Aerion and Daeron sharing the same darling would include...
note - and is anyone suprised i did this during an all nighter nopeee, and I apologize in advance for the terrible smut and i want to thank @briefwinnapersona for giving me the idea with their post
TAGS: YANDERE, EXPLICIT CONTENT, DUBCON, jealousy, polygamous, loss of virginity, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, hj, threesome, double penetration, FEMALE reader
To all of the gods above, if there was a time to pray for mercy, it would be now. To attract one prince is enough of a burden but to attract two? It’s truly a spectacle to behold, a fate inflicted upon you. And to make matters worse, they were brothers - brothers who couldn’t be any more different. Them coming to share is nothing short of a miracle.
Aerion simply does not share. It is not in his nature. Selfish in his ways. Catching Aerion’s eyes is terrifying enough. The moment he realizes a simple interest is an attraction. He’ll already believe you are his; you belong to him. Rejection isn’t something princes like him typically face. He has always taken what he wanted, the world rarely told him no. So what stops him from having you?
Daeron is not as volatile and loud as his brother, but he too can be just as selfish in his own ways. He knows he wants you, perhaps long before Aerion did. It would not be right, you were a lady after all. Damaging your decency and honor, but Daeron would still indulge himself. Because that too lies within his nature.
Daeron had a seduction plan in all of this. He had already charmed you enough; that part had been easy. Daeron only needed you alone. Perhaps a quiet room, a few drinks, and soon enough you would wake up in his bed. He could not think of any other way to have you fully to himself. Marriage proposals? Too much work and his reputation… Certainly not the best. He didn’t mind just being your lover.
But his plans are foiled. The very disturbance being his brother. Aerion was always there; he couldn’t ignore him even if he tried. Aerion was not subtle, not even in the slightest. Aerion would stare unapologetically across the room. Also straight up interrupt any conversations you have with someone else just to have your attention on him. Daeron sees how you tense up when he enters a room, how nervous you get and Aerion simply has no care. It would take a fool not to notice.
For one thing, Daeron knew you liked him far better. To be fair, your options were quite limited. It was either him..or you know. One would choose the drunk than the man whose troubling rumors have reached your ears. Besides, Aerion always stood a little too close. Touches always lingering, even reaching for the necklace at your throat without asking. He never tore his eyes from you, staring at you with open desire.
Daeron was truly no better. He would offer you a seat beside him. It was your small refuge from a certain person. He makes a jest one or two. But he too stared a little too long, a little too intensely. And it was there where Aerion noticed something he should have seen quite a while ago. His brother wanted you as well. How could he have missed it?
Daeron only looks up when he felt it. Aerion’s glare from across the room. There was a brief moment of exchange that said a hundred words. Daeron turns his gaze to your face again as if nothing happened. He leans closer, lips almost brushing near your ears to whisper something. You chuckle politely and when Daeron glances up again; Aerion was gone.
There were no words to describe Aerion’s fury at the realization. His brother, of all people, of course it had to be him. Aerion corners you the second he finds you alone, pressing you back against the cold stone walls. “Did you fuck him?” So blunt you didn’t even have a second to gather your thoughts. His eyes almost look crazed, you swear you haven’t as his fingers dig into your arms. Even if it had only been a kiss. Even if it was merely a kiss on the cheek. Aerion wouldn't have it.
You are his, he has already said it. You will choose him. Anything less would be a betrayal. And Aerion utters the same words to Daeron, he makes no attempt of civility or subtlety. Telling his brother, he will do what he does best, move along and “lay in the mud” as he always does. Daeron does not rise to the insult, “Yours?” he asks mildly. “I don’t recall you ever formally declaring your courtship to her. Father certainly does not know.”
Aerion tightens his jaw, biting back a retort. “So is she truly years,” Daeron continues, “When she has so many suitors waiting in line?’ “Are you one of them?” Aerion demands, cutting to the chase. Daeron hums, pretending to consider even when they both know the answer. “Well she prefers my company far more than yours, brother.” Aerion’s hands curled into fists at his side. For a single moment, he looks as if he’ll strike him and perhaps he nearly does.
Daeron is not stupid in all of this. There is no way to come out of this unscathed. He knows Aerion can be quite the monster. He’s reckless, destructive, willing to ruin him and everyone else if it meant having you. Hell, Aerion may destroy you himself if you dared to reject him. The better choice is to just hand you over to Aerion.
