The Bastard Queen

lust of his blood

Aegon first realised that he had begun to lust for his cousin a little after his ten and fifth name day. It had merely started with him noticing how she needed have new dresses prepared for her. How Alyssa's perky and delightful looking tits had begun to practically near burst from her old dresses and while she wore them in preparation for her new ones to be commissioned, he couldn't take his eyes of them no matter how hard he attempted to sway his eyes from them.

Soon after, whenever he ventured to the house of kisses and would fuck one of the whores there, he could not help but think how Alyssa's smile was prettier than the women in the brothel who smiled at him. Alyssas voice sounded much sweeter than those that belonged to the whores who moaned in his ear. Alyssa's eyes held more empathy for him than the women did. He nearly died of embarrassment though when after his latest... session, the whore he had just slept with named Jasmine asked him, "So whose Alyssa?" And after a lot of stumbling with his words and demands of an explanation he soon came to realise something that made his face burn red, whilst he was fucking the whore he was silently moaning Alyssa's name. Not even once, but multiple times.

After that day, he found himself not really being able to look Alyssa in the eye. He became more indulgent in his drinking and his women. Though the more he did this the more Alyssa seemed to be around him to remind him of his thoughts. "Why are you ignoring me?" He was struck with that question one morn while he sat in his personal chambers attempting to occupy himself and not risk seeing his darling cousin.

"I'm not..." He said as he looked down at the bed spread, fiddling with a loose string he saw.

"You say that, and yet you cannot even look at me in the eyes to deny it!" Aegon quickly looked up to Alyssa though found himself staring into her to his dismay. Her eyes looked fierce and in a strange way sort of wild. A trait he noticed that she had unknowingly possessed from her father. "I will repeat my question again Aegon. Why is it are you ignoring me?"

Aegon could not bring himself to reveal the true reason of his sudden abandonment. He knew his families tendencies to marry each other and have children, though most of the time it was due to them wishing for pure blooded children. Aegon though didn't give a shit about that. With Alyssa, it wasn't the fact she had Valyrian blood what tempted him so, she could've been a whore from the lowest area of the street and he'd still find her beauty more breathtaking than any woman he ever met.

"Just been feeling off lately it had nothing to do with you dear cousin." The lie roles of his tongue like oil on water and it's easier to fabricate than he expected. His heart almost contracts when Alyssa lets out a small sigh and smile of relief.

His guilty conscience though seemed to reign on as his lust for Alyssa soon grew more and more shameless. He had begun to purposely be on the look out for whores that matched Alyssa's hair. He even begun to look for ones who had a similar voice, or even ones who had the same ass as hers. Though none were ever good enough to please him fully. In his head, he always would find himself wishing that it was Alyssa who was moaning so prettily for him while he had her stroke him to completion. In his mind, he pretended that she was the one who was praising him till his head went fuzzy as she rode him till he burst deep inside. Though those fantasies never came true, only playing again and again on his head.

He'd not even kissed Alyssa yet, if he ever really would, and yet he was already blushing and getting hard over her like some pathetic little green boy. It was embarrassing and yet he could not bring himself to be away from her for as long as he did before, so it was sort of easy for Aegon to keep his feelings for Alyssa private, as he didn't even know what those feeling would truly be called in the first place.

However, while Aegon would find himself staring at Alyssa while she trained with ser Criston, an action he was mocked on near daily, he could not shake the feeling of Aemonds stare. Though even when he looked to see Aemond so blatantly staring at him, Aemond would only mockingly smile back, motioning to an oblivious Alyssa, before resuming the training between himself and her.

"Why don't you join your brother and cousin in their training my prince? Unless you don't believe yourself to be strong enough to outsmart them?" Ser Criston taunted one day while he watched Alyssa swing her sword to Aemond. Aegon did not particularly like ser Criston, as he was just one of many men Aegon tolerated for his mothers sake. It was not hard to see his mother cared for him, though Aegon must admit that it was strange to see his usually paranoid mother so calm around another person.

"Come on lazybones! We do not want people to think we have a soft bellied prince in our midst!" Alyssa taunts, showing her teeth in a teasing yet evidently playful grin.

The sound of her made his stomach churn, and yet it became almost a reflex to merely smile in return to her taunts as if he was annoyed, paired with a roll of his eyes before walking to her direction to grab a sword.

Aegon had known he would lose. Alyssa had knocked him on his arse not even a few minutes after he'd picked up a sword.

He could hear Aemond snickering behind him in the distance, the little shit, and yet he can't blame him. He himself would laugh whenever Aemond was knocked down by one of the strong bastards.

"Maybe I am soft bellied sweet Alyssa. Maybe you'd like to help me harden it up?" He smirked. He could see Aemond stop his training to listen in, and if he wasn't so interested in Alyssa, Aegon would've turned around and smacked his brother on the back of his head.

"Oh I'm sure the other ladies are more than capable of doing it. They're more in tune in regards to much more difficult cases than I am." She smiles, before walking away to work with the straw men.

When she turns around, Aegons eyes harden as they turn to Aemond, whose snickering at Aegons very much failed attempt at seduction had seemed to grown more weasel-like. If one could even really call the attempt seduction at all...

"Fuck off twat!" Aegon hisses as he swipes the wooden sword at Aemonds legs. The sound of the wood making contact with his leg, mixed with the sound of Aemonds yelp of pain was audible for all to hear.

Yet Aegons mind was not filled with that remorse at causing his brother pain. It was currently filled with thoughts of Alyssa, in ways the maiden would surely weep from even hearing glimpses about.

The fire inside his body yearned for only Alyssa's body to quench it. The whores being as affective as rum quenching fire. Nothing sated his hunger for pleasure of the flesh. It consumed him all the time.

It consumed him now, as he walked to his room, where with a harsh sigh, Aegon stripped himself of his armour and clothing and sat by the window, watching the world go by.

Yet as he watched the people, the women, the guards, even Ser Criston at one point, his eyes found themselves drawn to the sight of silver hair bellow.

Alyssa, who continued the sword training in his place. Her movements were perfect. Hardened and fluid from supposed years of practice, both from the rogue prince and supposedly Ser Criston himself.

It strangely made jealousy stir inside him.... Why should Alyssa practically two fathers when he has had practically none? It angers him, and yet the anger feels redirected as a glare overcomes his face, and his left hand redirects to his still throbbing cock.

His eyes stay fixed on Alyssa whilst he pleasures himself. Small noises akin to deep groans leave his lips, whilst his mind runs savage with what he imagines what noises leave your own lips.

Would they be sighs of pleasure you try to contain through swollen red lips? Or would you let them out undiluted? Happy to let your mouth run wild for him to hear?

It does not matter either way, as with both scenes he finds himself able to cum in his palm. The seed that spills on himself soon being cleaned up with a lone cloth that will be cleaned by one of the many maids later.

Alyssa leaves his sight not even a minute after he cleans himself up, and a slight insecurity within him has him dressing himself in modest clothing, hoping she'll come to his room and drink with him, or do anything with him even. It's almost sad how he's like some puppy waiting for his mistress to come home, and yet it's even sadder when Aegon thinks he wouldn't have it either way.

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AN: Been a while people! Hope you like this, but it's sorta rushed as not proofread so 🤷🏻‍♀️
I've been more focused on Tumblr stuff so that's my excuse for not being as involved with tumblr. I got lots of smut I've written there is you wanna go to it and read it and interact (it's mainly Aemond!)