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Sworn Shield- Aegon II Targaryen x Sibling!OC x Aemond Targaryen

The Dowager Queen and Otto plot. King Aegon puts them in their place.

A dramatic, fluffy follow up to Claim. A little blip of not really smut at the end but it's still good, I promise.

(Idaña translates to 'twin', Nuha jorrāeliarzy translates to 'my beloved', Nuha jorrāels translates to 'my loves', Syz riña translates to 'good girl')

The importance of this is not up for debate, my Prince” Otto Hightower waved his hand as he wagged his tongue. “It's for the good of the realm, a show of good faith, and strength, now that the war is over”

“I do not care about any show of faith, and anyone who questions the crown's strength can seek a demonstration of it here.” Aemond growled back, his hand fanned tensely across the table. This conversation was shaking him in a way nothing had in years.

“You’ve been away from your ladywife for years now, your children have grown. She is her mother's only daughter, whom she cares for day in and day out. She is not apt to leave her. We have found a suitable clearing for Vhagar, arranged for you to take the largest and most luxurious rooms-” Aemond slammed his fist down and stood.

“Fuck luxury.” He swayed a little, forced himself to take a breath. “I will not be leaving King's Landing, Grandsire. I care not what deals you've made.” He stared the old man down, daring him to speak, his hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of the conqueror's ruby encrusted dagger.

“Aemond, I pray you-” Alicent spoke up exasperatedly, she steepled her hands and tucked her chin with a sigh as her son interrupted her.

“Pray all you like, Mother. You and Grandsire can talk with your kin in Oldtown, come to any arrangement you please.” He stood taller as he regained his composure. “I will not be going anywhere.” Aemond crossed his hands behind his back, his hair swayed gently as he gated from the room. Aleana perked up, lifting her head from the book she read as she heard his steps coming toward her.

She laid on her back, sprawled across a cool stone step in the shadow of the Iron Throne. She'd begged to accompany Aemond to his summonce, hoping to spend time with her mother and Grandsire. He'd allowed it only for their mother to immediately dismiss her, declaring it a formal meeting and not a familial visit. Laney of course bowed out gracefully, but lamented to be alone, and so she laid out on the floor and waited. “Aemond” she called happily, but her smile and shoulders dropped quickly upon seeing her twin's face. “What is it?” she began chewing her lip, feeling his angry energy. He ignored her question, took her wrist in his hand and began swiftly leading her out of the throne room and through the keep, towards the royal rooms.

Aegon had taken Sunfyre to Dragonstone for the day, he'd been directly overseeing the excavation of a cave there, checking in on the quality and quantity of the Dragonglass the men pulled from the earth.

No one understood the King's interest, but he’d pursued it only in his free time and been so joyful in his work, no one had bothered to question or dissuade him. He was expected back by sundown and had happily left Aleana in Aemond's charge.

Aleana followed along silently, but struggled to keep her much taller twin's pace. “Idaña, please” She huffed when finally they reached the top of the stairs. Aemond turned, realized he'd been all but dragging his beloved along and slowed with a huff. He was frightened, he hated to admit, and he was running. ‘Dragons are not afraid, they do not run.’ He reminded himself, willing himself to relax.

“What's gotten into you? What was said, Aemond?” Aleana put her hand on his chest, looking up at him with fearful eyes. “Are we at war again?” She shuddered to think it, her eyes filled with tears.

“No, my little dragon, no.” He swiped his thumb over her cheek to soothe her. “Come,” he slid his hand to lace their fingers, leading her with intentional care to the King's chambers. Aemond dismissed the guard, and once inside, began to tug at the clasps that held his collar, embroidered lovingly by Heleana, too tightly to his neck. Lane went to the table, she poured water into a cup and brought it to Aemond, urging him silently with her small hands into a chair near the window. Once seated, she stood behind him and used both hands to squeeze his trapezius muscles, working her thumbs down his shoulder with as much pressure as her delicate hands could muster.

Aemond drank his water and finished unbuttoning his shirt, then allowed Laney to slide it from his shoulders, leaving him in a loose, thin cotton tunic and his leather breaches. When her hands grew tired, Lane took a comb from her table and began to brush her twin's hair as he stewed. He gazed out the window, his eyes wandered King's Landing but always returned to the sky above the Dragonpit. He sought his brother's comfort, Laney could tell, waited for him to discuss whatever it was that had scared him. Nothing scared him, Lane thought. Whatever it was that scared him in this moment, scared her. She clung to him, her chilled hands resting on his upper back worriedly as they watched the sky and waited. Finally, a withheld exhale lowered Aemond’s shoulders, Sunfyre came into view and descended into the pit. Aemond reached up to rub Laney's fingers.

“Laney girl-” Aegon called loudly as he entered their room, he wore his thick, rigid riding leathers and his hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of his head. He stopped in his tracks, one bare hand working the glove from the other when he saw the twins. “Aemond” his voice rose happily, he smiled until Aemond turned to him, his face grievous. Aegon found Laney's face to match his and his stomach fell. “What's happened?” he swallowed his tongue, willing himself to be brave in the face of whatever had shaken his unshakable brother.

Aemond sighed and stood, wiping his sweaty palms on the armrest. Aleana walked to Aegon, she took his riding gloves, kissed him softly on the cheek and moved to fetch him a glass of wine, all the while Aegon's eyes stayed glued to Aemond as he approached. “I've been ordered to move to Oldtown. I'm to take Vhagar and be the King's presence in his Holy City.” His mouth was dry. Aleana went pale, she felt as though she was falling through the floor and moved to take the nearest seat as she tried to blink his words away.

Aegon’s exhale was audible, he put his hand on his chest as he spoke. “I did not give you any such order” he protested.

“Otto and Mother conspire, they say I have no official titles here, that I will be a show of power In Oldtown, as if my marriage itself wasn't a grand enough bowing to the Hightowers” Aemond's words spiraled into his thoughts.

“I am King, brother. I have sovereignty, I will not allow you to be anywhere but here, at my side.” A sob escaped Lane's throat, she covered her mouth with a shaking, fisted hand and hot tears poured from both her eyes. Aegon crouched in front of her, he rested his hands on her knees and smiled at her. “There's no reason to cry, syz riña, Aemond is not going anywhere.” he combed hair from her face.

“Grandsire always gets what he wants” she croaked, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“Grandsire is not the King.” He assured her. He wiped her tears with his thumb.

“Mother speaks of Ceryse and the babes, wields them against me” Aemond huffed.

“They are welcome to return here, most welcome, if it pleases them. But you are needed here.” Aegon insisted.

“They do not agree, without a title, they say, no argument can be made for my necessity here, while Oldtown begs for, deserves, the protection of a dragon.” He sneered the word ‘deserves’ as if it was a poisoned insult.

Aegon stood and turned to his brother, taking his shoulder in his hand. “If only the King's commands outweighed those of the Hand and Dowager Queen. If only the King could bestow positions at Court.” Aegon grinned, his heart fluttered, the joy he felt at being the helper, the soother, the protector, for once, was oozing from his pores. “I can make this right, ñuha jorrāeliarzy”

“And what seat would you give me?” Aemond moved to Aleana’s side, he placed his palm lovingly on her wet cheek. “Drink some water, my pretty girl” He commanded her, she nodded and took the filled cup from him with a shaky hand.

“Any that pleases you” Aegon shrugged.

“We chose your small council carefully, all of those men are necessary” Aemond rubbed his chin as he thought.

“None of them as necessary as you” Aegon petted his wife's head as he spoke. Aemond paced as he thought, Aegon emptied his cup and then sat heavily in his chair. Lane stood and moved like a magnet to him, she helped him remove his boots first, carefully unbuckling and unlacing them. She then moved to his chest, working nimble fingers over the snaps that contributed to his confinement. Aemond observed, deciding this was a practiced routine as she moved with ease and confidence to free him. She looked beautiful, her long hair and soft gown a sharp contrast to Aegon's strong face and hard leathers.

It was his delight to witness it. To be here in the Queen and King's chambers, partaking in their intimacy. He had no intention of giving this up, of leaving their side, of leaving Laney's side. “Let me swear myself to the Queen.” He announced, he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it immediately. Protecting Laney had always been his first priority, nothing made more sense than to swear himself to her. It would be binding, in the eyes of the Seven, a duty he could not be asked to cast aside to go to Oldtown. And neither could they separate the King and Queen, thus ensuring the trios continued proximity.

Aegon smiled hugely, he clapped his hands and cheered his brother. “Of course, absolutely!” He beamed.

“You have a wife and children, are sworn men not required to remain unmarried?” Lane tortured herself, shuffling through any hindrance to this blissful solution.

“I'm the King, I will hear his vows, he will simply leave that line out” he chucked. Aemond stood over her, he rubbed her clavicle with his fingertips and inhaled against the top of her head.

“Truely?” she swallowed.

“We'll hold court in the morning,” Aegon declared. “I would be pleased to see you wear the dress I had made for you” his eyes twinkled.

“Happily, my King.” She nodded, her eyes locked on Aemonds face. “You'll be satisfied?” She asked “To follow me around forever?”

“Nothing on Earth could make me happier” he answered her with a smile and a kiss atop her forehead.

