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sunfyresrider · 2 years ago

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 | Aegon T.

✧Summary: Ever since you were a child you found solace in the faith. As you grew so did your devotion to the gods. You were hellbent on becoming a septa and remaining pure. Until one cursed night you stumble upon a scene that tests your faith and continues to do so until you reach your breaking point. ✧Tags: religious themes, religious guilt, Aegon issss, well, a whore, targcest, wet dreams, some spicy church smut. ✧Author’s Note: Anon, my love, your request was very long so I didn’t put it in the post itself. I hope you find this and enjoy it<3 ps I did not edit the smut scene bc i got embarassed

You had always been a good girl, your mother’s favorite. You were hopelessly devoted to the gods and worshiped them as you were supposed to. You did not sin, unless it was necessary, and it rarely was. You did what your mother said no questions asked. You attended septa lessons and the sept frequently, as those were the only things that mattered to you.

The clothes you wore were never flashy, you seldom wore jewelry. Sometimes you paired them with a hair net or cowl to conceal your hair, as was expected of women of the faith. You did not flaunt your body, nor did you flaunt yourself. You followed the rules and found solace in them.

Unlike your sweet sister who would in time be wed, have children and live out her life as somebody’s wife, you were hell bent on becoming a septa. What better way to prove your devotion than becoming a servant of the faith? Your siblings were not the same, the Targaryens in general were not the same.

They all sinned needlessly, whether it be incest or premarital bedding they all did it and assumed themselves to be exempt from the gods punishments. You knew better, of course, as was expected of a servant of the gods. However, tonight was much different than the rest.

You should have been in bed by this hour. If your mother found, you she would surely chastise you. But Merexes, your cat, had escaped and you could not sleep without her. You delicately creeped around the keep, avoiding any guards stationed outside during the nighttime. Though half of them looked as if they were asleep standing up, it was better to be cautious.

“Mer,” you whispered loudly. “Here kitty kitty, it’s time for bed.” your voice faintly echoed throughout the corridor. You heard some noises coming from the eastern part of Maegor’s holdfast. Perhaps Helaena had stolen her away in the night and failed to tell you.

You didn’t like this part, the area where your eldest brother slept. It was dark and dingy, his guard Ser Arryk was almost always sent away so Aegon could do whatever he pleased. What he did you did not know, but you were sure it was against the faith. There were only a few candles in this corridor, making the darkened stone walls appear far scarier than they should be.

“Meraxes, where are you, my love?” Your voice was shaky, more nervous than previously. A small gush of wind made an eerie noise causing you to jump. You really did not like this place at night. “Here kitty kitty,” you tried again in a louder whisper. The breeze chilled your shoulder, causing you to wrap your shawl around tighter. It was foolish to leave your room in your night clothes too, your mother would not approve.

At the end of the hallway there was a faint light flickering, in the shadow it casted you could see a tail gently swaying accompanied by mewling. Your entire mood shifted as you raced towards her, calling out her name quietly. You lost focus of your surroundings as you swiftly lifted her into your arms before she could resist. You squeezed her gently, placing kisses on her head.

But your focus was pulled away, the sound of mewling did not stop and it was not coming from your cat. You turned on your heels, peeking around the corner. The thing you saw was beyond sinful, a direct violation of every commandment the gods had. The eldest of your siblings, Aegon, had a woman wrapped around her waist. He was thrusting into her, in the bare at that. For a moment you were too stunned to move, your feet firmly planted into the floor. Your eyes were nearly popping out of your head, a crimson blush covering your exposed skin.

It felt as if the room was on fire, a swirling sensation beginning to form in your gut. You were sure your mouth hung agape; you had never ever seen anything so vulgar in your life before… As if sensing they were being watched the girl whipped her head over to see you, she let out a scream signaling you were there.

It immediately snapped you out of your daze, you sprinted towards your bedroom refusing to look back. Meraxes bouncing in your arms as you dodged through your door, slamming it shut behind you. You paced around your room, panting whilst trying to catch your breath. Aemond always said he was the definition of sin, and you should have listened. You should had stayed in your chambers; you should had left before you witnessed anything.

You shook your head, trying to banish the vile images from your mind. You felt dirty, even though you had not gone near mud. You forced yourself into the bed, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to forget everything you had seen. It was nearly impossible, especially with this unknown desire that now plagued you.

