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anamazingangie · 2 years ago

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levirate by AmazingAngie

Aemond Targaryen x Helaena Targaryen

lev·i·rate

/ˈlevərət,ˈlevəˌrāt/

noun: a custom by which a man may be obliged to marry his brother's widow.

Rated E / 3k / Complete

Tags: Minor Character Death, Period-Typical Underage, Loss of Virginity, Wedding Night, Vaginal Sex, Breeding

Some things were forgone conclusions in her mind, causing visions to play across her dreams like actors on a stage. It was how she knew certain things were to come, certain deaths and events and outcomes.

But things could always be changed, by a decision made rashly – an extra drink, leading to a missed step. Or the gentle press on a shoulder, sending someone tumbling at the hand of his brother. No one would know what happened, save for Aemond.

Everyone would simply know it was tragic, how Aegon Targaryen had perished on the night of his matrimony – drunkenly stumbling from a staircase, the bannister doing nothing to bear his fall but bash his head.

It happened after the vows, but before the bedding – the young prince was on his way to Helaena, his new wifes’, chambers when he fell. The cacophony of cracking stones and bones summoning the guards to his body, but even with their fast approach they were too late. The boy was lost to this world, lying battered and broken in his own blood.

It was a tragedy.

People would look back on it as lucky, for Helaena at least, that her younger brother was so noble. Had the foresight, even amongst tragedy, to speak with Viserys about her future – her reputation, and the expectations upon her. After all, she was a woman ready for motherhood – prepared to uphold the marriage vows she had taken on that day. And surely, it would be cruel to deprive her from the planned future, even if Aegon—her husband, perished.

Viserys agreed, wanting what was best for his daughter. Levirate marriage was not uncommon amongst nobility, much less Targaryen’s. There was a truth, to one brother being as good as another – Aemond could take his brother's place, perhaps not as heir presumptive, but at least in Helaena’s life.

And so it was Aemond who told the news to Helaena, as he imposed upon her rooms. Her chambers were familiar to him, and she grinned as he entered them – that smile she always saved just for him. One he rarely returned, for he rarely smiled at all, but when he did, it was often for her. His eldest sister, and the most joyful creature and companion amongst the Red Keep.

But truly, he was telling Helaena something but not telling her something new. He could see by the look in her eye that she was unsurprised, and so Aemond asked her – “Had you seen this coming?” He knew of her visions, of her dreams. But she shook her head, and it was true – she had not. The visions of her wedding night were always full of Aegon’s cruelty. She felt prepared for it but somehow disbelieving that it was the truth. Not when people knew of Aegon's proclivities, and how little regard he had always shown for his sister. Aemond knew her fears, knew of her dreams – he knew of her love for him. And she had felt his love for her.

She had known, somehow, that he would not let something so awful be forced upon her. She had not expected him to take her brother’s place in this act – taking command of both her hand and marital bed, but she would not complain either, not when she had the opportunity to be with her favorite brother.

They never got enough time together, not anymore. In youth they had been the closest of their siblings, both in age and in spirit. But time and injury had hardened her brother, so desperate to prove his place as something more than the third child.

He’d always been more than that to her. He’d been kind. He thought that mattered little in life, compared to things like smarts and bravery which he also had in spades, but she thought it most important of all. It was something people so rarely stopped to regard her with, but he had been steadfast in his devotion to niceness towards her for as long as he could speak.

It seemed in this he was the only one who also saw her, and knew her for what she was – her vision and dreams and childish fantasies. And he loved her in spite of them, or perhaps because of them. She trusted him, with her life and heart and with this too – more than she ever would Aegon.

“Will you mourn him?” Aemond asked her, taking a step closer to her. “Perhaps.” She said, thoughtful. And she thought she would, one day, when the loss was farther away – when she missed him, she could mourn him, but she could not do so tonight. Not on what was supposed to be her wedding day.

Not when she had dreaded his touch for months, years, ever since her first blood when she was a girl of thirteen. When she was turned a woman and told of her future duty. Of how she would marry and make heirs with Aegon even when he was cruel to her, and to all others but their mother.

No, tonight would be one of celebration, as it was intended to be. Celebration of a marriage formed with her dear brother.

“You must know what we will have to do tonight.” He said hesitantly – “For the marriage is not seen as valid in the eyes of the Seven until…” He trailed off, a sweet flush coming across his cheeks. She sat on her bed, for her legs were now trembling. She smoothed the silk of her sleeping dress with sweaty palms before speaking, “Have you done such things before, brother?” She asked, watching his expression closely seeing if his blush would intensity. She was disappointed, when it did not, but his eyes shut and he let out a little gasp – as if he was haunted by the ghost of a memory.

“Yes,” he said, the word quiet on his lips. “A few times. On Silk Street.” he admitted, tongue wetting his dry lips but his eyes remaining closed, “Then,” she said, “You’ll have to teach me.”