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Aegon landed excitedly on his knees between Aemond and Aleana's legs. “Wake up, ñuha jorrāels, you've slept in” he put his hands on each of their covered thighs and rubbed at them as he spoke.

“Jo-RR-Aels” Aleana corrected his pronunciation sleepily as she rolled into Aemond's chest. Her twin smiled and welcomingly wrapped his arms around her.

“JoRrAels” he repeated as he inched in closer to them.

“Much better” Aemond’s voice was gruff from sleep but carried a satisfied and relaxed tone, attributed, most definitely, to the carnality the three of them had enjoyed the night before.

“You're torturing me, the both of you” Aeg huffed as he took in their exposed skin and the scent of their sleep. “I've called for all of the court and a number of small folk, they'll be awaiting us in the Throne Room by the time you dress.”

“What did Mother say?” Laney asked timidly, she traced a thin scar that ran diagonally across Aemond’s chest with her fingers as she spoke.

“She demand I tell her what this was about, begged that I not cause trouble, whine, whine, whining as always” he stood from the bed and went to Aleana’s wardrobe, he fingered through her favored gowns until he found the beaded and golden embroidered, peacock green dress that he'd commissioned for her. A Pentoshi seamstress had fitted it to her every curve, as Aegon watched, lounging in his cups while his wife stood on a pedestal in her small clothes. Afterwards he'd delivered it to Heleana, who covered the sleeves and bust with her particular style of Dragons and greenery. It had been a gift, it was important to Aegon that his wife felt surrounded by treasures.

“You didn't tell them of our plans?” Aemond sat up and combed his hair away from his face with his fingers. Laney laid on her side lazily and watched as Aegon approached with her dress.

“No, not a word” he offered plainly. He reached for Aleana, cupping her face sweetly as he spoke. Aemond sighed, he wasn't sure if Aegon's words made him feel better or worse.

Aemond dressed quietly, while Aegon dressed Aleana with his own hands. He pulled her chemise sleeves lovingly up her arms, kissing her neck as he worked. He laced her dress with expert fingers, surprising Aemond with his ability.

Aleana used an ivory comb on Aemond’s hair, she secured his silver tresses with a leather string and then laid his eyepatch perfectly across his face.

“We will see you soon, my Queen” Aemond kissed the top of her head as he and Aegon left. Aemond had a particular gift in mind for his Queen, he and Aegon went to collect it while one of her ladies braided and styled Aleana's hair.

Aegon led them to the Royal vaults, hidden behind painted panels in the Small Council Room. The walk-in safe boasted shelves lined with dim, dusty jewels and family heirlooms. Swords were propped upright in corners, breastplates, carved figures and wooden boxes filled with folded velvet robes lined the floor. Aegon held a torch for Aemond as he inspected and trifled through the crowns and tiaras that were stacked on cobwebbed cushions.

“Are you nervous, brother?” Aeg asked.

“I'd march into battle faster than I'd make speeches, but I trust you'll keep it quick and clean.” Aemond answered.

“I will, for you.” The King admired the treasure Aemond selected, confirming it to be the prize they sought.

The Throne Room was bustling with people, Lords and Ladies whispered and predicted the purpose of the gathering. Heleana, though joyful with the news, prefered not to attend and Aegon was happy to let her enjoy her morning away from court. Months after his wedding, he'd found her distraught in his solar. Their mother had attempted to arrange a tour for her, to meet the ladies of the realm and Hel could not bear the thought of it. She wept in his arms and he'd promised her that she need not be the ‘Princess’ their mother wanted her to be, that for the rest of her life she could simply be Helaena, his beloved sister. Alicent had warned him then against making such declarations, against welding such power. As he climbed the steps to the Iron Throne now, she stared at him with deadly intensity from across the dias. Otto beside her rubbed at his beard and chewed his tongue as the King took his seat. Aemond stood still and steady, hands clasped behind his back at his brother's side, he challenged Otto with his relentless gaze as they waited for Aleana to be announced.

Finally the crowd split and Aleana walked toward her brothers across the suddenly quiet room. Her dress was exquisite, it fit her like a glove and complimented her skin beautifully. Her hair was parted from ear to ear and braided intricately, a strand on each side of her head haloed her ears. She was blushing, looking at her feet as she hurried down the hall. Aemond met her half way, he took her arm, forcing her to slow her pace. “Chin up.” He whispered as they walked. Laney stole a breath and obeyed him, bringing her eyes up to find Aegon's. He grinned at her from his seat and stood as she reached the stairs at his feet.

“Wife” He greeted her.

“My King” she answered, bowing her head slightly as he took her hand and led her forward.

“You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen” he complimented her quietly so only she could hear him. The beads on her belled sleeves shined in the light as he stopped her from reaching for her lip. “Don't be nervous,” he smiled.

Alicent approached her daughter, she reached for her, taking her wrist while she faked a smile. “I trust you had no part in whatever is occurring here this morning.”

“Of course not, Mother. I do as I'm told.” Aleana stuttered, answering word for word as Aegon had told her to when he warned her that Alicent would accost her.

“Mm.” was her mother's curt reply.

Aegon flicked his finger and Ser Criston Cole called the court to silence, announcing the King was about to speak.

“Lords and Ladies of Westeros, people of King's Landing” Aegon began. “I have gathered you together on this salient day, to witness the giving of a sacred vow.” He shifted his weight as he paused. “I stand before you a King, but I speak as a man. Men of every station are gathered here now, men from different lands and houses fill this hall and yet, I dare to assert that each of you has one principle concern, one true worry. And that is for the safety and wellbeing of your families, for the lives of your wives and children. I share this care with you. A half year into marriage, I find myself deeply invested in the safety of our Queen Aleana. She is the future of my line, of the Targaryen dynasty, and her safety simply cannot be made too paramount.” Aleana pulled her shoulders from her ears, reminding herself to stand proudly, as her Idaña expected of her. The eyes of the court roamed her, examining the Queen her brother spoke so adoringly about. “I have decided to appoint my brother, Prince Aemond Targaryen, first of his name, Queen Aleana Targaryen’s Sworn Shield.” Alicent's hands curled into fists at her side, her perfectly composed face twitched for a moment before she overcame her anger and brought a toothy smile to her face. Otto maintained his cool posture but his eyes darkened just enough to alert Aemond to his irritation. The one eyed prince grinned in satisfaction. “I know, without a doubt, that no other man could protect my Queen as wholly as her twin brother.” Aegon smiled. The court was applauding, Otto and Alicent forced themselves to join in as Aegon gestured to Aleana. She took a deep breath and moved toward him, she grasped his hand as if she'd fly away without it, squeezing as he led her to stand in front of his throne.

“Do you accept this charge, Prince Aemond?” Aegon looked at his brother and smiled.

“Of course, my King. It would be my honor.”

“Do you promise to serve your Queen with hand, heart and voice, Prince Aemond?”

“I do, my King” Aemond bowed his head.

“Make your vow, brother” Aegon stepped away from Aleana, taking his seat behind her. Aemond eyed his mother and grandsire as he circled, falling to both knees in front of his twin.

“I, Aemond Targaryen, first of my name, Prince of Westeros, swear my life, my shield and my sword to you, Queen Aleana Targaryen. I will defend your honor and your name and I will keep your counsel. I will obey your every command. I will protect you, and your future children, with my life.” Aemond's eye glistened with emotion, sincerity and love coated his words as he peered up into his truest love's face. “I swear all this upon the Seven” Aemond reached to his belt and removed his ancestor's dagger from its sheath. He brought the dagger to his palm and Aleana reached to stop him as he sliced open his flesh with the blade. His blood dripped to the floor, he grinned at Laney's sweetness, winking to assure her that he was alright as he continued to speak. “I swear upon the blood of our ancient house” he sheathed his blade.

Aleana was breathless, her hands trembled in front of her womb. Aemond looked up at her, waiting for her reply but the words she'd practiced again and again in the mirror as her lady did her hair had abandoned her. There was a shuffle of feet behind her and then her husband was whispering to the back of her head.

“I vow, that you shall-” Aegon began to lead her through her response, she echoed him with a soft voice, forcing herself to look only at Aemond and not at the faces of the amused, critical crowd, as she clung to Aegon's words.

“I will ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor.” She finished, Aegon's strong hand was splayed across the small of her back stabilizing her as she stood. The crowd clapped and cheered, Aemond stood and tilted his head to Aegon as he backed away and returned to his spot next to Criston Cole on the dias. The knight clapped his shoulder and nodded at him as he passed.

“Well done, my love” Aegon brushed his fingers against her ribs. He moved to her side and raised his voice to address the crowd once more. “To further commemorate this joyful occasion, the Prince would like to present a gift to his Queen." Aleana had not been informed of this part of the proceeding. Her nerves returned in full measure as she watched Ser Cole kneel and hold out a square wooden box to Aemond.

“Come, sweetling” Aegon quietly urged her to face Aemond as he approached her, gold and rubies glistening in his hand.

“Prince Aemond offers to Queen Aleana the ancestral diadem of Queen Rhaenys, second wife and sister of Aegon the Conqueror.” Criston Cole announced as Aemond held the dainty but intricate piece out for her to see.

