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Aegon first noticed the flickering of eye lines at the family dinner the night before their father’s death.
While Jacaerys and his sister-wife were ‘dancing’ upon the dining room floor as Aegon’s eyes strayed towards his brother’s eyes before following where they had landed. Instead of them being on their nephew, Aemond’s eyes were staring into their sister, Helaena.
He thought nothing of it again until she seemingly spent more time closer to Aemond than she spent with her husband.
Even at his own coronation, Princess Rhaenys burst through the floor astride her dragon, Meleys. Helaena edged closer to Aemond to cower as their mother stood before him.
However, Aegon was a generous brother and a gracious king after all.
He would offer Aemond a single chance.
One chance to have a taste of who was warming Aegon’s cock.
The only condition for this one-time offer was that Aegon could stay in the bedroom and watch the act between brother and sister.
It was not that Helaena had a choice in the matter; she never got a choice. She was a woman married to the king, and the king always had his way. She would be sound asleep in their marital chambers when the moment arose for the two brothers.
Aemond was stalking the halls when Aegon found him.
“Brother,” Aegon smirked, smacking his younger brother aggressively on the shoulder as he pulled him aside.
“Brother.” Aemond drawled, stopping his movement, turning and staring at his brother and his king.
"Would you perform your duty if your king demanded it of you?" Aegon dawns closer, his smirk growing in size as the words leave his mouth and fill Aemond's head with all sorts of further questions. He took longer than Aegon wanted, and they didn't have time on their hands to overthink.
It was now or never.
"I would arise to the task and perform my duty." Aemond declared, holding back the desperation to roll his eye.
"Excellent."
Aegon laid out the plan right before his younger brother, smirking as he watched the words flow through Aemond's body as realisation hit him.
"One time with our sister. That’s it. I've noticed the way you stare at her and ogle my wife. She will always be mine, her cunt ready to perform its duty for me. However, I know how much you want her. You crave her. You desperately want her and I am giving you a single chance to have your way with her. She is in there right now, sleeping just in her nightdress. Right for the taking.”
Aegon was egging his brother on.
Tempting him with a tangy, sweet treat.
Like a carrot dangling in front of a desperate donkey.
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Helaena stood from her chair, an innocent smile gracing her lips as her husband beside her rubbed at his face with anxiety. She raised her goblet in a toast: “I would like to toast Baela and Rhaena. They’ll be married soon. It isn't so bad. He mostly just ignores you, except sometimes when he's drunk." Her words were floaty and airy as they moved through the dining hall like a fairy.
A chuckle leaves Prince Daemon’s lips as her Grandfather nods warmly at his granddaughter and whispers, “Good.” The praise warms her stomach as she slowly descends back down into her chair.
The mood changes instantly as the King demands some music, the flow of the cheerful tone moving through the dining hall.
Her hair created a halo effect around her head as she bounced side to side like a little bunny. Jace laughed with her, allowing the two to be young and have fun as her husband watched in jealousy at their stupid dance/game.
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Their children weren't born from love. No matter how much Helaena poured her love into their children, Aegon only showed devotion towards their son, mirroring the way she had been treated throughout their childhood and even mirroring how she was treated now.
She didn't quite believe that it would ever exist in their marriage with one another. Helaena would lay back as Aegon drunkenly performed the act, forcing himself upon her — the stench of alcohol wafting off his skin.
"You must have sex with me. I am your king, and you won't disobey me." He would spit, slapping her and roughhousing her as she lay as still as she could.
She remained still and silent.
That was how she had to act around her husband now. Still and silent.
The sooner this was over, the sooner the pain would stop for her, and she could go back to her creatures.
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“Right for the taking. The only condition I have, however, as the king, is I watch the act. Cannot have you getting carried away with my wife.” Aegon kept reminding Aemond of their roles. Of Aemond’s position within this family, he would never have the prize.
Helaena would always be Aegon’s, no matter how much he lusted after her.
Aemond just stared at his brother, his eye glazing over as he entered his own brain. She didn't want him like this, did she? She was better than any of them. The innocent one. She needed protecting, not treated like a piece of meat laid out specifically for her brothers’ desire.
"I got her all ready for you." Aegon chuckled, the sound erupting an emotion through Aemond that he had never experienced before.
He was insanely jealous of what his brother got to do with their sister. He occasionally found himself pleasuring himself to the sounds of their almost nightly routine. He’d hear the doors slam open as Aegon drunkenly shed his clothing before forcing himself on his wife. His voice would boom through the walls as he spat at her, “I am your king, and you won't disobey me."