There was a warm sensation in between your legs. The feeling of something wet lapping at an area you never dared touch.Your core felt as if it was tingling, causing your body to squeeze around something. You lowered your hand, grabbing at the hair of whoever’s head was down there. The appendage moved in circles around you, eliciting sensations you had never felt prior. His hands moved to cup at your breasts, squeezing your nipples to pull soft moans out of you. You lazily opened your eyes, looking down to see who was bringing you such pleasure….. “Aegon?”

You jumped awake, scanning your room for any intruders. You lifted your night dress to see if anything had happened, yet you found nothing but wet bed sheets. Your core ached for something you did not know… And you felt dirty once more. Incest was one of the greatest sins, accompanied by whatever else you had done in your dreams.

You had the maids fetch you a bath as soon as you woke, scrubbing ceaselessly at your skin to wash away the sin you didn’t want. By the time you had finished your skin was reddened and raw. Still, the feeling of uncleanliness did not leave you. The throbbing between your thighs refused to leave.

You were meant to attend septa lessons today and walk around the gardens with Helaena to search for bugs, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave your room. Instead, you attempted to find solace in the book of the seven. As you read you kept your legs crossed, it was the only way you had found to cease the ache a little.

There was nothing in the book you could find that explained your new feelings. However, it is said that prostitution and promiscuity is against the faith and outlawed. You knew about the women who bed men before marriage, but promiscuity was a large word you hadn’t heard the definition before. In general, bedding was actually seen as bad but was ignored since you needed it to have children.

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you were never taught what bedding was. You knew a man laid with a woman, but the details were not given to you. Since you were adamant on becoming a septa, those lessons were never extended to you…

You could only presume what your brother was doing was bedding…

You gave up on the religious scripture, though it said many things most of them you couldn’t understand. What you knew in your heart was the thoughts in your mind were sinful, the thing you saw last night was sinful. And if you kept going on like this you would burn in the seven hells.

But you are young, and curiosity got the best of you. Which is why you sought out your elder sister, she’s the smartest and least judgmental. If anyone in this realm had the answers you sought after it would be her. So, you forced yourself out of your chambers and into the gardens with her.

It had just rained the other day, which meant many new sorts of creatures crawled out of the dirt. Underneath the neatly trimmed shrubbery was an array of different worms, in the flower beds there were many beetles and a few flying insects who buzzed constantly.

Foraging for insects was not something you necessarily enjoyed, but it would get her in high spirits before you used her as a living dictionary. You made your way to the gods wood, a favorite destination of hers. Every time you went you laid in the same position, your head on her lap and her leaned against the tree half asleep.

“Sister, if I may, can I ask a question?” She nodded silently, stroking your hair between her fingers. “You must swear you won’t get angry.” Helaena let out a soft hmm, enjoying basking in the sun. “What exactly does bedding entail?” Her eyes opened, a bit of surprise lacing her features. “I should have guessed mother never told you... Basically a man puts his penis inside a woman’s body until his seed spills and hopefully a babe will come from it.”

It was now your turn to look surprised, you opened your mouth to say that was all you needed but she continued. “That’s for producing an heir. If a man lays with a woman for pleasure, they do all sorts of things. A man may put his penis in her mouth, she may sit on his face and have him lick her, sometimes they touch themselves together… That’s what Aegon does when he disappears at night.”

Now you knew too much and regretted asking. “I believe all of these are sins in your religion so, you don’t have to worry about it. Why do you ask?” You were now flustered, and unspeakably embarrassed. However, speaking to Helaena of such things would probably bring more comfort than confessing to the Septon.., “I saw Aegon coupling last night, in the hallway.”

She let out a groan, sitting up from her place in the grass. “You know, I can’t count the amount of times Aemond and I have caught him. We specifically said to keep his doings away from you since you so badly yearn to become a septa… I’m sorry you had to witness that.”

The worst part of it all was that you didn’t regret it. You did in a way, you wished your eyes and mind had remained as pure as they were prior. However, you did not dislike the scene entirely. There was some sick and twisted part of you that wished it was you, that was enraged it was someone else.

Fool, you chastised yourself. You are breaking three commandments in a single day. Desires of the flesh, jealously, and worst of all incest. The guilt was overwhelming but the burning desire to know more was just as strong.

You would pray for the gods mercy tonight and every other night until this was gone.

Your mother forced you to attend supper this night. She had been worried you hid yourself away and refused you let you stay that way… She didn’t know you were protecting yourself from unlawful images! The vast table was almost always empty, usually only Aemond, Helaena, you and your mother attended them. You were thankful this was one of the things your brother strayed away from. You don’t think you could look him in the eye after last night.

