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A steaming pot of sauce sits on top of the stove, condensation slowly dripping down the sides. Beside it sits a pan of vegetables and butter, sizzling each time Helaena pushes the food around with her wooden spoon. She sprinkles in some salt, and then tastes the mixture for herself, making a displeased face.
She is far from a cook, but can't bring herself to order another pizza, or make a drive to pick up Chinese food. Empty boxes already litter their living room and half of the kitchen. She tries her best to keep up with the constant mess her brother creates, but sometimes it proves to be too much to handle.
Aegon cannot take care of himself anymore. At one point in his life, he could. Maybe being a heavy smoker and overworking himself wasn't the most perfect example of proper self-care, but it was much better than his recent behavior.
At first, Helaena sympathized with him. She let her brother come stay with her in her small, lonely apartment, unemployed and depressed. She'd hold his head in her lap as he cried to her about anything and everything on his mind. She would watch stupid movies with him and help him get himself up to shower. One time when he was so bad, barely able to feed himself, she even bathed him and brushed his teeth.
Helaena knew he carried a lot of trauma with him. He had lost his mind through his work. In reality, she is the last person he has. And she promised to take care of him if things ever got bad.
Nothing had changed from the day she made that promise. But, Aegon changed.
He changed a lot when he started drinking. And after months of Aegon delving into alcoholism, far beyond anything she had experienced with Aemond, Helaena had begun to reconsider the decision she had made so long ago.
Despite it all, she still tries. She makes them both morning coffee and toast that's always slightly burnt. She asks Aemond about his day, even though they're always the same, and he's on his fifth beer by noon, if he even gets up before then.
By now, she sees herself to be more of a maid or babysitter than a sister. But she's unsure of how to bring the problem up to her brother, and even feels guilty doing so. She knows he's suffering. He isn't trying to be a burden.
And even though things get to be tough, Aegon is still Aegon. His eyes are more dull, void of the brightness they once contained, but they still hold a familiar, comforting feeling when she looks into them. His words are slurred and sloppy, but he still remembers his old, stupid jokes that always make Helaena laugh.
And he's not always drunk. Just, a lot.
He's still protective. He still cares.
He just shows it in different ways now. Ways Helaena will have bad dreams about or will try to convince herself are okay or didn't really happen.
She moves on from those reminiscent thoughts when the front door swings open. She turns down both knobs of the stove when Aegon is stumbling and unable to shut the door on his own, figuring she'll finish dinner later on. He grunts and leans against the wall, sipping at the half-empty bottle in his hand.
Helaena approaches him with a soft smile, trying her best to greet him with some positivity. Then she realizes the time, and how intoxicated he is, and - that he was driving. Her smile falters.
"Where have you been? I didn't even notice how long you've been out. Are you okay?"
Aegon sways, silent. He sips his drink again, looking down at her with dark, lidded eyes. Some of the alcohol drips down his chin, staining his short beard.
Her hair is up in a ponytail, like usual. A few purposeful strands fall in her big, lilac eyes. He can see all of her beauty. Pretty pale skin that contrasts with her pink, pouty lips. Rosy cheeks bring life to her round, angelic face.
She keeps that necklace on. The charm rests right above her cleavage.
Aegon leans forward, mumbling nonsense. Helaena puts a hand on his chest to keep him steady. She says something sweet and soft, but he doesn't hear it.
His sister wears a gray tank top. He can see all of her underneath, thanks to the bright lights she keeps on when night falls. The fabric is nearly sheer; her nipples are hard from the cold air from the ceiling fan, indenting on her shirt.
"Aegon, you look like you're gonna fall over. I'm making us some food, why don't you sit down?"
Her brother doesn't budge. He puts the bottle to his lips again, and Helaena gets frustrated. She tries to take it from him.
Aegon grabs her tiny wrist. It nearly disappears in his big, calloused hand.
She looks worried.
His eyes fall. She wears her usual pajama shorts. A plain red, tight fit. Barely covers her upper thighs.
He drops the bottle on the floor, and the small amount of liquid left inside spills out, dampening the carpet. Helaena would have made a fuss out of it if she wasn't staring her brother in his eyes, starting to tremble like a scared little deer. He uses his now free hand to run it up her chest, sighing as she shivers.
Tears prick her eyes immediately. She tries to pull away, but she knows he's so much stronger than her. He's so much bigger. She stood no chance, no matter how hard she would try, and that terrifies her.
"Aegon, you're drunk. Enough."
"Shh, shh. Quiet."
