(S)cream for us (part 2)
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Ghostface!aerion x reader x ghostface!valarr
This work contains : SMUT and a lot of triggering things so read at you own risk
summary : With the end of exams at King’s Landing University comes a wave of brutal student murders, leaving the city drowning in fear and rumors. But when Tybolt Lannister throws a lavish Halloween party to distract the elite of the campus, the killers seize the perfect opportunity to turn the night into chaos — especially after setting their sights on you.
Tw : This is straight up porn, and filthy omg…they are freaky asf, they should seek therapy as well.. so blowjob (2x) oral (m. Receiving), doggy, Slight voyeurism lmao? Multiple orgasms, breeding kink, murder, etc.. Wc : 4721
Part 1 : here
Aerion’s grunts were the only sounds filling the room—or perhaps simply the only sounds you were able to hear at this moment. Every ragged breath and every low groan that managed to slip past his lips while your wet, yet skilled tongue traced the prominent, oh-so-pretty vein along his length was only encouraging you further. The small iron ball adorning your tongue was creating a striking contrast, as the cool metal was gliding against the warmth of your mouth with each slow, deliberate, practiced lick.
You were still on your knees before him, your skin already slightly reddened by the carpet burns you had earned only moments earlier. At the moment, however, they were the least of your concerns. You were far too absorbed in your task to pay them any mind, your hands firmly anchored around his hips as though afraid he might push you away before you got the chance to swallow every last drop while tending to him.
Your heart was pounding so violently with anxious anticipation, so loudly within your chest that you wondered whether he could hear it over the uneven rhythm of his own breathing?
Were you pleasuring him enough?
Or
What if he did not like it?
After a long moment, curiosity finally drew your gaze away from your traitorous thoughts and upward.
And damn…
The sight before you was fucking gorgeous.
There he was.
Aerion’s head had fallen back slightly, his throat exposed as his jaw hung open in a desperate attempt to keep any further sounds from escaping and shattering the fearsome image of the Targaryen he insisted on maintaining. From your position, you could not see his face clearly, but yet it was not that difficult to imagine his eyes squeezed shut, his lashes resting against flushed cheeks while his lips were parted and restrained groans the only sounds escaping him despite every effort to contain them.
The guy who so often carried himself with cold arrogance was nowhere to be found.
Instead, he looked almost undone, the carefully cultivated composure he wore like armor was finally beginning to splinter before your very eyes.
His fingers were buried deep within your hair—the wig had been scattered in a corner of the room— no longer guiding you with deliberate control but simply holding on, tightening and relaxing in unconscious rhythm whenever another wave of pleasure overtook him. The muscles along his jaw flexing as you were watching him swallow hard as though he was fighting a battle —that he was probably losing it seems— against himself.
Each line of his body had grown with restraint, His shoulders tensing, his breathing that was shallow and uneven, and more than once you could catch the subtle twitch of his hips before he mastered himself again. It was obvious he was desperately clinging to whatever little self-control that was remaining, so determined not to surrender to you too soon.
Seeing him like this—stripped of his usual confidence and betrayed by every involuntary reaction—filled you with a certain quiet satisfaction and discarded the previous questions playing in loop in your head. It was a rare thing indeed to witness the Aerion Targaryen relinquish even a fraction of his control, and rarer still to know that you, alone were capable of drawing such reactions from him.
“Fuck—” he pushed your head back, away from his fully hard and now wet cock, trying to catch his breath and regain a little control before speaking.
The sudden distance caught you off guard, and a soft, protesting whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it.
You looked up at him, your eyes still glossy from trying to take him moments earlier.
The sound seemed to pull him from his thoughts.
Slowly, his usual sneer returned, curling across his handsome face as he realized what had just happened—or rather, what he had managed to coax out of you.
A low, mocking laugh slipped past his lips.
His hand came up to cup your jaw, his grip firm but unhurried, tilting your face toward him.
The corner of his mouth lifted into an amused smirk as he studied your expression, clearly savoring every second of your reaction.
“Nuh-uh, sweet girl… My seed cannot be wasted here.” Even then, even as he was clearly trying to regain control of himself, that familiar confidence still lingered in his voice, that same mocking arrogance, the infuriating certainty in his voice, that is when the realization settled over you almost instantly, The way you had almost forgotten that he was toying with you. They were toying with you. And you were just another toy in their hands—one they had yet to break.
but…
Some toys are meant to be far more difficult to break than others, no?
You remained silent for a moment, still flushed and slightly dazed, your attention fixed entirely on him. You found yourself hanging on every word that left his lips. Every subtle crack in his voice, every fleeting sign that, despite all his composure, you had managed to affect him.
