#lucemond and #borrocerys idk what filth (🕊️❌ 18 + non-con 3some forced feminization blindfold)
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Borros and Aemond celebrates the signing of their business deal with a bottle of lukoochie squirt. Borros and Luke are married for business purposes.
“Ah my very good friend! How good to see you!” Borros jested. His loud, booming voice echoed in the dimly light lounge inside his multimillion mansion.
The sound of Aemond’s shiny leather dress shoes tiled and tacked on the cherrywood floors.
Sounds that sent shivers of fear and excited alike up Lucerys’ spine. He couldn’t tell who his husband Borros had invited. In fact, he could not even see what was in front of him. Borros had blindfolded his eyes, gagged his mouth, and tied his wrists together at the back.
The stranger closed in on him as Luke sat prettily in a long ladylike dress confined between his husband’s legs. The stranger stopped. He knelt down on one knee. Borros was laughing, so excited for the wanton scene to come.
In a sure swoop, the stranger lifted Lucerys’ dress.
Luke gasped as the cool air traveled up his bare thighs and into his equally bare cunt. “Ohohohoho, going straight for the oyster 🦪 I see,” Borros joked goodheartedly. “Let me help you, my dear friend!” Zip! He rips apart the seams of Luke’s dress.
The clothing shrieked in the quiet room as though to speak up for Luke. Lucerys shivered. “Ah! That’s better! Now have your cake. My slutty wife will serve you well, won’t you darling?” Borros bellowed. He began groping Luke’s right tit, a small soft sensitive mound fondled by
Rough, fat fingers. But somehow the image of being used and abused by an older man turned beyond his own comprehension. Luke was flushed.
“Hmm…” the stranger hummed, pondering. He inserted a finger in Lucerys’ coochie. “Wet,” he murmured, “His boy parts are already hard.”
“Aye! That’s my little bad cunt of a wife. I’ve tried to train him not to cum, haven’t I darling?” Lucerys mumbled as Borros squeezed his breasts. “Always needing to cream like a man, forgetting your behaviors as my lady wife. Your whore of a mother had promised me better.”
The stranger chuckled. “I can fix that,” he stated.
“That’d be most excellent,” Borros agreed. The stranger’s voice was familiar; it drew forth a flashing image in Lucerys’ mind of someone sinister. Thundering rain and gleaming blue. Long hair and thin lips.
“Nice clit,” the
Stranger remarked, “Though definitely not as nice as his eyes.” Eyes…
Lucerys shook. He tried to shake Borros off of him. No, it couldn’t be. Anyone but-
Then stranger fingered his delicate cunny. “You’re wet, bastard.” He lifted the blindfold off of Luke.
The thin strip of cloth was stained with two large circles of salty wet tears. It was Aemond. No, no. Lucerys shook his head violently.
“Quiet!” Borros roared as he nipped at Lucerys neck, controlling Luke by groping his small tits tighter.
Lucerys froze.
He couldn’t believe that Borros would betray his mother and their alliance in marriage for the Greens! For Aemond, for gods sake!
“Ah,” Borros sighed once he had a firm grasp over Luke, “I will warm him up. Then you can join. Gotta exhaust him a bit, what a feisty pup.”
Borros pushed Luke, with tears of hatred and betrayal in his eyes, onto the coffee table. He pumped his thick cock a couple of times before he slammed himself into Lucerys’ well-oiled ass. Immediately, Luke rolled his eyes back. As much as he found Borros a crude & old fool,
His cock was undeniably thick with incomparable stamina. The squelches of dick in his fat ass, the angling of the head at his prostrate had Luke in a temporary delirium. That was so good. Good enough to forget-
Aemond slapped Lucerys across the cheek. “Like mother, like son.
A whore through and through. Eat. Suck well.” Aemond grappled
Luke’s jaw and thrusted in his dick without warning.
“Fuck. You like that, don’t you. Be careful, if you bite or accident scrape me, you’ll have no use for your jaw,” evil Aemond threatened.
Aemond’s cock was long, thick at the mushroom head and had a strong musky taste. More pleasant than the smell of Borros, Luke found. Think wisps of Aemond’s pubic hair poked at Luke’s nose and eyes as Aemond thrusted his hips. “Keep your eyes open, taoba.
Observe how I use your slutty mouth.” Luke focused on pleasing Aemond’s cock as he choked his throat. Borros’ thick cock was still ramming into his peachy ass; his curly pubic hair itched the rim of Luke’s butthole.
“I think he’s ready,” Aemond announced at last.
Borros laughed. Then he held Luke up into an M-shape, dick still deep in Luke’s ass. “Good wife, now your uncle Aemond will enters as well. Ehh, don’t cry. You’ve been wanting the double team thing for a while.”
Lucerys stated as Aemond’s veiny cock entered his pussy.
Aemond inched forth. When he was almost entirely inside, Aemond slammed his cock into Luke’s womb. Lucerys yelped. “Ah, had you shown me your coochie earlier, I might’ve swore my loyalty to your mother,” Aemond noted.
Lucerys squirmed. He was so full. Even after being Borros’
Slut toy for a year did not prepare Luke for the fullness of two thick dilf cocks inside of his ass and pussy.
“Quit squirming,” Borros demanded as he began to thrust again. Aemond soon followed; the two ducks slipped past each other in synchronized rhythm
As they attack Luke’s sweet spots. “Ahh! Uooo!” Was all Lucerys managed.
“It’s good you wanted to help us, Mr. Targaryen,” Borros huffed between fucks, “We’ve had a hard time impregnating Lucerys. Perhaps you can sow the barren ground?”
“Certainly,” Aemond replied, “He needs
Some family lessons. Right, nephew Luke?” Lucerys couldn’t think straight as the two men discussed him like a sow. Besides, what’s good to think when he’s being fed two delicious cocks? Having his ass and pussy and womb simultaneously destroyed by two men he hated in life
But wanted sexually.
