Part one: Before the dance
The uncrowned queen masterlist
pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x mistress, female reader
summary: Aegon's making you his mistress shortly before his marriage with Helaena.
warnings: SPOILERS, smut, MDNI, 18+ content, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it before u tap it), mentions of drinking, him making you his mistress
a/n: A speacial thanks and credits to @willowmartbag for giving me her idea for this.
This story sets place before, during and shortly after the dance of dragons.
All characters are aged up (+18).
Aegon's coronation is shortly after his marriage with Helaena and they have their kids after the wedding.
With slow and careful steps, you walked into the courtyard of the Red Keep and stopped when your father greeted a much older man with a smile. The old man took your father with him to meet some other lords, so you soon were alone, surrounded by people you had not seen before.
You thought it was best to play invisible, so you found a place in the shadow below a big willow at the edge of the yard and sat down, hoping the ladies and noblemen would not notice you and also wouldn't mind that you weren't surrounding Aegon like a mad dog who was chasing its stick.
After most guests had gone inside, the garden became quieter, and the birds returned to their places above your head in the crown of the tree. You listened to the songs they began to sing and closed your eyes, just to open them abruptly a few seconds later because of the grunt someone gave from his lips.
„I think this is one of the only places where I'm not bothered by these hordes of unpleasant, petty princess sluts.“
You turned your head and saw white blond hair and an empty cup of wine. The young man was louder and slurrier than a normal boy, so he must have had some of the wine before he came out here.
„Aegon,“ he slurred again and turned his head so he could inspect your face's features. Then he grinned. „My name... is Aegon.“
You told him your name and then looked at the golden cup in his hands.
„Do you want some? It's good wine, the one the dragon drinks.“ Aegon winked, trying to fish out another drop of the red liquid, unsuccessfully.
„I did not come here to drink, my prince.“
„No? Then why did you come here?“
You started to think about an answer that wouldn't sound too unfriendly when the Targaryen spoke up again.
„I believe you came here to be not seen, which obviously did not work because I found you.“
„Your presence does not harm my mood, my prince.“
He grinned again, but it disappeared when guards in white cloaks burst through the gate from the inside of the castle.
„May I offer you my hand? We are in a hurry to leave the yard.“ Aegon suddenly sounded more steady than before and rose to his feet before grabbing your hand without waiting for your response.
He didn’t answer but just pulled you up the stairs and into a bedroom before shutting the door, pressing his back against the wood and beginning to laugh.
You needed to grin too, although you did not quite understand what had just happened. „Why did we run?”
„They were looking for me, you know. They wanted to bring me back to the meeting with all these lords that bored me. I wish I could just stay in bed with beautiful women all day long.” Aegon’s laugh turned into a smile, and his gentle hand around your wrist urged you closer. His eyes turned darker with desire and changed between your eyes and your lips. „Do you want to kiss me?” Your name from his mouth sounded like sweet wine.
You nodded slowly, still not sure what had brought you into this situation and absolutely not sure if this was a good idea.
The kiss started slow; his hands wandered to your hips and pulled you closer while the air was filled with the sweet scent of both of your perfumes.
Aegon’s mouth moved against yours with a languid hunger, his lips parting just enough to let his tongue brush yours in a teasing stroke. His fingers tightened on your hips, thumbs stroking slow circles over the fabric of your dress as he drew you flush against him.
He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth along your jaw, breath warm against your skin, which somehow still send shivers down your spine. „Let me have you here,” he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough.
„But what about the guards?” You asked against his hot, pink lips, but he just shook his head.
„They can search all night if they enjoy it.”
His hands slid lower, cupping the curve of your ass through your skirts, squeezing gently as he rubbed himself in a slow, deliberate grind. You could feel the growing bulge in his pants nudging against your belly. Aegon’s mouth returned to yours, harder this time, tongue sliding in to taste you fully while one hand rose to cradle the back of your neck.
After making sure no one could enter through the door, he walked you backward without breaking the kiss until knee cavities met the edge of the wide bed. With a soft push, he guided you down onto the silk of his blankets, following immediately, his body covering yours. One of Aegon’s knees nudged your thighs apart so he could settle between them. His lips left yours to press open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and throat, teeth grazing lightly over your pulse and his tongue hot on your sensitive skin.
