have it your way
pairing: valarr targaryen x aerion targaryen x female reader (loose name/description)
summary: aerion approaches valarr, your prince, with a proposition that you cannot say no to.
warning: 18+ smut, voyeurism, reader goes to paris, foreplay, doggy, female gratification, penetration, oral sex.
Maekar slammed his hand against the table at supper; an action seldom seen from him.
I will not have you two jousting one another before a crowd of, of fishermen and blacksmiths. He grunted as he looked from Aerion to Valarr. The two had stopped talking over one another immediately.
Valarr looked to his father for reassurance, but Baelor only gently shook his head at him. Aerion ripped at his roast chicken with his bare hands, shrugging as he smirked at Valarr.
Well, cousin. He said as his smirk dropped and into a feigned concerned look. Your ego lives another day.
You looked to your Prince, Valarr, as he raised his cup of wine slowly to his mouth. He smirked himself, unbothered. It was an unnecessary display of egos but a delight he was curious to indulge in. Valarr’s reputation on the field was superior to Aerion’s. As you last recalled, no horses were deliberately harmed on the field in Valarr’s presence.
Baelor twirled the ring on his middle finger with his thumb in thought, as Maekar huffed. He was done with his food and sat back in his chair, looking from Valarr to Aerion.
You cannot joust against one another. The King will not allow it. Baelor's tone was soft, final.
Valarr waited until you had approached the bed in your nightgown before coming to you from behind. He ran his fingers up through your hair, into your scalp, from the base of the back of your neck up. You hummed, as you closed your eyes at the sensation.
He was quiet, tranquil from knowing he had infuriated Aerion earlier. They were too similar in age, a mere month apart, it was natural out of all the cousins, for them to rival one another. Valarr saw his cousins face as he closed his eyes, kissing the back of your soft head.
You like that, my Princess? He asked you quietly.
You pushed your backside into Valarr’s crotch, feeling his erection stiffen against your body. He was needy this eve and so were you. Valarr moved his hands from your hair slowly, bringing them down to your shoulders, massaging you gently, his finger tips kneading your tense muscles.
I love that. You exhaled.
Next supper you sat further from the head of the table, but still beside Valarr and opposite Daeron. An unofficial seating arrangement that naturally happened and others stuck with.
You were all joined by Lord Dewhill and Lord Ferrier and their wives from the North. Their boisterous voices echoed through the hall; it made a pleasant change from the tempered voices amongst cutlery scraping against plates.
Lord Ferrier guffawed, indulging Baelor in the story of how he “enchanted” his Lady Saera. As you sat and listened to his abhorrent version, it took most of your energy to pretend to be entertained by it all. Then you noticed, as you looked up to Aerion, sat directly opposite Valarr; he tilted his head at your Prince, his eyebrow raising suggestively. Neither of them were paying attention to Lord Ferrier’s story, and neither was Daeron, slumped in his chair, gazing up at Lady Saera, or rather her cleavage.
She howled, my Lord, like a banshee. Lord Ferrier chuckled and you sat forward to take a grape from the gold platter before you. Every part of you hoped Valarr would never discuss you with other Lord’s in such a manner. It set a bad taste in your mouth.
You glanced to Aerion who was watching you, as if your body had sensed his eyes on you. A smirk in the corner of his mouth formed as you leaned back into your seat, Valarr’s hand crept into your lap, squeezing your thigh encouragingly.
My daughter is turning ten and six this summer, we would be honoured for you to join our festivities planned. Lord Ferrier spoke again after a beat of much-needed silence, regarding Baelor at the head of the table.
Your little banshee. Aerion spoke up. Do they still make it to ten and six?
Aerion. Maekar gritted his teeth as his eyes twitched in his direction.
Forgive me, Lord Ferrier. Baelor threw Aerion a glare himself and sat forward to take a handful of nuts. My nephew jests, no ill intent. He lied.
Lord Ferrier’s eyes flickered from Aerion back to Baelor as his wife shuffled in her seat, glancing from Aerion to Daeron. A rush of thoughts flowed through Lord Ferrier's mind, all the things he wish he could say to the grandson of the King.
