gwaynesprincess

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Corruption - Chapter Two

Summary: You sneak out to the Street of Silk, unaware of the perils that wait for you there. Upon realizing that you are not in your chambers, your brothers decide to search for you. 

Content: NSFW, incest, attempted rape, groping, brothels, sex workers, depictions of sex acts, murder

Words: 3.2K

Note: I implore you to read the content warnings. Thank you to @darktrashsoulbear for being my beta! 💚

The day seemed to drag on forever. Finally, night fell and it was time for you to sneak out. After eating dinner, you told your mother that you had a headache and excused yourself to your chambers. Once you had closed the doors to your room, you quickly hurried over to your vanity, where you had stashed a shirt, a pair of trousers, a cap, and a pair of leather boots that you had procured earlier that day. These new clothes were rough, far more rough than the silken gowns that you were accustomed to. You quickly removed your dress, slip, and stockings, replacing them with the clothing of the smallfolk. You were careful to tuck your blonde locks into the cap, not wanting anyone to recognize you, for it would be scandalous if a princess were discovered in a brothel. 

Once you were confident that you could slip through the city unnoticed, you grabbed a small pouch of coins and crept over to your door. “Ser Rickard?” 

The knight stood on the other side of your doors, guarding your chambers, as he did every night. “Princess? What is the matter?” 

“I would like some lemon cakes,” you said lightly. “Could you please fetch me a plate?” 

Ser Rickard sighed. “Princess, that is not my charge.” 

“Please?” you begged, praying that the knight’s gentle affection for you would win out. “Please, Ser Rickard? Could you at least fetch a handmaiden who could bring me some?” 

He hesitated for a moment, then chuckled. “I suppose, Princess. I shall return in a moment.” 

“Thank you, Ser Rickard,” you said. You hoped that he would not be upset upon discovering your deception, but you would rather sneak away than order him to leave. You listened carefully, excitement swirling in your stomach as his footsteps faded. 

Once you were certain that he was gone, you quickly slipped out of your chambers, dashing down the corridor as the doors closed behind you. With any luck, you would have an easy time sneaking out of the Red Keep. You smiled as you hurried through the stone hallways, eager to discover the truth about your feelings for your brothers. 

–

When Aegon approached your chambers, he was surprised to discover that Ser Rickard Thorne was no longer standing outside of your room. He was also rather irritated to see Aemond also approaching. “Brother,” he said flatly, hoping that his tone conveyed his displeasure. 

Aemond hummed in response. “What brings you here, Aegon? ‘Tis no doubt the urge to defile our sister.” 

Aegon smirked. “Bold words coming from you. Mother may not be aware of your desires, but I know that you covet our sweet sister.” Aemond’s expression was perfectly still, almost as though it were carved from stone. Aegon had always secretly believed that a statue of his brother would be magnificent, though he would never tell a soul. 

“I came to check on her,” Aemond said coolly. “She fell ill at dinner.” 

Aegon rolled his eyes. “I am well aware, as I, too, am here to check on her.” He observed his brother, watching Aemond catch his meaning: both of them were there for the same reason, and they would both insist that reason was innocent even though it most certainly was not. 

Aemond fixed his brother with a cold look. “Yet I do not trust your intentions with her.” 

Aegon snorted. “You may refrain from indulging in her because of your fucking honor, but I promise that I have my own reasons, and my resolve is as firm as yours.” Of course, his resolve was waning. He found himself wanting you more and more with each passing moment, and he needed something to temporarily satisfy himself. He was desperate to touch you, even if it would be innocent and not in the manner that he truly desired. But now, Aemond was getting in his way of even some small relief. 

To his surprise, his brother seized him and pinned him to the stone wall, anger marking his face. “And that,” Aemond hissed, “is exactly why I do not trust you. My resolve hangs by a thread.” 

Aegon giggled at his brother’s outrage. “It must be so difficult for you, struggling to maintain your proper air when all you desire is to bury your cock in our little sister’s cunt.” 

“You have no idea what I feel for her,” Aemond snarled. “It is beyond your comprehension. I want more than to fuck her, because I care for her in ways that you will never understand.” 

“You misjudge me, Brother,” Aegon spat. “You and every other person who lives, you all believe that I think only with my cock. I care for her as well, for she is the only pure being in this wretched world.” 

Aemond’s grip relaxed as a pained look spread across his face. “And neither of us will ever have her,” he said quietly, “for she will be married off to and defiled by some lord in order to ensure our family’s survival.” 

“‘Tis agony,” Aegon said lowly. “I desire her so, but I cannot bring myself to take her. I spend every waking moment thinking of her, desperate for any affection that she can bestow upon me, even if it be only platonic.” 

Aemond hummed, expressing that he shared the same feelings. “I know that she cannot give me what I yearn for, so I take comfort in doting on her instead. She is precious to me, even if she does not understand my twisted desires.” 

Aegon sighed. Speaking with his brother made him feel better and worse at the same time. At least someone shared his pain, but it was becoming borderline unbearable to exist without being able to tell you what he felt for you. He glanced at the doors to your chambers. “Perhaps we could merely check on her. Though I suppose she is likely either asleep or well aware that we are out here, squabbling like children.” 

Aemond smiled thinly, raising his fist and knocking gently on the wood. When there was no response, he frowned and tried again, more firmly this time. 

A thin mist of worry clouded Aegon’s mind as he also knocked. “Sister?” he called. 

No response. Aemond hummed darkly as he glanced up and down the corridor. “Ser Rickard ought to be here, yet he is not.” 

Aegon fiddled with the doors for a moment, then abandoned subtlety and opened them. He half expected Aemond to protest something about it being improper, but his younger brother entered your chambers without a word, clearly placing a higher value on your protection than on propriety. 

Your chambers were deserted, the dress and stockings that you had worn that day lying on the chair near your vanity. Aemond quickly approached them, tracing his fingers over the fabric. “Still warm,” he said lowly. “She has been here recently.” 

Aegon glanced at the screen where you usually changed your clothes. “And yet her sleeping gown is still here.” 

The brothers exchanged a look, then swiftly headed for the doors to your chambers. They did not know where you had gone, but they certainly intended to find out. 

–

Even from outside the brothel, you could hear an erotic slew of noises. Still, the sounds could not sufficiently prepare you for the sight that you were met with when you entered the establishment. Everywhere you looked, naked bodies writhed about, shamelessly embracing the pleasure that consumed them. 

Suddenly, a delicate hand landed on your shoulder. You turned quickly; in front of you, glancing at you through hooded eyes, was a woman barely clad in a skimpy silk gown. “May I be of service to you, my lord?” she asked lowly, her voice dripping with lust. Your eyes widened in surprise; she gasped, evidently recognizing you. “Apologies, Princess!” she said hurriedly. 

You shook your head quickly, desperate to keep your identity secret. “No!” you whispered. “No one may know that I am here!” 

She glanced around, her pale gray eyes twinkling as an amused smirk reached her lips. “Princess, this is hardly the place for a lady who wishes to be discreet. It is also certainly not the place for a princess.” 

Your face burned at her words. Perhaps your disguise was not as good as you had thought. But if you would not be able to discreetly observe the carnal actions of others, maybe she would be able to aid you. “There are things that I need to know,” you said nervously, “things which I do not understand.” 

She arched her brow at you, clearly understanding the meaning behind your words. “If that be your wish, Princess, then follow me.” 

You anxiously fiddled with your hands as you followed her through the pleasure house. All around you, there were incomprehensible things being done. You saw a woman on her knees, sucking a man’s cock as he pushed it down her throat. There was a man busily thrusting into a woman, her legs thrown over his shoulders in what must have been a painful position. Two men shared a woman, one busily fucking her cunt while the other took her arse. And finally, there was a woman writhing around, a man’s head buried between her thighs. You did not understand how these people knew to act like this, nor how they felt such evident pleasure, as it was etched on their faces as they screamed in bliss. 

Finally, the woman led you into a secluded corner of the brothel. She pulled a curtain back, revealing another woman, one who was clearly busy entertaining a young man. Your eyes were wide as you took in the way that she gently swished her hips, pulling the young man closer and closer to the embrace of pleasure. When she realized that she was being interrupted, she glanced in your direction. “Saera, I shall be with you shortly. This young man has paid well, and I intend to make the most of his time.” 

The woman next to you, Saera, took a step forwards, her ink-black hair a long curtain down to her waist. “Madame Sylvi, I’m afraid that it is urgent. We have company.” 

Madame Sylvi glanced at you again, realization striking her as she quickly dismounted the young man. “Apologies, Princess,” she said, picking up a robe to cover herself. “How may we be of service?” 

You stared at the young man, who was writhing about in apparent distress, his cock swollen and hard between his legs. You had seen a cock before, having grown up in the Red Keep, but it was different to see one now. He looked like he was in pain, and it reminded you of the way that you would ache between your legs if you spent too long alone with your brothers. 

Madame Sylvi followed your gaze to the young man. “Saera, see that he is taken care of.” Saera nodded, escorting him out of the room, leaving you alone with the madame. “What can I do for you, Princess?” You nervously fidgeted. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. You had no idea how to explain the situation, and what if your mother somehow found out that you were here? “Do you seek a lover?” The madame asked, gesturing for you to sit down. “I have several young men who could tend to your needs. Or women, if you prefer.” You recoiled at her suggestion; she laughed. “Or not.” 

“I do not want a lover,” you said stiffly. You knew that your maidenhead was extremely valuable, as your hand was coveted by several lords. “I-I do not know what I want.” 

She studied you, her gaze curious. “Do your brothers know that you are here?” 

“No!” you said quickly. “They cannot know!” 

She pursed her lips. “It is dangerous for you to be here alone. I cannot guarantee your safety, Princess. You ought to have asked them to accompany you here, as they both know their way around.” 

You blinked in surprise. You knew that Aegon frequented the Street of Silk, but Aemond? He was usually so reserved, always careful to be the perfect son, the dutiful contrast to Aegon’s indulgences. “Aemond comes here?” 

An unreadable look crossed the madame’s face. “They both frequent this establishment, although your eldest brother is known to visit other brothels as well.” She smiled thinly. “The eldest prince is known to favor bastards with pale hair, not unlike your own.” 

Your cheeks warmed at the thought. Was it possible that he was imagining that the whores he fucked were you? “I did not know,” you said, not meeting her gaze. 

“Your other brother stares at them as well, though he does not partake,” she continued. “But his…desires…are far different than would be expected.” 

You frowned. “What does that mean?” 

She shook her head. “The secrets of my trade are not to be freely shared, even with you, Princess.” She smiled thinly. “All that you need to know is that both of your brothers are skilled lovers, though their unique taste for affection would discourage many.” 

A strange feeling settled in your stomach at the thought of your brothers engaging in carnal acts with women. What did she mean when she said that they are skilled? Wasn’t intercourse supposed to be dreadfully painful for the woman? Helaena’s fear had led her to become a septa, and you were well aware of your mother’s dislike of lying in her marital bed. You squeezed your legs together, attempting to dissuade the ache that was beginning to settle between your thighs. “I do not understand,” you said, shame burning your cheeks as you met Madame Sylvi’s gaze. “When you say that my brothers are skilled, what does that mean? Do they reproduce successfully?” Perhaps that was what she meant, that both of your brothers were highly capable of impregnating women. 

A smile formed on the madame’s lips. “Oh, you innocent thing. Do you not know what it is to be satisfied? Are you incapable of tending to the ache between your thighs?” You gasped in surprise. How did she know? She laughed. “And you crave your brothers, do you not?” Shame burned your cheeks as you slowly nodded. “Though the appeal of your Targaryen customs is lost on me, I do imagine that you will soon be extremely well-satisfied.” 

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back, revealing Saera once again. “Madame Sylvi, they are here. Both of them.” 

The madame smiled at you. “Perhaps you will be satisfied even sooner than I had anticipated.” She rose and began to follow Saera out of the room, turning to close the curtain. “Wait here, Princess.” 

Anticipation buzzed inside of you. Were your brothers here? Were they going to tend to the horrible ache between your thighs, which was worsening with every passing minute? You clenched your legs again as you stared at the walls, which were covered in murals depicting various sinful acts. In one, a man’s head was buried between a woman’s thighs. Was he kissing her down there? What in the Seven Hells could be pleasurable about that? 

The curtain opened with a swish, and you turned, eager to see your brothers. But it was not your brothers who stood there, nor was it Madame Sylvi or Saera. 

“What do we have here?” the man slurred, smelling strongly of wine. “A little princess, all lost and alone?” He stumbled towards you, drunkenly clambering on top of you. 

You quickly pushed him away, scrambling to the edge of the bed. “Please, do not touch me.” 

Fear began to seep into your heart as he laughed. “And who will stop me?” He grabbed your leg, his grip bruising, and dragged you towards him. You tried to kick him, only for him to easily bat your foot away and lie down on top of you, his weight crushing you as you froze in terror. “Princess’ maidenhead, perhaps the most valuable cunt in the Realm,” he mused, burying his face in your neck and licking your skin. 

Your senses came rushing back to you at the gross sensation of his tongue and you screamed, thrashing about and desperately trying to get him off of you. “Please!” you sobbed. “Please, do not hurt me!” 

Tears spilled out of your eyes as he laughed cruelly, bringing a hand to your chest and roughly groping your breasts. “Nobody will hear you scream, Princess.” You couldn’t breathe, nor could you think. You desperately needed him to stop touching you, but he was far stronger than you were. You screamed again; he clamped one hand over your mouth as the other began to work the laces of your trousers. “Shut the fuck up,” he spat; you bit his hand. He snarled in pain, then harshly smacked you across the face. “You fucking whore.” 

Suddenly, the curtains were wrenched open. You burst into sobs at the sight of Aegon and Aemond, terrified that they would be angry with you. The man scrambled off of you, but you already knew that any apology he could conjure up would be futile. You tearfully crawled away from him, whimpering as Aegon hurried to your side. “Fucking kill him,” your brother snarled, pulling you into his arms as you sobbed. “Oh, sweet sister,” he whispered, his tone far gentler as he slowly pulled off your cap and began to stroke your hair. 

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, desperately clutching at Aegon’s doublet. “I’m so sorry.” 

He gently shushed you, rocking your trembling body. “‘Tis alright, for you are safe now. All is well.” 

Aemond appeared on your other side, hesitantly taking your hand. “Aegon is right,” he said quietly. “You are safe now. Nothing bad will happen to you, so long as you are with us.” 

You nodded slowly, sniffling and squeezing Aemond’s hand, which was wet and sticky. You glanced at it, confused, then gasped when you realized that it was coated in blood. “Aemond, are you hurt?” you asked, panic returning to you. 

He smiled thinly. “No. But ‘tis sweet of you to ask.” 

You glanced over his shoulder, a strange sense of peace settling over you when you saw the lifeless, bloody remains of the other man. “You killed him for me,” you said, your voice faint. 

Aemond gently cupped your face in his large hands. “Oh, sweet sister. For you, I would do much more than kill a man.” He glanced at Aegon, then back to you. “We both would.” 

A lovely warm feeling bloomed in your chest at his words. Your brothers cared deeply for you, that much was evident. You hoped that they also desired you, as you were now quite confident that you desperately longed for them to do horribly sinful things to you. You had always loved them as your brothers, but now, as Aegon picked you up and carried you out of the brothel with Aemond at his side, hand on the hilt of his sword, you wondered if your affection had always been a repressed form of depraved adoration.

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Corruption - Chapter Two

Summary: You sneak out to the Street of Silk, unaware of the perils that wait for you there. Upon realizing that you are not in your chambers, your brothers decide to search for you. 

Content: NSFW, incest, attempted rape, groping, brothels, sex workers, depictions of sex acts, murder

Words: 3.2K

Note: I implore you to read the content warnings. Thank you to @darktrashsoulbear for being my beta! 💚

The day seemed to drag on forever. Finally, night fell and it was time for you to sneak out. After eating dinner, you told your mother that you had a headache and excused yourself to your chambers. Once you had closed the doors to your room, you quickly hurried over to your vanity, where you had stashed a shirt, a pair of trousers, a cap, and a pair of leather boots that you had procured earlier that day. These new clothes were rough, far more rough than the silken gowns that you were accustomed to. You quickly removed your dress, slip, and stockings, replacing them with the clothing of the smallfolk. You were careful to tuck your blonde locks into the cap, not wanting anyone to recognize you, for it would be scandalous if a princess were discovered in a brothel. 

Once you were confident that you could slip through the city unnoticed, you grabbed a small pouch of coins and crept over to your door. “Ser Rickard?” 

The knight stood on the other side of your doors, guarding your chambers, as he did every night. “Princess? What is the matter?” 

“I would like some lemon cakes,” you said lightly. “Could you please fetch me a plate?” 

Ser Rickard sighed. “Princess, that is not my charge.” 

“Please?” you begged, praying that the knight’s gentle affection for you would win out. “Please, Ser Rickard? Could you at least fetch a handmaiden who could bring me some?” 

He hesitated for a moment, then chuckled. “I suppose, Princess. I shall return in a moment.” 

“Thank you, Ser Rickard,” you said. You hoped that he would not be upset upon discovering your deception, but you would rather sneak away than order him to leave. You listened carefully, excitement swirling in your stomach as his footsteps faded. 

Once you were certain that he was gone, you quickly slipped out of your chambers, dashing down the corridor as the doors closed behind you. With any luck, you would have an easy time sneaking out of the Red Keep. You smiled as you hurried through the stone hallways, eager to discover the truth about your feelings for your brothers. 

–

When Aegon approached your chambers, he was surprised to discover that Ser Rickard Thorne was no longer standing outside of your room. He was also rather irritated to see Aemond also approaching. “Brother,” he said flatly, hoping that his tone conveyed his displeasure. 

