Blood of two joined as one — Aerion Targaryen
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For as long as you can remember, your sweetest memories are of Aerion’s head in your lap, his silver hair soft under your touch, his violet gaze never leaving your face.
You remember, when you were children your closeness was a thing of wonder. Aerion’s voice, so harsh with your other siblings, softer than anyone had heard it around you.
Flower crowns he spent hours making with your mother placed atop your head as gifts in exchange for your forgiveness.
Rings, too big for your childish fingers, stolen from your parents’ chambers, slipped onto your hands until the Valyrian steel met your knuckles, soft kisses placed upon your fingertips as he recalled his many accomplishments during training.
You’re not sure when exactly the wonder at the love you had for one another shifted to disgust at your closeness. When the courtiers started whispering in hushed judgmental tones about how his hand never left yours, how his eyes were always trained on your figure, how his nights were spent in your bed, the glow of the fire casting golden shadows atop your silver hair.
Sometimes, when you remember those innocent moments shared with your brother under the old trees of the palace gardens, you laugh without malice at the court’s inability to understand what passed between you and Aerion
Other times, you understand where their disgust comes from. Especially during times like these.
His hands are caressing your face as you sit upon his lap, fingers cradling the back of his neck.
Aerion’s lips trace the muscles of your throat, teeth scraping against your skin as you fight the shudder that passes through you.
Nights like these are not rare.
In fact, Aerion’s spent more time in your bed during the last year than he has in his own, your father turning a blind eye to your closeness, quietly thankful for the calmness you bring him.
But most nights end just like this.
His tongue lapping at your skin, your core wet and throbbing, the weight of him heavy against your thigh. But then he retreats, places you softly against the cushions and hugs you from behind, waiting till slumber overtakes him.
The frustration has been building within you for quite some time now, forbidden from bringing yourself pleasure, while Aerion refuses to finish what he has started.
You expect the same tonight. A few hours of grinding down against him, until he thinks he’s had enough and forces you to sleep, your sticky wetness covering your thighs.
You think your time of pleasure is about to end when Aerion sits you down on the bed, but then he’s reaching for his robe, making you stand before placing it atop your shoulders.
His hand is heavy in yours, his skin marred from years of training.
Aerion leads you to the door, peaking outside to check if anyone’s watching.
He tries to fight the anger that rises within him when he realises there are no guards at your door.
Baelor’s children you may not be, but you are still royals, your door should be flanked by white coats.
Yet, when he tugs you into the hall, you are completely alone.
Valarr’s nameday is soon, that is what has brought you to the capitol.
You wonder if being in the Redkeep is what’s inspired this burst of energy in your brother.
You follow quietly, footsteps muffled against the stone floor.
The chill of the night begins to settle in your bones and you tug at Aerion’s hand, looking at him with a questioning gaze.
He just grins back, amusement dancing in his violet eyes.
Your feet have grown numb by the time you reach the place he has in mind.
The light is low, only a few candles lit around Balerion’s skull.
The dragon’s head had been moved from the throne room soon after the last dragon passed, a pale comparison to the majestic beasts they once were.
Now, the skulls remain somewhere deep within the castle, the Targaryen memorabilia replaced by the stars of the seven.
The sight before you is breathtaking.
Balerion’s skull stands tall and proud, even after over a century since his death.
His sharp teeth seem bigger than they were when you were a child.
You look at the dragon face, the set of his eyes, the slits of his nose and you can’t help but note the similarities between him and the boy standing behind you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
“Why did you bring me here?” You ask, unable to take your eyes off the great beast before you.
“I know you are frustrated, that I have not bed you even after all this time.” His voice is low and dangerous next to your ear. “But this is what I was waiting for. To do it here, in the tradition of our house.”
You cannot help the shudder that runs down your spine.
Aerion turns you, his forehead resting against yours.
“I want him to watch.” He breathes into your mouth. “I want him to see that we are still what we once were. That they haven’t taken anything from us.”
Your heart beats against your chest rapidly, as his fingers slide the robe from your shoulders.
His violet eyes are filled with a lust you’ve never seen before as he lays you down against the cold floor.
“You will let me, yes?” Aerion noses at your throat, fingers slipping beneath your nightgown, sliding it up against your leg.
“Yes.” You moan, when his nails sink into your thighs. “Let him see us become one.”
Aerion makes a hungry sound and kisses you like he’s ready to swallow you whole.
“Gods, you’re soaked.” His teeth sink into your flesh as his fingers dance over your slit. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”
His serpentine tongue licks stripe up your throat, teeth rolling your earbud when he reaches it.
“Beg for it.” He growls in your ear, unsatisfied at the nod of your head. “Beg for it like a sweet little princess.”
The words slip out of you quicker than your mind can wrap around them, your body desperate after years of build up.
“Please. Please, Aerion, just fuck me.”
His fingers stutter over your slit, and you feel his grin against your skin.
“As you wish, sweet sister.”
His thumb is at your clit as soon as the words leave his mouth, pressing harshly and drawing circles over and over again.
Your moans fill the room before his mouth closes over yours, swallowing every whimper that slips from your lips.
