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THE CONQUERORS | LEVERAGE

—— summary: In a world where soulmates exist. Your fate has been sealed to the dragons who burned down your home.

—— genre: Dark!au, soulmate au, yandere

—— warnings: Obsessive and possessive behaviour, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, some very light angst, smut

—— pairing: Aegon Targaryen I x female!reader, Visenya Targaryen x female!reader, Rhaenys Targaryen x female!reader

—— word count: 5k

*no beta we die like bruce wayne's parents * first-time writing, english is not my first language

Never before had you experienced such overwhelming terror. You were a collected person by nature, content with allowing chaos to unfold for others, more so even when you had a hand in creating the chaos. Yet, tonight, it appeared that the karma of all of those nights of "fun" had finally caught up to you.

You found yourself being dragged by two strangers, being forcibly led toward the direction of one of the larger tents positioned at the farthest edge of the camp. You had known you were fucked from the moment your eyes had first locked with violet ones. You had felt the bond snap in place. Those violet eyes, the ones that had burned ypur home to ashes, now held you captive. Your life was now entwined with those haunting eyes that had taken your family from you.

You briefly entertained the idea of ending your life. The tent that they were leading you to was situated relatively close to a cliff. Though you were unsure whether the height would prove itself to be fatal, you felt more than ready to take the risk.

Choosing to end your life would be much more honourable than warming the bed of those who had caused your family's demise.

Newly formed soulbonds were meant to be consummated, and you were well aware that the longer time you spent with them, the more inevitable it would become. You knew that it was only a matter of time.

Ending your own life would save you from that fate.

The thought quickly leaves your mind, as you finally arrive at your destination. A sense of relief washes over you upon seeing that the tent is empty. However, that relief swiftly fades away as you are pulled toward the large bed situated in the room's centre. Your arms are tightly bound by sturdy metal chains, anchoring you to the master bed. You sigh, leaning your head against one of the pillows, attempting to find some rest.

The next several hours pass like a blur.

New guards take the place of the former standing right outside the tent. One usually remains on guard while the other leaves — you're not sure why. The idea of you actually being able to escape or cause any kind of damage is laughable at the very least. How would you be able to run whilst tied to a bed with metal chains?

You know it's late when one of them finally shows up — the darkness that fills the room is more than enough of an indication — it's the older one you realise after a few moments of watching her. Her hair was beautifully braided into intricate patterns. She was beautiful but there was an air of darkness that seemed to cling to her. She swiftly took off her ringmail, not even sparing you a glance, as she started undressing.

You did your best to avert your gaze, as she undressed herself fully. She turned toward you, recognising your presence for the first time since entering the tent.

She sauntered toward you. Her cold harsh unforgivable violet eyes digging into you. You're keenly aware of the fact that she's still not wearing anything, as you keep your gaze toward the side. Attempting to hide yourself from her.

She seizes hold of your jaw, redirecting your gaze toward her, eliminating any possibility of evading her. With a firm touch, she runs a finger across your face. The bond hummed at her actions.

"So you're the one."

Eyes still cold as she studies you carefully. Her hand which was previously caressing your cheek, start travelling down south. Stopping briefly at your throat, giving it a light squeeze before moving on, her hand stops when it reaches down to your waist.

She presses her naked body closer to you, keeping the eye contact as she dares you to do something. An amused smirk crept onto her face, at your obvious discomfort. The both of you stay there for a few minutes. Neither speaking, as she continues to study you with those violet eyes of hers.

Simultaneously, she seizes both of your hands, releasing her grip on your jaw and waist. She brings both your hands up to cup her breasts, as she brings herself closer to you. Both of your bodies pressed tightly up against one another. She slowly starts grinding herself against you. Disregarding you completely.

You start thrashing against her desperately attempting to move your hands away from her body. Suddenly, her grip on your hand loosens, and one of her hands swiftly flies up to encircle your throat, exerting firm pressure to keep you in place. You look up to study her facial expression, to see every ounce of amusement had disappeared, instead replaced by a serious demeanour. She leans in intimately, bringing her face close to your ear.

"You fight so viciously, just like your family. What a shame that couldn't save them from their fate," she speaks venomously, "but there's still some of them left, aren't there?"

She looks down at your horrified expression. A smile starting to bloom across her face.

"Your nephew, what was his name now? Was it Flammin? Fliden? No, it is Florian, is it not? Such a sweet young boy. Just passed his fifth naming day hasn't he?" she taunted a wicked smile still present on her lips, "it would be such a shame if his life was to be cut short now, wouldn't it?"

Tears welled up silently in your eyes as the weight of her words began to settle in. Florian, a young boy, was the sole family you had. His mother had succumbed to childbirth, and his father had fallen victim to those ruthless monsters. Florian had always been a frail and sickly boy. Without proper attention, he wouldn't survive even a fortnight. You had dedicated countless nights to his care since his birth, nurturing him in the absence of your older brother. Who always had matters of the court to attend to.

You felt guilt prickle away at your chest. You had completely forgotten about him. In your defense, you hadn't even been sure he survived. Most had suffered the cruel fate of being burned alive by dragon fire. But surely if Queen Visenya knew of his existence, that must've meant he was still alive?

You didn't answer. There was nothing to be said. She had won. And you could tell she knew that too from the smirk that was covering her face. Slowly her hand started slipping down your body again. Coming to a halt when she neared your breast. Keeping the eye contact, she started palming them. Realishing in seeing you melt. As the bond started to hum even stronger.

"Visenya" a female voice called from behind, halting Visenya’s movement, "playing your games again, aren't you?"

"I have no idea what you refer to," she snapped, keeping her back turned toward the woman, "I was simply familiarizing myself with our bonded."

The woman standing behind Visenya was beautiful. With silver hair that swayed openly down her back. It took you a moment, to recall her name; Rhaenys. The youngest of the three conquerors.

You continued to stare at her shamelessly. She was beautiful, both of them were. You absently noted, that her violet eyes were lighter than that of Visenya, there was also a sense of playfulness in them. You presumed that made sense, from the rumours you had heard, Rhaenys was supposed to be the more kindhearted and playful of the three.

Rhaenys' eyes flicked down briefly to meet yours. You were met with a comforting smile, as her eyes flickered up to meet her the older again.

Her lips parted, and unfamiliar words flew from her mouth, a language entirely unknown to your ears. Amidst the unfamiliar words, you faintly understood the mention of the name "Aegon."

Aegon. You're body subconsciously shivered at the mention of his name. It had been him who had discovered you. After the burning of your home, the survivors had been brought before their new king. They were to bow and hail him for his mercy. It was at that moment when your eyes had locked with his, you both knew.

Words had not been exchanged. He had simply walked through the crowd and grabbed a hold of your wrist where your mark was located. With one simple glance at the three-headed dragon symbol marked into your skin, there had been no point in denying it. King Aegon had motioned for his men to take you, as you stood frozen to your spot. He started barking orders for his men to follow, but you could barely make out any word he was saying. Head still reeling from the revelation.

You could feel the irritation radiating off of Visenya as she completely let go of you. The two continued to speak in a foreign language, as Visenya dressed herself once more. The two seemed to be on the verge of arguing before they both left, leaving you alone once again.

You lay sprawled across the bed, sleeping peacefully until the gentle touch of an unfamiliar hand caressing you, caused you to startle awake. Your eyes were still drowsy with sleep, and it took you a minute to fully recognise the person sitting in front of you.

"Aegon," you whispered in shock.

You had only just spoken the words when you jerked away harshly, your body moving on its own accord. You were unaware of when you had fallen asleep last night. You must've drifted off the sleep while lost in your own thoughts.

"Hello," he greeted warmly, edging closer up the bed toward you. You didn't answer. To dazed by sleep to fully comprehend what was going on.

"You must be cold," he tried again. You could feel he was attempting to start up a conversation and unlike Visenya, you had an irking feeling he would want you to respond.

"I'm fine," you responded meekly.

He hummed, seemingly not convinced. He inched himself nearer toward you, aligning his thigh with your reclined figure, the pressure causing the bond to hum. Encouraging you to move closer toward your bonded. You relented. Despite whatever desire that remained inside of you to give in to the bond, and allow for them to do whatever he wished to you. You could not forget the screams of your people as the dragon fire consumed them. How could you ever forget? When their screams would haunt you to the night you die.

“I apologize for Visenya’s behaviour. She can be very . . . . forward to say the least.”

You nodded, accepting his terrible apology and excuse, so you could move on to what was important.

You sat yourself straight up. “My nephew, is he well?”

“He is well,” Aegon confirmed. His finger returned to your face once more, as he started trailing your features. “I can assure you no harm shall come to your nephew, as long you as you remain with us.”

While his words were meant to be comforting. The underlying threat was not lost on you. The message was clear: attempt to run and your nephew would suffer the price for your foolishness. Instead of arguing with the man who held your nephew’s life in his hands, you opted to change the conversation.

“What time is it?”

His reply came instantly. “Late at night. By now most, if not all, have retired to their tents.” His finger continued trailing over your features, now reaching your lips. He applied firm pressure, eyes keen on your every expression, as he moved on to fiddling with your hair.

“Where are your wives then?” You had not meant for the words to escape as bitterly as they did. But at the very thought of Visenya and her complete disregard for your discomfort and family. You couldn’t help the root of anger that was settling over your heart at the mention of her.

“In their tents, resting for the night.” If he had heard the bitterness in your tone then he was certainly ignoring it. He kept a comforting smile on his lips. You furrowed your brows at his answer. Should the Queens not be on the side of the King? While it wasn’t fully uncommon for spouses to have separate rooms, you would’ve assumed bonded like them would remain together.

He seemed to be able to tell your confusion for a moment had not passed before he started explaining himself. “My sisters enjoy having their own separate beds. I fear they would argue far too much about the other stealing all their space. Though I suppose that may perhaps change with your arrival.”

Sisters. They were siblings. Right, you had completely forgotten. The Valyrian custom you had heard so much about. It had completely escaped your mind that all three conquerors were of the same blood and of the same father. Disgust crept its way through you at that revelation.

“Should you not be sleeping?” You quickly said after realising that you had spent far too much time pondering about the strange Valyrian custom. “I much rather spend my time with you,” he replied smoothly. Eyes flickering up to meet yours again.

“And how fun that must be, staring at me sleeping.” You bit back, before realising you had spoken back to the King. “It is indeed,” he replied back rather amused, “especially with my name rolling off your mouth whilst you slept.”

Heat begin to prickle at your skin at his words. Surely you did not?

“What were you dreaming of?” He asks.

You're aware that he’s only asking because he already knows the answer. And despite you not remembering the dream, you're also keenly aware of the sheet of sweat that covers you and the way your undergarments seem to cling to you. You internally curse yourself. You recognise it to be a symptom of not having the bond consummated immediately after your initial meeting. The heightened sense of arousal, the sexual dreams and the need to be in one another’s presence. Direct symptoms of the bond. You remember your mother’s stories of bonded ones meeting for the first time. They usually consummate the bond at the exact moment they meet, the frenzy of the bond simply too strong to resist.

“I don’t remember.” Only a partial lie, you truly did not remember, however, you had an irking suspicion toward what that dream contained, as did he.

He laughs a quiet yet dangerous sound that strokes a fire inside of you. “Perhaps then, I could help you remember. It was after all me you were dreaming of.”

The meaning of his words caused your body to grow fully warm. “You’re flattering yourself far too much,” you lamely attempt.

