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It seems very wrong to Aemond that his bastard niece is beautiful. Too beautiful. She’s not pure on the inside, after all. She can smile as angelically as she likes, but he knows what she really is. His niece Elaena is the devil in disguise.
Which is why he keeps an eye on her. It’s not because he wants her. She needs watching. She’s dangerous. He should know. He’s only got one eye because of her.
Besides, no one should shine the way she does. No one should have lips that red or eyes that big. It’s unnatural. It’s like she was sculpted by the Gods just to tempt him. Dangerous.
Elaena’s just turned fourteen -marriageable age. The King announced it at supper. She is to wed the new Lord of Winterfell, a strategic move by Rhaenyra and Daemon. The North has a vast army, and where the Starks lead the rest of the North will follow. Well, they can’t have that now, can they?
Something must be done, and Aemond would do anything for his family.
So he follows the princess after supper. Her hair is braided all the way down her back. It sways from side to side as she walks. Perhaps she senses she’s being followed, because several times she stops and looks back over her shoulder. Aemond hides in the shadows. He’s had a lot of practice stalking her. She never knows he’s there. Well, she will tonight, but not until he wants her to.
She goes inside her chambers and firmly shuts the door. Aemond hears the lock click into place and smiles at her naivety. Little does she know he’s been watching her sleep for weeks. Not in a creepy way. He isn’t a monster. She just looks so peaceful when she’s asleep, so innocent… which he knows she’s not. He’s not a monster, she is.
He lingers in the hallway, giving her time to complete her usual evening routine. There’s no hurry. The later the hour grows, the less likely it is someone will be awake to hear her scream.
Once he’s certain she’s in bed, he takes the spare key he’s had made and lets himself in. The room is dark and quiet. He locks the door behind him.
He prowls closer to the bed and hears her soft breathing. Her lovely face is illuminated only by moonlight. He wants to reach out and touch her -but not yet.
He quietly undresses, folding each article of clothing and leaving it in a neat pile. He hates mess. Aegon is messy. Aegon really doesn’t deserve to be King, but there it is.
Aemond hovers by the edge of the bed and watches her sleep. He stares at her lips and unconsciously licks his own. She’s a princess, his niece, a bastard. None of that really matters. She’s his. Always has been.
He tilts his head. She looks thin and delicate, like she’ll be easy to pin down while he has his way with her. Convenient.
Aemond slowly lifts the covers and slips underneath, careful not to wake her. He wants to draw the moment out; wants to pretend she’ll be happy to see him. That she’ll smile at him like she does at Jace.
If he was the Stark boy, would she roll on her back and open her legs for him? Would she run her fingers through his hair and whisper his name as he fucked her?
A shiver runs down his spine at the thought. Gods!
He shifts closer, cock hardening. She smells nice, like she’s been bathing in roses. Maybe she has been. He can feel her warmth now. He’s so close to touching her. Will her skin be as soft as he’s always imagined?
It is. Aemond’s heart skips a beat. He tenderly caresses her cheek, fingers skating down along her throat, to her breasts. Her eyes flutter open, dazed, confused, then terrified.
He slaps his hand over her mouth before she can scream. She does anyway, but it’s entirely muffled by his palm.
“Shh…” he uses his weight to restrain her as she writhes beneath him. “Don’t scream, don’t scream. We wouldn’t want someone to come in and find you like this would we? With a man in your bed?”
Her eyes grow impossibly wider. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly. She stops struggling. He cautiously removes his hand.
“Leave, Aemond,” she hisses. “Just go now, and I promise I won’t breathe a word to anyone.”
“Oh I know you won’t.” He smiles darkly. “If this gets out, I might be punished a little, but the King’s not going to kill his own son is he? But you, you’ll be ruined. There’s not a Lord in the Seven Kingdoms who’ll take you to wife after you’ve been spoiled by me. As father always says, perception is everything.”
He laughs quietly, cruelly. He can read in her face she knows he’s right. The most likely consequence will be that he’s made to marry her, to save her reputation… which is exactly what he’s counting on.
“Why are you doing this?” she whispers tearfully.
“You really need to ask?” He drags off his eyepatch, relishing the way she shrinks back at the sight of the sapphire. “Does this bring anything to mind, dear niece?”
“Uncle… please…”
“You took something from me. Now I’m going to take something from you. Be grateful it’s not your eye.”
Elaena shakes her head. Her eyes water.
“N-no, please Aemond, no!” Her voice cracks. It’s so delicious. Revenge certainly is sweet.
“Shh.” He leans down, kissing away her tears. His long hair falls around his face. “Be a good girl and stay nice and quiet for me.”
