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To escape from his mother's nagging, Aegon slipped out of the ballroom, shook off the young squire, and wandered about alone with a bottle of wine. When he was bored, he was attracted by two people who appeared on the balcony below. The night was dark, but the silver-gold hair is the most dazzling proof of identity--he could tell at a glance that they were the princess and prince who had come to celebrate his father's name day today. It’s Rhaenyra from Dragonstone and Daemon from Driftmark.
He could not see their faces clearly, and certainly could not hear their conversation. But it was clearly more than an uncle and niece, and no wonder rumours had been circulating for so many years. Rhaenyra placed her goblet on the balustrade, facing outwards, while Daemon approached her from behind, wrapped her with his arms, and lowered his head to her neck. The arrogant prince must have come for her, Aegon thought bitterly. After all, in his memory, the “Uncle” had never looked at anyone but Rhaenyra and his father, he always ignored the four of them – although he was also a Targaryen, a son of his father.
Rhaenyra turned back. Daemon didn't pull back at all. He said something, bowing his head to kiss her. Aegon was imagining what he would say to his sister when Rhaenyra jerked Daemon away and shouted something. Shit, it's High Valyrian. Aegon could not help regretting every language lesson he had slipped through. He could only hear his sister's anger in the tone, and he could only imagine what it was. Daemon didn't seem to say anything, just looked at her for a moment, then turned and left. Aegon looked at her again, and it was clearly that anger couldn’t comfort her. She stood looking in the direction of Daemon's departure for a long time, and then quietly finished her wine before returning to the ballroom.
Aegon hurried back to the ballroom, where he was stopped by his own squire. The latter begged him with tears, not to drink or else the queen would beat him. He was so impatient that he had to throw the flask to the squire and tell him to go and get drunk himself. Finally, he had to add a kick in the butt to get rid of the annoying boy. Then he had time to observe the ballroom, and sure, Prince Daemon was not here. His father and mother weren’t here, and it must had been mother who had persuaded father to drink less and go for rest – his mother always acted like a wet blanket, but it's more convenient for him. No one would keep eyes on him anymore. The banquet was in full swing, the hall was half-drunk people, music, frolicking, bragging, flirting with a variety of voices woven into a buzzing. And among all of these, his sister, Rhaenyra, sat alone, drinking goblet of wine, as if everything had nothing to do with her.
He could not understand, why every time he saw her, she became more beautiful than the last time. Her braided hair, her smooth forehead, the curve of her neck, the hand she held the goblet in, the way she kept kissing the goblet… Even her look fascinated him. She kept her purple eyes down, never looked at anyone or anything around her. Part of him knew it was because she didn't fit in with the court controlled by his mother, the other part of him wanted to believe that she just didn't care. Pride as the Realm’s Delight, what deserves her attention?
Suddenly, he realized that he had been staring at his sister for a long time. Aegon moved his body unnaturally and looked around. Soon, he found out that someone else in the ballroom was also looking at Rhaenyra. Perhaps it was the noise of the scene that made him think no one would notice, Criston Cole, the Lord Commander, glared at Princess Rhaenyra half way across the ballroom, the undisguised hatred made the white knight change to a different face… Aegon looked again at Rhaenyra, who had finished another goblet of wine. For some reason, she looked up, and met his eyes. She had obviously noticed her half-brother's gaze and frowned in confusion. Aegon turned his face away in fright, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Could she have seen what a fool he was?
After a moment he could not help but look at her again. Rhaenyra was talking to the maid behind her, and leaving the table with the help of the maid. Probably because she had drunk too much, her steps were unsteady. Occasionally, one or two nobles from the palace came up to court her. She just shook her head and ignored them. The maid explained something, and they slowly walked towards the exit. Yes, she didn't bring any guards. Aegon remembered, because she had come alone on dragon, Princess Rhaenyra had not brought her guard this time. Was it Erryk or Arryk? Aegon could never tell the twins apart. Thinking of this, Aegon looked again at Ser Criston, who, as expected, was watching the princess leave. He is really persistent, ah, but my sister never saw him from the beginning to the end, not a glance. Aegon smirked. Ser Criston was always standing by his mother's side in his memory, but he was known to be Princess Rhaenyra's sworn knight, and after the Princess's wedding he had suddenly turned to the queen, in the tournament he killed her husband’s champion, wounded the new guard of the Princess. Rumors had been spread to today, nothing but love stories about who loved who did not love who. Love is really boring, Aegon thought. Princess Rhaenyra had disappeared, and Ser Criston's face returned to normal. Aegon couldn't help but sneer. Criston was only the son of a steward, and it was a great honor to be the Lord Commander, what else was he to dream about? To royals, love or hate, did he deserve it?