Aemond wanted to be in Aegon's place, thought he deserved it over his brother, pleasuring their sister the right way.
The correct way.
The better way.
He would never hurt her or treat her like dirt. He would show her how she should be treated.
“Get on with it then. I haven’t got all night. Surely you’ve seen a cunt before.” The silence was too loud.
Aemond was still in the process of deluding himself that Helaena wanted this. While he was desperate for a taste, would she wake up and enjoy seeing what he was doing to her beautiful, pliable body?
He would berate himself for the rest of his life if he never got to know how she felt around his cock.
He craved to know what noises she would make because of how he treated her.
Would she whimper, or would her moans be loud? Would she mewl as his cock entered her cunt?
Would she be quiet, delicate sounds passing through her lips, or would she be loud and demanding?
Aemond’s brain lulled his overthinking, anxious thoughts, deluding himself that she definitely wanted this from her brothers, with the overwhelming need to know how she felt when he first entered her.
Aegon smirked, grasping his brother by the shoulder before pushing him closer to the bedroom door. “Fantastic!” He chuckled, the sound dark and condescending.
The sight that met Aemond when the brothers entered the room took his breath away. He stared at his sister’s sleeping form, his eye-glazing at the sight of her cunt shining in the moonlight that cracked through the windows.
He moaned, his knees buckling at the sight, his sister’s body making him act pathetically as he neared closer. Helaena’s body called out for him — called out for his touch.
“See.” Aegon crept back into Aemond’s consciousness as his older brother grabbed the younger’s shoulder, pushing him closer before Aegon plonked himself down on a seat. He slotted himself into the perfect position to watch as he stretched his legs out. “She’s practically dripping for you, brother. Look at her.” He commanded.
“Fuck.” Aemond moaned.
His cock was hardening his clothing, his breathing growing heavier as he stared at Helaena’s body.
The effects almost instantly hit his body as he glared at her cunt. He couldn’t control the way he was feeling right now. It all came to a head and rumbled through him. She wanted him; she was practically begging for it.
Aegon watched his brother. “Go to her.”
Aemond stumbled forward the last few centimetres, and he was practically close enough to nuzzle his face between her legs. He pushed the clothing out of the way, his hands rough against her pure-feeling skin.
She felt amazing already. He couldn’t wait to feel her cunt.
The bed dipped underneath his weight as he ripped his clothing off of his body and stared at her cunt, dragging his thumb through her as he gathered her slick — not taking a taste just yet — before sliding it over the head of his cock. He moaned, his eye rolling back into his head as her slick covered his tip.
Soon enough, he would be completely enveloped in her glorious warmth.
He removed her underwear, the scent of her cunt wrapping around him as he became dazed with the feeling he was experiencing. Her body moved lazily in her deep sleep state, making the perfect-sounding sleepy sounds that affected him further.
Fuck.
He would make her feel good.
She deserved to be treated right for once.
He thought as he entered her sleeping form, her cunt’s warmth dragging him in as he allowed himself to reach the hilt of her body. His moans were struggling to remain inside as he kept himself still, her cunt tightening and squeezing him.
She’s begging for more.
He told himself.
She wanted this. She wants this.
Aemond slowly began thrusting in and out of her. The feeling was ecstatic as his thrusts kept growing in rhythm, harder and harder, rougher and rougher. Her body wanted this. Helaena wanted this. The way her body was reacting to him was so telling.
He couldn’t stop, regardless of his brother's noises behind him. Aemond wished he had been married to their sister if this was what she felt like. He couldn’t believe that he would only ever get one taste.
He needed to savour his time with her.
But, he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t hold back any longer with the way her cunt was fluttering and squeezing him for dear life. Helaena wanted him, Aemond convinced himself over and over, in time with his deep thrusts.
She tried rolling in her sleep, but Aemond’s weight stopped her movements, causing bouts of pleasure to shoot through him as her sleepy sounds wrapped around his cock. She was practically begging for him.
Her cunt was screaming for him.
Aemond dove into Helaena till he hit the hilt all over again, leaning over her body as he smirked down at her. He felt her fluttering around him, an orgasm washing through her, as he pressed his lips against her cheek. As his rough, cracked lips touched her soft baby skin, he felt his relief paint her inner walls, coating her completely as he hoped his seed took.
Wishing to see her rounded with his baby.
A glimmer of softness pushed through the harshness of what he had just done to his precious angel of a sister.
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