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Oct 1, 2025

A Weak Bastard.

kinktober day 01 (aphrodisiacs)

— summary: After being humiliated during the dinner fight, Jacaerys sneaked into his aunt's bedchambers to confront you about the way your twin brother treated him. Being caught in such a compromising situation was not in his plans, though, but it was already too late to try to deny what you and Aemond desired.

— pairing: dark!Aemond Targaryen x dark Targtower!reader x sub!Jacaerys Velaryon

— type: smut, dark

— word count: 6.3k

— tags/warnings: Aemond's twin sister!reader, Targcest (twin brother/twin sister & aunt/nephew & uncle/nephew), threesome FMM (female/male/male), aphrodisiacs, dubcon, rough sex, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, cowgirl position, oral sex (male receiving & male giving), blowjob, degradation kink, creampie, minor Jacaerys Velaryon/Baela Targaryen, minor cousin incest, reader is Aemond's betrothed, bittersweet ending, canon divergence (No Dance of the Dragons), porn with a little bit of plot. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

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The dinner fight was humiliating for both Jacaerys and Lucerys. Even if Aemond waited until his father left the table to make that sarcastic toast about his nephews, still the situation escalated far beyond what was necessary.

Perhaps the night would not have ended so badly if Jacaerys had simply ignored everything and let Aemond's mother scold him in time. But he did not, he dared his uncle to say that again. And all Rhaenyra and Alicent's efforts had gone down the drain. Jacaerys punched Aemond, who pushed him in return. Lucerys tried to get up to do something, but Aegon slammed his head into the table so hard it would have left a bruise for days.

That humiliation weighed heavily on his mind, as did those stares of the entire family. Daemon sent them to the guest chambers as if he and Lucerys were weak brats. Rhaenyra looked at them with frustration. Alicent was a little embarrassed by what had happened, since she was trying to have a real good time with their mother. Aemond and Aegon looked at them with anger. Helaena was not exactly mad, but she did not seem happy either. And well... There you were with that typical smug smile of yours. Aemond's twin sister, so clingy to your brother that during childhood everyone thought you were two boys or two girls.

Jacaerys never really liked you. Before the incident at Driftmark, he had gotten along very well with Aegon, seeing his uncle as a best friend. Helaena did not talk much to him — or to anyone else —, but she was beautiful and a sweet person, and those few interactions between them had been enough for him to see no problem about marrying her in a hypothetical future — despite Alicent having rejected Rhaenyra's proposal outright.

His youngest uncle, Daeron, was the same age as Jacaerys, but he had not even known him so much, as Alicent had sent the boy to be raised in Oldtown with her brother when Daeron was still a child.

Anyway, Jacaerys never really liked you and Aemond. Born four years before him, Aemond was the main target of his nephews and his older brother's jokes, and you were the one who defended your twin brother, even though he could have done it himself if he had wanted. Little Jacaerys had lost count of the number of times you had suddenly punched him during that time, always waiting for him to be distracted so you could retaliate for what he did to his uncle.

As he grew older, at least he realized that all those humiliations he had inflicted on Aemond were not fair, you had been right to defend your twin brother back then. But now, after Aemond decided to make a sudden toast just to mock his nephews, he was filled with rage. He hated Aegon, he hated Aemond... And he hated you. He hated that way you were looking at him after Daemon silently ordered all the younger ones out of the hall...

Aemond had called Lucerys, Joffrey and him strong boys. You had found it amusing. Seeing them unable to defend themselves in such a stupid, quick fight. You were thinking he was weak. A weak bastard...

"What are you doing here?" You asked groggily after hearing a knock on the doors. Jacaerys's presence in there was unusual, to say the least — despite that small part of you that wished to watch him trying to have it out with you.

You had no idea how he had gotten there, as the chambers he and his brothers were staying in was not in that hallway. You glanced around to see if there were any guards nearby, but no one seemed to be patrolling the place. The urge to simply slam the door in his face and go back to sleep was strong, surpassed only by the intensity of your curiosity.

"So? What are you waiting for? Come in."

Jacaerys nodded silently, a smirk on his lips as he approached and surveyed the privacy of your place. You wondered if he had ever been in a woman's chambers, but you doubted it, he was too noble to fuck before the marriage. "I assume this is your first time." You scoffed and pushed away from the doors after locking them.

