A/N: Hey, guys. How are you all been?

Sorry for the delay. Been going through some personal problems lately, which interfered with my writing. I hope you like this, for I am still doing the best I can.

AEGON XI

He scooped her up and carefully carried her in his arms, his hand on her ass but being gentle with her, as Rhaenys was heavily pregnant. She giggled with delight as she tightened her fist on his shirt. Aegon chuckled happily, for it was a long while since he heard her laughter and always wanted to hear it every single moment. Closing his eyes as they neared the outside of his bedchambers, he had to have some privacy with Rhaenys. She didn't know if Rhaenys wanted to couple in the bed, on the floor, or wherever, but he would be fine either way. I will carry her to the middle of the chambers and set her back down on her feet. "Rhaenys, I want you so badly, but I'm worried we will go too far, too soon. You are soon to give birth and I don't want to hurt our child."

But just as quickly, he realized how foolish he was being, how… hesitant he was acting with his sister-wife, who had grown far from the flower that many others still saw her as.

"Aegon, I promise you. Our child will be fine, but..." She pauses, and hearing the hesitation in her voice, Aegon became concerned. He held his breath, waiting for her to finish with what she has to say.

"But?" He asked carefully.

Rhaenys placed her hand on his cheek. "But I really want to win that wager with Vis. I might not mind reading your letter to me, but I know that you don't like it when others outside of family read into our personal lives. I want you to fuck me, Aegon. And thrust into me hard. So… shall we do it on the floor?" she suggested, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

He pulled her against him by placing my hands on her hips. She growled as he began kissing her neck, her fingers running through his hair, encouraging him forward. His hand moves to cup her perfect breast above her fitted blouse. Their lips found each other's, and they smiled as they kissed, Rhaenys running the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. Their lips then part, and their tongues began moving together. Rhaenys pulled him towards the bed while our hands roam slowly over each other's body. We kick off our shoes, and I pull her onto the cold floor, so that they were lying next to each other.

Suddenly, Rhaenys's hand was rubbing my shaft outside of his breeches. He groaned with pleasure. "Yes, I think we will sleep here," Rhaenys smiled into his ear.

"Good answer," he eased as he sensually slid his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. He placed my hand on her as, over her very tight small clothes. He kept his hand still, controlling his urge to touch her sweet lips. I can already feel that she's wet for me.

"Don't be a tease," Rhaenys panted, as her hand began undoing the belt buckle at the top of my slacks. Fuck, I really want her as I did the first time. Aegon moved his hands away from her ass in order to pull down her gown. He smiled when he saw how luscious and sizable her breasts were, filled with the milk that will feed their child.

"Care to share why you are smirking?" Rhaenys teased him as she undid the rest of her gown, gently going over her pregnant belly, before pulling it down past her hips. He groan appreciatively as he rushed to catch up with her, pulling off his shirt over his head.

"Just thinking about how larger you look right now," Aegon jested smugly, quickly satisfied with how she gasped in mock offense.

"I do not look large," Rhaenys complained before nibbling on my earlobe.

Aegon take that moment to slip his fingers into her small clothes. Gods, she is so wet for me, he thought again. He began pleasuring her and she gasped loudly. Rhaenys groaned as he let herself get accustomed to his rhythmic strokes after so long. I really do not want to get separated yet again.

"Oh my God, Aegon! Please don't stop," Rhaenys begged as she arched her back, pushing herself further into my hand. "It feels so good again."

Aegon rolled to lay on top of her, her legs automatically wrapping around his hips as his hand continues to touch and tease her. After a few moments, she began panting heavily, her hand wrapping around his wrist to encourage him to keep going.

My other hand started to squeeze her breasts, as he began licking and kissing her nipples. At once, she screamed out his name and came around his fingers as he set a steady pace to help draw out her orgasm.

Rhaenys collapsed under me while also tightening her legs around me. She began to rub her core against his hard cock.

"Tell me," she whispered.

"Tell you what, Rhae?" he groaned between kisses to her breasts. He took her left nipple into his mouth and gently rub the front of my teeth against the peaked nub. Rhaenys gasps loudly and pulls on my hair, causing Aegon to smile and follow with a sweet kiss.

"How will you help us win?" she panted, barely able to form a sentence. "I know you are trying to ease me back into it, but we should be going at this harder."

He smiled with one final kiss to each of her nipples. "I just want to savor this moment for a little while longer before that damn wager is on our minds again."

Rhaenys and Aegon make eye contact, and her eyes narrow. For a moment, Aegon worried that his words made her mad, so he quickly returned to the pleasurable ways to distract her from her anger.

But then she burst out laughing, allowing Aegon to breathe out in relief. "My, my. Such a sweet one, as always." Rhaenys giggled. "As you wish, my king. But please hurry. I want us to win the wager."

