#prince Jacaerys

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"Fully Alive" - Jacaerys Velaryon & Cregan Stark

(Modern!AU) Stepbrother!Jacaerys x Reader x HockeyPlayer!Cregan

Summary: Cregan and his team had won yet another hockey game. His reward for the win is quite obvious, you. But what will your dear stepbrother think of his best friend fucking his little stepsister? Should have locked the doors to the locker rooms...

Warnings: SMUT 18+; threesome; slight exhibitionism (anyone could walk in); slight name calling; overall foul language; stepcest; rough sex; piv; fingering (r! receiving); blowjob (BOAF); praise (princess); facial; jealousy

Words: 10.8k

Notes: No physical description of the reader (only that she has hair). If you do not feel comfortable with these warnings/topics DO NOT READ. I am not responsible for the media YOU choose to consume. Also, English is not my first language.

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It was just another chilly evening at the university, where the excitement of the hockey playoffs filled the air—Winterfell versus King's Landing. The smell of popcorn and skates slicing through ice echoed in the arena. Jacaerys, your stepbrother, insisted on coming along for “support,” even though Cregan really didn’t need it. He had a natural talent for hockey, moving with grace and power on the ice as if he were born for this sport.

It was no surprise when Winterfell triumphed over their rivals. King's Landing was clearly at a disadvantage. Aemond and Aegon, their two key players, had spent the moments before the game bickering and shoving each other, making them more sluggish and aggressive as they faced Winterfell. This gave Cregan and his teammates a significant edge, which they seized.

Over the years, you had watched Cregan grow from a chubby kid into a tall, strong man. With time, your feelings for him only deepened. It was complicated, though, because he was your stepbrother's best friend.

But Cregan didn’t seem to mind the boundaries. When Jacaerys wasn't around, he would wrap his arms around you, holding you close, as if the world outside didn’t exist. Those moments made your heart race. 

After all, Jace wasn't your biological brother; he shouldn't care what you do in your free time... or who. These thoughts swirled in your mind as you watched Cregan celebrate with his teammates.

Your heart raced as Jace pulled you to your feet, his grip on your hand reassuring yet firm. "Let's go congratulate them," he called over his shoulder, his excitement visible. You nodded, your mind still swirling with thoughts.

Cregan, having just stepped off the field, looked even more striking than usual. His hair was tousled, damp strands sticking to his forehead, glistening with sweat that caught the bright lights of the arena. A confident smirk spread across his face, radiating a mix of adrenaline and charm. He seemed almost untamed, like a wild creature.

"Hey, man!" The boys greeted each other enthusiastically, their cheers ringing in your ears, but your gaze remained fixed on Cregan. You felt a flutter of nervousness, complimented by a hesitant smile that barely curved your lips. Jace could absolutely not find out what you felt towards his best friend.

"Hi," you managed to whisper, hoping the tremor in your voice went unnoticed.

Cregan leaned slightly closer, his smirk widening as his eyes travelled appraisingly over you. "Hi, princess," he said, his smooth voice sending a jolt of electricity through you. With just those simple words, he had a way of making you feel flustered.

Jace walked off to join the other boys, leaving you and Cregan standing alone for a moment. The air between you was thick with tension as he leaned in closer, his voice low and husky. "Want to go to the lockers?" he whispered, his warm breath brushing against your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. He glanced toward the field, where the boys were still laughing and joking, then added, “They’ll be a while... plus, we can sneak into the one they never use.”

Cregan leaned back slightly, anticipation in his eyes as he waited for your response. You felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought of stealing a moment alone with him. Without a word, you reached out and grabbed his arm, your grip firm, and started guiding him away from the ice as the crowd slowly began to scatter. Their laughter faded behind you, and the thrill of secrecy charged the air around you as you both slipped out of sight towards the neglected locker room.

Cregan smiled to himself as you both crept into the darkened, empty locker room. The adrenaline from the game still pulsed through his veins, mixing with the rush of finally being alone with you. He reached out to flip on the dim lights, casting a soft glow over the room filled with bench seats and lockers.

Turning to face you, Cregan's eyes roamed appreciatively over your figure, a hungry gleam in those cold grey eyes. He stepped closer, backing you up against the wall, his tall frame looming over your smaller one. One hand came up to brusha strand of hair from your face, his calloused fingers graze your cheek and linger.

"You were so good out there," you murmured, slightly breathless. "How did you know King's Landing would be so easy to beat? It's like you knew they would be an easy target tonight..."

Cregan chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest. "I didn't. But I knew I could beat anyone you wanted me to," he replied, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. His other hand settled on your hip, pulling you a little closer. "Besides, it helps to have a beautiful little princess like you cheering me on from the crowd..."

He dipped his head down, nose brushing against the sensitive skin beneath your ear as he inhaled your scent. The heat of his body seeped into you, making your heart race. Cregan's lips brushed against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he murmured, "Gods, it has been far too long..."

Slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, he leaned in to capture your lips. The first touch was soft, almost tentative. But as you didn't protest, he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving hungrily over yours. One hand tangled in your hair, angling your head back as his tongue pushed past your lips to explore the warmth of your mouth.

Cregan kissed like he played hockey–with skill and passion. The hand on your hip tightened, pulling your soft curves flush against his body as he pressed you back against the cold locker room wall. He nipped at your lower lip, soothing the sting with his tongue before delving back in to plunder the sweet depths of your mouth.

Dazed by the onslaught of sensations, your hands came up to grip the front of his jersey, feeling the damp fabric and the firm muscles beneath. You could taste the salt of his sweat, the mint of his breath.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down the column of your throat, lips and teeth and tongue skimming over the racing pulse. You tilted your head to give him better access, a soft gasp escaping you as he found a particularly sensitive spot. One hand released your hip to slide up your side, skimming over the swell of your breast, thumb grazing over the peak of your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"Cregan," you breathed out, voice trembling with need and want and longing. The hand in your hair tightened, forcing your head back further to expose the line of your throat to his hungry mouth. He groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through you.

Cregan's lips curved into a smirk against your throat as he felt your response, knowing he affected you as deeply as you provoked him. He trailed his mouth to your ear, his voice a low, husky murmur. "I'm gonna bend you over those sinks, princess..."

His hand slid under the hem of your shirt, finding the warm, bare skin of your waist. Calloused fingers splayed across your back as he pulled you harder against him, the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your stomach. He nipped at your earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue, his hot breath sending goosebumps racing across your skin.

"Do you want that, sweetheart?" Cregan breathed, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Do you want me to bend you over and make you look into the mirror as I pound into you from behind? Want me to spread your thighs and bury my fingers into you until you've made a little puddle on the floor?"

The hand on your breast pushed the cups of your bra down, calloused fingers finding your bare nipple. He rolled the hardened peak between his fingers, tugging gently as his other hand slid down to grip the curve of your ass. He squeezed the supple flesh, kneading it in his palm as he rocked his hips into yours, grinding his hard length against you.

"I can feel how badly you want it," Cregan growled, voice thick with lust and desire. "I can feel you trembling, princess... I can hear it in the way you're breathing. You want me to take you right here, don't you? Want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight..."

He nipped at your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "Tell me what you need. Beg for it."

"Please Cregan," you whimpered, arching your back and pressing your aching breasts into his cold teasing fingers. Your body moved on instinct, craving his touch like a starving creature. You could feel the chilly air of the locker room on your exposed nipple as he pinched and rolled the sensitive peaks, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

"I need it. Need you to bend me over and take me hard, right here where anyone could walk in and see. I want you to spread my legs and fill me up until I'm dripping with your seed. Please, Cregan, do whatever you want to me..."

Cregan let out a low, approving growl at your plea, his eyes darkening with lust. Without warning, he hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you, carrying you the short distance to the row of sinks.

His hands slid up your sides, pushing your shirt up to bare your stomach and the lacy edge of your bra. His fingers deftly unhooked the front clasp of your bra, allowing your breasts to spill free. He cupped the soft mounds, thumbs teasing over the stiff peaks.

Cool air hit your breasts and pebbled your skin, but then his hot mouth was there, covering one. He laved his tongue over your nipple before drawing it into his mouth to suck hard, the sensation making your eyes flutter as you gripped the edge of the counter tightly.

Calloused hands gripped your hips, spinning you around. You gasped as your bare stomach met the chilly, hard surface of the sink, your reflection staring back at you with flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. Cregan loomed over you, his tall, muscular form dwarfing yours as he pressed against your back.

"Look at you," Cregan rumbled, voice dripping with desire as he watched you through the mirror. "Already so fucking eager for it. Such a needy little princess..."

His hungry gaze raked over your reflection, taking in the sight of your naked torso, breasts bared and nipples hard with arousal. One large hand cupped the soft globe of your breast, kneading the pliant flesh as his other hand slid down your stomach.

"Fuck, your tits are perfect," Cregan growled, rolling and pinching the sensitive peak. "I've wanted to get my hands on them for so long..."

Your eyes fluttered shut and you bit your lip hard to stifle the moan threatening to spill from your throat as Cregan's strong hands roughly palmed your breasts. You arched your back, grinding subtly back into the prominent bulge you could feel through his hockey pants.

"Aanhhh..." you whimpered breathlessly, feeling your core clench and throb with need. "Please, I n-need..."

You let out a desperate little mewl as his fingers found their way under the hem of your skirt, brushing teasingly over your damp panties. The flimsy fabric clung to your swollen lips, your juices already beginning to soak through.

You craved him, but you forced yourself not to beg him, wanting to hold onto a shred of your dignity even as your body screamed for his touch.

Cregan groaned against your neck, feeling your heat through the soaked fabric. "Fuck, you're so wet already..." he murmured, fingers pressing harder against your clothed slit. "Is this all for me, princess? You're dripping..."

He rocked his hips forward, grinding his hard cock against your ass. The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against your skin as he rolled his hips, letting you feel every thick inch of him. His hands slid around to your hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled you back onto his cock with each thrust.

Cregan hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pantyhose, yanking them down in one swift motion. Cool air hit your bare, soaked folds as he bared your dripping cunt to the chilly locker room air.

"Such a pretty little pussy..." Cregan purred, calloused fingers gliding through your slick folds. "So wet and perfect..."

He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, applying slow, firm pressure. Two fingers delved between your swollen lips, pushing deep into your clenching channel. He pumped them slowly, curling them to stroke your G-spot with each thrust.

"Cregan," you gasped, back arching as pleasure sparked through you. Your hands gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white as you tried to ground yourself.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear you," Cregan encouraged, fingers picking up speed. His other hand slid up your body again, palming your breast roughly as he pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers. "Gonna make this needy cunt feel so fucking good..."

He kissed and nipped at your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin as he fingered you hard and fast. The obscene sound of your wetness filled the locker room as he thrust his fingers in and out of your clinging heat.

Your back arched, a choked moan escaping your parted lips as Cregan's skilful fingers pumped mercilessly into your dripping core. "Ohh, fuck!" you cried out, voice trembling with pleasure.

Your thighs began to quake, the muscles tensing and relaxing with each thrust of Cregan's hand. The cold marble of the sink bit into your palms as you gripped it for dear life. Face flushed, hair dishevelled and falling around your shoulders, you panted heavily, eyes glazed over with lust as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

Cregan's fingers curled inside you, stroking your G-spot with each deep thrust as his thumb circled your clit rapidly. His hips rocked against your ass, the thick ridge of his cock pressing against you.

He could feel your pussy fluttering and clenching around his plunging fingers, getting tighter and tighter as he brought you closer to the edge. "That's it, fucking take it," Cregan growled in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Gonna make this cunt fucking gush all over my hand..."

His free hand slid around to grip your stomach, holding you in place as he fucked his fingers into you harder, faster. The obscene sound of your wetness filled the locker room, mixing with your desperate moans and cries.

"Please Cregan, p-please..." you whimpered, voice breaking as your orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy spasmed and clenched around his fingers, cream gushing out to coat his hand and drip down your thighs. Your body shook and trembled in his hold, back arching sharply as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through you.

Cregan quickly put his fingers to your lips, silencing your cries of pleasure while he worked you through your climax."Shhhh, quiet baby. Can't have anyone hearing what a dirty girl you are for me," he murmured, pushing his fingers past your lips.

You obeyed instinctively, parting your lips to allow Cregan's fingers to slip into your mouth. The taste of sweat coated his skin as you began to suck on the digits, your tongue swirling around them. Cregan let out a low groan, feeling your slick mouth engulf his fingers as you suckled.

"Fuck, that's it," he breathed as he held your gaze captive in the mirror. "Such a good girl, being so fucking quiet for me..."

You mewled desperately around Cregan's fingers, drool beginning to leak from the corner of your mouth as you came down from your orgasm. "Mmmphh... dick... please," you mumbled incoherently, your eyes glazed over with lust and desperation as you sucked on his fingers like a desperate slut.

Your body shuddered and quaked as your pussy gripped greedily around the fingers pumping into your dripping core. You arched your back, pressing your perky ass harder against the hard bulge throbbing in Cregan's pants, craving more of his touch.

Cregan smirked, taking in the sinful sight of you arched over the sink with your skirt flipped up and his fingers buried in your mouth. He could feel your needy cunt flutter around his pumping fingers, still twitching from your intense orgasm.

"Listen to you, begging so sweetly for my cock," Cregan purred, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Such a desperate little slut for me, aren't you princess?"

Breath hot against your neck, Cregan nipped at your ear, growling, "Fuck, I need to be inside this greedy little cunt..." His hand released your hip to undo the strings of his pants. He shoved them down just enough to free his aching cock, the thick length springing up to slap against your ass.

Cregan grabbed your hips, pulling you back and positioning himself at your entrance. The swollen head of his cock nudged against your slick folds, prodding demandingly at your hole. He could feel your heat, could feel your need.

His other hand slid up your body to wrap loosely around your throat, not squeezing but resting there. It made you hyperaware of how much bigger and stronger he was, how easily he could overpower you if he wanted.

"Tell me," Cregan growled, rolling his hips again so the head of his cock pushed against your entrance. "Tell me how much you want this fat cock in your sloppy little fuckhole."

You let out a desperate mewl, your body shuddering as you felt Cregan's hard cock bumping against your swollen clit, sending jolts of electricity through your nerve endings. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to witness how shameless you must have appeared in the reflection - skirt flipped up, tits bouncing free, and Cregan's fingers around your throat as you arched your back like a cat in heat.

"Ohhh god, yes Cregan, yes... I need your big cock so fucking bad," you whimpered around his fingers, your voice muffled and high-pitched with desperation. "Please, please fuck me, fill me, ruin me..."

Cregan's eyes flashed with dark lust in the reflection as you begged so sweetly for his cock. He pressed forward, the thick head pushing past your entrance to stretch you open around his girth. A guttural groan left his lips at the feel of your slick heat enveloping him.

"Fuck, you feel so goddamn good," Cregan snarled against your neck, sinking more of his hard length into your needy cunt. He kept his hand wrapped loosely around your throat, the other gripping his cock as he eased into you.

"That's right princess, scream for my cock like the needy little slut you are," Cregan said, voice low and rough with arousal. He rolled his hips, pushing in until he was buried to the hilt inside your tight heat. He paused for just a moment, letting you feel every throbbing inch of him splitting you open.

"Gods, if Jacaerys walked in right now and saw me bending his little sister over the sink and pounding this needy cunt, he'd fucking lose it," Cregan purred, voice dripping with dark promise. "He'd know what a dirty whore you are for your hockey captain's cock. Wouldn't want your stepbrother to see you like this, would you princess?"

Squeezing your eyes shut, you whined desperately as you felt Cregan's massive cock stretching you impossibly wide around his thick girth. "No, god no...not in front of Jacaerys," you gasped out, your velvety walls clenching and fluttering erratically along Cregan's shaft. "It's been so long, I forgot how huge you are...you're s-splitting me in half!"

Panting heavily, you managed to stammer out, "P-please Cregan, I need you to f-fuck me hard...want you to ruin my tight little pussy with your giant cock...m-make it yours again!"

Cregan's eyes flashed with lust and dark possession at your shameless pleas. He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, setting a hard and fast pace as he began to fuck you ruthlessly.

The hand around your throat gripped a little tighter, not squeezing hard enough to cut off air, just enough to make your pulse jump under his palm. 

"That's right, scream for me," he demanded, hips slapping lewdly against your ass as he took you. "Let everyone fucking hear you getting split open on my cock."

Kitten heels scrabbling against the cold marble floor, you could only let out high-pitched squeals and whimpers, too lost in the throes of pleasure to form coherent words. Your lids fluttered shut, lashes fanning against flushed cheeks as your head lolled to the side. Eyes rolled back, hazy and unfocused, staring sightlessly into the mirror.

Your plump, rosy lips parted in a silent scream, drool leaking from the corner of your slack mouth. Hands gripping the sink counter as your ass bounced and jiggled with every powerful thrust of Cregan's hips. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoed obscenely through the room.

Incoherent cries and moans spilt like a prayer, worshipping Cregan's cock splitting you open, stretching your tender fleshy walls to their absolute limit. Your body went utterly pliant, surrendering entirely to the ruthless fucking, ass pushed out like a debased offering.

Cregan groaned, his cock throbbing inside your heat. He could feel your pussy gripping him like a vice, slick walls fluttering wildly around his pistoning shaft.

Fuck, you were so goddamn responsive, taking him so well even after all this time. Those sweet little whimpers and cries only spurred him on, making him pound into you harder, faster.

