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Aemond Targaryen
The young prince tried so, so hard to get the image out of his head. He had a tourney to win tomorrow for the Gods' sake! He should have a clear head and be thinking of only his victory.
The prince got a vicious smirk imagining his half-brother lying on the dust, preferably dead with a lance sticking out of his throat. That ought to wipe that stupid smile he had been wearing all night.
He could almost see it, just closing his eyes and seeing that dipshit on his knees, defeated while his beloved wife let out terrified shrieks from the stands. He thinks she'd cross the fences to run to her husband, maybe beg for his life on her hands and knees.
Aemond would kill Rhaegar regardless, but watching Daena fucking Targaryen on her knees in front of him was a sight he'd cherish for the rest of his life.
'Though maybe I will spare the dipshit if Daena asked politely.' He thought.
Politely on her hands and knees, but instead of the arena, it would be in his bed chambers, just the two of them. She'd look so Gods be damned beautiful.
His aunt Daena was without question a woman of great beauty. As much as he loved his mother, Aemond wasn't stupid enough to think her on the same page as his aunt. As comely as Queen Alicent Hightower was, men of all ages and walks of life didn't line up to stare at her like they did with his aunt.
He sometimes saw his father's gaze upon her too. And didn't blame him. The woman was a sight worth beholding.
'And to think, all that beauty wasted on a man like Rhaegar Targaryen.' Aemond scowled. What did that spoiled, talentless brat have that made aunt Daena want him?
He could understand fucking him in order to become a Queen but other than that, what did the brat have to offer? Why did Daena spend so many hours in his bed, on his lap, teasing him with soft smiles and eyes that always lit up with mischief? Why kiss him so much? And so often? Why moan so fucking loud, anyone even in the hallways to their chambers had to pick the sounds up?
Wait. His brain registered the actual moan he'd just heard. Looking up he realized he was near his half-brother's chambers and his face immediately turned red as he realized just who had moaned.
"Oh...sweet gods...." A loud, dragged out moan.
'Why'd she have to pretend to like it so much?' Aemond almost shouted. He knew she was faking it, she had to. His brother Aegon was far more experienced with women than either Rhaegar or Aemond himself and he never managed to make a woman shout like that, so how could Rhaegar do it?
"My prince, please...Oh gods, yes....please don't stop.." Her soft voice had no right to sound as alluring as it did.
Against his good sense he leaned forward. Hands softly touching the oak door of Rhaegar's chambers. He was even more surprised to find it unlocked, not even fully shut. His feet moved before his mind did. And he found himself entering their chambers and moving towards one of the pillars at the far end. It was covered in drapes which further shielded him and he had a view so good, all the blood in his body flowed straight to his cock.
Daena was sitting on the bed, in nothing but a pair of soft white silk stockings that added a sense of youthfulness to her. Not that she needed any, the woman barely looked over twenty.
Her legs were spread open with knees bent and toes digging into the mattress. Rhaegar was sat between them, denying Aemond the view he so desperately wanted to see. Daena had used her hands to prop herself upright in the bed and the two were currently sharing a kiss that looked so desperate you'd think they'd never get to kiss again.
'Maybe that's what will happen tomorrow' Aemond thought, feeling rage and arousal all at once.
Rhaegar's hand was somewhere between her thighs, causing her to break their kiss and throw her head back, moaning out load. The sound was so sensual, she was so sensual, Aemond felt his cock twitch. It was painfully hard now but he refused to touch it.
That would be far too degrading for a man of his station. He was Targaryen Prince of blood, rider to Vhagar! Like hell he would ever take his pleasure hidden away behind a pillar like serving wenches and guards. Never.
But Daena was just such a tempting sight. By the gods, Aemond wanted to cry and rage all at once, why couldn't that be me in there?
Rhaegar was now laying kisses from her chin down to her neck, inching closer and closer towards her breasts. The large mounds looked so very delicious and evidently Rhaegar shared his thoughts because he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, drawing yet more moans from Daena.
"Fuck, it feels...so good my love. Please don't stop, oh fuck...I need more..."
her words were encouraging both brothers to want to touch her more, to hold her closer and to have their fill of her.
But alas, only one of them got to enjoy all the bounty she offered. Aemond felt himself shaking. This was so fucking unfair. Rhaegar had everything and deserved nothing, must the Gods also give him Daena?