There was something strangely satisfying about it.
Because Aerion spent so much of his time hiding behind cutting remarks and cold expressions that witnessing even the slightest fracture in that carefully crafted façade felt almost unreal.
And for just a moment, you wondered whether he realized you’d noticed it too.
You were flushed and dazed, your eyes fixed on him as though you couldn’t bear to look anywhere else. Your lips parted as you swallowed hard, silently waiting for him to decide what came next.
“Get on the bed.” he marked a pause as he pointed the same bed, where valarr had given you the best cunni of your life, the sheets wrinkled from your previous utilisation..
“On all fours. We don’t want Valarr to miss the show, huh?” A mocking pout across his face as the coolness of his ring put you back to your senses when his fingers came across your lips to wipe away the remaining of his pre release.. “You’re going to be a good girl for him, yeah?” he gave a small nod toward his cousin, as the teasing words left his lips.
Your gaze followed.
Valarr was still sitting in the small velvet armchair, watching the two of you with an intensity that made your breath catch. His eyes never left you, still filled with an hunger that was almost unnerving.
It was only after a few seconds that you noticed the blood, that was coating his hands. A dark smear stained his forehead too—he must have absentmindedly wiped his face with the same bloodied fingers.
Hot.
The sight should have horrified you. Putting you back to your senses, waking you up from your trance. It did not. Instead you found yourself staring, but only for a few seconds, because then something else registered.
The room had fallen quiet.
And this is the moment it registered.
Irina.
The muffled sobs had stopped, Completely and probably since long minutes now.. The realization struck you like a blow, the girl was dead.
Your stomach tightened at the realisation, this was your occasion, to run away from them, they were distracted, you would have just enough time to escape right?
but no, your gaze drifted back to Aerion. You couldn´t care if there was a corpse in the same room at you, or rather you decided to put the realisation in stand-by. You would deal with that shit later.
You gave a small nod in response to his ordee before obediently climbing back onto the bed, settling into the position he had asked for.
You were bracing yourself against the mattress as you could hear the footsteps approaching the bed. Your panties had been previously ripped away, and the position you were in, was leaving you terribly vulnerable. Your bare cunt was already wet, still coated with the remnants of the pretty cousin’s spit —that was comfortably sat across the room— mixed with your own arousal.
You probably did not need any preparation, but still.
Aerion was in a good mood tonight and it seems that he did not wish to break you too quickly. He enjoyed toying with you.
At last, you felt the mattress dip behind you, followed by the warmth of his presence along your back, quickly followed by the direct brushing of his hard cock against your folds, teasing you with nothing more than the tip, but still enough to tear a sharp gasp from your lips.
So sensitive
A low grunt escaped him at the sight of your cunt tightening around nothing. His hand came down against one of your cheeks with a sharp slap, drawing another helpless whimper from you and only deepening your arousal.
“Fuck— look at this pretty pussy…, she can’t wait for me to fill her with my babies huh?” he hissed sharply as the tip circled your soaked folds with deliberate slowness, his voice rough enough to send another shiver through your body.
You were not a virgin, though neither were you particularly experienced. But, you knew your way around pleasure, and more importantly, you knew how to leave a lasting impression on a man. Yet somehow, every filthy word leaving Aerion’s lips unraveled that confidence piece by piece.
The praise.
The possessiveness.
The way he spoke as though your every reaction belonged to him alone.
It was all sent straight to your head.
You did not want to disappoint Aerion. Nor Valarr, who remained comfortably seated across the room, watching the two of you with the unwavering patience of a predator waiting for the perfect moment to attack its prey. His deep eyes following every little twitch of your body, every uneven breath, every involuntary reaction that betrayed your mounting anticipation.
Knowing you were being watched only made your cheeks burn hotter.
You could feel the weight of both their gazes upon you, and despite the embarrassment curling in your stomach, you found yourself craving their approval more than you cared to admit.
Your fingers tightened against the sheets beneath you.
You nodded eagerly, almost instinctively, your breathing growing shallower as your body trembled with anticipation. Your pulse hammered in your ears, and every passing heartbeat seemed to stretch the wait a little longer.
Impatience settled deep within you, leaving you tense with expectation as you waited for the one thing that refused to come quickly enough.
“Aerion…” you moaned, shifting your hips toward him in a desperate attempt to create more friction, to finally have him inside you. But unfortunately the attempt earned you nothing more than another low, mocking sound from him.