Jacaerys flashed through his mind, the image of his best friend seeing his baby sister like this––bent over, fucked stupid on his cock, tits bouncing and ass shaking with each feral thrust.

He knew it would destroy their friendship if he fucked you within an inch of your life right here where anyone could walk in and see. But gods, the thought of claiming you so thoroughly, of everyone knowing you were his... it made his balls tighten.

You didn't want to think about Jacaerys while Cregan was right behind you, but how could you not when Cregan himself had mentioned Jace beforehand? All you could focus on now was the thought of him walking in on you two. It would be disastrous; there would be no coming back from this.

But fuck, why is the thought of your stepbrother catching you making you even wetter? You can feel yourself dripping down Cregan's cock, your pussy clenching around him like a fist. You hate how much this turns you on, how depraved you are.

You shouldn't think about Jace like this, but you can't help it. He's so fucking handsome, even you have to admit it.

You've heard him jerking off through the walls before, seen him walking around in just his boxers... And each time you have locked yourself in your room and fingered your sloppy pussy thinking about him, imagining it was his cock filling you up.

But you can't really complain with Cregan right behind you, right? Pounding into you so hard your vision is fucking blurry. Claiming you, ruining your hole, making it so your body remembers the shape of his thick cock. You are going tobe sore tomorrow, and the thought of walking around, feeling empty and aching for him... You can't get enough.

"Nnggh, fuck," you keen as you feel the pressure in your stomach starts to build, the images you created in your head drawing you closer to a shattering climax.

Cregan was too far gone to stop, hips jackhammering into your ass as he chased his release. He was close, so fucking close. Your pussy clenched and spasmed around him, gripping his cock as he hammered into you relentlessly.

Suddenly, the locker room door slammed open. "Hey, have you seen-" 

Jacaerys's voice cut off abruptly as he took in the scene before him. His stepsister bent over the sink, being utterly ravaged by his best friend. 

"Cregan, what the fuck?!" Jacaerys exclaimed, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "Get your fucking hands off her, NOW!" 

Cregan glanced over his shoulder, teeth bared in a feral grin. "Not fucking likely," he snarled, slamming into you harder, spurred on by the threat of getting caught. 

Jacaerys took a step forward, hand clenched into a fist. "I said, GET. THE FUCK. OFF. HER." 

You could only whimper and mewl, eyes rolling back as Cregan used your body, claiming you in front of your stepbrother. The knowledge that Jacaerys was watching, seeing you degrade yourself on Cregan's cock, sent you hurtling towards your peak.

"Noooo!!" You shrieked, back arching as your orgasm ripped through you while your stepbrother watched. Your cunt clamped down hard on Cregan's pistoning cock, the walls rippling and grasping at his throbbing length as you came. 

Your vision whites out as pleasure coursed through your body.

Cregan threw his head back with a guttural roar as your pussy clenched down on him viciously, milking his cock for all it was worth. His hips stuttered, losing rhythm as he chased his release. 

"Fuck fuck fuck, princess! Take it all, fucking take it!" Cregan bellowed, slamming into the hilt one last time. 

His cock jerked and throbbed as he exploded inside you, painting your insides white with his hot seed. Jet after jet of thick cum pumped into your fluttering cunt, filling you to the brim until it leaked out around his pistoning shaft.

Jacaerys stood there in shocked silence, mouth agape as he watched his best friend pump his baby stepsister full of jizz. The depravity of the scene hit him like a punch to the gut. 

"Y-you fucking asshole," Jacaerys seethed, face twisting in anger and disgust. "I trusted you, man! And here you are, fucking her stupid in the locker room!" 

Cregan just smirked, giving your ass a hard smack as he slowly pulled out of your ruined hole with a filthy squelch. A river of cum poured out of your twitching cunt, dripping down your thighs and pooling on the floor. 

"She's not a child anymore, Jace. Face it, your little girl is all grown up now," Cregan taunted, wiping his softening cock clean with his fingers before letting you suck them clean. "And she fucking loves my cock. Don't you, princess?"

You whimpered softly, your tongue swirling lazily around Cregan's fingers as you lapped up the mixture of your essences. You were utterly spent, your mind hazy and fuzzy from the intense pleasure that had just consumed you.

Legs trembling, you tried to push yourself up from your bent-over position, but your body felt heavy and weak. You could feel Cregan's thick seed leaking out of your freshly fucked hole, dripping down your thighs as you stood on wobbly legs.

"Mmmph, y-yes..." you mumbled incoherently, your tongue thick and heavy in your mouth, your brain struggling to form coherent thoughts through the lingering fog. "I l-love your c-cock, Cregan...love how it f-fills me up..." you admitted breathily, biting your plump bottom lip.

You glanced over at Jacaerys through lowered lashes, a faint blush staining your cheeks a pretty pink as you registered his presence. You knew you must look utterly lustful right now - hair a mess, skirt wrinkled and uneven, pussy dripping with cum. The thought of him seeing you like this, seeing what a slut you were for Cregan, sent an illicit thrill through you.

But you were too cock-drunk to feel truly embarrassed, too satisfied to care about anything but the delicious ache between your legs.

Cregan just smirked, pulling his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop. He gave your ass a condescending pat before turning to face Jacaerys fully.

Jacaerys's face contorted in anger and disgust at the sight of his baby sister's well-fucked cunt oozing his best friend's cum. "God, look at the mess you've made of her," he snarled, hands clenching.

Cregan smirked, not looking the least bit repentant as he tucked his dick away and tugged up his pants. "Grow up, Jace. Everyone fucks, including your little stepsister... and man, is she good."

Jacaerys's eyes flicked to your cum-splattered bare ass and he felt something dark and possessive stirring inside him."Shut up," he snapped. "I don't want to hear you talk about her like that."

Cregan just laughed, low and mocking. "Why not? There's no denying she's fucking gorgeous. Any man would be lucky to have her on his dick."

"She's not a child anymore, Jace. Look at her, she's a goddamn woman now." Cregan tilted his head towards the blushing, dazed girl pulling herself together.

You couldn't respond, too busy trying to focus on staying upright and not collapsing into a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss. The way Cregan's seed was leaking out of your abused hole made you suck in a shuddery breath, a fresh wave of arousal washing through you at the thought of your stepbrother seeing you like this––freshly fucked and dripping with cum.

"She needs to learn her place," Cregan continued, smirking cruelly at Jacaerys's angry expression. "Maybe if you'd been a better brother and kept her in line, she wouldn't be so desperate to be split open on my cock every chance she gets..."

Jacaerys's mind raced with images he'd tried to suppress - memories of your skimpy pyjamas, that one time he saw you masturbating in the shower, the sway of your hips when you walked by his bedroom at night. He'd always pushed those thoughts aside, telling himself it was wrong to lust after his sister. But now, seeing Cregan's cum dripping down your thighs, he couldn't deny the jealousy clawing at his insides.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Cregan?" Jacaerys snarled, stepping forward until he was nearly chest-to-chest with his best friend. "Leave. Before I make you leave."

Cregan just smirked, unimpressed by the threat. He leaned in close, voice lowered to a mocking whisper. "Or what, Jace? You'll fight me for her? Because let's be real, you've wanted to fuck your little stepsister for years now. Don't guise it as brotherly protectiveness."

Jacaerys's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He couldn't deny Cregan's accusation. He had wanted you, more than he should. But he'd never acted on it, knowing it was wrong to long after his sister.

"And you think you're any better?" Jacaerys gritted out. "Pawing at her in public like some caveman?"

Cregan shrugged nonchalantly, still smirking. "Deal with it."

The men stood locked in a tense standoff, the air thick with unspoken desires and resentment. You watched them warily, still hazy and trembling with pleasure. Part of you thrilled at the thought of causing this reaction, of igniting the flames of your stepbrother's jealousy.

Jacaerys's eyes flashed dangerously, the urge to punch Cregan's smug face growing with each mocking word. Cregan just laughed a dark and taunting sound that made heat flare in your cheeks.

"Face it, Jace – you want your baby stepsis so fucking bad," Cregan provoked, reaching out to grope one of your plump ass cheeks. "Your dear, sweet stepbro' has been jerking his cock to the thought of this hot little body."

A choked noise escaped Jacaerys's throat as he watched Cregan's hand sink into your soft flesh, squeezing and kneading your ass like he owned it. The thought of his best friend fucking his little sister, marking her, claiming her... it made something dark and hungry unwind inside of him.

Choosing his next words carefully, Jacaerys spoke in a low growl, "Get your hands off her, Cregan." His voice was thick with barely restrained anger and a shameful, undeniable desire he couldn't suppress. As he spoke, his gaze flicked over your near-naked, cum-stained body, lingering longingly on the swell of your tits and the dripping mess between your thighs.

"She's not some toy for you to play with," Jacaerys snapped, stepping forward until he was nearly nose to nose with Cregan, his broad chest nearly brushing against you. The tension was palpable, the air between them electric with combative energy...and more–something dark and taboo.

"And you think you're any better, leering at your sister like a fucking pervert?" Cregan taunted, not backing down. "Don't play the righteous brother now. You've wanted to bend this sexy little thing over and rail her since she turned 18. Fuck, probably before..."

Jacaerys's jaw clenched, eyes flashing dangerously at Cregan's crude words. He couldn't deny the lustful thoughts that constantly invaded his mind. The nights he'd lain awake, imagining defiling his younger stepsister, claiming her in every filthy, perverse way possible.

You listened to them argue, your heart pounding erratically in your heaving chest. The air felt thick and heavy, crackling with a dark energy you couldn't quite understand but desperately craved.

Your breath came in shaky, uneven gasps as you struggled to keep yourself upright, knees threatening to buckle under the lingering aftershocks of your intense orgasm.

You could hardly believe what you were hearing - your stepbrother, actually admitting to...desiring you? The thought sent illicit tingles racing down your spine, settling hotly between your thighs.

"Look at her, Jace," Cregan pressed on, voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Your sweet little sister is fucking dripping."

Cregan reached down, gathering some of the dripping cum on his fingers before pushing them past your trembling lips. You parted them automatically, sucking his fingers clean as he held your jaw, forcing you to taste the evidence of your actions.

"And I think she's ready for another round, don't you princess?" Cregan purred darkly, curling his fingers in your mouth, rubbing your tongue with the lewd essence.

Jacaerys's eyes flashed with jealous rage as he watched Cregan violate his baby sister's mouth, mark her inside and out. The thought of him fucking you right after his best friend... it made Jacaerys's cock throb and ache in his pants.

"Your turn, Jace," Cregan taunted, pulling his soaked fingers from your lips with a filthy pop. He shoved them in front of Jacaerys, coated in the mix of their essences. "Open up, bro. Get a taste of what you've been missing out on."

Jacaerys clenched his jaw, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he stared at Cregan's saliva-coated fingers. The fingers that were just buried in his baby sister's little mouth...

Slowly, reluctantly, Jacaerys leaned forward, parting his lips to allow Cregan to push his fingers inside. Your taste exploded on his tongue, and a choked groan escaped him.

"Fuck, it's not like you to be a pussy, Jace," Cregan sneered.

You bit your plump lower lip as you watched the scene before you, cheeks flushed pink as you struggled to find the right words. Your heart raced wildly in your chest, nearly leaping out of your mouth as you took a shaky step towards Jacaerys.

"J-Jacaerys, I... I want to be honest with you," you began, voice barely above a whisper, eyes wide and searching as they met his dark gaze. "Ever since... s-since I turned seventeen, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. About us. At night, I... I touch myself, imagining it's your hands on me, your lips on my skin..." you trailed off, subconsciously arching your back a little, pushing your breasts forward.

"I've seen the way you look at me sometimes, like you want to... like you want me," you breathed out, taking another halting step closer to him, until the heat of his body seeped into yours. "Maybe... maybe we should just... give in."

You reached out, placing a tentative hand on his forearm, feeling the muscles beneath his skin. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you looked up at him from beneath long, dark lashes, silently begging him to give in to the temptation you both so obviously craved.

Jacaerys's breath caught in his throat as he listened to your breathy confession, eyes darkening with desire as they roamed over your flushed, trembling form. The way you arched your back, pushing those pretty tits towards him... fuck. It took every ounce of his willpower not to reach out and grope them, to pinch and tug at those stiff little nipples until you mewled.

Jacaerys's hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip. He could feel the softness of your mouth beneath his calloused skin. His eyes flicked down to your hand on his forearm, feeling your fingers tremble against his arm.

"We can't..." Jacaerys breathed, even as his other hand came to rest on the small of your back, pulling your curved body flush against the hard planes of his. "It's not right, wanting my little sister like this..."

But he was already lowering his head, already brushing his lips against yours. The first touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, his cock throbbing and leaking in his jeans.

"Fuck right, Jacaerys," you breathed against his lips, feeling them curve into a smirk against your own. "No one has to know. And it’s not like Cregan is gonna tell anyone…"

Your words were cut off as Jacaerys captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that stole your breath away. He kissed you like a man starved, his tongue delving deep into your mouth to claim you, to taste you.

Jacaerys groaned into the kiss, hands roaming greedily over the curves of your body. He squeezed the rounded globes of your ass, pulling you harder against him as he ground his hardening cock against your stomach.

"Fuck," Jacaerys growled, lips never leaving yours as he walked you backwards until your back hit the cold, tiled wall. "You drive me so fucking crazy...I can't stop thinking about these tits, this ass..." 

He broke the kiss to attack your neck, teeth and tongue working over the sensitive skin. You gasped and whimpered, tilting your head to give him better access as his hands slid up your ribcage to cup your breasts.

"Jacaerys!" you cried out, back arching as he groped and kneaded the soft flesh. Your head tilted to look at Cregan with a little smirk as your breathing grew heavy.

"Oh c'mon now, Jace. Don’t act so desperate," Cregan taunted, drinking in the erotic sight of Jacaerys pawing at your tits, rutting against you like an animal in heat. "Don't worry, princess, I’m always here if he leaves you high and dry."

Cregan reached down, palming his hardening dick through his pants. "I think our dear Jace deserves a reward for being such a good boy and waiting so long to claim his prize. Why don't you put that bratty little mouth of yours to good use and suck his cock, princess?"

You gazed at Jacaerys through hooded eyes, your cheeks flushed as you pressed yourself against him. "I want to taste you," you breathed, your voice low and sultry. "Do you want that? Want your stepsis to suck your pretty cock?"

Sliding down his body slowly, you sank to your knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact as you nuzzled against the rigid outline of his erection straining against his jeans. "I've dreamed about this for so long," you confessed, fingers working at his belt and zipper until his jeans and boxers fell.

Jacaerys's hard, heavy cock sprang free, the swollen head already glistening with moisture. "Oh god, it's even more beautiful than I imagined," you whispered in awe, wrapping your fingers around his throbbing length, feeling it pulse in your grip.

Jacaerys groaned, his cock jumping in your soft hand as you wrapped your fingers around it, drinking in the sight of you kneeling before him. The way you looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, flushed cheeks, and trembling lips... It made him want to ruin you.

"Such a good girl, so eager to suck her big brother's cock," Jacaerys purred darkly, one hand coming down to tangle in your hair, gripping it tight. "Go on then, baby sister. Show me how badly you want it."

He guided your head forward, the swollen head of his dick pressing against your soft, plump lips. The heat of it made your core clench and ache with need. You could feel it throbbing against your mouth, the thick vein pulsing with his heartbeat.

His hand came down to grip your chin, thumb pressing against your lower lip. He rubbed the swollen head of his dick against your mouth, smearing the bead of precum across your skin.

You parted your lips, letting the tip slide into the wet heat of your mouth. The taste of him burst on your tongue, salty and musky. You swirled your tongue around the head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum leaking from the slit.

Jacaerys watched, pupils blown wide with lust, as you leaned in and dragged your tongue along the underside of his shaft. Slowly, teasingly, until you reached the weeping tip and lapped up the bead of pre-cum. He shuddered and let out a low moan.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Jacaerys grunted, hips rocking forward to push more of his thick cock past your lips. "Take it deeper, let me feel that tight little throat."

His hand fisted in your hair, gripping it hard as he slowly fed you inch after thick inch of his dick. You had to stretch your jaw wide to accommodate him, feeling the heavy length fill your mouth and slide down your throat.

You gagged a little as the head hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes. But you breathed through your nose, relaxing your muscles and taking him even deeper. Until your nose was nestled in the coarse curls at the base of his cock and your chin was pressed against his heavy balls.

"She’s such a good girl, isn’t she? I was hoping to keep her only to myself, but I have no problem sharing with you," Cregan purred, palming his cock through his pants.

Cregan smiled wickedly, his eyes dark with lust as he watched the depraved scene unfold. He reached down and tugged his jersey off, slipping it under your knees and cushioning them from the hard tile floor.

"There you go, princess," he murmured, voice gone soft and almost tender. "Such a good girl, sucking your big brother'scock like your life depends on it."

He stroked your hair almost gently, marvelling at the erotic sight of your lips stretched around Jacaerys's thick meat, the column of your throat bulging as he fucked your face. Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss, a muffled moan vibrating around the hard length splitting your mouth open.

"Look at her, Jace," Cregan breathed, drinking in the sight of your plump ass swaying slightly as you kneeled in front of them. "Our sweet little princess, such a natural-born cock sucker. I've never seen anything so fucking hot."

Whimpering softly around Jacaerys's thick cock, you gazed up at him with tear-filled, eyes darkened by lust. Your hands gripped his muscular thighs for support as he slowly pumped in and out of your eager mouth.

