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houseofaegon · 5 months ago

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my obsession has gotten worse. lord have mercy

RETURN TO ME |

Warnings: Dark fic. Non con. Dub con. Violence. Angst. Smut. Incest. 18+ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Sister! Reader Note: I love writing in Aegon's perspective. Such a tormented soul. Please enjoy this.

Aegon wasn’t sure how he got you there. His mind hazed from the abundance of wine he’d consumed. But it couldn’t have been that clouded, the chains wrapped around your wrist hadn’t stirred your sleeping form, leaving you completely oblivious to the way you were now shackled to your bed. How vulnerable you were as he stood at the edge of your bed, unable to do anything but watch you.

You seemed innocent like that, lips formed into a soft pout and your platinum curls free as they partially shaded your face. It reminded him back to when you had been close, the sibling he genuinely found himself drawn to. Bonded through the trauma from the neglect and cruelty of your parents, never knowing affection unless it was in one another’s arms.

He had hoped on your return to him, he might be met with the same affections again but years in Old Town had distanced you from him.

You had shared lingering glances across the table on your first night, taking in each other's aged features. He wanted to know what you had been thinking then, lips pressed into a thin line as you looked back at him. Your eyes almost seemed wet in the candle light, barely able to hold his gaze for longer than a few seconds. Whereas he had been unable to do anything but run his eyes over you, a heat coursing through his body as he noticed how you filled out your dress.

All through supper he found himself itching to touch you, desperate to reach out for a moment’s embrace. But when he finally found that moment afterwards, pulling you with him into a dark corner of the hallway, you were a cold shell of the girl that he once knew.

“You reek of wine,” you hissed at him, grimacing as he cornered you into a wall.

He had parted his lips but the words got caught in his throat as he tried to speak.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” You questioned, giving him a pointed glare. “To your family? The embarrassment you cause us.”

He heard his mother’s words on your tongue and he retracted in an instance, unable to bear being around you.

Years you had been his source of comfort growing up, the only person that understood his pain. All for that to be torn from him in the moments he needed it most.

Thick tears ran down his eyes as he ripped his gaze from you, thoughts of what he was going to do consuming his mind. You deserved it, he believed. To be subjected to any cruel torment he desired to give you.

But there was also that thought in the back of his mind, the burning memories cursing him. You were promised to him before he had been forced upon Helaena, you were the sister that had been made for him.

Your sole purpose was to be his. Your lips meant to soothe him in his sleepless nights, your presence to shield him from your parents scornful eyes and your womb to carry his children. But that had been passed onto Helaena when a marriage prospect had been given to you, one that would have the soldiers of Highgarden backing his corner.

Luckily for him you hadn’t been married yet and he wondered if a proposal would still be considered with your stomach swollen with his seed.

The tightness in his breeches grew at the thought, the heat no longer simmering but a burning desire as he became desperate to touch you. Like he’d die if he didn’t.

You didn’t stir when he crawled on top of you. He was careful though, spreading his weight out, not allowing the bed to dip under it.

He was gentle- too kind towards you -as he cupped your face.

He wanted to slap you, to mark your subtle skin with his bare hands and the rings that adorned his fingers.

But it seemed he had already bruised you, a green print around your wrist reminding him of the other night.

Inebriated to the point where his mind was no longer his own was Aegon’s preferred state.

When you found him that night, returning from the sept with a guard in tow, he had been in one of those states. He had spent hours in the streets of silk, burying himself in his cups, unable to find comfort.

Then he stumbled upon you in the halls of the Red Keep, body working against him as it basically flung itself your way. It’s as if he forgot the bitter woman you had become, his mind thinking you were still that sweet girl he had grown up with.

“Your Grace,” you said, stopping in your tracks at the sight of him and his men.

He practically collapsed onto you and even though you slipped backwards, you managed to catch him. His hands gripped onto you for support, his weight threatening to pull you down onto the floor.

You grimaced again, the way you did days ago as you got a whiff of him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he slurred, anger seeping into his skin as he continued to look at you.

