A/N: Hey guys, the moment you've been waiting for is here!
Before we continue, I have something to say. I am a reader of fics as well as a writer of them, and in my library I have a little quirk. When I get invested in a story and really enjoy it, I sometimes make little guesses of where I think the fic would go or little requests of where I would like it to go. This is all in good faith because I'm so engrossed in the story that I kinda get carried away sometimes. Nearly all writers I have done this with find it complimentary and it often creates discussion about the background behind the story for example.
But apparently one person, who knew in the past that I found their story well-written, took offense to that and assumed the worst of me in an insulting message. I was floored, since I knew I had no ill intentions and all my faithful readers know that if I don't like a story, I don't read. I've had hateful, sexist, and islamophobic comments made to me personally and my characters, so I know how bad hate comments can be. I would never do that and for someone to assume I would and respond by making a sexist, islamophobic, or other type of hate comment back is greatly disheartening.
What do you think? Is "Constructive Praise" as I call it an insult or a compliment to a writer who gets one? Was I in the wrong, or was the other person?
All I'll say is that I don't find it insulting. If anyone wants to make a request, suggestion, or guess, please feel free. I welcome it as long as it's done in good faith. :)
Anywho, sorry about that.
Enjoy and comment!
Rhaenys was a mess.
Alone in her bedchamber, the Princess knew she should be among her friends and Dornish countrymen celebrating their victory at the Grand Melee. Like the last time, getting blackout drunk and fishing out coin to buy out all of Chataya's brothel for the night. That was… quite the experience. Rhaenys had greatly enjoyed herself that night.
What a difference four years made. Now such revelry seemed perverse to her. All Rhaenys wanted was a quiet feast with the family followed by her and her loves retiring to their bedchamber for a private celebration.
The way that all her fantasies simply melded into being just of Daemon and Daenerys should've shocked her, but it didn't. It felt right.
And agonizing.
Get a grip, Rhae. you're just going to have to live with it. Jon needed to speak with her about something and it was her chance to test her new resolve not to let all the tragedies destroy her. But none of that happened. The form-fitting red gown had been her fifth dress since retiring for the evening, finally settling on its open yet modest neckline that showed off her tanned skin. Seven different jeweled necklaces were decided upon then discarded, either too fancy or just not enough - one of simple gold with three amethysts was the end, matching her eyes, which were accentuated with liner and a dab of rouge.
Not that she didn't scrub it off and redo it eleven times. And the less said about her hair, the better.
Watching herself in the looking glass, Rhaenys ran a hand down her figure. She looked absolutely gorgeous. If I were looking at me, I'd devour myself for sure. Not too extravagant yet not too sloppy. Exactly what Jon deserved. He deserves the sun and the moon and all the stars in the sky. If Rhaenys could've given them to him, he would.
Seeing that she was smiling without knowing it, a dreamy look planted on her face, Rhaenys sighed. Visibly deflating. What am I doing? It wasn't that she was acting like a lovestruck maiden when Jon was concerned. She had long since come to terms with that nature of her and wasn't ashamed. It was just… gods, the futility of it all. There was no happy ending in any of this. One of them would be left out of something wonderful, and the others would have to live with that pain.
Rhaenys almost fell into sobs just thinking of it, but at the brusque knock on the door she snapped out of it. Forcing a smile onto her face. Jon is here. Selfish as she was, she'd enjoy whatever moments they could share no matter how fleeting. Racing towards the door, she threw it open and laid eyes on her brother. "Jon!" Rhaenys said, voice… bubbly. Bubbly?
Eyes falling on her, Jon almost lost his resolve. She was… breathtaking would be utterly unable to capture just how she looked to him in that moment. Rhaenys was a goddess made manifest, and he nearly just broke down and kissed her right there. But Jon was a Prince of House Targaryen and maintained his composure. "Rhaenys," he said evenly.
Her brother had an… odd look in his gorgeous grey eyes. One Rhaenys wasn't familiar with and it unnerved her. "Is Daenerys here?" he simply asked, voice low. Almost a wolf growl that he was trying to keep circumspect.
Rhaenys frowned softly, confused. Not even a greeting or a kiss on the cheek - something was definitely off. "Not yet. I had a servant instruct her to come."
"Alone?"
"What is going on, valonqar?"
"Just answer me."
Insistent, his tone set a fire in her nethers. Rhaenys couldn't help it. "Yes," she acknowledged. "I told her to come alone."
He nodded. "Good." Before Rhaenys could respond, he shoved her back and entered the room brusquely, kicking the door closed. "Would be awkward if a servant bore witness to this."
Trained by the best House Targaryen could offer, Rhaenys was not a person anyone could simply sucker punch and then overpower. But it was her beloved brother, the man she loved with all her heart. When he came at her it was so shocking that she couldn't believe it. Such caused a hesitance that Jon quickly exploited. Powerful arms spun her around and grabbed her wrists, forcing them together in a tight hold behind her back.
Eventually, she overcame her daze and shoved back, growling. "What the fuck?!" Rhaenys' fighting spirit took control and she rocked her head back. It missed his nose but impacted on his forehead, making Jon grunt in pain… but he didn't let go. "Unhand me!"
"Fuck… not planning to." She was tough, and Jon was impressed at how much his head ached, but wouldn't give this up. He shoved her forward against the wall, then pinned her there. One hand holding her wrists, one hand pushing her head cheek first onto the marble, and his hips flush against her delicious ass. "Stop moving."
She hated herself for the surge of arousal she felt from him against her ass, but it didn't stop Rhaenys' rage. "Fuck you!" Thrashing, Rhaenys tried to break his hold but he was too strong. "You bastard! Vengeance for the melee?! I never thought you were such a petty asshole."
