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[chrollc]

deadbeat husband who shows up to check on the progress of his new tunics

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[writingsofwesteros]

Could you do a fic where reader is the green kids mom instead of alicent and all the kids are heavily yandere for her. And if you can put some smut between all the kids and their mommy bc they just want to worship her

AN: Hi , I hope you like it x

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“Mother,” Aemond greeted you with a press of his lips against your lips. A little bit too close to your lips but it was not as if you noticed. The servants moved around you both as the large, wooden table was set with food and drink for breaking fast. “Aemond.” You sweetly called back as he settled on the chair beside you; arm already resting on the back of it. His fingers itched to brush those thick, soft locks of yours that always smelled of vanilla. Gods, it was near mouth watering. Thankfully, the rest of the council meeting had not arrived yet and Aemond desired the alone time with his mother. “Did you rest well?” Aemond asked gently; he knew his mother had worried and hardly slept since her husband had died.

“Of course, sweet boy,” you whispered out your lie with ease and if your attention was not brought to the opening door; you would have realised your son did not believe you. The new King had seemingly moved from his bed to grace the council with his presence this morning. Still, you greeted him with the warmth and love you always had for your children. “Mother..” Aegon opened his arms to embrace you; his happiness easily written all over his face and those doe eyes. He pressed a kiss to each of your cheeks as your own arms wrapped around him with ease. “I am glad you are here,” you hummed whilst your hands moved to his tunic. He had never changed, you thought to yourself. Still, seemingly needing you to dress him.

Aegon couldn’t help the smile tugging on his lips as your hands moved up and down his side once more. “Helaena is well?” You asked of your only daughter; concern dripping in your tone. “Of course.” Aegon hummed as his hand reached for your own. “I am sure she will be here soon.” He whispered into your ear as his eyes fluttered shut at your mouth watering scent coming over him. It did nothing to calm your nerves. Nothing ever did in the days that had passed since the coronation, you thought to yourself. “Daeron will be home soon, mother.” Aemond’s voice brought you from those thoughts as you slowly turned to face him. A soft smile tugged on your lips at his words. “I am glad. He has been gone too long.” You whispered to yourself with a slight duck of your head.

“He has,” Aegon whispered; desperate for your attention to return to him as both brothers battled for you. “Did you rest well?” You sweetly asked; fingers running through Aegon’s bright locks once more as he nearly purred. He could only nod his head before resting his own against yours, whilst taking comfort in your presence once more. Aegon’s lips parted to continue his words but a flash of annoyance came over him as the door began to open. The annoyance hardly lifted from him even when it was only his sister that gracefully entered the room. “Mama,” Helaena’s voice greeted you so sweetly as you moved to reach for her; arms open as always.

Your hands brushed over those loose locks of hers; once again Helaena had decided against such braids - well, only if you were to do it. Helaena would only allow you to touch her hair, something you took great care and enjoyment in. Their arms linked together as Aegon lounged back on his chair from the top of the table without care. As much as he pretended otherwise; the sight of his family before him - even Aemond was enough to warm his heart. His fingers moved over the sphere in front of him as he never took those bright eyes of his mother. “Come, we can sit together,” you gently whispered to your sweet girl who cuddled into your side once more.

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“Aegon…aeg, you cannot…” Your words were completely breathless as those doe eyes of yours rolled back. Still, your King ignored you as his soft mouth captured your sweet, too sensitive pretty pussy. The dream had felt so real only for you to realise it was as his tongue brushed over your clit again and again without care of your words. “Mother….” Aemond’s voice had your head falling to the side; those cheeks of yours blushing madly. His hand reached for your face; thumb stroking your soft, plump bottom lip as those eyes of his watched your every reaction. “Shhh –” He whispered out before slowly leaning in. Your noses brushed together as you caught your breath. 

“I know, it feels so good mummy,” Helaena whispered into your ear from behind; her soft voice causing shivers down your spine. Helaena’s gentle touch moved up and down your side causing goosebumps to litter your soft skin. Aegon only moaned against you without care; his tongue lapping at your wetness with hunger. Aemond’s soft lips slowly moved down your chest; pressing open mouthed kisses as the night shift began to fall from your shoulders. A moan escaped your middle son as he leaned in and hotly captured your sweet, pink nipple. Aemond began to suck as his eyes fluttered with his hand moving to your free breast to palm at.

You could not stop your actions now as you reached for Aegon’s hair; pulling him impossibly closer and the King could only purr at your action. His hand slowly moved up your stomach; pressing down in a way that had you squealing. Helaena’s hold was much stronger than you thought it would be as she kept you against her chest. Your legs began to wrap around Aegon’s head; an act he seemed to enjoy as he hummed against your pretty, creamy pussy. Your stomach easily began to tighten in anticipation at the soft touches from them all. “So beautiful our mother is,” Helaena whispered as the two boys moaned in agreement against your body.

