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The tempest over Storm’s End raged and roared, sheets of frigid rain and roaming strikes of lightning concealing the wild, deadly chase up in the clouds.
Aemond had scarcely mounted Vhagar when the ancient beast took off, no doubt incensed by the smell of young blood in the throes of the deluge.
Small and agile, Arrax banked left and into the narrow sea cliff gorges as soon as he sensed Vhagar’s approach. More labyrinthine than the secret passages under the Red Keep, they were as unnavigable as they were dangerous. Aemond bit out a curse, squinting through the rain in hopes of catching sight of his nephew, brazen as ever and yet to learn his lesson.
If you can’t follow a rat into the gutter, you just have to smoke it out.
“Dracarys!” Aemond snarled over the deafening wind. Vhagar didn’t need to be told twice. The old dragon reared her monstrous head, fire warming her belly from within all the way through Aemond’s saddle as she spewed a firestorm into the twisting gorge.
Aemond aimed Vhagar up, sailing above the brief blaze and over the gorge. He didn’t have to wait long; with a desperate shriek, Arrax shot out from between the cliffs.
Vhagar followed, locked in on her target even as Arrax disappeared amidst the storm-laden clouds.
Not a minute later, they burst out of the storm into the sun-soaked, blinding stratosphere.
Aemond whipped around, shaking his rain-darkened locks out of his eye, but couldn’t see Arrax and Lucerys. Did we lose them? He thought with a swell of rage.
Yet Vhagar kept flying higher, through a cloud bank rising like a mountain above the rest. And there he spotted a soaring form, the sun igniting Arrax’s scales a brilliant blue.
Aemond grinned, a crazed laugh bursting out unbidden. “There you a—”
Vhagar roared, a tunnel of fire exploding from her maw and engulfing the tiny dragon whole.
“Vhagar, no, no!! ”
Arrax tumbled out of the airborne inferno, saddle and straps aflame. Before he could right himself, Vhagar’s enormous jaws snapped over his right wing.
“No!!” Aemond and Lucerys’s screams twined together, drowned out by the anguished roar of the princeling’s young dragon.
Vhagar let go of the mangled wing, blood spraying. Arrax plummeted down, his body falling in a horrifying spiral. One whirl, two, faster and faster, the tears in his wing opening wider until the beast tucked it close.
E ven in the glacial, windless realm of the clouds, Aemond felt his blood ice over. Arrax was falling too fast for him to spot a form in the saddle, but not even Aegon the Conqueror could hold out long on a wounded dragon.
“Vhagar, catch him!”
The she-dragon lingered, the steady beat of her wings keeping them in place.
“In the name of the bloody Seven, I command you! Catch them !!”
With a begrudged bellow, Vhagar dove after Arrax, and Aemond finally got a good look at the saddle.
The smoldering seat was empty.
This can’t be happening. He can’t be dead. Mother have mercy...
Every iota of hatred bled out of him. Frantic, Aemond swept his eye over the clouds below, every beat of his heart pushing him towards a bottomless pit of despair.
Arrax tumbled over his head when Aemond caught a glimpse of his underside. Lucerys was wrapped in Arrax’s uninjured wing, tucked against the beast’s belly, safe from the neck-breaking speed of the fall.
Aemond collapsed against his saddle, lungs filling with air and ecstatic relief.
“Now, Vhagar!”
One enormous paw closed over the small dragon, caging him within its claws. They plunged back into the storm, down and down until Vhagar’s wings nearly brushed the dark cliffs. The ancient dragon landed atop a high clearing, an avalanche of rocks raining into the sea below as she settled. She released Arrax, only to pin him beneath one of her wing claws.
With his heart still in his throat, Aemond slid down Vhagar’s side and charged to the felled blue dragon. Under his wing, he could already see his nephew’s curled form–pale as death, but breathing and blessedly alive. Ignoring Arrax’s snarls, Aemond dragged Lucerys far enough away to where his dragon couldn’t reach him. Water sloughed off both of them as he shook Lucerys out of his terrified, teeth-chattering daze.