"Cry me a river," he replied, hand leaving her head to grab the rope from a sack to his side.
Seeing the rope, Rhaenys roared and kicked back. Hitting Jon's shin and making him grunt in pain. She wrenched herself free and made for Dark Sister but he grabbed at her. Forcing her to the floor and once again pinning her hands behind the back. "I'll kill you for this!" Rhaenys screeched.
Even though he knew it was just her initial reaction to attack, Jon still felt a little hurt at her words. It'll be over soon, though. He quickly tied her hands and moved to her ankles. "There you go, sweet sister."
Bound tightly, Rhaenys didn't cease her thrashing. "You motherfucker! Wait till I get out of this!" She writhed and fought her restraints, eyes blazing a dragon rage.
Jon snorted. "Good luck with that, big sister." He was rather enjoying this… his grin widened as the knock at the door reached his ear. Dany, my love...
"Rhae?" Dany opened the door, walking in. "I saw Ghost outside in the hall…" She trailed off, eyes widening as she caught the scene before her. Rhaenys bound and left on the floor while Jon stared at her with a barely disguised wolfish hunger. That was the only way to describe it… The dragonwolf Princess pieced it together quickly. "Jon… you're going to…?"
"Steal you, Dany?" He walked to her, and she trembled. Not from fear, but from lust. "Aye, I am." Jon pounced, roughly turning her around and pinning her against the wall.
The Princess fought back, thrashing about and trying to shove his hands off but it was half-hearted. She was her muna's daughter and knew everything about the North that one could - including all about Free Folk custom. Thus when he shoved her to the floor and grabbed at another coil of rope did she say nothing but sigh in contentment. Kessa… kessa… kessa!
"Dany!" Rhae cried incredulously, seeing their brother so easily begin to tie her hands behind her back. "Why aren't you fighting back?!" Not a warrior as her or Daemon, Daenerys nevertheless was a powerful hand to hand fighter.
There was a faraway look in Dany's eyes… an almost contented calm about her. "No reason to," she said softly.
Rhaenys blinked, still thrashing about - Jon's binds were too tight to break out of. "Are you mad?!"
"He's stealing us, Rhae," she replied, voice husky. Dany tried to look up at him… at her best attempt, the gaze was of adoration as Jon pursed his lips as he worked at the ties. "Gods… he's stealing us."
"Stealing us?" Rhaenys was unfamiliar with the term, but if Dany reacted this way…
The beautiful violets of her sister and beloved found hers. They sparkled, flecks of gold glittering as happy tears welled inside them. "The Free Folk, this is how they marry. A man goes to the woman's hut and steals her… if she allows him to do so, then they are married."
Eyes wide, Rhae's eyes flickered to Jon and then back to Dany. "No, you're japing me." The words were low, a cross between disbelief… and hope. She couldn't afford to believe Dany, but her heart swelled at the thought she could be right. That Jon was through his aggressive actions was actually marrying them according to ancient custom. Please, let it be true…
"Why would I lie about this, Rhae? He's claiming us as his own. As his wives."
Wives… Was she dreaming? Rhaenys couldn't believe it. And I tried to pull Dark Sister on him. Shame welled inside her - she should've known what stealing was.
Noticing all of this, through his words Jon confirmed it all. "You fought pretty hard, Rhae." Jon moved to Dany's legs. Her perfect legs, lithe ones that he so wanted wrapped around his hips as he fucked her. Unable to resist, he ran his hands along her thighs down to her shins - Jon swore she moaned at his touch. "Would've been quite awkward if you actually overpowered me." He began tying the ankles of his twin, lips curling in a smirk as he decided to tease his sister. "Almost like you don't want me to steal you…"
Rhae collapsed into terror. "No! No, not at all!" Her heart thumped, too far gone with hope and love and lust to realize he was putting one on her. "Please, Jon. Steal me! Steal your big sister. I need it!" The thought of him not after she finally found hope again was agony.
Tying the knot - not too tight but not loose either - that bound Dany's ankles together, he clicked his tongue. "I don't know. You were pretty aggressive in fighting my attempts."
"No…" Tears welled in her eyes.
"Jon…" Dany spoke. "Stop torturing her…" Smack! She blinked, jaw dropping as her rear stung. Did he just spank me?
Did her smallclothes soak with arousal just at that moment?
Yes and yes.
"Did I say you could make demands of me, Princess?" he growled, the Wolf coming out to play.
Gods, she loved it. "No, your Grace," Dany murmured. Whatever mood he was in, she wanted it - every day of her life.
Easing off Dany, he turned to Rhae, palm pressing against her shoulderblade. "And will I get any resistance from you again?"
Rhaenys shuddered. The proud, fierce Princess Rhaenys, nothing but a trembling mess of love and lust. "No, your Grace. I'm a… good little dragon."
Jon swore his cock was as hard as steel, hearing both of his fiery sisters tame and submissive for him. Both of them tied, the two gorgeous, delicious Princesses that Jon desperately wanted to strip and defile and mark and make his completely. He couldn't wait anymore. "Time to finish this." Until he got them in his quarters, the ritual wasn't yet complete.
Both Dany and Rhae yelped as Jon hefted them both onto his shoulders. Resting on their bellies, bent over him. Gods, he was so strong… so powerful a warrior that he could heft them around with ease. "Where are you taking us?" Dany murmured, curious as to his answer.
"To my bed," he said simply, pulling open the door quickly and rushing to his chambers.