After a long time at the party, Aegon left the hall and crept back to Maegor’s. He need not to be so careful-- after all, his own chamber was there, and it was not until he had entered Maegor’s Holdfast that he remembered it, and couldn't help chuckling. But then he took another deep breath and continued to move cautiously past the patrolling guards: he had a different destination today. Soon he reached the door, and yes, there was no Kingsguard. Aegon put his hand against the door, unable to decide whether to risk the presence of the maid. Yes, tonight she was here without husband, or lover, or Kingsguard, was totaly alone, defenseless, and there couldn't been any better chance. It seemed to be footsteps in the distance, he pushed the door in without hesitation.
In the quiet night the door sounded terribly loud, but Aegon was certain that there were no maids in the room. He quickly closed the door again, calmed his heart for a moment, and tiptoed to the inner room. Bypassed the screen, in the light of a few lamps through the gauze bed curtain, he could see the figure on the big bed. It was his wet dream, his fantasy, his every ... Aegon didn't dare think any further, he swallowed hard, and reached out to pull back the curtain.
It was her, but not quite like her. Her silver-gold braids were untied, and her long hair straggled over the pillow, the sheets, and her shoulders. She was dressed in a thin nightdress, her curves mostly hidden under the quilt, with only one hand sticking out. Her eyes were closed, and her usual awe-inspiring expression was gone. Instead, she frowned slightly, as if she had something to worry about. He looked at her face with fascination and took her hand and kissed it. She moved, but did not open her eyes or withdraw her hand. Instead, she said lazily, “Why do you come back? I won't talk to you.”
Sure enough she is drunk, he thought. Then he took the opportunity to lean down to kiss her full delicate lips. She did not resist. She even put her arms around his neck to make him fall deeper. However, after a few seconds, she was startled and pushed him away, it took a moment for the purple eyes to focus on his face. “Aegon? Why... What are you doing here?”
“Aha,” Aegon sat up and sighing, “Yes, it's me, not Uncle Daemon. Sorry to disappoint you, Sister Rhaenyra.”
Usually Rhaenyra would have been furious by now, but the alcohol slowed down her mood and reaction. She frowned for a moment, couldn't figure out what the annoying half-brother was doing in her room. “I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep. Just go, I won't tell your mother.”
He giggled, “You enjoyed it just now. It's useless to keep a poker face now, sister. Just play with me a little more.”
Then he bent down to kiss her again, she quickly raised her hand to block him. “Go back and play by yourself. I have no interest in accompanying a little boy.”
He pouted. “I'm not a boy anymore. I'm fifteen years old, and I have a lot of experience.”
Experience... Does he mean prostitute on the Silk Street or flirting with maids in Red Keep? Rhaenyra sighed long, waving her hand to let him leave quickly. “Knock it off, judging by you behave just now, you are far from adult.”
“Eh! ?” Aegon's face turned to red this time. How... How ... Isn't kiss like that? But his embarrassment lasted only a moment, and he leaned in again. “Then tell me, what is kiss like for adults?”
Why me…? Rhaenyra was too tired to get angry, she turned her back to Aegon and ignored him.
However, the little villain was not about to give up. She heard a rustling sound, and then she felt the quilt being lifted, and someone got in, the breath came so close to her face. “Tell me sister, or I will not go.”
Gods, Alicent, how did you raise such a scoundrel? If she had a dagger, she would have no doubt that she would use it, but she hadn't. And after getting drunk, the brain was obviously slower, and the body was even slower. She could only open her eyes and stare at the smiling boy in front of her with a mixture of exasperation and resignation, regretting that she had not brought the Kingsguard back to Red Keep. In the past few years, she had been living on Dragonstone and rarely returned to King's Landing. Before she knew it, her noisy brother, who she had always ignored, had grown into a handsome young man. Yes, he is beautiful and so what? Isn't he still a big idiot, a famous asshole and lecher in Red Keep? Rhaenyra, who was cursing inwardly, sighed again when she realized that she had nothing much to do with him, “Then promise me one thing. Swear to me.”
