Fire Of Passion - Aegon Targaryen x Twinsister!Reader.
Summary : Despite your love for him, being Aegon’s betrothed was no easy feat. His wandering nature often drove you to anger, jealousy, and despair. The nights when he stumbled into the Keep reeking of wine and sin were endless. Yet, somehow, you always found yourself forgiving him, pulled back by the way his silver hair glimmered in the firelight or the softness of his lips against yours as he murmured promises of change.
Word Count : 13k
Warning : Teasing, P in V, edging, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulated, aegon being sub, fingering, rough sex, public sex (kinda).
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The early morning light filtered softly through the heavy drapes of the Red Keep as you made your way to Aegon’s chambers. Your heart pounded with a mixture of anger, hurt, and a lingering sense of betrayal. The sound of your maid’s quiet sobs outside your door had confirmed what you feared: Aegon had yet again overstepped the bounds of decency, disregarding the love and trust you had tried so desperately to maintain between you.
As you approached his door, you took a deep breath, steadying yourself before pushing it open without knocking. The familiar scent of wine and stale air hit you as you entered, and there he was—Aegon, sprawled lazily across his bed, the evidence of his indulgences scattered around the room.
“Aegon,” you said, your voice cold and firm, startling him awake. His bleary eyes blinked open, and he sat up slowly, a look of confusion turning into one of guilt as he recognized the fury in your gaze.
“Love —” he began, but you cut him off sharply.
“Don’t,” you hissed, stepping closer, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, Aegon. Not this time.”
He sighed heavily, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and rubbing his face. “I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean to?” you interrupted, your voice rising in anger. “How many times have I heard that from you? You didn’t mean to hurt me, you didn’t mean to disgrace me, but you keep doing it.”
Aegon looked away, guilt shadowing his features. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I know I’ve messed up.”
“Messed up?” You laughed bitterly. “You’ve done more than just ‘mess up.’ Do you have any idea what it feels like to have a servant cry to me about how you forced her to your bed?”
“I was drunk,” Aegon defended weakly, standing and trying to approach you, but you stepped back, the sting of his actions too fresh. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Drunk or not, it doesn’t excuse what you did!” you exclaimed, your hands trembling at your sides. “You are a prince, Aegon. You have responsibilities, to me, to our family. Do you think this is what I signed up for? To be humiliated, over and over again?”
“I know I’ve hurt you,” Aegon said, his voice low and filled with remorse. “I hate myself for it. I love you, and I don’t know why I do these things. I don’t know how to stop.”
Your heart clenched at his words, the pain in his voice conflicting with the anger in your heart. “If you love me, Aegon, then show it. Stop hurting me. Stop hurting yourself.”
Aegon reached for your hand, his grip gentle yet desperate. “I want to change. I’ll do whatever it takes. Just… don’t give up on me.”
You looked into his eyes, searching for the sincerity you so desperately wanted to believe in. “This is the last time, Aegon. I mean it. If you can’t change, if you won’t try, then I can’t stay.”
“I will,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion. “I swear to you, I’ll be better.”
You nodded slowly, the ache in your heart easing just a little. “Then prove it. Not with words, but with actions.”
As you turned to leave, Aegon caught your hand, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “I will,” he whispered. “For you, for us.”
You allowed yourself a brief moment of solace in his arms, hoping against hope that this time, he would keep his word.
You felt your body soften in Aegon's arms, the tension slowly dissipating as you let out a long, shaky breath. His embrace was warm, familiar, and for a moment, it almost felt like everything might be okay. Aegon's lips brushed against your ear, his breath hot as he whispered, "Stay a little longer, won't you? Join me for a bath."
His request was gentle, almost pleading, and you couldn't help the small, soft laugh that escaped your lips. The anger that had been simmering just moments ago melted away, replaced by a warmth that only he could ignite.
You felt the unmistakable press of his cock against you, a clear sign that your presence, even in anger, had stirred something in him. He always had a way of finding your fiery temper irresistible, and you knew it.
"Aegon," you murmured, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes, still tinged with remorse, now held a glimmer of mischief.
"You're impossible." He grinned, his hands lingering at your waist as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your neck. "I can't help it. You're even more hot when you're angry."
You rolled your eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite yourself. "Flattery won't get you anywhere this time."
"Won't it?" Aegon teased, his voice low and seductive. He kissed your shoulder, trailing his lips along your collarbone. "Stay, just for a little while."
You bit your lip, momentarily tempted by his touch, but you knew better. "As much as l'd love to, I can't. Mother's waiting for me."
Aegon groaned softly, his arms tightening around you as if reluctant to let go. "She can wait a little longer."
You laughed again, placing a hand on his chest to gently push him back. "No, Aegon. I've kept her waiting long enough."
He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. "Fine," he relented, though his disappointment was evident. "But tonight... you're mine."
Your heart fluttered at the possessiveness in his tone, and you nodded. "Tonight."
With a final, lingering kiss on your lips, Aegon released you, watching as you stepped away. "Don't keep me waiting too long," he called after you as you made your way to the door.
"I won't," you promised, casting him a fond smile over your shoulder before slipping out of the room.
As you walked through the corridors of the Red Keep, the echoes of your conversation with Aegon lingered in your mind. There was still a long way to go, but for the first time in a while, you felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, things could be different.
As you entered your mother’s chambers, the warm light filtering through the windows highlighted the intricate tapestries and elegant furnishings. Your sister, Helaena, sat beside your mother, engrossed in a discussion with the royal seamstress. Swatches of fabric in shades of gold and emerald lay spread across the table, and the delicate beading of your wedding gown caught the light as the seamstress adjusted it on a nearby mannequin.
Helaena’s face lit up as she saw you. “Oh, there you are! We were just discussing the final touches on your gown. Isn’t it beautiful?”
You gave the dress a cursory glance, the weight of the upcoming nuptials pressing on your mind. With a playful, yet slightly sarcastic smirk, you remarked, “I’m sure it’s lovely. Not that it’ll matter much after the ceremony when Aegon will be more interested in getting me out of it.”
The room fell into a brief, stunned silence. Helaena stifled a giggle behind her hand, while the seamstress suddenly found the hem of the gown incredibly fascinating. Alicent, however, fixed you with a sharp, disapproving glare.
“Must you always be so improper?” she chided, her tone stern but tinged with exasperation. “This is a sacred ceremony, a union blessed by the gods. You should show more respect.”
You shrugged nonchalantly, moving to the chaise and reclining comfortably. “Oh, Mother, don’t be so serious. The gods have had plenty of opportunities to bless this union.”
Alicent’s lips pressed into a thin line, her knuckles whitening as she clasped her hands tightly in her lap. “You should conduct yourself with dignity and decorum, especially now. The eyes of the court will be on you.”
You softened slightly, recognizing the worry in her eyes. “I understand, Mother. I’m sorry if I offended you. It’s just… Aegon and I have always had a more… informal way of expressing our affections.”
Alicent sighed, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. “I know, but appearances are important. Especially for you both. The realm needs to see unity, strength, and propriety.”
Helaena, sensing the need to lighten the mood, chimed in with a gentle smile. “Besides, you’ll look like a queen in this gown. Aegon won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”
You chuckled softly, reaching out to squeeze Helaena’s hand. “He never does, no matter what I’m wearing.”
Alicent’s expression softened at your exchange, her maternal pride shining through her worry. “Just promise me you’ll try to behave during the ceremony. For the family’s sake.”
You nodded, meeting her gaze with sincerity. “I promise, Mother. I’ll do my best to make you proud.”