Aleana was blown away by its beauty, it was feminine in its shape, rubies shone across the surface of the braided gold. “I am touched, Prince Aemond” she forced a formal reply. “It is a beautiful treasure”

“If you'll allow me, my Queen” he bowed his head and lowered his shoulders as he asked.

“I would be honored” She nodded at him, her heart pounding as he reached to place the crown rightly on her head. Once it was situated, they bowed their heads to each other, Aemond smiled, his face beaming with pride.

“How lovely” Aegon viewed her with a smile and patted his brother's back. “Well chosen, Aemond.”

“Thank you, my King” the sound of the crowd kept their words between them.

Laney was spent, her smile, despite her happiness, was faltering and she wanted badly to be away from the eyes of her constituents. Aegon could see this plainly, he guided her by the small of her back to her mothers side, whispering praises in her ear as they moved, and began to speak to the crowd for the final time.

“I will rest easier tonight, and every night here after, knowing my wife and children have the protection of the man I most trust.” Aegon finished, he delivered his closing address but the words were lost to Laney as Alicent leaned close to speak.

“I hope this pleases the three of you.” Her ability to speak harshly while looking angelic had always impressed and terrified Laney. “I know what happens in your chambers, Aleana. And I could not be more disappointed in you.” Aleana pressed her fingers into her diaphragm and closed her eyes in shame. “Lady Ceryse is your good-sister. She has been kind to you. And she will be returning to the keep.” she promised.

“I'll welcome her warmly, mother” Aleana offered a polite response. She liked Lady Ceryse, truthfully, she was loath to hurt her.

“Having welcomed her husband into your own marital bed.” Alicent hissed as she followed her father through the processional out of the hall.

The King took her arm, Aemond followed behind them and Laney was gasping for breath, only allowing her tears to escape and her posture to collapse when the doors separating the trio from the crowd huffed closed.

“I warned you she'd be harsh with you.” Aegon was wiping her tears, holding her arms in his hands as he helped keep her upright.

“She knows, Aeg. She told me she knows.” Aemond turned sharply, he guided Aleana around the corner by placing his hand on her tummy.

Aegon followed them to the empty hallway. “What did she say, doña?” Aemond tilted her face toward him with his big hand.

“Take a breath, Laney, gods.” Aegon put his hand on her shoulder.

“She said she knows what happens in my chambers. That I have wronged Lady Ceryse, that she is disappointed in me.” Aleana was too ashamed to look him in the face, she blinked tears at the wall over his shoulder as she spoke.

“Nothing Alicent says matters.” Aemond told her.

“Lady Ceryse has been treated well, she's been no more wronged than any Lady in a forced marriage.” Aegon carded her hair with his fingers.

“Ser Criston crawls into mother's bed every night, sweet sister, she's committing her own sins.” Aemond moved to kiss her face and thought better of it, realizing there were more prying eyes in the Keep than usual. “Let's get the Queen to her chambers, brother.” he told Aegon, who nodded and took her hand.

Finally behind closed doors, Aemond kissed Laney as he'd wanted to since he'd stood from delivering his vow. Aegon was unlacing her bodice, he ran his hands along her neck and kissed her earlobe as he worked.

“Don't cry, my love, please.” Aemond cooed as he rubbed his thumb over her temple, his nail brushed against the crown he’d placed on her head. “Do you remember what I've told you about Queen Rhaenys, sweetling?”

She was too tired to try to recall, she shook her head and leaned in to press her forehead to Aemond's chin.

Aegon mumbled something about a history lesson into her shoulder while he wormed his fingers into the hems at Lane's shoulders.

Aemond smiled and rolled his eye. “The histories say that Aegon married Visenya out of obligation and duty.” He leaned forward to kiss the curve of her shoulder. Aegon had worked the dress down to her hips, her chemise revealed her peaked nipples, her breast pressed against Aemond's ribs as he spoke into her upturned face. “He married his younger sister, Queen Rhaenys, because he desired her, because he loved her.” His fingertips trailed down her bare arms and her skin burned under his touch.

“I remember.” She huffed against his mouth as she pressed her lips to his.

“So too do I desire you, Laney. So too do I love you.” He tilted her chin to him as he kissed her back.

Aegon watched them kiss over her shoulder. Her dress was bunched at her feet, he'd pulled the long pins from her hair, freeing her braids and curls to frame her face. Aemond curled his fingers against her scalp, tugging at the hair Aegon had delivered to him.

“I love you too, Aemond.” She panted against him.

Aegon withdrew his hands from Laney’s skin. He went to his table and poured a cup of wine, downing it quickly before he announced softly, to his disregarding, enraptured siblings, that he'd return shortly.

He found Alicent in the courtyard, Ser Cole stood at attention, he bowed his head to Aegon as he marched past.

“Mother” he greeted her curtly.

“Aegon” She rolled her eyes. “I expected you to be in your chambers, watching your brother cuckold your wife.” She spat at him angrily. Heleana sat at her feet sewing, she paused, her eyes growing wide at her mother’s words.

“I do quite enjoy watching, Mother.” Aegon circled her cooly, he rubbed his hands together, excited to unleash his tongue on the hateful woman who'd done very little to raise him. “As much, I'm sure, as you enjoy bending over for Cole every night.” Alicent huffed in disbelief, standing with clenched fists as Ser Criston turned to face him.

“Aegon” he dared.

“King Aegon” he snapped, turning his head to him. “I am the King” he brought his gaze back to Alicent when Cole shrunk at his words. “You seem to forget that, Mother. That I am King.” Though they matched each other in height, Aegon spoke down to her, Alicent squared her shoulders but her hands trembled and her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. “Your days of making decisions, of scheming and planning, are over.” He stared into her eyes. “The harsh words you hurl at your children have not softened our hearts to you. I do not appreciate the tone you took with my wife.” Alicent grit her teeth as she listened. Cole lingered on edge on the perimeter of the space. “You are in no position to cast judgement upon Laney, not while you sin and sin again. Not while you would not know love if it bit you.” Heleana looked up at them with wet eyes, she hated the conflict and he was sorry to create it in her presence but he felt his words necessary. “I expect you to speak only kindly to your daughter in the future and to remember that I make decisions now.” His eyes glittered with glee as he proceeded with his threat. “If I decide your presence is no longer necessary in my halls, there will be no one above me to keep you here, no one to save you as I saved Aemond today.” Alicent’s mouth was dry, the confidence and assuredness her son displayed was foreign to her. “Make my wife cry again, dear Mother, and you'll be saying your prayers in Oldtown.” Aegon issued his own promise.

Alicent swallowed harshly, after a long moment she opened her mouth to speak, but Aegon lifted his hand to silence her. “Sleep well, Mother.” He turned coldly from her and smiled at Heleana, who beamed up at him. Her innocent face was too lovely, he cupped her cheek and bid her a quiet, sweet goodnight before her cut his eyes once more to his mother and walked cooly away.

He could hear his wife's soft pants as he entered their room. Her pale skin sparkled like snow as she rolled her hips atop of Aemond’s lap. His little brother's large, sword calloused hands were clamped around her narrow hips, holding her in place as he languidly, sweetly pumped into her from below. Aegon swiped his tongue over his lower lip as she sat next to them on the bed. He smiled triumphantly and tucked a lock of her hair behind her back to expose her breasts, offering her a proud, lust filled “Good girl, Laney. Such a sweet girl”. Aemond huffed a breathy, blissful curse as she clenched around him in response to the King's praises.

Yes, Aegon affirmed to himself, he did quite enjoy watching.

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shesgotthesuninhereyes · 2 months ago

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Claim- Aegon II Targaryen x Sibling!OC (x Aemond too, kinda)

Aemond's twin has married their older brother, King Aegon. Aleana needs needs his help on their wedding night, and Aemond is incapable of refusing her.

(OC is a nervous, clueless virgin and Aemond is called in, not only to teach her what is expected of her but to ensure Aegon behaves himself. Slow building smut, lots of plot, bdsm in the way of power play and verbal commands, blood mentioned during sex, loss of virginity, physical hurt/comfort. I wasn't sure how to tag this as far as pairings because Aemond both is and isn't involved in the sex, so. Italics are spoken in High Valyrian. High Valyrian pet names translate to 'Sweet', 'my sweet' and 'my queen')

Enjoy! (and please, I'm begging you, let me know if you do.)

The knock upon Aemond's door almost startled him, the wedding festivities thundered on in the Great Hall, but he was not expecting company; all of his siblings had retired, Helaena first, escorted through the crowd by their mother, and then Aleana and Aegon shortly after. The king made a loud announcement of his departure, telling the crowd who'd gathered to celebrate that it was time for him to put a babe in his sister's belly. Aemond saw the display for what it was, a mask to disguise his brother's nervousness.

When the betrothal of his twin sister and elder brother was announced, Aemond was, at first, angry. Aleana deserved worlds better than Aegon, she was a true Targaryen Princess; a dutifull, intelligent, loving and otherworldly beautiful young woman. She deserved a husband who matched her in kindness and virtue, not a drunken, rough handed, two sided fool, like Aegon. But as the months passed, Aemond had come to approve of the match, realizing that her marrying Aegon was the only way he could guarantee his sweet girl would stay in King's Landing, under his care, as she always had been.