He moves closer toward you at those words. As you started slowly crawling back from him. A large smirk grew on his face. “I’m sure you like to think that, wouldn’t you.” He drew himself nearer, standing so close to you, you’re faces were merely an inch apart, “but I heard the way you called my name, so sweetly.”

“I did no such thing.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His voice drops down to a sensual tone, “I myself have to admit that I have found myself dreaming of you plenty of times throughout the day,” he closed his eyes momentarily. “Every time I close my eyes, I see you writhing in pleasure beneath me.” He begins, keeping his eyes closed as if he was imagining it right now. “Or I see you laying on this bed, my sisters between your legs, worshipping you with their mouths, bringing you to ecstasy over and over before I finally take you.”

Your heart starts pounding fast. In fact, you’re not sure if your heart has ever gone this fast before. You feel warm. Too warm, despite the coldness of the night seeping into the room. You can feel your pulse in your throat and the dryness that has settled over your lips.

“So tell me once more, what was it that you were dreaming of?” He asks in a hushed voice.

“Nothing.” You reply quickly, averting your gaze toward the exit. The idea of running away from this entire situation seems suddenly very appealing.

“So you don’t wish for my help?”

This time you don’t reply too afraid of giving the answer that you truly wish to say. After a moment of pure silence. With you ignoring his longing eyes, he decides to change his approach.

“You must be feeling so desperate.”

You don’t respond too afraid to say anything anymore. He leans toward you. You can feel his breath in your ear. You can feel the ache between your legs growing stronger.

“We’re not meant to go this long without each other,” he whispers delicately against you, “you know that. It’s only been a couple of hours. Yet, your body is aching for me, just as I am for you.” He glides his tongue against your cheek. Fire spreads everywhere he touches you. “Poor Visenya could barely contain herself from want. I had to order her and Rhaenys to leave you alone or else I fear they both would’ve ravished you the moment you entered our camp. But I convinced them it would be best if I warmed you up to us first. That all of us at once, forcing your attention upon us. Whilst your mind was still reeling from loss would be far too much.”

Your breath comes out shaky as you struggle to contain your own wants. It would be so wrong to give in. They had murdered your family. They had even threatened the only one that remained. Briefly, you wondered how things could’ve been different if you had met under normal circumstances. Telling your mother how happy you were at finding your bonded, asking permission to court you properly once the frenzy of the bond had passed. How different it all could’ve been. Instead, it was them who had robbed you of all of that. Your mother was dead, and so was your father. There was no need for a courting period for there was no one alive for them to ask permission for your hand from.

“Give yourself to me.” Aegon’s voice is rough with wanting like this is just as hard for him as it is for you. “I know you feel it. I feel it, too. You yearn for me, you crave my touch. Let me make you feel good, let me ease that ache you feel. Give yourself to us, and in return, we shall give you whatever your heart desires.”

“My heart desires for my family to be alive, tell me can you make that happen.” You snap back tears brimming into your eyes at the mention of your deceased family. A full night had yet not even passed and here you were dishonouring them all by giving yourself to the man who had killed them.

Something shifted in Aegon’s eyes at those words. Violet eyes growing stern much like Visenya’s had. His hand grabbed at your jaw bringing your eyes up to meet his. The familiarity of the situation was not lost upon you. As you stared up into his beautiful violet eyes.

“What happened to your family was their own fault had they simply bent the knee as I had asked of them. There would be no need for the pointless slaughter of your people,” his grip at your jaw tightened, “but I have been merciful have I not? I could’ve burned the survivors in dragon fire as well, but I did not. I could’ve killed your pathetic nephew who continuously begs my guards to be brought into your presence. But I do not. You know why?” He rubs the tears falling from you eyes away, “for I am a merciful King, but that does not mean, I shall remain one.”

“What is merciful of you burning my family alive? It was our King who made the decision to not bend his knee, not us!” You shouted back, jerking yourself free from his hold. "You say it’s mercy letting us live. Very well, then go ahead kill me. Give me the solace of being united with my family once more.”

He laughs, coldly at your little display of anger. “Very well, but remember that you asked for this.”

He backs away from the bed, grabbing his sword on his way out. “Wait! What’re you doing.” You desperately yell after him, “I told you to kill me, to punish me! Wait!”

You struggle against the metal chains keeping you tied to the bed. Your screams for Aegon to stop echoing through the night. Soon those screams are replaced by those of others. Dread fills your being as you realise what was happening.

Tears stream down your face your throat becomes sore from your sobbing. Eventually, you fell asleep, tears still streaming down your face.

Upon awakening, a throbbing headache greeted you—a consequence of having cried yourself to sleep. The light streaming into the tent suggested that it was now daytime. You glanced down at the blanket enveloping your shivering form. Vaguely, you remembered someone entering the tent late at night after you had drifted off. Whether it was Aegon or another you weren't sure. Exhaustion had overwhelmed you to the point where the mere thought of opening your eyes and checking was too much.

After throwing the blanket on you, the person joined you in bed. But remained at a comfortable distance so as not to disturb you. As you stirred around, you became aware that the person had left.

You sighed, running a hand through your face. The metal chains still digging painfully into your wrists.

The events of the previous night played back in your mind on repeat. A sense of dread fills you. What would the consequences be if you continued to reject their advances? How far would they go to keep you in line? How many would die as a consequence of their anger? Would they kill you if you continued to deny them?

You remained sprawled on the bed for several hours, unable to free yourself from the metal chains that bound you. Eventually, tiredness overcame you, and you slipped back into slumber. When you stirred again, it was to the sensation of someone shaking you awake.

"You must be starving," the voice observed. You recognised the voice; Rhaenys.

Before you, she stood, as breathtakingly beautiful as you remembered her to be. It took a moment for her words to fully register, and then you nodded in agreement. The audible growl of your stomach served as a reminder of the prolonged time you had gone with the absence of food—it had been two full days. Rhaenys smiled, offering you a plate of food. Without a word, you accepted the plate and began to eat. Rhaenys remained silent, unabashedly observing you as you ate.

After finishing your meal, you silently set the plate on the side table. The room fell into a hush as the two of you sat in silence, you with your gaze fixed on the floor, and Rhaenys studying you intently. Suddenly, she rose and positioned herself directly behind you on the bed, your back pressed against her chest. A surge of fear gripped you—what was she planning? Would she force herself on you as Visenya had done, or would she threaten you much like Aegon had done?

Surprisingly, she did neither. Instead, she pulled a brush and began running it through your hair. You started relaxing under her gentle ministrations. Eventually, she transitioned into braiding your hair skillfully. Two large braids took shape, and she proceeded to pin them up into an elegant updo, her actions gentle and kind.

"You shouldn't have said those things to Aegon, you upset him."

Her words sent a sudden jolt through your body, erasing any trace of comfort that had briefly settled into you. Instantly, tension gripped your frame.

"Your continued denial of the bond shall only bring pain to us. Embrace it. Acknowledge your destined path. You belong to us now," the calmness Rhaenys exhibited while speaking, caused shivers to run down your spine, "should you attempt to escape with your little nephew, our forces will inevitably hunt you down and bring you back. Half of Westeros has fallen to our whim, the rest shall soon follow. Tell me, who shall risk their lives and those of their kin to shield you from us? Last night, you incurred only a speck of Aegon's wrath, forcing him to unveil but a fraction of our might. Imagine the repercussions should you provoke us once more."

With that final word, she left. Leaving you once more in a state of fear.

Days pass before someone attempts to visit you again. Each day, a new guard came to attend to you, delivering food and bringing you to a nearby lake to clean yourself.

As days pass you begin to fight your own instinct. Begging for you to be near your homicidal bonded. Each night you were haunted by dreams of them, each dream leaving you more frustrated than the last. The fact that you know that they have been visiting every night while you pretend to sleep doesn't help.

It is on the fifth day of this behaviour continuing that you finally snapped.

A gentle hand traced along your back as your consciousness began to return. Most of your nights since entering the camp had been spent sleeping, daydreaming or reading. The familiarity of the rough hand hinted at Aegon's presence, a revelation that didn't surprise you. Although all three had taken turns visiting you every night. Aegon was the one that usually ended up curled next to you sleeping at night.

Upon feeling you stir, he retracted his hand from your back. Instantly your own shot up to stop.

“Wait,” you all but begged, “don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?”

His voice was rough, just like you remembered it to be. He hadn’t spoken to you directly, not since that night. You had heard him bark orders at his men and seen him conversing with Orys Baratheon. But he had refused to speak to you ever since you had snapped at him.

“Touch me, please.”

The pure desperation in your voice wasn’t lost on you. And though you felt heat creeping up your skin at your confession, you couldn’t deny how badly you needed him. After all, Rhaenys had been right. You were only causing yourself misery by refusing yourself what you wanted. At your request, his hand rubbed down the side of your waist. Your breath becomes shaky as you turn to lie on your back to face him. Aegon was staring at you intensely.

You didn't know what to say to him. How to voice out the desire building in your chest. So you settle for calling out his name. Your voice is dripping with desire and desperation. Gazing into those violet eyes, you catch a glimpse of the fire so characteristic of the Targaryens just before his lips meet yours.

There’s nothing gentle about the kiss shared between you two. It’s the kiss of two people who have been deprived of their true desires for far too long, your teeth bumping against each other, tongues twisting and tangling. His hand grabs a hold of your hair and keeps you in place. The bond hums loudly in approval of your actions.

Aegons draws himself back slightly to look at your expression, his free hand moving to palm your breast over your nightgown. You moan at the feeling. His other hand lets go of your hair to slither down your body and press against your core.

“You’re drenched,” he mutters breathlessly, slowing down his movements as he starts to tease you, “I could make you cum from this alone.”

“Please” you beg, your hips bucking up to meet him.

“I should make you beg me for it after everything you put us through.” His eyes are dark as he speaks, his thumb pressing hard against your clit, making you moan. “Luckily, I am a generous King. I can feel how much you need to come on my fingers.”

You nod wildly, as he inserts a finger into you, pleasure pulsating through you.

“You’ve been craving this, waiting for this very moment,” Aegon murmurs against your ear with a wicked smile. “You’ve tried to deny yourself, but you need me, you need my touch.”

You whimper pathetically, your hips rocking wildly aganist him. “Say it,” he demands, pushing another finger into your dripping core.

“I need you to make me come, Aegon. Please, my King, I need you so badly.” You purposefully empathize with his title, knowing what button to press to make him give in.

His violet eyes darken even further as he pulls you towards the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees in front of you. He makes swift work of removing your clothes. Before his lips descend down on you. You moan loudly your hand moving to entangle yourself into his hair.

Aegon mumbles something against your clit that you can’t hear, before teasing you with the tip of his tongue and then pressing it flat against you and rubbing it in slow circles. Meanwhile, his fingers moved to find that soft, aching spot inside of you and he purposefully pressed against it in slow, firm thrusts that made you tremble.

“Aegon, please” you moan, partly as encouragement for him to continue and partly because you want him so badly. You’re so close. Your entire body is tense and trembling; all you can think about is how badly you need to come, how much you are aching for your release. You’re so close.

“Aegon, please,” you plea again, truly desperate now. “Please my king. Please.”

You’re not sure if it’s what you said, the desperation in your voice, or if it’s just pure coincidence, but in that moment. Aegon shifts his rhythm, bringing you closer toward your peak and over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard. You have never felt anything like this before. You feel satisfied but also feel the ache growing stronger than ever before. He looks up at you a smile displayed on his beautiful, handsome face. He crawls up to you, pressing a deep kiss into your lips. He continues kissing you as he slides a hand down to your core again. Firm fingers pressing against you. “There you go, feels good doesn’t it?” He murmurs into your temple pressing a kiss against it, “I wanna see your expression this time. You can come for me again. Can’t you my sweet girl?”

