#aegon x neice

[helaenaxyf]

Protect me

(One shot)

🚨(aegon x neice reader - fluff - violence - death! - murder - blood and cheese)

Summary : Aegon and his neice have been married ever since they were little and have had children. The war has happened. Aegon has usurped the throne and banned his neice-wife from visiting her mother, leading to anger and hurt and threatening her and her children's protection

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.

It was early in the morning ever since aegons coronation. You weren't exactly happy with this whole arrangement. You had promised you're mother that if anything did happen her throne would be safe.

Your marriage with aegon wasn't easy. You had your flaws and had given him four children and had another one on the way. The birth of your children bought you a tiny bit closer. But it went as fast as thunder when he usurped your mothers throne

He had banned you from dragon riding,fighting,visiting you're mothers or writing her letters.

But that didn't stop you from trying.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

You were sat in aegons private study you had sneaked in as you took a note and some ink as you started writing to you're mother

You were fast and focused as you wrote not missing any lines as you closed the note and folded it into a letter as you placed a stamp on it

You whistled by you're fingers as a raven has appeared on the window. You walked to the raven and gently placed the letter at him

Before the door swang harshly "what do you think you're doing?" Aegon panted sharply "you were supposed to be with at the council."

He glanced at the letter at the ravens hand making his eyes narrow as he strided towards you both as he snatched the letter out of the raven making the raven fly away

He opened the letter and examined it before he folded it into a ball and threw it out the window "what did i tell you about sending her letters? Why do you keep defying me?"

"Because i want to. I haven't seen my mother since forever. It's not fair to me. I deserve to see her." You said in determination as you locked eyes with him

"No its not. You're my wife now. You have given me children. You belong here with me." He said angirly as he grabbed you're wrist

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" You shouted as he huffed "I want you to realise what ur doing to me. Have u seriously forgotten...that I banned you from that?"

"Doing what? Sending my mother letters? It's not fair you can send that moody dirty mother of yours always talking to her and leaving me to rot in the chambers taking care of 3 young children and an teenager!" You snapped at him before he slapped you across the face

You're eyes widened in pain as you're hand touched you're wounded cheek

"...I expect you to follow what I say." He said firmly as he left the room

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.

Later on

Aegon was in his council discussing maps and areas for the war with his councilors

"You're grace don't you think you're wife and children's safety could be threatened?" Ser tyland lannister spoke curiously

"Why would it?" Aegon spoke tilting his head

"you never know what could..happen you're grace." Ser larys strong spoke gently

"Hm..." aegon thought about it "keep extra guards in the castle"

The council nodded "we will make sure you're grace."

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

At noon aegon was in the throne room he was busy drinking and talking with his cronies or men as we can say.

You were at you're two youngest children's chamber you're infant son maelor was in the other chamber with the wet nurses. You were with you're twins Jaehaera and jaehaerys that were asleep in the bed as you read them a book

You're eldest son though haegon he was nowhere to be found.

As you were reading the book suddenly you heard footsteps that made you stand up

You paused seeing two men,Blood and cheese "...who are you?" You said sharply "how'd you get past the guards?"

"Guards? What guards?" Blood laughed "listen you're majesty. They're dead."

"Dead? You kill the kings guards?" You said in angry shock

Blood grabbed youre son, Prince Jaehaerys

That's when you're expression faltered and panic raised in you're heart "wait..please put him down!" You shouted

"If you scream or shout we will kill you all." Blood says annoyedly

You kept you're mouth shut you're breathing making ur chest fo up and down

"...who are you both? Who sent you?" You remained calm but you breathed fast

"....let's say....we're collectors for debt." Blood says looking at you up and down.

"What do you mean by that?" You said

"We have a debt. A son for a son but don't worry we won't kill you all you're majesty. We want you to pick between you're sons...the wldest or the youngest."

"...Jaehaerys and maelor?" You gulped but you were curious he didn't say anything about ur eldest haegon that's 15

'"Why can't you kill me instead? I'll offer you anything. Gold coins...food..anything?" You pleaded with fear

"Food?" Cheese giggled "that would finish in a span of 2 days."

"It has to be a son that dies. We don't do women." Cheese spoke Seriosuly

Tears started to flood into youre eyes you're mouth quivering "....please take me instead."

"Gosh...you're starting to bore me. Make the choice." Cheese says annoyedly as blood huffs

You saw there wasn't any chances as you turned "maelor..isn't in this room..."

"Than we don't need that one."

"What?" You turned to cheese in tears

Little did you know blood has sneaked from behind you and grabbed jaehaerys

"No...wait.." you turned with tears as you saw blood cutting off jaehaerys ith a single swing of his sword,

To you're horror you started to scream as blood and cheese fled as you got on you're knees

You're screams echoed through the castles chambers

You had been broken and you immediately fell into clinical depression

Mourning you're poor son you're eyes was blood shed red as you cried in you're chamber.

You're duaghter jaehaera has seen everything but she was confused as she sat on her bed at you're room you changed.

Maelor was asleep in his crib

You let out a cried sob

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

Jaehaerys head was found in bloods saddle

Aegon didn't react kindly to his heirs death.

He erupted in for anger, violence, and intense emotion.

the death of jaehaerys made his drinking addiction worse and made him develop anger management issues

"She fucking laughing.. at me that fucking queen of bastards.." he slammed the table making them goblets crash into the ground

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

Alicent had walked inside and tried to help aegon with his angers but it was no use

"Aegon...you have to calm down." She said softly.

"Calm down? For what?" He snapped

"Prince..haegon wasn't anywhere yesterday." Ser criston spoke walking inside

"What?" Aegon paused angirly "where was he than?"

"...we don't know." Ser criston paused "but one of our knights have saw those assassin's last night. They said they were talking about prince haegon and daemon."

"....Haegon and daemon?" Alicent said in shock

"What did they say?" He said with a deep breath

"...they did an agreement." Ser criston gulped

"Are you telling me my son betrayed me?"

He grabbed a goblets tight the goblet broke in his grip

"I'm.. afraid so my grace.." ser criston saif as alicent gasped "he was always close..with Rhaenyra wasn't he?"

Aegon slammed his fist into the table tears streaming down his face in anger and frustration

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.

The next day you were folding the sweaters you had sewed for jaehaerys you breathed deep as you saw the door open

Aegon walked inside as you got up holding the sweaters as you placed them into a cabinet

"....aegon?" You said tilting you're head

"All this? And you say you want to visit you're mother?"

"You're...blaming her?"

"Haegon you didn't see him yesterday?"

He walked towards you backing you against the wall

"No...I didn't see him. Maybe he's with his blackwood friends."

"Mhm. Well guess what? Our fucking son was apart of it"

"What?" You're eyes widened in shock

"He and you're mother and daemon"

"...haegon would never. He said the oath."

"Oath? An oath? He never said an oath to me. His own father. He said I would support."

You're heart shattered into pieces as tears flooded you're eyes.

"I'm disowning him. Starting from tomorrow. I'll find him and imprison him."

He tucked a strand of hair behind you're ear

He took you're hands in his as he pressed his forehead on yours "I failed to keep you safe and our children."

You stared at his eyes a sad smile "you didn't fail you just weren't there in time."

"What did I do i deserve you?" He leaned in kissing ur cheek

You leaned into his touch as he tilted you're chin to meet his as he gave you a peck on the lips

"Is maelor sleeping fine?"

"...he's sleeping well. Didn't make a fuss."

"Hm...and jaehaera?"

"She's at the library with my lady."

He nodded "well I'll have to..go and find haegon."

"But is that really nesccary to..disown him?"

"...I'll think about it or ill punish him"

You nodded softly as you saw aegon walk to the door to leave.

"...I love you." You said softly

He paused "I do too" as he left the room

[myladysapphire]

To Gwayne, with love

tired of being ingored and undervalued, you take your dragon and leave to find the one person who sees you for who you really are; your uncle, Gwayne Hightower

based of this request

word count: 5,086

CW: MDI, 18+, smut, loss of virginity, p in v, fingering, oral (f reciving), incest, angts, love letters (if the title wasnt a hint), fluff, love confessions, not proofread!

Gwayne Hightower x neice!reader

Masterlist

Growing up as the eldest child, and eldest daughter of Alicent and Viserys you had long felt unwanted and overlooked.

Where your twin, Aegon, was seen as a future king, the rightful heir, you were seen as only a daughter, pushed to the side and out of the limelight.

Always looked over, even when it came to marriage. Where it made sense for you to marry Aegon, Heleana married him instead.

You were overlooked, and often forgotten.

Even events held in your honour were overshadowed, be it by your twin or your eldest sister Rhaenrya.

Countless nights tears had filled your eyes as you were pushed aside in favour of another sibling.

It was a funny thing really, you were the eldest daughter and yet were the last to be betrothed, excluding Daeron that was. And yet you had once been dubbed the Realms heart, you had been kind and sweet. But years of neglect, being undervalued and ignored had turned you cold and restless and made you a rebel. Where your uncle Daemon was the rouge prince, you were the defiant princess.

You had stopped waiting by the sidelines, stopped keeping too yourself and your thoughts stopped being quiet. you become outspoken, even more so when your brother was crowned king.

But all that seemed for nought as you were now meet with roll of eyes and the sound of the key locking your chambers from the outside.

You couldn’t say you were surprised, not when your mother seemed to hate you more than Aegon.

She never understood you, only one person had.

Gwayne Hightower, your uncle.

You and he had an understanding that others could only envy, you couldn’t put it into words but ever since you had meet him you felt inexplicitly drawn to him.

And yet you had only meet him thrice.

But those three times amounted into countless letters.

When one was sent two would follow, even on the road Gwayne never failed to write.

Until now.

You were sat in your chambers and an ache in your chest as you read through the last of Gwayne letters. Near two weeks had passed since his last had arrived, and these past two weeks had been when you had needed his letters the most.

dearest niece,

Words cannot describe the joy I felt upon seeing you the other, even if only for a few hours before my departure.

You have grown ever so beautiful, and I envy those who got to watch you became the beauty you are today, though I envy them more for the endless pleasure of your company.

Who knew your wit was even more compelling in person, dear niece?

I sure did not and yet your endless humour is known what I crave as I am stuck of this endless rode with ser Criston as the most interesting of my companions.

And let me tell you he is far duller than you painted. (Not that you painted him to have much of a personality aside form swords and a love for oranges.)

Perhaps it his cockiness or the self-righteousness he has as the new lord hand, which makes his so dull. He seems to love to point out his new station to us all, especially my Hightower knights, as if that will win him any favours.

Though I truly believe he thinks himself funny, though his voice is always far to monotone to decipher what is an attempt at a joke or what is orders and commands.

Gods, I wish I had stolen you away with me, even just to share the looks at Criston ‘jokes’ as he calls them.

Honestly, he is perhaps the dullest man I have ever met, what your mother sees in him I’ll never know.

But I must admit little of my time is spent completing his joke when I cannot stop thinking of you.

Tomorrow, we ride to rook’s rest, he says he has some plan, I do not quite believe it will be a good one, but I shall prey to the seven that we will be victorious, and I may see you again.

Yours, Gwayne.

You had replied far to quickly though being locked n your chamber after yelling you would ride your dragon to meet your uncle would of course leave you with little to do.

To Gwayne,

I am truly sorry you are stuck with such a dreadful man, if I had gone with you I can assure you however there would not have been much time to dwell of Cristons joke attempts, I would steal far to much of your attention, perhaps enough were you were unable to fight in this silly little war.

I do hope your thoughts of me do not distract you too much.

I wish you great luck in at rook’s rest though I fear you may have to face Meleys, and in which case I pray my mother sees sense and allows me to ride out and join the fight on moonfyers, though I Highley doubted.

But from Aegon’s visit to my prison cell (my chamber’s), it seems he is quite egar to fight, though seeing as how the small council so easily sway his mind, I doubt he will, unless he drinks himself into a false sense of courage that is.

But I pray you do not repeat those words, especially to my mother.

I too crave for your presence; it is a misery that despite years of letters we have met thrice! And the third was only days ago.

 Perhaps when you go, we can make your visits permanent.

I pray for your victory uncle, and your next letter.

With love, your dearest niece.

You had sent that letter 12 days ago; rooks rest was 10 days ago.

Of course, the journey back must be accounted for, but no one had any news, besides the death of Meleys and the princess Rhaneys, the queen who never was.

You had rather liked her, in fact you hoped to model yourself of her in some way. Though you had no right to morn you suppose, you had never spoken to her bar the common pleasantries.

You stood starting out of the window, craving the day you could smash them down and make your escape. Though where you would go, you did not know. Before the war you had one destination in mind, oldtown. Now there was no one there for you, just as there wasn’t anyone here.

The forgotten daughter. No matter how defiant you became you would only be tolerated and ignored. Your actions simple receive a tolled eye and of course, the action of yet gain being locked in your chamber.

Perhaps if your mind hadn’t been so caught up in your loathing and thoughts of jumping from your window onto the back of moonfyers you would have noticed the door opening and the feel of hands slowly covering your eyes.

You jumped in shock as your eyes were covered, only to calm down when a voice spoke.

“Guess who?” a mans voice teased, though it was the voice you had ingrained into your memory.

“Gwayne” you breathed turning around.

He laughed as you hugged him.

“When did you get back?” you asked, arms still wrapped around him.

“Only moments ago,” he sighed, “did you miss me?” he teased.

Slapping his arm lightly, you stepped back “of course not”.

“Hmm…really?” he tilted his head, clicking his tongue, “I could have sworn your letter said- “

“Stop it!” you said hitting his shoulder again.

“Fine!” he said raising his hands up in mock surrender, “only if you top hitting my arm, your poor uncle has just fought a battle”.

You rolled your eyes “and am I to presume you were victorious uncle?”

“If you could call it that”.

“What do you mean?”

He looked nervous, an expression you had never seen on him before, “your brother Aegon- “

“Aegon went! That fool”

“a fool who got himself injured”.

“what” you asked, voice full of concern. Though an outcast, overshadowed by your twin, you still cared for him greatly, even if he never showed care for you in return.

He explained what had happened and your mind spun, no one had said a thing to you and yet your twin brother lay dying in his rooms.

“I must go see him” you rushed out, heading towards the door, only for Gwayne to grip your arm.

“Go later.” He insisted, “for now stay with me! and here my woeful tales of battle”.

Shaking your head with a laugh you sit back down, listening to tales of Gwanye’s journey and of the battle, and all thoughts of Aegon were forgotten.

You woke up finding yourself wrapped in Gwayne arms on your settee. You didn’t remember falling asleep, only talking and watching the sunset and rise once more.

It must have been past noon and yet no one had knocked or come to see you, not that they had before now.

You looked over at Gwayne, he was tired, even after hours of sleep he still had bags under his yes.  

Removing yourself from his arms slowly, you made your way out of your rooms and towards your brothers.

Aegon lay alone. The room dark and empty, bar his aching, unconscious body, half his body covered in bandages, his body deadly slit and his breath shaky.

You moved closer to the bed, coming forward and placing a soft kiss on his brow.

He may be terrible, drunken whoremonger but he was still your brother.

“Aegon” you breathed heavily, taking his unburnt hand in yours, “I- “ the doors opened, and your mother barged in, “get out!” she demanded.

“Mother, I- “you said standing up.

“Get out” she said once more, coming to sit by Aegon’s side.

Standing up and moving towards the door slowly, “he’s my brother, I have every right to be here!”

She looked at you, scoffing “that matters not, now leave and go back to your rooms”.

Rolling your eyes you left and stormed back to your rooms.

“Gwayne” you breathed, seeing him now awake and sitting up, reading a book.

“How Is Aegon” he asked, as you approached.

“a sleep? I do not know my mother sent me out only a few moments after I had entered.”

He kissed his teeth, “your mother has changed much recently”.

“Recently? She has always been liked this, with me at least”

“I know, my darling… I think she- “he stopped himself, looking at you, “I am not sure what she thinks actually, me and her where never close growing up”.

You huffed, looking over at him and realising that the book he was reading was in fact your diary.

“Is that my diary!”

“no” he said dragging out the word as he moved the book out of your reach.

“Where did you- how did you”

“Do not worry how your “beautiful and daring uncle” found it”.

You gasped, crawling over him to try and reach your diary.

He laughed, as you grasped at the book, “give it back” you insisted.

“But Gwayne would be never- “

You reached the book, slapping it out of his hand, “how much of it did you read?”

“Why did you not want me to read of how much you missed me?”

“Gwayne” you sighed, looking at him, you were practically lying on him, your hands leaning on chest as you reached for your diary of the floor.

“darling” he replied, before looking at you sadly, his hand reaching to caress your cheek, “I have to go soon”.

“To your chambers or to oldtown?” you asked sadly.

“Oldtown, I – “

You interrupted him, “when?”

“We leave after dinner, we thought it best to travel at night, out of sight of dragons”.

“I see” you said moving off of him. He reached for you, trying to draw you back towards him.

Everyone always leaves or ignored you. It seemed no matter how close you got you were so easily abandoned, never once had someone stayed.

“I would ask you to come, but your mother would never allow it” he said shaking his head.

Why would she allow it? It would make you happy and the gods know how much your mother craved your misery.

“Do you think there will ever be a time when-when we can spend limitless time together?”

“I hope so, I- “he always stopped himself from saying it, saying the one thing they both craved.

“As do I”

The rest of the day was spent together craving to spend every second that they could together, but in the end, he had to leave. He was bound by duty and honour.

Saying goodbye this time was harder than the few times before it. You both stood in the courtyard, his men stood the side, their own conversations distracting them.

Your mother having said her goodbyes, and had left the courtyard already, leaving you both to say your goodbyes.

