Dreams, Dragons, and Deceit || Aemond & Aegon Targaryen

Between Brothers

"Seven hells," Visaera moaned, gripping the sheets beneath her as Aegon tilted her hips back and pushed his fingers inside her. With a curl of his fingers and slight pressure on her belly, Visaera was nearly coming in seconds.

It was the third time in three days she had awakened to his touch and she was becoming far too accustomed to it. A pang of pleasure coursed through her from her core to her toes as the prince flicked his tongue across that sensitive spot between her legs.

Even when his head was buried between her thighs, Visaera's guilt loomed in the back of her mind. She tried to assure herself that she was injured; that leaving would put her and her family in danger, but the truth of the matter was that she still loved Aegon and she loathed to leave his side. She craved his touch, his voice, his love...

Hours of her day were spent trying to come up with a plan that saw every Targaryen make it out alive. Visaera wondered if, perhaps, her visions were truly to blame for everything. Without the vision in the Godswood, she might have chosen to marry Aegon, and he would have been her future King Consort; their children would have sat on the Iron Throne...

"You're thinking too much, Vis," Aegon said, kissing his way up over her pubic bone and across her belly, before returning to suck on her clit, pleased when she resumed whimpering.

"Do you two ever get tired of fucking?" Visaera reached for the sheet but Aegon merely grinned at his brother.

"Would you, that you were in my position?" he asked, burying his face back between her legs, despite Visaera's efforts to pull away.

"Aegon," she whined for him to stop, but it came out breathless and pleading, and only spurred him on as he pushed his fingers back into her dripping cunt. "Fuck..."

Knowing Aemond was watching them made her self-conscious, but Aegon knew where and how she liked to be touched and he was doing maddening things to her with his tongue.

The one-eyed prince inched his way toward the bed, watching the scene with a mix of anger and interest. He loathed the idea of sharing, but he couldn't deny she was a lovely sight; a writhing mess, grinding herself against Aegon's mouth.

The elder brother finally released her with a soft sucking sound, allowing Visaera to cover herself, and then he sighed in annoyance, looking up at Aemond.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before," Aemond said dryly, not casting Aegon so much as a glance, and smirking when her skin flushed pink. "A raven came..." He held it out between two fingers and Visaera sat up as she caught sight of the dragon seal. Aegon sat back on his knees as she broke the seal and unrolled the parchment, reading aloud.

"Visaera, my love,

Daemon and I are both extremely surprised and utterly relieved to find that you are alive and healing in the capital, and we are thankful you sent a trustworthy envoy to relay this news. Alarya hasn't left your room since she arrived, nor has Ser Jaunton left her side. They await more news, as do we. Carrion made it home safely, but he mourns your absence. Send word of your needs and we will do what we can to see them met.

All my love,

Mother."

Visaera stared at the scroll in her hand, feeling conflicted. "She's asking me what I want her to do..." A long silence followed as the three of them mulled over the thought. "Alarya and Jaunton..." She blinked up at Aemond, who looked uncomfortable.

"You said I've never put you first..." he explained, "I know their safety was a concern of yours... I realize no apology will ever be enough, but—" Visaera gripped the front of his jerkin and tugged him down, pressing her lips to his, uncaring about the fact that Aegon was watching.