Eyes meeting, the two Princesses gazed at each other with a lustful joy. 'To his bed…' Dany mouthed. 'Gods, this is a dream.'
'No, we could never have dreamt something this wonderful,' Rhaenys mouthed back, fully intending on enjoying this night.
Already the best night of her life.
As the niece of the Queen, Sansa was afforded plush guest chambers in Maegor's Holdfast directly. Viserys had to admit that he'd fantasized about being led into here, but those involved a more scantily-clad Sansa whose hands were in other places rather than clasped in front of her.
He shook his head. Stop being a lecher. She looked absolutely stunning in any case. "Thank you for coming here."
"Why wouldn't I?" he replied.
She smiled. Viserys was always good to her - genuinely good. "I just want to tell you something first, so don't speak yet." Sansa took a deep breath. "As you must've seen, I knocked out Harry Hardyng with one punch."
"I saw. The whole realm did," Viserys smirked. "Good shot."
"Thank you," Sansa beamed. No wonder Arya liked brawling. "He said horrible things to me, but what stood out was that he accused me of putting you up to humiliating him." She watched Viserys bite his lip, rather… guilty. So it is true. "Why did you do that? At the time, he was the person I loved."
Viserys shook his head. "He didn't love you. He was only using you as a stepping stone to get to Daenerys."
She sucked in a breath, steadying her heart. "How do you know this?"
Looking into her cornflower blue eyes - gorgeous eyes that haunted his dreams - Viserys took his hands in hers. "Visenya overheard Gerold Dayne speaking to Quentyn Martell, about how he was just using Senya to get to Rhaenys. He also mentioned that Harry was doing the same thing. I… I watched him for a few days and saw him look… covetously at Dany, then I knew." He cupped her cheek. "I'm sorry Sansa."
The daughter of Brandon and Catelyn Stark was silent for a moment before she jerked away from him. Face as red as her hair. "Seven fucking hells!" she shrieked. "Father and mother taught me about guys like him, how they didn't care for women except as pawns. 'No mother, I won't end up like those foolish maidens,' I said. 'No father, I know how to spot those cunts.'" She took a pillow and screamed into it. "Fuck! Fucking cocksucker!"
Viserys watched with wide eyes at the prim and proper Sansa Stark cussing a blue streak - words that would make Arya blush.
Sansa fell onto the bed, hands in her lap. "I never thought it would happen to me, Viserys. I thought I could spot those people. But apparently I wasn't smart as I thought."
"Don't say that," he said firmly, taking a seat next to her. "These people, they know how to manipulate women."
"At least I didn't give my maidenhead to him." Sansa chuckled dryly. "An obvious womanizer like you would've been a better choice than a supposedly perfect knight like Harry."
Viserys laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.
In that moment, it all clicked in Sansa's head. She gasped, looking at him. "So that's why you did it… why you attacked Harry."
"What do you mean?" His collar was starting to feel tight.
"Do… do you love me, Viserys?"
"Sansa…"
"No, I shan't tolerate secrets anymore." She sat beside him, taking his hands in hers. "Do you love me?"
Closing his eyes, Viserys was silent for the longest of moments. "Yes."
Sansa felt her heart skip a beat. The notorious womanizer admitted his love for her. "How long?"
"Since Winterfell." He opened his eyes and looked at her, wanting so badly to cup her cheek and stroke her soft skin. "I didn't plan on it or think it possible, but you stole my heart, Sansa Stark."
From the earnestness in his eyes, she knew that he meant it. "Since before you marched to war…" Now that she looked back on it, it made sense. The notorious womanizer with a different girl on his arm every time she used to see him, starting about a moon or two before he left with Jon to fight the Free Folk she no longer saw him cavort around. No giggling maidens or trips to the brothel. He gave that all up… for me.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" Even when Harry began his courtship, he did nothing. Was he avoiding me? The speculation jumbled her mind.
Shaking his head, Viserys ran a hand through his silver hair. Sansa just managed to notice how it sparkled in the low light of the fireplace - making him look like some sort of Valyrian god. "Would you really take me? Accept my affections, given my past?"
"You didn't know that I wouldn't."
"Could you have, Sansa? Could you ever envision yourself telling me that you even fancied me, let alone love me?" His gaze cast downwards, unable to watch her pretty face as he expected her rejection.
Viserys was right about one thing. She was unable to say the words back - everything had hit her so quickly, Harry's betrayal, Viserys' declaration of love… Sansa didn't know how to handle it and it was truly a tempest within her soul. However, there was really only one thing she was certain of.
Slowly, Sansa leaned forward. Cupping his cheek and making him look at her. Her heart thumped in apprehension, hoping he wouldn't pull away and embarrass her… but Viserys didn't. Emboldened, she pressed her lips against his. It was sweet, chaste, filling her with a warm balm that drove her to deepen it. Sliding until they were both touching, arms wrapping around his neck and tongue licking his lips. Seeking entrance.
That seemed to light a fire within the Targaryen Prince. His tongue plunged out, assaulting her mouth and causing her to gasp. Their kisses grew passionate, stirring something inside Sansa that she had never felt once in her life. Burning, aching desire. "Viserys…" she moaned.
His name on her lips, it was like a dream for him. "Yes, beautiful?"
All of Harry's honeyed words couldn't compare to that one word of his. "I… I think I love you too." No, she was certain.
Viserys' heart soared. "What do you want? Name it and I'll do it."
"I want you." She straddled him, acting bold. "All of you."