"You idiotic little fuck, you could've died!" He howled in the boy's face, fingers trembling as they gripped Lucerys's shoulders.
"And whose fault would have that been?"
The words were whispered so quietly, with so much venom, that for a moment, Aemond thought he misheard. "I saved you, bastard."
"You nearly cost me my life! Over what? A taunt?? To teach me a lesson? Arrax is mutilated because of you! Go fuck yourself!!"
Aemond's thundering heart settled. Along with it came a sinking, foul sense of wrath. He shackled Lucerys’s wrists in his hand and pressed them down above his head.
Arrax snarled, throat lighting up with a building flame. Vhagar’s eyes narrowed as she reared her head, teeth bared.
“Arrax! No!” Lucerys jerked forward, only for Aemond to slam him against the slick stone. “If you want your runt to live, taōba , you will do as I say.”
“I was here as an envoy! I won’t fight you! Just let me go home, like my mother told me to!”
Aemond’s lips curled in disdain. He gave the boy a good shake, grasping his chin and forcing him to meet his eye. “You’re just so good , aren’t you? Perfect little princeling, doing exactly as your mother bids.” Aemond jerked him up, nose to nose. “Stay still, or I’ll let Vhagar tear Arrax’s throat out, and mount his head over my fireplace in Maegor's Holdfast.”
As if in agreement, Vhagar roared, Arrax’s shrill scream underscoring it as she pressed him into the cliff.
All the fight drained out of Lucerys as his body sagged. “Take my eye, take whatever you want, just don’t harm Arrax,” the boy sobbed, the force of his weeping wracking his body. Aemond grinned, wild pleasure coursing through him. His skin burned as if he were being flayed raw.
Lucerys shut his eyes. Tears leaked from the corners, his cheeks and clenched jaw trembling with the effort to keep his cries quiet.
Above him, Aemond stilled. Blood pounded in his temples, the adrenaline of the flight still pulsing through him. Yet he was off his dragon, clearly in the winning position over a weaker opponent, and still his mouth was dry as bone. He took in his nephew’s wide, wet eyes, dark and dewy as a young doe’s. The frantic flitter of his pulse just beneath the skin of his neck. The boy reeked of fright, the gooseflesh on his arms just as much from trepidation as from the frigid rain.
Aemond cocked his head, eye shuttering as he studied the feelings unfurling within. Fear had always excited him, but this emotion ran deeper. Had a darker, titillating undercurrent. Warmth tricked down his body, collecting deep in his pelvis in a coil of exquisite heat. Aemond’s eye rounded. Ah. Shockingly, shamefully, he felt himself grow hard.
Luke’s eyes flew open. His crying ceased. “What is that?”
Aemond’s eye darted over the boy’s terrified features, the question echoing in his own mind. He’d noticed Lucerys’s delicate beauty and lithe frame since they were young—he’d be a fool not to—but this feeling was new. He’d preferred his lovers older, and in their overwhelming majority – female. He also never had much of an interest in the Targaryen custom of incest--everyone in his family was too similar to him in face and form. That is, everyone but the beautiful boy shaking under him. Aemond swallowed.
What luck it is that Luke came here tonight, and that I caught him. No one will disrupt me enjoying the spoils of my pursuit here. So why hold back? Half-drunk on the realization of his triumph, Aemond shifted his hips, teasing himself with the soft pressure of the body underneath.
"Show some more gratitude, nephew. I know under your bitch mother's watch you were raised to be brazen and conceited--the son of the next Queen, as you were told--but don't you think you owe me for not letting you fall to your ignoble death?"
Lucerys bucked with a snarl, succeeding in separating his body from Aemond's. “Get away from me!!” He shrieked, scandalized, cheeks fever-red.
Aemond didn’t need long to wrestle with his tattered conscience. We’re steps away from a war that will destroy half the seven kingdoms. If not now, then when?
