Corruption

Chapter Five

Aegon's POV

"He fucking what!?" I throw my goblet across the room as the servant cowers in my presence. "I am no longer to serve you wine, by order of His Majesty t-the King." He stutters and I flip the closest table. They've taken the last pleasure I had left in this miserable rotted castle. He gasps as I rampage about the room. Rhaenyra. She was complaining about my drinking. That stupid bitch must be the reason for this. I stomp across the castle courtyard and up the stairs to her chambers. I knock on her door, impatiently tapping my foot. I am annoyingly sober. A plain looking, middle aged servant woman opens the door. "Where is the Princess?" I demand and she frowns. "My Lady, the Princess is making herself proper for morning tea with the court ladies." She says. I shove her aside and barge in the room. I'm stopped in my tracks momentarily by the sight. Rhaenyra in her nightgown, curves caressed by the soft silks of Dorne and just sheer enough to imagine the sight beneath.

Suddenly I find it hard to remember what I was so engaged of. She gasps and covers her chest with her arms. "Aegon! Get out!" She snaps and I'm brought back to reality. Yelling has never worked. Being soft almost worked. I need wine. Fuck I need wine so bad. "Rhaenyra, please, please. They took my wine from me, Rhaenyra you do not yet understand the weight, th-the the severity, of this." I plead and she dismisses the handmaiden behind me. I hear her leave the chambers. "You deserve it." She snarls. I feel my resolve breaking. I need wine, I can already feel the impending headache and long, aching days without the sweet touch of intoxication. "I do." I say, dropping to my knees. I see her eyes flash, interested. I will submit to her in any way she wants so long as it ends in my drunkeness.

"Our Father commanded it so. Even if I were to give you wine, should you be caught-" She starts and I almost jump out of my seat on her floor. "I will be ever so careful, Princess, I'll be good, I'll be so good for you." I beg eagerly and she backs away from me but I see a wicked idea forming in her mind. "Is wine such a vice you'd kneel for me?" She mocks yet I just nod. "Yes, Princess." I whine, staying seated and looking up at her. I need this so bad. "Stay." She says, putting a finger on my lips. I close my drooling mouth and sit as still as possible. She walks to the door and comes back shortly with a full cup. I stare at her ass the entire time. I spring to my feet as she returns with my prize yet she pulls it away, towards her chest. I whine impatiently and stop in place. "Sit, Aegon." She says coldly and I sit again, staring at the cup of liquid pleasure.

"Because of your transgressions, you'll drink naught but by my hand." She says. I nod eagerly, the most important part is she'll let me drink. "Yes, my Princess." The words fall from my mouth naturally. She slowly walks closer and I fight every instinct to reach out and touch her. Her soft, pale skin and white hair and violet eyes paired with the sheer white nightgown and morning light make her appear as light and heavenly as moonlight. I do my best to stay still for her as she creeps closer to me with my reward. I can't fuck up now. "Beg for it." She says. Oh you bitch. I bite my lip, weighing my options. She notices my hesitation and starts backing away. "No! P-please, please Rhaenyra please give me the honor of drinking from your hand." I beg quickly and she smirks.

She pushes a strand of hair from my face and I feel my dick stiffen at her touch. How did I get here? I was going to fight, going to scream and throw things to get my wine back, but she's humiliating me. I'm so close, though. So close to getting what I want. She grabs my chin and yanks it back roughly, I moan, I can't help it, somehow she's got me right where she wants me yet again. She begins pouring wine into my mouth. I gulp it down greedily. I keep my arms by my sides tensly but nuzzle into the cup's flow. She tilts it further forwards and it pours down my chin as I gulp down more eagerly. "Tch, so wasteful." She teases and I begin to choke a bit trying to get it all down. She takes the cup away and I whimper, licking what droplets of red off my mouth that I can.

She chuckles as I squirm in front of her. "M-more please." I pout and tilt my head back for her. "You needn't get drunk to sate your need." She says simply, beginning to take the cup away. No no no no no. I crawl towards her as she backs away with my cup. "No, Rhaenyra don't do this to me." I beg and she grabs a handful of my hair to hold me in place. I stop where she holds me at once with a moan. "Be a good boy and you can have a little more later." She says and I whine. "Can I have one last little taste, please Nyra?" I whimper deliriously, looking up at her pleadingly. She dips two fingers into the wine and pushes them into my mouth. I suck on them, savoring the sweet taste between them.

"Perhaps this will be my bargaining chip." She says softly, swirling the remaining wine around in the cup. Fuck no, she's got me whipped. I can't help it, I need it. "You'll cease your assaults of serving girls and be on your best behavior, and I will give you one cup every night by my hand." She commands. She stares at my eyes, watching my reaction to analyze every detail sharply. She's the only one that could get away with disobeying the King's direct order. "Yes, my Princess." I say and she smiles before patting the bed beside her. I eagerly get up and sit where instructed. "Mayhaps you could be tamed, such as my father says. To be a good husband." She says and I fight the urge to roll my eyes hard.

"If you were not of Hightowers, mayhaps we could have matched graciously." She says with a frown and I shrug. "I care not for the Hightowers. I've been manipulated into plots because she's my mother, not because I love her." I say with disgust and she quirks an eyebrow. She seems intrigued and surprised. "Then who do you love, Aegon?" She asks. I'm a bit surprised by the question and I bite my lip. "Wine and my posse of supporters are all I require." I say finally and she glances at the cup in her hands. "Sounds like a lonely life. Perhaps I could be a good wife, if you decides to be a good husband." She says and I stare at the wine. The stupid enchantress thinks she can charm her way into training me to be a good little sacrificial lamb. I will not lay my head across the block for treats.

"And mayhaps if you did not treat me as scum beneath your feet to be slaughtered when convenient, I would try to make a decent husband." I snap and she shoves the precious cup into my hands. "Even if you're cruel, I enjoy when you speak to me earnestly. I reward it." She says suddenly. I look down at the wine before looking back at her, then gulping the wine down hurriedly. Sip after gulp, I finish the deep cup and sigh, I can feel the buzz hammering at the edge of my consciousness. She runs a hand through my hair and I sigh at the feeling. My nursing maid used to do that before Mother had her removed from my staffing. "You are not accustomed to soft treatment, are you?" She says softly and I feel the wine tugging at my resolve as she separates the strands of my hair around her hand.

I lean into the feeling a bit. Even if she is a dangerous bitch, it's not often I get to enjoy such things. She scratches my scalp softly and pulls my head to her breast. I tuck my face into them and wrap my hands around her. She's so soft. I'd usually fantasize of my earlier perversions, yet she leans back and takes me into her arms like I were a babe to the tit. I nuzzle into her, for just a moment. My vision blurs and my world spins as I stare up at her violet eyes. She's so pretty, so soft. She pets my hair back out of my face as I sigh. "There you go." She whispers and I snap out of her trap. Lotus Eater. Nymph. Harlot, soothing me into some pet in her bed. I snatch my head away and sit up. "This was a mistake." I spit and storm out of her chambers, leaving her shocked and confused on her bed. Looks like I'm going sober.