I Woke Up And Yall Chose Violence With The Spicy Helaena Works And I Dont Know Whether To Cry Or Laugh

I woke up and y’all chose violence with the spicy Helaena works and I don’t know whether to cry or laugh

"Pleasure To Serve" - Helaena Targaryen x Courtesan!Reader, Side Aegon Targaryen x Courtesan!Reader

a/n: request from @wonder-harley 🤭 also my submission for gluttony for @hotdthemedweek ❤️

Summary: You find yourself more interested in the queen than in the king who has hired your services for the night.

TW: she/her pronouns, afab reader, canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, infidelity, oral f receiving, scissoring, medieval dildo, cuckolding, male masturbation, tiddy succin

Word Count: 1,855 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Helaena has heard quite a bit about you, whispers going around the court of the famous Braavosi courtesan who Aegon has taken up with. She has no interest in his indiscretions so long as he remains a good father to the twins and Maelor, and so, she allows him to sneak off for his late night rendezvous with you, not a complaint falling from her lips.

However, she does take issue with him bringing evidence of his infidelity into the Red Keep. While he visited your barge on Blackwater Bay, she didn’t care, but he’s grown too bold, bringing you back to Maegor’s Holdfast. She gathers her skirts and storms over to Aegon’s private chambers, a frown set on her pretty face. Helaena despises conflict, but after speaking with her mother, she knows that she must stand up for herself or continue being walked all over by Aegon.

As she approaches his chambers, she hears what she can only assume to be your voice, laughing softly from beyond the door. She’s not sure why but her heartbeat races ever so slightly at the sound and she has to take a breath to calm herself. She holds her head high and walks into the room. She sees you laying there, at the foot of Aegon’s bed, on your side, propped up on your elbow, wearing a silk dress and a necklace that she’s quite sure Aegon had procured for you. At the sound of the door opening, you turn your attention from Aegon and focus your alluring gaze on her.

Helaena feels like a deer caught in the sights of a hunter as a coy little smile spreads across your face. You stand up from the bed and saunter over to her, dipping in a deep curtsy, before you turn and call to Aegon over your shoulder.

“I did not know your wife was so beautiful, my king,” she hears you drawl in your Braavosi accent, so foreign to her ears and so beautiful, “What a lucky man you are.”

Helaena feels her cheeks flush as you move your hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, fingertips brushing against her face as you do so. She’s always known in her heart of hearts that, if given the choice, she’d rather be with a woman than a man, but that isn’t something she can easily say to her mother or anyone else for that matter. It’s a secret she’s carried ever since she was young and will likely carry for many more years.

“Have you ever been with a woman, my queen?” you ask her, gazing at her through your long lashes, fluttering them slightly in a way that makes her breath catch in her throat.

The young queen coughs slightly before shaking her head, “N-no. I have not.”

“Would you like to?” you coo, pressing your body against hers, your breasts all but visible through the thin silk fabric that covers you, “I’ve always found that there’s no greater joy than becoming one with another woman.”

Aegon chooses that moment to speak up, pouting from his spot on the bed, “My lady, don’t tell me you wish to bed my wife rather than me?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” you say without looking away from Helaena, your eyes traveling the expanse of her body, taking in every curve, her beautiful blonde locks, the lilac of her eyes as you grin, “My queen, I see the way you’re looking at me right now and it’s quite similar to the way I’m looking at you. Why not move past what society deems proper and,” your hand traces her side, stopping at her waist, before tugging her closer to you ever so slightly, “Give in to your desires? You’re a queen, after all. It is my duty and pleasure to serve you.”

Helaena gasps as your lips find hers. You taste so sweet and your lips are so soft as your tongue traces her lower lip, seeking entrance into her mouth. She readily grants it and your tongue moves against hers, slowly, languidly, as you explore her mouth, moaning against her as your hands move to hold her hips, sliding down to squeeze the supple flesh of her ass. You can hear Aegon undoing his breeches behind you, no doubt his hand already moving up and down on his cock as he watches two beautiful women locked in such a sensual kiss. Your hand moves to take the clip out of her hair, allowing her gorgeous mane to fall free around her shoulders. You place the clip on Aegon’s desk before moving back to hold her face in your hands and kissing her again.

Helaena hardly knows what to do. She was always taught that laying together was predominately for the purpose of producing an heir. But with you, there’s no chance of that. With you, she’s only doing it for her own pleasure, she realizes as you undo the laces of her bodice, letting her ornate gown fall to the floor. You pull back and smirk at her with delight as you gaze upon her wearing just a slip, taking her by the hand and leading her to Aegon’s plush bed. She watches as you command him to go sit in the corner, that he’s allowed to watch the two of you, that he’s allowed to touch himself, but he is not allowed to reach his peak. You ignore his whines of protests as you urge Helaena to lay back on the bed, settling between her legs.

