Hey! I Love you Story Hēnkirī!
Do you Take requests? Can you maybe do a oneshot (if you feel like it), y/n style, and she heard about the rumors that Aegon is kinda likeee a rapist and she is curious and she want a raperoleplay with him, I Imagine that this could be very interesting. (If that's too heavy, No Prob. Nevermind.)
Thank you, Love your writin style btw.
I tried. I actually liked your idea sumhow, mama don't you ever read this.
Thanks for your compliments, I'm happy that you enjoy reading my story!
Warnings : 18+, rape RPG, glorifying/trivialising rape, shameless lemon, possessive aegon, explicit depiction of sexual violence, language, blood, alcohol abuse.
Aegon chuckled as he swung his head back.
Tonight was another evening lavishly filled with oodles of the best wine.
You loved the way his short, wavy hair bobbed along when he moved his head.
His beautiful lilac eyes narrowed to slits and a row of straight teeth was bared as he laughed.
A beautiful man, you thought.
The bags under his eyes hardly bothered you. Flaws were what made people perfect.
You, however, as a common maid of the royal house, were exceptionally beautiful. Even your Dornish mother had often predicted that you would be discovered by a highly respected man.
And as life would have it, you caught the eye of Prince Aegon after a short time in your service.
Soon he seduced you, and not only once. Wine was often your companion in your nocturnal escapades. In his presence you felt desired and almost noble.
As the prince calmed down from his laughter again, you became curious.
This phase came again and again when you sat together and drank.
Since you had come to know him better, you had ignored the rumours about him.
The maids gossiped among themselves and told each other things about him. You wanted to know if there was any truth in it.
You knew Aegon trusted you.
After a few more sips from the golden cup, you set the drink down beside you on the heavy, wooden table.
You were a little clumsy in doing so, but that didn't bother yourself or Aegon.
You wanted to know how ruthless he could be.
Perhaps it was stupid of you, naïve. Still, you couldn't banish the thought from your mind.
When you were alone, the prince insisted that you call him by his name.
"Mm?" He saw something flash in your eyes, a spark of mischievousness.
The Targaryen knew instinctively that it would be something slippery you would ask.
"They say things about you." Pressingly, you had beaten around the bush in a slurred voice.
"What is your point, y/n?"
"You take what you want. You play. Only some don't want to play."
He raised an eyebrow in wonder. Now he wasn't sure about the outcome of this conversation after all.
"Does it make you feel good?"
Almost sheepishly, you looked down at the ground, before with a skilful flick of your eyes, you took away Aegon's fear that you were demonising him.
"Well, yes. In a way, yes." He slurred uncertainly.
Giggling nervously, you had reached for your cup and drunk it entirely.
It was your fifth glass. You could clearly tell.
"What if we try this? Like in a game."
The Prince's head was rattling, it was plain to see, but he couldn't figure out what exactly you meant.
An impatient sigh escaped you.
"Take me Aegon, no matter what I say or do."
You puffed out your cheeks and let the air escape in a maelstrom.
Then your grin crept back onto your lips.
You rounded your prince and untied the first few strings of your simple dress.
Aegon followed you with his gaze, taken with your little showpiece.
He walked towards you, but you took just as many steps back.
The prince slowly thought he understood what you were up to, but could hardly believe that you were capable of such a thing. Had the desire for such a thing.
When you saw his beautiful grin, you knew he had understood.
The two of you took your next steps quickly.
As Aegon suddenly rushed towards you, you grabbed the nearest book you could get your hands on and had thrown it in his direction.
Adrenaline rushed through your body and the excitement made you breathe faster.
Aegon fought off the flying book. An impulsive rage flooded through him and he gave it free rein. Because that's exactly what you wanted.
He pushed you into the corner of the room, hemmed you in. Real fear was written all over your face as you held your hands protectively in front of you.
As if that would stop Aegon.
He grabbed you by the shoulders and dragged you to the bed.
"Aegon, please don't." You sobbed and for a millisecond the one you addressed wasn't sure if you really meant it.
No matter what I say or do, he called to mind, and he gave himself fully to his being again.
"Shut up." He hissed as he threw you roughly onto the bed.
A slapping sound rang through the room.
You had hit him and not seen it coming yourself. It just happened.
Aegon hadn't seen it coming either. His cheek grew warm as he opened his eyes, momentarily frozen in surprise. You did have power.
You used this moment to get to your feet again.
You had never hit anyone before. Or thrown a book. It all seemed so exciting to you.
You couldn't help but giggle slightly at the sight of the blond prince.
He, in turn, was now in full swing, spellbound by everything you had just done. You were perfect for him.
In a short time he was after you again, causing a fearful expression on your face.
You still managed to turn around. But you were not allowed to run away.
His arms wrapped around you from behind. One of them around your neck, the other around your waist.