Satisfied, Alicent turned back to the seamstress, resuming their discussion about the final alterations. As you watched her, a pang of guilt tugged at your heart. You knew your playful irreverence often caused her worry, but it was your way of coping with the pressures of your impending role as Aegon’s wife. Still, you resolved to temper your wit with grace, at least for the sake of those who cared for you.
As the conversation continued around you, you leaned back, allowing yourself a moment of peace, knowing that soon, the weight of the crown would rest upon your shoulders.
You leaned back lazily on the chaise, your fingers idly tracing patterns on the soft fabric as your mother, Alicent, meticulously examined a selection of ornate headpieces laid out before her. She moved with a determined grace, her eyes scanning each intricate design, from gold filigree adorned with emeralds to delicate silver circlets set with sapphires. Her determination to make your wedding with Aegon a grand affair was evident in every careful decision she made.
“This one,” she murmured, lifting a diadem encrusted with shimmering green and gold gems. “It will complement the gown beautifully, and it symbolizes the strength of our house.”
You sighed softly, watching her with a mixture of affection and resignation. You knew that, for Alicent, this wedding was more than a union of love—it was a statement, a declaration of power and legacy. “Mother, does it truly matter which headpiece I wear? Aegon will hardly notice, and the court will have their opinions regardless.”
Alicent turned to you, her gaze steady but softened by a hint of concern. “It matters because you are not just marrying Aegon. You are a princess of the Seven Kingdoms, daughter of the king and queen. This wedding must be a testament to the strength of our house, to the purity of your Valyrian blood.”
You shifted slightly, the weight of her words pressing down on you. “I understand the importance, Mother. But sometimes, it feels like this wedding is more about politics than love.”
Alicent’s expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. She moved to sit beside you, placing a gentle hand on yours. “I know you love Aegon. And he loves you, in his way. But there is more at stake than just your happiness. Your marriage secures the future of our house, strengthens our claim, and ensures the legacy of our bloodline.”
You nodded slowly, understanding the weight of her intentions but still feeling the tug of frustration. “I love him, Mother. I truly do. But I also know that if I hadn’t agreed to this marriage, Father might have conceded to Rhaenyra’s request to marry me to Jace. And that was something you could never allow.”
Alicent’s jaw tightened, and she looked away, her hands clasping in her lap. “Rhaenyra has always sought to undermine our family, to claim what is rightfully yours and Aegon’s. I could not stand by and let that happen. Your union with Aegon solidifies our position, our power.”
You leaned forward, capturing her gaze with yours. “I understand why you did it. But sometimes, I wonder… what would have happened if I had been betrothed to Jace? Would we have found a different path to peace?”
Alicent shook her head firmly. “There is no peace with Rhaenyra. Not while she vies for the throne. Your marriage to Aegon ensures our survival. It’s not just about love, it’s about duty.”
A heavy silence fell between you, the unspoken tensions of the past lingering in the air. Finally, you sighed, offering a faint smile. “I do love Aegon, Mother. And I will do my duty. But I hope, in time, we can find a way to bridge the divide in our family.”
Alicent’s eyes softened, and she reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope for the same, my dear. More than anything, I want you to be happy. And I believe that, together, you and Aegon can bring strength and unity to our house.”
You leaned into her touch, finding comfort in her presence despite the weight of her expectations. “I’ll do my best, for you, for Aegon, and for our family.”
Alicent smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “That’s all I ask.”
As you both sat in the quiet of the chamber, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls, you felt a renewed sense of resolve. Your marriage to Aegon was more than a union of love—it was a battle for the future of your house, a fight you were determined to win.
The sun had set, casting a warm, golden glow over the Red Keep as you made your way to your chambers. Your mother, had released you from her meticulous planning session, but only briefly. She had made it clear you were expected to join her for supper in her private solar, a family gathering meant to discuss the final arrangements for your upcoming wedding to Aegon.
After bathing and slipping into a fresh gown—a deep green silk adorned with subtle gold embroidery—you made your way down the familiar corridors, your footsteps echoing softly against the stone floors. The palace was alive with the muted hum of evening activity, servants bustling about, and the occasional murmur of conversation floating through the air.
As you approached the entrance to your mother’s solar, the soft murmur of voices reached your ears. You pushed open the heavy wooden door, stepping into the warm, inviting space illuminated by a cluster of candles and the flickering light of the hearth.
Inside, the scene was both familiar and comforting. Your mother sat at one end of the table, her posture graceful and poised, engaged in a quiet conversation with Helaena. They were discussing the floral arrangements and decorations for the wedding, their voices a gentle hum of excitement and anticipation. Helaena, with her dreamy expression, nodded along, her delicate fingers toying with a small bunch of lavender.
On the other side of the room, Aegon lounged in a chair, a goblet of wine cradled in his hand. His face was flushed with the warmth of the drink, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he exchanged words with Aemond, who stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, his expression as stoic as ever.
You entered quietly, your presence noted by Aegon, who lifted his gaze and offered you a lopsided grin. “Ah, the bride-to-be has graced us with her presence,” he drawled, raising his goblet in a mock toast.
You arched a brow, making your way over to him. “Is that your first or third goblet of the evening, Aegon?”
Aegon chuckled, taking a long sip. “Does it matter love? It’s a celebration, after all"
“A celebration that hasn’t happened yet,” you reminded him, though your tone was light. You glanced at Aemond, who offered you a subtle nod in acknowledgment.
“Mother insisted on this supper,” Aemond interjected, his voice calm and measured. “She wants everything to be perfect.”
“Of course she does,” you replied, moving to sit beside Aegon. “Perfection is her forte.”
Alicent looked up from her conversation, her eyes softening as she observed the interaction. “I want this wedding to be memorable,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “For both of you. It is not just a union, but a symbol of the strength and unity of our house.”
You met her gaze, offering a small smile. “We appreciate everything you’re doing, Mother.”
Helaena chimed in, her voice airy and melodic. “The flowers will be beautiful. White roses and lilacs, with touches of gold ribbon. It will look like a dream.”
Aegon leaned closer to you, his breath warm against your ear. “A dream, indeed,” he whispered, the mischief in his eyes unmistakable. “But I’m more interested in what comes after the wedding.”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes, gently elbowing him. “Behave yourself, Aegon.”
He laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Only if you promise to keep me entertained.”
The supper proceeded with a mixture of light-hearted banter and serious discussion. Alicent’s attention to detail was evident in every aspect, from the seating arrangements to the choice of music. Aemond contributed thoughtfully, offering strategic suggestions on security and logistics, while Helaena continued to dreamily discuss the aesthetics.
As the evening wore on, you found yourself relaxing, the tension from earlier dissipating in the warmth of your family’s presence. Despite the complexities and challenges that lay ahead, for this moment, you were simply a daughter, a sister, and a bride-to-be, surrounded by those you loved most.
The meal was a lavish affair, the table laden with dishes that smelled as divine as they looked. You sat beside Aegon, attempting to focus on your food and the polite conversation around you. Alicent was discussing the final guest list with Helena, while Aemond offered a few terse comments about security.
But your concentration was waning.
Aegon's hand had found its way under the table, resting on your thigh. At first, it was a gentle presence, a reassuring touch meant to calm your nerves. But as the minutes passed, his fingers began to trace slow, deliberate circles, inching higher with each pass. The warmth of his hand against your skin sent a flush of heat through your body, your breath hitching slightly.