But the thought makes him ache more than he cares to admit. There will be a day where you wed his brother and he’d have to see you bear his children. Forced to act indifferent at the feasts and suppers you shall attend together. Left pondering what could have been. Left to lie awake at night imagining what your lips would feel against his. No, that decision would be his very torment. So Daeron does something most unexpected. He approaches Aerion not as a rival but as a brother; proposing an arrangement that would satisfy them both.
One cannot imagine your bewilderment as you are taken nudged along into a hidden chamber by the two brothers. Aerion stands before you while Daeron lounges in the seat beside you. “You will have me,” Aerion demands. And the way he says it as if it’s an order, as if you can’t refuse. Daeron coughs under his breath and Aerion pauses just briefly clicking his tongue against his teeth, “You will have us,” he clarifies. Daeron’s hand hovers over yours briefly before letting it rest there, “We both want you,” he says.
Aerion demands an answer right away, he doesn’t want a flick of hesitation or doubt. Daeron’s hand moves to your face, a thumb brushing your cheek. “Just accept it,” he murmurs, “We will not harm you.” It's not a decision you can just walk from, not here, not alone with just the two of them. If Aerion had you alone, it would be suffering for you and for Daeron. If Daeron had you alone, Aerion would never allow you to live in content. And to reject them both? What were you left to do then accept the offer.
Daeron allows his brother the privilege of claiming your maidenhood. He won’t fight him on that, for he shall have you countless nights after. And Aerion is all the eager to ravish you. He’ll hand you right back to his brother’s arms. But what a shame his brother won’t be the first to gaze upon your bare skin. Won’t be the first to touch your tender nips till they stiffen under his touch.
Won’t be the first to sink his fingers between your legs, to discover the slick heat. Won’t be the first to know how tightly you feel around him as he fills you to the brim as you helplessly cling to his shoulders. When Aerion spills inside you, he grips your hips too tight to bruise. You are left taking your breath, his seed mixed with a little bit of your blood damping your thighs and the sheets below. “My brother will have to content himself with what little remains.”
When it’s Daeron's turn, you’re already exhausted. Watching as he unfastens his clothes, his bare body lies next to you. He takes you in his arms. And Daeron kisses you, his tongue prods the crease between your lips before his mouth enveloped yours. Your lips were dry, your throat aching with the way Aerion made you cry out. His fingers slide down to the entrance between your legs – you whine a little too loud. It's so sore down there from how Aerion ravished you and you are also quite embarrassed to find yourself still aroused. “Look at you,” he chuckles against your lips, “you got it in you for one more.” His fingers move in and out of your cunt.
His lips move to leave hot open-mouthed kisses along your skin, from your warm cheeks to that sensitive side of your neck where a mark already resides from his brother. He pauses to suck on it gently and you can’t help but hiss. And then he pulls his fingers away and you whine at the loss of touch. Daeron moves down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses down from the valley of your breasts to your belly until he reaches between your legs. His eyes lock into yours as he settles your trembling legs over his shoulders.
Then his mouth is on your cunt, your body jolts but the prince holds you in place. His tongue moving up and down your walls, lapping at your cunt as if you were a fine meal. Already sensitive and overstimulated, you came quickly, crying out his name as your thighs clenched around his head. Daeron moans at the taste of you. He rises, knees resting on the bed, stroking his cock a few times before sliding it between your legs. Pressing you down with his body, leaving you caged against the mattress. Daeron rolls his hips slowly at first, resting his forehead on yours, his breath coming in harsh pants before he quickens his pace.
Aerion still persists with his “she is mine” declarations. Even when Daeron has claimed you more times than one can count. Aerion’s jealousy is one of a dragon; an all consuming fire, showing in the days he has you. Covering your body with love bruises and bite marks. But Daeron simply kisses Aerion’s little patterns of evidence tenderly, “You would think my brother was a hound with how he goes at you,” before still taking you all the same. And on the days Aerion has you after, he knows which are his and which belongs to his brother. The hickies on your inner thighs, the marks on your breasts when Daeron sucked them. Aerion is quick to try to cover them with his own.