“I hope it is not to long before I can see you again” you said looking down to thew ground and kicking at the gravel.

“As do I” Gwayne said grabbing your hand and kissing it gently.

Your eyes shared a look, a look saying everything you both couldn’t.

“I’ll miss you” you breathed heavily, eyes never leaving his.

you both stepped closer, now inches apart.

You moved your lips to kiss his cheek, only for Gwayne to move his head and capture your lips with his, in a soft delicate kiss.  

The shadows of the keep kept you had hidden from wandering eyes as you kissed.

It was short but sweet and left you both wanting more as he was forced to step back from you.

He whispered softly “I will think of you, always”.

“As will I” you said, reaching into you hem and pulling out your handkerchief, you had sown the initial of your name and his ono it, and placed it in the palm of his hand.

Closing is hand you softly placed a kiss onto it.

“goodbye” he spoke, before moving to his horse and riding off, sending you a final look before he left.

The days tricked by, blurring together. Aegon’s recovering slow and with little change.

You stayed in your room, much to your mother’s delight.

Letters were exchanged between you and Gwayne. But this time the letters seemed different, this time they were bolder, your feelings no longer hidden.

Dearest,

I left you only moments ago and yet I miss you already.

That kiss was everything and more, I cannot believe it took us so long to do it, even of it happened by a mistake.

I am sorry our reunion was so brief, and I wish I was bound to you and not duty.

I shall write again soon, but in the meantime, I hope the thought of you in my thoughts will tide you over.

Yours, Gwyane.

Dear Gwayne,

You just left my side and yet apart of me left with you.

I hope your thoughts are filled with me as mine are of you.

The walk back to my room was a long one, longer than it had ever taken me as I had to drag myself away from you, away from moonfyers as thoughts of chasing after you filled my mind.

My mind was a mess all night, much to my mother’s disappointment. Though I doubt she noticed my mind was with you and not in the keep.

This morrow I was awoken absurdly early and summoned to the small council!

And before you say anything I am not sure as to why, even after attending it.

I seemed to be there as a way to boost Aemond’s moral? Or should I say the prince regents.

I was simple them to watch plans be made, and to be told of an alliance, a marriage between me and some lords son, I believe some Tully.

I refused and they demanded.

I offered my dragon, they refused, and I demanded.

They claimed a woman in battle would only lead to a loss. Even if moonfyers is bigger than most for her age and even rivals Caraxes.

Anything else was ignored and dismissed and I was quickly ushered to my chambers and forced to plan a wedding.

A wedding I wish was with you.

I do not know what to do, uncle.

Please tell me to come to you, and I will.

Yours always.

My love,

The days are endlessly long, and I find myself craving you by myside more than ever.

You chase my every though both awake and asleep.

And forgive me for beings bold, niece, but I can, no will not hold back what I have longed to crave any longer.

I wished I had placed you upon my horse and ridden of with you into the night, defying your mother and brothers’ commands.

But I want you, more than I need air to breath. And for so long I have defied myself and held back my desires, my love for you.

I beg you, come to me.

Forget their plans and demands, come to me and marry me.

I am set to arrive in old town in two days, leaving you plenty of time to come to me.

With love, Gwyane.

To Gwyane,

I will come to you, it may take a few days, but I cannot stay here. And I will not stay away from you any longer.

With love, your heart.

you sat in your chambers, contemplation how you to leave.

Though there were secret passageways in your room, you had never used them. They were like a labyrinth in truth and the one time you had speed in them you feared you would get lost.

And the guards stationed outside of your door were stationed for the exact reason you were event you were currently planning.

your other would never let you go willingly, not now especially.

But then again you doubted she would notice you were gone, at least for a day or two.

Heleana may notice, but she wouldn’t say a thing.

Aemond had just been given what he always wanted and would flaunt his power as much as he could, meaning he’d keep put of your way, in fear you would ‘act up’, as he called it, and embarrass him.

This meant that the guards were your only issue, and perhaps Larys spy’s. though you cared not for them for what could they do to stop you? Tattle to Larys who would sell the information for the sight of your mother’s feet? Even then you would have a few hours.

Luckly for you however, you knew your guards. And they had a penchant for wine.

“Steffon, Gregor” you whispered opening your door a bottle of Dornish red in hand.

“Princess” they nodded, tuning around to ignore you.

“You must be bored” you started, “perhaps you can join me for a drink?” you said, fluttering your eyelashes.

They turned to face each other unsure of what to do, “oh come on, know one will care. You’ll still be guarding me, won’t you?”

Their eyes wandered to the bottle of wine “is that the only bottle, princess?”

You scoffed, “of course not”.

They smiled and ushered you in to your chamber.

It was funny, you must have done this a dozen time before and they still fell for it every time.

And being such lightweights, they were quick to fall into a drunken sleep, allowing you to grab your bag and make a run for the dragon pit.

Running through the streets of Kingslanding at night were dan, especially in your rich clothes and jewels.         

And seeing as you had only walked to the dragon pit once or twice, with the company of a dozen guards, the run was a lot longer than expected.

Getting lost in the never-ending streets of flea bottom was easy, and before you knew it you had somehow ended up on the streets of silk.

“gods” you mumbled, looking around in search of a sign to lead you in the right direction.

You could see the dragon pit, so at least you weren’t too far away, only issue is the brothel with the name ‘Chantaya’s’ seemed to stand in the way of a quick exit.

“sister” you heard someone say, and the sight of Aemond exiting said brothel, through you into a sprint once again.

You were sure you looked like some pick pocket as you ran through the street, Aemond hot on your tale.

And with being such a stranger to kings landing you found yourself meeting an end and Aemond catching up to you.

“Let go of me” you muttered trying to pull yourself free from Aemond’s grasp.

“Who let you out” he sneered.

“Does it matter?” you sneered in return, “what are you even doing here?” you asked, and Aemond face dropped.

“I could ask you the same”.

“I wanted to go to the dragon pit” “the dragon pit” he reiterated, not believing you. “To what? Declare for the usurper?”

“Gods no” you near yelled, “I- “you were hesitant to tell him, having never got on along with him and never having much to say to him at all, this was honestly the most you and he had spoken since the start of the war. “I wish to go to oldtown”.

“why”

“To…to see Gwyane”.

“Our uncle?”

“Do you know of another Gwyane I could possibly wish to see in oldtown?” you said snidely.

He hummed, looking at you with a smirk, “I am your prince regent, I command you know” he said, “one word from me and I could have you locked in the black cells, or I could command you to go to oldtown to gather forces, with Gwayne”

You hated that you looked at him hopeful and hated even more that if he asked you would beg.

“But why, dear sister? Should I command you to oldtown? You are the future lady Tully after all”.

You scoffed, “oh please, we both know the Tullys are hardly loyal now and the second old Grover Tully dies they’ll declare for the black’s”.

“true”

“And why would you want me here anyway? I do not listen, and I defy your every move, sending me a way would better your rule, would it not?”

“Oh sister, you truly have been undervalued. Fine I shall take you to the dragon pit and order you to oldtown.”

Order you? As if there was a single part of you that did not already crave to be there, with him.

The walk to the dragon pit was a quiet and awkward, with Aemond pulling you by the hand, a tight grip as if you would try to escape.

Not a word was exchanged even as you entered, only your words commanding the dragon keepers to fetch you moonfyers and Aemond stood beside you in his usual stance.

He gave you a taunting wave as you took flight, and you never looked back.

It took five hours for you to reach oldtown.

A storm thundered as you entered the reach, rain dowsing your and obstructing your vison. Had it not been for the bright blue scales of your brother’s dragon, Tesserion you were sure you would have flown into the Hightower.

Landing, you were quickly greeted with guards and the face of your brother Daeron.

“Brother” you greeted as you slide of your dragon, “a pleasure to see you!”

“And you, Gwayne said you were coming” he nodded, hand raised to stop rain pouring over his face, “come in, quickly”

The Hightower, was exactly as you envisioned, filled with riches and symbols of the seven. It looked like a museum almost.

You were brough into a room lined with seats and walls filled with books. Painting filled with the faces of old lords and ladies, and tapestry depicting Aegon s landing in oldtown and his coronation.

“niece” you heard a voice breath, causing your inspection to come to a halt as you turned and faced Gwayne,

“uncle” you breathed in return and not a moment later were you running into his arms and your lips meeting once more.

This kiss was different than the one in the courtyard, this one was filled with longing, filled with pure love and desire.

Years of want filling you mouths your lips moved against each other.

“Gwayne” you whispered against his lips, as you both breathed heavily, your heads leant against each others.

He whispered your name in return, “you came” he breathed, not quite believing it.

“of course, you asked…and the prince regent commanded it”

He laughed “what?”

“when I was making my mistake i came across Aemond leaving a brothel” you laughed, “and somehow he decided to command me to oldtown to gather forces”

“oh?” he said, head tilting, “I see…does that mean you now command me?”

“do I not anyway?” you asked tauntingly.

He laughed, grabbing you to him once more and pulling you into another kiss, “I believe we command each other, my love” he said breaking the kiss.

“my love?”

“my love” he agreed, caressing your cheek, “I love you” he finally admitted.

And you smiled. Looking at him as he always looked at you.

He always had seen you, understood you when no one else did.

And the look in his yes, it was pure love and you had never felt more seen than in this moment.

“I love you” you replied, and he smiled.

“come with me” he said taking your hand and leading you up to his room.

His room, though perhaps smaller than others, was still large and full of all things Gwayne. With his own mural and tapestry.

“do you like it?” he asked, taking note of your eyes that had not left the tapestry he had commissioned.

“is that?” you asked, unsure if you were seeing it right.

“Moonfyer and you, yes”

“gods, Gwyane” you said breathlessly, a mural of you riding moonfyers for the first time, your second time meeting Gwyane and the first time you and he realised the bond between you both.

You turned to face him, and kissed him once more.

Unlike before this kiss was heated, passionate and full of lust.                                                                                                 

His hands moved to your waist, as you slowly moved towards the bed, your hands reaching and pulling at his clothes, taking them of and leaving him in only his small clothes.

Your dress wet and soaked was quickly torn of you intern, leaving you only in your soaked chemise.

Their lips broke apart as her legs hit the bed. Taking each other in Gwayne moaned at the sight of your breast peeking out through the now sheer chemise.

“can i?” Gwayne breathed, hand coming to toy with the strap of your chemise.

You nodded, allowing your chemise to slip and leaving you bare before him.

“gods” he breathed, “ you are beautiful” he said, before pushing you down on the bed, his lips connecting with yours.

His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, nipping at your skin, causing you to moan softly.

He kissed his way down your body, before he reached your cunt.

“can i?” he asked once more, eager to taste her cunt.

“yes”  you said, not quite sure what he intended to do until you felt his nose nudge between your thighs and a slow lick alone the length of your cunt.

groaning at the taste, he quickly went back licking and tasting your cunt, like a man starved. You moaned pleasure, hands moving to tug his hair as he found your clit.

Touching yourself had never felt like this, the sheer pleasure you felt as he sucked your clit into his mouth was better than any orgasm you had brought yourself to before, even more so when you felt his fingers toying with your entrance.

You tensed as his fingers entered you. They were thicker and longer than your own and you started to feel the stretch as he pumped you full of his two fingers.

You moaned, your body moving off the bed as you his fingers pumped in and out.

His hand moved to your waist gripping you down as he continued to fill you, your moans filling the room as his third finger entered you and you soon reached your peak.

He slowly backed away from you, pulling down his small clothes to revel his hard, thick cock.

“oh!” you spoke, at the sight of him.

“oh? Not good enough niece?” he asked teasingly.

“gods, it, yes” you nodded, reaching out to him.

He laughed, before slowly crawling onto the bed, his body covering yours. Taking your lips his, in a passionate and heated kiss, as his legs slowly parted yours as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“Are you sure?” he breathed against your lips, hand holding your waist as his cock teased your entrance.

You nodded, reaching forward to kiss him again, “yes”.

At the word he entered you slowly.

You groaned at the stretch but found no pain as he entered you.

His long cock filling you, a bulge appearing in your stomach as he allowed time for you to adjust.

“gods, you feel amazing” he groaned, moving his head to the nape of your neck “can I move?” he groaned, as your walls wrapped around him.

Nodding, “yes” you breathed. And wasting no time he began to slowly pump in and out of you.

You moaned as he thrusted into you, your hips moving to meet his as he picked up the pace.

He groaned at the feel of you moving against him, has hands gripping your waist as he started to thrust into you faster, he soon found that sweet spot inside you, that quickly turned you into a moaning mess. And soon you were wrapping your arms around him, clawing at his back as you felt your peak it washes over you and the feel if his seed filling you.

Your breath was heavy, his even heavier as he lay on you, his face still in your neck leaving soft kisses as he started to move of you slightly.

“marry me” he said, giving you soft kisses between his words. “this place is filled with septon’s it will be easy to find one to marry us.”

“okay” you said, looking into his yes.

“okay?”

You laughed, “yes, Gwyane I will marry you.”

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Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny

Such a good brother, especially when she’s not even his wife

Blood of my Blood.

PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,715.

WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.

A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because it’s not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.

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Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.

It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.

"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."

Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.

"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"

The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.

"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.

"Want me to help, princess?"

His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.

"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.

"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."

Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.

"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.

"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"

"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.

"All you had to do was ask."

His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.

Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, rūs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."

Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.

Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.

"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dārilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."

"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.

"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."

The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.

"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."

Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.

"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."

As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.

"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."

Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.

"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."

"Avy jorrāelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."

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What Happened At Driftmark P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen (Teen) Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Y/n (Princess) Rating - 18+ fingering/ eating out/ nudity/ pinv/ raw sex/ spanking/ squirting/ cockwarming Word Count - 1473

Requested -

bridgertonbee1814 asked : I would love to see a part two of this❤️😄

Warning - Teen Smut / Neice x Uncle

Aegon assaulted her neck with kisses, ripping her underdress to shreds, as he forced her down on the bed. His hands grabbed her breasts squeezing them and groping them with busy hands. He was more forceful than he needed to be but he was beyond caring. He kissed down her neck leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. “Has any man touched you before little Neice?”

“No, my prince,” she admitted,

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Hummm… well then,” he growled, as moved his fingers to capture her nipples until they perked up pinching on them between his fingers and thumb. Tugging on them hard to force a moan from her lips before giving them a good hard twist which made her rub her legs together in this newfound excitement.

“My Prince!” She moaned arching her back,

He pulled back biting his lip hard before he kissed down her neck and chest before he nipped and sucked at her nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth.

“Ahh!” She moaned in pleasure her eyes rolling back,

“Ummm, such a desperate little thing aren’t you Y/n.” He barked, his eyes flicking down her body. He growled approvingly at the sight of her bare pussy. Kissing his way down her stomach, he spread her legs wide and brought his hand to her lips, “lick them for me,”

She obeyed taking his fingers into her mouth, licking softly on his index and middle finger,

Aegon cooed and praised her as she did, moving his fingers back and forth between her teeth and rubbing his fingertips against her tongue, “Suck.” He ordered,

Y/n did as he asked her eyes fluttering shut as she sucked on his fingers,

“Don’t stop.” he growled his other hand holding her jaw to allow his fingers to move faster and harder before he cursed and pulled out his soaked fingers, slipping them down to stroke her labia,

“Aegon!” she moaned her hips bucking up to his hand,

“Hummm…such a pretty little cunt.” he smirked rubbing her clit a little,

“Uuhhh uuuuughhhh!” She whined throwing her head back,

“Lets just see how… ooohh fuck-” He cursed as he slipped a finger inside finding her warm, soaked and throbbing for him, clenching down hard on his finger the moment it was inside, “Ohh you are just so desperate aren’t you,” He groaned, “Don’t worry little niece… I won’t keep this aching cunt waiting.” he whispered before burying his face between her thighs. His tongue flicked out, circling her clit before delving into her folds. He moaned in delight at how she tasted, lapping hungrily at her nectar.

“My prince!” She screamed her hips rubbing against his face,

Aegon continued his ministrations, flicking his tongue rapidly over her clit his hand coming down to thrust two fingers deep inside her dripping heat. He pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that perfect spot that made her cry out and buck her hips. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” he growled against her. “I could eat this sweet little cunt all day.”

She was writhing and moaning beneath him now, lost in ecstasy. Aegon could feel her inner walls clamping down on his fingers as she approached her peak. He quickened his pace, wanting to push her over the edge. "Mercy! Mercy My prince!" she begged, “I’ve never.”

“I know… I’ll give you your first, and you’ll beg me for more the rest of our lives.” He smirked,

“Please! Aegon!”

Aegon ignored her pleas, He pumped his fingers faster, curling them deeper inside her. His tongue worked on her clit, sucking and flicking until she thought she would explode. “Come for me, my sweet little niece,” he demanded roughly between licks. “You know you want to.”

His words broke her. The pressure inside her reached a breaking point and with a scream, she tumbled over the edge. Y/n screamed her back arching off the bed and squirting hard all over his face and bed, as this new feeling of pleasure flooded her for the very first time, Her pussy clamped down hard on Aegon's fingers as wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over her. "Aegon… my prince I…" she gasped,

"Humm did you like that?" he barked,

"Y-Yes… More… please…"

Aegon grinned wickedly as he licked her squirt from his lips sitting up to stare down at the mess of a princess he had left behind, “More?”

“Yes please Aegon,”

“I told you, you would.” he growled leaning down to kiss her,

She could taste her own sweetness on his lips and tongue as he invaded her mouth possessively.

Breaking the kiss, Aegon grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her hands and knees. He positioned himself behind her, running a hand over her ass. He gave one cheek a hard slap, watching it redden under his touch. “This what you want Y/n?” he demanded gruffly. “You know you want it.”