Elaena keeps crying and shaking her head, but she doesn’t scream again or call for help. Aemond takes that as a good sign and busies himself removing her nightgown. It’s a lacy, white, loose-fitting thing that slides easily up her body and over her head. He folds it -because he can’t help himself- and sets it aside, before crawling back on top of her.
He brushes a curl back from her face and gently kisses her soft lips. Elaena chokes on a sob. She’s clearly very upset. This annoys him. Who is she to reject him?
“You should be honored I even want you,” he whispers harshly. “I am the trueborn son of a Targaryen King. You’re just Harwin Strong’s bastard daughter. Your very existence brings shame on our family.” He shoves her legs apart. “You don’t deserve to have a dragon. You don’t deserve anything. You’re so far beneath my notice you should be grateful I even look at you.”
“I don’t want you to look at me,” she retorts. “All I want is for you to leave me alone!”
“Well you should’ve thought of that before you took my eye.”
Her thighs tremble around his hips as he lines himself up to enter her, nudging the head of his cock through her warm folds. He’s excited and impatient, but he considers trying to get her wet first, or indeed the least bit prepared for him. He spits on his hand and strokes his cock, contemplating taking a gentler approach…
But then she says in a small but determined voice, “I don’t regret it. I was saving my brother's life. I only wish I’d killed you instead.”
Aemond’s lips twitch into a sinister smile.
“My brave girl,” he coos, covering her mouth again. “Brave, but foolish.” Then he slams into her, burying himself to the hilt.
Elaena shrieks into his palm and arches violently off the bed. Her already tight virgin cunt squeezes around his cock, desperately trying to expel him from her body. Aemond bites his lip to stifle a groan. Nothing -nothing- has ever felt better.
“Gods Elaena.” He curses and rocks back and forth a little. She’s so tight he can barely move. His niece claws frantically at his back and chest, no doubt trying to inflict as much pain on him as he is on her. He doesn’t care. She can leave as many scratch marks as she likes. Nothing can ruin this for him.
Eventually she quietens down a little and he slowly withdraws from her body. There’s a streak of her blood on his cock. It’s oddly satisfying.
This time he eases back in, watching as his cock is gradually swallowed up inside her with each thrust. His eye rolls back as her muscles tighten and draw him in.
“Fuck-” He lowers his hard body on top of Elaena’s soft, yielding one, supporting himself on his forearms. The bed creaks as he struggles to find his rhythm. He wants it to last but he doesn’t think he can hold himself back for long. The feeling is too intense.
Elaena’s sobs fade into whimpers. She turns her face away when he tries to kiss her, but otherwise she just lies there and takes it. The fight seems to have gone out of her.
“That’s it bastard.” He says the term almost affectionately. He kisses her cheek. “You see? This is what you were made for: to give pleasure to men like me. If your whore of a mother was anyone else, you’d have been abandoned in a brothel to do exactly this.”
“I hate you,” she whispers, voice breaking. “I hate you!”
He presses more kisses down her neck, breathing heavily against her skin.
“You’ll get used to it.”
She shakes her head stubbornly. “No, no I won’t.”
“You will.” He groans as his cock begins to twitch inside her. “Once I’ve sired a few bastards of our own on you.”
“No!” she breathes. He sees fear once more light up her eyes, and then he’s coming, hard. She flinches as his warm cum spills inside her. He moans, bucking his hips, carried away on a wave of ecstasy. This feels so much better than his own hand.
He stills after a minute, panting against her shoulder, then slowly pulls out. Elaena rolls onto her side, curling into a ball and wrapping her arms around herself protectively, weeping into her pillow. Aemond lies down beside her, struggling to get his breath back.
He rubs his face with his hands and heaves a long sigh.
“It’s okay,” he says, as much to himself as to her.
It’s not. He’s watched her grow up. He’s hated her, and he’s longed for her. Now he’s taken her innocence. She belongs to him, and she always has.
He gets up from the bed and begins to dress.
“I didn’t mean it when I said I’d sire a bastard on you,” he soothes. “You really think I’d bring even more shame on this family? No, I’ll bring you a tea tomorrow.”
He’s not sure if she hears him since she doesn’t respond in any way. It doesn’t really matter. Nothing matters in the end.
He will bring her a tea tomorrow. He’ll also visit the King. He’ll tell his father he’s fallen madly in love with his niece and beg him to betroth them. If Viserys refuses, he’ll confess to taking Elaena’s maidenhead. That will do it. His father might be furious, might even punish him harshly, but he’ll be forced to marry them.
There will be no alliance with the Starks, or any other noble House in the realm. No man but him will ever touch Elaena… and he’d take any penalty for that. There’s nothing Aemond Targaryen wouldn’t do for his family.