By no means had you known what being alone was like.

After Aemond, you were the fifth child of king Viserys to survive childhood. Daeron was your youngest by two years, and like your sister, you were dotted and cared for by your mother and father… unlike your brothers. 

Your mother had a weird way to demonstrate affection to them, you always thought. With Aegon was non-existent, and Aemond had this burden to be the reliable sibling amongst them all. 

When Aegon had to marry Helaena; you married Aemond. It was how the tradition dictates, and it was under your father’s wish, much to your mother’s dislike.

And just like Helaena, you recently had a daughter with Aemond, Rhaelle, who was the apple of his father’s eye. Yet, the only difference between your duty and Helaena’s is that she wasn’t the one who had to take care of Aegon. Instead, you took care of Aegon’s whims, alongside your husband’s.  

Aegon was greedy, whiny and clingy. He searched you whenever he wanted, following you around like a puppy for your attention. Whereas Aemond was quiet, reserved and embarrassed, but not less greedy. He often wanted comfort, praise for his action and the reassurance that he was doing no wrong in his desires. 

Both of them accepted the other, in a quiet agreement. You were a petulant person, and if you wanted, they knew this, all of it, would be over. So they shut up their differences for the sake of it.

Aegon was curled by your right side, lying on the bed of your chambers. Post coital bliss at its finest, as he was slightly sleepy, and even a bit grumpy when bothered. It had been some cold days, but the fire made it more bearable, and it gave some sense of cosiness to both. He was just resting, a bit sleepy, his head on your stomach as you read some silly book about Valyrian fashion, as his legs were pressed against your shoulder, as you slowly caressed his leg, soothing him like that.

You hear his soft yawn, as the laziness of the evening consumes you both as you are cuddled against the other for the warm. As Aegon draws slowly patterns upon the lower part of your chest, you feel the door of the chambers opening knowing it was your husband 

You lower your book, caressing Aegon’s heel and calf, as you look at Aemond, walking closer to the bed as he makes a slight face at seeing Aegon here, as if he wanted you all for himself. He takes his boots quickly, moving to take off his leather jerkin.

“Hi” You say, softly, and he hums. You can see it in the slight frown on his face. 

Aegon stirs a hit, not greeting Aemond as he sits on the bed, closer to you. Like a lazy cat, he yawns, and you feel his muscles stretching a bit. 

“Did you tuck Rhaelle?” Aemond asks, his shoulders tensed up as he takes off his eye patch and loses up his hair. He was tired, you could see.

“Yes, she is sleeping in the nursery…” You say softly, looking at him. “What is it?” You ask, seeing how Aemond wants something, yet he doesn’t know how to say it, looking at you a bit unsure. 

“Mummy” He whines softly, frowning as his tone was a bit sheepishly, sitting closer to you, by your left side. 

You press your lips together, looking at him as he seems so vulnerable, and tired, for whatever reason he probably will tell you later. Aegon nuzzles your stomach, his interest piqued on Aemond’s word, because if it involves Aemond, it will involve him as well. 

The unspoken words between you and Aemond are no obstacle to knowing what he wants. You know your brothers, surely, but Aemond was different. Aemond was your husband, and you knew him like the palm of your hand. 

Aemond nods shyly, as if agreeing with the thought on your mind, and he scoots closer once you sit better on the bed, leaning back properly on the pillows. Your nightgown is easy to untie at the front, more so when you are lactating and need an easy way to open the dress. Rhaelle would fuss and wail her little lungs out, so your clothes were always easy to undo. 

Now, if Rhaelle’s father and uncle enjoy the same, is another thing. 

You undo the laces in the front of your dress, and you know how Aegon reincorporates to sit, suddenly all woken up and interested in this. The dress is pure cotton, and it is comfortable to wear. You pull the fabric out of the way, and with their gazes following your each movement, you know it is a matter of time for them to hungrily latch onto you.

Aegon curls up to your right side, whereas Aemond does the same on your left. He always preferred your left, since the blind spot faces Aegon, so he doesn’t have to bear seeing him too. Aegon is much more shameless, clinging to you and moving his hips softly against your right side.

You feel both men getting closer, and their breaths hit your nipples as they nuzzle your blossom, in hopes of sucking hungrily.

 “Aegon…” you say softly as he was growing impatient, moving a bit as he pressed his face closer to your breast, restless and eager.

Aemond is never restless; he stayed still as he loved, caring. He always pressed faint kisses, around your tits, before suckling calmly. His left arm always found its way to wrap your waist, keeping you close to him as he delighted himself with soothing milk.

Instead, Aegon immediately latched onto your breast, suckling and trying to get all the milk he could, eagerly as he always seemed relentless, always craving more and more. He’d watch you with bright, purple eyes as he craved for your attention.

You comb their hair with your fingers, kiss the top of their heads and rub their back. They were your older brothers, but behaved like hungry little kittens that needed their milk.

Always was a bit strange, as they weren’t always amicable. It took a long time, for Aemond, at least, to join in. It was mainly due to the fact that Aegon rarely left you alone, even if you were Aemond’s wife. Little by little, they learned how to warm up to each other, and sometimes to your request, they’ll kiss.