He grabs one of her breasts with one hand, squeezing and groping her without any shame. He leans down to kiss her jaw, and she smells alcohol on his breath, scrunching her nose. Tears fell down her cheeks. She sniffles but stays quiet.
He needs her. He's sad. He's stressed. He's hurt. Why shouldn't she be of use to him? She promised to be there for him no matter what.
He needed this. She should be understanding.
"Sopretty, Helaena." Aegon grunts. She cries a little harder when his hot tongue runs up her neck. There are several marks already there. Bruises when he got too angry, hickeys when he got too horny. He adds more tonight, groaning at the taste of her skin.
Then, he pulls away to take off his jacket, and Helaena takes the opportunity to run. She tugs her hand from his grip, sobbing, and runs into her room.
Aegon grows angry. No, this wasn't her. She was teasing him all week long. Begging to be touched like always. Especially tonight. She was making him dinner. Obviously, she wanted to show him her appreciation.
She was playing hard to get. Silly little girl.
Aegon rolls his sleeves up as he stumbles behind her, unable to beat her to it. She slams the door in his face, and he hears the click of the lock.
Helaena slides against the door, burying her face in her hands as she sobs. Her stomach aches with nausea and panic settle in her chest. It's hard to breathe. The room is spinning. She feels violated. She feels wrong.
She misses her parents. If they were here, Aegon wouldn't be like this. He wouldn't be trying to take advantage of her.
His own sister. What was wrong with him? Why was he so sick?
The woman screams as a section of her door is smashed, pieces of wood flying across her room. She crawls away from the action, hiding in the corner, watching her brother beat the door down with a... crowbar.
The crowbar they had gotten together when Aegon insisted they needed more home security. When he was better.
Aegon pushes past the remaining, crumbling structure, and stands in front of her with a terrifying glare. She tries to hide in herself, like a scared little kid, but it does nothing. He tosses the crowbar far from her reach and pulls her up by her arms, rough and violent. She struggles against him, but he just throws her on top of her bed.
Her comforter is the same one she had as a child. Blue, covered with purple and white butterflies. Her sheets even match.
She tries to scurry off, but Aegon grabs her and pushes her head into the mattress. Helaena sobs and begs as he quite literally rips her shirt off, tearing the fabric to completely reveal her upper body.
Her back is covered in bruises. Some are a light yellow, doing their best to heal under such horrible circumstances. Others are a dark, violent purple. There are a few scratch marks scattered across her shoulder blades, too. Aegon runs his hand over them.
She just got to be so defiant. He didn't want to hit her. No, she made him. If she didn't want to be hurt, she'd obey him.
"Aegon - Aegon, I'm sorry, please! Please just stop." She chokes out through sobs, her voice hoarse and pathetic.
"Shutup. Shutup. You like it. You like it."
Aegon grunts and pulls her shorts down. They pool at her ankles. His cock twitches in his pants.
She's not wearing underwear.
Her brother can see how wet she is, how it coats her thighs. She yelps when he slaps her cunt, then squeezes her ass, which was littered with dark, red welts from being striked with his belt.
There isn't an inch of her body that is uncovered from his touch. Aegon makes sure of that. Even her pretty little face. The makeup can only do so much.
"Do you like it, Helaena?"
She's trembling, fistfuls of covers in her hands. Her eyes are wide in shock. She is exhausted. She can't fight against him anymore, no matter how much she wants it to stop.
She can't stop it. She won't ever be able to.
She's weak. Tiny. Helpless.
Only her brother can help her anymore.
Only her brother knows how to take care of her. And only she knows how to take care of him.
It doesn't have to hurt anymore. It doesn't have to be a pain. Fear.
It can be beautiful if she allows it.
She's fought for months.
She's tired. She wants to feel good.
Helaena nods against his hand. He lets go of her.
She turns around so she can face him, looking up from the edge of the bed. She sits, silent. Tears stain her face and she hasn't stopped shaking. She crosses her legs to keep from exposing herself entirely.
She doesn't really know what she's doing. Maybe she wants to control. Maybe this is the only way she can get it.
Or maybe, deep down, she likes it all.
She kept her underwear off. She knew he would do what he always did.
She wanted him to notice her efforts. Her careful, quiet signs.
It's sudden and abrupt, her change of pace. Her demeanor. It throws Aegon off, especially in his inebriated state.
It sobers him up.
And it turns him on beyond belief. For a moment, he wonders if the alcohol is having an odd effect on him.