“Please – “ You hardly knew what you were begging for as Aegon began to harshly suck on your sensitive clit. The intense pleasure was so very new to you as you whimpered; your hands reaching for anything to cling onto. Your hips began to rock without you knowing as Aegon’s hold on you only tightened. The marks in the morning would be there for you to see and remember.

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[torturedpoetskywalker]

ONE SENTENCE ASKBOX GAME: "Sweet sister," Gwayne's lips murmured against her naked skin.

"Sweet sister," Gwayne's lips murmured against her naked skin. Alicent furiously scratches his back.

In bed she prefers to see him as her real husband, Alicent hates when Gwayne breaks her fantasy reminding her he's her brother indeed.

"You still don't like when I call you by what you are, sister? Don't you remember it's you who called me brother the first time?"

Alicent doesn't answer, she can't. She feels so impure. The Queen almost gets out of bed but Sir Gwayne bites her neck not letting her leave. This is so disturbing, but Alicent can't help herself. She's desperate for love and Gwayne is the only one who's always given her that.

"Let me show you my love for you, Alicent. I'm aware of how you feel about this, about us, but my devotion to you is similar to your devotion to the Gods, good sister. If you believe religion is the right way, then why our love for each other is wrong when I take you to Heaven every single night on this very same bed?"

He looks so pathetic, Gwayne's just like her first son and that's why she loves and hates him at the same time. But Gwayne is still the only one who loves her right and Alicent is still incapable of ever hurting her dear brother. She desperately kisses him craving for affection, craving for the love she can only get from him. And Gwayne gives it to her, he always does and always will.

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[anamazingangie]

Ménage | Rhaenyra x Aegon x Aemond

🕯️ Rated E 🕯️4.2k words 🕯️ Complete 🕯️ by AmazingAngie🕯️

Tags: Historical AU, Sibling Incest, Manipulation, Underage Kissing, First Kiss, First Times, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Come Eating, Cunnilingus, Dom!Rhaenyra, Coming of Age, Consent Issues, Rhaenyra-Centric, Threesome - F/M/M

Warning: sex between minors [fifteen and seventeen when it begins]. Summary:

Rhaenyra despised her siblings, a pair of twin boys two year her junior - at least until she realized they would do things for her. Anything for her. The realm of such things changed as they matured, and in time Rhaenyra's hormones left her feeling rather fond of the pair she had previously merely tolerated. His pale chest was flushed along with his cheeks as she watched him stroke his soft length to something a different shape and size entirely. It was like magic. He spilled over his hand, making a mess of himself with his own seed. She wanted to touch. She wanted to taste. She did neither, she simply demanded for him to, “Do it again.” or: rhaenyra is either a very good, or very bad sister, depending on who you ask.

One

At first, Rhaenyra had hated her brothers. 

She lacked any and all maternal instincts towards infants, and so she lacked any and all patience for their screams and stench and all other annoyances that came with their mere existence. It was only made worse by the fact there were two of them. Two boys. 

Truly, if looks could kill, they would have been found dead in their cradles just hours after she met them. Nevermind that she herself was only two at the time, she was old enough to hold enough to know her dislikes, old enough to hold a grudge and certainly old enough to hate them on first impression alone.

And first impressions mattered a great deal.

And so, her feelings towards them did not change, not for years. 

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By the age of seven, Rhaenyra had earned the title of Realm’s Delight. She was known on the small island of Dragonstone and among their people for her beauty, boisterous spirit, and impeccable—slightly frightening—skills on horseback. 

And it wasn’t just the people who were awed by the princess—but rather her brother’s, too. The pair had been five then, old enough to care what other people thought of them.

Old enough to know their sister did not care for them. 

Old enough that they wanted her too.

And Rhaenyra…she was old enough to see this.

Smart enough to use this for her benefit. 

And really really, it was a kindness when she gave them such opportunities to improve her opinion of them.

And so, she would have them fetch her lemonade or tea or servants. 

She would have them steal cakes and pastries from the kitchens on her behalf. 

Sometimes she would tell the groom she wanted to brush down Syrax and that they were excused.

It wasn’t a lie, and she would brush down Syrax. But the other tasks that were expected to go along with this—such as beating dust from the saddle blanket, conditioning the leather of her reins, and polishing bits—were ones she’d give to her brothers.

And they would fight for the tasks. Competitive over the mere opportunity to impress her. 

She liked that. 

She took advantage of it.

But who could blame her, when they liked it too?

.