You watched as Aerion picked food out of his tooth with his tongue, and as he licked the corners of his mouth - he caught you gazing at him red handed. His eyes lingered, and briefly regarded your upper body, your neck, chest.
Little Bree. A young lady she is now. Baelor spoke to settle the tension but you stopped paying attention. Valarr’s hand squeezed you and you noticed again, Aerion exchanging looks with Valarr. It didn’t disturb you, rather bait your curiosity. Usually the two could barely look at each other without one saying something to the other. They simply couldn’t help themselves. Even with guests.
In your chamber, you watched Valarr as he undressed into his nightclothes. He glanced at you, sat on the edge of the bed, running a drop of oil up either of your arms.
I must ask. Valarr finally said, you lifted your head to watch him to speak to you.
Yes? You waited for him to say something, it was about to come out of his mouth but he stalled and could not find the words.
Until you both settled in bed, you turned to face him under the sheets, as he gazed at the ceiling in his thoughts. You ran your hand across his hairy chest, speckled with platinum-white hairs amongst the dark brown, your nails gently grazed him to calm.
Valarr, speak to me. You told him, as you watched his face, his eyes barely moving, blinking. I can feel you tense.
His eyes dropped to you, studying your face, as his mouth tensed in thought, he rubbed them together.
I've had a request, quite peculiar. Valarr confessed, your hand stopped moving across his chest.
What request? Your heart fluttered in your chest nervously, wondering.
Aerion spoke to me last night. Valarr mumbled.
He spoke to you? Not about the jousting again, surely? You thought it might not be the case, but it was the only thing you could think of in that moment.
No. He requested to watch us. Valarr exhaled and watched for your reaction; his mismatched eyes flickering between each of yours.
Watch us? You felt Valarr's hand at your waist, caressing you tenderly.
Intimately...here. He cleared his throat and you sat up, your long dark hair moving across your shoulders, dangling your breasts. He would like to watch us.
And what did you tell him? You asked, turning your head to regard him.
That I would discuss it with you. He said matter of factly. I would never-
What interest does he have in us, to propose such, such a thing, I-. You scowled in thought as you struggled to find the words, looking across into the darkness of your chamber.
Though you sat in utter disbelief, you secretly knew that it interested you and filled you with a distinct heat between your legs. It wasn't particularly a unique scenario, the King himself observed many couples. But Aerion was no king.
You are upset. I will simply tell him no. Valarr exhaled but you ran your hand across his meaty thigh.
I'm not upset. Your voice was quiet, your calmness surprised you - Aerion often scared you, intimidated you though you would never admit to such a thing.
I'm, contemplating.
It took you two days to confess to Valarr. You had avoided both him and Aerion as you became consumed with the idea. The proposition. Baelor had briefly visited you in your chamber to see if you were well, but you feigned a headache, caused by too much sun.
You had not slept the night Valarr raised Aerion's proposition to you. The notion of Aerion seeing you so vulnerable - it was something you had never thought about but the thought alone equally turned you on. A perverse part of you wanted to show Aerion how Valarr pleased you, touched you, kissed you. You wanted him to hear your moans, as Valarr's hands roamed your soft, eager body.
In bed, Valarr initiated, caressing your breasts first. You had not shared a bed with him in two days, and in that time he became compunctious, needy. He massaged you over the silk as you unbraided your hair. Valarr adored the sensation of the fullness of your breasts against the smooth material of your nightgown. You settled back down as he leaned over you, his other hand taking you by the face as he began kissing your neck, up to your mouth. His tongue slipped inside you, melting into your tongue, warm and wet.
I accept Aerion. You moaned into Valarr's mouth, pausing him immediately.
Valarr pulled from your mouth with a gentle pop, as he rubbed his lips together in thought. He kissed you again, slowly this time, squeezing your breast, restrainedly. Valarr hummed against your mouth and ran his hand down your body, to the top of your legs over your nightgown.
Tonight? Valarr whispered into your mouth as his eyes remained open.
Tonight? You repeated, blinking in thought, your chest began to pound. Would he only watch us?
That depends on our stipulations. Valarr suggested. Conditions. It does not have to be only as he says.
Stipulations. You repeated. Might we ask that he undresses too?
Valarr scowled in thought, wondering why you would want to see Aerion nude, but he then understood. No secrets between any.