However, the gods were testing you today just as they did last. In the midst of dining, whilst Helaena was telling you about the butterfly she saw today, he came strolling in. Aegon looked as he usually did, unclean. Though he had a lazy smirk plastered on his face as he took a seat at the table.

“Sister,” he nodded towards you, a sickly sweet greeting. Your body tensed, a sheen of blush coating your face. The monster had come to pull you into the depths of his depravity and you would not do it. “Nice of you to join us, Aegon.” Your mother gritted through her teeth. “Pray tell, what made you decide to show up today?”

“Aemond,” your mother attempted to chastise him. He sank back in his chair signaling one of the servants to fill his glass. “I just wished to see my family.” He glanced at you knowingly, you immediately turned your focus to the food in front of you. Your eyes occasionally met and each time they felt as if they scorched your soul.

“Hmm,” was all Aemond managed to say before he went back to eating. Your grandsire waved a hand so the bard would start playing, anything was better than the silence that shrouded family meals. Supper was no longer appetizing, you simply picked away at your food with the fork.

The bard began to play a familiar tune, one that many dance to. You closed your eyes and hummed along, ignoring anyone else in the room. For a moment it was peaceful and there were no thoughts plaguing you. Until you felt two fingers tap at your shoulder drawing you out of your daze, “May I have this dance?”

The gods were surely testing your devotion, you fumbled your words, unable to come up with a suitable excuse. “Oh my, how surprising! Sweetie, go dance with your brother.” Your mother nudged you forward, so unaware of the games her own flesh played.

You begrudgingly took his hand, his warmth radiating through you. His grip was firm yet gentle, his hands soft yet taut. Aegon led you to the center of the room, positioning his hand around your waist. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, images of where his hands were last night flooding your brain.

“You seem flustered today, any particular reason?” He spun you around, speaking lowly so no one else could hear. Somehow you managed to find your voice, “I haven't a clue what you’re saying.” Aegon chuckled, his grip on your squeezing harder than before. Hands traveling lower than what was deemed proper. “Someone as righteous as you shouldn’t be lying.” You dared to look him in his eyes, feeling the room starting to spin around you. Your entire body felt flushed, as if a dragon had shrouded you in their flames.

“I-I don’t lie,” your gaze fell to his feet on the floor. Aegon leaned in close so his hair brushed against your ear. He whispered, “So, if I ask you where you were last night, you’ll tell me the truth?” You looked at him and he looked at you, with that same smirk. You didn’t need to respond; you both knew what you saw. “Did you dream about me too? I swore I heard you calling my name from inside your chambers.”

Your head was spinning, the room going black for a moment. You could hear people talking, you could hear the bard playing, but it was muffled as if you were underwater. You felt your knees become weak, the heat rising to your cheeks. If it wasn’t for Aegon’s grip you surely would have fallen to the floor out of sheer embarrassment. “What a shame it would be if mother found out, you, her perfect septa lusted for your brother.”

It was as if someone was twisting your insides and trying to break your faith. He was teasing you, simply trying to pull you down to his own depths of depravity. You were not like him, you were not vulgar or licentious. You were better than he was and yet you felt as if you could melt into his touch. His words boiling inside you like a wildfire that reached your core. “M-may the gods have mercy on you, brother.”

Aegon hummed, his fingers digging into your hips. You closed your eyes and prayed to the gods that your cheeks weren't as red as they felt. Aegon kept dancing, seemingly unfazed by his teasing. The shame you felt was indescribable, there were not enough soaps in the world to cleanse you now.

Once the song came to an end Aegon stopped, slowly bringing you closer to him. He was staring into your eyes, a fire burning inside them. His lips pressed against your forehead, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I’ll keep this our secret, little septa.” He backed away from you, beckoning goodnight to everyone else. As soon as he left, you took a deep breath. You tried to calm yourself, feeling as if you were standing on a raft in a river while being pulled apart by two separate streams.

A gentle hand touched your shoulder, “don’t let him get to you. He revels in other people's misery.” Helaena stared at him while he left, eyes narrowed in his direction. “Will you take me to bed, please? I don’t feel hungry anymore…” She nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

The past several nights you were plagued with dreams of sin. If Aegon’s head was not between your legs, then he was inside of you. If he was not on top of you, he was beside you touching you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Each night you awoke to a wet bed, sweat on your skin and each morning you took a bath and tried to scrub away the night before.