Fondness for them grew very slowly. She still treated them more like her servants than her siblings, truly, but by the time she was ten she could acknowledge she would be sad if something happened to them. 

When they were ten, they were mourning the fact they would have to leave Dragonstone to attend the Crownlands College that all Targaryen men claimed as their alumni, at least since its founding in the 300s. After all, their family—then ‘the crown’ for all of Westeros—had founded the institution. 

She was jealous that they were getting a proper schooling, simply because they were boys. Why shouldn’t she have such an opportunity? She was much smarter. Er, at least smarter than Aegon. Aemond was rather annoying bookish, she knew that from their shared lessons. He could beat her at sums despite her being years older.

It was true her lessons from a septa and maester’s who taught her just as much as the private college would, if not more, it didn’t seem fair. 

And on top of that, though she didn’t admit to them—or to herself, really—that she might miss them too.

.

They had only been gone for three moons when word came—Aemond had been injured rather horribly in a fight. He and his brother were being returned to Dragonstone by the fastest ship their father’s coin could buy, to be attended by the maester’s their own keep had in residence.

Even then, it wasn’t enough to save the eye.

They worried infection would spread and he might lose all his sight. If not his life from fever that could poison his blood. 

Rhaenyra didn’t cry. She didn’t. But her voice might have wavered when she spoke to Aemond after hearing this—unwilling to let the horrors of what had happened to him change her treatment of him.

On the matter of his potential blindness, all she had to say was, “Just think—you have been blessed to see a face as pretty as mine for a decade—that is more beauty than most men get to see in their lifetime.”  

His face was bandaged, and the sliver of eye she could see was cloudy from the high dose of the milk of poppy he was being given for the pain. But he still managed a tiny smile. Tiny for him, even, which was impressive given how he tended to hide them. So different from Aegon, whose face was often dressed in  a wide grin.

“Isn’t it all the more tragic, if i’ve seen such beauty and now have to go without?” He said, his voice sounding small and dry and not like him at all. She wanted to cover his lips with her palm, tell him not to talk until he sounded as he should again. Until he sounded strong. 

“I suppose, then, you must fight—insist to your body and self that you require sight. Perhaps it will permit you to keep it.” She told him. 

“I’m not as stubborn as you, sister, I’m not sure I can.” He admitted.

She huffed, “Consider it a command then—and I know you wish not to disappoint me.” 

He swallowed, and his eyelid fluttered shut. She wondered if she even heard her, but then he nodded slightly and said, “Okay.” 

.

His recovery was surprisingly swift, and infection never came. 

Aegon said it was because Rhaenyra visited so often she scared it away. That earned him a glare. 

“I’m the scary one? Your delusions do you no justice, brother, clearly you forget your twin is a bloodied cyclops!” She screeched. 

“See!” He had claimed, nearly victorious, “Now you shriek like a banshee!” 

“Banshees herald the dead, brother, if I sound like one, perhaps you should be concerned for yourself.” She said, primly. 

He paled and scurried from the room. 

Rhaenyra thought if Aegon was the one who had been injured, she would not have been so attentive. 

He was certainly the most objectionable of her siblings, at least, in all but looks. He had a sweet boyish face that promised to turn into something handsome. Aemond’s features, however, were longer and his expression rather solemn. They were very different—and no matter what she told herself, she would be unable to choose between them if forced to. 

.

When her courses came, they came to her. 

They had questions. They had badgered a poor serving girl into admitting Rhaenyra was bed bound for her monthlies. 

Of course, they had come running to ask Rhaenyra what monthlies were. The end result was their expressions—a mixture of horror and intrigue. 

“You’re bleeding?” Aemond said, rather stunned. “Does it hurt?” He wondered.

She shifted her hips and nodded, “Mhm, but not…not like a wound, rather a great deal of pressure in my abdomen. 

“Does it bleed from there?” Aegon wondered, with a vague gesture to her stomach and a far off expression on his face. 

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, “My navel is not a facet you imbecile, no, it’s—” she flushed, looking down at her lap but carrying on, “It’s between my legs.” She admitted.

Their eyes widened. “Can we see?” Aegon asked.

Rhaenyra sputtered, finding herself at a loss for words.

She settled on a classic response to Aegon’s questions: throwing a book at him. 

.

She had always been rather tactile with her brother’s, in a way she wasn’t—and wasn’t permitted to be—with others. She hadn’t thought much of it, they were siblings, and in a way they were her…well, it would be bad form to call them her serfs for she did not own them, but as their older sister she felt rather entitled to them in every way, and they had little protest to this. 

So they touched. 