Aemond was nearly twenty minutes older than Lane. The Maester who'd birthed them said she clung to her mother's womb, refusing to enter the world that, all who knew her acknowledged, was far too dark for her. Everyone in the birthing chamber feared she'd die inside her mother. She was the first Targaryen to have the ancestral lilac eyes in generations, when she finally arrived, her purple orbs scanned the room wide and unfocused as if she was in shock. The Maester eventually laid the babes in the same cradle, as the two had wailed ceaselessly for hours until their wet nurses stood close enough for the twins thrashing hands to find one another and instantly their cries stopped. From that moment on, their bond was evident, Aemond and Lane were never far from one another.

All their lives, Aemond had been Lane's fiercest protector and her most influential teacher. He'd been there, watching carefully, as she’d achieved every one of her ‘firsts’. His name had been her first word and they’d held hands as they took their first wobbly steps. She’d ridden behind him in the saddle for her first time on horseback. He'd carried her to the Maester's study the first time she'd fallen and drawn blood, and gone with her to every visit thereafter, in truth, as she quite disliked and feared the old man. He ushered her away and consoled her as she shook and wept when she first saw a knight accidently killed in a jousting run. He'd taught her their ancestral language, rushing daily from his studies to her chambers so he could share all he'd learned. He’d even trained her, in secret, to a level of familiarity with a dagger, which she’d hated and protested against until Aemond gave up.

All of the firsts and all of the lessons Aemond had shared and bestowed upon his girl did not, to his deepest vehement, stake his claim to her. He'd shared her for as long as he'd had her. The twins were spoken for at birth, Aemond to wed a Higtower cousin from Old Town and Aleana matched with a Valeryon second son. This news was delivered upon the children when their mother found them kissing, innocently, as they played, when they were but seven. Neither of them understood, were old enough to understand, what their betrothal meant, but Aemond recalls they both wept upon hearing the news.

Aleana's future husband never became the issue Aemond was sure he'd be, but he'd had another to share her with, as Lane, in her perfection, had garnered the affection of Aegon himself from the time she was old enough to show personality. The eldest boy fawned over her, in his own way; showering her with gifts and treats, indulging her in games of hide and seek in the Throne room and his private chambers, sneaking her wine at feasts, asking for her company at every tourney. It was Aegon who'd taken Lane on her first flight on Dragon's back, and whom she still flies with when travel is necessary, as she has no dragon of her own and Sunfyre is significantly smaller than Vhagar, who's size she admits frightens her.

Aemond wed Ceryse Hightower four years ago, his wife gave him twins, a boy and girl, of his own within the first year of their marriage. Aemond liked her well enough, and she him, but it was still Aleana whom he hailed as the Queen of Love and Beauty. The same year Aemond wed, Aleana's betrothed was thrown from his horse on journey to the Reech, he'd died of a broken neck and left Lane's future undecided. Then Viserys died and war broke out, significantly delaying life for all. It was a year ago that Aegon and Helaena's own betrothal finally officially dissolved, their sweet eldest sister‘s oddness had declined further into disturbing day-dreams; glassy eyed, thousand mile stares, and eventually into a haunting silence, which was broken only by whispered ramblings and ear piercing wails. She was tortured and Alicent refused to subject her to married life. His mother had also fought against Aleana's betrothal to Aegon, when it was suggested, but the new King quickly jumped upon his counselors words and sealed the engagement, despite his decrease in shown affection towards their sister in recent years.

Aegon had discovered brothels and intoxication around the time that Aemond was marrying. As Helaena's already unwell state impeded upon the elder pair's marriage, Aegon had fallen headlong into the nightlife and debauchery that numbed his jealousy and fear as Aemond succeeded in providing Targaryen heirs. As he did so, his interest in his too innocent and too perfect sister had waned. He was never cruel to her, despite the reputation he was earning on the Street of Silk, their relationship had not soured, but they no longer spent time together like they'd enjoyed in their childhood and tween years. Aemond had sent his own lady wife and their children to shelter in Old Town when war came too close to home and had yet to recall them. He was enjoying victory, ruling with his brother and flying on Vhagar and, most importantly, spending his days with his twin as she prepared to wed.

Tonight, right now, his unworthy brother would be claiming one of his sister's precious first, the most precious first. Aemond had been unable to return Lane's smiles during the feast and the dancing, his tribute to their union had been delivered through clenched teeth and he'd retreated after them to his own chambers to be alone in his seething jealousy.

A second knock drove Aemond towards the door, he threw it open with a hiss, preparing to admonish whoever disturbed him. Where he expected to find a knight, his sweet twin sister stood in his doorway. Her long hair was free from its braids, damp and brushed smooth. She wore a thick robe with a woolen shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Her arms were folded tightly around herself and her eyes were bloodshot and brimmed with tears. “Laney?” his anger shifted to concern and then fury as he continued, “Did he hurt you?” Aemond took Lane's wrist and pulled her into his room.

Aleana's head shook adamantly but her hand rattled in Aemond's hold. “Tell me” he looked her over, cupping her chin in one hand while the other combed hair away from her face.

“I went to take a bath, I'm on my way to his chambers now” she whispered, trying to keep her tears from flowing. Her stomach was turning and while she'd scrubbed and brushed and readied herself in every way she knew how, she clung to Aemond feeling utterly unprepared to fulfill her duty.

“You took a wrong turn” he cooed at her and rubbed his palm over her chilled, goose skinned forearm.

“I'm nervous, Aemond. Scared.” she admitted, one shiny tear leaking from the corner of her eye as she blinked and sighed heavily. Aemond wiped it away with his thumb as he nodded at her. He'd overheard her questioning her septa, prodding the old woman about what was expected of her and how it would feel. It had been bold of her to ask as she was a vision of propriety. The grey crone only dismissed his Princess, telling her she need just lay on her back and spread her thighs apart. He'd contemplated talking with her, but the thought of saying those words to his sister, of picturing her in such a way as he explained it all, had left him red faced, needy and swollen.

“Aegon will be kind to you-” he started to offer her comfort, if not consolation, as she deserved worship not only kindness, when she interrupted him.

“Will he be? His whores say he's rough with them, that he throws them about.”

“You've spoken with whores?” Aemond’s eye twitched.

“I've only heard whispers.” she shook her head in answer, chewing her lip.

“I don't believe his carelessness will extend to you, doña” he tried to reassure her but as he considered it he began to grimace, what if the whore mongering King was indeed anything but gentle with her. “Our brother is probably face down in his pillow by now anyway” he hoped desperately that it could be true.

“Aemond” her already timid voice had become a ghost of a whisper. “What if I don't please him, what if he doesn't love me” she choked.

“Please, that's not possible. Aegon, for all his faults, has always loved you very much.” Aemond stroked her hair, the instinctual act was usually soothing to the both, but offered little comfort to either now.

“Love me as his wife, Aemond, not as his kid sister, as his wife” her heart rate increased and she dug her nails into her chest, seeking stimulation as she began to panic. “I do not know how to be a wife” she emphasized the last word as a covetous title. Aemond moved towards her and took her assaulting hands in his own, he held them and ran his thumbs along her knuckles as he thought.

“Lane..” Aemond had suddenly become frustrated. How was he supposed to fix this for her? How could he be her champion on this? “I don't know what you want from me,” he confessed.

“I need you to come with me.” she blurted, her eyes went wide for a moment and then glistened with relief at having expressed herself fully.

“What?” he answered her just as quickly.

“I need you there” she huffed. “You're always there.” her lips trembled and her voice cracked. Aleana, upon first knocking on her twin's door, had no idea, truly, of what she expected Aemond to do to relieve her, she'd only known she needed him close. Her need was glaringly obvious now as he asked her what she expected of him. “You’ll take care of me, and you know what I should do. You’re a husband” she added.

“Laney, please” he groaned, this was tortuous. “I can't come with you” he protested but as he looked down into her face, as her lips parted and she let a few tears fall, his resolve was already breaking.

“You'd refuse me when I need you?” she pleaded. And his every remaining will shattered.

“No, doña, I wouldn't” he sighed. Lainey looked up at him and nodded in relief. Aemond left her to find his own robe, he covered his tunic and lounging pants, replaced his retired eyepatch and then took the goblet from his table and tipped it upwards to empty into his mouth. Lane watched him as he moved, swallowing her anxiety as she waited for him. When he finished he took her hand, threw his door open and quickly moved them down the short corridor to the King's chambers.

“Finally, Laney girl, I was about to come hunt you down-” Aegon's words stopped when his wandering eyes found his brother, as well as his wife, behind the door he'd thrown open upon hearing footfall in the hall.

“Really, brother?” Aemond answered him, guiding Lane into the room before himself. “Allow me, then, to kill any notions you have of rushing things from here on” the taller, younger brother walked to Aegon's table and poured a glass of wine, which he brought to Lane, who stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“What is the meaning of this?” Aegon tilted his head as took the twins in.

“Go lay down, darling, leave your clothes on, drink your wine” Aemond handed Aleana further through the threshold gently as he spoke, the tone of his commands were equal in love to his actions. Aegon watched her as she walked by, she looked at him with shy eyes and he reached out to take her by the hip as she tried to pass.

