Epilogue III (Chapter XXVII)
Warning: Targcest at the beginning.
Yeah I was so close to avoiding it happening.
It was too easy.
Targs will be Targs.
Daeron
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!" his sister's moans made him pace faster inside of her, Visenya's bright silver hair now a mess as she struggled to take both his and his brother's cocks at the same time.
"Aemon if…AH…you dare…take…AH…your cock…out of my arse…" she panted, slowly building an orgasm as sweat dripped from her body.
Daeron felt himself getting close, but continued pounding Vissy's cunt, he needed to prolong the pleasure as long as possible, and double penetrating their sweet sister was always an enjoyable experience.
They were Targaryens after all.
"I'm close, Vissy…" Aemon moaned as he penetrated her backside, the dark-haired and amethyst-eyed boy struggling to keep it in.
"HOLD IT IN AEMON!" Vissy screamed as she felt herself reaching her climax, both their cocks ramming into her.
Daeron didn't relent as he continued pacing inside her cunt, while Aemon struggled to do the same on his side. Finally, though, Visenya rolled her eyes at the back of her head, and came with a scream.
"FUCK!" she screamed out like a madwoman, before smiling and snapping her fingers. "Boys, cocks out, right now. On my face."
It didn't take more than a few strokes for Aemon to cover Vissy's face in his fluids. For him though, it needed a few more masterful strokes from his sister, but she was soon covered in his cum as well, smiling as she slowly licked it off, bringing it to her mouth.
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"Does your Sharra do this?" Visenya asked with a wicked grin, as they laid naked in their bed.
"I haven't exactly shared Sharra with Aemon, nor do I plan to." Daeron scoffed. "Do you plan on sharing your future lover with Nym when she comes of age as well?"
"I took Aemon's maidenhood, Nym's is all yours, brother." She smiled. "She is maturing to have a perfect dornish body, just like mother's."
"Not if father forces a marriage on me first." He growled in disappointment.
Visenya just shrugged.
"We're Targaryens."
"Doesn't mean Aemon enjoys it." He looked at his brother, who had quickly but his clothes back on.
"Do you not enjoy my body, brother?" Visenya asked him.
"Vissy, you know that's not true. Your tits, ass, and cunt are perfect." Aemon sighed. "It's just not right."
Visenya shrugged and came towards her brother, leaning in and kissing him passionately.
"We're Targaryens, Aemon." She winked, breaking the kiss. "Neither gods nor men tell us what to do. And you better remember that when you come back to Volantis. You're to be Emperor one day, and marry a beautiful Braavosi girl."
Aemon nodded.
"Or so they say. I've never met her. Aunt Dany arranged the match."
"I'm sure Aunt Dany picked a wonderful match for you." Daeron smiled. "Besides, you still have four years until you actually marry."
"I guess I have time to learn what it means to be a ruler." He shrugged.
"That's the spirit." Daeron chuckled.
Suddenly, the door came flying open, as Daeron and Visenya scrambled to put sheets over themselves. If gods or men couldn't tell them what to do, their parents might have a word about it. Thankfully for them, it was Alysanne, their silver-haired and golden eyed sister, who came in.
"Daeron, Vissy, Aems, what are you doing?" she asked with an innocent smile.
"Just playing…" Daeron replied, trying to hide his nakedness.
"Oh, can I play too?" she asked expectantly.
"Erm…we just finished…" Visenya chuckled.
"Oh…"Alysanne's face fell. "Why are you half-naked?"
"Erm…I soiled my clothes with water, I needed another shirt." Daeron coughed. "What do you want, Alys?"
"Oh, father wishes to see you in his solar…erm…" the princess tried to think. "Daeron and Vissy. Not Aems."
"Alright, thank you Alys." Daeron answered as she left, before turning to Visenya, who was putting a shirt on. "Any idea why father wishes to see us?"
Visenya shrugged.
"Marriages probably."
"Let's get going then."
Visenya nodded, both getting dressed, and wished Aemon a good day, before heading towards their father's solar, in the Red Keep.
They were surprised to meet there not only their father, but their mother as well, as they both nodded to Ser Addam and Ser Arys while entering, before closing the door.
"Father. Mother." They both bowed slightly. "You wished to see us."
"Indeed." Their father started, age haven't been really taking a toll on him as he still owned his youthful looks, although he had grown a dark beard. "We need to talk about the upcoming tourney at Summerhall."
"There will be a tourney?" Visenya asked. "Why?"
"Several things." Their mother answered, stepping forward. If Daeron would have had to guess her age, he'd had given her ten less years than she had. And well…she was beautiful, it wasn't a surprise that she was nicknamed the King's pearl. If his future wife could retain half of his mother's youthful looks…but his reverie was interrupted by the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
"This tourney is meant to celebrate the end of the longest winter in recorded history. However, it is also there to celebrate other things." Their mother smiled. "One of which is Aemon's fifteenth nameday. It will also celebrate the fifth anniversary of the Conquest of the Stepstones, and the treaty with the Empire. In short, it is the biggest event since the Tourney at Harrenhal nearly forty years ago, everyone will be there."
