Visenya was nothing like Rhaenys. Rhaenys tasted like honey, Visenya was as sour as salt. In a way she looked like she was carved like Dragonstone itself. You can see it in the sharp lines of her collarbones, her cruel lips, and in her slim thighs, powerful enough to lock my face as I gnawed the life out of her.
I wonder for the first time, why the prince who lived in this body before me never put a child in her.
This man had two wives, and seemed to fancy the riper one alone. Blind fool. Too bad for him. This new Aegon has a different taste if he didn't know.
Visenya's fingers twist in my hair, rough and violent as if she wanted to rip my scalp off, but I couldn't care less. I let her pull me like a rein as I close my teeth over the tender hood of flesh above her cunt and sucked until her spine bowed off the wall and the snarl in her throat broke.
"nnngh...fffuck, Aegon! Ohh you bastard!"
Gods, the sounds she makes.
Visenya did not beg, she cursed. As I squeezed her arse upright, she cursed me in High Valyrian, calling me an unfaithful husband and useless brother. They could sound cruel, but they were sort of her love language.
My hands raked up back to her waist. Once I lifted her up, Visenya complied, taking her trembling legs airborne before wrapping them around me.
Face to face now, nose brushing nose, Visenya looked at me as if she were intoxicated. I let her gaze wander a while untold she hardened her jaw.
"Poison me again and I'll fuck the death out of you every morning," I spat on her face, making her feel like an utter fool.
The steam around her seem to thicken with her newfound anger, but a kiss from me at the back of her ear made her snarl in rebellion alone.
With teeth clashing, our tongues went at war, while Visenya's fingernails buried deep into my head and neck, staining my shirt with my own blood. Then she tore at the linen, ripping it like a parchment while we struggled to breathe.
"Fuck me, then," Visenya hissed like witch. "I'll still kill you when we're done."
Three strides and I spun. Her mattress groaned as I threw down my enemy onto the bed. Visenya landed hard on her back, her silver hair splayed flat like a web, her fair legs wide and open.
Visenya had small, perky breasts with light brown nipples, pointing to the canopy. Her skin was slightly gaunt, showing her flaring ribs. First, into hips meant for war, and then for childbearing.
Between her thighs, her cunt was swollen and red, silver curls plastered wetly to the lips that guarded the heat. It pulsed with every breath she took while she stared at me.
Visenya was beautiful. Only I could see that.
Shoving my breeches down, I readily got naked with my sister. Blood from her claws and bites still slid warm down my neck, racing onto my chest as I grabbed a foot.
The air was still thick with hate, and it seemed sex was the only thing that could purge it from both of us.