cw: rough sex, dual penetration, slight knife play, degarding, power dynamic, dom Aemond, dom Hollis, Eiffel Tower, pnv, face fucking etc??? MDNI
Prince Hollis x fem servant reader x Prince Aemond
an: ik i've never written something like this, but i've been so obsessed with Aemond and Hollis is so Targaryen likeee so i lowkey wrote ts for me and void but i hope u guys like nonetheless 👾👾
BG: Set in the HOTD AU, Vezof is Hollis' dragon Vezof is knight in high valaryian
Prince Aegon has recently been crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms. The announcement sent shockwaves through the kingdom, but more specifically, your family.
Your father had worked loyally under King Viserys for years, and he knew that Rhaenyra was the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. On the day of Aegon's coronation, your father fled King’s Landing to join Queen Rhaenyra on Dragonstone, leaving you, your mother, and your sisters behind in the capital. Aegon spared your lives on one condition: you had to swear undying loyalty to him. You did, though the words tasted like ash in your mouth. Your lives depended on the lie.
You watched helplessly as the Hightowers placed the usurper on the throne. The children Alicent had with Viserys were now seen as the supreme royal family: King Aegon, the oldest of his younger brothers, Aemond and Hollis, and their sister Queen Helaena.
Alicent was a mere child when she had the boys, so they were raised by the castle staff, causing them to grow up utterly spoiled.
The younger brothers, Aemond and Hollis, were as thick as thieves. Aemond was known throughout the realm as vile, a terrifying figure with a sapphire gem instead of an eye and a leather eye patch to cover it.
Hollis was cut from the same cloth. While he didn't indulge in the same level of overt cruelty as Aemond, he was always right in the middle of the mess, thriving in the chaos. Hollis walked the castle corridors with a distinct, effortless cockiness, a heavy sword resting at his hip that he rarely ever had to use.
Watching the princes walk with their heads held high made you sick. When they demanded your service, there were never any pleases or thank yous, only sharp commands. But what you hated the most was how much you liked it.
It was impossible to look past the striking Valyrian features, the confidence they walked with being one of the few that could ride the winged beast, their icy-blonde hair, the flawless statures, even the way their low laughs would rumble deep in their chests. They were men devoid of morality, but the whispers throughout the Red Keep murmured that where they lacked in virtue, they more than made up for it in the chambers.
Before your father was branded a traitor, your family held a high noble ranking. You grew up at court, learning what it took to be a noblewoman until you could be betrothed to a husband of equal or greater standing.
But once your father fled, Aegon stripped your family of their titles, demoting you all to servants. Because you had grown up alongside the royal children, Aegon spared your lives, but only this once. As the oldest daughter, you were made to serve Queen Helaena hand and foot. Fortunately, Helaena was not cruel like her brothers. She was gentle, treating you more like the childhood friend you used to be rather than a servant.
After finishing preparing the Queen for bed, you quietly stepped out of her chambers. Just as you went to close the heavy door, the echo of Prince Hollis and Aemond’s laughter rounded the corner. It was around midnight when they would come back from dragon riding or whatever whore house they could find. You tried to slip away unnoticed into the shadows, but a voice cut through the dim hallway
"Y/N, stop," Prince Hollis called out.
You turned around slowly, forcing a sarcastic, practiced smile onto your face as you dipped into a low bow. "Princes."
"Running from me now, are you?" Hollis asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Never," you responded smoothly.
Aemond chimed in, his single eye scanning you up and down. "You know, you were much more of a sight before you had to wear rags instead of silks."
"Well, we can thank your brother for that, can't we?" you replied, the sarcasm slipping through.
Hollis took a step closer, his expression tightening. "Watch how you speak of the King. Must I remind you, heads have rolled for much less."
He stepped directly into your space, locking his eyes onto yours. With every stride he took, it felt as though the air was being sucked right out of the corridor. He reached out, his gloved hand catching your chin, tilting your face up. "It would be a shame to see you dead before I got a chance to have you in my chambers."
