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In the hallway, Rhaenys drunkenly stumbles towards Rhaenyra’s chambers. “Auntie, open… auntie, open up!” Rhaenys hiccups loudly as the sleepy Rhaenyra opens the door
“Rhaenys what do you want?” Rhaenyra asks pulling Rhaenys inside
“I want you auntie. You’re sensual.” Rhaenys says kissing Rhaenyra passionately
“You’re drunk. You smell like a winery, Rhaenys.” Rhaenyra says as Rhaenys drops to her knees and begins kissing Rhaenyra’s bulge, Rhaenyra’s body betraying her as she feels her cock hardening.
“Rhaenys, stop. You’re drunk and not thinking clearly, you don’t want me.” Rhaenyra says gasping as Rhaenys’ hand wraps around her cock.
“I do want you, auntie, and I want your child.” Rhaenys says taking Rhaenyra’s member into her mouth, the older woman moans loudly at the feeling
“My… my child?” Rhaenyra stammers in surprise. “You cannot have my child.” She moans feeling Rhaenys’ hand on her spit slicked cock
“I can have a child with whoever I want as I…” Rhaenys hiccups again, bile swirling in her throat as her head spins. “... won’t be heir much longer. So I’ll have you plant your seed in my womb and carry your bastard for you.” She says feeling Rhaenyra’s balls pulse
“Rhaenys, no!” Rhaenyra shouts, pushing Rhaenys away. “Stop it.” She says picking Rhaenys up as her head is still spinning drunkenly
“Auntie, I’m sorry!” Rhaenys sobs collapsing into Rhaenyra’s arms. “I just want to decide my own fate!”
“It’s okay, let's get you into bed and you can sleep this off.” Rhaenyra settles Rhaenys into bed, her cock still hard as Rhaenys falls into a drunken sleep. “I gotta tell Visenya about this.” She sighs
In Visenya’s chambers the conqueror is picking her nails with her dagger as Alicent watches her. “My love, you always carry that dagger, why?” She asks as Visenya climbs into bed and kisses her
“It was my father, Aerion’s, before it was mine. That dagger has a long history all the way back to Valyria.” Visenya explains between kisses as Alicent begins rubbing her cock through her undergarments
“Your Grace, Lady Alicent, apologies for the interruption but Queen Rhaenyra is outside.” Ser Arthur says
“Let her in.” Visenya sighing
“We need to talk.” Rhaenyra says shutting the door
“I’ll leave you two to it.” Alicent says kissing Visenya on the cheek
“What is it, sister?” Visenya asks sitting down adjusting her hardon
“I just had a visit from Rhaenys, drunk and attempting to seduce me.” Rhaenyra says
“Seriously? Has that girl learned nothing?” Visenya sighs
“Seriously? You’re blaming her? Visenya you have to tell her that she’s not losing her position as heir. She wanted me to get her pregnant, and said that it wouldn’t matter if she has a bastard, because she thinks you'll name someone else as heir.” Rhaenyra says in anger. “She was sobbing into my arms, all Rhaenys wants to know that she’s still your little girl.”
“Seven Hells.” Visenya sighs, rubbing her forehead. “And the hardon?” She asks
“Rhaenys dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock.” Rhaenyra sighs
“Ugh, the two of you.” Visenya says rolling her eyes “I'll check on her in the morrow, you find one of your wives to take care of that.”
“OK, any particular choice?” Rhaenyra asks mockingly
“Cersei and make sure she has a very unpleasant limp in her step by tomorrow.” Visenya sneers
“Any particular reason you want me to hurt Cersei like that? I know she is not the nicest person in the world, but she is still my wife, and believe it or not she is a loving mother, she truly loves Maegella, more than her own life.” Rhaenyra says..
“It's her attitude, she was laughing at this misfortune and was foolishly trying to set up Maegella with Rhaenys.” Visenya says
“And why would that be foolish?” Rhaenyra asks
“Not only because that union wouldn't bear any children, this isn't for Maegella's well being, she wants to put her much closer to the throne, and it's not the first time she tried.” Visenya says clenching her fist.
Rhaenyra can only sigh in disbelief
“Look, you do what you want with your wives, I need to deal with my daughter.” Visenya says exiting her chambers
In Lyanna’s chambers the door opens with a squeak as Lyanna sits up and sees Rhaenyra walk in, her hardon evident. “Hello my love. Can I help you with that?” She smirks as Rhaenyra crosses the room and pulls her legs apart, Lyanna gasps, threading her fingers into Rhaenyra’s silver gold curls “Gods, my love.” Lyanna moans feeling Rhaenyra nip her clit
“I love you.” Rhaenyra says continuing to worship Lyanna’s cunt as Lyanna grinds against Rhaenyra’s face gasping as moaning as she does. Lyanna palms her tits as she feels her orgasm building.
“My love!” Lyanna squeals as pleasure washes through her. Lyanna gasps as Rhaenyra tears her night dress. “Seriously, Nyra?” She looks at her wife as she put on her back.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” Rhaenyra shrugs moaning as she presses her cock between Lyanna’s cleavage and thrusting her cockhead poking Lyanna’s chin as she continues to thrust into Lyanna’s tits feeling the stiff nipples against her palms as she feels her balls pulse and a stream of seed comes flying out of her cockhead splattering Lyanna’s chest and throat
“On your ass, my love.” Lyanna says pushing Rhaenyra gently as her cock juts from her hips, it pulses as Lyanna teases the tip with her cunt. Lyanna moans as Rhaenyra puts a hand on her hips and pulls her down to the hilt. “Gods, you fill me.” She says her hips rising and falling as Rhaenyra’s hands roam her body.
“I love you.” Rhaenyra says as the two share hot kisses, fingers tangling in hair as Lyanna’s free hand drags down Rhaenyra’s back Lyanna gasps as Rhaenyra’s free hand presses against her clit. Lyanna harshly bites Rhaenyra’s lower lip, feeling the scar there as her body tenses up and pleasure surges through her. “Gods, your cunt is still tight.” She groans
“Only for you, my love.” Lyanna moans, her hips still rising and falling as Rhaenyra takes a nipple in her mouth lavishing the stiff bud with her tongue. “If any man tried to stick himself in me, he wouldn’t be able to feel my walls with the way you stretch me out.” She moans her hips, stuttering as Rhaenyra pulls her hair roughly exposing her neck.
Lyanna gasps in surprise as Rhaenyra bites her neck gently. “I guess you're stuck with me!” Rhaenyra growls and she pulls Lyanna down to the hilt as she feels her seed spilling. Lyanna moans as her cunt sprays out reams of wetness as her belly swells with seed. “I love you.” She says pulling her cock free with a sigh
“I love you too.” Lyanna says curling into Rhaenyra’s warmth. “Do you ever worry about Viserra?”
“In what way, sweetheart?” Rhaenyra asks playing with Lyanna’s dark curls
“All your other daughters are exploring their bodies and marrying but Viserra seems enamoured with her books and Starfyre. Do you worry she’s not interested in putting her cock to use?” Lyanna asks
“At fourteen my love, I was more interested in riding Syrax off the edge of the world than girls so I don’t blame her. I’m sure a girl will catch her eye soon.” Rhaenyra says kissing the back of Lyanna’s head. “Good night.” She smiles
Next morning, in Rhaenyra’s chambers the sun rises as Rhaenys pulls a pillow over her head, the sun stinging her eyes. “Good morning.” Visenya says sitting in the armchair, arms folded in her lap
“Mmm, muna. What… oh my head.” Rhaenys groans screwing her eyes against the sunlight
“Arbor gold, a rich indulgence.” Visenya smirks
“What do you care? Have you come to tell me that I have been replaced as heir to the throne like my former betrothed?” Rhaenys asks rubbing her throbbing temple
“Drink this.” Visenya says putting a cup on the table
“Moon tea? I swear Aunt Rhaenyra never spilled her seed.” Rhaenys says suddenly sobering up
“Not moon tea, it's for your headache. Then come with me.” Visenya says as Rhaenys drinks the tea, it’s bitter and stings her throat but does severely lessen her headache
In Visenya’s chambers a flaming brazier sits with the dagger in it. “That dagger was my fathers before it was mine, it was Aenar’s long before that and before that… well it is hard to say.” Visenya says shutting the doors behind her. “Pick it up and look at the inscription.” She insists
Rhaenys picks up the dagger, the metal glowing red hot, Valyrian glyphs carved into the metal now apparent. “Hen ñuha ānogar māzigon Kivio Dārilaros. Se zȳhon kessa sagon Vāedar Suvio Perzo.” (From my blood comes the prince that was promised. And his will be the song of ice and fire.) She reads the High Valyrian inscribed on the blade
“Before the conquest I had a dream… of ice and dragons. And in that dream I saw three dragons in whipping winds and snow with riders on their back. They ended the terrible winter and brought peace. I did not conquer the Seven Kingdoms for power, glory or wealth. I conquered it so I could have you.” Visenya says setting the dagger down to cool. “I sired you because I believe that one day you will be a great ruling queen.” She sighs, rubbing her brow gently. “Perhaps I have not portrayed to you the weight of your responsibilities and this terrible knowledge, they are larger than the throne or the queen who sits it. It is larger than you and your desires.” Visenya says, trying to keep the anger from her tone. “Your grandfather would’ve disinherited you.”
“For giving in to desire?” Rhaenys scoffs
“Do you believe I'm being too harsh?” Visenya asks
“It's of no consequence to what I think… as I've just been reminded.” Rhaenys says sarcastically
“Your aunts were often thorn in my side, will you insist on taking after them? Must everything be a battle? A scandal?” Visenya asks exasperated
“If you are referring to what happened between me, Daenora and Baela, trust me, we never meant for it to be like that.”Rhaenys says in shame.
“And yet it did, Baela is carrying a child, too young to be doing so, and her life might be in danger. May the gods be merciful and allow her to live through this ordeal.” Visenya says
"So you'll disinherit me as punishment and name someone in my stead?" Rhaenys states, straightening up and looking Visenya in the eye. “You might as well peddle for what you can, for a mountain stronghold or a fleet of ships.”
"You have misjudged me, Rhaenys." Visenya says the hurt evident in her voice
“All know it, and because her child will be the eldest of the next generation, she will be first in line to the throne, while I'm married off to some lord who will see me as nothing but a trophy.”
