#aegon taragryen x oc

[ashblooddragons]

Greedy

This is a present for my Bestie @sugutoad birthday! I hope you like it girly!

Summary: The day of the Driftmark succession Aegon decides him and his sister wife have much more important matters to pursue.

Word Count: 1332

Warnings: oral female receiving, fingerings, p in v sex, fluff, Targcest

I stare up at the canopy as Aegon sleeps with his head on my chest. I stroke his hair taking in the softness many would believe isn't there. 

This is often how I wake up, him cuddled up beside me clinging to me as if his life depended upon it. It never bothered me in fact it makes me feel loved for even in sleep he searches for me. 

I sniffle a giggle when a loud snore escapes him. He never was an elegant sleeper though I'm not sure anyone is. 

I still remember the day Mother betrothed us, I was overjoyed but of course Aegon being Aegon he had to deny his feelings. In the weeks leading up to the wedding he would grumble each time he saw me, but as soon as we were wed he was completely different. Acting as if our marriage was the best thing to happen to him. It was then I realized I never will fully know what is going through his mind. 

I'm brought back to the present when Aegon grumbles before lifting his head to look up at me. 

I can't help but take in his gorgeous periwinkle eyes, so unlike any in our family. And then there is his hair, if someone only looked at the coloring they would think it the normal Targaryen locks. But I know that if it is humid they become tight ringlets like our mother's. 

He looks so much like Mother in certain lights. I think brushing his hair out of his face so I can look at her properly.

“Your dressed?” He days through a yawn looking down at my emerald green dress with bronze dragons embroidered along the sleeves. They glimmer just like my darling mount Vermithor. 

“Hmm, well someone had to make sure the children were dressed for the day. They are with Mother now and I believe possibly Helaena and Vissera.” I respond with a smile. 

I know he isn't a morning person so many mornings I must pry myself from his arms and dress quickly to make sure our children aren't running a muck. Though many times I never get the chance as Aegon only tightens his death grip on me.

“How many children does that make? At least seven with three women?” He asks with a chuckles as he kisses my neck.

“Well Vissera had her eldest two in there and left her youngests with our Uncle. Helaena has brought her eldest two as well and left baby Maelor with Jace. And I brought our eldest three.” I respond with a sigh as he grips my hips rolling my core against his bare thigh. 

“So like I said, seven children with three women.” He responds with a cheeky grin before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

“We can't we will be needed in the throne room for the succession of Driftmark.” I say between heated kisses.

“That isn't until mid day, we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.” He says kisses me one final time before moving down my body until my legs rest over his shoulders and he is faced with my clothed core. 

He tuts at the sight a frown forming on his lips in an instant. “Small clothes? This won't work with my plans.” 

I can't help the laugh that bubbles up from my throat. “Well I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I didn't think we would be having a morning lay.” I respond with a raise of my brow.

He chuckles as he starts pulling them down my hips, slowly but surely I feel the soft fabric graze my thighs as he continues to pull them down. “And what do you call what I woke up to? You were laying, were you jot?” He responds and I playfully slap his head with a scowl. 

“You know what I meant!” I demand but I know it is falling on deaf ears when I see his shoulders shake with suppressed laughter. 

“Perhaps I did, perhaps I didn't, but what I do know is I'm starved.” He responds with a look of a wild animal staring at its fresh kill. I know he is taking in the gleam of my wetness, the way my breath catches with each agonizing inch his fingers graze my skin until they grip my hips in a bone crushing grip. 

I'm his feast and he'd be damned if I tried to take it from his grasps. 

I go to respond only to gasp and grip his hair as he delves forward using the flat of his tongue against my pearl. I can feel my hips moving on their own accord to meet him with each swipe and suck. 

“Aegon.” I gasp out before biting my lip to stifle my moans when I hear the clank of armor walk past our chamber door. 

“What Shiera, I am quite busy.” He responds looking up at me. I can tell he is grinning ear to ear at how quickly I gave into his little game. 

Cocky asshole. I think before gripping his hair tighter and pushing him towards my core once more. 

“Don't you dare stop.” 

He only smirks, mumbling a quick ‘as you wish, my love’ before he is sucking on my pearl once more. Though this time I feel his long digits graze my core. I know he is playing with me like a lion plays with a gazelle but I can't find any reason to care when he is already making me see stars. 

“Have I ever mentioned how delicious you are?” He groans out as two of his digits slowly but surely breach my core.

“On occasion.” I answer before a moan breaks through me when he curls his fingers hitting the spot he knows makes me putty in his hands. 

“Good, because I think there is no better taste than my darling wife.” Is all he says before he removes his fingers from my core and climbs his way up my body until I feel the weight of his length against my thigh.

“What are your thoughts on another babe?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

I smile up at him as I reach down to guide his hardness to my weeping core. “I think it's a magnificent idea.” 

He only smirks before rolling his hips forward stretching me in the most wonderful of ways. 

“Fuck, four pregnancies and still so fucking tight.” He hisses, gripping my thighs before thrusting into me, hitting the spot that makes my head spin with pleasure. 

My head reels with each thrust, I can hardly form words with the searing pleasure that flows through my veins. I already know his back will be covered in bloody red claw marks by the end of this morning lay. 

“Look at me, I want to see you come apart on my cock.” He demands gripping my hair so I have nowhere to look besides him. 

I stare into his eyes as my pleasure finally over takes me and wave after wave rolls through me.

“Gods Shiera.” I hear him groan before he gives one final thrust and I feel his seed fill me.

We both lay there catching our breath when suddenly Aegon let's out a sharp laugh. 

“I didn't even get your dress off.” He says staring down at my emerald dress with wonder. “I must have really need a fuck.” 

I can't help but laugh with him as he runs his hands up and down the velvet of my dress only stopping to grope my buttocks or breasts.

“You must have.” I respond, wrapping my arms around his neck before kissing his lips.

Perhaps there really are more important things to do than worry about a succession to an island. Like enjoying my husband's company. I think watching aegon grab a linen shirt before pulling out of me and holding it against my core making sure nothing ruins my dress…well at least more.

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