You speared a piece of meat on your plate, bringing it to your mouth in an attempt to stifle the soft moan that threatened to escape. Aegon, seemingly unfazed, continued his conversation with Aemond, discussing the details of the upcoming wedding as if his hand wasn't setting your body on fire beneath the table.
"The banners should reflect the combined strength of our house," Aemond was saying, his tone serious. "Black and red, to honor our Targaryen heritage."
"Indeed," Aegon replied, his voice smooth. His thumb pressed into your thigh, making you grip the edge of the table tightly. "And gold, to represent our status as rulers."
You closed your eyes for a moment, struggling to control your breathing. Each subtle movement of Aegon's hand sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you bit your lip to keep from making a sound. He was utterly shameless, his fingers slipping ever so slightly higher, teasing the sensitive bud just beneath your small cloth.
Alicent turned her attention to you, her smile warm. "What do you think, dear? About the color scheme?"
You opened your eyes, swallowing hard before offering a strained smile. "I think... it sounds perfect, Mother."
Aegon's fingers pressed just a bit harder, and you nearly dropped your fork. Your heart pounded in your chest as you fought to maintain your composure. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You're doing so well, love" he whispered, his tone laced with amusement.
You shot him a warning glance, but the twinkle in his eyes told you he was thoroughly enjoying your predicament. His hand continued its maddening exploration, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You gripped your napkin, twisting it in your lap as you struggled to keep from moaning aloud.
Just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink, Aegon withdrew his hand. The absence of his touch was both a relief and a cruel disappointment. Your body ached with unfulfilled desire, and you exhaled shakily, glaring at him from the corner of your eye.
Aegon, ever the tease, simply smirked and took a leisurely sip of his wine, acting as if nothing had happened. He returned to his conversation with Aemond, leaving you flustered and frustrated.
As the meal continued, you did your best to regain your composure, though your mind was already plotting how to repay Aegon for his teasing later that night.
The warm glow of the torches in your mother's solar illuminated the room as you sat across from your mother, her voice steady as she went over the finer details of your upcoming wedding. Helaena sat to your side, absentmindedly twirling a strand of her pale hair while humming softly to herself. The mood was peaceful, but your thoughts were anything but.
Your mind drifted to the earlier moment at the dinner table, the warmth of Aegon's hand on your thigh, the way his touch had teased you and left you craving more. You barely heard Alicent's words as they blended into the background, replaced by the memory of his whisper against your ear. Your body still tingled with the remnants of his teasing.
"Are you even listening?" Alicent's sharp voice cut through your reverie, jolting you back to the present.
Your head snapped up, and you saw her frowning at you, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "I-yes, Mother, I'm listening," you stammered, though the guilty flush on your cheeks likely betrayed you.
She was asking if you preferred red or gold accents on the canopy," Alicent said, her tone tinged with exasperation. "It's an important decision. These are the final touches that will be remembered."
You blinked, struggling to focus. "Gold," you said quickly, hoping that was the right answer. "Gold will complement everything beautifully."
Helena giggled softly, her dreamy smile never fading. "You're thinking of something else, aren't you? Or someone else."
Your cheeks burned hotter, and you shot her a glare. "Don't be ridiculous, Helaena."
Alicent sighed, setting down the fabric samples in her hand. "You've been distracted all evening. This is your wedding we're planning. Surely you understand how important this is."
"I do," you said, nodding quickly. "I'm just... tired, Mother. It's been a long day, and I want to be sure l'm giving this the attention it deserves."
Alicent's expression softened slightly, though there was still a trace of disapproval in her eyes. "Very well. We can continue this tomorrow morning. But I expect you to be more present. This is not just about you; it's about the legacy of our house."
"Yes, Mother," you said, rising from your seat.
"Thank you for understanding." Helena watched you with an amused tilt of her head as you made your way to the door.
"Sleep well, sister," she said in her lilting tone. "And try not to dream too much of Aegon."
You gave her another sharp look, but she only laughed softly, returning her attention to the embroidery in her lap. Alicent dismissed you with a wave, already engrossed in discussing floral arrangements with Helaena.
As you stepped out of the solar and into the dimly lit corridor, you released a heavy sigh. The air was cool against your flushed skin, and you allowed yourself a moment to breathe. Your thoughts, however, were already racing ahead, wondering if Aegon was waiting for you in your chambers. With a shake of your head, you began the walk back to your room, determined to face whatever teasing or mischief awaited you.
The door to your chamber creaked softly as you pushed it open, stepping inside to find Aegon lounging on the bed, his silver hair catching the light of the flickering candles. He looked entirely at ease, leaning back against the headboard with a sly grin playing on his lips, one hand resting on his knee.
As soon as his violet eyes met yours, he straightened slightly. "Lock the door," he said, his voice low and inviting.
You hesitated for a moment, but the look he gave you left no room for argument. With a small sigh, you turned and slid the bolt into place before walking toward him. The sound of your soft footsteps on the stone floor seemed to echo in the stillness of the room.
When you reached the bed, Aegon wasted no time. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer until you were standing between his knees. He gazed up at you, his smirk softening into something more affectionate. "You were so good tonight," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Obedient, even."
You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress the warmth that spread through your cunt at his praise. "Obedient? Is that what you call it?"
"Yes," he teased, leaning forward to rest his chin against your stomach, his fingers drawing small circles against your sides. "You didn't complain, didn't lash out-at least not publicly."
You threaded your fingers through his hair, the silky strands sliding easily through your touch.
"And what about you, Aegon?" you countered, your tone sharp but playful. "What do you call your behavior at supper? Teasing me like that and then leaving me to suffer?"
His smirk returned, mischievous and unapologetic. "Ah, that," he said, tilting his head to kiss the fabric of your dress where it clung to your hip. "That was just a little fun. You looked so beautiful struggling to stay composed. It's a sight I'll treasure."
You groaned, tugging his hair lightly in frustration, though you couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you. "You're insufferable," you muttered, though your tone lacked true venom.
"And you love me for it," he replied, his arms tightening around you. He nuzzled against your stomach, his lips brushing faintly over the fabric. "But you're right. I left something unfinished, didn't I?"
You looked down at him, your heart racing at the way his eyes glinted in the dim candlelight. "More than something," you said pointedly. "You're the one who started it, Aegon."
He chuckled, the vibration of it sending a shiver through you. "Then I suppose I owe it to you to finish what I started," he murmured, his voice dripping with promise.
But before he could do anything, you tugged his face up gently, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Don't think you're getting off so easily," you said. "You're going to pay for teasing me like that."
Aegon's smirk widened as he let you guide him, leaning into your touch as though he would happily follow wherever you led. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he said, his voice a soft hum as his hands began to trail upward, brushing against your back.
"You're impossible," you whispered, leaning closer as his lips hovered near yours, a breath away.
"And you adore me for it," he replied, his voice low and teasing. Then his lips met yours, and the world melted away as you gave in to the undeniable pull of him, forgetting for the moment all your frustration, your teasing words forgotten as you surrendered to the warmth of his embrace.
As your lips melded with Aegon's, you could feel his smirk against your mouth, his confidence as palpable as ever. But tonight, you weren't going to let him have the upper hand. Slowly, deliberately, you guided him back onto the plush bedding. He complied without resistance, his gaze locked on yours, curious and expectant.
The flickering candlelight cast shadows across his sharp features as you reached for the soft silk cloth draped at the edge of the bed. Aegon raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking in amusement. "What's this?" he murmured, his tone laced with intrigue.
"You like playing games, don't you?" you replied, your voice low and teasing. "Well, it's my turn now."
