Debauchery Chapter 2
Someone was trying to get into his room. Scratch that, someone was already in his room and trying to wake him up. His head hurt. He should have stopped drinking after he got back to his room, but his mind kept running back and forth between Rhaenyra’s tits, and Lucerys’ flirting with him at dinner.
At first, he thought his nephew was mocking him with his coy looks and fluttering eyelashes, but a glance at the look at Aemond’s face was enough to tell Aegon that it was really happening. It was a nice feeling, even though it was a bit awkward, you know with Aegon imagining his sister spread out on the table like a feast at the same time her son was flirting with him.
He was fortunate that both his mother was distracted by Rhaenyra and their father.
He could already hear her nagging him, telling him to wake.
Wait... That wasn’t his mother’s voice, and those weren’t her hands pulling him up from the bed.
“Is he still drunk?”
“I think so, Uncle, can you hear me?”
“Mmmm...”
“He’s completely out of it. Help me get him to the edge of the bed, I can carry him from here.”
“Oh, my prince, I am ever so grateful for your strength and bravery, they just make me swoon.”
“Quiet Bae.”
“Hahaha! Here grab his legs, I’ll grab his arms.”
“Mmmm...”
Aegon didn’t even bother fighting to wake up. If someone wanted to kidnap him, they were more than welcome. Maybe it would even stop his mother’s lectures if she was more worried about paying a ransom.
Then again, Grandfather would get pissed and there went Aegon’s ploy for sympathy. His kidnappers pulled him to the edge of the bed and one of them picked him up. Aegon wasn’t a small man, Aemond was taller which pissed him off, but that didn’t mean Aegon was small, but whoever picked him up carried him like a new bride. Their arms were firmly under his legs and back, and they were cradling him to their chest.
A man, though the other person may have been a woman...the one carrying him was a man.
In the haze of his hangover, Aegon slowly pried his eyes open and squinted up. At first, he was sure that he was still drunk. It was the only explanation he could come up with for why he was being carried by his nephew.
Aegon had noticed last night, but now it was even more obvious up close. Jacaerys was clearly more handsome than the last time they had seen each other. Granted Aegon was newly a man, and Jacaerys was still a child. His nephew was starting to take after his true father, with the same dark brown curls and strong build.
Aegon’s eyes latched onto a piece of Jacaerys’ hair that had fallen over his shoulder and made an uncoordinated attempt to touch it. He ended up smacking Jacaerys in the face. His nephew stopped and looked down at him stunned, but that didn’t stop Aegon from trying to catch that piece of hair again, and again, he hit Jace in the face. Aegon frowned. If this was a dream, then why did his nephew feel so solid to the touch?
“.... mmm doing?”
“What?”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing uncle
“Don’t call me that.”
“Then what should I call you? Egg?”
“No.”
“Prince Aegon?”
“No.”
“I’ve got it, Prince Egg!”
“No!”
Aegon pouted, those were all horrible names. Why would Jace want to call him those? While Aegon was distracted by his thoughts, Jace took the chance to carry him the rest of the distance to Baela’s room.
She was standing by the bed waiting for them, with the blankets pulled back. Jace laid Aegon down in the middle of the bed and watched with amusement as his hungover uncle made himself comfortable.
He shared a look with Baela who wasn’t as amused but didn’t look mad either. It had been her idea to hide Aegon, Helaena, and the children in her and Rhaena’s room, though she was starting to regret it a bit as Aegon stretched out across her bed.
Not a single sense of self-preservation or awareness.
“Aegon, can you do me a favor? I need you to stay here with Baela, you can go back to sleep but you can’t leave, okay?”
“Mmm.”
“Make sure he drinks some water and bully him too much.”
“Don’t worry Jace, your little pet is safe with me,” Baela teased. This is why he loved her, she understood him, and his desires and he understood hers. They were equal partners in their relationship and respected each other. Few noble women, few women at all, could claim such a level of equality in their engagements or marriages, but Balea and Jace had their own agreements that sometimes involved bringing people into their bed to share. Not that they were the only ones in this family to do so and it had become something they all enjoyed.
Jace gave Baela a sweet kiss on her lips and studied her face to ensure she was okay with hanging back. She always wanted to be in the thick of trouble, but this required a more subtle hand and a more even temper.
She kissed him back and nudged him back through the false entrance behind her bookshelf. She would wait here with Aegon, and Rhaena would mind Helaena and the younger children until a member of their family came to get them.
With Jace gone, that left her as Aegon’s keeper. Baela turned around and saw that he was half hanging off her bed, poking around the night table closest to him.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“...”
“...”
“Here, drink this and sober up, you fool.”
“Do you talk to my nephew like this?”
“No, because Jace knows his limits and how to take care of himself.”