“How’s he doing?” Borros asked Aemond.
Aemond raised his eyebrows and inspected. “Good. Cunts wet and needy like a good whore. Cock is still hard although…” He constricted his hand around Lucerys’ cock. “If you cum, taoba…” He squeeze harder in warning.
Lucerys cried. Aemond threatened, “If you don’t behave, we have to get rid of what is not behaving.”
“Ahaha!” Borros roared, “Genius, Mr. Targaryen. I entrust him to your good care. I’ll have him dropped off twice a week at your place as part of our deal. Can’t wait to see what
He becomes!”
“Certainly. A corset to keep the waist slim. Some training on his boy clitty. And… I like sluts with big breasts.” Aemond smirked.
“Ahaha! Let’s get some cream to pipe on his tits after we cum. So he knows how it feels to be suckled!”
“Yes. He needs to be disciplined. Too bad his whore mother couldn’t turn him into a good, obedient wife. His uncle will have to fix that, isn’t that right Luke? Isn’t right, LUKE?!”
“Yes,” Lucerys answered meekly. He wanted to cum.
“Yes, ‘master,’” Aemond emphasized.
“Yes, master,” Luke repeated after him.
“He’s going to be a slut toy in no time,” Borros praised, “Squirt!”
Lucerys let loose. Oh, he’s gonna be their plaything, their cum bucket. A lady wife in the street, a whore in the sheets.
Afterwards, Aemond asked, “Has Lucie been a
Good girl?”
“Yes,” Lucerys answered.
“Hmm, it seems that Lucie wants to be Uncle Aemond’s little slut, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” He was going to be a good girl for Aemond.
“Good sluts milk for their masters. Will you?”
“Yes.” Lucerys couldn’t wait for the day his tits grow
To the size of those of his mother, to be brimming with sweet milk for his husband and master. He couldn’t wait for the day his belly swells with Aemond’s pups.
“Good,” Aemond said.
“You are a genius,” Borros concluded.
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When the kids were young, Aegon was extremely protective of Lucerys because Luke was like a fluffy bunny who followed Aegon everywhere. Meanwhile, Aegon bullied Aemond, leading Aemond to grow sour towards Lucerys. Years later, Luke attempted to confess his growing crush-
For Aegon, who drank his days away yet was never more perceptive on the matter. He denied little Luke, saying that they weren’t good fits. In reality, Aegon knew of Aemond’s obsession with Lucerys and how Aemond was convinced that Luke had already “marked him.”
Only after Storm’s End did Aegon truly show his emotional self, cursing Aemond and himself alike — he should’ve let Luke remain by his side. Now he’d only life for the horrid thrill of war, riding out on Sunfyre to defeat Rhaenys.
A//B//O #lucemond (🕊️❌, 18 +, gr00ming) AU where Rhaenyra uses Luke’s guilt to secure Aemond’s allegiance.
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Rhaenyra accidentally bumps into a sexually frustrated A!Aemond. His rut is nearing and Aemond can’t get it off. Then Rhaenyra offers her son O!Luke to help with the rut.
Aemond is quite shocked that Rhaenyra is willing to set him up with Luke, whom Aemond definitely finds hot. However, Aemond can’t get over the eye incident and rejects Rhaenyra’s offer.
A few days later, Aemond locks himself up in his room and tries to endure a horrible rut.
He thinks he’s going insane from the rut. His knot is bulging and cannot release — Aemond thinks it’s going to explode.
Then Rhaenyra leads Lucerys into Aemond’s room. Upon seeing the terrible pain his uncle is enduring, Lucerys starts taking off his clothes.
1920’s #lucemond Great Gatsby-esque AU 18 + (with some borrocerys)
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New York socialite Lucerys Velaryon had been married to steel magnate Borros Baratheon ever since he turned 16. Recently, he had started an affair with his journalist uncle, Aemond.
Aemond remembered the smell and first sight of the bustling city. Skyscrapers and sewage reeks. He remembered the view from his 26th floor office, how the stacks of papers and his trusty typewriter reflected dimly from the smoked windows. Not a moment of reprieve or space.
One grey morning, somewhat similar to the industrial skies of his hometown in England, Aemond travelled across the iconic bridges and windy roads to Long Island. His cousin — nephew, really — Lucerys Velaryon was hosting a weekend party.
Instead of Alicent marrying Viserys, their relationship was passed off as an affair. So Aegon and Aemond were raised as illegitimate servant boys in the Red Keep. As a birthday gift, Queen Rhaenyra begins training Aemond to be a good boy for Lucerys #lucemond
Initially, Luke refused because he did not find Aemond very attractive. However, Aemond’s “sword” training paid off. Luke was impressed. When Luke did not want Aemond to cum inside of him, Rhaenyra shoved Aemond back into Luke, kissed Luke’s forehead, and said, “Good Luke, you
Will give me grandchildren.”
Rhaenyra would not stop at anything to gain grandchildren. That’s why in the meantime, she gifted Aegon to Jacaerys. The efforts of our gracious queen paid off: soon both Luke and Aegon bore heavy bellies.
#lucemond, #luttore (implied #luceferth) 18 +, non-con, very f’ed up, DD 🕊️ ❌
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“Aemond!” Lucerys cried. He is cold and naked. The icy tiles barely scraped his toes. His body hung in midair, his hand tied up, ready for punishment.
Bottom + Preggo!Aemond (a follow up to "This is going to be painful" where Aemond steals Lucerys' strong seed at Storm's End 🤭) #lucemond 18 +
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Aemond flew to Harrenhal atop Vhagar's war-hardened back, not a single worry in his heart that the enemy had built a stronghold