I'm sure he would accept. Valarr shrugged his shoulder.
You pressed your wet lips together and sat up in your bed, playing with your necklace at your chest. You had forgotten to take it off, your mind entirely elsewhere. Valarr followed, sitting up and ran his hands through his hair.
It does not have to be tonight. Valarr put his hand down your spine, sending tingles through you.
It can be. You nodded, knowing if you left it any longer you would regret it. It should be.
Valarr slipped from the bed, putting his black velvet robe on. Before you could say another word, he left your chamber, leaving you in a silence too queer to comprehend. You stood, leaving your bed, and floated almost across the stone floor towards the mirror. Your hair was waved from the braids, your cheeks flushed pink from the realisation of what you had just accepted. What surprised you more than anything, was how calm Valarr had been. From Aerion, it was entirely plausible, but for Valarr to not only accept it himself, and raise to you, made you wonder just how similar to two cousins were.
You paused at the balcony door for fresh air, watching the clouds part and expose the full moon. Your feet settled flat against the cold stone beneath you, almost grounding you from this dream-like sensation. Maybe you would wake, a dreamer like Daeron.
The moonlight hit your face and you closed your eyes as you heard the door to your chamber open again. As you turned slowly, you held onto the stone balcony, feeling your legs slightly tremble as Aerion emerged, just ahead of Valarr.
Valarr closed the door hurriedly and ran his hand through his hair again; he was anxious. Aerion regarded your chamber, no smirk, no smug expression. He was an entirely different man here.
My Lady. Aerion spoke softly to you.
You nodded once at him and your eyes darted to Valarr as he paced the room towards the fire.
Close the balcony door my love. Valarr asked you, taking his robe off and draping it over the back of the chair closest to him.
I need to ask. You began, as the two regarded you, waiting for your question.
Why I want to watch you? Aerion finished your question, resting his hands at his black leather belt. He wore his red velvet jacket over his black breeches, no shirt underneath. You nodded at him slowly as your chest heaved in your butter-yellow nightgown.
I've thought about it since you wed. Aerion exhaled, his tongue curling out of to lick the corner of his mouth. Often. His eyes took you in deliciously, focusing on your waist for a few moments.
A noise like a hum escaped your throat as you looked to Valarr; he stood with his hands at his side.
There is a condition. You said trying not to elicit your nerves, Aerion never took his eyes off of you. You will undress also.
As you wish. Aerion pouted nonplussed, his eyes still studying your entire body from head to toe. Then I must ask, I must see your face as Valarr fucks you.
M-hm. You managed as Valarr stepped towards you.
And you? Aerion asked Valarr.
Valarr shook his head as he stepped forward, taking your face in his hands, kissing you intensely as he inhaled. His lips overtook your top lip, as your hands grasped his biceps. Valarr’s lips were soft but insistent, and as he angled his head to reach his tongue into your mouth, your eyes flickered to Aerion, who was moving a chair to face the bed.
The silk of your nightgown pressed against Valarr's nightclothes as he pushed his body into yours. He squeezed your face gently as he tilted you, rubbing his wet lips against yours. You moaned uncontrollably into Valarr, and heard Aerion collapse into his chair. Valarr turned you, so Aerion could see both of your bodies against one another. His hand ventured down your body, caressing your backside thoroughly as his fingers spread wide, so he could hold as much of you as he could.
Valarr stepped forward, guiding you both back to your bed. He ran his hands up through your hair again, sending goosebumps across your skin; whenever he played with your hair it sent ripples through you. Valarr pushed you against the bed but you remained standing until your legs could not keep you up any longer. The bed gave way as your body pressed into it, your hands moving behind you as Valarr leaned over you. He pulled away from your mouth noisily for a moment, your lips popping apart from one another. Valarr took you by the waist and threw you up further into the bed, following you on his knees. Your eyes did not move across to Aerion, though you could see him indirectly, as he sat in nothing but his red velvet jacket.
Valarr found your mouth again, pushing you down onto your back fully, as he moved on top of you. He moved into your neck, kissing you sloppily.