An admittedly painful grip, you could barely catch your breath.
When Aegon pressed his cock against your buttocks, a small sound of pleasure escaped you despite everything.
It excited you. Aegon and your excitement.
The feeling of being chased.
That he wanted you so much that he resorted to such means.
"You little whore." The prince murmured in your ear in confirmation.
The fact that Aegon liked the way you were currently behaving just seemed a little strange but also interesting to you.
You weren't sure but you still didn't want it to end.
With your small fists you began to punch the arm around your neck, which made Aegon laugh.
"Is that all, my sweet y/n?" He murmured in your ear.
Spurred on by his mockery, you kicked his foot with all your might.
Surprised, the prince gasped and loosened his grip.
You hopped away from him, ran around the large table in the room and stopped behind it.
Both of you had completely blocked out your physical pain.
You were breathing heavily and propped yourself up on the table with both hands.
Your drunken prince came to stand on the other side of the table, admiring your beauty when you were out of breath and aroused.
You looked into each other's eyes.
The next moment, the two of you indicated a few times a direction in which you would circle the table.
Finally, you decided to turn your back on Aegon and move backwards across the room until you arrived at a chest of drawers.
You weren't quite there when you noticed a loud noise behind you, which was probably the table.
As you tried to turn around at the massive chest of drawers, you were already bent over the wood by the neck until your cheek touched the cold, stone wall. A scream escaped you before you heard a door open.
Aemond Targaryen stopped asking his question because of the image that presented itself.
A table was overturned and Aegon pressed you against the wall, over said dresser.
"Let go of her now." He hissed as he took large strides menacingly towards you both.
You quickly realised how wrong this must look and unceremoniously intervened.
You rose and stood protectively in front of Aegon.
"I heard that." The irony was clearly audible in the prince's voice.
"Really." You stammered out of breath.
"Yes brother. Some like it harder. Perhaps you seek your-"
"My prince, please!" You admonished Aegon, though you had no right to do so, indicating Aemond's look of anger.
With an uncomprehending shake of his head, the intruder turned away and stalked out of the room, not without slamming the door too hard.
You felt Aegon's gaze on you, checking for your reaction when the prince left the room.
To provoke your lover, you lightly bit your lip as you watched Aemond leave.
A hand closed around your lower jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks, forcing you to look at the prince.
"What are you thinking about, mh? Have you ever thought in the past what it would be like when he fucks you?" He hissed viciously.
In fact, you had. Your memories overtook you. It elicited a throaty laugh through your forced open mouth.
This only provoked Aegon more.
He wanted you to imagine only him. Only he could give you what you wanted and needed.
"What was he like? In your imagination." He asked spitefully as he grabbed you by the neck again and pulled you towards the bed. You rowed your arms but couldn't get a grip on him.
You didn't dare answer at first. There was too much doubt that he would understand you properly.
"Mh?" He asked impatiently. Again you were bent over something on your stomach, this time over the edge of the bed.
"Good." You mumbled into the blanket, resting your head on the side of it.
"Good?" He repeated incredulously, slapping your buttocks with the flat of his hand.
A gasp escaped you. You liked the pain.
"The only thing you're thinking about today is me. Do you understand? No, wait.
You will only think of me at all times." He improved in a whisper, blowing his wine-scented breath into your face. Your desire for his soft lips had become unbelievably great.
You nodded in affirmation of his command, which in turn displeased Aegon.
"Say it. I want to hear it."
His possessive manner triggered a warm feeling in your centre. It made you realise how much he wanted you.
"You're all I think about, Aegon." You confirmed excitedly.
With quick movements, he pulled the dress you were wearing upwards to your back.
His fingers played with you, pressing into the dampness that united your thighs.
"How wet you are. All because of me."
He pressed two fingers deep into your cleft without further warning.
You gasped audibly, overwhelmed by the engaging sensation.
"Aegon, it-" He added another finger. A loud, painful moan escaped your throat.
"Aegon, what? Aegon, please go on? Aegon, I love you?" He hoisted as he made straddling motions with his deft hand.
"Aegon! ...It's... So good." That was all you could say back, too intent on the feeling he was giving you.
"Say it." He commanded again, speeding up his movements.
"What?" You sobbed in confusion as a steady, sloppy noise could be heard in the background.
He hit a spot inside you that threatened to rob you of all your senses. Your eyes rolled back and you felt yourself tighten around his fingers.
"That you love me. Say it." He clarified, his fingers still tangled inside you, fixated on the spot you liked so much.
And you did. As you gained your release, your loud moans drowned out the sounds of the intimate action.
"I love you..Aegon." you gasped exhaustedly between excited sounds.
A wry grin settled on his lips, and the feeling of soon climaxing himself overwhelmed him.
