Just One Dance (repost, new title)
Aerion Targaryen x Cousin Reader (Reader is Valarr’s sister and Betrothed)
Summary: At a lavish feast in the Red Keep, Aerion Targaryen sets his sights on his cousin — the girl betrothed to another. With charm, patience, and carefully poured wine, he slowly isolates her from the crowd, wearing down her resistance until she’s too drunk to properly refuse him.
What begins as seemingly harmless attention turns into something far darker when he convinces her to come to his chambers to “rest.” Once alone, Aerion takes what he believes has always been his.
Warnings: This fic contains explicit non-consensual sexual content. The reader character is intoxicated and unable to consent. It also includes physical violence during the intimate scenes, including slapping and choking. Please read with caution. Dead dove. 18+. Minors DNI
Y/N sat near the high table in a soft blue gown. The fabric was modest for a maiden, but it still clung to her body in ways that drew eyes. She had a tiny, narrow waist that flared into wider hips, but her most striking feature was the full, heavy curve of her chest, which strained noticeably against the silk whenever she moved or breathed. Her thick silver hair had been brushed until it shone and left mostly loose, falling in waves down her back. The small crimson dragon birthmark on her inner left arm was hidden beneath her sleeve.
She was trying to enjoy herself, but these feasts still made her feel small and out of place.
Aerion had noticed from the moment she arrived.
He sat a few places away, positioned so he could watch her without drawing too much attention. Every time her cup grew low, he caught the eye of a passing servant and gave the smallest nod. More wine. Always more wine. Sweet Arbor Gold, poured generously.
Y/N had already had more than she meant to.
“You seem quiet tonight,” Aerion said during a lull in the music, leaning across the table just enough for his voice to reach her. His tone was warm, almost concerned. “These things can feel overwhelming when you’re not used to them.”
She glanced over and offered a small, polite smile. “I’m fine. Just listening.”
He smiled back — that slow, knowing smile. “You listen more than most. That’s rare. Most girls your age never stop talking.” His eyes lingered on her face before drifting lower to her generous chest. “It suits you. Makes you stand out.”
Y/N felt her cheeks warm. She took another sip of wine to hide it.
Aerion refilled her cup again without asking.
“I should probably get back to my brother soon,” she said after a while, glancing toward the high table where Valarr sat deep in conversation. “He is my betrothed. He’ll wonder where I’ve gone.”
Aerion’s smile didn’t waver. “Your betrothed is busy. He won’t miss you for a little while.” He leaned in slightly, voice dropping into something more intimate. “Besides, you deserve a night where someone actually sees you.”
She hesitated, fingers tightening around her cup. “Still… I should check on him.”
Aerion reached over and placed a piece of honeyed bread on her plate himself, his fingers brushing hers in the process. The touch lingered half a second longer than necessary. “Eat something. You’ve barely touched your food. And stop worrying so much about your brother. He’s a grown man. You’re allowed to have your own evening.”
Y/N ate the bread without thinking. It helped settle her stomach but did nothing for the wine already in her blood. When Aerion refilled her cup again, she didn’t stop him.
He kept the conversation flowing — questions about the books she liked to read, light stories about old Valyrian legends, small compliments slipped in between. Every time she tried to excuse herself, he found a way to keep her there. Another story. Another question. Another refill.
“You keep trying to leave,” he said after another attempt, his voice gentle but with an undercurrent of something firmer. “Do you really think your betrothed needs you hovering over him all night? Let yourself enjoy something for once.”
Y/N looked down at her cup, cheeks burning. The wine had been refilled again without her noticing. She felt self-conscious of how her body moved with every breath, how the gown pulled across her chest.
By the time the musicians struck up a livelier tune and people began moving toward the open space for dancing, Y/N’s head felt pleasantly light. The hall didn’t seem quite so loud anymore. Her cheeks were warm. Her limbs felt loose. The wine had made everything softer around the edges.
Aerion had shifted closer during the meal. His arm rested along the back of her chair now. Every so often his fingers would brush her shoulder or the back of her neck. Once, when she leaned forward, his hand brushed the side of her chest.
“Thank you, Prince Aerion, for the conversations. I think I’m going to get some rest now,” she said again, her voice softer and slightly slurred at the edges. She pushed her chair back a little.
Aerion’s hand settled lightly on her shoulder, keeping her in place without force. “One more dance,” he said, voice low and coaxing. “Then I’ll walk you back myself. I promise.”
“I don’t think I should dance,” she murmured, trying to stand. The room tilted. “Forgive me, my prince, but I might not be a very good dance partner right now”
“You’re fine,” he said, rising with her and steadying her with a hand at her waist. His fingers spanned the narrow curve. “Just a little dizzy from the wine. It happens. Come on. Some air will help.”
She tried once more, weaker now. “Aerion… wait.”
