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"Fuck, I'm close." you writhe and struggle against the cold stones of the wall on your back, Aerions body heat more than enough to make up for it as he easily keeps you off your feet and around his waist.
Still fully clothed, the only indicator of you both doing unspeakable things in the middle of the night in the halls of Ashford's castle is the groans and moans that emit from your throats while your hidden hips keep clashing against each other in more than just pleasure.
Aerion Targaryen is your cousin who you rarely get to lay your eyes on since he's always with his father, Maekar in their castle while you stay with your own father, Baelor.
Ever since you both were little you were fighting and arguing, pulling each other's hair and spitting in faces with cruel remarks.
What your fathers still see as a childish rivalry between you, has escalated into a more carnal desire. You see, a dragon eats whatever it wants, even if it's another dragon. In your case Aerion is the only one who truly believes to be a dragon in human disguise but you know better. You know that your blood is connected to old Valyria, that your ancestors have lived with dragons. You know that unspeakable fire inside you is more than just rage though, it's not uncontrollable anger and malice like people suspect. It's the dragon's magic that runs through your veins until today.
Aerion shoves his nose harshly against your exposed collarbone, his breath truly reminds you of a dragon's fire but you can only imagine while he slowly makes his way over your neck with licks of his tongue and bites of his sharp teeth.
His cock is buried deep inside you, only retrieving to the tip and then brutally slamming into your dripping cunt again. Over and over. Eliciting deep groans from both of you while the severity of real consequences only fuel your fire even more. If someone where to see or hear you, Aerion would be ripped away again and months would be spend lonely with some boy that merely resembled his looks.
But the enticing reality of being caught and getting in trouble has never stopped you before, in fact it's exactly why you do it. You let Aerion fuck you against the wall until you imagine hearing cracks in the stone, you let him moan your name like it torments his soul to not be with you even though he's closer to you than any man before. No one has ever filled you so deliciously or accepted your fire like he has. That fire that makes you two so unrecognisable to the rest of the family but that ties you together like it's the gods will.
Years ago dragons fucked and layed eggs and now that they're gone, the Targaryen family is all that remains of such marvellous times. In a poetic way it's you two being the dragons now, contributing to filling the world with more and to rule fully once again. Somehow your relationship feels like duty. Not the one where your marriage is arranged to strengthen your house's name but one where the universe nudges you further together until you become one because that's your destiny.
"Fuck, must you always have something against what I say?" his voice is deep and rumbles through your ear, leaving a shiver in it's wake as your mind effortlessly tries to come up with words that aren't his name or foul insults that an innocent lady like you should never even think about.
His hand tightly wraps around your jaw, tilting your head until you're forced to meet his dark eyes, pupils exploding and leaving a deep pit like you suck the soul out of them everytime he looks at you.
"Answer me or I'll stop." to prove his point, Aerion's thrusts slow down and leave you begging against the cage he build around you with his body.
"Must you always torment others? Just because you're no one's favourite, doesn't mean you have to indulge in being a cunt." your words snap through him, through the thick skin he considered a dragon's unbreakable scales. And obviously you have said a bit of the truth or else he wouldn't be violently fucking you until blood comes trickling down your thigh.
The sudden intensity shoves your breath down your chest and forbids you from screaming out loud but Aerion's hand now roughly clammed over you lips does the same. The fire inside builds and eats away the darkness, leaving you in no fear or anger anymore but simply pure light and relieve.
You heavily bite down on his hand, his pinky cracking under the pressure of your teeth as you release your frustration and rage into it. Your body trembles and heaves with heavy breaths while Aerion comes deep inside you, possibly already in your womb from how high up you feel him in your underbelly. The grunts he releases only add to the bliss of your peak, never truly letting you come back down. His lips find yours and he does not waste a single second to intrude your mouth with his tongue. Gently licking into your mouth while his hands snakes around your neck, he takes full control over your body, your mind already belonging elsewhere that not even you know of.
His tongue circles around yours with a wet and warm sensation, his teeth sometimes biting down on your lip to draw blood. The taste of copper in your mouths leaves you whimpering at the mere gravity of your actions. This is ultimately wrong and unspeakable of. This is frowned upon and the single thought of what you have been doing is banished from most minds. But Aerion is anything but shy or strict, he breaks rules in the most cruel and terrifying way. You on the other hand simply do not care for the rules, you do not care whether you align with them or break them. All you desire is him. His cock still twitching inside your leaking cunt, his arms tightly restricting your movement until it hurts, his hands somehow gentle and rough at the same time like he doesn't want to hurt you but knows that you want to be hurt by him. And his mouth so carefully taking care of your needs as he tends to the wounds he's left behind with kisses and licks.
