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It was mother’s idea, probably. Not that she had any proof, but when that day ended, Helaena knew she had been playing that game with both her and Aegon.

The day after they attended Jacaerys and Baela's engagement party, she started spending a lot of time around Helaena.

And it wasn't like Mother left her alone at all most of the time, but after the party, she really wouldn't leave her side for half the day.

She asked if Helaena would like to get her own quarters in their old castle, somewhere she didn't need to stay around everyone all the time - her own home space, like Rhaenyra and Daemon had, all the way in another wing.

She would even have her own kitchen and her own bathroom, and it would look like her own little house while still having family protection and all.

It was an interesting idea, not having to share everything, having her own space.

Helaena was a middle child, when did she ever get anything just for herself?

And then mother asked if she ever felt lonely. Which... well, that was a complicated question.

Sometimes, yes.

But not in the sense that she wanted to be around people all the time, but she really wanted someone she could be close with.

A good friend.

A boyfriend, actually. Which was what she answered, that she felt lonely in that sense.

And then mother asked what she wanted in a boyfriend, which was really weird, but Helaena answered anyway.

Someone funny, understanding, kind... who liked routines and didn't expect her to change.

Honestly, Helaena kind of wanted someone who already knew her and who she already knew, so she wouldn't need to get out there and all, but she thought that was unrealistic.

Except it wasn't, apparently?

Targaryens did it all the time.

Rhaenyra married their uncle Daemon, Dad's first wife was his cousin, and Jacaerys and Baela were cousins in three different ways and stepbrother and stepsister. And they really liked one another, it was cute to see.

The whole time at the party they were glued to each other.

It would be so nice to have someone like that.

It was a few days after that Aegon strode into her room and sat down on her chair.

"What are you doing?"

Helaena raised her head from the work in her hands.

"Embroidering," she showed her spider to him.

Aegon was... interesting.

They didn't spend all of their time together, but when they did it was nice.

He didn't bother her, and he looked at her in a really nice way.

He treated her way better than Aemond and Daeron, too. And she knew how he looked at her - the other two never looked at her that way, like she was a woman, not a sister. Like she was desirable.

Maybe it was weird for some people, but they were Targaryens. It was normal. Natural, kind of.

“What kind of spider is that?" he leaned a little closer.

Helaena smiled down at it.

"It's a wolf-spider. Mother said I can't have one because it is just a little bit venomous, but it really just hurts a little bit," she told him.

Aegon moved closer, and she showed him the leg she was working on, happy he was at least a bit interested.

"They actually are really good pest control, and rely on camouflage for protection," she explained. "And they carry their babies on their back, like a monkey."

When she had her own home, she would get a wolf spider.

She didn't even mind when he sat by her side and pushed her hair out of the way so he could look at the embroidering well.

"They carry their eggs on their spinnerets, and-"

Her explanation was interrupted suddenly when she felt his lips on her neck, kissing twice and up before she jumped out of the way.

"Aegon!" she gasped.

What was he doing?

He looked right at her face.

"What?!" he frowned.

Aegon didn't touch her. He didn't like touching anyone, it was like he was like her! Well, not when he was wasted.

"Are you drunk?" she stopped her work.

He rolled his eyes.

"No!" he protested.

She raised her eyebrows, not believing him, and he sighed.

"I just had one beer," he shrugged. "Now, come here."

Helaena stood up from the floor and he didn't follow her as she collected her work and things and put them in the box at the outer corner of her desk.

"Why?" she asked, looking over at him. "What do you want?"

Aegon slouched on his spot.

"You?" he answered, but it was much more like a question. "You're my sister, aren't you?"

Helaena frowned.

"As far as I know?"

What else would she be?

He smirked, as if it was all a game.

"Well, then... let's have fun before Mother finds us," he purred, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt.

Helaena stared at him even more confused.

What?

Aegon kept staring at her, and his cheeks went all pink.

"Why are you always so weird?" he crossed his arms.

That made her raise her eyebrows.

What?!

"I'm weird?" she parroted. "You're the one who is trying to kiss my neck and who is always staring at my chest whenever I wear something mildly low."

Did he think she couldn't see?

"And you keep staring at me every time you see me without saying anything," she crossed her arms.

His eyes drifted down, and she looked to find him, again, staring at her cleavage.

"Like now!"

When they were kids, he treated her like she was odd and they shared jokes, but the moment her body started changing he just started acting weird. 

"You are the staring one!" he argued back in that same old childish tone. "You just look at me with this... dead fish gaze!"

Dead fish?

He stood up roughly, nearly slipping before cleaning his hands on his pants.

"And you're always making that face, like you know something no one else does," Aegon accused. "It's impossible to ever know what you're thinking."

Helaena blinked, still silent.

Since when did he want to know her thoughts?

"It's not like you ever ask," she reminded him.

And Aegon pouted, like a kid.

"Fine," he put his hands on his waist. "What are you thinking, then?"

She thought for a moment.

Well.

"I think I want a proper kiss," she decided. "I'm not a whore. I'm your sister, you must treat me better."

Aegon's hands actually fell from his side, and he looked surprised as if he wasn't the one who had started the thing about kisses.

She waited and he walked to her, at last, looking at her as he seemed to try to figure out what she was thinking - as if she hadn't already said her thoughts aloud.

Helaena just learned a little closer to him, watching his face, and she could hear him breathing in before he leaned in and kissed her.

Aegon was experienced, she knew that - she'd seen him have girlfriends all through school and after. Mother never let Helaena date anyone in high school, and she never had the interest of sneaking around like he did, so she didn't quite know how this worked.

But she was quite determined anyway.

She put a hand on his chest tentatively and was grateful for how familiar he smelt when he was so close to her.

And he was nice and patient, because he let her press her lips to his and pull back a little bit while her brain thought over what was happening.

He had really nice lips. They were a little bit rubbery, but she supposed all lips did feel like that, because they were so smooth.

Helaena moved in to him again, closing her eyes and kissing him once more.

Yes, it was very nice.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and it was warm, and nice and made her body soft and warm.

And it was all of that that distracted her and surprised her when his two hands suddenly came to her chest and squeezed her, and Helaena gasped, pulling back from him.

Aegon grinned, giggling like he had just heard the stupidest of jokes.

“Sorry, I just always wanted to do this,” he apologised. “Come here.”

He kissed her again, with his tongue, and his fingers touched and fondled her tits as if he was sampling fruits, testing which one he should get from the farmer’s market.

Her brain felt like it was melting and she was dizzy when he leaned her against her desk, and his hand came to her hips and then her leg, pulling it up, and Helaena rested it on top of her chair as his hand caressed her thigh.

She wanted more. And she knew he wanted it to, the way he moved was telling her that as well.

Aegon pulled away from her lips, giving her time and space to breathe for a moment before his hand found the gusset of her underwear, pushing it aside like he’d done it thousands of times before, and he kissed her right away again, his teeth scratching her lips as he seemed to want to devour her whole.

His fingers brushed up her folds and found her clit, and Helaena shuddered.

It wasn’t like she had ever touched herself before, but this was different. Aegon’s movements were practised, they were smart.

He pressed her sensitive bud deeply moving slowly, and she could feel herself getting wetter, and whined into his lips when he moved his touch down, rubbing her entrance in the same slow circles, making her see the heavens.

Her fingers tightened on his shirt and she wrapped her arms around him, not wanting him to ever step away from her, and chased his lips when he dared to pull them away from hers.

“Aegon,” she panted, trying to keep her voice down.

“Like this?” he asked, his breath hitting her skin.

Helaena’s lips parted more when he returned to her clit, every cell of her body startled awake.

“Yes.”

She was completely relying on his body now, her toes were the only thing touching the floor.

He rested his forehead on hers, but didn’t let her chase his lips.

“Say my name again.”

She squeezed his shirt again.

“Aegon.”

He pushed a finger into her slowly, and Helaena had to work her very best to stay as quiet as she could.

She tried to kiss him again, but her lips were barely on his before he kissed his way down her jaw and her neck, kissing her skin hungrily, biting and sucking her.

And he didn’t stop.

“Aegon,” she moaned, her mind slipping away.

He fucked her with two fingers, curling them against her sweet spot, stretching her more than Helaena had ever done on her own.

It was grand and heavenly, and gods, she could see why people wanted to do that so much and had so many kids.

She stared at the ceiling, clinging to him, crying when he pushed a third full finger into her.

“Aegon,” she pleaded.

Her legs shook.

Oh, she was so close, she could feel it.

Helaena didn’t even realise how loud she was being until the door of her bedroom slammed open, and she gasped when Mother walked inside with her face red and her eyes wide.

“Aegon,” she tried to warn him, but her slap on his shoulder did nothing.

Her brother raised his head from down her neck and turned to their mother as she rushed to hide behind his neck, but he didn’t stop!

“What are you doing?!” Mother nearly screamed.

“What you said I could do,” he said simply, the heel of his hand right against Helaena’s clit.

She clenched her hands on his shirt so tight she was sure she could rip it.

“Aegon-” she tried to plead.

“Shh,” he shushed her.

What he could….

What were they talking about?

“I said you could ask her to marry you, not that you could defile her!” Mother protested.

Helaena stiffened a moan, trying to stay quiet, but gods, it was so damn hard.

Aegon shrugged shamelessly, humming innocently.

“We decided to do things our way,” he said simply. “You said I could ask her to marry me and we would do things the Targaryen way if we wanted to.”

He moved his head away, lowering it, chasing her out of her hiding spot, and Helaena’s face was burning when he rubbed his nose along her cheek.

“And we like doing things the Targaryen way, don’t we?” he moved his other hand under her skirt, and she couldn’t control the way her body arched in reaction to his finger circling her clit.

“Aegon!” she whined at the same time Mother protested.

He chased and chased her face, until her forehead was against his and his purple eyes were locking with hers.

“Well, Helaena,” he gave her clit a tight circle. “Will you marry me?”

It was the straw that drop that broke the damn for her. Her whole body lit up and her muscles shuddered as she tipped into pleasure, releasing every bit of tension she’d been trying to hold.

“Yes,” she cried, clinging to him. “Yes, Aegon.”

He didn’t stop, fucking her and playing with her until Helaena was quivering and whining and whimpering, overwhelmed and slumped against him.

The door slammed and he pulled his fingers out of her, and she half watched him sucking them as she slowly dozed off on his shoulder. Surely, it couldn’t taste that good, right?

“How about we go to bed now?” he hummed.

Helaena rested against his chest, the feeling of it vibrating very soothing.

“Yeah,” she nodded.

Aegon wrapped his hands around her again, and he carried her down to her bed.

“Thank you,” she yawned, half asleep already.

He lifted her skirt, pulling her panties down and out of the way, and she smiled sleepily.

Oh, that was nice of him, they were all wet and weird now.

She shifted on her bed, turning and holding onto her pillow.

“Helaena?” Aegon called.

She didn’t think to wonder of what he could be asking her for.

It was gonna be a very good nap.

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“You wanna fuck?”

Aegon vaguely remembered their wedding day.

It was fast, really fast. Helaena was pretty in her dress, but he was half sure that was just Mother’s old wedding dress they had adjusted in the week between the day he had asked his sister to marry him and the day they were standing in the sept with their happy little family.

But at least her tits looked good in it. Helaena hated clothes touching the back of her neck, it was only fair they gave her something that showed off her goodies.

His goodies.

Well, not like his wife cared or something?

She didn’t talk to him the day after she fell asleep on her bed, and then Mother kept them apart the whole time they were preparing for the wedding. Something about wanting his sweet sister to stay pure enough she could wear white for the gods.

As if the gods cared.