Before he could respond, you captured his wrists and guided them above his head. His violet eyes widened slightly, though the smirk remained firmly in place. "You're full of surprises tonight," he said, his voice husky as he allowed you to tie his hands securely to the ornate headboard.
"Stay still," you instructed, your tone firm but playful as you tightened the knot just enough to ensure he couldn't escape. "You're not in control anymore, Aegon."
He chuckled, though there was a flicker of vulnerability in his expression. "And what exactly are you planning to do, my fiery little twins?"
You leaned in, letting your lips hover just above his. "Make you pay for earlier," you whispered, your breath brushing against his mouth. Then, without another word, you pulled back, ignoring the frustrated groan that escaped him.
Standing at the foot of the bed, you began to undo the laces of your gown, deliberately taking your time. The silk fabric slid off your shoulders with agonizing slowness, revealing inch by inch of your skin. Aegon's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with desire as he tugged lightly at his restraints, testing them.
"Gods, you're cruel," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. "You know exactly what you're doing to me.
You smiled coyly, letting the dress pool around your feet. "Oh, I know," you said, stepping closer but staying just out of reach. "You've had your fun teasing me, Aegon. Now it's your turn to feel helpless."
His gaze roamed over you, a mix of admiration and torment etched onto his face. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warned, though his voice betrayed his enjoyment of your control.
"Am I?" you asked innocently, climbing onto the bed and straddling his waist. You leaned down, your lips brushing lightly against his neck, his collarbone, before pulling back again, leaving him yearning for more.
Aegon groaned, his muscles straining as he tried to break free from the silk bindings.
"You're driving me mad," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "Untie me, and I'll show you exactly how mad."
You chuckled softly, running your fingertips down his chest, savoring the way his body reacted to your touch. "Not yet," you said, your tone teasing. "I want to hear you beg first."
His head fell back against the pillow, a low growl escaping him. "Beg? You've truly lost your mind if you think l'll-"
You silenced him by leaning in, your lips capturing his in a searing kiss. When you pulled away, his breathing was ragged, and his defiance had softened. "Please," he murmured at last, his voice almost a whisper.
Aegon tugged at the silk restraints around his wrists, his frustration growing by the second as he realized he was utterly at your mercy. His violet eyes burned with a mix of desire and exasperation as he looked up at you. "You're enjoying this far too much," he said through gritted teeth, his breath hitching when your fingers grazed his stomach.
You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Oh, I am. Did you think l'd just let you get away with teasing me earlier? You forget, dear brother, that we share the same blood. The same fire. The same madness." Your voice was low and sultry, and the way you trailed your fingers down his chest made him shiver.
Aegon groaned, tilting his head back against the pillow as you pressed a lingering kiss to his neck. "You're insufferable," he muttered, though the tremor in his voice betrayed just how much he was enjoying himself.
"And you love it," you shot back, a smirk playing on your lips. You shifted slightly, your body pressing closer to his, and he inhaled sharply, his restraint fraying with every passing moment.
"Let me touch you," he demanded, his voice thick with desperation. "I'll do anything. Just untie me."
You raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.
"Anything, you say?" you teased, running your hands down his sides. "But what if I prefer you like this? Helpless. Powerless. Completely at my mercy."
His jaw clenched, his pride warring with his need for you. "You're cruel," he growled, his muscles tensing as he tried once more to pull free. But the silk held firm, and his efforts only made his predicament all the more tantalizing.
"You think this is cruel?" you asked, leaning down to nip at the sensitive skin of his collarbone. He let out a low, guttural sound that sent a thrill through you. "This is nothing compared to the torment you put me through at supper."
Aegon's breathing grew heavier, his frustration palpable as you continued to tease him. "You've made your point," he admitted, his voice strained. "I was wrong to toy with you earlier. Now untie me, and I'll make it up to you."
You laughed softly, your lips ghosting over his as you murmured, "Not yet. I'm not finished with you." Your hand trailed lower, brushing against the growing evidence of his arousal.
He groaned again, his head falling back as he struggled against the restraints. "You're driving me mad," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't take this anymore."
You tilted your head, pretending to consider his plea. "Hmm," you mused, your fingers dancing along his skin. "I could untie you... or i could keep you like this a little longer. After all, it's not every day I get to see you so... vulnerable."
Aegon's eyes snapped open, and he glared at you, though the effect was diminished by the way his body betrayed him. "I'll get you back for this," he vowed, his voice laced with both frustration and a begrudging admiration.
"Oh, I don't doubt that," you replied, your smirk widening. "But for now, you're mine."
You moved with deliberate slowness, your fingers trailing down Aegon's thighs as you worked to remove his pants, your eyes never leaving his face. His frustration was palpable, his teeth clenched, and his violet eyes blazing with a mix of anger and longing. Every brush of your hand was intentional, every movement designed to tease him further.
"Gods, you're insufferable," he growled, his voice thick with pent-up desire. When your fingers accidentally-or purposefully-brushed against his hardened length, he let out a low, guttural groan, his hips jerking slightly in response.
You smirked, your own excitement growing as you saw the way he struggled against the silk binding his wrists. "Oh, poor Aegon," you teased, feigning sympathy as you finally freed him from his pants. "You look so... frustrated."
Aegon glared at you, his breathing uneven. "You'll pay for this," he promised, his voice low and dangerous, though the effect was somewhat undercut by the way he was practically writhing beneath you.
You laughed softly, your fingers tracing the muscles of his abdomen as you slowly crawled back over him. "Is that so?" you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear. "Because from where l'm sitting, it seems like you're the one paying."
He tugged at the restraints again, his muscles flexing, but the bindings held firm. "Untie me," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Let me touch you, or so help me, l'll-"
"You'll what?" you interrupted, a playful glint in your eyes as you straddled him. "Struggle harder? Moan louder?" You leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "Face it, brother, you're completely at my mercy."
Aegon growled in frustration, his head falling back against the pillow as you continued your assault on his senses. Your lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses along his chest, your tongue flicking over his sensitive skin. His body tensed beneath you, every muscle straining as he fought to maintain some semblance of control.
"You're driving me mad," he admitted through gritted teeth, his voice laced with both anger and desperation. "Is this what you wanted? To see me like this?" You paused, your lips hovering over his skin as you looked up at him with a wicked smile.
"Exactly," you purred. "And you look so beautiful when you're helpless, Aegon." His jaw tightened, and he glared down at you, though the effect was ruined by the way his body was betraying him. "When I get out of these restraints—"
"You'll what?" you interrupted again, pressing another kiss to his chest. "Tie me up? Take control?" You smirked, your hand brushing against his arousal again, drawing another tortured groan from him. "Oh, l'm counting on it."
Aegon's breathing grew heavier, his body arching into your touch as you continued to tease him. "Gods, you're impossible," he muttered, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"And you love it," you shot back, your voice full of confidence as you leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. For a moment, his frustration melted away, replaced by raw, unbridled passion. But when you pulled back, leaving him on the edge once again, his glare returned.
"You'll regret this," he promised, his voice low and dangerous.
You laughed softly, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Maybe," you admitted. "But for now, I'm enjoying every moment of it."
Your fingers moved with maddening precision, grazing against Aegon's cock just enough to send a shiver through him, but never enough to give him what he so clearly craved. His head fell back against the pillow, his lips parting as a low, frustrated groan escaped him. His wrists strained against the silk bindings, the muscles in his arms flexing as he struggled against the restraint.
"Gods," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "You're torturing me."