Ever so gentle, he flipped them over and laid atop her. His hands roamed, Sansa mewling in his mouth as Viserys began to strip off her dress and underclothes. A sudden hunger rose inside her, reciprocating frantically. Needing to see him bare, and gasping at him in all his glory. How did I never see how gorgeous he was?
The frantic kisses, both of them naked as their namedays, Sansa weaved her fingers in his silky silver locks and enjoyed every second of the moment.
His cock betrayed Viserys' lust for her. Poking at her belly, at her widened eyes he stilled. "Sansa, if you're not ready to…"
Sansa cut him off with a chaste kiss. A small smile formed on her lips. "Take my maidenhead, Viserys." She bucked her hips up. "Go slow, but please…" It was maddening, but in the best of ways. Especially when he slid inside her soaked channel and pierced her maidenhead.
Viserys felt Sansa scream into his mouth - but instead of agony, he saw her eyes fluttering closed. There was some pain, but most of it was... serene pleasure, cheeks flush with desire. "You alright?"
"It feels… good. Better and better." Emboldened, her lips moved to the side of his neck and sucked lightly. "Keep going."
No one stopping him, the Prince rocked his length deeper inside her. Slowly but firmly, trying to heighten her pleasure. Gods, how tight she was for him, how her legs began to wrap around his hips… The perfect woman… better than anything he could've imagined.
All pain was gone now, leaving only pleasure. A strangled gasp echoed from Sansa at the hard length spearing into her. It felt so good, but she needed more. "Harder, Vis." She dug into the muscles of his back. "I need it." She bit his shoulder. "More."
Growling, he answered her with a furious blow of his hips. Changing angle and making her see stars. Her normally quiet and delicate moans became literal wanton screams of pleasure. Urging him forward. Begging him to shatter her and spill inside her. Which he did in rapid succession, causing them to share roars of a mutual climax before collapsing bonelessly against each other. "Was… was it good?" Viserys finally asked.
She nodded, still trying to calm her racing heart. "Kiss me." He immediately complied, filling her soul with a peaceful calm that made her swoon. Again, their eyes met. "I… I can't believe it."
A confused worry appeared on Viserys' face. "Can't… believe what?" Did she have regrets?
"I… I always dreamed of my first time. How a dashing knight would court me and sweep me off my feet. Then he would marry me and make me his."
His expression fell. "I'm sorry I took that away from you."
Sansa chuckled at his melancholy. "Oh no, Viserys." She looped her arms around his neck, savoring his cock still inside her. "You've exceeded my childhood imagination. Instead of a knight, I got a wonderful, caring Prince. Instead of a beautiful wedding, I had someone that loves me desperately. Who cares about me." She teared up at the end, but it was happy tears.
Grinning softly, Viserys pressed a kiss to her nose. "I'll still give you the wedding of your dreams, my love."
"Mmmm… even better." They kissed again, tongues dancing.
Pulling back, he once again looked into her eyes. "Any regrets?"
She smiled. "None." Her legs wrapped tight around his hips, urging him for another round. "None whatsoever."
Though it took too long for his liking, Jon finally managed to unlatch the door to his suite of chambers and push it open with his foot. "Careful," commented Dany, still tied. "Don't bang our heads." Hands still bound, she couldn't shield herself.
"Do you take me for a callous fool?" Jon retorted, gingerly entering with the greatest care spared for his sisters. "Ghost, Hura, stay." The two direwolves wagged their tails but waited outside the door. Serving as their guards for the night.
No one would disturb them.
"Not at all, valonqar," Rhaenys replied. She had been in Jon's chambers before, but now she gazed upon them with awe. Something had changed… something great. By the custom of the wildlings, now she was Jon's wife - and Dany's. "Or should I call you husband, now?"
"Mmmmm… husband." Feeling it on the tongue, Daenerys felt her heart fill with joy. It was what she always truly wanted.
Jon snorted. "Not yet, my loves." Disappointment and frustration were mostly mollified by the term of endearment grounded in their brother's northern brogue. A girl could get used to being called that by Crown Prince Daemon Targaryen. "When you're in my bed, then we're married."
Rhaenys kicked with her legs… nearly falling off his shoulder it turned out, but he stilled her with a hand on her ass. Much better. "Then get us to your bed now, Jon!" she demanded. "I want to finally have you!"
"I've been waiting a long time for this!" Dany cried, equally frustrated. "Don't make me wait longer."
Chuckling, Jon bounded for the bedchamber and dumped them unceremoniously onto the large bed. It could've held five people comfortably, let alone three - both Princesses were grateful for it. His touch on their wrists and ankles untying their bonds, it sent an electric jolt straight to their cores. Flooding at the thought of what was going to happen now.
Free to have him. Free to have each other.
Eventually, the last knot was removed and Jon drew back. His eyes raking over them appreciatively. "So," he began, suddenly a bit tongue tied. As if Ghost trying to chase a wheelhouse, only to get it and not know what to do with it. "Here we are."
Rubbing her wrists, Dany forced herself into a sitting position with her hands clasped on her lap - eyes gazing at Jon with adoration. "Aye, here we are… husband." Gingerly, intimately, she rested her head on Rhaenys' shoulder. So joyous that now, she could express her love for the both of them.
Sucking her lip betwixt her teeth, Rhaenys eyed Jon up and down. Greatly enjoying the view. The thought of them married, Dany so close to her, it was overheating her in the best way. "Dany…"
"Yes Rhae?"
"Don't you find it improper that our man is wearing clothes?"
Raising a brow at Jon, Dany frowned. "Aye, wife…" Another word that filled her with joy and lust, "He is and I don't think we should stand for it."