But he was already guiding her away from the table, one arm around her waist as if she needed the support. The music and laughter of the feast faded behind them as they moved into a quieter corridor.
Y/N leaned against the cool stone wall, one hand pressed to her forehead. “I really shouldn’t have had so much…”
“I know,” Aerion said softly, stepping in close. His body blocked most of the light from the hall. “But you’re safe with me.”
His hand came up to brush her hair back again. This time it didn’t stop at her cheek. It slid down the side of her neck, then lower, until both of his hands settled on her chest. He didn’t squeeze yet — he just cupped her, feeling the weight through the silk, thumbs brushing slowly over her nipples.
Y/N’s breath caught. “Aaah— my prince, please… this is inappropriate.”
“Shh.” His thumbs circled her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. “No one’s watching. No one cares what we do right now. You’ve been so good all night — smiling, being polite… letting everyone stare without ever touching.” His other hand settled on her waist, fingers pressing in just enough to hold her in place. “Let me touch you. Just for a little while.”
She tried to step back, but the wall was behind her and his body was in front.
Aerion leaned in and kissed her before she could finish the sentence.
It started slow — almost gentle — but quickly turned deeper, more insistent. His tongue slid against hers while his hands kept working her chest, squeezing and rolling the soft flesh. Y/N made a small, uncertain sound into his mouth. Her hands came up to his chest, not quite pushing him away but not pulling him closer either.
When he broke the kiss, her lips were wet and her breathing uneven.
“Come with me,” he said, voice rough. “Just for a little while. Somewhere quieter. I want to show you something.”
He steered her down the corridor, one arm around her waist to keep her steady. The wine made resistance feel distant and difficult.
Instead of leading her back toward the hall or the gardens, Aerion guided her toward the wing where the royal family kept their private chambers.
Y/N blinked, trying to clear her head. “This… this isn’t the way back…”
“You’re too drunk to go back to the feast like this,” Aerion said smoothly, his voice full of false concern. “You’ll embarrass yourself. Come to my chambers. Just to rest for a little while. No one will know. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable, and then I’ll take you back to your brother myself once you’ve sobered up a bit.”
She hesitated, swaying slightly. “I can’t go into your chambers, my prince. My father told me to never enter a man’s chamber alone.”
“I know,” Aerion said gently, already steering her down the quieter corridor. “But you can barely stand. If you go back now, everyone will see how much you’ve had to drink. Do you want your betrothed to see you like this?”
Y/N shook her head slowly. The idea of Valarr or her father Baelor seeing her drunk and unsteady made her stomach twist with shame.
“That’s what I thought,” Aerion murmured. “Come. Just rest for a bit. I promise I’ll take care of you.”
She let him lead her the rest of the way.
Aerion’s chambers were larger and more luxurious than she expected — dark wood, rich tapestries, a large canopied bed, and a fire already burning low in the hearth. He closed the door behind them and locked it with a soft click.
Y/N stood in the middle of the room, swaying slightly. “I… I should only rest for a little while. Then I need to get back to my brother…”
“Of course,” Aerion said, guiding her toward the bed with a hand on her waist. “Just lie down for a bit. You’ll feel better.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, one hand pressed to her forehead. The room was spinning more now that she was alone with him.
Aerion sat beside her on the bed. For a moment he just looked at her — at her flushed cheeks, her slightly unfocused mismatched eyes, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, straining against the blue silk.
Then he reached out and brushed a strand of silver hair from her face.
“You worry too much about your brother,” he said quietly. “He doesn’t own you.”
Before she could answer, he leaned in and kissed her again.
This time there was no gentleness. He pushed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers. Y/N made a soft sound of protest and tried to push at his chest.
“Aerion, wait— I’ve never done this before ”
His hands were already at the laces of her gown, tugging them open with impatient fingers. He yanked the front apart, exposing her chest to the cooler air of the room. Aerion made a low, hungry sound and immediately filled his hands with her, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. His thumbs rolled over her sensitive peaks, pinching and tugging until they ached.
“So fucking perfect,” he muttered.
Y/N tried to cover herself with her arms, but he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand while his mouth descended, sucking hard. She cried out, back arching off the bed.
His free hand shoved her skirts up roughly. He tore her smallclothes aside and pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Y/N gasped at the sudden stretch, her body clenching around the unfamiliar intrusion.
“Tight,” he groaned against her skin. “So fucking tight. You really are untouched.”
She nodded, tears stinging her eyes. “Aerion, please… I don’t want this’
He curled his fingers inside her, finding a spot that made her hips jerk despite herself. His thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit while he worked her open.
“You keep saying that,” he murmured, voice dark with satisfaction. “But you’re not going anywhere.”
He withdrew his fingers and freed his cock, already hard and flushed. He lined himself up and pushed inside her in one long, relentless thrust.