Helaena feels very vulnerable. She wraps her arms around herself, trying to catch her breath. She tries to understand what she's feeling.
She won't look him in the eyes.
Aegon looks unsure of himself. For the first time in a while; he doesn't know what to say. What would force do for him now?
"I don't..I...thought you..."
"What? Different now that I'm okay with it? You like being a rapist?"
He grimaces. He raises his hand, and Helaena winces, putting her arms in her face to protect herself. Aegon snickers cruelly.
"Still scared. Aren't you? Or you - you like being scared, too?"
"You're stronger than me."
Aegon grunts, crawling on top of the bed so he can hover over her. She stays sitting up, backing away slowly to give him more room. Her heart is a jackhammer against her chest. But, she tries to stay composed.
"You want me now?" He questions, breath hot on her face. Tears fill her eyes again, and she cries softly, sweetly. So pretty. Her brother puts a hand on her face. It's gentle. He wipes a tear.
"I don't know. I don't know. It just hurts. Make it stop hurting."
"Like hurting you." Aegon hums, pressing sloppy kisses along her jawline. His hands snake up her thighs, squeezing the sensitive skin.
"Why?" She sniffles.
He avoids answering. Instead, his lips travel up to her own. He stays inches from her mouth, waiting.
"I knew you wanted me. Been begging for it. Trying so hard not to give in."
Helaena hadn't. She never even attempted to entertain that kind of thought. It disgusted her the first time Aegon molested her. It was on the couch, during a storm. They were watching an old classic movie from when they were younger.
Aegon’s hand slipped in between her legs. She slapped him and yelled. He hit her. Then he made her cum.
She couldn't eat or sleep for days. He'd do it more, after a while. She fought and begged and screamed, but nobody came to save her.
Soon, she knew when to expect it. He'd have this look in his eyes. This determination.
He started to control her thoughts. While he was out, Helaena would find herself trying to excuse his actions, or blame herself.
She tried to cope.
It was hard to deny him. When his hands could bring her so much pleasure, they could also bring a lot of pain. Bruise her and make her ache for days.
And when he was raping her, buried deep inside his little sister, he'd always say: "You're all I have. All I need. I have to, I have to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Then the apologies soon disappeared.
Yet now, with the way Aegon spoke with that silver tongue, she considered what he said to be truthful. Maybe she did want him.
Maybe she was silently pleading for him to protect her, forever.
Maybe she just needed to be broken to be rebuilt.
They spoke to each other, silently. In their own little languages. With their own desires.
"I'm scared. I'm scared, Aegon." She sobs.
"Sh. I've got you. Your brother's got you." He speaks softly, reassuringly. It's a comfort Helaena has grown unfamiliar with. A comfort that soothes her fragile state.
Aegon presses their lips together. It's their first real kiss.
His hands hold her face, thumbs gently swiping across either side of her cheeks. Helaena is slow to react, but when she does, her hands rest against his chest. She doesn't stop crying, but Aegon knows he's breaking through to her. He's finally making her understand.
He knew she would never be the same. And be wanted that. He wanted to ruin her, break her down to nothing. Make her believe he was the only one that could fix her. That could love her.
She would cave in eventually. And she was.
He couldn't lose her. He just couldn't.
And he would do anything to keep her close. Never let her go.
Their kiss heats up quickly. Helaena’s breathing is shaky and needy. Aegon’s tongue slips into her mouth and she does her best to ignore the bitter taste. Whiskey, his usual pick. It was a drink she rarely indulged in. She couldn't help it - wine was her favorite. She never understood how anyone could enjoy the burn and bite of hard liquor.
It was easier to get down when it was coated on her brother's sticky lips and tongue, though. His hot, wet mouth against hers, with clashing teeth and sloppy grunts.
Not breaking away from her, Aegon gently guides her to lie on her back. Helaena’s arms wrap around his neck, thin fingers curling in his short hair. He groans as both of his hands grip her round, puffy tits. She can't help herself and lets a whine slip into his mouth.
She was always sensitive. Aegon knew that. He was just always too rough and brash to take the time to draw such noises out of her, make her twitch, and gasp under his touch. He was used to her screams and cries. Maybe the occasional groan when she couldn't help it, but that was nothing special.
To him, it really didn't matter. He didn't often care about her pleasure. Aegon focused on himself, liking a quick, hard fuck as opposed to a slow, passionate session between lovers. No, Helaena didn't deserve that, and it wouldn't teach her a lesson.