He pushed forward, nearly bending the boy in half and pressing his stiff length against the curve of Lucerys’s ass. “Come now, nephew. Does some light taunting still upset you so?" He let his grin fade to something infinitely more menacing. "It’s all your fault. You have been provoking me at every turn. flaunting what you have. You, a filthy fucking bastard because your whore of a mother couldn’t keep her cunt to herself. With your lineage, you should’ve been some groveling guttersnipe catching coppers in Flea Bottom, instead of a prince.”
“Don’t you dare speak about my mother like that! You’re just a jealous prick from a grasping, backstabbing family with no honor or morals. Your mother never loved you, she only cares about your drunken usurper of a brother!”
Aemond’s eye narrowed. “Such brave words from someone in such a precarious position.”
Arrax snarled, but fell silent, quelled by Vhagar’s weight.
“We have you both right where I want you,” Aemond continued, growing breathless with excitement. “You can’t escape.”
“Uncle, stop this!!”
“Why don’t you beg for mercy?” Aemond slid his clothed cock against Lucerys’s, the friction delicious. “Clearly, it affects me so.”
“You’re depraved!!”
Aemond licked a stripe up his cheek. “You taste just as sweet as you look. Who thought a cliche could be so true?”
Before Luke could answer, Aemond hoisted him up by his tunic collar and dragged the thrashing boy into the mouth of a nearby cave.
“No! Please!” Lucerys wailed. The fury had drained from his voice, leaving nothing but wild terror.
Ignoring his pathetic pleas, Aemond surveyed the space. It was deeper than he expected, with the gravel several feet from the opening pleasantly dry. Unclasping his green cloak with one hand, Aemond flung it onto the rocky ground. Lucerys tumbled onto it next, too disoriented to react before Aemond had him pinned by the wrists again.
With a pleased hum, Aemond ran his hand through the tar-black curls. Making sure his blunt nails scraped, getting a painful grip and wrenching Lucerys’s head back to expose the pale column of his throat, Aemond latched onto the juncture of his neck and shoulder, sucking hard. Luke’s breath stuttered, tapering off into a pained whine before he bit his lip.
Enraptured, Aemond rubbed his clothed length into him with a soft groan. “What were you thinking, prancing in there with that letter - you should have turned around the moment you saw Vhagar. Now you can’t do anything. You could never fight - that was dear Jace’s strong suit. You just cowered behind his back. Helpless and craven. Just as you are now.”
“Helpless?” Luke ground out, the fear in his eyes burning momentarily into pure rage. “I did that, didn’t I?” He worked his jaw, and before Aemond could clamp a palm over his mouth, he spit directly onto his eyepatch.
Aemond’s breath caught - despite the dark locks and eyes, the Lucerys under him was every inch a Targaryen prince—flames saturated his vicious glare, singeing his trembling words with fearsome heat.
The strain in Aemond's trousers became unbearable.
And Aemond was not in the habit of denying himself.
Releasing his hold on Luke’s hair, he reached up and undid his eye patch.
“Aye, you did.” Unsheathing his dagger, he tapped the flat of the blade on Luke’s cheek, just under his eye. “You took my sight. It is high time I took something from you as well.”
Light as a breath, the blade traveled down his jaw, tracing a line across his throat before Aemond gripped his blood-red tunic and split it down the middle. The thick, sumptuous silk gave way to Valyrian steel like paper. His eye caught on the boy's nipples, pink and pebbled in the dusk of the cave. He paused, studying the quivering chest before doing away with his pant legs, slicing through the wool fabric before Lucerys was bared to him down to his smallclothes.
“Look at me, little Luke. Look deep into what replaced my eye as I fuck you bloody.”
Even in the dusk, Aemond could see the color drain from Lucerys’s cheeks as he took in the sapphire. “What? No, you’re sick!! Uncle, please! Let me go!!”
His fear thickened the air. Aemond inhaled with a demented relish, imagining he could smell the cloying scent of it. “Too late for that.”
Aemond dropped his head, in one fluid gesture slanting his mouth against Lucerys. The boy jerked away, but there was no escape when he was pinned between Aemond’s heated body and the unyielding ground. Time seemed to slow, soon ceasing to exist completely in the world being forged between their hot, mingling breaths.
