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vhagarys · 6 months ago

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Sired (mini series)

aegon x reader, aemond x reader

PT. 2

summary: you are elated at the celebration that awaits on your eight and tenth name day. little do you know, you brothers have an unexpected surprise for you.

warnings: vampires, canon-typical incest (its the targaryens love), dub-con, smut, blood-drinking, manipulation?, all hail king daemon, siring?, probably more but I can’t think of any.. oops

MDNI

The slight shard of light piercing through the drawn curtains seared into your retinas.

Everything hurts.

The tang of rage, the sweetness of flowers, the mustiness of neglect clogged each nostril.

You could not breathe.

The itchiness of the duvet, the corset digging painfully into your ribcage.

You were suffocating.

Your eyes shot open, and you screamed.

The sound reverberated throughout the library, travelling down the halls.

“Sweet girl, I’m right here.” You jolted as the shadow of your mother’s hand encroached upon your quaking form.

“Get away! All of you! Out!” When you felt no movement from any person in the room, you took it upon yourself to bolt down the hallway.

Everything hurts, it hurts.

Stumbling down the corridor, you failed to register the passerby’s lifting an eyebrow in judgement at the queer behavior from the princess.

You could hardly see a foot in front of you. The sounds, the smells, the lights.

It was too much.

Quiet. I need quiet.

Such desire for solitude led you to the first door handle you could detect, forcing your way into the room as your eyes began to adjust to the offending lights.

In the bed was Ser Tyrin Lannister, laid with a foreign woman, whom both turned at your sudden intrusion.

The exotic women pulled the duvet over her bare form, eyes wide in confusion.

“Princess Y/N! I-is there something I may be of service? I apologize for my indecen-”

He smelled divine.

Slowly, you stalked toward the two of them, something unlike that of this world directing you towards the coppery smell.

Your lack of response only served to unnerve the two even more.

“Princess! What do you think your’e doing. Please! Leave! This is highly inappropriate!”

The clanging of his heartbeat was music to your ears. Grabbing his shaking hand, you brought it close to you, listening to his body quake in distress.

The pair of them exchanged frantic looks, Ser Tyrin gently yet forcefully attempting to remove his hand from your vice grip, which only seemed to tighten at his attempt.

“I’m so thirsty,” your mouth felt as dry as sandpaper.

You began to run your nose up and down his lower arm.

Rising quickly, the girl fetched a glass of water and shoved it toward you.

“Here, princess. Please, drink this.” You snapped out of your daze at the prospect of finally relieving your thirst and grabbed the chalice.

Gulping down the contents, you dropped the glass.

“More.”

The girl nodded. “Give me a moment, I will fetch you more,” and quickly retreated from the room.

She raced through the halls in search of a maester, swordsman, anyone who may help.

After turning down many empty corridors, she finally spotted the royal family walking frantically through the halls.

Stopping abruptly in front of them, she bowed deeply.

“My apologies, King Daemon. But I come with news regarding the princes-”

“Speak child. Where is she?”

Immediately, she began leading them back to the room you were currently occupying.

A blood-curdling scream rang down the hallway they entered.

Your brothers bolted down the hall, swinging the door open and revealing you sat behind Ser Tyirin, your teeth inches deep into the side of neck, blood pouring heavily down his small clothes.

Screaming again, he met the eyes of your brothers.

“She is mad! Call the maesters! Get her off of me.” The man twitched and clawed helplessly at your arms encircling him like a viper.

The pair couldn’t help but feel the arousal of watching their little sister have her fill of the chubby, old man, effectively completing her transition.

Their cocks stirred before Aemond finally spoke,

“Sister. Listen to my voice. Remove yourself from him. Come here, come to me.”

The sound of your brother’s soothing voice swept over you like a blanket, and you soon found yourself dropping the bleeding man and walking toward your family.

You were quite the vision.

Your lower face was completely coated in scarlet, sharp, long canines protruding from your lips. The dark colored gown your wore luckily hid the ever present stains of Ser Lannister.

Tips of your silver hair was muddled with blood.

Grasping your brother’s outstretched hand, he tucked a piece of silver behind your ear before whispering, “Good girl, you're alright, everything is alright.”

Dazed from the heavy helping of blood, you muttered tiredly, “I’m sorry, brother. I-I do not know what came over me.”

Your mother made to move toward you, whom was halted by your other brother’s raised palm, silently demanding her to stay in her place.

“Tis no reason to apologize, little one. Let’s go clean you up, okay rinistos?” (little one)

You leaned into him.

Pained wheezes escaped the mouth of the dying Lannister. The king ordered the nearest maid to dispose of his body with discretion.

Alicent grabbed Aegon and pulled him aside.

“She needs to know what is happening to her. Leave me with her so I can speak to her.”

He took his mother’s hands in his.

“Mother, you know it will be easier for me to, especially now.”

Her eyes narrowed and her grip tightened.