He just used the celebration to party with his friends, and he even shared a beer with his nephew. Just one, though, he was all glued to his fiancé.

“What?” Helaena turned to him, finally taking her eyes out of her pink switch.

They were in dad’s private jet, off to their honeymoon after he spent the first day of their wedded life nursing his hangover.

“Fuck,” he told her. “We got this whole thing just for us,” he gestured around. “And someone else will clean it up after, anyway.”

She frowned her nose.

“No,” she declared, moving back to her game.

Aegon stared at her.

What?

But they were married now! No one was watching them! They could do whatever they wanted!

All of his girlfriends and the woman he paid liked entertaining him. She was his wife now!

And she was the one who said she wanted to marry him. Why wouldn’t she want to fuck him?

Why had he said yes to this? Now he was stuck for life, having to figure out how to play her confusing game and read her mind.

But gods, she was pretty, with those soft lips and big eyes and heavy tits…

His cock stirred awake.

And she had the most delicious pussy she had ever touched, the most delicious juices his lips ever feasted on.

Aegon palmed himself, looking at Helaena for some sympathy, but she had put on her noise-cancelling headphones!

What, she didn’t want to hear his voice anymore?

Did she even notice he was in pain?!

Her husband.

Not even fiancé anymore!

He got it the last time, he had tired her out, but she had slept plenty yesterday.

Aegon looked out the window, the noise of the turbines the only thing he could even hear, and he crossed his arms.

She was so unfair!

The last time he was able to even touch her was at their wedding. He used the time before their reception to at least get his tongue on her, but Mother was already knocking on the door and getting them to move because their guests were waiting and blah blah blah.

He’d made her cum on his tongue. Did she want him to enjoy sex too?

This was fucking torture!

He pulled his cock out – he’d told Cabin Crew they wanted privacy already, and he wanted Helaena to see him.

He stretched himself on the big seat by her side, closing her eyes, trying to think of his many other conquests.

Tilly and her big ass, with the dragon tattoo down her thigh. Bella and her little tits, he could fit them in his mouth.

But gods, they all paled in comparison to Helaena.

They were all so easy, throwing themselves on him, showing them their cards right away.

He stroked himself, remembering the taste of his wife in his mouth.

He’d plucked every single sound she’d ever made for him with such prideful effort.

She’d asked him for his kiss, when he proposed to her. She was not a whore, she was his sister.

He’d not even seen her tits naked, but they were already the most beautiful tits he knew, so perfectly plump and soft to the touch – all hers, his little wife never needed any surgeon’s help.

Aegon let his fingers drag over the tip of his cock, stroking just the head.

Oh, her walls milked his fingers when they were inside her, eagerly taking one by one.

He couldn’t wait to get them around his cock.

Dad had made him get tested before marrying her, as if Aegon was some irresponsible piece of shit.

But it meant he could get into his wife bare and all.

Fuck, he would look so fucking good pregnant. With her tits and ass so big, her belly so round. Aegon would make her ride him, as she loved him so dearly.

He came all over his own hand with that image on his mind, her milky tits bouncing just for him.

He was still panting and euphoric when he turned to look at her, but Helaena had not even noticed, she was just playing her little game.

Aegon groaned, cleaning himself lazily with some napkins and tossing them on the floor, and he was nice enough to tuck himself into his pants before calling over a stewardess.

“Yes, Mr Targaryen,” the woman smiled, and he was too sour to entertain her.

“Alcohol. The strongest thing you have,” he commanded. “Now.”

She left, and took too fucking long to come back.

“Cristal Vinothèque 1999,” the stewardess introduced the stupid bottle to him. “We also have it in rosé, Mrs Targaryen’s favourite.”

Aegon glared at her as she poured the two cups.

“Leave the bottle.”

Of course his parents would only let him have champagne in this stupid jet ride.

He waved her off, taking his glass and downing it, and he must have bumped into her Helaena, because she finally looked at him.

“Oh, no, thank you,” his wife spoke up, moving right back to her game.

Of course not, she hated bubbles.

So he took her glass too, emptied it, and put it back into the ice bucket before taking the bottle for himself, nursing him as he slacked on his chair.

At least he was able to pick where they would go. Ibiza was way better than their stiff life.

The beaches were clean and beautiful and stretched for ages, the night was full of partying…

Unsurprisingly, the champagne did little to nothing to him in that long ass trip, but eventually they were finally about to land.

“Finally,” he groaned.

Helaena moved at his side, at last, and he watched her put her game back into her fancy bag and clench the arm rest when they started descending, sighing, frustrated.

He didn’t say anything, just taking her hand and keeping staring forward, and she squeezed him like a lifeline as his belly filled up with butterflies.

Yeah, landing always sucked.

They were finally on the ground and the turbines had stopped when she took off her noise-cancelling headphones, pausing as if to test the room before storing them as well, moving her hand right to his again, and he shook his head.

“What do we do now?” his wife asked.

He was ready to answer her, but paused, kicking the crusty napkin near his foot for a moment.

Mother was always the one who dealt with everything when they travelled, he didn’t even know what they did instead of just getting into the car.

“Hey,” he called the stewardess. “Are you the one who unloads our luggage.”

The woman smiled stiffly to him.

“Our teams does it, yes, sir,” she confirmed. “Do you a snack while you wait?”

What, was he a kid? Why would he want a snack.

“I do,” Helaena whispered by his side. “Mother said she made sure they have my candy.”

He sighed.

“Candy will do.”

It took forty-five to get into the car and Aegon had to handle a bunch of questions, show their passports, get their luggage through their inspection, but finally, they got to just get into the car that was going to take them to their vacation house.

It was… nice. Doing it all.

Aegon wasn’t a child, yeah, but he was a billionaire! Well, that Targaryen family was a billionaire family, but those were technicalities. He never had to deal with anything serious in his life before, everyone always did it for him, be it Mother or an assistant or staff.

But now it was him and Helaena, and it did make him feel nice and warm to just take care of her. It gave him the butterflies to think she was depending on him now, it made him feel important.

So maybe he made a note to what candy she liked, so he could get her more of it.

The house in Ibiza had something to do with uncle Daemon he couldn’t quite recall, either he bought it or found or built it… something something, not wanting to stay in the family resort. He could be a fucking cunt, but he knew how to party before he became a boring father.

“How long until we’re there?” he asked the driver after they’d been in the road for far too fucking long.

“About 20 minutes, sir.”

Aegon groaned. Another 20 minutes? But they’d been in that plane for ages, and they’d spent forever trying to get out of the airport!

He looked at Helaena, but she was just fidgeting with her own nails, quiet. She hated long trips, even more than he did.

Well, if they had had sex, then they would both be enjoying some blissful post-orgasmic nap right now, but no, she wanted to play with her game in the plane.

He scoffed and grabbed her hand with his, resting his own on her soft thigh. It was best she fidget with something that weren’t her cuticles, she said it herself that her gel nails were pretty and she was afraid of ruining them.

She played with his fingers quietly, bending and counting, just distracting herself for the next few minutes.

Helaena leaned into his shoulder quietly, exhaling as she cosied up to him, and Aegon softened.

He really didn’t understand her.

She didn’t want to have sex, but she did this?

Aegon looked at her, and Helaena had her eyes closed, and she was dozing off already on his shoulder, and he couldn’t get mad at her for that.

He adjusted himself and held onto her hand, massaging it slowly, playing a little bit with the fatty little bit of her palm.

Her skin was very soft.

He watched the way as they moved through the road, and couldn’t help himself when they walked past the first gates, turning his head and pressing his lips to her head.

“Helaena,” he called, speaking against her skin.

She made a little sound, almost similar to the sounds he had plucked from her lips when she was trying to hold back her moans.

“We’re almost home.”

She breathed in, nosing his neck, and he felt a shiver running up his back.

Oh, he liked that.

Aegon leaned in, running his nose over hers until Helaena gave in and let him kiss her, and he kissed and kissed her until they finally stopped.

Oh, this was going to be a good honeymoon.

Aegon jumped out of the car, already seeing the buggy he’d rented for their time there.

“Mr Targaryen, Mrs Targaryen,” a man greeted them. “Welcome.”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks,” he held onto Helaena’s hand. “Is the house just ours?”

“The team is waiting for your requests,” he informed him.

He kept talking, but Aegon was looking around, and caught sight of their hotel right at the end of a big stretch of property.

“We got free access to the hotel?”

“There’s some security, but you two are allowed to circulate on both spaces, yes,” he confirmed. “You have passed inside the house for the VIP areas of the hotel.”

“Yes,” he celebrated.

Helaena leaned into him resting her hand on his shoulder and speaking into his ear.

“I’m gonna get inside,” she mumbled.

She walked off and Aegon clapped his hands.

Ibiza, they had arrived!

He shed from his jacket as he walked inside, leaving the staff to do their job. It was a nice house, with AC and big windows and a really nice view.

And it was empty. No parents, no annoying brothers.

It was the dream!

Aegon rushed upstairs, trying to find their suit.

Time to dress for the place, of course.

“Helaena?” he called.

He walked into one of the rooms, but it was too small, and empty.

“Helaena?” he called again.

“In our room,” his wife called.

Aegon followed her voice, and damn, their suit was beautiful.

It was so fucking big, the bed was huge and there was even a couch. They had a TV, a big walk in closet, and a huge balcony.

“Nice,” he looked around.

He opened his suitcase, looking for something fresher.

“What are you doing over there?” he asked.

Why was she taking so long in the bathroom?

“Let’s go to the hotel,” he called her. “It’s the high season!”

He got no answer, and took off his shirt, getting a new one.

“Can you get my back?” she called him.

Aegon raised his eyebrows.

Oh?

She had already changed?

He tossed his shirt away, walking into the bathroom, but she wasn’t wearing a bikini.

Helaena was facing away from him with her hair up and just in little shorts.

And covered with sunscreen. He could see the thing shining on her skin as she rubbed it over her neck, she looked like a slug!

“Ew, what are you doing?” he stopped.

She turned to him, and at least her face wasn’t all white.

“It’s too sunny!” his wife protested.

“It’s Ibiza!” he argued back. “Of course it is sunny.”

Did she plan to spend their whole honeymoon covered up in that?!

Heleana frowned and showed him the tub of sunscreen with a 100 on the front.

“You want to go out,” she reminded him. “The buggy doesn’t even have a cover. So if we want to go out, then I need to protect my skin.”

He went to take the tub, looking at the folded blue shirt waiting for her, and when he grabbed it, it was one of those thick UV shit that covered her from neck to wrists.

“You’re not even wearing a bikini?” he grabbed the sunscreen, squirting the thing on his hand. “Where is the fun in that?”

His wife just faced away from him, crossing her arms over her chest before he could even get a glimpse.

“Not getting skin cancer is fun.”

He sighed. Gods, she was so… Helaena.

“You’re twenty, you never even went out in the sun,” he reminded her, rubbing the back of her shoulders. “You think you get skin cancer from a flash of sunlight?”

“I don’t plan on getting it ever,” she shrugged. “And I had a sunburn before, it’s not fun either. I don’t want to spend our whole honeymoon red like a dried shrimp.”

He frowned.

“Wouldn’t it be a fried shrimp?” he corrected her.

“Shrimp gets lighter when it cooks,” she explained. “They are redder when they are dry.”

Yeah, that actually made sense.

He moved his hands down her back, the long stretch of pale, soft and flawless skin, losing some of his focus as he moved to the slight dip of her waist.

What a beautiful, beautiful back his wife had.

“Is your back the only spot the needs sunscreen?” he hummed, taking more sunscreen, moving his thumb up her beautiful spine.

Helaena looked at him over her shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” he moved his hand to her belly, and she was as soft as he knew her to be. “I should probably make sure you’re spread it thoroughly, right?”