"Mmmmph..." you moaned, the sound vibrating deliciously around his throbbing length. You hollowed your cheeks, suckling greedily as your tongue danced along the sensitive underside. The taste of his hot, hard flesh made your core clench with need.

Obscene sounds of gagging and slurping filled the room as you began to struggle to breathe through your nose. The head of his cock battering the entrance to your throat, making your eyes roll back in bliss at the intense, erotic sensation.

Glancing coyly at Cregan, you made sure he had a perfect view of the lewd act. You savoured the praise, a thrill running through you at being watched in such a shameful position.

Jacaerys couldn't help but let out whimpering cries of pleasure as your hot, wet mouth worked over his throbbing cock. His eyes fluttered shut, hips rocking instinctively to thrust deeper down your eager throat. The tight, silky heat engulfed him, your tongue and lips and the way your throat constricted around his sensitive flesh, driving him wild with lust.

"Ohhh fuck... yes... just like that..." Jacaerys groaned breathily, fingers tangling almost desperately in your hair as he held your head still. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as the intense sensations overwhelmed him, the shameful realization that this was his baby sister draining his cock with her mouth, nearly pushing him over the edge right then and there.

He caught Cregan's smirking, mocking glance and felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. But it was quickly replaced by the all-consuming need to use your mouth for his pleasure, to fuck your face until he spilt hot and thick down your eager throat.

Cregan just chuckled, drinking in the erotic sight of Jacaerys losing himself in the taboo bliss of his little sister's mouth. He palmed his throbbing erection through his pants, eyeing the way your cheeks bulged obscenely with each thrust of Jacaerys's hips.

Cregan gently but firmly tugged you off of Jacaerys's leaking cock, making the grown man whimper in discontent at the loss of your warm, slick mouth. Tears of humiliation and unspent lust streamed down Jacaerys's face.

"I know, baby," Cregan murmured, voice soft and tender as he wiped away the drool and tears from your chin with his thumb. "You're doing so well, taking your big brother's cock like that. But I want a turn with our princess too..."

The action made the other man whimper in discontent, hands fisting in your hair as he tried to pull you back onto his flushed tip connected by a string of saliva.

"Shhh, easy Jace," Cregan cooed mockingly. "Don't worry, this sweet thing will have plenty of cock, yours included." He guided your tear-streaked face towards his own straining erection, the thick outline clearly visible beneath the confines of his pants. "Don't keep me waiting, princess. Give me a taste of that hot little mouth too."

He tangled a hand in your hair, gripping it gently as he guided your face to nestle against the heavy bulge.

Looking up at Cregan, you placed soft kisses on his cloth-covered erection. "I want to taste you too, Cregan," you breathed, helping him take his pants off.

Cregan's cock sprang free, slightly longer and thicker than Jacaerys'. The swollen head was already flushed a deep, angry red and weeping with arousal. Your eyes widened at the impressive sight, a fresh gush of wetness flooding your core, still impressed by his size every time.

"Mmmh, Cregan..." you whispered in awe, fingers wrapping around his pulsing shaft. "You're so big," you giggled breathlessly, already imagining how it would feel on your tongue.

Cregan groaned as your hand barely encircled his thick girth, hips rocking forward through your fist.

Jacaerys watched with dark, lust-blinded eyes as Cregan's cock bobbed heavily in front of your shocked face. A pang of jealousy and inadequacy shot through him as Cregan's was visibly bigger, the thick shaft wide and long. He shook his head as he caught himself looking at his best friend's cock with such an analytical gaze.

His teeth clenched as he watched your fingers hold Cregan's cock, stroking it as if you knew just how to handle something so big. A groan tore from Cregan's throat, his hips rocking into the touch eagerly.

"Such a greedy girl, aren't you princess?" Cregan purred, hand fisting in your hair as he guided your face closer to his swollen cockhead. "You want a taste of this, don't you?"

"Come on. Give your favourite captain a kiss," Cregan encouraged, smearing the leaking tip of his cock across your lips, leaving a streak of glistening precum on them. The musky scent filled your nose as your lips parted automatically.

Cregan's hand fisted tighter in your hair, grip tightening as he rubbed his swollen cockhead over your soft bottom lip, back and forth, until it was slick and shiny with his arousal.

You gasped softly as the taste of Cregan's cock flooded your senses. Your tongue instinctively flicked out to lap at the leaking slit, making Cregan hiss in pleasure.

Jacaerys watched, sickly aroused as Cregan took possession of your lips for his pleasure. The erotic sight of his best friend making his baby sister's face sloppy made Jacaerys's own neglected cock throb angrily.

"Such a good girl, so eager to please," Cregan groaned, his hips rocking forward to slide his thick cock past your lips. He let out a shuddered moan as your hot, wet mouth engulfed him, the silky heat almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible," Cregan grunted, fingers tightening in your hair as he slowly pushed more of his heavy length past your stretched lips. He watched as inch after thick inch disappeared between your lips, his swollen cockhead kissing the back of your throat.

Cregan began to thrust shallowly, letting you adjust to his impressive size. The obscene sounds of your sloppy suckling and Cregan's grunts of pleasure filled the room. Whimpers of humiliation and lust escaped Jacaerys's lips as he watched his best friend face-fuck his little stepsister.

Cregan smirked at Jacaerys, not stopping "Don't worry Jacaerys, I'm sure our princess will have plenty of room for your cock tonight. She seems quite... hungry for it."

Hiccuping around Cregan's pistoning cock, you gazed up at him with teary, cloudy eyes, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his swollen shaft. A needy whimper escaped you as you caught sight of Jacaerys looking utterly pathetic, tears streaming down his face as he watched you service his best friend.

Blinking up at the two men through lust-glazed eyes, you raised a trembling hand, curling slender fingers around Jacaerys's weeping cock. You pumped him in time with the bobbing of your head.

A choked sob escaped Jacaerys's throat as he watched his baby sister's fingers pump his dripping cock in time with the obscene slurps and gags emanating from your stuffed mouth. The depraved scene was almost too much for him to bear - his beautiful, innocent little stepsis, on her knees and eagerly choking herself on his best friend's dick.

"Oh god... look at you, so desperate for cock," Jacaerys whimpered pathetically, fingers trembling as they tangled in your hair alongside Cregan's. He could feel the shame burning his cheeks, the sick realization that he was getting off on watching another man defile his sister. But fuck, the sight of your lips stretched around Cregan's thick shaft, the way your throat bulged with each thrust... it was too filthy, too wrong, too arousing.

Jacaerys's cock jerked in your stroking hand, the head purplish and leaking steadily. He was so close already, ready to explode from the taboo eroticism of the moment. He bit back another sob as Cregan's cock slid from your mouth with a crude pop, a thread of saliva connecting the swollen tip to your swollen lips.

"Look at you, our perfect little girl," Cregan grunted, fisting your hair as he rubbed his spit-soaked dick against your cheek. "Wanna make your brother feel good again?" 

"Come on, Jace," Cregan taunted, rubbing his heavy balls over your chin. "Don't be a pussy. Use her mouth like you'vealways wanted... I've trained her well."

You gazed up at Jacaerys through lust-drunk eyes, your lips puffy and slick with spit. You rested your soft hands on his muscular thighs, feeling them tremble beneath my touch.

"P-please... let me... I n-need to make you feel good," you mumbled, voice breathy and trembling with desperate arousal. You pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along his abs, savouring the salty taste of his skin. Your cheeks flushed as you focused your attention on his navel, tongue darting out to trace the dip.

Whimpering softly as you blinked up at him with big, teary eyes. The picture of a pathetic, needy girl as you gazed at him from beneath your lashes, silently begging him.

Jacaerys shuddered violently as he felt your hot breath ghosting over his most intimate places. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back the humiliating whimpers that threatened to spill from his lips. The way you were looking up at him with those big, pleading eyes... fuck. He'd never seen anything so utterly devastating. His baby sister, his innocent little princess, begging so desperately for his cock. It was wrong on every level.

And yet, as he gazed down at your pathetic, pouty lips, he knew he couldn't deny you. He couldn't resist the shameful, selfish desire to use your pretty mouth for his own release. To make you choke on his cock until he pumped every last drop of cum down your eager throat.

"Please what, you little slut?" Jacaerys growled, voice rough with barely restrained lust. His hand fisted in your hair, gripping it almost painfully as he rubbed the weeping tip of his cock against your lips. "Tell me what you need. Beg me for it like a good girl."

He could hardly believe the filthy words falling from his lips, the sheer depravity. But the sight of your sloppy mouth, your teary, desperate eyes... it brought out a side of him he'd never known before. A side that wanted to absolutely wreck you.

"Please, Jacaerys... I need it. I need your cock..." you whimpered, the desperation in your voice making his length throb urgently against your lips. Your fingers tightened on his thighs, nails digging into the muscle as you gazed up at him with those big, doe eyes. The eyes of a little girl. His little girl.

But the hunger and lust burning in your eyes... it wasn't innocent or childlike at all. No, those eyes belonged to a lustful, cock-hungry slut who needed to be put in her place. And Jacaerys was going to give it to you.

Unable to hold back any longer, Jacaerys let out a guttural groan as he shoved his throbbing cock past your lips. He gripped your hair with both hands now, holding you still as he hilted deep in your convulsing throat.

Jacaerys grunted and shuddered with the intensity of the sensation, his heavy balls sticky with your drool, slapping against your chin. At the same time, Cregan stepped closer beside him and aimed his own weeping erection at your face, painting your cheeks and nose with sticky streaks of precum.

"Fuck, look at her take it," Cregan growled approvingly, pumping his shaft faster as he watched the thick outline of Jacaerys's cock bulging your stretched throat.

"Gods, her throat is squeezing me so tight," Jacaerys groaned, fingers tangling roughly in your hair. "Such a perfect little stepsis, swallowing me whole. Isn't that right, princess?" He punctuated the dirty words with shallow thrusts, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against your spit-slick chin.

Tears streamed down your face from the intense, overwhelming sensation of being so utterly filled and stretched. But your eyes never left Jacaerys, gazing up at him with rabid, cock-drunk adoration even as you gagged and choked around his pistoning length. You could feel the thick vein pulsing against your tongue, the musky, masculine scent flooding your nose with each ragged inhale.

Jacaerys groaned, feeling your tight throat muscles clench and ripple around his sensitive flesh. The way you gazed up at him, your eyes glazed with lust and worship, only spurred him on. He gripped your hair tighter, fingers curling into the silky strands as he began to rut into your hot mouth with increasing abandon.

"Your throat feels so good," Jacaerys grunted, hips snapping forward brutally. "Fuck... how are you doing that with your mouth?"

Beside him, Cregan chuckled darkly, stroking himself faster as he watched the depraved scene unfold. "Look at her, Jacaerys. She loves choking on your dick. Our princess was made for this, born for us to use."

Tears streamed down your face as Jacaerys fucked your throat, drool and spit flying with each thrust. The thick, musky scent of his arousal filled your nose, making your head spin.

"Mmmph... glllrrkk... glllk..." your strangled cries vibrated pleasantly around Jacaerys's plunging cock, spurring him to fuck your face with reckless desperation. His heavy balls slapped against your spit-slick chin with lewd, wet smacks, drawing even more choked, garbled noises from your stuffed mouth.

Jacaerys could feel his release building fast, the intense pressure coiling in his core as he used your throat like a cunt. He was so close, his baby sister's hot mouth pushing him towards the edge embarrassingly quickly.

"Mmphh... fuck... I'm gonna... gonna cum," Jacaerys panted harshly, hips stuttering as his climax approached.

"Shhh, it's okay Jace," Cregan cooed mockingly, still fisting your hair as he rubbed his swollen, leaking cock head over your tear-stained cheek. "Don't fight it. Let it happen. Paint her pretty face with your cum, man."

With a strangled cry, Jacaerys slammed deep one last time, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it exploded in your stuffed mouth. You felt the first hot, thick spurt of his release hitting the back of your throat, the bitter, salty taste of it flooding your senses.

"Ffffuck! Take it all, you little slut!" Jacaerys roared, holding your head flush against his groin as he emptied his heavy balls directly down your convulsing throat. Jet after jet of his hot, sticky seed pumped into you, your cheeks bulging as you were forced to swallow it down greedily.

Cregan groaned, pumping his own thick cock faster as he watched the lewd sight of his best friend marking his baby sister as his personal cum dump. "Gods, look at her swallow it all," he growled, aiming his own swollen tip at your face. "Such a good girl, taking your brother's load so well."

You gagged and sputtered, tears streaming down your face as Jacaerys rode out his intense orgasm. Strings of cum and spit flew as he finally pulled out, his softening cock slipping from your raw, swollen lips with a wet pop. Immediately, Cregan stepped forward, grabbing your chin and forcing your mouth open. 

"Tongue out, princess," he ordered roughly, stroking his shaft faster until thick, pearly ropes of cum splattered across your face. "Catch my load too, since you're so hungry for it." 

You stuck out your small pink tongue obediently, feeling the first splash of Cregan's hot seed paint your skin. You made sure to catch as much of his release as you could.

"Fuck, princess..." Cregan groaned, giving his softening length a few more pumps until he was spent. He smeared his leaking tip through the mess on your face, mixing his seed with the saliva and tears streaking your pretty features. 

Panting, you gazed up at the two men through hazy, lust-drunk eyes. Your plump lips were swollen, slick with spit and cum. Droplets of pearly essence dripped from your chin onto your heaving chest.

Your pretty features glistened with the combined essence of your brother and his friend, strings of cum and saliva connecting your chin to your heaving tits. The thick scent of sex hung heavy in the air as you knelt before them, feeling utterly debased and used.

Jacaerys looked down at your cum-splattered face, a mix of shame and dark satisfaction in his eyes. Cregan grinned wickedly, tucking his spent cock away as he took in the lewd sight of his best friend's sister, drunk on their releases.

"Such a good girl, taking both our loads like that," Cregan purred, smearing the mess on your cheek with his thumb.

Jacaerys swallowed hard, trying to ignore the shameful high that shot through him at the sight. At the knowledge that he had just defiled his sweet baby sister in the most filthy way. And that she had not only allowed it but seemed to crave it.

You blinked up at them, your glazed eyes struggling to focus as you fought to catch your breath. The taste of their releases mingled on your tongue, the bitterness of Jacaerys's cum and the sweeter, saltier essence of Cregan's coating your mouth. You licked your messy lips, savouring the flavour of your debauchery.

Are you satisfied, Jacaerys? Did I please you? You wanted to ask, but could only manage a breathless, fucked-out whimper. Your body ached, your throat burned, and your jaw felt like it was on fire from the brutal face-fucking. But most of all, you felt a perverse sense of pride at having brought your brother to such an intense, shameful climax.

Jacaerys stood there panting, trying to process the surreal scene. His baby sister kneeled before him, face glazed with his own cum and his best friend's, gazing up at him with unfocused eyes. The depravity of it, the utter wrongness, made his spent cock twitch traitorously.

He reached down to stroke your messy cheek, thumb smearing the combined essence coating your face. You leaned into his touch, nuzzling his palm like a needy little kitten.

Cregan chuckled darkly, amused by your dazed expression. "I think our princess needs a shower and a nap after that," he said, caressing your hair.

Jacaerys's eyes flashed with a sudden possessive intensity as he glared at Cregan, not liking the way his best friend had just claimed you as 'their' princess. No, you were HIS princess, his little sister. And he didn't want anyone else touching you like that again. Not after he had kissed you, touched you...

The urge to gather you up, clean you off, and take you home to tuck you into bed overwhelmed him.

Without a word, Jacaerys scooped you up, cradling your naked, messy body against his muscular chest. He ignored the sticky trails of cum that smeared on his skin as he held you close, protective and caring.

"Where do you think you're taking her?" Cregan asked, arching an eyebrow as he fastened his pants.

Jacaerys shot him a sharp glare, clutching you protectively against his chest. "I'm taking her home," he murmured as he gathered your clothes from the floor.

"I'm not letting you have her all to yourself after this," Cregan argued, stepping closer and hovering over where you stood caged in Jacaerys's arms. "We're both taking her home to take care of her."

Jacaerys tightened his grip on your limp form, a fierce scowl on his handsome face. "She's my sister, Cregan. I should be the one to look after her."

Cregan smirked, reaching out to tug gently at your messy hair. "Your sister who has repeatedly made love to me? I don't think you're the only one who gets to play hero here."

You shivered in Jacaerys's hold, a small murmur escaping your lips as you clung weakly to his shirt. The two men stared each other down, one protective and stubborn, the other arrogant and self-assured. Finally, Jacaerys spoke.

"Fine... we both get to take care of her," Jacaerys finally ground out through clenched teeth, unable to meet Cregan's smug gaze any longer lest he punch him squarely in the jaw. 

Cregan quirked a brow, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he reached out to cup your messy cheek possessively."Let's take her home and make sure our precious princess is taken care of properly." 

Jacaerys swallowed hard, knowing he couldn't deny you anything after how well you had served them both. Jealousy stirred within him at the thought of sharing your care, but ultimately, your satisfaction comes first.

"Fine," Jacaerys spat, shifting you gently around in his arms and smoothing out your hair. "But she sleeps in my bed tonight. You can have the guestroom or whatever..."

Cregan laughed, amused by Jacaerys's commanding tone. "We'll see about that..."

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My King & Queen battle of the gullet who

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Part 3

House of the dragon men too…

I’m such a sucker for game of thrones men

can’t even fit them all on one post

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❝His dear princess❞

☾︎✰❛❀ Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem! Reader!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jacaerys did not want you, or the vow he was bound to for life. Yet when he makes a big mistake, and potentially loses you for good. He realises just how much you meant to him.

