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Aegon always agrees to spar with his sister. She knows not if it's because she is his true match in arms, or since dueling leaves her cheeks flushed and wanting for something more after.
"I almost bested you then," Her brother mutters as he wipes the sweat dripping from her brow tenderly, the few knights and handmaidens in the training yard peeking at the sight. Visenya glowers, swiping more of the salt away with her sleeve and widening the space between them.
"You've not gotten better, it just means I've tired." Visenya could never explain why she became so haughty after training. Might it be how close she got to her brother-husband, their breaths intertwined, their grunts vibrating out from one another with every hit and block, perhaps even just the smell of his musk near her. It brought some sort of weakness to her knees and neediness she would never allow herself to grow familiar with.
"I'm done for the day," Visenya admits, brushing the golden silver flyaways from her forehead.
"I should be right after you then," Aegon ignores the way his sister-wife pinches her face as he takes her dueling sword and puts it up for her. He knows she's always hated his doting. The elder turns and leaves before more of their court can try and see the fondness between them, unbraiding her hair even if the Westerosi think it improper.
Visenya is certain her brother is still watching her after all.
He understands better than to try and bathe alongside her. Visenya couldn't stand the one time Aegon had shared a tub with her, unwilling to perform and annoyed at how cramped they were in the hot waters. She couldn't relax enough-- her mind only on how bare their bodies were and how much Aegon could really see her, battle scars and all. That sort of vulnerability made something curdle in her belly.
So Aegon had grown to be patient. He waited for his elder sister to wash up by herself, sat in his robe and chalice of wine by the hearth, and looked upon her with those enticing eyes he had ever since she'd asked for a spar. Visenya clutched her own crimson robe shut, her knuckles bony and scuffed, her hair wet and dripping. She wondered what he ever saw in her sometimes.
"Should I pour some for you now or after?" He offers, Visenya's mouth curling up at the end.
"After," She says, even though he knows by now that is how it always goes.
And sure enough, Aegon put aside his drink and widened the space between his legs, readied for Visenya to take her place between them. She does so as she always has, a bit hasty and charged. Visenya has never been one for a casual kiss or two in passing, but when they begin their coupling, she enjoys tasting Aegon's tongue and mouth slowly. She especially takes her time cupping at his chin and jaw, feeling through the course dark blonde hairs of his beard that Rhaenys always disliked and yet she could never try to.
"Open your mouth," Visenya orders, and he does so beautifully. She thumbs the flat of his tongue and stares down into his eyes from where she is straddling above him, coating her fingers with his saliva. If anyone knew how it was their king looked this way, perhaps they'd also grow enough gall to challenge him to duel.
"Good boy," She praises as she puts more of her weight onto his lap and retires her digits from his mouth. Aegon's eagerness from the compliment shows through not his words but his actions as he prods her robe apart, taking one of Visenya's breasts into his warm hand while his mouth returns to good use, sucking on the other teat.
Visenya hisses low as she burns with the sensation, rubbing down gently on her brother's thigh. She focuses on getting her slick hand to his hardened cock, too distracted to notice how her robe slips from her shoulders. The fire burns hot.
Shlick-- as soon as she makes one pass over Aegon's hardened head, a lewd squelch fills the room. Visenya continues to rock her fist up and down his length, her king brother sucking harder at her nipple to stiffen his moan. She can still see the way he tenses from the sensation though, his neck muscles tightened and his jaw clenching. It makes her pump his prick faster, milking just a little bit of precum to make her little brother wetter.
"Fucksake," Aegon breathes out, his sister's swollen nipple popping out from his reddened lips. Visenya smiles sickly at that, always able to make her noble husband curse and fidget underneath her. He notices that awful look and takes her mouth onto his for it, palming the back of her neck to keep her from denying him.
In these small ways, Visenya feels they still spar. He rubs his thigh into her weeping cunt harder, resulting in a tight grip from her palm along his shaft. Aegon groans onto her collarbone, biting it softly as a way of surrender. Visenya does so as she releases him from her fist finally, moving her body to properly be draped atop him now.
They let out the same sort of sounds as they connect, Aegon's moan rumbling out as high as Visenya's deep sigh. His thick cockhead is always the hardest part to pierce through even after all these years, the elder trying to relax as she lowers her hips onto his length more and more.
"Does it hurt?" He asks, concern dripping in his tone. Visenya brushes away his hand from her waist and puts her hands on his chest.
"Shut up," She slams her cunt down, his wiry hairs cushioning her squished petals. Visenya leans forward as she drags her ass up again, riding her brother's cock fervently, the walls of her wet cavern quaking from his girth.
Visenya enjoys this position very much. She gets to feel every vein and every hit against her womb, peering down at Aegon as his lids lower and he bites his lip. It feels at times as though she is the one fucking him, tightening around his lovely cock and milking him for all he's worth. She especially adores how much he tries not to give in to her wants, pawing at her breasts and body to try and make her just as much of a mess as he is.
"Take it," She breathes into his face as though her knees do not burn and her thighs aren't tight. "Take it so well for me."
Aegon lets out a strained grunt, his face flushed and veins popping from along his neck and forehead. She slows in her fucking, Visenya's hips riding up and down sloppily as her little brother orgasms beneath her. She can feel a string of his seed shoot into her, hot and thick. It makes her cunt flutter a bit, but she has yet to reach her own climax.
"I bested you then," Visenya taunts her younger brother in their mother tongue as she pulls off of him, his prick laying against his belly with a sense of defeat.
He only regains his breath and watches as she goes to her wardrobe as she always does, pulling out one of the dresses she never wears and reaching into its secret sewn-in pocket. There is where she hides her pouch of powdered herbs for the moon tea Visenya has made herself, aware of how maesters would gossip about her use of it despite her king brother not yet having heirs.