“Really? I'll promise you anything, even swear by my mother!”
His flippancy made Rhaenyra sigh again, “Why your mother... Now, listen, you mustn't tell anyone about tonight, you swear.”
“Tell anyone? Why？” Aegon's eyes widened, he was stunned for a moment before he understood. “AH, I see. Do you think I'll tell someone about this and brag about it?” He smiled, “That's impossible. Me and the Realm’s Delight? No one will believe it. Everyone would treat me like a fool -- and they still do -- and my father would hang me and beat me, and my mother would tell me that she was disappointed in me, and then she would convince my father to let me marry Helaena quickly to prevent more humiliation.”
Rhaenyra was surprised. So this fool was a little self-conscious? She shook her head. “In short, you swear first, not by your father or mother, just you. Without hard enough words, I won’t believe it.”
He thought carefully. “AH, yes. I swear, I will never tell anyone what happened tonight, or I could only look at it and never touch it for the rest of my life!”
“What do you mean...” she suddenly understood. She felt a little angry and amused. It was so easy to guess that it made her speechless. At the same time, it was an oath that could really make him afraid. Suppressing her smile, she said, “I see. Then be a good boy and don't move. You can't touch me until I give you permission.”
”... OK!” This time the little bastard but no bargaining, as expected to lie straight face her, both hands close to the side.
She wanted to laugh even more, put her hand to cover her mouth and coughed lightly to cover it up. Then she moved closer to him and cupped his face, pressing her lips against his.
It was only a usual kiss, just a little longer than a polite kiss, but when Rhaenyra pulled back a little, she saw Aegon looking at her in disbelief, and his body stiffened. What kind of virgin reaction is that? But this guy doesn't seem to play innocent... Rhaenyra began the second kiss. First a light touch, on the upper lip, lower lip, corners of the mouth, like a confirmation of existence. When she felt his trembling, she used the tip of her tongue to gently lick his lips, patiently and tenderly. When he could not resist opening his mouth, she would not meet his expectations immediately, but kiss him from a different angle, with another rhythm, just taste the lips, never deepen it. It was not until he made a groan from his throat that she grabbed his chin to kiss him hard and deeply until he could not breathe.
“Whew...” Rhaenyra let go of Aegon, pulling back for half a foot, then she realized that Aegon's face is weird. “Hey! You don't need to hold your breath now! Breathe! Breathe!”
“Ah-hu, hu, hu...” he gasped aloud. It seemed that he really forgot to breathe from the beginning. After panting for a while, he looked at her, his face flushed, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes. “I... Can I touch you, my sister?”
Surely she knew how it felt to be kissed like this, and her lips were still hot, so she smiled and said, “I permit you to hold me and kiss me.”
Before Rhaenyra could say another word, Aegon had pulled her into his arms, and pressed his lips against hers. He was obviously not as experienced as she was, but not as straightforward and rough as he had been before, and there was patience in his enthusiasm, and ecstasy in his clumsiness. It should be a playful kiss, but it tasted so good that Rhaenyra groaned uncontrollably. Aegon paused for a moment, then held the back of her neck with one hand and drew her closer. She also raised her head to greet him. The hot lips and tongues almost melted together, it was hard to tell who was pestering whom. Before she knew it, he rolled over and pressed her onto the pillow. She had long forgotten to stop him and continued to enjoy each other.
“Oh... sister... Rhaenyra... my sister...” he murmured frantically, his fingers instinctively groping for hers, then interlocked with them.
For some reason, Rhaenyra's body temperature rose and her breathing became labored. As his kiss spread to her chin, her earlobes, her neck, the heat in her body was getting worse. “Aegon, Aegon, you...”
He relaxed his grip, then she heard fabric rip. She opened her eyes and saw that her thin nightgown had been torn to her stomach. Her heaving breasts were completely exposed to him. Embarrassed and angry, she wanted to get up but was held down by him. She could only let his burning gaze roam over her body. She could not help but curse in a low voice, “Little bastard, w-what are you doing?”
He lifted his eyes to look at her, his eyes were dark, almost black. “Sister Rhaenyra, you are so beautiful. I want... I want to make you even more beautiful.”
Rhaenyra did not know what he meant, but she shudderd instinctively. Sure enough, Aegon bent down and began to lick and suck her collarbone. She began to tremble all over. How does this little bastard know my erogenous zones?