His eyes snapped open, meeting hers – she laughed at his expression of shock! “Brother I am not so daft that I cannot be taught.” His expression softened at that, “I’ve never thought you daft,” he said and she smiled at that. For it was true, even when the Maesters had doubted her intellect her brother thought her clever, in her own way.

He said he would read twice as much, one book for himself and one for her. And as long as they were together, they would know all they needed too. It had been the childish musings of a young boy, but she had remembered it – kept the memory close, how even then he desired to protect her.

“I know,” she said, because she did. “ I think, unlike sums, perhaps this is something I can excel at,” she said with a blush, for now that the thought was of doing it with Aemond, it did not seem so awful.

She knew bits of what was to come, from mother, and from her sister – Rhaenyra was not her friend, but she was not so cruel as to leave her entire education in Alicent’s clutches. She had promised pleasure could come from it, when the attentions were wanted.

And she was realizing…she quite wanted Aemond, in this way and in this moment.

She wasn’t sure how they were drawn together – who stepped to who, only that they were suddenly close. A whisper apart, chins tilted to each other. She realized she would have to go on tiptoes to kiss him, unlike when she had met her other brother's lips earlier that same day. Gods, was that only hours ago? It felt like an eternity, as she tipped her chin to Aemond.

She had never kissed him before, not on the lips, not since youth when kisses came easily with no consequences. She could not remember the last time they met, for she would have only been a girl of three–maybe four, and he even less. Her mother began to tell her what was appropriate then, her actions needing to resemble that of a princess even in the beginnings of childhood.

Even if she remembered, she knew her memories would not be of this. This spark that seemed to light when their lips met.

His hand pressed to her cheek, and hers drew a line across the sharp edge of his jaw.

They were a mismatched set, mother always said – the same pale skin, eyes and hair, but she was all soft curves where her brothers were sharp and hardened. Aemond’s face was long, and angular, but she thought him handsome – even if he lacked an eye. It had never bothered her, and she had come to treasure the reminder on his face of that day. Of what he had taken, and his bravery.

She would be brave too, on this day, she thought, as their lips met again. It was gentle, the soft meeting of mouths. It was unfamiliar, but gods it was good, she could not help but lean into his lips and gasp as he returned the kiss in earnest. His hands held her so reverently as he tipped her chin, his tongue parting her lips when she gasped against his own.

This was…different, she thought, this was warm and his lips were inviting and it made her moan. She had not expected that from a mere kiss, had not expected it at all on a night like this.

She was being walked backwards she realized, until her legs hit the bed, until she was tumbling against sheets and pressed beneath her brother. His hands steadied himself on her waist, his lips roaming down the slope of her neck. He stayed there for a time, licking light marks into the flesh of her exposed clavicle, before his fingers roamed to the ties of her slip.

He pulled back, looking at her for confirmation, and she nodded, feeling hot and sweaty beneath the silk nightdress. It was not a grand covering, and its straps easily fell to her waist when it was loosened. Aemond was reverent in admiring his conquest, his fingers tracing lightly across the tips of her full breasts.

She’s so soft, Aemond thought. She was not sharp and skinny like the girls from the pleasure houses Aegon dragged him to. She had curves, gentle slopes, bones covered in flesh for she had lived a generous life as princess. He just wanted to look as if she was a priceless artifact, he couldn’t bear to touch for they risked ruining it. But his fingers itched to touch, until they could not resist and they brushed the tips of each breast.

He weighed the globes in his palms, his calloused thumbs making her shiver as they brushed across the sensitive peaks. He was trying to remember what he’d learned, what the girls had said – they said to be gentle. But it was hard to be that, when he felt so tense. So ready to release, at the sight of her partially undressed.

He was still dressed, he realized, and he was clumsy as he moved to remedy that – fingers feeling too large as they untied the neck of his tunic, rucking it up from his tunic while Helaena lay looking at him. God he thought, she was like an angel, with her silver hair and soft silhouette. He didn’t dare look away as he unlaced his breeches, shoving them to the floor and tearing off his shirt. She sat up when he was naked before her, examining the flesh revealed to her with the same admiration he had shown her form.

“It’s different than I thought.” She admitted, as she reached to stroke the tip of his cock. “I’m not as brave as you, to ride something so large upon first sight.” She admitted, and he laughed as he brought their lips back together, “You’d wait until I was saddled for you, like Dreamfyre?” And it was her turn to laugh, and god the sound was like that of angels singing. Truer perfection had never existed on this earth.

She continued to stroke, “Perhaps I just need to acquaint myself with it first.” She said before removing her hand and leaning back on her palms. There was a sense of…comfort to this, of being together even in their near nude states. A familiarity born from childhood, years spent together playing making this not feel so different. A different game, one that suited their new maturity. Their marriage.

It would have been awkward with someone else, Helaena thought, she wondered if it had been for Aemond and the whores. He was not a charmer like her uncle, though she thought him just as handsome. Some –perhaps most, would find the press of his lips too firm and his gaze too cold. But much like he knew her, she knew him, and that the icy gaze hid a warm heart.