“It is true that as rulers we must marry for advantage, to forge alliances and bolster our strengths. You have always understood this, it's precisely why I married your mother and your aunts, as did my sisters. None of us were truly in love at first, if I'm being honest, that came later, mostly when you children were all born, if not just before. But we do love each other.” Rhaenys looks at her mother, a sense of comfort and understanding forming in her heart. “I do not seek to replace you, my child, but I will not live forever. I wish to see you contented, happy even.”
"Do not coddle me mother, Daenora will have an heir soon and the realm will know it.”Rhaenys says bitterly
“You are the crown princess and you always will be.” Visenya says pulling Rhaenys into a hug. “I will never ever replace you but you must accept your duties and be the crown. As to your match, you can make it yourself”
Rhaenys is relieved and sees it as a chance to choose a lover for herself. She did love Daenora, but fate is a cruel mistress and now they have been forced into different paths. Daenora having to take fault for her decision.
“So I have a task for you. When Orys first began the Red Keep, he began building an inner holdfast. A keep within a keep.” Visenya says taking Rhaenys to the window, pointing at the unfinished building.
“I wondered what that building was. Why are you telling me this?” Rhaenys asks
“Because I want you to finish it. You are my heir and you should learn the ways of command.” Visenya says
In the sitting room four tailors measure Aemma, Baela, Daenys and Maegora for their wedding outfits. “I apologize Princess Daenys, my measure doesn’t seem to be big enough.” The tailor says
“It’s quite all right. I had this with my usual tailor.” Daenys says
“Stop bragging, sister, we all know you have big tits. That’s the only reason Rhaella is marrying you.” Maegora says
“Two big reasons.” Aemma laughs
“Shut up.” Daenys says as the four laugh
In the training yard Jaehaera grunts as she falls backwards onto the training rack as she drops her sword cutting her thighs. “Princess are you okay?” Ser Arryk asks dropping his sword immediately and rushing to her side
“I am fine, Ser, let's go again.” Jaehaera says trying to get up
“Absolutely not, Princess Jaehera. I’m taking you to Septa Merida.” Ser Arryk says helping Jaehaera to her feet
“Ser Arryk, I am fine.” Jaehaera says wincing as she puts weight on her left foot
“Give me your arm, Princess.” Ser Arryk says in a soft but commanding tone
Guiding Jaehaera through the Red Keep Ser Arryk notices blood running down her shoulder blades. “Septa Merida, are you in?” Ser Arryk asks knocking on the door
“Come in!” The voice calls from the other side
Opening the door and walking in, Jaehaera sees a pale skinned septa with her hood up and her huge bust obvious even under her modest septa’s robes. “Septa Merida, Princess Jaehaera and I were training and she picked up a few injuries, would you mind taking a look and dressing them?” Ser Arryk asks
“Put her on my bed and leave please, Ser Arryk.” Merida smiles Jaehaera’s cock throbbing at her lustful blue eyes
“I’m supposed to remain by the princesses' side.” Ser Arryk says
“I am a septa of the Faith, if you can’t trust me then your job will be very difficult going forward, Ser.” Merida says
“You can leave now, Ser Arryk, have a nice day”Jaehaera says annoyed
“Of course, apologies, your Grace.” Ser Arryk says leaving the room
“Now then, how did you come by these injuries?” Merida asks, taking off Jaehaera’s shirt as she begins to clean the cuts on her shoulder blades, Jaehaera wincing slightly. “These may need stitches Princess.”
“Okay.” Jaehaera says as Merida begins stitching the cuts closed with silk before wrapping them in bandages.
“Princess, I need to take off your pants so I can dress the wound on your thigh.” Merida says as Jaehaera reluctantly pulls her pants off her hard cock obvious under her silk undergarments leaving them with a slight tent. “This isn’t too deep, but I’ll need to take your undergarments off in order to dress it properly.” She says with a lustful smile as Jaehaera tries to maintain her composure.
“Do you have to, why can’t I just dress it myself?” Jaehaera asks moving back from Merida’s hands slowly
“While I have no doubt you could do it yourself, I still need to check your nethers for bruises or other injuries.” Merida says her hand brushing against Jaehaera’s cock
“No, I don’t want… Jaehaera squirms as Merida begins to pull her undergarments down as Jaehaera’s hard cock slaps against her belly. “Septa, I have a… problem.” She admits
“Oh?” Merida says, pressing her fingers against Jaehaera’s balls as Jaehaera’s balls. “So if I touch you, what’ll happen?” She smirks
“I can’t… please, I’m gonna… oh Gods!” Jaehaera gasps as Merida begins sucking her cock. “Merida, please stop my cock… I can’t…” She pants for breath as Merida continues to suck her cock aggressively her throat bobbing as she takes Jaehaera to hilt gasping as Jaehaera’s seed pours down her throat
“What’s wrong?” Merida asks as the crying Jaehaera shrinks away from her touch
“I don’t know, everytime I touch myself or a woman starts pleasuring my member I can’t seem to last, the first whore I fucked I put my cock in her cunt and I barely lasted six full strokes inside her and then the second whore took me in her mouth, I barely got to the hilt and I exploded all over her face.” Jaehaera sniffles
“You are the Princess Jaehaera, the rider of Meleys. A stamina issue we can solve.” Merida smiles lifting Jaehaera’s chin and brushing her tears away
“How?” Jaehaera asks putting her shirt back on
“We can speak to Maester Ollidar.” Merida suggests licking Jaehaera’s cock enjoying the remaining dollops of seed there, the feeling of Merida’s tongue running across her member causes Jaehaera’s body to twitch as she spills another load of seed. “This is very dire, princess.” She says carefully licking the seed of Jaehaera’s crotch
In Ollidar’s chambers Jaehaera sits down nervously crossing her legs. “How can I help you, Princess, Septa?” Ollidar asks his chain clinking
“I have a problem with arriving too early and being unable to satisfy my partner in the bedroom, Grand Maester.” Jaehaera admits nervously
“Ah, I see. This is a common occurrence, with older Lords it’s a sign of age. Young Lords are sometimes afflicted with it too, but it’s typically an issue of stamina.” Ollidar says with a smile. “At the Citadel a simple technique is taught called edging, it involves touching yourself, but don’t spill your seed when you feel it coming.” He says
“See, Princess, I told you it was a simple issue. Thank you, Grand Maester.” Merida smiles as the two stand up. “I’ll explain to the princess how to edge herself outside.”
“Very well then, Septa.” Ollidar nods
Outside of Grand Maester Ollidar’s chambers Jaehaera gasps as Merida pins her against the wall and palms her cock. “You heard the Grand Maester, stamina is all you need.” Merida says kissing Jaehaera. “So I want you to go back to your chambers and edge yourself.” She giggles brushing her fingers across Jaehaera’s face
“Ho… how do I do that?” Jaehaera stammers feeling Merida’s hand brushing against her cock
“When you feel your seed coming, stop touching yourself until you stop feeling like spilling your seed.” Merida says
“O-- okay.” Jaehaera nods nervously. “What should I think about?”
“Anything you want, princess, that’s the beauty of an active mind.” Merida smirks
“I understand.” Jaehaera smirks
In Jaehaera’s chambers the princess flops onto her bed and pulls her pants off before taking her member in hand. Jaehaera moans as she touches herself, she feels her balls pulsing as she pulls away and feels her urges settling as she begins stroking along her member as she shuts her eyes and imagines Merida bouncing on her cock, the way everything would move.
Jaehaera moans her balls pulsing as she continues to stroke along her member, her body turning electric as she feels her seed spilling, even as she pulls her hand away her cock she still pulses out her seed onto her shirt. “Gods. That was better.” She sighs
Later that night in Rhaenyra’s office the three queens drink wine as they look at Rhaenys’ latest report on the Holdfast. “She’s really taken to this.” Daenerys says
“Indeed. She’s been consulting with the council on it to ensure she’s not putting a strain on the realm’s finances and even learning architecture as well.” Visenya says
“She’ll make a fine queen one day.” Rhaenyra smiles while sipping her wine. “There is something else we need to discuss though.”
“Oh, what?” Visenya queries
“Our daughters are going to be getting married soon.”
“Yes, I know, and trust me as happy as I am for them, those weddings might in fact put a strain on the royal coffers.”
“That's not my point.” Rhaenyra says
“And what is, pray tell, your point?” Daenerys asks confused.
“We have fifteen daughters, that's an uneven number.” Rhaenyra says
“I'm not following.” Visenya asks
“That because we have fifteen daughters, we cannot marry them all to each other, can we sister?” Rhaenyra says
“She’s right. We need to find a match outside the royal family for one of them.” Daenerys says
“I would not condemn Helaena to marry someone who doesn’t understand her. She’s too sweet and pure for that.” Visenya says
“I feel the same about Maegella. No matter how often Cersei seats her with her Lannister cousins. I nearly took one boy's hand recently when he slid it all the way up to the junction between her thighs.” Rhaenyra says as Visenya gawps in disgust. “I thought she was gonna cry.”
“I don’t blame her. That wine sodden boy of Tyland’s is disgusting.” Daenerys says with a sigh
“You should have fed the boy to your dragon, no judgment here.” Visenya says
“Believe me I want it, but right now I'm more concerned about our daughter's marriage situation.” Rhaenyra says, taking another sip. “Lyanna was asking about Viserra and a potential match for her.”
“I could speak to Lord Manfred about making a match with one of Alysanne’s cousins, maybe Lynesse Hightower, for her.” Visenya says “I know that blood from House Stark and Hightower, joining together as farfetched idea, but it can join two of the most powerful Houses together”
“Call me crazy, but that somehow sounds like a really bad idea.” Rhaenyra says.
“You know, I recall when we said that it was Targaryen tradition to marry into the family, I remembered Alysanne was saying she was going to ask for Helaena’s hand, but then we heard about her condition and I guess that never came up again.” Daenerys says, zipping her wine.