He moved his hand up sliding hers again, and she didn’t resist him.

“I think you missed some spots...” Aegon decided.

Oh, those tits. Aegon loved her tits, since he was just a teen and watched them swell.

And now they were right in his hand, and he could see them naked.

He squeezed and fondled them, enjoying every bit of soft flesh, teasing her pale pink nipples – he knew they were the colour of her lips! Ha.

“We don’t you getting burnt,” he pressed his cock to her ass, and Helaena let her head rest on his shoulders, her lovely lips already parted open.

So sensitive.

He ran his short nails over her skin and she grabbed the fabric of his pants, squeezing it, holding onto him.

So fleshy, so delicious.

Fuck, he wanted to fuck them so badly, they would take his cock so well.

Aegon ground his ass against her sweet ass.

“We can always get to bed,” he offered, biting her earlobe. “Have some fun out of the sun.”

She squirmed a little, arching her chest, and Aegon pinched one of her nipples, moving his lips down her neck, and the moment he gave her neck a suck, he got all that damn sunscreen on his mouth.

“Helaena,” he chocked out. “Ew, oh my gods.”

Aegon pulled away quickly, the weird taste taking his mind right out of his thoughts, and he quickly got a bunch of mouthwash to clear up his lips and tongue.

“You knew I had sunscreen on,” she justified herself, already crossing her arms over her chest again.

He rolled his eyes.

How did they always end up like that? Every time something sexy was happening, something came up and interrupted him before he could get his part.

“And you should put some on too,” she pointed at him.

But Aegon just groaned.

“I don’t want to go out anymore,” he scoffed.

His wife lit up.

“Really?” she asked.

That had all soured his mood.

“I’m hungry anyway.”

She smiled largely, clearly way too happy.

Of course she was happy.

He walked off to their room again, trying to figure out the remote as he tossed himself into the bed, laying down on it as he heard the sound of the shower running.

And she didn’t even invite him!

Well, at least she wasn’t upset by the change of plans. Actually, Helaena always loved it when mother cancelled plans that involved her, but she rarely did it once she realised it wasn’t a threat for them, and in fact it would be more of a punishment to drag them with her for whatever she was doing than not if they were being horrible.

Aegon sulked, waiting for Helaena to speak up and call him.

He could wash her back, or shampoo her hair, or eat her out under the shower once she had cleaned up all that stupid sunscreen from her body.

It was their honeymoon! They were supposed to be partying and fucking like rabbits.

Rhaenyra knew how to have a honeymoon. Wasn’t little Aegon born literally 9 months after their wedding?

Actually, his sister and his uncle knew how to fuck.

Once, when Aegon was a teen and they were all in a holiday together and they had just had his little snotty thing, he walked in on them fucking, but they didn’t notice him.

That had to have been Aegon’s sexual awakening, for real.

Sure he’d seen boobs before, and had some vague idea of what sex was, but… what was quite the introduction.

Daemon had his fingers inside her mouth, and he didn’t know what he was saying, but she really looked like she liked it, because she could barely keep quiet.

And her tits…

Well, they were only second to Helaena’s tits.

So maybe after that, he started liking the Targaryen traditions more than he first did. And when he was so close to Helaena, it was only natural his eyes were opened to her.

And fuck it, he wanted to show her off even more than his uncle showed Rhaenyra.

His sister was pregnant back to back, but they stopped, probably because she was old.

But he and Helaena were young. He could keep her pregnant again and again…

He closed his eyes, too tired to bother to touch himself to his thoughts, but he would be lying if they didn’t make him drift off even more happily.

Aegon was already half gone when felt the bed dipping and Helaena crawling over to him, still feeling wet from the shower, but he was so gone he couldn’t open his eyes.

He just wrapped an arm around her and let Helaena tuck herself into his neck the way she seemed to like, and his lips twitched up a little when she put her arms and leg over his body, practically laying on top of him as if he was a giant pillow.

Well… Aegon quite liked that.

Chapter Text

Helaena clapped happily to herself as she set up the little kitchen table with the fruits and fresh bread, sniffing the jams as the smell of the waffles filled the room.

She was making breakfast on her own.

It was her kitchen, in her house - for her honeymoon – and she could just do whatever she wanted with it, and take the time she needed, and would not have to put up everyone being annoying.

She smiled to herself; she quite liked it this, it would be nice to have her own home space.

Helaena stacked the waffles very carefully and got a plate for Aegon and one for herself.

First they would eat fruits, and then they would have the waffles, and then there were some eggs and she would have a slice of bacon to clear up her mouth so she would taste the juice without the sugar in her mouth.

Aegon walked in, but he didn’t quite focus on anything at all.

Her husband walked into the kitchen with a hand rubbing his eye and his face, his hair just as messy as it was when she left him in bed, and just grabbed the carton of orange juice before sitting on the chair.

“Morning,” she waited, standing on her spot.

Helaena was wearing an apron.

Had he noticed she was wearing an apron?

She stood a little taller as he looked around the table.

“I didn’t know you cooked,” he sniffed the juice in the carton, but his eyes seemed to focus somewhere else for a moment. “Oh, blueberry.”

Aegon reached up, grabbing a handful of it, and she got the glasses from the cupboard, putting them on the table.

“Mum doesn’t think I can, but Rhaenyra taught me to make breakfast when mum and dad went out in that trip to Bravos,” she told him. “And I cook for him when she’s in Old Town. He likes my waffles.”

Dad always asked for her waffles when mum travelled. He said they were better than the ones the cook made. It was their thing.

He grabbed the waffles and put them on his plate, and she waited for him to say something.

But he just ate.

Helaena slouched, and sat down.

She eyed him as she made her plate of fruits. Didn’t he like it?

He chewed, slouched on the couch, and she kept her eyes to herself as she ate her berries, stabbing them with her long gel nail.

They were very pretty. Not too practically, but very pretty.

“The waffles are really good,” he spoke up, finally, with his mouthful.

Helaena tucked her chin in, feeling a little warm inside as she chewed her fruit.

Well, it wasn’t a thank you, but knowing him-

“Strawberry,” Aegon spoke up. “Nice.”

He reached across the table and stabbed one of her fruits with his fork.

“Aegon!” she whined.

Gods, it was like they were 12 and 10 all over again. Didn’t he ever change?

“You’re not eating it,” he teased her smirking.

She glared at him, making a face, and he just grinned as he chewed.

“Is that bacon I smell?” he asked looked around for it.

“In the oven,” she ate her blueberries. “To eat after the waffles.”

“You didn’t fry them?” he asked, and when she looked at him he looked a bit confused.

Helaena shook her head.

“I can’t fry anything,” she shrugged.

He hummed, a bit surprised.

“I’ll do them next,” Aegon decided. “I’ve fried eggs before.”

He had?

She ate the rest of the fruit, and she was just halfway through the waffle when the over warned them of the bacon and he took it.

“We’re gonna go to the beach today,” he informed her.

Helaena stiffened up.

Oh.

Well.

“I don’t have a swimsuit,” she cut off her waffle, spreading some jam on it.

He came to her right away.

“Wait, what?” Aegon stopped, still wearing the oven mints, flabbergasted. “Didn’t you shop for a whole new wardrobe to come here? It’s Ibiza, you need a swimsuit! How come you didn’t pack any?”

But she shrugged.

“I didn’t want to go swimming,” she explained. “I don’t like the algae touching me.”

He raised his eyebrows high.

“You didn’t want to swim?”

“Well, I don’t want to go swimming,” she added. “So I don’t need a swimsuit. And when we go out in the sun, I got my UV shirts and my hats.”

He kept staring at her, shocked.

“We have a pool,” Aegon pointed outside. “Without algae.”

Helaena looked out to where he was pointing at.

They had?

“Why would someone put a pool in a house that faces the ocean?” she turned back to him. “Besides, that doesn’t change my mind.”

Aegon deflated.

“Because they probably knew our family has a tendency,” he shrugged. “Or cause they wanted to skinny dip.”

She shook her head.

“No skinny dipping either,” she continued eating her waffles.

He groaned, moving, and she could see he was putting the mittens away.

When he came back, Helaena was ready for him to sit down and give up on it, but he kept talking.

“It’s fine!” her husband protested. “It’s just water, it’s not different than a bathtub.”

She turned to the side, ready to correct him – because bathtubs didn’t have chlorine and weren’t under the sun, and she could control the water temperature.

But… his crotch was right there.

Aegon was wearing some red boxers and they were… very fitting.

Helaena was half used to seeing him shirtless, and his chest was nice, and his stomach was nice, and…

And his underwear was nice.

And what he was hiding in his underwear was nice.

“Look, I know you don’t like new stuff, and you hate change,” he stepped away, walking side to side, and that broke her trance a little bit. “And you’ve been that way since we were kids and it’s because of your… neuro… develop...” he struggled.

“Autism,” she corrected him.

Mum hated the word, but it was the actual thing.

Aegon paused, and seemed surprised but also… understanding.

“Oh, so that’s why mother uses hard words,” he snapped his fingers.

Yeah, mum hadn’t gotten used to it, no.

“Well, anyway,” he continued, stopping close to her again, and there was his bulge in all it’s glory. “You are not going to stay inside all day. And we’re not even… going to… you know.”

Helaena frowned, looking up at his face. Had she missed any words?

“What?” she asked.

His eyes focused on hers, and Helaena waited.

Aegon breathed crossed his arms, looking right away from her face.

“I’m going out for a bit,” her brother decided.

Helaena frowned, looking at his plate.

He hadn’t touched the bacon.

Oh, well.

“Okay,” she got another waffle.

The kitchen became silent, and she just heard him stepping away as she continued with her breakfast plan, and he got into the buggy right as she was having her bacon.

Well, he liked the beach, and she liked staying inside.

She didn't meant to upset him, but he could always enjoy it without her.

Helaena put some waffles and bacon in the microwave for him and put the fruit and juice in the fridge, and she washed and cleaned up everything, and left the kitchen as perfectly clean as ever.

She put on her sunscreen – being indoors didn’t protect anyone from the sun - and found her hat and her glass jars.

Ibiza had to have its own bugs, right?

Helaena used the thirty minutes times to organise her equipments to go look, but just as it was over, the heard the door slamming open.

“Honey, I’m home,” he called out in a dramatic voice, like a show on TV.

Already?

She set her things aside to go see him, but he just rushed into their room with a big shopping bag.

“And I got you something.”

He closed the door, and poured the contents out on their bed with a grin on his face.

“I wasn’t sure of your size, but I guess you’re a medium?” he asked.

Halaena looked down at the contents, confused.

Were those…. Bikinis?

“I went with a medium, cause you don’t eel like a small.”

She frowned.

“Well, I’m a bottom medium,” she frowned.

Why did he get her bikinis?!

Aegon pulling the out of the little coxes and showed them to her.

They were tiny.

“I got them for you,” he told her. “I got them right, then?”

Helaena lifted a top, and the triangle was barely, barely, twice the size of her nipples.

“I’m not sure.”

He looked right at her face and his eyes were shining with excitement.

Helaena sighed.

“Try them on,” he asked. “Please? Let me see?”

“Fine,” she mumbled.

She roamed through them, unsure, and he pushed a pair into her hands.

“This one.”

Helaena changed in the bathroom, and it was a bit weird to look down at herself in the bikini.

She’d gotten waxed for the wedding and the honeymoon – not totally, because she was not gonna get naked if front of a random woman, even if she was her own room – so she looked like she would see someone at the beach, with the bottoms.

And they covered her… fine?

They were bikini bottoms.

But the top.