Blackfyre couldn't hold a candle to his cock at the moment, but Jon tried to raise his hands… only to be stopped as two dainty hands fisted his tunic and pulled him in a heap onto the bed. "Rhae, Dany…" He gasped out, but Dany immediately covered his mouth with hers. Their first kiss, and Jon didn't feel ashamed that he simply lost himself in it. His hands grabbed her hips as he reciprocated, tongues dueling and the fire building within him.
"Don't hog our man, Dany." Jon was only able to suck in one breath of air before Rhaenys replaced Dany, her tongue more aggressive in trying to dominate him. He fought her to a standstill... hugging her tightly and grabbing her ass over her dress, making her mewl.
Eventually though, they did have to come up for air. Jon, his chest heaving, watched pure bliss dawn on his sisters. They looked at him, looked at each other, and squealed as if they were nine again - embracing tightly, the picture of joy. He felt his heart skip a beat, and then all the moisture left his mouth when they kissed each other hungrily. Oh, he would need to ask about this, not that he minded.
Jon steeled himself, however. There was much they needed to discuss before the fun began. "My loves…" He dreaded it but it had to be done. Leaning up, he shook them lightly. "Dany, Rhae. Please wait for a moment." They broke apart, watching him with lidded eyes. "We need to talk."
Rhaenys groaned. "You expect us to wait longer to finally have you, Jon? Are you mad?"
"Mayhaps a little if you speak of it that way," he chuckled a little, which calmed them. "But please? I promise that I will make it worth your while."
"You better," Dany gulped, voice husky at the prospect of his making it worth their while. All of them trembling with sexual frustration, they eased themselves to sit at the foot of the bed. Jon in the middle, while both of his wives - at least according to the Free Folk - snuggled into his side. It was quite surprising to see Rhaenys so docile and flirty, but in a good way. "So Jon, what do you wish to discuss?"
He took a breath. "I love you," Jon blurted out. It was abrupt, but he went with it. "I love the both of you desperately…" Reaching up, he caressed Rhaenys' cheek as Dany pressed a kiss to his cheek. "So much it frightens me."
"How long have you known this?" The small bit of Rhaenys that worried he stole them just for political purposes or something died, and left only complete happiness in its wake.
Jon blushed. "Since I can remember, but I only recently realized."
She giggled. "No need to be embarrassed. Took me a long time to realize it too. Dany though, she knew long before either of us did."
He raised an eyebrow. "Is that true Dany?" She bit her lip and nodded. "Why didn't you say anything?"
Shrugging, Dany just looked to him and cupped his cheek. "I'll regret never broaching it prior to you journeying north of the Wall, but it doesn't matter. I love you with every fiber of my being, my dear Daemon, and we're here now."
"Aye, we are." Jon kissed her, feeling her sigh in a delirious happiness. Tugging her close into his side, feeling Dany snuggle against him, Jon turned to Rhae. "I haven't actually heard you say it yet, sister."
The fierce Sun Dragon's eyes were filled with a softness that he hadn't seen before. "I've never… I didn't think I could feel this much for anyone." She shook from the enormity of it all, able to stare him in the eyes and say the words. "I've never known the touch of a man, but you've completely ruined me for anyone else, Daemon. Gods be good, I love you." Rhaenys held him, desperate for his touch.
It was a heady feeling, two stunningly gorgeous Targaryen Princesses professing their undying love for him. Any man only slightly less modest and honorable than Jon would've given in to a supreme smugness at the thought. "And the two of you?" He eyed them. "That was some kiss."
By the gods, they both had sheepish looks. "I can't deny it," Rhae replied. "I love Dany too."
"I love her, Jon. Didn't think I was attracted to women, but I am to our sister." Dany gazed at him expectantly. "Is that alright?"
Jon smirked. "More than fine…" he gulped. "Perhaps a little show is warranted for later."
Rhaenys rolled her eyes. "Of course he's a lecher."
"You love it, Rhae," Dany shot back, giggling and holding his chest.
"You're right, I do." Rhaenys kissed him, moaning from how good it felt.
Oh, this would be good… but Jon realized something. Something horrible, and he didn't wish for them to discover it in the middle of passion. He broke the kiss. "Rhae, Dany, before we go on…"
"Ugh…" Dany collapsed back on the bed. "What is it now?"
"We still have more to talk about?" Rhaenys scoffed, crossing her arms.
Jon shook his head. "No, just something I need to show you." He stood up. "It's… important."
Both Princesses sobered up slightly at his tone. Before, it had been sheepish, but now there was a seriousness with just a hint of pain. They were done making jokes. "You're scaring me, my love," Dany spoke. "Please. Tell us." Rhaenys nodded as well, the two of them watching with complete attention.
Biting his lip, Jon felt the same fear, the same shame that he felt with his kepa… only even deeper than then. King Rhaegar was one thing, but these were his loves. Those he held most dear in the world, and they him. It was agony to hurt them so, but there was no avoiding it. Taking a deep breath, he wordlessly pulled his tunic from his belt and tugged it over his shoulders. Leaving him bare before them.
He didn't have to wait long to hear their gasps.
As any proper warrior should, Jon's torso was peppered with scars. Joining the still bright red and purple bruises from the melee earlier, a hodgepodge of cuts, gashes, and gouges from four long years fighting the wildlings and dead in the most inhospitable portions of the world. Such didn't worry Dany and Rhae. Seven hells, they were turned on by how powerful their husband was.
No, it was only one scar.
Any wound could kill a man. Bleeding out, festering, simple bad luck, Rhaenys especially had seen it all on the battlefield. And yet there was also great resilience in the human body. Things that should've killed a person allowed them to survive. There were few things than an instantly fatal wound - but the large, almost still open scar right on Jon's breastbone over the heart was one. Automatic death.