Aemond hummed in response. “What brings you here, Aegon? ‘Tis no doubt the urge to defile our sister.” 

Aegon smirked. “Bold words coming from you. Mother may not be aware of your desires, but I know that you covet our sweet sister.” Aemond’s expression was perfectly still, almost as though it were carved from stone. Aegon had always secretly believed that a statue of his brother would be magnificent, though he would never tell a soul. 

“I came to check on her,” Aemond said coolly. “She fell ill at dinner.” 

Aegon rolled his eyes. “I am well aware, as I, too, am here to check on her.” He observed his brother, watching Aemond catch his meaning: both of them were there for the same reason, and they would both insist that reason was innocent even though it most certainly was not. 

Aemond fixed his brother with a cold look. “Yet I do not trust your intentions with her.” 

Aegon snorted. “You may refrain from indulging in her because of your fucking honor, but I promise that I have my own reasons, and my resolve is as firm as yours.” Of course, his resolve was waning. He found himself wanting you more and more with each passing moment, and he needed something to temporarily satisfy himself. He was desperate to touch you, even if it would be innocent and not in the manner that he truly desired. But now, Aemond was getting in his way of even some small relief. 

To his surprise, his brother seized him and pinned him to the stone wall, anger marking his face. “And that,” Aemond hissed, “is exactly why I do not trust you. My resolve hangs by a thread.” 

Aegon giggled at his brother’s outrage. “It must be so difficult for you, struggling to maintain your proper air when all you desire is to bury your cock in our little sister’s cunt.” 

“You have no idea what I feel for her,” Aemond snarled. “It is beyond your comprehension. I want more than to fuck her, because I care for her in ways that you will never understand.” 

“You misjudge me, Brother,” Aegon spat. “You and every other person who lives, you all believe that I think only with my cock. I care for her as well, for she is the only pure being in this wretched world.” 

Aemond’s grip relaxed as a pained look spread across his face. “And neither of us will ever have her,” he said quietly, “for she will be married off to and defiled by some lord in order to ensure our family’s survival.” 

“‘Tis agony,” Aegon said lowly. “I desire her so, but I cannot bring myself to take her. I spend every waking moment thinking of her, desperate for any affection that she can bestow upon me, even if it be only platonic.” 

Aemond hummed, expressing that he shared the same feelings. “I know that she cannot give me what I yearn for, so I take comfort in doting on her instead. She is precious to me, even if she does not understand my twisted desires.” 

Aegon sighed. Speaking with his brother made him feel better and worse at the same time. At least someone shared his pain, but it was becoming borderline unbearable to exist without being able to tell you what he felt for you. He glanced at the doors to your chambers. “Perhaps we could merely check on her. Though I suppose she is likely either asleep or well aware that we are out here, squabbling like children.” 

Aemond smiled thinly, raising his fist and knocking gently on the wood. When there was no response, he frowned and tried again, more firmly this time. 

A thin mist of worry clouded Aegon’s mind as he also knocked. “Sister?” he called. 

No response. Aemond hummed darkly as he glanced up and down the corridor. “Ser Rickard ought to be here, yet he is not.” 

Aegon fiddled with the doors for a moment, then abandoned subtlety and opened them. He half expected Aemond to protest something about it being improper, but his younger brother entered your chambers without a word, clearly placing a higher value on your protection than on propriety. 

Your chambers were deserted, the dress and stockings that you had worn that day lying on the chair near your vanity. Aemond quickly approached them, tracing his fingers over the fabric. “Still warm,” he said lowly. “She has been here recently.” 

Aegon glanced at the screen where you usually changed your clothes. “And yet her sleeping gown is still here.” 

The brothers exchanged a look, then swiftly headed for the doors to your chambers. They did not know where you had gone, but they certainly intended to find out. 

–

Even from outside the brothel, you could hear an erotic slew of noises. Still, the sounds could not sufficiently prepare you for the sight that you were met with when you entered the establishment. Everywhere you looked, naked bodies writhed about, shamelessly embracing the pleasure that consumed them. 

Suddenly, a delicate hand landed on your shoulder. You turned quickly; in front of you, glancing at you through hooded eyes, was a woman barely clad in a skimpy silk gown. “May I be of service to you, my lord?” she asked lowly, her voice dripping with lust. Your eyes widened in surprise; she gasped, evidently recognizing you. “Apologies, Princess!” she said hurriedly. 

You shook your head quickly, desperate to keep your identity secret. “No!” you whispered. “No one may know that I am here!” 

She glanced around, her pale gray eyes twinkling as an amused smirk reached her lips. “Princess, this is hardly the place for a lady who wishes to be discreet. It is also certainly not the place for a princess.” 

Your face burned at her words. Perhaps your disguise was not as good as you had thought. But if you would not be able to discreetly observe the carnal actions of others, maybe she would be able to aid you. “There are things that I need to know,” you said nervously, “things which I do not understand.” 

She arched her brow at you, clearly understanding the meaning behind your words. “If that be your wish, Princess, then follow me.” 

You anxiously fiddled with your hands as you followed her through the pleasure house. All around you, there were incomprehensible things being done. You saw a woman on her knees, sucking a man’s cock as he pushed it down her throat. There was a man busily thrusting into a woman, her legs thrown over his shoulders in what must have been a painful position. Two men shared a woman, one busily fucking her cunt while the other took her arse. And finally, there was a woman writhing around, a man’s head buried between her thighs. You did not understand how these people knew to act like this, nor how they felt such evident pleasure, as it was etched on their faces as they screamed in bliss. 

Finally, the woman led you into a secluded corner of the brothel. She pulled a curtain back, revealing another woman, one who was clearly busy entertaining a young man. Your eyes were wide as you took in the way that she gently swished her hips, pulling the young man closer and closer to the embrace of pleasure. When she realized that she was being interrupted, she glanced in your direction. “Saera, I shall be with you shortly. This young man has paid well, and I intend to make the most of his time.” 

The woman next to you, Saera, took a step forwards, her ink-black hair a long curtain down to her waist. “Madame Sylvi, I’m afraid that it is urgent. We have company.” 

Madame Sylvi glanced at you again, realization striking her as she quickly dismounted the young man. “Apologies, Princess,” she said, picking up a robe to cover herself. “How may we be of service?” 

You stared at the young man, who was writhing about in apparent distress, his cock swollen and hard between his legs. You had seen a cock before, having grown up in the Red Keep, but it was different to see one now. He looked like he was in pain, and it reminded you of the way that you would ache between your legs if you spent too long alone with your brothers. 

Madame Sylvi followed your gaze to the young man. “Saera, see that he is taken care of.” Saera nodded, escorting him out of the room, leaving you alone with the madame. “What can I do for you, Princess?” You nervously fidgeted. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. You had no idea how to explain the situation, and what if your mother somehow found out that you were here? “Do you seek a lover?” The madame asked, gesturing for you to sit down. “I have several young men who could tend to your needs. Or women, if you prefer.” You recoiled at her suggestion; she laughed. “Or not.” 

“I do not want a lover,” you said stiffly. You knew that your maidenhead was extremely valuable, as your hand was coveted by several lords. “I-I do not know what I want.” 

She studied you, her gaze curious. “Do your brothers know that you are here?” 

“No!” you said quickly. “They cannot know!” 

She pursed her lips. “It is dangerous for you to be here alone. I cannot guarantee your safety, Princess. You ought to have asked them to accompany you here, as they both know their way around.” 

You blinked in surprise. You knew that Aegon frequented the Street of Silk, but Aemond? He was usually so reserved, always careful to be the perfect son, the dutiful contrast to Aegon’s indulgences. “Aemond comes here?” 

An unreadable look crossed the madame’s face. “They both frequent this establishment, although your eldest brother is known to visit other brothels as well.” She smiled thinly. “The eldest prince is known to favor bastards with pale hair, not unlike your own.” 

Your cheeks warmed at the thought. Was it possible that he was imagining that the whores he fucked were you? “I did not know,” you said, not meeting her gaze. 

“Your other brother stares at them as well, though he does not partake,” she continued. “But his…desires…are far different than would be expected.” 

You frowned. “What does that mean?” 

She shook her head. “The secrets of my trade are not to be freely shared, even with you, Princess.” She smiled thinly. “All that you need to know is that both of your brothers are skilled lovers, though their unique taste for affection would discourage many.” 

A strange feeling settled in your stomach at the thought of your brothers engaging in carnal acts with women. What did she mean when she said that they are skilled? Wasn’t intercourse supposed to be dreadfully painful for the woman? Helaena’s fear had led her to become a septa, and you were well aware of your mother’s dislike of lying in her marital bed. You squeezed your legs together, attempting to dissuade the ache that was beginning to settle between your thighs. “I do not understand,” you said, shame burning your cheeks as you met Madame Sylvi’s gaze. “When you say that my brothers are skilled, what does that mean? Do they reproduce successfully?” Perhaps that was what she meant, that both of your brothers were highly capable of impregnating women. 

A smile formed on the madame’s lips. “Oh, you innocent thing. Do you not know what it is to be satisfied? Are you incapable of tending to the ache between your thighs?” You gasped in surprise. How did she know? She laughed. “And you crave your brothers, do you not?” Shame burned your cheeks as you slowly nodded. “Though the appeal of your Targaryen customs is lost on me, I do imagine that you will soon be extremely well-satisfied.” 

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back, revealing Saera once again. “Madame Sylvi, they are here. Both of them.” 

The madame smiled at you. “Perhaps you will be satisfied even sooner than I had anticipated.” She rose and began to follow Saera out of the room, turning to close the curtain. “Wait here, Princess.” 

Anticipation buzzed inside of you. Were your brothers here? Were they going to tend to the horrible ache between your thighs, which was worsening with every passing minute? You clenched your legs again as you stared at the walls, which were covered in murals depicting various sinful acts. In one, a man’s head was buried between a woman’s thighs. Was he kissing her down there? What in the Seven Hells could be pleasurable about that? 

The curtain opened with a swish, and you turned, eager to see your brothers. But it was not your brothers who stood there, nor was it Madame Sylvi or Saera. 

“What do we have here?” the man slurred, smelling strongly of wine. “A little princess, all lost and alone?” He stumbled towards you, drunkenly clambering on top of you. 

You quickly pushed him away, scrambling to the edge of the bed. “Please, do not touch me.” 

Fear began to seep into your heart as he laughed. “And who will stop me?” He grabbed your leg, his grip bruising, and dragged you towards him. You tried to kick him, only for him to easily bat your foot away and lie down on top of you, his weight crushing you as you froze in terror. “Princess’ maidenhead, perhaps the most valuable cunt in the Realm,” he mused, burying his face in your neck and licking your skin. 

Your senses came rushing back to you at the gross sensation of his tongue and you screamed, thrashing about and desperately trying to get him off of you. “Please!” you sobbed. “Please, do not hurt me!” 

Tears spilled out of your eyes as he laughed cruelly, bringing a hand to your chest and roughly groping your breasts. “Nobody will hear you scream, Princess.” You couldn’t breathe, nor could you think. You desperately needed him to stop touching you, but he was far stronger than you were. You screamed again; he clamped one hand over your mouth as the other began to work the laces of your trousers. “Shut the fuck up,” he spat; you bit his hand. He snarled in pain, then harshly smacked you across the face. “You fucking whore.” 

Suddenly, the curtains were wrenched open. You burst into sobs at the sight of Aegon and Aemond, terrified that they would be angry with you. The man scrambled off of you, but you already knew that any apology he could conjure up would be futile. You tearfully crawled away from him, whimpering as Aegon hurried to your side. “Fucking kill him,” your brother snarled, pulling you into his arms as you sobbed. “Oh, sweet sister,” he whispered, his tone far gentler as he slowly pulled off your cap and began to stroke your hair. 

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, desperately clutching at Aegon’s doublet. “I’m so sorry.” 

He gently shushed you, rocking your trembling body. “‘Tis alright, for you are safe now. All is well.” 

Aemond appeared on your other side, hesitantly taking your hand. “Aegon is right,” he said quietly. “You are safe now. Nothing bad will happen to you, so long as you are with us.” 

You nodded slowly, sniffling and squeezing Aemond’s hand, which was wet and sticky. You glanced at it, confused, then gasped when you realized that it was coated in blood. “Aemond, are you hurt?” you asked, panic returning to you. 

He smiled thinly. “No. But ‘tis sweet of you to ask.” 

You glanced over his shoulder, a strange sense of peace settling over you when you saw the lifeless, bloody remains of the other man. “You killed him for me,” you said, your voice faint. 

Aemond gently cupped your face in his large hands. “Oh, sweet sister. For you, I would do much more than kill a man.” He glanced at Aegon, then back to you. “We both would.” 

A lovely warm feeling bloomed in your chest at his words. Your brothers cared deeply for you, that much was evident. You hoped that they also desired you, as you were now quite confident that you desperately longed for them to do horribly sinful things to you. You had always loved them as your brothers, but now, as Aegon picked you up and carried you out of the brothel with Aemond at his side, hand on the hilt of his sword, you wondered if your affection had always been a repressed form of depraved adoration.

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Corruption - Chapter Two

Summary: You sneak out to the Street of Silk, unaware of the perils that wait for you there. Upon realizing that you are not in your chambers, your brothers decide to search for you. 

Content: NSFW, incest, attempted rape, groping, brothels, sex workers, depictions of sex acts, murder

Words: 3.2K

Note: I implore you to read the content warnings. Thank you to @darktrashsoulbear for being my beta! 💚

The day seemed to drag on forever. Finally, night fell and it was time for you to sneak out. After eating dinner, you told your mother that you had a headache and excused yourself to your chambers. Once you had closed the doors to your room, you quickly hurried over to your vanity, where you had stashed a shirt, a pair of trousers, a cap, and a pair of leather boots that you had procured earlier that day. These new clothes were rough, far more rough than the silken gowns that you were accustomed to. You quickly removed your dress, slip, and stockings, replacing them with the clothing of the smallfolk. You were careful to tuck your blonde locks into the cap, not wanting anyone to recognize you, for it would be scandalous if a princess were discovered in a brothel. 

Once you were confident that you could slip through the city unnoticed, you grabbed a small pouch of coins and crept over to your door. “Ser Rickard?” 

The knight stood on the other side of your doors, guarding your chambers, as he did every night. “Princess? What is the matter?” 

“I would like some lemon cakes,” you said lightly. “Could you please fetch me a plate?” 

Ser Rickard sighed. “Princess, that is not my charge.” 

“Please?” you begged, praying that the knight’s gentle affection for you would win out. “Please, Ser Rickard? Could you at least fetch a handmaiden who could bring me some?” 

He hesitated for a moment, then chuckled. “I suppose, Princess. I shall return in a moment.” 

“Thank you, Ser Rickard,” you said. You hoped that he would not be upset upon discovering your deception, but you would rather sneak away than order him to leave. You listened carefully, excitement swirling in your stomach as his footsteps faded. 

Once you were certain that he was gone, you quickly slipped out of your chambers, dashing down the corridor as the doors closed behind you. With any luck, you would have an easy time sneaking out of the Red Keep. You smiled as you hurried through the stone hallways, eager to discover the truth about your feelings for your brothers. 

–

When Aegon approached your chambers, he was surprised to discover that Ser Rickard Thorne was no longer standing outside of your room. He was also rather irritated to see Aemond also approaching. “Brother,” he said flatly, hoping that his tone conveyed his displeasure. 

Aemond hummed in response. “What brings you here, Aegon? ‘Tis no doubt the urge to defile our sister.” 

Aegon smirked. “Bold words coming from you. Mother may not be aware of your desires, but I know that you covet our sweet sister.” Aemond’s expression was perfectly still, almost as though it were carved from stone. Aegon had always secretly believed that a statue of his brother would be magnificent, though he would never tell a soul. 

“I came to check on her,” Aemond said coolly. “She fell ill at dinner.” 

Aegon rolled his eyes. “I am well aware, as I, too, am here to check on her.” He observed his brother, watching Aemond catch his meaning: both of them were there for the same reason, and they would both insist that reason was innocent even though it most certainly was not. 

Aemond fixed his brother with a cold look. “Yet I do not trust your intentions with her.” 

Aegon snorted. “You may refrain from indulging in her because of your fucking honor, but I promise that I have my own reasons, and my resolve is as firm as yours.” Of course, his resolve was waning. He found himself wanting you more and more with each passing moment, and he needed something to temporarily satisfy himself. He was desperate to touch you, even if it would be innocent and not in the manner that he truly desired. But now, Aemond was getting in his way of even some small relief. 

To his surprise, his brother seized him and pinned him to the stone wall, anger marking his face. “And that,” Aemond hissed, “is exactly why I do not trust you. My resolve hangs by a thread.” 

Aegon giggled at his brother’s outrage. “It must be so difficult for you, struggling to maintain your proper air when all you desire is to bury your cock in our little sister’s cunt.” 

“You have no idea what I feel for her,” Aemond snarled. “It is beyond your comprehension. I want more than to fuck her, because I care for her in ways that you will never understand.” 

“You misjudge me, Brother,” Aegon spat. “You and every other person who lives, you all believe that I think only with my cock. I care for her as well, for she is the only pure being in this wretched world.” 

Aemond’s grip relaxed as a pained look spread across his face. “And neither of us will ever have her,” he said quietly, “for she will be married off to and defiled by some lord in order to ensure our family’s survival.” 

“‘Tis agony,” Aegon said lowly. “I desire her so, but I cannot bring myself to take her. I spend every waking moment thinking of her, desperate for any affection that she can bestow upon me, even if it be only platonic.” 

Aemond hummed, expressing that he shared the same feelings. “I know that she cannot give me what I yearn for, so I take comfort in doting on her instead. She is precious to me, even if she does not understand my twisted desires.” 

