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Aegon could hear his pulse in his ears as he stormed down the halls of the Red Keep. Not only had Helaena embarrassed him in front of their entire family, she had used their bastard nephew of all people to do it. She had no reason to make him angry. He was a good husband. He didn't raise his voice, nor his hand, he wouldn't bring whores to their chambers and tried his best to only drink at night. He was doing well.
Helaena was off in her world as always when Aegon barged into the room, chest heaving and cheeks tinted pink from supper’s wine. She looked up from her place on their bed, embroidery in her hands, “Oh, hello, Aegon.”
Aegon scowled, stomping over to her and pulling the project from her hands, making sure to be gentle despite his rage so as not to startle her, “Wife.”
He moved his hands from hers up to the neckline of her nightdress, rolling the smooth fabric between the pads of his fingers.
Her brows knitted, “Are you drunk?”
Aegon rolled his eyes, “Obviously. Seeing as I am not ignoring you.”
“Aegon-”
“What? Would you rather I stop? I will sleep in different chambers if you so desire,” his breath was hot on her ear and his voice was low. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck.
“I… I did not mean to upset you.”
“I do not wish to hear of it right now, Helaena.”
“I think we should talk about it-”
“You had your turn to express your feelings. Now I will have mine.”
Aegon slid his hands from Helaena’s shoulders to her waist, bunching up the fabric of her dress and slipping it over her head. She moved along with him, lifting her arms to help, albeit confused. It was rare for her husband to initiate something so coherently.
He stood above her for a moment, eyes trailing from her hair splayed out on her pillows to her legs pressed together. He clicked his tongue, “Don't hide from me, sweetling. It is nothing new.”
She sighed as she felt his warm hands press softly against her knees and push her legs apart.
“Do you want me to stop?” Helaena shook her head. Aegon frowned, “I want to hear you say it.”
“I don't want you to stop.”
Aegon groaned quietly at her words, a soft grin on his face as he licked his lips and dropped down to his knees.
Helaena whispered a quiet curse as Aegon’s soft lips danced up her thigh. He bit down softly on the meat of her leg, always pulling back before he drew blood. Always gentle. The two groaned in unison as his mouth finally connected with the dampening fabric of her small clothes. Aegon pulled them to the side with his teeth, lapping up the wetness that smeared on his lips as he revealed Helaena’s entrance.
She tangled her hand in his hair and tugged his head close to the junction of her thighs. Aegon’s nose was rubbing against her clit and his breath was fanning over her legs, “Needy.”
Helaena whined in agreement, squirming under his panting breaths and rubbing against his face for friction. He let out a low chuckle, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through her body as he finally began to suck on her reddened nerves.
Aegon sucked and licked at her pussy sloppily, not caring that drool was dripping down his face and onto the cold wooden floor that was digging into his knees. He sucked it in like he was starving, moaning at the taste and pressing his blunt nails into Helaena’s soft thighs.
“Tell me, sister,” Aegon’s voice was muffled between her legs, “do you think our dear nephew would be able to please you as I do?”
“No, Aegon,” Helaena breathed out, “only you. It's always you.”
She could feel him react to her words. His tongue wrestled its way into her tightening walls, slurping up the sweet ichor that was leaking from her hole.
As Helaena found herself nearing her orgasm, she tightened her hold on Aegon’s hair and threw her head to the side. She ground against his nose as hard as she was able until she felt him retreat from her touch. She gasped at the loss of his mouth and opened her eyes, teary and confused, “Why… why are you-”
“Sit on my face.”
Helaena sat up, concerned, “Excuse me?”
“You heard what I said. Sit on my face.”
“I…” Helaena let out an exasperated laugh, “I could not do that, Aegon. It would break your nose.”
Aegon rolled his eyes in annoyance and flopped down on the bed, “Fine. Have it your way. If you want nothing more of me then that is what you shall receive.”
“Will you go to your whores again?”
Aegon flinched, “Excuse me?”
“You are mad at me. Will you go to the brothel?”
“Helaena, I’m doing this to please you. Why would I lay with another?”
“Because I do not please you. We both know it.”
“You must not throw around such accusations.”
“It is not an accusation if I am speaking the truth!” They both flinched. Helaena rarely raised her voice.
On the contrary, anger came quickly to Aegon, “If you did not please me why would I have my head between your thighs rather than my cock?”
“You have just admitted I do not bring you pleasure.”
“Helaena, if you-” Aegon went silent as Helaena crashed her lips to his. She tangled her hands in his hair as she cautiously straddled him. Aegon smiled like a madman. It was the first time Helaena had taken control.
Aegon pulled at her thighs to signal that he wanted her to move up. She sighed, “Tell me if it hurts.”
“If I die underneath you it would not be the worst way to go,” Aegon grinned. Helaena fought back an amused giggle as she situated herself above Aegon’s head, her skirt bunched up in one hand.
As she began to lower herself down, Aegon tugged at her knee and caused her to fall onto his face. Helaena shivered as she was met with an open mouth, hands traveling under her dress and softly fondling the fat of her breasts. She moved her hand to cover her mouth, muffling the moans she began to let out.
Aegon pressed his head into the mattress slightly, enough to remove his lips from her center and speak, “Do not quiet yourself. I want Jacaerys to hear you in his chambers.”
As Helaena was about to protest, Aegon sucked harshly on her clit and laced one of his hands with her own. Her moans echoed off the walls of their chambers. He hummed contentedly at the noise, making her shiver above him.
Helaena was close. They could both tell. Her forehead shined with sweat and her legs clenched around Aegon’s neck. A string of saliva connected the two as Aegon removed his tongue from inside her, opting instead to use his fingers to push her to her release. She tightened at the intrusion, legs squeezing against Aegon’s head as he lapped at her clit, fingers working in and out of her at a steady pace. It didn't take much longer until Aegon removed his now-soaked fingers and placed them in his mouth.
Helaena waited for him to lift her off and set her back on the bed, her body tired from exertion and mind at ease. Aegon’s face was red and his eyes were glistening. Helaena couldn't think of a time she had seen him looking this pleased.
“Did you enjoy yourself, love?” He whispered, almost as if he was scared of the answer.
Helaena brought her hand up to his cheek and rubbed over it with her thumb, “I was well taken care of.”
Aegon smiled softly and pressed a kiss to her temple, pulling her head close to his chest as she drifted off to sleep.