His eyes are mostly closed after he'd reached his orgasm but everytime they do open, it's like they try to swallow you whole. Aerion's eyes have always told more than his never closing and foul spoken mouth. They have whispered to you how enticing you are, how much he desires to have you as his. They have told you that only you can kick and slap and bite him because he loves the attention he gets from you. They have screamed at you how much he needs you.
Leaving you with a gaping emptiness between your legs, Aerion let's go of you and takes a calculated step back to let his almost completely black pupils ravish the sight that you are. The upper seam of your dress pushed down enough to expose the start of your cleavage, the skirt crinkled and crushed from the intrusion. Your skin flushed a deep red, showing Aerion the burning fire inside your soul that he helped bring to light even in the dark corridors of the castle.
Your hair is a mess that needs not to be talked about. Instead Aerion grabs a handful of it and painfully pulls you closer again to reunite your flushed and bloodied lips in another passionate kiss that ends with a string of your saliva connecting them like a bridge. A very fragile bridge between you two that no one should've dared to cross because they could've fallen to their misery. Thankfully, you've crossed the bridge and met in the middle that led to endless nights of hopelessly trying to revive the dragons with your combined fire and blood.
But you may never forget that you're still both standing on said fragile bridge that could break apart any second and leave you at the bottom of an endless pit with nothing and no one else.
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The following days until the tournament remain the same. Sneaky meet ups in alleys and your chambers but blatantly ignoring the possibly of your secret getting out. Because honestly it never has been a secret for Aerion. He shamelessly stares at you during dinner, making innuendos around your family, pulling your hair infront of guards and carefully assessing the state of his bites on your neck during court meetings.
Maybe it's the people who are too afraid of you and your reputations to say something against it, maybe it's your fathers just being stupidly oblivious but for the past few days you unknowingly stopped hiding the connection that ties your fates together. You may not directly kiss in front of people or fuck on top of the dinner table but it seems his hands are always somewhere on you, his eyes always following your movement and his thoughts so obviously only entertained by you.
A certain hedge knight has challenged Aerion yesterday because he assaulted some theater woman for slander against dragons. You haven't heard the entire story, you do not care about politics when it comes to such simple minded things and you do not even dare come near men and their enormous egos in court. All you know is that this knight standing tall before you all has punched and kicked Aerion after what he did but you only know because you can see the bruises with your own eyes when they linger on his ethereal face.
A trial of seven has been demanded by the son of a bitch next to you, his hand possessively layed on your thigh while he cracks nuts with the handle of his dagger. The same dagger you gifted to him the last time you met at a family gathering. The sight of it makes you foolishly smile in hopes that you do mean more to him than just the fantasy of another dragon but you swear you see the same thing in his eyes that you feel in your soul. It may not be love, you don't even know if Aerion is capable of such, but you silently pray it means at least something that lasts forever.
The talks of men bore you so you do not particularly listen to their explanation of a trial of seven, you already know what it means anyway. What catches your attention is the loud thump one of the walnuts make as it falls onto the floor beneath the large table. Aerion needs energy after the many sleepless night that were spend fucking, sucking, licking and eating. And also you get the chance to ignite his fire some more.
And so you offer to get the nut from under the table, the men not minding you as you start to crawl across the floor with already sore knees but Aerion is reluctant to lose sight of you. He hesitates to talk when spoken to, his mind occupied with you under the table. On your knees. Just like many times before but under different circumstances and with less people around.
As you crawl back to your side of the table with the walnut stored in the front of your dress, hidden between your tits, a vicious grin overcomes your face as an idea pops into your head. Aerion is angled away from the rest of the court members so you purposefully let your hand rest on his bulge in order to get back up. Aerion tightly squeezes your other hand that rests on his knee while you rise from the cold floor and sit back down next to him and you already know you're in big trouble for that. His breathing picks up, his hands form into fists and his eyes are focused on you only, not even blinking so he won't miss a single second of that satisfied grin of yours. He'll make you pay for that as soon as this meeting is over which is faster than you anticipated so the knot of fear and excitement tightens in your belly until you almost feel nauseous when Aerion drags you out the room with his hand relentlessly pulling on your wrist.
Entering his chambers you're immedietly befallen by his presence on, around and in you. His burning body is shaking from rage against you and trapping you against the door with no escape but it's not necessary anyway. You are right where you want to be. With his hands bruising your waist and neck and with his tongue almost down your throat like he wants a taste of your fire to combine with his.
"Who do you think you are to tease me infront of them all? I will make sure you know your place by the end of tonight and when I get back from my trial I will make sure you only know how to please me, not defy me." the hand on your neck is sure to leave a mark as it slowly cuts away your air. Aerion is a little taller than you so the sight of him up close is threatening alone but combined with his hands and his stare trying to hurt you, you can't help but whimper.