That was a flimsy top, she could barely hide her chest in it. The cups had to be, what, two sizes too small?

“Aegon,” she walked out of the bathroom. “It’s too small.”

He was standing by the door, and looked with a huge grin, and Helaena tired to adjust the piece to cover herself more, but her boobs just spilled from the other side.

“That looks so perfect,” Aegon laughed.

Why was he laughing? Gods, he looked like a kid who’d just seen candy for the first time.

“It’s tiny, I’m spilling out.”

“It’s why it’s perfect,” he grinned even more, stripping off his shirt while fully staring at her tits.

He turned around, and she was ready to go back into the bathroom to change back into something that actually fit her, but he just dropped his pants and she froze, staring at his ass.

Aegon had a really nice ass.

She swallowed down, expecting him to turn around, but he just put something new on.

His… swimming trunks?

“Aegon!” she protested, stepping up to him. “I’m not going into the pool!”

But he just turned around to her with a big cat grin, and moved so fast she was suddenly tossed over his shoulder and high up in the air.

“You’re gonna thank me later, trust me!” he walked them out of the room, not even seeming to struggle to carry her out.

“Aegon!” Helaena slapped his back.

But she held onto him when he practically ran down the stairs, holding her arms out in case he slipped and she had to protect her face, but he didn’t.

She heard the sliding door open and felt a hit of hot air and the hot sun on her butt before she could scream, and felt herself just falling down into the poor – which basically gave her just a few seconds to catch as much oxygen as possible before she was under the water.

Helaena closed her eyes shut, and heard the echo of a big splash.

She swum up, pushing her hair out of the way before opening her eyes, and Aegon was just right there, laughing his ass off with his arms spread.

“See?” he exclaimed. “It’s not to bad!”

She glared at him, wanting to complain but… it wasn’t too bad.

But her hair was all wet now!

She pushed it back from her face, frowning.

“If my hair turns green, it’s gonna be your fault!” she warned him.

But Aegon just grinned like a full, looking right down at her and pulling her closer again.

“I think you got something more important to worry about,” he decided, moving his fingers over her bikini pulling it back to place.

Helaena covered her breasts with her hands instantly.

“I told you it was tiny!”

“I told you it’s perfect,” he grinned much more, not taking his hand again, just tugging on her string between her boobs playfully. “No one else is really gonna see it, who cares?”

Helaena rolled her eyes.

“If I have clothes, I want to wear them,” she corrected him. “They aren’t disposable.”

Didn’t he know that?

“Well, you can go naked too,” Aegon shrugged, as if it was an answer. “I like seeing you naked. I’d rather have you naked all the time.’

Helaena tilted her head.

Well, that wasn’t practical.

“That’s cause you’re my husband,” she pointed out. “I can’t go out naked. I’m pretty sure it’s a crime to be naked in some occasions.”

Aegon just shrugged more.

“Well, just don’t get out,” he said simply. “I can get us a place like this, and you can just live naked, with your feet up and not having to even step out of our property.”

Helaena blinked, confused again.

That was stupid and it did not work at all.

But Aegon smirked and leaned into her a bit.

“I could keep you barefoot and pregnant,” he offered. “What do you think?”

She watched him, breathing in, looking up at his face.

Oh. Sex, yes.

She got a shot after she got engagement to him, which was her doctor’s idea. Mum didn’t agree, but she also didn’t complain – Helaena was an adult, she was the one who should pick when she had kids.

And it was nice to know she was free to spend some time with Aegon before they eventually had kids.

She bit her lip, looking down at his lips, waiting for him to kiss her again.

It felt really nice when he was touching her boobs.

But his eyes looked away from her suddenly, and Aegon raised his eyebrows.

“Look!” he pointed.

Helaena turned around right away, and gasped when she saw what he was pointing at.

A dragonfly!

She stepped to it, surprised.

Oh, it looked so pretty.

Helaena rested on the border of the pool, watching it from her spot, not moving too much to not scare the bug.

“I got jars to get a bug from here,” she told Aegon. “But I don’t know if it’s legal.”

He chuckled from behind her.

“Why would it be?”

She shrugged.

“Something about ecosystems,” she recalled.

But dragonflies weren’t rare back home either.

She would need to figure if this one was of a species that was fine for home too.

She could hear as Aegon moving behind her, sloshing the water and wrapping his arms all around her, swaying side to side, and Helaena just let him.

It was nice.

He could touch her. She liked being touched by him.

And it was nice that it wasn’t sexual, it was just… touching.

She moved a little, and held onto his hand before he pulled away.

“Come here,” she cooed the dragonfly, trying to lure it closer as she dragged him with her. “Come on.”

She stretched out her arm and her hand, and it took flight.

Slowly, it landed on her finger, and Helaena smiled as it danced along her hand, and she could see the blue reflexes of it.

“So pretty,” she whispered.

The firefly left, flying away from her hand, but she wasn’t unhappy with that.

Nice.

“See?” Aegon asked. “It’s not bad.”

Helaena giggled, feeling so calm and nice. She felt really light.

She turned around, throwing her arms over his shoulder before leaning in, and she gave his lips a long kiss before pulling away, and Aegon followed her with his lips pursued before she splashed the water of her face.

“Hey!” her husband took his face back.

Helaena squirmed out of his touch and swum away from him, diving into the water.

Well… it really was freeing.

She opened her eyes under the water, and there he was, coming right after her with a grin and his eyes squinted up.

Yeah.

This was what she was thinking when she got asked about a boyfriend.

Chapter Text

Aegon downed a shot as the music made his torso vibrate, and moved his neck along with it.

That was it, that was why he chose to spend his honeymoon there.

Ibiza, baby!

He got a second shot glass, trying to keep it straight and from tipping as he tried to find Helaena, already in a good buzz after nursing some few glasses of a few things.

Honestly, she should start wearing one of those headbands with a light on top, cause it felt like he was always losing her tonight. He’d moved away from her twice for drink twice and she found another place every time!

They spent their morning in the pool and it was super fun, so he managed to convince her to get down there and club! He had great ideas, and clubbing was another one of those.

Finally, he found her near the bathrooms, all crowded against a wall even though no one was even brushing up against her.

“There you go,” he put the glass into her hand, and it was half gone, but there was some still there!

Helaena looked down at his hand and shook her head.

“No, thanks,” she crossed her arms. “I’m okay.”

Aegon rolled his eyes.

“Relax,” he waved the drink in front of her. “We are free! It’s just us! No parents to bog us out, no Aemond or Daeron to annoy us!”

He nudged her hand with the cup, and she just took it without moving much more.

“We can let lose and have all kinds of fun.”

Helaena lowered her head and he smirked, leaning into her, pushing her hair out of the way and kissing her pretty neck.

“I’m sure we can find a little spot to escape to as well,” he hummed into her skin, trying to find her sweet spot. “Kill what’s killing us?”

Aegon’s been fucking starving for her, come on.

Someone bumped into him right as he did, and he groaned what he moved away.

“What, she’s my wife!” he argued.

He could kiss her neck!

Something wet fell on him, and the drink just spilled into his clothes and hers as Helaena rushed to cover her ears, already curling around herself like a shell.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he apologised, grabbing the glass from where it was tangled into her clothes, and turned to the guy. “Look what you did!”

He looked… well, like any dude would look, but short and with red hair and all pink from the sun, Aegon didn’t really care.

“Dude, I just asked for the bathroom,” he moved, just crowing Helaena more.

She practically jumped out of the way, and Aegon shoved him before he could crowd her more, wavering a little. Oh, the alcohol there was good.

“Let’s just go,” she spoke behind him, sounding pained.

Go? They had just gotten there.

“Look what you did!” he pushed the guy off.

They were having fun, she was doing fine!

“Aegon!”

He ignored her call, and maybe the guy tried to swing or maybe not, Aegon was maybe a little too drunk to care. All he knew was that his fist hit something hard and that guy was knocked onto the floor.

Great.

Well… only for a second.

Someone grabbed him from behind, and he was ready to turn and reassure Helaena it was fine, but he was dragged out.

“Hey!” he tried to get himself out of whoever was holding him.

It didn’t work, he was just shoved onto the floor and out!

What?

No!

He turned around on the floor and the security guard was walking back and away from him as Helaena approached him calmly.

“Do you know who I am?” he tried to stand up. “I owe the fucking hotel!”

Aegon slipped on wet puddle, falling with his ass on the ground.

“I’m a Targaryen!”

His family practically owned that side of town!

“You’re a drunk Targaryen,” Helaena said simply, already focused on her phone. “And I’m a tired Targaryen.”

Aegon held onto the light post to stand up still, a bit dizzy.

Tired, tired tired.

“Of course you’re tired,” he groaned, stumbling a little to stand fully. “You’re always tired!”

He turned to look at her, annoyed.

“I’m tired,” he mocked her voice. “You are bored out of your mind! Cause you can’t enjoy a damn thing!”

Helaena didn’t even move, just staring at him with that dead fish look on her face, not even seeming affected. She was just bored!

She was always bored.

“You just want to stay in your room, pretending no one else exists,” he yelled at her face. “Someone always has to drag you out.”

Helaena lowered her eyes back to the phone and then looked to the street as a black car rolled out.

“That’s our car,” she said simply.

‘That’s our car’. That was her answer?

Not even a single rise of emotion?

“Do you even like me?” he mumbled, but she didn’t even look at him.

Mother was probably the one who put her into this. She spent days on Aegon’s ear about how he had to marry her, because they were Targaryens and they were strong together and it would do something, something, blah blah blah.

He bet she thought it was going to change him or tame him. She had probably promised a bunch of things to Helaena if she accepted to endure him.

Aegon stumbled into the back seat of the car, but Helaena didn’t follow him, she just sat on the front.

He slumped on the car, until they got home and he dragged himself in, falling face first into the carpet.

She stopped by his side, walked back and closed the door, and came back to Aegon.

“Come on,” she called, touching his arm. “I’ll help you out.”

But he pulled his arm out of her reach, pushing her off of him.

He pursed his lips, annoyed.

“Bitch,” he mumbled, though the word felt weird in his mouth.

Well, it worked to get people away from him.

Helaena stopped, and he just expected her to walk away, but she didn’t.

“I don’t want you to be mean to me,” she spoke, at last. “I don’t like it.”

Aegon turned around, standing up, glaring up at her.

Well, there were a lot of things Aegon didn’t like!

“How else am I supposed to get you to listen to me?!” he stood up, using the table counter thing to help himself up.

She looked at him with that same dead look.

“I listen!” Helaena argued. “I just don’t know what you want! You never say it!”

He stared at her, both confused and shocked.

What?

“You don’t...” he started, and stared at her.

That was fucking stupid!

“How can you not know what I want?!” he shouted back. “How is it not obvious, what I want?”

They were married?

They have been married for three days, and all he had done was kiss her a few times!

This was their honeymoon, but she didn’t want to act like a wife with him! This was Ibiza, but she hated everything that made Ibiza into Ibiza!

She hated everything!

She probably hated him as well, everyone did.

He stared at her for a moment and slumped against the counter behind him.

“I want you to tell me you love me,” the words spilled out of him.

No one ever loved him.

His parents only barely tolerated him, and his brothers absolutely hated him.

But Helaena…

She was herself, yeah. She was never hostile to him, she just treated him normal.

And then she asked him to kiss her properly. She was his sister, not a whore, he remembered the words.

But he couldn’t understand her for the life of him!

She was probably gonna walk away and treat him as the stupid pathetic-

“Aegon, I do love you,” Helaena spoke, breaking him from his thoughts.

Aegon looked up, nearly snapping his neck.

“I really do,” she insisted.

And he waited for the ‘but’ after it. The addition, but it never came.