“Really, first time I'm hearing about it.” Visenya says inquisitively
“You know Maegella is very sweet to Helaena, and the two get along great, they would be a perfect match.” Rhaenyra adds
“I know Maegella is very sweet, but as much as I would love to, that particular union wouldn't produce any children.” Visenya says
“Is that all you think about?” Rhaenyra says
“As I told Rhaenys, sometimes we must marry for convenience, to bolster our strength” Visenya says
“Can you ever just stop thinking like a Queen?” Daenerys say annoyed
“All I'm saying is I just want this family to be strong, against anything that might come our way. I'm also thinking about what is best for Helaena and Alysanne is very protective of her, I guess she could be a good match.” Visenya says
“And you know, Jaehaera is still without a match and she is third, or second in line to the throne now I guess, considering you put Daenora all the way to the bottom.” Daenerys says with a sigh. “She could be a good match for Rhaenys, Maegella or even Naerys, I forgot about her.”
“Viserra as well, maybe I could match her to Maegella.” Rhaenyra says
“Very good. Then we will hope that the other will find matches with each other then and if Alysanne won't marry Helaena, at least I can hope takes to her cousin.” Daenerys smiles
“We have four upcoming pairings, three potential ones, that still only gives seven and one out.” Rhaenyra says
“You know this would have been much easier to solve if one of our wives had just given us twins, those run in the Lannisters you know, and yet three Lannister wives and not a single set of twins.” Daenerys says pouring more wine into her glass
“Careful what you wish for.”Visenya says.
“Have any of your wives ever asked you for another baby, like very insistently? After Duskendale Jorlyn has been rather insistent on having another child, I just wasn't ready and thought about getting better after what happened.” Daenerys says
“Cersei asked me for a little sister for Maegella, and say what you will about her, she loves Maegella, so much and Maegella is a sweetheart.” Rhaenyra says “But honestly I'm kinda afraid of what Cersei might turn her next child into.”
“You know Myrcella found me in the hot springs before we returned to Queen’s Landing and she asked me for a second child. And Jesmyn did too.” Visenya says
“We probably should have taken them on that offer, we wouldn't have our current dilemma right now.” Daenerys says sjgh looking at the stars above.
“There would still be a considerable age difference between the final couple.”Rhaenyra comments.
“Regrettably I've seen such things among the lords of Westeros, it won't matter if the Lord is a child or an adult elderly man, as soon as a woman has flowered she is just married off. There is a House here in the Crownlands, that married a boy of eight and a girl of less than a year, they won't consummate the marriage until several years in the future, but even for a political marriage that's just wrong.”
“You want to talk about horrible traditions, you have not heard about the Lord's right of the First Night.” Rhaenyra says “I know Orys was the result of such tradition, but not always does it lead to a good ending, I know there are some lords that abuse such right.”
“There are several traditions in this realm that are so messed up” Daenerys says “We try to change them all, we are going to get in so much trouble with the faith again.”
“Let them come, Vhagar and I have been itching for a fight.”
“We are so drunk right now!” Daenerys says the sisters start laughing uncontrollably
In Helaena’s chambers the young princess continues moving things around. “Where are they?” She says frankly looking for her cricket cages
“Helaena, are you okay?” Visenya asks walking in
“No, I… I… I can’t find my crickets.” Helaena says pulling out her dresser drawers and tossing out the contents
“Helaena, take a deep breath. We’ll find them.” Visenya promises as Helaena continues throwing her dresses on the floor
“No! I can’t… muna I… I can’t… help!” Helaena says her eyes are wild and panicked as her breath becomes short, sharp and wheezy. “H.. he… help me!” She wheezes
“Lexia! Help!” Visenya says
“What is it, what’s wrong?” Lexia asks seeing Visenya holding Helaena up
“Do you know where Helaena’s crickets are?” Visenya asks as Lexia picks up the wooden cage
“Helaena, here they are. Your handmaiden must’ve moved them.” Lexia says as Helaena’s breath evens out. “Are you okay, sweetling?”
“Mm-hm.” Helaena nods
“Sweetheart, can you stay with your mama, I have something for you.” Visenya says as Helaena nods meekly. “Okay.” She smiles
A few minutes later Helaena is sitting at the table as Lexia brushes a few stray tears away, the door opens as Visenya enters with a smile.
“Helaena, I wanna try something.” Visenya says as five servants walk in with steaming pots of tea. “Tea has always been good to me for after I’ve had a scary experience and I know that I like peppermint tea but I had five options found for you to try.” She smiles
“Okay.” Helaena says is a small voice as the first servant puts the first cup down
“This first one is my personal favourite blend of peppermint tea, it’s a little sharp but also quite sweet.” Visenya says as Helaena makes a face. “No? Okay, I guess you’re like me in this regard either.” She smiles as the next servant puts the second cup down. “This is jasmine tea. It’s soothing and herby.” Visenya says as Helaena’s face contorts in disgust
“Yucky!” Helaena says
“Okay then. So this is just a blended tea, it can be quite bitter but you can add sugar to it to add sweetness to it.” Visenya says as Helaena makes the same face. “Wanna add sugar to it?”
“No, it tastes like Rhaella’s pencil.” Helaena says
“This a black tea but you can add milk and sugar to it to sweeten it.” Visenya says as Helaena shakes her head at the full cup. “No, okay then this is a honey tea, very sweet. Just like you.” She smiles as Helaena drinks the honey tea and a pleased smile spreads across her face.
“Yummy.” Helaena says
“Okay then. Sabitha, could you send word to Captain Oswyn to bring back three boxes of honey tea from Honeyholt?” Visenya asks as Helaena finishes the cup
“Of course, Your Grace.”
A few days later…
In the construction site Rhaenys lays out her hand drawn plans as three builders look at them. “I want a dry moat lined with iron spikes.” Rhaenys says
“Of course, though impractical, princess, for men could enter through any of the drawbridges.”
“Which is why there will only be one drawbridge to enter and exit this holdfast.”
“Interesting.” Visenya says arriving at the site
“Mother.” Rhaenys smiles
“I’m glad to see you taking command so well.” Visenya says
“I've had to consult with Maester Ollidar about architecture on fortresses.”
“Very good.” Visenya says patting her on the shoulder “Keep it up, if you require anything, you may talk to Lord Brynden or Lord Celtigar, they will help you with whatever you need.”
“Yes mother.” Rhaenys responds, focusing back on the plans.
In the city Rhaena deftly pulls a coin purse off merchants' hip as Lewyn watches and nods in approval. “I’d say that was very successful.” Lewyn says as Rhaena adds the coins to their bag. “But remember…”
“... my mothers must never know.” Rhaena says
“So how are your lock picking skills coming along?” Lewyn asks
“Uncle, what are they doing?” Rhaena asks pointing to a table as a group of men hold another man down begin quickly stabbing a dagger between his fingers
“Oh, the dagger game.” Lewyn says as he and Rhaena walk over
“The dagger game?” Rhaena questions
“The object is not to get stabbed.” Lewyn smirks, stepping up to the table. “Gentlemen, might I take a turn?” He asks drawing his dagger and a sack of coin
“Sure, but with her.” The broken nose half blind man with the dagger says with a dark smile as Lewyn smile confidently
“Don’t panic.” Lewyn says taking Rhaena’s hand and pressing his own atop it making a show with his well honed and deathly sharp dagger, before beginning the movements of the game. Rhaena barely flinches as the dagger stabs between her fingers at an increasing speed. Rhaena watches in amazement as Lewyn finishes the game before tossing his dagger into the pole across the alley
“That was brilliant.” Rhaena says as Lewyn puts the other mens coin into the bag he’d toss down initially. “You have to teach me that.”
“I can. But your mothers can never know.” Lewyn says
“I thought that this was the deal for this whole thing.” Rhaena smirks
“Now about your lock picking skills.” Lewyn says leading Rhaena down a side street and the two begin looking for doors to unlock.
In the Vale Lysa plays with a toy dragon from Mya as she looks at the balcony where Laenera is resting. “Laenera, come play with me?” She asks in a sweet tone still playing with her dragons making them fly over her toy Eyrie, she makes roaring noises with her mouth and pretends they blast fire.
“Of course auntie.” Laenera says sitting down with Lysa. “Do you like dragons?”
“Mm-hm. They’re so cool. I wanna try and find that wild dragon that’s here.” Lysa says
“That’d be cool.” Laenera says
“Maybe we could go together.” Lysa says
In Jaehaera’s chambers the princess continues sharpening her longsword and whistling under her breath unaware as the door opens and Merida walks in grabbing Jaehaera’s small breasts as she gasps in surprise. “You really should be more alert, silver girl. I could’ve been anyone.” Merida husks
“You could’ve been.” Jaehaera smirks, feeling Merida’s hand reach between her legs and cup her balls lightly, Jaehaera squirms as her cock hardens. “You’re just a very naughty septa. I might have to spank you for what you do to me.”
“Perhaps you should.” Merida smirks biting Jaehaera’s ear
In the courtyard the next morning Alannys adjusts Baela’s headdress as Margaery cleans a mark off Daenora’s face. “You ready, sweetheart?” Alannys asks looking at Baela’s cream and pale green wedding gown before looking at Daenora’s cream and bronze wedding gown
“Yeah.” Baela says
“Nothing to be worried about.” Alannys says patting Baela’s arm
The crowd settles as the ceremony begins, Margaery almost seems to drag Daenora down the aisle before planting her at the volcanic stone altar. Alannys kisses Baela on the cheek as she walks away and takes a seat beside Daenerys.
Daenora uses the dragonglass dagger to slice into Baela’s lip using the bead of blood to form a sigil on her forehead, Baela repeats the motion cutting gently into Daenora’s lip before drawing her own symbol
The two women slice their palms open in turn as the Valyrian priest speaks aloud. “Hen lantoti ānogar.” (Blood of two) Daenora and Baela clasp their slit palms together. “Va sȳndroti vāedroma.” (Joined as one) The Valyrian priest wraps a strip of cloth around their joined hands as their mixed blood pours into the cup. “Mēro perzot gīhoti.” (Ghostly flame) The priest hands Baela the cup as she takes a deep drink of it, the metallic tang lingering on her tongue as she swallows. “Elēdroma iārza sīr.” (And song of shadows) Baela passes the cup to Daenora with a shaky smile. “Izulī ampā perzī.” (Two hearts as embers) The crowd watches as Moondancer and Vermithor stand nearby.