The suckling sounds are loud, almost obscene, as you feel both swallow each drop from your leaking milk. Aemond had probably been tasting it since the end of your pregnancy, yet it didn’t tire him at all. And Aegon? He was always hungry, and he suckled and his tongue lapped your breast, milking more and more. 

You can feel how they swallow the milk, both eager. Aemond has a hand around your waist, as Aegon has his hand around your breast and squeezes it slightly as if to have more.

“Mummy” Aegon murmurs, pulling back as he looks at you, and he has wide purple eyes “are we being good?”

The reassurance is a must, you realise with time. “Yes, baby. You both are my good boys” you murmur, caressing the top of their head “Both of you, my best boys…”

They delight themselves in the praise; you hear Aemond’s faint moans, as you feel his body at ease. You caress the back of his head, feeling the loose hairs on your fingers. 

It always made you feel the arousal settle in the lower part of your belly, and feeling so turned on you had to press your thighs together a bit. Aemond loved when your breast grew larger, and full of milk. Aegon was not behind that feeling, as he was the one to propose the idea to ‘help you with the heaviness of them’.

Aegon gulps on the milk like a glutton, and his eyes are closed in the delight of nursing. You feel his cock hardening little by little by your side. Aemond instead, looks at you. His eye is deep and intense, watching your face as his mouth is still working on your nipple, his tongue pressing against the nub getting more milk. His hand on your waist loosens up slightly, slowly moving down all the way to your stomach, and little by little, makes its way to your centre. 

Aegon is oblivious to that, as he suckles and slurps loudly, with not a care for the world, nipping and licking all of the sweet milk that your breast can produce. He whines a bit, scooping closer and closer as he tries to get more and more. 

“Doing such a good job for mummy, darlings…” You say to both, as you feel Aemond’s hand almost innocently brushing against your womanhood. “So good…” You murmur dreamily, sighing as Aegon nuzzles his face closer to your right breast, his nose brushing the skin as his mouth slightly presses a bit harder, eager for more.

They could feel you moving under their touch, almost possessive as they fed from you, keeping you right there at their mercy. The sound of your praise stirred something in both of them, yearning more of your affections, more of mummy’s affections. 

Aemond is the first one to pull away from your breast, beginning to shift as his body moves higher, his mouth kissing all the way up to kiss you in the lips. You hum, feeling the taste of your own milk on his lips. 

“Mummy” Aegon protests, not wanting to be left out as always, as he pulls away from your breast, an obscene sound from it as he moves his head to nuzzle your cheek, kissing lazily to keep on worshipping your body. 

Aware of how his hand was still between your legs, Aemond pressed it harder against your core, rubbing more firmly. As if wanting to draw more sounds from you, Aegon moves his hand to grope softly, carefully your breast, not wanting to leave a part from you unattended. 

“You are such good boys for me, always wanting to please me, hm?” You say, panting a bit from how good your husband's hands on your pussy feels.

“Yes mummy” Aemond murmurs, and Aegon nods in agreement. 

It’s as if Aemond knows your thoughts, because he turns to watch Aegon, moving slightly his other hand to place it on the back of his neck, pulling Aegon closer to share a slow, yet passionate kiss between both of them.

They could feel the milky taste in the other’s mouth, and you could see how their tongues crashed against each other, making it as sloppy as possible as they made out for quite some time, as Aemond’s fingers tried to pry into your clit and pussy. 

You know that at the beginning it was more to put on a show for you, for your delight that they agreed to do as well. If they enjoyed it, you could never know. But now it’s different, watching how they hungrily seek each other’s mouth, and if one tries to pull away, the other is quick to lean, following their mouth to keep on kissing. 

It’s hot, to say the least, and it makes wonders for your arousal to see both of them kiss like this. You think, for a moment, if you could maybe propose the idea for them to follow this lust for each other further. Maybe for another occasion. 

As Aemond’s lips move to kiss Aegon’s neck, you see how your baby seems so aroused, you could always see it clearly with Aegon, how his cheeks turned pinker and he had that blissful expression. You feel Aemond’s hand moving away from your core, and before you could ask anything, they both pulled away from each other. 

Aemond probably murmured something in Aegon's ear, because they shared a look before the eldest slowly turned to you. 

 “Mummy, can we please you…? We wanna taste your pussy… please…” he asked, and you see how Aemond looks at you, awaiting your answer, as his hand caresses your thigh softly.

You caress Aegon’s thigh softly, as they both almost look at you with puppy eyes. 

“Yes, my darlings. Please mummy with your mouths” 

It does not take them long to accommodate between your legs, Aemond presses one hand to your left leg, keeping it still. Aegon does not bother to do the same for your left thigh, as he has other priorities. 

You feel Aegon’s mouth first, his tongue tracing along her slit. Aemond moves his hand to the back of Aegon’s head, pushing his mouth further into your cunt, as the eldest savours your wetness. And at the sound of your moans, he doubles his efforts.

Then it’s Aegon who pulls your husband’s face down to join his mouth, both of them licking and sucking your wet cunt. You can see both of them, their cheeks pressed together as they pleasure you with their mouths at the same time, licking and slurping in unison.