Yet Jon was in front of them, alive.
He shouldn't have been, and that realization hit them like a gout of dragonfire.
Jon sighed. "Aye, it's what it looks like."
Dany's hands were clasped over her mouth. Just looking at the scar, it was self-evident that Jon shouldn't be of the living. He… he died. "How… how…" The words couldn't come out.
"There were those that didn't believe that the Army of the Dead existed. Some of those hated that I made peace with the Free Folk, and a bastard son of Roose Bolton decided to use that sentiment to instigate mutiny. Why, I don't know or care, but a group of Boltons, Night's Watchmen, and other northern banners cornered me one day and…" He trailed off.
"They killed you." Dany finished.
Nodding, Jon pointed to the offending scar. "This was him. The Bolton bastard."
"Is… Is he dead? Are all…"
"Viserys and uncle Ned killed them all."
"Good." Suddenly Dany just burst into soft sobs, running to Jon and hugging him tightly - as if any form of contact denied would lose him forever.
Silent, gazing at him in pure horror, Rhaenys stood. Her legs shook but she remained upright, walking slowly to him. Her eyes were riveted to the scar, then to his eyes, and then back to the scar. "You… you bastard!" she choked out, joined by a torrent of tears. Rhaenys slammed her fist down on his chest, then again and again. "How could you?! How could you do this?!"
"I was a fool," Jon admitted, knowing he shouldn't have trusted Ramsay that night. The lad seemed mild-mannered and helpful in defiance of his reputation, but the reputation was reality. And he very nearly paid for it.
That didn't calm Rhaenys down. She hit and hit him, each blow Jon taking stoically while Dany cried over him. "You idiot! You bastard! You stupid cunt!" The blows petered out and she simply collapsed upon him, completely driven into grief - as if he really was dead. For a time he was. "I almost lost you before I ever knew I wanted you," Rhaenys murmured against his neck. Seeking out his throbbing pulse.
Holding them firmly, letting them cry on his bare chest, Jon closed his eyes. Ever since his heart had been empty of most emotion - nothing but a darkness residing inside of him left by Ramsay's knife. Now though, these two angels brought a light back to him that he missed. The darkness banished, his soul healing. Tears fell down his eyes for the first time in nearly a year. "I shouldn't be here," Jon finally said in a hoarse voice.
Daenerys, hearing him first, looked up as if stricken. The confident, powerful if soft-spoken Prince... she had never heard him speak in such resignation. She was so concerned in her grief that she hadn't considered his. "Oh, my love." Dany kissed his jaw. "That isn't true. You belong here, with me. With us."
"A fool like me deserved to die up there."
"Don't ever say that again." Rhaenys was firm, her eyes bloodshot and cheeks stained with tears. "We are yours and you are ours, no matter when we realized it. You cannot ever die like that. I won't fucking let you!" She looked at him, the picture of his beautiful features cold and expressionless in death bringing agony to her very soul. "Never, do you hear me?"
He nodded. "I am yours and you are mine, forever and always."
They swooned, clutching him tighter. Never would they let him away from either of them ever again. He's ours, and we will protect him. Protect the beautiful, amazing, wonderful man that was their husband. "I love you," Rhaenys whispered against his chest, nuzzling his scar. Hearing his beating heart. It was a sound that she would cherish forever.
The moment was not lost on Dany, pressing kisses to his jaw. "Gods, Jon, I love you so much." Something came to her mind. "How did… how did you survive?" Dany asked the hesitant question.
"A red priest… two red priests. They did a ritual that brought me back. They were hesitant, but Viserys pointed his sword at them and made them do it."
That sounded like Viserys. "Did… did you see the afterlife?"
"I did not, but I met Bloodraven." They both looked at him quizzically. "A story for another time, but he told me many secrets. I… we owe him our victory."
"Not just him." Dany leaned down and kissed his scar, peppering it with love and affection. "Never doubt yourself, Jon. You are a great man. The greatest."
"We never would've loved you as much as we do had you not been," Rhaenys added. "My man. My beautiful dragon Prince."
His heart burst with affection. "Rhae…" he croaked. "Dany…"
Daenerys pulled back, leaving one last kiss on the scar before tugging his hand. "Come, sister. Let us show our husband just how much we love him." The tears framed her eyes, but they now sparkled with love.
In sync with her wife and lover, Rhaenys walked backwards toward the bed with her lips on Jon's ear. "You're here with us, Jon. You're alive and will be for a long time. Let us prove it to you." Both women fell back on the bed, letting Jon hover on top of them - his grey eyes darkening as they stared down at the two Princesses. "We're yours, my love."
"Do with us what you wish, just live." They certainly would.
Mouth dry, Jon looked them both over. He so wanted to ravish them, to overwhelm the lingering darkness with light. But they deserved more for their first time. He knew they were still maidens, and intended to guide them gently through the whirlwind of new feelings bound to come. "I feel like Aegon the Conqueror," he said as he began to work at the laces of their dresses. "I have Blackfyre." They were both sparing, being from Meereen. "I have a black dragon." Tugging them down, he was met with pure beauty. "And now I have my gorgeous sister-wives."
In a reversal of what was expected, Rhaenys bit her lip shyly and covered her breasts with her hands, while Dany smirked sultrily and let him gaze at her. "Mmmm… conquer your prizes, my dragon. Plunder us… defile us." Oh gods, she moaned at the thought… another moan tumbling out as Jon growled, kissing her. A kiss she soon returned.