Aegon sighed. Speaking with his brother made him feel better and worse at the same time. At least someone shared his pain, but it was becoming borderline unbearable to exist without being able to tell you what he felt for you. He glanced at the doors to your chambers. “Perhaps we could merely check on her. Though I suppose she is likely either asleep or well aware that we are out here, squabbling like children.” 

Aemond smiled thinly, raising his fist and knocking gently on the wood. When there was no response, he frowned and tried again, more firmly this time. 

A thin mist of worry clouded Aegon’s mind as he also knocked. “Sister?” he called. 

No response. Aemond hummed darkly as he glanced up and down the corridor. “Ser Rickard ought to be here, yet he is not.” 

Aegon fiddled with the doors for a moment, then abandoned subtlety and opened them. He half expected Aemond to protest something about it being improper, but his younger brother entered your chambers without a word, clearly placing a higher value on your protection than on propriety. 

Your chambers were deserted, the dress and stockings that you had worn that day lying on the chair near your vanity. Aemond quickly approached them, tracing his fingers over the fabric. “Still warm,” he said lowly. “She has been here recently.” 

Aegon glanced at the screen where you usually changed your clothes. “And yet her sleeping gown is still here.” 

The brothers exchanged a look, then swiftly headed for the doors to your chambers. They did not know where you had gone, but they certainly intended to find out. 

–

Even from outside the brothel, you could hear an erotic slew of noises. Still, the sounds could not sufficiently prepare you for the sight that you were met with when you entered the establishment. Everywhere you looked, naked bodies writhed about, shamelessly embracing the pleasure that consumed them. 

Suddenly, a delicate hand landed on your shoulder. You turned quickly; in front of you, glancing at you through hooded eyes, was a woman barely clad in a skimpy silk gown. “May I be of service to you, my lord?” she asked lowly, her voice dripping with lust. Your eyes widened in surprise; she gasped, evidently recognizing you. “Apologies, Princess!” she said hurriedly. 

You shook your head quickly, desperate to keep your identity secret. “No!” you whispered. “No one may know that I am here!” 

She glanced around, her pale gray eyes twinkling as an amused smirk reached her lips. “Princess, this is hardly the place for a lady who wishes to be discreet. It is also certainly not the place for a princess.” 

Your face burned at her words. Perhaps your disguise was not as good as you had thought. But if you would not be able to discreetly observe the carnal actions of others, maybe she would be able to aid you. “There are things that I need to know,” you said nervously, “things which I do not understand.” 

She arched her brow at you, clearly understanding the meaning behind your words. “If that be your wish, Princess, then follow me.” 

You anxiously fiddled with your hands as you followed her through the pleasure house. All around you, there were incomprehensible things being done. You saw a woman on her knees, sucking a man’s cock as he pushed it down her throat. There was a man busily thrusting into a woman, her legs thrown over his shoulders in what must have been a painful position. Two men shared a woman, one busily fucking her cunt while the other took her arse. And finally, there was a woman writhing around, a man’s head buried between her thighs. You did not understand how these people knew to act like this, nor how they felt such evident pleasure, as it was etched on their faces as they screamed in bliss. 

Finally, the woman led you into a secluded corner of the brothel. She pulled a curtain back, revealing another woman, one who was clearly busy entertaining a young man. Your eyes were wide as you took in the way that she gently swished her hips, pulling the young man closer and closer to the embrace of pleasure. When she realized that she was being interrupted, she glanced in your direction. “Saera, I shall be with you shortly. This young man has paid well, and I intend to make the most of his time.” 

The woman next to you, Saera, took a step forwards, her ink-black hair a long curtain down to her waist. “Madame Sylvi, I’m afraid that it is urgent. We have company.” 

Madame Sylvi glanced at you again, realization striking her as she quickly dismounted the young man. “Apologies, Princess,” she said, picking up a robe to cover herself. “How may we be of service?” 

You stared at the young man, who was writhing about in apparent distress, his cock swollen and hard between his legs. You had seen a cock before, having grown up in the Red Keep, but it was different to see one now. He looked like he was in pain, and it reminded you of the way that you would ache between your legs if you spent too long alone with your brothers. 

Madame Sylvi followed your gaze to the young man. “Saera, see that he is taken care of.” Saera nodded, escorting him out of the room, leaving you alone with the madame. “What can I do for you, Princess?” You nervously fidgeted. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. You had no idea how to explain the situation, and what if your mother somehow found out that you were here? “Do you seek a lover?” The madame asked, gesturing for you to sit down. “I have several young men who could tend to your needs. Or women, if you prefer.” You recoiled at her suggestion; she laughed. “Or not.” 

“I do not want a lover,” you said stiffly. You knew that your maidenhead was extremely valuable, as your hand was coveted by several lords. “I-I do not know what I want.” 

She studied you, her gaze curious. “Do your brothers know that you are here?” 

“No!” you said quickly. “They cannot know!” 

She pursed her lips. “It is dangerous for you to be here alone. I cannot guarantee your safety, Princess. You ought to have asked them to accompany you here, as they both know their way around.” 

You blinked in surprise. You knew that Aegon frequented the Street of Silk, but Aemond? He was usually so reserved, always careful to be the perfect son, the dutiful contrast to Aegon’s indulgences. “Aemond comes here?” 

An unreadable look crossed the madame’s face. “They both frequent this establishment, although your eldest brother is known to visit other brothels as well.” She smiled thinly. “The eldest prince is known to favor bastards with pale hair, not unlike your own.” 

Your cheeks warmed at the thought. Was it possible that he was imagining that the whores he fucked were you? “I did not know,” you said, not meeting her gaze. 

“Your other brother stares at them as well, though he does not partake,” she continued. “But his…desires…are far different than would be expected.” 

You frowned. “What does that mean?” 

She shook her head. “The secrets of my trade are not to be freely shared, even with you, Princess.” She smiled thinly. “All that you need to know is that both of your brothers are skilled lovers, though their unique taste for affection would discourage many.” 

A strange feeling settled in your stomach at the thought of your brothers engaging in carnal acts with women. What did she mean when she said that they are skilled? Wasn’t intercourse supposed to be dreadfully painful for the woman? Helaena’s fear had led her to become a septa, and you were well aware of your mother’s dislike of lying in her marital bed. You squeezed your legs together, attempting to dissuade the ache that was beginning to settle between your thighs. “I do not understand,” you said, shame burning your cheeks as you met Madame Sylvi’s gaze. “When you say that my brothers are skilled, what does that mean? Do they reproduce successfully?” Perhaps that was what she meant, that both of your brothers were highly capable of impregnating women. 

A smile formed on the madame’s lips. “Oh, you innocent thing. Do you not know what it is to be satisfied? Are you incapable of tending to the ache between your thighs?” You gasped in surprise. How did she know? She laughed. “And you crave your brothers, do you not?” Shame burned your cheeks as you slowly nodded. “Though the appeal of your Targaryen customs is lost on me, I do imagine that you will soon be extremely well-satisfied.” 

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back, revealing Saera once again. “Madame Sylvi, they are here. Both of them.” 

The madame smiled at you. “Perhaps you will be satisfied even sooner than I had anticipated.” She rose and began to follow Saera out of the room, turning to close the curtain. “Wait here, Princess.” 

Anticipation buzzed inside of you. Were your brothers here? Were they going to tend to the horrible ache between your thighs, which was worsening with every passing minute? You clenched your legs again as you stared at the walls, which were covered in murals depicting various sinful acts. In one, a man’s head was buried between a woman’s thighs. Was he kissing her down there? What in the Seven Hells could be pleasurable about that? 

The curtain opened with a swish, and you turned, eager to see your brothers. But it was not your brothers who stood there, nor was it Madame Sylvi or Saera. 

“What do we have here?” the man slurred, smelling strongly of wine. “A little princess, all lost and alone?” He stumbled towards you, drunkenly clambering on top of you. 

You quickly pushed him away, scrambling to the edge of the bed. “Please, do not touch me.” 

Fear began to seep into your heart as he laughed. “And who will stop me?” He grabbed your leg, his grip bruising, and dragged you towards him. You tried to kick him, only for him to easily bat your foot away and lie down on top of you, his weight crushing you as you froze in terror. “Princess’ maidenhead, perhaps the most valuable cunt in the Realm,” he mused, burying his face in your neck and licking your skin. 

Your senses came rushing back to you at the gross sensation of his tongue and you screamed, thrashing about and desperately trying to get him off of you. “Please!” you sobbed. “Please, do not hurt me!” 

Tears spilled out of your eyes as he laughed cruelly, bringing a hand to your chest and roughly groping your breasts. “Nobody will hear you scream, Princess.” You couldn’t breathe, nor could you think. You desperately needed him to stop touching you, but he was far stronger than you were. You screamed again; he clamped one hand over your mouth as the other began to work the laces of your trousers. “Shut the fuck up,” he spat; you bit his hand. He snarled in pain, then harshly smacked you across the face. “You fucking whore.” 

Suddenly, the curtains were wrenched open. You burst into sobs at the sight of Aegon and Aemond, terrified that they would be angry with you. The man scrambled off of you, but you already knew that any apology he could conjure up would be futile. You tearfully crawled away from him, whimpering as Aegon hurried to your side. “Fucking kill him,” your brother snarled, pulling you into his arms as you sobbed. “Oh, sweet sister,” he whispered, his tone far gentler as he slowly pulled off your cap and began to stroke your hair. 

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, desperately clutching at Aegon’s doublet. “I’m so sorry.” 

He gently shushed you, rocking your trembling body. “‘Tis alright, for you are safe now. All is well.” 

Aemond appeared on your other side, hesitantly taking your hand. “Aegon is right,” he said quietly. “You are safe now. Nothing bad will happen to you, so long as you are with us.” 

You nodded slowly, sniffling and squeezing Aemond’s hand, which was wet and sticky. You glanced at it, confused, then gasped when you realized that it was coated in blood. “Aemond, are you hurt?” you asked, panic returning to you. 

He smiled thinly. “No. But ‘tis sweet of you to ask.” 

You glanced over his shoulder, a strange sense of peace settling over you when you saw the lifeless, bloody remains of the other man. “You killed him for me,” you said, your voice faint. 

Aemond gently cupped your face in his large hands. “Oh, sweet sister. For you, I would do much more than kill a man.” He glanced at Aegon, then back to you. “We both would.” 

A lovely warm feeling bloomed in your chest at his words. Your brothers cared deeply for you, that much was evident. You hoped that they also desired you, as you were now quite confident that you desperately longed for them to do horribly sinful things to you. You had always loved them as your brothers, but now, as Aegon picked you up and carried you out of the brothel with Aemond at his side, hand on the hilt of his sword, you wondered if your affection had always been a repressed form of depraved adoration.

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Good Boy

Content: NSFW, face riding, cunnilingus, praise kink, poor self-image, discussions of BDSM etiquette, safewords, handjob

Note: This exists in a modern, alternate universe where Aemond is very submissive. I intend to turn this premise into a collection of loosely related drabbles with little to no plot. Also, thank you to @peachysunrize for encouraging me and for making the GIF that I used! 💚

Aemond fucking loved when you sat on his face. There was something absolutely wonderful about you smothering him with your cunt and using him for your pleasure. He hooked his arms around your legs, pulling you closer, prioritizing eating your pussy over breathing. Above him, you moaned, rocking your hips as his nose ground against your clit deliciously. 

“You’re doing so well,” you gasped, clutching the headboard desperately as your third peak drew closer and closer. “Aemond, you’re so good.” 

He groaned happily, working his tongue inside of you as you praised him. He had always thought that he would never enjoy letting someone else be in control of him in such a vulnerable state, but you always seemed to know exactly what he needed. You were so gentle, so kind to him, that he was afraid that you would leave. How could someone like you want someone like him? He could never understand, but he could try to convince you to stay by committing to making you cum until you physically couldn’t anymore. 

You had made him promise to tell you if he couldn’t breathe, but he was tempted to ignore the lack of oxygen in favor of bringing you pleasure. He wanted you to tell him that he was good, and he wondered if you would do so if he told you that his head was spinning. What if you were upset with him? He could tell that you were getting close, and he didn’t want you to be disappointed in his weakness. However, he remembered the last time that he had tried to keep going. He had almost passed out, much to your horror. While he had been more than alright, he was completely confused why you had been so saddened by his willingness to suffer for your pleasure. You hadn’t told him that he was good, despite him making you cum four times, because you were so concerned for him. But that had been four times, and this would only be your third… 

He whined in panic; he didn’t know what to do, so he desperately tapped on your thigh and tried to pull your cunt closer at the same time. You pulled away from him immediately, searching his face for some kind of hint as to what was wrong. 

Fuck. He was suddenly afraid that he shouldn’t have tapped your leg. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled, trying to pull you back down. “I’ll try again, ‘m sorry. I’ll do better, I’ll fix it.” Gods, what was wrong with him? He should’ve just let you ride his face until he passed out, but he had to go and fuck it up by being pathetic and weak. 

To his horror, you crawled off of him. He froze, fear coursing through him. Were you going to leave him? He needed you to stay and care for him. What did he need to do to make it up to you? Whatever it was, he could take it. 

And then, you did the most surprising thing: you pulled him into your arms and began to caress his hair. “There’s nothing to fix,” you said lightly, gently kissing his temple as you carefully wiped your own slick off of his chin. “You did the right thing by asking me to stop. I’m very proud of you, Aemond.” 

A warm feeling erupted in his chest at your words, one that he didn’t quite know what to call. He was very confused why you were telling him that he did a good job, but he liked the way that you were holding him. He hesitantly nuzzled you, a lovely feeling encasing him when you pulled him closer. He let himself enjoy the sensation for a moment longer, then swallowed hard. “I don’t understand,” he mumbled, loathing himself. “I’m sorry, I don’t get it. I must be stupid.” 

“Oh, Aemond,” you whispered. “No, you’re not. What don’t you understand?” 

He whimpered, squirming until he was able to hide his face in the crook of your neck. “Why are you proud of me?” he asked, his voice small. “I made you stop; I didn’t make you cum again.” 

You gently stroked his hair. “You didn’t need to. This isn’t good for me if you’re hurting. Stopping isn’t bad. You were very good because you let me know that you couldn’t breathe.” 

Aemond felt warmth pool in his stomach when you told him that he was good. He was quite certain that he was being bad now, since you were trying to help him understand and his cock was hardening. “I just want to make you happy,” he said softly. 

“Oh, my sweet boy,” you murmured, “I will always be happy when I am with you.” Aemond felt a smile threaten to make itself known on his lips at your words. He blushed slightly when you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, and he gasped when you slowly wrapped your hand around his swollen cock. “We will need to talk more about this later,” you told him, “but I wish to pleasure you now. Would you like that?” He nodded vigorously; you shook your head. “Use your words.” 

“Yes,” he blurted. “Please, yes. Stroke my cock, please, I beg you.” 

“Good boy,” you said, slotting your mouth against his own as he whimpered in delight at the praise. 

You began to slowly jerk him off, your grip wonderfully tight. Aemond whined as your thumb circled the swollen head, a shiver running through his body as he hesitantly bucked upwards into your hold. It felt so good, having your warm hand work him towards his end. 

“I wish you could see yourself,” you whispered against his lips; Aemond whimpered. “You look so pretty, fucking my fist.” 

“Please,” he gasped. “Faster, please, I need it faster.” 

You complied with his request, moving your hand rapidly along his length. Your thumb gently traced his sensitive tip, gathering his precum and using it to make his cock slick. He couldn’t believe how good it felt as he rolled his hips faster, his cheeks burning at the wet sound that was proof of the mess he was making in your soft palm. 

“I hope you like your treat,” you said, gently stroking his hair with your fingertips as your other hand worked quickly on his aching prick. “You were so good for me, fucking me with your tongue and making me cum. And you’re so pretty when you let me jerk you off. Are you close?” 

He was embarrassingly close. Aemond could feel the coil in his stomach tightening at your praise. He nodded desperately, then buried his face in your neck. “Yes, I’m close. Please, I’m so close.” He needed you to tell him that he could cum. He was going to go mad if you didn’t give him permission. 

You kissed his forehead. “Good boy. Cum for me, Aemond.” 

He would have been ashamed of the whorish moan he let out, but he was too focused on how good it felt to worry about how he sounded. Spots danced in front of his eye as his entire body tensed, his cock spasming in your palm as he came all over his stomach. You continued to stroke him throughout it all, helping him to ride through his high as he shuddered and whimpered. He needed to feel like this every day for the rest of his life, he was sure of it. You were so good to him, being kind as you used him for your pleasure and rewarding him when he pleased you. 

When his breathing finally slowed several moments later, he realized that he was trembling and clinging to you. Sheepishly, he let go, attempting to move away from you. To his surprise, you gently took his hand in your own, lacing your fingers through his and squeezing gently. “You were such a good boy, Aemond,” you said, smiling as he blushed. He gasped as you brought your cum-stained hand to your lips, sucking his release from your fingers before kissing him. He whimpered as you slid your tongue into his mouth; he could taste his own cum and it was fucking hot. 

When you pulled back a few moments later, Aemond smiled at you, reveling in the warmth that bloomed in his chest. He hesitated for only a brief second before cautiously curling up in your arms, sighing in sleepy contentment as you held on to him. “Thank you,” he mumbled. 

You pulled him closer, keeping him safe as he relaxed in your embrace. “Of course. Rest now, my darling good boy. You deserve it.” 

For the first time in a long while, Aemond was calm as he closed his eye and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

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Corruption - Chapter Two

Summary: You sneak out to the Street of Silk, unaware of the perils that wait for you there. Upon realizing that you are not in your chambers, your brothers decide to search for you. 