It had gotten to the point you started to question the gods. Was this all a test to your devotion? If these feelings were so strong, was it truly sin after all? Yes, you reminded yourself, this was all terrible. Aegon was the living embodiment of everything the gods were against, a whore, a drunk, and everything else you could think of. Maybe that was why you were drawn to him; he was nothing like you.

You wanted to be better than him, you wanted to be better than anyone. Yet, you felt weak in his presence, you felt your mind start to spin each time he talked to you. If you could not escape him, maybe you could change him. You were sure that if Aegon was yours then the gods would forgive your sins, they would understand your passion and dedication. You had to believe that they would, after all, they were the ones who gave you this strength in the first place.

The sept was your very first destination of the day, the place where you would beg for forgiveness and for the gods to ease this burning inside of you. You lit a candle in front of you, lowering yourself to your knees and lacing your hands together.

You took a deep breath, “I come before you to pray for forgiveness and to beg for help. For I have fallen victim to this burning desire within me… You know I am much purer than the depraved crowd. You know I do not feel jealousy nor hatred for any of your other children… And yet when I see my brother all I can feel is desire, when he speaks with another woman I am filled with hate. I do not understand why I am not strong enough to fight this… So, I beg you, let him feel the fires of the seven hells and free me from this torment. Or give him to me and me alone and let me change him.”

You bowed your head, shutting your eyes and waiting for the gods to grant you a sign. For a moment, there was silence. You opened your eyes and stared at the candle in front of you, watching the flame flicker. Then you heard footsteps, “I should have assumed you would be here.” Aegon stalked forward, glancing at the statues around you. “Pray tell, why are you here?”

You felt your heart begin to pound, each beat like a hammer to the side of your ribs. Aegon crossed his arms, “I come here… sometimes.” His gaze fell on you, you couldn't stand being under his scrutiny.

“Since you’ve come so far, kneel with me brother,” you reached a hand out waiting for him to take it. Aegon stood there unsure, religion was never his forte. Still he took your hand and got on his knees in front of the gods. He cleared his throat, "what exactly am I meant to do?"

You gave him a gentle smile, "pray for mercy and forgiveness for your sins. And ask for guidance." Aegon scoffed, “is that what you do? Pray for forgiveness? What sins have you committed that need prayer?” You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you stared at him. "I simply pray for others' sake." Aegon clicked his tongue, "Lying in the house of the gods too? You’ve really taken a turn for the worse.”

Now all you could feel was guilt, was he always so capable of seeing through you? Would the gods punish you for a white lie? “It’s private.” He chuckled to himself, moving to sit on top of the stone you prayed before. “Who better to confess to than me? The gods will surely judge you for they’re too pure but I’m, as you said before, the living embodiment of sin.”

You stared up at him, from this angle he did seem godly to you, as if he was your sole god. As if he held a power over you that you did not possess. He beckoned you forward with a finger, placing it under your chin and lifting it so you faced him. "Come little septa, tell me what your holy self has done."

The beating of your heart grew louder, threatening to burst from your chest and fill the sept with its frantic beating. "I- I have sinful desires… of the flesh." Your voice quivered as you confessed, the guilt of lying to the gods filling you to the brim. Aegon hummed, moving his finger from your chin and placing it against your lips. “Who has caused such vulgar things?”

He stared into your eyes, they seemed like an ocean of sin, filled with the horrors of the world and yet somehow, they were as clear as glass. You wanted to stare into them forever, as if they were a trap that you could not escape once you fell in. “Y-you.”

He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, tugging at it gently. His gaze turned heated, almost like that of a wild beast. “Then you have been praying to the wrong gods. If only you worshiped me, prayed to me, I could make it go away.” You could feel yourself start to sweat, a feeling of warmth forming between your legs. It was as if he was lighting a match in your stomach, slowly igniting your flesh with his burning gaze.

"t-teach me, how to devote myself to you instead.” Aegon leaned closer, His warm breath hitting your lips. His voice was a low whisper, "As you wish, little septa," His lips crashed against yours, his hand tearing away your hair net. It was like he had torn a hole in the very fabric of the sept, the moment you entered the gods seemed to disappear. Everything about Aegon made you feel weak, he made you want to abandon your beliefs, make you want to throw away your virtue.

His kiss was rough, but passionate. It was like he was devouring your very soul and sucking out your very being. Aegon began to unlace his trousers, his cock springing loose. Your eyes widened, you’d never seen a male appendage before, and you surely did not think they were this big. "Open your mouth." You obeyed, opened your mouth so your tongue was in view. Aegon let out a low groan, "such a good little septa."