He speaks as if it’s a question but from the way he’s pressing his finger into you. You know, you have no choice in the matter.

“Oh, dear, Lords,” you gasp loudly.

You’re doing so well for me,” he kisses you again. He lowers his voice to a sensual whisper, leaning in closer to your ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re trembling and coming all over me like the sweet girl you are.” It’s the combination of his words, his voice and his perfect hands that bring you over the edge.

“Yes, that’s it,” Aegon mutters encouraging, as he watches you. “You are so beautiful when you come undone like that.” He kisses you slowly. It’s only then you realise that he's still fully clothed while you lay naked underneath him.

You don't have time to complain. All of a sudden, he grabs hold of your body, manhandling you around so you now lay on your stomach. He pushes your head into the bed harder as he scoops a hand underneath your hips, lifting your bare ass into the air, exposing your drenched pussy to the cold air.

He lands a hard smack on your ass.

"If you hadn't been so stubborn, this could have happened much earlier" Aegon spoke in a hushed voice, hands trailing down your waist. You said nothing. Entirely too breathless to defend yourself. Aegon placed himself at your entrance and allowed you no time to adjust to the massive length of his before he slammed into you. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You gasped as he picked up his pace, fucking you with wild and reckless abandon.

"Come on, my sweet," he taunted, "tell me how much you hate me now."

Aegon slammed into you so deep it really felt like he might kill you after all. You felt yourself pulse around his cock, your pussy trying to somehow pull him in deeper.

"So. Fucking. Tight," he said through gritted teeth. His hands gripping your hips with such force you knew they would bruise. Part of you beamed internally at the idea of being marked up by your bonded. Heat exploded inside of you. Your eyes were momentarily blinded as you felt yourself reach your climax.

"Please, fill me, Aegon," you begged, head still shoved into the bed. Aegon groaned at your words, holding your hips tightly as he pulled you back up against him to fuck him. He picked up his speed, thrusts becoming messy and sloppy as he chased his own peak.

He thrusted in roughly a few more times before he finally stilled, pushing inside of you as far as he could. He stayed inside of you for a few moments more before slowly pulling out, watching his cum spill out of your abused cunt. The loss of him being inside of you, causes you to whimper, feeling empty.

"That was truly a spectacular show," Visenya's voice sounded. Turning to your right, you beheld the sight of both the sisters standing there, a hint of amusement evident in their expressions. "I certainly hope you're not too tired for another round," Rhaenys quipped. The two women sauntered closer toward the bed where the two of you were situated. Crawling over the duvet toward you.

"Not that it truly matters if you are," Visenya smirked. Planting her mouth at your shoulder blade, she started sucking. Rhaenys copying her movement on your other one. You hummed in delight, completely unaware of the massacre that was befalling your people outside the tent, as your bonded made sure to keep your undivided attention on them.

They couldn't afford the possibility of your focus being split between them and the well-being of your people, especially when you were destined to belong to them. And with the bond now finally complete, you would never be able to leave. The strategy of isolating you without their presence played out flawlessly, leveraging the bond into compelling you to yield.

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gulnarsultan · 5 months

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hi I hope you are fine can you please write yandere aegon the conqueror x stark! reader Where she forced the reader to marry him, and she was doing her best to be nice to him and help him, but he did not love her and he always ignore her , and when he finally realized that he loved her, she began to hate him and ignore him, just as he treated her before.

Hello. I hope you like it. If you want a happier ending, feel free to write.

" Scenario "

You were Torrhen Stark's only daughter. That's why you were the apple of House Stark's eye. You had a happier life than the day the three Targaryens conquered the land. All Kingdoms except Dorne had submitted to the Targaryens. Aegon chose you as his third wife when he was crowned. Your wedding was beautiful and lavish. However, your married life and your husband were not good at all. You were trying to be the best wife you could for Aegon. You were hoping to have a relationship based on friendship, even if there wasn't love between you. Despite months of trying, you had never been able to create a significant relationship between you and Aegon. You don't remember what exhausted your patience. Scolding you for his sister Rhaenys? His contempt? Falling in love with him right before your eyes? Or Aegon beating you because of a lie Rhaenys told? After Aegon beat you, you ran to your room, battered and in tears. You stopped when you saw the balcony in the hallway. You were trying to run and jump from the balcony, but Visenya caught you. That night you found solace in Visenya's arms. You've decided to make big changes in your life. You were only speaking formally to Aegon. You didn't approach Aegon unless necessary. You were acting as if Aegon didn't exist anymore. You spent most of your time with Visenya or alone. Aegon immediately understood the change. Thanks to Aegon's urging, Rhaenys told you all the evil she had committed against you. She came to you and apologized because of Aegon. Aenda had sincerely apologized to you and asked for a second chance. However, the spiteful and disgusted looks he encountered told him all the poisonous words you didn't say. Aegon was trying hard to win you over again. He confronted you when he found out about your moon tea order. You told him to get his beloved wife pregnant. You said you would only carry the children of a man she would love after she got out of this damn marriage. Aegon couldn't remember ever being hit so hard in his life. At Visenya's request, you agreed to become pregnant with Aegon's baby. After all, the King needed heirs. Before Rhaenys, you gave birth to three Princes and a Princess. You had more children over the years. You had a total of nine children. You were a good mother to your children and a good Queen to the Kingdom. The Targaryen line continues through your blood. Aegon the Conqueror's efforts to regain your love have been the subject of stories and poems. For centuries, bards have sung about the ice queen before whom Targaryen the Conqueror knelt.

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sunnytarg · 1 year

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How would Yandere!Aegon I, Aemond, Daemon and Margor react to a Stark!Reader who refused to marry them on religious grounds? (As in she doesn’t want to marry and have children with someone that doesn’t worship the Old Gods)

I’m still having a hard time writing Daemon and I have no idea if anyone can tell through my writing. Anyways, enjoy!

TW: Somnophilia, dubcon, kidnapping(?), and stalking.

Aegon I (The Conqueror)

Aegon was a persistent man. When he wanted something he would eventually get it even if it took him a while.

None were surprised when after the Lord of Winterfell finally bent the knee to him, Aegon soon set his eyes on conquering another part of the North. The Lord of Winterfell’s sister. Unlike most that had come before her, she was not bending over backward to fulfill his every want nor was she cold and distant. She was dismissive, as though he didn’t have a dragon perched outside the walls of the cold castle. The more she acted as if he was not there, the more attention he paid to her.

He soon learned she was unwed and that every day she would take a stroll out to a tree that he had been told was where they worshipped the Old Gods. While his sister-wives were entertained by the feasts the northerners put together in their honor, Aegon found himself following Lady Stark out into the forest. He tried his best not to be seen. He watched as she knelt in front of the tree’s face for several minutes before getting up to leave. He didn’t follow her back that night. He only stayed for a few moments longer and watched the tree. He knew nothing about the Old Gods and why the northerners worshipped them. Truthfully, he didn’t care enough to know. He couldn’t see why it would be so important to him.

The next morning as Visenya and Rhaenys still slumbered, as well as most of the castle, Aegon went to the Lord of Winterfell. With the Lady barely giving him the time of day, he knew he wouldn’t get the answer he wanted so he decided to ask her brother for her hand in marriage. The man agreed quickly, stating that his sister only needed to agree, and once she did they would be wed.

Aegon had not expected an immediate yes but he hadn’t expected the Lady to say no so quickly and with so little thought. She refused to marry him due to her Gods. The Gods he did not worship. She stated that she could not marry nor bare children for a man who did not understand her Gods or the way of her people. Aegon had suggested that a Weirwood tree be brought to King’s Landing for her to which she only laughed, claiming he clearly understood nothing of what it represented. With a forced smile, he nodded and left the Lady to herself.

That night he had asked his dear sister-wife Rhaenys to find a Weirwood tree and place it in King’s Landing. She left without question and when Visenya raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for an answer he gave none.

He went to the Lord of Winterfell again who patted Aegon on the shoulder and pitied him for the rejection. Aegon had only to remind the Lord of the two dragons that stood outside his gates and what had happened to his previous enemies when they went against him. It was a threat and the Lord could see that. It was something Aegon appreciated because he didn’t care to dance around this for much longer.

The next morning, Visenya made sure that their things were packed and atop their dragons. Along with Lady Stark’s belongings. When the Lady herself was brought into the room in which Aegon stood with her brother, the look of boredom that was present on her face every time she saw Aegon was wiped away with a look of worry. Aegon stood back as her brother explained to her that she would not be wed to Aegon, as she wished, but she would be going to King’s Landing with him. When a look of confusion appeared on her beautiful face Aegon smiled and took her hands and told her that she would live with him as his mistress. She would not need to bare him any children and a Weirwood tree had been brought to her new home for her.

It may not have been what he wanted initially but perhaps after years as his mistress and years without a child of her own, Aegon could only hope that the love he showed her would be enough for her to finally agree to wed him but for now, he could settle for this.

Maegor

When it is whispered that the Stark family might join his nephew in rebelling against his claim to the throne, Maegor himself goes to Winterfell to sort things out with the Lord of Winterfell. When he first arrived, though, it was not the Lord that caught his eye but one of his daughters. She was beautiful, Maegor noted, but that was not what drew him to her. There was a fire in her eyes that he had truly ever seen in dragons when she looked at him.

That night, as he was talking to the Lord of Winterfell, he brought up his daughter. He claimed she was a Snow, a bastard, but he had loved her mother very much and had agreed to raise her alongside his sons. Maegor seeing the opportunity had suggested that if the Lord held no objections to Maegor marrying her, he would simply forget about the talks of the Starks rebelling. The Lord quickly agreed, knowing how Maegor handled his enemies and he wasn’t going to disagree with the man whilst his dragon, the same dragon that frightened his father enough to bend the knee, was outside the castle walls. Despite his agreeing to give his daughter's hand to Maegor, he warned the king of how devoted his daughter was to the Old Gods. Maegor simply laughed and said that it could be dealt with.

The next morning, as they were breaking their fast, Lord Stark announced the union that would be had between their House and House Targaryen. When his daughter heard this news she immediately protested but it didn’t matter. Maegor had already decided she was to be his wife so under his command he had his men take her to her rooms and have her locked in there. She was only to be let out that night when they were to be married. Lord Stark said nothing as the guards took away his daughter, who only spat in Maegor’s direction before she was out of view. When everyone at the table was settled again, Maegor smirked and said to no one in particular, “I think I will enjoy this marriage.”

When night fell he stood before the Weirwood tree and awaits his bride. When she was walked down to Maegor by her father, her beautiful dress could not hide the chains Maegor had requested be placed on her. She glared at him the entire ceremony and after she said her vows, she declared that this was a mockery of The Old Gods. Maegor refused to acknowledge her as the ceremony continued and when it ended he brought her to the chambers he was staying in by himself, although, he refused to remove the chains. She would learn that despite his name, he could treat the things he wanted well as he believed he did when he had their wedding ceremony before her precious Weirwood tree.

Daemon

Daemon had asked the sister of Lord Stark to marry him on several occasions. The first time in his youth and the most recently after his first wife had died. He made no secret his love for the Stark woman. Proclaiming she was his to anyone that had ears. She was not his, of course, as she would remind people. She never would be. She could never marry anyone who did not understand and worship the Old Gods. She would not compromise on this it infuriated Daemon because he was no king and his brother had refused to make the match on the grounds that the Lady, herself refused.