Content: NSFW, incest, attempted rape, groping, brothels, sex workers, depictions of sex acts, murder

Words: 3.2K

Note: I implore you to read the content warnings. Thank you to @darktrashsoulbear for being my beta! 💚

The day seemed to drag on forever. Finally, night fell and it was time for you to sneak out. After eating dinner, you told your mother that you had a headache and excused yourself to your chambers. Once you had closed the doors to your room, you quickly hurried over to your vanity, where you had stashed a shirt, a pair of trousers, a cap, and a pair of leather boots that you had procured earlier that day. These new clothes were rough, far more rough than the silken gowns that you were accustomed to. You quickly removed your dress, slip, and stockings, replacing them with the clothing of the smallfolk. You were careful to tuck your blonde locks into the cap, not wanting anyone to recognize you, for it would be scandalous if a princess were discovered in a brothel. 

Once you were confident that you could slip through the city unnoticed, you grabbed a small pouch of coins and crept over to your door. “Ser Rickard?” 

The knight stood on the other side of your doors, guarding your chambers, as he did every night. “Princess? What is the matter?” 

“I would like some lemon cakes,” you said lightly. “Could you please fetch me a plate?” 

Ser Rickard sighed. “Princess, that is not my charge.” 

“Please?” you begged, praying that the knight’s gentle affection for you would win out. “Please, Ser Rickard? Could you at least fetch a handmaiden who could bring me some?” 

He hesitated for a moment, then chuckled. “I suppose, Princess. I shall return in a moment.” 

“Thank you, Ser Rickard,” you said. You hoped that he would not be upset upon discovering your deception, but you would rather sneak away than order him to leave. You listened carefully, excitement swirling in your stomach as his footsteps faded. 

Once you were certain that he was gone, you quickly slipped out of your chambers, dashing down the corridor as the doors closed behind you. With any luck, you would have an easy time sneaking out of the Red Keep. You smiled as you hurried through the stone hallways, eager to discover the truth about your feelings for your brothers. 

–

When Aegon approached your chambers, he was surprised to discover that Ser Rickard Thorne was no longer standing outside of your room. He was also rather irritated to see Aemond also approaching. “Brother,” he said flatly, hoping that his tone conveyed his displeasure. 

Aemond hummed in response. “What brings you here, Aegon? ‘Tis no doubt the urge to defile our sister.” 

Aegon smirked. “Bold words coming from you. Mother may not be aware of your desires, but I know that you covet our sweet sister.” Aemond’s expression was perfectly still, almost as though it were carved from stone. Aegon had always secretly believed that a statue of his brother would be magnificent, though he would never tell a soul. 

“I came to check on her,” Aemond said coolly. “She fell ill at dinner.” 

Aegon rolled his eyes. “I am well aware, as I, too, am here to check on her.” He observed his brother, watching Aemond catch his meaning: both of them were there for the same reason, and they would both insist that reason was innocent even though it most certainly was not. 

Aemond fixed his brother with a cold look. “Yet I do not trust your intentions with her.” 

Aegon snorted. “You may refrain from indulging in her because of your fucking honor, but I promise that I have my own reasons, and my resolve is as firm as yours.” Of course, his resolve was waning. He found himself wanting you more and more with each passing moment, and he needed something to temporarily satisfy himself. He was desperate to touch you, even if it would be innocent and not in the manner that he truly desired. But now, Aemond was getting in his way of even some small relief. 

To his surprise, his brother seized him and pinned him to the stone wall, anger marking his face. “And that,” Aemond hissed, “is exactly why I do not trust you. My resolve hangs by a thread.” 

Aegon giggled at his brother’s outrage. “It must be so difficult for you, struggling to maintain your proper air when all you desire is to bury your cock in our little sister’s cunt.” 

“You have no idea what I feel for her,” Aemond snarled. “It is beyond your comprehension. I want more than to fuck her, because I care for her in ways that you will never understand.” 

“You misjudge me, Brother,” Aegon spat. “You and every other person who lives, you all believe that I think only with my cock. I care for her as well, for she is the only pure being in this wretched world.” 

Aemond’s grip relaxed as a pained look spread across his face. “And neither of us will ever have her,” he said quietly, “for she will be married off to and defiled by some lord in order to ensure our family’s survival.” 

“‘Tis agony,” Aegon said lowly. “I desire her so, but I cannot bring myself to take her. I spend every waking moment thinking of her, desperate for any affection that she can bestow upon me, even if it be only platonic.” 

Aemond hummed, expressing that he shared the same feelings. “I know that she cannot give me what I yearn for, so I take comfort in doting on her instead. She is precious to me, even if she does not understand my twisted desires.” 

Aegon sighed. Speaking with his brother made him feel better and worse at the same time. At least someone shared his pain, but it was becoming borderline unbearable to exist without being able to tell you what he felt for you. He glanced at the doors to your chambers. “Perhaps we could merely check on her. Though I suppose she is likely either asleep or well aware that we are out here, squabbling like children.” 

Aemond smiled thinly, raising his fist and knocking gently on the wood. When there was no response, he frowned and tried again, more firmly this time. 

A thin mist of worry clouded Aegon’s mind as he also knocked. “Sister?” he called. 

No response. Aemond hummed darkly as he glanced up and down the corridor. “Ser Rickard ought to be here, yet he is not.” 

Aegon fiddled with the doors for a moment, then abandoned subtlety and opened them. He half expected Aemond to protest something about it being improper, but his younger brother entered your chambers without a word, clearly placing a higher value on your protection than on propriety. 

Your chambers were deserted, the dress and stockings that you had worn that day lying on the chair near your vanity. Aemond quickly approached them, tracing his fingers over the fabric. “Still warm,” he said lowly. “She has been here recently.” 

Aegon glanced at the screen where you usually changed your clothes. “And yet her sleeping gown is still here.” 

The brothers exchanged a look, then swiftly headed for the doors to your chambers. They did not know where you had gone, but they certainly intended to find out. 

–

Even from outside the brothel, you could hear an erotic slew of noises. Still, the sounds could not sufficiently prepare you for the sight that you were met with when you entered the establishment. Everywhere you looked, naked bodies writhed about, shamelessly embracing the pleasure that consumed them. 

Suddenly, a delicate hand landed on your shoulder. You turned quickly; in front of you, glancing at you through hooded eyes, was a woman barely clad in a skimpy silk gown. “May I be of service to you, my lord?” she asked lowly, her voice dripping with lust. Your eyes widened in surprise; she gasped, evidently recognizing you. “Apologies, Princess!” she said hurriedly. 

You shook your head quickly, desperate to keep your identity secret. “No!” you whispered. “No one may know that I am here!” 

She glanced around, her pale gray eyes twinkling as an amused smirk reached her lips. “Princess, this is hardly the place for a lady who wishes to be discreet. It is also certainly not the place for a princess.” 

Your face burned at her words. Perhaps your disguise was not as good as you had thought. But if you would not be able to discreetly observe the carnal actions of others, maybe she would be able to aid you. “There are things that I need to know,” you said nervously, “things which I do not understand.” 

She arched her brow at you, clearly understanding the meaning behind your words. “If that be your wish, Princess, then follow me.” 

You anxiously fiddled with your hands as you followed her through the pleasure house. All around you, there were incomprehensible things being done. You saw a woman on her knees, sucking a man’s cock as he pushed it down her throat. There was a man busily thrusting into a woman, her legs thrown over his shoulders in what must have been a painful position. Two men shared a woman, one busily fucking her cunt while the other took her arse. And finally, there was a woman writhing around, a man’s head buried between her thighs. You did not understand how these people knew to act like this, nor how they felt such evident pleasure, as it was etched on their faces as they screamed in bliss. 

Finally, the woman led you into a secluded corner of the brothel. She pulled a curtain back, revealing another woman, one who was clearly busy entertaining a young man. Your eyes were wide as you took in the way that she gently swished her hips, pulling the young man closer and closer to the embrace of pleasure. When she realized that she was being interrupted, she glanced in your direction. “Saera, I shall be with you shortly. This young man has paid well, and I intend to make the most of his time.” 

The woman next to you, Saera, took a step forwards, her ink-black hair a long curtain down to her waist. “Madame Sylvi, I’m afraid that it is urgent. We have company.” 

Madame Sylvi glanced at you again, realization striking her as she quickly dismounted the young man. “Apologies, Princess,” she said, picking up a robe to cover herself. “How may we be of service?” 

You stared at the young man, who was writhing about in apparent distress, his cock swollen and hard between his legs. You had seen a cock before, having grown up in the Red Keep, but it was different to see one now. He looked like he was in pain, and it reminded you of the way that you would ache between your legs if you spent too long alone with your brothers. 

Madame Sylvi followed your gaze to the young man. “Saera, see that he is taken care of.” Saera nodded, escorting him out of the room, leaving you alone with the madame. “What can I do for you, Princess?” You nervously fidgeted. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. You had no idea how to explain the situation, and what if your mother somehow found out that you were here? “Do you seek a lover?” The madame asked, gesturing for you to sit down. “I have several young men who could tend to your needs. Or women, if you prefer.” You recoiled at her suggestion; she laughed. “Or not.” 

“I do not want a lover,” you said stiffly. You knew that your maidenhead was extremely valuable, as your hand was coveted by several lords. “I-I do not know what I want.” 

She studied you, her gaze curious. “Do your brothers know that you are here?” 

“No!” you said quickly. “They cannot know!”��

She pursed her lips. “It is dangerous for you to be here alone. I cannot guarantee your safety, Princess. You ought to have asked them to accompany you here, as they both know their way around.” 

You blinked in surprise. You knew that Aegon frequented the Street of Silk, but Aemond? He was usually so reserved, always careful to be the perfect son, the dutiful contrast to Aegon’s indulgences. “Aemond comes here?” 

An unreadable look crossed the madame’s face. “They both frequent this establishment, although your eldest brother is known to visit other brothels as well.” She smiled thinly. “The eldest prince is known to favor bastards with pale hair, not unlike your own.” 

Your cheeks warmed at the thought. Was it possible that he was imagining that the whores he fucked were you? “I did not know,” you said, not meeting her gaze. 

“Your other brother stares at them as well, though he does not partake,” she continued. “But his…desires…are far different than would be expected.” 

You frowned. “What does that mean?” 

She shook her head. “The secrets of my trade are not to be freely shared, even with you, Princess.” She smiled thinly. “All that you need to know is that both of your brothers are skilled lovers, though their unique taste for affection would discourage many.” 

A strange feeling settled in your stomach at the thought of your brothers engaging in carnal acts with women. What did she mean when she said that they are skilled? Wasn’t intercourse supposed to be dreadfully painful for the woman? Helaena’s fear had led her to become a septa, and you were well aware of your mother’s dislike of lying in her marital bed. You squeezed your legs together, attempting to dissuade the ache that was beginning to settle between your thighs. “I do not understand,” you said, shame burning your cheeks as you met Madame Sylvi’s gaze. “When you say that my brothers are skilled, what does that mean? Do they reproduce successfully?” Perhaps that was what she meant, that both of your brothers were highly capable of impregnating women. 

A smile formed on the madame’s lips. “Oh, you innocent thing. Do you not know what it is to be satisfied? Are you incapable of tending to the ache between your thighs?” You gasped in surprise. How did she know? She laughed. “And you crave your brothers, do you not?” Shame burned your cheeks as you slowly nodded. “Though the appeal of your Targaryen customs is lost on me, I do imagine that you will soon be extremely well-satisfied.” 

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back, revealing Saera once again. “Madame Sylvi, they are here. Both of them.” 

The madame smiled at you. “Perhaps you will be satisfied even sooner than I had anticipated.” She rose and began to follow Saera out of the room, turning to close the curtain. “Wait here, Princess.” 

Anticipation buzzed inside of you. Were your brothers here? Were they going to tend to the horrible ache between your thighs, which was worsening with every passing minute? You clenched your legs again as you stared at the walls, which were covered in murals depicting various sinful acts. In one, a man’s head was buried between a woman’s thighs. Was he kissing her down there? What in the Seven Hells could be pleasurable about that? 

The curtain opened with a swish, and you turned, eager to see your brothers. But it was not your brothers who stood there, nor was it Madame Sylvi or Saera. 

“What do we have here?” the man slurred, smelling strongly of wine. “A little princess, all lost and alone?” He stumbled towards you, drunkenly clambering on top of you. 

You quickly pushed him away, scrambling to the edge of the bed. “Please, do not touch me.” 

Fear began to seep into your heart as he laughed. “And who will stop me?” He grabbed your leg, his grip bruising, and dragged you towards him. You tried to kick him, only for him to easily bat your foot away and lie down on top of you, his weight crushing you as you froze in terror. “Princess’ maidenhead, perhaps the most valuable cunt in the Realm,” he mused, burying his face in your neck and licking your skin. 

Your senses came rushing back to you at the gross sensation of his tongue and you screamed, thrashing about and desperately trying to get him off of you. “Please!” you sobbed. “Please, do not hurt me!” 

Tears spilled out of your eyes as he laughed cruelly, bringing a hand to your chest and roughly groping your breasts. “Nobody will hear you scream, Princess.” You couldn’t breathe, nor could you think. You desperately needed him to stop touching you, but he was far stronger than you were. You screamed again; he clamped one hand over your mouth as the other began to work the laces of your trousers. “Shut the fuck up,” he spat; you bit his hand. He snarled in pain, then harshly smacked you across the face. “You fucking whore.” 

Suddenly, the curtains were wrenched open. You burst into sobs at the sight of Aegon and Aemond, terrified that they would be angry with you. The man scrambled off of you, but you already knew that any apology he could conjure up would be futile. You tearfully crawled away from him, whimpering as Aegon hurried to your side. “Fucking kill him,” your brother snarled, pulling you into his arms as you sobbed. “Oh, sweet sister,” he whispered, his tone far gentler as he slowly pulled off your cap and began to stroke your hair. 

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, desperately clutching at Aegon’s doublet. “I’m so sorry.” 

He gently shushed you, rocking your trembling body. “‘Tis alright, for you are safe now. All is well.” 

Aemond appeared on your other side, hesitantly taking your hand. “Aegon is right,” he said quietly. “You are safe now. Nothing bad will happen to you, so long as you are with us.” 

You nodded slowly, sniffling and squeezing Aemond’s hand, which was wet and sticky. You glanced at it, confused, then gasped when you realized that it was coated in blood. “Aemond, are you hurt?” you asked, panic returning to you. 

He smiled thinly. “No. But ‘tis sweet of you to ask.” 

You glanced over his shoulder, a strange sense of peace settling over you when you saw the lifeless, bloody remains of the other man. “You killed him for me,” you said, your voice faint. 

Aemond gently cupped your face in his large hands. “Oh, sweet sister. For you, I would do much more than kill a man.” He glanced at Aegon, then back to you. “We both would.” 

A lovely warm feeling bloomed in your chest at his words. Your brothers cared deeply for you, that much was evident. You hoped that they also desired you, as you were now quite confident that you desperately longed for them to do horribly sinful things to you. You had always loved them as your brothers, but now, as Aegon picked you up and carried you out of the brothel with Aemond at his side, hand on the hilt of his sword, you wondered if your affection had always been a repressed form of depraved adoration.

[gwaynesprincess]

Corruption - Chapter Two

Summary: You sneak out to the Street of Silk, unaware of the perils that wait for you there. Upon realizing that you are not in your chambers, your brothers decide to search for you. 

Content: NSFW, incest, attempted rape, groping, brothels, sex workers, depictions of sex acts, murder

Words: 3.2K

Note: I implore you to read the content warnings. Thank you to @darktrashsoulbear for being my beta! 💚

The day seemed to drag on forever. Finally, night fell and it was time for you to sneak out. After eating dinner, you told your mother that you had a headache and excused yourself to your chambers. Once you had closed the doors to your room, you quickly hurried over to your vanity, where you had stashed a shirt, a pair of trousers, a cap, and a pair of leather boots that you had procured earlier that day. These new clothes were rough, far more rough than the silken gowns that you were accustomed to. You quickly removed your dress, slip, and stockings, replacing them with the clothing of the smallfolk. You were careful to tuck your blonde locks into the cap, not wanting anyone to recognize you, for it would be scandalous if a princess were discovered in a brothel. 

Once you were confident that you could slip through the city unnoticed, you grabbed a small pouch of coins and crept over to your door. “Ser Rickard?” 

The knight stood on the other side of your doors, guarding your chambers, as he did every night. “Princess? What is the matter?” 

“I would like some lemon cakes,” you said lightly. “Could you please fetch me a plate?” 

Ser Rickard sighed. “Princess, that is not my charge.” 

“Please?” you begged, praying that the knight’s gentle affection for you would win out. “Please, Ser Rickard? Could you at least fetch a handmaiden who could bring me some?” 

He hesitated for a moment, then chuckled. “I suppose, Princess. I shall return in a moment.” 

“Thank you, Ser Rickard,” you said. You hoped that he would not be upset upon discovering your deception, but you would rather sneak away than order him to leave. You listened carefully, excitement swirling in your stomach as his footsteps faded. 

Once you were certain that he was gone, you quickly slipped out of your chambers, dashing down the corridor as the doors closed behind you. With any luck, you would have an easy time sneaking out of the Red Keep. You smiled as you hurried through the stone hallways, eager to discover the truth about your feelings for your brothers. 

–

When Aegon approached your chambers, he was surprised to discover that Ser Rickard Thorne was no longer standing outside of your room. He was also rather irritated to see Aemond also approaching. “Brother,” he said flatly, hoping that his tone conveyed his displeasure. 

Aemond hummed in response. “What brings you here, Aegon? ‘Tis no doubt the urge to defile our sister.” 