She nodded, too far gone in lust and submission to deny him anything.

Aegon moved slowly rubbing himself along her slit to coat his cock in her juices, before he pressed up against her cunt slipping slowly inside inch by inch,

Y/n screamed and moaned her eyes rolling back as he made his way deeper and deeper into her, feeling full and warm with him inside her.

Aegon groaned as he felt her tight heat clamping down on his cock. He was buried to the hilt inside her “Fuck,” he growled out. “You feel so damn good,” He pulled back slowly, savouring the sensation of her gripping him like a vice. Then he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one deep stroke.

Y/n cried out as Aegon took her maidenhead, stealing it for himself.

Aegon threw his head back, a roar of pleasure escaping his lips as she sheathed his cock. Before he lost any sence of control he had and he began to fucked her hard, without mercy a slave to his pleasure and lust, as much as he had made her one to the pleasure he supplied.

“Y-yes… plea-” Y/n's words were cut off by a cry of pure ecstasy as he pounded into her.

Aegon reached around her hips, finding her clit with his thumb. He rubbed hard circles on the sensitive nub as he continued, “Cum for me again,” he demanded gruffly, speeding up his thrusts. “I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”

Y/n threw her head back, a keening wail escaping her lips as she obeyed his command. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice, milking him of his seed.

Aegon's thrusts turned frantic, his grunts of pleasure filling the room. “Fuck,” he groaned out, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. He spurted deep inside her, filling her with his seed.

"Aegon… aegon… my prince…" Y/n gasped unable to move anymore then collapsed down on her stomach,

Aegon collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving with exertion. Before he held her hips tipping them both to lay on their sides, with his cock still inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, spooning her from behind as he stroked her hair gently. “Shhh,” he murmured softly, nuzzling against her neck. “…gods… Y/n…”

“Aegon?”

“Umm? Did you enjoy yourself Y/n?”

“Very very much,” she smiled, “But…”

“But?”

“But… we can’t ever do it again. What if our family found out.”

“I know,” he cursed, “stupid family.” He sighed, “But I don’t care what they say, they can’t keep us apart forever. One day I’ll be king, and I’ll make you my pretty little queen.”

“My mother will be queen.” She corrects him,

“Well then… you’ll be princess and heir to the throne. So one day You’ll be queen and I’ll be your handsome king.” he cooed, “But until then I will ride out on Sunfyre whenever I get the chance and you and I can can fly off somewhere secret and snug to fuck to our hearts content.”

“You mean it?”

“Would that make you happy my darling?”

“It would,” she blushed,

“Then I swear it by the old gods and the new.” he cooed kissing her cheek, “Come on, we should get back before we’re missed.” he smiled, “Ughhh fucking… ummm you hold on to me so tight,” He groaned having to use some decent force to pull out,

“Because I don’t want you to go,”

“Ohh believe me Y/n I wouldn’t go if we didn't have to.” He smirked leaning down to kiss her, “Perhaps I’ll redesign my saddle, just so I can have you sat on my lap with my cock inside your cunt the whole flight or the throne so when I’m - when one of us rules, we can sit and snuggle up inside you.”

“I’d like that.”

“I’d love that.” He smirked, “Come on before they kill us.” he laughed getting up to grab his clothes,

“My Prince?” she cooed,

Aegon turned back and Y/n was pouting purposely opening her legs for him, “yeah?”

“Mhm,”

“…Five more minuets.” he smirked jumping back into bed with her,

[jamespotterismydaddy]

The Manor

modern!aegon x neice!reader

A/N: this is based off a short little blurb i did the other day. just thought i'd make it into smth more

WARNINGS: SMUT!!, DUBCON!, incest, exhibitionism perhaps, pervy aegon

WORD COUNT: 1,468 words

There’s nothing you hate more than family gatherings. It’s a pity really because you know you would enjoy them if it wasn’t for one thing… your uncle. Aegon torments you endlessly. It started small when you were younger, tugging on your braids like a schoolboy. Now, it’s the way his touches linger. He gets more and more reckless with each graze… each grope. Your brothers could see, his mother could see if only they looked close enough.

It’s your grandfather’s birthday today, a summertime celebration that you resent because it means a whole weekend spent at the manor and Aegon loves nothing more than a tantalizing, off-limits girl in a sundress.

“You wouldn’t deny your favourite uncle a hug, would you?” He says with a smirk as you walk up the steps. Your step-grandmother is oblivious as she beckons you over.

“Family greets each other with hugs!” She encourages, pulling you into her soft embrace before pushing you into his.

Filthy arms snake around your waist and you hate how your body leans into his. You hate how good it feels when his hand slips up your dress to give your ass a sneaky squeeze, fingertips just barely grazing your clothed pussy. You try not to gasp as you push him away, glaring at him for his perversion.