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Bastardphobia, mentions of death and grief, kissing, marrage of convenience and grumpy X sunshine trope, Jace is down bad, flirty!reader, guilt and anxiety and happy ending;)

🪐𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This is one of my first house of the dragon fics ever, so I truly hope it's not too bad. Jacaerys is one of my favourite characters in hotd after Alicent so I really wanted to get his characteristics and behaviour right. Also, I didn't like the way they showed his grief after Luke died, as if he just moved on after two or three days. But overall, I enjoyed writing this:)

Jacaerys was infuriated with you.

You—his betrothed, acted like you owned the castle as soon as you strutted in. Speaking with no formality and a sharpness in your tongue that only infuriated him further. And especially when you did not seem to care for his heritage, who he was. The heir to the iron throne. Yet you acted as if he didn't exist to you. As if he meant nothing to you.

A marriage pact with the martells was only one of convenience. You, a princess of dorne, he, the firstborn son of queen Rhaenyra. Yet, they were stuck in dragonstone, and needed support to match the strength of the green armies. His mother needed this arrangement more than the martells did, and you made that very clear by acting carelessly and so freely, like you were in your own home. By taunting him, sitting at the great council table with your legs on them, a coin in your fingertips and a smirk in your lips. He hated it, he hated especially how good you looked.

He hated being betrothed to you already.

Rhaenyra had told him martells were rather, open and modern people. They took part in adultery even after being married, especially with the consent of their own partner. He did not know how anyone could be okay with such acts. He did not know what to expect when he met you, but it certainly wasn't how you commented on his face, calling him one of a beauty. It was inappropriate, calling a prince by such bold remarks on the first meeting, yet you did not seem to care.

But what edged him to his limit was the day you called him a bastard.

Jacaerys had been worried, he couldn't find you anywhere. Not that he cared, he was just stressed you would create another ruckus. He looked around everywhere, the garden, the great council, the dining hall, your room, even his room, but you were nowhere to be found. His chest tightened, a restlessness growing in his stomach. It seemed he always felt that way without being with you for too long. Not because he missed you—of course, but because he wanted to ensure everything was going smoothly.

He was going around circles, head spinning with a feeling that made him uncomfortable. Where were you? did you flee the castle? or were so bored of him you went to the city to a brothel in search of another man to keep you company. Anger and jealousy filled in his chest at the mere thought of that.

Jacaerys did not seem where he was going, many thoughts inside his head, before he harshly opened a door to the library. And to his surprise, there you were, a book in your hand. ‘Adventures of Aegon the conqueror’, he could read the name of the book by how you were holding it. He felt he could breathe again. By the loud sound of the door opening your head flitted towards him. Your usual smirk growing up your lips. Something that made his heart flutter in a way he didn't want it to. He clenched his jaw, holding his fists in a tight ball.

“Where have you been?” he asks, desperate tone in his voice.

“Ah, Prince Jacaerys.” you smile, closing the book and turning your attention towards him. He hated how your eye lashes fluttered, your hair falling down in just the perfect way. “I've been gaining some Targaryen knowledge, as you can see. Since we are to be married, I thought I should know my husband's family. Don't you think?”

Husband.

That word rose heat to his cheeks, quickly clearing his throat.

“I'm not your husband.” he spoke, in a tone harsher than he intended, “At least not yet anyway.”

You smile wider, making his heart race. He was always a bit stubborn, and uptight. Yet you were always so carefree and light, always so kind with his demise. He didn't know what to make of it all. A curious look grazed upon your face, eyebrows furrowing. You sat up, walking onwards another shelf of books, lips pursued. Before looking at him.

“I have always wondered, hmm,” you say, your finger coming up to your lips, “do tell me prince Jacaerys, is it true that you were born out of wedlock?”

His eyes widened, “What did you say to me?”

You either did not notice the offend and defensiveness in his tone, or simply pretend not to. Turning to look at him, “I mean, all Targaryen children have white hair. Do they not? Even if they did not, none of your formal parents have black, dark hair like yours.”

His breath hitches, all of the insecurities he had contained in a jar of fireflies fled out the second you brought out his hair. A wall rising inside him. You were acting as if you just did not ask the most dangerous question ever. As if it did not matter to you.

“How dare you insinuate such filthy claims?!” his voice rises, almost shouting. Your eyes flicker surprise for a moment, before turning back to the usual stoic look.

“Ah, you are offended.” you state, as if he shouldn't be, “I meant no harm, my prince. I have no problem with you being a bastard. In fact, it only makes you more interesting. The thing I don't like is your distaste for the truth. One should own up to who they are.”

Bastard.

You, called him a bastard. He isn't able to speak for a moment, too tongue—tied. You....think of him this way too? you? he can't hear as you speak further, a ringing in his head. It only intensifies. Only when you start talking about dorne is when he snaps back from his haze.

“And I have thousands of brothers and sisters back in dorne, no one cares ther—”

“I don't care, what you dornish do back there, but here you don't speak to me with filths of a claim.” he grits, his voice cold, “I am the queen's son. And if I hear you say one word about that again, I will see you hanged.” his words held so much malice in them, one would believe it to be true.

Of course, he could never actually do that, the blacks needed martells armies more than ever. His mother couldn't afford them raging war at her and joining the green's side. And, he could never harm you either. It was just a baseless threat, one he said out of anger and insecurity. He immediately regretted it when he saw the look on your face; hurt. But even worse, fear. Before he could even begin to take them back, it was too late. Your spot, where you stood, was already empty.

You had seen him less and less after that. Of course, you were your usual self. Taunting and teasing him, but something was off. Something distant. He hated it. He hated how much he missed it. Your remarks, your witty replies, your cockiness. He wanted it back. He wanted you back.

Next time he sees you, it's in a completely unexpected place. Dragon—pit. He was about to ride on Vermax to patrol the skies, when he stops. There you were, sat on the hard rock, legs swinging at the edge of it and his dragon's head in your hands. You..you were feeding him. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!” he shouts, eye wide.

You turn your head to him, a smirk on your lips grows. You enjoyed the fact he was on his nerves, furious.

“What does it look like? I'm feeding this cute little angel right here.” you coo, talking to his dragon in a baby voice. Vermax was known for her temper, yet with you it magically dis—appears? a little bit inside him was flustered, heart beating faster than ever that you and his dragon, a very important part of his life, bonded flawlessly. But he shrugs it off, he has to. Flushing over you isn't his duty.

Protecting you is.

As much as he would like to deny it, you're his now. Lawfully so. And he wouldn't let anything happen to you. Especially Vermax. He wouldn't know how to live with himself if his own dragon were to be the cause of, of.. your demise. His throat burns, even the mere thought of harm coming to you feels as if he's being drowned to death. After Luke, he cannot lose anyone. Jacaerys cannot lose you. Even if that was the first thing he tried to do after meeting you. You were the most part of his frustrations yet the only thought when he's in his bed at night.

“Have you lost your mind?” he asks, his voice harsh, as if you were his child and he was scolding you for doing something childish.

“Have you had no fear? you could have died what were you even thinking?!” you falter for a moment, upon seeing the trembling of his hands and the tightness in his voice.

“Jacaerys—”

“No!” he interrupts you, “You, you could have been...do you even realise..”

Your eyes widened as he struggled to even breath, huffing for air anxiously. You quickly get up, walking towards him. He's so much inside his head that he doesn't notice your hands coming up his face, slinging through his dark curly hair. An act that slowed and claimed his beating heart down. Your soft palms make contact with both his cheeks, a peaceful shush in your voice and he finally breathes. Properly. He sighed, eyes closing as his hands came up to hold yours.

This, you, him? this felt oddly peaceful. This felt like home. Vermax watches the whole interaction with a quiet huff, turning away back to the pits. You nudge closer towards him, resting your forehead against his. Love. This felt like love. “Promise me” he starts out, his voice low and timid, “promise you will never do that again.” Instead of putting on a fight like you usually do, you nod, gently caressing his cheek. His head leaned further into your touch, putty in your hands.

“I promise.”

That, gives him great relief. “Good.”

Time seems to slow down, Jacaerys could count every freckle on your nose to cheeks, every small cut in between your knuckles or lips, every curve of smile you put on. And all the scents coming from your body that drove him crazy. You notice his lips still trembling, and above your judgement, you decide to kiss it better. He inhales a sharp breath as your lips touch his, but makes no movement to push you away. It's gentle, barely brushing against his. Jacaerys realised how they fit perfectly amidst his, and how much he was craving it all these months until he finally tasted them.

You slowly pull away, hesitantly. His eyes are still closed. Hands crawling up your waist. He speaks again, a whisper almost.

“I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

He's talking about the library, and you smiled softly, shaking your head.

“It's okay. You can't get rid of me that easily, Jace. Should have known that when you got betrothed to a dornish princess.”

You had already forgiven him. But he didn't want you to. He didn't want to be at your mercy this easily, not when he wasn't able to forgive himself. You, you had crept your way into his heart when he didn't want you to, and now he never wanted to let you go. It was all your fault.

“No I...” he shakes his head, “I never should have said that. Not only because it was so wrong but also because it was completely untrue.” Jacaerys swallows his breath, every bit of him wanted to turn away and never look back, but he couldn't do that. “I have been called names, about my heritage. Ever since I was a child. About my parenting and what not. And it's very...when anyone talks about it, it's like a bandage ripping off a new and fresh wound. No matter how many years pass by, it's still like that for me.”

You nod your head slowly, in understanding. This was raw. He had finally told you one of his darkest parts, his worst fears, and you hadn't run away.

“I understand. I should have never said that. I did not know it was like this for you.” He feels relief in your words.

But there was still something he needed to let out.

“But I...” he didn't know how hard this was for him until he started to actually say it, “I really could never mean it. What I said. Even if you have committed the worst treason or crime, even if you had taken my heart and carved it out, I still wouldn't be able to do one thing that might be even close to harming you. Believe me I have tried. And I have failed.”

He looks away from you, cheeks closing red. Jacaerys had just poured his heart out and gave it to you. But the chances of you, and feeling the same? were very dim. He sees stars when he sees you, what do you see? just him? or even worse? a filth in the name of a true born prince. A gasp leaves his lips as your fingers trace the outlines of his jaw, trailing down to his neck to his chest. You stopped at the red and black three dragons symbol made on the polish cloth he wore.

“Why do you think I agreed to this marriage? not because of this.” you point to the very symbol engraved on his chest, of the house targaryen, “If it was just for this, I certainly would have never.”

He turns his head back to you, confusion in his face. He also feels a bit of guilt in him. At first, he only agreed to this pact because his mother had no choice. Because of your house. Nothing else. And you're saying that his house didn't even matter to you when you agreed to this betrothal? then why? you did not even know what he looked like, and you simply agreed?

“Why then?”

That's the question that's now left in him. Why, if his house and title didn't matter?

“Well,” your lips curl up, a glint in your eyes, as a blush arose your cheeks, “From years I had heard stories of Targaryen princes. How arrogant and unkind they were, your cousins, Aegon and Aemond, well I certainly didn't hear anything good about them. And then you came. The velaryon prince, the son of the realm's delight, born with a kind heart and a fierceness to protect. I knew I had to marry someday, but I only agreed to marry you because I knew—you wouldn't mistreat me. Because I fell in love with the stories of the dark haired prince who had the most beautiful brown eyes ever, who protected his brother when he was a child himself, who stole my heart before he even claimed it.”

Jacaerys doesn't know what to say, his throat falls dry. It doesn't feel real, when he's wanted something so dearly and someone just gives it to him freely; it does not feel real. You do not feel real. But you are. He knows you are when your hands tug at his collar, his face close to you as you pull him towards you and your breath fanning on his cheeks. He knows this is real, and it's better than any dream he's ever had.

“I do not want our marriage to be an unhappy one.”

You say, a plea in your voice.

He smiles, wide. And he doesn't even have to make an effort this time, “For me, the words unhappy and you? well they don't go in the same sentence.”

That seals it for you, he can see that. As you kiss his words, an unspoken understanding and passion in it. Jacaerys realises he could get used to this. Kisses, hugs, reading each other books, waking by the warmth of your body besides his; in fact, there's no one else he'd rather do it by. And nothing he would want more.

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 ��𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑚:) 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛! 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒.

[dreammfyre]

the heir's favorite ⋆ jacaerys velaryon

SUMMARY. You are the first daughter of the marriage between your mother Rhaenyra Targaryen and your father Daemon Targaryen. Always the most rebellious and difficult of all, temperamental, impulsive. However, weak before the temptation to possess your older brother, the crown prince Jacaerys Velaryon, a knight par excellence, the opposite of you. But no one in Dragonstone imagined that you shared much more than dragon's blood.

WARNINGS. +18 Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!oc. Targaryen incest (brother and sister). Jacaerys aggressive and dominant. Smut. Based on the second season of House Of the Dragon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. This was a suggestion left anonymously in the messages, so I invite you to leave yours. Thanks for reading.

The empty room was so quiet that you could feel your thoughts could be heard all over the place. The full moon illuminated the dark sky, standing out against the stars that night where everyone was resting in their chambers, but you were unable to lie in your bed, much less fall asleep without having nightmares. The Stone Table was where everyone met daily to discuss strategies for the war that was being unleashed in Westeros, but now that empty place was strange, so much silence and loneliness. The extinguished embers did not illuminate the tabletop, you touched the stone expecting to burn, however, it was totally cold.

"Who's there?" a familiar voice entered the place. You turned immediately finding Prince Jacaerys, your older brother and heir to your mother's throne. "Sister... it's very late."

"I know, you should be resting." You replied walking towards him.

"It's a bit complex lately." He took the luxury of joking, in response you smiled without much encouragement. "May I know what you're doing here?"

"Not much. Seems to me you're not the only one who doesn't get any rest." You lifted your shoulders casually. "Any news on your rounds?"

Jacaerys shook his head in disappointment, pacing around the table resting his hands on the handle of his sword without taking his eyes off you, analyzing your presence carefully, as if silently judging you. You rested your hands on the stone of the table relaxing your body on your arms, but your head couldn't stop scheming hundreds of thoughts and bloody imaginary scenarios regarding the war.

"Cole's army is getting bigger and bigger and we don't have a damn clue about anything." You said with a tense jaw. "And about my father..." you sighed deeply without looking your brother in the face "no word from him for days."

"That's not your fault." Jace tried to make you feel better with repeated kind words, but your guilt was growing and the anguish of the approaching war wouldn't leave you alone. "Daemon is not the priority."

"That idiot should be here, on the island, with his queen and his children." You whispered angrily. Then you looked up resolute in your decision. "I'll go see him tomorrow."

That didn't sit well with your brother.

"Don't talk nonsense, Visenya." The heir scoffed. "You can't go to Harrenhal alone, it's too dangerous and we don't know if the way is clear."

"You think I'll arrive by land alongside Daemon's imaginary army?" you sneered in the same condescending manner, a brazen gesture that made Jacaerys' blood boil. "I will ride Vermithor's back at dawn and arrive before the sun peaks. I will return the same day with news before the queen."

"That's a lousy idea!" Your brother exclaimed angrily. Grabbing your arm with brute force, forcing you to look him. "How can you even think of traveling alone to lands we don't know if they are enemies or allies?"

"We need to move fast before they come for us, Jacaerys." You squirmed under his grip feeling his fingers bury into your pale skin. "Do you intend to wait for my father to return?" you managed to break free from his grip with difficulty, Jacaerys ran a hand through his wavy hair desperate not to talk sense into you. "Because you may take a seat, I will not be accompanying you."

"Visenya, please understand the magnitude of your stupidity." He begged, chasing you from side to side. Your brother knew how impulsive you were, and how hard it was for you to get an idea out of your head, no matter if it was good or bad and in this case it was a rather dangerous one. "What happens if you cross paths with Vhagar in the skies?" The prince raised his voice to you demanding and imperative trying to intimidate you, anyone passing nearby could overhear your discussion. You turned your back to him, you didn't want to look him in the face out of embarrassment because deep down you knew his words were true. "You have no business there!"

"I have no business here either!" you exclaimed with the same intensity. You were temperamental by nature and now you were blowing off steam. "I'm tired of staying cooped up on the island, waiting for others to figure things out! I'm a dragon rider, and I'm constrained by these walls."

Your brother understood that feeling better than anyone, he grabbed you by both cheeks, covering your face with his firm hands.

"I know how you feel, Visenya. Believe me, but walking out at the first impulse is not the solution, don't you understand?" You put your hands over his, looking at him intently. You wanted to nod to answer him the question he asked you, but you were mesmerized in his nearness and his breath hitting your face. "Stay here, with us." He watched you carefully without letting go, losing himself in the sense of his pleas to look at you closely, you were so beautiful in any light no matter how dim, a Targaryen through and through with bright, intense violet eyes of long white hair like your parents. Jacaerys couldn't help but stare at you, the half-open lips tempting him to taste you, trying not to lose what little composure he had left. "With me."

You possessed the ethereal beauty of your mother and the complex character of your father, Daemon Targaryen. Under your little ethics and impulsiveness you did not think if it was a coherent idea and you threw yourself to kiss the thick lips of your brother who reciprocated instantly, none of them reasoned, they only moved to the rhythm of the kiss where their moist lips brushed anxiously. Your brother's hand on your waist took you by surprise, more so when he pressed you against his body bumping you against his chest and cornering you against the table.

"Go to sleep." Jace scolded you making an attempt to stop kissing you, but you kept reaching for him. "This isn't a good place."