You tilted your head, a playful smile curving your lips as you leaned down, your breath warm against his ear. "Torture? Oh, Aegon," you whispered, your tone dripping with mock innocence, "this is just the beginning."
He opened his eyes, the frustration blazing in his violet gaze making your heart race. "Don't test me," he growled, his tone both a warning and a plea. "Untie me. Let me touch you."
You chuckled softly, running a single finger down his chest, tracing the faint scars and defined lines of his torso. "And miss out on seeing you like this?" you teased. "I don't think so."
Aegon groaned, his hips bucking slightly as your hand move slowly against his cock. His jaw tightened, and he turned his head to glare at you, though the effect was diminished by the way his body betrayed him, trembling under your touch.
His eyes darkened, and he bit down on his lip, trying to stifle another groan as you resumed your slow, deliberate movements. "Faster," he demanded, his voice strained. "For the love of the gods, go faster."
You shook your head, your smile widening. "Where's the fun in that?" you replied, your tone teasing. "You've always been so impatient, Aegon. Maybe this will teach you some restraint."
His response was a string of curses muttered under his breath, his chest heaving as you continued your torment. "You're going to regret this," he warned, though the quiver in his voice betrayed how close he was to breaking.
"Perhaps,'" you said, your voice soft as you leaned down, your lips brushing against his collarbone. "But for now, I'm enjoying myself."
His head snapped up, his gaze locking onto yours. "You're cruel," he hissed, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "But I'll make you pay for this. You know I will."
You laughed, your hand finally stilling for a moment as you met his gaze. "I look forward to it," you said, your voice a low purr. Then, with deliberate slowness, you resumed your movements, drawing another deep, shuddering groan from him.
"Gods, I hate you," he muttered, though the way his body arched into your touch told an entirely different story.
"And yet," you said, a playful lilt in your voice, "you're completely at my mercy."
Your moan loudly as you settled yourself fully onto him, your hands gripping Aegon's face firmly, forcing him to meet your gaze. His lips parted in a shaky gasp feeling how your walls squeezed him tightly, his violet eyes darkened with both frustration and need as they bore into yours. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his as a small, satisfied smirk curled on your lips.
"Not so fast," you whispered, your voice a Silken tease.
"Gods," Aegon groaned, his head tipping back against the pillows. His hands strained against the silk bindings at his wrists, the muscles in his arms flexing as if he could break free through sheer will alone. "You're tormenting me."
You chuckled softly, brushing your lips along his jawline, trailing kisses down to his neck.
"You deserve it," you murmured, your voice laced with a mix of amusement and punishment. "Do you think I forgot what you did? Do you think I'll let you off so easily?"
Aegon gritted his teeth, his hips jerking upwards in an attempt to quicken your excruciatingly slow movements. But you placed your hands on his chest, pressing him back down firmly. "No," you said, your tone leaving no room for argument.
He let out a frustrated growl, his violet eyes snapping back to yours. "You're cruel," he muttered, though there was a hint of admiration in his voice.
"And you're impatient," you countered, your lips brushing his in a featherlight tease. "Perhaps this will teach you to be more considerate next time."
Aegon groaned again, his body writhing beneath you as you continued your torturously slow pace. "I'll do whatever you want," he said, his voice desperate now. "Just-please. Please, my love."
You paused for a moment, your eyes narrowing as you leaned in closer. "Do you mean that?" you asked, your voice low, a challenge in your tone.
"Yes," Aegon gasped, his head nodding frantically. "I'll prove it. Whatever you ask, I'll do it."
You tilted your head, considering him for a moment before a sly smile spread across your face. "Then beg," you said simply, your voice a soft command.
His eyes widened briefly, surprise flashing across his face before it was replaced with determination. "Please," he rasped, his voice raw with need. "Please, my love. I need you. I can't take it anymore. I'm yours. Always yours."
Satisfied with his answer, you finally began to move faster, drawing a sharp, broken gasp from his lips. His head fell back, and his body arched beneath you, every muscle taut with the overwhelming sensations you were giving him.
"Good boy," you murmured, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his lips.
Aegon moaned against your mouth, his hands flexing against the silk ties. "Untie me," he pleaded, his voice muffled against your lips. "Let me touch you. Let me worship you."
You shook your head, your lips curling into a wicked grin. "Not yet," you replied, your voice soft but firm. "This is still your punishment, remember?"
"But-"
"No," you interrupted, placing a finger against his lips to silence him. "You'll take what I give you. And you'll thank me for it."
Aegon let out a strangled moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered completely to you, his body trembling beneath yours. And as the night went on, you continued to hold him in the palm of your hand, ensuring he would never forget who truly held the power between you.
Aegon's groan echoed in the room as you continued to ride him, pushing him further into a frenzy. His pleas and broken gasps grew louder with every passing second, and as you decided to finally release his hands, you saw the flash of determination in his violet eyes.
The moment his wrists were free, he wasted no time. In one swift motion, Aegon grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. A wicked grin spread across his flushed face as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. "You've had your fun, love," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Now it's my turn."
Before you could respond, he thrust into you with a force that knocked the air from your lungs. A loud, unrestrained moan escaped your lips as he began to move with a relentless pace, leaving no room for your earlier teasing.
His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you against him with every thrust, and the intensity of his movements left you breathless.
"Aegon-" you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he buried his face in the curve of your neck.
"You think you can tease me like that and get away with it?" he growled, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. "You'll pay for every second you made me suffer."
His teeth grazed your neck, and you felt a sharp nip that made you arch beneath him. His hands roamed your body, one gripping your thigh to hook it around his waist while the other slid up to your throat. His fingers wrapped around your neck with just enough pressure to leave you dizzy with pleasure, and he smirked as he watched your reaction.
"You like this, don't you?" he taunted, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction. "Seeing me lose control like this, knowing it's all because of you."
You could barely form a coherent response, your head tilting back as he tightened his grip slightly. "Aegon... please..." you whispered, though whether you were begging him to stop or keep going, even you didn't know.
"Please what?" he pressed, his lips trailing down your collarbone as his pace quickened.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you gasped, "Don't stop... gods, don't stop."
Aegon chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "I wasn't planning to," he murmured before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
The kiss was messy and desperate, both of you too consumed by the moment to care about finesse. His hand on your throat loosened slightly, his thumb brushing over your jaw as he deepened the kiss. His other hand gripped your waist, anchoring you as he fuck you with an unrelenting rhythm.
"You drive me mad," he muttered against your lips, his voice rough with a mix of frustration and adoration. "Every time I look at you, l lose control."
Your breaths mingled as he pressed his forehead against yours, his violet eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," you whispered, your voice trembling with need.
"Again," he ordered, his pace never faltering.
"I'm yours, Aegon," you cried out, your voice breaking as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume you.
"That's right," he murmured, a triumphant smirk curling on his lips. "You'll always be mine."
Aegon's grip on your hips tightened as his movements grew impossibly faster, his focus completely on the sight of you trembling beneath him. Your hands gripped the sheets desperately, your cries filling the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you.
"Aegon-please!" you gasped, your voice hoarse from crying out his name. "I... I can't take any more."
But your plea only seemed to spur him on. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Yes, you can. You're mine, remember? I'll decide when you've had enough."
Your body betrayed you, arching into him despite the overwhelming sensations. His hands roamed your body possessively, as if to remind you of his claim. He pressed a kiss to your jawline before nipping at your skin, leaving another mark to join the others he'd made throughout the night.
"Aegon, please," you whimpered, your voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you gasping. "I can't... it's too much..."