With a low growl, Aemond forced Lucerys’s plush lips open, biting and sucking at his tongue as his hand locked over Luke’s jaw, keeping it from shutting. Aemond licked across the roof of his nephew’s mouth, swallowing the boy’s startled moan.
He tasted like nothing, except for a faint trace of citrus. Lemoncakes, Aemond realized with a shudder. Luke’s favorite. His mouth curled into a smirk. He pulled away, breaths growing labored. Making a mockery of the otherwise gentle gesture—one he’d seen Rhaenyra do to her son a hundred times—Aemond brushed Lucerys’s damp locks off his forehead, and shoved three fingers into his mouth, pushing deep until the boy’s throat convulsed around him as he gagged.
“Wet them well, my prince. We don’t want you tearing during our first round now, do we?”
Lucerys choked on his next sob, straining to spit Aemond’s digits out.
Aemond squeezed his wrists harder. “Do I strike you as a patient man? I said wet them .”
A beat passed, then two. Aemond was about to persuade his nephew with a hand around his throat when a tongue began to circle his fingers. Mesmerized, Aemond watched as glimpses of wet and pink flashed between Lucerys’s perfect teeth.
“That’s it, good boy,” he whispered with a shiver. He pressed a little deeper over Lucerys’s tongue until the boy sealed his lips around them and suckled.
Aemond's composure crumbled. “You filthy, wanton, little slut.”
Tearing his fingers out of the welcoming mouth, he circled Lucerys’s thighs and hoisted them over his own, spreading his nephew's legs with a rough shove of his knees.
Cutting through his small clothes as he did his outerwear, Aemond smirked at the revealed sight. He tapped Lucerys’s limp cock. “Well, so you are a male for true. I was half expecting to see a soft, pink cunt. I must confess, we all doubted you, especially in your younger years. You were almost too pretty to be a boy.”
Lucerys clenched his teeth. “Now you know, you animal. And since boys aren’t to your taste, why don’t you quit this farce of intimidation and let me go?”
“The gender of my partner matters little, as long as they satisfy me. And you are a gift from the gods themselves. My prize, caught and captured in a fair pursuit.”
“There was nothing fair about that!”
Aemond barely heard him. He paused to admire Lucerys’s thighs, milk-white and unblemished. “You have the legs of a high-class whore, you know that?” He said, running a hand from where his thighs met his hips down to his knees and back up. "You mewl as sweetly as one, too." Driven by some dark instinct, Aemond dug his nails deep into the pale skin and dragged them down Lucerys’s thigh. Red marks bloomed in his wake. The boy spasmed in his hold, wincing.
Aemond licked his lips. “Beautiful.”
“Why are you doing this? You can have anyone — I’m a boy , I’m your nephew!”
“Precisely. The Lord of Driftmark, a Targaryen prince - bastard blood notwithstanding. Rhaenyra’s precious little son. Which makes taking you more satisfying than bedding a thousand Pentoshi whores.”
Trailing spit-chilled fingers down his stomach, Aemond slipped his hand between Luke’s thighs. “I assume you’ve never been touched here?” He pressed down on the small puckered hole, not quite entering.
Lucerys gasped, struggling with renewed strength. “Stop!! That’s disgusting!!”
“I’ll take that as a no.” Bearing down on Lucerys to still his thrashing, Aemond rubbed circles around the clenching entrance, massaging the pink skin. Leaning over, he spit onto the boy’s hole, wetting it further until it glistened under the slide of his fingers.
“Look how nicely you’re opening up for me. You may be a boy, but your hole is as ravenous as any cunt I’ve ever seen.”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!! You’re a fucking monster!!” Lucerys wailed.
“I should hogtie you and take you back to King’s Landing when we tire of this cave. Chain you to my bed, to fuck and use as I please. Make you my personal whore,” he breathed into Luke’s ear, biting the lobe for good measure. “I wonder how quickly your mother would bend the knee when she learns of how her precious baby boy is being so thoroughly defiled .”