“Fuck, f-fuck, gods…” you moan, your hips moving closer, grinding against his tongues, grabbing Aegon’s hair, short and easy to grab (unlike Aemond’s)

Aegon seems delighted at that, and you feel his tongue darting out to suck your clit eagerly, and you feel your jaw moving at the motion, and he whimpers with need. Aemond is, as always, focused as he slurps and sucks on her entrance, obscene sounds fill the room as his expert mouth works on you. 

They both clearly relish both the taste and the privilege of having their faces buried between your thighs, moving to please you, and their tongues crashing together as they do so. 

“Mummy, you taste so good” you don’t even recognise the sound, the sound muffled by the little space between his mouth and your folds. 

“Fuck, so good…” the other agrees, and your legs tremble, as your hips try to get more and more of their wicked tongues.

Aegon is the one whining, you know that. As you pull his hair, you see his needy eyes looking at you. You press your heel on his back, as if pushing him closer to your cunt. He moans, closing his eyes as he goes back to feasting on your pussy.

Aemond moved to your clit now, and you can see how the sapphire glints on the dim lights. You imagine that both of their cocks are rock hard, throbbing impatiently. 

Maybe it’s Aegon or Aemond (maybe both) the one who drools, while the muffled moans still come and go. You, on your side, are a mess, as you try to keep both of them close to you, feeling Aemond’s hand caressing your breast. Your pussy can’t take longer, and your hips grind against both of their faces, as you roll your eyes back and lean your head back in the pillows, as you feel your orgasm so close.

 “Fuck, babies, so good for mummy, fuck…” you mean it, moaning loudly as you feel them whimper.

“Wanna make you cum so hard, mummy…” Aegon’s raspy voice is a bit clearer, as you clench on his hair.

“Hmmmm” Aemond hums, not separating one bit from your cunt.

As you start cumming, both of them press their mouth against your pussy, wanting to taste your cum as they try to be the one to get more. You are cumming hard, and their greedy tongues only fuel your orgasm even more. 

Feeling your pussy quivering and pulsing around their tongues it's probably one of their favourite things, along with the rest of you. The feeling of your creamy juices made them greedy, and they share it all

Their faces are shiny with your arousal, and even when you retreat, they lick their lips as if wanting more. You can’t exactly see in the faces of your brother’s what they are thinking, but you feel tired to think about anything but the great orgasm you just had. 

You are not exactly sure who started the kiss, but it's messy and sloppy, as you see their tongues sharing the last tastes of your cum, as their hands clenched to the other to keep him close, and keep on the passionate kiss.

It’s Aemond who groans, Aegon pressing his body to his, almost humping his cock to any part of your husband’s skin, who holds him close, one hand on his jaw and the other moving down to the eldest hips.

You move a bit, sitting better on the bed, yet your back still leans on the pillows, body relaxed as you accommodate to watch them devour each other as one does sit to watch men fighting in a tourney. But both of them were involved in different practices, which was a show for you to see and most importantly- enjoy. 

You can see their tongues pressing together, their heads moving to not break the sloppy kiss, messy and passionate. They surely are doing this out of passion and lust, rather than rational thought, but you are not complaining.

Aegon’s hand comes to caress the firm abdomen of Aemond, like you enjoy doing. Your husband is a creature of many sides, and he can be as submissive as he can be dominant. He moves the hand on Aegon’s hip to grip his short hair, and keeps him in place to keep on kissing him. 

“Aem… mummy” Aegon’s little whines come in a low tone, and a bit slurred, as Aemond does not give his mouth a break. 

It takes you a while to notice that Aegon is using his hand to stroke Aemond’s cock, using the side of his thigh to hump and grind his own cock. He was needy, but he was too much of a needy baby to fight for dominance. Aegon relished on being submissive, either with you, or Aemond. 

Aemond breaks their kiss, his head falling back to pant, groaning slightly as Aegon uses his hand on his cock. You know Aegon is the most lustful creature since he discovered pleasure, and he was always good with his hands. 

“Mummy…” Aegon whines, wanting you to help him with his cock, and you move on your knees closer to where they were having this exchange of pleasure, because both of them wanted to cum very badly. 

Your hands on Aegon’s cock make him go weak, whimpering as he leans closer to Aemond, moving his lips down on his body, his abdomen and the tip of his cock.

“Good boys, hm? You both are such good boys for mummy, pleasuring yourselves…” You say, that sweet tone of yours makes Aemond’s arousal explode. 

“Fuck-” Aemond mutters, groaning and whimpering as he cums one of his hands moving to grip your shoulder, and as your hands stroke the eldest’s cock, your hand over stimulating movements on his cockhead, as if trying to replicate his tongue movements on Aemond’s tip. 

Aegon is greedy, and he whimpers, still pleasuring Aemond, his hips bucking on your hand, as his own orgasm hits hard. Aemond is the one holding him, as your baby’s orgasm hits him hard, trying not to fall on the bed, panting loudly and whimpering. 

He makes a little sound when you kiss him, wanting to taste Aemond’s cum on his tongue. It was delightful, and you feel his body melting on your touch. You feel how your other brother moves to caress the back of your head, nuzzling your shoulder and kissing it tenderly.

Your husband cups your shoulder before addressing his brother. “We lie together often, Your Grace. A babe with the blood of the dragon won’t come a moment before it’s ready.”