His lips curled down against his will, and he was suddenly seeing everything blurred.

Aegon sniffed, taking his hand up to try to dry his face.

“I love you too,” he spoke out, and he sounded so stupid and whiny and slurred out.

Helaena walked to him, and he tried to stand up fully, but he was still dizzy.

“I’m a mess!” he cried. “I’m a fucked up mess and I ruin everything, but I love you.”

She touched his arm, not quite saying anything as he looked up at her face.

His wife.

She was so pretty.

“I like your weird ass hobbies, and the way you just don’t do anything just cause you have to,” he sniffed. “You’re this… enduring mystery. I like getting to know you. I like to think I’ll know bits of you no one will.”

Helaena leaned in to him and placed a kiss on his head quietly.

Aegon cried, unable to keep it to himself.

And she loved him.

No one ever loved him.

She took him by the hand, just leading him up to their room and their bed, and he just kicked off his shoes before laying down.

He was out when his head his the pillow.

Aegon vaguely remembered Helaena cuddling up to him while he slept, but she wasn’t there when he woke up, so he just washed up and dress up before going down for breakfast.

She was wearing the same apron as yesterday, in a pretty little sundress and with the table all set, just like yesterday.

“I left the bacon for you to fry,” Helaena told him, taking a waffle from the waffle maker.

Aegon watched her for a moment, frowning.

He wanted to fuck her.

Like, he really wanted to fuck her.

“I want to have sex,” he told her.

Helaena raised her eyes from her work, and her face was just blank.

“Okay.”

Aegon blinked, surprised and a tad bit confused.

“Okay?” he asked.

She looked back at breakfast and then at him.

“Can we eat first?” she asked simply. “I’m hungry.”

He blinked, and nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

Helaena walked down to the table with a little bowl of fruit and a little stack of waffles, and she had made just the same thing to him.

Aegon tried not to look weird as he ate by her side.

Well, this was their third day of honeymoon, they only had so many days.

And the first two were… their own thing.

He moved on his spot, uncomfortable.

He asked her to have sex and she just said okay? Did she even-

But he squeezed his eyes shut.

No. Wait.

Aegon breathed in and then out.

"Do you want to have sex?" he asked, trying to keep his voice straight. "Actively."

Helaena turned to look at him, just chewing her food, and swalloed down.

"Of course," she confirmed. "I wouldn't say yes if I didn't want to."

He processed it for a moment.

"Since when?"

She shrugged.

"The day after I went to see my doctor," she told him. "And then the morning after we got married, before we left to board the plane, but everything was too crazy. A bit in the pool, I think. 30 minutes ago when I woke up and saw you."

Aegon stared at her, wide eyed and with his mouth just slack open.

She did?!

All of those times?!

"Why don't you act like it?" he asked. "People who want sex are uncontrolled, they are obvious, they are... they show it."

Helaena thought for a moment, menacing with her head.

"Well, I don't know when it is appropriate to ask," she said simply. "It feels like everything in social cues has to be done in some way. I never had sex before, I don't know what the clues are."

He opened and closed his mouth, still shocked.

Oh, dammit.

"I... well..." he stuttered.

Dude!

"I'd fuck you in front of our family if you asked," Aegon exclaimed. "I'd just bend you in the fucking sept if I could."

Helaena started giggling, setting her food down, and she looked so... free.

"We kinda did it in front of mother! " she reminded him.

Aegon laughed with her.

Oh, gods, they did.

He licked his lips, moving to her, pulling her chair back a bit and earning a little gasp.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Aegon teased her, spreading her legs from behind, kissing her neck.

She'd eaten enough, right? He could get her more food later.

Aegon remembered the way her walls squeezed around his fingers, how much she dripped down his hand. And her moans... gods, her moans.

"You liked it so much..." he teased into her ear, pulling her skirt up and out of the way, touching her inner thigh. "Showing off how much you wanted your big brother to finger fuck you."

And her skin was so soft and smooth now, he remembered how she had prepared herself for him before the wedding. But didn't she know she liked her in every way? He still remembered feeling her fine hairs raising as he made her shiver.

She spread more of her legs on her own, even looking surprised.

"I could have bent you down right at that stupid party and you would be happy, wouldn't you?" he moved his hand up her thigh, and he felt her shivering. "Show off to the others too. Mother doesn't need to be the only one who deserves a little show."

Her pale skin bloomed pink, and he could see her pulling her lower lip in a bite, which was enough of an incentive for him to just get on his knees between her legs and push her seat fully away from the table.

She could enjoy her breakfast while he enjoyed his own.

Aegon tugged on her panties and pulled them down and out of the way, tossing them somewhere in the kitchen before just pushing her sundress enough that he could fit in there.

Helaena was already glistening when he spread her thighs more and pulled one over his shoulder, and Aegon ran his nose over her sweet curls. She smelt so fucking good.

He stuck out his tongue, licking her from her sweet entrance and up, and Helaena alrightly squeaked.

Aegon smirked. Well, he liked that.

He spread her with his thumbs, running them up her folds and spreading her wetness, licking her up slowly, just tasting her.

But he wasn't too patient, anyway, he needed more than just a little taste. He pushed his tongue into her to lick her up, taking every droplet and she gave it to him happily.

It was a fucking boost to his ego when she pushed her fingers into his hair, grasping the chair as Aegon pulled her closer. He licked up her swollen clit with his whole tongue, in circles and flicks, and when he wrapped his lips around it, she couldn't contain her mix of a gasp and moan.

Aegon ate her like the delicacy she was, enjoying the feeling of her dripping down his chin, making his face a delicious fucking mess.

He grabbed her, squeezing her thighs and it went right to his brain when she started squirming, fucking humping his face as he voice started rising and her moans stuttered.

"Aegon," she cried. "Aegon."

He focused right on her clit taking a hand and pushing two fingers into her wet cunt, and she was already milking him the moment he was there.

Fuck, he needed to make her cum. He needed to make her cum now and then again, and again, until she was just a fucking mess.

He curled his fingers inside her, fucking in and out as her as his tongue and lips focused on her clit, and Helaena moaned more, freer as he hips followed his movements.

His wife.

Aegon pushed another finger into her, just in time to finally feel her cumming, squeezing his fingers, twitching and crying over him.

He didn't stop, fucking her more, sucking her more, and Helaena was in the very same mood as him. She legs pulled him in closer, her hand kept his head buried in between her legs, and she could fucking suffocate him with how tight she held him, and he would die a happy man, buried in her delicious cunt, everything he could smell and taste being her as he gave up his life in name of that privilege.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, giving it a big suck, searching for her sweet little spongy spot, rubbing against it, and she cried out, arching her body.

"Aegon!"

Aegon flicked her clit, focusing right there as he fucked her cunt with his fingers.

She was already dripping down his hand like that. He needed to know if she could squirt!y

And just like the fucking perfect response, he felt her squeezing his fingers and suddenly his face was covered in wetness and his hand was dripping down his wrist.

Fuck, had she squirted for him?!

Aegon pulled back, surprised, and Helaena was looking at him with her face pink and her red lips parted, panting, looking fucking glorious.

He picked her up, pushing the breakfast out of the way without thinking and laying her right on it.

Helaena spread her legs right away, bunching her dress up, and she looked like a fucking painting for him, flushed and pliable.

His eyes were laser focused on her when he pulled his cock out, already feeling himself dripping with precum, and Helaena's eyes travelled down his body eyeing him with the same hunger he felt himself.

She pulled her dress higher, bunching in up and eyeing him expectantly.

They could be doing it for so fucking long, it almost drove him mad to think of that.

He stroked himself, setting himself between her legs, and his wife hook her leg over his hip right away, watching him, panting on the table as she waited, patient.

No, that wouldn’t fucking do.

He didn’t want her to be patient, he wanted her to need him.

“What do you want?” he asked.

She inhaled, swallowing down, and her eyes traced up to his face,

“Inside me?” Helaena asked in the softest little voice. “Please?”

Aegon licked his lips. He was going to make her so much more expressive, she would see.

His enduring little mystery.

He pushed his cock into her and Helaena whimpered, reaching for his arm and holding it for support.

He closed his eyes. Fuck, she was so warm and wet, much better around his cock then even on his fingers.

Gods.

He grabbed her thigh, trying to keep his mind straight, to keep his hips from outrightly snapped. It was her first time, he needed to me patient, he needed to give her time to adapt to him.

Aegon pushed himself into her with his eyes squeezed closed, trying to keep himself from snapping.

For someone who so rarely spoke up and was so quiet and secluded, Helaena wasn’t making his effort any easier.

At the wedding, she had managed to keep her voice down – and had done some decent work when he proposed to her, at least until he himself lost control too – but right now, every movement of his brought the sweetest sounds out of her lips.

Aegon could feel her stretch, her walls quivering around him.

Her nails dug into his arm, and he was trying so hard, and he was holding on so well…

“Aegon,” she moaned, so broken and sweet. “Aegon, please.”

“Helaena-”

She hooked her arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Please,” she moaned, her voice deep and her words so broken. “Please, Aegon, I need… please. More.”

Fuck, how could he ever resist that? How in the world would he ever say no to her?!

His hips snapped and he buried himself all the way into her, and his wife arched her back in response, moaning and clinging to him, wavering her hips.

“Aegon,” she cried.

She had to know what it did to him, hearing his name from her mouth like that.

“I want you to scream my name,” he moaned, pulling his hips back. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He pushed himself all the way into her, his mind zeroed in again.

Aegon was going to make her scream.

He took his hand down to her pussy, taking his fingers right to her clit, moving his hips without thinking, without holding back now.

She was dripping down his cock, milking him eagerly as her hands clung to him.

His wife. Just him, for fucking ever.

Aegon fucked her fast, fuelled by her moans and her wet, eager cunt.

“My wife,” he panted, stuttering the title, nearly growling it. “Say it.”

Helaena’s eyes were closed, her cheeks were pink and her lips were spread open, and she just looked… heavenly.

“Aegon,” she moaned. “I’m your wife.”

He slammed his hips into hers, and the sound of skin against skin was fucking drowned out by the sound of how wet she was around him.

“Louder.”

“I’m your wife,” she cried, dragging her hand down to his wrist, tugging on it. “Aegon, please.”

Aegon took his full focus to her clit, feeling her squeezing him again and himself fucking twitching inside her.

"You're gonna cum for your husband?" he moaned through his clenched teeth. "Gonna milk my cock and get your juices dripping down on me like you did to my hand?"

He was so damn close to peaking, but he needed to feel her first. He needed to feeling her squeezing him, to make his wife mad with pleasure.

But she shook her head, her cheeks all pink and her eyes closed.

"I can't," she panted. "I can't do it. Aegon. Not again."

And yet, her hand was holding his wrist right in place and her hips were chasing his every movement, and her pussy was squeezing him like a vice.

Aegon shook his head. 'I can't', how silly of her.

"You can, and you will," he corrected her. "Cause your husband says so."

He played with her clit harder, tighter, and the way her body squirmed and arched almost made him burst right there, but he held onto it.

And then she came, sobbing, stuttered, squeezing him and holding him so tightly he knew he'd have a few scratches, but Aegon didn't fucking care.

He kept moving and kept playing with her, until his wife was screaming, pushing his hand away.

Aegon took his hand away, and her hand travelled to his face right away - so fast he feared she would slap him like mother always did - touching his cheek and running her thumb over his skin, pulling him closer to her.

He rested his forehead on hers and Helana kissed him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and holding him.

It broke him.

Aegon couldn't hold himself back, tipping into his orgasm, his hips stuttering as he fucked her deeply, as deeply as he could as he came, filling her up, giving his wife everything of himself.