She did not ask before grabbing their arm, or sitting next to them, close enough that they knew the feeling of the other’s thigh against their own. She’d crawled into bed with them on stormy nights, tackled them to the ground during games of tag, and shoved them off the cliffs on warm summer days when they were too fearful to dive from them without help. 

It had never meant anything at all. It was just the way of things, the way she treated them.

It didn’t change as they grew older.

Maybe it should have.

.

Aegon was, in her opinion, being an insufferable little jit. He refused to mount his mare, Sunfyre, even though they had agreed over breakfast to ride at this hour.

“I can’t.” He moaned, shifting awkwardly with his hands awkwardly at his crotch. 

Her eyes narrowed.

“Why can’t you?” She asked.

He flushed, before admitting he was hard and when that was hard it was like his whole body was stiff. 

“I don’t believe you.” She said, and then, “You’ll have to show me it.” 

His cheeks were flaming but he obeyed, unlacing his breeches and freeing the tunic that was cut long enough to cover his loins. Sure enough, the dangly bit she’d seen between her brother’s legs in childhood—when they were young enough it was not inappropriate, mind you—had managed to grow and harden into something rather…well…she was blushing now.

“Ugh. Put it away.” She said, turning to Syrax and hiding her rosy cheeks. “I shall take her to the meadow while that…you…whatever.” She said, mounting her saddle and leaving before he could respond. 

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She thought about it. More than she probably should. She was a curious girl, she wanted to know how it worked. 

It was night time, a few days after that incident, and she slipped into her brothers’ rooms, pulled the covers from Aegon’s nearly nude form, and demanded to see it.

His pale chest was flushed along with his cheeks as she watched him stroke his soft length to something a different shape and size entirely. It was like magic. 

He spilled over his hand, making a mess of himself with his own seed. 

She wanted to touch. 

She wanted to taste. 

She did neither, she simply demanded for him to, “Do it again.” 

.

Aemond’s was different from his brother’s—longer, leaner, not unlike the rest of their forms.  Disappointedly, he was too shy to touch himself in front of her, saying he was too embarrassed to stay hard. 

Well. Then she would have to make him get hard. 

He flinched when she stroked the soft skin, wrinkled and deflated as it lay against his thigh instead of in the stiff erection it had formed a moment ago. 

She wanted her brothers to reach their full potential, always. And wasn’t their full length part of that?

He told her no. 

She reminded him that he never told her that. She was his older sister. 

He had to obey her. He liked obeying her. 

“Please?” She finally said, and he nodded.

He grew harder in her hand, and she kept stroking, fascinated by the difference in feel and weight in her palm, it seemed to throb where it had once been so very soft. It was as if the appendage pounded with its need for release, the sound nonexistent but almost like a tune in her head, the beat of which drowned out Aemond’s pleas, his sounds of pleasure, and even the sound of his release.

She did taste it this time, a curious lick on the white goo that had spilled across his penis and her palm. 

She’d always had a sweet tooth, but no matter how this resembled the drizzle on iced buns, it had no such flavor. 

It was salty. 

Gross.

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A week later, Aegon kissed a maid. Their father’s hand, Ser Otto Hightower, who was also Aegon’s grandfather, caught them in the halls. This led them to all getting lectures on the matters of intimacy outside of marriage. On the matter of it being a dire sin. 

Rhaenyra hardly heard the septas' words on this matter. She was vibrating with…rage? Jealousy? She wasn’t sure. She just knew the reason for this lecture on the horrors that were intimate interludes out of wedlock were prompted by Aegon’s actions. His intimate interlude. One that did not involve her.

She was Aegon’s older sister and yet she did not know what it was to kiss. But still, surely it should be her duty to teach him such a thing.

Surely she should be his first kiss. 

Surely he should suffer for depriving her of this.

.

She ignored him for the rest of the day. He hated being ignored. 

Then, after changing for bed, she slipped into their shared chambers. Both boys were awake, and on this occasion she slunk past Aegon in pursuit of Aemond.

She would have his first kiss.

He would never know it was her first kiss, too. 

And Aegon would simply have to watch.

.

Eventually he begged and whined to the point where his eyes were red and his nose was snotty. So spoiled. Even though he deserved this for his crime—of seeking a girl other than his sister—she thought he’d been punished enough.

When she kissed him that night, his lips were just as soft as Aemond’s, but they were different, too. He was more forward, more confident—that didn’t come from practice, she didn’t think, but rather his enthusiasm and recklessness that his brother lacked. 

And, of course, his lips tasted of his tears. Salty, though in a way far more pleasant than the taste of seed.

Or perhaps the taste was not so different.

Perhaps she just enjoyed the flavor more when it came from sorrow.

And Aegon was so pretty when he cried. 

.

Both of them grew to expect her kisses—not only when they were in close proximity, but as a reward for bringing her something or completing a favor. 