Jacaerys snorted at the disrespectful insinuation, stopping in one corner of the room, looking at you with narrowed eyes. "I am not here to be humiliated, auntie."

"Of course not. You have had enough humiliation at dinner, have not you?

The persistence of your teasing words made Jacaerys clench his fists tightly. He seemed angrier now than when he was arguing with Aemond, but you were not intimidated at all... That amused look remained on your face as you sat down on the bed where you were sleeping before the younger boy's visit.

The reason he was there was obvious, you knew it. Jacaerys wanted to prove his worth, to prove that he was not a weak little bastard, that he was a brave man and that he could hurt you if he wanted to. However, both you and Jacaerys knew he did not want to physically harm you. Not yet, at least.

He glanced at the nightstand, frowning at the sight of a golden cup filled with pastel pink liquid and a few pretty flower petals inside it. A drink that was visually kind of pretty, no one could deny it, and its warm, sweet-smelling flooded Jacaerys's senses. Ignoring good manners, he dipped his middle and index fingers into the liquid, wincing at the warm temperature. You watched him lick both fingers at the same time, the pink, honeyed color of the drink glistening on his lower lip.

An agonizing silence hung there. Jacaerys closed his eyes. He made no apologies for tasting what he thought was supposed to be a tea to help with insomnia or to help you with the pains of moon blood — in fact, it took all he could do not to grab the cup and drink it all. It had tasted delicious, sweet like honey, burning the roof of his mouth in a way that reminded him of a Dornish wine Aegon had let him try one night when he was only six, after a silly training session with Ser Criston Cole.

"You still hate me." Jacaerys murmured, feeling the heat of the tea flush his cheeks. He turned his head away so he would not have to stare at the outline of your body in the thin linen nightgown. A stupid noble prince, faithful to his cousin and betrothed, you noticed. "Is it because I used to pranks on Aemond, or because my brother gouged out his eye?"

You shrugged, not even bothering to think of a decently worded response.

Impatience burned in Jacaerys's veins, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak something, you asked a similar question. "And you still hate me, too. Is it because I used to fight back when you played pranks on my twin, or because you know I still see you and your little brothers as bastards?

Jacaerys's eyes darkened. He took a step closer to the bed, now without any concern about whether it was appropriate to be so close to a woman dressed only in a nightgown. Yes, mayhaps he was not being noble about it anymore, and there would certainly be plenty of whispering if it became known that Rhaenyra's firstborn was alone in his own aunt's bedchambers so late after such a catastrophic night — or, more importantly... the fact that he was alone there with her while already engaged in a betrothal. How many scandals could that cause?

"Why are you here, nephew?" The delayed question came. The look on your face was a mixture of mockery and frustration. If Jacaerys wanted to prove he was not a weak bastard, he was not getting apparent results, only proving a point you and your brothers had made since always.

"I want to talk about what happened at dinner tonight."

The fact that he still had his fists clenched made you scoff. The thought of grabbing his hand and teasingly caressing it flashed through your mind when he moved close enough to stand in front of you, just as he had stood like a statue while Aemond speaking the final tribute.

Without a second thought, you grabbed his wrist, not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough that he was now leaning forward, his brown eyes widening for a few seconds before he swallowed hard and feigned indifference. "You should not touch me like that, auntie." His tone sounded taunting, but it was not as mocking as your gaze. "You are a young, unmarried princess. And I am a prince who is already betrothed to our cousin. If anyone finds out, I might have some trouble with Baela and my mother, as well as rumors of infidelity... But things could turn out much worse for your reputation as a maiden."

His statement was true, unfortunately. And yet... The wicked smile did not fade from your lips. You did not stop staring at him with those beautiful violet irises, your nails digging into his skin. "Oh, of course." You answered after a few seconds of silence. "Women always suffer more from the whispers of the Court than men. After all, that was why your mother married the man everyone pretends is your father."

Jacaerys's heart stopped for a few seconds, his face paling in disbelief at those cruel words being spat out. That was far worse than his twin brother's sarcasm during dinner. Your words felt brutal, raw... True.

All of that, along with the burning sensation inside him, struck the prince like an arrow, patience running out and gentleness disappearing as he pulled your touch away from his skin, grabbing your neck with his other hand immediately after.

You have no time to think about reacting before you were pushed onto the bed, fingers crushing your throat as if he wanted to kill you right there. It was an unexpected turn of events, something even you had not anticipated. However, despite the sudden shock and the pain in your body at the feeling of him on top, that look of disdain remained unchanged. "What a strong boy…" You managed to whisper with voice hoarse from choking, that same venomous joke dripping like salt into a wound that would likely never heal.