Maybe now that she showed a bit of understanding, he'd grant her what he deprived her of - but only shortly. He still wanted to hurt her. He'd never get tired of that. And the alcohol was still in his system.
Aegon pulls away from their kiss and they both breathe heavily, ragged. He grabs her legs and tugs her forward, resting them on either one of his shoulders. Helaena makes a soft, surprised sound, and looks up at him. She grips the sheets and squeezes her eyes shut as her brother inches his face closer to her pussy. She shivers at the feeling of his beard against her inner thigh. He peppers kiss along the tender flesh, nipping occasionally. He looks down to meet her gaze, disappointed to see her eyes shut.
He reaches a hand down to lightly tap her cheek. Her eyes open in an instant, but she has a hard time keeping eye contact. Helaena’s chest rises and falls at a worrying rate. She's very worked up and considerably nervous at what their current position is implicating.
"Don't look away. Watch me."
She shakes her head, hurrying to wipe away her tears.
"Don't give me that shy act. Watch your big brother eat you out."
That sentence should have made her lean over and vomit. Should've sent her running out of the room.
But instead, she felt heat rise in her stomach. It made her entire face go red. And she obeyed him, looking up with wide eyes and blown pupils.
She'd never been eaten out before, by anyone. Aegon was never considerate enough. Just like her ex-boyfriends.
Aegon stares her down as he dips his tongue inside of her, groaning at the taste. His hands grip her thighs so hard, so possessively, she's sure she'll find bruises tomorrow.
She gasps and a hand flings to cover her mouth.
He smirks. "Feel good?"
She doesn't respond. So, he runs his tongue along her outer lips until he gets to her clit. There, he allows his tongue to roll in slow, circular motions.
Helaena's thighs twitch in his hands and she throws her head back, letting out a pleased moan. It's high-pitched and needy, just like her screams.
It's a sensation she's never felt before, but immediately knows she'll be craving it every single day.
Her free hand reaches up to grab one of his wrists. Not to stop him, though. He grins to himself as he continues his pace. When he gets bored, he speeds up, and Helaena tries to instinctively close her legs in reaction to something so blissful. She whines and twists beneath him, feeling sick and disgusting and amazing and perfect and everything all at once.
"Aegon! Slow down, slow..aa- slow down! Or I'll - I'll..."
He does the exact opposite.
He keeps his tongue moving, not missing a beat despite Helaena’s writhing and shaking. Then he wraps his lips around her clit and hallows his cheek out, sucking harshly, teeth daring to tease the swollen flesh.
Helaena’s nails drag down any part of him she can reach as her face contorts in absolute ecstasy. Her moans grow louder, quicker, filled with desperation and lust. Her body tenses as she cums all over Aegon’s mouth, crying and whimpering as he keeps going until she's oversensitive and trying to pull away.
Aegon pulls away from her, mouth, cheeks, and chin covered in her glistening wetness. He smiles at her and she gets fucking butterflies. Tells herself it isn't entirely her mind, but the post-clarity of her orgasm alters her thought process. No, she didn't find her brother covered in her own cum attractive. That wasn't what this was supposed to be.
She was just supposed to feel good. Just supposed to like the way he made her feel - not him. No, no. Somehow, that was too far.
'What pathetic irony', she tells herself.
Aegon pulls her up to his chest and readjusts them so he's sitting on the bed. She's still recovering, unable to keep up with his pace from the overwhelming amount of both emotional and physical trauma wracking her system.
He helps her wrap her legs around his waist. She lays against him, beginning to sob and shake once again as he unbuckles his belt. He tosses it away and she feels momentary relief. She knew the feeling of that leather against skin all too well.
Helaena hides her face in the nape of his neck, tears, and snot covering his skin. He rubs her back softly, trying to soothe her through such a bittersweet moment.
His cock aches in his pants. Her crying, her misery, feeds into his twisted, sadistic new state of mind.
She was doing so well. Learning so fast.
"It's okay, baby girl, just a little more. Just gotta be a toy now, yeah? You've done that countless times."
"Please. Don't make it h-urt, Aegon, please, please."
"It has to. You don't deserve that pleasure yet."
Aegon tugs her back by her silver ponytail, grinning at her. She looks wrecked already. Red eyes, snot spilling past her chin, face blotchy and pink. She's pathetic. Still has that ounce of innocence left. He nips at her jaw and nuzzles into her ear, lowering his voice to barely a whisper.
"You always cum anyways. Because you like it. You like when it hurts and you're trying to pretend you don't. Isn't that right?"