“So good to see you, little niece.” He gives you a wolfish grin before letting you walk away, if only so he can watch you go.

~~~

You get into your bikini after unpacking, wanting to soak in that hot summer sun before it sets. You venture outside to the pool just to see that you’re the only one there as Daeron and Helaena are down by the beach and your dumbass brothers are probably napping after the long car ride. As for Aemond, who knows what he’s up to. You walk over to a sunchair and lay your towel on it as he sneaks up behind you. You feel the ties of your bikini top undo with one swift motion.

You whip around. “Aegon, you bastard!” You grab the sides of your top to keep yourself covered but that only gives him the chance to tug down your bottoms.

“Ohh someone’s keeping herself well groomed for me.” He muses as you pull them back up and shove him away.

“Keep your hands away from me, perv!”

“If you want my hands off then why did you shave your pussy bare for me?” He smirks, stalking closer to you as you back away.

“Who said it’s for you?” You snark back.

That comment pisses him off a bit and he grabs your arm to pull you back to him. “Yeah? Like you’re fucking someone.” He pushes his hand down the front of your bottoms. “Not when you’re this wet for me.”

“I hate you.” You squirm out of his hold but he still sends you off with a harsh smack on the ass as you storm away.

“Sure you do, sweetheart!”

You make your way to your room, locking your door and changing out of your bathing suit and into a short sundress so you aren’t lounging in swimwear.

Gods, maybe he’s right about you doing things for him. If you were so disgusted by his advances then you would probably want to drown yourself in clothing, rather than dress yourself in such a tiny garment. And more than anything, you wait around for him, eventually falling into a mid-day slumber.

You’re awoken by the feeling of gentle fingertips gliding up and down your navel before fluttering across your collarbones. When your eyes finally open, taking their time because of how groggy you feel, you’re greeted by the sight of him with a hand down his boxers as he strokes his cock, looking as divine as a fucking god. This is when you notice that the bust of your milkmaid dress has been untied to reveal your pert breasts. You say nothing as you flinch away like a spooked mare, only glaring at Aegon with ire in your eyes.

“You were so peaceful when you were sleeping and now you had to go ahead and ruin it.” He gazes at you with such lustful hunger.

“You like to prey on sleeping girls?”

“I like to prey on you.”

“I’ll scream.”

“Nobody’s home… and I like it when you put up a little fight.”

He gives you a little smirk before lunging at you. You slip off the bed but you’re not on the side of the room with the door so there’s nowhere to run. He backs you into a corner but just watches for a moment, wanting to make you antsy. His lack of action makes you take your chance and you try to bolt past him but he just grabs you around the waist. You swing around him slightly but his hold is firm. Both of his hands snake around your struggling body from behind, his left holding your upper torso all the way up to cup your right breast and his right sliding up your skirt.

“You’re fucking sick. I’m your niece.” You spit out at him.

“You’re just as sick as I am.”

You struggle in his grasp but that doesn’t stop him from getting a firm hold on your panties. He tugs on them and you whimper at the slight pain-pleasure as he uses the fabric to rub against your clit.

“Aegon, stop.” You whine breathlessly as he manoeuvres the garment around to start pleasuring you.

“Give in.” He kisses at your neck. “I know you want to. You’re not saving face for anyone but yourself.” He whispers into your ear. 

“Fuck you.” You murmur but it just feels so good.

“You will, whether you’d like to or not. Just give in.”

You know you shouldn’t. You know it’s wrong but you tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder giving him better access to your neck.

“Good girl.”

He starts nipping and sucking at your soft skin even harder now as he unzips your dress. You’re only in your panties now as he shoves you back onto your bed, his lips immediately moving to kiss your supple breasts.

“Such nice tits, baby. Maybe i’ll have a turn fucking them after I split open that tight cunt.” He chuckles as your slight shudder and then rips off your panties so he can bury his face in your pussy.

You can hardly think of how to react as he devours you with such fervour. Aegon has been waiting forever for this moment; he couldn’t keep his eyes off you since you flowered and he eagerly wants to taste you. He wants you to fall apart on his tongue, and then his cock.

And so you do. Your high washes over you like you’ve never felt before. That sick feeling that has created a pit in your stomach only makes it hit even harder.

“Mmm, Aegon.” You whine, fingers tangled in his ivory locks. It’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

He’s over you, pumping his length already before you’ve even had a chance to recover.

“Use a condom.” You pout, legs spread wide for him.

“Little brats don’t tell their uncles what to do.”

Your eyes widen and you can’t even move to stop him before he’s speared himself inside of you. His mouth is pressed to yours and he swallows all your protests before they can leave your lips. He kisses you with the same fervour that he ate you with as he fucks into you roughly.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He says after breaking the kiss, wanted a good look at your face as he ruins you.

“It’s too much.” You complain.

“Don’t be such a whiner.” He rolls his eyes and lifts your legs to push you into a mating press. If it was too much before, then it’s surely too much now as he somehow hits even deeper.

“Ah ah…” You let out little whimpers at the feeling of being filled so completely.

“God’s, never felt a pussy this tight. Knew you were saving yourself for me, baby.” He says cockily.

You can’t even form a retort, not with how cock-drunk you are from him pistioning his dick in and out of you. All you can think of is how close you are.

“I-I’m gonna cum.”

“Already? Didn’t realize you were such a little slut after only one little taste.”

He talks a lot of talk but once he feels your walls clenching around him, he’s done for. He only manages to get a few more hard thrusts in, fucking you through your high, before he finishes inside you.

Once you come down from your peak, you realize what he’s done.

“Seven Hells, Aegon. Did you just cum inside me?”

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[pinkydevil16]

Hi! Could I request a Daemon X reader where he sees reader is a new dress and is speechless for the first time ❤️

so cute!!!

This is before they get married when he'd still trying to convince Vizzy boy to give her to him

Daemon swirled the wine in his cup as he scoffed at Alicent's comment, his neice was yet to arrive to the banquet held for Aegon II not that Daemon wished to be there but he was trying his hardest to prove himself to his brother. He wished to marry Y/n, his eldest neice and long term confidant since she was younger. He had always been astounded by her confidence and demeanour, never afraid to speak her mind and a fiery sprite. His thoughts were stopped as the doors opened, Y/n's body coming into view as Daemon felt the air sucked from his lungs, his heart throbbing loudly as he couldn't tear his eyes from her. The beautiful blue dress contrasted against her white hair and violet eyes, drawing all the attention to her as she smiled at her father. The dresses bodice clung to her chest, sapphire jewels dripping from the round neckline and emphasising her shape. Dark purple fabric enhanced her waistline and fell into a lighter purple as it went down the skirt mixing with the light tones blue. The sleeves sat off her shoulders tight around her biceps before billowing out around her elbows in the same dark purple. The thing that stood out the most to Daemon was the necklace he gifted her, the silver woven chains wrapping around her neck and holding a dark red jewel, one he had scoured the land for to gift her. It did not suit the dress and he imagined her telling them to leave it on. It warmed his heart in such a way he felt his palms sweat.

"Hello Uncle." Y/n's voice was teasing as he seemed to blink and she appeared in front of his eyes, his mind whirling as she walked around him to sit between him and Viserys.

"Cat got your tongue Daemon?" Viserys laughed loudly making Daemon glare at him as he drank from his cup.

[hopefulidiocy]

Hi can I request a modern Daemon x Neice reader? I'm thinking Mafia vibes, maybe she wasn't aloud to leave the house but she snuck out to the club with friends and Daemon drags her back home.

I'm thinling smut, probably rough lol.

Totally get if you aren't down with this idea just had this idea for a while and need it out lol.

Killer Instinct

Modern!Daemon x Fem!Reader

Authors Note: thanks for suggesting this :) I changed the familial bond between them. They are not niece and uncle, instead just daughter of Mafia Boss and Right Hand Man. Thanks <3 hope you enjoy.

Warnings: bj, p in v, rough, hair grabbing, spanking, masturbation etc

MINORS DNI

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A pendulum swings in your face as you slouch in the chair, bored to tears with the droning on around you, your mother sitting straight and “proper” as she looks upon her husband with bored, soulless eyes. The men around you are discussing their plans with the opposing gang, it would be funny - seeing grown men plot to kill or maim or simply to prank - if they didn’t actually go through with it. One time you saw your father standing over the body of Julius Justice, a man who was your Godfather and looked after you more than once in your childhood. Julius had betrayed my father in more ways than one, he had been a double agent for both the Blacks and the Greens; it turned out he had a wife, a woman named Alicent, whom I had no idea existed, who was the mother of Green Leader Aegon. Slimy little man with short man syndrome.

Father was callous and cruel, some thought the same about you since you rarely smiled or laughed; the last time you did was probably when your niece, Clarissa, was born even thought tensions run thick with your sister, Marie. There were eight of you in total, eight lovely children for the cold Victor Targaryen. The order went like this: Giovanni, 26 years old and acts as a type of regent whenever your father is indisposed; Hades, 25 years old and tried to usurp his own father which sent him to the chopping block, you wince every time his name is mentioned; Victoria, 23 years old and named after your mother, she is timid and incredibly sweet which is her downfall; Marie, 21 years old and recently married to some soldier whom you don’t know; you, 19 years old and basically your father with longer hair; Reginald, 17 years old and dead; Tomosina, 14 years old and just started her monthlies and the baby cherub of the family, Georgina, 12 years old who currently sits next to you, jaw hanging as if this was the first time she heard your father talk about violence and murder.

“So that settles it.” Father slammed his hands at the side of his table, everyone jumped excluding you.

“What have we settled?” You asked, playing with the pendulum in your fingers.

“Alicent Hightower must die.” Your mother repeated, her mouth slightly gaping at the mere thought. You shrugged, slumping back in your chair whilst your sister turned to whisper.

“You should sit like a proper lady.” You scoff and roll your eyes just as the grand doors open to the office.

Strolling in, head to toe in clinking armour, was Daemon Targaryen; named so because of his long endured loyalty to your father that he had been taken in as one of the family. Something Julius never got to see. As usual, his shit eating smirk presents on his face as he grabs a hessian bag that was swinging from his shoulder and plants it on the end of the table.

“A gift.” He said, smirking still and amusement bouncing around in his tone. You perk up, sitting forward with your elbows propping you up as you watched Daemon rip the bag and reveal a severed head. You gasp, despite yourself.

“Scared, little miss?” Daemon asked, turning his attention to you. His heated stare suddenly made you blush, which you hated, and you sat back, trying to stop the heat that was spreading to your abdomen, almost grinding against the chair to stop it.

“Who is that?” Your mother asked, scared.

“Otto Hightower. I beheaded him. Just as you asked, sir.” He then bowed to your father, who stands, clapping him as if he received an Oscar.

“Bravo, Daemon! Bravo!” He came around the table, clapping him on the back before picking up Otto’s head by his lacking hair. He laughed before poking him in his eyes. Daemon chuckled along with him.

“I must put him with all the trophies.” He hugged it to his chest. “I might have him suck my cock, we all know what a cock sucker he was.” That earned a laugh from the men, the women however just stared as your father began acting out oral.

~

The dummy full of sand is before you, your armour clinking in the moonlighted training grounds; you only came here after everyone went to bed, this was the only time you could practise so your father would allow you to join the soldiering side. You raise your sword high above your head, your elbow not allowing the weight to tumble as you swung your body around in intricate shapes before stabbing him just off centre. You groan, yanking the sword out of the sand, hitting it a few times on the ground before trying again, managing to attack his groin.

“You need to centre yourself, my lady.” A seductive voice came from behind you, and instinctively you knew it was Daemon. As you turned, he made his way in long strides towards you, you hitched your breath as his chest almost collided with your face.

“What are you doing here?” You step back, gulping enough night air so you wouldn’t end up on your knees in front of him.

That wouldn’t be so bad…

“Watching you, little miss.” He smirked.

“Ugh, don’t call me that, I’m 19.” You sheathed your sword, sighing. “And I know I’m shit at it.”

“Never said you were.”

“You were implying.”

“No I wasn’t.” He shrugged.

He cocks his head slightly as his dark eyes roam your face, the sides of his lips curled into a smirk.

“Does daddy know you’re out here?” He mockingly pouts.

“No. He would kill me.”

“I’m a loyalist, it would be against his honour if I didn’t turn you in now.” He takes another step towards you, the heat returning in your abdomen.

“But you won’t.” You said, pressing your stomach slightly to aid the pain from travelling any further. He chuckles, his eyes peering down your armour to your legs before his index finger curled flat underneath your chin, propping you so you look straight at him.

“Do I make you nervous?” He asks, seduction dripping from his voice.

“No.” You shake your head.

“I beg to differ.” His thumb then travelled up your chin to your bottom lip, grazing it softly with the pad of his thumb. “I see the way you look at me.” You hoped he hadn’t because every time you did you had to squeeze your legs shut. His thumb then reached the crease between your bottom lip and top lip before placing it in your mouth. Instantly, you sucked onto it, relishing in the pleasure of getting to taste at least some of him. Your tongue lapped around it, your lips pouting and plump as he licks his own lips.

“Such pretty lips.” He whispers, his other hand roaming to your perfect braid before yanking down on it and hard. You winced at first but enjoying the pain of his hand you moaned softly, muffled by his thumb. “I wonder.” He hummed as his lips met your neck, sending butterfly kisses up to your jawline; his warm breath tickling you. “I wonder what you do to yourself when you think about me in your dark room.” He starts licking your jawline, sending you into a mess, trying to find where his zipper is. “Do you moan my name?” You want to scream yes, yes, yes! But find yourself unable to because you find his zipper, pulling it down with all your might to find his hard cock springing from it. He was wearing no underwear.

Your hand wrapped around his shaft, thick and veiny to the point you couldn’t wrap around it completely. His eyes flicker as you begin to pump him up and down, still sucking hard on his thumb.

“Get on your knees.” He whispers and you waste no time in perching before him, coming face to face with his cock, sprightly and erect, his glistening pink tip looking beautiful in the moonlight as your pretty lips wrapped around the head. He tastes fucking beautiful. You always knew he did, you could tell by the way he dressed himself that he was fucking perfect to taste. Your tongue wets the sensitive area of his tip, which sends him whispering moans into the night air as his hand grips onto the back of your head, forcing you deeper and deeper onto him. Eventually his tip hits the back of your throat, gagging so hard your eyes water but you don’t care.

“Fuck, I love that sound.” He hit against the back of your throat again, arching his back as your head bobbed up and down his shaft. Revelling in the trembling his thighs were giving you, you decide to include his balls as well. You remove yourself from his thick cock and land your round lips onto his balls, simultaneously pumping him up and down.

“That slutty mouth.” He groans, louder than before and you know just by the way his mouth gapes that he is reaching his end. And you want him to paint you.

You focus in on his cock, still cupping his balls with your cold hand as you stroke his shaft and suck on it like a dehydrated woman finding water in the Sahara after forty days. He arches back and shoots his load, it leaks down your throat, dripping with perfection, the saltiness and the sweetness coating you as you swallow.

“Show me you swallowed all of it.” You look up at him with seductive eyes and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. “Dirty whore.” He smirks, pulling up his trousers.

“Are you not going to get me off?” You ask, breathless.

“Go to bed.” He chuckles, pinching your chin before sauntering away leaving you on your knees and begging to be fucked.

Later, when you were alone in the shadows of your room, you placed a pillow in between your legs, the hardest part of it against your clit and your body moved fluidly as you rid the dull ache between your legs. You held onto the bed frame as your hips worked at a delicious speed, allowing the ache to turn into a blossoming sensation as you moaned out for Daemon: thinking about his cock spreading you open. You hope he fucks rough, because you need ragging about.

~

A few mornings later, you’re sitting at the kitchen table with Tomosina and Georgia whilst your mother runs about the kitchen with a whisk in tow. You lean over your breakfast, not touching it but instead reaching for your tea; a morning is not a morning without a herbal remedy. You are nervous, your heart thumping against your chest as you blow the steam rising out of the cup, you watch your mother closely… hoping that she is in a good mood. Because you want to go out for the night.

“Where’s that fucking bowl?” She grunts, kneeling down to rummage through the cupboards.

“What are you making a cake for anyway?” Tomosina asks, her mouth full of toast.

“To celebrate Daemon, he’s made three assassinations just this week. That’s the most we’ve ever had.” You raise your eyebrows.

“That’s the most we’ve ever had?” You repeat, your mother blows her hair out of her eyes as she stands.

“Yes, dear. It is. It doesn’t sound like a lot but a lot of thought goes into these things.” She’s gone to the pantry now, hoping it appears out of thin air.

Ever since you gave Daemon a blow job you haven’t stopped thinking about it, it was the only thing to relive in your mind when you went to sleep. The way his face drooped with pleasure, his thighs twitching under your touch, you longed to be touched the way you touched him and you just knew he would send you to hell and back with his long fingers. You grip your chair as you think about what he could do to you and how you would let him have his way. He could do anything and you’ll happily be his servant. The thoughts ceased when your mother came back, beaming with her mixing bowl.

“Found it!” She smiles, plopping it down on the table.

“Mother…” you begin, picking up your fork and scooping up some eggs.

“Yep?” She smiles brightly this time, like seeing you is her favourite thing in the world.

“My favourite band are coming to play… and i want to go see them.” It came out way too fast. Your mother’s eyes faltered slightly, she slumped into herself.

“Y/N… you know I can’t let you do that.” She sighs.

“Mum, listen. I’ll take a bodyguard with me. They won’t want to find me or kill me anyway, I’m one of the youngest children and I’m also a girl, they won’t want me.”

“I can’t even chance it. You know your father would go mad as well? I can’t allow that, I’m sorry, darling.” And that was the end of that.

~

Despite what mother said in the morning, you are currently getting dressed in the best outfit you can find. Ripped faux leather pants that stick to you like glue and perfectly rounded your ass and a lace bralette that cupped your tits stunningly. You admire yourself in the mirror before being taken over by an image of Daemon, coming in behind you and taking your tits into his hands. You lean against him as he reaches underneath your bra, toying with your nipples as you moan out. You know this is just a daydream, as you’re the one toying with yourself and your hand reaching down to your clit, working yourself to satisfaction as you imagine Daemon playing with you, whispering you disgustingly beautiful words as you work against his palm. You wish you could see his face, how wet you were for him. God. How he would manhandle you.

The only light that filled the dark streets was the moonlight as you flit towards the dark alleyway where the band is playing. You could hear the beat of the bass, how it was shaking the ground and your body ignited with excitement. Breaking the rules has to be completed once in a while and you absolutely love the feeling of disobeying. Whilst waiting in the line behind a group of young girls, you are tapped on the shoulder by a masked man. Instantly, you gasp as the large hand grabs you.

“Excuse me!” You hiss, shaking off his grasp. But he quickly returns.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You notice the raspy sound of Daemon, you instantly turn around and suddenly face to face with him, a mask covering most of his features but you know just by his voice and the way his eyes slightly crease that it is the man you gave a blowjob to.

“Fuck off, Daemon.” You whisper, pushing his shoulders but he doesn’t move.

“You’re coming with me.” He grabs your elbow and basically drags you out of the queue, people start staring at you and some are even laughing, your face heats with humiliation.

“People are staring at me.” You hiss as he drags you up the cobbled street, out of the alleyway.

“I don’t care. You shouldn’t even be here.” He spits as he basically throws you down another dark, desolate alleyway. You stop and come face to face with him, your body suddenly heating up as his strong hand removes the mask from his face. He looks even handsomer under the moonlight, his jaw hard and his eyes piercing as he slowly looks up and down your elegant body.

“Why are you really here, Daemon?” You cross your arms, to seduce. Slowly, his fingers trace your arm, his fingers finding the crux of your elbow and pulling it away harshly.

“Why are you dressed like a whore? Like a common street slut.” He smirks to himself. Your body ignites as he slowly pulls your bra down, collecting at your stomach and the night air instantly pinches at your nipples like they’re ready for Daemon. You are ready your Daemon. Your pants grow wet as you watch the tip of his tongue travel across his top lip, harshly he slaps them before pulling you into his body. You press yourself against his hard chest, even harder than you could imagine, your arms are trapped but you don’t care because his lips smash against yours. The kiss is hard, passionate and almost hateful and his body holds you tightly as he moves you towards the cold stone wall behind you, his hands wrapped around your hair and his other hand finding the source of your heartbeat. His fingers are cold, ice cold, as he circles your bud, it aches against him, pulsing and shaking as you moan into his mouth. It’s so dirty to be like this just yards away from a crowd. You love it, you love the way he bites down on your neck as three fingers squeeze themselves inside of you. He pumps hard, massaging against your g spot as your legs tremble against his icy fingers.