So, Daemon watched her. He was lucky enough that she lived in King’s Landing as one of the queen’s lady-in-waiting. When many thought he snuck down to the city and the depravity below them, he only snuck through the hidden passageways in the castle to find Lady Stark in her chambers. She mostly read or slept and when he saw her leave her room he would enter it. Searching for things that smelt like her. Once, he found her nightgowns and decided to take them all. Knowing that until she could have more purchased for herself she would have to sleep naked. It was something he enjoyed watching immensely. He didn’t know if she knew that he was behind the stolen clothes or if he watched her every step but even if she did, he would not stop.

Eventually, though, as most Ladies-in-waiting do, she got married. It was to a man who belonged to a Northern House a house no one could really remember. He did pray to The Old Gods, though, and apparently, that was enough for the woman he had so longed to marry to agree to be another man’s wife. Luckily, because he was not the Lord of his House the Queen could request that they stay in King’s Landing.

Daemon was glad that his love wasn’t going to be taken away from him but he couldn’t help but roll his eyes and glare daggers into the ungrateful man that his Lady now called her husband. At the feast to celebrate such a joyous event, Daemon made sure to sneak out when the newly married couple decided to take their leave for the night. He hide in his usual spot and watched as his Lady undressed for her new husband and laid down on the bed with her legs open for him. Daemon pulled out his own hard cock at the sight of her naked form. Her breasts her soft and he would give anything to taste her cunt. Her new husband didn’t even think to have her on his tongue, he only climbed on the bed and thrust his cock into her.

Daemon watched as her tits bounced with every thrust and pumped his own cock harder when she moaned. Her own husband had finished before she had and rolled off of her and promptly fell asleep. Daemon bit the inside of his cheek to not growl at the thought. How could a man have this beautiful northern lady underneath him and not have her cum with pleasure? He stayed long enough for her to fall asleep and he debated with himself for a few seconds on if he should enter the room.

Her husband had drunk so much wine, Daemon doubted that a wild horse running about their chambers would wake him. His lady had also had a fair amount to drink, especially after her husband had fallen asleep. So after a moment of rationalizing to himself, Daemon snuck into the chambers for the first time that she was also in there as well. He walked over to her side of the bed with his cock still out. He knew simply jerking off to her would no longer simply suffice. So he positioned himself on the bed carefully, so as not to jostle her husband or wake her, and slipped his hard cock into her. Her poor cunt was still wet and after a few slow and deep thrusts, he could tell it was just begging to be pleased.

He leaned down and latched his mouth onto one of her soft tits to muffle his moans as he continued to thrust into her. He brought one hand to her weeping cunt and rubbed at her clit. She clenched around his cock which made him buck harder into her. She moaned in her sleep but did not wake and when Daemon was sure she wouldn’t wake he continued until he felt her clenching again and soaking his cock with her creamy cum. When he felt her release he quickened his own thrusts and finally spilled his seed in her. When he pulled away he stood and looked down at his Lady. Her cunt was a mess of her own cream as well as her husband’s and Daemon’s seed. He snuck out of the chambers the same way he came in and told himself he would find another opportunity to taste her on his tongue.

Nearly nine moons after her wedding she gave birth to a son and when Daemon finally saw him he smiled in triumph. The babe had patchy white hair on the top of his head and large lilac eyes. Despite her marrying another man, Daemon had still managed to make it so they were bonded through blood.

Aemond

When Aemond is sent out to all of the great Houses of Westeros to gain the support of his brother he wasn’t expecting his attention to be grabbed by a widowed Stark. While the Lord would deliberate and talk to his counselors, Aemond would find himself sitting with the Lady and talking. He learned of how her husband was a Stark and how he died of a fever a little less than a year ago. When Aemond offered her his sympathies she only smiled sadly and shook her head saying, “I prayed to The Old Gods, and they saw it right to take him. Who am I to argue with that?”

After their talks, Aemond would find the library in Winterfell and read about The Old Gods. They clearly meant quite a bit to this widow. When he searched out a maester who resided in Winterfell and believed in The Old Gods, he told Aemond that the widow he had his eye on would never marry him nor bare his children because he did not worship The Old Gods. Aemond refused to believe the old man and on his second week in Winterfell, he went to his dear widow and asked for her hand. She smiled sadly at him and declined. Claiming that she had grown to care for Aemond and that despite her love for The Old Gods she would never want him to pretend to believe in something he truly didn’t. She kissed him on the cheek in parting and left.

Aemond didn’t know what to do with himself. He was certain he loved the sad woman despite barely knowing her. He wouldn’t force her to marry him and she was right, as fascinating as The Old Gods seemed, he didn’t believe in them. When he realized that his affection for her couldn’t go on any longer he drowned himself in ale with a rather burly northerner.

The northern man took pity on Aemond and brought him to the only brothel in Winterfell, there Aemond found a woman who looked like his widow from behind. He spent the entire night with her and when he married her the next day he was still slightly drunk because that was the only way he could look at her face and see the woman he truly wanted. By the time he left Winterfell, he did not have the North’s allegiance to the new king nor the widow he had coveted but a new wife who when he bedded her he would moan the name of another.

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alannybunnue · 1 year

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Ok, Imagine: The Targaryens as yanderes

Thank @missglaskin for this, i've been reading too much of their headcannons and i need to get this off my chest, so bear with me

T.W: The Targaryens(yes, considering how problematic and delusional they can be, they are a warning) Kidnapping, Pregnancy and Death by birth (Maybe even miscarriages, remember this is the medieval era x-x) probably mentions of SH/SA (Not gonna go into details about this) and maybe more (BE AWARE, THESE ARE MY 8AM THOUGHTS BEFORE COFFEE)

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So imagine that the reader from the HOTD is not a kidnapped child from a unfortunate family. They are descendants from an kidnapped person (It's not any better, i know-)

1. Aegon I!Reader:

Now, Aegon the Conqueror, conquering all of Westeros until suddenly, he meets a person that he can't understand why at first, but he feels infatuated with this person, even more than with Rhaenys.

You could be a mere commoner or a lady from a small house. Either way, you are taken from your home never to be seen again. Maybe he convinced your family to give you away, maybe he burned them to ashes, we will never know.

And although they were completely against this at first, Visenya and Rhaenys grew to adore you and now they spend time with you a lot, wanting to protect you(mostly Visenya) and gain your affection(especially Rhaenys). Not that it bothers Aegon, he feels great to know that both of his wifes are on board, and you are terrified. The people who kidnapped you and took your life away, want to play "Happy Family" like they don't keep you locked 24/7 while they terrorize all of Westeros.

Maybe Aegon did married you, but i like to think that he didn't considering he has two wifes already. But he did got you pregnant (cuz of plot and stuff).

All the 3 adore your daughter (Yes, it's a girl, again, plot and stuff), she is the apple of their eyes, their little princess, and no one is gonna touch her.

Both Aenys and Maegor see you as their fourth parent, doing anything to gain your praise and affection, especially Aenys since Rhaenys passed when he was 3 years old, which causes you to be more motherly to him(Also because he is a sick baby boy-), consequently making Maegor jealous.

Speaking of Rhaenys' death, that made your and your daughter's incarceration worse, since Aegon's paranoia grew a lot more, wanting nothing but to protect his beloved and his sweet princess, Visenya was no help, she just indulged her brother's tendencies.

And may the Gods bless Dorne, cuz the attacks will be tripled now X-X.

Unfortunately, life sucks and you die due to a disease, leaving your daughter in the hands of insane Targaryens who become even more possessive over her.

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2. Aenys/Maegor!Reader:

After your mother's death, your family turn their eyes to you, now as the only remark of their beloved, since you took most of her characteristics, in appearance and personality.

And don't come thinking that once you reach adulthood that you will be free, Aegon admitted that he was not gonna marry you off anytime soon, he just lost his beloved, he is not gonna lose his daughter too, and the entire family agrees. Although Visenya did offer to marry you to Maegor, your father didn't seen to believe that Maegor was a proper suitor for you(+ The Faith of the Seven was gonna go crazy on them, considering that you are half-siblings-) and Aenys was already married to Alyssa Velaryon at this point.

You enjoyed spending time with Alyssa and your nephews, it was a way to distract you from the rollercoaster that was your life. Because of that and the obsession being a part of their blood at this point, Aenys' kids tended to find confort in you even if you were not too far from eachother in age.

As for Maegor, well, unlike Aenys and his family who only felt platonic feelings, Maegor's feelings grew into a romantic and sexual obsession that at the time he could not fulfill and Visenya was not much of help either, she told him that one day, you two would be married. So imagine his anger when he was forced to marry Ceryse Hightower.

For a couple of years, your life started to finally take course, sure, you were still trapped and with no way of getting out of your family's view, but it was better than when your mother passed, at least you walk around...with at least 4 trusted guards taking care of your every move...

And then Aegon died.

After taking the Iron Throne, Aenys became even more needy of your affection and support due to the huge stress he was dealing thanks to the rebellions against him. You would stay by his side most of the time trying to give him the emotional support he needs. And boy, that infuriated Maegor a lot. Everyone is competition to him at this point, doesn't matter what feelings they have for you.

Maegor's relationship to you was another rollercoaster. As children, you were pretty clingy onto him since he is your older brother and Aenys was always sick or busy. As teens, he became more touchy with you, but had to cross limits after some time and stopped almost completely after marrying Ceryse. However that did not stopped him from making something clear, he wanted you, you would be his, and that frightened you.

Now, isn't suprising that he was married to Alys Harroway. To you, it was, Maegor was always adamant about you and him, so what changed? Maybe he needed to suppress his feelings and saw something in Alys that resembled you? Maybe you would never know, since he was exiled right after everyone discovered, and Aenys didn't even let him say goodbye to you. But the reason was obvious, only the Gods would know what Maegor would do to you if had the chance to see you one last time before going to Pentos.

The last years of Aenys reign was stressful and agonizing, not just because of the rebellions. Because of Aenys' disease that made you stay and take care of him, you tried to stay around his children to find confort on each other. Visenya would also try to confort you as your stepmother, and help you take care of Aenys. But at end, when you thought that he was getting better, Aenys passed away.

And you barely had any time to mourn the loss of you half-brother, cuz after the funeral, Visenya leaves on Vaghar to return with Maegor. You could only watch as your stepmother was crowning your half-brother in your nephew's place and the decapitation of Grand Maester Gawen. Not too long after, Maegor marries you in a Valyrian Ceremony.

And you spend the rest of the night in your shared chambers with Maegor reminding you who you belonged to, with his words haunting your every thought.

Then everything went downhill, you were locked away from the world, Maegor was the only one you saw, sometimes maybe Visenya. No one could get in your chambers except the servants when you needed something, but they wouldn't say much out of fear.

You had no chances of escaping, even when Maegor went into coma, you had to watch over him, take care of him. Since that was your duty as his wife and Queen.

You never met Alys Harroway or Tyanna, you only saw them once: When Maegor executed them both, his way of teaching you what could happen if you disobeyed him.

Since you couldn't leave, you never discovered what Maegor actually did or how many did he killed, but you knew that he was no good king. You only worried for you sister in law and your nephews, that Maegor forbidden you from meeting.

Only when he married Rhaena, is when you had a brief chance to know what happened to the rest of the family, how he killed Aegon and Viserys, how Alyssa had to run away with Jaehaerys and Alyssane, and also 'met' her daughters with Aegon, Aerea and Rhaella. Rhaena did spared you the details of the atrocities that your husband did, you had heard and seen enough.

