AEGONXREADer fanfic.
Name: for the night is dark and full of terrors
Concept; You are a Priestress of the Light and are invited by Queen to heal the King with your mother. You are both not interested in healing that old poor man tho. Aegon takes a liking to you.
Warnings: Calling someone a whore mild little smut, intended murder and mentions of killing.
Short snippet
This is how I deadass imagine her mother btw:
You smile, kissing the prince on both his cheeks before moving down his neck, to his abs, to his belly teasing him. He grins before grabbing a handful of your dark locks. 'Tell me, priestess. Do you often spend time in your client's bed?' He asks when pulling your head up. There is something calming about Aegon Targaryens' simplicity. You like there is no hidden agenda when you are with him. It is just him and you.
You like who he is when you two are alone. You like his kindness, his shyness, and his sincerity. It all changes when someone enters. The mask he wears comes back on, and you feel yourself become distant the moment that he does.
Your mother is here on Queen Alicent's invitation to heal the King. You know her magic very well, and you just know she will succeed in doing that. 'You, you are not my client. I am just your subject and you are my prince.' You mutter against his lips. You gently bite down on his under lip until there is a bit of blood and suck it away. He hisses.
You grin before deliciously letting your tongue explore more of his body. You keep him pinned down, panting a bit of desire when he undoes you of your gown. It's still very cold compared to your homeland but you'll take it. Aegon likes your orange gowns, and he is the hand feeding you. You want him to be pleased. Happy. You fuck him when he is sad, you let him touch you and listen to his stories and give him advice.
He kisses your neck, leaving big, messy kisses before going to your breasts. You hear the door open of his rooms, but for not one moment does your attention weaver. You are focused on Aegon and Aegon alone. Even when footsteps can be heard in the room. Even when Aegon gently makes you pause by grabbing your hands. You giggle.
A shadow falls over you. You give your best grin and smile at the other prince who, according to you, does not know how to have fun at all. You see him stare at your recently bitten breasts, and you wonder if this is the first time he sees a female body he did not pay for.
You always liked his attention as well, but he is much more difficult to please. Aegon trusts you, Aemond does not. 'Why am I not surprised?' He grits out angrily at his brother. 'Mother send the entire Kingsguard looking for you; and here you are getting fucked by a foreign whore.' You roll your eyes at that insult.
Even Aegon is annoyed by his brother interrupting your time together. 'I am busy, come back later.' Your hands softly touch his belly before going down in his pants. You take them off and roll yourself on top of him once more before gently kissing his cheeks.
You don't even attempt to hide and roll on your front like a cat. Your legs dangle in the air briefly before you make a little bow to the prince. He just sighs. You seek Aegons affection and continue kissing him, even pinning him and eventually fucking him when his other brother watches.
Aegon grins, and you make a soft cry as he likes when he trusts his hips to yours. 'Non Westerosi girls are truly something else.' He says when holding your hands, forcing you to be on his lap.
Aemond just glares at both of you. You lower your eyes. He slams the door, taking out his anger on an innocent wooden door. 'Mother needs to speak to you. The maester told us you weren't studying. What were you doing? You also missed your appointments yesterday. Care to tell me what was so important that you left the meeting so early?'
Aegon sighs before letting go of you. He can't find pleasure this way with his brother yelling at him and blaming him. You notice he gets upset by it, and that makes you angry. 'Me,' you ring out dryly before getting off Aegon. 'I was so important.' You cheekily smile before getting up and walking to the other Prince. Aegon still sits in his bed but clearly doubts if he should call you back or not.
You are still naked as you stand in front of Aemond within reach. You wonder what he'll do now that you are naked. He turns his anger to you. 'You are in trouble. You have no future if you continue living like this. Aegon is already married, and you have no value for a man anymore.'
You chuckle. 'I admire that you worry for me.' You say knowing that it will upset him even more if you do not take this seriously. You do not understand the problem. So they as men get to fuck who they want but you as women should stay pure? Pathetic mindset made up by even more pathetic men.
Like you suspected, he gets angry at your comment. He does not want you to think that he worries for your future. 'I do not worry for you-'
You Hush him by gently putting your fingers on his lips. He freezes and waits for you to speak again.
'Do not worry about my future. It has been taken care of. As for your brother...' You walk back to Aegon and take place next to him in his bed. You gently kiss his mouth again as your hands go to his body to touch him. You need him.
You turn head to the other Prince. 'Are you into watching only, or do you want to participate as well?' Aemond growls at you exposing his teeth before storming off.
You roll your hips against Aegons and eagerly bite on his neck. You taste the salt of his skin and bring your lips close to his ear before whispering that you are his. He tops you and takes you with three rough trusts. It's not enough. You want him to lose control. You want him to come deep inside you. You eagerly fuck him and kiss him.
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When your mother calls for your it's late. 'You smell like dragon, darling.' Your mother says, still reading her spell book. You nod before sitting down and take off your shoes.
'Aegon needed my advice.' You say explaining yourself. Your mother chuckles delighted.
'Did he?'
You nod.
'He wanted to know what we think of the Lord of Light.' There is a defeaning silence. Your mother has her book shut and the flames in the candles flicker dangerously. 'How much did you tell him?'
You change subject quickly.
'How is the king doing?'
Your mother sighs.
'He is dying, darling. He is not going to be saved. You can not save a sick tree. You can only cut it down before it affects the forest.' You nod in agreement.
That is true. But it does not explain why you are both here.
'Hmhm. Why did you...bother to waste magic on him if you knew he was going to die anyway?' You ask.
She takes your hands into her own. You watch the burns on her fingertips and feel the warmth of it. 'Because of you, darling. If we play our cards well, and if you keep doing what I ask; you might end up sitting that marvelous iron chair they have downstairs.' She speaks to you in your homeland tongue. Dothraki.
'I do not understand-' they value lineage. You are not Targaryen. So how will you sit that throne? Will she think that Aegon will marry you? He is already married. The realm loves the princess he is married to too much. Remarrying is not an option for him. And there's the other elephant in the room. His sister is the first in line. She will need to die first and all her little children.
You do not know the children, but they are children. You will not hurt them. Not if they are innocent. So is the princess.
Your mother keeps her eyes aimed at your necklace, where a diamond covers a heavy burn.
'You do not have to. Just keep Aegon happy. That is all I ask.'
You nod half but have the feeling she is hiding something.
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'What's so important that-'
'ME!'
Lmaaaao