His finger is brutal in its ministration, nail digging into your bundle of nerves in a way that has you shivering and screaming out.
Again and again the circles continue, unending in their pursuit of driving you insane.
Your hand wraps around his neck, digging your nails into the skin as you roll your hips against him.
“More, more, please.” You beg when you finally free your mouth from his and he laughs, the sound mean.
Two fingers slip into you at the same time, barely giving you time to adjust before he’s drawing them back and sliding into you again harshly.
You bury the scream that rips from your throat into his shoulder.
His fingers open within you, stretching you apart before sliding back out.
Your whimpers are loud in the night air, the chill long forgotten as sweat builds on your skin.
Aerion’s thumb slips from your bundle of nerves, replaced by the heel of his hand.
His fingers speed up, hitting your gummy walls from a new angle and you try to be quiet, failing miserably as your hips roll against his hand.
His lips are on yours again, tongue slipping into the awaiting warmth of your mouth.
His fingers are heaven inside you, stretching you and hitting that same sweet spot over and over again.
You feel your body shudder, the weight of him above you helping build the suspense as you moan into his mouth.
“‘m close.” You slur into his mouth when you come up for air, and he’s speeding up his fingers, the heel of his hand pressing with more pressure as you grind against him like a dog in heat.
You moan and shudder, goosebumps covering your skin as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the precipice.
All it takes is Aerion using his hips to push his fingers further into your cunt, and you’re falling off the edge of the cliff.
Soft whimpers leave your mouth, Aerion never easing up on you as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
You whimper again from overstimulation when he doesn’t stop, gripping at his shoulder.
“No more, please.” Tears fill your eyes and slip down your cheeks, Aerion licking them up before they can escape into your hair.
His fingers retreat, and you watch him lick each one clean with a smug look on his face, his eyes never leaving yours.
His mouth is on yours as soon it’s free of his fingers and your release feels sweet and a little salty against your tongue.
His hand comes up to cradle your face, tongue slipping further into your mouth.
You can feel him, heavy against your thigh and you fight the urge to shiver.
He keeps kissing you, letting you come down from your high before he continues.
When his mouth leaves your lips, it travels down the expanse of your throat.
Aerion slips your nightgown further up your body, fingertips tracing your soft curves as he reaches your waist.
He kneads the skin there, pliable under his touch as you shudder.
He keeps kissing you until his hands reach your chest, hoisting you up to slip the gown off of you.
He tries to lay you back down but you stop him, conscious of the fact that only you are bare.
“Take it off.” You say, fingers tugging at his shirt and pants.
He laughs softly, kissing you again as you help him out of his garments, until he’s as bare as you.
His mouth doesn’t part from yours as he lays you back down, warm back meeting the cold stone of the floor.
A shiver runs through you, nipples hardening, although you’re unsure if it’s from the cold or Aerion’s closeness.
His lips leave yours and kiss a soft path down your throat, fingers settling at the dip of your waist.
His mouth is hot against you as he tongues your collarbone, needy moans leaving your lips.
It doesn’t take him long to reach your chest, hot mouth wrapping around one bud, as his hand starts circling the other.
His tongue is wet against your skin as he all but drools on your chest.
He settles into the rhythm he knows you love.
A kiss, a bite, a lick.
Not long after, you feel your wetness run down your thigh towards the floor.
“More, Erri, please.”
He chuckles at the desperation in your tone and what can he do but oblige.
His mouth moves to your other nipple, fingers come to pinch the one he left behind, his thigh slipping between yours.
He lets you grind against his naked skin, biting at the soft flesh of your chest, as you start to mewl, desperate for more.
Your nails dig into his shoulders and he smiles at the desperate whimpers falling from your lips.
His mouth leaves your chest, thigh retreating from between your legs.
The sound that slips from you is one of annoyance, but he pays it little mind, wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing till your lashes flutter.
“Are you ready, ñuha zaldrīzes?”
He laughs, voice deep as he watches you nod desperately.
“Kostilus.”
Aerion dips his head into the crook of your neck, spreading your thighs further apart before settling more comfortably and guiding his hard length towards your slit.
His tip meets you fluttering hole and you fight the moan that threatens to tear from your throat.
“It will hurt a little in the beginning, little dragon.” His breath fans over your throat. “Just relax, the pain will be over soon.”
His voice is so soft, so caring that it makes you melt, nodding softly as you tug at the ends of his silver hair, meeting his violet gaze.
Your lips brush and he makes a sound that sounds suspiciously like a whine, but you don’t have the time to tease before his tip is slipping into you.
He going slowly, you can tell from the strain of his muscles, but the stretch of him is so painful you can’t seem to give a damn.
Your whimper of pain reaches his ears and his hand comes up to caress your face.
“Just a little longer, I promise.” His head drops into the crook of your neck, your tight walls squeezing the life out of him. “Relax, little dragon.”
His voice is a plea and you finally realise as he pants into your skin the power you have over him.
It takes longer than you were expecting to sheathe all of him inside you.
You’re so full you feel like throwing up.
Your toes are curled as your heels dig into the stone floor and your breathing is laboured, nails digging into Aerion’s shoulders, drawing blood.