He held her gently there, tilting her downturned chin to look at him as he spoke softly to her. “What's wrong, sweet wife?” Aegon could see his sister was frightened. He’d been kind to her during the feast, she’d smiled and they’d danced and whispered sweetly to each other. It seemed the nerves, which he trampled down with false-confidence and wine, were suddenly overtaking his lovely bride.

Lane didn't answer him, she only looked up at his face, her expression a mix of worry and guilt as Aemond spoke for her. “Your reputation scares our sister. I've come to ensure, my King, that you are on your best behavior” there was a smirk on his lips as he spoke. Aegon looked from Aemond to his new wife.

“You're afraid of me, Laney?” he sounded wounded.

“I-” she started to answer but Aemond had closed the gap between them and taken her from Aegon's hold, nudging her, as he'd directed, towards the bed. He snagged her woolen shawl between two fingers and collected its length in his palm as she stepped out of it. Aleana swallowed deeply from her cup as she walked.

“She's a maiden, Aegon, the sweetest of them. Have you ever had a maiden? Were you as gentle with her as she deserved?” Aemond loomed over his King, stepping closer to him as he spoke. Aegon swallowed his words, he had himself fretted over how to handle something as soft, sweet and easy to break as Aleana was. Aegon began to shrink under the pressure of his brother's gaze and Aemond felt his superiority soaring, he had Aegon under his thumb, as he had him in the war room, in the training yard and in the skies. “But it's not all bad news. Our sister is not as selfish as you are” he scoffed as he leaned into Aegon's back, having circled behind him. “She’s sought me out to be her teacher, as I always have been. To show her how to please you” Aegon swallowed as his eyes met Aleana's. She was resting against Aegon’s headboard, supported by the many cushions he piled there. She turned bright red as he looked at her with lust, though Aemond spoke so softly she could not hear his words. “Do you think you can be as generous to her as she hopes to be to you? Do you think yourself worthy of her sweetness?” Submissively, Aegon first nodded his head ‘yes’ and then shook it ‘no’ as Aemond questioned him, his brother's words were drenched in his lust, seemingly for control and power, but lust nonetheless, and Aegon was receptive to lust in all its forms.

“I'll have to guide you too then, to make sure you earn her” Aemond licked his lips.

“Yes, brother” Aegon's voice dripped with his own wanting.

“Small clothes, now” Aemond ordered and then jutted his chin toward the bed, Aegon lost his robe and breeches as he moved.

Lane watched, her lower limbs worming up the bed towards her torso, as they approached. Aegon walked quickly while her twin lingered back, he leaned against the bedpost at her feet as her husband circled the bed to join her.

“You’ve been given the most precious gift in all of the seven kingdoms, are you aware?” Aemond spoke as his eyes danced between his siblings on the bed.

“Aemond, please-” Aleana shook her head and looked down, blushing as spoke through her fingers and picked at her lip in embarrassment.

“I am.” Aegon turned his attention from Aemond to Lane as he spoke. “He’s right, sweet one, you are the loveliest thing I have ever seen, the prettiest maiden in Westeros” Aegon laid close to Lane on his side, his head supported by his elbow, he leaned slightly over her and she looked up at his face as he spoke. It’d been long years since he’d complimented her so, if ever, so unabashedly. Lane smiled at him and he took her nervous fingers away from her face and wrapped his large hand around them. “You’ve injured yourself, wife” he moved in closer and whispered into her mouth before gently, as if testing the waters, he brought his lips to hers. He kissed her as slowly as he could muster, knowing Aemond was watching with high expectations. Aegon was trying desperately to recall his first real kiss, his first real intimate moment and tap into how new and strange it all must have been for him. He was confident that if he could channel that newness, he could take good care of her. Aegon’s kiss stung Lane’s damaged skin, but she leaned into him all the same, relishing the way his soft, warm flesh moved like silk against her own. Aegon’s free hand found the tie on Laney’s robe and he began tugging at the knot before Aemond’s voice stopped him.

“Just her robe, Aegon” Lane, still relishing his well practiced kisses, moved with him to stay connected as Aegon nodded. The knot came loose and the dark velvet robe slid heavily from Aleana’s shoulders to pool on the mattress around her. Her small clothes only covered her to her knees and the creamy skin of her shins glowed in the light shining in from the terrace. Aegon drew back, letting his eyes wander the newly exposed skin that stretched over her clavicles and the top of her sternum. She was pale as milk and Aegon moved his hand across the round of her shoulder as he leaned in to inhale her scent at the juncture of her neck. Aleana’s hands were knotted together over her tummy, even as her eyes fluttered and she craned her neck to welcome Aegon’s lips when he pressed them to a freckle that jumped atop her jugular.

“It would be kind of you to return your husband’s touches” Aemond wet his lips, smirking as he watched the girl immediately respond. She draped her hand over Aegon’s side, rubbing at the small of his back tentatively with her fingers. Her other hand she used to comb back his hair that had curtained their faces. “That’s a lovely girl” her twin praised her and her husband hummed an appreciation all his own against her as she instinctively let her hand snake under the hem of Aegon’s tunic to rub against his searing skin.

“Lovely indeed” Aegon gasped as he pulled away from her. Her arousal was growing more tangible, he could feel the change in her mood as her skin warmed and became more fragrant under him, he was alight with the thrall of wanting and being wanted. “Your skin, my love, tastes so good” Aegon told her, before he drug his tongue flat across her clavicle, his hand splayed across her neck held her steady as she jolted.

“Aegon” she yelped out, taking hold of his elbow.

“Oh sweet girl, I’m going to ruin you” he chuckled at her prudish reaction.

“Ruin me, Aegon?” she huffed at him.

“Absolutely ruin you” he answered, his hand wrapped around Aleana’s breast, squeezing it harshly in his excitement.

“Gently now, brother, she's not ready for that yet.” Aemond tutted as Lane squirmed, his painful action had chilled her skin and she looked at him with clearer eyes. Still her arousal had not totally abandoned her and she waited, her reddened lips slightly ajar, and softly huffed her exhales. “Kiss it better” Aemond smiled as he issued his command. He watched Aegon use his elbows to move down the mattress and then begin to press kisses against his twins clothed chest. Lane let out an airy sigh, a sound that combined delight and excitement. It was the loudest noise she’d produced yet and she recoiled in embarrassment, covering her mouth with the back of her hand as her head rolled upwards against the cushion. Aegon’s lips wrapped around the swell of her breast and he sucked gently at it as he watched Aemond walk the length of the bed and crouch by Lane’s head, her eyes fluttered open and she turned her face towards him when she heard him arrive. “Don’t hide your pleasure, doña, he’s working so hard for it, after all, wants it so badly. Let him hear you.” he finished in the ancient language the siblings all shared.

Lane nodded reverently, her cheeks were flushing and Aemond salivated as his eye settled on Aegon, who suckled and licked earnestly at Lane’s peaked bud, there were darkened circles of cloth, from his previous kisses, clinging to her, but the sheer fabric around her areola was soaked through as Aegon had found a spot he particularly enjoyed.

Laney’s chest bowed into him, his other hand worked gently on her other side. He rolled her pebbled nipple between his fingers and petted at her more than squeezed, having learned from his previous mistake. “Good boy, Aegon. Much better” Aemond praised. He could feel his twin’s breath panting on his face as he lingered. “She likes that very much, don't you, ñuha Dãria?”

“Yes, Aegon, very much” Lane answered, she pushed upwards into his mouth and his hand, and Aegon capitalized on the curve of her shoulders. He eased down the thin strap of her long chemise, removing his mouth from her only long enough to peel the sticky fabric away from her skin, it joined her robe bunched around her waist. Lane cried out softly at the new contact, the sensation which was sinfully delicious with the barrier of her clothes had grown to be overwhelming without it. Laney gasped and tugged at Aegon's hair as he chased her sounds, she tried to adjust to his zealousness but it was quickly becoming too much for her.

“Slow down, brother, gently” Aemond reminded him. Aegon whined as his tongue slowed and he eased into long, flat licks across the whole of her breast. Lane moaned and her hand tightened into a tug on Aegon's scalp. “Soft and slow for our sweet sister, Aegon, you must control your excitement”

“Too good, too soft” he pleaded against her skin, there was a purple half circle forming that glistened with his spit in the light.

“I know, my King, I know,” Aemond grinned. Lane was in throws, her mouth hung open and sweet mews floated from her throat as Aegon licked and sucked at her. Pulling away to view her, encouraged by her sounds, Aegon moved his hand tenderly down Lane's abdomen. She looked up at him with blown eyes and the muscles in her tummy fluttered as she watched him take her in. He took his time, rubbing softly at the slope of her bellowing ribcage, He leaned in to kiss each bone as they danced beneath her skin. He dipped his tongue into her belly button, making Lane arch up from the bed slightly, Aemond pressed her softly down by her shoulder and told her to ‘Relax’. She huffed, nodding, and watched Aegon move his tongue nearly down to the line of her small clothes before he brought it back upward between her heaving bosom.