"No, no - !"
He slaps her across the face with his free hand, laughing at her panicked wail.
"Don't lie to me, little girl. I know what you are deep down. What do you want from me."
"Please, you don't have to. I'm trying. I'm trying!" She sobs, desperately clawing at his chest. He slaps her again.
"You're not getting the message."
Aegon pulls her off of his lap, grip firm on her arm. He stands up and drags her with him so they're both in front of the bed. She continues to plead, he slaps her yet again. This time her ears ring and she's frozen in place for a moment. Then, he grips her face, squeezing her cheeks so tight her lips are smushed together, making her look even more pathetic.
"I was gonna let you ride me. But you just don't know when to shut up, do you?" He spits, grabbing her hair again, tugging it so hard and high, she's standing up on her toes. He takes the opportunity to slap her around more, abusing her swelling tits and ass. Helaena screams after each hit, trying to swat him away. He loves watching her try to fight.
"I'm sorry! Please, Please!"
"Enough begging. God, you're so fucking stupid. You're supposed to be a Targaryen. But you're too damn slow to see what's right in front of you."
She earns another slap, and her lip splits.
"Begging gets you nowhere. Not anymore."
Helaena gives him an exhausted, defeated pout. She coughs, trying not to choke on the mucus lodged in the back of her throat, her poor nose stuffed to the brim from crying so much.
"Good behavior gets you better treatment. That's why you got your cute little cunt eaten. You didn't beg for that, did you? Did you?"
She shakes her head immediately, gasping for a breath of air.
"You listened. Like a good little girl. Isn't that what you want to be for me?"
Aegon’s voice is suddenly soft. It's almost scary how quickly his tone changes. When she doesn't respond fast enough for his liking, he tugs her closer to him by her hair. She winces and nods in an instant.
"Say it to me."
"I want - I want to be...be a good girl."
"Take what I give you. I don't care if you don't like it."
Helaena, clueless as to why she decides to dig herself further into the hole she's in, glares at him suddenly. A quick burst of anger trails up her spine as the words burn her skin.
"You sound like Otto."
But he chuckles, and that worries her far beyond any form of abuse he could send her way.
"You trying to hurt me?"
She supposes so. He's not close to their grandfather anymore, to her knowledge, nor is he dead. But she knows he holds a distaste for him.
Aegon smirks. "Maybe he'd like to come to visit soon."
Her heart drops. She can't linger on the matter, though, because her brother is tossing her on the floor as he unzips his pants and tugs them off along with his boxers - a problem far more important than the topic of Otto.
She tries to crawl, somewhere. But Aegon pulls her back off the floor again and bends her over. Helaena is a bit surprised at such a common position for him, considering, well, everything about him.
Then he's pulling her up, and she wraps her legs around his waist to hold herself up as he wraps one hand around her throat, and keeps a tight hold on her left arm, tugging it behind her back.
She stares at the wall in front of her, decorated with old family photos and childish drawings. Her awards. Her certificates. It saddens her to ponder what could have been.
Aegon angles his hips, the tip of his cock pressed against her. She pants, body and head aching. He's never had her like this before.
She's smaller against him, held up like a little doll. It's imminent Aegon finds it peculiarly hot. He always enjoyed being the stronger one. It aided his possessive nature.
Helaena gulps against the hand on her throat, gripping just enough to limit her air, keeping her on edge. She glances over her shoulder to see Aegon staring down between his legs, chewing his bottom lip.
She's in agony. She knows it.
She wants to stop thinking about everything else. Everything about her current situation. And she knows the pain will grant her brother satisfaction, and her a distraction.
"Do it." She wheezes.
Aegon raises an eyebrow. "Whore."
Before she can stop herself, her mouth forms into a twisted, weak smile.
"I am. I'm a whore."
She meets his gaze again, mouth hanging open as she tries to keep her breathing steady. Her eyes are distant from the moment, and Aegon doesn't seem to notice. He's too focused on what she has to say.
"I'm a whore for my brother."
Aegon’s breathing picks up. Oh, that drives him crazy.
"Only for me?" He slips up. Curiosity pools inside Helaena, just for a moment.
"Only you, Aegon."
A scream rips from her throat as he snaps his hips, suddenly tearing into her tight, warm cunt. Her head falls forward, and stars dance in her blurring vision.
Aegon uses her as if she's a toy, feeble, and easily manipulated in the position she's in. She tries her best to keep her legs wrapped around him, but as his thrusts get harder and deeper, she can't do it. Her thighs tremble as she drops her legs, letting them swing in the air as her brother continues without missing a beat, able to support her without any help.