As said, Aerion cannot be subtle even if he tried. He can’t stand to see you entertain any company, even his brother’s. Daeron uses his older son status to have you sit beside him at feasts. Aerion merely glares at you both from across the table. It's the few moments Daeron allows himself to poke at the dragon. Risking to plant a light kiss against your neck when no one's looking. And then his fingers lift your gown just enough to slide them between your legs. You gasp, softly grabbing his forearm for support, the very arm that belongs to the two fingers burying itself in your heat.Biting your lip to hold back the moans threatening to escape, squirming in your seat. When you glance back at Aerion, you see he hasn’t torn his eyes away not even once. Not even when Daeron brings you to your release, thighs trembling as you bite the inside of your cheek till it bleeds to keep from crying out.
Aerion takes his revenge soon the moment the three of you are alone. Aerion orders you to sit on his lap. And when you hesitate, worried a guard or a servant might walk in, or anyone in the matter. “I won’t say it again. Sit.” Daeron is on the other side of the lounge with a wine in hand, staring at his brother with curiosity. The second you are on his lap, Aerion immediately pulls you in for a kiss. His tongue demands entry; plunging it inside your mouth to tangle with yours in a messy dance. Aerion unlaces himself, releasing his cock into the open, placing your hand there. You know what’s expected of you. Wrapping your fingers around him, moving up and down. Aerion can’t help the groans that sound muffled against your mouth. His eyes lock with Daeron’s over your shoulder, who seems to be in a trance. Not tearing his eyes from the sight before him.
The brothers have taken you in all sorts of places. There is not a location in Summerhall left unscathed. It’s a miracle how their father hasn’t caught on to all of this. From the many sneakings to each other’s chambers. To the lovely lakes at Summerhall where you and Daeron drunkenly jumped in nude deep in the night. Where you then made love on the ground at the water’s edge, the soft grass underneath as you clumsingly wrap your legs around his waists; both of you giggling breathlessly between kisses. Having to wash again after to erase the evidence of your coupling activities.
Or the gardens in an area where the bushes are big and plentiful providing just enough cover. Where Aerion has you bent over, your hands pressed against the tree trunk. Moans and groans can be heard if one walks back by. As he pulls your rear back to meet his quick punishing thrusts. You cling to the tree, fingers digging into the rough bark.
Or one of the storage rooms; was it for armory or healing supplies? You couldn’t recall, not when Daeron’s face was buried between your legs. Soft moans released from your lips as you hold into whatever shelf is behind you to keep yourself upright. The other hand clutches his sandy brown hair, pulling him closer to your mound as you ride his face.
Or Aerion pretending to walk you late at night to your chambers, but he had seen you entertain some foolish lord and just couldn't wait. Dragged underneath the stone staircase where it’s dark. Aerion hastily removes his trousers and you know to hike up your skirts and open your legs. His thrusts are rough and harsh, driven by jealous fury. At some points, he slows when he hears someone walking up or down the stairs above you. He clasps a hand over your mouth but Aerion doesn’t stop. He keeps moving while your eyes stare at him wide with fear of getting caught.
It’s not often that the brothers share you but when they do it’s just as overwhelming as one can imagine. Daeron is typically content to be the voyeur. He’ll drink from his cup as he watches his brother thrust into you, cock so deep inside as you throw your head back. The sounds of moans, of skin on skin can be heard throughout the chamber. Daeron sometimes pulls you in for a kiss, his mouth tastes of sweet wine as he swallows all your pretty sounds. At other times he’s content suckling on your breast, taking your nipple into his mouth. Meanwhile, Aerion is between your legs who, like his brother, is a messy eater. Your arousal drips down his chin as his tongue drags against your sensitive folds.
Unlike Daeron, Aerion doesn’t stay content being a watcher for long. He sits for a few moments before he is out of his seat. Whether it's Daeron’s mouth on your clit or his cock sliding in and out of your cunt, Aerion is already reaching for your hand to wrap around his length, making you stroke him. He even urges you to suck his cock, guiding your head towards him. And he’s eager to take his brother’s place when it's done, almost shoving Daeron aside to slide his dick inside you. Mixed with his brother’s seed and your release, easing in it is so much easier, He mocks Daeron for eating you out after, but Aerion would be lying if he claims it didn’t arouse him to see his brother kiss you with those same lips, sharing the taste of all of them.
When the brothers decide to penetrate you at the same time, it’s because Aerion was too impatient to wait for his turn and just wants to bury himself inside you. Your mouth and hands do so little to satisfy him at this moment. There you were, riding Daeron, both of you lost in pleasure. Your face buried in his neck, his hands on your waist holding you as he rolls his hips up to meet yours. Aerion approaches from behind, his hands groping your ass kneading the flesh before spreading you apart. You feel the blunt blunt head of his cock pressing against your other entrance, jolting forward with a gasp. It’s all too much. You didn’t even think this was possible, being filled so wholly. Tears prickle from your ear, but Daeron shushes you with a deep kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth to muffle your sobs. Aerion slides his cock all the way inside, each inch feeling tortuous. Aerion stops for a moment, maybe his own way of giving you mercy to adjust.