“My sweet, sweet girl” Aegon hummed as he returned to his former menstruations, his lips coming this time to the breast he had previously given less attention to. His hand was moving back down her torso, Lane’s eyes were tightly closed as she relished in Aegon’s mouth but they flew open when his palm pressed against her mons though the fabric that still covered her there. Aleana’s hand shot down and wrapped around his wrist, stopping his motion, her hand trembling around him. Aegon removed his mouth from her to look down with questioning eyes. His features had gone harsh with lust but his eyes poured love.

“Aegon” she pleaded, her voice edging on a sob. “What are you doing?” her words were a suffocated whisper.

“You’ll like it, sweetling. I'm trying to make you feel good.” he answered her. Aemond sat back on his haunches, watching silently as Aleana looked up at his brother.

“The septa didn’t say anything-” she pulled at her hands nervously. “She only said it would hurt” Aegon relaxed into the cushion and took Lane’s face in his palm.

“Sex is for pleasure, ñuha doña. Septa’s and Maester’s and Grandsire, old fools all of them, they know nothing, truly, about love and passion.” He carded her hair and rubbed at her temple with the pad of his thumb as he spoke. Laney didn’t respond but her rigid body relaxed, her head returning softly to her pillow and she released her hold on Aegon’s wrist. “Trust me, my love” he assured her as he returned pressure to her center. Because of Aleana’s nerves, the sensation was not immediately pleasurable, but slowly, as she allowed herself to sink back in the cushions and as Aegon returned to kissing her chest, moving between her breasts without taking his lips from her skin, his hand began to feel warm and welcome.

There was a soft click of wood in the space next to them and Lane looked over to see Aemond positioning Aegon’s writing chair a foot or so away from the bed, he eased into it and they locked eyes for a moment. “You’re alright, doña, let Aegon do what he’s best at.” Aemond’s compliment was generous, and Aegon let out a grateful hum against Lane’s skin.

“I’ll make you feel good, Laney, I promise I will” he panted as he took her nipple further into his mouth, simultaneously applying a stronger touch to her. His hand was so large, he was able to rest his palm on her pubis while his fingers stretched to cover her slit. Lane whimpered at his action and the noise encouraged Aegon to develop a rhythm for her. He began slowly pressing and rubbing up and down again and again as he licked and kissed at her and within a few minutes, he would feel her slick beginning to soak through the fabric of her small clothes. He removed himself from her nipple and drug his lower lip up her neck, he settled kisses on the triangle behind her ear as he spoke to her. “My little wife’s all wet for me” He teased as he nipped at her earlobe. “Tell me, wife, tell me how much you like it” he smiled as he and Aemond met eyes.

Aleana’s ‘Yes’ was unintelligible, the word transforming into a hitched moan as Aegon curled two of his fingers to press hard against her opening.

“What was that, doña? We can’t hear you” Aemond leaned in. Lane was nodding wildly, her eyes clamped tightly as she tried again to speak, but each sound she attempted was stolen and changed into a huff or a moan as she began to abandon control of her expressions.

Aegon grinned as she unraveled, he looked down at where his hand met her body and chuffed with pride as Lane had started moving to meet his fingers.

“Good girl, Laney, do what your body wants you to” her twin praised her, his words were all but drowned out by the rushing of blood in Lane’s head, she was feeling dizzy and her lips were starting to tingle.

“You do have to remember to breathe, sweetling” Aemond cooed as he watched her try to suck in a breath. “If you don’t, I’ll have to tell Aeg to stop.”

“NO!” she shouted, surprising both her brothers, “Please, Aegon, please don't stop” she begged. There were tears glistening in her eyes and she panted heavily as she held onto her husband's bicep.

“I have no plans of stopping, I promise” Aegon changed the angle of his hand, the tips of his middle three fingers rubbed almost harshly at Lane’s hooded clit through her cotton fabric and as she moaned and quaked beneath him, he looked to his brother for permission to remove the final barrier between their touches.

Aemond nodded, he rubbed at his chin with his hand and sucked at his lower lip as he watched his brother shift between Lane’s legs. Aegon brought his hands to the laces that crossed over each other just below her belly button, the newly-weds locked eyes as he carefully worked at them, being careful not to claw or tug them loose as he usually would. “You make the sweetest noises, Laney.” Aleana moved to cover her face, to shield herself from seeing Aegon reveal her most intimate place, but Aemond made a disapproving noise and she brought her hands back to the sheets. Once her laces were loose, Aegon slid his fingers into the hem on either side of her hips and gently tugged the fabric of both her bottoms and her discarded chemise down her legs. As the cold air hit Aleana’s flesh, she squeezed her thighs tightly together and closed her eyes, struggling to overcome her embarrassment.

“Easy now, sweetling, relax for me” Aegon whispered as he rubbed his palm over her hip bone. “We have the prettiest little sister, don't we, Aemond? With the sweetest cunt I've ever seen”

“Aegon!” Lane's eyes opened at his vulgarity. A matching chuckle came from both her brothers.

“The sweetest cunt in the realm” Aemond confirmed and Lane, impossibly, blushed.

“You're wife, Aemond,” she whispered, her eyes scanning the room as if in search of the woman she felt the complement betrayed.

“She doesn't compare. She could never even come close.” Her twin's eye burned with lust as he stared into her and spoke. The lust Aleana saw reflected in Aemond’s eye burned her and stole any response she might have mustered.

Aegon smiled at the exchange, at his wife's sweet humility and his brother's longing. He leaned down to kiss the curve of tummy over Lane's womb. “I'm going to put a baby right here.” Lane shivered as he worked his lips and fingers across the newly exposed swatch of skin. Slowly, Aegon returned his hand to her center, Lane lurched and her inhale sliced the silence as he touched her. His fingers dipped between her legs, into her flower, where he began a painfully controlled exploration of her warmth. Laney’s breaths came out as airy little yelps, one of her hands tangled in the sheets and the other pulled on the fabric that covered Aegon’s ass. He could feel her tense muscles beneath his hands and he nudged his chin against her face as he huffed in her ear “I’ve got you, sweetheart, you’re alright” He kissed her earlobe and trailed his lips to a sweet spot he’d found her to enjoy earlier. “Does that feel good?” he coaxed as he softly circled the tip of his pointer finger over her clit. “Tell me, doña, please.”

Aleana nodded furiously, the two lengths of their silver hair mixing as their heads rocked in rhythm against each other. In lieu of words Laney’s lips found Aegons’ skin, she kissed and panted at his jawbone as she writhed against him. “Use your words, Aleana” Aemond dictated.

Lane managed a strangled ‘So good’ as Aegon applied sharper pressure to her throbbing button.

“Good girl, good girl” Aegon let her earlobe slip from his lips to praise her.

“I want to taste her, Aemond” Aeg huffed, she was so wet, he could only imagine how sweet she would taste and how wildly she’d buck beneath him as he licked her.

“Oh not yet, sweet brother” Aemond smirked, he’d never seen Lane make faces like this before, he’d never seen her lips curl in such a way and he was captivated, as he’d always been, by her beauty. “Perhaps you should save those kisses for the morning” he mused and Aegon smiled at the thought of waking her in such a delicious way.

“There’s an idea,” Aeg answered. Laney trembled, oscillating her hips against his finger, she clung to him with both hands as she moaned prettily and panted under him. Aegon wanted to make her come undone, he increased his speed and pressure against her and within seconds she was crying out and digging her nails into his bare shoulders.

Lane’s toes were curling and her thighs squeezed against Aegon’s palm as he worked.

A sharp cry pushed through her lips and she tried to focus her eyes on Aemond. “Hurts, it hurts” she sobbed, tears of painful pleasure and overstimulation brimming her eyes.

Her twin left his chair and sat on the edge of the bed, he carded the hair above her eyes away from her face and used his gentle grip on the scalp of her crown to still her so he could look into her eyes.“You need to relax, it hurts when you fight your climax” he told her. There was just enough space between the couple's grinding bodies to allow Aemond’s hand to rest softly on Lane’s womb. “Ease your muscles” he pressed gently and as Aleana nodded into him and disengaged her abdominal muscle, her sharp pants softened to satisfied moans and she began bucking into Aegon’s hand as he teased her.

“Come for me Laney, come for your husband” Aegon pleaded against her ear, his cock was painfully hard in his small clothes, his head leaking as he rubbed against her thigh. As if on command, Lane’s eyes snapped closed and a wave of motion replaced her desperate, uncoordinated bucking, her hips rolled and her hands balled into fist as her orgasm overtook her. Aemond held his hand in place, feeling her body rock against his brothers as she peaked. “Good girl, Laney, my love, perfect girl” Aegon's voice was a blissful whisper as he slipped his finger inside her as she exploded. He hoped to minimize the unavoidable discomfort of having something inserted into her soft, sweet cunt for the first time. As Aleana came, she rocked herself on his finger, leaving Aegon to simply watch and writhe, worming his hips and legs and against her warm skin, as she trembled and moaned, her tits heaving and head rolling as she raptured. “Sweet wife” he huffed his praise.