The King guzzles his beverage. “You forget, brother, that we’re the blood of the dragon. If you’re really as devoted to babymaking as you claim, your spark should catch quickly. How long has it been? Four months? A season’s come and gone, and still she’s empty.” Metal clangs as his drained cup lands on the swords behind him.

Prince Aemond stares, danger thick in the air. “My bride’s body is perfect. I’ll not have you imply otherwise.”

“It’s not her I take issue with.” He swivels in his seat, boots finally meeting stone. Firelight dances off the crown atop his head. “My firstborn was sired in a week. Do you seriously expect me to believe you’re filling her womb properly?”

“I fill her plenty.” He’s totally still, save the fingertips tapping your shoulder. “What will it take for you to believe me?”

Aegon sighs dramatically. “Without witnessing the act myself, nothing short of a silver-haired babe from your wife’s cunt. Honestly… does it really matter which Targaryen puts heirs in her?” His gestures grow more animated. “Perhaps I’ll lend you my aid. I have no trouble keeping my wife stuffed full. No one would even know the difference. What’s bending a few rules when the Targaryen dynasty is at stake?”

Aemond leans into your space, lips brushing your ear. “Is my seed still where I left it inside you this morning?”

Heat pricks awake behind your navel. You nod. 

“Mm.” His fingers press into your arm. Warm breath wafts over your neck. “He’ll barely remember this tomorrow, but enough to get off our backs.” 

Electricity skitters from your gut to your groin like fingernails skimming skin.

“Come, wife. The King needs to see proof of consummation with his own eyes.” His hand trails down your spine, pressing at the base.

The steady weight at your back guides you up the dais steps until you’re close enough to touch the King.

“How quickly he works, now that he has the proper motivation!” Aegon mocks.

Aemond spins you around. Your stomach flutters with your back to Aegon. Are his eyes roving over every curve tucked under my skirts?

“Bow for your King. All the way, ābrazȳrys. Hands and knees.” Aemond’s voice is soft but firm. He helps you lower onto the cool stone. “Good girl.”

Palms planted two steps lower than your knees, your backside is angled upwards, presented to the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. 

Towering beside you, Aemond unfastens his sword holster. The heavy weapon clanks onto the melted swords at his feet. “Raise your skirts to your waist. Knees wide. Show the King your cunt.” A pause. “Don’t worry, he’ll love it.”

Aegon claps. “Oh, I do enjoy a good show.” 

Your skirts tremble as you move them. Aemond kneels behind you, smoothing them in long, slow strokes up your ass.

Cool air sweeps your exposed folds. Your heart hammers against your ribs.

A low whistle from the throne. “So much to admire. I’ll never tire of looking upon bare cunts. Especially royal ones.”

You survey the bare throne room as the one on the throne surveys you.

“You can look your fill after what comes next.” Aemond grasps your thighs. “I need to open you up a bit, love.”

Warm kisses blot your vulva. Gentle brushing on your bud. Your pulse skyrockets.

Broad, wet swipes along your slit. 

Swipe… swipe… swipe… 

Your clit swirled in rhythm. A hot tongue spiraling into your opening—teasing, stretching, coaxing.

Your breaths come heavier, blood racing to meet Aemond’s lips.

Hungry noises slip out of the mouth sampling you.

“As arousing as this is, I’m not sure what you’re hoping to prove with this little stunt. It takes more than a tongue to get a woman pregnant.”

Aegon is watching Aemond eat me out from behind! And, Seven Hells, he likes it—

“A tongue is how it starts, brother,” Aemond purrs.

Oh fuck— 

All thoughts melt away when his lips latch onto your swollen bundle of nerves. A moan stretches out of you. 

Aemond’s feasting turns feral. Deep suction on your pulsing nub. Nose grinding into your entrance. Vibrations groaned into your core.

Fire simmers your marrow—bubbling, sizzling. 

You’re speared open on a writhing slickness, driving inside.

Twin moans echo through the hall.

You’re impaled again—bigger, firmer, farther. 

Long fingers pumping… delving deep… curving… 

Leaving…

Your prince’s breaths come quickly. “This is from the load I gave her this morning.”

Aegon scoffs. “And what, exactly, am I looking at? That bit of creamy fluid proves nothing. There’s no way for me to know it came from you. For all I know, that could be her own arousal.”

Aemond growls. 

When you glance back at him, his face gleams in the torchlight with your combined slick. Chin to nose. Cheek to cheek. You yearn to lick it off his perfect jaw.

It ticks once. “Fine. Have your proof.”

Aemond holds your gaze captive in his, indulgently sucking his fingers clean, groaning deeply. “Tasting our flavors mingled inside you drives me to madness.”

Deft fingers rip at the laces of his trousers. His thick shaft springs free, tip flushed and weeping.

“Let’s show the King how well your pussy knows the shape of my cock.”

He grabs it firmly at the base and guides it to your throbbing entrance. Gripping one hip, Aemond grunts as his flushed skin meets your wet folds. He brushes himself up and down your wetness until he’s sopping. 

Your pussy clenches around air—insistent, desperate for more.