She thought they were like hounds, expecting a bit of jerky as a treat for being good. 

She played with them as if they were hounds, finding great amusement in promising her lips to whichever sat with the best posture or heeled with the greatest obedience. 

Sometimes she insisted on their nudity in this, for how else could she examine the straightness of their spine and set of their shoulders? 

It had nothing to do with her curiosity of the male form. Of course not.

Though, she would admit to being curious over how their forms changed, their height and structure seeming to grow as they slept if not right before her eyes. 

It seemed just as she had come to terms with having siblings—having brothers—she would have to come to terms with her brothers becoming men. 

.

Aegon found the book. Of course he did. 

While Aemond was studious in his lessons, Aegon searched the library for hidden treasure, an indiscretion he’d practiced for years. Despite this, there were still shelves that had not suffered his scrutiny, for the room and its contents were rather vast. 

Of course, some of the cases he had looked over with careful eyes long ago needed to be examined once more, now that he was older. For as a boy he was rather blind—or rather, had a different definition—to what treasure truly was.

It was a small book, but not shamefully so. It was bound in bright red leather, stamped in gold, and though it lacked an author's name on the title page, the title itself was too distracting for any of them to care;

A Collection of Erotic Postures

They were all varying shades of pink as each page was turned, the black and white engravings lacking color but bringing to light so many things. It was fascinating how the forms fit together.

Man and woman. 

Nymph and satyr. 

Woman and woman.

Man and man.

At first they spoke over their examination of the engravings—sharing their shock with each page that passed. But soon their shock was implied by mere gasps, and no words were shared until the end was reached and the book was closed. 

It was inevitable that they would eventually grow curious enough to try one.

With the light now so very bright, how could they not wish to bring some of the acts to life?

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Rhaenyra pointed to the sketch on page eight, captioned with;

 Cunnilingue.

[stimulation to the cunnus via leikhein]

Aegon obliged. 

She was slightly surprised, but not displeased by any means, to find that she felt little embarrassment or feelings of self consciousness in front of her brother’s—even with her skirts bundled in her lap, her legs spread, and Aegon’s face buried in the seam that led to her core.

She felt other things though. Good things. Things that had her fingers digging into Aegon’s curled locks and desperately trying to stifle gasps because gods be good this was—

When it was over, Aegon trailed his fingers through the mess, “You’re leaking, still, sister.” 

She said nothing. If she was capable of speech at all, it didn’t matter, for she did not have the ability to find words to respond with, not in that moment.

She should have tried, though, for Aegon was rather smug and took charge while her wits were absent—“You should clean her up, Aemond.” He suggested.

She wasn’t worried, he was much too shy to follow his brother's suggestion. 

Or so she thought. 

He wasn’t as enthusiastic as Aegon, not as messy, either. He nuzzled her with his nose first—seeming to inhale her scent before he set about cleaning all that had spilled from her. It was rather ineffective, though, with how she peaked again in the process. 

After that, speech was not the only thing that left her. She also found it rather difficult to walk.

…that did not stop her from demanding this act again the next day.

.

One day, the boys fought over who could have the pleasure of tasting her. 

She rolled her eyes, they were closer to men now yet still acting like children and she was tired of it. She had just come to tolerate them as brother’s but she had no desire to mother them.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m now longer in the mood.” She said, dropping her skirts and crossing her arms. 

Aegon sputtered, whereas Aemond just looked sad. 

“I mean it, too. If you want to taste lips of any sort today your only option is each other’s.”

She hadn’t really expected them to take this as a command—or perhaps they didn’t, they were just waiting for any mention of such a thing so they could have this opportunity. 

Regardless, the outcome was the same, and they wasted little time in joining their lips. 

They didn’t part their lips until after they had rut together and spilled in their breeches. 

Rhaenyra was…not jealous, exactly, but rather awed by the site of them together. For as annoying as her brothers could be, she had always known they were good looking. But this was somehow intensified several times over when they were together like this.

No, if anything, her frustration stemmed from the fact they had so much clothing on, rather than jealousy. 

Perhaps, though, she was a little aroused.

.

That night, she told Aegon to feast on her folds until she came—then to share her flavor with his brother, using the vessel of his tongue. 

They became hard during—of course they did, everything made them hard.

Boys. 

Men. 

Brothers. 

She told them to take care of the unsightly stiffened lengths, and despite the flush that spread across Aemond’s cheeks she knew from the show that morning that he was not opposed. 

But first, she demanded they remove their sleep clothes. She wanted to see it. See the pulse of their cocks when they came. The ropes of white seed across their pale skin, shining in the moonlight.