“How could you do th-”

“Come, brother,” Aemond beckoned him into your chambers.

With a final look, he smiled condescendingly down at his mother, and turned away.

Closing the door behind you, Aemond immediately began to clean you.

Removing the first layer of your gown, Aegon’s feet moved before his brain, stopping behind you and pulling lightly at the laces of your corset.

“Would you like this off, little sister?” you wordlessly nodded.

He savored the act of pulling each string loose, unwrapping you like a present before your were left in your light pink small clothes.

Aemond motioned for the servants to run a bath.

You turned to look at your older brother, tears breaching your lash line.

“What have I done?” You trembled as the weight of your actions began to sink in.

He responded by pulling you into his embrace, pushing his nose into you hair to smell the perfume that still lingered in your roots.

“Shhhh, sister. This is just a part of who you are. Of who we are,” He gently ushered you towards the steaming bath.

Questions swirled through your brain as you absentmindedly removed your small clothes, savoring in the heat of the water on your skin before fully submerging yourself.

The brothers seemed to communicate wordlessly as Aemond began to clean the drying blood from your chest and face.

“You see, dear sister, when a Targaryen reaches adulthood, they must complete their transformation”.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s what makes us the most powerful lineage in Westeros. You see, the hunger you possess is a sign of your immortality.”

Before you could inquire further, your brother Aegon came into vision, a trembling servant girl next to him.

“Do not be afraid, sweet girl,” he whispered to the frightened girl, before turning his attention back to you.

Reaching for a small knife at his side, he brought it to the girl’s left wrist.

Panicked, you sat up.

“Aegon, stop this, do not harm her. Please.”

Smirking lightly, he traced a small line into her flesh, a small crimson trail following in it’s path.

You froze.

“You want to taste?” A drop of her blood fell into your bath and you couldn’t help the growl that left you.

You should be disgusted by the sight of the girl bleeding in front of you. What possessed you to lean closer, you could not comprehend.

“Don’t fight it. Go ahead, we know what’s best for you,” your brother Aemond’s voice wafted through the air.

Leaning forward, you took her hand in yours, licking up the path of red up to the wound.

Before you could process your actions, you yanked the girl into the tub, drowning out the sound of her cries as you further opened the cut and began to suck the life from her.

“Fuck,” Aegon made no move to stop you as he felt himself harden.

Aemond fared no better though tried to intervene.

“Control, sister. You mustn’t kill her.” He went to grab your arm to pull you away.

Your newly grown set of fangs sparkled in the candle light as you hissed, startling him enough to back away.

Eying the new puncture wound, you squeezed your eyes shut and released the most wanton moan as you continued your ministrations.

“Taste her. Here,” you offered her wrist to Aemond.

Aegon began to palm himself through his trousers, insanely aroused by the scene before him.

Unable to maintain his resolve, he accepted your offer and tore into the girl’s wrist.

Athirst for another taste, you traveled up to her shoulder and lapped at the juncture between shoulder and neck and indulged once more.

Euphoria consumed you as you took more and more and more.

Aegon could no longer simply watch. Fully clothed, he kneeled into the bath on the other side of the servant girl and found himself nipping at her unclaimed skin.

“You can spare some more, can’t you?” he whispered to the now unconscious girl as he too tore into supple flesh, filling his mouth with the warm liquid.

If only someone came to witness the erotic scene in your chambers.

Aemond was the first to pull away, admiring his siblings for a moment.

“Mmmm,” you parted from the corpse , smiling as you witnessed Aegon lose himself.

You could feel the arousal begin to leak down your thighs, and you began to rub your thighs together, shamelessly chasing relief.

The brother’s nostrils flared at the smell of you invading their senses.

Lost in the lust of the moment, Aegon retracted his fangs and tossed the limp body to the side and brought your lips to his in a filthy exchange of tongues.

He pulled you to mount him, and almost immediately you felt his hardness rutting against you.

You both whined.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure, you matched his movements and ground your weeping center down and began to hump against your brother.

You leaned down in a frantic exchange of spit and tongue, Aegon shoving his muscle down your throat as he began to grope at your sensitive breasts.

The bundle of nerves inside you began to build, your hips began to move faster, desperate to taste the building pleasure inside of you.

A forceful tug to your hair sent you splashing and stumbling into the water.

Aegon whined loudly as his weeping cock twitched helplessly.

The hand in your hair held you in place, your brother Aemond lightly peppering kisses down the side of your neck as you squirmed and reached down to finish yourself.

“Stop.” Aemond commanded.

You obeyed.

“Hmmm. That was quite the spectacle. Humping each other like bitches in heat. Absolutely pathetic.”

His words went straight to your core, your cunny throbbing with need as he reached down to lightly roll one of your rosy buds between his fingers.

“It seems my brother hasn’t yet learned how to use the cock between his legs.. Would you like me to show you how good a nice cock feels, sister?”