His index finger was brushing between your folds, parting them with a deliberate slowness as he took in the mess you were. “Please…” you breathed desperately and your voice cracked when he made no movements. “Please… please…”
The words were falling from your lips before you could stop them, each plea more desperate than the last. You hadn’t even realized tears had begun to spill down your cheeks and ruining your mascara.
Your body was trembling and aching with need, every second stretching into an endless loop.
You needed him and the emptiness was becoming almost unbearable.
You didn’t see the slight tilt of his head at your whine, but you felt his hands gently caress the curve of your ass before pecking gently the redness caused by his slaps. The tenderness of the gesture caught you completely off guard and didn’t fail to send butterflies straight to your belly.
“What is it, pretty girl?” he murmured, almost whispered, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Want the dragon to fuck you?”
Your body clenched involuntarily at the adjective he had used to describe himself.
It wasn’t exactly surprising.
Everyone knew the Targaryens descended from royalty. Their ancestors were said to have ridden dragons and rule the skies and even now their family’s sigil still bore the famous three-headed dragon.
Aerion, however, had always taken that legacy far more seriously than most.
Around campus, it was almost common knowledge that he had developed something of an obsession with the mythical creatures, weaving them into his identity with the same confidence—and arrogance—that seemed to define everything he did.
You only nodded in response to his question, but the sharp slap he delivered to your cunt a second later was enough to remind you that a nod wasn’t the answer he wanted.
He expected words. Not silent obedience, that would be too easy..
“Yes! Yes! Yes, please!” He scoffs teasingly at your nods and the desperation in your voice. Before bending over you to whisper in your ear.
“That’s my good girl,” he cooed, the praise washing over you before finally guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance. He paused just long enough to watch your body tremble in anticipation. Then, in one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside you.
A loud, utterly obscene moan tore from your throat as the sudden fullness stole the air from your lungs. Aerion could only hiss sharply through his teeth, at the tightness around his length.
“Fuck…” Your walls had clenched around him so fast, gripping him so tightly that it was taking him every ounce of restraint he possessed not to lose himself then and there.
For a brief moment, neither of you moved. You simply stayed there, impaled on him, your body struggling to adjust to his size while his fingers dug into your hips. Then he began to move.
Slowly at first.
Drawing almost all the way out before thrusting back into you with deliberate, measured strokes that only made your moans louder. You forced your eyes open, searching for Valarr once more. He was still seated in the velvet armchair.
Watching.
His eyes never leaving the two of you, every thrust reflected in his hungry gaze. But the bulge straining against his trousers, he was trying to conceal was impossible to ignore now. Whatever composure he had managed to hold onto was slipping.
Finally, he stood. Without taking his eyes off you, he began walking toward the bed. You fought to keep your eyes open despite the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you, desperate to see what Valarr was going to do next.
Your mouth fell open in a silent O, every breath catching in your throat. The position Aerion had bent you into was allowing every thrust to reach a place your own fingers had never been able to. You had thought he was already impossibly deep but it seems that you were wrong.
Without any warning, one of his hands slid to the small of your back, his touch surprisingly steady as he guided your body into an even deeper arch. Your spine curved instinctively beneath his palm creating an immediate new angle.
“Oh—fuck!” the broken gasp had escaped you before you could swallow it back. The cry came out higher than you intended, your fingers clutching at the sheets as your entire body reacted to the new position. It felt different. Much better, sharper and mostly deeper.
Every movement seemed to find the same spot again and again, leaving your legs trembling beneath you. Aerion noticed. A smug chuckle rumbled low in his chest as he watched the effect he was having on you, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your hips whenever your body threatened to give out beneath him.
The rhythmic slap of skin echoed through the room, accompanied by your uneven breaths and the shameless sounds neither of you made any attempt to hide.
It was so loud and obscene. The kind of noise that would have made you hide your face in embarrassment under any other circumstance. The same kind you could only hear in porn..
You were arching your back further, chasing him instinctively as his name spilled from your lips again and again, each repetition more breathless than the last. For those few moments, the rest of the room simply ceased to exist.
Even Valarr.
Because you didn’t notice him rising from the velvet armchair. Didn’t hear the quiet rustle of fabric as he approached.
Your entire world had narrowed to Aerion. To the sound of his breathing. To the weight and heat of his hands. To the way his eyes remained fixed on you, as though he were determined to memorize every expression crossing your face. It wasn’t until something warm brushed gently against your cheek that your thoughts finally broke apart.
You blinked, dazed.
Valarr was standing beside the bed now. Just infront of you, his expression was so cold and his jaw clenched as he looked down at you in complete silence, his gaze impossibly intent, studying you with the same quiet patience he always seemed to possess.