Without further ado, he turned you onto your back because he wanted to see your face while he took you roughly.
He brutally tore your half-open dress apart so that it was in no one's way.
Not in yours and not in his.
Still dazed from your orgasm, you looked at your handsome prince with half-open eyes. A look that was so stimulating for him that he could hardly control himself.
Without breaking eye contact, Aegon removed his trousers and prepared himself with his hand.
You wanted to make things easier for him, to push him even further to the edge of his mind.
So you used your own hand to prepare yourself further too.
You made circular movements on your wet cunt, which inevitably attracted Aegon's gaze. Again little impulses of lust flashed through you, you wanted more.
He sucked lightly on his lower lip, pulling it into his mouth. You watched him, how hot he looked, and began to penetrate yourself with your fingers.
He loved it when you were so naughty.
"Beg me to fuck you." He commanded with glazed eyes.
"Please Aegon, fuck me. I want you. Only you."
"I need you. I want you to take me, do it."
Happily, you removed your hand from yourself as you felt his pointed one at your entrance.
"More." He demanded again.
As soon as you began to speak, he thrust into you. His entire length bore into you, widening you to the last inch.
What had started as his name became a cry. Music to Aegon's ears.
"Oh fuck y/n." He moaned in a lower pitch of voice than usual.
You reared your upper body.
He was so deep inside you that you could feel him clearly at your end.
A feeling that was addictive.
"Can you feel me well, my darling?" Aegon hummed, clearly taken by the warm tightness that surrounded him.
"Oh gods, yes." You returned equally aroused.
He leaned down to you, joining your lips together.
Stifling your moans, he greedily pushed his tongue into your mouth. He tasted of sweet wine and himself. You just loved it.
You surrendered to the sensation, gasping in surprise as he bit your lip.
His bite intensified, making you tremble under him until you could clearly taste the iron flavour of your blood.
A soft whimper escaped you, prompting Aegon to wrap his fingers around your throat and stroke your bleeding lip apologetically with his thumb as soon as you disengaged.
He immediately licked your blood from his finger and your lips before he put his hand around your throat again.
The prince had stopped moving, merely settled inside you.
A devilish giggle escaped him as he met your impatient gaze with his excited one.
"So eager for my body, y/n?" He taunted softly.
You answered him by wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him further into you as you let your muscles tighten around him.
A hiss left his mouth from the sudden sensation, followed by a satisfied smile that bared his teeth again.
"You'll never want anyone else again." He whispered contentedly.
Placing his hand from your throat to the back of your neck, he pulled you upwards without moving out of you.
With your torso erect and Aegon's grip firm, your field of vision was limited only to your belly and cunt, glistening with the moisture of your bodies. He moved his hips away from you, withdrawing from you, watching as the arousal in your gaze clearly began to outweigh the impatience that had been in it.
"Look at how well you're taking me."
Excruciatingly slowly, he pushed himself inch by inch into your tightness once more.
The sound of your moans filled the room again, spurring Aegon to thrust into you again faster and harder.
You could see perfectly how his whole length disappeared inside you, how your abdomen bulged when his dick filled it. You could hear it and above all feel it.
Once again your climax was approaching, much more intense than the one before.
Out of reflex, you put your hand on his chest, trying to push him away a little. With his free hand he grabbed yours and prevented further interruptions from you.
To compensate for the increasingly intense sensation, you were left with only your moans, which once again culminated in more of a scream, overwhelmed by his animalistic movements inside you.
As you tremblingly received your release, your prince decided that he had now earned his.
Faster than you could recover, he pressed you again into the fabric of the bed, placed one of your legs over his chest on his shoulder to penetrate you even deeper, and held you by your neck and hips in the position that suited him.
He began to mercilessly chase his climax, ignoring your pleas.
Your sensations were extremely overstimulated, you felt almost exclusively pain, but that did not turn you on any less.
His gaze lingered on your breasts, which bobbed with his every thrust. He loved this view almost as much as your overwhelmed facial expressions.
After a few moments, which seemed like several hours, you could feel him tense and loosen his grip. Over and over he murmured your name with a moan as he climaxed.
He pushed your leg off his shoulder before resting on his elbows to your left and right, breathing heavily. Every now and then a low, short moan still left his mouth.
His dick twitched inside you, filling you with Aegon's warm seed that you desired so much. When every drop had flowed into you, he dropped exhausted beside you, leaving a cool emptiness in your midst.
Despite your dizziness, his scrutinising gaze did not escape you at all. The older prince had always needed a lot of reassurance.
"You were amazing Aegon." You murmured, also still breathing erratically.
"No one could ever satisfy me the way you do." You followed up.
Pure satisfaction now reflected in his bright eyes and he slid closer to you to kiss you intimately and command you to stay with him that night.
It was not the first and would certainly not be the last.