Then he starts moving his hips, slowly at first, then faster. The slap of your ass meeting his pelvis mixing with the wet sounds of Daeron’s dick sliding in and out of your gleaming folds. You and Daeron share loud moans between desperate kisses. Already so sensitive, you’ve already reached your peak, crying out between them. Daeron follows soon after. Whimpering as you feel his cum fill up your throbbing cunt. Still, Aerion hasn’t reached his release, continuing his harsh pace, chasing his own pleasure. Your moans sound so broken at this point, voice growing hoarse. Daeron beneath you can’t hold back his whimpers. Sounds escape Aerion too. At how tight you feel. Gods, it's as if you were made for him. For both of them. When he finally cums, his body falters, almost falling over. Taking deep breaths laying his hands on the mattress at either side of Daeron’s head, sweat beads trickling down his forehead, before he pulls away.
Aftercare isn’t exactly their forte. Aerion doesn’t bother with it much. His way of doing it is just a bath with the two of you. Where he does make you ride him, if he is still in the mood which is often. Leaning his head against the tub as he guides your hips to move up and down on his cock. The water sloshing over the sides. Daeron on the other hand just lays content for a bit. His eye peeking at you from the corner as you bring a wet rag to clean the mess down there. He’ll let you cuddle to his side after, if you wish. For Daeron, it’s easier to slip away. Everyone is used to the prince going missing more often than not, so at times he just stays in your chambers until morning where he must slip away before your servants come in.
Besides the many days and nights spent with you in passion. They care for you in their own ways. Aerion loves to spoil you despite this whole arrangement being a secret. He just can't help himself, Daeron jests. As Aerion gifts you jewelry or fabrics that seem to match the colors of his house. Daeron has gifted you a lovely bangle once and he tries not to show his content when he sees you wearing it in front of everyone.
At feasts, Aerion always asks for your first dance. Seeing the look on his face when he knows he must give you up for another man to dance with. When you’re too tired, sitting down when everyone is too distracted with wine and with one another. Daeron will slide next to you, holding your hand from underneath the table. When feeling bold making sure no one’s looking, he’ll press a quick kiss to your palms. He does move away when his father gives him a questioning look.
As said, most days they each take their own turns and sometimes they respect the agreement. Sometimes. Times with Aerion walking in the chambers already removing his brooches and unlacing his shirt, “Move over, you’ve had her for hours now,” he’ll say. Only for Daeron, who shows no sign of moving replies with, “And you, brother, had her this morrow, the day before, and the day before that.”
In rare moments they have a truce. Aerion has you lying on his side, an arm over you. His hand on your waist and when he’s feeling cheeky will slide a hand down to grope your ass. Most of your lower body lays over Daeron, where a hand rests on your leg, sometimes sliding his hands further up your legs to make you squirm. The two brothers in those rare moments of peace, talk of matters such as their father, the tournaments or feasts being planned, the lord that made a fool of himself today or demand kisses from you on occasion.
Both brothers share a streak of jealousy and frankly, Daeron is willing to let Aerion do all the work. It makes it so much easier for him. He lets Aerion be the one to shoo away all your suitors, bribe and scare them away. And it's not beneath Daeron to mock anyone who tries to woo you in front of him, all in good jest, of course. The talks of marriage had been brought up between the brothers but they let it die down. Westeros only allowed one exception and that was Aegon the conqueror. Even Maegor the Cruel paid for such acts.
Many have been entangled with passionate love affairs. But with two princes who feel so strongly for you with the blood of the dragon flowing through them. It’s certainly a unique position to find oneself in. It lasted longer than anyone expected, and it was well for a time. But servants, guards, stable boys, ladies, and nobles all have eyes. And people talk. The princes have been seen near your chambers, have been seen walking you, riding with you, entertaining you at feasts. It’s too much of a coincidence. No one dares to accuse Aerion Targaryen of impropriety or scandalous acts and no one dares to cross Daeron. He is not his brother, but he is just as much as a prince. The gods only know what would occur if words reach Prince’s Maekar’s ears.