But he didn't stop. If anything, your pleas only seemed to spur him on. A dark smirk played on his lips as he leaned closer, his silver hair falling over his face, casting shadows over his violet eyes.
"You can handle it," he murmured, his voice low and dripping with confidence. "You were made for me. For this."
You arched beneath him, your hands clutching at the sheets as he pushed you further and further toward the edge. The heat between you was unbearable, and you could feel every ounce of his passion and love pouring into you.
"Aegon, please," you begged again, your voice barely a whisper as your body trembled uncontrollably.
"You're beautiful like this," he muttered, his voice low and rough. He pulled back slightly to look at you, his violet eyes dark with lust. His hand came up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek. "So beautiful... and all mine."
You could barely respond, your body writhing beneath him as you teetered on the edge once more. "Aegon... I-"
"Come on, love," he encouraged, his voice softening just slightly. "Let go for me. Let me see you fall apart."
With one last sharp thrust, you shattered completely, your vision going white as you cried out his name. Your body tensed and then melted beneath him, every nerve alight as the overwhelming pleasure consumed you.
Aegon leaned down, his hand moving to cup your cheek as he kissed you deeply, his lips claiming yours with a desperation that left you breathless. When he pulled away, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your heart race.
Aegon followed moments later, his movements becoming erratic as he groaned deeply, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His body trembled against yours as he spilled into you, his grip on your hips tightening as if grounding himself in the moment.
For a few moments, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing.
Aegon eventually shifted, his lips brushing against your temple as he murmured, "You're perfect."
You turned your head slightly to look at him, your body still trembling from the best sex you've ever had with him.
"You're relentless," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
"And you love it," he teased, a lazy smirk spreading across his lips.
You rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. "I hate how well you know me."
Aegon chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss you again. It was a slower, gentler kiss this time, a stark contrast to his earlier intensity.
"I'll always know you, love," he murmured against your lips. "You're my twin, my equal... my everything."
His words sent a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the physical. For all his flaws and infuriating habits, you knew deep down that Aegon loved you just as fiercely as you loved him.
As he pulled you into his arms, the two of you lay tangled together in the aftermath, your bodies and hearts entwined. The world outside the chamber faded away, leaving only the two of you and the bond that tied you together so deeply.
The soft knock on the door of your chambers startled both you and Aegon awake. Your mother’s voice followed, firm yet calm as she called your name. “It’s late, my dear. We still have much to discuss regarding the wedding preparations. I expect you in my solar shortly.”
You sighed, burying your face into the pillows for a moment. Aegon chuckled softly behind you, the deep rumble of his amusement vibrating through your body. “She’s relentless, isn’t she?” he teased, running his hand lazily down your spine.
Turning your head, you gave him a mock glare. “She’s doing this for us, Aegon. For our marriage.”
Aegon smirked, his fingers brushing the marks he’d left on your neck. “I suppose she wouldn’t be as enthusiastic if she saw these,” he mused, his tone laced with pride.
You swatted his chest lightly. “And whose fault is that?” you replied with mock indignation. Rising from the bed, you began searching for a gown that would conceal the evidence of your shared passion.
Aegon propped himself up on one elbow, watching you with a satisfied grin as you selected a high-necked emerald dress. “It’s a shame you have to cover them. They suit you,” he said, his voice dripping with smugness.
You glanced at him over your shoulder, shaking your head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And you love me for it,” he replied without missing a beat.
Despite your exasperation, a small smile tugged at your lips. After quickly donning the gown and tying your hair back neatly, you moved to leave the room. Aegon caught your hand, pulling you back toward the bed.
“Don’t let her work you too hard,” he murmured, his eyes softening slightly. “You’ll need your strength later… for me.”
You rolled your eyes but leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Behave yourself while I’m gone,” you said before slipping out of the room.
Walking through the Red Keep’s halls, you could feel the lingering warmth of Aegon’s touch on your skin. The thought made your cheeks flush, but you composed yourself quickly as you neared your mother’s solar.
When you entered, Alicent was already seated with a pile of fabric samples and sketches of floral arrangements. Helaena sat beside her, humming softly to herself as she admired a cluster of tiny pearls meant for your gown.
“Finally,” Alicent said with a mix of relief and mild frustration as she looked up from the papers before her. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten our plans.”
“Forgive me, Mother,” you said with a small bow. “I overslept.”
Alicent’s sharp eyes studied you for a moment, her gaze lingering on the collar of your dress. You were certain she was trying to discern whether you were hiding something. “Hmm,” she murmured. “Well, you’re here now. Let’s begin.”
As Alicent began explaining the latest changes to the seating arrangements and decor, you found your attention wandering. Helaena noticed and leaned closer to whisper, “Did Aegon keep you up late again?”
Your face grew hot, and you avoided her knowing smile. “I’m just tired,” you replied softly.
Helaena giggled, her amusement clear. Alicent glanced at the two of you, raising an eyebrow. “Is there something you’d like to share with the rest of us?”
You straightened, clearing your throat. “No, Mother. Please, continue.”
Alicent gave you a skeptical look but returned to her notes. As she began describing the ceremonial processional, you forced yourself to focus. The wedding was only days away, and you knew how much this meant to her.
Still, as you nodded along and gave the occasional suggestion, your thoughts drifted back to Aegon and the way he had looked at you that morning, his love and desire etched into every touch and word. You couldn’t wait for the day when you would stand before the realm as his wife, bound together in every possible way.
As your mother left the solar, satisfied with the progress of the wedding plans, you let out a relieved sigh. You turned to Helaena, thinking she might want to discuss something more lighthearted. But instead, she was looking at you with an amused glint in her eye, her hands resting delicately on the table.
“You know,” she began softly, “I could hear you last night.”
Her words made you freeze mid-motion. You turned to her, your cheeks immediately flushing red. “What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Helaena tilted her head, her expression innocent but teasing at the same time. “Your voice… and Aegon’s. It was, um, quite loud. It carried through the walls.”
Your hands flew to your face in embarrassment, and you groaned softly. “No… no, it didn’t,” you tried to deny, though your flaming cheeks betrayed you.
Helaena nodded, her soft giggle filling the room. “It did. I didn’t know you could be that… vocal.” She paused, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “It was hard to sleep with all that noise.”
You buried your face in your hands. “Helaena! Don’t say that,” you said, your voice muffled by your palms.
She laughed a little louder now, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “I’m not blaming you! I’m happy for you, truly. It’s just… well, maybe you could keep it down next time?”
You peeked through your fingers, groaning again. “Was it really that bad?”
Helaena shrugged, her smile turning gentle. “I think half the Red Keep might’ve heard you.”
You stared at her, your mortification growing. “You’re exaggerating,” you said, though deep down, you weren’t so sure.
“Am I?” she countered, raising an eyebrow. Then, she leaned in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Next time, just make sure the door is locked properly… or at least stuff some pillows under it.”
You shook your head, standing up abruptly to avoid further humiliation. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation,” you muttered, turning toward the door.
Helaena laughed again, her voice light and carefree. “Oh, come now. You’ll laugh about this one day.”
You stopped, looking over your shoulder with a mock glare. “You’re impossible, Helaena.”
She just smiled at you, her laughter still bubbling up as she waved you off. “Go on, then. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Shaking your head, you left the solar, your face still burning. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to confront Aegon about his lack of restraint or avoid him entirely for the rest of the day.
