Summary: Freezing steel against your back, burning skin against your thighs, and Aegon's dark violet eyes completely blown out with desire. Sprawled carelessly across the throne's armrest, you let the king do exactly what he wants with you in the quiet dark of the great hall.
Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x afab!reader
Warnings: Explicit content (18+), p in v, unprotected, semi public.
The castle was still. No clatter of armored boots, no nobles arguing in the throne room, no scribes rushing messages or servants bustling through halls with linen and trays.
It was just quiet. A rare, golden calm had settled over king’s landing like a hush.
And in that silence? Your dream burned brighter than ever.
That empty iron throne. Cold iron seats stretching high like jagged teeth, sat untouched today.. No king holding court upon it.
Which meant that it was just there. Waiting. Inviting.
You’d glanced at Aegon earlier that morning. A look passed between you two across breakfast. Playful and knowing.
He didn’t say anything then, but his eyes darkened slightly when he saw your gaze linger on the direction of the throne room.
And now? WIth nothing pressing to do, the air felt thick with possibility.
The skies were starting to darken, and aegon stepped into your chambers. Boots quiet against the stone floor, his clock draped loosely over one shoulder.
He’d been out earlier in the day. A short ride though the garden, king business and then checking on the babe with a wet nurse before returning to you.
But now, the second he closed the door behind him, the air shifted.
You could feel it. That low hum of desire radiating off him. The way his violet eyes traced you where you sat by the window, slow and appreciative.
And yet, aegon waited. He didn’t rush, just stood there for a moment.. breathing deep like he was memorizing your presence.
Because while yes, he wanted you badly. You weren’t moving towards him either and that made him curious, wondering what you were thinking.
‘’It’s fairly calm in the courts these days. Is it not?’’
Aegon’s lip curved, just slightly. Not a full smile but something that was knowing and intrigued. Because he understood exactly what you meant.
Nobodies watching the throne room.
And suddenly, without words, the unspoken idea hung between you like smoke.
He took a slow step forward, then another. His clock slipped from his shoulder and landed softly on the floor behind him..
His violet eyes stay locked on yours, there was hunger there but also something else. A willingness to follow wherever this might lead.
‘’Are we going too?’’ you said, thrill and excitement radiating off of you.
Aegon saw it. The thrill, the excitement. Your eyes allight with mischief and desire, bright, daring, alive in a way that made his pulse jump.
He stepped forward fast now and closed the distance between you in two long strides. Then his hands were on your face, warm calloused palms cradling your cheeks as he kissed you. Hard. Passionate, fierce with want.
It wasn’t gentle at first. It was hungry. The kind of kiss born from pent up days of calmness and quiet lust finally erupting.
And when he pulled back for breath. His voice came low. A rough whisper against your lips. ‘’Let’s do it.’’
The halls were empty. No guards standing at attention. No scribes shuffling papers, not even a servant polishing armor or cleaning tapestries.
Just the soft echo of your footsteps. Quick, purposeful, and aegon’s lager ones beside you as you both moved through the quiet castle corridors.
You didn’t run, but it was close. A brisk walk fueled by anticipation and adrenaline.
Turning down a grand corridor, then another, and another until finally, the towering doors of the throne room came into views.
They stood slightly ajar, not locked. No one had any reason to be inside today.
Aegon pushed one open without much bother, and there it was. The iron throne. Looming. Cold. Majestic in its jagged glory and completely deserted.
As you started approaching it, you heard the heavy doors click shut behind you, soft but final.
You stood near the central floor, waiting. You glanced at him. Anticipation turned into nerves now. You weren’t quite sure how this was going to work.
Yes, the throne was there, but it wasn’t built for comfort or intimacy. Just power and fear.
And yet here you were, two lovers about to defile royalty itself.
Aegon stepped forward slowly, eyes dark with desire as he looked between you and that cold iron seat behind him.
‘’How should we do this?” You said, ‘’How do you want me?’’
Aegon didn’t answer right way. He studied the throne first. It’s jagged spiked, its narrow seat, not meant for lounging of love. Then he looked at you. Soft skin, flushed cheeks from excitement, eyes full of curiosity. And something in him decided. Without a word, he walked over to the iron throne and sat. Not like a king on display, but casually. One arm draped over the armrest while his legs stretched slightly in front of him. The metal was cold beneath him. Then he patted his lap once. An invitation, simple as that.
You climbed up the steps on your way over to him, and slowly but surely you climbed on top of him.
The moment you straddled him. Sitting across his lap, knees tucked against the cold iron arms of the throne. The air shifted. Heat. Electricity. No hesitation now.