Aegon pulled his lips back to breathe, their faces barely touching as he kept slamming his hips into her, moaning, never stopping even as he slowed down.

His sweet, sweet wife, filled up to the brim with his cum.

He fell into her chest, panting into her neck as he rutted into her slowly, and Helaena's fingers ran up his hair, brushing it down almost mindlessly.

Nothing ever felt as good as what he felt wrapped in her. Everything he felt was Helaena, everything he could see and smell was his wife.

She giggled softly, the best sound in the whole world.

“You’re all wet,” Helaena touched his face, rubbing her juices in circles on her cheek.

Aegon raised his head, looking up at on her face and kissing her lips, making sure to rub his nose and chin and cheek on her.

“Now you’re all wet too,” he chuckled.

He scrunched her nose, but didn’t complain, and he exhaled.

Well, they were all sweaty.

He pulled back, taking his cock out from inside her before picking her up.

“Come on,” he bridal-carried her. “Let’s clean up and rest a bit, and we can do it again later.”

Chapter Text

They got sushi delivered for lunch, and it was nice to be able to eat it by hand without getting messy, and she could hear the staff cleaning up downstairs as she just sat in their bedroom with Aegon, the quietude very nice.

“Can I ask you something weird?” he spoke suddenly.

She looked at him for a moment, chewing her fish.

“What is it like?” he asked. “To be… like that.”

Helaena tilted her head, confused.

Like that? What did he mean?

“You said you’re autistic, right?” he asked.

Helaena nodded.

“Why didn’t I know that?”

“Mother doesn’t like the word,” she picked another square piece. “She says it’s limiting.”

“Do you think it’s limiting?”

Helaena shook her head.

“I think it’s nice,” she told him. “I like having a word.”

Aegon ate another piece, resting back on his pillows, thinking of it longingly.

She dipped a tiny bit of the cube in her hand on the thick sweet sauce.

“So?” he asked just as she put it in her mouth. “What is it like?”

Helaena chewed, still thinking. She had an answer to that, but it was like her usual answers. It was for people, not really something she said for herself – it was just to give them something palatable and that wouldn’t make them ask too many questions.

But this was Aegon. She was fine with his questions.

“I can never turn the world off,” she told him, swallowing down.

She raised her eyes to him, and he was watching her.

“I can hear the electricity right now, and the water inside the walls, and the sea and the pool,” she listed. “I know everything that was used to flavour of the food that we are served.”

“Always?” he asked.

Helaena nodded, then menaced with her head.

“About 80% of the time,” she admitted. “And I know everything that is happening on me all the time. My shoes, my clothes, the way my toes feel together, how my arms feel when they touch my leg...”

Everything was always there. She never forgot or could ignore something.

“And then, I have to interact with people the whole time I know all of that,” she continued her explanation. “And I have to heard someone speak at the same time I can hear the electricity and the water, and light switch being flipped… and I don’t understand people, it’s like everyone is in on a joke they never told me.”

She looked at the remaining sushi, remembering that show she’d watched, and how that song perfectly described it.

“It’s like I was sick the day in school they taught you to be in the joke, like there something fundamental I was never told,” Helaena decided. “Like you have an instruction manual, and I don’t.”

When she looked at him again, Aegon was just watching her, frozen and a bit shocked.

“It sounds really tiring,” he mumbled.

She shrugged.

“It’s why I’m so tired all the time,” Helaena explained.

And that made him raise his eyebrows, like he had finally understood.

She ate more and he watched her get the fish and put it in her mouth before he did so, like he was waiting for her permission.

“I get that a bit,” Aegon said, at last. “I always feel like I’ll never be able to live up to Rhaenyra and all she did. Or father or mother. It’s like no matter what I do, it was wrong, and I was always going to be the screwed up one. So I stopped trying.”

Sh looked at him, and he was still looking doing.

“I don’t try to impress anyone anymore,” he told her. “I don’t care.”

He did, a little. She knew that.

But she wasn’t going to tell him that.

“That’s because mother hates seeing herself on you,” she told him.

Aegon outrightly froze, staring at her, and Helaena shrugged.

They were very much alike, mother and Aegon. In difference circumstances, yes, but he took a lot after her.

“I’m used to reading people,” she shrugged. “I’m right most of the times. Like with food.”

He chuckled in surprise.

“You are… an enduring mystery,” he declared.

Helaena smiled.

She liked how he said that.

Helaena moved the big plate of food out of the way and leaned into him, giving his lips a kiss, and Aegon was just wrapped his arm around her when a thought popped into her mind.

“Wait!” she gasped, pulling away from him. “I want to show you something.”

He didn’t protest, and she rushed to her luggage.

Helaena’s bridal shower was two days before the wedding, and a little bit weird. There wasn’t a lot of time for anything big, so most of the people in there were either relatives or some girls she was vaguely friendly with – but Baela had come and gotten this one gift very secretly, where no one would see them, and said it was a fun gift and she wasn’t supposed to let anyone see.

Helaena loved it.

She changed into the matching set of cut up bra and crotchless panties and adjusted the fabric over her breast to make it sit right.

Most cupless bras were really on your face, the set looked really tasteful, and the colour was cute, and the fabric was very soft.

She was so excited to show to Aegon.

She covered herself with the little white robe mother had bought them and skipped back to their bedroom, and her husband had already gotten riddle of the plate of food and was waiting for her on their bed with a big excited smile.

Gods, he looked like he was about to be given a gift himself.

Aegon threw his arms up and behind his head.

"Are you gonna give me a little dance?" he asked. "Want to be my showgirl?"

Helaena shook her head, just undoing the loop of her robe and took it off, throwing it down.

Aegon stared at her with his mouth slack open and a stunned look on his face, and she bit her lip as she waited for what he was going to say.

He opened and closed his mouth, crawling to her slowly and watching her with huge eyes.

"What do you think?"

He made a sound that didn't even sound like a word, smiling so excitedly and opening and closing his hands.

"I... can't even..." he stuttered. "You... look..."

Helaena walked to him, and Aegon moved his hand to her body right away, touching her waist, down the soft curve of her belly, and if she was ever insecure and about how soft she was and the fat on her body, the way he looked at her was proof that it was silly to even think of herself as anything but desirable.

Aegon snapped the elastic of her panties, looking right down at it and then up her tits.

"Where did you get that?" he asked. "I need to get you another hundred one of those."

“Oh, Baela got me,” she explained. “Which is really surprising, I don’t know how she knew my cup size, it’s not even from the usual store I get my bras from.”

He took his hand up and touched her tits, running his fingers around the openings for her nipples, and she got her full attention on him when Aegon stared kissing her neck.

Oh, yes, sex!

He stood up, moving them both on the couch and making her sit on his lap, straddling him.

“I want you to ride me,” her husband requested, burying his face in her neck again, kissing her skin and fondling her tits, making her breath quick up again.

Ride him?

She’d never done anything like that.

He kissed the way down her neck, sucking bruises on it and making her mind all fuzzy.

“Been dying to kiss these,” he spoke into her skin.

And he did, practically burying his face in her chest, sucking the skin of her breast, from the spot where the bra brought them together, and over every spot he could reach before he finally got to her nipple, opening his mouth and taking as much of it into his mouth as he seemed to be able to do.

She arched her body to his face, moaning, and could feel his cock hardening between her thighs as Aegon’s hand came to her back, one holding her in place and the other down her hips, tugging on her panties and pausing.

“Wait!” he gasped.

Helaena froze. Well, he was the one doing what the moving?

“Are they crotchless?”

She frowned, looking down, though her breasts were on the way and she wouldn’t actually see her panties like that.

“Yeah? You didn’t notice?”

Aegon grinned right away.

“I’m sending her a gift basket,” he laughed out, elated.

He went right back to her tits, biting and sucking onto her skin as his hand came right between her legs, snapping the side of the crotchless thing before running his fingers between her legs and on her folds.

“You’re so accessible,” he scratched the bottom of her tits with his teeth, and Helaena gasped when he it her nipple and tugged on it. “I can feel you all wet for me already.”

He pushed two fingers into her, sliding in easily.

“So messy already, begging to be fucked.”

Helaena moaned. Well, it was his fault.

She really liked kissing, and her tits were so sensitive.

“My heavy titty wife,” he moved to her other breast, sucking and biting and licking her like he was trying to eat her alive.

She moved her hips, grinding against his fingers.

They felt really good, he was so skilled in it.

But he’d fucked her in the morning, and gods, his cock was so much better.

“Aegon,” she pleased, rutting against him when he curled his fingers against her sweet spot. “Please.”

He bit her nipple, tugging and making her whine more.

“Please what?” he spoke into her skin.

She grabbed his open shirt, pulling him close.

“You said you wanted to have sex,” she pouted.

That was not nice of him!

Aegon smirked, looking up at her face.

“I actually said I want you to ride me,” he corrected her. “You’re not riding me right now.”

She pouted more.

“Well, I don’t know how to ride you.”

Her husband finally paid full attention to her face.

Helaena wanted to cross her arms – how did he want her to do it if she didn’t even know how it was done? – but he reached up to her tit, pinching and caressing it as he looked at her with a little smile.

“Come here,” he told her, taking her hand down his pants.

She watched his hand, moving along with it and pulling his cock out of his pants, and she licked her lips at the sight of it.

“Go on, stroke me,” he told her.

Helaena bit her lower lip, wrapping her hand around him and testing it slowly.

He was girthy, flushed pink from the blood flow.

She tried to remember her knowledge of anatomy as she stroked him, caressing the veins protruding out of his base and circling the tip. It was very sensitive, almost like a clit.

He felt really good, and he was a bit wet.

Aegon moaned as she wrapped her fingers around the tip, stroking it, licking her lips.

He had eaten her out a few times already, it would be nice to do it with him.

His cock twitched in her hand, and she raised her eyebrows in shock.

“Wait, you can do that?” she asked, looking up at his face.

Aegon’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he looked ready to drool, and it was a really good feeling of power to see.

She did it to him. She had that power.

Helaena took her other hand down too, stroking him up with them and earning a moan from her husband.

“Fuck, Helaena,” he threw his head back. “Riding, remember?”

She bit her lower lip.

“What do I do now, then?” she stroked the head, and she felt something coating his hand as her own pussy felt wetter.

Oh… she would love to see more of that from him.

Aegon’s hips buckled, and he took her by the hips, adjusting and raising her, and his gaze was locked on hers when he aligned his cock with her entrance, and she inhaled sharply as the feeling of him pushing into her. Felt good.

She sunk on him, feeling herself dripping and squeezing as he enters her and moaning.

Helaena clung to his hand, fighting his grip and sinking faster on him, needing his cock inside her, and he moaned beautifully in reaction.

“Helaena,” he moaned.

She licked her lips, supporting herself on his shoulder, using her knees to support herself.

He looked so good like that. His cheeks were pink, his lips were spread open and his eyes were closed. She felt so powerful.

“Yeah?” she bit her lower lip, raising herself a bit, not letting him bottom out.

He looked up at her, and Helaena moved just enough on top of him, rotating her hips teasingly, just enough to be moving, not enough to sink on him.

She took a hand up, brushing his hair, scratching his scalp softly.

“Move,” he pleaded.

Helaena just smiled, moving, keeping her pace. No, she didn’t give in.

She took her time, sweet time adjusting, teasing him as she moved down and then up, never fully sitting on him.

It was actually fun, teasing him.

“Helaena,” he whined buckling his hips, pushing himself more into her. “Please!”

She giggled, euphoric, and his face went all red.

He was read to speak when she cupped his face and kissed him, sitting fully on his cock and rolling her hips, feeling herself so wet she could even hear it.