"Shut the fuck up!" Jacaerys growled, tightening his grip around his aunt's throat further more tightly than it already was, his digits trembling as he pressed them into your soft skin. Crystalline tears were streaming down the poor boy's cheeks, his own mind warning him that he was crossing the line. "You have no right to mention my mother or my father, do you hear me?" When there was no response, he shook your neck, eliciting a weak grunt. "Damn it, you whore! Answer me!"

You opened your mouth to growl something at him, but were interrupted as the door to your chambers creaked softly. Jacaerys turned his head back, face pale and wide eyes, his palm loosening its grip. He struggled to think of some excuse in time.

Any excuse to justify to Aemond why he was in his uncle's twin sister's chambers, assaulting the princess like that.

"I j-just... I was—"

Aemond's cold gaze darted over his nephew and then over you, noticing the fingermarks on your skin as soon as Jacaerys released your neck. Your shortness of breath was clear, your labored breathing echoing through the walls along with his broken, incoherent sentences, all the boy's rage evaporating immediately.

Every explanation would sound stupid. What could he say to his uncle? Say that he had come into your bedchambers to discuss the fight earlier, then ended up letting his anger get the better of him and strangling you like he had never done to anyone before? Say you provoked him into this reaction? That would be foolish. He chose violence first because he could not tolerate those hurtful words and resorted to aggression, just as Baela had chosen violence when she punched Aemond years before when he provoked Rhaena after claiming Vhagar. Both of them had that in common: too impulsive.

That night at Driftmark, all of them were children: Aemond had been injured because there were four against one, and Jacaerys had brought a knife. Now, however, he was alone between the two of them, no knife or dagger brought out of concern.

Even though he knew Aemond was sane enough not to consider killing him right then and there, that situation could turned catastrophic in other ways anyway.

"So?" Aemond asked, leaning against the doors, crossing his arms as if waiting for an explanation, that single eye scanning him as if he were a fish about to be hooked. "May I ask why you were trying to crush my future wife's throat, nephew?"

Jacaerys opened then closed his lips several times, alternating between looking at his uncle, who was standing in the doorway like a snake about to strike. After that, he looked at his aunt, who remained lying on the mattress as she had been since the attack began, but now with a small smirk, a mischievous glint that did not go unnoticed by either of the princes.

"Future wife?" It was the first thing that came to Jacaerys's mind. He wanted to slap himself as soon as the question slipped, so he was straightening up and standing in front of the bed immediately.

Both you and your brother seemed to find the younger one's behaviour strangely interesting. Of all the things he needed to say or apologize for, he ended up being curious about the most trivial part.

It was so obvious, something Jacaerys had always suspected would happen, since childhood. At six years old, with his innocence still intact, Jacaerys pictured himself marrying Helaena, while Aegon would probably keep doing perverted things at brothels, Daeron would marry some random lady from Oldtown. He pictured his little brother Joffrey would marry some random lady too, just like Lucerys. And well... It was obvious that Aemond would marry his own twin sister. You were glued to each other, as if trying to make up for the absence of dragons the two of you had in common back then.

And then Alicent denied the idea of marrying him to Helaena, announcing after that her first daughter would marry her eldest son, Aegon. That put an end to his daydreams about marrying Helaena and also about the life of freedom Aegon could have. After the incident at Driftmark, when Aemond lost his eye in exchange for a dragon, a few thoughts crossed young Jacaerys's mind in that time. There was the possibility that you envied Aemond's conquest. There was the possibility that Aemond would not need your affection anymore after he had become a dragonrider. There was the possibility that you would not be as close as you were...

And now, Jacaerys saw all these hypotheses — which had crossed his mind several times throughout his life — being denied at once, with a single sentence.

"You did not answer my question yet." Aemond pointed, uncrossing his arms, walking closer to you and Jacaerys. Ignoring the boy's trepidation, your brother moved further closer, pulling you by the arm until you were sitting on the bed. His touch was not gentle, but you were already used to it, letting him inspect the bruises that were beginning to darken on your neck.

Jacaerys hurried to explain. "I was not planning on choking her." He forced a calm, indifference tone that was all too easily identified. He still needed to prove that he was a brave and fearless man. "She offended me first."