Then the corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest smile. Using the tip of his cock, he lightly traced the curve of your cheek before letting it linger against your lower lip.
Your lips parted instinctively. His smile widened by only a fraction before he slowly guided himself into the warmth of your waiting mouth, never breaking eye contact with you for a single second.
The feeling was so overwhelming.
If someone had told you, that you would end up like this—your lips wrapping around Valarr’s cock while Aerion’s hips drove into you from behind—you would have laughed in their face before promptly blocking them.
The scenario would have sounded utterly ridiculous and Impossible…
And yet…Here you were.
Reality had long since stopped making sense. You have decided to just enjoy the moment.
Your mind had now become a haze of broken thoughts and scattered sensations, each one bleeding into the next until you could no longer tell where one ended and another began.
Every breath that escaped your nose sent warm vibrations along Valarr’s length, drawing quiet groans from him that only encouraged you further. His fingers threaded through your hair with surprising restraint, never forcing you, merely guiding you as his eyes remained fixed on your face, unwilling to miss a single expression, while behind you, Aerion never once slowed.
His relentless thrusts rocking your entire body forward, making it nearly impossible to maintain any rhythm of your own. Every snap of his hips was stealing any other breath from your lungs, leaving your vision blurry as pleasure continued to build until it became almost unbearable.
Your fingers tightened around the rumpled sheets.
You couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. At the moment you were just their little fuck toy.
It was getting hard to focus on anything except the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded by them.
It didn’t take many more muffled groans before Valarr’s composure finally cracked. He had been on the edge for what felt like an eternity, and his restraint had worn dangerously thin the past seconds. Watching you like this—completely fucked out, caught between the two of them, Every reaction and expressions unfolding right in front of him—proved to be the final push he needed.
Aerion had been sensing his own release drawing closer as well. But rather than losing control, he had managed to remain deliberate in his thrusts, determined to prolong the moment for as long as he could. What could he do? The moans coming from your lips, muffled by his cousin cock, and your pretty cunt keeping his cock so warm and so tight was one of the best feeling the blonde ever felt.
But he wanted you to cum with him, with them.
He reached between your bodies without breaking the steady rhythm of his movements, his hand finding your throbbing bud with a practiced ease. His touch was precise and unhurried, almost teasing, because he knew exactly how close you already were and intended to keep you suspended there just a little longer before allowing you to fall apart.
At last, the curtain of pleasure finally fell over you.
The orgasm crashed through your body with such force that it felt as though your mind had gone completely blank, every coherent thought melting away beneath wave after wave of overwhelming sensation.
Valarr finally came with a deep, restrained groan.
The warmth was filling your mouth as his body was gradually relaxing as well, his cock softening as he slowly withdrew from your mouth. For a brief moment, he simply looked down at you, his eyes searching yours with a quiet expectation. No need for him to say a word, because you knew what was expected of you, you knew what he wanted you to do.
And without any ounce of hesitation, you swallowed, your gaze never leaving his.
He granted you a small, satisfied smile as the praise came out
“So perfect…”
He gave a subtle nod of approval before adjusting his clothes with the same composed elegance he seemed to carry even after completely losing himself only moments earlier. Whereas Aerion’s breathing had grown even more uneven.
His groans had reached your ears in broken, breathless intervals before he finally buried himself as deeply as he could, releasing inside you with a sharp hiss through clenched teeth.
His movements slowed into lazy, lingering thrusts as he rode out the last of his pleasure and yours, his forehead resting briefly between your shoulder blades while he struggled to steady his breathing and regain composure. Before he started kissing your back gently like a devoted lover.
And you wish you could have stopped your heart from pounding that hard in your chest. Because this was going to end… and you didn’t want to. Your brief moment of thinking was interrupted by the feeling of his large hands drifting over your hips, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking the skin he had gripped so tightly moments before. As if he was feeling guilty.
The faint blue bruises had already begun to bloom beneath his fingertips but you barely noticed them. Or rather felt them.
The adrenaline and endorphins flooding your body dulled any hint of pain and that shit would come later. For now, all you felt was the exhaustion.
Your arms finally gave out beneath you. With a quiet, defeated sigh, you collapsed face-first onto the rumpled sheets, every muscle in your body refusing to obey another command.
You ached everywhere. But It was the pleasant sort of ache that only left you feeling impossibly heavy.
Aerion withdrew a moment later before letting himself fall onto the mattress beside you with a tired exhale. He lay there for a few seconds, simply watching you, the usual arrogance in his expression softened by something quieter. Perhaps it was the exhaustion that was playing with your senses but he almost look tender than usual.