“Come closer,” she said, bidding him to come stand between her thighs. He had to arch to meet her face like this, and she smoothed her hand down the plain of his back. Her hand moved to his cheek, stroking the scars extending from the patch he wore. “You’re still wearing this brother, are we not supposed to be bared to each other?” He shook his head, “You don’t want to see—” He started, but she interrupted him, her thumbnail lifting the patch – “I want to see all of you.”

She stroked the flesh below the empty socket, filled with a sapphire where an eye should be. “You’re so handsome,” She whispered, their lips meeting again. “You’re beautiful,” He said, as he followed her back onto the bed.

They kissed for a time, lips becoming acquainted as tongues came into play. But she did not complain as he roamed lower, lips brushing her shoulder – her breast, and then lower. This was…not something she knew of, not something mentioned in Alicent’s perfunctory explanations.

But she would not argue with his brother, as his mouth descended on her folds. Her eyes squeezed shut, as her hands found purchase in his silver locks. She couldn’t hold back the gasp, the buck of her hips as his tongue met her nether lips, gods, she didn’t know it could feel like this. She had not dreamed of such pleasure!

A finger curled into her, and she hissed at the stretch – though it was small, compared to her brother's member. It felt good though, as it slid inside her – eased by his tongue and her own moisture. She felt hot there, the wet heat only seeming to grow as his tongue's enthusiasm increased.

She was shaking and she realized something was happening –she was the crest of a wave and she was crashing to shore, body exhausted as it relaxed upon hitting hardened ground. She was breathless when Aemond’s lips returned to hers, wet with her own slick and salty –like the sea she felt in the moment– but not unpleasant as his tongue once again met hers.

His fingers lingered, even when his mouth did not – first one, and then two to prepare her. The third hurt and she yelped but he soothed her, rubbing little circles above her folds in a way that made her unclench some, pushing her once again towards the precipice of release.

His lips broke from hers only to ask if she was ready – and she wasn’t sure but she nodded, and then she could feel his length seeking entry. Pressing against her folds as she willed them to open for him. “You have to relax,” Aemond moaned, sounding near pained as he pressed more of his length into her. She didn’t think it was going to fit, what had felt warm and right with his tongue now felt dry and too large. “I can’t,” she gasped, feeling ready to burst when he couldn’t have been more than an inch inside her.

But then he kissed her, and that was warm and right and it somehow managed to loosen her cunt, allowing more of his length in even as the press was overwhelming. She was gasping too much now to do much but gape like a fish while Aemond pressed kisses into the curve of her neck.

“It’s going to hurt for just – one – moment,” Aemond said, each word punctuated with a small thrust of his hips. He braced himself on the bed, hands behind her and then with a single deep thrust he was seated inside her.

She was sure she screamed, her hands reaching to cover her face as she gasped into them for gods it hurt. It ached, so deep inside her, she thought she was split in two! She looked down when she could, positive she would be able to see the appendage inside her. She could feel it in her gut, and it hurt so much.

Aemond was sweet, pressing kisses to her hairline as he tried to calm her. But it wasn’t until he spoke – wasn’t until he begged, “ Imagine the future Helaena— the hundredth time, our children.” He said with a gasp, clearly struggling to control himself.

And yes…yes that was good, she could picture it now, the overwhelming need for him, for release. Writhing beneath him and begging for more, luxuriating in hardened thrusts that brought her nothing but pleasure. A baby boy, and a girl, with silver hair. Her stomach swollen once more, and her husband once again inside her.

When she focused on their future, the pain faded – she was lost to sensations of pleasure, the lifetime of it he’d provide her with. And that was so great she did not come back to herself until his hips were moving and she was rocking to meet them.

This was good, this was right, this was how it was meant to be. Her and her brother becoming one, “We’re going to have babies.” She sobbed, because she could see them – and their perfect little faces, and his cock was going to give them to her.

Aemond was already barely holding on, the feeling of piercing inside her…she was so small and the way she stretched while clinging to his cock. It was too tight. It was too much. It was perfect, but then she was crying, and he tried to distract her, and now she was talking about babies and all he could think was of her full of his seed – it spilling out, and into her womb, and making her round and full and god he was so close. He was desperately pressing at her clitoris, like the whores had shown him, trying to wring out one last bit of pleasure before he came inside of her.

He wasn’t sure if he succeeded, but Helaena looked satisfied as he curled his larger body around her.

He was embarrassed by how quickly his length hardened again, how much pent up want he had for her. But she was eager too, for her body to welcome him, and she gave herself to him again and again throughout the night until her cunt was sloppy and full of his spend.

It was a beautiful sight, that of his sister –he wanted to keep her like this forever. And as he brushed a finger across her breast he thought, she just might let him.

Kinslaying might be a sin but this…it was worth going to hell for. For this, he thought, was heaven.

She stirred in his sleep, and his length begged to wake her again.

Just once more, he thought, to make certain you’re pregnant.

It was fitting, for death and life to be created on the same day.

A celebration, to be sure.

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