Your lips stretched around his cock as he forced it into your mouth. His hips bucked forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat. He moaned, gently tugging at your hair to signal you to move. “Suck harder.” He looked down at you, his lustful gaze boring into your very soul.

You did your best to please him, your head moving up and down, your tongue licking his shaft. Tears were beginning to leak from your eyes as his tip occasionally hit the back of your throat. "Fuck, " His hand ran through your hair, gently stroking it.

He pulled himself out of your mouth, “We have on too many clothes.” He made quick work of his own clothes before tearing off your dress, stripping you naked in front of the gods. Aegon leaned back, his eyes wandering across your exposed flesh. "My, you are perfect, little septa."

Aegon pulled you onto his lap, one hand holding onto your waist while the other went between your legs. His finger slid against your folds, "So wet already." You shivered, a whine escaping your throat. "Aegon-"

"You’ve never touched yourself before, have you? Oh, you innocent thing," Aegon smirked, lifting you by your waist. His cock prodded at your entrance, the head slipping inside of you. He moved his hands, placing one on your hip while the other gripping your thigh. Aegon pushed you down, his cock forcing itself into your tight cunt.

You let out a loud scream, the feeling of being stretched making your legs weak. He groaned; his cock buried inside of you. "That's right, scream loud enough for all the gods to hear." Aegon's hands moved to your waist, moving you up and down his cock.

"Aegon, ahh!" You cried out, each time he hit your center. You gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. "S-so good,” his words slurred. The holy sept was filled with the sound of your skin slapping together and the sounds he was forcing out of you.

Your cunt began to tighten, a sickly-sweet heat building inside of you. “A-Aeg,” you cried out. He slowed his thrusts, biting his lip hard “not yet,” he pushed you off of him and onto the hot stone, coating your breasts and stomach in candle wax.

He moved behind you, his hand wrapping around your throat. "You're not allowed to cum until I do." He rammed himself into you, hitting the spot inside that made your legs turn to jelly. Aegon moaned, "s-good sister.”

He pounded into you, his cock stretching you open. Your head was spinning, everything was hazy, and you couldn't tell where you ended and he began. Aegon slipped his fingers underneath you, rubbing at your clit. His pace was ruthless, each thrust making your head spin.

You bit your lip as Aegon rutted into you like an animal. Your legs started to become weak, shaking from the stimulation. "Fuck," he hissed, "Cum with me, little septa.” You whimpered loudly, the coil in your stomach tightening.

His thrusts became sloppy, his fingers circling your clit faster. Your body went rigid, your toes curling and your vision blurring. A wave of ecstasy hit you, sending shivers down your spine. "Fuck fuck, fuck-" Aegon buried himself deep inside of you, your cunt squeezing his seed out of him.

He fell on top of you, panting into your ear. His cock slipped out of you, cum dripping from your abused pussy. Aegon pressed a kiss to your temple, "my little septa," he chuckled, "You should have told me how you felt sooner."

Your entire body felt sore, yet you were completely at peace. You'd never felt this way before, your mind was clouded, and you couldn't even begin to think straight. Aegon kissed you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth and making you melt. "Don't fret, I'll take care of you from now on, sweet sister."

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ashley-jones · 2 years ago

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Little Sister Chapter 3: Let Him Burn

Aemond Targaryen x Sister OC Daemon Targaryen x Niece OC

Aemond believes his sister had abandoned him and their once love for one another. But his emotions and wants caused her to lose the most important thing to her.

Warnings: Cursing, sexual themes, death, attempted murder, miscarriage, blood, dragons, fire, murder

Daemon and Saera returned back home after their bonding outside of the walls of the castle and onlookers. She was beaming when she entered her chambers, her husband making his way to the court. She began removing her jewelry, but the sight of her older brother sitting in the chair in front of the fireplace made her stop. “Aemond.. What are you doing here?” she softly questioned. “Am I not allowed to visit my sister?” he questioned. The fire glowed off of his skin and riding gear, her eyes watching him closely. “Of course you are lēkia.” she spoke. He stood up walking straight towards her, arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her into him. A gasp left her lips, arms quickly going to his chest to keep a bit of distance between them. “Skoro syt gaomagon ao indigon nyke qrīdrughagon mandia?”

Why do you push me away sister?

