The Wolf Queen

Aegon and Lyanna fell on his large four-poster bed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, Lyanna wearing only her smallclothes and Aegon in just his breeches, straining against his growing erection. All the while, their lips were locked onto each other, as the forbidden pair shared their mingled breath as their tongues danced together within their heated mouths.

"Mmm... We should stop..." Aegon half-heartedly protest as he gave his stepmother a chance to leave before either of them crossed a line that they would one day regret. However, despite his words, his hands gently cupped her heaving breasts and he felt the heavy weight underneath his palms, a voice in his head urging him to go further.

"I don't think either one of us wants to stop, Egg..." Lyanna said as she pulled Aegon into a passionate kiss. The young king enjoyed it for a few minutes till the lingering taste of **** on her tongue brought him back to his senses. "I don't think either one of us can stop."

"We should stop, we have to..." Aegon once again protested as he broke away from her sweet tempting lips. "You're clearly too drunk to..."

Before he could continue his feeble protest, Queen Lyanna pushed him on the bed with a **** that he didn't expect from the smaller woman. Looking at her stepson with a hunger in her beautiful grey eyes, she didn't break their gaze even as she slowly undressed before him, revealing every inch of her exquisite body. And Aegon was helpless to do anything but watch as she stripped before him.

"When I was a child, people would often mistook me for a boy. Even my own father would often mistook me for a stableboy." Lyanna said huskily as she cupped one of her heavy breasts in her hand. "Your father made your mother and I drink a potion from the Summer Isles to increase our fertility. It changed our bodies but not the part that we wanted most."

Thank the Gods, Aegon thought as he admired the sight of his stepmother's voluptuous body, finally understanding why Robert Baratheon went to war over her and she was even more beautiful now than she was eighteen years ago. His hand was driven by a mind of its own as it reached up to cup one of her breasts and his thumb tweaked its rosy peak. Whether he reached up to take her pink nipple into his mouth or if Lyanna leaned down for him, Aegon couldn't tell, all that he knew was that somehow he had his mouth on her breast. His father had made both of his wives breastfeed each others children in the hopes of bringing Aegon and Jaehaerys closer to one another. And now, years later Aegon was suckling Lyanna's breast once again. The taboo of the situation made Aegon's cock even harder and he wondered if Lyanna has an **** fetish just like he does. Probably not. She's a Stark not a Targaryen and besides, you're not actually related. Aegon reminded himself but his thoughts were cut short as Lyanna yanked his head from between her breasts and kissed him passionately, it was more wanton and fierce than any kind of kiss Aegon ever experienced and yet it was full of something deeper.

Breaking the kiss and leaving him panting for air, Lyanna gave her stepson a wicked smile as she avoided his lips and instead began to make her way down his body. Aegon moaned lustfully as Lyanna reached his cock and her wet mouth wrapped around the thick head as her hand gripped the base of his cock as she glanced up at him. They only held gaze for a brief moment before Lyanna continued to take more of him into her mouth and Aegon threw his head back into the pillow at the sheer pleasure.

He endured the torturous delight for several minutes, twice believing that he would lose his control and spill in her mouth but every time he nearly reached the apex of his pleasure, Lyanna abruptly stopped and tightened her fist at the base of his cock, allowing him to regain his control all while keeping him rock-hard in her hand. She's clearly done this before, Aegon thought shamefully, with my father.

He reached out to grab her head and help guide her movements but unlike the submissive Rhaenys, Lyanna swatted his hand away and looked up at him with an angry scowl. Aegon merely sank back into the pillows and allowed his stepmother to continue pleasuring him as she wished. Her head bobbed up and down as her hand rubbed him, in sync with her talented mouth. Aegon closed his eyes and could feel his climax quickly approaching.

"Mother..." Aegon moaned in pleasure before he could stop the damned words from leaving his mouth. Lyanna froze and looked up at her stepson, his cock popping out of her mouth a loud yet still connected with a string of saliva. Despite the erotic sight, Aegon found himself filling up with dread at Lyanna's apparent repulsion to him calling her mother in the throes of passion. She was a Stark, not a Targaryen. Of course she wouldn't want to be reminded of their familial bond.

Of whom she is supposed to be to him.

"I didn't mean to..." Aegon started to apologise but Lyanna silenced him with an unexpected and fierce kiss.

"Shhh..." Lyanna said after breaking the kiss, all while positioning herself atop of Aegon and aligning his cock to her moist entrance. "Shhh... Its okay... Son."

Aegon barely registered her words as his senses were overwhelmed when his cock was enveloped by Lyanna's tight and wet pussy. She wasn't as tight as Rhaenys but the feeling was indescribable and to his shame he realised that one of the reasons he was enjoying this so much was because the thrill of fucking his father's wife.

"Ohhh... YESSSSSSS!!! You're in so deep..." Lyanna moaned like a delirious whore and Aegon half-wished she'd be more discreet to avoid raising suspicion and he half-wished that she would cry out even louder so that the entire world would know the pleasure she felt because of him.

"Oh Gods... I'm close!" Aegon mumbled shamefully. He had prized himself for his stamina and ability to please his lovers, often for hours at a time but his mother's spasming pussy and the shameful but arousing words coming out of her lips brought him to the edge faster than he anticipated. His body sized in pleasure as a shameful but pleasured groan escaped his mouth and he began to fill Queen Lyanna's forbidden pussy with his thick warm seed. His pleasure was so great that he felt like a virgin enjoying his first fuck or a newly pubescent boy experiencing the joy of masturbation for the first time.

But his reality were so much better than any fantasy his mind could be able to conjure. He could hear a feral cry of pleasure ripped through the air and wasn't sure if it came from him or his lover. Or both. In that moment as he was pumping the mother of his beloved brother full of his cum, Lyanna leaned down and pulled him into a deep kiss and his world exploded. An orgasm upon an orgasm tore through his exhausted body as he shared a tender and loving kiss with one of the two women in the world whom he should never share such a kiss.

As he looked up at the sweaty woman panting atop of him and realised, to his relief, that she came as well. His lap and his bedsheets was drenched, not just by the sweat that he worked up but by Lyanna's own cum.

She had squirted!

As Aegon continued to pump the last of his virile seed into the hopefully infertile womb of his stepmother, all thoughts of the possible ramifications of their forbidden union faded away. Lyanna rolled besides him with a satisfied look on her face and a trail of his cum leaking out of her pussy. As they both drifted off into a dreamless slumber, Aegon knew that there was a good chance of being murdered by his father's vengeful ghost the next morning.

And it would be totally worth it.