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The afternoon sun streams through the window, the red curtains billowing in the breeze as the buttery yellow warmth bathes Helaena’s bare skin. Her hands moved over her rounded stomach, her lilac eyes close as she enjoys the kiss of spring blooming in the air. She loves it when the season arrives, the smell of fresh flowers and bugs digging in the dirt. The butterflies will be flapping through the garden soon, and her collection will grow. She will spend hours sifting through the dirt and plucking them with her fingers, watching their legs and antennas twitch as she studies their intricate designs. While her thoughts are filled with wiggling bugs, Aemond’s thoughts are focused entirely on her.
She is exquisite; that is the thought that rotates through his mind as he drinks in the sight of her naked skin and silver hair falling down her shoulders in thick waves. Being round with a babe suits her, making her curves soft and her skin glow. This one is his; he’s made sure of it. One night, many moons ago, saw Helaena in the warmth of his arms as she sought comfort. He supposes a woman can only be ignored for so long until she seeks another. He does not judge her for choosing him because he would never betray their secret. He would never inflict such pain upon her until the proper time presents itself. He supposes he feels guilty as well, for not being there when Jaehaerys was slain, and thus he would never deny her anything. It is his way of atoning.
He remembers the feathery, soft kisses she left on his neck and the way her bare breasts felt in his calloused palms. He remembers the red marks flushing over her plush hip as his fingers dug into them after removing her gown. It would have been satisfying to slice through the fabric, but she is his queen and should not be treated as a common whore. Helaena is anything but common. She is an enigma to many, but to him, she is a rare gem, more precious to him than the one fitted as his eye. One that only he can appreciate.
Aegon rots away in bed as the burns encase his body, while milk of the poppy is his only comfort, and the realm needs an heir. No one will be the wiser; everyone assumes Helaena conceived the child before the king was indisposed, and she will never say otherwise. Aemond is smug over the fact that his blood will sit the throne. The royal line is embedded with bastards, so why not follow suit? He will make sure his son is no fool, and should the time come that Aegon dies and Aemond is promoted from prince regent to king of the realm, then his son will be legitimate and will have worked out well for him.
There is a knock upon his door, and servants announce that they have brought a midday deal that he has requested to be served in his chambers. Helaena"s cheeks pinken, and she quickly grabs her periwinkle silk robbed, golden and green dragonflies sewn into the fabric. Once she is properly covered and settled on the chaise, Aemond gives permission for the servants to enter. They are not worthy to bask in the beauty of her nakedness. Only he is allowed such privilege. The meal is placed on a table close to the hearth: succulent roasted duck, a bed of dark greens with slices of blood orange and chickpeas, crusty bread with fine cheese, dripping honeycomb and, of course, delectable honey cakes served with fresh cream. It is a bit rich for his usual taste, but the foods are all favorites of Helaena and she deserves to be spoiled. His poor sister has suffered enough.
Her pale eyes light up as she immediately reaches for a honey cake, using the edge to scoop up a dollop of cream before bringing the treat to her lips. A look of pure delight crosses her face, and Aemond can’t help but stare at the cream clinging to the corners of her rosy mouth. His cheeks turn hot as he remembers just nights before of his dripping spend spread across her lips. She wore a different look upon her face that evening, her petal soft mouth swollen from being wrapped around his cock, and her eyes hazed over with lust.
He dismisses the servants and instructs the guards that none be allowed entrance. Once he’s assured that they will be left free of disturbances, he tugs Helaena’s robe free from her body.
“But I’m hungry, brother,” she pouts. He presses a kiss between her creased brows.
“Do not worry, sweet sister. I do not wish to disturb your meal. I only wish to enjoy the sight of your naked body as we eat,” he assures her.
She smiles, leaning in to brush her lips lightly along the curve of his cheek and the scar long marred into his skin. She tenderly cups his cheek, fixing her soft gaze on the sapphire glittering in the carved-out socket. It reminds her of the shimmering waves of the ocean, bringing her a peaceful feeling. She has found solace in Aemond’s company.
Aemond takes his time eating, savoring each morsel and sip of the honeyed wine, while Helaena takes larger bites. A thick strand drips from the honeycomb as she bites into it, staining her bare breasts.
“I’m making a mess,” she murmurs, her cheeks turning pink.
“Now, now, sister, tis nothing that can’t be cleaned up,” Aemond assures her. How delectable she would look with his seed decorating those beautiful, round breasts . A fantasy he will indulge in soon enough as he hopes to lay his mark on every inch of his lovely sister.
He beckons her to sit in his lap, one hand settling on her fleshy thigh while his other lifts a cream-topped cake to her lips. She hums before parting her mouth, tenderly and slowly eating it from his hand. Cream is left behind on his fingers.