Lucerys screamed, all of his desperation and shame coalescing into one cry. The sound bounced off the walls, sending a cascade of shivers down Aemond’s spine. “Answer me, Strong. What do you think your mother would do? Or Jace? Or your fearsome stepfather Daemon?”
Lucerys tried to inhale a hysteric breath, his chest fluttering against Aemond’s. Words failed him as Aemond chose the peak of his breath to push one finger in.
He stroked in and out, slow and steady, building a languid rhythm. “ Gods , you’re tight. I can already tell what a delectable fuck you’re going to be.”
Lucerys tossed his head back with a painful crack against the floor, his distressed pants pleasuring Aemond’s hearing. “It hurts, Uncle, take it out!!”
“Breathe, my sweet. You’ll hurt yourself if you don’t relax for me. I’m sure your Strong sire had the cock of a horse, lest your whore mother wouldn’t have bothered, but we Targaryens are blessed in that regard as well.”
Lucerys tried to say something, but a particularly crafty upward twist of Aemond’s fingers made him only loose a long, high keen.
Delighted, Aemond gave the boy a savage smirk. “Vocal, aren’t we?”
Lucerys’s eyes flew open, knees squeezing Aemond’s sides. “What was—?”
“That is the spot that will make you see stars.”
He licked into Lucerys’s slack mouth, relishing how the unyielding pressure of his fingers made the boy under him suddenly pliant as clay. “Let’s see how loudly I can make that pretty mouth scream, shall we?”
Aemond added another, working his hand without tire until all three fingers slid in and out of the boy’s slick hole comfortably.
Fuck, if I’m not inside him within the next two minutes, my dick will fall clean off.
Sitting up on his knees, Aemond carefully let go of Lucerys’s wrists. The boy didn’t seem to even notice, so engrossed he was in whatever magic Aemond’s fingers were weaving down below. One hand buried in his own hair and the other gripping Aemond’s spread cloak, Lucerys had dissolved into a panting, whimpering mess.
His cock hardened, bobbing against his taut stomach with every ministration of his uncle’s fingers. Aemond couldn’t hold back a moan as the laces of his breeches came undone. Hiking the boy’s trembling thighs up to his waist, Aemond leaned over, sinking his teeth into Lucerys’s bottom lip as he lined himself up, letting the head of his cock catch on the boy's rim.
Lucerys’s hand clamped over wrist. “Stop!” Fresh tears burst forth, glistening on his cheeks. “If you do this, I’ll never forgive you.”
Releasing his lip, Aemond placed a gentle kiss over each of his fever-bright eyes. “Dear nephew, haven’t you realized? I’m already damned.”
With that, he pushed in, inch by torturous inch. Lucerys yelped, his seraphic features twisting into a pained grimace–Aemond wasn’t particularly thick, but he more than made up for it with length. Aemond hissed as he bottomed out, his sharp hip bones meeting Lucerys’s firm ass. He rocked his hips in gentle waves, surprising even himself with the impressive restraint.
Trailing tousled white strands across Lucerys’s trembling chest, Aemond sucked a delicate nipple into his mouth, interchanging rolling it with his tongue with nips of his teeth. The boy’s back bowed, pushing further into his uncle’s mouth before pulling away. “Wait, no! It’s – hnng!”
Aemond dropped his forehead onto Lucerys’s, lips sliding against the boy’s temple. “Shhh, my precious. Breathe in and out.” Slicked by spit and sweat, his cock slid deeper, making his hips stutter. Beneath him, Lucerys choked on a wheezing breath.
Briefly, Aemond tossed his head back and allowed himself a quiet groan, savoring the intense pressure. “Seven hells, you feel divine . I could die buried in your soft, sweet boy-cunt.”
His nephew gave a broken whine, the sound half protest, half plea. Aemond gave him a steady, deep kiss. “That’s it, beautiful. Relax for me so I can take you apart like you deserve. Like you’ve been asking for.”
Bit by bit, the vice-like grip around his cock slackened. Willing his breathing to remain a semblance of even, Aemond pulled out halfway and drove back in, setting the same pace as he did with his fingers.