„You want me so bad, don’t you?,” he breathed against your collarbone, fingers already working at the laces of your corset. „I’ll give you everything and more.”
Aegon’s fingers worked the laces of the fabric with practiced ease, loosening the ties until your dress parted and cool air kissed your skin. He pushed the material aside, baring your breasts to his gaze and the warmth of his breath. His mouth descended, lips closing around one nipple while his tongue circled the sensitive peak, sucking gently before he switched to the other. His hand cupped the flesh, thumb brushing over the wet, hard skin he left behind.
He ground his hips down harder between your spread thighs, the thick length of his cock rubbing against your core through layers of clothing.
„Oh please, do something, my prince,” you moaned, head pressed against the pillows beneath you.
A low groan vibrated against your breast as he rocked again, the friction deliberate and teasing. His free hand slid under your skirts, fingers tracing up your inner thigh until they reached the heat between your legs.
„So impatient,” Aegon’s mouth let out a hiss.
He pressed the heel of his palm against your pussy, feeling the dampness already soaking through your smallclothes.
„Already wet for me,” he murmured, lifting his head to watch your face as two fingers hooked the fabric aside and slid along your slit. He parted your slickly folds, circling your clit with slow, firm strokes before dipping lower to press one finger inside you. Aegon’s mouth returned to yours, kissing you deeply while he pumped that finger in and out, adding a second when your hips began to lift against his hand and your groans against his mouth increased.
„Yes, yesss, just like that, aaahh.” You nearly screamed at
He broke the kiss only to nuzzle your ear, voice rough.„I'll fuck you probably after you came on my fingers, sweet girl.” His thumb kept working your clit as his fingers curled inside, stroking that sensitive spot with each thrust. His cock rubbed against your thigh, still trapped in his breeches, pleading for some attention, but he made no move to free himself yet.
The sound of his fingers moving in and out of you filled the quiet room, wet and obscene, mixing with your soft gasps. Aegon’s eyes stayed locked on yours, dark with lust, as he added a third finger and stretched you open, his pace steady and relentless.
Aegon’s fingers curled deep inside you, three thick digits pumping steadily while his thumb circled your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Your walls clenched around him as the pleasure built up inside of you, your hips bucking up to meet every thrust. He watched your face the whole time, eyes heavy-lidded and hungry, a smirk tugging at his lips when your breath hitched and your thighs started to shake.
„That’s it,” he rasped, voice low. “Come for me. Let me feel that tight pussy around my fingers.”
Your orgasm crashed through you hard, back arching off the bed as your cunt pulsed and fluttered around his hand. Wetness coated his fingers, dripping down his knuckles while he kept working you through it, drawing every last tremor from your body. Aegon groaned at the sight, grinding his still-clothed cock against your thigh, the thick length twitching with nearly unbearable need.
He pulled his fingers free only when your spasms eased, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean with a low hum of approval. „So sweet and just for me,“ he murmured, then sat back on his heels to shove his breeches down. His cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped a hand around the base, giving it one slow stroke before he leaned over you again.
Aegon hooked your legs over his hips and lined himself up, dragging the thick head of his cock through your slick folds. He pressed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open around his girth until his balls rested against your ass. A deep groan left him as he bottomed out, forehead dropping to yours.
„Fuck, you feel fucking perfect,” he breathed, then started to move. His thrusts were deep and steady at first, hips rolling to grind against your clit with every stroke, which made you moan and groan once again, feeling the tiny shock waves of your last high. He kissed you hard, tongue sliding against yours while his hands gripped your ass, pulling you up to meet him. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy filled the room, punctuated by the slap of skin and his low grunts.
He picked up the pace gradually, fucking you harder and faster so that the bed creaked beneath you. One hand slid between your bodies to rub your clit again, fingers slick from your previous orgasm. „Want you to come on my cock this time,” he growled against your mouth. „Want to feel you milk me while I fill you up. I’ll fuck you until you see fucking stars, baby.“
Your second release hit even stronger, your pussy clamping down around him as you cried out his name. Aegon fucked you through it, pace growing erratic until he buried himself deep and came with a rough groan, hot pulses of cum flooding your cunt. He stayed inside you, hips rocking gently through the aftershocks, kissing your neck and jaw while you both caught your breath.
