The Dragon's Little Doll

Captive

Lyraena thought Aemond was awful the first few days of her captivity, but she hadn't been prepared for Aegon. The rough fucking Aemond did reminded her of what she was, why she had been taken, but Aegon...

Aegon touched her like she was a cracked porcelain doll, a plucked flower that would wilt and crumble if mishandled. Aegon explored her body in a way she could only describe as making love. And every time her body reacted to his touch, it sickened her further, until she hated herself as much as she hated them.

"Fuck, just like that, ñuha dōna..." Aegon whispered in her ear as her hips rolled of their own volition. She's been in the Red Keep for more than a moon and hadn't seen a single soul other than Aemond and Aegon.

They brought her meals, poured her baths, brushed her hair. Her desire for home had been crushed and stomped on until all that remained was dust, slowly blowing away in the wind that howled around the tower that was her gilded cage. Even the privy chamber she used was only down the steps of the tower; the door at the bottom of the stairs remained permanently locked.

She truly felt like a doll, shut away from the world and only used on the whims of her keepers.

When Aemond used her, she basked in it, his anger and hatred. But when Aegon touched her, she tried to sink into the recesses of her mind and pretend she was elsewhere entirely. Afterward, she couldn't even look at herself in the mirror. She didn't want to feel loved and cherished. She didn't want to forget what she was to them.

"Where are you?" Aegon breathed, peppering kisses up her neck, "Come back, princess..." She shook her head, clinging desperately to the image of Dragonstone in her head, the vision of Starrax flying overhead. Gods, she missed flying.

Lyraena hated when Aegon did that, forced her to focus on what he was making her feel. "Look at me, Lyra," he commanded, waiting until her eyes locked on his and her vision cleared. "There..." he whispered in approval. "Keep your eyes on me, baby..."

His fingers found her clit and her eyes rolled back as ecstasy tore through her. She hated him for it, she hated herself, she hated everything...

Shaking her head, as if that would somehow convince her body she was not moments from climax, Lyraena squeezed her eyes shut. "No, no, no... Look at me..." Aegon insisted, "I want to see those pretty doe eyes when you come for me..."

"Please, Aegon, I can't..." she begged, her voice thick as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She didn't want this. She wanted escape; she wanted to go home.

"No," he ground out, stroking his hand up the side of her thigh; his tender touch making her shudder. "You know what I want..."

"Don't make me..." she pleaded, her eyes stinging as her stomach churned at his request.

"I'll just start again..." he threatened softly, trailing his tongue up the side of her neck. No... She couldn't bear it if he started again, pressing his mouth to her and stroking her with his tongue until her body trembled.

"No, no, please..." Lyraena whimpered.

"You know what I want, then..." he replied, as if her choice was any kind of choice as all.

"I love you, Aegon..." she breathed, her stomach twisting with sickness, the way it always did when she forced the words out at his behest.

"Forever?" he prodded, driving deeper into her, his thrusts slow, painfully languid.

"Yes, forever..." she replied, giving him the words he longed for as she swallowed back the torrent of emotion that threatened to spill out of her.

"Fuck... Say it again..." he groaned, finally increasing the speed of his thrusts; his fingers returning to her center and rubbing circles over her clit.

"Aegon, fuck!" Her body's reaction to his touch was overpowering rational thought as her limbs began to shake.

"Tell me..." he urged again.

"I love you..." she whimpered, gripping him as she fell headfirst through her orgasm, wave after wave of euphoria pulsing through her.

"Fuck, yes..." Aegon groaned, his motions stuttering as he finally hit his peak, spilling into her again and again. By the time her body came down from its high, Lyraena was wracked with guilt, her lips trembling as she rolled away from Aegon and buried her face in the pillow...

"I bet you love that, don't you?" Aemond sneered from the doorway only a minute after Aegon had departed. "Poor, sad little Aegon begging for love and affection; telling you he needs you..." She rolled over, turning away from him and covering herself.

"Actually, I prefer you to him," she admitted. Aemond cocked an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest. When he didn't respond, she realized he was waiting for her to elaborate. "Aegon wants to play out a fantasy; he wants to be needed. At least you don't try to pretend this is something other than what it is. You hate me and I hate you and fucking me as revenge gives you some sick satisfaction..."

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, his voice taunting. At last, she turned her head to look at him. "Are you so sure that's still how I feel?" He sat on the edge of the bed and rolled her onto her back. "Perhaps things have changed." She glared at him. "Perhaps I want you to love me, too..." he offered with a smirk.

"Stop it," she hissed, shoving against his chest.

"No, but I think I like this..." he replied, leaning over and pressing his lips gently to hers. She shoved against his shoulders, her stomach rolling.

"Stop it..." she whispered thickly.

"Alright, fine," he snapped, "turn over." When she did, he pulled the sheets away and reached between her legs, the chill of the wet cloth startling her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'd rather not fuck you with my brother's seed still dripping down your thigh." Aemond replied with a sneer, tossing the rag back into the basin. Aemond usually fucked her from behind; refusing to look at her face. Perhaps it was easier for both of them that way; easier to hate one another.

By the time Aemond finished, she was covered in painful marks; he always left bruises behind. Lyraena liked that part; another reminder of who they both were, why she was truly there...