A quiet gasp escaped your mouth as he settled between your legs, against your soft, silken body. His tongue slid across you, slow and lazily, down your body, until he kissed your lower stomach, the top of your legs. Valarr lifted your nightgown slowly, just enough to expose your lower half. The first stroke of his tongue teased you, tasting just how wet you were for him, for Aerion. He licked you slowly, from your entrance to your clit, sucking you tentatively. His hands caressed your thighs vigorously, his finger tips squeezing your doughy skin, and his tongue did it again and again, slower than the previous time. Your hands found his hair, fingernails grazing across his scalp, finding the streak of platinum hair you so adored. You didn't want to pull his hair and it took every part of you to control yourself.
Another groan escaped your throat, quiet and high-pitched, as you felt Valarr's finger tease your wet entrance. His middle finger, slipped inside you and you groaned again uncontrollably, still not looking Aerion's way. You lifted your chin to the ceiling, gently tugging now at Valarr's soft hair.
Look at me. Aerion's voice broke through the heated quiet of only your soft groans, kisses.
Your eyes fluttered and you looked towards Aerion, as you felt Valarr's hot warm tongue between your legs, his finger twisting inside you. You pressed your mouth shut as Aerion studied you, Valarr.
Is he inside you? Aerion asked, and you nodded gently squeezing Valarr’s hair. Can you take another? Aerion asked and you nodded again, feeling Valarr shift, another finger slipped inside you, his ring finger. You lifted your chin again, arching your back to move yourself into him a little further.
Valarr sucked at you noisily and you groaned, feeling the tip of his tongue flick your clit painfully slowly, repeatedly, as his fingers twisted inside you, pushing deep and curling for further pleasure.
Another moan and Valarr pulled his mouth from you, glistening from your wetness. He moved back up your body, kissing you as he went slowly, tearing your nightgown from your body. He lifted it slowly as you raised your arms to help him remove it. As you lay beneath him, fully exposed, you heard as Aerion stood from his chair, his hand extending to take your dress. You watched him take it from Valarr, as you felt Valarr's mouth at your neck, groaning into you. Aerion smelled your gown, pushing the silk into his face, his eyes still on you.
It was hard to break free from his steely gaze, feeling Valarr's mouth sucking at your neck. It was like Aerion was doing this to you. His hands roamed your body, again at your now free breasts. He squeezed them together and sat up, tearing his mouth from your neck, he sucked at your nipples, taking his time with each of them. Aerion lowered your nightgown from his face, resting it into his expose lap. You were unable to see his groin; you wondered if he was hard.
Valarr moaned against your breasts and dragged his tongue across them both, kissing you passionately. You arched your back as another high-pitched gasp escaped you uncontrollably.
How does she taste? Aerion asked, and your eyes returned to him. Valarr remained with his face in your chest.
Divine. Valarr panted; his hot breath against your skin.
You lifted your knees as Valarr pushed his body against you, pinning you into the bed. Your body yearned for Valarr, for his throbbing cock, you couldn't wait a second longer, as you moved your hair from your face. You sat up and pushed Valarr back up, removing his clothes from his toned bod. He helped, puling his shirt up and off, discarding it to the floor. You loosened his breeches and pushed them down his legs, as he shifted to one knee at a time to remove them. His torso was hairy, and you adored the sensation of your fingers grazing his hairs. As Valarr knelt before you, nude as you were, your hands slid down his torso to his stiff erection, throbbing almost. You held him gently as he let out a sigh, lifting his chin briefly to the ceiling, before looking back down at your body, the way your arms had pushed your breasts tightly together.
Valarr put his hands into the bed, as he rested down against your body, he was ready to fuck you, desperate to. You rubbed your lips together as you felt him inch closer, his tip almost at your entrance. The anticipation made you ravenous.
Spit on him, no? Aerion spoke up, softly again.
You both looked his way, Valarr sat up as he ran his hands through his hair, watching you sit up, following his erection. You gently spat onto his tip, massaging him slowly enough to make Valarr groan.
Good girl. Aerion told you, as Valarr rested back down onto you, your eyes remained on Aerion, his face flushed red now. The intensity even affecting him now.