Your steps carried you toward the balcony overlooking the training yard, where the sound of clashing swords echoed in the crisp morning air. Leaning on the stone railing, you caught sight of Aegon and Aemond sparring below. To your surprise, Aegon seemed focused, his movements more deliberate than you were used to seeing. It was a rare sight to see him with a sword in hand rather than a goblet of wine.
You tilted your head, observing how Aemond pushed him, his strikes calculated and precise. But then Aegon glanced up and caught sight of you watching. A sly grin spread across his face, and his focus faltered.
“Pay attention,” Aemond snapped, stepping back with an annoyed glare.
Aegon ignored him entirely, tossing the training sword aside and making his way toward you.
You arched an eyebrow as he approached, his grin growing wider. “Shouldn’t you be sparring?” you teased when he climbed the stairs to the balcony.
“I’ve been sparring all morning,” he replied, brushing off your remark. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you close.
“Aegon!” you gasped, startled as he leaned in and kissed you, completely unbothered by the public setting.
You placed your hands on his chest, intending to push him away, but instead, you felt the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms. It made your resolve falter just enough for him to deepen the kiss.
When he finally pulled back, you gave him a half-hearted glare. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“Impossible to resist,” he quipped with a wink, clearly pleased with himself.
Your cheeks flushed, and you looked around nervously, hoping no one else had witnessed the moment. “You’re supposed to be training, Aegon. Not… this,” you said, gesturing vaguely between the two of you.
“I’m already good with a sword,” he replied, his voice dripping with confidence. “And besides, Aemond takes this far too seriously. I’d rather spend my time here with you.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Aemond’s going to be furious.”
“Let him,” Aegon said with a shrug, leaning against the railing and pulling you into his side. “He needs to loosen up anyway.”
Down below, Aemond was glaring up at the two of you, his sword still in hand. “You’re wasting time, brother!” he called out sharply, his tone laced with irritation.
“Don’t wait for me,” Aegon replied lazily, waving him off. Then he turned his attention back to you, his grin softening into something more genuine. “I needed a break, and seeing you makes any day better.”
You sighed, shaking your head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And you love it,” he countered, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.
Despite yourself, you laughed softly. “Maybe,” you admitted, letting him hold you for just a moment longer.
You leaned closer to Aegon, lowering your voice to a whisper as you glanced around to ensure no one else could hear. “Helena said she could hear… everything last night,” you murmured, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.
Aegon’s grin widened wickedly as his eyes sparkled with amusement. “Everything?” he asked, clearly reveling in your discomfort.
You nodded, your voice dropping even lower. “She said it was loud enough to reach her chambers.”
At that, Aegon laughed—his deep, rich laughter echoing around the balcony, drawing the attention of a few passing servants below. You quickly shushed him, pressing a hand to his chest to quiet him.
“And that’s not all,” you added, your tone slightly panicked. “I think Mother suspects something. She gave me the strangest look this morning, and… I think she knows why I’m wearing this high-collared gown.” You gestured to the neckline of your dress, which you had purposefully chosen to hide the marks Aegon had left on your skin.
Aegon tilted his head, his grin softening into something more mischievous. “Well, if she didn’t know before, she definitely knows now.” He reached out and tugged lightly on the edge of your collar, revealing a faint glimpse of one of the reddish marks just above the fabric. “You missed a spot, my love.”
Your eyes widened, and you slapped his hand away, quickly adjusting the collar to hide the mark again. “Aegon!” you hissed, mortified.
He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Oh, let her see. She should be proud,” he said smugly, leaning in closer to you. “The whole of the Red Keep should know that I’m the only one who can make you scream like that.”
Your cheeks turned crimson, and you swatted his arm in frustration. “Do you have no shame?”
“Not when it comes to you,” he replied with a teasing smirk. “Besides, I am proud. And you should be, too. You’re mine, after all.”
You groaned, pressing your palms to your face. “You’re impossible, Aegon.”
“And yet, you adore me,” he countered, his tone playful.
You peeked at him through your fingers, unable to suppress the small smile that tugged at your lips. “I’m starting to reconsider.”
He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if you had wounded him. “Cruel. My own twin sister, my beloved betrothed, turning on me?”
You rolled your eyes, stepping away from him to lean against the railing. “If Mother asks about the marks, I’m blaming you,” you said pointedly, though your tone lacked any real anger.
“She’ll know they’re my handiwork,” he replied smugly, moving to stand beside you. “And she’ll know just how lucky I am to have you.”
You shook your head, exasperated but unable to stop the warmth spreading in your chest. No matter how insufferable he could be, he always managed to make you feel special—and for that, you couldn’t stay mad at him for long.
Aegon grasped your hand firmly, tugging you down a quiet, dimly lit corridor. The sound of his boots echoed faintly as you struggled to keep up with his brisk pace, your skirts swishing behind you. The hall was eerily silent, a part of the Keep that had been abandoned long ago. No servants, no guards-just the two of you.
"Aegon," you murmured, glancing around nervously. "Where are we going? Someone might-"
"No one's here," he cut you off, his voice low and laced with urgency. He glanced over his shoulder at you, his violet eyes glinting with something that sent a shiver down your spine. "This part of the Keep is empty, remember? Just trust me."
Finally, he stopped near a narrow alcove by a stairwell, the faint light from a torch casting flickering shadows against the stone walls.
Before you could ask what he was doing, he spun to face you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you flush against him.
"Aegon, what-"
"I can't stop thinking about you," he murmured, his voice rough and filled with desire. His forehead pressed lightly against yours, his breath warm on your lips. "The way you looked last night... beneath me, trembling, crying out my name..." He groaned softly, his grip on your waist tightening. "It's driving me mad. I could barely focus during training this morning."
Your cheeks flushed as his words sank in, and you felt your heart race beneath his intense gaze. "Aegon, we shouldn't-"
But before you could finish, his lips captured yours in a kiss that stole your breath. It started soft and teasing, but quickly grew more urgent, more consuming. He pressed you back against the cool stone wall, one hand sliding up your side while the other remained possessively on your waist.
"Aegon," you whispered against his lips, your hands coming up to rest on his chest as his body caged you in. "Someone could see us..."
"Let them," he murmured, his voice muffled as he kissed along your jaw and down the side of your neck. "Let them see how much I adore you. Let them see that you're mine."
His lips found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, and you gasped softly, your hands clutching at the fabric of his tunic. "You're impossible," you breathed, though your voice was weak with desire.
"I'm yours," he corrected, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His violet eyes were dark and burning with a possessive hunger. "Just as you're mine. No one else will ever touch you, look at you, or hear the sounds you make when you're beneath me. Only me."
The sheer intensity in his voice sent a shiver through you, and you found yourself unable to look away from him. "You're insufferable," you muttered, though there was no real anger in your tone.
"And yet, you love me," he replied with a cocky grin before his lips were on yours again, his kiss filled with a fiery passion that left you breathless.
His hand slid down your back, pulling you even closer against him as he deepened the kiss. You could feel the desperation in his touch, the way his body pressed against yours as though he couldn't bear to be apart from you.
Aegon's kisses deepened, his movements growing more deliberate and filled with purpose. His fingers deftly worked at the laces of your corset, the tension of the fabric giving way under his touch. The moment your gown slipped from your shoulders, cascading to the floor and pooling around your feet, the cool air of the corridor grazed your bare skin, sending a shiver up your spine.
Your breath hitched as you instinctively crossed your arms, but Aegon's hands caught yours, gently lowering them back to your sides.
"Don't," he murmured, his voice low and filled with reverence. His violet eyes roamed over you with such intensity that it made your knees weaken.
"You're perfect," he said softly, almost to himself, as if he couldn't believe you were real.
