The wrong brother

Theft of a dragon seed.

Five days had passed and you were sufficiently healed. Avoiding your husband was no tricky task. Most nights he was nowhere to be seen, likely drowning in his cups in the squalor of flea bottom.

You waited for the hour of the owl, moon high in the sky as you crept along the outer window sill of your chambers. The wind picked up and you grabbed at the vine lattice to steady yourself from the drop below.

As you had predicted, Aemond's window was unlocked. You pushed it in and climbed inside his rooms. His eye patch was propped at his bedside and his sapphire eye flickered in the dim candle light. His good eye rolled under it's lid as he dreamed.

Aemond had always been a deep sleeper. You grinned and thought... This was going to be easy. You laced his fingers through yours and raised his arm above his head, tieing both his wrists to the head board. You spread his legs and tied them to opposite ends of the bed frame.

"I want you... Sister." He mumbled in his sleep, eye still closed as he rolled his head. You exhaled into your palms after you held your breath for too long.

The blankets crinkled as you slowly peeled them off him. Your mouth salivated at his bare chest. You traced your fingers down his chest to his v line and gently pulled down at his britches.

His cock stiffened in your grip as you tugged on him. With each stroke he grew in your hand. You swallowed the saliva that formed at this delicious sight. His hips shuffled, grinding into your hand then his eye flickered open.

"Hel!-"

You cut him off with your free hand over his mouth. He shook his head at you, pleading with his eye.

"Shhhhh... It's ok I want this." You removed your hand from his mouth, thinking he wouldn't protest at your initiation.

"I don't Hel... Please stop... Don't do this." His breaths became deep and heavy. Everything about his body language said he wanted this. So why was he fighting it?

You sat on your knees between his spread legs and lowered your mouth to his throbbing member, looking up at him. He threw his head back when your lips wrapped around him. He grunted in pleasure but writhed around underneath you. His cock throbbed and grew in your mouth again, poking at the back of your throat.

"Is this all you want to do? " He looked up at you again and thrust into your mouth. You gave a nod and closed your eyes, picking up the pace.

"You're even prettier when your mouth is stuffed." He bit his lip in bliss and you could tell he was getting close. You removed your lips with a pop.

"Uh uh. Not yet, brother." You stood up from the bed and dropped your dress to your ankles, revealing you had nothing underneath. His cock visibly throbbed against his groin and grew as he took in your form.

You climbed onto the bed and straddled him, grinding your folds against his shaft. The pillow slowly deflated when his head hit it again.

"That is dangerously close, sister. Free me, I want to hold you." He grunted and yanked at his wrist bindings.

You kept grinding and felt that sweet, warm pulse inside you growing closer. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling every muscle. The sight of his masculinity sent you over the edge and you released your grool on his cock. He drank in the sight of you in fierce adoration, licking his lips when his eye met your breasts

You leaned down to kiss him and quickly shoved his cock inside you.

"Helaena, sister please. Don't do this!" He moaned and protested into your mouth, his eye grew wide and then winced... He was trying to hold it in.

"Be a good prince. Give me what I want... What I deserve." You cupped his pained face, bouncing up and down his shaft. He tugged in vein at his bindings again and gave you a pleading look.

Aemond's body convulsed and you felt his warm fires lick at your womb. He went limp and relaxed into the bed, refusing to look you in the face.

"Was it that bad?" You jested... He didn't laugh, just rolled his eye.

"It was wrong Hel... I told you to stop.... What if this babe is born of wings and scale again? You might not be so lucky to live this time."

You untied his ankle binds and as soon as his wrists were free he sprang from the bed. He grabbed your naked waist and throat, pinning you to the wall. A rage roared in his eye just inches from your face. Was his dominance that precious to him?

"Don't you ever do that to me again, sister. I own your cunny. I decide when you cum." His rage fuelled breaths slowed and he looked down to your breasts. They rose and fell against him rapidly with your shallow, panicked breathing. He loosened his grip on your throat and grazed his thumb over your nipple.

"You want more." He observed how your body beckoned for his, how you longed to be controlled. Your hand wandered around to his backside and pulled him closer. He hardened against your groin again and you grinded your hips against him.

Aemond pulled your hair back and breathed in the scent of your neck. Your heart fluttered, you loved it when he dominated you. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around him, your lips open against his firm member. As he walked you over to the bed, your hips took to grinding against him.

A devious smile stole across his face and he threw you on the bed, tieing your limbs to the corners. He shoved a pillow under your hips and elevated your pelvis. He kneeled between your legs as you did to him and wrapped his hands under your thighs. You writhed in anticipation, trying to wriggle your womanhood closer to his mouth. You stared at the ceiling waiting for the touch of his tongue but... Nothing. You lifted your head from the pillow to see that he was staring at your throbbing cunt, savouring your desperation.

"Ah, Aemond please. Take me." He blinked and smiled up at you. Your womanhood tightened under his intimidating presence and some of his juices trickle out.

"You've been a very bad girl, Helaena. Very disobedient. Bad girls don't deserve to be pleasured so." He snickered.

"Please, Aemond. I won't undermine you ever again... Please."

It seemed to please him when you relinquished control. With a content smile at your obeisance, Aemond opened the lips between your legs and flicked at your clit with the soft underside of his tongue. You grabbed at the blankets for leverage and squirmed in pleasure. His eye closed and he moaned in lust at the taste of you. It was a beautiful sight you never wanted to end.

His majestic silver hair tickled at your thighs and all you wanted to do was run your fingers through it and force his head closer. You throbbed under his tongue and he looked up at you as you approached orgasm and... He stopped.

"Ae-Aemond? What are you doing? Please, I am so close." The sweet throbbing began to slow and you felt your walls dilate. Was he really going to deny you your bliss?

He climbed up the bed and rest his head on your bare chest, his lips just inches from your nipple.

"Such is your punishment, my dear." He took your tit in his fist and sucked at it, alternating breasts until they were red and swollen. Your cunt throbbed wildly and you almost climaxed under his touch alone.

A twisted smile stole across his face as he watched you squirm. You were so close... Would he not just finish you? He stood from the bed, dressed himself and drank a swig of wine.

"I must be away, my sweet." He untied one of your arms so you might later free yourself.

"Think of me when you finish yourself tonight. Although, a second round may not be of need. I sense my babe already grows within you." His silver hair swept behind him and he left you to your thoughts, impure as they may be.