“Prūmī lanti sēteksi.” (Forged in fourteen fires) Daenora takes a reluctant drink from the cup. “Hen jenȳ māzīlarion.” (A future promised in glass) Baela sighs as Daenora thrusts the cup into her hand. “Qēlossa ozūndesi.” (The stars stand witness) The priests says as Baela passes the cup back. “Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo.” (The vow spoken through time) Baela finds herself silently begging for Daenora to meet her eyes. “Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi.” (Of darkness and light) The priest finishes as Daenora reluctantly kisses Baela softly.
“Thank you for coming to this wedding celebration, we will return inside in a minute but first I wish to establish a tradition. My nieces will now mount their dragons, Moondancer & Vermithor, and circle the city thrice before returning.” Visenya explains as Baela carefully mounts Moondancer as Daenora grabs Vermithor’s reins. The two dragons launch into the sky as the huge bronze dragon rises into the sky completely overshadows the small Moondancer as the two fly lazily through the sky. Circling thrice around the city Moondancer and Vermithor call for each other the entire time.
In the throne room the celebration is in full swing as Dalon walks up to the long high table with the Iron Throne looming behind where Daenora is playing with her dagger as Baela tries to make conversation with her wife. Margaery and Rhaenyra watch in disappointment as Baela gives up. “Princess Baela, your mothers letters mentioned that she has been teaching you to sail so I had my men build a sailboat that could be operated by two or even one. She’s called The Princesses Gambit” Dalon smiles
“Oh grandfather, thank you!” Baela smiles brightly
“You’re very welcome. At present you are my only granddaughter so I guess I am charged with spoiling you.” Dalon smiles
“Thank you, Lord Dalon, a kind gift.” Daenerys smiles
“I must say what a pleasure it is to be here for my granddaughters wedding.” Harlan says with a smile. “You’ll find in your cellar two dozen barrels of exquisite Arbor red from before the Conquest.” He says
“A very fine gift, Lord Tyrell. I’m sure Princess Daenora and Princess Baela will enjoy them thoroughly.” Visenya says
“I can attest, princess, if it’s the vintage from 49BC then you’re in for a treat, my father once gave me a single glass of that vintage on my 18th nameday and it was the finest wine I’d ever tasted.” Ser Ryam says with a soft smile. “Your grandfather must’ve paid a fortune to convince my brother to part with so many barrels.”
“Indeed, 49BC Arbor Red, so that you and your bride may enjoy them.” Harlan says
“Ser Loras, would you send a servant down to the wine cellar and ask that one of the barrels of the Arbor Red be tapped and a flagon bought to me.” Daenora says
“Of course, Princess.” Loras nods
Meanwhile Rhaenys approaches Rhaenyra nervously. “Auntie, can I apologise to you for my behaviour.” Rhaenys says
“It is okay, your mother was the same.” Rhaenyra smiles kissing Rhaenys on the head
“It’s not okay, I was embarrassing and did not act in a way befitting my station. And for that I apologise.” Rhaenys says
“And it is fine.” Rhaenyra says, sighing as she sees Daenora finishing off a fourth flagon in quick succession. “If you’ll excuse me, little niece.” She says stepping past and signalling Margaery who is dancing with Baela
Arriving at the high table Rhaenyra, with a look, sends the serving girl with another flagon away. “Enough.” Rhaenyra says snatching the cup from Daenora’s hand
“What? What? Fucking what?” Daenora snaps flicking the droplets of wine off her hand
“I don’t care how you feel about this marriage, you are bound to sweet Baela by Fire and Blood so you will honor her.” Rhaenyra says
“No more. Loras, you are not to take any orders from Princess Daenora regarding wine tonight.” Margaery commands
“Yes, sister.” Loras nods
Walking around the hall, Rhaenys finds her path blocked by Jason Lannister. “What do you want, Jason?” Rhaenys asks in annoyance
“I just wanted to compliment your appearance today.” Jason says
“Your wine, Princess.” Hailey says
“Thank you, Hailey.” Rhaenys smiles
“Why are you thanking some serving girl?” Jason says arrogantly.
“It's proper manners” Rhaenys says
“You don't need proper manners when talking to a servant. They’re below us.” Jason says
“Then I guess I don't need proper manners when talking to you.”
“What? “ Jason asks indignantly
“You may think kind girls like Hailey are below you but that just betrays how small you really are, Lannister.” Rhaenys says, stepping to him, getting the attention of Visenya.
“And you are a slut, just like your mother.” Jason says reeling as Rhaenys punches him in the jaw
“Don’t talk about my mother like that.” Rhaenys growls angrily, her eyes burning as Jason draws his dagger, the sudden sound of bone snapping can be heard as Ser Erryk breaks Jason’s wrist, the dagger dropping to the floor with a clatter.
“Ser Erryk please remove Ser Jason from the feast.” Visenya commands
“But she hit me.” Jason says
“And you drew a blade on the crown princess. I think a blow to the jaw and a broken wrist is a fair trade but if you want to spend a night in a Black Cell I can arrange for that instead, Ser Jason.” Visenya says a hand on Dark Sister
“No, I’ll go.” Jason says
“Thank you for that, Ser Erryk, but I could’ve handled that myself.” Rhaenys says
“It’s my duty to keep you safe princess, even from spoiled brats like Jason Lannister.” Ser Erryk smirks as Rhaenys laughs through her nose. “Though I have no doubt you could take care of yourself.”
“Rhaenys, a word.” Visenya says
“What?” Rhaenys asks as she and Visenya go to a shadowed corner
“You cannot hit Jason Lannister.” Visenya says
“He called my mother a slut.” Rhaenys says. “What kind of daughter would I be if I just stood there and let him insult my family with impunity?”
“Well as I said he got off lightly. But I am in a quarter of a kingdom in debt to his father so we have to play nice no matter how much we dislike those yellow haired, gold plated smirking cunts.” Visenya sighs walking away
“Everything all right, sister?” Rhaenyra asks as Visenya sits back down
“Fine, just sorting out an issue with Rhaenys.” Visenya smiles
“I heard, and frankly I don't blame Rhaenys” Rhaenyra says
“Me neither, but there had to be a better way” Visenya says sighing “Sometimes that girl acts too impulsively”
“Rhaenys apologised for her behaviour while drunk too.” Rhaenyra says
“Good.” Visenya smiles
Visenya stood at the edge of the ballroom, her gaze sharp as her nieces exchanged conversation with the other guests beneath the gilded arches. The music swelled, but her mind lingered on the currents of power weaving through the hall. Sitting briefly upon the seats set for the Queens during the ceremony, she let her fingers trail along the cold steel, a quiet reminder that even amid celebration, the crown demanded vigilance.
“Your Grace…” Visenya looks up to see the smirking face and broken nose of Ser Tyland Lannister. “... I must apologize for my brother's insolence. He may not respect a lady as a proper lord should, but I can assure you that's not the case with me. I would be honored to take the Princess Rhaenys to wife. Despite what she did to my brother, although I can assure you he probably had it coming. Jason has the unlucky reputation of being called “The dumbest Lannister”. As for the princess, she and Meraxes can join me in Casterly Rock and find herself well compensated for her loss of station.” He says looking up at Visenya with a proud look on his face. “What I offer you, the Crown and your daughter, is strength.”
“Do you think House Targaryen lacks for strength?” Visenya asks
“If someone offered you more dragons, would you not take them?” Tyland asks smugly
“Do you have dragons to offer, Ser Tyland?” Visenya asks incredulously
“As I said Casterly Rock is a splendid seat. Rhaenys may take her place there, by my side and be the Lady of the Rock one day. She would not lose out on station after our marriage while Meraxes would be free to hunt as he pleases.” Tyland says
“Lose out on station?” Visenya asks
“If you were to name Princess Daenora heir, Your Grace.” Tyland says
“And why would I be doing that?” Visenya asks
“I had assumed, as she is the first to have a child. In fact many of us had assumed…” Tyland stammers
“Many of us, you say?” Visenya asks darkly. “Have your father's bannermen been questioning my choice of heir?”
“Of course not, Your Grace.” Tyland says quickly
“It is your sworn duty to report rebellion stirring in my kingdom and crush it, should the need arise.” Visenya says
“Re… rebellion?” Tyland stammers in a panic. “There has been nothing of the sort, Your Grace.”
“And yet, I hear assumptions that my line is not secured? Or perhaps House Lannister wishes to challenge what they assumed was the line of succession to place their own blood higher on the throne.”
“That's not what I meant…” Ser Tyland stutters
“If you were to marry a child of House Targaryen, who sits on the throne, you wouldn't be King, at best royal consort, your authority wouldn't be higher than that of the princesses or should I say Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.”
“Of course your Grace.” Tyland says quickly “I meant nothing that could be interpreted as treasonous.”
“I did not decide to name Rhaenys as the heir on a whim. All the Lords and Knights of the Kingdom would do well to remember that.” Visenya says
“Yes, Your Grace.” Tyland stutters as he leaves
“The nerve some people have.” Rhaenyra whispers
“Indeed.” Daenerys says watching Daenora engage in a drinking competition with her uncles
“I think it’s time we got those two consummating their marriage.” Visenya says standing up and tapping her wine glass. “While you’re all free to stay and forge alliances, enjoy the wine and food but it is time for Princess Daenora and Princess Baela to retire.” She smiles, a loud cheer goes up as Baela takes Daenora’s hand and leads her out of the hall.
In Daenora’s chambers the couple enters as Baela begins removing her outfit as Daenora drunkenly flops onto the bed. “My love, aren’t we going to consummate our marriage?” Baela asks putting on her black nightgown
“No, Baela.” Daenora says, taking off her wedding outfit.
“But it's our wedding night.” Baela says
“The bedding is so the couple will produce a child, we already did that, so what's the point?”