With a smile you ignored knowing the only way to stop the situation was for you to go to your quarters and you didn't feel like leaving. You grabbed her hair tangling your fingers in her chestnut curls, Jacaerys strength intimidated you, but it wasn't enough to stop you.

"Don't go to Harrenhal." He pleaded leaving kisses on your neck, tracing a wet path over your skin taking advantage of inhaling your scent. "Do it and I promise I will warm your bed every night."

You felt a shiver run down your back at his offering, Jacaerys kept leaving kisses until he reached your collarbones uncovered by the neckline of your dress. His warm lips made your heart beat faster, you grabbed him by the face stopping him.

"Would you do that for me?" you asked with dangerous innocence, watching his glossy swollen lips.

"Do you really doubt it?" he answered against your ear, then brushed his nose against yours slowly, you left a short kiss on his lips almost by instinct, so tender and unexpected that you heard a laugh come out of the prince.

"I'll think about it." You whispered touching his chest, playing with the textures of the fabrics, his agitated breathing gave him away, having you close was a personal challenge for the prince. It was a lie, you weren't going to think about it, you just wanted to give him what he needed to hear to stay with you.

Jacaerys' big hands began to take hold of your body squeezing you tightly making you gasp, then you lifted your chin giving him access to your neck, the kisses there unsettled you in a special way and only your brother knew it, taking advantage of your weakness, listening closely to his breathing and feeling the warmth of his breath was much better. Everything about him you liked, and you were missing him lately. The pressure and uncertainty of the war had taken your head elsewhere, you had abandoned each other for valid reasons, but at that second you just wanted to give yourself to him one more time.

You stood on your tiptoes to gain a little more height reaching for his ear, your brother tensed at the delicate touch of your hot tongue against his lobe, you licked delicately knowing that it turned him on, he confessed it to you one night and you never forgot it. A deep moan of satisfaction came from his throat, then carefully, you lowered one of your hands straight down to his pants, positioning yourself over his hard member that was pressing against the fabric.

"This is not the best place." Begged the prince resting his forehead on your shoulder. "We are in a sacred place, you know?"

You cared little for his insistence or decency when you only wanted to shout his name, though you knew Jacaerys was asking you to stop for the sake of not failing in duty, not because the desire wasn't there. No one understood the reason why Rhaenyra did not cancel the stupid engagement between Lady Baela and the right Jacaerys, no one could deny that they could become blameless kings for the history of Westeros, but there would never be the tension and burning desire throbbing as when the fire was unleashed between you. That first time with a taste of sin, you begging him not to stop, that it was going to become a one-time secret that his parents would never find out, a secret they couldn't help but repeat between your sheets and his, in the hallways and in the library.

Desperate, your brother lifted the skirt of your dress with your help by grabbing your leg and pulling it up to his waist. The mere contact made you moan from the pleasure, you clamped your mouth shut to keep from making noise, you were too sensitive and needy and Jacaerys liked to have you under his control. You were always sarcastic, upset and nasty, just like your dragon, but Jacaerys Velaryon knew how to control you.

"What are you going to do if someone finds out about us?" You asked with bated breath. Deep down it was important to keep the secret guarded to keep it. Jacaerys' fingers stroking between your legs making you jump, clinging to the heir's neck and leaning against the table. "What are they going to say when they find out the crown prince fucking his sister."

His fingers slowly moved up and down, playing with your slimy wetness between his fingers. The mischievous grin on the chestnut's face only reflected the satisfaction of having managed to have you like this, so submissive to him.

"Does it scare you?" he whispered against your moaning lips. With his other hand he gripped the back of your neck tightly, so you wouldn't move. "They're going to find out you're my spoiled sister." Two of his long fingers began to search for the perfect place to insert themselves into you. You stirred under his grip settling in for him, your desperate breathing needing him to finish his work, but he seemed very calm provoking you with his words. "Do you know what they'll call you?" he bit your lip, pulling it towards him. "The heir's whore." His fingers slipped inside you so easily, sliding into your wet insides gushing moans from your chest as you felt him move in and out of you. Jacaerys took your leg his free hand clutching his fingers to your thigh preventing you from closing before him.

At the first loud moan you covered your mouth immediately knowing you were attracting attention, the sensation between your legs was stronger. You squeezed your brother's shoulder getting used to the movement of his fingers inside you.

"Don't yell." He ordered uncompromisingly. He had to kiss you to shut you up, which served you a few short minutes. You were losing your mind, your legs wanted to close but Jace put his foot down to stop that from happening.

"Jacaerys." His name on your lips excited him more than anything else, for it was the tone of desperation that mirrored your desire. To know that he controlled you and you were under his dominion with how arrogant you were, that no knight owned you, that everyone desired you for being Rhaenyra's spoiled daughter, but you were his, no matter an arranged marriage or duty was enough. "Mmh." You ran your hand over your face, desperate to keep silent fighting against your body that was beginning to tremble as his fingers went faster.

But for an ego like Prince Jacaerys Velaryon's it wasn't enough. Listening to you enjoy yourself on the Stone Table where every day they met to discuss war strategies was the most satisfying image to his eyes and he was not going to be able to forget it. The way you moved, dragon-like, the sweetest and most desperate noises came from you, none of the whores he had been with compared to the delicacy of a pureblood Targaryen. A unique and unrepeatable privilege.

When your breathing became erratic and the murmurs incomprehensible swearing you were going to reach that peak, Jacaerys came to a screeching halt chastising you. You opened your eyes in disappointment and fury, your heart leaping out of your chest and your legs damp and trembling.

"Be a good sister," he stroked your cheek with the gentleness you deserve to be treated with. You were trying to listen to him but you were so upset you just wanted to insult him for doing that to you. "Turn around."

Your hair stood up at his tone of voice demanding and conciliatory at the same time. As obedient as ever, just for him, you turned your back to him as the prince busied himself with pulling down his pants that were pressing against the erection he was trying to contain. Your heart wouldn't stop pounding, you could still feel his long fingers inside you and the wait, however minimal, was becoming eternal and torturous. You looked sideways at the entrances of the place without finding anyone, but the truth is that you didn't care if at that moment the queen arrived and found them like that, the euphoria and adrenaline was taking over your body and your reason, the overflowing desire had taken your actions. You felt Jace's hands sneaking up your skirt, careful where to touch, looking for just the right position to enter. He stood behind you, your dress pulled up over your back, the mere touch made you moan. You were so wet it was slipping from your entrance.

"Don't say anything." He told you and you nodded, you were capable of begging if necessary, though deep down you knew he enjoyed it making you obey. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

You closed your eyes as you felt Jacaerys slowly push behind you. You took a breath and tried to relax, you both moaned slowly, the prince tensed his jaw and clenched his teeth to keep from making noise, he stayed still for a few seconds searching for your hips digging his fingers into your skin trapping you in that position, moving you back and forth to better thrust. The rubbing of his member on your walls felt warm and wet, an invasion of your body, you were so used to his size that the sensation became familiar, literally. Some of the pieces of stone you unintentionally threw away, that was going to be a problem for later, because now the noise of their bodies colliding was beginning to consume you. The control he had over you didn't bother you, he gripped you tightly taking over everything. Her hips moved with yours instinctively in a delicious back and forth.

"Like this." You gasped with closed eyes and a satisfied expression. You reached for his hand under your dress and clung to him as tightly as Jace clung to you.

His length pumped in and out of you at a rapid pace, but this time, Jacaerys made sure each thrust was deep by ramming his pelvis into your buttocks.

"What a pleasure to meet again, don't you think?" his question was punctuated by your same panting without stopping moving. You weren't able to answer, your high-pitched moans were getting louder and louder, putting both of you at risk. On the other hand, he was breathing heavily. You had to cover your mouth with your hand, biting your palm to stifle your own moans of pleasure at having him inside you.

You started to stir but you were trapped in his hands, he knew you well enough to know what to do, you turned to look at him finding the heir ramming you with force and speed, his hair fell in curls that moved to the rhythm of his rhythm, when their gazes met for a second he stared at you, your face sweating, your eyes bright with a frown of supplication and red cheeks were enough to have no mercy. Your entrance was tightening at the same time you couldn't breathe, that feeling of a wave invading your insides begging for more desperate to reach orgasm. Jacaerys took your with one hand your waist and with the other your hip, encasing his fingers preventing you from escaping, you were in this together and you had to finish it.

You moved your arm and disarranged the pieces on the board. Now you could hear your brother moaning, cursing you for being his undoing and the greatest of his sins, making you his own feeling the power to mark you and deflower you breaking any tradition that governs the Targaryen nobility. It felt so good that you could confess your love to him just so he wouldn't stop. Luckily for both of you, he didn't stop, the rapid movements and the pressure forming in your lower stomach was getting out of control, the noise intensifying from the collision of your bodies and your knees seemed to lose any kind of strength to hold you up, luckily the table was there to support your body, plus your brother who wasn't going to let you fall. Until you couldn't manage to resist anymore, your orgasm came first like a shiver throughout your body, you closed your eyes tightly and watching you exclaim his name in screams of pleasure ended the infinite torture of the heir that took a few seconds to wait.

"Shit." Your voice hopefully came out of your dry mouth. You had your chest against the weight crushing your breasts, one of your hands intertwined with your brother's who was rebounding behind you.

You both took a second to take a breath and assimilate what you had just done, you had promised not to fall into carnal sin again and that's why the last time was several months ago. You leaned on the table with both hands coming back into yourself with your chest heaving, your brother's hands were still in the same place but he was no longer squeezing you with the same possessive intensity. Your hair was falling on both sides, tousled from the movement and your legs were begging you for a rest.

Jacaerys caught his breath, but his heart had not calmed down at all. His body was still experiencing those chills and that unique tension, he took a step backwards out of your body to get dressed. You immediately felt the fluid trickle down the inside of your thighs, dripping slowly down your hot skin.

"Are you okay?" Jace asked pulling up his pants, his movements a little uncontrolled as the adrenaline was still pumping. You nodded fixing your wrinkled dress. It wasn't the first time it had happened, you both knew what it was, that meant you would have to have tea the next morning.

"Looks like I'll be staying."

Your older brother smiled, fixed his hair pulling it back and moving closer to kiss you again, this time slower and softer, trapping your lips with his so slowly that you relaxed. You took his face kissing him again, his scent, his warmth, his bearing that forced you to lift your chin to reach your mouth, the softness of his lips, it was the most comforting sensation you knew.

"Go rest." He whispered without opening his eyes. Tidying your hair behind your ear.

"Okay." You replied in the same tone, so obedient and submissive before him, kissing for the last time his mouth following your movement. "Good night"

Leaving him was complicated, but you were satisfied with the encounter. As you walked you felt the burning between your legs, a reminder that was to last a couple of days that he had made you his once more, that was the greatest secret they kept hidden, they had forgotten for a moment the war between families, the political problems, duty and order.

Jacaerys Velaryon watched you go, silently picking up the sword he had dropped to the ground. That simple symbol that he was capable of abandoning his duty as prince for you, he staked his honor and his word for taking you. He stayed a while longer tidying up the mess they had created, arranging the pieces of stone in the place that corresponded according to the figure, picking up from the floor some that fell without realizing it. It was he who always assumed the role of responsibility for cleaning up the mess and pretending nothing had happened. How was he going to show up tomorrow at this very spot knowing he had relations with Visenya, the spoiled and arrogant princess, right there?

He only hoped Daemon Targaryen would never discover that his daughter was the heir's favorite if he wished to one day ascend the throne.

[jacesvelaryons]

Can you write something about Jacaerys velaryon x targaryen wife reader

Where she gives birth to a baby that looks like jace and it bothered alicent but they don't care? :3

Saving Face (Jacaerys Velaryon x Targtower!Reader)

(a/n): i’m sorry this request took over a year but my, what a great idea! i hope you like it

word count: 3.0k

summary: with what was supposed to be a happy moment in the new chapter of your family with jacaerys, only wounds linger when your mother is unhappy with your child's appearance.

warnings: slight angst, family tensions, complicated family relationships, implied incest (the targaryen way), not alicent hightower friendly

request status: OPEN

The joy of his newborn child is nearly eclipsed by the fear that his beloved would be called to face the same humiliation his mother endured upon his birth.

Even in distress, his beautiful wife still looked otherworldly silver hair spun in gold, and with her pale lavender eyes, he would not have that ginger sucker of joy to rob him from this life changing celebration. His relief that his beloved survived the precarious birth, worried about her lithe frame and the prostration it weighed on her during the pregnancy.

His little boy, his beloved son, a fragment of the other half of soul and his own. He is perfect, with his ten little toes and fingers, and he is all his.

Jacaerys is thankful his mother was in the birthing room with him and his wife, breaking protocol (as always) to be with the mother as she went into labour. Without her, he thinks he would’ve been hysterical and lost his mind without her guiding hand and comforting presence in seeing Y/N in distress.

“Where is my mother?” Y/N cradles the babe to her breast, as he suckled in his mother’s warmth and he feels his heart drop to his stomach as her face contorted in disappointment.

The child yearned for nourishment, and the midwives guided the young mother so she could feed the child with her milk.

The Dowager Queen remained unyielding even as her step-daughter arose as Queen, and she was still given some privileges even with her dispute with his mother. The marriage of Jacaerys and Y/N, her youngest daughter, was made as a desperate attempt to patch the two sides together and make peace as his mother sat on the Iron Throne.

Her mother attended the wedding, wearing a dark muted forest green that still appeared obsidian in certain angles, but the flame patterns could not be missed on her gown.

A mockery indeed as if she did not accept his mother’s ascendance to the throne and wanted her small rebellions in forms of cloth, he would not grant her the satisfaction of his reaction, for the sake of the realm and his wife, her daughter. It would be too scandalous to do so.

When his beloved was called abed, all pretense of dignity and calm collapsed underneath him. Whatever confident front he had broke apart as fear consumed him, sweat dripping from his forehead, hands shaking, heart beating wildly as he realized his wife was to cross the barrier between life and death to birth their child.

Seeing Y/N’s clean white robes stained the bed in scarlet as she quickens and the pain increases as the babe nears reminds him of the chills whenever he walks the path from the princess’ chambers to the queen’s, the same path forged in blood when his mother then Princess Rhaenyra, the crown princess and heir to the Throne, had to face the humiliation called upon by her stepmother, now Queen Dowager Alicent.

His blood boils when he sees the auburn former queen walk that path meekly nowadays on her way to see her daughter, as if it was all an act when she had pulled rank and caused so much suffering to his beloved mother. Jacaerys fears his wife, now the Princess of Dragonstone will have to walk those same halls, perform the same walk of shame and mummery with all the courtiers of the Keep to bear witness.

There is no possibility he will allow her to endure the same, he would bring fire and blood to all of Westeros shall she have to face that, yet it brings him relief when he reminds himself that woman is no longer Queen but his mother is, Queen of her own right and first of her name, and yet all the same, that woman is also his mother-in-law, mother to his darling. And grandmother to the child that shares his blood.

Jacaerys never left the side of his wife even when her birth continued onto the hour of the wolf, his hands intertwined with her own, assuring kisses on her temple and cheek and encouraging her when she would cry she wanted to relent. Across from him stood his mother, whose locks resembled her half sister and his wife, an experienced mother who has felt such joy and such sorrow too, with a maternal comfort gained with experience.

He would not allow a woman filled with hate to the brim in her heart to rob him of the joys of fatherhood and the relief of his wife safe and sound after such birth to their babe. Jace felt relief like no other when he began to see the dark haired head of the child crowning, and the guttural, final scream she exerted as the child exited her womb.

Jacaerys comforted and whispered assurances of gratitude and encouragement to his lady wife, that she be reminded how grateful he was of her efforts to grow their family, of her devotion and love for him, and fulfilling her duty with nothing but grace, peppering kisses all over her flushed face.

As he caressed the fine hair of his child much like own while he fed from his mother’s breast, his elated expression dropped as if in a chilling reminder when she asked for her mother. As despicable as that woman was, he could not deny her wishes if it brought her reprieve. Jace smiled and promised her that she would be coming and has been informed of the birth of her new grandchild.

When Y/N was beyond earshot, he approached the young midwife with a hardened gait, grinding through his teeth. “If the Dowager Queen wishes to see the prince, she will make her way here herself. She can walk, can she not?!"

While his wife was preoccupied and in isolation during the last few months of the pregnancy, Jace had made efforts to convince his mother to move the Lady Alicent to the second floor below the palace where the current royal family lived. “To remind her of what she’s done to us and may feel the pain we have endured.” He told Queen Rhaenyra, who was hesitant but accepted afterwards.

Jacaerys marched his way outside the ornate doors where his wife and their babe rested, raising his chin and standing with his chest puffed out, a cold indifferent expression, back straightened and fists clenched white as his wife’s mother made her way up the stairs with difficulty.

In the years since her queenship, the then young queen had begun to develop striking pain all over her body, especially down her spine and legs no matter what the maesters or foreign healers would advise. Jacaerys thought it was fitting for when he would make his mother walk up with him and his newborn siblings, bleeding across the hallways and staircases due to the green queen’s attempt to humiliate them.

Perhaps he is his mother’s son, as diplomatic, gracious, intelligent and cunning as he may be, grudges linger.

He could hear a pin drop as the auburn haired woman nearly stumbled down the final stairs and tripped over her gown, with a few septas rushing over to assist her but he showed no commiseration.

The doors swung open as Alicent limped towards her daughter’s bedside, slightly softening in consolation her daughter was safe in childbirth and the child was kicking like a goat.