“Moan louder for me. Let them hear why i dragged you away.” You do as he says, his voice laced with venom as you throw the crown of your head against the stone wall, moaning higher towards the Gods. His fingers play you like a violin, your sounds beautiful in the night air and you relish in that aching feeling you’ve known for too long. You worry that after this you have to have him in your bed every night.

“Daemon.” You moan, having to take a breath before speaking.

“Hmm?” He hums low against your ear, his fingers reaching a high you’ve never experienced before, his nose against your jawline.

“What is it?” He whispers, his thumb now tagging against your clit, you whimper as he speeds his tempo.

“Fuck me.” You whisper, not being able to talk normally. He chuckles darkly against your neck as his hand suddenly removes itself from inside of you. You ache for the warmth again. He leans back, tugging down your trousers, getting on his knees.

“What are you doing?” You look at him in bewilderment, but he simply smiles at you like butter wouldn’t melt. He responds by burying his face between your legs, his tongue lapping up your folds, you reach for his hair, holding it tightly as you moan, moaning for him and for his God given tongue. His mouth works at an incoherent speed, you become a mess of nerves as your legs shake, squeezing his head between your thighs as he works you like an instrument.

“Turn around.” He wipes his mouth, grabbing your shoulder and shoving you towards the cold, cold stone that makes your toes curl. He bucks your hips towards him, your breasts flat against the wall as reaches down and inserts two fingers inside of you, making you whine like a cat, he preps himself behind you. Gently almost a complete contrast to the way he was gripping onto your hair, his fingers so gentle on your hip bone as he inserted himself. It is a tighter fit than you expected, his cock slowly travelled through you to the spot that no one has ever reached before, your back arches as your gspot tingles under his tip as it grazes and softly prods at it.

“Just relax for me.” He whispers as he begins to thrust deeply into you, making you whine, trying to find something to hold onto but there’s nothing on the wall that will keep you up. His hands roam your body, delicately like you’re a work of art as he speeds himself up at a magical speed that only wizards can achieve. He pulls in and out harshly, letting the cold air squeeze into you as he snaps his hips back to your gspot, a delicious feeling that has your knees knocking together. Your cheek is pressed against the wall, hard and your head keeps knocking forward every time he buries himself deep inside you, he holds himself there for a moment, swirling his hips so your gspot gets all the pleasure for this moment. You begin to heat up, hotter than you’ve ever felt before and certainly hotter than the cold air that surrounded you as he sped up, his hips snapping into you ass and your legs begin to tremble. A feeling you haven’t felt by another man’s touch for a long, long time. He holds you in place, not letting you move as he aids you to ride out the hard orgasm, you whine and shriek into the night air, blood rushing to your head as you let loose all over him and your inner thighs. He grunts behind you, fucking you harder as he begins to sloppily paint your walls. Leaving you both breathless as he slowly retreats him the heat of your body, he gives you ass one last slap.

“That’ll teach you to never disobey.” He chuckles darkly, landing a kiss on your shoulder blade.

“Quite the contrary, I want to disobey if this is the punishment I get.”

[kckt88]

The Lost Dragon VIII - Relinquish.

Summary:

Vaelys and Aemond come to terms with the preious days events and Aemond makes a decision that infuriates Otto.

Warning(s): Angst, Blood, Smut, Uncle/Neice Incest, Masturbation.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 4148

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Aemond's voice broke the heavy silence as he called for Vaelys' maid, Ceci. The air seemed to thicken with apprehension as Ceci entered the room, her steps faltering as her gaze fell upon the sight before her - the lifeless form of the King sprawled on the bed, and Vaelys, covered in his blood.

Shock etched across Ceci's features, her heart breaking for the princess that she had served faithfully since her employment began. With hesitant steps, she approached Vaelys, her eyes brimming with unspoken sorrow and concern.

"Are you okay, my lady?" Ceci's voice was barely above a whisper, filled with a mixture of fear and compassion as she reached out to her.

Vaelys nodded silently, her hand trembling as it reached out to grasp Ceci's. In that moment of shared grief and disbelief, their bond as confidantes and companions only deepened, a silent promise of support and solidarity amidst the tumult that threatened to engulf them.

Aemond's voice rang out with air of authority as he summoned the other maids and guards to the chambers.

They entered cautiously, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity.

"Prepare a bath for my wife” Aemond instructed, his voice steady despite the weight of grief that hung heavy in the air. "And fetch a change of clothes for her."

The maids nodded in understanding, quickly setting to work to fulfil their Prince’s commands, their movements efficient yet respectful as they tended to their duties.

Turning his attention to the grim task that lay before him, Aemond gestured towards Aegon's lifeless form, his expression solemn. "And see to it that Aegon's body is-taken care of," he added quietly, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words to convey the gravity of the situation.

The guards nodded in acknowledgment, moving with silent efficiency to carry out their lord's orders, their faces drawn with solemn determination as they prepared to fulfil their duties,

Ceci approached Vaelys with gentle hands, her touch a soothing balm against the turmoil that threatened to consume them both. With tender care, she guided Vaelys towards the waiting bath, the warm water already beginning to fill the room with steam.

Vaelys sank into the water with a sigh, the tension in her muscles slowly melting away as she allowed herself to be enveloped by its comforting embrace. Ceci knelt beside her, her movements gentle and unhurried as she began to wash away the remnants of the tragedy that had unfolded before them.

The water turned crimson as the dried blood was washed from Vaelys' skin, a silent reminder of the horrors they had witnessed. Yet, with each stroke of Ceci's hand, the stain began to fade, replaced by the faint scent of soap and the promise of renewal.

As Vaelys closed her eyes, allowing herself to be carried away by the soothing rhythm of the water, she found solace in Ceci's presence.

After Aegon's body was attended to and removed from the chambers, Vaelys emerged from her bath, feeling the weight of the day's events still heavy upon her shoulders. Dressed in fresh garments provided by the maids, she made her way through the quiet halls, her steps hesitant as she sought out Aemond.

Entering the nursery, Vaelys found Aemond standing by the crib where their daughter, Sovia, lay peacefully asleep.

Without a word, Vaelys approached him, her footsteps soft against the floor. She reached out, her arms encircling him from behind, drawing him into an embrace that spoke volumes of the love and solace she sought to offer.

Pressing her face into his back, the scent of him, familiar and comforting, enveloped her, soothing the lingering ache in her heart.

Feeling the gentle touch of Vaelys' arms around him, Aemond's heart stirred, a silent echo of the love that bound them together. Slowly, he turned around to face her, his eyes meeting hers with a tenderness that spoke volumes.

Without a word, he drew her close, enfolding her in his embrace with a gentle strength that belied the turmoil within. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tightly against him as if to shield her from the world outside.

Vaelys nestled into the curve of his embrace, her head resting against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing melody against the chaos of their reality. In that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of his touch, the reassurance of his presence.

"I've sent a raven to Dragonstone. I've informed Rhaenyra, that Aegon is dead, and I've told her that if she wants the Iron Throne, it's hers."

Vaelys' breath caught in her throat at Aemond's revelation, her eyes widening in shock as the weight of his words settled upon her. A knot of worry tightened in her chest as she considered the implications of her mother and father's arrival in King's Landing.

Her mother, Rhaenyra, was a formidable figure in her own right, yet, it was her father, Daemon, whose intentions filled Vaelys with a sense of dread. The memory of his past actions, sending assassins after Aemond, loomed large in her mind, a grim reminder of the danger that awaited them.

"What will it mean when they arrive?" Vaelys whispered, her voice laced with concern. "My father-he won't easily forgive what's happened, and he's never been one to shy away from-drastic measures."

"Then I will accept whatever fate awaits me," he declared, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of resignation. "If I am to die, then I will go to the Stranger willingly, knowing that you and Sovia are safe."

Tears welled up in Vaelys' eyes, blurring her vision as the weight of Aemond's words settled heavily upon her heart. The thought of him facing execution, of their future torn asunder by the cruel hand of fate, was almost too much to bear.

A choked sob escaped her lips, her hands trembling as she reached out to grasp Aemond's tightly. Her tears fell freely now, unchecked and unrestrained, each one a silent testament to the depth of her anguish.

"I can't bear the thought of losing you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "To see you torn from me, to face the world without you by my side-it's more than I can bear."

Aemond watched the tears welling in Vaelys's eyes with a heavy heart, knowing that his words had caused her pain. With a sigh, he reached out to gently wipe away her tears, his touch a tender caress against her cheek.

"Vaelys," he began, his voice tinged with sorrow, "I am a bad man. I've done terrible things, and I deserve punishment."

His admission hung in the air, a weighty acknowledgment of the sins he bore. "I kidnapped you, brought you here against your will," he continued, his voice trembling with remorse. "Yes, we eventually fell in love, but what I did was wrong."

Aemond's gaze faltered as he spoke the next words, the weight of their truth heavy upon him. "I helped usurp the throne from your mother, Rhaenyra. An act of high treason. The only punishment for such a crime is death."

His confession was a bitter pill to swallow, yet Aemond knew that he could not shy away from the consequences of his actions. And as he looked into Vaelys' tear-filled eyes, he knew that no matter what the future held, he would face it with a heavy heart, bearing the burden of his mistakes.

Otto's fury was palpable, his usually composed demeanour shattered by the news of Aemond's actions. "Aemond, you fool!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the halls of the Red Keep. "After everything I've sacrificed, after everything I've done, you dare to throw it all away?"

“I did what needed doing” snarled Aemond.

"No," Otto declared, his voice trembling with indignation. "I won't allow it. I won't allow you to undo everything I've worked for."

But Aemond stood firm, his jaw set in determination as he faced his grandsire's wrath. "I've made my decision, Grandsire," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "The crown belongs to Rhaenyra”.

Otto's rage burned like wildfire, his words dripping with venomous scorn as he turned his fury towards Vaelys. "You, girl," he spat, his voice laced with contempt as he fixed her with a piercing gaze. "You are the cause of this madness. You've turned Aemond against his own blood, against his family."

His accusation hung in the air, heavy with accusation and bitterness. "Congratulations," Otto continued, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I had no idea that such a wisp of a girl could play the game of thrones so well."

Vaelys stood silent, her gaze unwavering despite the onslaught of Otto's anger. She knew that his words were fuelled by frustration and fear, yet she refused to be cowed by his accusations.

"It was not I who turned Aemond," she said calmly, her voice steady in the face of his wrath. "It was his own conscience, his own sense of right and wrong. He chose this path because he believes it to be just."

But Otto would hear none of it, his fury unyielding.

With a heavy heart, Aemond gave the order for the Kings guard to imprison Otto, his resolve unyielding in the face of opposition. As the guards moved to carry out his command, Otto's protests fell on deaf ears, his cries of outrage fading into the cold embrace of captivity.

Vaelys approached Aemond with a heavy heart, her eyes reflecting the weight of the truth she was about to speak. "Aemond," she began softly, her voice tinged with sorrow, "You know my father will likely execute him."

Aemond met her gaze with a solemn nod, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily upon him. "Yes," he replied quietly, his voice heavy with resignation.

Vaelys regarded Aemond with a furrowed brow, her concern evident in her gaze. "How did Alicent take the news of Aegon's death?" she inquired softly.

Aemond's expression softened as he recounted his mother’s reaction. "She merely took a deep breath and nodded," he replied, his voice tinged with sadness. "It was as if she had been expecting the news."

“I-I’m sorry Aemond” muttered Vaelys.

“It’s not your fault-byka zaldrīzes” (Little Dragon).

Vaelys glanced at Aemond with a curious expression, her voice gentle as she asked, "Did you tell her of my mother’s impending arrival?"

Aemond's features softened as he responded, his tone tinged with a hint of sorrow. "She immediately began saying prayers to the mother for mercy,"

Vaelys regarded Aemond with a gentle smile, her eyes soft with warmth as she spoke. "You know, my mother isn't all bad," she said softly, her tone carrying a hint of fondness.

Aemond chuckled lightly at her words, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Maybe I’ll agree with that if she spares my life," he replied, his voice laced with humour despite the weight of their situation.

Vaelys stood in her chambers, the conqueror's crown cradled delicately in her hands. The dark metal a stark contrast to her pale skin.

"Perhaps you should try it on," Aemond suggested, a playful glint in his eyes as he nodded towards the crown.

Vaelys smiled softly at his suggestion but shook her head. "No," she said, her voice filled with quiet determination. "My time to rule will come one day, but for now-I must ask that you kneel before me”.

“What?” asked Aemond his brow furrowed with confusion.

“Kneel before me Aemond Targaryen” said Vaelys firmly.

After a few minutes of hesitation, Aemond slowly knelt before his wife.

Vaelys stepped forward, her movements graceful and deliberate as she placed the crown upon Aemond's head.

“Sīmonagon issa dārys” (Rise, my King).

"I shall wear the crown as King, if only for a day," he declared, his tone resolute. "My reign shall be a peaceful one”.

“I mean technically you did serve as regent so-“ chuckled Vaelys as Aemond lunged forward and began peppering kisses all over her face.

Aemond's gaze softened as he met Vaelys' eyes, a playful glint dancing within his own.

"I want to take you to bed-wearing the crown." muttered Aemond his voice low and husky with desire.

“Then allow me to worship you as the King you are” replied Vaelys.

“Hmm-what are you doing ābrazȳrys?” asked Aemond as Vaelys began undoing the buckles on his leather jerkin (Wife).

“Be patient issa jorrāelagon” replied Vaelys softly (My Love).

Aemond’s entire body was buzzing with anticipation as he observed his wife taking off his clothes, he closed his eye as her fingers slipped under the strap of his eyepatch and unbuckling it from his head.

The sapphire nestled in his eye socket, glinting in the low firelight.

“Now. I want you to sit here” muttered Vaelys as she directed Aemond to sit the wooden chair next to their bed.

“Vaelys what-“ exclaimed Aemond as she placed a finger over his lips.

“-Shhh my love. Do you trust me?” asked Vaelys.

Aemond nodded and slowly sat in the chair, his curiosity piqued at what his sweet wife was planning to do.

Vaelys then reached into the drawers of her vanity and pulled out two white silk scarves.

“Now be a good boy and don’t move” whispered Vaelys as she bound Aemond’s wrists to the wooden arms of the chair.

“Do you mean to torture me?” mused Aemond as Vaelys pressed a quick kiss to his lips and then took a step backwards away from him.

Vaelys simply smiled as she began undoing the ties on her dress.

Aemond watched her fingers moving slow against the silky material of her dress, pulling it from her shoulders and letting it slip from her shoulders, she moved to the fastenings of her shift, letting the sheer white material slid down her body and pool at her feet.

Aemond let out a low groan as he saw that she wasn’t wearing any small clothes.

Vaelys sat on the bed and slowly reclined against the soft opulent pillows.

“What is it you desire husband?” asked Vaeryna as she watched Aemond’s naked form shake slightly in the chair.

“Touch your breasts for me” instructed Aemond, his voice low and hypnotic. Vaelys did as he asked and slowly moved her hands to her breasts, closing her eyes.

“No. Keep your eyes on me” demanded Aemond. Watching him intently she gently cupped her breasts, Aemond stared at her transfixed, wetting his lips with his tongue.

 “Is this pleasing to you, Issa zaldrīzes?” asked Vaelys as she ran her fingers across slowly her erect nipples (My dragon).

“Very, now keep going Issa jorrāelagon” replied Aemond hungrily, his cock hard and weeping (My love).

He was going to ensure she came from his instructions and then after that he would fuck her so hard into the mattress.

Swallowing each and every one of her screams.

“Touch your cunny” said Aemond; his mouth watering as he watched Vaelys’ hand travel down her body.

“Aemond” moaned Vaelys, biting her lip as she slid her fingers along her already wet folds, slowly stroking herself. Aemond watched as his wife’s finger’s began circling her pearl, his wrists straining against the silk fabric that bound him to the chair.

“Put your fingers inside yourself” said Aemond firmly. Vaelys readily obeyed and slowly slid two fingers inside her cunny, curling them slightly as she moved her hand back and forth.

“Oh, fuck” moaned Vaelys quietly.

“Are you getting close” asked Aemond; his eyes firmly fixed onto his wife’s shaking body.

“Yes. Yes-” cried Vaelys as she began moving her hand faster.

“That’s it ābrazȳrys, come for me” replied Aemond, his fingers now digging into the wood of the chair (Wife).

Gods, she looked so beautiful, splayed naked on their bed pleasuring herself for him.

“A-Aemond, I’m-“ exclaimed Vaelys, her back arching off the bed as she peaked.

After a few minutes, Vaelys moved off the bed and ran her hands over the silk that bound her husband to his seat and then moved further up his bare arms, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the shell of his ear.

“Now-husband. I want you to fuck me-wearing that crown” whispered Vaelys.

There was a beat of silence before Aemond ripped himself free of his restraints and wrapped his arms around Vaelys, vaulting them both backwards onto the bed.

In the throne room of the Red Keep, amidst the flickering torchlight, Aemond sat upon the Iron Throne. On his brow rested the Conqueror's Crown.

Close by his side stood his wife, Vaelys. Clad in garments that shimmered like the scales of a dragon, she held their daughter Sovia in her arms.

Aemond's mother, Alicent, stood tall and resolute. At her side was Helaena, beside them, Helaena's children, Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Maelor their little faces a mixture of curiosity and solemnity. Ser Criston, ever vigilant, loomed behind Alicent, his loyalty unwavering.

The council lords, assembled in lines either side of the throne room, awaited the arrival of Vaelys' mother, Rhaenyra.

The stony silence enveloping the throne room was suddenly shattered by a distant rumble, like thunder rolling across the heavens. Heads turned upward, faces contorted with a mix of awe and apprehension, as the unmistakable sound of approaching dragons echoed through the air.

Rhaenyra soared through the skies astride her mighty dragon, Syrax, the wind whipping through her hair and the beat of the dragon's wings echoing in her ears. To her left rode her husband, Daemon, atop the fearsome Caraxes, his features set in a steely determination matching her own. On her right flew her son Jace, mounted upon the young but powerful Vermax, his gaze focused and unwavering. Behind them followed her other son, Luke, riding proudly upon the back of Arrax, his eyes ablaze with the fire of their shared heritage.

Beside her stepdaughters, Baela and Rhaena, perched atop the elegant Moondancer, their silver hair streaming behind them like banners in the wind. Together, they formed a formidable force, a family united by blood and purpose, bound by the legacy of House Targaryen.

As the Red Keep loomed in the distance, its towers and battlements gleaming in the sunlight, Rhaenyra's heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and resolve. She knew what awaited her within those ancient walls, knew the challenges that lay ahead. But she was a Targaryen, born of fire and blood, and she would not falter in the face of adversity.

With a deep breath, Rhaenyra steadied herself, her grip on Syrax's reins firm and unyielding. She could feel the eyes of the city upon her, could sense the whispers of the smallfolk below. But she paid them no mind, her focus solely on the task at hand.

As the Red Keep drew nearer, Rhaenyra's determination only grew stronger. She would not be swayed from her path, would not be deterred by the obstacles that lay in her way. For she was the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and she would claim her birthright no matter the cost.

With a fierce cry, Rhaenyra urged Syrax onward, the dragon's wings beating rhythmically as they descended upon the courtyard of the Red Keep. And as she touched down upon the ancient stones, her heart filled with a sense of purpose unlike any she had ever known.

Amidst the determination that fuelled her flight, Rhaenyra Targaryen couldn't shake the swell of emotions rising within her. Alongside the anticipation of reclaiming her throne, there was a poignant longing, a yearning that tugged at her heartstrings—the ache of a mother separated from her daughter for too long.

Rhaenyra's thoughts drifted to her beloved daughter, the one she had not laid eyes upon for almost two years. Vaelys—her precious daughter, her flesh and blood. The memory of their last embrace, their last shared laughter, echoed in her mind, a bittersweet melody that filled her with both joy and sorrow.

Fear mingled with excitement as Rhaenyra anticipated their reunion. Would Vaelys still hold her mother's love as dearly as before? The uncertainty gnawed at her, a knot of anxiety in the pit of her stomach.

As Daemon stood close to Rhaenyra, a sense of disbelief washed over him. The gates of the Red Keep stood open in welcome. And fluttering proudly from the ramparts was not the green and gold sigil of the usurper, but the familiar red and black of House Targaryen—the colours of his beloved wife, Rhaenyra.