“We have to, it's expected of us, so our union will be… official. I want us to be close, even if we already have a child in the way. ”
“I don’t want you. Go back to your own bed.” Daenora says pulling the covers over her
“Fine then.” Baela says walking away
Jaehaera opens her chamber doors to see Merida lying naked on her bed. “Merida, w- what are you doing here?” She stammers, shutting the door before Arryk can see the naked Septa. The lock clicks shut as the door handle rattles
“Princess, are you all right?” Ser Arryk asks still trying to open the door
“I am fine, Ser Arryk, you may retire to the White Tower for the night, the door is locked and the night is cool so the windows are closed. I am in no danger.” Jaehaera says a slight tremble in my voice as Merida gets off the bed and begins kissing her throat
“Are you certain, princess?” Ser Arryk asks
“I am, Ser, good night.” Jaehaera says trying to keep her voice even as Merida pulls her shirt off
“Very well then, princess, good night.” Ser Arryk says the clank of his armor signalling his departure
“What are you doing here, Merida? Did any of the servants or the guards see you coming in here?” Jaehaera asks as Merida pulls her pants down and pushes gently onto the bed Jaehaera gasps her thighs twitching as Merida wraps her tits around the young girls throbbing cock
“Don’t worry your pretty silver head, princess, no one saw me. And I figured that since your sister is getting fucked by her new wife…” Merida continues moving her tits up and down Jaehaera’s cock, feeling her pulse into her tits. “... you deserved some pleasure too.” She smirks
“Fuck!” Jaehaera gasps her cock and balls pulses as Merida continues to stimulate her member. “Merida, I can’t…” She gasps as she feels her seed spill splattering the redheads heaving chest
“That was better than before, did you edge yourself?” Merida asks making a show of slowly licking Jaehaera’s seed off her tits
“Mm-hm.” Jaehaera nods as Merida climbs into her lap, her slick cunt hovering over Jaehaera’s cock her clit hard and pulsing, the redhead moans as she sinks down onto the younger girl's member. “Fuck!” She gasps feeling her balls pulsing. “Merida, I’m gonna… stop. I don’t wanna...” Jaehera whimpers, feeling Merida’s wet walls gripping her tender cock. Merida’s hips continue to rise and fall as she palms and grips Jaehaera’s small breasts, Jaehaera groans, her cock on fire. “Merida, you’re so beautiful. I wonder if my cousin Naerys will look like you one day.” She pants grabbing Merida’s ass and tits.
“It’s okay, you’re doing fine. If you’re going to spill your seed, spill it inside me and breed me.” Merida whispers as Jaehaera lets out a whimpered stuttered throaty moan before throwing her head
“Merida, I can’t last. My cock is like a fresh forged ingot. Please.” She begs as Merida sucks on one of her nipples, Jaehaera’s body surges as Merida continues to rise and fall, her long red hair falling down her back as she fills Merida’s cunt with hot seed. “That’s good, princess. You did good.” She smiles as Jaehaera’s face falls into her cleavage
“You were joking, right? About breeding you? My Aunt Visenya was very specific about bastards.” Jaehaera says nervously
“Princess, you don’t have to worry. I’m fifty, and I had three daughters in my youth. And they are very good to me. In ways that the Faith would flog me for.” Merida smirks, kissing Jaehaera on the head. “You don’t have to worry, my womb is closed for good.” She moans pulling off Jaehaera.
“O-o… okay.” Jaehaera nods
“Now keep teasing yourself and we’ll keep building that stamina up.” Merida says, picking up her robes and hood and redresses. “Goodbye, princess.” She smiles
“Goodbye, Merida. And please call me Jaehaera.” She smiles
“Okay then, Jaehaera.” Merida smirks pulling up her robes and showing her glistening cunt
“Oh Gods.” Jaehaera groans flopping back onto the bed
In Daenerys’ office the door opens with a squeak as Baela shuffles into the room as Daenerys sets her pen down. “Baela, what are you doing here?” She asks crossing the room and guiding Baela further in, taking her daughters form in. Her small breasts, a slight baby bump and the semi translucent black nightdress
“Daenora doesn’t want me.” Baela says tears running down her cheeks
“Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.” Daenerys says kissing Baela on the cheeks and brushing her tears away. Baela gasps as Daenerys pulls her nightgown off exposing her small breasts and mostly flat stomach
“Mother, what are you doing?” Baela gasps as Daenerys sets her on the edge of the desk scattering the papers onto the floor. Baela moans as Daenerys begins sucking on her small breasts, lavishing them with kisses before suckling on both nipples. “Oh muna!” She moans as Daenerys begins to kiss her way down Baela’s body.
“Just enjoy it.” Daenerys says putting her hands gently on each of Baela’s thighs before licking Baela’s wet cunt smiling at the moan from her littlest girl. Baela threads her fingers through Daenerys’ silver locks as the older woman kisses her daughters wet cunt and thighs.
“Muna!” Baela gasps her back arching as her body surges with pleasure. “I love you so much, muna. Let me worship your cock with my tits.” She pants palming and pressing them together
“I have a better idea.” Daenerys says, picking Baela up and setting her on her back with her head hanging off the desk. Baela takes a deep breath through her nose as Daenerys slowly forces her cock down Baela’s throat enjoying the sounds of her littlest girl gently gagging as her throat swells with cock. “Baela, you’re perfect. Do you understand that?” She asks her hips still slowly thrusting into Baela’s throat
“Fuck!” Baela mumbles around Daenerys’ cock as Daenerys palms her small tits. “I love you, muna.” She gags as Daenerys pushes her cock to the hilt, Baela smiles around it as Daenerys’ seed pours down her throat. Baela rubs her hands across her belly as it swells slightly with her mother’s seed. “That was nice.” Baela says licking her lips clean as Daenerys moves round the desk
“We’re just getting started. It’s a shame Daenora got there first, I’d have put the seed that made you in that womb again.” Daenerys says with a lusty look, grabbing Baela’s thighs and pulling her close. “I’ll just have to settle for loving you.” She says pushing her cock in Baela’s cunt enjoying the moans as she begins thrusting.
“Mommy!” Baela moans feeling Daenerys’ cock drag along her wet walls. “I love you.” She groans as Daenerys pulls her close, threading her fingers through Baela’s black hair and sharing hot wet kisses as her hips continue to thrust forwards.
“Oh Baela!” Daenerys groans her hips pistoning against Baela’s as the two leave red scratch marks on each other's backs in passion.
“I love you too, little one. And I always will.” Daenerys says pressing her thumb against Baela’s clit as body goes limp as wetness sprays onto Daenerys' shirt.
Pulling it off Baela drools as she sees Daenerys’ scarred chest and abdomen. “Baela, I’m gonna cum!” She pants as she continues to pound into Baela feeling her stiff clit with her fingers, Baela’s back arches as more wetness sprays out.
“Fill me up, muna!” Baela screams as Daenerys hilts herself in Baela, her seed streaming out into Baela’s cunt, the seed fills Baela’s already seeded womb and splatters onto her thighs as Daenerys pulls her cock out. “I… wow… Gods.” She exhales, setting her head on the desk, Baela gasps as Daenerys lifts her up and sets her on her feet.
The young girl moans as Daenerys sucks on stiff nipples again, Baela pets the back of her mothers head. The two share soft kisses as their hands gently roam each other's body. “I love you, please don’t ever be cross with me again.” Baela says nuzzling against her
“Never.” Daenerys says as they share more kisses, her cock stiffening as they do. “Do you want to be fucked up the ass?” She asks, opening her desk and removing a small glass vial of olive oil.
“Okay.” Baela says nervously looking at her mothers 14 inch member
“You don’t have to.” Daenerys says as Baela kisses her passionately. “On your hands and knees.” She commands, unstopping the oil as Baela drops to her hands and knees. She winces and gasps her tight anal ring flexing as Daenerys pours the oil onto Baela’s ass crack then slowly pushes her ring finger until Baela feels the cold of her grandmother's gifted Valyrian Steel ruby ring.
“Mother, stop teasing.” Baela keens as Daenerys’ nail scraps along her anal walls. She gasps as Daenerys pushes her cock to hilt, Baela moans her back arching as Daenerys grips her hips and begins thrusting into her. Baela’s neck flexes as her mother grabs thick dark hair. “Fuck my ass.” She says as Daenerys smacks her firm ass watching the flesh pink slightly
“I am. Gods, your ass is perfect.” Daenerys groans pulling Baela’s hair gently
“I love you, muna!” Baela pants pressing two fingers to her clit as her back arches quickly making her bump more pronounced as her wetness coats Daenerys’ balls, Baela’s ass tightens around Daenerys’ cock as she pushes her cock to the hilt and her balls tighten harshly and her seed comes out in a wave filling Baela’s belly, coursing through her bowels before pouring out of her mouth onto the floor. “Wow, that…” She pants for breath. “... was amazing. Can Daenora do that?” Baela asks licking the seed off the floor
“Yes, you really want her to love you don’t you?” Daenerys says pulling cock free
“I do.” Baela says as Daenerys picks her up. “Wh--- what are you doing?” She asks as Daenerys begins carrying her through the corridors
In Daenerys’ chambers, Baela hits the mattress and bounces slightly as Daenerys strips and climbs into bed beside her. “Good night, little one.” She smiles pulling the comforter over her
In the morning Dyana opens the door to see Daenerys snuggling with Baela. “Ah! Good morrow, Your Graces. I can come back if you wish to sleep in a little.” Dyana says putting tea down.
“No thank you, Dyana. You can leave the tea and go for a little while.” Daenerys says stretching
The Narrow Sea… Near the Stepstones
A large fleet, of various origins and designs sets course for the capital. The lead ship's mainsail and the bow carry the symbol of captain. The Crimson Serpent, it is called. On its deck a woman of great beauty and strong appearance feels the wind in her dark locks as her ship bobs on the waves.
“Where to next, captain?” Darrick Blacktyde, her first mate, a man of average height with a scruffy greying beardy and stringy black hair with a broken nose and a scar across his eye
“Home.” She says opening the locket from her mother, a portrait of a beautiful, stunning pregnant woman, with black hair and divine features.
“Very well then, we’ll likely have to make a stop in the capital before returning to Sunspear though.”
“I understand.”
“Permission to speak freely, captain?”
“Granted.”
“Captain, I see you staring at that pendant anytime we’re on the seas, why?”
“It reminds me of where I came from and where I always go back to.” She says with a soft smile. “If you’ll excuse me.”
In the captain’s quarters the door shuts as she sees a dusky skinned nude whore with large firm breasts topped with stiff nipples, plump thighs & ass and a slender belly is sitting on the bed. “Captain”
“Please call me Mellaeh when we are alone.” The captain says sitting on the bed
“OK Mellaeh, I think it’s time I thank you for giving me safe passage from Yi Ti.” She smirks dropping to her knees and pulling down the captain’s pants
“Oh Mira!” Mellaeh moans as the girl gags harshly on her cock
“Moan for me. Mellaeh, fuck my throat.” Mira gags
“Oh Gods!” Mellaeh moans thrusting her hips forwards beginning to fuck Mira’s throat relentlessly the two continue to enjoy the sounds of Mira gagging. “You really were a good choice. I’ll have to keep you.” Mellaeh groans her nails digging into Mira’s head as she unleashes her seed in a series of thick spurts, it floods down Mira’s throat. Mira gasps as she feels her belly swell minutely.