Aegon smirked. “Bold words coming from you. Mother may not be aware of your desires, but I know that you covet our sweet sister.” Aemond’s expression was perfectly still, almost as though it were carved from stone. Aegon had always secretly believed that a statue of his brother would be magnificent, though he would never tell a soul. 

“I came to check on her,” Aemond said coolly. “She fell ill at dinner.” 

Aegon rolled his eyes. “I am well aware, as I, too, am here to check on her.” He observed his brother, watching Aemond catch his meaning: both of them were there for the same reason, and they would both insist that reason was innocent even though it most certainly was not. 

Aemond fixed his brother with a cold look. “Yet I do not trust your intentions with her.” 

Aegon snorted. “You may refrain from indulging in her because of your fucking honor, but I promise that I have my own reasons, and my resolve is as firm as yours.” Of course, his resolve was waning. He found himself wanting you more and more with each passing moment, and he needed something to temporarily satisfy himself. He was desperate to touch you, even if it would be innocent and not in the manner that he truly desired. But now, Aemond was getting in his way of even some small relief. 

To his surprise, his brother seized him and pinned him to the stone wall, anger marking his face. “And that,” Aemond hissed, “is exactly why I do not trust you. My resolve hangs by a thread.” 

Aegon giggled at his brother’s outrage. “It must be so difficult for you, struggling to maintain your proper air when all you desire is to bury your cock in our little sister’s cunt.” 

“You have no idea what I feel for her,” Aemond snarled. “It is beyond your comprehension. I want more than to fuck her, because I care for her in ways that you will never understand.” 

“You misjudge me, Brother,” Aegon spat. “You and every other person who lives, you all believe that I think only with my cock. I care for her as well, for she is the only pure being in this wretched world.” 

Aemond’s grip relaxed as a pained look spread across his face. “And neither of us will ever have her,” he said quietly, “for she will be married off to and defiled by some lord in order to ensure our family’s survival.” 

“‘Tis agony,” Aegon said lowly. “I desire her so, but I cannot bring myself to take her. I spend every waking moment thinking of her, desperate for any affection that she can bestow upon me, even if it be only platonic.” 

Aemond hummed, expressing that he shared the same feelings. “I know that she cannot give me what I yearn for, so I take comfort in doting on her instead. She is precious to me, even if she does not understand my twisted desires.” 

Aegon sighed. Speaking with his brother made him feel better and worse at the same time. At least someone shared his pain, but it was becoming borderline unbearable to exist without being able to tell you what he felt for you. He glanced at the doors to your chambers. “Perhaps we could merely check on her. Though I suppose she is likely either asleep or well aware that we are out here, squabbling like children.” 

Aemond smiled thinly, raising his fist and knocking gently on the wood. When there was no response, he frowned and tried again, more firmly this time. 

A thin mist of worry clouded Aegon’s mind as he also knocked. “Sister?” he called. 

No response. Aemond hummed darkly as he glanced up and down the corridor. “Ser Rickard ought to be here, yet he is not.” 

Aegon fiddled with the doors for a moment, then abandoned subtlety and opened them. He half expected Aemond to protest something about it being improper, but his younger brother entered your chambers without a word, clearly placing a higher value on your protection than on propriety. 

Your chambers were deserted, the dress and stockings that you had worn that day lying on the chair near your vanity. Aemond quickly approached them, tracing his fingers over the fabric. “Still warm,” he said lowly. “She has been here recently.” 

Aegon glanced at the screen where you usually changed your clothes. “And yet her sleeping gown is still here.” 

The brothers exchanged a look, then swiftly headed for the doors to your chambers. They did not know where you had gone, but they certainly intended to find out. 

–

Even from outside the brothel, you could hear an erotic slew of noises. Still, the sounds could not sufficiently prepare you for the sight that you were met with when you entered the establishment. Everywhere you looked, naked bodies writhed about, shamelessly embracing the pleasure that consumed them. 

Suddenly, a delicate hand landed on your shoulder. You turned quickly; in front of you, glancing at you through hooded eyes, was a woman barely clad in a skimpy silk gown. “May I be of service to you, my lord?” she asked lowly, her voice dripping with lust. Your eyes widened in surprise; she gasped, evidently recognizing you. “Apologies, Princess!” she said hurriedly. 

You shook your head quickly, desperate to keep your identity secret. “No!” you whispered. “No one may know that I am here!” 

She glanced around, her pale gray eyes twinkling as an amused smirk reached her lips. “Princess, this is hardly the place for a lady who wishes to be discreet. It is also certainly not the place for a princess.” 

Your face burned at her words. Perhaps your disguise was not as good as you had thought. But if you would not be able to discreetly observe the carnal actions of others, maybe she would be able to aid you. “There are things that I need to know,” you said nervously, “things which I do not understand.” 

She arched her brow at you, clearly understanding the meaning behind your words. “If that be your wish, Princess, then follow me.” 

You anxiously fiddled with your hands as you followed her through the pleasure house. All around you, there were incomprehensible things being done. You saw a woman on her knees, sucking a man’s cock as he pushed it down her throat. There was a man busily thrusting into a woman, her legs thrown over his shoulders in what must have been a painful position. Two men shared a woman, one busily fucking her cunt while the other took her arse. And finally, there was a woman writhing around, a man’s head buried between her thighs. You did not understand how these people knew to act like this, nor how they felt such evident pleasure, as it was etched on their faces as they screamed in bliss. 

Finally, the woman led you into a secluded corner of the brothel. She pulled a curtain back, revealing another woman, one who was clearly busy entertaining a young man. Your eyes were wide as you took in the way that she gently swished her hips, pulling the young man closer and closer to the embrace of pleasure. When she realized that she was being interrupted, she glanced in your direction. “Saera, I shall be with you shortly. This young man has paid well, and I intend to make the most of his time.” 

The woman next to you, Saera, took a step forwards, her ink-black hair a long curtain down to her waist. “Madame Sylvi, I’m afraid that it is urgent. We have company.” 

Madame Sylvi glanced at you again, realization striking her as she quickly dismounted the young man. “Apologies, Princess,” she said, picking up a robe to cover herself. “How may we be of service?” 

You stared at the young man, who was writhing about in apparent distress, his cock swollen and hard between his legs. You had seen a cock before, having grown up in the Red Keep, but it was different to see one now. He looked like he was in pain, and it reminded you of the way that you would ache between your legs if you spent too long alone with your brothers. 

Madame Sylvi followed your gaze to the young man. “Saera, see that he is taken care of.” Saera nodded, escorting him out of the room, leaving you alone with the madame. “What can I do for you, Princess?” You nervously fidgeted. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. You had no idea how to explain the situation, and what if your mother somehow found out that you were here? “Do you seek a lover?” The madame asked, gesturing for you to sit down. “I have several young men who could tend to your needs. Or women, if you prefer.” You recoiled at her suggestion; she laughed. “Or not.” 

“I do not want a lover,” you said stiffly. You knew that your maidenhead was extremely valuable, as your hand was coveted by several lords. “I-I do not know what I want.” 

She studied you, her gaze curious. “Do your brothers know that you are here?” 

“No!” you said quickly. “They cannot know!” 

She pursed her lips. “It is dangerous for you to be here alone. I cannot guarantee your safety, Princess. You ought to have asked them to accompany you here, as they both know their way around.” 

You blinked in surprise. You knew that Aegon frequented the Street of Silk, but Aemond? He was usually so reserved, always careful to be the perfect son, the dutiful contrast to Aegon’s indulgences. “Aemond comes here?” 

An unreadable look crossed the madame’s face. “They both frequent this establishment, although your eldest brother is known to visit other brothels as well.” She smiled thinly. “The eldest prince is known to favor bastards with pale hair, not unlike your own.” 

Your cheeks warmed at the thought. Was it possible that he was imagining that the whores he fucked were you? “I did not know,” you said, not meeting her gaze. 

“Your other brother stares at them as well, though he does not partake,” she continued. “But his…desires…are far different than would be expected.” 

You frowned. “What does that mean?” 

She shook her head. “The secrets of my trade are not to be freely shared, even with you, Princess.” She smiled thinly. “All that you need to know is that both of your brothers are skilled lovers, though their unique taste for affection would discourage many.” 

A strange feeling settled in your stomach at the thought of your brothers engaging in carnal acts with women. What did she mean when she said that they are skilled? Wasn’t intercourse supposed to be dreadfully painful for the woman? Helaena’s fear had led her to become a septa, and you were well aware of your mother’s dislike of lying in her marital bed. You squeezed your legs together, attempting to dissuade the ache that was beginning to settle between your thighs. “I do not understand,” you said, shame burning your cheeks as you met Madame Sylvi’s gaze. “When you say that my brothers are skilled, what does that mean? Do they reproduce successfully?” Perhaps that was what she meant, that both of your brothers were highly capable of impregnating women. 

A smile formed on the madame’s lips. “Oh, you innocent thing. Do you not know what it is to be satisfied? Are you incapable of tending to the ache between your thighs?” You gasped in surprise. How did she know? She laughed. “And you crave your brothers, do you not?” Shame burned your cheeks as you slowly nodded. “Though the appeal of your Targaryen customs is lost on me, I do imagine that you will soon be extremely well-satisfied.” 

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back, revealing Saera once again. “Madame Sylvi, they are here. Both of them.” 

The madame smiled at you. “Perhaps you will be satisfied even sooner than I had anticipated.” She rose and began to follow Saera out of the room, turning to close the curtain. “Wait here, Princess.” 

Anticipation buzzed inside of you. Were your brothers here? Were they going to tend to the horrible ache between your thighs, which was worsening with every passing minute? You clenched your legs again as you stared at the walls, which were covered in murals depicting various sinful acts. In one, a man’s head was buried between a woman’s thighs. Was he kissing her down there? What in the Seven Hells could be pleasurable about that? 

The curtain opened with a swish, and you turned, eager to see your brothers. But it was not your brothers who stood there, nor was it Madame Sylvi or Saera. 

“What do we have here?” the man slurred, smelling strongly of wine. “A little princess, all lost and alone?” He stumbled towards you, drunkenly clambering on top of you. 

You quickly pushed him away, scrambling to the edge of the bed. “Please, do not touch me.” 

Fear began to seep into your heart as he laughed. “And who will stop me?” He grabbed your leg, his grip bruising, and dragged you towards him. You tried to kick him, only for him to easily bat your foot away and lie down on top of you, his weight crushing you as you froze in terror. “Princess’ maidenhead, perhaps the most valuable cunt in the Realm,” he mused, burying his face in your neck and licking your skin. 

Your senses came rushing back to you at the gross sensation of his tongue and you screamed, thrashing about and desperately trying to get him off of you. “Please!” you sobbed. “Please, do not hurt me!” 

Tears spilled out of your eyes as he laughed cruelly, bringing a hand to your chest and roughly groping your breasts. “Nobody will hear you scream, Princess.” You couldn’t breathe, nor could you think. You desperately needed him to stop touching you, but he was far stronger than you were. You screamed again; he clamped one hand over your mouth as the other began to work the laces of your trousers. “Shut the fuck up,” he spat; you bit his hand. He snarled in pain, then harshly smacked you across the face. “You fucking whore.” 

Suddenly, the curtains were wrenched open. You burst into sobs at the sight of Aegon and Aemond, terrified that they would be angry with you. The man scrambled off of you, but you already knew that any apology he could conjure up would be futile. You tearfully crawled away from him, whimpering as Aegon hurried to your side. “Fucking kill him,” your brother snarled, pulling you into his arms as you sobbed. “Oh, sweet sister,” he whispered, his tone far gentler as he slowly pulled off your cap and began to stroke your hair. 

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, desperately clutching at Aegon’s doublet. “I’m so sorry.” 

He gently shushed you, rocking your trembling body. “‘Tis alright, for you are safe now. All is well.” 

Aemond appeared on your other side, hesitantly taking your hand. “Aegon is right,” he said quietly. “You are safe now. Nothing bad will happen to you, so long as you are with us.” 

You nodded slowly, sniffling and squeezing Aemond’s hand, which was wet and sticky. You glanced at it, confused, then gasped when you realized that it was coated in blood. “Aemond, are you hurt?” you asked, panic returning to you. 

He smiled thinly. “No. But ‘tis sweet of you to ask.” 

You glanced over his shoulder, a strange sense of peace settling over you when you saw the lifeless, bloody remains of the other man. “You killed him for me,” you said, your voice faint. 

Aemond gently cupped your face in his large hands. “Oh, sweet sister. For you, I would do much more than kill a man.” He glanced at Aegon, then back to you. “We both would.” 

A lovely warm feeling bloomed in your chest at his words. Your brothers cared deeply for you, that much was evident. You hoped that they also desired you, as you were now quite confident that you desperately longed for them to do horribly sinful things to you. You had always loved them as your brothers, but now, as Aegon picked you up and carried you out of the brothel with Aemond at his side, hand on the hilt of his sword, you wondered if your affection had always been a repressed form of depraved adoration.

[gwaynesprincess]

He can practice all he wants! 🥵

Nerd!Aemond practicing his High Valyrian by spelling it out with his tongue on your clit! 🤭

AAAAAAAAAAAA I NEED IT OMG THAT WOULD BE SOOOO HOT like he just wanna practice but he also doesn’t want to waste papers👀👀👀

[gwaynesprincess]

Aegon is so precious!! He deserves the world and then some!!! Thank you so much for reading and being my beta!!! 💚

Sweet

Content: NSFW, BDSM relationship, praise kink, food play, finger sucking, teasing, consensual groping, making out, nipple play, edging, discussions of safewords, blowjob, handjob, riding, multiple orgasms, choking, subspace, aftercare

Note: I love pumpkin chocolate chip cookies! My sincerest apologies if anyone bakes differently, but this is my attempt at describing how I make these cookies! Also, thank you to @darktrashsoulbear and @peachysunrize for being my beta readers! 💚

Aegon carefully weighed the chocolate chips, smiling to himself. He had recently discovered just how much he liked baking, reveling in the way that he could focus on simply following the instructions and making something he was proud of. He liked that the entire kitchen would smell good for the rest of the day, almost as much as he liked the way that you would smile at him whenever you tasted what he had made. 

Today, he was making pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. He loved the sweet cookies, especially now that the weather was turning colder. They were simply wonderful, and relatively easy to make. He was almost finished; all that remained was to mix in the chocolate chips and form the cookies. Aegon carefully poured the chocolate into the mixer, watching as the chips were enveloped in the pale orange batter. He slowly counted to thirty, turning off the machine when he deemed the mixture incorporated. He hummed to himself, smiling as he retrieved two baking sheets and silicone baking mats. 

His smile widened as he heard your footsteps. “What are you making, my sweet boy?” 

“Cookies,” Aegon said shyly, hesitantly glancing at you to gauge your reaction. Despite knowing that you would always be excited that he was baking, there was a small part of him that craved your approval at all times. 

You washed your hands and walked over to him, smiling when you saw the batter. ��They look delicious,” you said warmly. 

Butterflies erupted in Aegon’s stomach as a lovely feeling settled in his chest. You passed him a spoon, and he blushed when your fingers touched. He carefully began to scoop the batter out of the mixer bowl, making sure to create seventeen equal lumps of cookie dough. Once sixteen of the seventeen were on the baking sheets, he carried them to the freezer, where they would harden as the oven preheated. He checked the recipe and set the oven, then laughed when he noticed that you were digging into the remaining batter. “Raw cookie dough is bad for you,” he said sternly, as if he hadn’t intentionally left it for you to eat. 

You gathered some of it on your finger and held it out in front of him; he quickly walked over to you. “Would you like a taste?” He nodded and blushed furiously as you guided your finger into his mouth, gently stroking his hair as he began to suckle. “Good boy, Aegon.” He whimpered around your digit, working his tongue to lick the sweet batter off of your fingertip. When he had cleaned your finger completely, you withdrew it; he whined in disappointment, feeling the calming mist beginning to cloud his mind. “You were so good today,” you whispered. “You did such a good job making the cookies.” 

Aegon preened at your words. “Thank you,” he said, his cheeks warm. You were so kind to him, looking after him and praising him. He liked this life with you, baking sweet treats and having you take care of him. It made him so happy and calm, filling him with a warm feeling. You would protect him, and he would do whatever you asked. 

Behind him, the oven beeped, snapping him out of his pleasant daze. You gently kissed his cheek, then headed for the freezer. “I’ll put these in and set the timer.” 

Aegon nodded, smiling and cleaning off the countertop as he watched you move around the kitchen. He was uncomfortably aware that his cock was stirring to life in his gray sweatpants, and he silently cursed himself. It was such a nice moment to share with you, and here he was, getting turned on. When he finished wiping the counter and you returned to his side, he whimpered quietly, fiddling with his hands. He needed you to help him with his cock. He couldn’t help that he was always horny! He wanted you to tell him that he was a good boy while you made him cum, but he was too ashamed to ask for it. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling his back flush against your chest. You gently slid your hands under the thin material of his white tank top, lightly tracing your fingers along his sides. “Does my baby boy want something?” 

He whined, nodding his head frantically. “Please! I need you to touch me!” 

You laughed, gently kissing his neck as he shivered in your hold. “I am touching you, sweet boy.” 

Aegon groaned, struggling to form the words as his head spun delightfully. He knew that he wasn’t allowed to move your hands where he wanted them, because you told him that it was important for him to articulate what he wanted so it was clear that he consented. He gasped in delight when you slid your hands along his thighs, teasing him and never touching him where he needed you to. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please let me fuck your hand.” 

You kissed his neck again. “No.” You gently turned him around, pressing his back to the countertop. “I think you will like this better.” Aegon nodded quickly, feeling like his head was full of cotton. He knew that you would make the right choice for him. “Sit on the counter,” you said firmly. Aegon jumped immediately; you laughed at his eagerness. “I’m going to tease you for as long as I like.” His eyes widened. You leaned closer to him, your lips inches away from his own. “And if you cum in your pants without my permission, you won’t be cumming again for a week.” 