Despite the surprising display, Daemon's instincts remained sharp. He knew better than to let his guard down entirely, especially in the volatile landscape of King's Landing. Casting a wary glance at Rhaenyra, he conveyed his silent caution, a wordless reminder that they couldn't afford to be naive in such uncertain times.

Rhaenyra's own expression mirrored his wariness, her gaze flickering with a mix of confusion and apprehension. Though the sight of her own sigil adorning the Red Keep's walls was a welcome surprise, she understood the precariousness of the situation all too well.

As the echoes of their dragons' wings faded into the distance, a new sound filled the air—a rhythmic march that heralded the approach of Rhaenyra's soldiers. The tension in the courtyard intensified, a palpable undercurrent of anticipation mingling with the uncertainty that hung heavy in the air.

Sensing the gravity of the moment, Daemon turned to Rhaenyra's sons and daughters—Jace, Luke, Baela, and Rhaena—with a solemn expression. Though the sight of Rhaenyra's sigil flying overhead seemed to hint at a possibility for peace, he knew better than to let his guard down entirely.

"Be vigilant," he cautioned them in a low voice, his tone laced with authority. "We cannot afford to underestimate the situation. Stay close and be prepared for anything."

With the approaching sounds of Rhaenyra's soldiers growing louder by the second, they stood ready to face whatever lay ahead.

As the tension in the courtyard of the Red Keep reached its peak, a stirring sight unfolded beyond the gates. A formidable array of soldiers, banners snapping in the wind, began to assemble, their ranks swelling with each passing moment.

From the shores of Claw Isle came the soldiers of House Celtigar, their armor gleaming in the sunlight as they marched in disciplined formation. Close behind them, the men of House Massey joined the fray, their loyalty to Queen Rhaenyra unwavering in the face of uncertainty.

From the streets of Duskendale emerged the soldiers of House Darklyn, their black-and-gold banners unfurled as they rallied behind their queen's cause. Alongside them marched the men of House Bar Emmon, their determination mirrored in the steely glint of their eyes.

From the Vale of Arryn rode reinforcements led by none other than Lord Cregan Stark himself, the Warden of the North. His presence lent an air of gravitas to the gathering forces, his men standing tall and resolute in their commitment to Queen Rhaenyra's cause.

With a determined stride, Rhaenyra, flanked by her steadfast allies and family, made her entrance into the throne room of the Red Keep.

At her side strode Daemon, his presence a silent reassurance, his eyes scanning the room with a mix of vigilance and defiance. Behind them trailed her sons Jace and Luke, her stepdaughters Baela and Rhaena and Cregan Stark, the Lord of Winterfell. Together, they formed a formidable assembly—a united front against the encroaching shadows of uncertainty.

As they entered the throne room, the air crackled with tension. All eyes turned toward the figure seated upon the Iron Throne—Aemond Targaryen.

Rhaenyra's jaw tightened with determination as she locked gazes with her brother.

With a regal bearing, Rhaenyra advanced into the heart of the throne room, her retinue close behind her.

As Rhaenyra's gaze bore into the figure seated upon the Iron Throne, her attention was suddenly diverted by a sight that struck her to the core and brought tears to her eyes.

There, standing amidst the crowd, was Vaelys, her sweet girl. But it wasn't just Vaelys that caught Rhaenyra's eye; it was the bundle in her arms, a babe of nine moons with a messy mop of silver curls—a grandchild she had yet to meet.

Just as Rhaenyra was about to take a step towards her daughter, Aemond levered himself off the Iron Throne and slowly made his way towards Rhaenyra.

Daemon bristled with restrained energy, his hand hovering near the hilt of his sword—a silent reminder of the readiness for whatever might transpire.

Aemond reached towards his head and slowly pulled off the conquerors crown, his long fingers wrapped around the metal as he held it out to Rhaenyra.

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm” declared Aemond loudly.

“SEIZE HIM”

[supernaturalstilinski]

She's Ours

Aemond & Aegon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: cursing,yk the typical Targaryen incest,she/her pronouns, breeding kink, 18+, MDNI

Requested by @themotherofhorses :ok so here’s my idea !!Im obsessed with the idea of aemond & aegon being in love with their niece, and back on Drift mark, aegon and aemond propose a marriage between them and their younger niece (who’s either the trueborn daughter of daemon or laenor bc her pure valyrian is what pulls them in). aemond claims vhagar essentially as a wedding gift while aegon promises to talk to their mother to instead betroth helaena to jace and them two to their niece. however, the entire drama ensues, and the brothers “lose” their niece before anything can be done. cue the time jump, they’re older, aegon is about to wed helaena against his will, when he suggests to aemond that they sneak off to dragonstone and “claim” their niece as their own.

A/n: I loved this idea and sorry it took a while to figure out how I should do it!

~Young Aemonds Pov~

“You’re staring at her.” Aemond jumps at the sound of his brothers voice and turns to look at him. “ she is beautiful,maybe mother would let us marry her.” Aegon says while looking at his brother. “Mother hates any of our sisters children I don’t think she would.” Aemond thought about it, he always had. Him and Aegon have been thinking about this idea for months now but they have to play it safe or else mother will definitely not allow it. “If you want to prove to y/n that you love her then claim a dragon, a perfect wedding gift and I will talk to mother.” Aegon did really think his brother was going to go through with it.

-3 days later-

~Your Pov~

Waking up from the sound of your chamber doors opening, you turn to see your sisters Rhaena and Baela running in with panicked looks on their faces. “What’s wrong?” You rub your eyes trying to wake up. “Someone took Vhagar!” Baela replies. “Shit!” Getting up and putting something over your nightgown to cover you. Opening your door, you run outside with your sisters trailing behind.

Once you’re outside you see Vhagar landing and Aemond getting off. Shocked and confused on how he got her to trust him. ”Uncle what are you doing?” “Claiming my dragon dear neice.” Before you could reply Rhaena beats you too it. “You have no right! She was mine to claim!”

“Then you should’ve claimed her, maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride, it would suit you.” Aemond snakily replied. It’s like everything flashed before your eyes. Seeing the others punch Aemond while he’s on the ground. “stop it! Right now!” Rushing over to Aemond. “Get off him.” Pushing them away. Finally getting them to separate. You thought that was the end of it,but nothing could have predicted what was about to happen as you see the blade reach aemonds face. Screaming he falls to the ground. You rush over trying to help him stop the bleeding but nothing was helping. “What did you do!? Leave and go to mother.” You watch the guards take Aemond to the maesters. Leaving you to follow.

~

A week later Rhaenyra, Daemon and the kids where all packed up and headed to Dragonstone. You on the other hand didn’t want to leave your uncles, you were close with them, and your mother didn’t like it one bit. Making you come along you watch as your uncles begged their mom to let you stay. They were heartbroken, they didn’t get to ask their mother about the hopes in marrying you. You hug them one last time before following your mother.

~ Years later~

You get down from Vermithor to see your mother waiting for you. Running your hand across his scales soothing him. He may be a grumpy old man but he’s a beauty and a stubborn one at that. It took a while to get him to trust you but in the end it was worth it. Having no dragon as a babe was tough, your father Daemon didn’t like the fact his daughter didn’t have one. He even questioned if you where his at one point. Shaking those thoughts away, you walk up to your mother. “You have another letter” Rhaenyra says looking at you, questioning if she should be looking at these letters you get almost every day.

Taking the letter from her hands, you thank her before walking to your chambers. It's a daily thing your uncles do, send you a letter every time they get a chance to.

~ Aemond's Pov~

Watching Aegon beg for something was weird for Aemond, especially begging his mother to wed him to their niece instead of Helaena but she was adamant refusing to change her mind. "You will be wed to your sister in four days." Alicent says as they watched their mother walk off after stating her decision is final.

"We need to go to Dragonstone." Aegon turns towards Aemond thinking of an idea. "And what would we do that for?" Aegon looks at him and replies "to take our niece as ours. Mother will have no say when we take our nieces maidenhood." Aemond raises a brow at his brother for such a thought, but he ponders it thinking how tight her pussy would be around his cock as he fucks his seed deep into her. Groaning at the thought he feels his cock harden and agrees.

As they head over to the Dragon Pit they both can’t help but let their mind wander with disgusting thoughts about their niece making them speed up to the pit feeling the need to claim her.

~ Your Pov~

You say your final good nights to your mother before heading to your chambers. As you walk in you see your maidens already have a bath ready for you. Stripping bare, you settle in,closing your eyes. They start with washing your hair, then onto your body after not hearing the door open. Suddenly you don’t feel their hands anymore. But no longer than a minute later their hands are back on you. The sound of the door shutting, makes you jump and open your eyes to only be met with the two princes. You gasp not expecting their intrusion before realizing they kicked your maidens out and seeing the rags are now in their hands. Sitting up, you hug them both ignoring the fact that you are bare under the bubbles.” How on earth did you guys get in here?,does my mother know? She will kill you guys!” You panic looking around before feeling a hand on your shoulder. “Your mother does not know we are here, now let’s keep it that way dear niece.” Aemond pushes your hair out of your face while leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Marry us” you could have sworn you hard your neck snap with how fast you turned your head to Aegon. Not knowing what to say, you sit there in shock.”you keep your mouth open like that I might just want to shove my cock into it.” Much to Aegons surprise you reply back, “what if I want your cock in my mouth?” “Such a dirty girl, have you been thinking about your uncles? Fucking yourself to our letters hm?” Suddenly you feel a wave of pleasure making you take your eyes off Aegon over to Aemond. Whimpering feeling him rub your already sensitive clit before slipping a finger into you. You grip his arm at the sudden intrusion. Aemond feels you buck your hips against his hand trying to catch your release but right before you break, he pulls his hand away. He hears a small whine before reassuring you that you’ll get to cum but only on their cocks. Getting out of the cold tub, you grip their pants unbuttoning their bottoms one by one but before you could finish Aegon grips your hands and pulls you towards him and slams his lips on yours. You feel Aemond pressed up behind you already naked. Tilting your head back feeling the light kisses he places on your neck before picking you up and laying you on your bed. Aegon gets undressed as Aemond hovers over you. He grips his cock and rubs it up and down your lips before slowly pushing into you. Groaning he leans his head into your neck and pushes all the way in. He looks down at you after lifting his head before asking if you are okay. With a quick nod, you wrap your legs around him in hopes he will start to move, which he takes as a hint and slowly starts moving. “So fucking tight.” He groans quickening his pace. You look over at Aegon seeing him fuck his cock with his hand making you clench around Aemond, pulling a few curses from the one eyed man above you.” You want my brothers cock in your mouth?hm? need to have your uncles cocks to feel fucked out like a whore.” You nod but that wasn’t enough for Aemond “beg for it” “please uncle I need you in my mouth,please I’ll be a good girl.” Whining feeling Aemond quicken his pace at your begging. Aegon walks up to you with his cock in his hand and taps it on your lips making you open your mouth. You feel hands grip your long platinum white hair that matches theirs. Aegon thrusts roughly not giving you a chance to get used to his size in your mouth. “Fuck your mouth feels heavenly” Aegon curses as you moan around his cock. “Yeah you like that huh such a little cock slut, I’m gonna stuff you so full of my seed, gonna make you a muña, you would like that, give us our heirs, keep you full of our seed every year, round with our children.” Whimpering you clench around Aemond. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Aegon thrusts harder before looking down at you asking if your close.Pulling away for a second you mumble a quick yes before reaching up and jerking off the rest of aegon that you can’t fit in your mouth. Freezing you climax clenching down cumming.You feel Aemond gripping your hips, knowing there will be bruising in the morning.

Aemond lays against you coming down from his high before kissing your forehead and lying next to you. Wiping your lips free of Aegons release you suck your finger into your mouth while making eye contact with him. Moving away he settles between your legs pumping his length already hard again. “Did you really think I was finished darling?” He chuckles before thrusting into you for round two.

A/n: Sorry if some things were messed up didn't fully proofread. This was my first House of Dragon smut so bear with me. Also, I didn't want to use High Valyrian really in this story until I'm more comfortable with writing the characters. Hope you guys liked it!

Requests are open!

[mortalfaerie]

a compelling offer (pt. 1)

aemond targaryen x velaryon (strong) oc

summary: during the banquet between their families, aemond both incites a fight and makes a shocking proposal

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Aemond bristled watching Jacaerys lead Heleana out to the floor to dance. Though he had long shelved his hope that he would wed her and not Aegon, he felt a white hot spike of jealousy at the suggestion that someone else should show interest in her, too. He glanced furtively around the table, before landing on his niece - Daenys.

The younger twin of the eldest strong bastard by a few minutes, she shared the same distinctly non-Targaryen coloring of her brothers. Brown curling hair matched brown eyes, lowered towards the table as she intently dissected a bread roll. Her pink lower lip was between her teeth as she did, as though her task was of exceptional delicacy and importance. Aemond made up his mind, and rose from his seat.

"Lady Daenys, neice," he said, schooling the harshness out of his voice. "Will you dance?"

She looked quizzically at him for a moment, her gaze drifting to her mother across the table. Though he didn't look, Rhaenyra's response must have been in the affirmative, since Daenys cautiously rose and took his hand.

"Of course, my prince," she demured.

Daenys was a head shorter than Aemond, but he was taller than even his elder brother, so this was not unusual. She didn't meet his eye as he led her to the floor, and he couldn't parce out if she was imitating a maidenly shyness, or if she was genuinely nervous. When they stood, hands clasped in the first position, she raised her head to meet his gaze, and there was a determination in her gaze. He had to chew on his cheek not to smirk at the sight.

After a few steps, he moved to brush beside her in the dance and said, "Tell me, neice, did your mother employ a dance instructor at Dragonstone?"

Daenys' hand grazed his in the next movement and she replied, "Yes, certainly both Baela and I required tutelage - I was not the only young lady there."

"No, you have brothers abound. It is a shame that you and your youngest brothers don't share more a likeness." He commented, and watched her stiffen and raise her head higher as the comment landed.

"They say the blood of the Valeman is strong, and so it must be if I am the spitting image of my great aunt, Jeyne Arryn." She returned, and Aemond swore mentally - it was a solid response, and not one he could dissect without outright calling her a bastard. Still, his pride got the best of him, and before he could think better he found himself saying, "And are you quite as Strong as a Valeman, Lady Daenys?"

His statement had been louder than intended, and the dancing pairs ceased around them as they gawked.

Color rose in Daenys' cheeks as she picked her chin up and said with surprising venom, "I would pit my will against any man's, your grace."

It took all of three seconds from the moment the words left her mouth, to the point that Jacaerys Velaryon's fist collided with his face.

"Jace!" Daenys shrieked, and grabbed her brother's arm only to be shook off as he advanced on Aemond.

"Listen well, uncle. It is one thing to insult my honor, and that of my brother - it is another thing entirely to insult the honor of my sister." Jacaerys bit out, grabbing a fistful of Aemond's doublet.

Commotion was unfolding in the room around them, as guards closed in and parents yelled, rising from their seats.

"Jacaerys!" Daenys yelled, more angered this time, and Aemond grinned as Jace flinched at her tone.

"It would appear your sister is the more Strong of the three of you, nephew." He said, and saw Lucerys spring forward from his seat to join the fray as Daenys grabbed her twin's arm and dug in her heels to stop him from hitting Aemond again.

With the distance set between them, Aemond stumbled back and collided with the breastplate of Criston Cole's armor. He rubbed his jaw, absently, and looked as his mother flocked to his side. She babbled, worrying over his face, but his gaze drifted back to Daenys - her face red as she shifted her twin to be restrained by Lucerys, she huffed and looked back at him with blazing eyes.

Her mother stood behind her, staring at him with distrustful eyes. Daemon Targaryen, hand on the fabled sword, Dark Sister - had his gaze fixed on Criston.

"-This banquet was meant to heal the rift between our families, Aemond!" he heard his mother chastise, her grip a vice on his arm. As he looked back at Daenys again, an idea popped into his head.

"Sister," he said, looking to Rhaenyra. "The Lady Daenys Velaryon is yet unattached, is she not?"

"That is none of you business, you-" Jacaerys spat, before Baela strategically clamped a hand over his mouth to prevent further insult.

Rhaenyra studied him. "That is correct."

Aemond hummed, then said with conviction, "Wed her to me."

A hush briefly fell over the group, soon overthrown by many voices overlapping each other in mixed confusion, objection, and shock. He saw Rhaena take Daenys' hand and plant a foot ahead of her, as though she would form a barrier between them. For her part, disbelief read plainly on Daenys' face.

Amidst the voices, one was intentionally pitched to be heard over the others. "You must admit, it is a compelling offer," the Lord Hand said, planting himself in front of Aemond. "It would unify two branches of the house in matrimony - and certainly the King would rejoice in such a union."

Rhaenyra was stoic as she replied, "My husband and I will have to discuss such an offer in private, and so we wish to retire with our children for the night, Lord Hand."

With that, she nodded to her children, who begrudgingly filed behind her out of the hall. Aemond allowed his gaze to follow Daenys to the door, where she looked over her shoulder at him - confused, angry, and somewhat imploring - before she disappeared.

"What sort of stunt did you intend to pull with that, Aemond?" his mother chided, incredulous.

"No stunt, mother," he said, gaze lingering on the door. "I made up my mind - I will have Daenys Velaryon to wife."

[helaenaxyf]

Mischief in the bedroom chambers

(One shot)

🚨(SMUT - grinding matsurbating?- aegon x neice reader - incest)

Summary : aegon wasn't there and his neice-wife figured out to pleasure herself in their chambers.

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Aegon, as usual, was in his council meetings planning armies and fixing his kingdom affairs against Rhaenyra. Aka, you're mother.

He was always busy. Busy. And busy. You always waited for him at the bed. He was never there. He was always either at his private study. Or with his mother. Or planning gods know what.

It was the early morning,you're son and duaghter were with their nanny probably eating their supper.

But you were at you're chambers you couldn't think of the day you were this needy.

You bit you're nails as you're eyes paced around the room as you saw you're uncle-husbands shoe.

How bad could that be? To do?

You did it.

You un laced the laces of you're gown as you sat on you're husbands couch you took his shoe to you're wetness as you positioned it and started grinding against it

You let out soft moans as you humped his shoe like it was his member. You imagined it was him behind you pushing inside you. "Gods," you whimpered softly, spreading your legs wider to rub against the shoe harder. You bit your lip to keep your moans low.

"Fuck...feels so good.." you moaned as you grinded harder

Your wetness coated the shoe. Your whimpers grew louder, your movements faster. You spread your legs wider, lifting one up slightly to rub against the shoe harder. Your breasts bounced softly with each movement. Your hair was disheveled from throwing your head back in pleasure. "Mhmm..."

Just as you were about to reach your climax, the door to your chambers suddenly bursts open. Aegon stands there, his eyes wide with shock as he takes in the sight of you grinding against his shoe. He stares at you for a moment before his tired gaze focuses on the shoe.

You paused in shock as you quickly threw the shoe away and covered you're body with blankets "what are you doing here? It's still early from ur meeting."

He picked up the shoe slowly, inspecting it. He saw the white sticky substance coating the sole. He sniffed it slightly. His eyes darkened. "Where's the other one?" He asked softly, dangerously. He was smart, he could connect dots easily. He wasn't drunk enough not to.

You bit the inside of you're cheeks in embarrassment "it's there." You pointed at the other shoe that was un touched

He walked over to the shoe you used, picking it up and inspecting it. He compared the two, noticing that one was clean while the other was covered in the sticky substance. He brought the sticky shoe up to his nose, inhaling deeply. The smell of his wife's arousal filled his senses.

"Aegon that's disgusting.." you gulped

He looked at you through hooded eyes, a mix of confusion, desire, and slight anger across his face. "Were you..." he paused, his voice thick with alcohol and something else. "Fucking my shoe, my queen?"

"....i-i was needy and you're never there to satisfy me." You said confiidently

His anger seemed to fade, replaced by a dark smirk. He sat on the bed, the shoe still in his hand. "So you were humping my shoe because I wasn't there to hump you?" He chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light.

"Yes husband i was." You said proudly you're chin raised up

He KICKED the shoe aside and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you onto his lap. His hands gripped your hips tightly. "Fuck, you're a little slut, aren't you?" He growled, nuzzling his face into your neck and inhaling your scent.

As said you sat into youre husbands lap you felt the heat of his body with yours creating a hot atmosphere you felt his hard manhood poking you from beneath

You held a gasp His manhood twitches as you straddle him. He realizes something. "Did you..." He pauses, choosing his words carefully. "Did you come using my shoe, love?" His voice drops lower. He can feel you get wetter on his lap. He smirks, knowing the answer.

