⋆˙⟡ aerion targaryen x twin!targaryen!reader
SUMMARY, aerion always gets what he wants and so therefore, when your father betroths you to daeron instead of him, your twin, he pays you a visit in your chambers with a plan to claim you for himself.
╰┈➤ WARNINGS, smut, unprotected p in v, targcest (twin x twin), virginity loss, breeding kink, reader is betrothed to daeron and is described to have silver hair and lilac eyes, titty sucking, rough sex, corruption kink, obsession, mention of blood if you squint.
Aerion was never patient — not when he was a babe and certainly not now as a man grown. Whenever he saw something he liked, he simply took it, never fearing that consequences may follow. From a young age, he had been convinced he was a dragon cursed to live in human form, and so he also believed that rules didn’t apply to him.
Even more so when it came to you, his twin sister, his beloved. To Aerion, whether or not you belonged to him was not even a question, you were his by birthright. Not only because the two of you had shared a womb and a name day, but because you were his equal, the only other dragon he believed walked this world.
The only one who understood him.
The only one who did not flinch in his presence.
The only woman worthy of carrying his blood.
Aerion was a flame and you weren’t the extinguisher but what kept him burning. However, unlike your twin, you were not cruel and did not take pleasure in others’ misfortune, let alone cause it yourself. Where Aerion thrived on fear, you thrived on peace and thank the Gods you were able to reflect some of it onto your brother.
Recently, a new guard made the terrible mistake of referring to you by your first name rather than your princess title. Though you were quick to forgive the man for his error, your brother, who had witnessed everything, was not.
“What do you suggest, sweet sister?” He laughed as though he were watching the most entertaining play staged, “Should I have his tounge for forgetting your proper title?”
Before you could respond, another dark chuckle escaped Aerion at the sight of the guard’s terrified expression. The man’s knees threatened to buckle as the prince in front of him toyed with the blade in his hands, tapping the edge lightly against the wooden table as if marking the final seconds of a countdown. Each tap echoed loudly through the hall, sending shivers down your spine but not fear.
No — It was never fear. You had seen Aerion at his worst before and knew that this situation was nowhere near the lengths he would go for you. Fortunately, you also knew that if you asked kindly enough, he would stop.
“Aerion,” you breathed, stepping forward, placing a soothing hand on his broad shoulder. The moment he felt your touch, the tapping of the weapon slowed, then it stopped entirely. His compelling eyes flickered to you, silently urging you to continue — because if there was one person who could make the mad Targaryen prince listen, it was no one but the other half of him.
“Leave the poor man be, I believe he’s learnt from his mistake.” You said softly, gently massaging his shoulder, feeling him relax and lean back against you. As soon as the words left your mouth Aerion opened his own as if to argue, but quickly closed it again when your stern gaze met his, “brother…”
“Fine.” He scoffed, lowering his blade down completely. With his now free hand, he gestured toward the man who had been staring at the two of you with narrow eyes, signaling for him to leave. You fought the urge to smirk as the guard made his exit, Gods, how you loved the way Aerion could never refuse you.
“For you jorrāeliros (beloved), I will temper the fire but just this once.”
And that was just one of many examples of how Aerion completely obeyed you. To this day, it still never failed to astonish your father how you had his most troublesome son wrapped around your pretty little finger.
By now, the court had grown accustomed to constantly seeing you and your twin together, it was never one without the other. Yet, despite your unmistakable affection and the way your touches lingered too long, your father chose to turn a blind eye and betrothed you to your eldest brother, Daeron, instead. When you saw the way Aerion’s eyes darkened at the news, realising it was no jest, you recognised that this time you could not control what he would do.
Just as Maekar had predicted his second son would, that very night, he came knocking on his father’s chamber doors, pleading for your hand — only to be turned away.
“Father, she is my twin, my other half—mine by birthright!” Aerion shouted, his patience wearing thin, growing more and more frustrated with every passing second. “Aerion…” Maekar sighed, knowing that nothing he could say would calm him. “Your sister and Daeron shall make a fine match.”
While Maekar, like everyone else, was aware of the twisted love between the two of you, he simply refused to give his first-born, precious daughter away to a monster like Aerion. Sure, his eldest son was a fool who always drank but even in his drunken state, he was not half as mad as Aerion was when he was sober.
Realising that continuing the conversation was pointless and that there was no changing his father’s mind, the prince came up with an even bolder idea — one that would secure more than just your hand in marriage. “Alright, father.” He murmured, his lips forming into a thin line. “I will see myself out.” He said firmly, not bothering to look at the older man before him once as the words left his mouth.
Maekar knew his son, well at least well enough to know that this wouldn’t be the end of it because when Aerion desired something, he always found a way to claim it, one way or another. Though his son’s refusal to pursue the matter any further should have brought him peace, it did quite the opposite. “This boy.” Maekar grunted, pressing a hand to his forehead in distress as he watched Aerion shut the chamber door, the sound echoing through the room and doing nothing to ease his newly formed headache.
He really should have sensed something was wrong, perhaps even stopped his son because for while the dragon prince may have seemed composed, he was anything but and the Gods knew there was nothing more dangerous than an angry, maddened Targaryen.
Aerion’s mind was racing as he now made his way to your chambers. How dare his father try to separate the two of you? Did he not realise that you were his anchor? the only thing keeping him fairly sane?
While in the middle of brushing your hair, the sound of someone knocking on the door startled you, causing you to slightly jump in your seat. After all, it was rather late and you had not been expecting any visitors. Still, you rose to greet the unexpected guest, quickly straightening the creases of your nightgown just beforehand.
You furrowed your brows when you were met with lilac eyes identical to your own. “Brother?” You asked, your voice filled with uncertainty at the sight of your twin. What could he possibly be doing here?