You and the King wait on the edge of a knife, but Aemond does not cede. Your prince sweeps the head of his cock back and forth against your clit. Seconds drag into long minutes as he leisurely rubs his hard length along your groove.

“Please let me have it—,” you pant, focus narrowed to the friction he suspends you in.

“Have what, jorrāelagon?” He drawls. “Princesses must be specific with their words.”

“Please give me your cock,” you whimper.

His voice lilts, taunting you. “But you already have it. Is that not my cock grinding against your lips as we speak?”

You whine, “I need your cock inside me, Aemond.”

He alters his angle, rubbing his slick length between your ass cheeks, head prodding your puckered hole.

You gasp, ass clenching. Your cunt throbs with need.

Your desperation pours out. “Please put your cock in my pussy! Breed me! My cunt needs your cock, Aemond. Please—I’ve been empty for hours. All I want is your cock where it belongs.” 

“Mmm.” Hungry. Pleased.

His next drag tilts suddenly, head catching in your opening. Every nerve lights up at the delicious stretch.

Aemond groans, long and deep. “Does this look like the wrong hole?” 

How does just the head feel so intense?

Cock barely breaching, he doesn’t move a muscle.

As quickly as it spiked, the shock of his entry starts to fade, bleeding into raw hunger.

This King’s voice announces his rapt enthusiasm. “No—that’s the right one. What are you waiting for? Thrust it deeper.”

“Are you always so hasty?” Aemond asks, tutting.

You swivel your hips—a silent plea for more sensation.

His shaft retreats just to sink back into you, pressing a little deeper. Each unhurried thrust drives farther into your channel, like he’s exploring each inch of your inner walls one at a time before claiming all of you.

When you’re finally full, he pauses. Every nerve ending is glued to the way you’re completely stretched open on his firm thickness. Just to feel how deep that hardness goes, you squeeze. 

Stars dot your vision.

Aemond hisses, then moans. “A perfect fit,” he grits out, “like a glove expertly tailored for me.”

Then your stomach drops.

He moves like a dragon’s tail during flight: smooth, precise, and completely sure of the path. The weight of his cock grinds against your slippery insides with every slow, confident pump.

Pleasure clouds the edges of your mind.

Aemond huffs. Voice smug, he says, “You never could resist a wet pussy, could you?”

Looking back, you find Aegon fixated on where you and Aemond are joined, one hand lazily jerking his rigid cock. 

Lightning zips down your spine, striking your stuffed cunt. Your teeth dent your lip as you stare at the effect you and Aemond have on the King. 

Aegon catches you staring at the swollen meat in his fist. His mouth slants. “Like what you see, Princess?” He keeps stroking. You keep watching. “How are you so soaked?”

Your pussy seems to gush louder around Aemond’s pumping shaft.

“My husband’s seed keeps me wet for hours. Plus, I love Aemond’s—,” you cut yourself off, turning away.

“Nuh uh uh,” he chastises, “out with it. Don’t be shy. Your King needs the truth.”

You chew your cheek, looking over your shoulder. “I love Aemond’s cock.”

Aegon grins. “There’s a good girl. And how often does he put it in you?”

Your eyes dart to Aemond’s face. A cocky smirk perches on his lips. He snaps his hips harder, as if to remind you.

Your toes curl. As if I need reminding. 

Gods, that morning wood. Harder than sapphire. Every. Fucking. Dawn.

“Every morning and most nights, Your Grace.”

Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. “And which hole does he use?”

Heat races up your neck as memories pour in from every angle. “…Whichever he pleases.”

Aegon groans, hand pistoning faster. “And do you like that?”

Your eyes flit to your husband’s.

Candlelight and lightning casting obscene shadows of our tangled bodies… My hands clawing into his hair as he rocks into me in the place I thought I’d never enjoy... Screaming so hard Ser Criston thinks something’s amiss... Dozing off curled against Aemond’s solid chest in the bath afterward…

“Yes. Very much. He can have me any way he likes.”

“Mnh.” A savage thrust.

Aemond likes my answer.

“Fuck,” Aegon whines, jealousy pinching his face as he glances at his brother. “How often does he cum inside your pussy?”

The slow, relentless push and pull of Aemond’s shaft makes keeping your mind focused on Aegon’s questions a struggle. “Most days. Sometimes multiple times.”

His demeanor sharpens. “Are you lying to your King?”

Your reply is instant. “No! I had to acquire more smallclothes after our wedding because they get drenched so often.”

Aemond sighs. “If I’d known this demonstration was going to turn into an interrogation of my wife—”

“So maybe it isn’t an issue of filling her,” Aegon interrupts. “Maybe your cock is broken. I bet she just needs some real Targaryen fire.”

Aemond’s hands press harder into your hips, dragging you back onto his driving shaft. “Keep your dirty cock away from my wife’s perfect pussy,” his voice cuts like a blade, “I’m more than capable of fathering an heir.”

“Hmph. Fine, I’ll take pity on you.” You look back in time to see him cup his balls with his free hand. “You have two months to successfully breed her before the crown intervenes.”

Are they really arguing during sex? Targaryens are truly of different stock…

“I’ll make sure that’s not necessary. I’ll redouble my efforts. Three breeding sessions a day. And every drop of my cum will spill into her cunt.”