The one woman that had been on his mind ever since Aemond learned what desiring a woman even meant.
"Is that what you want my love?" Rhaegar asked teasingly, still having his fingers buried deep within her and his mouth hovering over her breasts, leaving small bites all over her.
"Yes yes yes, need you so much my prince..take me...and take me good" her soft voice became demanding by the end.
Rhaegar pulled his hands back and and began to undo the strings on his breeches, freeing himself before grabbing her thighs and pulling her even closer.
Daena fell back on the bed, moaning loudly as Rhaegar gave her one more kiss before placing his cock at her entrance.
"You're so beautiful, by the Gods, so so pretty" Rhaegar murmured before easing himself inside her, slowly, inch by sweet inch. Both were breathless by the time he was fully inside her. Putting his hands on either side of her head to balance himself, Rhaegar stared at her.
Aemond moved further into the chambers to get a better look, hoping the darkness was cover enough.
Daena had her eyes shut tight, biting her lips so hard he thought it might bleed. Her face was a mask of absolute pleasure and looking closely, he could see her entire body lightly shake from the throes of pleasure she found herself in.
For a few moments, nothing happened. Both Rhaegar and Aemond just stared at the naked beauty. Daena had her arms around Rhaegar and her eyes were still shut tight. They watched as she shook lightly, barely able to contain her pleasure.
The sight was so good. So fucking good. It made Aemond want to walk into the light right now and shove a dagger through Rhaegar, remove the brat and take his place in Daena's arms. She looked so fucking good...
Rhaegar began to move slowly, building his speed and Aemond watched, eyes boring into Daena as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. She opened her mouth to let out soft whimpers, pleading rhaegar to go faster, to go harder on her cunt. Rhaegar increased his speed and captured the loud shriek from Daena's lips before it could escape.
She moved her hands to hold his head as they kissed each other like there was no tomorrow.
Rhaegar had built up his speed and now was thrusting into her with faster, harder strokes that seemed to make the bed shake. Daena broke their kiss to moan out loud.
"Harder please, please my prince, harder... oh-uh fuck...."
Rhaegar grunted as she wrapped her legs around his and somehow managed to pull him even closer to her. The two looked so far gone in their pleasure Aemond was sure they wouldn't notice him even if he was standing at the foot of the bed.
He felt so tempted to give in, to just open his breeches and let his cock take a look at Daena. But he held himself back, willing his body to not break, to not release his pleasure.
'It wouldn't be any good now, I have to wait, I have to be patient.' Aemond thought desperately. 'The real relief would come the day Rhaegar was defeated and dead by my sword.' And then Aemond would take his pleasure, his fill of the woman he had desired for so long.
The woman Rhaegar had taken from him and now seemingly dangled before Aemond.
It wasn't long before Daena reached her peak, her moan swallowed up by Rhaegar as he refused to release her mouth. This time she shuddered violently as the waves of pleasure rolled off her.
The sight made Aemond afraid that he may have released himself in his breeches. It looked so good. So fucking good.
Reaching her peak didn't make the princess relax however, for now she had a mischievous smile upon her pretty face.
"Your turn, my prince" she whispered before pushing Rhaegar on his back and straddling him. The prince groaned, now feeling her tighten further around his cock and he placed his hands firmly on her hips, holding her down on his cock. Daena didnt seem to mind, letting Rhaegar have her in which ever way he wanted. She rotated her hips, which must have felt really good because Rhaegar all but shouted out loud, getting up from his position and wrapping his arms around Daena, holding her tightly to himself.
"Fuck, you want my seed...so bad, don't you? Inside of you? Filling you up?" Rhaegar asked her, voice rough as he tried to control his pleasure, make it last a little bit longer.
"Yes my love, yes... you know that don't you? How much I want you? Oh....fuck, yes my prince yes. Please give it to me, please..... oh gods...." Daena answered him, eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream.
Aemond couldn't explain his feelings. How he longed to have her speak like that to him. He didn't think he'd be able to last long after hearing her say such words. The eagerness, the excitement he could hear in her voice, the desire to be filled, by the Gods, why couldn't he just take her?
Rhaegar didnt last long either, bringing Daena closer for yet another kiss, he groaned and shuddered.
At this point, Aemond abandoned all thoughts of sneaking and just marched out of the room. He didn't want to see any more.