"I did,husband." You admitted with no shame.

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest. "Such a naughty queen I have. Getting yourself off on my shoe like some common whore." Despite his words, his hands grip your hips possessively, pulling you closer against his hardening cock.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Tell me, did you imagine it was my cock grinding against your pretty cunt instead of a shoe?" His words are dirty, filthy, matching the mood.

"Yes husband I imagined it with you're cock."

He groans, pressing you harder against his erection. "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy that is, that you wanted my cock so badly you'd hump my shoe?" His voice is rough, thick with desire. His hands move to your breast over your thin gown

"please...i need it.." you said biting ur lip staring at him

He growls low in his throat, then roughly grabs the neckline of your gown and pulls it down, exposing your breasts. "You're practically dripping down my fucking leg at this point. Where do you want my cock, hmm? Your tight little pussy?"

"Yes...husband.. " you spreaded youre legs wider

He doesn't bother removing his blpuse or even his breeches. He simply lifts his hips and aligns his cock with your dripping entrance. With a grunt, he thrusts up into you, burying his length inside your needy cunt. "Fuck, you're so tight and wet."

You moaned as you spoke "I needed you so bad..."

"Now you have me." He says as he slams into youre pussy

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you down onto him as he thrusts up into you over and over. His golden necklace clanks loudly with each movement, the cold nevklace contrasting with the warmth between your thighs. "You like this better than my shoe, my queen?"

"Fuck...yes.." you moaned as you cried out "harder..!"

He slams into you harder, making the couch frame creak dangerously. "Yes? You prefer your king's cock over leather, don't you?" His right hand moves to your throat, not squeezing but claiming possessively. "Tell me, was my shoe even half as satisfying as this?"

"No husband! You're so much better!" You moaned as he thrusted

His hand tightens slightly around your throat as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. "Good, because I'm never letting you use my shoes again. From now on, it's my cock that's going to satisfy your needy little cunt."

You moaned at his words "you're so good to me..husband.."

He snarls possessively, his eyes locked onto yours as he continues to thrust into you. "You only get my seed now, do you understand? No more shoes, no more pillows, no more humping furniture." His hand on your throat tightens slightly. "Say it."

You're eyes rolled back from the excessive pounding as you said "I won't humping anything...other than ur dragon cock.."

He throws his head back with a deep laugh. "Damn right. Only my 'dragon cock', as you put it, is allowed inside this pretty little pussy." His thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles. "Spread wider. Let me go deeper."

You did as you were told like a good little wife as he went deeper making you see the stars? No the whole of westeros and the sky

He watches your eyes roll back with intense satisfaction, feeling your pussy clench around him. "Fuck, yes. Milk my cock like that," he growls, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a mark. "Your pussy was made for my cock. No shoe could ever compare."

With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his hot seed spurting into your womb as he holds you down on his length. "Fuck, take it all," he pants, his face buried in your neck as he fills you with his essence.

"From now on. When you want me. Just tell me." He said

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[myladysapphire]

My Lady Strong (I)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 1,645

CW: childbirth, Aegon being Aegon, Bullying, child abuse, fear of the dark, refrences to torture, loving parents, oc is described to have brown hair, streaked with silver and purple eyes

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen (can be read as x reader)

Masterlist | series masterlist | next part

disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire charecters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all charecters are his  except for my OC          

When Rhaenyra fell pregnant for a second time, she knew it would be different.

For the birth of Jacaerys, her pregnancy was followed with mass celebrations, house Veleryon showering her with gifts, proud that a child with Velaryon blood would sit on the iron throne. But after his birth, the celebrations ceased. Whispers swept through the court, questioning his birth. But after a few months, many came to the agreement it was his grandmother Rhaenys Baratheon’s blood shining through, she once looked more Baratheon than Targeryen and the child was merely taking after her.

But then she fell pregnant again, and though she was once more greeted with celebrations, the court held its breath.

One child born with the Baratheon looks was one thing, genetics was a mystery and it was pure chance he had brown hair and eyes.

But if this child too had the ‘Baratheon looks’ then it would all but confirm the rumours queen Alicent spun.

But that was not why Rhaenyra felt this pregnancy to be different, unlike her first pregnancy, she had different symptoms, morning skinniness, new cravings, and where before she had always had clear skin she was getting pimples and spots. She hoped for a girl, having always wanted a little sister, and now she would have a daughter. She had only ever imagined having girls, and though she was not disappointed at having a boy when the masters spoke of their predictions of it being a girl, she got a little jump in her step.

So, when she went into labour, whilst the court held its breath waiting for the legitimacy of her children to be confirmed, she held her excitement over having a daughter.

The day of her labour was not cheerful, the skies were grey and cloudy and when her contractions began rain fell from the sky, a storm from Stormsend having reached KingsLanding.

With the wind rattling against the windows, and thunder striking down from the sky, the family waiting outside, Viserys pacing the halls. Alicent biting her nails. This labour was tough, though Jacaerys birth had been easy, this had taken double the time his had, her screams, louder than even the storm raging outside. And when it all stopped the family feared the worse.

The young prince Aemond, only eighteen moons old had awoken, screaming insisting he is with his mother. Only to arrive just in time to hear his niece's screams and his eldest sister's laughter.

He rushed into her room, not even allowing time for his father to check on his daughter, before jumping up (as well as a toddler could) and sitting next to his sister insisting on holding his niece. Tired from the labour Rhaenyra agreed.

When her father and Alicent finally entered, they were quick to approach. Alicent caught a glimpse of black hair streaked with silver.

“A girl?” Viserys questioned, smiling down at the babe in Aemonds arms.

Nodding, Rhaenyra smiled “Aemma” she declared, causing a delighted laugh to leave Viserys mouth.

“She looks just like her, the Arryn genes are strong with her it seems, she even has your mother’s eyes.” And she did, Arryn blue eyes, not violet, as she had dreamed, but perfect.

She had attempted to take Aemma back from  Aemond, but he had not let go, simply smiling and babbling to his niece, his Aemma.

As the years went by Aemond continued to stay with Aemma, scarcely letting her stray from his sight, his hand always holding hers. Where one was, the other was always near. Being the only two without a dragon, his never hatching, and her own destroyed along following the storm on the day of her birth, they had the same lessons, with no dragon lessons, they were very rarely apart.

Aemma had grown into a sweet, beautiful, and intelligent girl. Her looks compared to that of her great-grandmother, Daella, alongside her sweet nature. She had an innocence around her, being the middle child and only girl of her mother, her mother wished to preserve the child-like wonder for her daughter, wishing to grant her daughter the childhood of being the heir and the only child of a king stolen from her. Aemond was all too pleased to keep her like this, wanting to preserve her wonder, her need for him. Though book smart, the sheltered life she lived kept her from the real world. She was even protected from rumours, though they still were whispered, all desired to keep her from them.

She was a kind girl and underserving of the cruelty of court, but even that did not protect her from her family. Alicent had always been fond of her, always allowing her near her children, being kind, braiding her hair and even commissioning gifts for her. She was close to Heleana, the pair, whenever Aemond left her alone, often found each other’s company. Aemma was one the few people to share her interest in insects, even going out of her way to collect any that she thought Heleana might enjoy. But Aegon and her brothers were another story. Aegon was a jealous person, envying his niece for the kindness his mother never found him, so he took it out on her.

When Jacaerys let slip Aemma’s fear of the dark, an idea struck him.

The black cells.

Aemma rarely slept alone, with Aemond often sneaking in and sleeping with her, hating the moments apart even when they sleep. When he was sick, they often slept apart, his fear of catching his illness, however little or contagious it was. And her chambers always had candles lit for when she did sleep, a reassurance that whatever lurked in the dark was stopped by the glow of a candle.

Aegon waited for Aemond to fall ill, for a time he knew she would be alone. And snuck into her chambers, her brothers by his side.

It was the dead of night, the boys aged 9 and 6 tired but willing to please their uncle, snuck into her rooms and carried her through the keep down to the third level of black cells.

Being a deep sleeper, she didn’t wake once, not even flinch when Aegon picked her up and then dumped her in the cells.

They had run off giggling, thinking it a brilliant prank, and a way to cure her of her fear, as Aegon put it.

They had thought it would be overcome morning, that she would wake in the dark before finding the door and leaving.

None of them expected her to be locked in there for a week, they did not know the doors were locked and only opened from the outside.

The keep was in disarray searching for her, neither boy spoke up, fear of their punishment keeping them.

Aemond was driving everyone mad, ordering and screaming for her to be found. He was normally a shy quiet boy, unsure of himself. But with his Aemma missing all that was left of him was a madman.

The rest of the keep was in disarray. All guards were on the lookout for the princess, searching high and low. She had completely disappeared, without a trace.

The boys were growing nervous, they couldn’t admit to what had been done and they feared the black cells too much to return and retrieve her.

Aemma had woken in complete darkness, she could even see her hand it was so dark.

She could hear screaming as if they were her own, but she didn’t notice, she didn’t even notice as she crawled forward in her small cell and pounded on the door, begging to be let out. Or as she threw her guts up after hours of screaming and pounding.

She did notice when it all went quiet. When even her screams stopped when the screams of the criminals being tortured turned quiet.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, there was no way to tell day from night.

She slept when she collapsed, her tears lulling her into a tormented sleep, her stomach empty and churning.

She had no food nor water, the dungeon master had no clue she was down here, and no one did.

 Not until a week had passed and Aemond dreamt of the black cells. She had refused to rest till she was found, but collapsing from exhaustion lead to his dream, leading his startling awake, and his racing to the cells. Ser Criston Cole was quick to follow him, though he did not care for the girl he still had a duty as a kingsguard. She was found after three hours of searching, three hours of Aemond shouting and ordering guards to search every cell on every level.

Ser Harwin Strong found her, he and her mother had, like Aemond, not stopped, fearing the worse, had not rested. When he found her she was sitting in the corner, head between her legs, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down her face. She was thin, with chapped lips, her face red and puffed with her never-ending tears.

She screamed when the light poured in, shuffling back into her corner.

“Aemma” Harwin breathed, before alerting the rest of the guard, Aemond came running over, taking her into his arms.

“Aemma” he cooed, taking her hand, she had flinched back from Harwin when he took her hand, but with Aemond she took it, and jumped in his arms, tears falling from her eyes once more. “it’s ok…it’s ok… your safe now” he spoke softly, stroking her hair.

Maesters were quick to attend to her, she was weak and dehydrated. And her mind was still in a panic. She refused to let go of Aemond, using him as a shield when her brothers and Aegon paid her a visit.

She never said who had done it, but her distance and new timid nature around her brothers and uncle was proof enough for Aemond.

But he couldn’t do anything, he was a victim of their bullying. Though they never did something similar or remotely as cruel again, Aemonds crazed state was enough for them to leave Aemma and him alone, at least until the pink dread.

a/n more of an intro chapter, half edited

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[duckyhowls]

Game of Thrones Masterlist

A collection of one-shots dedicated to George R.R. Martin’s world of ‘A Game of Thrones’. The tales of legend have entertained the world for years. This collection contains the romance retold from the Eddas, the secret tales of ‘A Game of Thrones’ and its ancient world. Following the deeds of powerful men and women such as Aegon the Conqueror, The Kingslayer, and even the Green Queen, and filled with a host of fantastic creatures - dragons, basilisks, etc. - and objects containing myth - Dark Sister, Widows Wail, etc. - that will conjure up a world of heroism and romance that will enthrall you. 

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

Obsession - maegor the cruel x stark!OC (COMING SOON)

Just His Servant - maegor the cruel x servant!OC (COMING SOON)

The Rogue - aegon the conqueror x dragon rider!OC (COMING SOON)

Traveller - aegon the conqueror x nomad!OC (COMING SOON)

Warlord - visenya t. x dragon rider! queen!OC (COMING SOON)

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

Boneless - daemon t. x crippled!niece!OC (COMING SOON)

Childhood - daemon t. x servant!OC (COMING SOON)

I’m A Poet - aegon ii t. x niece!strong!OC (COMING SOON)

The Flower - aegon ii t. x OC ModernAU (COMING SOON)

Pretty Questions - aemond t. x lannister!OC (COMING SOON)

Like A Cat - aemond t. x stark!OC (COMING SOON)

Secret - aemond t. x neice!OC x aegon ii t. (COMING SOON)

Bones - alicent h. x ghost!fem!celtigar!OC (COMING SOON)

Prince - alicent h. x prince!targaryen!OC (COMING SOON)

Diamonds - rhaenyra t. x lannister!fem!OC (COMING SOON)

𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

Queen - daenerys t. x baratheon (lannister)!OC

The young queen, Mercia Baratheon, is the last living heir to King Robert after all three of her siblings die horrible deaths. As the Seven Kingdoms are on the brink of collapse, Mercia does all she can to hold it all together - though struggles arrive when the Long Night draws near, and The Dragon Queen comes for her throne. But perhaps there is a compromise they can arrange?

A Caged Bird - viserys t. x slave!OC (COMING SOON)

Unsteady - jaime l. x targaryen!OC (COMING SOON)

Sorcery - cersei l. x witch!OC (COMING SOON)

[the-fiction-witch]

What Happened At Driftmark

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - (Teen) Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - (Teen) Y/n Targaryen (Rhaenyra's daughter) Rating - Smut Word Count - 3444

Warning - Teen Smut / Neice x Uncle

The winner of the Coming Soon poll!

Aegon looked bored at the sobbing crowd in Driftmark, a relative had died, he really didn't care, he was only there for the Alcohol, Aegon glanced around the crowd, trying to put names to faces given how long it had been since he had seen most of the family, he could pick out some names and faces but stopped short at one in particular,

Y/n, technically his niece even if they were only perhaps two or three years apart in age, his half-sister’s eldest child and daughter. Aegon had known her and been fairly close to her when they were children Y/n, was a short girl in a black dress with red accents, she had long dark curls as all those children did,

She meets eyes with Aegon and gives him a faint smile,

Aegon almost choked on his mouth full of wine when he noticed Y/n, Aegon was speechless, shocked to say the least and was paralyzed by her eyes, The prince finally snapped out of his amazement when he saw Y/n give him a shy smile, quickly drank all the remaining contents of the wine and returned her smile with a cheeky "flirty" smile.

she giggled a little hiding her giggle behind her hand,

Aegon laughed he found it adorable, so cute, his eyes continued to look at her, as if he were a hungry wolf staring at his prey. But his smile faded when he noticed his mother giving a cold and serious look him her own mother giving her a glare too.

Aegon's playful smile disappeared, he knew what that look meant "Don't." Aegon decided to ignore his mother, he waited until her mother left her alone for a moment so he quickly went over, "Hello Y/n... Long time no see, you have grown much more beautiful."

Said Aegon with a friendly smile, trying to impress her, he didn't want to look like a jerk right now.

she smiled and curtsied "Good afternoon Prince Aegon," she smiled "it has been a time indeed, you have only grown more wise and handsome During this time my prince"

“Don't say that, you will inflate my ego.” Aegon said with a friendly laugh, his eyes looking at her from top to bottom once again, Aegon just found her so adorable. The prince wanted her, he wanted her now, now if he was honest, but he was holding back for now, he doesn't want to look rude. “Can I walk with you a bit? I want to talk with you, it's been a while since I see your cute face.”

"yes my prince" she nodded

Aegon smiled when he heard Y/n's answer, Aegon extended his arm towards her, a friendly and playful smile on his lips, he honestly wanted Y/n, even if it was just for one night... He would be happy with that,

she nodded and took his arm in one hand and the other on the skirt of her black dress holding it a little so she could walk without treading on it

As the two of them walked, Aegon's eyes continued to look at Y/n, Aegon just couldn't get over how much he had missed his "pretty niece" he wanted her so much.

“May I ask you a question? Why don't you and I talk to each other more often? You're my niece, the daughter of my half-sister, it's a shame we don't talk often.”

"it is a shame my prince we used to talk every day in the red keep but since Mother took us away to Dragonstone I so rarely get a chance to see you, I wish I could send ravens to you but Mother doesn't like our sides of the family to chat"

Aegon's friendly smile slowly turned into a slightly angry face, he just couldn't help but be furious, the damn girl's mother was ruining his fun with her daughter. “Why? Why on earth does your mother not like us talking to her? It is not our fault that she loves the Velaryons more than her own blood!”

Said Aegon with his voice slightly raised, his fists clenched, He just wanted to talk to Y/n and that woman just couldn’t let him.

"I suppose the greens and blacks are two sides building walls"

“The feud is stupid,” Aegon said as he slowly started to calm down, Aegon sighed as he looked at Y/n with sadness and a little annoyance. “I just wanted to catch up with my niece…. It's a shame my half-sister doesn't let me…”

"It is a shame... If I may be so bold my prince, I do miss you"

Aegon smiled lightly as he heard this, he gently placed his other hand on top of Y/n's, and Aegon's face started to turn into a cheeky and slightly naughty smile, he just couldn't help it. “I miss you too…. More than you could imagine, I think about you every day, even more now that I see you again.”

"as so I, my prince"

“Then, could you do me a favour?” Asked Aegon with his friendly and slightly seductive little smile on his face, Aegon just wanted to spend time with his niece and to have some fun with her, what could go wrong?

"what is it, my prince?" She asked sweetly

The more she was nice, the more Aegon's smile grew, his hand that was intertwined with hers gave Y/n's a little squeeze. “Can you come with me to my room?… I just want to talk a little, catch up on how you’ve been doing and so on.”

she nodded and allowed him to lead her to the chamber he was staying in for the stay at Driftmark

When they both were inside, locked and alone, Aegon wasted no time in pinning Y/n against the wall, his body pushed against hers, his hands firmly against the wall on both sides of Y/n.

“Finally… Alone with you... It’s just you and me…” He said with a cheeky smile and in a seductive voice as he stared into her eyes.

she yelped in shock as him suddenly pinned her to the wall of the chamber her chest rising and falling fast "Aegon-" she gasped in surprise

The prince chuckled and gently grabbed Y/n's chin with one of his hands and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Shhhhh…. This is my moment to finally get what I want…” Aegon said while caressing her cheek, his hand gently going down from her face down to her neck, and then to the top of her dress.

she turned bright red at his kiss to her lips, her body trembling in her gown "are uhh are you sure my prince?" She stuttered

“My pretty niece… I've never been so sure of anything before...” He whispered in a seductive and lustful voice as his hand slightly pulled her dress down, his face getting closer and closer to her neck, he gave her a long, very slow and gentle kiss. “I want you and you know it...” Aegon added in a whisper against her skin, his body pressed against hers so she could feel his hardened erection against her.

she gasped at the touch of his hands and his lips, her eyes go wide when she feels his erection against her through their clothes "Aegon... My prince...we... We are not the children we once were, as we could lie our way out of our time together,"

Aegon let his hand go to her behind now, giving it a little grab in a teasing manner, he was getting lost in the moment, he was so horny he couldn't think straight. “It's only you and me here, no one else…. we are safe, no one will know...” Aegon whispered as he began kissing her neck, his hands grabbed her even more, his grip on her becoming possessive.

"but we can't... If someone found out ... Our family they'd be furious"

Aegon gave a frustrated groan as he heard that, he knew she was right, but also so wrong at the same time. His body continued to lean onto hers, his erection still hard on her abdomen, he couldn't just stop now. “There's no one here… Come on niece… you want it too…. I want you and you know it…”

she blushed bright red but she couldn't speak instead she turned her head to the side allowing him more space to kiss her neck

Aegon smiled victoriously when he felt her turn her head, he knew she wanted, but just needed a little push and there it was, she was giving him more access to her neck already. “That’s it… give in…” Aegon whispered as he began to gently bite her neck, his hand on her butt gave it another grab, and his breathing became slightly more heavy and faster.

Y/n squealed a little as Aegons hand grabbed her behind forcing her as close to him as possible, she could feel the cold gold elements of his clothes as well as his hard erection though his green trousers "Please... please... Be gentle" she whispered and begged for the sake of her Maidenhead