There was something deep inside you, yearning to keep watching Aerion as Valarr entered you, his throbbing tip grazing your entrance, up to your clitoris, like his tongue had before. He rubbed you teasingly, and you gently pressed tour lips together in anticipating. Valarr took your face with his hand, turning your face to look up at him, not Aerion. He thrust into you and you moaned, one hand at his lower torso, the other holding your breasts. You cried out softly, feeling him spread you, as you moved your hand immediately to the bedding, something to grab hold onto. Valarr took hold of your waist, slowly building rhythm, not even fully inside you still. He exhaled nosily, almost groaning, watching your body sweat beneath him. Your chest had turned pink from the passion, the heat of your body radiating.
Oh, God's. You managed, as Valarr took both of your hands, bringing them to his hairy chest. He needed your hands, as he moved back slowly, he thrusted again back into you hard.
The way Valarr rolled his hips, in and out of you, made your gaze wander up his body, focusing on his movements, his tensed face. You closed your eyes and tensed your brow; you were close to coming and Aerion could sense it as you squeaked through gritted teeth.
On your knees, Lady. Aerion spoke up but Valarr continued his rhythm, glancing across to Aerion with his brow furrowed in concentration. On your knees.
Please. You cried, holding Valarr's thighs, but he pulled out from you and exhaled, flipping you over onto your front. He tapped your backside encouragingly and squeezed you, as you moved onto your hands and knees, aware Aerion watched your every move.
Valarr caressed your backside as you fixed your hair, it tickled across your back. His fingers squeezed your backside as he positioned himself again and you arched your back like a cat as you felt him enter you again, the press feeling like heaven. It was teasing, the slight stretch and expansion of your body, bending to his size. Your nails tensed into the bed, taking fistfuls of bedding as your breathing quivered. It didn't matter to you now Aerion was watching, Valarr was too good for you to care.
Fuck. Valarr gasped, pulling you by the waist to come back against him, the sound of your backside slapping gently against his waist.
The bed beneath you creaked as his cock thrusted deeper into you. Valarr's fingers moved up your waist, finding that spot that made you twist in his grip, it tickled so.
Oh, God's, Valarr. You exhaled, turning your face uncontrollably towards Aerion.
Your eyes were glossed from the pleasure of Valarr and you watched as Aerion rose from his chair, dropping your gown as well as his red velvet jacket. He was hard, and as he walked his erection barely moved, he was so stiff. You could feel Valarr grip you tighter as Aerion stopped in front of you, close to the edge of the bed. You pressed your lips together to stifle your moan but couldn't help yourself, as Aerion took your face by the chin.
Good girl, Princess. Aerion told you, his voice soft. Does Valarr feel good?
You nodded and closed your eyes momentarily, feeling him thrust a little harder into you as you nodded. Aerion looked at your body, then up to Valarr, watching him fuck you gloriously. Any moment you were going to come, but Aerion wanted to make you work a little harder for it.
Do you like what you see? Aerion asked, taking himself with one hand, as the other remained at your chin.
Valarr hadn't stopped, voiced his distaste in what Aerion was doing. He had every opportunity to deny Aerion to you. Instead he continued to fuck you from behind, squeezing your backside then caressing you every now and again.
You finally nodded, looking up Aerion's body, into his violet eyes. You bit your bottom lip as you moaned like you were in pain. You wanted to drop your head but Aerion wouldn't let you.
Taste me. He said, looking up to Valarr as you raised your hand to hold him.
Aerion was veiny, pink, and throbbing for you. As you put your mouth just over his tip, he exhaled, then came your tongue. You pressed him against your wet tongue and slowly moved downward, taking him one inch more at a time. You took your hand from him and rested it against his waist, feeling his muscles rigid. Valarr continued thrusting into you, his pubic hair grazing your skin, and you moved your backside into him, letting him know you were still there for him, working with his rhythm.
You pulled your mouth away from Aerion and exhaled, leaving him wet and sloppy from your mouth. You put your hand back around his cock and stroked him adoringly, until Valarr stopped, deep inside you. He held tightly onto your waist and rolled you back against him until you cried out, your hand tightening around Aerion.
Oh, God's, Valarr. You begged. Please.