Aegon smiled appreciatively as his eyes roamed her beautiful body, even with her pregnant belly. Rhaenys laughed while sitting up while tightening her hold on Aegon's body. Rhaenys looked at his gambeson and raised her eyebrows, almost challenging him.

Aegon felt his pulse race, as he undid them and slid them off. At that moment, his erect cock was now very evident from underneath his small clothes. Rhaenys smiled at him, amused and pleased, and he grinned back and pulled her close to him. His hands on her hips once more, Rhaenys placed her hands over mine. She bit her lower lip while grinning at me, as they both pull his small clothes down and off.

"I want to taste you, like the last time," Aegon whispered in her ear. "I ache to put my mouth on your entrance and make you scream my name."

Rhaenys trembled in his arms. "Of course, like always. But I want your cock in my mouth first," she commanded while pushing me to lie on my back.

Oh, fuck. My queens is going to kill me. But if I must die, this will be the way to spend my last hours on earth.

Rhaenys smiled at him mischievously, as she saw her cock twitch before she even touched him. He watched in awe once more as she single-mindedly and enthusiastically pleasured him with her beautiful mouth. His hips sway right along with her until he felt himself ready to release.

"Rhaenys, I'm close, I can come on my stomach," he hissed, desperate to hold off to keep from spilling in her mouth. But she didn't listen and continued onwards, as Rhaenys went to lick the tip of his head and then hold eye contact as she once again took all of him in her mouth, sucking vigorously until he lost control and erupted. She swallowed my seed while he groaned with pleasure.

Once the aftershocks faded away, Aegon pull her close to him and embraced each other. Rhaenys smiled proudly as she should, for she still had it. Aegon kissed her forehead before he began kissing down her body. And when he reached her core, he took his time slowly building up her pleasure. He thought about how desperate he was to bury his cock in her entrance instead of my tongue and fingers, for that was what was denied to him after a while she and Visenya were fighting in the Vale.

After Rhaenys came a second time, she begged him to stop. She was exhausted and needed to catch her breath and conserve her energy. They lay quietly next to each other, as Rhaenys snuggled in his arms and Aegon used his free hand rub her back.

But after a moment, they were ready to go again. Without a word, he closed the small gap between them and pulled her against him, gathering her in his arms. She tilted her face up to look at him, and he returned her gaze. One hand went to cup her cheek again. Rhaenys closed her eyes, reveling in the roughness of his skin as he swept his thumb over her cheekbone. In the end, his lips came down on hers, his tongue begging entrance to her mouth once more, and she let him in. It was the sweetest, most honest moment she had ever shared with him, and one that she never intended to forget

In that moment, Aegon could swear that their kiss rang true like Valyrian steel and laid them bare to one another.
Rhaenys returned his kiss, wrapping her arms about his neck, tangling her fingers in the dark, curly hair that hung over his collar. When they broke the kiss, they rested their foreheads together, eyes closed, both feeling as they always felt for each other, two perfect halves coalescing. This was something strong and true, unlike anything else either of them had ever felt; something unbreakable.
Everywhere he kissed, he left a trail of liquid fire on her skin. Rhaenys felt, perhaps, Aegon's kiss was the one fire, alone, she was vulnerable to. A small moan escaped her as he sucked on a particularly tender bit of flesh below her ear; he responded by picking her up and gathering her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held onto his neck as she mounted him like Meraxes, feeling his hardness growing as with each step her molten core rubbed against him through his leather breeches.
He laid back as she looked down at him, eyes nearly black her irises were so dilated at the pleasure of looking at him. She ran her hands up his sides, over his ribs, her thumbs coming together over his abs, wandering over the deepr muscles and to his hips, then. Rhaenys heard herself draw in a breath as she looked at the gift he offered her again, her lips slightly parted in anticipation of the rest of the night to come.
Aegon looked down, meeting her hungry violet eyes, and he was undone. Straddling his thigh, the feeling of her heated flesh on his made him never want to leave this bed, never want to feel clothes or distance between their bodies again.

Their kisses began anew, as if it was the first time they'd ever tasted one another. Aegon allowed Rhaenys to set the pace, to be the aggressor, his lips drawn to hers like a moth to a flame. She is the dragon, the expert rider of both Meraxes and himself. Her hands roved his naked flesh, stroking the pads of muscle over his ribs, learning the lines of his honed stomach.
When he could take it no more, he rolled taking her with him, supporting his weight on his forearms, his lips never leaving hers, but careful not to press so hard. His hips sliding between her own, he found her molten center and guided himself to her entrance, thrusting deeply and burying himself in her sweet heat.