For years, Maegor tried to have an heir, specially with you, mostly with you, but you never got pregnant, had many miscarriages and you never understood why. Until you did.

That pregnancy was hell, in shorts, but you tried to go through with it. But nothing works out for you and unfortunately, you didn't make it.

When Maegor heard the news that you didn't survive, his only question was about the child, not gonna lie, he was devastated over your death, but he needed to know what killed you...and it was a girl.

You had a daughter, which made easier for Maegor to simply want her dead, after all, he needed a son for a heir. But when he demanded the child to be brought to him, the baby was no where to be found. Since Rhaena had took her away.

Your daughter would live without knowing who her father nor her mother was, but surely, she would have a life better than yours.

And that's all that matters, right?

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A/N: I guess this is it, i don't have the mentality to continue now, so if you want more, let me know...ok bye

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buckystevelove · 24 days

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Blood and Fire

Chapter 1

Pairing: Aegon x Visenya x Rhaenys x Reader

Warning: incest, fluff

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As you prepared for your wedding, the anticipation bubbled within you, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins. Today was the day you would join your beloved Aegon in matrimony, cementing your eternal bond with the man who held your heart. But it wasn't just Aegon you would be marrying—Rhaenys and Visenya would stand beside you, their presence a reminder of the unconventional path your love had taken.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, your reflection adorned in finery fit for a Targaryen bride. The weight of the occasion settled upon your shoulders, the gravity of the moment not lost on you. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with promises of love and unity, but also fraught with uncertainty and scrutiny.

Your mother stood behind you, arranging the intricate strands of your necklace with practiced hands. Her expression reflected a mixture of pride and concern, her maternal instincts tugging at her heartstrings. "I hope the four of you know what you are doing," she murmured, her voice laced with worry. "We are Targaryens, but even this is a little bit too much for us."

You met her gaze in the mirror, seeing the flicker of apprehension in her eyes. The weight of tradition and expectation bore down upon your family, threatening to overshadow the joy of the occasion. When Aegon had revealed his plans to marry all three sisters, your parents had been hesitant, their reservations echoing in the hushed whispers that circulated through the halls of Dragonstone.

They understood the implications of such an unorthodox union—the tongues that would wag, the alliances that would falter, the legacy of House Targaryen called into question. Anger simmered beneath their facade of acceptance, resentment bubbling to the surface as they grappled with the consequences of Aegon's decision.

Your parents had envisioned strategic marriages for you and Rhaenys, alliances forged through political maneuvering and dynastic alliances. But Aegon's declaration shattered those carefully laid plans, leaving them with a sense of loss and uncertainty.

Yet, despite their misgivings, there was a glimmer of understanding in your mother's eyes—a recognition of the depth of your love for Aegon, of the unbreakable bond that tied you to your sisters. In the end, familial loyalty triumphed over convention, and your parents stood by your side as you prepared to embark on this unconventional journey together.

As you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the challenges that lay ahead, you knew that your love for Aegon and your sisters would carry you through the storm, guiding you towards a future filled with hope and possibility. "I know, mother, but I love him, I love them, and I know that they love me. I absolutely know that this is not the future you had planned for me, but I am absolutely certain that the four of us will be happy," you spoke with conviction, your voice unwavering despite the weight of uncertainty lingering in the air.

Your mother regarded you with a mixture of pride and resignation, her lips curling into a reluctant smile. "I know, darling," she replied, her tone softening with understanding. "You are also Aegon's favorite, hell, you are also your sisters' favorite. I know your marriage will be one filled with love and adoration. At least you will be surrounded by love and adoration," she added, her words infused with a hint of teasing.

With a final hug and kiss on the cheek, your mother bid you farewell, her footsteps fading into the distance as she made her way to check on your sisters. Left alone in the quiet of your chamber, you took a moment to reflect on the journey that had led you to this moment, the memories of laughter and tears shared with Aegon and your sisters flooding your mind.

As you finished adjusting your hair and tiara, a sense of calm settled over you, a quiet confidence bolstered by the love that bound you to your family. Just as you were about to leave for the ceremony, the door to your chamber creaked open, and Rhaenys entered, resplendent in her bridal attire.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, her beauty rivaling that of the stars themselves. "Oh, (Y/N), sweet sister, you look absolutely breathtaking," Rhaenys exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration as she approached you.

Returning her smile, you reached out to take her hand, the bond between you unspoken yet palpable. "And you, Rhaenys, you are the picture of elegance and grace," you replied, your voice filled with affection. "Today is a day for celebration, a day for love to shine bright."

Rhaenys squeezed your hand gently, her gaze filled with warmth. "Indeed it is, my dear sister," she murmured, her words a whispered promise of the joy that awaited you both. With one final glance in the mirror, you linked arms with Rhaenys, ready to take your first steps towards a future filled with love, laughter, and the unbreakable bond of marriage.

Your father's presence at the entrance of the meeting hall brought a sense of solemnity to the occasion, his dignified demeanor a testament to the gravity of the moment. As he extended his hands to both you and Rhaenys, his words carried the weight of a father's blessing and protection. "My darling daughters, you look lovely, the three of you," he remarked, his voice tinged with pride. "I hope that Aegon treats you right, I will make sure of it."

With a gentle kiss on each of your foreheads, your father's reassurance provided a sense of comfort amidst the swirling emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. Visenya, ever the stalwart presence, took his right hand, her expression unreadable yet tinged with a hint of determination. You clasped his left hand tightly, drawing strength from the unwavering support of your family, while Rhaenys mirrored your actions on the other side.

As the doors to the hall swung open, revealing Aegon standing at the end of the aisle, a rush of anticipation coursed through your veins. His presence, framed by the soft glow of torchlight, exuded a quiet strength and determination, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on you. Beside him stood a traditional Targaryen priest, a figure of solemn authority presiding over the union that would forever alter the course of your lives.

Aegon's smile, radiant and full of genuine affection, melted away any lingering doubts or fears, leaving only the certainty of your love for one another. In that moment, as he gazed upon you with a mixture of adoration and reverence, you knew that this was where you were meant to be—by his side, bound together by the ties of love and destiny.

His glance flickered briefly to Rhaenys, his smile widening as he beheld the sight of his two beloved sisters, their beauty illuminated by the flickering torchlight. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale, a moment of pure joy and happiness amidst the tumult of the world outside.

As you began the slow procession down the aisle, each step bringing you closer to your shared future with Aegon, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. You could see your four dragons flying in the distance through the windows. Whatever challenges lay ahead, whatever trials you would face, you knew that together, as a family, you would overcome them all. And as you reached the end of the aisle, where Aegon stood waiting to claim you as his bride.

“Hi, sunfire.” He gave you a quick kiss in the cheeck, then gave one to your other two sisters.

The priest began the ceremony, “Īlon derēbagon kesīr naejot presence se union rȳ bisa izula dubys, bounded already ondoso ānogar, aderī naejot sagon elēnar ondoso iā kivio, iā kivio hen jorrāelagon, pazavorve se eternal union (We gather here to presence the union between this four sibling, bounded already by blood, soon to be tide by a promise, a promise of love, loyalty and eternal union.)”He looked directly at Aegon, “Gaomagon ao aegon kivigon naejot mīsagon, naejot cherish, naejot sagon pazavor se naejot jorrāelagon, Visenya, Rhaenys se (Y/N)? (Do you Aegon swear to protect, to cherish, to be loyal and to love, Visenya, Rhaenys and (Y/N)?”

“Gaoman (I do.)” Aegon said solemnly. “Nyke kivio naejot jorrāelagon ao se naejot cherish se hāre hen ao, naejot mīsagon ao se naejot tepagon ao everything ao could mirre lēda syt. Naejot tepagon ao ñuha rudhy, se ñuha future hae emagon nyke given ao ñuha. (I promise to love you and to cherish the three of you, to protect you and to give you everything you could ever with for. To give you my present, and my future as have I given you my past.)” You could not contain your tears of joy.

The priest then looked at you and your sisters. “Do se hāre hen ao mazōregon aegon se each tolie hae valzȳrys se ābrazȳrys. Naejot share iā ābrar hēnkirī hae equals, se naejot jorrāelagon each tolie se daor mērī siblings yn jorrāelagon? (Do the three of you accept Aegon and each other as husband and wife. To share a life together as equals, and to love each other and not only siblings but lovers?)”

The three of you answer at the same time, “Gaoman (I do)”.

“Sīr sir tolī se jaes uēpys hen valeria nyke pronounce ao valzȳrys se wives, kostā vūjigon each tolie. (So now after the old gods of Valeria I pronounce you husband and wives, you may kiss each other.)”

Aegon kissed Visenya first, a short and sweet kiss, then he kissed Rhaenys, he took his time kissing her, it was a deeper and more sensual kiss, lastly he kissed you, it was a kiss filled with love and adoration, filled with promise and devotion. After the kiss he murmured in your hear, “My sweet sister, my sunfire, I will love you for eternity.”

Now you sheared a kiss with Visenya, it was also short as the one she shared with Aegon, but she flashed you a smile. The kiss you shared with Rhaenys was a playful and lovely, you had share many kisses with both Aegon and Rhaenys, behind closed doors, sneaking on the hallways of Dragonstone, during late nights spent together in secret, exploring each others bodies, some times the three of you, some times you and Rhaenys together, but mostly you and Aegon. But this kisses, this kisses between the four of you meant a new beginning. The dragon had four heads now.

#aegon x targaryen!reader #aegon the conqueror x reader #king aegon #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #visenya targaryen x reader #visenya targaryen #queen visenya #rhaenys x reader #rhaenys the conqueror #rhaenys targaryen #reader targaryen #targaryen reader #targaryen #game of thrones #got

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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 10 months

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The Dragon and His Third Wife Masterlist

Summary: Reader is the daughter of Torrhen Stark (The King Who Knelt) and becomes the third wife and Queen to Aegon the Conqueror. Her first visit down south to meet the Targaryen King is one that leaves the young wolf to question everything. She comes to realise only one thing: Starks don’ t cope well down south.

The Pact of Ice and Fire

A Union of Ice and Fire

The Bond of Ice and Fire

The Kin of Ice and Fire

#aegon I #aegon i targaryen #aegon the conqueror #aegon x reader #aegon the conqueror x reader #stark! reader #reader is a stark #theconquerorsofwesteros #visenya targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #preasoiaf #house stark #house targaryen #Torrhen Stark #orys baratheon

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sunnyhvnny · 1 year

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Hi Sunny❤️ Would you mind writing something with Yandere!Aegon I and a Martell reader?

Tw: past noncon, dubcon, kidnapping

His hand covered her mouth to quiet her moans as he rolled his hips against hers. The sounds of their coupling filled the room. The wetness between her thighs making loud squelching noises every time he thrust himself into her.

It was his first time visiting her in her chambers since he had Visenya steal her away from her homeland and marry her the night she arrived back at the Dragonstone. Her eyes were red-rimmed and she had refused to cry as he forced her to wed him. Forced her to fill in the gap that her people had left behind when they had taken his Rhaenys from him.

Truthfully, he would have preferred the prince of Dorne’s eldest daughter but she was too well protected so he settled for his secondborn. She was no less beautiful and having her underneath him calmed the anger in him when he thought of what her people had done to his dear sister-wife.