“Praise the Mother, my girl.” She brushed her blood-smeared fingers over her silver hair shakily, whispering. He did not miss the glimpse of disappointment when she noticed the dark brown hair of the child, even when the boy had her pale lavender eyes.

Alicent cleared her throat, avoiding the gaze of those around her. “I see that the prince strongly resembles his father.”

Jacaerys’ eyes narrowed in suspicion, instinctively reaching towards the pommel of his Valyrian steel sword. “Is that supposed to be a problem, Dowager?” He stomped forward, hovering above his wife and child.

“Not at all, my prince. He is a handsome boy-”

Queen Rhaenyra noticed the tension beginning to develop and interrupted with a smile. “She means no ill, Jacaerys. Merely an observation.”

“An observation?! She wished to have us named as bastards to replace you as heir with one of her spawns and humiliate you.” He raised his voice, accusatory at his mother’s former adversary, and he could feel Lucerys next to him, pulling him away to calm him.

His wife Y/N, exhausted and delirious from the birth, began to grow pale and overwhelmed from the commotion around her, just as her babe broke out in tears and wailed. The Queen ordered everyone but Jacaerys to exit the room and give the family their space. The door shut with a thunderous thud.

…

Hours later, the midwives finished cleaning up the afterbirth, bathed and cleaned the lady and the child before they both fell asleep in new linen sheets and fed.

Jacaerys never left his young family’s side, despondent he had lost his cool, distressing his family during a vulnerable moment, turning what should have been a celebration into an altercation.

He cringed as he could only imagine what the murmurs and whispers about his behaviour and the events that followed with his wife’s mother would share about him. He had brought this upon himself and his family.

AS Y/N began waking from her first rest since the labours, he turned to her as soon as he could hear her rise from her sheets, reaching for her hands in his.

“I have failed you, wife. I should have protected you but I have only raised in anger over old wounds and created altercations when I should have.” Jacaerys felt his tears brim, cheeks red with ignominy and shame.

Her eyes fluttered awake, still weary from the long delivery but visibly more rested already. She shook her head in understanding with an enervated sigh.

“I understand your relationship with my mother has been tense, for what she had done to Her Grace and your family. But I can assure her she has changed, if she is not with me, she is on the knees at the Sept begging for forgiveness and giving alms-”

“She looked at our son the same way she used to look at me and my brothers as children, when she would use her tongue to call us bastards! I fear she will do the same to you and the boy. What good will alms do if she still wishes to see me and our son six feet under ground for the colour of our hair!?” Jacaerys exclaimed, lips quivering in fear as he felt tears brim in his eyes.

Y/N brought their son closer to her arms, only comforted by the sight of her child and her beloved.

“I will handle her, trust me. She thinks I do not pay attention to these things, but I do.” She reaches her free hand to his, unmoving to not wake the babe and squeezes his larger palms into her own.

Jacaerys sniffles, wiping his tears with his sleeve. “I do not wish to drive you apart from your mother, my love. I only worry about you and our family’s safety, and the throne. That you and our son may not suffer on my behalf.”

Their son had just begun to fall asleep in her arms, and she began bouncing him instinctively, quickly gaining the ropes of what it took to be a good mother. Jacaerys knew she would be nothing like her own mother, eagerly learning from his mother Queen Rhaenyra, speaking with other royal and noble mothers and even listening to wet nurses and nannies on how to rear children best.

“Are you sure you can handle this conversation? Would you like me outside or in the room with you?” He asks with uncertainty, not entirely confident with his wife even with her own mother.

The wife of the heir to the Iron Throne and Princess of Dragonstone nods fiercely. “You forget I am a dragon too. We do not bow to these snakes that suck from their prey.”

…

In the overmorrow on the first day of spring, Y/N had just put her son in his cradle, handcrafted in limestone and marble with seahorses and dragons, lined with sheets of silk with pearls and aquamarines, befitting the future King, and the scion of Houses Targaryen and Velaryon.

She hummed as she watched him sleep, having gone through feeding him herself to the surprise of the wet nurses she had followed through, unlike most royalty. She swore she would leave nursing and care to others if she had no other choice.

Underneath sat the hearth of the magenta and mauve swirled dragon egg surrounded by pieces of coal, emitting whirls of smoke that signified the life alive in those eggs. The egg was special as it was the first from her young ride, a nervous flighty thing who only managed to hatch when she found out she was expecting herself, rarely only having one dragon when most on Dragonstone laid many.

As she hums old Valyrian nursery hymns from the crypts of ancient Valyrian text retrieved from the tombs of the Keep’s libraries, she recognizes the steps of her mother without a glimpse.

In her jade hued robes, Lady Alicent was quaint yet undaunted to remind the court of her former standing as once the queen who ruled these halls. A black veil hid part of her auburn hair that turned to flames in certain lighting.

Her mother grimaces with a smile that does not reach her eyes, but relief is painted all over her being. “You are well, daughter? I presume so is the babe.”

Y/N curtly interrupts her. “The babe is your grandson, my child when I am your flesh and blood, mother. Most importantly, he is the future heir to the throne, second in line to my husband.”

Alicent frantically fidgets with her fingers, tugging at her old emerald rings in consternation.

“Of course, yes. His name, Aemon, is fitting for a future monarch.” She could hear the strain in her mother’s words, laced with lies. All her life she had learned those sealed with malice and deceit.

“You forget yourself, mother. My husband and my children are of the blood of the dragon, as do I. You do not understand the ways of the dragon, in your jealousy of wanting to unseat my sister and put Aegon on the throne. Your attempts to disgrace and dispossess my future husband and his brothers has brought the Stranger hanging over mine and my own son’s head!” Y/N chides in betrayal, voice tinged with disbelief her mother would do such a thing.

“Y/N-”

“I could not believe you, mother, that you still harbour such ill will after many years. My marriage with Jacaerys should have buried whatever disagreements you may have had with Queen Rhaenyra, but you value imbuing hate and division on this house more than choosing the peace and stability of this kingdom!”

“Your husband and your son are unbecoming of what Targaryen princes are supposed to look like-” The Dowager attempted to reason, but was impeded as her daughter held an imposing hand towards her.

“Unbecoming? Have you not glimpsed into a mirror? You are nothing of what a Targaryen queen should be, a mere second son’s daughter who brought nothing of value to the throne, and only sought discord to advance her family. Who replaced the Targaryen tapestries with ones of the Seven in hopes of bringing your radicalism to the rest of the kingdom!”

Guards barge in the doors of the babe’s nursery, their armour and swords clattering loudly in the quiet hall.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Y/N coldly turns away from her mother, even as she frowned the same way she would. “By order of the Princess of Dragonstone with the seal of approval of the Prince of Dragonstone and the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,

I order your arrest for treason, and insubordination not only for your past grievances but your efforts to call my son a bastard. You will be stripped of your privileges of Queen Dowager, and turned into a septa who will serve the Seven for all her days.”

The former queen is astonished, struggling among the grips of the soldiers who surround her. “Daughter, you are mistaken, please do not do this to me. For all I have sacrificed for this realm and for your father, you must understand why I am the way I am.” She pleaded on her knees, hands clasped as she cried for mercy.

“No, you have served your ambitions and my late grandsire’s treacherous longing for power and the throne, that you would put the Hightower banners and replace Targaryen customs with the Seven and southern ways, that you would tear the kingdom apart for it. I have given you too many chances, forgiving you and turning the cheek in hopes you have accepted it and at least been happy for me, but I am a fool. I am not as forgiving as my father was to your digressions!”

Y/N paced slowly around her mother, sorrow on her face, but no regret or forgiveness.

“You are lucky I will not be putting you in a cell, because for better or for worse, you are still the mother who birthed me. But you would understand, there is nothing a mother would do to grant protection to her children.”

The princess dazed into the window, grasping onto the rails as she heard her mother being dragged out the halls and stripped of her royal ordinances. She could feel herself biting into her nails nervously after years of no longer doing so.

Jacaerys sauntered carefully, approaching his wife with comfort, rubbing her shoulders and bringing her into his arms, looking down at their son as he slept.

“Was I not too cruel, Jace?” She whimpered, weeping into his arms as she was devastated at whether treating her own kin in such a way was a fatal mistake.

He rests his chin on the top of her head before pressing kisses on her temple. “I understand why this troubles you, wife. As abominable and misguided she was, you still are her blood, her daughter.”

She glimpsed at her son, cooing at him as he quietly sleeps. “As a mother, I want to be nothing like her. My son will never be safe while she is around.”

[slaughter-kin]

yeah

[wyvernest]

tf you mean "cregan was supposed to appear in the season finale and his scene was cut" give me my husband now

[update]

[aemondwhoresworld]

everyone shut up, let your king jacaerys speak

[myladysapphire]

Seduction

you had always longed to be queen but with your brother Aegon married to your twin sister you had lost hope, but upon your nephews return to the keep you realise all hope of being queen isn't lost. there was just one problem: your mother would never agree to marriage between you and Jace. So you set in motion a plan of seduction.

based of this request

word count: 2,182

CW: MDI 18+,smut,p in v, incest, not proofread!

Jacaerys Veleryon x Fem!reader

Masterlist

dividers by @zaldritzosrose

authors note: i may have used maergery tyrell as an inspiration for reader.

Growing up in the red keep you had long been surrounded by snakes eagerly vying at the iron throne, doing everything in their power to win more favour and a higher station.

You had hated them.

The false niceties, the fake smiles and the false companions who only desired a potential match between one of your brothers.

But what you hated the most about them, was that you were the same, or at least your ambitions were.

All your life you had desired one thing: to be queen of the seven kingdoms.

As the second born, you had hoped to marry Aegon, and with your mother and grandsires plots to one day make him king, it seemed as if being queen one day was only natural for you. But when he married your younger twin Heleana instead of you, the dream of becoming queen became just that.

And with no reason to support any claim your brother had, you set your sights to your elder sister, Rhaenyra.  She had always been kind to you and Heleana, though you had never been too close. But it seemed she was now the only way for you to fulfil what you so deeply desired.

You knew your father would back her as heir no matter how many sons he sired with your mother, and so you realised you too had to support her claim, and then, and only then could you be queen, of course only if you marry her eldest first.

You had planted the idea in her head.

With Jace’s silly crush on you and you yourself hinting on how it would unite the family.

But your mother had rejected Rhaenrya’s suggestion.

And even know years after, you knew she would reject any suggestion of a betrothal between you both once more.

Instead, she favoured a marriage between you and one of the great lords of Westeros.

And even though you would still have a high status, and vast lands and riches, you would not be queen.

And no matter what, you would not settle for anything less.

You desired to be loved as a queen, to have the small folk lore and worship you, it was all you dreamed off. Not to rule, but to be loved by the masses.

You wished for songs and tales to be written of you, for many to compare you to the good queen Alysanne.

And, whilst you had focused your attentions on smallfolk, insisting spare food and leftovers be sent out to the smallfolk. Spent days in orphanages, commissioning the building of schools and healers’ offices.

You gathered up the love of the smallfolk, and though you were gifted the name of the ‘lady of the smallfolk’ and the ‘realms love’ it still wasn’t enough.

 You had plenty of lords vying for your attention, many from great and rich houses.

But none could give you what you wanted.  

That was until your nephews returned to the keep.

In your youth had ignored your plain-featured nephews, finding little in common with them and only seeing a potential marriage with Jace as a means to an end.

Perhaps that was why you had sent him letters throughout the years, claiming that you were egar to know your nephew and hated that he left before you could become close.

You wrote often, finding many things in common, and suddenly the idea of marrying Jace became a little more than just wanting to become queen.

You had grown to rather like your nephew, and now with his return to the red keep all you wanted now was not just be queen, but his wife.

There was one problem, however.

One being that Your mother would never betroth you willingly to him.  She had refused it before, seeing Jace as a bastard and unfit for her daughter.

But from the look he sent you as you greeted him, dragging him around the castle insisting on catching up.

And from the nonstop wondering eyes at his younger brothers hearing, you were sure she wouldn’t be an obstacle for much longer.

As you walked into the courtyard to greet him and his family, Jace thought to himself that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

His eyes were drawn to you so naturally, and the smile you had sent him had been warm and kind. A look he scarcely received in these halls.

The way you had talked to him, telling him how deeply you treasured his letters, how dearly you had missed him.

You seemed so perfect, and gods would he do anything to marry you.

He had stared at you nonstop, and yet found no words to say to you. Even when you had walked the hall of the keep together. You had talked to him no stop, smiling so beautifully.

He had only stared and blushed. Unsure of what to say or do.

And now at dinner, you had walked in in a black gown. The dress itself was the image of your houses, covered in black dragon scales, and with no sleeves, instead arm rings in the shape of dragon wings, mimicking a sleeve, down both your arms.  A deep v neckline, draped with a red scarf across one shoulder down to your waist, accentuating both your hips and breasts.

You were the very image of Targaryen beauty.

He couldn’t take his eyes of you. Even more so when you sat beside him, your legs brushing together.

You had smiled at him yet again, moving close to him as you talked to him.

His eyes were glued to your lips, watching as they moved to speak to him and those around you.

He had said little words to reply to your questions, only blushing whenever you spoke to him.

Then you had left, fanning you were tired and that you would escort the king back to his chambers before going to your own.

He had been sad you had left, with no longer your lips to stare at, or just your company to bask in.

Though he was glad you were not here to witness the infighting, his weak punch towards your brother Aemond, the mocking he had faced.

He had returned to is room in defeat, after facing a scolding from his mother and being sent to bed early like a child.

He entered his chambers, head down, kicking the door closed behind him in anger.  He didn’t look up as he entered, instead choosing to ready himself for bed.

If he had he would have seen, you.

Laying naked on his bed.

You laughed to yourself, biting you lip as he faced away from you.

He jumped at the sound of your laugh, moving his clothes to quickly cover himself.

“Aunt?” he started, blushing as he took in your naked form. He turned from you, covering his eyes. “I- what are you doing?”

You laughed again, standing up and walking over to him, “isn’t it obvious, my prince?”

He stuttered; eyes still covered “this is in appropriate I should- “

You shushed him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face you “leave your own chambers?” you teased “why is something wrong with me being here?”

“I-no, no I like that you’re here but… your- naked!” he stuttered out.

You nodded, “so it appears I am”.

“Would you like some clothes?”

“Why? Am I not pleasing to you, my prince?” you asked, moving back and turning slowly to show off your body to him.

“no-no- I mean yes! YIs, very pleasing but this is inappropriate” “is it?” you teased, “why? Do you wish for me to go? Perhaps I should get one of the guards, so that we are not alone” you said, making your way to the door.

“No!” he said a little too loudly. “don’t, I- why are you here?”

You smiled, moving towards him once again. “I have missed you, Jace” you said, your face inches away from his, “you have grown so handsome, so…so kingly” you mouth now inches from his, “and I wished to give you a gift” he swallowed, “a gift?”

You nodded, humming, before placing your lips on his.

Your lips moved slowly against his, he was unsure, inexperienced. The kiss was slow and soft. It was short, though your breaths were both heavy as you pulled apart.  

“Yes, Jace, a gift” you said, pulling your lips from his and reaching for his hand.

“Was that the gift?”

“Some of it” you said, grabbing his hand and placing it on your waist. “Did you know your mother planned to betroth us when we were younger?” he shook his head, “I was to be your wife, and now…we will soon be betrothed to others and I cannot have that, Jace” you breathed.

“Really?” he said, voice rough, his hands were both your waist, squeezing your hips softly, as if finally realising why you were naked.

‘Yes, for so long I dreamt of being your wife… I would even touch myself to the thought of you, of us”.

His breath was heavy, “you…you wish to give yourself to me?”

You answered him with another kiss, this one passionate, needy.

Pushing him down onto the bed, straddling him.

“I wish to be your wife, Jace” you breathed against his lips.

“You do?” he breathed, moving to kiss you once more, “but I am already betrothed,”

You looked down sadly, “I... Do not remind me, it pains me so”.

He sighed your name, “is that why you came here? To sleep with me so we must marry”.

“Oh, you must think me horrible” you said, moving to stand from his lap, only for him to pull you back down onto him.

“No, no not at all…I, I would be lying if I said I had never desired to marry you, but- “

“But nothing, my sweet prince” you said, moving in to kiss him once more, if he wished to marry you also, then this was only even more perfect.

Your seduction almost unneeded.

But gods did you want him.

He moaned, into your mouth, his hands desperately gripping your waist, before hesitantly moving up to cup your breasts.

You let out a moan as he gave them a tentative squeeze, before moving to roll your nipples between his fingers.

He was moved slowly, testing out what you liked, and egar to learn what made you moan.

You yourself started to kiss down his neck as he played with your breasts. Your hips still slowly grinding against.

His cock had grown hard beneath you.

His groans increasing as you continued to grind against him.

Your wet cunt coating his cock, her entrance teasing him with each movement of her hips.

“please” he begged, unsure of what exactly what he was begging for.

You stood up from his lap and pushed him to lie down on the bed.

You smiled as you took him in. his pretty face, full of lust and desire. The want clear on his face.

“Wait!” he said stooping you, as you crawled over his body, positioning your entrance above his long hard cock.

“Yes?” you sighed; breath heavy.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“of course, you want us to marry, yes?” he nodded, “and my mother would never approve of it unless…unless we give ourselves to one another.”

“Gods…I, I- your right” he said, reaching up to kiss you as he finally filled you. His cock stretching you out in a way you didn’t know possible. The pleasure near overwhelming.

You both moaned as he fully entered you.