“Thank you, Mellaeh.” Mira says as Mellaeh places her on the bed. Mira gasps as Maelleh spreads her thighs and teases the tip of her cock against the opening, she gasps and squirms as she fills her. “Gods! Have you ever been to Summer Isle, captain?”
“I have.” She says her hips thrusting wildly as she continues kissing Mira’s breasts, her cock pulsing as she feels the girls walls grip her
“Did you see the temples to the fertility goddess there?” Mira asks her back arching as an orgasm rips through her
“The one with sixteen teats? Indeed.” Mellaeh says, pulling her slick cock free and thrusting into Mira’s ass. “Why do you ask, Mira?”
“Well imagine me round and swollen with babe?” Mira moans as Mellaeh smirks around her nipple. “Oh yes, captain, I know your fondness for swelling unsuspecting women with your bastards.” She screams as another orgasm rips through her. “Pull your cock out of my ass and fill my cunt with your seed!”
“No.” Mellaeh says, pulling her cock free and stroking her seed all over Mira’s body, painting her dusky belly white in spurts. “At least not today.” She smiles climbing onto the bed as Mira curls into her. “Perhaps when we return to Dorne I’ll buy you a manse and swell your belly then.” Mellaeh smirks
“I would love that” Mira says gently opening the pendant on her Mellaeh's neck”Who is that”
“That is my mother, Elia Martell.”
“She’s very beautiful, Maelleh. How long has it been since you saw her?” Mira asks
“10 years, I’ve missed a lot. I have two nieces who’ve grown into young women since I’ve been away and according to a letter I received before setting sail, my eldest niece, princess Rhaena, is set to marry her sister Aemma.” Maelleh says
“Rhaena is the one that has a dragon, right? Caraxes?” Mira asks
“Correct.” Maelleh says as Mira falls asleep seed drying on her belly
In Alysanne’s chambers Visenya enters to see Alysanne restringing her bow. “Alysanne, can we talk?” Visenya asks sitting down beside her daughter
“What about, muna?” Alysanne asks putting her bow down
“Your Aunt Rhaenyra told me recently that you wanted to marry Helaena, to protect her but you changed your mind after finding out Helaena was special, why?” Visenya asks
“I love Helaena, she’s my little sister but I don’t think I could be married to her. She’s a very comely girl but…” Alysanne trails off chewing her thumb as she mulls her words
“Different?” Visenya offers
“Yeah. I don’t think I could deal with the dragon dreams and freak outs.” Alysanne says with a nervous smile
“I understand, what if I had a different bride for you?” Visenya asks
“Who?” Alysanne asks
“Lady Lynesse Hightower, your mothers niece.” Visenya says
“I could try to make a marriage work with her.” Alysanne says
“Good.” Visenya smiles
“And she’d move to the capital?” Alysanne asks as Visenya kisses her on the cheek
“Yes.” Visenya nods
Shiera Seastar moves through the shadowed corridors of the Red Keep like a whisper of silk, her eyes constantly scanning, her mind a web of possibilities. Though her presence seems delicate beside the ironclad Visenya, she carries the weight of secrets no one dares speak aloud.
As Mistress of Whispers, she whispers rumors into the queen’s ear, piecing together the strands of intrigue before they become storms — but the true measure of her power lies in visions unshared, glimpses of danger dancing at the edges of her mind. So far, none have come to pass, yet Shiera’s calm smile suggests she knows the storm is only waiting for the right wind.
A moon later…
In the courtyard the midday sun beats down as the crowd gathers in their seats. “Ready to get married, sweetheart?” Myrcella asks straightening Aerea’s long plait before pulling a stray hair off Aerea’s cream and red gown
“Of course.” Aerea nods seeing Maegora in her cream and silver wedding gown
As silence settles over the yard the ceremony begins, Aerea uses the dragonglass dagger to slice into Maegora’s lip using the bead of blood to form a sigil on her forehead, Maegora repeats the motion cutting gently into Aerea’s lip before drawing her own symbol
The two women slice their palms open in turn as the Valyrian priest speaks aloud. “Hen lantoti ānogar.” (Blood of two) Aerea and Maegora clasp their slit palms together. “Va sȳndroti vāedroma.” (Joined as one) The Valyrian priest wraps a strip of cloth around their joined hands as their mixed blood pours into the cup. “Mēro perzot gīhoti.” (Ghostly flame) The priest hands Aerea the cup as she takes a deep drink of it, the metallic tang lingering on her tongue as she swallows. “Elēdroma iārza sīr.” (And song of shadows) Aerea passes Maegora the cup with a lustful smile. “Izulī ampā perzī.” (Two hearts as embers) The crowd watches as Thordak and Quicksilver nuzzle against each other.
“Prūmī lanti sēteksi.” (Forged in fourteen fires) Maegora takes a deep drink for the cup. “Hen jenȳ māzīlarion.” (A future promised in glass) Maegora smiles and passes the cup back. “Qēlossa ozūndesi.” (The stars stand witness) The priests says as the two lock eyes lust burning in them.“Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo.” (The vow spoken through time) Aerea gasps as Maegora cups her cock. “Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi.” (Of darkness and light) The priest finishes as Maegora and Aerea begin a sloppy series of kisses.
“All right that’s enough you two, your dragons await.” Visenya says as the couple pulls apart. Thordak bristles as Aerea climbs onto his back.
“Ready, my love?” Aerea asks picking up Thordak’s reins as he shakes the two dragons launch into the sky, Aerea laughs as Quicksilver twists quickly and leaves Thordak behind. “Māzigon va, valītsos, daor emagon īlva prūmi henujagon īlva inkot.” (Come on, boy, can’t have our hearts leave us behind.) Aerea says as Thordak growls and begins to push himself faster.
On the ground Visenya watches in amusement as Quicksilver and Thordak play a game of keep away, each time Thordak comes close to catching the faster slender silver dragon. Returning to the ground Thordak seems almost out of it as he takes off to return to the Hill.
In the throne room Visenya giggles as Aerea feeds Maegora grapes. “Your Graces, Princess Aerea, Princess Maegora. May I present you with a box of the finest damask fabrics to celebrate your wedding.” Torrhen smiles as two of his servants set a large simple wooden chest overflowing with the fabric down.
“Thank you, grandfather.” Maegora smiles
“I’m sure we can find something to do with this. Thank you, Lord Stark.” Daenerys smiles
“You’re welcome, Your Graces.” Torrhen nods as he departs
Loren makes a gesture as four servants carry a solid gold dragon saddle and set it on the floor, Visenya makes a look of confusion as Loren steps forward. “I had this forged in the Golden Gallery in honor of my granddaughter Aerea’s wedding day. Perfectly sized for Thordak and built to compensate for growth.” He says almost beaming with pride as everyone looks at the saddle in confusion
“It is quite a thing.” Visenya says in disdain. “Though useless to my daughter.”
“I’m sorry, Your Grace?” Loren asks trying not to be offended
“The princesses already have dragon saddles and this bauble would prevent Thordak from rising into the sky with it and Aerea on his back.” Visenya says as Loren shrinks
“Yes, and why does it have the Lannister Sigil? I'm a princess of House Targaryen.” Aerea says looking at the golden saddle in disgust
“I just thought a princess should show the proper prestige, nothing more prestigious than gold mined from Casterly Rock.” Loren says
“I appreciate the gesture grandfather, but it just looks impractical and more like an attempt to show off House Lannister as superiority.” Aerea says
“House Lannister is indeed a great house, we have the greatest wealth in the Seven Kingdoms and our House has 3 dragonriders.” Loren says trying to convey a sense of pride
“You speak as if that was your achievement, Lord Loren, but I remind you that it was House Targaryen who claimed your daughters, and I mean that in the best way possible.” Daenerys says looking at Gwendys
“Besides, House Stark has 3 dragonriders in their house as well, and other Houses may have more dragonriders before you know it. Oh, do you know which house actually has the most dragonriders… House Targaryen, with 18 and counting.”
“I meant no disrespect, Your Grace.” Loren says nervously
“Well the saddle might be impractical but we might have a use for it's gold, next time Lord Lannister, try a more practical gift.” Visenya says
“Yes, Your Grace.” Loren says bowing as he leaves
“Are you tired my love, I’m tired.” Aerea says reaching between Maegora’s legs
“You know I am.” Maegora smirks
“Muna, I know it’s fashionable for the royal couple to stay and make merriment but Maegora and I are feeling a little worn out. Is it okay if we retire?” Aerea says giggling as Maegora nips her ear
“I suppose.” Visenya sighs rolling her eyes as the pair run off giggling; their sworn White Cloaks, Glendon Goode and Jonothor Darry, chasing behind them.
“They’re teenagers, in love and ready for each other. Don’t fault them.” Daenerys smiles
“Indeed, I just hope Aerea has the common decency not to tear Maegora’s nightgown off her back in lust.” Lyrra says
“No chance, my girl's claws are long and sharp. That pretty silver nightgown was meant to be in tatters the moment our daughter in law puts it on.” Myrcella chuckles
“Indeed.” Visenya smiles accepting a kiss from Myrcella
Visenya leans back on the Iron Throne, listening as the hall, now quieter, buzzes only with the muted conversations of adults. The princesses have retired to their chambers, the newlywed brides tucked away for their bedding, leaving only the lords, ladies, and courtiers to linger in the lingering glow of candlelight.
“Your Grace.” She murmurs, voice as smooth as water over stones. “A minor guest from the Westerlands may arrive late. I would keep a watch — though I expect it will amount to nothing.”
Visenya arches a brow. “A minor guest?”
Shiera’s eyes glimmer with something unreadable. “Perhaps… though I feel a shadow clinging to his arrival. Nothing yet has stirred, but in the silence of corridors and whispers, I see a ripple. I merely suggest caution.”
The queen studies her, unsettled by the quiet certainty in Shiera’s tone. She said nothing, but her hand tightened on the throne. Across the hall, the laughter continues, oblivious. Yet Shiera’s gaze lingers on the doors, waiting, and for a heartbeat, it seems as if she already knows what is coming.