“Such a good girl for us, huh?” His voice was little more than a murmur. “You did so good, baby.” His praise only filled you with this pleasant heat in your belly, Before the last thing you felt before sleep claimed you was the gentle press of Aerion’s lips against your forehead.
Then, with the warmth of his body beside yours, exhaustion finally won and darkness welcomed you into its embrace.
You woke to the dull throb of a splitting headache. Your eyes fixed on the unfamiliar ceiling above you, your thoughts sluggish, drifting in and out of consciousness as though your mind refused to fully wake. Your limbs and your eyelids felt so heavy. Even your breathing.
And the silence of the room was unsettling. Not a single sounds to be heard.. Only the faint crackle of a dying fire somewhere in the room and the rhythmic ticking of an antique but expensive clock.
You slowly pushed yourself upright. The movement sending another pulse of pain through your skull, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut.
“…Fuck. I’m never drinking again..” finally the dizziness finally settled and you were able to took in your surroundings. The room was huge. Like fucking huge.
Dark oak paneling covered the walls, interrupted only by shelves lined with leather-bound books and portraits whose painted eyes seemed almost alive in the morning light. Heavy crimson curtains framed floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing only thin ribbons of pale sunlight to spill across the polished wooden floor. A fireplace, large enough to warm an entire hall, occupied one side of the room, with its embers still glowing faintly.
Everywhere you looked, the dragons were watching you over the room. Aerion’s room probably you thought.
It was elegant. Perhaps a bit old for you, but it had potential. You finally noticed that your costume was gone. The orange wig had disappeared a long time ago and your makeup had been carefully washed away.
Someone had changed your clothes while you slept, dressing you in an oversized black shirt that smelled faintly of expensive cologne, and something unmistakably familiar. That confirmed once again where you were. You hissed and cursed when the lingering dull ache between your legs started to hit you and when you noticed the bruises beginning to bloom across your hips.
What kind of marking was that??
The soreness that settled into every muscle whenever you shifted. None of it had been a dream. The memories returned with a merciless clarity. The party. The Ghostface mask. You almost cursed your past-self for not asking them to keep the mask on while they were fucking you…perhaps for another time then?
And… that is also when you remembered Irina. And you surprised your own self because you actually don’t really cared about her like she wasn’t that kind anyway so..
Your gaze wandered across the room again, searching for anything familiar. Your phone was resting neatly on the bedside table, placed there with almost unsettling care.
They had probably wanted you to find it. They knew you wouldn’t say anything. You reached for it and the screen lit up instantly. Twenty-four missed calls and every single one were coming from Syra. Several unread messages following.
Babe where tf are you?
Please answer.
I’m so worried please just tell me you are fine..
A sharp pang of guilt settled in your chest. She must have spent the entire night searching for you. Your fingers moved before your thoughts caught up. You quickly wrote an apology telling her you would explain everything later.
Your eyes then wandered to another notification sliding across your screen.
Breaking News.
Your thumb hovered above it. You already knew what was coming
Still…
You tapped the notification and the red headline filled your screen.
IRINA LANNISTER FOUND BRUTALLY MURDERED IN HER BEDROOM DURING HER OWN HALLOWEEN PARTY.
Your heart was pounding so fast. It was real, it had happened. It wasn’t a stupid scenario you had made under the influence of alcohol.
You kept reading.
According to investigators, the victim had likely been separated from the other guests sometime during the evening. Witnesses reported hearing nothing unusual over the deafening music. Police believed the murder had taken place only a short distance away from hundreds of partygoers.
The killer had vanished without leaving any obvious trace. The article continued beneath the headline. The police had already detained Tybolt for questioning after multiple witnesses claimed they had seen him arguing with Irina earlier that night.
An obvious suspect and very convenient.
You let out a hollow laugh. It almost sounded hysterical. They had no idea.
Not just one but two killers actually.
Two guy whose family basically owned the country. No one would ever suspect them. Or rather who would dare to accuse the Targaryens anyway?
Your eyes wandered for another notification but nothing. Not even a threat from the boys.. as if they knew that you would hold your tongue. And they were right indeed because you had never seriously considered going to the police.
You held no proofs against them, it was your word against theirs. And how would you explain to the officers that you were getting fucked by the killers while the victim was agonizing beside you?
For the first time since waking, you realized something far more frightening than the murders themselves. You had walked into their trap and they had allowed you to walk back out. So why were you considering walking right back in?
A:n : sooo there will be a bonus because I think this ending is sooo shitty! Anyway I hope you guys liked it <33
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