She lets out tiny, cute gasps and moans of pain, feeling the string of heat course through her muscles. She can hear him grunting and groaning behind her, swearing under his breath.
He tugs her closer so she back is pressed against his chest. He helps her out, holding up her left leg so she could spread enough for him to continue pounding her. An arm wraps around his shoulders, the other awkwardly hanging by her side. He keeps his hand on her throat, biting down on her shoulder. Helaena whines and whimpers.
She enjoys being used. The ache helps.
It finally helps.
Aegon’s breath is hot against her ear for the second time that night. He slips his eyes shut, too caught up in the pleasure. "Does it hurt?"
The tears have stopped by now, for the woman is too exhausted to force anymore out. She's partially dazed, caught up in the painful pleasure between her legs. Being of use to her brother.
He needs her. He's upset. He needs her. He needs her.
She moans, tossing her head back.
"Yes. It h-hurts."
"How bad?"
"Burns. Feels like I'm - I'm gonna rip...in half." She pants.
She needs him. She's upset. She needs him. She needs him.
Aegon moans, somehow fucking her even harder, slamming deep into her cervix. Each hit is like a stab in her sides, and she revels in it.
"Do you - "
"I like it. I like it!" Helaena moans pathetically, trying to grind her hips down on his cock. She uses her free hand to give some attention to her aching clit, but her brother whispers for her to move it.
She whines again, this time loud and pathetic, but doesn't beg. She remembers his lesson from earlier.
"Good girl. Good girl. I'm so proud of you." He groans into her neck, biting down at the marks he left earlier. Helaena turns her face to him, and they make eye contact in the midst of blissful chaos.
"Kiss me." She says, and he does, moving his hand, practically shoving his tongue down her throat. Aegon shivers when he feels her grin against his lips, moaning and whining into his mouth.
Now that his hand is no longer busy, he reaches down to rub her clit for her, groaning as she bites down on his lower lip. He sucks on her tongue as she gasps, feeling herself nearing her second orgasm of the night.
Helaena has to pull away to catch her breath, panting and coughing from being so congested. Her nails dig into his shoulder as he speeds his hand up, but she feels his hips start to stutter, and the thought of her brother cumming inside of her sends her over the edge. She moans out a long, drawn-out 'fuck', as she shakes against him, cum dripping from her cunt all over his cock.
Aegon isn't far behind. The feeling of her walls tightening around him, mixed with her desperation, and her enjoyment, gives him one of the best orgasms of his life. He keeps himself buried in her, balls deep as he fills her with every drop of his load, grinning as it spills out of her, despite how plugged up she is.
The two have a bit of trouble catching their breath, especially as they turn to kiss one another again, weak and half-assed. He pulls out of her and she grimaces at the sound of both of their cum splashing onto the ground, thankfully missing her rug.
Both of them collapse on the floor, side by side too spent to make it to the bed. They stare at the ceiling, cheeks flushed, muscles aching.
Aegon wonders why he feels so tired. He's used to using his sister. Maybe, he considers, it isn't the physical part this time.
They bonded. And he knows Helaena felt that, too. He finally got her to understand - and that was special. Important.
He glances over at her. She looks like she could pass out. Her face is drastically pale, and it concerns him.
"Helaena, you-"
She shoots up and leans over to vomit, far enough away from Aegon so it doesn't get on him. He sits up, too, rubbing her back and shoulders as she chokes out all that she can. She heaves, coughs, and struggles to compose herself again.
"It's okay, shh, shh. It's alright. Just that adrenaline dying down."
He presses kisses up her back, soft and sweet, and she enjoys the way his beard scratches her skin.
She hates the way she enjoys it. And she enjoys hating it.
She can't believe what she did.
When she calms down enough, Helaena wipes her mouth and leans into Aegon, sniffling. She is a mess and it's all thanks to the man she's now seeking comfort in.
"Will you be...different...now?" She struggles to get out.
He kisses the top of her head. "What do you mean?"
Helaena looks up at him, eyes big and pleading, a pout on her swollen, bruising lips. She puts a small hand on top of one of his.
"Treat me properly."
"No."
She lowers her head in disappointment. Hurt.
Aegon curls two fingers under her chin, moving her so she has to look at him.
"But I will love you and fuck you better than anyone ever will. And you'll never need anyone else. Ever. Okay?"
She grins.
"Okay."