Gods, he thought he would spill almost right away, as Rhaenys reminded him that she was wet for him. She felt a rush of helplessness, a sinking yielding, a surging tide of warmth that left her boneless. He wanted nothing so desperately as to taste her. The sweetness of her breath, the softness of her lips, the saltiness of her skin. So, he did, licking her full lips in between kisses and thrusting into her sharply like some kind of wild animal.
Rhaenys was no longer a newly and unwillingly married maid, nor was she a novice in the ways of love. She only knew Aegon, and that was enough for her.

Aegon drew in a deep, ragged breath, feeling as though his heart might burst. Reminded very strong in this moment, buried deep inside Rhaenys, Aegon felt a sense of completeness and belonging. He kissed her again, a greater sense of urgency now spurring his actions. Her hips rose to meet his every thrust, as though she couldn't get him deep enough inside her. Their movements became less controlled, more animalistic, almost desperate as they chased their pleasure. Her hand wound around his bicep, then his shoulder, nails biting into muscle and flesh. He caught her lower lip between his teeth, pulling at it gently.
Low, soft cries came now on her every exhalation of breath. He planted within her a seed of ecstasy, which began first as a tiny pulse, growing more intense with each stroke until it burst. His pubic bone grinding against her engorged bud sent her over the edge. A rainbow of color burst beneath her eyelids, sunshine spread through her veins, and she rode wave after wave of pleasure which touched every nerve end in her body until she was a trembling, liquid mess in his arms.
Aegon's own pleasure came soon after, a fiery torrent of rapture which poured from his heart to his balls, then spread through his body, exploding like an inferno. He continued to move, more tenderly now, an incoherent attempt to draw out their pleasure. He felt himself slowly sinking into a velvet pit, going willingly, being consumed by it and never wanting to come up out of it.
After the waves of pleasure had subsided, they lay facing one another in the big bed once more, tangled with one another and the thin sheets. No words were said, for there were none necessary.

It was then and there that Aegon began to reflect on what was going on elsewhere. Ashford had fallen and a good portion of the northern Reach was in their hands, but they still had to face tens of thousands of men sworn to Mern Gardener and Loren Lannister. Many of the lords and men who fought alongside them were getting exhausted, for there was only so much that the troops can take before they would miss peace and seek home.

But fortune was clearly coming onto their side. Orys had just defeated a major Redwyne fleet right in front of the Arbor and their father's dragon Vermidrexes had effectively cut off that island from the rest of the Reach, for any ship that tried to relieve House Redwyne would be burned. More importantly, the sea approach to Oldtown was open and the failure of the ironborn and Redwyne vessels to cooperate with each other had come back to haunt the alliance against them.

And that was only the beginning of the good news. Rhaenys and Visenya were able to subjugate the Vale and more than fifteen thousand Valemen had defected, considerably improving their numbers. This in turn allowed Lord Blackwood to focus solely on the south, since there were no more threats to the north of the riverlands, and thus freeing up thousands of riverlanders. In total, thirty thousand reinforcements were coming.

But Rhaenys and Visenya were both impatient at seeing their husbands again, so they left Brandon Snow and the Mormont sisters to oversee the advance southwards while they flew on their dragons to their camp not far from Cider Hall. It was then that Rhaenys told Aegon about the wager and they both decided to go straight to the lovemaking.

Of course, none of them could tell who was winning, for they were so immersed in their lovemaking that they couldn't afford to pay attention to the other couple. All Aegon knew was there would be much bickering on who won and who lost, and who would read the letters sent to the Vale by Lord Kenzou.

"What are you thinking about, Egg?" Rhaenys whispered.

"Just how this would end for all of us ," Aegon answered. "Many things are going our way, but many things could also go wrong."

"What do you mean?" she became curious.

"Jae's got something planned with Lord Reyne. That man is not someone that we can trust immediately, but Jae is confident that his scheme will work."

"What exactly does Jae have in mind?"

Aegon outlined to Rhaenys, in full detail, what Jaenyx was about to do with the Lord of Castamere. It involved a lot of craftiness and subterfuge on the part of their goodbrother and master of whisperers, both of which he had no trouble with. However, his willingness to commit very slippery tactics got especially the northern houses whispering. Even Lord Bolton, who was usually very reserved and calm, was offput by Jaenyx's mind. Already, people were referring to their goodbrother as the "snake dragon," for no one could predict what he would do next.

"Snake dragon… couldn't they have come up with something more original?" Rhaenys groaned. Aegon chuckled, for that was his exact thought.

"They're just scared. Lord Torrhen told me that while Lord Snow was unpredictable in his own way, Brandon always followed a set of rules. Jaenyx doesn't seem to do that."

"He marches to the own beat of his drum. Nothing wrong with that, and we all want him to do so," Rhaenys said in support of Jaenyx.