She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts and he couldn’t hold back the cruel grin that spread across his face. When he first took her after their wedding he had to take her from behind and cage her between his arms as he fucked into her. Her sobs had filled the room and he wished he could bottle the sound and send it to Dorne. He wished he could see the look on the man’s face when he learned that his daughter hadn’t just been stolen away but she was being fucked by the man they called the ‘Conqueror’. Would he be angry that something of his was taken? Or would he be devastated that he was unable to protect her? Was it the same feeling Aegon felt when he thought about how he couldn’t save his younger sister and beloved wife from her demise?

It seemed that the Dornish princess had accepted her fate, though. She no longer cried or fought against him as he held her down and fucked into her without a care. He soaked up the sight of her bouncing tits as he chased after his own pleasure. While her moans spurred him on, the thought of vengeance pushed him closer to the edge. He would fuck her every night until she was heavy with his child. He didn’t need another. He already had two sons, but he wanted his Dornish wife to give him a daughter that she could write to her father about and tell him that his granddaughter was named Rhaenys.

Aegon buried his face into his wife’s neck and snapped his hips harder. Anyone that walked by the chamber doors would be able to hear what was happening inside by the sound of his wife’s loud moans and the bed hitting the wall loudly. Finally, he bit down into her shoulder as he coated her walls with his seed.

He didn’t bother rolling off of her instead, he let himself collapse on top of her sweaty body. Not caring that he was pushing her further into the mattress with his weight. She didn’t seem to mind, though. Her hands snaked up his back and sunk into his silver-blonde hair. A part of him wanted to turn away and refuse the comfort she gave him but he chose instead to lean into her soothing hands.

He wondered how she could be so kind after what he had done to her. He didn’t plan on dwelling on that thought, though because soon he felt himself hardening again. Within minutes he was rutting into her lazily again.

Neither of them said a word as she spread her legs further and he, for the first time, brought his hand down to the bud between her thighs and rubbed it between his fingers. She moaned in pleasure and this time he wanted to see what she looked like when she reached her release.

As he leaned down to capture her lips, once again another first for them, if perhaps he wouldn’t only get back at Dorne through marrying his princess but if he would end up falling in love with her.

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ihavenotideia · 16 days

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I NEED HELP!!! theres was a creator in tumblr that also had an acount on wattpad called “Sunphyre” or something like that, that posted got and hotd fics, and i cant find it anywhere anymore😭😭. from what i can remember it had fics like:

•Robert Baratheon x Targaryen!oc: robert falls in love with rhaeger sister and the rebelion happens after rhaegar captures her. she dies in the end, but was pregnant with roberts baby that has his hair and her violet eyes. the oc name in Rhaenyra.

•Daemon Targaryen x oc: it’s called “Pentosi healer”, daemon falls in love with a healer in the stepstones, and when viserys recuses his annulement to alow him to marry her, he runs away with her and have an amazing life.

and my favorite:

•Aegon the conqueror x stark!oc: he marries stark!oc as his third wife after rhaenys death, they ended up falling in love and having a lot of daughters, and one son that becames king in the end

PLEASE!! of you knew this creater and reconize any of its works let me know, and if you know why did it take away his work, or where i can find it elsewhere, if its posting in other midia let me know!! Thank you!! if you know anything COMMENT!!!

EDIT: if anyone still has that Aegon fic somewhere saved for some reason please send me🙏🙏🙏 it’s just sooo good!!

#daemon targeryen x reader #hotd #asoiaf #daemon targaryen x oc #robert baratheon x reader #aegon the conqueror #aegon the conqueror x reader #aegon the conqueror x oc #robert baratheon #robert baratheon x oc

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kisslyjiu8 · 3 months

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THE LADY OF THE SUN

(Conquerors x Fem! Martell OC)

Princess Ellaria Martell, the Princess of Dorne and Lady of Sunspear, ascended the throne of Dorne at the age of sixteen, she was the youngest daughter of Prince Mors Martell, but she was his only surviving child, Ellaria had 5 older brothers and 4 older sisters, four of her brothers had died in a war between Dorne and Reach, then a disease struck Dorne, especially the capital, Sunspear, killing her sisters and her only surviving brother, leaving her as the heir to the throne. Now she is 22 and her world will change completely when a messenger arrives with a letter from the last dragonlords in the world, a warning of war.

#game of thrones #house of the dragon #house targaryen #visenya the conqueror #aegon the conqueror #rhaenys the conqueror #visenya targaryen x reader #rhaenys targaryen x reader #Aegon the conqueror x reader #asoiaf #aegon targaryen x reader

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writingsofwesteros · 4 months

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Request:

Dark Aegon the conqueror takes the daughter of a king who refused to bow to him as his wife after he defeats her father and makes her remaining family watch as he consulates their marriage on her father’s thrown.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

The dark chuckles of the conqueror echoed in her ears as his larger, hungry hands groped at her sweet, soft body. The dress that had clung to her curves that drew Aegon’s eyes to her in the first place was now in a puddle at their feet; ripped apart by the dragon King. “I think they enjoy witnessing this.” He cruelly began to whisper in her ear.

“They can see how much you enjoy this.” Aegon continued as his arm snaked her body. His fat, throbbing cock stuffed inside her weeping pussy. The King had not moved since he had bottomed inside her; teasing her as she whined. Her toes curling as soft gasps echoed around the throne room each time his fat cock twitched inside her.

“No..no, I’m not…” She hated the breathless tone of her words as her head fell back. His chuckling is only louder now. Aegon leaned in and began to mouth at her soft neck, marking her pretty, sweet skin for all to see. The pain and pleasure mixed deliciously inside her as the King began to rock his hips. “Hmm, so wet for me.”

It was something she could not deny as the wet, obscene noises echoed around the room full of her Lords and Ladies. The ones that had watched her grow, she thought to herself before his softer than she thought lips captured her own. His larger hand reached for her soft face and kept her impossibly close against him.

His fat tongue pushes in; dominating her own sweet one without any care or fight. All the while his thrusts continue and only push deeper. His hand snaked around her stomach that bulged as his cock only moved quicker. The wet, obscene noises echo once more as Aegon still darkly chuckles into her ear and watches her bright blush move over her sweet, soft body.

Aegon could only smirk as those bright eyes of his found the section where her family were standing. “It seems your brother is enjoying this a little too much.” The king whispered as she so prettily gasped out. Her eyes fell onto her older brother and whined at the sight of the dark desire moving over his eyes. A small smirk tugged on his lips as she moved to find comfort in Aegon’s touch.

“It seems you are more desired than you thought.” Aegon purred; smirk tugging on his lips before he leaned in and burrowed into her neck. The marks he had prettily planted on her sweet tasting skin only had his cock throbbing inside her warmth some more. Gods, how he had lasted this long, he will never know.

Her delicate, ringed hans reached for the throne to steady herself as he bounced her body up and down his thick length that was covered with her own wetness. Her stomach was only tightening in anticipation as the sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoed in the audience’s ears. She fought against staring at her family before Aegon realised her intent.

“Oh, my love…do you not like them watching?” He hummed as he gently took her neck in his hold. Aegon’s dark chuckles sounded out as her creamy, sweet pussy clamped down on his cock at the action. Oh, that would be something to explore later, he thought to himself as he guided her gaze towards her family.

“I may have to bring them with us..” Aegon cruelly threatened as his larger hand slowly moved to her bouncing breasts. He ripped the thin material of a dress that was now below her station and soon those sweet, ample breasts of hers were now free for him to torture. The cold air brushed over her and he watched in delight as her pink nipples pebbled.

His mind flashed with how her body would change once he had claimed her completely; starting with those delicious breasts. Aegon grunted as his own desires got the best of him. Those larger hands of his moved to her hips as he helped the pretty Princess move against him, taking his throbbing cock deeper once more.

Aegon leaned in and passionately captured her lips; the sweet girl could only gasp as his tongue forced against her own again. Her body began to shake like a woman possessed whilst she reached for his hair. She tugged without care as the pleasure drove her to the edge whilst the King could only enjoy the ride immensely.

His fingers soon replaced his thick, hot tongue as he began to thrust them at the same speed. Her drool soaked him as her climax ripped through her sweet, shaking body without warning. “Fuck…that’s it..” Aegon groaned; head falling back as he forced her to still bounce on his fat cock. Her orgasm squirting from her with each thrust.

The bruises that would litter her soft skin in the morning only brought more arousal to Aegon as he brought her against his chest. She could not escape even as her body fought to hide from the intense pleasure continuing its assault. Her toes curled as his fat, mushroom head pushed against her soft, spongy spot with ease.

Her sweet, creamy pussy milked him with ease as Aegon palmed at her breasts without any care. For a moment, those bright eyes of his found his pretty wife’s brother and the smirk on his lips only widened. Oh, he was going to have so much fun. His slender fingers slowly moved down her body now and began to rub at her too sensitive clit.

Aegon was running out of patience now. The dance had been going for too long and now he just wanted to claim her. His larger hand came down on her arse as she cried out; tears welling up in those big, doe eyes of hers that had pulled him under a spell. Now, he would never allow her to leave his side. Aegon knew by the time he was finished with her - she would not want to either.

“No..please…not , not inside…” She stuttered out, much to his amusement as his cock throbbed. Aegon only hummed and forced his pretty bride to look at him. Her face was screwed up in pleasure as she whined and thrashed. Her movements only brought his own release now as he pushed deep and stayed there.

It was at that moment the fight began to leave her. Her body seemingly hummed and began to milk his still leaking cock as his cum flooded her with ease. Aegon had saved himself, forbidding his sister wives from his bed so he could fill his new bride. His cum slowly began to leak down his length as her soft eyes rolled back.

His hands moved to gently grope her breasts now as she cockwarmed him. Still, he needed to ruin her more - in her own eyes and the ones before him. Her mind had softened with ease as she lolled against his chest. But only a moment later did they flash open as a sharp gasp of hers echoed around the throne room.

She began to wiggle but Aegon’s grasp as ever was strong. The soft licking of her clit had her whimpering before she looked down. The familiar eyes of her brother locked on as she cried and shook her head; those delicate hands of hers moved to his head to force him away but Aegon only gently captured them and placed them behind her back; trapping her with ease.

Aegon only hummed as she thrashed some more but it only had her body rocking against her brother’s face. “It seems you are just a little whore after all.” The King purred and watched as she shook her head before her second climax ripped through her once more. “Did I tell you to stop?” He ordered the boy on his knees as his hand reached for the back of his good brother’s head and pushed him closer.

After that, he did not need any guidance as his hunger controlled him. Aegon’s fat cock began to harden at the mere sight of his bride losing herself once more. She whined and clamped down on him again as she wiggled. Aegon only smirked and leaned in; his spit falling into her mouth as she cried out. Her image was destroyed as was her spirit.

#aegon the conqueror x reader #hotd smut #hotd fanfic #requests

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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hi! Is Yandere Aegon a love letter to Targaryen the Conqueror? The reader fled to the northern lord's daughter and her family. I wrote a letter about this for the Conqueror.

Thank you ♡♡♡Good luck love♡

My beloved,

With each day you spend away from me, my desire for you becomes more intense, a flame that burns without ceasing, an obsession that consumes my soul. You fled to the icy realms of the North, under the protection of the Starks, but know that nothing can quench the fire that burns in my heart for you.

The icy north winds may blow, the walls of ice may rise, but nothing will stop me from achieving what is rightfully mine. My love for you is like a dragon's fire, relentless and unquenchable, capable of melting even the hardest ice. And you should remember that I am a dragon.

The Starks may try to protect you, but they don't understand the depth of our connection. We are meant to be together, and I will do whatever it takes to bring you back into my arms, even if it means defying the Old Gods of the Forest.