You could feel Valarr's hand move from your backside, as he reached to your clitoris, his fingers tickling you cruelly. You couldn't speak, as you closed your eyes and put your mouth back to Aerion. Your tongue licked him from the base to the tip, as you then took him into your mouth, sucking him and crying out in a squeak. Valarr felt impossibly good, and he wasn't stopping. You were so close to coming, you could feel the clench in your body, the rising point of pleasure. Aerion gathered your hair in his hands and stroked you gently.
Look at me. He growled and you obeyed, there was no hesitation to do as he said; his violet eyes were trained on you and you only.
Valarr's fingers continued circling your clit and you felt it, your orgasm. It rippled through your body and you kept your mouth around Aerion as your thighs clenched, trembled against Valarr. You closed your eyes as you moaned in pleasure, unlike anything you had ever experienced.
Princess, did you come? Aerion took your face in his hand as you pulled your mouth away from his cock. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and nodded slowly, as Valarr continued to fuck you from behind.
I'm not far off. Valarr exhaled, both his hands back at your waist, squeezing, pulling.
Do you want him to come inside you? Aerion asked you, his hands releasing your hair, he held you by the chin again, lifting you up from the bed so you were no longer on your hands. You sat up nodding your head, though Valarr still fucked you, closer to Aerion's eye-level now. He ran his hands to your breasts, pinching your nipples gently, then massaging them firmly.
Do you hear that, Prince. Be sure to come inside your Princess. Aerion said as his lips slowly moved to yours; you accepted him gladly.
Aerion angled his head to kiss you, thrusting his tongue into your mouth, you groaned into his mouth. He let go of your breasts and moved his hands to your face, controlling how he accessed your mouth, how passionately he kissed you. You moved your hand back behind you, resting it on top of Valarr's, a gentle reassurance you were still thinking of him, wanting him, loving him.
As Valarr came inside you, he grunted and groaned, pressing his mouth against your hot, sweating back. He had tensed and released himself inside you, pulsating, and he slowly stopped, remaining inside you. He was watching Aerion, his mouth around yours, his hands running through your hair. Slowly he pulled back and analysed your face carefully; your pink cheeks, your wet open mouth, the way your eyes glistened in the orange glow. Aerion gave you a moment to breathe, allowing you to collapse on the bed again, as Valarr pulled himself out of you. He collapsed onto the bed beside you, rubbing the back of his arm across his sweating forehead.
Aerion walked around the bed and stretched his arms, the muscles in the upper half of his body tensing. He knelt into the bed and crawled to your body on his knees.
Do you accept me? Aerion asked, gazing at your body, your heaving chest, your pink, wet pussy.
You looked across to Valarr who was on his back too, looking to Aerion curiously. His nostrils were flared from his panting, desperate to control his breathing. You couldn't take another; you were still sensitive from Valarr and almost trembling. But you nodded despite this, you couldn't deny him. Your body couldn't deny him.
Aerion bent your knees slowly as he moved towards you, gazing down at your slightly shaking body. The sweat at the valley between your breasts, the pinkness across your skin from the heat, the intensity. Aerion was not as long as Valarr, but he was slightly thicker in girth, a notion that intimidated you nonetheless.
You're still wet. Aerion ran his thumb over your sensitive entrance and you flinched, clenching your thighs around Aerion's waist. He smiled, as he glanced to Valarr, still laying on his back. He watched every move.
As Aerion entered you, the tip of his cock stretching you slightly, you arched your back. Your hand desperately searched, feeling for Valarr, as he sat up and put his mouth to yours. Aerion held your waist tightly, his rhythm more harsh than Valarr's now.
You groaned into Valarr's mouth, having missed how his lips, his tongue felt against yours. His hand moved into your hair, his fingers digging slightly into your scalp to almost get you to focus on him, not Aerion.
Oh, fuck, God's. You cried into his mouth as Valarr's tongue crashed against yours, Aerion's cock thumped into you relentlessly.
Is that nice, Princess? Aerion panted, the flicks of his platinum-blonde hair sticking out.
Aerion didn't stop until he came, but pulled out of you just in time, painting your lower stomach in white glistening streaks. Valarr gazed at your body, then Aerion's, swallowing and licking his lips. He regarded Aerion, flustered, as he collapsed on your other side, gazing up at the ceiling with the pair of you.
✨✨This was so much fun, holy cow!!!! ✨✨
dividers by @strangergraphics <3