Aegon knows of her stances on the idea of pregnancy as of now, with Dorne not yet theirs and the seven kingdoms still so foreign to their cause. Visenya would rather wait than be swollen with a babe and unable to go to battle.
Her brother has yet to pour her wine despite this, Visenya chuckling as she might have indeed tickled a sore spot of sorts with her comment. Aegon was sensitive despite his stoic demeanor. Even though the whispers were about his seed not being ripe, he couldn't care less as his worries lay with how the tea could strain Visenya's body in the purging process. He was a lot of things that only she and Rhaenys had the privilege of growing fond of.
"Do you still tire?" Visenya presses as she turns her back to him, emptying the contents of the abortifacient into the wine. She swivels the concoction around, turning to her brother. "It seems I have much to teach you then, valonqar-"
He has risen from where he usually sits, a head above his sister and cock still upright. Visenya bumps into his chest and moves to save the wine, yet Aegon moves just as swiftly.
The drink drops to the floor, crimson on the cobble. Visenya's face tightens and her mouth opens with anger, but her brother grabs her up before she can try to be mad about the moon tea.
"Aegon- let go of me- what has gotten into you?" Visenya quarrels as he embraces her, straining against his hold as this has never happened. She is to drink, fuck her brother until she cums, and then send him out so she may bathe again before she sleeps. But no-- it seems her king brother is possessed-- licking into her neck and pressing into her, trying to fuse with her as though they do not come from the same womb.
"Shut up," He repeats her jab from earlier, Visenya is not similarly tempered as he is, her arms up and ready to push him off for it. Aegon holds her wrists and shifts more of his weight along her body, pressing deeply into her bones.
"Why you-"
"Why should it matter if the court- if your handmaidens- if anyone knows how it is I fuck you?" Aegon pants, becoming a desperate animal as he finally lays out the complex inside of his heart. "We are man and wife. You are queen as I am king. It is our duty. Why should we hide it?"
Visenya stares at him with a sort of bewilderment, his violet eyes steady and grip still tight. Slowly, she finds herself, Visenya realizing his pride must have become scorned from how many times she snuck Aegon and the moon tea inside of her.
"Because you are not only married to me." She puts simply, his face softening as he looks to her properly now, the image of their younger sister returning to his mind. Visenya has also always known how her sister wanted to bear their brother's first child before her. She saw it as a divine gift while Visenya could not be bothered with it. It was Rhaenys' to have, much like a lot of things Visenya sacrificed.
"Now hurry up then," Visenya ran her hand across his cheek soothingly, feeling the scratchiness of his beard he'd always kept for her. "Before our sister wonders where you are."
Visenya tries to turn away from him so they can do as they always do in the end, his cock filling her from the back as she climaxes. But Aegon is full of surprises as of late, hooking his hands onto her hips and propping his sister onto the table, the pitcher of wine falling to the floor. Instead of that familiar distaste for his defiance coming back to Visenya, she feels her belly pool with warmth and cunny drip, her husband king fitting between her legs and pressing his cock back in.
"Fucksake," Visenya gasps, clutching around his neck as he begins to thrust into her sopping cunt, her legs wrapping along his hips as to keep close. Aegon takes her mouth onto his, grabbing her jaw and twisting her damp hair into his thick fingers.
She can feel him in a different part of her now, carving out a new sensitive spot inside of her pussy that makes her toes curl and throat sing. Visenya can sense her face burn and robe shed completely off from how vigorous their movements are, the idea of shame never emerging as pleasure completely overrides her senses.
"You are mine," Aegon whispers into her ear as he fucks into her steadily. "You are mine just as much as she is. You have been mine since long before."
"Oh," Visenya moans, high pitched and unlike her, clawing at her brother's back as he dips them both flat on the small decorative table. It creaks and groans underneath them as Aegon kisses and rolls in and out of his sister's cunt, her slick making him able to move inside of her so divinely. Visenya strains as she feels his cockhead lick against her womb in this new position, full of his seed already yet throbbing wantingly for more.
"Brother- I need-" He seemingly knows every crook and cranny of her, pressing his thumb into her neglected clit, the very part of her Visenya always saves for last. She usually rides him with her back turned, rubbing that hardened little nub until her head spins and her cunny clenches around her brother, the orgasm that needed to be had since sparring let out.
The need to fuck her little dragon finally achieved.
This time though, her brother is atop her, pressing into every part of her naked body, sweaty with that soft musk he has in the training yard, and massaging her clit for her. Visenya only has to take every brutal buck of his hips and lay on her back, shaking as she feels her cunt begin to clench and build with slick. She opens her legs wider and whines, her cunt suddenly spasming, the walls fluttering so violently that it forces Aegon's cock out, her cum spewing like fire would from a dragon's snout.
Visenya gasps for air as it spills onto the floor, her body tensing for a second more before blood comes back to her head. All the while she looks to her brother, realizing as he studies her deeply, this is the first time he has seen her face as she cums. Aegon kisses her for it, Visenya allowing it.
"Never do that again," Visenya warns, back in the tub that her husband had prepared himself, washing her back after braiding her hair away. He has a proper brew of moon tea for stewing and waiting for her. The handmaidens were surprised once he emerged with his robe for the contents, whispering surely about the whole ordeal.
Visenya couldn't help but feel a sort of warmth spread inside of her chest, realizing now how Aegon wanted the realm to see how he was a king who loved his two wives.
"Of course," He promises, placing his lips on a scar on her shoulder. Visenya hides her smile as she knows he does not mean it.