You scoffed, your voice stern and unyielding. " Prince or not, I’d rather die than lay with you."
Hollis slowly dropped his hand from your chin, exchanging a look with Aemond before they both burst into a pit of dark laughter.
"Did you even believe that?" Aemond mocked.
Hollis leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Remember all those years ago how desperately you wanted to take a ride on Vezof. How you went on and on about seeing the seven kingdoms from the sky." He paused, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Now that we're older, I’m starting to think you just wanted to ride the dragon rider."
You leaned back, staring at him, your heart hammering against your ribs.
Hollis just smirked, thoroughly amused by your reaction. "You're dismissed. Head back to your quarters. I’ll see you on the morrow"
Aegon had taken to forcing you to serve the Small Council meetings from time to time. The same Small council your father used to work in before Viserys' death. Aegon claimed it was ironic, a delicious punishment to watch your father’s daughter serve the very men plotting against him. He was a petty cunt, and every idea he had for you was designed entirely to belittle you.
The air inside the chamber was suffocating as they planned for the impending threat of war. A massive map of the Seven Kingdoms was rolled out across the table, pinned down by heavy brass markers. King Aegon sat at the head of the table, swirling his goblet for the seventh time in the last thirty minutes, silently demanding a refill. Although as drunk as could be.
To the rest of the council, you were practically invisible. But the brothers always took an interest in you. While Aegon sought only to torture you, Hollis and Aemond clearly had an entirely different game in mind.
Aemond kept his focus entirely on the map, tracking every word Ser Criston Cole said regarding troop movements through the Riverlands. Hollis, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, his legs spread wide under the table, his eyes tracking your every move. The rhythmic, impatient tapping of his boots against the stone floor only stopped when he spoke.
You stepped between their chairs to pour Hollis's wine first. Your hands were steady, but as the dark liquid filled his cup, you felt Hollis’s gloved hand slide onto the back of your thigh, hidden entirely by the drape of the heavy tablecloth. The leather was cool, but his grip was firm, ruthlessly squeezing the rough fabric of your servant's dress. The feeling was intoxicatingly familiar, exactly what you had kept replaying over and over in your head as you lay awake in bed last night.
You gasped quietly, the sound catching in your throat.
"Is something amiss, Y/N?" Aemond asked smoothly, his deep voice cutting through his mother’s frantic talking. He hadn't even looked up from the map, but his hand had already left his lap. His bare fingers, warm and calloused from swordplay, slid up the front of your skirt, brushing against your bare knee.
"Nothing at all, Prince Aemond," you said, forcing your voice to sound strong while your heart did the exact opposite, hammering so loudly against your ribs you were certain the whole room could hear it.
You tried to step back, but Hollis’s grip tightened, anchoring you firmly in place between him and Aemond. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his free hand, looking up at you with pure, unadulterated mischief in his eyes.
"More wine, please," Hollis murmured, his voice a low, teasing drawl. Under the table, his hand slid higher, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
At the same time, Aemond’s fingers crept further up your skirt, his touch agonizingly slow, a deliberate contrast to his brother's bold grip. You felt trapped between fire and ice. The sheer audacity of it doing this while the Queen Mother argued about the fate of the realm just three feet away sent a wild shudder through your entire body. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the silver pitcher.
"We need the Baratheons," Alicent’s voice rang out from the other end of the table. "Aemond, have you sent the ravens to Storm's End?"
"I am preparing the terms myself, Mother," Aemond replied seamlessly. He didn't miss a beat. His voice remained steady and authoritative, completely betraying the fact that his fingers were currently sliding beneath the edge of your undergarments.
You bit the inside of your cheek so hard you tasted copper, a sudden rush of heat spewing into your cheeks as you let out a trembling breath through your nose. You looked down at Hollis, silently pleading with him, but he only smirked, thoroughly enjoying your torment. He leaned in closer, his shoulder brushing your hip, and whispered so low only you and his brother could hear.