Outside, distant shouts echoed through the castle halls, but Aegon only chuckled softly and nuzzled closer, still buried inside you. „They can keep looking,” he whispered. „I’m not going anywhere until I’ve had you again.”
The nights after that, Aegon couldn't sleep properly anymore. His thoughts always slipped to you. Your laugh, your face, your eyes. He wanted you again, not just to fuck you but also to listen to your voice.
The crown prince was unable to pull his mind together and stop thinking about you whenever he stepped into the garden or into his bedchambers.
Whenever he walked past the guest rooms, which he usually avoided to not get dragged into talks with older lords, he wondered in which room his mother had allocated you.
„Hey, hey you, servant girl,“ Aegon fastened his steps to not miss the young woman.
„My prince,“ she answered politely and nearly hit the ground when she curtsied.
He asked her where your room might be and went straight in without knocking after the maid had brought him to the wanted chambers.
„Oh, seven hells.“ Your hand wandered to your chest as you turned and laid eyes on the prince. „What are you doing here?“ You had stopped saying 'my prince' since he had nearly refused to let you come if you wouldn't stop saying it the last time you were with him.
„I needed to see you.“ He pushed the door shut and crouched beside you, careful not to step on your knitting stuff.
„Aegon, we had sworn by the seven gods that that night would be nothing more than sweet whispers.“
„Aegon,“ you touched his hand so he would look at you. „You are about to get married to Helaena.“
He rolled his eyes and drove his hand through his hair. „Helaena doesn't care about anything but her dreams and beetles.“
„She is your sister.“ Although you had never met Helaena in person, you had seen her at feasts and heard stories about the Dreamer of the family and that she was a gentle and kind person, which you adored.
„Stop, please, you sound like my mother.“ He turned his eyes back to you and took a moment before speaking again. „But come on, the wedding is in a few days, and until then I am a free man, and I think even after that I will not share the bed with my wife, besides when the duty must be done, so I will still be free.“
„Are you suggesting making me your mistress?“
„Would that be so bad? I mean, you could live here in the Red Keep; you wouldn't have to be married to a man you wouldn't even like and could just enjoy your life.“
Now it was you who took a moment before speaking out your thoughts. „I always hated the thought of marrying a man for only political purposes.“
„You see,“ Aegon brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. „Everyone is benefiting.“
Then his lips found yours, just like they had the evening some nights before, and your knitting project became a distant memory, repressed by thoughts of Aegon and the feelings he made you feel.
As the kiss deepened, his hands slid from your face to your waist, lifting you effortlessly from the ground and placing you onto the wooden table that stood nearby. Your knitting supplies fell out of your lap as he picked you up—needles hitting the floor and yarn unraveling—but neither of you cared. Aegon stepped between your thighs, his body pressing firmly against you, his breath hitching as he felt the heat of your body through your dress.
„Just tell me you want this,“ he murmured against your lips, his voice a low command. „Tell me you want me more than you want to be a proper lady being married off to some unimportant lord.“
„I want you, Aegon,“ you whispered, your fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. „Only you.“
That was all the permission he needed. He didn't waste time with gentleness this time. He grabbed the bodice of your gown, pulling the fabric down with a rough tug that exposed your breasts to the dim light of the room.
The crown prince groaned, a guttural sound of pure desire, and buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that surely would lead to questioning faces later on. His hand slid up your thigh, pushing your skirts high and diving beneath your smallclothes.
You gasped, arching your back as his fingers found you already slick and aching.
He didn't tease you this time; he drove two fingers deep inside you in one swift motion, his thumb grinding relentlessly against your clitoris.
„You're so ready for me, baby,“ he rasped, his eyes dark and dilated.
You couldn't answer, your head tossing back as the pleasure surged.
Aegon watched you, obsessed with the way your expression fractured under his touch. He increased the pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you with a wet, rhythmic slap that filled the room. He wanted you on the edge, wanting you desperate, before he even touched his own clothes. He pulled his hand away abruptly, leaving you shivering and whimpering for more.
„Need you so bad, my prince,“ you whispered into his ear, smirking at the name he had strictly forbidden you to use when you two were alone.
Aegon quickly shucked his breeches, his cock springing free—thick, pulsing, and fully aroused. He grabbed your hips, pulling you to the very edge of the table.