“Gods!” he moaned, his hands going to grip your waist.

Your hands rested on his chest, preparing to move as you finally adjusted to his length.

Slowly you began to move your hips, trying to slowly build a rhythm and find what you both liked.

But it seemed the shy unsure Jace you had been witnessed to all night faded, as Jace gripped your hips and started to thrust up into you.

He set a fast past, and though you tried to keep up, Jace soon flipped you and instead started thrusting into you. His hips moved hard and fast, your moans were loud as you got lost in the pleasure.

Jace had buried himself in your neck, holding onto you as he thrusted into you.

Both of your peaks were fast approaching.

You felt his cock pulse inside of you as you clenched around him.

Moaning his name as you came, before he picked up the face, fulling your face to his as he came, filling you with his seed.

He collapsed on you, his breath heavy.

“Gods, that was…incredible” he smiled, reaching up to kiss you once more. “now all that’s left is for us to get married” he joked, pulling you in for a hug.

And from the scream of the maid as she came to wake Jace up in the morning, she was sure that in no time news would reach their mothers, and they would be wed.

And she would get everything she ever desired.

authors note: i hate this ending! there is so much i wanted to say but i just couldnt word it correclty, but i hope you all enjoyed it!

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

I have a request for Jacaerys Velaryon x reader. They have been married for some time, but Jace still had feelings for Baela. He has never cheated and was always respectful towards reader, though. Jacaerys and her performed their duties and eventually she got pregnant. The fact that reader is now carrying his child makes them grow closer and Jace starts to fall in love with his wife.

For this one, the legitimacy of Rhaenyra’s children was called into question and there was no betrothals between Rhaenyra’s boys and Daemon’s twins.

Warnings: pregnancy (I don't like pregnancies when I read/write, but this one was okay and mostly a small part of the story)

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When King Viserys fell, a prince showed up to your home and asked your mother, Jeyne Arryn, for her support to Princess — now Queen — Rhaenyra’s claim. In her message, Rhaenyra didn’t fail to mention her mother, Aemma of House Arryn, and remind Lady Jeyne that she shared Arryn blood through her. Your mother was hesitant, knowing her support would make Daemon Targaryen king consort, but she couldn’t give her support to the Greens. So, she agreed but demanded to get something in exchange: a husband for her only daughter.

You didn’t like the idea of being sold for politics, but according to your mother it was part of being a woman. 

Married life wasn’t bad like you thought. Jacaerys was a respectful and kind man, but there was one problem: he had feelings for another.��

You didn’t take long to notice that his heart was elsewhere. It was written in the silence. The way he looked at Baela, the way he smiled at her — a special smile he kept just for her. He had undeniable feelings for her. You begged for attention, time, acknowledgment, but Jacaerys was never fully with you. Him and Baela spent a lot of time together riding their dragons together or practicing High Valyrian in the great hall, which left you hurt and jealous. Other than the red gem on your finger that matched the one of his cloak-pin, you had nothing in common. 

Sitting in your chamber, you held a necklace of your house’s sigil. The gold was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth. You hadn't seen your mother since the beginning of the war and you missed her dearly. You exchanged messages by raven, but it wasn’t the same as seeing her in person. 

A tear slipped down your cheek, wishing for this war to be over soon. 

The door of your chambers creaked open, snapping you out of your sorrowful reverie. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Jacaerys in his armor after a day spent teaching the dragonseeds. It was a smart idea to get more dragons and riders on their side, but also a lot of work. 

‘’What are you doing?’’ he asked, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity.  

‘’Missing home, that’s all,’’ you replied, quickly wiping the tear away and forcing a smile. The weight of the necklace seemed heavier than ever as you clutched it in your hand.

Jacaerys stepped further into the room, running a hand through his tousled hair. He crossed the space between you in a few strides, his expression softening. ‘’Don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.’’ He wiped your tear and sat next to you. ‘’I’ll take you to the Vale when it’s safe,’’ Jacaerys promised, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. ‘’I would take you now if it wasn’t so dangerous to fly over Kingsroad. The Greens have taken Harrenhal and—’’ 

‘’Is my mother okay? You promised you would send a dragon to watch over my home.’’  

He nodded. ‘’Rhaena left this morning with Joffrey and three dragon eggs. They should hatch soon and assure more protection to the Vale.’’ 

You let out a shaky breath, the news offering a small measure of relief. 

A few moons later, you announced to Jacaerys that you were pregnant. It was a surprise as you only had the occasion to lay together two times, but it’s been two moons since you last bled and the maester confirmed your suspicions. You were with child. 

The timing was not ideal, but the Queen was beyond happy for you and Jacaerys. She hosted a small feast in your honor, and made everyone keep your pregnancy a secret. Jacaerys was her heir, making your baby his heir. If the news got to their ears, she feared you would become a target for the Greens.

At the table, Baela congratulated you with a smile. You thought she would be bitter, but she was genuinely happy for you. 

As the weeks went by, the walls that once stood between you began to crumble and you and Jacaerys started getting closer. He would spend more time in the evening in your chambers, talking by the hearth while eating lemon tarts. And ask how the baby was although your stomach was barely round every time he returned from teaching the dragonseeds. 

You’ll never forget the look on his face when felt the baby move for the first time. The stars of complete amazement. He kissed you that night — a real kiss. 

On the seventh moon, as you were getting ready for your bath, you felt blood dripping down your leg.  Terrified, you asked one of the servants to fetch the maester and the Queen. She had other — more pressing — business to take care of, but you needed the reassurance of a mother by your side.

The news ran through the castle and made it way to Jacaerys, who dropped everything he was doing and ran through the corridors of Dragonstone to get to you. 

His face pale with worry when he bursted in your chamber, thinking you were going to lose the baby like his mother did. An early bleeding was how it started. 

‘’I’m fine, Jace. Maester Gerardys said bleeding can happen,’’ you said, taking his hand and pressing it over your belly. ‘’Our baby is fine.’’

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[talesofhightower]

Okay but ..... m o t h e r 😃💗🎀

[strawberri-blonde]

Iron throne - Jacaerys Velaryon

Summary: you celebrate team black winning the war by giving the heir a much needed gift (basically giving Jace head while he sits on the iron throne)

Warning : Lots of smut

Author’s Note: I’m super proud of this one guys!!!!!

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Laughter echoed through the dimly lit halls as you pulled your husband along the winding corridors leading to the throne room of the Red Keep. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows on the ancient stone walls. “Y/n, what are we going in here?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and amusement. The grand, imposing doors of the throne room loomed ahead, promising an adventure within the heart of the castle.

You nodded to the guards, who had been informed hours earlier that you’d be bringing the prince here. You might have fibbed a bit, saying the new rightful queen had given her permission (and you might’ve bribed them with a little bit of gold, perks of being the princess and wife to the future king). Queen Rhaenyra had won the war less than a month ago, and you wanted to celebrate with the Prince of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Relax, my beloved," you giggled, opening the door to the Iron Throne. The throne stood before you, a menacing structure forged from a thousand swords, with jagged edges and twisted metal that symbolized immense power. "It’s just that ever since your mother took her rightful place as ruler, we haven’t had time to truly celebrate." His beautifully sculpted face showed of curiosity.

"I’m not quite understanding, ābrazȳrys." His whisper seemed to echo in the large room, but you maintained your cunning smile, excited for what was to come or whom. wife

"That’s alright," you said, your soft hands reaching out for his. Your heart blossomed as he took your hands in his and raised them to his lips. "Oh Jacaerys, you’ve always treated me like a queen." He smirked, kissing your skin again. You pulled his hands to your lips, mimicking his act of affection. "And I know this war hasn’t been easy for you or anyone, really, but the way you’ve presented yourself..." You paused to drag him over to the Iron Throne. "Was so honorable, noble... strong." You whispered the last part, knowing that every time he heard the word, he thought of his birth father, which still left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Your war strategies were far from princely. You acted as a king in the making."

"My sweet wife," Jace whispered, his voice trembling. Even in the dark, you could see the tears welling up in his eyes, glistening like tiny stars. He gently cupped your face, his touch tender and reverent. "I don’t deserve you," he murmured, his voice breaking with emotion as he gazed into your eyes, his love and vulnerability laid bare.

You immediately shook your head and motioned him towards the steps of the Iron Throne. “No, it is I who doesn’t deserve you,” you insisted, your voice firm yet filled with affection. As you guided him closer, the cold, unforgiving nature of the throne contrasted sharply with the warmth of your touch, emphasizing the depth of your bond.

"Impossible," he said with a playful grin. You giggled again and gave him a gentle push until he stumbled back and fell into the throne of swords, the metal clinking softly as he landed.

His eyes widened, and he immediately started to get up, but you placed a hand on his chest and pulled something up from the floor. It was a cardboard crown, meticulously crafted with painted details and shiny foil, resembling his grandfather's crown—or rather, now his mother’s.

“Y/n?” His voice was full of question as you plopped the fake crown on his head. “What are you—” Jace was cut off by your lips pressing against his. Nothing about the kiss was sweet or simple; it was full of hot need. His hands went to your cheeks while yours fisted his tunic.

"You are the queen's heir, my prince," you smirked as his eyes dropped to your lips, craving more. You happily obliged, licking his bottom lip and slipping your tongue into his mouth, moaning as he sucked on your flesh. You pulled away, hands reaching the bottom of his shirt. "You'll be my king, and as your future queen, I swear to you that there will never be a day where you aren't worshipped by me, your highness."

Jace’s eyes widened in sheer amazement as you lifted his shirt over his head. He eagerly pulled you closer, his hands cupping your face, as he guided you into a fervent, passionate kiss.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” he murmured against your lips, his voice barely a whisper. Yet, he ignored his own warning, kissing the corner of your mouth before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your neck.

A sinister smirk curled your lips as you tilted your head to the side, allowing your husband to explore your neck with his eager kisses. "Don't worry," you whispered, the words drifting through the chilly, echoing chamber. "The guards have been paid off to alert me if anyone approaches, and I have a handmaiden rising extra early to tidy up any evidence of our indulgence."

Jacaerys drew back, his gaze locked onto yours. "You’re truly extraordinary," he said, his voice filled with genuine reverence.

"Only for those who truly deserve it," you replied with heartfelt sincerity. As you gracefully slid off his lap, you stood before him, your delicate fingers tracing a path down his bare chest, savoring the contours of his toned body. "And you, Jace, deserve the world. I intend to give it to you." You paused at the waistband of his pants, your fingers lingering on the button. "Now, let me show you how I’ll care for the future king, shall I?"

Before you could kneel in front of him, your husband grabbed your bicep to stop you. "At least use my shirt and pants as a cushion for your knees, issa ābrazȳrys." My wife

You hummed softly, then leaned back in to give him a gentle kiss, then felt the fake crown slip from his curls knocking against your head. The delicate touch of his lips sent a shiver down your spine. "Always the gentleman," you whispered against his mouth, your breath mingling with his. "Se bona’s skoro syt nyke’d zālagon se vys ilagon syt ao." The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a moment of unspoken promise and fierce devotion. And that’s why I’d burn the world down for you

Locking your eyes solely on him, you helped Jace out of his black silk pants, readjusting the decorative crown on his head. Then once he was freed from his clothes, you let them pool at his feet to use them as a cushion as you knelt in front of him. "Sit back, husband," you teased, pushing at his toned chest down to his abs, just above where his cock rested. Even in the seemly light room you could see the glistening tip as it slightly bounced in the air, begging for attention. "Let me worship you."

You grabbed his shaft firmly in hand, running your palm up and down the length, savoring the soft moans escaping his rosy lips. You smiled up at him as he sat back in his rightful throne, the one he would rule one day, and parted his legs, giving you more room to work with. Shifting closer, you spit down on his glossy head, circling your wrist from his tip all the way to his base, then leaned down to apply open-mouthed kisses to his thighs.

Jace's head arched back against the throne, his eyes locked on yours, pupils blown out with lust. "So pretty," you moaned against his skin, continuing your strokes and sucking on his fair skin, intending to leave marks for him to remember in the days to come. "All mine, my king."

"You were sculpted by the gods," he said, his voice rough and his hands fisted at the armrests.

"Hmm," you hummed against his thighs, kissing up until you reached his cock. You kissed the red tip, then licked a broad line from his balls back to the uncut tip of his shaft; tapping it against your tongue before indulging by taking it into your mouth. You moaned against his girthy size, sending vibrations along your wake. "It seems as though you were gifted heavenly yourself, husband."

Jace cursed to himself as you took him fully into your wet mouth, bobbing up and down, only managing to take him halfway in. You jerked the bottom half while your other hand fumbled with his heavy balls. "You're too good at this, my queen." Heat pooled within you at his praise, making you bob faster, wanting to please him.

Drool spilled from your mouth as you let him out with a pop, then sucked along the side of his shaft, tonguing his thick, protruding vein. You sucked back on the tip, moaning around him, making his right hand fly from the armrest to the top of your head, guiding you to sink your mouth back down until he reached deep in the back of your throat. "So fucking good, my love. Taking me so well."

Your eyes stayed locked on him as you ran a hand up his thigh, tracing his clenched stomach until you reached his nipple, pinching it. "Holy," he muttered, his eyes beginning to shut and his hips buckling under your touch.

When he bucked his hips, his cock slipped further into your mouth, making you choke, and you loved every second of it. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked, panicked. You only pressed your hands down on his thighs, sinking your nails into his skin, and took him deeper, allowing tears to form in your eyes. You swallowed around him, causing incoherent words to spill from his lips.

You pulled back slowly, a glistening trail of saliva covering his entire mound and dripping down to soak the front of your dress. The sight was mesmerizing, the slick sheen catching the light as you panted, lips parted and eyes locked onto his.

Without thinking, you pulled your gown over your head, leaving you in nothing but your lace underwear and ankle lace socks. "Don't worry about me, dear prince." You squeezed the head of his cock, paying close attention to it, knowing it was the most sensitive, much like your clit. "If I were to choke to death from giving you pleasure, then I'd die a happy woman."

Jace let out a forced laugh, but it was cut off by a moan as you leaned back down to take his balls in your mouth, inhaling his natural musk mixed with the scents of lavender and bath salts. You loved the way he smelled; it was intoxicating.

You shook your head slightly, your tongue and lips still working over his sack, savoring every moment. As you pulled away to press soft kisses against his thighs, you looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes. "Are you enjoying yourself, my love?" you whispered, your voice laced with desire.

It was undeniable that the prince was lost in the pleasure you were giving him. His eyes were dark and blown out with lust, his gaze locked onto you with an intensity that made your heart race. The veins in his arms stood out starkly, a testament to the tension coursing through his body, while his chiseled abdominal muscles were clenched tight. His lower half trembled with the sheer force of his ecstasy, a testament to the overwhelming sensations you were creating.

"Don't tease me, my future queen," he growled, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. Your lips curved into a wide smile, knowing exactly the effect you had on him. "You know what you do to me." His painfully hard length brushed against your lips, evidence of his desire, as his hand caressed your cheek tenderly, the contrast between his touch and his need making your heart race.

"I know," you admitted with a sly smile, licking his tip before trailing your tongue down to his balls and back up again, savoring his taste. "But what would really make me happy is making you cum on your rightful throne, my future king." Before he could respond, you took him entirely into your mouth, beginning to bob up and down his length with unrelenting passion.

"Y/n," he moaned, slipping his hand back into your hair to help guide your mouth up and down his shaft. His grip tightened when your hand twisted around the base and the other cupped his sack, giving them a little tug. "My wife, I'm so..." he dragged out. "Close." You didn't let up.

Nothing could make you stop. Seeing Jacaerys' face scrunched up in bliss, his eyes staring down at you, as you pleased him on the Iron Throne was intoxicating. A literal dragon would have to drag you away before you stopped.

"I'm—" his breath hitched in his throat as you slurped and sucked on the tip of his cock, jerking the rest. "Fuck."

His hips bucked as his cum shot into your mouth, and you greedily continued. His salty essence was the best thing you had ever tasted, and you lapped it all up, even as his cock began to soften just a bit. Finally, when you felt like you got every last drop, you looked up at Jace with a cheeky, toothy smile.

"For you, my future King Jacaerys Velaryon," you said, slowly standing up despite the ache in your knees. His clothes had barely cushioned them, but his blissful expression held your attention. The kiddish fake crown slipped down, covering his eyebrows and pushing some of his brown curls into his face. Gently, you pushed the crown back up and brushed his hair aside, gazing down at him with nothing but love in your eyes. "I will always bend the knee."

Why do I always get obsessed with characters who die. Like I truly contribute to my own downfall. Mental health who???

~ Caroline

[gh0stsp1d3r]

don’t waste a drop

warnings: canon typical Targaryen incest (brother- younger sister), breeding kink, no plot only smut,

A/n: someone match my freak pls… also writing incest is new to me, LMFAOO. Step-cest i can do, incest… a bit tricker. not too sure if i used the high Valyrian right but whatevs idc atp

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He pinned your wrists over your head, looking down at you, his curly hair fallen over his face with the noises falling out of your mouth egging him on.

His hands then went to intertwine with yours, a soft smile appearing on your face at the intimacy of it all, a stark contrast to his hard and deep thrusts. He found himself looking down where you both were connected. One hand left yours and moved down, his hand going to your clit.

He rubbed on the button, his fingers knowing exactly how to make you cum. And with your mother none the wiser about the relationship, he slapped his hand over your mouth when you threatened to cry out his name. He leaned down, whispering.