Aegon moaned into her lips, and she ate it up, even more hungry in her kiss, holding onto him, scratching his scalp softly, pressing her chest to hers.

Felt damn good.

He tugged on her lower lip when she pulled apart from him to breathe, and Aegon moved down right away, kissing her chin and neck.

She was so pent up already. How Aegon did this, Helaena would never know.

She grabbed his hand taking it down to her clit, already throbbing and aching. She needed to be touched.

And her husband didn’t disappoint. His finger pressed up to her sensitive bud and Helaena cried in pleasure right away, gasping and grinding against him.

“Aegon,” she sighed.

Her cheeks felt flushed as she arched her chest nearest to his face, offering her tits again, hoping he would amuse her a little bit, and he did.

Aegon kissed down her neck and right back to the breast, biting and sucking again, hungry as he ran his teeth over her sensitive skin.

They would be so sore and tender after, she just knew that. But it felt so good.

Helaena wanted to feel that sore all week, come back home with her legs so wobbly she needed to support herself on the wall, knowing Aegon was all hers.

She moaned, moving up and down, riding him slowly, up and down as he kissed and played with her panting.

Mine, mine, mine.

Her husband, no one else’s.

She could feel her tits bouncing as he followed her, her muscles tight and her mind just fuzze for him.

“Aegon,” she ground against his hand.

One of his hand came to her breast, pinching and tugging as he looked up her face.

“Say it again.”

“Aegon-”

“No,” he interrupted her. “You were saying something else, wife.”

Helaena clung to him.

“My husband,” she moaned. “Mine.”

“Your husband,” he confirmed.

She let her head fall forward.

“Want you yo cum in me,” she told him. “I need my husband to fill me up, please.”

Aegon moaned deeply, squeezing her hips tightly.

"Fuck, Helaena," he half whined.

She moved faster, emboldened by his need.

"Please, husband?" Helaena pleaded. "Won't you cum for your wife? Don't I defeserve it?"

He whimpered needily, clinging to her, closing his eyes, but she could feel how he was throbbing in her, twitching, just like when he came in her in the morning.

"I don't want to disappoint you."

Disappoint her? How would he ever disappoint her?

She cupped his face, raising his chin, making him look at her.

"Please, husband," she moaned. "I want everyone to know I'm yours."

She fought to keep her eyes open, nearly intoxicated by pleasure, riding him fast, feeling herself squeezing down on him as well.

"I want them all to know you bred me up," she pleaded with him.

To be fucking marked as his, to show off how much they loved one another!

Helaena was always a bit confused to why Rhaenyra was always so glued to uncle Daemon, so Daemon, always so clingy and, and how fast she was having babies with him, but she understood now.

But it meant everything, right?

It meant showing the world how they couldn't stay apart. That they loved each other so much they needed to give it a body, make it into a life that would live beyond them.

Aegon pulled her close, and his face practically buried in her tits when he started fucking her hard, and all Helaena could do was bounce on him, crying and moaning while his fingers worked and worked on her.

He grunted into her skin when he came, seed spilling right inside her maybe a second or two before she was over the edge as well, full of him and buried in him.

They stayed together there in their mess, and she just moved her fingers slowly over his hair, happy to be so close to him and just there, in their little bubble.

"Oh, sushi," he spoke suddenly.

She frowned.

Sushi?

Wait, their sushi had been sitting there the whole time?!

He shoved one into his mouth, chewing happily.

"Ew!" she exclaimed. "Aegon, that's cold food! It's raw!"

"It's still cold!" he said simply. "And raw."

She frowned, but he picked up one and gave it to her.

And it was cold. And raw.

But it didn't feel bad. It was a few minutes, after all.

So they ate there, sweaty and with his cock still right inside her. And it was nice.

"That's it, that's what we're doing for the rest of the week," he told her, grinning. "Sex and sushi. It's the perfect combination."

Helaena giggled, and Aegon stuck out his fingers.

"I wanna fuck you on the counter, on the living room couch," he listed, clearly trying to remember the places. "In the shower, in the bathtub, on that table thing in the corridor, on our bed..."

She kept laughing, her mouth full of fish. Oh, gods, he was crazy.

"Actually, we're gonna christen all of the bedrooms of this house," he affirmed. "And when we are done, I'm fucking you on a beach, so we better get a big towel. And by the pool!"

Helaena shook her head, and he chased her face, kissing her lips.

"There's no way you're leaving this place un-pregnant."

She paused.

Oh. Oh, that.

Aegon looked up at her, and his smile disappeared.

"You want that, right?" he asked. "The same as me?"

Helaena softed. Oh, Aegon...

She kissed his lips and his chin.

"I do, my husband," she affirmed, and he smiled. "But-" 

And his smile was gone.

"I took the shot," she confessed.

Aegon frowned, very confused.

"The shot?"

"It's like the pill, but in a shot," she explained in simply terms. "And it lasts three months. I thought we could enjoy that extra time."

That made him light up more, which was good, and he grinned as he kissed her again and again.

"Three months of trying them," he said simply. "My wife."

Chapter Text

It was a fucking dream.

Aegon and Helaena extended their honeymoon after that first week. They didn’t exactly have anything to do back at home!

They didn’t have jobs! Helaena wanted to start some small courses to get a degree in… bugs, or something. But, at best, that was gonna be next year.

So they spent wonderful three weeks in Ibiza, fucking on every surface they could find, being glued by the hip.

Literally.

He taught Helaena how to make bacon and she taught him to make waffles, and when they came back home, everything was even better.

They had their own home space.

Sure, it was in the castle, but it was their own place!

And they were christening it!

All five bedrooms – against the walls of the empty ones, on the floor of where the intended the nursery to be, and against every shelf of that office waiting for her weird ass books.

And on the chair of the desk, and on the desk.

Now, they only had the bathrooms left.

But his wife was so sweet, wasn’t she? So affectionate and clingy.

Aegon couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

He always thought Helaena was this fragile little flower, hidden in her little cage of a bedroom, but his wife was something else.

She took all of him even when he was too rough, never seemed to mind when he left bruises on her thighs and hips… actually, he’d seen her tracing her fingers over her own naked thighs more than once, caressing the marks his tight fingers made on her, measuring them with her own hand and licking her lips… fuck, how he loved marking her pale body, showing how his she was.

Aegon had quite the feeling about it, but he was waiting for her to come ask him for more. And he could give her so much more, and they had so much time.

Some days she didn’t even said anything, she just climbed to his lips and put her beautiful face into his neck, grinding against his cock.

How could Aegon refuse such a sweet invitation?

But one invitation he wished he could have refused was this one.

His little nephew was graduating, case it wasn’t enough that they were having a wedding party in, what, three months? They needed to have a graduation party for the other snotty, probably so he wouldn’t feel pushed aside because his big brother was getting married.

It was the first time they were invited as adults, Aegon and Helaena. The invitation actually arrived at their home like that “Mister and Mrs Targaryen”. He was a mister now, not one of plus four for his mummy to drag out of the house by the ear.

“You really need to be nice to Luke,” Helaena spoke up as they approached Driftmark Castle.

Aegon wanted to scoff, but didn’t. He was driving down with her from the hotel – just doing a big drive left her too tired, so they turned this into a nice weekend together.

“I know,” he confirmed.

“I mean it,” she insisted. “He is the second son, and he is graduating High School.”

“I know,” Aegon confirmed again.

“And he’s 18.”

“I know, Helaena.”

Helaena turned to him, lowering the sound of the music, with her little fidget thing in her hand.

“I mean. Jace is 20, Luke is 18 and Joffrey is 12. The last time we were at a birthday for one of them, Luke was turning 17 and you through it was Joffrey’s birthday and you got him a toy,” she reminded him.

Oh, come on. So he messes them up a few times, but how could he not? They all looked alike!

“I know, and this time we got him an actual gift that fits in with someone who is 18,” Aegon reminded her. “We can go, drop it, talk to some people for five minutes and get back to our hotel.”

“We can’t just stay the two straight days in the hotel fucking, Aegon,” she chastised him. “This is our family.”

He pouted. Oh, that was bullshit.

“We can,” he pointed out. “But you don’t wanna.”

She sighed, and he knew she was going to explain it for the tenth time, but he didn’t let her.

“I just don’t know why they even invited us,” he whined. “No one likes us!”

Not Rhaenyra, not uncle Daemon, not her ex-husband and not one of their dozen kids!

“They all like us!” Helaena corrected him.

Aegon parked the car, and she reached for his hand before he could even unbuckle his seatbelt.

“Aegon,” his wife called.

He turned to her, unable to keep himself from pouting.

She knew that already!

Maybe they liked Helaena, but not even their parents liked him, why would his sister and uncle care about him?

He looked down at her hands as they squeezed around his.

“They like us,” she affirmed, focusing right on his face. “They invited us personally, with our name. Luke came to our door to give us our invitation on our hand.”

Aegon looked down, away from her, but Helaena reached for his face and made him look at her again.

“I wanna to be there, and I want us to be there,” she continued, very emphatic. “I want to show everyone my husband.”

He softened and melted, feeling all gooey in his belly.

“Helaena,” he whined, feeling his face all hot.

She giggled, and kissed his lips with a little peck.

“Besides, you’re a good excuse if I need quiet time,” she winked.

Aegon laughed.

“You can use as an excuse any day,” he assured her.

She smiled more.

“Good,” his wife confirmed. “Come on.”

They left the car and Helaena took his hand the moment he had closed her door for her, holding onto him as they walked past security together, and Rhaenyra was the first to come rushing to them, carrying a baby he didn’t even remember the name in one of those cloth wrap things.

It had to be a kink, at this point. How many of them did she have already? When did she even have that one? Was it at the wedding?

“Helaena, Aegon,” his older sister greeted them. “Welcome.”

She hugged Helaena carefully and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and gave Aegon a smile he forced himself to return.

“Rhaenyra,” he greeted, trying not to look too stiff.

His sister moved her hand back and forth nervously for a moment, and then gave his shoulder two pats.

“Hello,” she greeted him, moving her hand away to adjust the baby.

“Is that Visenya?” Helaena asked, tilting her head to look at the baby.

It was... a baby. Bald and with its eyes closed, and he really didn’t know how old it was supposed to be.

She was always pregnant, how was Aegon supposed to know anything about anything?

“Oh, she can sleep through a Blackfyre war,” she showed the baby to his wife. “It’s good to see you two, we’ve all been a bit busy since you came back from Ibiza. How was your honeymoon?”

A waiter walked past them, offering a flute of champagne, and Aegon took it right away as they started talking and cooing over the baby, looking around as Helaena kept her tight hand on his.

“Right, Aegon?” his wife called, getting his attention.

He turned to her right away, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding, hopping she wasn’t saying something wrong. “She’s… right.”

Rhaenyra chuckled.

“I can’t blame you, I don’t think my feet touched sand at all when we were there,” his older sister affirmed, giving them a knowing look. “Would you recommend it for Baela and Jace? You know, you four are just a few years apart, you know better than me.”

He chuckled as the baby squirmed a little bit, and she looked right down at it.

“Oh, I’m sure if Jace can get it up… Baela does look like she wears the pants between them,” he chuckled.

Rhaenyra raised her eyes right to him again, and just nodded with a cold look before turning to Helaena.

“We have a space separated for the kids and we got this room for winding down a few steps from it,” she told her. “If you ever need some space, it’s your room, there’s a sign and all. I can take you to see the kids now, Joff, Eggy and Viz are all there.”

Aegon rolled his eyes, but Helaena just waved her hand with a smile.

“It’s fine, I wanna see Baela and Rhaena first,” she said simply. “But thank you.”