"You look so beautiful when you're trying not to scream, sweetheart."
Aemond’s thumb found your center, applying a sudden, precise pressure that made your knees instantly buckle. If Hollis hadn't been holding your hip under the table, you would have dropped the pitcher right then and there. A quiet, breathless whimper escaped your lips.
"Aegon," Alicent snapped, noticing the sudden pause in the room's energy. "Are you paying attention?"
"Yes, Mother dragons, war, blood," Aegon groaned, waving his hand dismissively. He glanced down the table, his eyes lingering on you for a split second. "Are you clumsy today, girl? You're shaking. Fill my cup and get out."
"Yes, Your Grace," you choked out.
Hollis finally released his grip, his hand giving you a parting, possessive smack on your thigh, while Aemond slowly withdrew his hand, his fingers lingering on your skin until the last possible second.
Your legs felt like water as you stumbled away toward the King's chair, risking a glance back. Aemond was finally looking at you, his sapphire eye catching your attention, enamoured by how it could portray that he was dark and satisfied.
While Hollis lifted his wine cup to his lips, watching you over the rim with a promise of exactly what was to come. You walked over to Aegon to pour more wine into his cup, but before you could, you saw Hollis's foot shoot out.
You tripped over his boot, losing your balance entirely. The silver pitcher flew from your hands, spilling the dark wine all over Prince Aegon, the floor, and a large portion of the crucial war map.
Aegon screeched, calling you every vile name under the sun. He violently pushed his chair back from the table, wiping at his soaked doublets, and turned to the room in a blind rage. "Get out! Everyone get out!" He pointed a shaking, angry finger at you, then turned his gaze to Aemond and Hollis. "Make sure she cleans up every single drop of this mess."
"With pleasure," Hollis murmured.
You watched in mounting panic as Aegon, Alicent, and the rest of the council hurried out, leaving the heavy oak doors to slam shut. The sudden silence in the room was deafening. You looked at the two remaining princes, a sudden realization washing over you. It felt like a setup.
"You heard the King. Be good and clean it up," Hollis said. He didn't wait for you to move; he stepped forward and firmly pushed you down onto your knees, forcing you to look up at him.
You let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. "You tripped me on purpose, didn’t you?"
Aemond laughed darkly as he closed the distance, stepping up right behind you. "Took us a little while to realize we didn't like what you said." Without warning, Aemond reached down and grabbed a handful of your hair, twirling it tightly around his hand.
A sharp yelp escaped your throat at the sudden pull.
Hollis slowly pulled his leather gloves off, dropping them onto the table. His bare hand caressed your face roughly, his fingers digging into your jaw before his thumb hooked over your bottom lip, tugging it down and forcing his thumb into your mouth.
An involuntary moan escaped you. Your body completely betrayed you, softening under his touch despite the anger burning in your chest.
Aemond gripped your hair tighter, letting out a low, amused laugh from behind you. "Hollis, what did she say to you last night in the corridor?"
Hollis swirled his thumb against your tongue, his eyes darkening as he looked down at you. "She said she would rather die than let me touch her, if I remember correctly."
"Is that so?" Aemond hummed, his breath brushing the back of your neck. "It certainly didn't look that way during the council meeting, did it?"
"Not at all," Hollis agreed, wearing a wicked smirk. He slowly pulled his thumb from your mouth, leaving your lips slick, just as Aemond released his tight grip on your hair, giving you a firm push that sent you sprawling onto your hands and knees.
Hollis looked down at you as his britches hit the floor. Your eyes went wide, welted with hot tears that threatened to spill over. The overwhelming reality of the moment crashed over you the biting cold of the stone floor against your bare knees, the rough drag of your servant's dress as Aemond lifted it from behind.
A moment like this could have only been dreamed of in your darkest, most forbidden thoughts, taken ruthlessly in the Small Council chamber by the dragon-rider princes.
Hollis knelt down directly in front of you. "Open," he commanded. You obeyed without a second thought. "Stick out your tongue."