A humorless humming rang out from Aemond. "Using the same excuse your stupid betrothed used when we were kids."

Jacaerys's jaw clenched as he saw you grin at Aemond as if he had just told the funniest joke in the whole world, your pupils dilating as your brother's fingertips gently caressed your bruises. The peculiar display of affection left a bitter taste on Jace's tongue, and he felt his pants tighten, though he did not want to think about the sensation.

That was not he time for a sudden bulge, and he would rather die than let both of you notice it. "Do not you dare disrespect my betrothed." Jace growled, shifting uncomfortably, with his hands — once clenched at his side — now outstretched in front of him, in an effort to act normal despite the slight hardness that was making him apprehensive. Such a terrible situation.

"You were the one who assaulted my betrothed first." Aemond reminded him dryly, an eyebrow raised when he saw his nephew fanning his face and starting to flush as if he had a fever. The silver-haired prince glanced at his twin sister. You shrugged, even though your face betrayed that feigned innocence.

Jacaerys stirred again, mouth watering and his hair damp with sweat. His attention completely lost to what was happening around him, what he had done to you, whether Aemond was going to tell on him to the guards or not... "G-Gods, why the Hells am I burning up?"

The younger boy seemed desperate, continuing to fan himself. He searched for something, anything that could help him cool down, anything that could lessen the growing bulge between his legs. His brown eyes flicked to the nightstand just as they had minutes before, taking the cup in his hand and swallowing it all in a single gulp, like a starving man thirsting for water in a scorching desert.

All attempts to quell the panic and that rising heat failed, his trembling fingers making the cup fell to the floor with a thud.

With his attention returning to his nephew as he saw him writhe, Aemond glanced at the broken pieces on the floor. Those few light pink splashes and that sweet scent filling his nostrils enough for him to know what it was. "You cunning little girl…"

That snapped Jacaerys out of his haze of confusion for a few second, his body trembling, sweating. The boy was shaking so badly that Aemond was forced to grab him by the shoulder, steadying him like a mere rag doll. He lowered his head, staring at the golden shards of the teacup, stuttering in panic, slowly beginning to understand what had happened. Or almost. "D-Did you poison me?"

You clicked the tongue against the roof of your mouth a few times, shaking your head. "Do not be so dramatic, it is just some Dornish tea... If it is any consolation, it was not for you. I was planning to have my betrothed come here and drink it, so he could have fun with my sleeping body... As usual."

Jacaerys's eyes darkened with anger, but he barely had time to say anything offensive, his legs trembling despite Aemond's grip on his shoulder. The sweet drink remained burning in his veins, that agony worsening while his cock throbbed harder. "O-Oh, Gods... Make it stop..." He let out a too loud moan. Aemond had to put his palm against his mouth to prevent any guards from hearing that if they were patrolling around there.

"Shut up, Strong." Aemond growled and glanced at his twin sister. The turn of events was unexpected even for him. It had all happened quickly... He was still furious with his nephew, especially given the violence signs marked on your neck, but at the same time, he felt a certain satisfaction at the sight of the bastard trembling beneath his touch, begging for mercy.

"If you want this to stop... We can help you." To suggest it, you purred to Jacaerys, who shook his head with difficulty, as Aemond held his palm against his lips. "Do not be a prude now, nephew...What you are feeling will take hours to pass if you do not let us help."

Deep down, Jacaerys understood the implication of what his aunt and uncle were telling him. About what he truly needed to make that sensation go away. To make the burning and the pain subside...

But the idea of allowing himself to be touched, of allowing himself to betray Baela's trust like that. His cousin, his friend, his precious future wife... She did not deserve that. She did not deserve to be treated that way. He could not be unfaithful to her...

"N-No... Gods, no!" The sobbing groan sounded muffled, as his uncle dragged him to the bed, laying him down beside you. The dark-haired prince writhed, legs trembling so bad from trying to push you and Aemond away, also from wanting any physical contact, an ironic paradox. "I just want this to stop…" He managed to plead when Aemond pulled away enough for him to join you.

"Baela does not need to know." Aemond muttered, making you roll your eyes. For someone who had humiliated his nephews just hours earlier, he was being far too gentle.

"Baela will not know. We can pretend nothing ever happened." Like Aemond, you assured Jacaerys, holding his arms and watching him whimper helplessly, sweating at the feel of your skin against his. "Unless you decide to be an idiot and go seek help from someone else."