She slowly lowered her arms, not wanting him to think she was shoving him away. “Because you have not spoken to me since your betrothal. I believed you did not wish to speak to me.” she whispered. He leaned down to kiss her, but she quickly moved back, staring at him with wide eyes. “Kostā daor gaomagon bona lēkia.”

You cannot do that brother.

His one eye darkened at her words, one hand moving up and grabbing her by the back of head forcing her head forward, lips slamming to hers forcing her into a deep kiss. Saera tried to push him off of her, but he was much stronger. It showed just how much he’s grown up over the years, how much he’s changed since the night he lost his eye. But before could allow herself to fall weak to his hands, she shoved him away with all her strength. She put space between them watching him closely. “I am married. Just as you are to be as well.” she whispered. “Pār skori gōntan bona matter?”

Since when did that matter?

She looked at his eyes searching for anything to show regret or guilt, but when she saw nothing her gaze lowered to the floor. “I am in a very tough situation, Aemond. If you are seen entering or leaving my chambers, then Grandfather will have me removed from the castle.” she quickly spoke. He walked closer laughing deeply at her words, body pinning hers to the bedside table. He began lifting her dress with one hand, his other grabbing a hold of her and placing it over the bulge, forcing her to start rubbing him. “Then no one will see,” he whispered. “Stop..” she whispered. But it went ignored, her dress pushed around her waist, his hand pulling at her panties removing them from her with one swift movement. “Aemond stop..” she whimpered.

“No.” he coldly replied. He pushed her hand away, undoing his belt and pushing his trousers down just enough to pull his cock loose. Pushing her further against the stand, he lifted one of her legs to sit against his side, shoving his cock into the tightness of her walls. A cry left her lips as he did so, to which his hand shot up covering her lips and pressing down keeping her lips sealed shut. Aemond began thrusting in and out of her at a quick rough pace, tears filling her dark eyes, whimpers and whines pressed into the palm of his hand. Her other hand grabbed at anything she could get a hold of to keep herself steady in the uncomfortable position.

“Ao se nyke issi meant naejot sagon.” he growled into her ear.

You and I are meant to be.

“Daorys kostagon keligon bisa mandia”

No one can stop this sister.

“Everything emā iksis ñuhon. Aōha orvorta. aōha body. aōha prūmia. aōha soul. Issa mirre ñuhon”

Everything you have is mine. Your cunt. Your body. Your heart. Your soul. It is all mine.

His voice sent chills down her spine, his thrusts becoming more erratic and rough, almost sloppy. He moved a hand to her hair pulling her head back roughly, his lips replacing his other hand, tongue forcing its way between her lips swallowing any moan, whine, or whimper that dared to escape. His thoughts were salacious as he continued thrusting up into her. The tip of his cock punched into her womb, hitting that sweet spot inside of her, her eyes rolling shut in pleasure, body no longer rejecting the undeniable pleasure that coursed through her. Even if she tried her hardest she wouldn’t be able to reject him. The love, the bond, the chain that gripped them together was far too strong to just pull apart and let go of. She was Eve and he was the devil, the chain was the snake that pulled her into untouchable fruit of laced poison and lust. “Qogralbar, kostilus lēkia” she moaned.

His thrusts grew faster, sloppier, her stomach tightening by the second as she grew closer to her orgasm. “Iksan gonna cum.” she cried. He smirked, pulling his eyepatch from his eye, tossing it aside. She leaned up pressing her forehead to his moaning in pleasure, blue eyes staring into his lilac and sapphire. One of his hands snuck between their body, hand pressing into her sensitive clit, stroking quickly and teasingly. Eyes rolling back, body pulsing, cunt creaming as she gave into the orgasm. Aemond watched her closely, hips never ceasing their movement, pushing her through her high. His hips came to a halt against her, pressing into her like a puzzle piece, hot cum pouring into her womb, filling her to the brim. He gave a few more thrusts, to rid of the high, her head pressed into his shoulder moaning quietly.

Slowly he pulled out, hand reaching out grabbing a hold of her panties and slowly placing them back on her, tucking them firmly against her middle so none of his cum leaked out. “Such a good little girl.” he rasped. He fixed his trousers, gently picking her up and laying her down, a soft hmm escaping her when she took in her husband's scent. This sent agitated sparks through him, but he said nothing, instead just tucking her in and grabbing his eyepatch quietly walking out of the room. Aemond should have paid better attention to his surroundings because Criston Cole wasn’t far from the room, the knight turning and removing himself from his place to report to the queen of his discovery. He should have paid more attention, because him entering and leaving that room had just placed his little sister in danger.

