"(Y/n) gripped to the side of the bath, as Viserys disappeared below the water. The breath catching in her throat, as she felt his mouth move over her womanhood. The princess sure that her older brother must have been listening to some of Daemon's more lurid tales. That he had picked up a few things since the last time that they had been together in the bath. (Y/n) reaching down into the water and tangling her fingers into his floating white hair and pushing him closer to her; hoping that he would never have to come up for air.

They had stripped one another, after they had locked the door behind them. Viserys complimenting her, with each piece of clothing that fell to the floor. Her head dropping backwards, as he had revealed her breasts, and drawn one of her nipple into his mouth; a moan leaving her lips, as she had felt his teeth graze over the hardened, sensitive nub. At that moment, it had felt that they had gone back in time. That she and Viserys were learning about one another all over again. That they were discovering each other's bodies, again; and she was enjoying every moment of it.

She had never hated the thought of being her brothers. Never hated the idea of being bound to him by blood. It was only down to the fact that she knew that Aemma had loved Viserys so much, that she had separated herself from him. She had always been fond of Aemma and wanted to see her happy. That, and she already knew what it was like to be adored by her brother. But she had to admit that she was happy to have this second chance, despite the fact that it had taken the loss of her good sister and nephew, to afford her that chance.

Again, she had moaned, as his hand had slowly made its way down over her stomach. Down, until it rested firmly between her legs. The princess holding tightly onto his shoulders, as she felt one of his fingers move inside her, then two. It was torture.........beautiful, wonderful torture. Viserys knew what she really wanted. He had always known what she really wanted. Even that first time, he had known that she would not turn him away. That she wanted him, needed him, just as much as he desired her. But she would not be the only one to be tortured. She knew how to pleasure him too. She knew what to do to make him beg for what he really wanted. The youngest Targaryen reluctantly pulling away from her brother; his brows furrowing for a moment, until she dropped to her knees. A lewd groan coming from deep inside of him, as he felt himself taken into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue twirling around the hardened shaft, before he placed his hand onto the back of her head and pulled her closer. His groan's getting louder, lewder as with each movement of his sister's head, he touched the back of her throat.

Suddenly, Viserys appeared back above the water. A broad smile on his face, as he looked deep into (Y/n)'s lust filled eyes. A more beautiful sight in the Seven Kingdoms, there could not be found. A more beautiful sight he was sure did not exist.

It was the same look that she had given him the day that she had come of age. The same look that she had given him when he had joined her in the bathhouse. When she had watched him undress. He would have to admit that he had always found it strange that it was he that his sister seemed to want, and not Daemon. (Y/n) and their brother always seemed to have more in common, to be more alike; but perhaps it was the fact that they were so similar, that had made her look to him instead of Daemon. But he had always known better than to question it. His sister was his, had always been his; and as soon as he could get the Septon, they would exchange their blood, and be together for the rest of their days.

"Tell me what you want............" Viserys said softly, as he pressed his chest up against hers. The king sure that no one else would believe that he was capable of saying such things. That he was capable of doing such things. That he did not have desires and urges just like any other man. That he couldn't satisfy a woman as well as his brother could. But (Y/n) knew. She had always known him better than anyone else could. She had always been able to bring out the best in him.

"You know what I want, brother.............."

"But I want to hear you say it. It has been so long........." Viserys told her, as he placed his forehead against hers.

"I want you, Viserys. I want to feel you inside me, to have you take me over and over again, until I can think of no one and nothing but you. I want your body, your heart, your blood, and your soul. And I will happily give you mine in return." The princess replied, before kissing her brother. Viserys gripping firmly to her backside, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The king more than happy to give his sister, his bride to be, anything that she wanted.