“Please, please brother. It hurts, s-so bad,” your big, glossy eyes stared up at him.

Groaning at your easy submission, he scooped you out of the tub and roughly tossed you on the bed.

You heard the bath slosh as Aegon tumbled from it and approach you.

“Sit.” Aemond motioned behind him to the chair next to the bed.

“But-” A quick look from your brother dissolved any words from Aegon’s throat, and hesitantly he sat.

Aemond stood at the foot of the bed, reveling in your glistening bare skin, the rounded swell of your breasts, and your plump cunt pink from abuse.

“Open up, dear sister. Show me where it hurts.”

Aegon whined pathetically in the corner.

Obeying, you spread your legs to reveal the slick leaking down the insides of your thighs.

As if a predator, he slowly crawled toward your exposed center, mouth parted with desire to taste the sweet nectar.

Kissing and lapping up the residue, he slowly traveled up and down until he reached the apex of you thighs.

“Brother please,” your breathy whimper shot straight to his core.

The sting of his palm slapping your pearl felt like electricity surging through you.

Smirking at your reaction, he repeated the movement twice more before plunging his tongues into your succulent folds.

Your body spazzed uncontrollably at the foreign sensation of his wet muscle frantically slurping you dry.

He allowed you to grab hold of his hair as you began to grind against his tongue, a line of drool leaving your lips.

“Seven hells,” Aegon painfully gripped the arm of the chair until soon it was torn off, wooden shards scattering the floor.

Lost in the wet heat of your brothers tongue, your moans grew louder at his persistent assault on your pearl.

Aemond smirked as he felt your legs began to tremble around him, igniting a fire to make you finish in his mouth.

A slight touch on your cheek jolted your eyes open.

Your brother Aegon peered down with a desire you’d never seen.

“Is he making you feel good, mandia?” (sister) Aegon smiled mischievously.

Aemond aimed his dissatisfaction towards him with a growl, which was ignored in favor of feeling the softness of your lips against his fingers.

You preened at his touch, kissing and lightly suckling at the tip, leaning up to meet his gaze.

“Fuck, you are a vision,” he watched you take in more of his digit into your warm, wet mouth.

Eyes rolled back into your head, your hips began to jerk, a telltale sign you were near release.

Removing his finger, he traveled down the expanse of his chest and scooped your breast in his hand.

You squealed when he rolled your pebbled breasts between his fingers.

“Ah! Brother, I- I’m ughh I-” your voice trailed off as words escaped you. The euphoria of both brothers hands and mouths on you wiping your mind clear of thought.

“Seems you’ve rendered her brainless, brother. Not a single thought running through that head, hm pretty girl?”

You moaned louder.

“Please! Please! Please, lekia!” (Brother)

You knew not what you begged for. The words stumbled frantically from your mouth.

Aemond could not have stopped from tasting the sweet release between your legs, even if someone attempted to pry him away from you.

Tongue replaced fingers, Aegon suckled hard at your nipples like a babe desperate for milk.

The pleasure was too much.

You attempted to pull away, afraid of the foreign intensity your were experiencing.

Gripping your legs hard enough to bruise, Aemond continued his merciless ministrations.

Oxygen became scarce as your older brother wrapped his hands around the middle of your neck, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp.

“We’ve already ruined you, haven’t we sweet girl,” his smile was sinister.

His pupils were dilated, filled with red as sharp carmine’s peeked out from his lip as he applied more pressure.

Instinctively, your hands flew up to his in attempt to pry him off of you.

He tutted and leaned down closer, whispering in your ear.

“I’ll do whatever I wish with you, riñītsos. Haven’t you figured that out? We own you now.” (Little girl)

You continued to struggle as you teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

Your eyes filled with tears and met his gaze. Once you seized trying to escape his grasp, he loosened his grip.

“Good girl. Such a good girl for us,” he kissed your forehead.

His finger traveled down to the set of bite marks on your clavicle and pressed. Hard.

A blood curling scream left you as you were pushed into the black abyss from the pleasure your brothers gave you.

Surrounded in darkness, your body fell into a deep sleep.

After lapping up the remnants of your release, Aemond removed himself from the apex of your legs.

He stood up and a patch of wetness stained the front of his trousers.

Aegon eyed the stain and then the remains of your release still clung to Aemonds lips.

As if possessed, he rushed to his brother and pulled him into a rough clash of lips, a fiery yearning to get a taste of you.

It was filthy.

Aemond leaned into it, allowing his brother to take control and lick him clean.

Scarlet eyes stared back at each other as they finally pulled away.

“I need more,” Aegon whispered, hands still firmly wrapped around the sides of his brothers face.

“You will get your turn. She is ours now, brother.”

They both looked down at your sleeping form.

Your pale skin glistened under the candle light and a soft hum escaped your lips.

authors note: they can get it, any day, any time of the week.

- alie 👹

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