Aegon’s hands immediately found your hips. Large parms gripping firm as he pulled you flush against him. You could feel it then, the hard press of his arousal beneath the layers of fabric between you.
His breath hitches slightly at your closeness, at how perfectly your body fit over his.
The thrill was bright and wild in the depth of his violet eyes. The same excitement radiating off both of you like firelight.
Without second thought. He leaned up and kissed you again. Deeply, hungrily, like this throne wasn’t holy ground but their secret playground.
You kiss him back roughly, but break the kiss not long after it began. ‘’What if we get caught?’’ You say softly.
Aegon’s lips lingered near yours after the kiss. Breathing unsteady, chest rising fast.
The question hung between you.
It should’ve scared him more, being discovered doing this, on the iron throne of all places, was risky. Scandalous even. If someone walked in.. guards, maesters, or worse a noble passing by..
There’d be gossip, shock, maybe disapproval from court advisors who valued propriety above passion..
Yet, he didn’t pull away, didn’t look nervous. Instead, he smirked. A slow, devilish curve of his mouth. And brushed his thumb along your jawline before answering. ‘’Let them catch us.’’
In reply, you started moving your hips over his bulge. The second you moved your hips in slow deliberate rolls against the hardness pressing through his trousers, aegon’s breath catches.
A sharp inhale. His fingers dig into your sides instantly, not pushing you away, but holding on like he might lose control if he doesn’t anchor himself.
The small move was electric. Every grind sent sparks through him. THe friction teasing despite the layers of fabric.
His head tilted back slightly, exposing his throat as a quiet groan escaped him. Pleasure was building up fast, because it was you, doing this to him.. on his throne.
You abruptly get off of him, but didn’t fully undress. You merely remove the lower layers of your dress for easy access. Despite Aegon's shock at your sudden movements, he soon followed by pulling his own trousers down as well.
‘’How do you want to take me, your grace?’’ The title, your grace, slipped from your lips with playful formality, but the way you said it was anything but respectful. It was teasing, seductive, a challenge wrapped in a smile.
And aegon loved it. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he watched as you lifted your dress just enough. Exposing smooth thighs and bare skin underneath. His breath turned heavier. His pants were already loosened, pushed down just past his hips.. Revealing hard muscle and heat.
Then slowly, he stood up from the throne for the first time since sitting there. Not to leave, no. To turn around, and face it.
Aegon moved with quiet confidence, gentle but firm, as he guided you backward. Not onto the seat of the throne.
He turned you slightly, then lifted you just enough. Strong arms supporting your weight and settling your lower body across one of the wide, cold armrests. The jagged iron spikes weren’t touching any sensitive skin, thankfully, but it was close.
Your hips rested on polished steel. The coolness contrasting against aegon’s warmth as he stepped back in front of you.
Now, you were open to him, vulnerable in a way that made his pulse jump.
He closed the distance again, kissing your neck, while one hand slid up your thigh.
The air was thick, charged with risk and desire.
You were completely bare before him. Skin exposed to the coolness of the throne room. Every breath made your body shiver slightly, not from cold, but from anticipation.
Aegon took his time. No rush, no urgency. Just slow and deliberate teasing.
His hands slid up and down your thighs again and again. Warm palm contrasting against your smooth skin, then his fingers brushed that spot. The soft inner thigh near where it met leg. One of the places most sensitive in a woman’s anatomy.
A soft touch there, just one, then twice more.
Not quite touching where you wanted him, but close enough to make heat coil low in your belly. He knew it too, because when he looked up at you, his eyes were dark with mischief and hunger.
‘’Please.’’’you moaned softly, begging for him to move his hand closer.
That single word, broken and soft, barely louder than a breath. It hit aegon like lightning. His jaw tightened. His fingers stilled on your thigh.
For a heartbeat.. he just looked at you, the flush on your cheeks, the parted lips, the way your chest rose with each shallow breath.
And then something primal in him snapped. No more teasing, no more games.
With slow but purposeful movement, he leaned down. His mouth crashing onto yours again. At the same time, one hand slid higher, then lower, until his fingers finally brushed where you wanted him most. Light touch first, testing, waiting.
A soft moan escaped your lips.
The sound, soft, sweet, needy, went straight through him.
That delicate little noise, was all the invitation he needed. His thumb circled gently.. testing pressure, feeling how you reacted.
When you arched slightly into his touch, and your breath turned quicker. Absolutely no hesitation was left.