“Lick them clean, sweetling,” he coos.
Helaena obliges, her pink tongue darting across his fingers and lapping the milky cream away. He uses a cloth napkin to wipe away the sticky honey from the swells of her breasts before setting his hands on her swollen stomach and pulling her close. He’s overjoyed at how easily his seed took to her womb, making her round and soft with his babe. She wiggles in his lap, enough of a teasing friction that makes him grow hard in his trousers. Helaena moans from his stiffness pressing against her naked arse.
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“Please, I want you to,” she begs, her lips forming the sweetest pout as she writhes against the bed.
“It is most…depraved, sister,” he hisses, though his eyes cannot tear away from the sight of her spread cheeks, and arousal pools hot in his stomach. His brother has never touched her there, and it is all for him. Her cunt is swollen and slick, and the tight pink pucker nestled between her parted flesh makes his mouth water.
Her delicate fingers dig into her skin as she keeps herself spread open for him.
“Aemond,” she whines.
“I can never resist you,” he breathes, palming his naked cock before procuring a small glass bottle of oil. It’s slick against her skin, making her most intimate areas glistening in the candlelight. His thumb presses against the slick, pleated hole, shuddering at how the muscle flexs from his touch. He explores her with his fingers first, marveling at the tight, snug feeling and how easily she takes him.
Her cheek rubs against the sheet beneath her as thick moans spill from her mouth. He’s mesmerized by how her pale skin flushes and how much she seems to enjoy this. He’s surprised by how much he enjoys it. They continue this game for a few more nights until she’s ready to take his cock. Helaena sprawls on her belly, silver hair fanning out as Aemond’s hips are snug against her plush arse, buried deep in her tight hole. It makes him shiver at the fit, like a tailor-made glove and she is so beautiful stuffed full with him. Their sweat drips and mingles together as Aemond’s face presses into the back of her neck before pumping her full of his spend. He slowly withdraws his cock, spreads her cheeks apart, and watches his seed drip from her flushed hole.
He cannot help but lower his mouth to taste it.
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“I want your cream, brother,” she begs, squirming on his lap, and his hand moves between her thighs, his slender fingers stroking her wetness. The cakes have not satiated her appetite.
“Go to the bed and get in a position that is comfortable for you,” Aemond instructs, lightly slapping her rounded bottom as she makes her way over to the bed. She giggles like the little imp she can be at times, but he has never realized how mischievous she can be. He likes to think it’s just for him. He alone brings out these hidden sides of her.
He stands at the foot of the bed, slowly removing his clothing as Helaena’s fingers play with her swollen cunt. Soon it might be difficult for her to reach as her pregnancy progresses, but for now, she’s able, and her appetite has become most salacious as of late. If she were not with child, Aemond would put her across his knee to teach her a lesson about being so demanding and greedy. His cock grows hard at the thought of her arse turning red under the palm of his hand as she whines and her eyes turn pink and puffy from her tears. She is a beautiful Valyrian princess, but even they need to kept under a firm thumb. Her safety and survival is of the utmost importance.
Helaena slowly rolls onto her side, a pillow supporting her belly, and waits for Aemond to take his place. He presses against her back, cock teasing against her wet entrance before he slips inside. Her warm cunt nestles his hard cock like a warm glove. A fit made for him…a fit made for a king . He imagines her placing the crown upon his head, for she is the only one deemed worthy enough to do so in his mind. One hand wraps around her tit, heavy with milk, pinching her cherry red nipple as a droplet spills over his rough fingers. He shudders before thrusting his cock deep inside, ensuring she feels every inch of him stretching her wide.
“Brother,” she whines, the walls of her cunt fluttering around him.
His breath is hot against her neck as his lips search for the spot just below her ear, suckling on her tender skin. How has he denied himself the pleasure of her for so long? He played the role of a dutiful brother, putting his family first and falling in line. But no more. Now, he will take what should be his and dispose of those who stand in his way. Aemond’s breathing turns ragged as his thrusts turn sloppy as he ruts against his sweet sister. Her lilting, honeyed voice is begging him to fill her, and he obliges, spurting his seed inside her.
His teeth scrape over the delicate flesh of her neck, a ripened peach, before pulling out of her. One large hand lifts her thigh so he can watch his spend leak from her swollen cunt - a thick delicious cream. Helaena purrs, shifting in her spot as her brother’s seed coats her creamy thighs. Her eyes feel heavy as the urge to sleep overtakes over her. She curls tightly against his warm embrace, his large hands cupping her swollen belly.
“Rest, dear sister,” Aemond hums, gently rubbing her belly, marveling at how taut the skin still feels despite it stretching wider as she grows.
And so she does, in her brother’s bed with his babe growing strong in her belly.