He did not give her time to think about it. His hand had already grabbed her plump breasts and began to touch them. His fingers were hot, but his touch was not rough. He gently rubbed the nipples as if he knew what she liked, until she knew that they were hard like beans.
“No... no...” When Aegon's lips moved down, she felt her entire body go limp. It wasn't until he began to devour and suck her that she let out a scream of joy. Her body tensed up and then sank down in despair.
After uncontrollable euphoria, Rhaenyra managed to raise her head to find Aegon at the foot of the bed, spreading her thighs with his hands, and approaching her secret part with great interest. He is going to... It is impossible! This lustful, arrogant, and spoiled guy would never do such a thing to a woman! “Stay away from there!” She threatened in a low voice, “I'll never let an inexperienced person do that. If you hurt me, I'll really kill you!”
“Oh, very frightening, my princess.” he was stroking her golden hair and running his fingers across her thighs, causing a new tremor, then he grinned, “I didn't do it before, but don't worry, I know what my sister likes.”
Before she could respond, he lowered his head and took a deep sniff, and said to himself intoxicated, “OH, this smell... Can't Ser Laenor smell it? I'd die for it!” Now he was a complete teenager again, Rhaenyra didn't know whether to laugh or cry, until he lowered his head again, and something hot and coarse rolled over her wet sex.
Surprised, she shrank back instinctively, but Aegon held her thighs firmly to stop her, eager lips and tongue not only licentiously taste her slit, but also boldly began to tease her core. Impossible! How could he know... The sudden increase in excitement mercilessly interrupted any of her thoughts, leaving only a gasp of shame, “No, Aegon, no!”
But the warm current overflowed uncontrollably, and she heard Aegon chuckle, “It goes bigger...” Rolling, stirring, rubbing, she shivered desperately under his lips and tongue. The pleasure was fierce, vivid, and irresistible, until his sucking sent her straight to the top. She cried silently and then lost consciousness.
Something hot pressed against the sensitive core caused a shudder, that drew Rhaenyra back to reality. She frowned and slowly opened her eyes.
Aegon was looking down at her, naked. With a mixture of elation and excitement on his face, he lowered his head and kissed her before smiling and saying, “Still want to kill me, Sister Rhaenyra?”
Because of the climax, or alcohol, she felt dizzy, and her throat was dry. “You, you…” She couldn't say anything else.
“Of course I know how to make you happy, sweet sister. I've rehearsed it many times in my dreams.” Aegon whispered in her ear, and Rhaenyra wondered what's he talking about? She'd barely seen him in years, hadn't she? He lifted his body to find her hands, pulled them onto the pillow and clasped them with his hands, then without hesitation, straightened his back and entered her.
“HMM...” “Ah...” They moaned at the same time, not because it was difficult, but because it was too smooth. She was almost welcoming him, and their bodies became one. Aegon gazed down at her, and Rhaenyra felt him tremble, and so did she. It was never her intention to go from a drunken kiss to this, but now she had a vague sense that she was no longer in charge of tonight.
Aegon began to move slowly. Soon he grimaced, gasping, “Fuck, this is... This is much better than I thought. A hundred times better than that...”
“AH, no, please don’t...” Rhaenyra couldn't finish that, the climax had made her more sensitive than usual. Although he moved slowly, she could feel him by every fold.
He immediately stopped. “Did I do it wrong?”
She shook her head gently. “If I feel uncomfortable, I'll let you know.”
He sighed in relief and continued thrusting.
Looking at the body moving above her, part of Rhaenyra still thought it wasn't true. Aegon was clearly not interested in learning martial arts. He had no scars, bruises, or muscles, just the delicate white of a young man growing up. Rhaenyra realized that her lovers had always been men much older than her, not even men of her own age, much less young man ten years her junior. “Umm... That's...” Growing pleasure made her moan again.
He was overjoyed. “How is that? Do you feel good, sister?”
She panted and could not say anything, but only look at him. He was watching her, listening to her, though fumbling but trying to please her-- This is just herself ten years ago, Rhaenyra remembered. Full of the desire for love, want to ask for everything, but also afraid of too young to keep up with lover and be abandoned... ...
“Aegon,” Rhaenyra called softly.
He struggled for a moment before he stopped and panted, “What's Wrong?”
She looked him straight in the eye and said hoarsely, “Hold me. Kiss me.”