Rhaenyra walked away from them, finally, and the party was… a party. Boring and all.

No one tried to talk to Aegon, and Helaena stayed by his side the whole time, until the had to go to the bathroom, and when he came out, she was gone.

It took him some good ten minutes to look around and for one of the twins to finally point at where she had gone, but he did get into the room Rhaenyra had made for her.

Helaena was laying down right on the floor with the air conditioner blasting on her and her eyes closed, spread like a starfish.

“Close the door,” his wife called out.

Aegon complied, and pulled the blinds as he walked in.

“You cool?” he tilted his head, unsure of what to feel for a moment.

Should he worry? Did she want to leave? They could just get back into the hotel.

She raised herself on her elbows for a moment, looking right at him, and Aegon licked his lips.

Damn, his wife was hot.

“Just needed quiet,” Helaena told him, at last.

He raised his eyebrows, but she looked upset.

“Quiet?” he pressed.

Helaena pulled a leg up, her pretty dress riding up a little bit. She looked upset - actively annoyed.

“Mostly away from uncle Daemon,” she added.

Aegon clicked his fingers. There it was.

“He said he’s been wanting to talk to me since our engagement was announced, but no one let him near me,” she spoke out, not looking at him fully, moving to rest against the couch.

He frowned, walking to her.

“What did he want?”

Helaena hesitated, and that didn’t help Aegon relax at all. What did he do?!

“He was asking me about our marriage,” she breathed out. “If I was happy, if I liked Ibiza, if… I liked you.”

“What?”

If she… if she liked him?!

Her husband?!

“He thinks mother put me up to this,” she looked away from him. “That I’m here to tame you or something.”

Aegon looked back at the door.

What? How dared he?

"What else did he say?"

"It's uncle Daemon, you know him," she stood up quickly. "He's a dick."

Yeah, but that didn't give him the right to be a dick to her!

"What else did he say?" Aegon repeated.

Helaena's face went pink.

"He asked if you were trying to get me pregnant so I wouldn't run off and said he could get me a way out if I needed," she spoke, at last.

What?!

"That's it, I'm gonna-"

Helaena grabbed him right away.

"I told him off already," his wife affirmed quickly. "I'm happy! And I said to him I married you because I wanted to marry you, not because mother thought she should one up Rhaenyra."

Aegon wanted to fight her in that. He was fucking stupid and rude, that was what their uncle was.

Not everything in the world was about him and his family, did he know that?

"I'll go talk to him."

"It is fine," Helaena insisted.

Fine? It was all but fine!

"He disrespected you!" Aegon insisted. "What kind of husband let's someone disrespect their wife?"

But Helaena just pulled him, and he was suddenly with his face right on her tits.

Oh.

He breathed in deep, feeling the sweet scent of her perfume.

His wife always smelled so good.

She brushed his hair back easily.

"All that matters to me is that they all know I love my husband," she affirmed. "And that I married you because of that, and not cause someone else thought I should."

Aegon nuzzled her bosom, taking his hands up and fondling her tits already, happy to do so.

Oh, he could live his life buried between her big tits, worshipping her, show how much he loved her.

His wife.

Aegon kissed her chest and up her neck, breathing in, smelling her fresh lavender scent.

He tugged on her soft dress, exposing her bra.

She got such a pretty dress on today, so soft and easy to slip in and off… and how Aegon loved slipping them off.

He kissed her around her pretty blue bra, and Helaena petted his hair as she arched her chest to his mouth.

So eager.

Aegon moved them to the couch together, pulling her to straddle his lap.

"Aegon," his wife sighed.

He licked her skin, running his teeth over the thin fabric, already feeling her nipple hardening.

“Hum?” he licked it over the bra.

“The party,” she whined, moving her hips over his and grinding against him.

Oh, his sweet wife…

Still, her pretty thighs squeezed him eagerly, and Aegon grinned as he pulled her bra down, biting and tugging on her pale pink nipple as his hand moved down to between her legs, and Helaena whined as his fingers tugged on the gusset of her panties.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She ground her pussy on his fingers right away, always so eager for him.

Oh, she was so wet, his sweet wife.

“No,” Helaena whimpered. “Aegon.”

He chuckled, sucking onto her, earning a moan.

She was so sensitive, those pretty tits of hers.

Aegon couldn’t wait for when the effects of that stupid shot to wear off, for the day she would start showing in her bod how much they couldn’t keep their hands out of one another.

She would get the prettiest milky tits, he just knew.

He ran his fingers over her wet lips, circling her clit, and she hid her face in the crook of his neck to moan into his skin.

“Aegon,” she squeezed his shoulders.

He took his hand down, trying to open his pants without moving her out of the way, and Helaena tugged on his hand to stop him.

“Wait,” his wife called. “Wait.”

Aegon stopped right away, looking up at her, and Helaena bit her lower lip as she looked up at his face.

“Lay down,” she told him.

Oh, he liked where that was going.

Aegon complied, and she hopped off of his lap, taking off her panties as he lied on the couch, and she scooped up her dress, climbing onto his chest.

“May I?” she asked in the sweetest little voice, looking right at his face.

Oh, he could live a thousand lives and not be worthy of that woman.

“Oh, please,” he begged. “Please, do it.”

Helaena scooped right up to his face and Aegon grabbed her hips right away.

Oh her pussy was so delicious against his lips.

She didn’t waste time at all, and the fabric fell on his face as she took her hand away, and he complied. Licking her up, sucking her clit, using his nose over hers…

Every little thing he could do and knew she loved.

Gods, he fucking loved her. The pretty sounds that left her lips were mind melting, it made his cock throb in his pants, completely abandoned as he focused on bringing her the most pleasure he could – giving her every little thing she wanted from him.

That was his life now.

If Helaena wanted the moon he would give it to her. He would drink up the ocean through a straw if she asked him.

People didn’t understand them, but wasn’t it like that before too? When they were apart. Everyone misunderstood him, they misunderstood and underestimated her.

But not him. He would give her everything she wanted.

He would value her every bit and everything she gave him.

Aegon was so distracted he only heard the knocks when they were already insistent.

“Helaena?” a female voice called.

His wife paused.

“Yeah?” he answered.

He frowned.

Oh, come on, why stop?

“Are you okay?” they called.

Oh, it was one of the twins.

Which one was that? He always got them mixed up.

“Yeah,” she panted. “Peachy.”

Peachy.

She was peachy?

Riding his face was just peachy?

“We got you some food,” Jacaerys called into the room. “A little bit of everything, we weren’t sure of what you’d like.”

Aegon grinned.

Oh, he liked that.

He licked up her clit, sucking it hungrily, pushing his tongue into her pussy and licking her up inside, and held onto her hips with his hands.

Fucking delicious.

“Can we come in?” the girl asked.

Helaena pushed herself deeper and more on Aegon’s face, almost like she was trying to ride his nose.

“Aegon,” she whined.

Aegon took every bit of it, her riding him, grinding against him so desperately.

His sweet, needy wife. Always so cock hungry, always so eager to ride him.

“Helaena-” Jacaerys protested.

Aegon grabbed her thighs, practically humping the air, making her

“Jace!” the twin hissed. “Helaena, are you okay?”

She rode him harder, hungrier.

He didn’t stop, taking her, giving her everything as she humped his face, moaning, needy.

“I’m going in!”

Well, Aegon didn’t care, he was too busy making his wife cum.

She cried in pleasure at the same time he caught some extra sounds and then the sound of a door closing, but he kept his focus, lapping up her juices and her sounds as she shook over him, and beyond.

“Fuck- Aegon,” Helaena panted.

He kept licking her up, sucking her, until she pulled his hands off of her and stood up.

Aegon grinned up at them the moment he caught sight of the two standing at his door.

Jacaerys and Baela with pots of food, looking at them with wide eyes, and his nephew’s face was all pink,

“Sup family,” he sat up. “Sorry, we are kinda busy.”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Aegon raised his eyebrows, looking at his face and then at where Helaena was standing, away from them and pink on her cheeks.

“I think is looks pretty obvious?” he asked.

“You’re trying to embarrass us?” his nephew pressed, angry, ready to step up to him, but his fiancé put a hand over his chest and kept him in his place. “By being a fucking fool?”

“Jace,” she interrupted him. “Let’s just leave them.”

Aegon chuckled.

“Listen to your husband, Jace,” he mocked him. “She knows what’s better.”

His nephew’s nose flared up, and there it was, the same look Rhaenyra had given him, the same coldness in a near identical face – he was his mama’s little copy, wasn’t he? No wonder he was going to marry the one who was the most like Uncle Daemon.

“Is that how you treat her?” he spat, looking at Helaena. “When you’re happy with her you have mad sex all around, when you don’t like what she says, you mock her?”

“Don’t you dare,” Helaena spoke up before Aegon could even answer him.

“Jace,” Baela insisted, her face straight and serious.

“I love him,” his wife defended him. “Just cause you think we got together just because you two got together it doesn’t mean it is what happened. I like being with him, I like how he treats me!”

Aegon turned to her, stunned into silence.

“Aegon is sweet, and kind, and a good companion, and I know I can rely on him and trust him,” she affirmed, her cheeks all pink as her face showed more passion than he had ever seen when it wasn’t just the two of them. “Whatever we do together, we do because we love one another, and I don’t care what you, Rhaenyra, Uncle Daemon, or anyone else thinks!”

Baela looked at Helaena, nodding simply, and then at Jacaerys, and she spoke something in High Valyrian Aegon couldn’t understand.

His nephew’s face went pink, and he just dropped the containers of food on the nearby table, looking over at his fiancé and answering her, and she simply spoke back to him.

There was a long pause, and she smirked, speaking again.

“We’re sorry for interrupting,” Baela decided. “Just please lock the door when we leave. The kids are curious.”

Helaena raised her chin, and simply nodded.

“Of course.”

And they slipped away, but Aegon was frozen, stunned in his place with his cock throbbing so much he felt like he was a minute away from popping. And his eyes were all wet for some reasons, he couldn’t stop sniffing.

She had said all of that about him?

And they weren’t even true things. Kind? When had he ever been kind? He was dick and she knew he was a dick!

Helaena moved to the door quickly and swiftly, locking it up the moment the two left, and she turned to him, rushing to him and cupping his face while he felt himself heaving so… weirdly, trying to understand why the fuck his lips was trembling.

“What is wrong?” she asked, eyes focusing right on his. “Did I say something?”

He shook his head, unable to say anything for a moment, trying to control himself.

“No,” he denied. “I mean… yes.”

Aegon pulled Helaena right to his arms, wrapping his arms around her.

“I need you,”he pleaded. “Just you.”

She kissed his lips right away, wrapping her arms around him, and Aegon held on to her.

“You’re so perfect,” he panted. “I love you.”

He spent so much time worrying so much about other people and what they thought of him, what they expected of him.

But they didn’t matter. Only Helaena did.

“I know,” she rubbed her nose on his. “I love you too.”

She kissed him again and stood up, taking her underwear from the floor and adjusting herself in a nearby mirror while Aegon stared at her, still so… stunned.

“I’ll talk to Rhaenyra,” she told him. “I’ll tell I’m not well and give Luke a hug, everyone understand.”

He nodded mindlessly, and stood up and adjusted his clothes to make himself presentable, letting her clean up his face.

She just took his hand and Aegon let himself be guided by her, still completely enchanted as his wife spoke so softly to their sister and nephew, earning smiles and sweet words.

Gods, he would follow her into all seven hells if she asked him.

They were all the way down to the garage when she turned to him and gave Aegon a kiss on the lips, smiling happily.

“Let’s get to our hotel,” she whispered sweetly. “I wanna ride you.”

Oh, he would die a happy man with her.