She moaned her husband's name as she broke through the haze, while he curled his finger against the sweet spot inside of her. He claimed her lips in a kiss, using his free hand to cup her jaw and wipe tears of ecstasy from her face. He smiled down at her, kissing at her neck and face, as her body relaxed against him. As the desperate clamp of her pussy on his digit dissipated, Aegon slowly added a second. Aleana whimpered and purred, tugging at Aegon, grasping at his arm and his back, rocking into him gently as he stretched her. Aemond had returned to his chair, he gathered his long hair in his hands and used a strip of leather to pull it into a low bun in an attempt to relieve the searing heat that engulfed him. His vigilance was renewed as he knew the moment of potential pain was nearing, though it seemed Aegon was carefully working to lessen her discomfort.

Aegon did not wait for instruction, he kissed Aleana’s forehead and the side of her face as he gently withdrew his fingers from her. He hurriedly removed his small clothes, not bothering with the care he’d shown in removing hers and as quickly as he could returned to kissing and petting Laney. Their hands explored each other, Lane’s running along his torso until the tips of her fingers found the thatch of hair that crowned his member. Lane looked bashfully down their bodies, and as Aemond caught her peeking, he issued an order to his brother.

“Let her see you” his voice was gravely, he rubbed at his chin and chewed at his lips softly as he watched Aegon sit back on his haunches, huffing and red faced. He rubbed one hand across Aleana’s soft thigh and the other across his flushed abdomen as the brothers watched Laney’s eyes move across his body and settle at his large, swollen cock.

“You’re going to put that inside me?” her eyes jumped from Aemond to Aegon as she swallowed painfully. “I can’t- you can’t” her voice cracked in fear. Aegon leaned forward and took her cheek in his hands.

“Shh, ssh” he kissed her face and rubbed at her sternum as he begged. “Trust me, you can. It’ll feel good, Laney, I know how to make you feel good” he promised her and then kissed her reddened lips. His voice edged on desperate and despite his reassuring words, Aemond worried he’d lose control when the ecstasy of breaching her overtook him.

“Aeg, I can't-” she tried to argue but her voice was stolen in another kiss and a whimper as Aegon eased back into her and resumed moving his fingers inside her overly-sensitive heat.

“You can take it, sweet girl, I know you can” he assured her as he began pumping his fingers in and out of her opening. “I know you can”. He used his thumb to press on her clit, yanking a moan from her and sending her again into a back and forward tilt on his fingers. Aegon whined, his pupils were blown out and his lips as red and puffy as the head of his cock.

“Can I fuck her now, Aemond?” he cried out, he humped and rutted against her bare thigh like a teenage boy, painting it with his precum. Lany reacted to him, leaning into his touches and fighting for purchase on his body with her hands. “Please?” he begged, his lips trembling with need.

Laney was fully surrendered, she rocked against his fingers and kissed at his pale shoulder, her fingers left harsh red indents as she squeezed along his arms and back. As Aemond took in her want, he brought his eye to his desperate brother and gave a single, nearly painful nod. He had to give her over now, not only for the sake of duty, but for the sake of her pleasure as he could not deny her clear desperation and need. “Gently, Aegon” he warned, his brother nodded ardently and moved to position himself between Aleana’s legs.

The girl looked up at him with big, purple eyes, she huffed and reached for him as fat tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks. “I’ve got you, Laney, I'm gonna make you feel so good. Gonna fill you up” his voice was low and he sounded half drunk with lust.

Aegon took his cock in his hand and moved it to Lane’s center, she gasped as he rubbed the head of it against her folds and her hand shot across the bed towards Aemond. She reached for him as she always had when frightened and Aemond came to her as he always did. He stood from his chair and took her hand, then climbed onto the bed and lifted her upper back so he could wedge himself behind her against the headboard. Aegon was lost in rapture as he rubbed himself against her, he pressed his cock to against her clit, swirling it over and over against her thumping swell and the King and his new Queen called and answered to each other's moans as Aegon readied her.

“Just relax, sweetling, soften your tummy like I showed you” Aemond encouraged as he looked down at her. Aleana had laced her fingers with her twins, her sweat slicked back curled and flattened against his front as she rocked into the stimulation Aegon applied to her.

Aegon worked his cock up and down her crease, collecting her wetness and warming her to his touch, and when finally the hand wrapped around himself was all but dripping, he lined himself up with and eased against her opening.

Aleana's body went still and she hissed sharply, her grasp on Aemond’s hands tightening fiercely as Aegon began his intrusion upon her. His cock stretched the thin membrane of her opening, it burned like fire and Lane struggled to stay relaxed as she'd been instructed. “Oww, ouch, stop, stop” she cried, the tears of pleasure which had decorated her cheeks evolved into streams of painful ones, her hips tilted away from Aegon, pressing her ass against Aemond’s pelvis.

Aegon stilled immediately upon her cries, his head had only just cleared her and there were many inches, both in length and girth, of him to go. The squeeze and warmth was heaven and Aegon fought to stay still and to find words of comfort. She was so tight, it felt as if he was fighting a suction emanating from the depth of her. “I'm sorry, my sweet, so sorry” he whined, stilling his cock with one hand and supporting his weight above her with the other. He fought his every instinct, his every habit; if it had been any woman, any whore under him but his new wife, his sweet sister he’d be balls deep, chasing his own pleasure by now. But Aegon was determined to do better for her, to be better for she who deserved it so fully.

“Breathe, Laney, you're alright. It only hurts for a little while” Aemond wormed a hand from her, and used it to pet her face, drying the tears and shiny sweat that painted her like a diamond in the fire light. Her empty hand knotted into the fabric atop his thigh and she shook in his grip. “Relax” Aemond's voice cracked with lust and stimulation as he talked her through it. “You have to relax.”

“I can’t, it hurts” she gasped, her shoulders heaved and her stiff legs trembled visibly on either side of Aegon's body.

“This is the worst of it my love, Aeg has to break though your maidenhead” he explained, he watched as her teeth chattered and fought his own battle to keep still, to stop himself from shoving Aegon off his girl and carrying her away from her pain. This was necessary, he reminded himself, convinced himself.

“Break through-” a yelp interrupted her words as Aegon slipped just a hair's width deeper into him, his hand tingled under his weight and he fought bombarding, dizzying pleasure.

“Hold still, Aegon” Aemond warned and Aegon looked up at the twins nodding desperately, trying to convey his willingness and struggle. “You can do it, Aeg, be still” Aemond told him before he turned his face back to Lane. “Your maidenhead is flesh stretched across the opening of your cunt, it keeps Aegon's cock out and he has to rip through it to get to the spot that will make you feel good.” Aemond explained, anger danced at the back of his mind that someone hadn't taught his Princess, the Queen, the realities of coupling. It had been a disservice to her. “It's almost over, take a breath” he told her.

Aleana's purple eyes fluttered in pain, she clawed at Aegon's back now, holding on to both her brothers as she failed to find a comfortable position to relax into, as soon as her muscles softened around Aegon, his member pressed against her and she recoiled. Aemond took a stealing breath and brought Laney's clinging hand to Aegon’s neck. As she grappled onto Aegon and cried, as Aegon moaned in torture, Aemond wrapped his hands around Aleana’s hips and fought through his building guilt to force her pelvis to tilt toward Aegon. His twin began to yelp as he moved her, but he held firm and forced her to stay still against Aegon’s barley enveloped head. “I know, my girl, let it hurt, take a breath for me” he spoke in her ear, his voice strangled as he tried to control himself, to control the situation that was maddening him with anger and guilt and jealousy. He took in Aegon’s blissfully agonized face, the way his lips curled, and his eyebrows furrowed, his enjoyment and torture evident in his glowing, sweaty skin and his blown out eyes. “Go on, Aegon, give her a little more” Aemond ordered and Aegon cried out in relief of the permission as he slid another agonizing inch into his wife.

Aleana tried to back away from the somehow doubling pain but Aemond held her firm, he whispered praise and comfort in her ear but the words were not intelligible as they mixed with her own whimpers and Aegon’s moans. “Laney, seven hells” Aeg moaned. Making the most of his grant to move, he drew up onto his heels, and took Lane’s ass into his hands, kneading her flesh gently before resting her on his thighs, his hands free now to support her quaking legs as she adjusted to him filling her. The bottoms of Aemond’s hands brushed against Aegon's knees as he held her in place.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart, taking him so well. You’re such a good little wife.” She moaned loudly at her twins words and Aemond caressed her chin, his eye moving downward from her face, to her tits, to the apex between her legs where Aegon had begun to slowly withdraw and replace the short length he’d given her. The top quarter of his cock was coated with blood, a few thick trails of ichor ran down the remainder of his length to spread into Aegon’s curly, pale white, nearly invisible pubic hair. As Aeg worked, Lane’s sharp pained cries began to soften into uncomfortable pants, the worst was over, this assured Aemond. Her barrier was torn down and now she need only adjust to the foreign stretching and fullness. “You look so pretty” he told her, admiring aloud the way her pale flesh had gone pink and the way her lips fell into a soft, craving ‘O’ as she began to truly soften to Aegon’s cock.

A soft pleased huff escaped her lips and she, nearly undetectably, rolled her hips onto Aegon. “I told you, ñuha Dãria, I knew I could make you feel good” Aegon’s voice was breathy, his words cut with moans and huffs as he slid into her again, giving her more and more of himself, little by little as he dipped into her. Aemond watch and listened as Aegon settled further and further into his twin, as Lany cried out and moaned against her husband’s skin, as she trembled in Aemond’s grip while he held her still to be fucked. “My sweet wife” the eldest brother’s moan was a whimper as he began to lose control, as his hips began to hammer more sharply into Lane’s heat.