She wanted to see them lick it up with their greedy tongues, pink muscle lapping at light skin until the essence was gone and only saliva remained. 

They did. 

After—well, her arousal had bloomed to the point where she demanded Aemond’s mouth, too.

.

They fucked each other long before her. Fears of pregnancy making her weary of having their lengths in her cunt. 

But it was not as if that was the only entry she had…in fact, this was detailed in the red book that they studied with more faithfulness than they ever had to the Seven. 

The engravings showed the act, which involved what they called the,

‘Quim of every human—man and woman, tucked between the cheeks of one's arse.

This hole does not weep the way of a woman’s sheath, it must be greased or oiled — when adequately done,

the receptacle will still squeak, but they will not suffer.’

It spoke the truth. Aegon did squeak as his brother tentatively worked his long fingers into his parted cheeks. 

He had to stifle screams when fingers were replaced by Aemond’s cock. 

And so, this became a new game they played. 

.

She watched them for weeks before deciding to partake. Aegon was enthusiastic in getting her ready, where Aemond was tentative about pressing into her. But in the end they were all breathless—well, except for Aegon, who wasted no time in taking his brother’s place inside her, his path lubricated by his siblings' seed.

It was good, the feeling of being stretched. Of being filled.

She wanted such a sensation somewhere else.

.

She had them—one after the other—in her cunt on her seventeenth name day. It was dangerous, she knew, but she had found notes in a midwifery book that spoke to safe times of the month, calculated by the days following a woman’s courses. And so she had tracked them dutifully for months until there was enough consistency she felt confident.

Even still, she told them they had to pull out. Her cunt would not taste their seed until she was married. 

They obeyed, just as they always did.

Aegon went first, licking her until she came before pressing inside of her—the intrusion one that made them both groan with pleasure. His thrusts were uneven and it was over fast but she could see how one could find pleasure in this act, given enough practice.

He spilled across her stomach, before Aemond took his place.

He was longer. 

The differences in their cocks was obvious when you looked at them, or felt them with your palm. She’d forced their lengths together as they stood, stroking and admiring the width of Aegon’s next to the length of Aemond’s. As if they had the same mass but were formed into different shapes, the same while not being even remotely similar. Quite like the men the appendages belonged to. 

What she knew of their lengths before this was that Aegon’s was more of a challenge to get in, given the width of it. But once deep enough to slide with ease, she thought any intrusion in her rear felt rather the same.

But this.

She understood now, why women were meant to be penetrated here. Every drag of his cock lit up pathways of nerves inside her that made her clench and shiver. She felt the precise shape of him inside of her, the length, the curve, and it all culminated in her peaking—a moment before he pulled from her and spilled across her folds.

Both of them were prompt in how they licked up their seed, lilac eyes looking at her heaving bosom as she attempted to catch her breath, all while they continued to dine upon the masculine syrup coating her creamy flesh.

.

For their sixteenth birthday, she had them both.

Gods.

She did not believe in any faith, really, but this almost made her think some higher power existed. Why else would they bestow men and women with such parts that fit together like this? That felt so good?

She had never felt more powerful in that moment, when she was pressed between them, speared on both of them….and yet she had never felt more vulnerable, either, for she realized how small she now was compared to their forms. They had grown to a point where they could defy her commands, but they didn’t, and she trusted them, even with her body and something like this. 

And for that reason, at that moment, she had never felt closer to them—and not just because she was full of their cocks, with lips pressing kisses to either side of her neck. Though she rather liked that part of this, too.

It was difficult enough to orchestrate that they were only able to have each other this way a handful of times in the following few months. But they hardly went unsatisfied, not with the engravings to guide them and their mouths and fingers eager to thrust when time or locale did not allow for a cock.

It was shaping up to be a rather blissful year, she thought. 

And then, their father died. 

story notes:

the "book" was inspired by later takes on the I Modi, a very erm, inspired, renaissance work with detailed engravings of numerous positions.

this was supposed to have a chapter two in which daemon returned to dragonstone and claimed the title for himself...along with his. brother's children. but due to lack of interest i've scrapped it for now.

[duncan-rohanne]

gwayne & alicent || luminary (au)

Sister.

[kass-of-the-midlands]

Two headed mother pulled you from the black

And she can send you back

[ivy-lea]

Hello my sweet #alimond shippers out there...

I made a discord server for us to reunite.

LINK UPDATED!!!

Mommy's little war criminal... that is what they are... and I need people to talk about it!!!

The focus might be #alimond, but I also welcome any #gwaynicent, #rhaegon, #helaemond, #rhaenicent, #jacelaena and #helaegon shippers out there.