"You would not have me if I didn't defy you. And now stop talking." your hand vanishes in his silver hair and roughly tugs on it until he groans in pain and pleasure. Pulling him back in for another kiss, you stumble through his chambers until you find the edge of the bed. Your free hand pushes against his chest until he sits and you can straddle his waist. His cock is already hard against your thigh, probably has been since the stunt you pulled during the court meeting. As cruel and vicious as Aerion is, you know he likes to be treated the same. Just like you do as well.
His hands are quick to loosen his breeches and free his already hard cock before covering every bit of skin he can get from you with no hesitation or holding back. Aerion has trust in you and you in him. Because you're the same, because you grew up together, because you've fucked a thousand times before but also because you feel for each other. You understand him like no other because you're like him. Maybe a little less mean and not as arrogant but close enough for the folk to give you names. The cruel cousins, the ones who behead everyone who dares even speak their name and so on and so on. You think they're being dramatic but Aerion has just assaulted a girl for puppetry and you have poisoned a man before for speaking ill of you. Maybe you are made a match in heaven with your destiny intertwined.
Hiking your dress up as high as possible you make quick work of sliding his cock inside your slick cunt, your gasps combining as his tip hits the furthest point inside you, tickling that one particular spot in you that turns your brain to mush and makes your body succumb to his will. But not today. You slowly lift your hips back up again until just the throbbing tip of him stays inside and you just as slowly slide back down, the pace so torturous it feels like a million hot needles through your skin. Holding yourself back, you start to tremble and whimper but Aerion wants none of it. He just wants to be buried deep inside, make you hurt, make you cum and fill you with his seed until you bear a dragon inside you.
Nonetheless you hold back and continue with your slow pacing to finally see Aerion fall apart underneath you. He deeply sighs and leans forward until his forehead is resting against your shoulder, his hands caressing your hips while he quietly moans. Your cunt immediately tightens at the sound of his moaning and for the first time it seems like your fires are calming down and embracing each other just like you do. For minutes the room is absolutely quiet, just Aerion's quiet moans and the soft squelches of his dick in your cunt and it almost seems peaceful. It's like you don't fuck for the sake of it or because you actually believe you can bring dragons back but because it feels like the right thing to do and because that strange feeling in your gut tells you to do it and to never stop doing it.
"Aerion, look at me." your voice is careful, like talking to a child. And there's a smile on your face, not a teasing or sarcastic one but an actual real smile, evidence of your happiness in his embrace. He slowly lifts his head from your shoulder and looks up at you with a spark in his eyes that you've never seen before. You've seen his fire, his rage, his lust and passion. But you've never seen this. It's quiet and yet powerful enough to take your breath away.
Your hips never fully stop moving on his dick, the pleasure too good to ever stop but for a slight moment you calm down. Not to tease him further or to actually stop but because something has changed, something tremendous and world breaking. For just a sliver of a second you simply look at each other's eyes and see them, see who you are and what you feel for the other.
But that sliver is over faster than you can blink and Aerion turns you around with such strength that you have to believe he's something else than human. Your yelp is loud and your eyes are wide when suddenly Aerion is on top of you and your back is met with soft linen and silk.
"I forbid you to ever leave me again. You're mine until we burn to the ground and I don't fucking care about anything else." his confession tears your heart apart just moments before his cock does the same to your cunt with fast and rough thrusts that leave you squealing and moaning as you writhe around him. Your cunt clenches endlessly tight around his dick, earning you a deep groan from his chest. With one hand pressing down on your belly, so you can feel his cock even more and the other digging into your hip, your skin feels like it's literally burning under his touch. You feel sweat clinging to your forehead while you search for support in his arms, you nails pressing tightly into his skin until there's angry red marks left behind.
As a responds Aerion leans down to your neck, firstly inhaling your scent before biting down in the crook between your neck and shoulder. It leaves you squirming underneath him, your thighs tightly wrapping around his waist in a failed attempt to slow him down. His pace has not once changed yet and is surely driving you closer to the edge with every second. You can already taste the sex on your tongue, feel the tingle in your belly and the clouds in your mind while you mewl his name over and over again like a lifeline.
His tongue traces over the teeth marks he ingraved into your skin and you slightly hiss at the sting of it all only to be overshadowed by another loud moan that Aerion rips from your throat as he rubs your clit in circles. Your eyes flutter close against your will and no moans leave you mouth anymore because your breaths turn to whimpers as you get so close to your high.
"Aerion, please. Fuck, I can't." hot white pleasure overwhelms you before you even cum and your mind stutters while he brings your body to it's limits with his brutal and relentless thrusts.
"You can and you will. You can't run away from me anymore, you belong to me." his voice is strained, indicating he's just as close as you are. Grabbing his lower arm he moves it until your hands intertwine with a breaking grip as you both suddenly shatter and unleash the fire within you. Loud moans fill Aerion's chambers that surely even the guards can hear outside in the hall. But consequences do not matter anymore, nothing but you matters anymore. Either people try to burn you down or you will burn them down with the fire of dragons.