Of course, because of how close you were, random visits were not unusual for the two of you but at this hour — they certainly were. It was so unexpected that you felt a tinge of excitement in a place you shouldn’t. Your heart skipped a beat when he took a daring step toward you, your bodies only centimetres away from touching.
“Two dragons shall not be kept apart.” He muttered, before allowing himself into your room and letting the door click shut behind him. “Are you alright you look—” you started but your words of concern were cut off by Aerion wrapping his large arms around your waist, pulling you against him. You gasp at the sudden contact, your hands instinctively rising to his chest.
You have bathed together, slept together, cuddled in each other’s arms, so why did this feel so intimate, so… forbidden? Perhaps it was because you were no longer children but man and woman, or perhaps it was because his actions revealed his intentions.
Luckily enough for you, it was quite dark, so your twin wouldn’t be able you the way your cheeks flushed a rosy pink at your proximity. Otherwise, you were certain he would have mocked you, just as he had the time he stole your first kiss.
“Aw, don’t tell me my innocent, little sister hasn’t had her first kiss yet.” He cooed, teasingly twirling a strand of your silver hair around his finger.
“S—Shut up Aerion and you’re hardly even older, it’s by only 3 minutes!” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes, folding your arms beneath your chest in annoyance.
Your reaction only made his smirk widen. “Whatever you say little flame..” he trailed off before cupping the side of your neck and capturing your lips in another kiss.
Inevitably, his hands didn’t linger on your waist, they were quick to roam elsewhere, greedily exploring your body; from squeezing your wide hips, to caressing your perky tits, right until they landed on your exposed back, feeling the soft skin there. Due to you being only in a thin nightgown, it was almost like you were already bare.
You yelp when your back hits the wall and Aerion uses this as an opportunity to pin your hands above your head. Noticing the frown on your face, he leans in and presses a peck to your lips, “Don’t question zaldrītsos (little dragon), let your brother take care of you.”
If only you werent so consumed by his touch you might have questioned what he was doing, maybe even pushed him away but you didn’t. Instead you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes glossy and nodded gently.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this, my sweet, sweet sister.” Aerion groaned, his voice rough and full with desire, desire for you, his innocent little sister. Your eyes widen when you feel something hard press against your lower stomach, confused by what it is, you attempt to move but Aerion stops you.
“Greedy little thing, already want the dragon in you, do you?” He murmurs mockingly. Without warning, he rips your dressing off and though your first instinct is to cover yourself, the dark look in his eyes makes you reconsider. Your nipples harden as they are exposed to the cold air but one of them quickly softens when Aerion attaches his mouth onto your breast.
“Aerion!” You moan at the foreign sensation, wetness pooling in between your legs as you watched your ‘older’ brother suck on your tit like a babe. He reaches his hand to cup your second, neglected breast, playing with it while his tongue twirled around the nipple of the other one. His dick hardens at the thought of how large they would swell once you were round with his son.
Embarrassed by the loud sounds slipping out your mouth, you attempt to muffle them by biting down on your lip but your brother caught on what you were trying to straight away and responded with a harsh smack on your ass. You shriek as you feel the sting on your backside. Meeting Aerion’s gaze, he casts you a disapproving glare. “Do not try to keep anything from me, dear sister.” He speaks sternly, his eyes never leaving yours.
Your core clenches around nothing and simultaneously you wrap your thighs around your twin’s waist, searching for any kind of friction. “Please, I want…” You gasp out, unsure of what you were even asking for, but Aerion seemed to understand as he began to undo his breeches.
Everything is a blur. Aerion wastes no time, pushing you higher against the wall. The next thing you know you feel something warm press into the entrance of your clit, making your mouth fall open in an O shape. “You sure you want to ride the dragon?” He whispers in your ear, teasingly biting your earlobe. Being impatient, he makes no effort to warm you up first, let alone pause for your answer.
Grabbing your thigh, he enteres you in a single thrust. Your hole stretches around him and you hiss at the pain of being split open, however it is quickly overtaken by a wave of pleasure. None of your sinful fantasies could have ever prepared you for this, prepared you for how good your brother would feel inside you.
“Oh dōny” (sweet) he whimpered, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your feminine scent as he began to move.
“Remained pure for me, did you?” He cruelly laughed, looking down to see the blood covering his length before thrusting again. The rhythm built gradually yet he remained rough, squeezing your breasts with every movement of his hips. You moaned as he hit that spongey spot inside you. Wrapping your legs around him tighter, you push him further into your cunt. Naturally, Aerion seizes this as an opportunity to tease you. “With the way you’re clenching around me I could almost mistake you for a common whore.”
You were so overwhelmed that a single tear rolled down your face at the insult. He smiled sadistically, leaning in to lick it away only to smash his lips onto yours moments after. The kiss was fierce, your tongues clashing like twin dragons in battle, and of course he won. He always did.
The way your tits would bounce every time he slammed into you encouraged Aerion to pick up his pace. “Brother I—!” you squealed, the sound ripping through your throat when he grabbed a hold of your hips to force you to match his speed. The thought that someone would hear you and find out that you had willingly given yourself to your brother, the one who was certainly not your betrothed, made everything all the more thrilling.
The two of you were so close to your release.
You both groaned as he spilled his seed into your womb, now fully claiming you as his. “Need you to swell with my child.” He panted, making no effort to pull out to ensure his seed has taken root. “My sister, my twin flame.” He murmured, gently caressing your cheek.
Now father would have no choice but to betroth you to him. Aerion smirked to himself at how perfectly his plan was unfolding, certain that by now his father knew: whatever he wanted, he always got.
And you were his from the very beginning.