[hotdthemedweek]

hello house of the dragon fandom! 

welcome to hotdthemedweek, a tumblr (also on twitter @hotdthemedweek) created to celebrate and to inspire the incredible fandom to create works of fics, art, edits, media, moodboards, etc. for any and every character/ship/pairing. 

rules: 

to participate you must be 18+ 

all types of content and ratings are allowed, even it’s non-explicit or explicit

this is a pro-shipper and pro-fiction friendly space, so dead dove and every kink will be accepted and will be tagged properly with those terms. 

tag works on tumblr & twitter with #hotdthemedweek or @ hotdthemedweek 

i will be reblogging/retweeting all forms of content with that tag. 

week 1: seven deadly sins [june 5-11]

monday june 5: lust - 

(latin: luxuria "carnal") lechery; intense longing or unbridled sexual desire.

tuesday june 6: gluttony - 

(latin: gula) is the overindulgence and overconsumption of anything to the point of waste.

wednesday june 7: greed -

(latin: avaritia) also known as avarice, cupidity, or covetousness; hoarding of materials or objects, theft, and robbery, especially by means of violence, trickery, or manipulation of authority.

thursday june 8: sloth -

(latin: tristitia, or acedia "without care") laziness, idleness, and indolence; affectlessness, a lack of any feeling about self or other, a mind-state that gives rise to boredom, rancor, apathy, and a passive inert or sluggish mentation. 

friday june 9: wrath -

(latin: ira) can be defined as uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, vengeance, and even hatred. it can manifest in different ways, including injury, impatience, hateful misanthropy, revenge, and self-destructive behavior, such as drug abuse, or suicide.

saturday june 10: envy -

(latin: invidia) is characterized by an insatiable desire, malicious jealousy; a sad or resentful covetousness towards the traits or possessions of someone else.

sunday june 11: pride -

(latin: superbia), also known as hubris (ancient greek) or futility; considered the original and worst of the seven deadly sins, the most demonic; identified as dangerously corrupt selfishness, putting one's own desires, urges, wants, and whims before the welfare of others.

(source)

thank you for taking the time to read this!  i’m extremely excited to see the content created during our first themed week and hope y’all participate! my inbox is open for any and all questions, comments, etc! 

[songoficeandthirst]

Excited to announce our upcoming summer writing event - Summer Lovin' 2023!

Choose your favorite quote(s) from these famous declarations of love, and write about it in 2.3k words or less! Any ship pairing is more than welcome - Daemyra, Rhaewin, Jacegan, Lucemond, Rhaegon, Helaemond, & more!

This event is open to everyone (18+) - feel free to join in!

Discord Link: https://discord.gg/iceandthirst

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Twitter: @IceandThirst

Dates: July 23, 2023 - August 23, 2023

Please use #IceandThirst if you would like to be reposted onto the server's social media accounts! When posting in Ao3, feel free to add to the server collection: BeyondtheWallArchives

[saintbehemoth]

lucky strikes

aligon. mostly my attempt to get out of a writing slump. alicent pov

[de4dking]

Daeron x alicent head canons?👀

viserys banning alicent milk from daeron's infancy over that milkbrotherism thing made daeron develop a psychosexual obsession with his mother's tits. I do have a fic about it in the works 😌

[writingsofwesteros]

#Greencest

Alicent’s spoiled daughter is the only Targtower that resembles Rhaenyra the most. It’s the one reason why Alicent spoils her bratty girl so much, giving her princess anything she wishes in return of her being a good girl for her mommy. The queen lapping at her sweet pussy while her pretty girl only wears her Valyrian necklace. The court would also know how much the queen loves her daughter, getting used to the Queen kissing those pouty lips of hers. Platonically of course, it would be outrageous for the Hightower queen to indulge in such queer customs. The people overlooking how the bratty princess slips her tongue in her greedy queen’s mouth.

THE HOTTEST

oh she's just such a brat ! She does it on purpose just to have her mommy's touch thank you very much.

She even has her mothers wardrobe changed slightly, necklines dropping for the Princess to have a good view of her perky breasts. .

Their lingering touches ignored by the King as he only rots some more

[teamgreengalore]

can you write mommy kink smut between helaena and alicent please

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Shh, mommy’s got you.” Alicent whispered; her delicate arms wrapped around her sweet girl. Her only girl. Helaena only whimpered, the effects of the many days prior only had her mind crumbling every second it seemed. The silence wrapped around the pair of royals; comforting them in a small way as the new Queen only clung to her mother. Helaena only burrowed closer as she slowly reached under her mother’s beautiful, silk robe. “..no..Helaena, we cannot..not again.” Still, the new Queen did not listen as she tugged on the small buttons that easily popped open. It seemed her sweet girl did not hear the begging leaving the Dowager Queen or if she did; Helaena simply did not care.