"I just hope that whatever he's planning will work."

Just then, their mother entered their tent. She looked as energetic as ever, especially after egging the stormlanders to Ashford and towards their camp, where the armies in the south had finally combined. "I hear you and Vis got a wager going on who will be the loudest in lovemaking."

"Muña, it was just for fun," Rhaenys told her.

"Well… you're not winning it. Everyone can hear Jae and Vis going at it. While you two sound tender, they're sounding like a pack of animals roaring at each other. On the other hand, I don't any of you can beat me and your father."

Aegon looked at their mother, surprised. "What are you saying?"

Valaena gave them both a mischievous smile. "I think I'll join this one. Seems to me that my children are having all of the fun, so I should partake in it also."

Rhaenys raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

"Absolutely, Rhae," Valaena kept her grin. "So… I will just go to Jaenyx's tent and break the news. The wager will not be won tonight by either of you." With that, she left. Aegon and Rhaenys chuckled with one another, for they both acknowledged that they got their fiery side from her as much as their father.

"Well… better start practicing then," Rhaenys challenged Aegon.

He immediately sought out her engorged clit, and finding it, he worked his thumb back and forth over it until she was writhing beneath him, a string of incoherent words escaping her lips on a breathy moan.
He slid his body between her legs, grasping her thighs and pushing them roughly open. Her eyes flew open and she tried to sit up, but he held her fast. Her eyes met his, and he held her gaze, also gifting her with a wicked grin. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly, sounding a bit alarmed.
"I'm going to show you just how good I can be at this," he answered, his voice thick and husky with lust.
"What do you mean? There?" she asked, her eyes wide. had sometimes touched her there, as Aegon had done with his thumb to hasten her pleasure, but she had never even considered the possibility of a man putting his mouth on her there. The idea was shocking to her.
As though she had dared him, he bent his head and placed a soft kiss on her mons, keeping his dark eyes on hers, curious to see her response.

To Rhaenys, this was the single most pleasurable thing she had ever experienced. She had propped herself up on her elbows, and sat watching him, uncertain what he'd do next.
Aegon used his thumbs to gently part her nether lips, and he heard her sharp intake of breath when he placed his mouth on her. She tasted both sweet and tangy, like a candied violet he'd once been given as a child. He lapped at her folds, alternately dragging his tongue from the bottom of her cleft to the top and flicking his tongue slowly over her clit in feather light strokes. Her hand came down to tangle in his hair, and it wasn't long before her thighs began to quake around his face.

Aegon couldn't have stopped, even if he'd wanted to. She tasted so good, and he was so turned on by the harsh cries escaping from her throat, the way she writhed beneath him and dug her nails into his scalp.
She came with a rush of moisture, coating his lips. Aegon felt her clit pulsing beneath his lips, and did his best to drink her juices, not wanting to waste a drop of Rhaenys. A satisfied groan reverberated in his chest, as he increased his grip on her hips and buried his tongue as deep inside her as it would go.

He'd growled out to her that he was getting close, going to come, fully prepared to pull out and spill his seed on her firm, white belly but she had held him fast, hooking her powerful legs around his ass as his cock pulsed his essence deep within her.

A secondary wave of pleasure overtook her, and her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Aegon stayed between her legs lightly licking and kissing her clit, her body drawn taut as a bowstring as she rode out the ecstasy, bucking her hips up into his face until the last of the aftershocks had passed and she finally melted into a boneless puddle on the sheets.
He lay listening to her quiet, even breathing; the fact that he'd found no pleasure long forgotten. His mind was extremely weary, but also extremely busy. He did not fully understand what made him become more eager for Rhaenys other than his longing for her after so long of her campaigning in the Vale, only that he could not bear to be parted from her ever again. Letters are insufficient to sate my desire and need for her.

At the same time, Aegon couldn't shake the feeling that was on his mind again. Something was telling him that the timing was awful. The army of the Faith was marching on them and were not done yet. Loren Lannister was a foe to take very seriously and could very well undermine what Jaenyx had planned with Lord Reyne.

No, no. Believe, Aegon reminded himself. He might not have been pessimistic, but Rhaenys had done much to make him more optimistic and the happiness in their family, especially with the coming of their child, softened him considerably.

His thoughts then turned to the babe of silver hair and purple eyes that they would spoil no matter what. Whether it be a girl or boy, he was going to love that child forever. And he started to think of the many things that he and Rhaenys would do with their children. He smiled at the thought of that.

A/N: I intended for this chapter to be the part where everyone catches their breath. A lot of lovemaking and just something light.

As I said, some things came up and I am been having some difficulties with the writing lately. But hopefully, that will pass.

Next, the action picks up again.