The hall’s laughter was shattered by the sharp clatter of armored boots. Visenya’s hand shoots to the pommel of her sword as a tall figure slipped through the doors, a stranger, eyes darting nervously.
Shiera’s lips curve faintly, almost imperceptibly, and she stepped closer to the queen. “I told you.” She whispers, voice calm as silk as Visenya feels her pulse rise. “He carries more than his face shows.”
The stranger’s gaze sweeps the room, lingering on the queen for a heartbeat too long, and in that instant, Shiera’s premonition ripples outward like a pulse. She feels the threat before it acts, a chill threading through the warmth of the celebration. Visenya’s eyes met hers, and without a word, the queen understood: Shiera’s hand brushes lightly against Visenya’s arm, a gesture so casual no one could notice, yet it sends a silent signal to Visenya.
“Do not confront him openly.” She murmurs, voice low enough for only the queen to hear. “Wait for his move, but be ready. The halls favor those who watch, not those who rush.”
Visenya’s eyes narrow, reading both the stranger and the calm authority in Shiera’s tone. She inclines her head slightly, acknowledging the counsel without revealing the source of its certainty. Every step, every glance the stranger makes now carries weight, and the queen moves as if guided by instinct, though in truth, it is Shiera’s foresight threading through the decisions like invisible strings.
The guest lingered near the feast tables, unaware that the shadow he thinks benign is being measured, weighed, and contained before it can strike. Shiera’s eyes follow him, serene and unblinking, a quiet promise that the crown would remain safe, even from threats no one else had yet sensed.
The stranger edges closer to his target, a silver dagger hidden beneath his cloak. Laughter rings around the hall, oblivious to the danger that creeps with measured steps. Shiera’s eyes flicked to the gleam of steel before it fully emerged, and her lips curved in a faint, knowing smile.
The stranger weaves through the wedding guests, a glint of steel hidden beneath his cloak. His eyes are fixed on Daenerys, standing a few steps from him, her attention absorbed by the festivities. Laughter and music maskes the deadly intent, but Shiera Seastar’s gaze caught the shimmer of the blade long before anyone else.
“Now.” She murmurs to Visenya, her voice calm, measured.
Visenya’s hand goes to the hilt of her sword, moving with the practiced precision of a queen who has faced death more times than most men could count.
Beside her, Ser Barristan Selmy shifts, his eyes sharp as a hawk, catching the faint ripple in the crowd first — a hand brushing a cloak, a shift in gait that speaks of hidden intent.
Instantly, he moves, sword rising in a precise arc toward the threat. At the same moment, Visenya’s gaze snaps to the same motion; her hand is on her hilt, and she steps forward like a coiled strike, her blade a dark silver flash intersecting the assassin’s path. Together, they form an unbroken wall of steel, shielding Daenerys as the would-be killer stumbles back.
Ser Harrold and Ser Arthur step in, strong hands gripping his arms and holding him fast. The attacker tries to struggle but he is no match for the Queensguard.
Daenerys’ eyes widen as the dagger clatters to the floor, but instinct takes over before fear can root her to the spot. She reaches for her sword, fingers tightening around the hilt with a warrior’s precision, ready to defend herself.
Daenerys’s hand flies to her sword, eyes blazing with shock and fury. “Who sent you? Speak!” She demands, her voice ringing across the hall.
The would-be assassin freezes, only to find himself surrounded: Ser Barristan blocks his path from one side, Visenya’s blade drinking the candlelight from the other.
“You should have never survived Duskendale.” The man spits, struggling against their hold.
“Tell me everything — now! Who would dare bring this to my daughter's wedding?” Daenerys’ voice cuts like fire, her gaze sweeps over the restrained figure, every line of her face fierce with the anger of someone who has cheated death before and will not tolerate it again.
Daenerys steps back, her sword still in hand, eyes blazing but controlled. “Very Well.” She states, her voice cutting through the murmurs of the startled guests. “I will not have blood spilled at my daughter’s wedding.”
Ser Harrold and Ser Arthur hesitate only a heartbeat before nodding in unison, understanding the queen’s will. They tighten their grip on the struggling attacker and begin to escort him toward the doors, keeping him restrained but unharmed.
“Take him away,” Daenerys repeats, her gaze never leaving him. “He will answer for this — but not here, not today. Let him live… tomorrow he will face justice in the flames of a dragon.”
The hall begins to settle, whispers and curious eyes following the escort as the danger is removed. Shiera Seastar lingers behind the queens, silent and unreadable, her sharp eyes still scanning the crowd for threads of unseen peril. Daenerys lowers her sword, chest rising and falling with steady breaths, the shadow of near-tragedy already fading under the warmth of her daughter’s wedding.
Once the attacker is removed, Daenerys sinks onto a chair, her hands still gripping Mountain's Heart for a moment before releasing it. Visenya lowers her own blade, eyes scanning the crowd with the calm authority of a queen who has seen death before it arrived.
Rhaenyra hurries to her sister’s side, placing a hand lightly on Daenerys’s shoulder. “Are you certain you’re unharmed?” She asks, worry flickering across her usually composed face. “This… this could have been worse.”
Daenerys gives a small, tense smile. “I am unharmed, thanks to them.” She says, glancing at Visenya and the Queensguard. “But I do not understand, who would dare?”
Shiera Seastar steps closer, her gaze sweeping the hall with serene precision. “The threads are tangled.” She says, choosing her words carefully. “But we will find the hand that sent him. For now, the danger has passed — yet not all storms announce themselves with steel.”
Visenya’s dark eyes soften slightly as she looks at her sisters, concern tempered with authority. “We cannot let our guard down, not for a celebration, not for a moment. Someone here wished to strike at our family.” She says, her voice low but firm, her jaw set like stone.
Rhaenyra nods, her jaw tight. “Then we must watch, and act before they strike again.”
In that quiet moment, the three sisters and Shiera share an unspoken understanding: the Red Keep is never truly safe, and some threats are only visible to those who knew where to look.
In Maegora and Aerea’s chamber, Aerea finishes her glass of wine as Maegora enters in a shimmering silver nightgown. “Hello, my love.” Aerea purrs, putting the cup down and crosses the room before dropping to her knees and sliding her fingers up Maegora’s thighs. Maegora gasps as Aerea begins to tongue her cunt licking every crevice and sucking harshly on her wife's clit.
“Gods, you really are good at this!” Maegora groans, Aerea harshly bites the inside of her thigh causing Maegora to scream in arousal. Her back arches as Aerea tugs on Maegora’s clit like a wolf with a toy, an orgasm rips through Maegora as her entire body twitches with pleasure.
“You sound so pretty when you cum.” Aerea says standing up as the two share heated kisses, Maegora’s hand wrapping around her cock and beginning to pump. “I love you!” She groans as Maegora’s hand roughly pinches her nipple and palms her small breasts. Maegora groans and nips Aerea’s neck as Aerea thrusts into her hand rapidly
“You are desperate. Be careful not to waste too much seed though, you need to get me pregnant before the night is through.” Maegora says feeling Aerea’s hot seed splatters onto her nightdress. “You do like to make a mess.” She says pulling it off to reveal her soft flesh, firm breasts capped with stiff nipples and dripping cunt.
“I do indeed!” Aerea exclaims as Maegora turns around and begins to pleasure her member using her thighs. “What brought this one?” She asks, kissing Maegora’s neck and gripping her tits as she feels another load spilling out, Maegora’s back arches as the friction of Aerea’s cock against her damp cunt sends pleasure and arousal surging through her body.
“That doesn’t matter. I want you to paint my face!” Maegora shouts excitedly dropping to her knees and begins sucking Aerea’s cock taking her wife to the hilt and barely gagging as she does
“You’re such a slut, my slut.” Aerea says brushing Maegora’s forehead where the mark had been during the ceremony as Maegora continues to gag on her member her hands occupying themselves with her own stiff and pulsing clit swirling it as she moans along her wife's cock and fondles Aerea’s heavy balls, Aerea grips her small tit tugging her nipple as she presses Maegora hard onto her cock. “I love your mouth, I can’t wait to fuck your cunt.”
“I hope you’re not gonna stop with my cunt, I want to be leaking seed out of every hole by the time we pass out.” Maegora says stroking Aerea’s cock as it hardens and swells even more as Maegora’s face and chest are splattered with a stream of hot seed.
“Sit on the edge of the bed.” Aerea says as Maegora settles there thighs open her glistening slit obvious as Aerea moves closer cock bobbing. Aerea smirks as she teases Maegora’s entrance with her cock. “I’m… oh…” Aerea stretches widely and feints a yawn. “Sorry, my love, I’m quite tired, perhaps we can just go to bed?” She suggests gasping as Maegora pushes her onto the floor and slides herself to the base of Aerea’s cock.
“No, fuck me!” Maegora growls her hips rising and falling as Aerea’s hands roam her wife's soft body. “I want your seed in every hole.” She purrs gently gripping Aerea’s throat in her hand
“Got it.” Aerea says leaning up and kissing Maegora’s neck and trailing down her breast bone before kissing across the top of her left breast before taking Maegora’s nipple between her teeth tugging harshly as Maegora moans erotically. “It’s gonna be true torture to fuck such a cum addict.” She jokes as Maegora’s body stutters and cunt tightens around Aerea’s member, wetness spraying out.
“You joke, but you agreed to marry me.” Maegora moans as Aerea bites her neck gently as she smirks. “Fuck!” She gasps as Aerea begins thrusting into her as her hips rise and fall
“Here it comes!” Aerea grins as the two share hot and heated kisses, Maegora’s cunt tightens again as Aerea’s seed fills her. Maegora rubs her belly as it swells with seed eventually Aerea’s stream of seed ends as Aerea lifts the two of them up and deposits Maegora on her back on the bed and begins thrusting into her.
“I love how you fill me.” Maegora moans sitting up and kissing Aerea while clawing at her back like a dragon, Maegora’s thighs tighten as her cunt becomes vice-like as Aerea continues thrusting into her. “I want you to give me a babe!” She screams as Aerea hilts herself inside again as more seed fills Maegora’s belly causing the swollen gut to expand more.