Aegon chuckled against her neck as he heard her begging, he just couldn't help but give a cocky smile, he liked her begging too much. “Don’t worry my sweet pretty niece… I’ll be gentle…”

He replied in a lustful voice, his hands going under her dress and grabbing her bare skin, his own breath became even more heavy and needy as he felt her skin in his hands.

she nodded and her body trembled in excitement as his hands pull up her black and red gown her skin below pale and warm

Aegon let out an almost beast-like growl as he saw her skin being exposed to him, he was so needy right now, he needed her now and now, “You’re so perfect…” He muttered between heavy breaths and kisses, his hands were all over her skin, roaming and touching everywhere he could reach.

she giggled as his kisses tickled her but she pushed his hands away and blushed hard as she plaid with the laces of his doublet asking sweetly for permission

Aegon raised an eyebrow when she pushed his hands away, confused for a moment, but his expression quickly turned into a smile. “Go on… you have my permission…” He whispered while pulling her even closer, his hard erection pressing tightly against her stomach now, he just couldn’t keep is excitement and eagerness inside him anymore.

"your sure Aegon?" Y/n asked her wide eyes looking up at him

“Don't ask me twice…” He mumbled his response as he gave her a very quick and demanding kiss on her lips, Aegon just wanted her now, his kisses went back to her neck as he waited for her to open his doublet and undress him.

she giggled nervously but she unlaced his doublet and pushed it off his shoulders leaving him in his shirt, her hands nervously pull his shirt up and over his head revealing his bare chest which she Giggled at and stroked over his warm skin

Once she removed his shirt, his hard chest was revealed and she gave a cute little giggle when she touched and caressed it, Aegon took the chance and began to kiss her neck and shoulder now. “You’re so cute… let’s see if you’re just as cute everywhere else…. Lift your dress so I can see what you have been hiding from me…”

she blushed hard her face and even her chest turning a little red, she nodded and gently moved him to sit on the bed inside the driftmark chamber, she stood Infront of him nervously her eyes met his and then moved down watching his erection still pressing though his trousers, she slowly unlaced her dress tugging it off her shoulders, then Unlacing her corset and pushing that away leaving her in her white underdress

Aegon watched with excitement and lust as she removed the dress and corset, and when she was left in her white underdress, he let a hungry grunt escape from his lips. “Come here…” He said as his hand gave a little pull to her arm, the prince made her sit on his lap, his hard erection pressed against her now even more than before,

she let out a small squeal when he pulls her Into his lap her arms wrap around his neck and her body is against him completely with only a thin layer of cotton to conceal her

He groaned when he felt her body against his, it just felt so good to have her right here, but he wanted more, he wanted her. “You feel so good….” His hands were all over her again, her skin, her body, her legs, he just couldn’t stop feeling her every part of her. “Are you ready for me…” He whispered against her skin while his mouth still kissed and bite her neck.

"yes my prince" she nodded excitedly

He smiled victoriously as he heard her yes, he was so eager that he didn’t even think this through, he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing, he just knew he wanted her so badly and that’s what matters for him. “Good…” He whispered as he began to kiss her again, his mouth hungrily claimed her lips in an eager kiss, his hands now grabbing the bottom of her dress and pulling it up to reveal her legs.

he pulled her underdress all the way to the small of her back revealing her legs, thighs, ass and cunt to his eyes, he let out another grunt, He let his hands run up her thighs all the way to her behind, touching her sensitive skin and giving her another grab, it just felt so good to have her like this, right up against him, but he needed more.

she blushed hard and giggled at the sight of her being so close to him their bodies touching with now just his trousers between them even as his erection threatened to break the fabric and escape just to finally have her

“I want you so bad….” He mumbled between heavy breaths, His hands moved to the back of her thighs, gently lifting her up and closer so that only a thin layer of fabric separated them, his whole body was hot, but he could not wait anymore. “Please…” He begged in a pleading voice that sounded so desperate it was even surprising to him.

"please what my prince?" She giggled

She was so adorable, but she was just teasing him too much, his breathing was so heavy, and his whole body was so hot, he just couldn’t control himself, he growled again, his desperate need for her was stronger than anything by this point. “Stop teasing… I need you…” He practically whispered in between heavy breaths, his voice was so pleading, he would beg for her if need be.

she nodded and happily watched as he unlaced his trousers

His breathing was still heavy, and so was his eager heart, his eyes focused on her, and his body on autopilot, the only thing keeping him from just going on with it was the fact that she was a maiden, but once she gave him permission, he was going to take her maidenhead right there and He was quick to pull his erection free from his trousers her eye widened and her cheeks reddened at the sight of him in his hand she did her best to hide her giggles, He felt her gaze on his erection, and then her giggle, he just couldn’t help but tease a little, he was in such a playful mood.

“You like what you see?”

"I've never seen one before" she admitted "Could... Could I touch? Or will it get scared?"

He chuckled at her words, this girl was simply too adorable, there was no way he couldn’t just love her. He gently nodded at her question. "Go ahead… you can touch…”

she giggled and moved her hand to gentle stroke and touch causing his erection to jump in reaction which spooked her making her take her hand away "did I hurt you?"

He gasped slightly at her touch, her gentle and soft and touch felt good, and he chuckled at her question. “No, you didn’t hurt me… quite the contrary… I got a little excited…”

"oh ... So I can again?"

Aegon nodded with a little chuckle as he tried to regain his breath. “You can do it again…”

she smiled and moved her hand back to stroke and play giggling as she did almost like he was her toy

He let out another groan as feeling of her touch came back, even better than before, her giggle making this whole thing more fun and enjoyable. “You’re so cute…” He groaned as he took her hand. “Here… I’ll show you how to do it…” he took her hand in his and guided her showing her what he usually does which didn't take her long to understand so he could leave her to work on him happily, He let his hand slowly pull away, leaving her on her own to do whatever she liked and enjoyed to do, he was enjoying his time with her so much it was insane.

“You’re doing such a good job…”

"I am? Does he like me?"

He chuckled at her question, she kept giving him such cute and innocent responses. “He absolutely loves you…”

"does he? I am doing a good job for him? Making him happy?"

“He’s absolutely in love with you and you’re making him very happy, you’re doing such a good job…” He assured her, his hand going gently to caress her face.

she giggled and happily continued until he started to get close he began to tremble and she got worried "I'm not hurting him am I?"

“No! don’t worry, you’re doing great…” He said, breathing hard as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching, but he tried his best to hold on. “Don’t stop…” He whispered, so close now, he just needed a little bit more and he will be there. His heart was running fast and his breathing was heavy, his hands grasping the sheets.

she nodded giving his lips a small kiss as she keeps going her other hand tugs her underdress a little so the top moved down to her waist revealing her breasts to him which she kisses his forehead and tugs his head to allow him to do as he desired

His eyes widened slightly when she revealed her breasts to him, another groan escaped from his lips, but he quickly gave her a teasing little bite on the neck as he claimed her lips in a hungry kiss. “You still like teasing me, don’t you?” He muttered as his mouth moved to her breasts, the hand on her hair grabbed her locks to pull her head back and expose more of her sensitive skin to him as he kissed and bit her almost aggressively,

she giggled and nodded making her hand faster

“You know that’s dangerous…” He whispered in a breath, almost at his limit. “You’re gonna make me-” He mumbled, feeling himself reaching his orgasm, he tried to hold on even longer just because he didn’t want this to end just yet. “Please…”

she only giggled and peppered him with kisses clearly enjoying how much power she had over him as she kept going getting faster and faster

“Gods…. You’re gonna make me…” He mumbled once more, this time with an even more desperate, whimpering tone to his voice, her kisses on his face and neck only increasing the burning pleasure on his body. He could feel it coming he just couldn’t hold it any longer. “Y/n… I’m gonna…” He mumbled before his body tensed up, his lips letting out a soft groan as he orgasmed, his seed dripping out all over her hand, his body relaxing a moment later, he gasped for a deep breath, the orgasm had drained his energy, He gently took her hand to his lips to give a kiss, and just kept it there, his eyes closing as he tried to control his heartbeat. “That was... Amazing…” He whispered, his thumb gently caressing the top of her hand.

she giggled "I'm happy I did okay Aegon... Did you want me to keep going?" She asked trying to move her hand back

Aegon let out another chuckle as he opened his eyes again, he quickly caught her hand before she could move it. “No, let me catch my breath…” He mumbled with a little smile, he then raised her hand to his lips again, giving the top of it another kiss. “Besides, now it’s your turn…”

"my turn?" She asked Innocently

Aegon couldn’t help but to let out a soft chuckle at her innocence. “Mm-hmm…” He mumbled as he slowly pushed her on her back, gently laying her on the bed and then moving to hover on top of her, looking down at her from above. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel…”

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Okay so aegon x his neice (duaghter of rhaenyra and daemon.)

So she was married to aegon and they had a fling as kids. But this time she asked aegon to bring her a glass of wine in his council. As he was sat discussing with his councils as she said "Thank you daddy" like...yes?

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ambitions pyre

chapter 2

summary: pregnant and heartbroken, you discover aemond's plot to try and kill his brother Aegon for the throne. as his ruthless ambition unfolds, you face the devastating impact of his betrayal on you.

warnings: aemond x neice!reader, detailed miscarriage, blood, darkish (??) aemond, a very unhealthy relationship, typical targaryen incest, very much not beta read and unedited.

The flickering flames of the hearth cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of the dimly lit chamber.  Y/N, her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly, sat in her chair, her eyes scanning the contents of a hidden missive she had discovered among Aemond's belongings. Her heart raced as she read the detailed plot against Aegon, her husband's brother.

Aemond Targaryen had always been ambitious, but she had never imagined the lengths to which he would go to seize power. The missive was clear—he had orchestrated the attack that led to Aegon's grievous burns, intending to weaken his brother during the tumultuous times of the Dance of the Dragons.

Memories flashed through her mind; Aemond's intense gaze as he spoke of his dissatisfaction with Aegon's rule, his late-night meetings, and the ominous glint in his eye whenever he mentioned the Iron Throne. The pieces fell into place, painting a chilling picture of his ambition and ruthlessness.

"By the Seven," she whispered, horror dawning in her eyes. "What have you done, Aemond?"

The heavy wooden door creaked open, and Aemond entered the chamber, his presence as commanding as ever. His one remaining eye, sharp and calculating, immediately fixed on the parchment in her hand. A moment of silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken accusations.

“Have I told you not to go through my stuff?” He said with a cold edge to his voice, his gaze piercing through her like a dagger. She felt a shiver run down her spine realizing the situation she had gotten herself into.

“He’s your own brother Aemond, you orchestrated the attack on him purposely.” She said, her voice trembling, clutching her swollen belly, as if trying to comfort her and they’re unborn baby.

Aemond’s expression remained unreadable, but she could see a flicker of amusement dance in his eye as he took a step closer to her. “And what if i did?” he taunted, his tone laced with arrogance. “He is a weak ruler, he isn’t fit to rule-”

“And what, you’re fit to rule!” She said, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. She got up slowly. She met Aemond’s gaze with a mixture of defiance and fear, her mind racing with the implications of his words.

“A ruler who plots against his own blood is no ruler at all,” she said, her voice unwavering, as her hands shook. “You speak of weakness, yet it it your treachery and deceit that reveal the true extent of your own shortcomings.” She continued.

Aemond’s smirk faltered for a fleeting moment, a glimmer of uncertainty. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of the dagger strapped to his belt, though he put his hand back down. A dangerous glint in his one eye. She held her ground, her resolve steeling her against the looming threat of her husband.

The flames crackled in the hearth, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance across Aemond’s face. “You forget your place, niece.” Aemond said, his voice dripping with venom.

“You may carry my child, but you will not question my authority.” Her heart pounded as tears kissed her eyes.

“I simply cannot believe you, husband, you would betray your own blood just for a bit of power.” She said, not knowing what he has become anymore.

Without warning, Aemond forcefully pinned her against the wall and wrapped his hand around her neck, causing her to gasp for air. She instinctively tried to push him away, but he only tightened his grip, his face contorting with anger. "Remember, you are the daughter of Rhanyra," he growled through clenched teeth. “The rival.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as she heard her mothers name. Her heart hammered in her chest. “You are nothing but a bastard, you think youself so noble, so righteous. You truly are naive wife.” He said sneering, the flames casting flickering shadows on his face. Letting her go, she stood depending on the wall to keep straight as she coughed, struggling to breathe normally once more.

He watched her intently, "Aegon brought this upon himself," Aemond said, "He squandered the power of our house. I merely took what should have been mine."

"And what of our child? What kind of future have you secured for them, with blood and betrayal?" She said, as Aemond's expression softened slightly as he looked at her belly. "A future as a ruler. Our child will be born into a strong and unified realm."

“I suggest you to sit here tightly, and not worry your pretty little head and just worry about our child growing in your womb.” He said trying to brush a strand of hair that fell in front of her face, but she abruptly slapped his hand away from her.

Her mind raced as she tried to comprehend the extent of Aemond's betrayal. She remembered their youth, how Aemond had always envied Aegon, the the heir to the throne, the heir that wasted his days away fucking whores and not once being sober.

His ambition had been apparent even then, but she had never imagined it would lead to such treachery. She truly had no choice but to sit and watch everything fall apart, knowing what would happen if she told someone.

"You've always wanted to be king," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even as children, you envied Aegon."

"Aegon was never fit to rule," Aemond replied, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He is reckless, foolish. The realm needs a strong hand, someone who can lead it through these dark times."

"And you believe you are that person?" She said, her voice was filled with disbelief. "At what cost, Aemond? How many lives will you destroy in your quest for power?"

"As many as it takes." he said, his tone resolute.

She shook her head, disillusioned by the man she once loved, now replaced by a power-hungry opportunist. "And what will become of us, Aemond? My child and I?"

Aemond's gaze softened, and he stepped closer to her, gently running his fingers along her cheek. "I will protect us, don’t you worry," he said, his voice a mix of determination and tenderness. "Our child will grow up to be a symbol of hope and strength, a testament to our love and our sacrifices.

Days turned into nights, and she found herself increasingly isolated. She could not look at Aemond without seeing the monster he had become. The court was abuzz with whispers of King Aegon's condition. His burns were severe, and despite the Maesters' efforts, his survival was uncertain.

The news of King Aegon's condition consumed her thoughts, as well as the knowledge of Aemond's involvement. She couldn't believe what he had done, but she also couldn't deny the strength of his ambition. And yet, she couldn't help but wonder what dangers the future held.

Her pregnancy progressed, but the stress and fear took a toll on her health.

She stood outside as she watched the clear skies , staring at the cloud, when she felt a strange sensation.

Her hand went instinctively to her belly, and her heart skipped a beat as she felt a fluttering sensation, like the gentle wings of a butterfly.

She pressed her hand harder against her abdomen, trying to discern the feeling more clearly. It was then that she felt a trickle of blood, like a small, insistent stream, seeping through her fingers.

She gasped, her mind racing with fear. This could not be right. She had never experienced anything like this before.

She groaned in pain, sinking to her knees as the world seemed to spin around her. Panic surged through her as she realized the gravity of the situation. Her child, the innocent life growing inside her, was in jeopardy.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she called out for help, her voice echoing through the empty courtyard.

Her lady-in-waiting immediately appeared at her side, her gaze filled with a look of concern.

She could barely form the words through the haze of pain and fear gripping her, but managed to speak. “The babe is coming.” She said with a uncertainty, but she didn’t want to think about the worst outcomes.

"What do you mean, the babe is coming? You're not due for several months!" the lady-in-waiting exclaimed, her eyes wide with alarm. “It is coming, my child will come!” She said yelling at her lady-in-waiting, tears falling.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to gather her wits. She couldn't let fear take over; she had to focus on getting through this. "We must get to the midwife immediately," she said, her voice trembling.

Anya, her lady-in-waiting, almost also cried at the sight of blood. Picking the princess up from the floor, she immediately hurried towards the chambers.

She groaned in pain as she was hurried into the chambers, catching the attention of her mother-in-law, the dowager queen. Alicent looked at her in shock, knowing for certain the baby wasn’t to be due till later. “I’ll go get Aemond.”

Anya was trying to keep the princess upright as they rushed, leaving a trail of blood behind on the floor. They got to the chambers, where the midwife and maestors were already there, they all looked at her with dread and worry, realizing the precariousness of the moment.

Anya helped her get onto the bed, as her hands trembled with fear and worry. Anya was going to help her get out of her gown, only for y/n to snap.

“Don’t touch me.” She said hissing in pain as she cried in pain sensing her distress, the midwife stepped forward and tried to comfort her, brushing her hair back from her face in a tender gesture.

"We'll take care of you, my lady. Trust us." She closed her eyes, trying to find the strength to endure the pain. The room swam in her vision as she pressed her hand against her abdomen, feeling the life that was struggling to be born. She couldn't help but wonder if her child would inherit the darkness that now seemed to be the inevitable fate of their world.

As more blood seeped through now slightly onto the bed, panic surged through everyone in the room. “We must act now, or we will lose the baby,” one of the midwives said to her, pushing her to lay down onto the bed.

Tears streamed down her face as she groaned in agony, as they got her out of her gown, into something light to wear.

Te midwife and maesters did they’re best to calm her, whispering soothing words and telling her to push.

“It hurts, please make it stop.” She yelled in pain

as her body convulsed with each contraction. The room filled with the sounds of her cries and the pleading prayers of the maesters and midwives.

Time seemed to slow down as she braced herself for each contraction, her eyes pleading for strength from the maesters and midwives, who worked tirelessly to bring her baby into the world. The midwife's soft voice continued to echo through the room, urging her to push, reminding her that every contraction brought her one step closer to holding her child.

Yn's eyes darted to the midwife as she cried out, "I can't do this anymore, it's too much."

“Princess you must have faith-”

"Everyone, get out!" She screamed, shoving the midwives away from her.

"There's no time, your baby and your own life are in danger." Anya said.

“Get out now, all of you!” She yelled her voice cracking due to her cries. They had no choice but to leave the room. As they left the room, leaving a screaming you in the the chambers, they were met with Aemond and Alicent standing outside the hallway.

“What is it?” Alicent said as she looked at all of them with empty hands. “Your Grace, she is to stubborn, it is truly impossible to get the babe out.”

Aemond's face contorted with frustration, his eyes scanning the anxious faces of the midwives and maesters. "There must be something we can do," he barked. "This is insanity."

Just as Alicent was about to suggest something, your groans and cries came to a stop suddenly. Dread filled Aemond’s gut.

Aemond quickly shoved the midwives and maesters away, going into the chambers, only to find her on the floor, rocking the unborn babe in your hands.

Aemond's heart stopped as he beheld the scene before him. He approached her , his voice barely a whisper, "What has happened, my love, is the babe alive?"

She looked up at him, your eyes filled with pain and fear. The life that had been struggling to enter the world now lay cradled in your hands, but that seemed unnoticed to her

In that moment, Aemond knew that his world had been shattered.

“The babe is sleeping right? It’ll wake up.” She said rocking it side by side, hushing the dead baby.

Aemond would always carry the weight of guilt, knowing that his desire for power had led to irreversible consequences. He would never be able to forgive himself for it.

Aemond couldn't look away from the lifeless baby in her hands, his heart sinking deeper into a void of sorrow. He reached out and gently took the child from her, cradling it in his arms, feeling the weight of his world crumbling around him.

As he held the unmoving form, his eyes met hers, and he could see a deep pain reflected in her own. She knew what had happened as much as he did, and in that moment, his world had been forever shattered.

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