Aegon sticks his tongue out at her but drinks the cup of water she offers, and the one after it. He can feel himself becoming more aware and he hates it. Now, his mind is awake and bothering him with questions to be asked. There’s no reason he can think of for his nephew and cousin to kidnap him...unless...
“He’s dead isn’t he.”
“The King passed away either late last night or early this morning, I’m not sure when, but he is dead.”
“Rhaenyra is Queen?”
“Of course, King Viserys would never change his mind about something so important.”
“If Rhaenyra is Queen, what use do you have of keeping me here? Give me some money and send me on my way, I will happily toast in her name so long as she sits on the throne instead of me.”
“You know it’s not that easy.”
“It should be.”
“But it isn’t, so until we hear otherwise, you will remain here.”
“And whose bright idea was this? Let me guess, Jacaerys wanted to hide me away so I wouldn't shame his mother’s ascension to the throne?”
“Actually, it was my idea to hide you here. Helaena and your children are with Rhaena, and you will all remain where you are until we can ensure your grandfather won’t be able to usurp my stepmother's throne.”
“... I never even wanted the damn thing. It looks uncomfortable and boring.”
“Then it’s a good thing that Her Grace and Jacaerys are the ones destined to sit on it and rule the Realm, instead of you.”
“You will hear no complaints from me, cousin. Now what?”
“We wait.”
“Boring. Come on don’t you have any card games or something to do?”
“No Aegon.”
“Fine, then at least give me some privacy.”
“Excuse me?”
“If you won’t entertain me then I will entertain myself, unless you would like a show? Oh, cousin, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“I didn’t think you had it in you either, what with how you were staring at Lucerys last night, I thought for sure you’d go out looking for brown-haired boys to have fun with. Then again, maybe pregnant women with silver-blond hair are more your type.”
What started out as just wanting to tease his cousin, the one he’d never really met, was quickly spiraling out of control. He didn’t expect her to throw his leering back in his face, maybe get uncomfortable at the thought of what he wanted to do in her bed, maybe even yell or hit him, but not push him right back.
He’d forgotten whose daughter she was.
Balea had settled herself on a chair half facing the bed and half facing the door, so she could watch the entire room. Even still dressed in her nightgown she looked like a conquering queen, studying him, trying to determine Aegon’s worth and he found himself squirming under her gaze.
“Well then? Entertain yourself, but don’t expect me to help you.”
Not one to back down and wanting to see how far he could take it, Aegon took his cock out of his pants. He barely remembered taking off his undershirt and doublet from the night before but had completely abandoned trying to get out of his pants while drunk.
He was already half-naked and hard. He always woke up that way in the morning, and usually took his time pleasuring himself until his maids or his mother came in to bother him. It wasn’t his first time performing for an audience, but it would be the first time the audience was related to him and didn’t participate in some way.
Baela meant what she said. She sat there and silently watched as Aegon firmly pumped his hand over his cock. It was an angry straining red, whether it was that way from her staring or whatever he was imagining, it was doing its job.
Aegon panted and groaned as he twisted his hand over the head of his cock. He had closed his eyes and thrown his head back in pleasure, but he could still feel his cousin’s eyes on him. The more her gaze pierced him the harder he got until he was humping his hand like an animal, something Baela was quick to point out.
“Honestly, is that it? You are no better than a dog looking for a quick rut.”
“Jealous cousin? You could always come over here and give me a hand. I bet you’d enjoy getting fucked by a real man.”
“You consider yourself a real man? This little show you are putting on doesn’t compare to Jace. What? Didn’t expect that? Well, it’s no crime for a woman to desire her husband, and since we married in the way of our ancestors on Dragonstone, we saw no reason to wait for the consummation. He’s big Aegon, so big I almost couldn’t take him the first time. He had to make me come on his fingers first, so I was wet and relaxed, then he eased his way into me. It burned for a bit I’ll admit, but then came the pleasure. He fucked me all night like a beast. He didn’t come until he made me come twice more on his cock. Do you think you could do that? Get a woman to come three times before you even come once? I didn’t think so. Mmm, I could still feel his cum in my cunt afterward. I went to breakfast with it dripping down my leg. What’s wrong, cousin you look like you are in pain?”
“...Does...Jacaerys...know about...your...filthy mouth...?”
Baela smirked and looked Aegon straight into his eyes, “Jace loves my filthy mouth.”
The way she stressed the words had Aegon cumming in his hand. The fisting of his cock was almost violent, as he tried to wring every drop from his tip.
Baela stood like nothing unusual had happened like she hadn’t just talked her cousin through an intense orgasm and proceeded to step behind a screen to change. She dressed in a pair of riding leather, quick and easy to put on and flexible enough to move in in case they needed to escape the castle.
Aegon tried to watch but could only see her outline through the screen. His cock gave a valiant twitch, but it would be a few minutes before he could even think about getting hard again.
“So... do you and Jace make a habit of kidnapping unsuspecting souls and keeping them in your bed?”
