The wrong brother

A clean slate.

You had thrown your wedding dress back on for a lack of other options in Aegon's chambers.

Ser Erryk stood at Aemonds doors and straightened up as you approached.

"Princess? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be-"

You raised a brow at him, surprised he had the gaul to question you. He knocked at the door.

"Princess Helaena, my Prince."

"Send her in."

He sat, shirtless on his bed sharpening the Valyrian dagger he had reclaimed from your grandsires room. His shiny hair swung with each scrape. The bare sapphire in his eye glinted at you in the candle light.

"Shouldn't you be with your new husband, sister? He didn't live up to your expectations?" He looked back at his blade.

You picked at your fingers and your eyes dropped to the floor. Was it that obvious?

"The deed is done. We are consummated twice over but he- he fell asleep before I could..."

He placed the dagger down and lay a hand on your belly, the other at your cheek.

"My sweet, you deserve all the pleasure the world has to offer. I just wish he could see."

He sat you down on his velvet lounge and had his workers run a bath. He stood guard at his lounge room, careful not to let them see you. The workers left and he tested the water.

"For you, my dear. Clean him out of you and I will give you the ending you deserve." He gestured at the steaming bath, foamy bubbles had formed on-top. You faced Aemond and dropped your dress to your ankles. You spun back to the bath and looked over your shoulder at him, as he stared at your rear.

The water was comfortably warm and you sunk in to your neck. Aemond sat atop the basin and stared down at you.

"What is it?" You smiled, flirting at him.

"You're just- perfect." He grinned back at you and kneeled down next to the tub with a sponge. You leaned back and let him scrub at your neck and your chest. The sponge grazed your nipple and you let out a stifled moan. You gave him a scared, submissive expression and he looked down at you in adoration.

"I love when you moan for me." He dropped the sponge in the water and cupped your bare breast in his hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your nipple. You closed your eyes and writhed around in pleasure. There was a splash and his other arm was submerged, rubbing between your legs. You gripped at the tub and pressed your hips harder into his fingers.

"Aemond! Ahhh!" Your insides quivered and longed for him. You wanted to ride a cock to your climax... Something Aegon had denied you. Water dripped to the floor as you stepped out of the bath. You took a towel and began to dry yourself when Aemond grabbed your hips and shoved his mouth in your folds. Your legs faltered as he grunted into you.

You buried you fingers in his hair and tried to utter a coherent sentence between heavy breaths.

"Aemond- I- wondered- if I- could- ride you tonight?"

He stopped eating you, licked his lips and stood to tower over you once more. Your heart raced at his imposing stature.

"Hmm, learnt something from your new husband?" He smirked and walked to his bed with you in tow. He sat down and played with your fingers in both his hands. You tasted yourself in his kiss and he leaned back, removing his pants. His erection sprang up and he pulled you closer.

"Show me what he taught you." A devilish grin spread on his pursed lips. The splendid blue gem in his eye caught your attention and you had the sudden desire to touch it. He grabbed your wrist just as your hand hovered before his face.

"It's sensitive behind the stone, sister. Be careful." He let go of your arm, trusting you to be gentle. The stone was as cold as his fingers and he winced at the slightest touch. You pulled back not wanting to hurt him.

"Sorry. It's just so alluring. The ladies of the court love it I'd wager."

The Prince turned his left side away from you.

"You would be wrong. It has sent more ladies screaming than I can remember." He looked at the floor and to the ceiling, anywhere but at you... Was he ashamed of it? A tear welled in his good eye and he blinked it away.

You pulled his face back to yours and smiled in reassurance.

"I don't mean to say you look the better for it but... It's so striking that I don't remember what you looked like before..." The event of that night brought him much trauma that you didn't mean to rehash.

"I know what you mean to say, Hel. It's kind. Thankyou." His hands tickled at your hips and he lifted you up onto his cock. A yelp escaped you and you wrapped your arms around him, shoving his face deep into your breasts.

A jolt of pleasure shot through you everytime your hips met his. The sweet, pulsing sensation at your core grew closer with every bounce. You wanted him to see all of you and pushed him down to the bed, still riding him.

Aemond drank in your whole body from your bedroom eyes to your bouncing breasts and down to your womanhood. His hands held your hips and guided you into a rolling rhythm that made you quiver. A feverish look of lust overtook him as he grunted through his bitten lip.

He stood up, flipped you onto your hands and knees and took you from behind. Your braid was pulled tort from behind and he grunted, breathing heavily down your neck.

"Don't forget who you belong to Hel. I'm the only one who's ever made you melt. Your husband never will."

You whimpered under his authority and rested your face into the pillows, your rear still high in the air for his taking. He started pounding into you so hard that his balls smacked audibly at your clitoris. You squirmed and mumbled into the pillows.

"Aemond! Ahhh!!"

With your last scream he thrust back into you and stayed there.

"Uhhh Hel!" He shuddered and released his load into you.

You were starting to think you were addicted to fucking him. Even now you wanted more.

"You up for another round?" You lay down by his side and swirled your finger on his chest.

"Not tonight, my love."he closed his good eye and fell asleep in your arms.

Your eyelids became heavy and you eventually fell asleep as his last candle burnt out.