Your insides clench at the implications of your husband’s sex plan. His cock feeding your pussy three square meals a day… 

I’ll gladly get skewered morning, noon, and night.

“Fantastic. And when that doesn’t work, I’ll put my cock to work. Maybe I’ll make you thank me on your knees for providing you with an heir.” Footsteps sound, then a hand grips your jaw, tilting upwards. 

Aegon’s cock is within licking distance. You barely pry your eyes off of it to meet the King’s gaze. “Tell me, sweet girl. How would you feel about a prince and a King fucking you at the same time?”

Aemond’s grip tightens, crushing into muscle.

Flame erupts under your skin, burning away every inhibition. 

Take me straight to the Seventh Hell.

“I’d be honored to receive two Targaryen cocks at once, Your Grace.” Saliva pools on your tongue.

“Such polite words for such depraved behavior…” He smirks. “Open your mouth. Your throat can have a preview of what your cunt will feel when I need to breed you.”

Your lips part, tongue darting out to meet the tip already moving towards you. You lick and swirl. King Aegon tastes like salt and sin.

“Show me how you suck my brother off.”

He only allows a few exploratory licks before he’s pushing his shaft past your lips—insistent. “Aemond, don’t take your eyes off my cock. Your King commands it.”

Aegon quickly fills your mouth, tip meeting resistance when it nudges your tonsils. He thrusts a few times, hard length gliding against your tongue. 

You open for him, allowing him deeper access.

Aegon moans, long and loud. “Good girl. What an eager little mouth.” 

Thrust, thrust, thrust. “Brother, why have you never mentioned how good a cocksucker your wife is? Now I don’t have to wonder why you want fuck these sweet little holes every day. I can feel exactly what you feel.”

Aemond wraps his hands around your ass cheeks and squeezes. “Yes, she’s simply divine. As her husband, I get to experience all of her every single day. You wouldn’t believe how eager she is to see me each morning.”

They’re playing tug-of-war, and your body is the rope. With every push and pull of their cocks and each volley of words, the coil deep in your gut winds tighter. 

“Your mouth feels so good puckered around my cock, darling. The way your lips… your cheeks… your tongue… all slide against my shaft. Truly a hole made to be fucked by royalty.” Aegon engulfs both cheeks in his palms. “What a minx. A prince AND a King. By the Gods—who’s next?!”

Aemond chuckles darkly. “If you think this is peak pleasure, you’d be dumbfounded by the end of a lazy afternoon with her.”

Aegon pauses with the tip of his dick resting on your lower lip. “Here—wear my crown while I fuck your mouth. We can all pretend you’re my Queen today.” He places it on your head. Its weight settles into your hair. “Look at you. You have the King’s crown on your head, the King’s cock in your mouth… Next you’ll have the King’s bastard in your womb.” He grins wide, full teeth. “But for now, I’ll breed this tight little throat.”

His quick, chaotic pace wrestles with Aemond’s aching, inevitable grind. Your hips yanked in one direction, your shoulders jerked in another. Competing rhythms collide in your navel.

Prince Aemond’s voice is dangerously quiet, like the slice of a knife in the night. “There are other ways for her to become Queen.”

Aegon barks a laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Tell me, little brother, did you grow hot with jealousy when your wife agreed to take my cock so quickly?”

Your thigh muscles tense, every cell learning what it means to blaze. Aegon burns loud and fast, but Aemond smolders deep and slow. Both paths lead to incineration.

“On the contrary. My cock swelled larger with pride at her courtly intelligence. She knows better than to refuse a King.”

Aegon’s rhythm stutters. He pulls out with a pop. Saliva strings from your lips to his engorged arousal.

“So the monster calls me monstrous.” He throws his head back and cackles. Then he’s gripping your hair firmly by the root. “Tell me. Does my violent little brother ever get rough with you, dear? Ever fuck your face until you cry? Ram his cock so far down your throat your nose presses into his flat abs?”

Your husband chuckles under his breath, muttering, “ñuha sȳz riña.” He ratchets up his rhythm. 

“I—,” windpipe sore, shame clawing at your chest, you struggle to form words.

“Speak up, Princess,” Aegon says, “or has my dick stunned you into silence?”

You swallow. “I ask him to.”

His eyebrows shoot up, head whipping to his brother. “Wow—where did you find her? A lady who wants to play with villains…” He kneels suddenly, eyes at your level. “And do you wish to play like that with me? I ask not as King Aegon, but Aegon the man.”

“Yes. Please.”

He’s up in a flash, thumb pressing your lips apart. His thumb and shaft shove into your mouth at once, every movement rougher than before. He plunges deep with hard, wild strokes.

Aemond reaches around to toy with your clit, nimble fingers circling their target. It electrifies every internal graze of hard cock on soft tissue, connecting your holes with a live wire zinging down your spine.

Aegon stuffs his fat length ferociously down your throat. Every feral thrust jostles you from sinuses to tits. Your eyes prick with wetness.

“I love to watch gorgeous eyes shine with tears over my dick. Love when it’s totally hidden from view—because it’s stuffed inside a beautiful woman. Love when my cock controls when she’ll take her next breath.”