“How can I not?” You snapped back at him, lips cruelly snarling at him. “When you debase yourself like this. When you seem to be hell bent on ruining yourself and this family.”

Your words ran like ice through his skin and he found himself fighting between shoving you down onto the floor and yanking you closer.

“Why do you do this?” You questioned him and for a moment he swore your eyes softened, voice almost pleading.

“I am King,” He simply stated, his lips twisting into a crooked grin. “You should watch how you talk to your King, sister.”

“I think I should return to my rooms.” You snatched your arms from him, allowing him to stumble forward. “Your grace.”

Aegon caught your wrist again before you could fully twist away from him, yanking you right back. This time your bodies were pressed together, if one were to make a move the other would fall along with them.

He swore your eyes were heavy with tears even with the façade of anger and hatred you were trying to hold.

The Kingsguard behind you made a step to move but with Aegon’s free hand and vicious glare he stopped him.

“You are sworn to me,” Aegon shouted, voice echoing through the empty halls. “Think wisely of your next steps towards your King.”

“Aegon,” you whispered, frightful.

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you looked up at him.

He had seen that look a hundred times, the terrified gaze that everyone bestowed upon him. One he had hoped to never find upon your face.

“You’re right. We should all return to our rooms tonight,” he said, nodding.

You nodded with him, swallowing as he let you go. You really believed he was being serious, that he was done with you, he could almost laugh.

“I think I should pay my wife a visit tonight.” He stepped away from you, only for you to catch him by his sleeve, stopping him in his tracks.

“You wouldn’t be so cruel,” you said to him, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You clearly don’t know me at all.” He grinned wickedly at you. “Do you, sister?”

“I grieve with you. I really do,” you told him, your tone became vicious and cruel, matching his. “But as King, I wished you’d bare this better.”

You left him with that, not taking a moment to stop as you stormed to the royal apartments.

You left him with a hollowness only your presence could fill and a rage that could only be soothed by your touch. One that only grew as he stared back at the men still stood watching, bowing their heads in fear at his next movement.

A rage that now turned him into a sobbing mess on top of you, his tears pooling in the creases of your neck as he buried himself there.

It must have been what woke you, not his trembling hands groping at you through your sheer nightgown or his body hovering over yours, but his tears gracing your skin.

You didn’t even open your eyes before you breathed his name, knowing it was him.

“Sister,” he sniffed, pulling himself together as he let out a harsh breath across your face.

“Aegon,” you whispered, eyes fluttering open.

It was dark in the room but the light of the morning sun was starting to peek through, just allowing him enough light to gaze upon you.

Your voice grew worried, goosebumps covering your skin as you realised the position of his hands. “Aegon, what are-”

He doesn’t want to hear what you have to say. He doesn’t care for it. So he finds himself burying your words with his lips, crashing his down against yours.

You tried to pull away, only to notice your bound hands as the metal clanked against the wooden bedframe. The realisation of your situation had you parting your lips to speak again, only allowing Aegon to take advantage of your open mouth, sinking his tongue inside.

Aegon enjoyed the way you squirmed against him, your body fighting to be free from him, only to find yourself caged in by him. He laughed into your lips at the way the heels of your feet dug into your mattress, pushing yourself away, permitting him to sink further between your hips.

He was sure you could feel it, the way his hardened member pressed up against you and to make sure of it, he pressed himself harder against you, angling himself right against your bare cunt, only his breeches separating you.

When you finally managed to yank your head free, twisting it to the side, you were breathless, heaving to find the air to speak.

“You can’t do this,” you cried, tears of your own covering your cheeks. “Aegon, please.”

He didn’t care for your pleading voice, and to show it to you, he grabbed your face with his hand. His fingers gripped your jaw, snapping your head back to him as placed his lips back on yours once more.

Any words of yours were lost on his tongue as he fought to steal your very breath from your body. He couldn’t help himself, teeth nipping at your lips, going between biting at you to clashing your teeth with his.

His kisses were hungry, full of years of longing and yearning for you. They were also full of anger that burned in his veins, one that came from the tortured soul you had made him, regarding him with the same cruelty your mother had given him.