"And since everyone will be there, the people will expect announcements, including your betrothals." Their father added.
"Have you made a decision for us, then?" Daeron asked.
"Actually, no." Their father answered. "Your mother and I thought it was wisest to let you two choose. It has come to me that you two and Aemon have become…close. Targaryen close."
"Erm…" Daeron stuttered.
"You two aren't exactly quiet." Their mother scoffed.
"Father, listen…" Visenya tried to plead, but was cut off.
"Usually, I would condemn incest, but us Targaryens seem to have a special bond in our blood which makes our relations with dragons strong. Ironically, it is the betrothal of Aerys and Rhaella that might have made our family get their dragons back." Their father sighed. "In short, every four generations, two Targaryens need to marry. Your grandfather didn't marry his sister, and neither did I, for I didn't have one. The option is either you marrying each other, or your children. The choice is yours."
"You mean…I can choose to marry Visenya?" Daeron gasped in shock.
"You may, but if you do, then you may not have any of your children marry each other for at least three generations." Their mother nodded. "For you, Daeron, the choice will be between Sharra Arryn and your sister. As for you Vissy, it will be between Orys Baratheon and your brother."
Daeron and Visenya shared a look of disbelief with each other, before both shaking their heads. It was Daeron that spoke up first.
"Erm…how to put this in words…" Daeron fumbled. "Vissy and I…we don't love each other…we just…"
"Like to fuck?" their mother asked, as Daeron and Visenya's faces reddened. "I'm Dornish, I have heard worse, Daeron."
"Well…yes. We enjoy erm…"
"Fucking." Their mother sighed. "Seven hells Daeron, I'm not a septa, and neither is your father. On with it!"
"Well, Vissy and I like to fuck." Daeron admitted. "But we don't love each other. We just fulfil each other's needs."
"Since when?" their father asked.
"Our trip to Dorne, a year ago." Visenya answered. "Samira Sand got Daeron's maidenhood, and I got jealous and fucked him that night. Since then, we've shared a bed at regular intervals."
"You owe me a golden dragon." Their mother chuckled as their father shook his head and handed her her due.
"Sharra Arryn for Daeron and Orys Baratheon for Vissy then?" their father asked. "Are you sure?"
"Well, Orys is young but comely." Visenya smirked. "And Daeron and Sharra are already very close."
"Shut up, Vissy."
"Your face goes red whenever we mention her." She chuckled.
"In any case." Their mother interrupted their arguing before it could begin. "You aren't to marry before your twentieth nameday. However, you will be betrothed since the lords of the realm would be waiting for an announcement at the tourney in four moons time."
"In the meantime, you may do whatever you wish." Their father sighed. "Just keep the noise to a minimum, before your mother and I decide to outdo you."
Daeron and Visenya's faces instantly flushed as their mother chuckled.
"You might want to tell the Arryn girl yourself, Daeron." Her mother winked. "Now, have fun."
Daeron nodded, and as he left the solar and Visenya to her lessons, he pathed down the Keep's halls to find Sharra's room. Knocking twice, he heard the sweet "enter" coming from her room.
"Hello, my prince." Sharra smiled. She was beautiful, with dark black hair reaching the middle of her back, and chestnut eyes that could devour you. She had a perfect body that Daeron had enjoyed many times before, with beautiful breasts and thigs. More importantly though, she was caring and compassionate, and rarely spoke ill of anyone. She was perfect.
"Sharra, I've always said to call me Daeron."
"So, you have, my apologies." She smiled. "Have you come to ask me about the lessons on the History of the Stormlands?"
"No, actually." Daeron sighed. "My father has announced my betrothal."
"Oh." Her voice saddened. "Well, I hope she makes you very happy. Who is she?"
"My father gave me a choice. Visenya or you." Daeron approached her and held her hands. "Sharra, will you be my Queen?"
Taken aback Sharra was speechless for a moment, before finally opening her mouth.
"Daeron…I…I don't know what…don't you and your sister…"
"We enjoy each other." Daeron nodded. "But I don't love Vissy. I love her as a sister, and mayhaps as a lover. But I love you. And I want to live beside you for the rest of my life."
Sharra drew him in for a small kiss. Tender, but passionate.
"Of course, I'll say yes, on one condition." The Arryn girl smiled.
"Name it, and it is yours."
"The next time you fuck your sister." Her smile had turned into a grin. "You better invite me."
"I believe we can arrange that." He smiled.
"Then let us drink." Sharra chuckled. "To Daeron and Sharra of House Targaryen, the future King and Queen of Westeros!"
Daeron smiled and raised his glass at that.
House Targaryen would survive the ages. He and Sharra would make sure of that.