Soon, Lucerys was writhing under him with every thrust, his decadent, boyish moans ricocheting off the stone. Aemond didn’t notice when he’d begun drooling. He slipped an arm under Lucerys’s waist, raising him until the boy’s cries rose an octave at the shift in angle.
Lucerys’s arm that had been grasping his hair dropped to his stomach, blind fingers rubbing through the coarse curls just shy of his cock. “I’m, ahhhh, I’m —”
“Do you want to come, sweet boy? Look how you’re arching for me.”
Letting go of his waist, Aemond curled a fist around Lucerys’s bouncing cock. “Just say the words, Luke, and I’ll help you.”
Lucerys whimpered, tossing his head side to side in a mute refusal. Aemond’s grip tightened in warning, vexation clouding his arousal. “Say it, bastard. Are you about to come on your uncle’s cock? Are you going to spill all over yourself while getting your tight virgin hole pounded? Beg me and I might just let you.” He slapped Lucerys’s inner thigh, hard enough to make the boy’s entire body startle.
“No! Never!”
“You little shit,” Aemond growled. Letting go of Lucerys’s cock, he wrapped both hands around the boy’s waist, the circle of his fingers near encasing it, and set a brutal pace. “I’ll fuck that plea out of you. Pound you until you’re sloppy and stupid and can think of nothing but me inside of you."
A thought occured to him, and Aemond nearly lost his rhythm as a new wave of excitement swelled within him. "Or is it praise my filthy little slut wants?” His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. “Do you want to hear how good you are? How perfect, wrapped around me? How deep you take me, like you were made for this? How breathtaking, covered in tears and pleading for mercy?”
Lucerys choked on a whimper, tightening until Aemond forgot how to breathe.
His arms snaked around his uncle’s neck, nails raking over his wide shoulders.
“Oh, so that’s what it was,” Aemond cooed. “Of course, my sweet baby nephew loves being coddled. But you know what? I think he also likes being degraded, chased and pinned down and fucked into the ground until he forgets to act like he didn’t want it.”
Aemond swore he could see the moment his nephew’s resolve shattered.
“Yes! Aemond, please!!”
“Please what?”
“Make me come! I wanna come!” he babbled, losing all coherent thought.
“Whatever my prince commands.”
Lucerys’s climax struck him harder than the raging storm outside, his entire body convulsed as he bucked into his uncle before collapsing with a wet keen, a chant of Aemond’s name on his bitten lips.
Aemond barely lasted two thrusts longer, spilling inside his nephew hard enough for his vision to go dark.
As if in a haze, Aemond pulled out, barely having the presence of mind to roll off Lucerys before he collapsed.
For several minutes, nothing but tired panting filled the cave.
Then Lucerys sat up. Grimacing, the boy gingerly touched between his legs. His fingers came away slick with come, but no blood was visible. Aemond let out a silent sigh of relief.
Lucerys’s face crumbled. “Y-y-you came inside me.”
Aemond nearly laughed at the hurt in his voice. “Indeed. And if you don’t cover yourself, I have half the mind to bend you over and lick said come out of you. I’m sure that poor hole of yours could use some soothing.” He let his tongue loll, running it over his lips in the most vulgar display he could manage.
Lucerys’s mouth hung open in comical indignation.
With a chuckle, Aemond rose to his elbows just enough to reach the pile of clothing to their left. After a short, half-blind search with his hand, he threw a shivering Luke his shorn clothes. “Now, get out of my sight before I decide to go for a second round. Catch a ship to Dragonstone with Arrax on the morrow.”
The boy scrambled away from the cave, doing his best to hide the telltale limp.
Aegon closed his eye, refusing to watch the boy and his dragon race away.
An hour later, the flight home was silent.
Aemond wondered what Rhaenyra and Daemon’s faces would look like tomorrow, when he would fly to Dragonstone himself. What his cocksure sister would say when he would pledge himself and Vhagar to her cause, so long as they let him keep his nephew.
Aemond smiled, calculating the chances in his favor.
Wait for me, little Luke. Something tells me you'll be seeing quite a bit of your favorite uncle soon.