He didn’t need to breathe, the air from your lungs that he took from you was enough to feed him for a lifetime. He was sure of it.

But he still let your lips go, slipping them further down as he attached them to your neck.

You gasped for air once your lips were freed from him. Only for your body to be subjected to them instead.

“Aegon,” It seems like it's the only thing you were able to say. Had he succeeded in consuming all your senses like you had his.

“You are mine,” he growled into your skin, teeth nipping at the bare skin of your chest. His hands were bruising as they gripped onto your sheer gown, tearing at the material without even meaning to. “Mine.”

He spoke those words into the subtle skin of your breasts, not even allowing him a moment to look upon them before he wrapped his mouth around one of your hardening buds.

Even he was shocked from the sound that left your throat at that, a deep moan breaking free as he sucked at it. He was greedy to hear more, his fingers finding the other bud as he pinched it. But there was no other reaction from your lips, even when he gently tugged on it.

It was only when he detached himself, able to look upon your face, did he see why. You were biting down harshly on your swollen lips, drawing blood that dripped down your chin.

Aegon was eager to clean it up, his tongue licking up to catch every bit of it before slipping back into your mouth. This kiss was gentler, short as he was quick to press his forehead against yours.

“I am the only one that is allowed to make you bleed,” he told you, before he lifted himself from your body.

You were a sight below him, nightgown torn down the middle from his tight grip, revealing your naked flesh underneath. He should have done this the day you arrived but it's better late than never.

You called out his name again, eyes widening as he ripped at his tunic and the ties of his breeches. Until they were on a pile on the floor and he was left bare before you.

“Stop,” you demanded of him, voice strained in your throat. “You can’t do this.”

“I can do this,” he seethed at your resistance, pressing his body down on yours. “There is no one that could stop me.”

“Mother-”

He chuckled wickedly, pressing his hardened member up against you. “She is the dowager Queen. It is me that holds the power of the crown now.”

You don’t say anything, you only let out a raspy breath as he positions himself against you.

Aegon grins wider as he finds wetness there, sliding his tip up and down as he spreads the slick over your folds. But the amusement falls from his face when he presses his head against yours again, unable to shake the way you stare at him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he commanded but his voice slips on a croak.

You stared up at him with wet eyes that matched his and your lips formed a pout as you swallowed. He knew this look, one that haunted his every waking and sleeping moment since you departed from him.

“Don’t,” He warned.

“I can’t.” Your lips trembled as you whispered to him.

Aegon forced himself inside in one full thrust, your whole body becoming rigid and your face scrunching in pain.

“It hurts,” you cried, unable to do anything but tense up.

“Good,” Aegon said and he meant it.

He was slow as he moved out of you and back into you, torturously slow. It was punishment, he wanted you to feel every part of him, every ridge and edge as he took up space in your heavenly walls.

He’d be satisfied in your pain as he took his pleasure. It’d teach you your place, always one with him.

But as you sobbed underneath him, he felt guilt seeping in and he was quick to shove it down as he pressed his lips on top of yours. He didn’t manage to muffle your cries, he didn’t have it in him. They will be a reminder, he told himself. For what he wasn’t sure.

His lips remained on top of yours as he thrusted himself inside your walls, only they barely grazed yours. It was like they teased you, sinking down every so often in time to catch every gasp and cry that fell from your mouth. Until he was sure that all he could hear was your ragged breaths and sweet moans.

“There she is,” he groaned, finally finding comfort in you as hips picked up in pace. “You’ve finally returned to me, sister.”

“You can’t do this,” you whimpered, eyes sinking bank into your skull at the pleasure that you were clearly feeling.

“I’m going to breed you in this bed,” Aegon declared, carving his hips upwards as he pushed himself deeper. “I’ll make sure my seed takes until your stomach is swollen.” He latched onto your lips again, another short kiss, only this time he was sure it was reciprocated. “They’ll find us here, tied together like we always have been. Like we were always meant to be.”

A/N: I really like the idea of is reader reciprocating or is my man deluded.

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