Aemond seemed to understand your train of thought, like a twin telepathy, smirking and humming. "If you do that, I will say you came here to threaten my sister after the fight we had at dinner. I will tell them you assaulted her and raped her."

Jacaerys's eyes widened, with his pretty face turning pale at the prospect of that half-lie being exposed and people believing it. He had not come there, in your private chambers, with the intention of physically harming you, much less attempting anything sexual against you. Yet, he had assaulted you — in a way.

Those bruises were evident on your neck, his fingers longer and thinner than Aegon's, but slightly smaller than Aemond's. Your family would know it was not one of your brothers who left those dark fingermarks.

Perhaps he could accuse you of giving him drink to heighten his sexual desires or other emotions, but at what cost? The chaos would be even worse than it had been at dinner. Rhaenyra would be disappointed that he had harmed you, despite everything. Baela would be furious that he had come to your bedchambers so late at night...

Would his fidelity be worth the risk of worsening the rivalry between his mother and her old best friend during the likely final months of his grandfather's life?

"B-Baela... She cannot know..." His words were shaky, sounding almost so low they would be impossible to hear without a little bit of effort. "P-Please, please! Never tell her about that, please..."

Aemond rolled his one violet eye at what the boy was saying, his desperation to remain noble in the eyes of that stupid girl was irritating. You butted in before Aemond had time to utter a grumble in response. "I already told you. Our dear cousin will not know about anything, believe me."

The promise brought Jacaerys no relief, much less comfort. There was a hint of darkness in both his aunt and uncle that did not go unnoticed by him even if you tried to hide it.

To Jacaerys's agony, neither of you touched him immediately. Instead, you prolonged his humiliation for a few more minutes, watching him squirm on the mattress like a fish out of water. And if that was not suffering enough, you pulled Aemond by the back of his neck, bringing him closer to feel his lips — dry compared to the softness of yours, yet delicious.

Jacaerys watched with wide eyes, wincing at how much the sight aroused him. He never thought he would see his uncle and aunt like that, much less thought he would enjoy watching something like that. The way Aemond groaned when his lower lip was bitten, only for you to lick the drop of blood on the small wound...

Fuck, he did not hesitate to reach his aching bulge, rubbing it as if his life depended on it.

Each one of those pathetic sounds made your cunt wetter than ever. Aemond hummed against your lips and pulled away a few inches, his eye scanning his entire nephew's figure. Jacaerys looked like a complete mess: full lips, tears streaming down his cheeks, hips moving up and down on their own, as if he were imagining fucking someone. You. Or perhaps even Aemond — he was already far from caring completely about how wrong, disgusting, and senseless that would be.

"Do you want try it too?" Aemond broke the silence. Jacaerys hesitated for a mere five seconds, then nodded, his conscience weighing on him. The realization that he was really eager for that — even if because of the herbs in the tea — made him self-conscious, wanting to die right then and there.

At Aemond's silent command, you grinned and grabbed Jacaerys by the dark hair, pulling it so that he was forced to lift his upper body until it was against yours.

Gods help him... He had never felt so hungry for anyone before. Your lips red from the previous kiss, your curves accentuated by the thin fabric of your nightgown... He could imagine you as the embodiment of The Maiden, without a doubt.

In the last few months, he had become so accustomed to kissing Baela and accustomed to imagine her full brown lips around his member, how satisfied he would likely be during the bedding ceremony... He was so accustomed to fidelity that the simple feel of your mouth felt like Heavens and Hells combined.

You claimed his mouth with more enthusiasm than you would have claimed a dragon if you already had one. Your teeth sank into his lower lip with more violence than they had sunk into Aemond's, heedless of the taste of blood and saliva running down your chins.

His hands roamed your body, his lack of experience was not lost on you, yet you still expected him to be a little bolder, less shy too. All he could do, though, was whimper without breaking the kiss, writhing and grabbing your thighs in search of anything to anchor him to reality.

His cheeks flushed as you urged him further, pulling your face away to lift one of his hands and place it on your clothed chest. The first time Jacaerys felt the warmth of a breast, he was almost certain he let out an involuntary whine.

"Touch me, Strong boy." A growl was all he let out before obeying the command, squeezing the soft flesh. "That is it, nephew..." You praised him, giving Aemond a quick glance. "It seems he is a fast learner."