Aegon was stunned for a second, then did as she bid at once. She threw her arms around him, and gave him the most passionate kiss in return. Saliva, sweat, love fluid wrapped around them, everything felt like fire and blood blending, so fiery and unstoppable.
“Ah! Wait, Sister Rhaenyra, why suddenly grip me so tightly?” Aegon narrowed his eyes in pain, “Don't... or I will...” With her legs wrapping around his waist, she called his name. In spite of his efforts to stop on the precipice, he failed, and after a violent shiver, he spent himself into her deepest.
After the passion, Aegon leaned over Rhaenyra and panted for a while. Then, he lifted himself up and said in a low voice with red face, “I don't know what happened... I won't come so fast usually.”
She couldn't help but laugh, reached out to tuck his silver-gold hair behind his ear. “It doesn't matter how long it takes.”
He rubbed his cheek against her hand lovingly. “I heard... Prince Daemon is very good at that. I don't want to disappoint you.”
Hearing Daemon's name, her heart ached a little and she smiled, “Why are you talking about him again? Whatever, if you can believe it, uncle... didn't bed me.”
His eyes widened, after a while, he said, “I believe it. At this point, you don't have to lie to me. What I can't believe is that you're so beautiful, how could he possibly... Why?”
Why? Rhaenyra herself wasn't sure. She said with a smile, “All I can say is, he's him and you're you.”
Aegon stared at her for a long time, then suddenly grinned. She asked, “What are you laughing at?”
He did not answer. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheeks and her lips. She did not mind tenderness after sex, so she let him do as he want. His lips moved to her neck, tickling her with his breathe. She turned her head and chuckled softly, while he murmured, “My sister, this is your sweat for me... I like your sweat, and...” The she felt something weird, his manhood that was still in her seemed to be -- no, it was definitely getting harder and bigger.
“How can you...?” Rhaenyra stared at her brother in disbelief.
Aegon, who had already gotten up and held her by the waist, smiled triumphantly, “Don't underestimate me, sister, I can fuck you ten times tonight.”
She was really flustered, “You little bastard! Stop It!”
He pumped in several times, then said, “I like it when you call me 'little bastard'. That makes me harder.”
Soon Rhaenyra lost the strength to curse. After two climax, her body was incredibly sensitive and could only bear his ravages and the resulting rush of pleasure. She went completely mad, even crying to beg him. His madness was no less than her, after bringing her two orgasms, he came again, between the ravings of “Rhaenyra,”“Fuck you,”“Love you,” and “Sister”.
This time they were both exhausted, lying side by side on the bed, panting for a long time before calm down. Rhaenyra felt a buzzing in her head. She stared at the ceiling, praying that it was all a ridiculous dream. But the convulsions in her body and the remain between her thighs shattered her illusions mercilessly, and the culprit turned and held her arm, “Sister,” said he shamelessly, “You cried so loudly just now that the whole Red Keep might hear you.”
Rhaenyra put her other hand on her forehead and sighed. Although it was a banquet tonight and most of the people were probably unconscious now, if anyone had heard this nonsense just now... To her, it was just another gossip, but if Aegon were discovered-- she was sure Alicent would kill her. She turned to look at Aegon, who was smirking shamelessly. She considered killing him for the hundredth time.
However, he still looked smug. “One more time, sister. I can do it again soon... Ahhh! ! !”
Aegon writhed wildly like a fish caught on shore, rolling out of the bed in a scream. A moment later, he got up with his hand on his waist, and said with a grimace, “Gods be praised, my sister, do you want to kill me?”
Rhaenyra had already sat up, “You little... Aegon, listen. If you don't leave my room in one minute, I'll risk my reputation by telling father that you tried to rape me! Then he'll shut you up in your room for six moons, no dragon, no wine, no women!”
Imagine father's reaction when he heard this, the punishment was more severe than what Rhaenyra had said. Aegon immediately decided to retreat. When he got clothes on in a flurry, he yanked a piece of her nightgown and winked at the gaping Rhaenyra. “Just a memento, sister.” he said, then ran away swiftly
Forget it, it's just a small piece, shouldn't be any trouble... Rhaenyra lay back down and pulled the quilt over her naked body. She felt her back ache and her head was as heavy as a rock. I need to burn this nightdress tomorrow morning and get a cup of moon tea, and... Before she could finish thinking, she had already fallen into a deep and sweet sleep.