“Aeg” she moaned against him, her lips trembling. Finally, all pain had dissolved into pleasure. Aegon’s girth filled her in a way that felt completely right, as if the emptiness that existed there before had been a mistake, as if her pussy had been carved out by Aegon’s cock itself.

“Gently, Aegon” Aemond reminded, Aegon had become more erratic, the last three inches of his length were meeting with resistance and he was desperate to be fully seated inside his wife. Aleana was rocking to meet him now, but her movements were sloppy and untimed, she whined in frustration as their bodies missed alignment in their rutting.

“No, not gently, all of you, please” she huffed out, leaving forward to grab at Aegon’s shoulder, her voice was breathy and desperate. Aegon’s cautious movements had become too pleasing and simultaneously not enough, she needed more from him. She reached for his hips and tried to rut herself against him but still could not find the right movement to fit rightly against him. Aemond realized this was a moment in which he could aid her and he boldly began to use his hands to bounce her against Aegon, meeting his brother with perfect time and depth. This was enough and under her twins guidance, Aleana was overtaken by perfected bliss, her head fell back onto Aemond's shoulder and Aemond saw the whites of her eyes as her eyelids fluttered. Aegon responded in like, moaning and grunting with his whole chest in between the kisses he planted on Lane’s shoulders and clavicle. “Aemond” slipped breathily from her lips as he brought her sharply down, again and again, onto her husband's cock. Aemond twitched as she said his name, his own cock hard and angry beneath his breeches. The ache in his groin was only intensified when his brother, the King, repeated Lane’s call, huffing out his name as he brought his siblings' bodies together.

“You both sound so pretty” Aemond meant to tease but the words came as a lust filled groan.

Aemond’s efforts were making all the difference, Laney had grown impossibly wetter in her thrall and finally, with sounds of triumph from the three silver-haired beauties in the King's bed, Aegon was fully enveloped by his sister, the two met bone to bone, groaning and panting, rocking together in all encompassing euphoria.

“You’ve done it, sweet sister, you’ve taken all of your husband's cock.” Aemond praised her, his fingers dug into her hips, Aegon’s speed was building and Aemond worked to meet his new pace.

“Little wife, you feel so good” Aegon smiled wickedly, the desperation he’d felt as he tried to control himself, to curb his appetites and handle his wife with care had dissipated as she encouraged him, as Aemond now slammed her onto him with abandon. His capabilities had been restored and he was able now to enjoy himself more thoroughly, to open his eyes and take her in, to move his hands to her glistening breasts and bring his lips to Lane’s own. “Such a good pussy” he released the flesh of her neck to croon at her. “My pussy” he rambled blissfully as he sank into her. Aemond had overtaken his pace, Aeg was again under his brother's thumb as he worked the newly wed towards their building climaxes.

“Stop, Aegon” Aemond sharply ordered. Aegon looked at Aemond in confusion and groaned as Aemond’s piercing eye found him over Aleana’s shoulder. She groaned with him as he stilled inside her. “You’re mistaken, brother.” Aemond held Laney still as he spoke. “This sweet little thing, is mine” Aemond growled, Aleana began to whine under him and Aemond smiled though his gruff words as he brought his fingers down Lane’s pubis to tuck into her, he rubbed lazily at her slick and swollen glans; Her whines turned to pleasured mews, Aegon eyes were glued to the delicious and torturous attention his brother gave his wife. “Sshh, dona” Aemond whispered in Aleana’s ear as she rocked against his fingers, she huffed desperately for a continuation of the stimulation Aegon's cock had provided her. “Laney is mine, Aegon” he stared his brother down. “I let you marry her, and I’m letting you fuck her, and I’ll let you give her children.” Aegon gulped “But she belongs to me.” Laney did not respond to Aemond’s words, she was sucking at her lip and pulling at Aegon’s hips, trying as hard as she could to get her husband to move against her again.

“Please-” she huffed.

“Hush now, Laney.” Aemond’s voice switched from sharp to loving as he addressed her, he pressed harder into her clit and Laney yelped out against him. “Do you understand, brother?” Aemond smiled cruelly and hummed in delight as Aegon nodded reverently.

“Yes, Aemond” the King panted, his eyes, locked onto Aemond’s own, glittered with hedonism and need and submission.

“Good” Aemond rubbed harshly at Aleana now, the girl gyrated against his fingers, her actions moved Aegon’s cock in a circle inside of her and the two joined siblings moaned in satisfaction. “Make her come now” he commanded.

“Yes, Aemond” Aegon went to work chasing her second orgasm, the two brothers worked together, Aemond relentlessly rubbing at Aleana’s swollen bud, and Aegon bounding into her heat. He wrapped his hands around her folded legs, shifting her further into his lap and the change of angle brought a strangled scream from Laney’s throat, she reached forward and wrapped her arms around Aegon’s shoulders, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she began repeating his name like a prayer. “Come for me, Laney. Come for me so I can fill you up.” he kissed and sucked at her shoulder. “Please, sweetheart, please” he begged, squeezing at her ass with one hand and tugging at her hair with the other. Aemond was on his knees behind the pair, his arm wrapped around Laney’s waist and his hand pressed flat between his siblings as he rubbed at her throbbing button.

Aegon’s pleading sent Laney over the edge, the coil that had tightened in her core sprung wildly, pin-pricks of light scattered across the insides of her closed eyelids and she cried out with abandon. As she unwound, her legs pressed into Aegon’s torso and her walls closed around his cock, milking him, urging him to completion. “Good boy, Aeg” Aemond praised his brother, proud of the way he’d brought Laney pleasure. “Come for me, Aegon” Aemond lifted Aegon’s head by his hair, staring into his eyes as he dictated to him.

The order falling from his brother's lip shot Aegon into the realm of ecstasy, he attempted to answer him, choking on a painful ‘Yes, Aemond’ as he began to buck into his still reeling bride. He brought his hands to her hips and pressed her against him with all his might as he fucked her, his eyes locked on his brother’s face as he cried out and painted her walls with his seed. Aleana whimpered at the sensation, the nails on one of her hands dug crescent moons into Aegon’s neck while her other found purchase behind her on Aemond’s thigh. Aemond had abandoned her, his fingers were laced in his brother's hair and petting his leg as Laney and Aeg settled. Lane hand gone slack, she slumped on Aegon’s chest and her ass pressed against Aemond lap as the younger brother remained upright, watching Aegon’s face relax and settle into the unmatched comfort of release. Aegon cupped Laney's face, supporting her as the three siblings panted against one another.

It was Aemond, or course, who finally unwound himself from them. As the moment expired, he realized how unexpectedly this first of Laney’s had evolved. He brought a basin and towel to his siblings and then sat back in his chair, watching silently, pondering, as Aegon laid Laney on her back and cleaned gently between her legs. Blood stained the inside of her thighs, it covered Aeg’s cock and was smeared across his pubis and hips and Aemond looked to his own lap to find a spattering across his own yellowed pants. He allowed himself, for the first time he could ever remember, to admire the soft curve of Aegon’s naked ass, he took in the shape of his softening cock, and found himself comparing Aegon’s soft body to Aleana’s. Where Aemond was muscled and toned, Aegon was almost womanly in the belly, legs and arms. Aegon’s Adams apple bobbed as he questioned Laney’s state but Aemond was entranced with the sudden desire to bite down on his brother’s moon-toned neck and didn’t hear the words the couple exchanged. Aemond swallowed dryly as he stood. Laney was in capable hands for now, Aegon was tucking her in lovingly, wrapping her in sheets and fluffing pillows behind her head, smiling down at her stupidly. Aleana startled when she heard the scrape of Aemond’s chair, she looked to her twin as if she’d forgotten he was there, but her eyes lit up with comfort as he leaned in and kissed her forehead and mumbled a ‘Goodnight’ against her skin.

Aegon stared at his brother with wide eyes, his cheeks blushed red and his lips twitched as he took in all the harsher lines of Aemond’s face, as he examined, for the first time this intimately, his brother's scar and the eyepatch he hid behind.

“I’ll see you in the small council meeting tomorrow?” Aegon questioned, his voice cracked, the question meant so much more. He feared his brother’s rejection now more than he ever had, having been vulnerable to him in a way he never had been before. Aemond looked down at him, his eye conveying simultaneous comfort and command, and nodded.

“Tomorrow, brother” Aemond answered aloud as he retreated.

Down the hall, in front of his fireplace once again, this time full of peace, Aemond sipped his wine. His earlier feelings of jealousy and anger replaced with pride and power. He’d finally staked his claim on his twin. Equally enthralling, as Aemond recalled and replayed every moment of rupture he’d instigated and moderated, was the brewing realization that the urge and desire he felt to control his brother was not as callus and hate motivated as he’d thought it be, that his sweet twin was not the only sibling Aemond intended to lay claim to.

“Tomorrow, brother” he told the vision of panting, pleading Aegon that knelt in his mind’s eye.