Once Jacaerys got the hang of it, you allowed him to play with your breasts like a baby discovering the world. His pants felt tighter, and he felt like he was going to cum at any moment, his cock throbbing for release. Aemond enjoyed the sight beside him, leaving soft kisses on the back of your neck. "Are we really going to let him have his fun so easily?"

You sighed at those words. As much as you were enjoying letting him indulge in this new experience, Jacaerys was far from being the one who should have received the most pleasure. He had been a brat during the night, all smiles about his betrothal, then shooting you and Aemond looks that were anything but friendly, making that stupid speech about how he had not seen his uncle and his aunts in years, asking Helaena to dance so he could make Aegon feel jealous, and then having the audacity to punch Aemond.

And to make matters worse, he had decided to barge into your chambers, waiting for a confrontation, which soon escalated due to his own impulsive actions.

If there was one thing Jacaerys deserved that night, it was not to have fun without a little suffering.

With a sudden movement, you pushed him back onto the bed, giving him no time to react. One moment, Jacaerys was making a low, strangled sound because of the thud. The next, he was throwing his head back, trembling beneath you and trying to hold your hips. Aemond immediately stopped it. He grabbed his nephew's arms and pulled them behind his head, forcing the younger prince to remain still and endure everything.

You were acting like the finest whores from the brothels Aegon frequented. Your body moved back and forth in a slow pace, pressing down so that the outline of Jacaerys's cock was perfectly centered between your cunt's outer lips.

Meanwhile, Aemond saw Jacaerys squirming and trying to escape. Instead, Aemond's grip was tightened, and he gave him a warning look. Then, watching Jacaerys's desperation grow stronger, an unexpected thought crossed his mind. It was quite a sight, he had to admit it. Jacaerys's gaze, which until that night had only contained resentment, now held an intense emotion between desire and hopelessness, silently begging for some relief, begging you to help him get rid of those effects, as you had promised.

Feeling attracted to Jacaerys for the first time was not something Aemond was proud of. It was shameful to be physically attracted to a bastard who had always mocked him in the past and who continued to defend and justify his bratty brother's actions. Despite everything, Jacaerys did not have to know what was going on in his uncle's mind. Pretending it was all just about punishment was the only sensible option.

Jacaerys did not even realize Aemond had undone the ties of his black trousers until he was being pulled by his hair, facing to his uncle's crotch. "Suck it." The sight of Aemond's pink cock made Jacaerys want to yell. Not because he found it disgusting, but because he was not finding it as bad as he should have been.

"W-What? No!" He used one hand — that one now free — to hold Aemond's wrist. His grip did not do much good: the punch at dinner had been proof that Jacaerys was not as strong as he had hoped to be. "Fuck you, get off me!"

Watching all that resistance was quite entertaining, and you stopped moving, which made Jacaerys look up to meet yours. "Auntie?"

"My brother wants you to suck him. So do it."

"I am not going to do that." Even though he replied, Jacaerys was aware he was not sounding the least bit firm. He could have been saying he did not want to, yet pre-cum was soaking his clothes. A part of him wondered if the tea was the one to blame for his arousal, or if he was actually craving that situation.

Without saying a word, you got off Jacaerys's lap, sitting back down on the mattress, this time between his legs. His eyebrows rose and he swallowed hard when he watched you pull down his trousers and woven wool breeches — having no trouble undoing the drawstrings —, revealing what you most desired at the moment.

His cock was throbbing, so hard it made him feel like he was about to convulse at any moment. There was so much pre-cum dripping that you hand felt wet as you touched the base of his shaft. "Seven Hells..."

Aemond took advantage of Jacaerys's distraction to grab a handful of his hair and thrust himself into his nephew's mouth, giving him no chance to pull away in time.

"Do not you dare bite me." Aemond ordered through gritted teeth as Jacaerys began to writhe again, feeling that uncomfortable tightness in his jaw.

Just like your brother, you wasted no time. After looking at Aemond using the younger prince's mouth for about two minutes, you stripped off your nightgown, spitting into your own hand to pump Jacaerys's cock — though it was not necessary, anyway — and lift its base.

The sound that rumbled from Jacaerys's chest as you put his cock inside you was muffled by Aemond's inside his mouth. Your brother squeezed his eye shut at the vibration around him caused by Jacaerys's moan, his fingers giving a rough grip on those dark stands and pulling him closer, forcing Jacaerys to swallow every inch.