Y/N cried out, the sound sharp and broken. The pain was immediate — the stretch, the burn, the feeling of being split open for the first time. Tears spilled down her cheeks as he bottomed out inside her.
Aerion groaned, forehead pressed to her shoulder. “Fuck… so perfect. Worth every year I waited.”
He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and thrust again, harder, setting a brutal pace that rocked the heavy bed beneath them. Y/N’s hands pushed weakly at his chest, then fisted in his robes as she tried to stay quiet.
Every thrust hurt. She could feel him deep inside her, claiming what had never belonged to anyone else. He reached up with one hand and squeezed her chest roughly, using it as leverage while he fucked her.
“Say my name princess” he panted against her ear. “Say who’s inside you.”
She shook her head, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
He fucked her harder, one hand gripping her waist bruisingly tight while the other slid up to wrap around her throat — not choking, but holding her in place.
When the words finally came, they were broken and small.
Aerion’s eyes flashed with sudden rage. He slammed into her harder, the force of it jolting her entire body up the bed.
“You dare bring him up while I’m inside you?” he snarled.
He released her throat only to slap her across the face — hard. The crack echoed in the chamber. Y/N cried out, head snapping to the side. Fresh tears spilled over as pain bloomed across her cheek.
Aerion grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at him, still fucking her with brutal, punishing thrusts.
“Say it again,” he hissed. “I fucking dare you.”
Y/N’s voice came out small and shaking. “Val-”
The second slap was harder. Her lip split. Blood welled and trickled down her chin. Aerion’s eyes were wild, violet fire and something far darker.
He wrapped both hands around her throat this time and fucked her like he was trying to erase every trace of her betrothed from her body and mind. Y/N’s hands clutched at his wrists, not quite fighting, more like holding on as her vision blurred at the edges. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs. Each slap or squeeze reminded her who held the power here.
Near the end, as the intensity built and her body began to betray her with unwanted sparks of sensation, something broke through her resistance. Her voice, hoarse from the pressure on her throat and the relentless pace, slipped out in a broken, involuntary moan.
Her body suddenly seized. A powerful orgasm ripped through her without warning, and she came hard — squirting around his cock in hot, uncontrollable pulses. The sensation made her cry out again, her legs shaking violently as fluid soaked the sheets beneath them.
Aerion froze for half a second, then let out a low, amused laugh.
“Well, well…” he murmured, voice thick with dark satisfaction. He slowed his thrusts just enough to feel every spasm and every gush of liquid around him. “Look at that. You really are a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”
He kept moving through her orgasm, grinding deep while she continued to twitch and squirt around him. The amusement in his voice was clear.
“Crying and begging one second, and now you’re soaking my cock like a desperate little slut. Your cunt is so much more honest than your mouth”’
Y/N could only whimper, too overwhelmed and humiliated to form words. Tears streamed down her face as her body continued to betray her, another smaller gush escaping her as Aerion kept fucking her through the aftershocks.
Aerion’s amusement only grew. He leaned down, lips brushing her ear as he spoke in a low, mocking tone.
“Valarr’s precious little betrothed,” he taunted softly. “So proper. So innocent. And here you are, squirting all over her cousin. What would he think if he could see you like this?”
The combination of his words, the relentless pace, and the overwhelming sensation pushed her over again.
Another broken moan tore from her throat as she came a second time, smaller but still wet, soaking the front of his hips and the sheets beneath them.
Aerion groaned, clearly enjoying the mess she was making.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice dark with cruel delight. “Keep going. Make a fucking mess for your dragon.”
He kept thrusting through it until his own release hit. With a low, guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as he could and came hard inside her, grinding through his orgasm while Y/N’s body continued to twitch and leak around him.
When he finally stilled, he stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing hard. Then he let out a quiet, amused chuckle against her neck.
“Messy little thing,” he said, almost fondly. “I didn’t expect that.”
He pulled out slowly, watching with open amusement as a mixture of his cum and her release leaked out of her. Y/N lay there shaking, tears still falling, too humiliated and overwhelmed to move.
Aerion reached down and casually wiped two fingers through the mess between her legs, then brought them up to her lips.
“Clean them,” he ordered softly.
When she didn’t immediately obey, he pressed them against her mouth until she parted her lips. He pushed his fingers inside, making her taste the evidence of what her body had done.
He smiled, clearly entertained by the whole thing.
He pulled his fingers free and wiped them on her thigh before standing up. He adjusted his clothes with calm efficiency, then looked down at her — at the tears on her face, the bruises already forming on her body, and the wet, ruined sheets beneath her.
“Rest here for a while,” he said, voice almost gentle now. “I’ll make sure no one disturbs you. And remember — this is our secret. For now.”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, almost tender.