No matter how far you run, no matter how hard you try to hide, I will always be watching you, waiting for you. My determination is unshakable, my love is relentless. There is no force in the North that can stop me from having you again.

No matter what happens, I will find you, and together we will face the coldest winters and the fiercest storms, until you finally accept the love I so want to give you.

With fire and determination,

Aegon Targaryen.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 4 months

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Hello M! I saw you were open to writing for characters for GOT/HoTD, so I was wondering if I could send in a request for Aegon the Conqueror x fem! reader (non-Targaryen - maybe Nymeria's sister?) with the prompt 'Gift giving'? As for smut level, if possible lemon please, if not default or lime are perfectly fine too! Thank you and have a great rest of your day :)

Hello! Nymeria actually lived and died long before Aegon’s birth, and the princess ruling Dorne during Aegon’s time was already eighty or so, so I will write this fic with the reader being princess Meria’s great-niece instead. I hope you like it.

Pairing: Aegon the Conqueror x Fem. Reader (House Martell/Great-niece of princess Meria | Second person POV)

Themes: Soft | Smut

Warnings: Size kink | Kissing | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Wordcount: 1.3K words

Summary: The day after his return to Dragonstone, Aegon receives his first gift on the day of gift giving

Rating: 🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

A/n: In this version, Visenya and Rhaenys are merely Aegon’s sisters, and not his wives. I also write the seasons running for three months each, instead years and years.

Divider by @estrelinha-s

The Dornish custom of gift giving during the winter solstice was not unheard of in the other kingdoms, but they, besides the Northmen, were the only people to practice such a custom. Once King Aegon took a Dornish princess to wife and adopted many of their ways, his own kin started to exchange gifts as well.

The dreary holdfast that was Dragonstone was awash with black and crimson banners bearing the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen, and black and crimson bunting besides. Sprigs of evergreen clung to columns and windowsills, adding to the color that cut the chilling white of snow.

When Aegon opened his eyes, it was to the sound of a bell chiming. It was still dark out; the sun was obscured by thick clouds bearing more snow. Aegon hoped it was morning and that he had not slept through an entire day. His journey to Volantis was a triumph. It was also long and tiresome. Now he was home, and he did not have to think of leaving again for quite a while.

“Good morrow, my love.” Relief surged through him when he heard your greeting. It was indeed morning, and he had not, as he had feared, slept for a full day. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like the dead, sweetling.” Aegon threw back his pelts and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. The room was still warm; someone had added fresh logs to the fire. He suspected it may have been you, and he was grateful for it. “Is everything ready for tonight’s feast?”

“It is.” The featherbed was comfortable, and the pelts were soft against your skin. Still, you opened your eyes and sat up in bed. The appointed hour for the giving of gifts was still a long way away, but you wanted to give Aegon his before breaking fast. “And I have something for you.”

“You need not trouble yourself, my lady,” Aegon replied. He watched while you slipped out of bed and slid into a thick robe. He felt a stirring in his blood, a yearning. He decided the first meal of the day would have to give way to more pleasurable diversions. “I have a great many treasures already, you most of all.”

“True, my lord,” you agreed, and then blushed after hearing his praise. Aegon was now king. The immense wealth of gold and jewels of House Targaryen was his to use as he saw fit. Nevertheless, today was the day of giving gifts, and you padded across the room and opened the doors to your wardrobe. There, safely concealed between gowns of velvet and silk, was a heavy object wrapped in leather. The king sat up in bed, his eyes full of ravenous curiosity. “But I thought of giving you this all the same.”

“What have you there?” He inquired. His fingers twitched in anticipation. For nigh on half a year, the two of you shared the same chambers as husband and wife. You dined together and shared the triumphs and trials of ruling a great kingdom together. This, however, was his first true festival with you, and he did not know what to expect.

“I carved this myself,” you confessed, and you placed the parcel on the bed. Worry consumed you the entire time. Aegon had received many a fine gift in his life, and you prayed your own would pass muster. “It took quite a while, and I had to make sure you never came upon me making it.”

“Oho! You made it yourself, is it? Now I have to see it.”

Despite the many cares and expectations that came with wearing a crown, Aegon still possessed the enthusiasm of one free of such. He loosened the thin ribbon and drew away the leather.

“It is you and Balerion,” you explain, and run your finger along an unfurled wing. They were the hardest to carve. One night, you despaired that you would not get them right. “That was how I remembered seeing you for the first time. When you arrived at Sunspear, to ask my great-aunt Meria for my hand.”

Aegon lifted the piece of carved wood and studied it intensely. He admired the embellishments along Balerion’s body: the scales all over his underbelly, the horns on his head, and the sharp spines going down his tail. Then there was Aegon himself, perched on Balerion’s saddle, his crown atop his head. The king was deeply moved. All the wealth he possessed did not compare with this.

“I will treasure this always.” Aegon placed the carving on the chest of drawers next to his side of the bed. He decided to have the carving placed in his council room, on the mantle beside the painted table. “And I have a gift for you as well, my lady. For now, come here.”

He did not give you time to frame a reply and pulled you back into bed. Thoughts of gifts and feasts and celebrating were all but forgotten after his kiss. He was exceedingly gentle as always, stroking your arms, your thighs, his mouth hot and sinful while it plundered yours. Your hands found their way into his hair. He trembled and kissed you harder, moaning into your mouth when those same hands moved lower and clutched desperately at his back.

“Temptress,” he growled when nails dug into his flesh. Aegon slipped his hand over your belly, and loosened the sash of your robe. The rush of warm air made goosebumps prickle all over your skin. He trembled again, this time when you slipped out of it and wrapped your legs around his thighs. Your husband was big, and wonderfully so. You felt it even more when he slid that rigid part of him inside of you.

It hurt a little, even though you were more than ready. And it felt glorious at the same time. Every time he drew his erection out and then pushed it back in, flames sparked to life and surged through your veins.

“It is wonderful to be home again,” Aegon whispered in your ear. And it was not just him who thought so. You felt the same, and you reciprocated his sentiment by kissing him with fire and passion. Aegon nearly faltered, his hips and back now burning with effort. The room felt hotter, and the air was thick and sweet. His cock twitched within the warmth of your body when he felt a coiling deep in his belly. Faster he went, driving you deeper against the featherbed as he chased his release. It was too much. The pleasure was too much. The sensations that came whenever he pushed himself in were too much. Bliss—pure and otherworldly—rose and dragged you into a dark tunnel you did not seek to escape from. You could not think. All you could do was feel: the trails of fire that lashed at you and left you weak, and your very body slowly dissolving into a kind of pleasure that had no name. Then you heard it—your name spilling from your husband’s lips, and the deep, guttural cry that followed. Aegon thrust one last time before he stopped, and went still.

Later, after he forced himself to move away from you, he admired his gift once more and then inquired after his sisters.

“Rhaenys has built a small mountain of gifts, her ladies tell me.” Aegon hooted when you told him. “Most of it will be given away to our guests during the feast. Visenya has only prepared tokens for us, for Rhaenys, and for no one else.”

“At least she has crafted a token for you, which is a miracle in itself.” Visenya, having expected Aegon to wed her according to the traditions of their House, was wroth when he chose a Dornish bride for himself. She had been cold and aloof for most of your marriage to her brother, but during the the last turn of the moon, there was a softening in her stance, an attempt to meet you in middle ground. It gave you hope for a much stronger bond with her in the future. “Send for the servants, sweetling. I think it is only proper for you and I to share a bath.”

#whimsy's christmas fics #aegon the conqueror #aegon the conqueror x reader #aegon the conqueror smut #house targaryen #reader insert fic #reader insert request #a world of ice and fire #twelve days of ficsmas

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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King Aegon (the conqueror) embraced you possessively. You knew that even if you were not at all pleased with his attitude, you should not be silent. You responded by kissing your husband. You smiled as Aegon's hand rubbed your swollen stomach. You and Aegon were on your way to the garden when you heard the laughter of your other children. Aenys was on the sidelines reading, and Maegor and Gaemon were practicing swordsmanship. Your daughters Aelora, Shaena, Daella were watching their brother's sword practice. Your daughters were running towards you when they saw you. You kissed their foreheads and stroked their hair. Towards evening, your labor pains began. Queen Visenya was standing next to you helping you conceive your new baby. You breathed a sigh of relief when you finally heard your baby's voice. When your husband entered the room, his older sister had placed the newborn baby in her arms. Queen Visenya was with you to assist with the birth of your new baby. You breathed a sigh of relief when you finally heard your baby's voice. When your husband entered the room, his older sister was holding the newborn baby in her arms. Queen Visenya said the baby was a healthy girl. A minute later, your other children have arrived to meet their new siblings. Your husband named your newborn daughter Gael. It was exhausting dealing with two possessive dragons surrounding you, but it was well worth it for your kids.

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Hello dear >< what do you think of Yandere's reaction to Aegon I, Maegor, Aemond and Daemon being in love with a reader sister but she rejects them because she is in love with a lowborn man? (like a blacksmith or a soldier or a stable boy) and they catch her trying to run away from her with her lover to the free lands? <333 (Drama mode ON)

I’m gonna start referring to these 4 as the toxic four. It’s like the fantastic four, but really horny and toxic. [ Also, this took me forever to write. So hopefully you enjoy]

Tw: stalking, murder, non-con

Aegon I (The Conqueror)

His sister didn’t think twice about announcing her plans to marry and run off with some stable boy that none of her siblings have ever met. She thought that they would be happy for her. After all, ever since she had been able to read, all she could talk about was the Free Cities and getting away from Westeros. Now she had a man who adored her and promised to take her to see the places she had only dreamed of.

The only thing was: her siblings weren’t happy. Specifically her brother, Aegon. He was silent for a little while after her announcement and then after Rhaenys nudged him in the side (not so slyly), he gritted through his teeth a congratulation. He didn’t mention to his darling sister that he was planning on marrying her himself, making her his third wife. He held his tongue and didn’t comment on how a stable boy could never afford to bring her to the Free Cities. Instead, he only kissed his sister on the head and left the room. He had to think of something quickly before that stable boy took her from him forever.

The idea came to him during the evening meal. When she went to her chambers for the night he would lock her doors so she couldn’t leave and sneak away to see her stable boy. The next morning when she mentioned it, he only shrugged and pretended to have no idea why it was locked.

“Perhaps the guards locked the doors because they were afraid an intruder was within the walls,” he said with a shrug. She didn’t look like she believed him but she didn’t call him on his lie either. As the days went by he continued to lock her doors at night and eventually resorted to doing it during the day when she was in her chambers and not with him or her sisters. She had stopped questioning it and Aegon soon learned why. She was receiving letters from this man she claimed to love. He watched to see how they were delivered to his dear sister and when he saw that one of the guards was the middleman, he promptly brought him outside and let Balerion set him aflame. After that, he received the letters intended for his sister. He read every one of them and, after he was done, threw them into the fire.

He knew his sister’s heart would break thinking that the man she loved had forgotten about her but Aegon needed to do this. Luckily, his sister didn’t catch on to the fact that he was the one getting rid of the letters so when she asked him to give her letters to the stable boy, he agreed with a smile. When she was out of his sight, though, he promptly ripped the letters to shreds.

He figured it had been long enough and it was time for him to meet this other man. He was disappointed when he finally came across him. He was nothing special and he backed away in fear of his King. His sister deserved better than this wastrel. He made the conversation brief. Informing the stable boy that his sister had come to her senses and realized that she could never marry someone like him. She was to marry her brother and King and he should move on and forget about her. The stable boy only nodded meekly and Aegon had to hide the smile on his face until he turned to walk away.