His hands traced the marks he had left on your skin the night before, the faint bruises standing out against your pale complexion. His thumb brushed over one on your collarbone, and you couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped your lips.
When you whispered his name, "Aegon..." it came out as more of a plea than you had intended, and his lips curved into a satisfied smirk.
"You sound so sweet when you say my name," he whispered, his lips brushing against the spot where your neck met your shoulder.
You felt yourself leaning into his touch as he lowered himself to his knees before you. His hands slid down the sides of your body, lingering on the curve of your hips before one of them trailed down to your leg. Slowly, he lifted your foot, carefully placing it on his shoulder. The movement left you feeling exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy.
"Aegon, what are you-"
"Shh," he interrupted, looking up at you with a gaze that burned with both desire and devotion. "Let me worship you."
His lips pressed against the inside of your thigh, and your head tilted back, a soft moan slipping past your lips. Your hands gripped the wall behind you for support as your body threatened to give way beneath the sensations he was evoking.
"Aegon..." you said again, your voice trembling as your fingers found his hair, tangling in the soft silver strands.
His movements were slow, deliberate, and filled with an intensity that left you breathless. "You don't know what you do to me," he murmured against your skin. "How maddening it is to see you, to touch you, to hear you."
You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a reply, as his hands and lips continued their worship. The weight of his touch, the heat of his breath-it was overwhelming in the most intoxicating way.
Your knees buckled slightly, and he steadied you, his grip firm yet gentle. "I've got you," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "'ll always catch you."
The vulnerability of the moment made your heart ache in a way that went beyond physical desire. This was Aegon-your twin, your other half, the one person who could unravel you completely and put you back together again.
As his lips continued their path, you couldn't help but whisper, "Aegon, you're insufferable."
He chuckled against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. "And you love me for it," he replied, his voice filled with smug certainty.
And he wasn't wrong.
Aegon's soft chuckle vibrated against your cunt, his lips and tongue never leaving their path of torturous affection to tease your sensitive cunt. Your body trembled beneath his ministrations, your hands tangling in his hair as your breaths came in short, uneven gasps.
"Aegon..." His name fell from your lips in a desperate plea, your voice trembling with both need and frustration.
"Yes, my love?" he teased, his warm breath brushing against your most sensitive spot, sending another shiver down your spine. He lifted his eyes to meet yours, his gaze full of mischief and pride as he took in your flushed face and trembling frame.
"You're cruel," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "Stop teasing me.."
Aegon smirked, his tongue darting out again in a slow, deliberate motion that made your back arch against the cold stone wall. "Oh, but you love it when I'm cruel, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent a wave of heat through your body.
Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling slightly, eliciting a low groan from him. "Aegon, please," you begged, your tone wavering between desperation and impatience.
His smirk widened as he pressed another kiss to your inner thigh, his hands gripping your hips to keep you steady. "What was that?" he asked mockingly, his tone playful and maddeningly calm. "I didn't quite catch that."
You glared down at him, your frustration growing with every second of his deliberate torture. "You know exactly what I want," you snapped, your cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and desire.
"Do I?" he replied, tilting his head as though in thought. "You'll have to be more specific, my love. Use your words."
"Aegon!" you hissed, the sound coming out as more of a moan as his tongue brushed against you again, so agonizingly slow it left you gasping.
"Yes, that's it," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Say my name. Let everyone in the Red Keep know who's making you feel this way."
Your body trembled beneath his touch, your resolve crumbling with each deliberate movement of his tongue. "I need you, to fuck me" you finally admitted, your voice soft and filled with desperation. "Now."
He paused, his eyes darkening with a mixture of desire and triumph as he rose to his feet, his hands sliding up your body to cup your face. "That's all I needed to hear," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both tender and possessive.
Without another word, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you deeper into the shadows of the quiet corridor. His lips found yours again, his kisses growing more demanding as he pressed you against the wall.
"I'll give you what you want," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and filled with promise. "But don't think for a moment that I'm done teasing you."
You could only gasp in response as he finally gave in, his movements both commanding and tender, driving you to the edge of madness once more.
Aegon's pace was relentless, each thrust pulling a gasp from your lips as he buried himself deeper into you. Your hands tangled in his silver hair, pulling slightly as your nails grazed his scalp. The sound of your voice calling his name only spurred him on, his grip on your waist tightening to the point of leaving marks that would surely remain for days.
"You're mine," he growled against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin before he sank them into the sensitive flesh. The sharp sensation mixed with the overwhelming pleasure, sending a shiver down your spine. He soothed the bite with his tongue, leaving a trail of new marks that overlapped with the ones from the night before.
Your head fell back against the wall, your eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered to the sensations overwhelming your body. "Aegon..." His name was a breathless whisper, filled with desperation and need.
He lifted his head to look at you, his violet eyes dark with lust and pride as he took in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. "Say it louder," he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.
You obeyed, his name falling from your lips in a broken moan that echoed down the empty corridor. Aegon smirked, his chest swelling with satisfaction at the sight of you completely undone beneath him.
"You're perfect," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "My perfect little twin, made just for me."
Your nails dug into his shoulders as he shifted the angle, the new position making stars explode behind your closed eyelids. Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him even closer as your body arched into his.
"Aegon, I can't-" you gasped, your voice breaking as the pressure building in your core became too much to bear.
"Yes, you can," he whispered, his voice softening as he pressed a kiss to your temple. "Give it to me. Let go for me, my love."
Aegon smirked wickedly as he hoisted you onto the sturdy surface of the table, your back pressed against the cool wood. His hands gripped your hips possessively, his violet eyes gleaming with both lust and triumph as he watched your flushed face and trembling body.
"You look divine like this," he murmured, leaning in to nip at your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive marks he'd left earlier. "My perfect twin, completely undone for me."
Your breaths came out in uneven gasps as he lined himself up and thrust into you once again, the new angle sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he set a brutal pace, each movement precise and unrelenting.
"Aegon..." you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper as the overwhelming sensations consumed you.
"Say it louder," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening as he slammed into you even harder.
You obeyed, his name spilling from your lips in a desperate moan that echoed down the empty corridor. Aegon chuckled darkly, clearly satisfied with the effect he had on you.
"You're mine," he declared, his voice rough and full of possessive pride. "No one else gets to see you like this, hear you like this, feel you like this. Only me."
You could do nothing but nod, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form a coherent response. Your body arched into his, seeking more of the intoxicating connection only he could provide.
Aegon's hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer as he buried himself even deeper inside you. The new angle made stars explode behind your closed eyelids, and you cried out his name again, your voice trembling with desperation and ecstasy.
"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let go for me, my love. Show me how much you need me."
His words were your undoing, the coil inside you snapping as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling and breathless.
Aegon wasn't far behind, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a low, guttural groan, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body shuddering against yours as he found his end.
For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, your bodies pressed together as you caught your breath. Aegon eventually pulled back, his violet eyes softening as he took in your flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
"You're breathtaking," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His tone was softer now, filled with a tenderness that belied his earlier intensity.
You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. "You're insatiable," you teased, your voice still shaky from the aftershocks of your release.
Aegon chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before carefully helping you off the wardrobe. He adjusted your gown, his fingers grazing your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.
"We should go before someone finds us," you murmured, glancing nervously down the corridor.
"Let them," Aegon said with a smirk, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist. "Let them see who you belong to."
You rolled your eyes again, though you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through your chest at his words. Despite his arrogance and unpredictability, you knew he was yours just as much as you were his.
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