You followed his instructions perfectly. He slapped the tip of his length against your tongue once, twice, three times, leaving it slick with his precum, before pushing himself deep into your mouth without warning. He was so thick it immediately began to crowd the back of your throat, choking out any sound you could make. Low, satisfied moans began to fill the empty chamber, echoing off the high stone walls.
While your vision was entirely filled with Hollis, you could feel every inch of Aemond behind you. His length rubbed heavily against your lower back. You wanted it so badly, your blood roaring with anticipation, but you couldn't voice your desperation with Hollis completely occupying your mouth. His hands tangled tightly into your hair, anchoring you. The sight of him looking down at you proved the Targaryens were made in the image of the gods; his icy-blonde hair fell messily across his face, framing an expression of pure, arrogant beauty.
While distracted, Aemond slipped two fingers inside you. His movements were agonizingly slow, a deliberate, torturous contrast to Hollis’s aggressive, heavy rhythm. You clenched tightly around his fingers as he began to run tormenting circles around your clit. The feeling of both of them together was driving you insane, the sheer sensory overload making your head spin.
Hollis suddenly slowed his pace, pulling out of your mouth just enough to pump himself with his hand. The moment your lips were free, the only word you could desperately find the strength to utter was a breathless, "Please."
Aemond leaned over your shoulder, his breath hot against your ear as he rubbed his heavy length directly against your aching clit. "If you want it so bad, let's hear you beg for it."
Hollis gripped your jaw firmly, forcing your tear-filled eyes to lock onto his. "Let us hear that smart mouth of yours now"
The friction of Aemond against your entrance was driving you past the point of sanity. You didn't care how pathetic, how utterly degraded you looked on the floor. You kept going, whimpering out, "Please, my princes..."
Hollis's eyes narrowed. "No. I don’t like that."
"Your Graces... please," you cried out, completely unraveled.
Hollis let go of your face, his hand reaching for the table where his dagger lay. With a terrifying slowness, he placed the cold, sharp edge of the Valyrian steel blade right beneath your chin, tilting your head back. You felt Aemond’s weight shift slightly behind you as he lined himself up with your entrance.
"So revolted by us," Aemond mocked darkly from behind, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "but look how much you leak for me."
With one heavy, unyielding drive, Aemond thrust all the way inside you, giving you exactly what you had begged for. Hollis's dagger remained pressed firmly against your throat. The lethal sharpness of the blade was already leaving a faint, stinging scratch against your skin, but the intoxicating mix of terror and absolute pleasure was too good. You couldn't care less if the prince decided to take your life right here on the council floor.
Seeing you completely at their mercy, weeping and trembling under the blade, made Hollis feel how needy you were. He let out a dark, breathless smile. Aemond didn't hold back anymore, his thrusts turning violent and deep, pounding you into the stone. You stared up at Hollis, your mouth open, silently craving the feel of him again. The inherent, cruel violence of their Targaryen nature wasn't lost in a moment like this; while you were terrified, it was freeing.
Hollis gripped your hair once more, pulling your head back, and shoved himself straight back into your mouth.
The chamber filled with the heavy, echoing sound of both princes groaning as they ruthlessly used your body for their pleasure. It didn't matter to you. You craved it; you loved every single agonizing second of it. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, a visible mark of your submission that only seemed to amuse the princes further. They never slowed their relentless pace, driving you higher and higher until they both reached their limits.
Hollis choked you with one final, deep thrust as his seed filled your mouth. "Swallow. All of it," he growled. You swallowed without hesitation.
Seconds later, Aemond let out a low growl, his warmth spilling deep inside you as he shuddered against your back.
The moment Aemond finally pulled out of you, your knees gave out entirely. You collapsed onto the cold stone, completely spent, your vision swimming with stars. Hollis leaned over your trembling form, gently pulling the tangled strands of hair out of your face. He pressed a surprisingly soft, lingering kiss to your swollen lips, smiling darkly against your mouth.
"We’ll be back for more."
An: This is my dream date
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