Your oral passage surrenders, obscene noises emanating from where he impales you. “That’s it, choke on your brother-in-law’s cock. Gag on the king. Want you spasming around my cock before I let you taste the air again.”

You feel your heartbeat drumming in your pussy, contracting around Aemond while you twitch around his brother.

Desire fogs your brain—thoughts sluggish, body taking over.

The King barely gives you a second to breathe before he’s spearing you again, spreading his fingers into a necklace around your throat—not hurting, just holding. “Want to feel my cock prodding my palm through your neck.”

Your pussy, your throat, your clit—they throb in tandem. Every sensation blurs into one—a molten, boiling volcano threatening to spill over.

“See, I can’t even tell if you’re sobbing or moaning with your mouth all full of the King’s cock. But I don’t care either way. It feels fucking fantastic.”

Liquid streams down your cheeks and your thighs.

“Watch your wife blow me, Aemond. Watch the way my cock disappears behind her lips. Watch me fuck the throat you thought was yours.”

His fingers whirl faster around your clit. “I’ve been watching. Excuse my boredom, Your Grace. Your technique lacks variety.”

“It is not my technique that matters, but hers. Take notes in case you need to thank my cock for giving you an heir.” The King leans in towards his brother. “You’ll have a front row seat when I breed your wife. When I claim her cunt. Enjoy your sole possession of that hole while it lasts. Won’t be long before I own that one, too.”

Heat shoots through every vein—two dragons burning themselves up inside you to see which one can survive the fire.

Sweat dampens the small of your back.

Aemond slowly drags his hand from your nape to your tailbone. “You think yourself clever, but you’ll never experience all the pleasures of her body like I do. You’ve not the patience for it. Gratification is sweeter the longer you anticipate its arrival.”

Aegon pumps into you faster. “Her body’s not the only pleasure I want. Once I’ve dumped my cum inside her, you’ll lick me clean to show your gratitude. You’ll suck your wife’s juices off my softening cock.”

“That won’t be necessary. Perhaps I’ll sire an heir into her womb right here in the throne room.” He drives his throbbing shaft into you harder until his thighs clap your ass with each jerk of his hips.

King Aegon raises his voice to speak over the noise, steamrolling right over his brother. “Then, I’ll jerk my cock off in your mouth while my seed is taking root in your wife’s womb. Perhaps if you’re a good boy, I’ll shoot my second load down your throat.”

The weight of Aemond’s body shifts forward, hovering over your back. His voice is close behind you. “If you want my mouth on you so badly, you could just ask. No need to invent elaborate ruses.” 

His new angle rubs that perfect spot inside you. Aemond’s targeting your clit from both sides. 

Heat and friction melt everything else. Brain silent, body roaring. 

You’re suspended—your whole world teetering on their pounding cocks. 

“It’s not your mouth I yearn for, baby brother—it’s your discomfort. I want to see the ire in your eye as you realize I’m King, you’re not, and you must serve me. Even against your will.” His fingers thread into your hair, hooking deep.

“Is this your attempt at enraging me?” As cool and smooth as ice.

The King’s cackle erupts out of him. “Careful, brother. Or I might proclaim you the Royal Cocksucker so you’ll spend your days on your knees with my cock in your mouth.” 

Aemond squeezes your hip twice in quick succession. “It’s best to tune him out when he gets like this, ñuha jorrāelagon,” he murmurs, “he must have fallen into his cups. You’re probably the only reason he can even keep it up.”

Aegon jams himself into you more quickly with every thought he utters. “—spend your days on a cushion under the small council table at my feet. I’ll announce your title to the city and hold a public demonstration in the throne room so the people might see your position. Perhaps I’ll persuade a Dornish nobleman to make a favorable agreement once he’s been softened by your throat.”

“Are you finished?”

He throws his head back, shouting to the ceiling, “You’ll be the crown’s prized whore.” His gaze snaps to his brother, leaning into his space. “What price do you think a prince’s mouth fetches?” Aegon’s eyes are wide—crazed. “What about one as pretty as you?” He stretches out his arm and cups Aemond’s jaw. “Probably not as much as your virgin asshole.”

“Mittys. Go ahead and get off on what you think is power.” Aemond snatches Aegon’s wrist. “But you should know—I love to take it up the ass.”

Your core pulls tighter—a drawn bowstring primed to strike.

Aemond peering up at me, face relaxed in full trust, eyes half-lidded with lust… Firelight gleaming off the glass dildo as I slide it in and out of his puckered hole… Silver hair swaying, rock-hard cock bouncing as he whimpers, “More”... His teeth indenting my skin as convulsions shudder through his frame… Petting his hair with his head in my lap…

You moan into the thick pillar of flesh wedged down your throat. 

Aegon’s thrusts turn jagged—chaotic. Breathless, “Sounds like Aemond will be depriving this sweet mouth its share of cum. I’ll fill it up instead.”

Your heart is kicking. Pores leaking. Calves twitching. 

“Face against my stomach,” he grits out, cock pressing down, down down—until your nose flattens. “Swallow it all. The next time, it will be your womb that swallows.”

Hot cum strikes your tonsils.

Your arms shake.

The King’s moan reverberates through the throne room.