Leaning down again, he kissed your neck. A hot trail of open mouthed kisses along your jawline as his fingers grew bolder. Rubbing with more purpose now, exploring every sensitive fold. Then, without breathing contact, he lowered himself between your legs.
The moment he entered, slow, careful, gentle. The stretch was there. Not painful, but present. A reminder of how intimate this was. How deep connection went between you two.. and It felt incredible.
So good that your body instinctively arched into him. Your back pressing slightly against the cold iron armrest, as a soft moan slipped from your lips. No hiding it, no silencing yourself in a place like this.
This throne room belonged to kings and fear, but right now? It belonged to pleasure.
Aegon stilled for half a second, letting you adjust, then his hands slid under your thighs, lifting them just slightly to change the angle.. making everything fit even more perfectly. Then he began moving.
The angle upwards was perfect.
Aegon had found it, accidentally or by instinct, who knew. But every thrust now landed exactly where you needed him most. That sweet spot deep inside, sending sparks through your core with each movement.
He knew, he could feel it in the way your body clenched around him. In the quiet gasps that turned into breathy moans. In how your hips lifted slightly to meet his rhythm without thinking. So he didn’t stop.
He couldn’t stop. Each roll of his pelvis was deliberate. Controlled but powerful. A steady pace just right for pleasure. No roughness, just smooth, rhythmic movements that made heat coil tighter and tighter low in your belly.
It goes on for a minute or two, before aegon shifted first. Graceful despite his size, as he guided you into a new position.
Still on the throne, but now sitting properly on the seat itself. The cold iron beneath him.
Then gently, he turned you around and pulled you back. Until sitting on his lap. Your thighs resting slightly on his. He leaned back, giving you full control. Now, you could move. Up. Down. However fast or slow you wanted.
You began slowly. Testing the new position, feeling how his hand loosely held your waist to steady you.
Then, the angle clicked. Just right, perfectly aligned. Every time you lifted your hips and sank back down on him, that spot. The one that made stars flash behind your eyes, was hit with precision.
Once you realized it, there was no hesitation. You pace increased. Up. Down. Up again. Fast now, bolder. Riding him in smooth but urgent motion. His hand tightened on your waist, not controlling. Just holding as pleasure built between both of you.
You were riding him hard. Wild and free. The pace fast, relentless. Your thighs worked with every rise and fall. Hips moving without restraint as pleasure surged through both of you.
And aegon, he wasn’t passive at all. His jaw clenched. Eyes shut briefly from sensation. A low groan escaped his lips each time you slammed down on him just right.
He didn’t touch you much, just watched your move move on him. Mesmerized.
The moment your release hit, sudden and intense. A quiet cry escaped you.
Not overly loud nor dramatic, but a breathy sound of pure ecstasy as your body tensed and then trembled under the force of it.
Just like that you stopped moving.
Your thighs shook slightly, from exertion, from the aftershocks rippling through you as aegon felt every subtle clench around him while you came down from your high.
‘’Fuck..’’ You say softly. ‘’Feels so good.’’ You whisper dazed.
Still inside you. Still seated on the cold iron throne. His heart pounded in his chest. Not from exertion, but from you. From how beautiful you looked right now.
He smiled just a little, tenderly.
Then slowly, he came closer and lifted one hand, brushing your hair aside and pressing a kiss to your shoulder then another to your neck.
No words yet, just affection in touch.
This time, it was him taking the lead. You both stood up, and aegon gently guided you forward. Your arms stretching out to brace against one of the throne’s cold iron armrests. You bent slightly at your waist, back arched just so.. presenting yourself in a way that made his breath hitch.
Then he stood behind you, no words. Just heat and intent in every movement as he positioned himself.
Then, he entered again, slow again, with each push forward the rhythm became faster, much faster.
Aegon driven by just pure, urgent need for completion, and you matched him, pushing back against each thrust with your hips. Meeting his energy as skin slapped loudly in the vast throne room.
The sounds echoed off stone walls. The sharp, rhythmic clashing filling the silent chamber like a drumbeat.
No restraint, no concern about noise anymore. Who cared if someone heard?
The climax hit aegon like a storm. With one final deep thrust, he stilled inside you and released.
Hot, ulsing. Every drop pouring into you as his body tensed behind yours. Hands gripping your hips to keep you pressed tight against him.
He didn’t pull out. He made sure every single drop was fully given to you.
And even though your legs were still trembling from your earlier release, aegon held on. Didn’t let go. Just stayed there for long seconds. Forehead nearly touching the small of your back as he breathed through the aftershocks. The silence of the throne room swallowing you both once more.
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