„Look at me,“ he commanded.
You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze just as he drove himself into you.
He entered in one long, punishing thrust that bottomed out completely, forcing a loud, broken cry from your throat.
Aegon let out a sharp hiss of pleasure, his muscles locking as he felt the tight, wet heat of you clamping around him. He began to move with a brutal efficiency so your head fell back in pleasure, each thrust a collision that shook the table and sent vibrations through your entire frame. „You're mine,“ he groaned, his voice rough and broken. „Not the lords', not your father's... only mine.“
„Yes, fuck, only yours, Aegon.“ You moaned. The friction was overwhelming, the sensation of his girth stretching you open while his chest pressed against your breasts.
Aegon’s pace became frantic, his hips slamming against yours with a raw, primal energy. He reached down, his thumb finding your clit again and rubbing it in time with his thrusts, pushing you toward a peak that felt like it would shatter you.
As you reached the breaking point, your internal walls began to pulse and squeeze him.
Aegon felt the tremors and let out a deep groan, his pace becoming even more erratic and violent. He buried himself one last time, his body stiffening as he erupted inside you in hot, thick waves of cum, filling you to the brim.
He collapsed against you, his heart hammering against your ribs, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
For a few minutes, there was only the sound of your shared breathing and the distant chime of a bell in the city that seemed so far away in that moment.
Aegon pulled back slowly, a smug, possessive smile crossing his lips as he looked at the mess he'd made of you. He leaned in, kissing your forehead while wondering if you had given him permission to make you his mistress by letting him fuck you.
„I don't care about the wedding,“ he whispered, his voice returning to that velvet-rough tone. „I don't care about the crown. As long as I have this... as long as I have you.“ Aegon didn't like how submissive that last sentence had sounded out of the mouth of the future king, but it was the truth.
You looked at him while pulling your dresses in place again and getting off the table. „But the crown is your prophecy; it is your duty to rule the seven kingdoms and protect the iron throne.“
„I never wished for that position.“ Aegon had closed his clothing again and now stood a few feet away from you.
„You were born to do this, Aegon.“ You stepped closer and put his hand on his cheek before kissing him one last time and then leaving the room.
Outside, the air was fresh and colder than in the little room you had just been fucking the soon-to-be king. You walked into the great hall where tables had been built up with plates of all kinds of food and drinks.
„May I have a word with you?“ It was Alicent who requested your presence.
„M'lady.“ You curtsied and walked with her, out of the hall again, although your stomach was as empty as a ghost-plagued village.
„It came to my ears that you are seeing my son at night times.“
Before you could wipe the half-shocked expression from your face with an appropriate answer, she had spoken up again.
„I am not mad; he had a thing for pretty ladies his whole life. I am just worried about what will happen to you after the coronation.“ The red-haired woman stroked back a loose strand of your hair. „Make sure you are safe, little one.“
Then she left, and you stood alone in front of the great hall.
With a full stomach and still thinking about Alicent's words, you walked into the courtyard to notice the princess sitting on some blankets, her eyes focused on a sketch of a spider she had drawn into a notebook.
„Come sit with me.“ Helaena said gently as she noticed you, so you turned around and sat down beside her.
„This is a beautiful drawing; you are really talented, my princess.“
„I am not in anger if you lay with my brother at nighttimes.“ Her eyes were still on the half-finished spider as she told you.
„I intend to stop seeing him once you are married-“
„Don't“ she had abruptly stopped drawing and was now clinging to your arm nearly pleading. „He seems so blithe in your presence.“
„Y-you want me to keep seeing your soon-to-be brother-husband?“
She nodded, looking deep into your eyes. „I think he would be happier with you than with me. In the marriage, I mean, but that is fine. He is more gladsome with you than he is with me, and I believe that he deserves that.“
„I wish not to stand between you and him in your marriage.“ You slowly stood up, smiling at her.
Helaena nodded calmly and looked back at her book with the half-finished drawing of the spider in it, although she looked like she was still thinking about something.
„The dragon will have three heads.“ Helaena mumbled while you walked away, back inside the castle.
The wedding and coronation were one week later, and although you had told Helaena you would stop seeing Aegon after their wedding, he still sneaked into your chambers at night.