Saera awoke to her door slamming against the wall, the sound causing her to jump and sit up from her placement. “Grandfather!” she quickly spoke. Two unknown men followed behind him and into her room. A pang of fear filled her stomach, eyes watching in fear and confusion. “Daemon..” she whispered. Hoping her husband would magically hear her call his name. Her body filled with distress, and could actually hear Varimax getting restless outside, which had awakened Vaghar the two dragons lifting. A scream echoed through the castle, highpitched and filled with fear. Varimax let out a loud roar, a dominating roar of distress, confusion, and fear. The dragon tamers watched the dragons' strange change of attitude. Daemon walking out to see what the ruckus was, Cerexes actually beginning to join in on the distress of Varimax. Then another scream had every guard running inside. It was blood curdling, a sound that would send fear through anyone that heard it.

Daemon ran towards his and his wife's chambers, pulling the dark sister from his side. Aemond, Alicent, and Aegon weren’t far behind. Otto slipped out of the room through one of the secret passages , his granddaughter's screams and cries going silent. The two men stood over the girl's body, her head turned to the side and a gash to the right side of her head. Blood pooled right between her legs, indicating possible miscarriage or severe damage done to the babe inside of her. The door was busted down by Daemon and Aemond. “Get the fuck away from her!!” Daemon yelled. Daemon took the larger man, while Aemond took the second. While Alicent stared in horror as her daughter lay on the floor, no sign of movement came except the slow rising of her chest. The men's blood splattered the floor, their heads falling from their shoulders and hitting the floor with a disgusting slap. Daemon dropped his sword and kneeled to his wife looking at her. “Someone get a fucking maester!!” he screamed. Aegon quickly moved back and ran to gather the maester’s.

“Māzigon mēre darling ao jorrāelagon naejot wake bē” Daemon pleaded.

Come on darling you gotta wake up..

He lifted her up, hand smoothing over her stomach, fist clenching into the dress; lips pressing into the side of her head rocking her back and forth. Aemond watched, hand lifting to his head watching with fear and pain all over his face. Alicent had a look of shock and horror, her heart pounding as she looked at her daughter in the hands of her husband.

“Iksā ȳgha dōna riña. Sepār wake bē” Demon shuttered against her temple

It's okay, sweet girl.. Just wake up

Finally the maester came running in, immediately getting to work on the girl. It took 6 men to get Daemon off of her, his arguments filling the hallway as everyone stood around in shock. The fact that someone got into the castle and attacked the princess was a terrifying event, because it showed the lack of protection she had.

Aemond sat outside the room, his leg bouncing up and down, eyes lowered, hand tightly wrapped around his sword. Daemon was in the same predicament across from him, his eyes never leaving the door, Where Alicent stood awaiting any news of her daughter’s well being. “Who entered her room last?” Cole suddenly questioned. Aemond’s leg froze, fists clenching, knuckles going white. “I was.” he roughly answered. Alicent quickly looked over at her son, Daemon lifting his head to the boy. “Obviously not unless you did that.” Daemon growled. “Course I didn’t fucking do that!” the one eyed prince snapped. “Then you weren't the last one to enter the room.” Daemon snapped back.

Suddenly a scream came from the room, causing everyone to shoot up to their feet. Alicent pushed the door open, only to turn and cover her mouth. Pained moans and screams escaped Saera, her hands shaking as she grabbed onto anything around, stomach convulsing as she was forced to push. A pain filled her whole abdomen, but then a rush of blood pushed through between her legs, a barely formed babe that looked more like a dragon than human. A cry escaped her as she fell back, every inch of her shaking sheets and dress covered in blood. Sweat ran down her face and chest, mixing with her tears.

Aemond quickly turned his head, chest rising and falling quickly, his heart shattering for his sister. Daemon pushed past the two useless royals, rushing to his wife’s side and kneeling down, hand grabbing hers pulling it over to him.

“Gaomagon daor jurnegon okay, sepār jurnegon rȳ nyke”

Do not look okay, just look at me.

Her lips parted as if trying to say something, but her throat closed up making her cry harder. She tried so hard to grasp at his hand, to hold it, to pull it to her, but she didn't have the strength. “O..” she tried again but nothing. “Ondos,” she whispered. Daemon looked at her closely, taking in the single word of ‘hand’. Then he realized, his eyes darkening, hand tightening around hers kissing her hand. “Kessa morghūljagon.” he growled. “ñuha rūs” she whimpered. More tears rushed down her cheeks to which he quickly stood and sat with her kissing the top of her head quietly hushing her cries, hiding the sight of the Maester handling the dragon-like babe from her. She cried into his shoulder about her baby, their baby.