Mouth watering at the two breathtaking dragonwolves battling in sensual dominance, Rhaenys' hand drifted between her legs. An action noticed by the two of them. "Enjoying the view?"
"You're beautiful…" she murmured.
"Which one?" grinned the Prince.
"Both."
Dany chuckled. "Glad to hear it." Her eyes drifted to Jon. "You're overdressed, husband."
His brow rose in challenge. "Do something about it." Two sets of hands grabbed at his belt, tugging it free and divesting him of his trousers. Leaving them all naked. "I'm going to devour you," Jon husked. "But you better devour each other as well."
"Are you asking us to seek pleasure in each other, my love?" Rhae asked coquettishly.
"Fuck yes." His hands reached for her wetness, fingers playing with it and making her breath hitch. "Pleasure Dany. I need to see it."
Shuddering at his words, Daenerys wanted Jon's mighty cock inside her but was content to wait… especially since she had a Dornish goddess to enjoy. "We can go slow if you want, Rhae." She kissed her sweetly before moving to where her breasts dangled over her face. "As comfortable as you… oh… yessss…" Dany moaned as Rhae took a nipple in her mouth, hand hungrilly palming the other.
Everything was going faster than Jon had imagined. Their grief and pain quickly changed into lust, Dany and Rhaenys' love for him and each other beginning to heal all their wounds. Watching Rhae, head half-propped atop the pillows as she feasted on their sister's creamy skin, Jon withdrew his fingers. "I've dreamed of this," he husked, teasing Rhae's sopping folds with his cock.
"So have I," Rhaenys moaned. "My loves, my beautiful loves… ooh kessa…"
Daenerys had mounted her face, grabbing the headboard of the bed to steady herself. "Please, Rhae. I can't take it anymore..." There was no stopping. She had never craved a woman before… but the feel of Rhaenys' tongue on her cunt was too much. Daenerys gasped. "Oh gods, Jon. She's so good at this."
Rhaenys grabbed Dany's breasts, running her thumbs across her nipples. "You…" she said into Dany's heat. "You need to taste her, husband."
"I am the luckiest man alive," he murmured. Readying his cock, with gentle care he eased the head into Rhae's cunt. She bucked, drawing him in more until...
"Fuck," Rhae hissed, gripping Dany tighter as a bit of pain registered.
Jon's eyes widened. "Should I stop…"
Rhaenys protested. "No… just… slow."
"Slowly, Jon, ease her into it," Dany cautioned, hand reaching down to caress her wife's hair. Rhaenys' sparkling eyes radiated love.
Complying, Jon slowly worked his way to the hilt, dying inside at each pained wince but not ceasing. Not until he could feel Rhaenys relax… and then felt her legs wrap around his. "You alright, Rhae?"
"Jon…" Her hands dropped to fist the sheets. "Don't stop… lover…" Pleading as he bottomed out inside her. "Oh…"
Teeth gritting as her cunt clamped down hard on him, Jon reached out with one hand and mauled her breasts as he began to build a steady rhythm. Her legs wrapped around his back urged him to go faster and he didn't deny her. Soon she was rocking with his trusts, weeping her pleasure into Dany's cunt as she laved at it. "I love you."
Heart clenching, Rhaenys wanted to look at him, to show to him how much she adored her man. Instead, she rocked back harder, burying her tongue deep inside Dany's delicious core. Hearing her scream her climax and flood her mouth with juices just as Jon doubled his pace. Hitting spots inside her that made Rhaenys see dragonfire. She was falling… falling… falling...
Muffled by Dany's cunt, Jon could nevertheless hear Rhae moan her peak. Feel her walls pulsate around him. It triggered his own burning need, grunting as he emptied inside of her belts and belts of his seed. Wincing from just how good it was, a pair of lips mashed against his and his tongue eagerly sought out hers. "Breed our wife, Jon," Dany murmured against his mouth. "Breed our sister."
Jon thrust three more times. Hard, powerful thrusts that made Rhae shudder again till her head flopped back. Completely spent and covered in sweat and Dany's juices.
Hearing Rhaenys gasp when Jon pulled out of her, Daenerys was on him like a hungry wolf. Her folds were still soaking, Rhae's ministrations fueling her need rather than quenching it, but she paid attention to him first. Sinking her mouth onto his deliciously thick cock and tasting a combination of his seed and Rhaenys' juices. It was perfect.
"Oh fuck…" Dany's mouth was heaven. Tongue running up and down his length, she sucked it past her lips like a natural. It wasn't long before he was fully erect again, and while he felt an urge to spill inside her mouth, Jon refrained. "No, come'ere." He pulled her on top of him, Daenerys instinctively straddling his cock. "I promise I'll be gentle..."
Dany's eyes watered with happy tears. Reaching down to cup his cheek. "I love you so much, Jon. I trust you with my life." She wanted him. Wanted to feel him completely. Reaching down for his length, she moved it to her entrance just as Jon sat up and went for a nipple. His beard brushing against her skin so perfectly. Her moan drowned out the slight discomfort as his head pierced her womanhood.
Angling his hips, the Prince thrusted. First gently, then ever harder as the silent gasps turned to screams of pleasure. Over and over again, breaking contact and falling back so he could fuck her more thoroughly. Jon was going so hard that her breasts bounced, a wet slap ringing out whenever their hips touched. She was just as tight as Rhae it was maddening… but in the best of ways.
Dany's mouth was open in a silent scream. Literally unable to make a sound, Jon's cock crashing against the entrance to her womb itself. "Kessa Jon… avy jorrāelagon!" Nothing could have prepared her for this… this bliss. "More… more… more… Please! I can take it! Ahhhh!"