“Sit on my face.” Aerea says flopping on the bed as Maegora straddles her face and begins sucking Aerea’s cock gasping as Aerea’s tongue begins worshipping her seed filled cunt, their gasps and moans fill the room as they continue to pleasure each others centres with their tongues as their nails dig into the others thighs Aerea swallows her own seed her cock pulsing as she does. Maegora groans, her back arching as her small breasts press against Aerea. Her body quivers slightly as pleasure spreads through her while she drinks Aerea’s seed down.
“Oh Gods!” Maegora gasps as Aerea forces onto her hands and knees and presses her cock into the winking asshole present before sinking to the hilt, her hips colliding with Maegora’s shapely ass, Maegora groans as Aerea’s nails dig into her hips.
“I love you!” Aerea grunts grabbing Maegora’s hair as she continues to pound into her wife, Aerea moans loudly, her back arching as she spills her seed into Maegora’s ass, her belly swelling as Maegora’s cunt tightens around air. “I love you so much, and I’m gonna give you so many babies.” She grunts pulling Maegora’s hair harshly hearing the scream of arousal as Aerea sprays another load into Maegora’s ass, she feels the strange but pleasurable sensation of seed travelling up through her body and dribbling over her lower lip
“Fuck! Keep railing me, stab me with your spear!” Maegora screams as Aerea thrusts into her like a mad hound, her hips colliding with Maegora’s ass the flesh rippling as she continues her mad thrusting, Aerea growls smacking Maegora hard on the ass as she bites the back of her neck harshly.
“I want you to bear my children!” Aerea growls hilting herself in Maegora’s ass as her wife begins to spray seed onto the bed like a dragon breathing flame as it sprays onto the sheets like a strange pattern.
“I want your children. I’ll give you an army!” Maegora screams as Aerea puts her on all fours and continues thrusting into her, slapping her ass harshly with each pull out. Aerea leans forwards biting Maegora’s other shoulder and dragging her fingers down Maegora’s ribcage. “I will give you twenty dragons!” She screams as Aerea thrusts into her with special force causing her ass to wobble.
Aerea continues thrusting through her third orgasm as seed spills onto the sheets. Maegora groans as her arms give out and she falls face first into the seed. “I love you, keep going!” Maegora mumbles sleepily as Aerea pulls her cock free from Maegora’s ass and thrusts back into her cunt Maegora instantly tightening around her as another orgasm hits her. “Can you keep going?” She asks feeling Aerea’s thrusts becoming sluggish
“I got it.” Aerea says gripping tightly to Maegora’s hips as she hilts herself inside Maegora, her seed spraying out in a stream as the two collapse onto the bed, Aerea still buried inside Maegora weakly twitching. “I’m done.” She says breathlessly as Maegora curls her back into Aerea’s front
“Okay.” Maegora says letting exhaustion take her, smiles at the feeling of Aerea’s cock still inside her.
Meanwhile…
Jaehaera pulls the door to her chambers shut as Septa Merida puts a hand over her eyes causing Jaehaera to gasp in surprise but then she keens at the feeling Merida’s hands covering her eyes. “What a beautiful wedding.” She smirks kissing Jaehaera’s neck
“Merida, what are you doing here?” Jaehaera moans, feeling a second pair of hands remove her clothes. “And who’s stripping me?” She asks, removing Merida's hands to be met by a novice.
“This is Arrianna. She has an issue with controlling her lust which prevents her from taking her vows.” Merida says with a smile. “You’re going to fuck her and see if you can control yourself.”
“Okay.” Jaehaera says Arrianna climbs onto the bed, Jaehaera takes in her curvy slightly chubby form as she looks at the swell of Arrianna’s ass, taking a deep breath she tries to control herself as she teases the tip of her cock against Arrianna’s damp cunt. The novice moans and keens at the teasing.
“Septa Merida was descriptive about your cock, I hope you can help me.” Arrianna says wiggling her hips as Merida settles on the bed naked and begins playing with wet cunt
“Oh, don’t get nervous on my account, Jaehaera, I’m just going to play with myself while you help my novice with her overactive lust.” Merida says biting her lip as she pinches her own nipple
Jaehaera takes a deep breath and presses the tip of cock into Arrianna’s cunt, the rhythmic sound of Jaehaera’s hips hitting Arrianna’s wide ass Merida continues to swirl her stiff clit as she watches Jaehaera’s breasts bounce. “Fuck!” Arrianna moans her back arching like a cat as Jaehaera feels Arrianna cunt grip her member.
“What was that?” Jaehaera asks her heart pounding as she tries hard to maintain her composure, feeling her cock and balls pulse as she slows her pace slightly to maintain her control
“You gave her an orgasm, princess. Good job.” Merida smiles teasing her nipples as she watches Jaehera pick the pace up again, her hips colliding with Arrianna’s plump ass and thighs. “You don’t have to hold out forever today, if you’re gonna spill your seed then spill it all over her plump ass.” She smirks lustily as Jaehaera pulls her cock free and begins stroking her tender cock.
“Yeah, cover me in your hot silver seed.” Arrianna encourages wiggling her ass, the slight rolls on her hips jiggling as she does. Jaehaera moans her silver hair falling like a waterfall as she sprays her seed in stream onto Arrianna’s ass, thighs, cunt lips and lower back. “Thank you princess.” She smiles Merida slowly and meticulously licks the seed off
“Sleep tight, Jaehaera.” Merida says licking the seed of Jaehaera’s cockhead gasping as more seed pours down her throat. Jaehaera cringes as Merida slurps it down
“Sorry, Merida.” Jaehaera says as Merida licks her lips clean
“It’s quite all right, Jaehaera, we can work on multiple orgasms soon. For now having more stamina is a start.” Merida smiles kissing Jaehaera on the cheek as she and Arrianna leave
Later that evening, in the quiet of Visenya’s office Shiera Seastar and Visenya speak in whispers, away from the music and feasting.
“He is no common thug.” Shiera says, her fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air.
"Then who was he?" Visenya asks
“He is a minor vassal of House Lannister, and his grievance is personal."
“And what grievance is that?”
“Lord Loren Lannister never imagined Daenerys would survive Duskendale. Without her final word, he could consolidate more power by marrying Daenerys’ daughters to Lannister sons, daughters or loyal banner men, binding more dragons to his house should the opportunity arise to place a Targaryen princess with Lannister blood on the Iron Throne. This man was promised the hand of Princess Daenys for his son. With her marriage now secured to Rhaella, his hopes for power, lands, and influence through a dragonrider bride have vanished. Tonight, he sought to reclaim what he believed was stolen from him.”
Visenya’s dark eyes narrow, the fire of the Iron Throne and Vhagar reflected in their depths. “He thought a dagger at a wedding of two girls could restore his lost ambitions?”
Shiera inclines her head. “In his mind, it might. But it was never chance that saved us — it was foresight. I felt the ripple of his intent long before he moved. The crown may rule the Seven Kingdoms, Your Grace, but the threads of ambition and resentment stretch wide, and it is my task to see them before they strike.”
Visenya’s lips press into a thin line, a rare smile tugging at the corner. “Then we will ensure he regrets ever imagining a Targaryen bride could be swayed by one vassal’s spite.”
Shiera’s eyes gleam with quiet satisfaction, though no one else can know that the danger has already passed — not by chance, but by the subtle, unseen hand of her magic.
Visenya stands by her desk, eyes meeting Shiera’s with a rare, faint smile. “You saw it before anyone else.” She says, voice steady but edged with gratitude. “Without you, we might have lost more than a moment tonight.”
Shiera inclines her head, lips curving with a hint of playful mischief. She leans slightly against the edge of the desk, the silk of her gown draping over her form, the subtle swell of her curves and generous neckline catching the candlelight without ever breaking the bounds of courtesy. “I merely… observe, Your Grace.” She says softly. “It pleases me to serve, and to see the queen protected.”
Visenya’s gaze lingers, taking in the poise and confidence of the woman before her. Shiera’s eyes sparkle, teasing, as if aware of the effect she wields even in words. “Your foresight is… invaluable,” Visenya murmurs, her voice lowering.
Shiera steps a little closer, though never imposing, letting the faint scent of perfume drift across the office. “I only ensure the threads of danger are untangled before they reach you.” She murmured, voice soft but deliberate. “The rest is yours to command, my queen.”
“Well it pleases me that my sister's savior is so comely.” Visenya smirks moving round the desk and pinning Shiera to it
“You flatter me, Your Grace.” Shiera says as Visenya inhales her scent, tea tree and an exotic flower she can’t name.
“You are beautiful.” Visenya says her fingers gliding up Shiera’s hips, noticing how wide they are. “Do you have children, Shiera?”
“I don’t, Your Grace. But being a mother has always been something I’ve dreamt of.” Shiera says
“And your mother, is she still alive?” Visenya asks
“She is, she lives in Lys.” Shiera says
“If her daughter is this beautiful then I imagine she must be like the Mother herself.” Visenya says leaning in for a kiss, letting out a noise of annoyance as Shiera pulls away. “Do I have an odor on my breath my lady?”
“No, Your Grace, but you are a married woman. I would not be the queen's mistress as well as her Mistress of Whispers.” Shiera says as Visenya pulls away
“Of course.” Visenya nods
“Good night, Your Grace.” Shiera says looking back at Visenya
"Good night, Shiera." Visenya smiles
"I should tell you something though, one day we'll be together." Shiera says
"You tease." Visenya smirks as Shiera leaves with slick thighs
In Aerea and Maegora’s chambers the sun peeks through the curtains as Maegora shuffles, feeling Aerea’s cock buried inside her. The sheets are ruined, thick seed unable to seep into them still sits having thickened and turned solid. “Good morning my love.” Aerea says as her cock falls out
“Good morning,” Maegora murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep, as Aerea pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck.
“Wanna go riding?” Aerea asked with a smile against her skin.
“Sure,” Maegora replied, turning just enough to catch her bride’s gaze.
They rose slowly, the sunlight spilling through the high windows and painting their chamber in warm gold. The scents of smoke and roses from the celebrations still lingered faintly in the air, but now the world felt quieter, gentler—just theirs.
Outside, the city stirred awake, bells calling the faithful and merchants shouting of wares, but here in the Red Keep, there was only laughter, love, and the promise of a day that belonged to them. Hand in hand, they stepped toward it, bright and unburdened, as if the future itself were waiting to be claimed.