“Nyke wanna mazilībagon zirȳ. gaomagon. gaomagon daor ivestragī zirȳ gaomagon ziry” she pleaded into his shoulder.

I wanna set them do.. Do not let them do it..

He turned his head to the maester, nodding for them to leave the babe for the sake of his wife's wishes. She sat up slowly, gently pushing Daemon away, hands reaching out for the babe lifting it to her chest. She was shaking uncontrollably, fingers grasping and holding him. She quivered, holding him close to her chest, body leaning over crying in grief, the loss of her child putting a deep hole in her heart. Her cries and screams of pain and anger filled the room, Daemon stood, his head bowed, listening to his wife’s cries. Aemond, Alicent, and Aegon stood outside of the room each staring down as they listened.

It took hours of her rocking back and forth with the babe, til she was able to stand alone with the silent sisters, hands shaking as she wrapped the babe. She still stood in her bloodied clothing, throat convulsing as she fought back her tears and cries. But she couldn’t handle it anymore, kneeling as she pressed her head to the table, hand grasping at her red strands of hair and the edge of the table. “I’m sorry..” she cried. “I.. I'm so sorry..” she cried. She looked up seeing her brother standing in the doorway, slowly and quietly he approached her. He helped her up, her head pressing into his chest allowing her to cry into his leather gear. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her tightly to him.

“Ivestragī ziry hen, zȳha daor rytsa naejot ōregon ziry isse.” Aemond whispered.

Let it out, it's not healthy to hold it.

She cried into his chest, pushing herself closer to him. She wanted the warmth of the comfort she couldn’t get from Daemon. She had just lost her child, her son, all she wanted was comfort. His arms wrapped around her, one sitting around her waist, the other tucked into her hair holding her to him.

“Iksan daor kostōba enough” she whimpered.

I am not strong enough.

“Eman given ñuha gaomilaksir, ñuha sacrifices, yn nyke daor jikagon longer” she cried.

I have given my duty, my sacrifices, but I cannot go longer.

Aemond shut his eye, holding her tightly to him, fingers brushing her hair back and into a bundle holding her.

She stood at the altar, a broken look replacing what used to be bright and filled with happiness. Alicent, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena and Daemon stood back behind her as she watched the babe burn. Verimax wasn’t far from her feeling her pain, the pit of emptiness within her rider's stomach. She stood in a plain black dress with gold belt, a red furred cloak sitting over her shoulder, eyes watching the babe turn to ash with dark blue eyes. She reached forward grasping the dagger, raising it to her hand sliding it across her palm, lifting it to sit above the babe. Her fist clenched blood dripping from the wound and dripping over the ash joining their dragon blood, and putting him to full rest. Her head lifted looking up at the top of the cliff near the castle entrance, her grandsire standing tall watching. Rage filled her as she lowered her hand, blood dripping to the dirt below her.

The world says Targaryen’s dance closer to madness than most people. Just like they say that Targaryen’s are closer to the Gods. But they say that because of the dragons, the iron throne just puts them a little closer. But every time a Targaryen is born into this world, the gods toss a coin, and the world holds its breath as it spins on and on until it lands.

Varimax lifted her head looking at the same man as her rider, feeling the hatred, the anger, the pain fill her body and mind. Saera turned her head away staring ahead of herself. “Dracarys.” she ordered. Her voice was low and rough, throat soar from the constant crying and screaming. “Saera no!” Alicent cried. But she wasn’t quick enough because Varimax mouth was already opened, green flames erupting and sippling directly at Otto Hightower. He wasn’t even given time to run, the green flames reflected in his eyes before covering him, bathing him in the excruciating pain.

Alicent lifted her hands to her mouth staring with widened eyes, a loud cry escaping her. Healeans put her hands over her ears, quickly turning away in fear. But the three men watched him burn, then turned to the female who stood tall in front of the altar.

“Ziry stole ñuha childhood.”

He stole my childhood.

“attempted naejot usurp ñuha mandia"

Attempted to usurp my sister.

“Gūrotan ñuha jorrāelagon hen nyke”

Took my love from me.

“Se sir ēza stolen ñuha riña hen nyke.”

And now he has stolen my child from me.

“Sīr ivestragī zirȳla fucking zālagon.”

So let him fucking burn.