A Song of Promises

Chapter 6 - Fin

Aemond gazed down at her face with such aching tenderness that Daemon inanely felt as though he were the interloper inside their marriage bed instead of the other way around.

The three of them were wrapped together in a tangle of limbs and cocks; her leg was slung over Aemond's hip, arms laced around his neck while he lazily stroked up and down her sides. Daemon was curled contentedly around the swell of her ass, his hands cradling her pregnant belly while his chin rested in the crook of her slender neck.

He admitted that he had warmed to his nephew's proximity over the course of the past three days. They'd even shared Rhaenyra, on occasion; the memory of her on her back this morning, laid across the expanse of this very bed, with his cock buried in her cunt while her brother fucked her throat, gave him immense satisfaction to reflect on. Seeing her so lost to pleasure, mindless with need and mercilessly fucked at every end, had nearly made him question why the idea of inviting Aemond into her bed had previously repelled him so.

The two of them had proved insatiable for her and had each taken her twice since they'd awakened before she'd gone limp and hoarse, pushing their grasping hands and stiffened cocks away with demands of a much-needed mid-day rest. Hours had since passed together like this when Rhaenyra's stomach growled and he felt their babe shift against the vibration beneath his hands.

It would be a girl this time - he was certain of it. Warmth spread through his chest at the thought and he smiled before pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder.

"Merbugon, ābrazȳrys?" he asked, his voice roughened from moans and shouts of pleasure. Hungry, wife?

"Mhm," she murmured in agreement, wiggling slightly against his now softened cock, "I think it may be time for lunch."

Aemond's good eye caught his gaze. The younger man wished to tend to her needs; he recognized the instinct that reflected his own. Daemon felt an understanding that only men could share regarding a woman, but Rhaenyra's wishes had been clear - he was to remain in the room until she had the opportunity to explain the reason for his presence on Dragonstone. Daemon shook his head and reluctantly pulled away from the warmth of her naked skin to fetch her food.

He returned to find them kissing between whispered words, Aemond's cock hard against her thigh. He restrained his envy and pointedly cleared his throat, causing them to quickly separate.

After making the necessary adjustments for him to lay among them again, Aemond stretched between her legs while he lay against the pillows, Rhaenyra's head resting just above the dip of his sternum. He offered her a plate of meat, cheeses, and fruits and watched with a heavy-lidded gaze as she took measured bites of everything, yet frowned when she tried to raise the food toward his lips instead of her own.

"Rhaenyra, eat," he insisted, turning his head away with a scowl. The meal was for her - they planned to have a family supper after she spoke with the boys, where he and Aemond would be free to indulge.

She rolled her eyes and turned to offer a grape to her brother, even going so far as to rub the green orb along the seam of his lips to tempt him. Aemond sighed and gestured for her to continue eating, his gaze intent upon watching her mouth as she chewed and swallowed.

She bit firmly into the flesh of the fruit with an air of petulant finality and Aemond waited patiently until she was finished with her entire meal before kissing the inside of her knee as a reward.

"There are other things," he told her silkily as he slid his hand up her thigh and brushed over the sensitive folds of her cunt, "that I'd like to taste."

Daemon watched as he gently slipped a finger inside her, making her toes dig into the furs as a gasp fell from her lips. Spurred by the reaction to her brother's touch, he lifted her chin up toward him to capture her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his frustration, desire, jealousy, and pride from the tip of his tongue into her sweet, pliant mouth.