“I’d tell you, but I’m afraid you’d cry over knowing how many pretty young men and women have joined us in bed, and not a single one of them reminded us of you.”
“Your words always aim to hurt cousin, but sorry to disappoint, I’m not so easily deterred.”
“I’m aware. I’m also aware of the rumors surrounding your favorite whores. My father makes it a point to keep an eye on things in Kings Landing while we are away.”
“Does my reputation proceed me then?”
“It’s useful enough to buy us time to ensure no one can put you on the throne. Be grateful cousin, your lecherousness may have just saved you from a fate you never wanted.”
“...So, what now?”
“Nothing has drastically changed in the last few minutes Aegon. We will remain here until Jace or my father comes to get us.”
“Speaking of my uncle, where exactly is he? I wouldn’t have expected him to let go of the opportunity to spill Hightower blood.”
“My father’s chance will come, but don’t worry Jace will protect you from his rampage.”
“And you won’t?”
“You must earn my attention and protection cousin, something you haven’t done yet. Here put these on, they belong to Jacaerys so they will be a bit big, but it is better than having your cock out if my father is the one to come to get us.”
She throws the clothes and smirks as they hit Aegon in the face. He scowls at her amusement, already the high of his orgasm leaving him. She is right, the clothes are a bit big, but they will do until he can get back to his own room.
Baela returns to her seat, this time with a book to read as she ignores Aegon poking around her room. He is a little miffed that his snooping reveals nothing of interest, and instead, he turns his attention to questioning his cousin.
“...So, you and Jacaerys are married? We certainly didn’t receive an invitation to the nuptials.”
“We have been for a year, we would have invited you, but we wanted it to be a happy occasion.”
“Ouch. Well, here’s to hoping it was nothing like mine and Hel’s.”
“I would tell you that your wedding likely wasn’t that bad either, but we didn’t receive an invitation to attend.”
“Trust me, be glad you didn’t. Marrying Hel wasn’t my idea. Neither was having the wedding night, in fact, that was the one time I would have been happy if my cock failed me.”
“Look at it this way, with Her Grace as Queen, you won’t have to worry about having your own heirs, you can fall into bed with whoever you want so long as you don’t produce any bastards outside this family.”
“Can I though?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean, what happens when Her Grace finally manages to oust my grandfather and mother from power? She won’t have need of us anymore.”
“... You're her siblings Aegon, I don’t know what you have been told all this time, but my stepmother is no kin slayer. Not even my father takes such a thing lightly and would only do it if we were at war to protect us. If you wish to remain in the Red Keep drinking and whoring your way through the rest of your life, she’ll allow it but if you ever decide to do more with yourself, she will welcome that as well.”
“What of Aemond? I know he isn’t the easiest to get along with and there is that nasty business with Lucerys taking his eye, but...”
“But nothing. Neither you, your children, or your siblings will come to harm by our hand. It has been years since we have seen each other, and I will admit that my mother’s funeral could have been better, but that is no excuse for any more violence. Despite how you may feel, the Queen is an honorable woman.”
“…You speak so highly of her.”
Aegon must look away from the pity in Baela’s eyes, but he doesn’t resist as she gets up and pulls him to sit on the couch next to her. She holds his hands and speaks of the woman who helped raise her.
“I have known her for a long time. When my family left Pentos, that first few months we spent much of our time on Dragonstone. Rhaenyra was…is warm and loving and she was excited to have us there and my mother was happy to have a friend who could relate to her. Another woman who was also a dragon rider and a mother, I have very fond memories of us all together as our house should be. When my mother died Rhaenyra didn’t try and replace her. She didn’t try to erase her memory but kept it alive by telling us stories and telling us our mother would be proud of the women we had become. I love and respect my Queen because she deserves it, and I know what kind of person she is.”
“…I wish I could say the same, but we don’t have much of a relationship.”
“Well, maybe that will change moving forward, though I suggest you find some control and should keep staring at her tits in public.”
“I can’t help it!”
“Trust me, we could all tell. My father thought it was very amusing.”
“...He wouldn’t kill me, will he?”
“For lusting after his wife? No. He enjoys knowing he has what other men can only dream of. My father is arrogant and prideful, a true Targaryen prince and Jacaerys takes after him a bit. So do I for that matter. The rest of my siblings take after our mothers, the same women who tamed Daemon Targaryen, making them just as fierce.”
“What does that make me and my siblings? My children?”
“You are children who should have been raised as dragons but instead were raised by sheep. It is not an insult to your mother or the former king, but it is a fact. One that has allowed your grandfather and the Lords of the Realm to covet something that isn’t theirs. The Queen will see your father’s wishes carried out, and she will see justice for any acts of treason. Should you want it she will offer you protection as well.”
“What if I don’t have a choice?”
“You have always had a choice cousin; you have just been too scared to make it.”