brother!daeron x sister!reader blurb <3
cw: incest. older brother x younger sister incest. cnc. noncon. smut. unprotected p in v. 18+ mdni.
Author Notes: sorry for any misspelling or mistakes, wrote this while half asleep at 4 am. I scanned it over the best I could.
Maekar sank into something dark and unrelenting after his fourth son left and Baelor passed at the Ashford Tourney.
Egg had run off with Dunk, chasing a life that had nothing to do with him. Aemon, his quiet, thoughtful third had taken his chains in Oldtown, burying himself in ink and history because no one had ever expected more of him. Aerion, his second, had been sent away to Lys “for his own good,” a hollow excuse Maekar repeated often enough that it almost sounded like truth.
One by one, they had slipped from his grasp, not with a single clean break but with the slow, splintering fracture of a family coming undone. And Maekar… Maekar could not bring himself to follow after them. Not in body, not in heart.
What remained was worse. He avoided the halls where his eldest daughter walked, as if her presence alone might force him to reckon with everything he had failed to hold together. The two younger girls fared no better, ghosts in their own home, daughters he could not bear to look at because they still needed something from him, and he had nothing left to give.
Only Daeron remained untouched by it all, if “untouched” could even be the word. Maekar spared him neither anger nor grief, because he felt neither. Indifference was all that lingered there, cold and effortless. It was easier that way. Easier than admitting that somewhere along the way, he had lost not just his sons.. but the will to be a father to any of them.
brother!daeron who begins so small it’s almost nothing. touches here and there, fleeting, almost forgettable. Kisses pressed to your cheek, soft enough to be mistaken for habit, innocent enough to never be questioned… after all he’s your older brother.
brother!daeron who begins to grow hungrier for more than soft touches, he whispers gossip and japes of the lords and ladies in the hall at feasts, letting his voice dip low as he leans in close. He lets his lips brush the edge of your ear when he speaks, like it’s nothing at all, something easily excused in the noise of court. He breathes in your perfume at each pause in his sentences, watching the way your breasts bounce with each laugh at something he’s said.
brother!daeron that can’t seem to be satisfied still, he put distance between the two of you. He’d sit across from you rather than beside, but this distance wasn’t really to get away from you… it was so he could touch himself as he stared at you when no one noticed. His hand pressing into his cock as he rubbed himself when you spoke, when you smiled, when you drank, but gods when you looked at him, he’d smile back softly, unknowing to you that precum was drenching his smallclothes under the table.
brother!daeron … he can’t stand it anymore, the torture of watching other lords shamelessly flirt with you. It had been gnawing at him all evening, the way you modestly covered your mouth when you laughed at something that lowly lord said to his precious little sister.
brother!daeron would finally give in and sneak into your bedchambers when the guards would switch shifts, an hour gap in their flawed little system that gave him enough time to stand over your bed and squeeze his shaft over your face as you slept. He’d take his sweet time milking his cock over your face, your soft lips parted in your sleep, the way your hair fell on the pillow, the sweet sighs you let out as you dreamt. He couldn’t help himself but to spill his seed in his hand, imagining it was your wet tongue catching it.
brother!daeron once again sneaking into your bedchambers, but this time he wasn’t here to quietly watch you sleep or stroke himself above you. He shed his clothes first, right at the foot of the bedpost. Inch by inch he pulled down the sheets, watching them glide over your form, the way they clung to you as you slept so peacefully. He thought about how he was about to ruin every part of you..
Daeron climbed onto the bed, stalking up your sleeping form like a cat, his hair hung in his face, his hands were slightly clammy from excitement and nervousness. He imagined you’d love it, but he couldn’t help the thought in the back of his mind that you’d think how pathetic he is for not being able to control himself. He was already throbbing for you, his hands and knees caged your body in against the mattress. His head dipped down to the neckline of your nightshift, he felt your skin twitch as he places soft, open mouthed kisses along your cleavage. He whimpered into your skin as he pressed his hard cock into your thigh, grinding against it, the sheets by your shoulders balled into his fists as he pushed his cock down harder.
His control snapped when you let out a small sigh in your sleep, his right hand clamped over your mouth as his other slid between your bodies, snaking your nightshift up over your breasts. Your nipples prickled up against the cold air of the chamber. He took one into his mouth and sucked as if they were full of milk. He was a starving man. A sick, pathetic, starving man…
His fingers found your entrance, slick already. Even in your sleep you were wet, his jaw tightened at the thought of you being wet from the lord you had spoken to earlier at the feast. His cock throbbed harder to claim what was his. He let his fingers explore your wet cunt for a little, drawing short breathes from you in your sleep.
He coated his tip in your juices, making sure to rub it all over his cock, his mouth still latched to your breast. He lined up his cock to your entrance and rubbed it teasingly. Making your eyes flutter once… then twice… then they opened. Clearly confused after you register that Daerons hand is over your mouth and his cock is between your legs and kissing your lips with his tip, once he saw the confusion and fear in your eyes he felt sick. Nothing could stop him now though, in a few short strokes he was inside of you, pumping his cock in and out like this was the only time he’d ever feel you around him. He kept your mouth shut as he fucked you relentlessly, making sure no one would hear you.
Just as quickly as it started, it ended. Daeron shuddered as he kept fucking his hot seed into you. He was a sobbing whimpering mess, drool pooled on your chest as he cried out, apologizing for what he’s done while still covering your mouth, afraid of what you might say.
Was he truly sorry? Or was he sorry that he got caught?