Rhaegar was filling her up with his seed right now and Aemond had no wish to see that. But still, his mind supplied the image anyway. He imagined Daena getting up from Rhaegar's embrace, that same mischievous smile on her face as his half-brother's seed dripped down her legs.
The image was too much, he grabbed the nearest object around him and hurled it at the wall.
The vase shattered upon impact and the million little pieces seemed to reflect his thoughts, his feelings and his heart.
He quietly returned to his chambers. Stripping himself down, he laid on the bed. He knew he could call upon some serving wench or even a valyrian looking whore from the street Aegon visited so often.
But he knew it wouldn't be the same. If silver hair was all that was special about Daena Targaryen, then Rhaegar could've been fucking his sister Helaena or even Laena Velaryon.
But Rhaegar wasn't. He didn't seem to want anyone other than Daena. Just like Aemond.
Aemond thought back to when people everywhere had objected to Rhaegar's desire to marry Daena.
"Too old she was, barren she may be, widows simply dont remarry so soon and certainly the Prince of Dragonstone would prefer their young, maiden daughters to a woman who'd been bedded by another man for near on ten years and failed to give him a child"
All reasons people had tried to explain to Rhaegar but nothing had swayed his half-brother. He'd proven himself the blood of the Dragon. Offering to fight anyone for his aunt's hand in marriage.
And he hadn't had any regrets it seemed. In ten years of marriage, Daena had given him three children. Three brats that their father, the King simply couldn't seem get enough of.
Aemond had been young, barely three when Rhaegar married Daena. Even then he'd thought Daena Targaryen was a thing of great beauty. But just how beautiful and charming his aunt was, he hadn't realized until he began to grow into a man himself. Suddenly he was noticing things about her that he hadn't ever before.
With her soft lilac eyes that always sparked with mischief and her teasing smile that never slipped from her face, she seemed to always be teasing someone.
Tempting them, calling them to her, getting them on their knees, swearing all their devotion and love to her. And no one was immune to it. Least of all Aemond. He desired her so, so bad. It should be embarrassing, but he wouldn't show shame.
He was a Targaryen. He could get anything he wanted and no one could say anything. And he'd get what he wanted. Consequences be damned. He often fantasized getting on Vhagar and having her snap Syrax's neck in half, with his half-brother on the saddle.
He imagined Daena in black, as she wore often to show her support for his half-brother, only this time it would be worn in mourning.
Once she returned to her chambers, he'd meet her there. He'd tear those black layers off of her, both physically and symbolically taking her away from the Blacks.
And then finally, he'd have his fill of her.
She'd be his permanently. He was a Dragon, same as Rhaegar. Infact, he was better. His dragon was bigger, he was the better warrior of the two and soon, he'd have the most beautiful Targaryen ever born in his arms as well.
He imagined Daena arriving in Court the next morning dressed in Green. Showing her support for him publicly via her gowns and in privacy of their chambers, showing him all that she'd shown Rhaegar tonight and more.
He imagined Daena angry and helpless, on her knees before him. She'd hate him for killing Rhaegar but she'd be helpless to stop it. Just as she'd be helpless to stop him from claiming her. She'd be left with no choice, and once she saw how much better he was, she'd accept it.
Accept his arms around her, his mouth on her and his cock inside of her. He wanted, so desperately, to see his seed dripping out of her.
Maybe she'd give him a child, a son with his dark purple eyes and her straight silver hair. Oh he'd love that very much.
All that stood between Aemond and Daena was Rhaegar. And he'd be gone soon enough. Maybe as soon as the joust held tomorrow.
Aemond had to show Daena tomorrow who was the better Targaryen Prince. And it was not Rhaegar. He'd make her regret ever wanting Rhaegar in the first place.
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These thoughts kept Aemond up all night and he blamed that for his defeat the next day. That Fool Frey had cheated. His stupid squires had messed up the saddle. They'd all conspired together to ruin Aemond. He just knew it.
How it burned him to see Daena with the lavender colored rose crown on her head, courtesy of not him, but Rhaegar. It made him want to scream and take Vhagar and set Harrenhal ablaze.
Worst of all, he just knew, looking at Daena's teasing smile, that tonight, she'd be rewarding Rhaegar very handsomely for it.
And that there wasn't a thing Aemond could do to stop it.
The end