The silk robe fell away from Alicent and allowed her soft, perky breasts to bounce freely. Her sweet, pink nipples pebbled with ease as the cold winds moved through the room. Alicently gently reached for Helaena’s hand; fighting her off but it seemed her daughter had strength even her own mother was unaware of. “I will forgive you..” Helaena whispered into Alicent’s ear whose brown, doe eyes widened at her daughter’s words. Words she had so desperately needed to hear, especially from the new Queen. She gently squeezed her mother’s breast; her thumb brushing over her pebbled nipple in a way she always enjoyed from Aegon.

“I will forgive you for fucking Criston Cole.” Her words darkened as she pinched her mother’s nipple in punishment. Those bright eyes of Helaena flashing in jealousy as she locked with Alicent once more. “Sweet girl .. I -.” Alicent began her defence even as the soft pleasure that was so very different from what her knight could give her moved down her spine. The desperation Alicent needed to be forgiven was easily manipulated by Helaena as she only hummed; hiding the smirk that tugged on her soft lips. Her mother was just where she desired her and Alicent could only melt under the touch. “I forgive you.” Helaena whispered before her soft tongue began to dance on her mother’s soft skin.

Alicent’s delicate fingers moved into those bright locks; so soft to the touch and she remembered having spent hours braiding and brushing her love’s hair. Those doe eyes of hers rolled back as Helaena began to suck. Helaena’s free hand moved towards the breast not being touched and she began to palm sweetly at it. “Helaena…” Alicent whimpered; her thick locks cascading around her head that had now fallen onto the softest of pillows. This was the last time, she thought to herself. It had to be. The Targaryen queer customs were not her own. No, this was to comfort her daughter - this was to gain forgiveness. There was no need for another time, she tried to convince herself.

Those thoughts were hard to keep a hold of when the feel of Helaena’s hand began to move south; her robe completely falling from her now. Helaena only watched her mother; her pretty face screwing up in the pleasure she could give her. It was only what she deserved, the young Queen thought to herself as her hand began to rest between Alicent’s legs. So much softer than both their husbands would touch; Helaena had seen it and felt it herself. “Helae–” Alicent whined. Helaena ignored the sweet mewls from her mother as her much softer, slender fingers brushed over Alicent’s already weeping pussy. Her thumb brushed over her clit as Helaena hummed against her breast in enjoyment and amusement. 

She knew her mother’s body, more so than Alicent herself as two of her fingers slowly began to push inside. They curled easily; pushing against the soft spot that drove Helaena wild when Aegon bothered to find it and oh how easily he did. Just like she did now for her mother. “Mommy.” She purred; her mouth still sucking on the too sensitive nipple. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in Alicent’s chambers as Helaena only pushed deeper and quickened her movements. Still, she sucked; half wishing her mother could still spill milk like she had once done so many years ago now. It filled Helaena with desire to see such a thing as she drooled over her mother’s soft skin.

Her own fantasies had Helaena biting down; she would mark Alicent so when she bathed - that was all she could see. Her fingers were completely coated with her mother’s wetness as she began to thrash on the sheets. It was a delight to see her mother in such a way; all undone and soft edges. Helaena desired more of it. “Will you allow Cole into your bed again, mother?” Helaena whispered; tongue moving over her pretty, pink nipple again and again. Alicent could only gasp aloud; eyes rolling as a third finger was pushed in. Helaena’s palm began to hit her clit with each thrust. “Helaena…please..” She hardly knew what she was begging for now.

“Mother…you are mine now, hm?” Helaena purred as she crawled up her mother’s body; her fingers playing with her still. Their noses brushed together as she stared down; Alicent’s own brown eyes were glazed over in pleasure. “Yes…only ever yours.” Alicent whispered out through the mewls of pleasure escaping her. Helaena only smirked; the words had her body singing as she leaned in and passionately captured her mother’s soft, delicious tasting lips. Alicent could only gasp in shock; slowly returning to her senses but Helaena only pushed her tongue to dance whilst her fingers easily brought the Dowager Queen to the edge. Alicent only tightened around her sweet love’s fingers; eyes rolling once more as she gripped at the sheets around her. Gods, what had become of her, she thought whilst her climax ripped through her without care or warning. Still, Helaena did not stop as she pressed open mouthed kisses down Alicent’s soft neck. Shivers ran down her spine as she whined and tried to escape her daughter’s touches but she only quickened them. The night was far from over.

[torturedpoetskywalker]

I need more Gwaynicent fics SO bad !!

[luckylana]

A quick modern magic helaegond. Because if nobody does content with your pairing you have to do it by yourself 😁

Please don't reblog to vk