“I know, hāedar, know.” He mumbled, his soothing voice having you clench down onto his length. “Cum for me.”

That was all the conformation you needed for that pressure in your stomach to release, your juices soaking his cock. He let out a low groan, his head lolling back as he began to paint your walls, you feeling his hot seed shoot inside you.

You both panted, his cock softening when he pulled back out. He watched his seed slowly leave your hole. He gathered all of it on his hand, shoving a finger into you, making you gasp at the sudden, unexpected intrusion from your brother.

“Don’t waste a drop, okay?” He murmured in your ear, you whining and nodding against his shoulder. You wouldn’t dream of it.

hāedar- younger/little sister

[dreammfyre]

targaryen dynasty ⋆ jacaerys velaryon

SUMMARY. You are the first daughter of Daemon and Laena Velaryon, betrothed to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon whom you have known since childhood. Queen Rhaenyra personally asked you to seek out knights and ladies with Targaryen blood to try and get them to claim a dragon to join the cause. You, always so attached to reading and the most studious and intelligent, did not hesitate to obey your queen, however, it was proving to be more difficult than you imagined. Luckily, Jacaerys knows how to help you.

WARNIGS. (+18) Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!oc. Targaryen incest. Smut, oral (fem receiving).

NOTE. The thuth is that I don't know how thid got 5000 words, but here we are!!!

If anyone asked you, you had no idea how long you had been locked in the castle library. The queen had left you the task of researching in depth about the Targaryen lineage with valyrian blood and the right to claim a dragon, you did not refuse to comply with her orders, you were known for your intellect and interest about history, always with a different book under your arm, you handled data that the others did not, so you were in your comfort zone. However, you did not imagine it was going to be so complicated, you had had breakfast and lunch in the library in solitude, which meant that you had been locked up all day among papyrus, books written in the language of your family, you had read about the dragons still alive, especially Vermithor and Silverwing, but you found more than you needed and your attention jumped from subject to subject, you had never access to such a place and did it hold information on Targaryen history from the time of the conquerors to the reign of Jaehaerys I Targaryen.

"My lady." Elinda's voice, so soft and gentle as she addressed you, dissipated your attention causing you to turn your head up from your reading. The maid was standing in the doorway and you behind the wooden desk in the midst of your own chaos, you had ordered not to be disturbed unless it was an emergency. "Why don't you go upstairs to dine with the queen in parlor?"

"I'm fine, thank you." You smiled trying to put on your best face, the truth was you didn't want to appear before Rhaenyra without any advances.

Elinda sighed knowing she wasn't going to be able to convince you to come out for fresh air, she wasn't surprised at your response, always so stubborn and driven to your ideas.

"It's okay, I know you, so I went ahead and brought dinner up here." She said walking over with the silver tray holding a steaming plate and a cup. "Eat before rest, you've spent a lot of time in this place, you haven't been eating well and we don't want your body to weaken."

You nodded and thanked her before she left. You watched the food from afar without appetite, so went back to reading, the Targaryen bloodline had expanded to different places, moving out of King's Landing and Dragonstone to other lands. You were writing down the possible names of knights and ladies with what needed to claim a dragon, so far there weren't many options, but you didn't want to be left in doubt you looked everywhere. You stood up to look for another book that you had not yet read, this time from the houses to the north, you had a mess everywhere and on every table, open books, scattered papyrus, the shelves almost empty. Your notes on the other hand, Valyrian texts that read without problems, as if a hurricane had swept away the order.

You took from the cup that Elinda had brought with sweet wine to which you gave a generous gulp. You paced back and forth reading and reviewing the history, trying to find useful connections to the present, back and forth, flipping through the pages and drinking. When you started to get dizzy from the spinning you found no better idea than to sit on the table crossing your legs no matter how uncomfortable your clothes were, on your thighs opened the heavy book so you could hold the glass in your hands.

"Are you still here?" Jacaerys had entered the library, taking you by surprise. The heir found you in the middle of the mess, surrounded by papers, sitting on the table which was frowned upon for a lady. "I haven't seen you all day."

"I think I hate the Targaryen." Sighed, relaxing your shoulders and looking up. Jacaerys smiled coming closer, watching the mess around you out of the corner of his eye, but he was sure you were the one to find what Rhaenyra was looking for. "Is that wine?" he pointed to your goblet raising his eyebrows.

"Elinda feeds me like an imprisoned animal."

"I doubt an imprisoned animal would be fed lamb and wine." This time it was you who smiled. "How are you doing with your mission?"

"I found some names that might be of use, let's hope they are still alive." You replied setting the cup aside, on top of other papers that were of no use to you at the moment. "The children of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alyssane were a great starting point that I cannot yet move on from."

"My mother asked about your absence at the table. I told her you needed time, and that I was going to keep an eye on you." You nodded, a little flushed at the last part, but you knew how to hide it.

"That's Visenya Targaryen?" Jace asked excitedly as he looked at the draw in the book open on your legs, moving closer to you to get a better look, invading your space.

"Queen Visenya," you corrected him causing him to apologize. "Vhagar's first rider." You looked at the image closely admiring her beauty, trying to take in the closeness of Jacaerys. "And the first in her name."

Jacaerys watched you from the corner of his eye biting the inside of his cheek, he liked the way you corrected him, even on some occasions when you chatted privately he would purposely get it wrong to make you angry. You just looked up meeting your fiancé's gaze, which made him realize he had gone silent.

"This place is…" the heir looked around you carefully analyzing the room, he didn't know how to continue the sentence without offending you.

"Say it, a complete mess." You sighed exhaustedly.

The prince nodded with concern for your well being, you are his fiancée and he had to take care of you, he looked at you noticing your tired eyes, your hair a bit messy falling a few unruly strands down your face, the dress disarranged on your shoulders. And somehow, through his eyes, even though it sounded bad and he didn't have the courage to admit it out loud, that was attractive.

He took a lock of your hair and tidied it behind your ear, it was a gesture he repeated and you liked it.

"Do you need help?" you denied immediately, you didn't want to look pitiful or desperate. "Don't be proud, I know you."

"Apparently it's not as simple as I imagined." You said discouraged, looking at the papers scattered around you. You closed the book putting it aside, you couldn't think anymore, you were blocked, tired and your body was asking you to eat and rest, maybe not in that order. You stretched your legs, still sitting on the table with Jacaerys watching you. "Targaryen dynasty is vast and diffuse, complex to trace, now I understand why several names are missing. I don't want Rhaenyra to be disappointed, I'm trying my best."

Hearing you, Jacaerys quickly interrupted placing his hand on your thigh unknowingly unleashing a shiver down your back. "The queen could not have chosen anyone better than you, you are the smartest lady I know." He said sincerely, positioning his other hand on your shoulder. "Go to sleep, you need it."

Tired, you rested your forehead on his shoulder resting on it. Jacaerys stroked your loose hair without removing his hand on your leg. The physical contact comforted you, but you didn't accept it often, so it was a surprise for the prince to have you so close.

"I'll dream of dragons." You joked with eyes closed, Jace's scent intoxicating you immediately. "I'll stay a while longer, I think I know where to find a thread to pull on."

"Eat something first." He added as he noticed the tray with the untouched plate. His caresses relaxed you, feeling his fingers tangle in your hair made you feel a delicious shiver, so you let him repeat it, even his tone of voice relaxed your muscles.

"I'm not hungry yet."

Jacaerys swallowed hard as your warm breath hit his neck, bristling his skin. He didn't know how the hell she was managing to control himself like that, when she held you close his thoughts were easily confused and the heart was about to burst out of his chest. In a moment of weakness, the prince closed his eyes in order to intensify the sensations, in the middle of the silence and taking advantage of the hidden place where they were, he squeezed thigh on the fabric of the dress, it was not strong, just enough to steal a sigh and that now the tachycardia clouded your reason. You didn't know at what moment that comforting embrace turned into a boundary of something else, Jacaerys Velaryon stirred as he felt the tip of your nose brush against his exposed neck before you, a slow, torturous contact.

The heir's hands were too still, he was controlling himself as much as his duty allowed him. While you had little interest in complying with the damned traditions, they were teenagers, you couldn't ask much of them in that regard.

The tension of their bodies rubbing against each other grew with each movement in a pleasant and affectionate rhythm, but you urgently needed it to increase, so opened your legs to surround his body with your thighs, the prince did not think a second to position himself between them taking advantage to squeeze your ass tearing you a sigh that vanished in his mouth. You brought your lips to his neck leaving kisses all over, Jacaerys did not want to stop you, he had fallen too easily into the game. The prince's hands were eager to touch as much as possible went up from your waist to your breasts, you had never seen him like that, then your fiancé sought your mouth before you kissed his bristling skin again.

"Jace…" you whispered against his lips touching slowly with yours, your warm breath hitting his face, he could hear the desperation in your call looking into your eyes, but his gaze was focused on your wet lips.

Shit. His name sounded so different when you said it.

It was he who had the courage - or the impulse - to make the move to close the distance between you, an accurate approach to trap your lips between his, his hand took your jaw and prey to desires you opened your mouth to let his tongue enter your cavity, sticky, wet noises echoed off the stone walls as Jacaerys brushed his tongue along yours. The taste of sweet wine ended up intoxicating him as well. His slow movement caused a wave of heat to grow in the underside of your belly, you rested a hand behind the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his wavy hair.

Your heart could not calm down, on the contrary, it begged for more. The crown prince began to lift your red dress, a messy piece of infinite fabric, so you clumsily helped him by crumpling it until he slipped his hand underneath it, running his fingers over your bare skin playing with your sanity by how slowly he explored.

"Someone could see us at any moment." You reminded him that they weren't in the privacy of your quarters or his, trying to gesture because your labored breathing was making it hard to think.

"They can listen to whatever they want." He responde kissing your neck moving down to your collarbones, the heat of his mouth on your skin felt like the most exciting thing you had ever tasted. The intense grip on your legs didn't bother you at all because it was him, his deep voice made you bristle complete when he whispered too intoxicated in the moment to be his usual proper prince self. "I said I would take care of you."

You laughed at how little importance he gave to your innocent concerns, too sure that nothing was going to happen, but maybe it was just adrenaline and desire clouding his rational thoughts. Jacaerys kept going down, kissing between your breasts on the fabric, until he knelt before you, you held your breath when you understood his intentions, he raised his gaze towards you, an intense silence where your nobility was at stake for falling into carnal temptation, it was a few seconds until you decided to lift the skirt of your dress so he could have the access he desired.

Your fiancé began to kiss the inside of your thighs gently, just that minimal contact made you tremble on the table. "Don't close the legs." He ordered.

Your cheeks flared in heat as a reminder of the sin they were committing, yes, it was your fiancé who was between your legs unabashedly, but it was still Jace, whom you had known all your life and had grown up together, the most proper prince Westeros had ever seen, so devoted to duty that no one would imagine he would be able to steal your innocence out of wedlock, but there he was, he was the same, kneeling before you like a believer, kissing your thighs feeling his hot breath approaching your cunt exposed to his delight. The sighs coming out of your mouth were intensifying as Jacaerys swollen lips approached your most sensitive area making him beg, you felt he was toying with your sanity but he only wanted to extend your pleasure as long as you would hold out. Your hands clutched at the fabric of your dress, his wet tongue flicked across your cunt, he didn't quite finish his journey when your knees had the urgent urge to close like a natural spasm, but Jacaerys prevented it by holding your legs tightly apart for him, continuing his work of giving you the pleasure you deserved.

"Oh, Jace, gods." You said with bated breath, an emotional torture of not knowing how far you could go before you screamed. His tongue kept licking like candy, unabashedly tasting knowing what he was doing, moving up and down listening to your moans that excited him as much as it did you to feel his mouth on your center, the heir seemed to be having fun taking his time under your dress, reveling in your desperation. The warm wet sensation on your folds sliding down began to make you desperate, in an attempt to quiet your moans so as not to draw attention to yourself you bit your tongue so hard that the moan was one of pain rather than pleasure. You crumpled some papers in search of what to hold on to, you closed your eyes intensifying the spasms even more. "Jacaer…"

Saying his name seemed the most difficult task.

You managed to feel the crown prince's long fingers opening your pussy slippery with his saliva and your transparent wetness dripping. Again he ventured in with his mouth, this time with more euphoria and hunger, making little circles with his tongue, drowning himself in you tasting your cunt as he had never done to any of the whores on the island, with you he took great pains to get it right. Agitated, chest rising and falling from your erratic breathing the prince placed one of his hands on your belly as if he knew you were looking for him, intertwining his fingers you squeezed as his tongue pushed into your entrance. Curiosity as to how he learned to do that had to wait because your legs began to tremble and you began to move struggling against the strength of Jacaerys who wasn't going to stop servicing you until you were done.

"Please… Jace."

"You are so wet." Said the prince as an accomplishment, but you were embarrassed to know how vulnerable you were before him. The sound of his mouth playing with your clit, so wet and wrong, similar to a kiss where Jace was just doing all y he work. You searched for his head with your hand which was complicated by being hidden under your skirt, the damn dress prevented you from looking into his eyes, you wanted to look at him and beg his face not to stop now that you were so close to touching the best orgasm of your life. Jacaerys was struggling with your legs, so he put your thigh over his shoulder without letting go of your hand. "You have to hold on a little longer. I promise you'll like it."

"I c-can't." You cried trembling.

Between your legs, Prince Velaryon was reveling in your pleasure with a painful erection trapped in his pants that only hardened against the fabric with every high-pitched moan coming from your throat. He had to be strong to hold back the urge to take advantage of your wetness and penetrate you right then and there, that wasn't the first time he thought of you that way nor was it going to be the last after tonight, he would go to his quarters overwhelmed to attend to himself just thinking of you for another night. You were so open that with a little strength you could take it, but you were not ready for the moment and deep down, Jacaerys felt just as guilty for giving in to temptation by breaking traditions, disrespecting you to a lady of nobility.

"Jace, oh, like that." You moaned wiggling your hips.

But shit, he couldn't take one more moon without claiming that belongs to him. Your whole body, your every desperate moan and plea. It was an addictive melody that he didn't want it to end.

You reached for his head with your hand under the cloth that was being Jacaerys' salvation because if he saw your sweaty face, pink cheeks and pleading gestures he wasn't going to be able to hold back the urge, fucking you right there on that table. Merciful to your clumsiness, Jace took your hand turning it towards the back of his neck, you tangled his wavy hair between your fingers, bringing it closer to your center than it already was which only encouraged your fiancé to lose control by gently biting your cunt and with his finger caressing your exposed clit like a throbbing button.

"Gods!" You exclaimed so loudly that Jace feared for both of your lives. You covered your mouth yourself, waiting for someone to walk in and find them you sitting at the table with the heir kneeling between your legs under your dress. "I-I'm sorry." You whispered in exasperation.

"Scream whatever you want." It was a command rather than a comfort.

And you listened to him. Your body couldn't resist any longer, the spasms were getting stronger and Jacaerys knew you were close to orgasm, your legs faltered and couldn't hold still. You pulled your fiancé's hair, which instead of annoying him, he liked to feel. You mumbled incoherently, cursing everything, your hips couldn't stay still and Jacaerys' tongue wasn't making it any easier. You let go of the heir's hand on your belly to cover your mouth, however, Jace grabbed your wrist preventing that from happening. The rule had been clear, he wanted to hear you screaming his name to burn it into his memory, he wanted to hear your whimpers and pleas not to stop, your choked moans, the curses and incoherent ramblings.

"Jace!" your chest was rising and falling so fast you felt short of breath. The pressure between your legs was increasing, you closed your eyes tightly trying to hold on a second longer, but it was impossible. "Oh, shit!"

Your orgasm came as a spasm that controlled your whole body, from your hair to your legs. Jacaerys knew it when the tension in your muscles disappeared and he didn't have to exert any more force to hold you back. His pace slowed considerably, he didn't hold back from licking one last time.

Your body was wracked, aroused to return to normal. Your chest was expanding and contracting fast, the sweaty skin made it look shiny. Your body had peaked, and now, you missed Jacaerys' tongue between your legs. The heir stepped out from under your skirt, his mouth wet from his own saliva and your wetness in a mixture that soaked into his pink, swollen lips. The prince was red in the face, his hair falling down his face in the most exciting mess, he looked so good. He wiped his mouth with his clothes and fixed his hair behind his ears without taking eyes off you.

"You were very good lady." He stroked his thumb across your red cheek, you closed your eyes at his gentle, almost brotherly caress, a well-deserved congratulations. You were still weak and rambunctious with ragged breathing and a high pulse, your body wasn't going to withstand another orgasm, not for tonight. Jace moved closer to your face, he wanted to admire you up close, your exposed neck was the target of a kiss. "Did you like it?" he whispered so slowly against your ear that a shiver brought you back to reality. His breath beating against your damp skin was a reminder that you were completely crazy about him, no one in all of Westeros could service you so well.

You nodded in shame and innocence. You couldn't hear him, but you knew he was smiling.

"Y-yes." You replied looking into his eyes. Your innocent look reignited the fire in Jacaerys, who was still holding back the urge to fuck you.

The prince closed his eyes and swallowed saliva in frustration. He had to be aware that no matter how good it felt, it wasn't right.

"We can't do it here again." He took your face in his hands caressing your skin with his fingers. You nodded again, seeing you so obediently at his mercy only triggered his excitement, fighting until the last second. Jacaerys moved closer to your face, you closed your eyes expecting him to kiss you, but you only felt the brush of his lips against yours and his breath against your mouth. "Next time I'll rip that fucking dress off you myself with my bare hands."

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