“Such a greedy man,” you say, referring to Aegon, “Coming to a whore when he has such a beautiful queen as his own. If I were your husband, my lady, you’d never leave the bedchamber.”

Helaena sighs with delight at your words, ignoring Aegon’s whining as he watches you press a kiss to his wife’s ankle, working your way up along her leg, pushing the fabric of her shift up. You slide her underwear down her legs, gazing at her glistening cunt, a coy smile playing at your lips.

“Did my kiss get you this wet, my queen?” you coo, licking a stripe along her entrance, grinning to yourself as she moans, squirming away from the sensation ever so slightly, “Such a pretty cunny you have, my queen. I can’t wait to have a taste.”

She gasps as you push your tongue inside her, never having felt anything like this before, throwing her head back against her pillow, her fingers twisting into the soft fabric of Aegon’s bed sheets as you move your warm tongue in and out of her, dragging it along her velvet walls. Your lips are soft and plush against her in a way that drives her absolutely mad as she writhes against the sheets under your ministrations. For your part, you quite enjoy the way she tastes, sweet but with the slightest tang, as you gaze up at her, her breasts heaving as she gasps for air, so close to coming undone on your tongue. She gazes down at you, your eyes hooded as you look back at her before suckling at her pearl, sending her careening over the edge, feeling pleasure like she’s never known. Her thighs quiver from how hard her climax has hit her as she watches you remove your dress, tossing it aside, baring yourself fully to her. Helaena’s eyes trace the curves of your body, your smooth, supple skin, drinking in every inch of you. You’re so beautiful, so confident. And you want her.

You help her out of her slip, glancing back at Aegon, who has simply been watching the entire experience, fisting his cock with his hand. And at that very moment, you watch as he spills himself onto his hand. You shake your head, walking over to him as Helaena stares at the two of you.

“Pathetic, my king, truly pathetic. I was going to invite you to join us, but since you reached your peak only watching,” you grip his face in one of your hands, squeezing his cheeks, “Watching is all you shall do.”

Aegon’s jaw drops as you walk back over to Helaena, pulling her into your lap and kissing her again. Helaena moans against your lips as you kiss a trail down her neck, pressing a hot open-mouthed kiss to her throat before descending on one of her nipples, licking and suckling at the tender bud. Helaena’s hands tangle in your hair as you do. She smirks over at Aegon, who is already half-hard again at the sight, hands on his knees as he watches you pleasure his wife rather than him.

You move to interlock yours and Helaena’s legs, allowing your cores to be pressed up against each other. Helaena never imagined doing anything like this, but as you slowly begin to move your hips, rubbing your cunt against hers, she realizes that this gives her more pleasure than her husband’s cock ever has. She moans softly, a sweet, lilting sound, as she begins moving her own hips to meet yours. You pull her into a searing kiss as the two of you continue rubbing against each other, your hand moving to stroke your pearl and then hers before moving to squeeze one of her tits. Helaena lets out a lewd moan into your mouth, her tongue dancing against yours.

You pull back and glance over at Aegon to see that he’s already tugging at his cock furiously, watching the two of you, eyes somewhat glossed over, being so upset at being excluded from this little tryst. The sorry bastard is near tears. You turn back to Helaena, the two of you sharing a secretive little smile as you chase your respective peaks, moving against each other, only the sounds of your moans and Aegon’s filling the room. Helaena buries her face in your neck, kissing it, nipping slightly. You smile to yourself at the sensation, your peak quickly approaching. You feel Helaena’s hips stutter against yours slightly before she falls back onto the bed with a loud gasp, utterly sated. She frowns, realizing you haven’t reached yours yet, but you shush her, resting a finger on her lips.

“I’ll have your brother finish me off, my queen, worry not. Rest your head,” you purr, kissing her softly before beckoning Aegon over with a finger. The man practically runs over to you, ready to fuck you, but you shake your head, “No. I’ll have you use one of your toys.”

Helaena watches with awe as Aegon obeys you, walking over to grab one of the toys he’s used on you and had you use on yourself, moving it inside your cunny deftly, watching as your breasts bounce each time you grind down against it. You reach your peak soon enough and he sets the toy aside, watching as you and Helaena embrace each other. You give him a pitying look.

“Come, my king, lay with us.”

Aegon eagerly lays down beside you, Helaena on your other side, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as the three of you fall asleep.