Aegon kept an eye on the stable boy as days and nights passed. He watched as he married another woman, someone plain and lowborn like he was. When he informed his sister of this she wept uncontrollably and refused to believe it. He held her as she cried and offered to take her to his home to show her his new wife. His sister shook her head and refused. Aegon stroked her hair as she cried and remained with her until she fell asleep. When he finally left, he didn’t lock the doors to her chambers.

As she slept, he made the arrangements for them to wed the next day. He couldn’t put it off any longer in case she found someone else.

Maegor

Maegor is an observant man. He notices before anyone else that his sister has taken a liking to a blacksmith in the city. While it was suggested by almost everyone that he spend time with his wife, Ceryse, and try and put a child in her, he was instead watching his sister sneak away from the Red Keep. He would follow her through the hidden passageways and down to the city.

Watching her wasn’t new to him. He had been doing it for years. It only worsened after The Faith told his mother that he couldn’t take his sister as a wife. His mother had finally budged and he was married to a Hightower rather than who he belonged with. He watched as several men of noble birth tried to gain her attention. Before he could even scare them off she had already turned them down. He thought perhaps she harbored feelings for him and was bidding her time until he could get rid of Ceryse. He soon realized that wasn’t the case as he stood in the shadows and watched his sister with a blacksmith.

When he returned to the castle he didn’t tell anyone of his discovery and despite the building feeling of wanting to go into her chambers and claim her before that filthy blacksmith laid a hand on her, he bided his time and listened and watched. He acted normal when his dear sister was around and even went to his wife’s chambers at night. Still, as soon as he heard her making plans with her blacksmith to sneak away to the Free Cities when the moon was at its fullest and everyone important in the castle would be asleep, he began making plans.

He had to wait it out until he could set his plan in motion. He acted like he had no idea of his sister’s plan to run away. On the night that the moon was at its fullest, he went to the Sept. not to pray, of course, his mother taught him better than to believe in the Seven. He watched the moon through the window and waited. It wasn’t long until a few guards that were loyal to him came in carrying his sister who was shouting at them and the blacksmith who was being drugged along. Maegor smiled when he saw his bruises and bloodied face.

When his sister saw him she ran to him and begged him to command the guards to let her love go. Maegor only grabbed her arm and told her to look around. She did with a confused look. Finally realizing they were in a Sept and in front of them stood a Septon who looked terrified. She finally looked back up at her brother who told her that he knew about her plan and that he was tired of the handwringing of the Faith and their father, he would take a second wife, as was his right as a Targaryen. This time, though, it would be one of his choosing. When his sister started to protest he grabbed her chin and pointed it towards her blacksmith and told her that she either goes through with this and he would set the man free, or he would kill the man right now and fuck her in his blood so that she was dishonored, making it so she had no choice but to marry him.

With tears streaming down her face, she sniffled and told her brother that she would marry him. He smiled at her and gestured for the Septon to start. Once he had the woman he longed for as his bride he threw her over his shoulder and began to make his way to the castle. While he consummated his new marriage, his guards would know what to do. He knew that he couldn’t let that blacksmith go. His new wife would only try and find him again so as he spilled his seed in his sister's cunt, down in the sept his guards took the blacksmith outside and cut his throat.

Aemond

Aemond wasn’t surprised when he noticed his sister begin to blush over a knight from Dorne. When they were younger she had always read about knights who fell in love with princesses. Knights who married them, and despite all of the obstacles they faced they always had a happy ending. She had been watching her Dornish knight for a while now, long enough for Aemond to realize that something was going on between the two of them.

Without realizing it, Aemond had begun to secretly follow the knight. Watching what he did throughout his days and nights, hoping to find something that he could tell his dear sister about. Aemond was going to marry her. He knew this in his bones but his sister had yet to come to understand that they were fated to be together.

At their evening meal, Aemond didn’t say anything as she talked excitedly about the next tourney that was to be held for Prince Maelor’s first name day. She talked endlessly about how the knight from Dorne would surely be the champion, as he clearly was more skilled than all of the others. Their mother only smiled politely at her daughter's gushing. She knew that her daughter had feelings for the knight, it was why she had gone to Aemond the other night and asked him to let his betrothal to his sister go so she may be happy with this other man. Aemond had only told his mother that he wouldn’t and that his sister would find happiness with him.

After they finished and everyone went to their separate chambers, Aemond grabbed his dark cloak and slipped out, and found the knight that had caught his sister’s eye. He eventually found him in the gardens whispering behind some hedges. He couldn’t see who the man was talking to but he heard plans on running away before the next tourney. Of escaping to the free cities and making the woman he talked to his bride. He smiled as he listened, finally, he had something he could tell his sister that stops her childish fascination with the knight.

It was t until the knight walked away finally that he saw the woman finally emerge from the hedges. His blood began to boil when he saw that it was not some random woman, but his sister. The woman he loved and planned to marry was making plans of running away with that lowborn Dornish bastard.

He followed his sister quietly as she made her way back to her chambers. His mind was spinning as he thought of what to do. He couldn’t allow her to run off with some other man. He knew if he told her about their betrothal it would only make her move her plans up so that she would be gone before he could call her his wife. Perhaps that was why when she slipped back into her chambers, he followed her. With a surprised gasp from her, he lowered the hood of his cloak and looked at his sister. She laughed and asked him what he was doing but he couldn’t seem to make himself talk. He finally knew what he had to do to make sure the woman he loved didn’t leave.

He stalked over to her silently and proceeded to grab her. He didn’t listen as her questions turned to protests or when she started to squirm and fight in his arms as he hauled her to her bed and climbed on top of her. This was not how he planned for this to go. He had thought they would be married when he finally took her to bed and when he finally slipped his cock inside of her she would moan and gasp and beg for more, not cry and try to feebly push him off of her, but he had to do this tonight. He knew that by taking her maidenhood tonight and informing his mother of what he did tomorrow morning that she would be his wife within the week and she wouldn’t be able to leave him.

When the tourney to celebrate Prince Maelor’s name day came around he sat beside his new wife as they watched the knights come out. His wife tensed when she saw the Dornish knight appear. Aemond only smiled, knowing that they hadn’t seen each other since that knight he took his sister’s maidenhood. When the knight looked up at the box they were sitting in, Aemond reached over and grabbed his sister's hand. The knight could look at his wife all he wanted but Aemond would have filled her with his seed before they arrived at the tourney and who would bring her back to their chambers afterward instead of going to the feast, and fuck her like he had been doing nonstop for the past several days.

Daemon

Daemon notices his sister falling for one of his gold cloaks before anyone else does. He saw the man watch his sister before but thought nothing of it. After all, his sister is one of the most beautiful women in the realm.

Daemon hadn’t tried to stop anything between his sister and one of his men. While he loved his sister and planned to marry her one day, that day wasn’t today. He thought he’d let her have her little infatuation before he took her for himself. He hadn’t expected Viserys to agree to let her marry the man. He knew things about this man that neither his brother nor his sister knew. He had spent time with him in brothels as he fucked his way through whores and laughed with his men as they all found pretty commoners to wet their cocks. It was fine to Daemon when that man was just a gold cloak, working for him, but now he was married to his sister and it made him burn with fury.

He couldn’t kill the man right away. He had no problem with his inevitable death looking suspicious, but his sister would never come to him willingly if she believed him to be her husband's murderer. So instead, he watched the two. At meals, he would make his sister’s husband squirm as he brought up old stories and at night he would sneak through the passageways and watch, hidden away, as his beautiful sister moaned under her husband.

It was on a night that he had hidden away to watch as his sister got fucked that he overheard their plans. Her husband wanted to leave. He wanted to take his sister away from King’s Landing and sail to the Free Cities. It took all of Daemon’s willpower to not barge into their chambers at that moment and strangle him. His sister wasn’t going to leave him, especially not for her lowborn bastard of a husband.

After they finished talking, Daemon watched as the other man undressed and pushed his sister down to her knees. He closed his eyes and imagined it was her gagging on his cock as he fucked her throat. He didn’t touch himself, though. He had a plan that needed to be done tonight or otherwise, he’d be saying goodbye to his sister soon.

When the couple finally fell asleep, Daemon snuck into his sister’s chambers. He wasn’t worried about waking her husband. After spending so long on the City Watch with the man, Daemon knew how heavy of a sleeper he was. He stood beside the bed and looked down at his sister’s naked form. It had been several months since she had married and she was yet to be with child. He knew she didn’t drink moon tea and he wouldn’t be surprised if her husband couldn’t give her a child. The man had many mistresses and not one bastard.

Daemon pulled the sheet off of his sister slowly and snuck into the bed beside her. She rolled over unconsciously so that she was facing her husband and Daemon couldn’t help the smirk that found its way onto his face. He pumped his cock a few times before rubbing it between her folds. She hadn’t moved as he did so, still sleeping soundly. When he finally pushed into her she stirred only slightly, she mumbled her husband's name and Daemon brought his hand to cover her mouth as he began thrusting into her wet cunt. Even in her sleep Daemon felt her flutter around him and in no time he was spilling his seed inside of her. When he pulled out of her he stayed a little longer as he watched his cum ooze out of her.

He returned every night and spilled himself inside of his dear sister as she lay sleeping. After two moons of him claiming her, she announced one morning that she was with child. She was showered in congratulations and only Daemon noticed that her husband was grinding his teeth beside her. It was when she was beginning to swell with the child that he had put in her that Daemon realized that now was the time to shed her of a husband. After all, he couldn’t have his child calling someone else father. So one night as they patrolled the streets of the city together, his sister’s husband found himself in an accident.

He returned to the castle and delivered the news himself. They were patrolling like usual when they decided to separate for a time. After an hour or so some commoner came running up to him and told him that one of his gold cloaks had his throat cut while in a brothel. His dear sister was inconsolable at first but after several moons had passed and the birth of their child grew near, Daemon suggested to her that she remarry.

His suggestion earned him a slap across the face but later that night his sister came to him and apologized. She told him that she knew that he was right and that it just felt wrong to marry someone while she was pregnant with her deceased husband's child. Daemon only brought her into his arms and shushed her. When she quieted he reminded her that her husband was found in a brothel. One of which he frequented often before she had married him. He told her she would not be the one disgracing him.

When he pulled back from her, his sister looked up at him with innocent wife eyes and almost everything in Daemon told him to take her to his bed. He fought against his urges and told her that he would marry her. He would raise her child like it was his and her child would not want for a father, the same as she would not want for a husband.

A week after their conversation, they stood together as they said their marriage vows. His sister couldn’t stand for long periods of time, her stomach so swollen that it tired her easily. He tried to look happy at being newly married and not triumphant in finally getting what he coveted for so long. When he took her the night of their wedding he no longer needed to fuck her slow and gentle. He didn’t need to worry about waking her and instead he watched as her milky tits bounced with every hard thrust of his.

It was only a moon later when his sister went into her labors and after several hours he was finally let into the room to see his wife laying in bed holding a small bundle. When he walked over to her he kissed her on the forehead and looked down at the coping bundle. The little boy had a patch of silver hair and large lilac eyes blinked up at him. He smiled down at his son and kissed his wife when she suggested naming the child after him. The man, she claimed, always took care of her and looked at her son as though the child was his. He nodded his head, agreeing to the name, and bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from telling her that the child she held was truly his and not her first husband's.

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