"My love!" For the second time that night, Jon spilled inside of his wife… all of them sated.
And here they were, Rhaenys resting half-atop her husband while Dany wrapped around his side. Jon held them both, kissing their silky hair and softly stroking their smooth, sweaty skin. "I love this," mumbled an exhausted Dany.
"Better than I could ever imagine," Rhaenys remarked, equally spent.
"How are you, my loves?" Jon asked them, letting them cuddle as close as they wanted.
Purring languidly, Rhaenys felt Jon's heated skin. Dany's hand weaved in hers, and everything was perfect. Everything she'd ever dreamed of. "We're home, Jon. Right where we belong."
"And have no intention of ever leaving," Dany finished, burrowing posessively into his side.
Surrounded on both sides, Jon knew that he never wanted to escape. "Aye, home again." For the first time since returning from the dead, Daemon Targaryen felt peace in the arms of his beloveds.
"Want a drink, brother?"
Aegon mumbled assent as he sat, playing absentmindedly with the folds of his cloak before his eyes widened. "No Daeron!"
The haggard Prince chuckled, leaning out from beyond the solar with a wan smile. "Relax, only apple cider in my home." He waved a flagon at him. "Want one?"
Sighing in relief, he nodded. "Aye. I'd like one." Whew, that was close.
"Relax, cousin," Prince Valarr remarked. "I've been watching him like a hawk. I think we've finally managed to get him on the wagon again."
"Thank the gods." The one they called Aegon the Unlikely threw his head back on the couch, closing his eyes. "Daeron drank away the consequences of our blood, and it nearly brought us to ruin."
"Wouldn't say that," Queen Betha remarked, leaning over to rub her husband's temples as he liked. "We all contributed to that."
Aegon groaned. "I'd rather not think of that… besides, our family was on the path to destruction regardless. Look at our children."
Valarr snorted. "The fuck? Those children of yours had more stones than any of us. You tried to end our family traditions only two generations away from the dragons returning to the world."
"Alright, alright. I get it, I fucked up. That what you wanted to hear, cousin?"
"You should have some wine, brother. It would loosen you up." Daeron returned with a tray of cider, placing it on the table. His once bloodshot eyes were sparkling with life, nose free of the thick veins that the alcohol created. It was a monumental change in him, especially in being able to make jokes about it. "We'll need all our fortitude for this."
He groaned again. The youngest child, circumstance nevertheless made him the head of this generation of the Targaryens. "I wish Aemon were here. He always knew what to do in situations like this."
"Yeah, cousin. Wish for his death so he can come here and pal around with this merry bunch." Aegon rolled his eyes but conceded the point.
A raucous laughter outside drew their attention. They steeled themselves as the door opened. "This way, brother," they heard Daella say, ever so gingerly.
"Whooo!" Aeron Brightflame was not so circumspect. "Let's get fucked up!" He carried a crate filled with every intoxicating substance known to man. "Joust is comin' up and I'm dying to see it…!" He halted, looking and studying the assemblage before him with scrutinizing eyes. "Wait a minute… this isn't a watch party!"
Aegon stood, his arms outstretched. "Brother, we're all here because we love you."
But he wasn't convinced. "Fuck this, I'm leaving."
Eyes wide, Rhae blocked the door. "No, you're not."
"Out of my way, sister!"
"Do you really want to take me on?"
Staring at each other with hard eyes, Aerion backed down. Targaryen women were no pushovers. "Ugh…" Crate still in his hands, he sat on the couch. "I'm not gonna listen."
"Yes you are," Valarr stated firmly. "You're gonna listen before you destroy yourself."
"Ummm… news flash, cousin. We're all fucking dead." Aerion crossed his arms, sulking. "I should be able to do what I fucking want."
"No you don't." Aerion looked behind him to see a hulking figure nearly two heads taller than him. "Not when it's your family that suffers."
"Brother, why is your tame giant here?" He pointed to Duncan the Tall. "Shouldn't you be siring another big dolt with that traitorous Dornish whore of yours?"
Aegon palmed his head. "Brother, this isn't about Dunk or Tanselle, this is about you and your self-destructive behavior. It killed you in the past and it's destroying all ties between you and the family. No one wants to spend time with you."
Aerion snorted. "Please. The Aegons had me over last week."
"Oh brother," Daella began, tears in her eyes. "They told Aemon to tell uncle Brynden to tell us that neither of them want to hang out with you anymore after you got high on mushrooms and trashed their homes."
"That was self defense! They sicked a dragon on me!"
"There was no dragon, brother."
"Then how do you explain this?" He pulled back his arm, revealing a burn - it was in the shape of an iron, clearly nothing close to a dragon's injury. "You know what, fuck this." He stood and stormed out before any of them could run after him.
Daella buried her head in her hands. "That was a disaster," she sobbed softly.
Rhae scoffed. "I knew he'd never change. Waste of time."
"We had to try," Aegon murmured, but they were right. Their insane brother had caused a trail of misery through his short life on earth and that continued through to the afterlife.
"Well, I'm depressed," Valarr muttered.
Daeron had just the idea. "Let's see if our lovebirds finally got their heads out of their asses." He clapped his hands and the screen came on. "Well how about that!" Daeron hooted.
Aegon allowed himself a smile, resting his head on Betha's shoulder. Jenny's prophecy finally did come true.
A/N: Not much I can say to this one except... finally.
I really want to know what you guys thought of it finally happening, so drop a comment. And feel free to make good-faith suggestions, advice, or requests. I love to hear them all! :D