Aegon’s eyes filled with tears. He couldn’t handle not being allowed to cum for that long, and he also wasn’t sure that he could stop himself from cumming if you teased him for too long! “Help me,” he begged. “Please, help me be good for you. I need to be good.” 

You smiled, pulling him into a sweet kiss. He whimpered, his hands balling into fists as he tried to stop himself from touching you. To his delight, you took his clenched hands in your own, gently loosening his grip so that you could lace your fingers together. He could feel his cock straining in his sweatpants, begging for attention and relief, and he whined against your mouth. You slipped your tongue against his own; he moaned in delight. 

As much as he was enjoying kissing you, he realized that he was enjoying it a little too much. To his horror, he could feel pleasure building in his stomach just from kissing you. He whined in panic, the sound a sad little noise in the back of his throat. You pulled away from his lips, and he gasped in relief as the pressure inside of him began to ebb away. You laughed quietly, gently kissing his forehead. “Oh, my sweet boy. Were you going to cum just from a little kissing?” 

Aegon nodded, shame burning his cheeks. “‘M sorry.” He hesitated, then whimpered, unable to meet your gaze and instead staring at the prominent bulge in his sweatpants. “It hurts,” he blubbered, tears dripping down his cheeks. “I wanna cum,” he cried pathetically. “I wanna cum so bad.” 

You gently squeezed his hands, then let go so you could wipe away his tears, smiling as you did so. “I know, Aegon, but you’re going to feel so much better if you wait.” 

Suddenly, you brought your hands to his chest, pinching his nipples through his tank top. More tears slid down his face at the surprising spike of painful pleasure; he moaned and shamelessly arched into your touch. He could feel his cock throbbing as you teased him, tugging gently on his sensitive buds. Pleasure was mounting inside of him once more, and he desperately tried to stave off his orgasm. “Please,” he whimpered, “‘m so close! I wanna be good! Don’t make me cum!” 

Suddenly, you released him. He whimpered as he felt his orgasm slip away, then jumped when the oven timer beeped. You gently kissed his face. “I’m going to rotate the cookies. Be a good boy for me and behave yourself.” 

Aegon trembled as you went over to the oven. His hands shook as he focused on not touching himself. He was capable of behaving, especially since he knew that you would make him feel wonderful if he was a good boy. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he tried to think about anything other than his throbbing cock. 

When you reappeared at his side, having just tended to the cookies, he whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. You were going to tease him now, make him sob and beg as he tried to be good for you. He knew that he could take it, but he didn’t want to. He wanted you to be kind to him, not mean. Something inside of him broke and he burst into tears, sobbing at the lack of your touch. He needed you to take care of him! He wanted to be your good boy! 

You wrapped your arms around him, gently stroking his hair as you softly whispered to him. “Oh, my sweet boy. Tell me what you need.” 

Aegon buried his face in your neck as he trembled. “Don’t be mean to me,” he sobbed. “Wanna be good for you!” He wanted you to have your fun with him, because he knew that you would make him feel so good, but he was terrified that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from cumming. He didn’t want you to push him until he was bad, he wanted you to gently tease him and praise him until he was a blushing mess! 

You pressed a soft kiss to his head. “Do you want to stop?” His breath hitched at your words. He didn’t want you to stop, he just wanted you to be nice! He hesitated, unsure if he should say that; he didn’t want you to be angry with him. You stroked his hair, cradling him as he took deep breaths. “I will not be angry with you, Aegon. I need you to tell me what you want so I can make you feel good.” 

“Don’t stop,” he whined. “I wanna be good for you. Don’t be mean to me, please. Don’t make me be bad.” 

You gently pressed your lips against his own. Aegon whimpered into your mouth, moaning in delight when your tongue slid against his own. When you pulled back, he choked back a sob and desperately tried to follow, only for you to gently press your finger to his lips. “Do you see the timer, my sweet boy?” He nodded. “I’m going to suck your cock now, Aegon, and I’ll go very slowly. If the timer goes off before you cum, I will give you a reward. How does that sound?” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” Aegon babbled tearfully, spreading his legs so that you could have easy access to his aching cock. Whorish moans slipped past his lips when you freed his throbbing length and gently wrapped your lips around the tip. Your mouth was heavenly, a glorious warmth that bestowed pleasure upon his trembling body as you gently suckled on his prick. He couldn’t even think of anything else, as he was completely held hostage by the way that you teased him. 

You made sure to not be cruel with your mouth, and you gently wrapped your palm around the rest of him, your fist coaxing him closer and closer to the abyss of pleasure. He squirmed as you continued to slowly tend to his aching prick, his gaze fixed on the timer as he silently begged it to go faster. He desperately needed to cum, but he refused to surrender until the stupid device beeped. 

The last minute was the longest of his life. Tears streamed down his face as pleasure mounted in his stomach and he focused on being good for you. Ten seconds. He frantically grabbed your free hand, desperate for a way to ground himself. Nine seconds. You hollowed your cheeks and wrapped your mouth around his entire length. Eight seconds. He howled in painful bliss and tried to stave off his orgasm. Seven seconds. Your throat tightened around him, a lovely vice from which he never wanted to escape. Six seconds. He sobbed loudly. Five seconds. Your tongue traced wicked patterns along his cock. Four seconds. He was begging now, shamelessly pleading with you. Three seconds. He was so close, tottering on the precipice of bliss. Two seconds. His entire body was shaking as he desperately attempted to hold himself back. One second. You gently squeezed his hand as the timer cheerfully beeped. 

And then your mouth was gone, and with it, the promise of sweet relief. Aegon burst into horrible sobs, wailing as he mourned the loss of his orgasm. He barely registered you quickly moving around the kitchen, turning off the oven and moving the cookies to a cooling rack so there would be no risk of fire. His cock hurt so much, and he felt his cheeks burn as he stared at it through his teary eyes. His prick was painfully swollen, flushed a dark red and soaked with your spit and his precum. It hurt to simply look at, and he was afraid that even release would be too torturous. 

And then you wrapped your arms around him, cradling his trembling body. “You were so good, my sweet boy,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his head. “I’m so proud of you, Aegon.” 

He smiled as he continued to sniffle into your neck, blushing as he slowly calmed down. “I was good?” he asked, gazing up at you with teary eyes. 

“Of course you were,” you said, gently stroking his hair. “You could never disappoint me, my love.” He beamed, happily wrapping his arms around you. It had been the most exquisitely torturous pleasure he could conceive of, holding back his orgasm as you teased him, but it was all worth it. He liked having you control his pleasure, manipulating his body for your own enjoyment while he sobbed and tried to behave. You were so kind to him, caring for him and making sure that he felt good. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly, nuzzling your neck. 

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, letting him stay securely in your embrace for several more moments. Eventually, you slid your fingers under his chin, encouraging him to meet your eyes. “Now, my sweet boy, would you like your reward?” 

Aegon nodded eagerly. “Yes, please!” 

You laughed. “Lie on your back for me.” He complied eagerly, lying down on the counter. You shed your clothes quickly and jumped up next to him, straddling him as he stared at you shamelessly. He moaned as you gently gripped his cock, which had softened slightly in the last few minutes but was quickly teased back to full hardness. You smirked down at him as you guided his tip to your entrance. “Cum whenever you’d like.” 

The sound that left his lips when you sank down on him was utterly shameless, a desperate noise that was more suited to an animal in heat. His eyes rolled back into his head at the feeling of your cunt enveloping his swollen cock, pleasure spiking violently inside of him. He wanted to last longer, but there was nothing he could do to hold himself back when your tight heat surrounded him. His back arched as he immediately came, spurting his cum inside of you. 

To his delight, you swirled your hips, gently guiding him through his orgasm. Part of him wanted to be ashamed by how quickly he had lost control of himself, but you had given him permission to cum whenever he wanted. He trembled beneath you, sighing in pleasure. 

When he finally opened his eyes, he was panting as he looked up at you. He whimpered slightly as he realized that his cock was still hard, twitching and throbbing inside of your tight heat. You smiled at him as you braced your palms on his chest. “Let me know if you need me to stop.” 

And then you started bouncing on top of him. Aegon gasped in delight, his mouth dropping open as your cunt tightened around him. It felt so good, this pleasure mixing with the pain of overstimulation. He desperately bucked his hips, blushing when you moaned. He couldn’t understand anything other than trembling and begging as the knot in his stomach began to form again. 

“Good boy, Aegon,” you gasped, riding him harder as he whimpered in delight. “You’ve been so good for me.” 

Aegon moaned happily, surrendering control as his brain floated away to a place where he only had to worry about being your good boy and receiving pleasure. He was hyper-aware of how close he was and how good everything felt, and he clumsily brought a hand to the apex of your thighs, circling your clit. He was about to cum again, and he wanted it to be with you falling apart around him. He fumbled about with his free hand, eventually grasping your wrist and guiding it to his neck. “Please,” he whimpered, moaning in delight when you gently applied pressure. He let his hand fall back to his chest, pinching one of his nipples as he reached the height of his pleasure. 

Suddenly, your pussy contracted around him, your orgasm catching you by surprise as you tightened around his cock. Aegon cried out as his entire body shook and he came again, spurting his cum deep inside of you as he fell apart. The rest of the world ceased to exist as he succumbed to the all-consuming pleasure, smiling in bliss. 

Slowly, he became aware of the rest of the world again. You gently cleaned him up with a cloth, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as you wiped the cum, sweat, and tears off of his skin. You had put your own clothes back on, and you carefully helped him tuck his cock back into his sweatpants. Finally, you joined him on the counter and helped him to sit up. “How do you feel?” 

Aegon smiled and leaned against you. “Happy,” he said simply. He didn’t know how else to express the emotions bubbling in his chest. You made him feel so good, you took such good care of him, and you genuinely wanted to know how he was. He never wanted to leave your side. He would stay for as long as you would let him. 

You gently ran your fingers through his hair. “How is your throat?” 

Aegon blushed. “It doesn’t hurt,” he said honestly. The two of you had briefly explored choking before, and he found that he still greatly enjoyed having light pressure applied to his throat. He knew that you wouldn’t hurt him, and it made his head spin in a pleasant, dizzying way. 

“I will not choke you often, Aegon,” you said slowly. “Even if we do whatever we can to lessen the risk of you getting hurt, there is no way to erase it completely.” 

He nodded. He understood, and he liked that you cared about his well-being enough to want to keep him safe. “Thank you,” he said, beaming up at you. 

You smiled and reached behind you, presenting him with a glass of milk with a swirly straw and a warm cookie. He gasped in delight, reveling in the warm, fuzzy feeling that burst in his chest when you helped him suckle on the milk and began to feed him the cookie. “You’re my good boy, Aegon. My good, sweet boy.”

[gwaynesprincess]

Rue!! Congratulations!!! You deserve this!!!!!! You're amazing and wonderful and talented and great!!!! 🎉

WE REACHED 2K+ FOLLOWERS??????? ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? I don’t know what to say guys THANK YOU!!! Thank you for the support, the love on my gifs, your most precious comments under my fics, your thots and unhinged tags I LOVE YOU THANK YOU!!!!

[gwaynesprincess]

Sweet

Content: NSFW, BDSM relationship, praise kink, food play, finger sucking, teasing, consensual groping, making out, nipple play, edging, discussions of safewords, blowjob, handjob, riding, multiple orgasms, choking, subspace, aftercare

Note: I love pumpkin chocolate chip cookies! My sincerest apologies if anyone bakes differently, but this is my attempt at describing how I make these cookies! Also, thank you to @darktrashsoulbear and @peachysunrize for being my beta readers! 💚

Aegon carefully weighed the chocolate chips, smiling to himself. He had recently discovered just how much he liked baking, reveling in the way that he could focus on simply following the instructions and making something he was proud of. He liked that the entire kitchen would smell good for the rest of the day, almost as much as he liked the way that you would smile at him whenever you tasted what he had made. 

Today, he was making pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. He loved the sweet cookies, especially now that the weather was turning colder. They were simply wonderful, and relatively easy to make. He was almost finished; all that remained was to mix in the chocolate chips and form the cookies. Aegon carefully poured the chocolate into the mixer, watching as the chips were enveloped in the pale orange batter. He slowly counted to thirty, turning off the machine when he deemed the mixture incorporated. He hummed to himself, smiling as he retrieved two baking sheets and silicone baking mats. 

His smile widened as he heard your footsteps. “What are you making, my sweet boy?” 

“Cookies,” Aegon said shyly, hesitantly glancing at you to gauge your reaction. Despite knowing that you would always be excited that he was baking, there was a small part of him that craved your approval at all times. 

You washed your hands and walked over to him, smiling when you saw the batter. “They look delicious,” you said warmly. 

Butterflies erupted in Aegon’s stomach as a lovely feeling settled in his chest. You passed him a spoon, and he blushed when your fingers touched. He carefully began to scoop the batter out of the mixer bowl, making sure to create seventeen equal lumps of cookie dough. Once sixteen of the seventeen were on the baking sheets, he carried them to the freezer, where they would harden as the oven preheated. He checked the recipe and set the oven, then laughed when he noticed that you were digging into the remaining batter. “Raw cookie dough is bad for you,” he said sternly, as if he hadn’t intentionally left it for you to eat. 

You gathered some of it on your finger and held it out in front of him; he quickly walked over to you. “Would you like a taste?” He nodded and blushed furiously as you guided your finger into his mouth, gently stroking his hair as he began to suckle. “Good boy, Aegon.” He whimpered around your digit, working his tongue to lick the sweet batter off of your fingertip. When he had cleaned your finger completely, you withdrew it; he whined in disappointment, feeling the calming mist beginning to cloud his mind. “You were so good today,” you whispered. “You did such a good job making the cookies.” 

Aegon preened at your words. “Thank you,” he said, his cheeks warm. You were so kind to him, looking after him and praising him. He liked this life with you, baking sweet treats and having you take care of him. It made him so happy and calm, filling him with a warm feeling. You would protect him, and he would do whatever you asked. 

Behind him, the oven beeped, snapping him out of his pleasant daze. You gently kissed his cheek, then headed for the freezer. “I’ll put these in and set the timer.” 

Aegon nodded, smiling and cleaning off the countertop as he watched you move around the kitchen. He was uncomfortably aware that his cock was stirring to life in his gray sweatpants, and he silently cursed himself. It was such a nice moment to share with you, and here he was, getting turned on. When he finished wiping the counter and you returned to his side, he whimpered quietly, fiddling with his hands. He needed you to help him with his cock. He couldn’t help that he was always horny! He wanted you to tell him that he was a good boy while you made him cum, but he was too ashamed to ask for it. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling his back flush against your chest. You gently slid your hands under the thin material of his white tank top, lightly tracing your fingers along his sides. “Does my baby boy want something?” 

He whined, nodding his head frantically. “Please! I need you to touch me!” 

You laughed, gently kissing his neck as he shivered in your hold. “I am touching you, sweet boy.” 

Aegon groaned, struggling to form the words as his head spun delightfully. He knew that he wasn’t allowed to move your hands where he wanted them, because you told him that it was important for him to articulate what he wanted so it was clear that he consented. He gasped in delight when you slid your hands along his thighs, teasing him and never touching him where he needed you to. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please let me fuck your hand.” 

You kissed his neck again. “No.” You gently turned him around, pressing his back to the countertop. “I think you will like this better.” Aegon nodded quickly, feeling like his head was full of cotton. He knew that you would make the right choice for him. “Sit on the counter,” you said firmly. Aegon jumped immediately; you laughed at his eagerness. “I’m going to tease you for as long as I like.” His eyes widened. You leaned closer to him, your lips inches away from his own. “And if you cum in your pants without my permission, you won’t be cumming again for a week.” 

Aegon’s eyes filled with tears. He couldn’t handle not being allowed to cum for that long, and he also wasn’t sure that he could stop himself from cumming if you teased him for too long! “Help me,” he begged. “Please, help me be good for you. I need to be good.” 

You smiled, pulling him into a sweet kiss. He whimpered, his hands balling into fists as he tried to stop himself from touching you. To his delight, you took his clenched hands in your own, gently loosening his grip so that you could lace your fingers together. He could feel his cock straining in his sweatpants, begging for attention and relief, and he whined against your mouth. You slipped your tongue against his own; he moaned in delight. 

As much as he was enjoying kissing you, he realized that he was enjoying it a little too much. To his horror, he could feel pleasure building in his stomach just from kissing you. He whined in panic, the sound a sad little noise in the back of his throat. You pulled away from his lips, and he gasped in relief as the pressure inside of him began to ebb away. You laughed quietly, gently kissing his forehead. “Oh, my sweet boy. Were you going to cum just from a little kissing?” 

Aegon nodded, shame burning his cheeks. “‘M sorry.” He hesitated, then whimpered, unable to meet your gaze and instead staring at the prominent bulge in his sweatpants. “It hurts,” he blubbered, tears dripping down his cheeks. “I wanna cum,” he cried pathetically. “I wanna cum so bad.” 

You gently squeezed his hands, then let go so you could wipe away his tears, smiling as you did so. “I know, Aegon, but you’re going to feel so much better if you wait.” 

Suddenly, you brought your hands to his chest, pinching his nipples through his tank top. More tears slid down his face at the surprising spike of painful pleasure; he moaned and shamelessly arched into your touch. He could feel his cock throbbing as you teased him, tugging gently on his sensitive buds. Pleasure was mounting inside of him once more, and he desperately tried to stave off his orgasm. “Please,” he whimpered, “‘m so close! I wanna be good! Don’t make me cum!” 

Suddenly, you released him. He whimpered as he felt his orgasm slip away, then jumped when the oven timer beeped. You gently kissed his face. “I’m going to rotate the cookies. Be a good boy for me and behave yourself.” 