Meanwhile, you arched your back, barely able to maintain a completely satisfying pace without wobbling on top of him, reveling in the opportunity to claim your bastard nephew's virginity, staining him for his future marriage. Taking something that would be important to Jacaerys and Baela, the same way Lucerys took something from Aemond because of all them.

As you rode back and forth, Aemond fucked Jacaerys's mouth faster, drool dripping down his chin and wetting the white sheets. A part of Aemond was feeling jealous of seeing someone other than himself fucking his beloved twin sister. It was obvious that you were at the height of pleasure, riding Jacaerys exactly as he had taught you in the past, driving the virgin boy wild. On the other hand, his release was coming closer against his better judgment at the experience of receiving such a sloppy blowjob.

For Jacaerys, his self-loathing grew stronger. Every time you bounced on him, his entire length throbbed, pulsing inside you while his own hips moved up, trying to get deeper into your tight little cunt.

He choked nonstop, his brown eyes filled with tears, a mixture of pleasure, pain, and humiliation combined. Everything hurt too much. His throat felt raw, barely able to accommodate Aemond's entire length there. With his entire body trembling and sweating, Jacaerys struggled to hold onto your waist, arms falling to his sides in surrender. Instead, they reached for the sheets, clutching them for support.

Aemond no longer needed to maintain a tight grip on him: willingly or not, Jacaerys was already into that, so Aemond could used his hand to cup one of your breasts, smirking at the sight of them bouncing as you moved. "I bet this is the first time you have seen a pair of tits." Aemond's mocking weighed on Jacaerys's heart. It hurt the poor boy's pride to admit the truth, and that was the reason why Aemond pulled his cock out from his throat.

He expected an answer, so Jacaerys did not dare lie, much less resist — not when he was so sensitive, balls heavy and aching, desperate for release. "Yeah, it is..."

Aemond teased him further more. "It is...?" With a raised eyebrow and that typical sideways smirk, he stepped back so his nephew could get a better look at how hot you looked: messy silver hair, sweaty body, breasts bouncing so close to his face... And that damn smug smile, proving you knew perfectly well the effects it had on his mind. "Beg your auntie to let you suck her tits. Beg, then we will let you cum."

For a few seconds, the world seemed to freeze. There was nothing left in Jacaerys's mind but the disgusting desire to go further, to let himself be claimed, even if just for that night. Even if he would leave that chambers hating the two of you forever later. Even if he would be ashamed of his own actions and thoughts for years to come and would have to lie to Baela.

In that moment, quite close to receiving what he needed, Jacaerys did not bother to think about the future. Despite his contempt for the whole damn situation, the aching sensation in his lower abdomen did not subside, not even for a minute. "P-Please, auntie! Hnngh, please... Let me... Let me suck your tits, please!"

"See? You are cuter when you are obedient. Perhaps Aemond and I should threaten you more often." Your cunt clenched around his big cock, causing him to let out a string of low curses, excess pre-cum filling your hole, a sign that he was close.

Glancing at your twin, you sighed in relief as Aemond nodded, allowing you to let Jacaerys cum. Also allowing you to cum for that pathetic bastard.

Jacaerys sobbed, the waves of pleasure began to surge, the veins of his cock pulsing as he felt the spasms of your tight walls. He barely reacted when you gripped his hair, pulling him until he was right against your chest. Finally, after so much riding, Jacaerys let out a strangled cry, the loud sound muffled by your heavy breasts against his sweaty face.

His cock stuttered inside you, eyes rolling back into his head and his vision filling with flashes of light, before going completely dark with the intensity of his high.

"Jace?" Baela's sweet voice snapped him out of his reverie, noticing the way he was staring at the plate of food in disgust, the pie suddenly not looking as tasty as it had at the beginning of the ceremony.

Clearing his throat to mask the tightness in his heart, Jacaerys raised his gaze to meet Baela's. "I am fine, my love." He hoped she would not notice something strange again. That she would not notice how he refused to make eye contact with the newlyweds any longer than necessary.

More than ever, Jacaerys wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. He could not face the harsh reality, could not forget what had happened three years ago. Every time he drank tea, every time he had sex with Baela... All he could think about was his aunt and uncle using his body.

Although he hoped you had forgotten about that night, he also knew he was deeply mistaken. You raised the goblet of wine you were drinking from and winked at him, a silent teasing about the night that would weigh on his conscience until the last days of his life.

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