Aemond’s hand and cock beat together. He plays a song—your body his instrument. Snares you in his rhythm.

Flames spout from your center, scorching flesh, blood, and bone.

Thighs whip against your ass. Cum slides down your throat. Your clit pulsates.

Cocks plunge into your holes.

Every muscle siezes.

Time drags.

No thoughts.

Just skin.

Dragon-hot.

In.

Out. 

In.

Out.

“Breed her full while you have the chance.”

In.

Out.

“Let the King see who you cum for. Show him our daily routine. Prove you can milk every drop out of my cock.”

You shatter.

Your pussy clamps on his shaft.

Every nerve combusts.

The second cock jerks.

Hot cum floods.

Aemond’s groan is dragged out of his soul. “Ñuhyz jaehossa!”

Your hearing dims.

Cocks lurching.

Cunt gulping.

You flutter.

They twitch.

Floating.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Heavy breaths.

A kiss on your spine.

The mouth cock retreats.

Your husband’s voice. “Let our consummation never again be in doubt.”

Footsteps. “Pull out so I can inspect your work.”

He slowly slides out. You groan together.

“Spread her cheeks apart so I can see clearly.”

Aemond’s warm hands gently part your curves. Totally exposed.

“Now there’s a hole fit for a King.” A pleased sound. “Engorged. Drenched. But where’s the cum?”

FUCK!

Fingers cinch your clit. Your fried nerves scream. You shriek.

“So responsive to my touch…” He taunts. “Everything back here just clenched.”

He hums a tune, as if bored with waiting. “Ah. There’s what I’m looking for. Aemond’s cum dripping out of this sensitive little hole.”

Your prince's voice is flat. “There’s your proof.”

“You know, brother, it looks exactly like what you showed me earlier. Pity I didn’t believe you.”

“Qubroti jās. We’re finished here.”

“Oh no, we’re not.” Aegon drags his fingers through your swollen, aching folds. “Can’t have any of it escaping, can we?”

You gasp as his digits sink deep into your raw pussy. He pulls them back just to shove them back inside. He plunges them in and out. “Get a load of that! You could hear this sloppy cunt from the dragonpit.”

You squeal.

Aemond’s voice cuts. “You’ve had your fun, Aegon. That’s enough.”

“She just took two cocks at once, she can handle a couple fingers fucking the cum back into her.” He drives them faster. “Really, I’m doing you a favor—helping make sure your seed roots into her womb.” A grunt. “Gods, still so tight even after Aemond’s had his way with you. Can’t wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock. Don’t worry, my cock will stretch you out better than his.”

You squirm against the overwhelming sensations. “Please, Your Grace…”

The pumping slows. “Ooh, I just love it when you beg.” His hand exits. “This pussy and I have a playdate.”

Relief sighs through your chest. 

The men shuffle out from behind you. You shift, sitting back, rubbing feeling into your wrists.

King Aegon shoves his smeared hand in Aemond’s face. “Suck your mess off my fingers, brother.”

Aemond stares. No one moves—breath held. His fingers twitch towards the dagger strapped to his thigh. 

He leans forward and opens his mouth, taking the digits in as far as they’ll go. His lips close, and he slowly draws back.

“Your lips look so pretty wrapped around me. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The prince says nothing. Just stuffs his cock back in his trousers and turns to help you stand up. 

Your husband doesn’t let go of you until you’re steady on your feet. 

Aegon sweeps in and kisses you straight on the mouth. He laughs. “My lips can’t be worse than my dick.” 

They taste like wine and damnation.

“Your turn, brother.” Aegon smirks. “She just went through a lot. We must make sure she knows we care for her. That she’s not just a set of holes for us to use.”

Aemond’s glare is pregnant with violence. 

He drinks in your gaze. Grips your jaw. Kisses you fervently, tongue roving over yours again and again until you forget where you stand.

The King whistles low. “Wow, you must love the flavor my cock left on your wife’s tongue. Practically sucked the remnants of my cum out of her mouth. I’d be happy to feed you your own portion.”

“That had nothing to do with you, jaos. I was simply showing my wife how deep my love is for her.” Aemond palms his sword, unsheathing it partway in his brother’s direction. King Aegon stumbles back, ending up three steps below Prince Aemond on the dais. 

Aemond drags his thumb along the flat side of the sword, never taking his eye off the reflective metal. “Do you wish to sire my heir more than you want the protection offered by Vaghar and her rider?”

Once sheathed, he takes his time fastening it to his hips. Plays with the pommel. Looks down at the King on his own dais. “You might want to consult your brain before committing to this farce.”

You clasp Aemond’s hand in yours.

“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps you knowing I can own your wife’s cunt whenever it pleases me is enough. Perhaps haunting your every coupling suits me better.”

With your free hand, you grab the chain strung across Aegon’s chest, tugging him firmly down to your level. You place a chaste kiss on his cheek. Your voice doesn’t waver:

“Thank you for the entertainment, Your Grace. I’ll send for you if I decide another demonstration is required.”

High Valyrian Glossary: ābrazȳrys = wife ñuha jorrāelagon = my love ñuha sȳz riña = my good girl mittys = idiot ñuhyz jaehossa = my gods qubroti jās = fuck off jaos = dog

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