Aegon trembled as you went over to the oven. His hands shook as he focused on not touching himself. He was capable of behaving, especially since he knew that you would make him feel wonderful if he was a good boy. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he tried to think about anything other than his throbbing cock. 

When you reappeared at his side, having just tended to the cookies, he whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. You were going to tease him now, make him sob and beg as he tried to be good for you. He knew that he could take it, but he didn’t want to. He wanted you to be kind to him, not mean. Something inside of him broke and he burst into tears, sobbing at the lack of your touch. He needed you to take care of him! He wanted to be your good boy! 

You wrapped your arms around him, gently stroking his hair as you softly whispered to him. “Oh, my sweet boy. Tell me what you need.” 

Aegon buried his face in your neck as he trembled. “Don’t be mean to me,” he sobbed. “Wanna be good for you!” He wanted you to have your fun with him, because he knew that you would make him feel so good, but he was terrified that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from cumming. He didn’t want you to push him until he was bad, he wanted you to gently tease him and praise him until he was a blushing mess! 

You pressed a soft kiss to his head. “Do you want to stop?” His breath hitched at your words. He didn’t want you to stop, he just wanted you to be nice! He hesitated, unsure if he should say that; he didn’t want you to be angry with him. You stroked his hair, cradling him as he took deep breaths. “I will not be angry with you, Aegon. I need you to tell me what you want so I can make you feel good.” 

“Don’t stop,” he whined. “I wanna be good for you. Don’t be mean to me, please. Don’t make me be bad.” 

You gently pressed your lips against his own. Aegon whimpered into your mouth, moaning in delight when your tongue slid against his own. When you pulled back, he choked back a sob and desperately tried to follow, only for you to gently press your finger to his lips. “Do you see the timer, my sweet boy?” He nodded. “I’m going to suck your cock now, Aegon, and I’ll go very slowly. If the timer goes off before you cum, I will give you a reward. How does that sound?” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” Aegon babbled tearfully, spreading his legs so that you could have easy access to his aching cock. Whorish moans slipped past his lips when you freed his throbbing length and gently wrapped your lips around the tip. Your mouth was heavenly, a glorious warmth that bestowed pleasure upon his trembling body as you gently suckled on his prick. He couldn’t even think of anything else, as he was completely held hostage by the way that you teased him. 

You made sure to not be cruel with your mouth, and you gently wrapped your palm around the rest of him, your fist coaxing him closer and closer to the abyss of pleasure. He squirmed as you continued to slowly tend to his aching prick, his gaze fixed on the timer as he silently begged it to go faster. He desperately needed to cum, but he refused to surrender until the stupid device beeped. 

The last minute was the longest of his life. Tears streamed down his face as pleasure mounted in his stomach and he focused on being good for you. Ten seconds. He frantically grabbed your free hand, desperate for a way to ground himself. Nine seconds. You hollowed your cheeks and wrapped your mouth around his entire length. Eight seconds. He howled in painful bliss and tried to stave off his orgasm. Seven seconds. Your throat tightened around him, a lovely vice from which he never wanted to escape. Six seconds. He sobbed loudly. Five seconds. Your tongue traced wicked patterns along his cock. Four seconds. He was begging now, shamelessly pleading with you. Three seconds. He was so close, tottering on the precipice of bliss. Two seconds. His entire body was shaking as he desperately attempted to hold himself back. One second. You gently squeezed his hand as the timer cheerfully beeped. 

And then your mouth was gone, and with it, the promise of sweet relief. Aegon burst into horrible sobs, wailing as he mourned the loss of his orgasm. He barely registered you quickly moving around the kitchen, turning off the oven and moving the cookies to a cooling rack so there would be no risk of fire. His cock hurt so much, and he felt his cheeks burn as he stared at it through his teary eyes. His prick was painfully swollen, flushed a dark red and soaked with your spit and his precum. It hurt to simply look at, and he was afraid that even release would be too torturous. 

And then you wrapped your arms around him, cradling his trembling body. “You were so good, my sweet boy,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his head. “I’m so proud of you, Aegon.” 

He smiled as he continued to sniffle into your neck, blushing as he slowly calmed down. “I was good?” he asked, gazing up at you with teary eyes. 

“Of course you were,” you said, gently stroking his hair. “You could never disappoint me, my love.” He beamed, happily wrapping his arms around you. It had been the most exquisitely torturous pleasure he could conceive of, holding back his orgasm as you teased him, but it was all worth it. He liked having you control his pleasure, manipulating his body for your own enjoyment while he sobbed and tried to behave. You were so kind to him, caring for him and making sure that he felt good. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly, nuzzling your neck. 

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, letting him stay securely in your embrace for several more moments. Eventually, you slid your fingers under his chin, encouraging him to meet your eyes. “Now, my sweet boy, would you like your reward?” 

Aegon nodded eagerly. “Yes, please!” 

You laughed. “Lie on your back for me.” He complied eagerly, lying down on the counter. You shed your clothes quickly and jumped up next to him, straddling him as he stared at you shamelessly. He moaned as you gently gripped his cock, which had softened slightly in the last few minutes but was quickly teased back to full hardness. You smirked down at him as you guided his tip to your entrance. “Cum whenever you’d like.” 

The sound that left his lips when you sank down on him was utterly shameless, a desperate noise that was more suited to an animal in heat. His eyes rolled back into his head at the feeling of your cunt enveloping his swollen cock, pleasure spiking violently inside of him. He wanted to last longer, but there was nothing he could do to hold himself back when your tight heat surrounded him. His back arched as he immediately came, spurting his cum inside of you. 

To his delight, you swirled your hips, gently guiding him through his orgasm. Part of him wanted to be ashamed by how quickly he had lost control of himself, but you had given him permission to cum whenever he wanted. He trembled beneath you, sighing in pleasure. 

When he finally opened his eyes, he was panting as he looked up at you. He whimpered slightly as he realized that his cock was still hard, twitching and throbbing inside of your tight heat. You smiled at him as you braced your palms on his chest. “Let me know if you need me to stop.” 

And then you started bouncing on top of him. Aegon gasped in delight, his mouth dropping open as your cunt tightened around him. It felt so good, this pleasure mixing with the pain of overstimulation. He desperately bucked his hips, blushing when you moaned. He couldn’t understand anything other than trembling and begging as the knot in his stomach began to form again. 

“Good boy, Aegon,” you gasped, riding him harder as he whimpered in delight. “You’ve been so good for me.” 

Aegon moaned happily, surrendering control as his brain floated away to a place where he only had to worry about being your good boy and receiving pleasure. He was hyper-aware of how close he was and how good everything felt, and he clumsily brought a hand to the apex of your thighs, circling your clit. He was about to cum again, and he wanted it to be with you falling apart around him. He fumbled about with his free hand, eventually grasping your wrist and guiding it to his neck. “Please,” he whimpered, moaning in delight when you gently applied pressure. He let his hand fall back to his chest, pinching one of his nipples as he reached the height of his pleasure. 

Suddenly, your pussy contracted around him, your orgasm catching you by surprise as you tightened around his cock. Aegon cried out as his entire body shook and he came again, spurting his cum deep inside of you as he fell apart. The rest of the world ceased to exist as he succumbed to the all-consuming pleasure, smiling in bliss. 

Slowly, he became aware of the rest of the world again. You gently cleaned him up with a cloth, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as you wiped the cum, sweat, and tears off of his skin. You had put your own clothes back on, and you carefully helped him tuck his cock back into his sweatpants. Finally, you joined him on the counter and helped him to sit up. “How do you feel?” 

Aegon smiled and leaned against you. “Happy,” he said simply. He didn’t know how else to express the emotions bubbling in his chest. You made him feel so good, you took such good care of him, and you genuinely wanted to know how he was. He never wanted to leave your side. He would stay for as long as you would let him. 

You gently ran your fingers through his hair. “How is your throat?” 

Aegon blushed. “It doesn’t hurt,” he said honestly. The two of you had briefly explored choking before, and he found that he still greatly enjoyed having light pressure applied to his throat. He knew that you wouldn’t hurt him, and it made his head spin in a pleasant, dizzying way. 

“I will not choke you often, Aegon,” you said slowly. “Even if we do whatever we can to lessen the risk of you getting hurt, there is no way to erase it completely.” 

He nodded. He understood, and he liked that you cared about his well-being enough to want to keep him safe. “Thank you,” he said, beaming up at you. 

You smiled and reached behind you, presenting him with a glass of milk with a swirly straw and a warm cookie. He gasped in delight, reveling in the warm, fuzzy feeling that burst in his chest when you helped him suckle on the milk and began to feed him the cookie. “You’re my good boy, Aegon. My good, sweet boy.”

[gwaynesprincess]

They're so sad and beautiful! 😭

The tragedy of this family always gets to me! I love this so much! 💚

[gwaynesprincess]

Sub!Aegon II Targaryen

Premise: A collection of loosely related drabbles with little to no plot that exist in a modern, alternate universe where Aegon is very submissive. 

Warnings: NSFW, angst, fluff, smut, BDSM relationship, Dom!Reader, Sub!Aegon, individual warnings for each part

Taglist: Please let me know if you want to be tagged!

Sweet

[gwaynesprincess]

King Aegon II Targaryen

Sub!Aegon II Targaryen

[gwaynesprincess]

Priya!!! I loved it!!! 🥰

The fluff! The smut! The Aegon cameo! All wonderful!! 😌

I think it's really important that you showed Aemond being subtly affectionate and caring. He's definitely more into quiet displays of love when there are others nearby, and you did an excellent job of demonstrating that! He was adorable and this was absolutely sensational! 😁

Cold Nights, Cosy Hearts

Modern Aemond Targaryen x girlfriend!reader

Based on this request made by Hannah @gwaynesprincess

Summary: After an unexpected interruption to their cosy night in, Aemond and reader try to find a way to somehow salvage the night and spend some quality time together.

House of the Dragon Masterlist

Warnings: Smut, minors do not interact

Word Count: 3350

Divider Credit: @saradika-graphics

Any likes, comments and reblogs are always always appreciated :)

The sound of his ringtone interrupted Aemond’s reading of Arnold J. Tonybee’s ‘A Study of History’. With a grin he looked down at his phone hoping it was his angel. The grin soon soured as he declined the call, eyes rolling to the back of his skull - Aegon. Averting his attention back to his book he continued, the serene silence making for the perfect autumn, late afternoon atmosphere to catch up on his reading as he waits for his angel to come home.

Aemond learnt from a young age that his elder brother had a penchant for ruining perfect moments, he was a fool to think this time was an exception. He hastened to the front of the flat not wanting the neighbours to believe there was an attempted break in occurring at the sheer volume of the banging at the door. Swinging open the door sporting a glare that could freeze the sun, Aemond grasped the arm of the nuisance and dragged him inside before quickly slamming it shut again.

Said nuisance, unphased by his anger, jumped onto the sofa in order to lay down - ignorant to his shoes rubbing all over the fabric. Momentarily unsure of how to react to the scene before him, Aemond stilled before snapping back to reality and ripping Aegon’s legs off of the sofa, almost throwing him to the floor. 

“Oi, what was that for!”

“Get out Aegon!” Aemond snapped not bothering to dignify his question with a response

“Must I remind you that it was YOU who just yanked me through the door, weirdo!” Aegon fired back, his amusement clear

“Why are you here?” The younger demanded

“I had no other choice with you dodging my calls!” Aegon continued, “what if it was urgent?”

“Is it?” he questioned, defeatedly leaning against the wall adjacent to the sofa

The hesitation that followed told Aemond all he needed to know as he, once again, began ushering his brother out, telling him he’s busy. Stubbornly Aegon refused clinging onto the backrest of the sofa as though his life depended and at this point, it very well could have. As the brother’s struggled they found themselves on the floor, forgetting the actual task at hand and just exchanging brotherly blows trying to get the advantage.

The scene you walked in on was one you wouldn’t forget. On the carpet before you was Aemond half kneeling on the floor with Aegon wrapped around the one not touching the floor, like a koala - seemingly in a struggle as you watched one of Aemond’s hands go from trying to pry him off to his hair and yank. At this you couldn’t contain your laughter anymore as, body curling in as the sound of your cackles rang out. 

This caused Aemond to lose focus, letting go of Aegon’s strands, as his head snapped back towards you. Just as he opened his mouth and went to say something, Aegon used his distraction to his advantage and rose up, arms still wrapped around Aemond’s leg using it to shove him onto his back and triumphantly sat on both his legs, pinning them down and casually waving at her. 

“If you boys are busy then I can text Helaena, see if she wants to meet up or something,” you suggested, half genuinely wanting to give them space and half desperately not wanting to be forced to babysit the two brothers.

“That would be grea…” Aegon began but was cut off by Aemond yet again burying a hand in his hair in order to free himself.

“No!” he interjected, “we promised we’d spend the evening with each other, I’ve got the movies rented and menus ready to order a takeaway. Just give me a sec to get rid of him and we can start baby.”

Aegon finally freeing himself again began “I may have a thing for hair pulling but certainly not with you little brother, with your girlfriend on the other hand…” he trailed off, shooting you a wink, “and now there’s no way you’re getting rid of me, movies and a takeaway? Count me in!” he moved back over to sit in the middle of the sofa tapping the spots on either side of him with his hands.

Aemond chose to ignore him entirely and walked over to his angel, grasping your hands and telling you to go “relax, get into something comfortable and decide what we should watch first” while he dealt with the 5”9’ problem in the flat. However, before you could even take a step in the direction of their bedroom, you were interrupted by a loud declaration from the man on the sofa.

“I do agree you should get changed doll, but into something to go out in. The three of us are going to go meet some people at the pub, maybe go out after”

Judging by the vein protruding from the side of her boyfriend’s neck, you knew now was the time to step in. Nodding to Aegon, you grasped Aemond’s hand, interlocked your fingers and led him to their bedroom, ensuring the door was locked behind them. You guided him to take a seat on the bed as she stood before him, bringing his head against her stomach, running one hand through his hair and the other massaging circles between his shoulder blades.

After a few minutes of silence, Aemond mumbled something about how Aegon must have a compulsion of ruining everything. His angel only softly chuckled as you continued soothing him.

“Would it be so bad if we indulged him and just went along?” You began before he moved his head away and looked up as if you’d sprouted another head, taking a seat next to him you quickly added on, “Let’s say we do go, what would really happen? We have a drink or two with him, then he gets distracted by a pretty girl and leaves us alone, we have a couple of drinks and chat, then we come back here and watch movies and get a takeaway like we planned.”

After a moment of thought, the corner of Aemond’s lips quirked up and he put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in to press a few kisses on the top of her head. “A fine plan, my angel, a fine plan indeed.”

Preening at the praise you added “and besides we could use this as an excuse to get out of future plans we want no part of, ‘what do you mean we never go out with you Aegon? Do you not remember last time when we cancelled our date night just to join you, only for you to ditch us for a girl?’ We’d have a solid argument baby.”

At this Aemond let out a genuine laugh, pulling you up to her feet before wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your lips, trailing his hands further down, copping a feel before letting her go to allow the two of them to get ready for the night.

One would think that after acquiescing to his wishes, Aegon would become more manageable. That would incorrect, instead he was bounding down the street as free as a child half his age. Aemond and his angel trailed behind him, huddling closer together for warmth. His left and your right were in the pockets of your own coats while the others were intertwined and shoved into Aemond’s other pocket.

Reaching the too lively pub, Aemond tugged you inside, eyes frantically scanning the place for an available seat. Aegon, of course, made a beeline for the bar and was frantically waving back at them to join him. Smirking, his angel pulled him over towards him and he reluctantly trailed behind. 

“See guys, isn’t this so fun? Seriously Aem I don’t know how you managed to bag a girl like her, what with the giant stick permanently lodged up your -” Aegon was cut off by you sliding close to the rogue.

“Don’t look now Aegon but that girl over there, on the other side of the bar, she’s staring at you. Like really really into it,” and Aegon of course immediately whipped around, eyes zeroing in on the girl whose eyes were flicking over with mild interest - but he didn’t need to know that.

“Well then, my lady, weirdo, I’d best not deprive her of the best night of her life for much longer! I’ll catch you guys in a second, just stay close.” Aegon instructed, walking backwards towards the girl in the hot pink dress.

With that the couple were left alone and Aemond’s relief was evident. As Aemond got the attention of one of the bar staff, you turned to find somewhere a lot more discreet to sit. Spotting somewhere in the back you grabbed the drinks as he paid and the two of you made your way over to a small table near the back.

Taking a seat on the small stools you set the drinks down and Aemond turned to you giving you a small smile and retaking your hand, palm up, tracing the lines on it. Abruptly looking up a final time his eyes darted back over the where Aegon was, relieved to see he was still by the markedly more interested looking girl.

Turning back to your eyes he felt an overwhelming sense of adoration flow through him, reaching out he tucked a rogue strand of your hair behind your ear as you bit your lip looking up at him with a gaze that made him dearly regret ever entertaining the idea of leaving their bedroom.

Just as he cupped your face with one hand, the other tugging your chin up and closer, and began leaning in, he heard a dull thud on the opposite side of their table top. Looking across you saw a man at least in his early 40s, wearing a worn suit slump into the stool opposite you - eagerly grabbing and downing half his pint of Guinness.

Slowly he lifted his gaze to the two of you and looked at you as though you were the inconveniences. Which apparently was the final straw for Aemond as he gave him the deepest scowl you’d ever seen. This caused one of the most amusing exchanges of words you’d ever seen your boyfriend involved in…

“Don’t know why you’re giving me that look boy, you don't own the table you know,” the man began.

“Look mate, I meant no harm, me and my girl were just wanting-” Aemond began feeling less than civil.