He remains still, watching your face, letting you adjust to the stretch of him.
“Breathe.” His voice is soft, hand spreading your legs further apart to help elevate your pain.
It takes a while before your breathing finally calms.
“I know it hurts.” Aerion whispers in your ear when you make a pained sound. “It will be less painful after this, I promise.”
The gentleness in his voice brings you back to his tiny hands around your face, trying to calm you down as blood seeps from your scraped palm and panic rises in your chest. He was so soft then, and he’s so soft now.
Your perfect prince.
“You can move now.” Your voice is wrecked even to your own ears and Aerion looks at you, unsure. “Please, Erri, just move.”
He nods, kissing you again, as he slips out the tiniest bit, thrusting back into you softly.
Your breathing hitches, but you adjust.
He carries on, each thrust a little deeper and a little harsher than before and soon the pain of the stretch fades into the pleasure of being so full.
Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, your tongue slipping into his mouth.
His thrusts sharpen, as he swallows your moans.
Aerion’s lips part from yours, coming up for air.
“Harder, please, Erri.”
His chuckle is amused but he does as he’s told, wrapping your legs around his waist, reaching inside you deeper with each thrust as you cry out.
You’re shuddering with every slap of his skin against yours, this new angle allowing him to kiss the opening of your cervix.
Your moans fill the night air, unbridled, as he’s too busy sucking bruises into your skin.
“Ñuhon.” He repeats again and again, as if trying to brand it into your skin. Mine.
You can’t help as your hand slips into his hair, tugging until his tongue slips into your mouth, sliding against yours.
His kisses are so dizzying, you barely notice his arm sliding under your arched back, his free hand slipping into your hair until he’s tugging harshly, forcing your gaze back.
“Look at him.” He commands, thrusts growing meaner. “Look at him as I fuck you, let him see us become one.”
Your eyes land on the dragon, lit by the candlelight and you can’t help the moan that slips from your mouth at the thought of doing this atop his back.
“What?” Aerion asks between harsh thrusts.
“You could’ve taken me harder on dragon back.” Your moans are loud in the quiet space, the sound of skin slapping against skin faltering as Aerion shudders under your touch.
He angles his hips, his length descending down on you harder than before, the white hairs between his legs rubbing against your sensitive clit as you cry out.
“Fuck.” He mutters under his breath, forcing your back to arch higher as he brings your stomach flush against his, his dragon-like teeth biting and sucking at your chest until all you feel is white-hot pleasure.
You don’t even know what you’re asking for when you open your mouth, you just know you want more, harder, until your blood covers his length and he’s fully yours, your cunt remembering the shape of him buried inside you.
His thrusts grow uneven and mean as he pants in your ear.
“Look at you, my sweet little sister. My perfect princess, crying and ruined by my cock.”
Your whimper is loud as tears descend down your cheek.
“Say you want me to come inside you, say you want to carry my children, say it.” He growls by your ear and thrusts inside you harder when you just nod. “Say it.”
“Please, Erri.” The words slip from your mouth easily. “Come inside me, let me carry your children, I want to be yours. Please.”
He cries out with you this time, hips slotted perfectly against yours, tongue back to lapping at your nipples, the hairs above his length bullying your clit.
You can feel it building, the blinding pleasure that you know will soon turn to delicious pain.
His thrusts falter, falling victim to the same feeling you are.
“Gods, I have wanted you my whole life.” He mutters against the drool-covered skin of your chest. “Since I saw your little fingers slip beneath your nightgown when you thought you were alone.”
A scream rips from you at his admission, cunt spasming around him, as you continue hiccupping and blabbering for more.
“My sweet sister, all mine, to love and to ruin.” He says, as he forces your gaze back on him. “Open your mouth.”
You obey before you can even think about it, tongue hanging over your lower lip.
The spit that lands in your mouth is hot and it does little to help the way you’re clenching around his dick, desperate for his release.
He watches you swallow it, groaning as he speeds up.
His balls slap heavily against your ass, your poor overstimulated pussy spasming around him, as you run your nails down his back, leaving ugly red scratches on his porcelain skin.
You don’t know how long passes before his fingers find your clit again, but then his nails dig into the skin above your pleasure point as two of his fingers massage you harshly and you feel yourself falling off the precipice again.
“‘m coming-“ you scream out and feel yourself grow faint at the feeling.
Aerion groans in your ear and all it takes is a few squeezes of your cunt and he’s pouring inside you, your cunt milking him until he’s spent.
When he’s done, his body falls back on top of yours, spent fully.
His breathing is harsh, pants matching your own.
“Gods.” You breathe out, at a loss for words.
He hums in quiet agreement.
The two of you stay like that for a while before Aerion lifts his head, fingers caressing your cheek.
He smiles down at you again, expression soft and content.
“I’ll keep fucking you until you’re full of me, and father can’t deny us our marriage, and then you’ll be mine until the end of your days, understand?”
His voice is so sure, you can’t help but nod, clenching around him again.
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read about modern aerion
GIF by Blondemarieee
He’s such a freak (i say with barely contained lust). Also the nickname Erri is from a fic i read on ao3, lmk if you want the name!