“Oh boy you couldn’t harm a fly even if you did mean it,” the man scoffed, flicking his hand dismissively.

You could see the way Aemond’s hand tightened into a fist and his jaw clenched. Knowing you had to do something to de-escalate the situation you opened your mouth to address him.

“Don’t you even think about putting your two-pence missy, this is between me and the lad,” the balding man interjected.

At this your eyes widened, eyebrows slightly lifted momentarily stunned by the sheer audacity of the man that came and sat at your table. Aemond angled his head towards you, his gaze sending a clear message ‘just say the word and I’ll deal with it’. But before he was given the chance your pint of Stella Artois somehow made its way all over the man’s front.

At his shocked gasp, you and Aemond looked at each other and the message was clear. Run. Darting out of the pub, hand in hand, Aemond leading the way. The seven o���clock evening chill in the night was biting compared to the heat in the pub and caused you to shiver as you realised you left your coat inside near the bar.

Realising this Aemond offered to go back and fetch it but not wanting to risk getting barred from the pub, you shook your head reassuring him that you’d be fine for the walk home. Turning to begin the walk, another shiver coursed through you as you attempted to huddle further into your knitted dress, thankful you had the forethought to wear plain black leggings instead of tights.

Observing, Aemond tugged on your wrist causing you to swivel back as he draped his own coat around your shoulder, helping you slide you arms in. You tried to refuse, insisting he kept it for himself, but vehemently denied you stating that Targaryen’s have warmer blood - thanks to their royal lineage from centuries ago, blood of the dragon apparently.

Finally acquiescing, you gave him a peck on the lips grasping his left hand to shove into the coat pocket until he yet again stopped you. Looking up at him confused, he moved you so that you were now standing on his right - away from the pavement. He then allowed his right hand to find home in the coat’s  pocket, the other sliding into the pocket of his jeans.

Seeing your eyes roll at his actions, he simply gave you a smirk “you always claim that chivalry is dead in modern society angel, I’m simply proving otherwise”.

Turning the corner, relief filled you as you spotted your flat building meaning you’d soon be out of the cold. As much as Aemond liked to pretend he was unaffected you could tell the cold was getting to him. Still clasping his hand in the coat pocket you leaned against his side providing as much as you could without bruising his ego. As he looked down at you, you could see the shift in gaze, darkening at you wearing his clothes.

He abruptly stopped and walked you back until your back hit the brick wall behind you, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, the other sliding down to the small of your back pushing you against him. As he leaned his forehead against your own, your hands trailed up - one hand resting against his chest, the other coming up to curl around the back of his neck. Your legs slightly opened allowing his thigh to slot in between your own.

Just as he leans down to finally lock your lips in what was sure to be a passion infused breathtaking kiss, a shocked gasp interrupted him. An incredibly deep and agitated groan escaped Aemond, was having a brief uninterrupted moment with the love of his life really so much to ask for?

Slowly pulling away from each other, detangling your limbs you looked over at where the sound came from. It was Billy, the little boy from a few doors that had an affinity for sneaking out while his parents were distracted. Walking over you crouched down before him, “Hey Billy, are you alone sweetheart?”

He hesitated before slightly nodding his head “…yeah”.

“Are your mum and dad upstairs?”, prompting another small nod of his head.

“Well then I guess Aemond and I should take you back up to them, right Aemond?” You said over your shoulder.

Aemond, in return gave a deadpan look - to which you responded with your own - but eventually nodded wrapping an arm around you, pulling you inside as Billy’s little hand grasped your own.

Walking over towards the lifts Aemond went inside and pressed the up button. That’s when you noticed the out of service sign and couldn’t help but chuckle at how the universe seemed to be plotting against him tonight. 

Taking a deep breath to steady himself he ushered you and Billy up the stairs before following after, which proved to take a lot longer than initially thought due to Billy’s much smaller legs climbing up to the fourth floor. Finally arriving you quickly stepped across the hallway walking past your door to the flat three doors down and rang the doorbell.

It was safe to say Billy’s mother had quite the shock when she pulled it open to be met with her son, the friendly neighbour and her sometimes friendly boyfriend standing before her. Recovering quickly she immediately began chastising Billy for wandering off again and profusely thanking the two of you for returning him safely. Reassuring her that it was no trouble at all, you allowed Aemond to drag you away back up the hallway and into your own flat.

Closing the door behind him, he turned to you the same predatory glint in his eye returning as he eyed you up and down, drinking you in.

As you pushed  Aemond up against the door to your bedroom, he removed his coat from around you, throwing it to the floor all while kissing each other as though your lives depended on it. Parting from him you turned the doorknob behind him, pulling him behind you with a finger curled around one of the belt loops on his trousers.

Moving him to sit on the bed, you pulled his sweater off along with the top he was wearing underneath. You then guided him to stand and instructed him to take off his trousers and pants as you removed your own dress and leggings. As he returned to full height, stark naked he gazed into your eyes, waiting. 

Parting your legs before you, you slightly tilted your head down and that’s all the prompting he needed as he gracefully fell to his knees before you. Hooking your left leg over his shoulder, he began kissing up your leg - starting at your calf- licking and sucking as he went.

When he finally reached the apex of your thighs your body fell back against the mattress as he licked as though it was his final meal, nose rubbing against your clit, tongue dipping inside your core. Moans and whimpers escaped your lips as you pleaded - unsure of what for but he seemed to understand as he drove you closer and closer to your release.

Finally with his whisper of “let go for me, my love” you tipped over the edge, thighs shaking and back arched, fisting the sheets.

Climbing up the bed, Aemond’s hand stoked your hair bringing you down from your high. Flipping over onto your stomach, you brought your hand down to wrap around him before sitting up to straddle his thighs, pushing him back to lean against the headboard. Reaching back to unclip your bra, you threw it in the direction he’d discarded your panties.

Re-taking his length in your hand, you guided him to meet your entrance, sinking down you both let out pleasured groans. As he reached up towards your breasts, you took both hands in yours and pinned them by his sides - intertwining your fingers as you moved up and down. Leaning over to kiss him again, you allowed him to move from your lips, down your neck and chest until they wrapped around one of your nipples - alternating between the two between chants of your name.

Switching so your hips were now rotating in circles and grinding against him to make him brush against your g-spot. Releasing his hands you allowed him to touch you all over. Moving your hand to circle his throat you felt his heart beating erratically as the other hand moved to brace yourself against his hard chest as you leaned forward which allowed him to piston his hips up, chasing both of your releases.

When he felt you squeezing him tighter than before he moved a hand down to your clit, driving you to your release as he chased his own. Staring into each other's eyes you fell apart together while you collapsed against his chest. Arms wrapping around you, he rolled you to your side, pressing a kiss to your lips as he left to grab a rag to clean the both of you up.

Returning, he pulled you against his chest as you both felt the built up exhaustion from your day overcoming you. Before allowing sleep to whisk you away, you once again made eye contact, gazes expressing nothing but the pure depth of love you hold for each other. Regardless of how the day didn’t go to plan, in the end you had each other and that’s all that mattered.

[gwaynesprincess]

I love it!! Silly Aemond, being so mysterious! 😜

I adored the fluff. He's so cute, trying so hard to replicate the book scene for his wife!! 🥰

Aemond being so hopelessly in love that he's all soft for his wife is one of my favorite things ever!! You absolutely nailed it!! 💚

The Abyss Of Affection

Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Summary: Aemond discovers the book his sweet wife has been obsessed with and after reading one of the scenes, a plan begins to formulate (fluff)

This was inspired by a conversation I had with the wonderful Hannah @gwaynesprincess

House of the Dragon Masterlist

Warnings: Allusions to smut

Word Count: 2308

Divider Credit: @saradika-graphics

Not entirely show canon as Jaehaerys is alive, Maelor exists and people are happy

Any likes, comments and reblogs are always always appreciated :)

His calculated footsteps echoed in the hallways of the keep’s royal chambers, following the elder of the King’s brothers - Prince Aemond Targaryen - back to his chambers after an incredibly taxing day filled with fulfilling duties that were not his own and patrolling the city atop his beloved Vhagar, the Queen of all Dragons. Many would argue a dragon fit for a true king, Aemond would agree. Finally rounding the corner, he greeted the familiar face of Ser Steffon giving a cordial nod as he made his way through the doors of his chambers, removing his cloak as he went. 

The sight that greeted the prince was not surprising yet still brought a small, fond smile to his face. Laying on her side of the feather bed was his sweet wife curled up under the various blankets spread across the bed to combat the chill in the air as the citadel switched black ravens to white and summer turned to winter. Aemond made quick work of stripping out of his leathers and into a loose night shirt and breeches ready to join his wife in slumber.

Just as he was about to blow out the candles beside where they lay, he noticed a book beneath the blankets next to his sweet wife’s sleeping form. He picked it up ready to place it on the small table on her side of the bed before taking a look at the title and realising it was the book that had so often stolen her attention away from him during the nights they spent together before the fire. The prince’s insatiable curiosity, it seems, also extended to what on earth his sweet wife could be reading in the non-academic books she so loves.

Flipping over to one of the pages he remembers her completely raving about with her lady in waiting, he began to read and as he continued, a plan began to formulate.

She was met by a chorus of “good morrow, Princess” to which she responded with decidedly less vigour and an almost petulant expression as she discovered that her husband was in fact not in their shared chambers. This prompted the other ladies in the room to barely suppress their giggles knowing how not seeing her husband in the mornings can dampen her mood - not that the Prince fairs any better himself.

“Do any of you happen to know where my dear lord husband is at such an hour?” she discontentedly drawled.

The handmaidens exchanged uneasy glances with one another which, of course, did not escape her watchful gaze and she probed further with a single raise of an eyebrow. Silence ensued for a couple of very awkward, tension-filled seconds until the Princess’ lady in waiting - Elaena - stepped closer and stated that “we are not at liberty to say, Princess,” adding a slight curtsy at the end.

Again silence ensued only interrupted by her own chortle “what in the name of the seven do you mean ‘not at liberty’, forgive me but I am utterly confused.”

“I’m afraid Prince Aemond has forbidden us to speak of it Princess and he reminded us that if you demanded… well Princess he said for us to remember that his orders outrank yours,” Elaena hesitantly explained, shoulders visibly tense at her admission.

An even longer silence commenced, this one not so easily interrupted. Instead the Princess slightly nodded her head and proceeded to load some fresh fruits onto her plate before biting into a strawberry that was surprisingly ripe given the season. She sat with a contemplative look on her face, her ladies worried she was deeply hurt when really she was wondering what the best way to punish him would be, perhaps… 

She was pulled from her musings by a knock on the chamber doors which one of the handmaidens - Lyla - was quick to answer. She carried a written message delivered by a page boy and with mild curiosity the Princess unravelled it and began to read.

She then very calmly got up, retreating to the sitting chambers with her beloved book and instructed her handmaidens to leave her, and on their way to “inform Prince Aemond that if he wishes to have an audience he may do so in our private chambers, I am not a dog to be called to heel and told to wait in the dragon pit until he finally chooses to descend from the sky”.

Suddenly Queen Helaena turned to look directly into the Princess’ eyes causing her to startle. Helaena grasped her arms in a gentle hold and decided that “you will be very happy with it,” and while not always understanding but being kind to Helaena’s ways, the Princess confidently nodded in affirmation.

“I’m certain I will be sister,” followed by a soft squeeze of the Queen’s hands she quickly let go to ensure she didn’t crowd the gentle soul beside her.

Turning her attention to Maelor, the youngest of the King and Queen’s children, she scooped him into her arms and brought him to her lap where she proceeded to grab the second less than perfect dragon (Daeron’s first attempt) and began to play with him. Entirely encompassed by the babe's soft giggles she failed to notice the shadow of her husband nor feel the piercing but fond gaze he stared at the two of them with - giving him a few ideas of his own.

Finally sensing his presence, his sweet wife turned towards him and pinned him with a markedly less than sweet gaze. After returning Maelor to his mother, the princess stood, brushed off her dress, said her goodbyes to the children with the promise of visiting again soon, squeezed Helaena’s hand and strode straight past her dear husband without so much as a look in his direction.

Aemond Targaryen, the incredibly formidable man that he is, immediately turned and followed (and after speaking with her lady in waiting) trailed a step behind knowing that if he got any closer he may well be subject to a more physical attack.

“Sweet wife - ,” his mouth slammed shut, the sound of his teeth clacking together audible as she turned around to face him and he thanked the seven that they’d at least made it to the hall outside their chambers to give a small amount of privacy.

“How can I be of service to my Prince? Shall I draw you a bath, change your linens, perhaps wash them too? After all, your commands should certainly be obeyed by all who rank lower than you lord husband!” and Aemond’s moment of stunned silence was all she needed to turn and push the door to their chambers open, her hair almost whipping Aemond in the face. After clearing his throat and righting his already perfectly placed doublet, the prince followed after his wife. This time the nod to Ser Steffon was slightly more stiff and definitely less cordial. 

Upon entering their chambers, it became apparent that his sweet wife was just getting started on his torture as she began shedding her day clothes to ready herself for dinner that night as it had become customary for the royal family to dine together per the Dowager Queen Alicent’s request. As he walked in she turned to look at him, again raising a single eyebrow, a silent demand for him to explain himself and explain he did - after he managed to bring his eye back up to meet hers.

Aemond nervously began to describe how he had to go patrol the city earlier than expected that morrow and after his wife’s further probing he let out a sigh as he admitted that he was hiding something from her but he insisted she could not know. Instead he decided to avert her attention by apologising for his blunt and insensitive instructions, insisting his mind was incredibly preoccupied and he meant none of it. 

After a beat, his sweet wife looked back up at him and simply agreed that it was foolish of him before continuing to prepare herself for dinner. With the guilt still weighing down on him, Aemond tried once more to draw a further reaction from her and informed her that “we will not be dining with the family tonight, my heart, it shall just be the two of us so please do not feel obligated to wear something that will placate my mother”. The huff of air Aemond let out could have rivalled Vhagar’s as his Princess finally met his eye and gave a smile of her own.

The Princess very quickly decided that she would never again allow her husband to guide her through the gardens, at dusk, alone with no idea of where on earth he was going. She marvelled at how her Prince had spent the entirety of his life growing up within the walls of the keep while she had only moved here three years past when their betrothal was finalised and yet she knew the gardens a lot better than he did. They walked in silence with the occasional mumble of “I’m sure it was this way”, “perhaps it’s actually that way” and what she is sure sounded like a “seven hells this is so embarrassing”.

Eventually, the Princess abruptly stopped walking causing Aemond to turn back to look at her with wide eyes as though he was expecting her to end the night and head back into the castle (which definitely seems tempting) but instead she drew herself closer to him tracing circles on the back of his hand with her thumb and sweetly asked him to tell her where he wanted to go and she would lead the way. Confusion clouded her eyes when she saw her husband’s gaze darken with disappointment at not being able to keep the location secret before giving a rather reluctant nod and mumbling the area of the gardens.

This again caused her to still, as not long before setting off on their adventure she’d gotten to her favourite scene in the romance novel she was currently re-reading which described the relationship between two lovers from flea bottom snook into the castle’s garden and had a picnic beneath a section where two trees intertwined to look like a heart. She let out a small laugh at the coincidence before leading him in the direction of the garden’s that she learned the trees actually existed in when she went searching after her first time reading the book.

As they stepped through the clearing, fingers interlocked, Aemond’s sweet wife stopped dead in her tracks. The scene before her bringing an onslaught of tears to her eyes and Aemond’s own eye drank in her reaction feeling his chest expand with pride. The scene was exactly as described in the books - granted the royalty version - with a table in the middle of the clearing, the heart trees standing right before it. A small fire was lit as the air was cool and biting and she thanked the gods for giving her a husband intelligent enough to organise for a canopy to be set up over the table. Even the food was some of the meats and fresh fruit described in her book.

After taking it all in, the princess - now thankful for there being no escort - fisted her husband’s nicest leathers and brought him down for a bruising kiss, whispering thank you’s and I love you’s in between.

Aemond’s own heart was beating out of his chest as they finally pulled away from one another and he helped her into her seat before taking his own next to her, never letting go of her hand - not even when they began to eat, opting to do it with his left hand instead, and certainly not as his sweet wife moved from her own seat into his lap, playing with his hair and telling him just how wonderfully he had done.

If you asked anyone who crossed paths with the Prince and Princess that night, they’d tell you that never before had they ever encountered two individuals looking so shamelessly in love. They’d express their shock as they witnessed their Prince, the fierce rider of Vhagar, laugh freely with his lady wife with his arm firmly wrapped around her waist and the Princess’ hand rubbing up and down his back.

As the Prince once again encountered Ser Steffon, he greeted the guard with a slightly more reserved smile than his wife received and instructed him to have a good night while he ushered his giggling wife inside. Once they were out of sight Ser Steffon let out a small chuckle of his own before walking a few paces down the hall, away from the door.

As the very smitten couple climbed into bed the Prince once again asked his sweet wife if everything met her standards to which she simply pulled herself up and decided on showing him how pleased she was instead - but not before ensuring the punishment she decided on earlier was carried out.

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My favorite quote from my favorite book with one of my favorite ships of all time from my favorite GIF maker??? HOW did I get this lucky??? 🥹

Absolutely GORGEOUS, Rue!!! I love them so much!!! They're so tragic and precious and I am absolutely OBSESSED!!! 💚

HELAENA TARGARYEN APPRECIATION WEEK Day4: Favorite relationship -> Helaegon

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hi!! I would love to be tagged for corruption posts. LOVE your writing so far and you’re making me want to write stuff like that again! Keep up the good work 💚

Of course I'll tag you!! Thank you so much for your kind words and I hope you continue to enjoy the story!! 💚