Chapter 17: The Lion
Pentos
It's been over a month since that bastard cut off his hand and took the whores with him. His wound didn't bleed anymore, but it still hurt.
He could not believe that that ungrateful and treacherous whore of his sister had decided to go with that bastard, instead of staying with him and giving him the army that belonged to him by right. After all that he has done in these years, after he has protected her, fed her and loved her, she decided to betray him. And that whore of his mother who chose Rhaegar's bastard son instead of him. His father was right about her. How bad she was, how conspiring she was. And also that crazy Rhaegar, with that Dornish whore, who brought the kingdom to ruin, making him lose his rightful Throne, just to have that whore's wolf's cunt for a night. But all of them will pay for it. He'll rain Fire and Blood on the Traitors.
Viserys intended to use the gold that the bastard gave him and gather an army of sellswords. When he will find that bastard, son of a Northern bitch, he will march with his head on a spike towards Winterfell where he will execute that traitorous dogs.
And when he will find that whore of his sister again, he will fuck her to death, until she gives him an heir of pure Targaryen blood, and then he will sell her to the slave traders of Essos. While his mother, he will sell her to Lys, for the whore she is.
"Ahg. Be careful idiot," said Viserys in an angry tone towards the servant who was bandaging his wound.
Now he will be mocked even more by the lords of Westeros and the Magisters of Essos. The Monk Kings, he will be called from now on, and his fame as a warrior will fade before it even begins.
After a while, he saw Illyrio entering, running, with a frightened face, and his guards behind him.
"Your grace. We must leave Pentos immediately. Khal Drogo is very angry for not having received your sister, and now he wants to sack Pentos, and he wants our heads."
At that moment panic took hold over him, and he knew he was doomed.
"We need to escape Illyrio. And then we have to gather an army of sellswords. I want the heads of that bastard, of that whore of my mother and of that ungrateful one of my sister to come true."
"And I have the right allies to defeat your mother and the Bastard. But we must hurry to leave the city before the Khal sack it. Because there is nothing else that could make up for the loss of your sister as the future mother of the Stallion who will mount the world."
"Well, then let's go."
As they passed through the city, the people were running scared, aware of what would happen soon.
'Fools' thought Viserys. Just like the people from King's Landing. If they had fought against the Lannisters when they sacked the city, his beloved father would now still be alive, and he would have his throne. But he will avenge his father and put the heads of the traitors on the city walls, first that of his whore mother.
When they arrived at the harbor, Illyrio paid one of the captains. As they were leaving the city of Pentos, Viserys saw how the flames began to ignite.
Pointing out at the city, Viserys said with contempt, "That's what you deserve whore of a city," recalling how they were treated, in past years, and especially the last one, forcing them to stay hidden.
When he saw Illyrio approaching, with his elbows on the edge of the ship, Viserys asked, "Who are these allies of yours, Illyrio?"
"The heirs of the harpy. They hate the bastard and hate Westeros."
"Only them? Or even the Targaryen?"
"No, your grace. On the contrary. They want to create a new world with your help. You will become the greatest King this world has ever seen by marrying the woman. While her brother will lead your armies to victory, under your banners, and under your commands. "
Viserys laughed, " Good! But know that my heir will have Valyrian blood and look. When I get Daenerys back, I'll fuck her until she gives me a son. Your ally will wait."
"Yes, Your Grace," answered Illyrio, and Viserys noticed his attitude, but he was too tired and too bored to ask.
"How far to the city of your allies?"
"Two months, maybe three."
" Are you crazy?" asked Viserys angry. "You don't expect me, the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms, to be on a ship for three months."
"Your grace..."
But he left for his cabin. He could not take any more of this dirt, pain, and betrayal. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Myr
Robb opened his eyes when he felt a wind of fresh air on his skin. Looking next to him, Alyssa was not there, and he immediately thought that it was only a dream. But when he looked towards the balcony he saw her there. Getting up naked, he began to observe her in all her beauty. With her elbows resting on the balcony, her breasts lying on her arms, and especially her beautiful ass pointing towards him, which Robb would very much like to penetrate, but did not dare to ask her.
As he got closer, he put his hands on her ass, massaging it a little, and she moaned with pleasure. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his chin on her shoulder. He felt how his cock hardened.
"You're so beautiful. And apparently you're not a shy girl. I found out last night. But seeing you now, on the balcony with nothing on you..."
"I'm not shy," she replied, and then moved her ass over his hard member, moaning, and he groaned, "And I'm not even a virgin anymore."
"Can I fuck your ass?"
"Will it hurt?"
"Yes. But..."
"Then do it," she responded, moving again her ass.
So he spread her legs a little, and with his fingers he started to caress her cunt and inserting two fingers into her cunt, to get them slick with her juices, then he slowly inserted one of his fingers into her arse. She squealed as she arched her back in response; pushing her arse into his hand.
As he prepared her arse with one hand, he used his other to coat his member with the sweet essence dripping from her cunt. Once he felt the muscles of her arse relax and that his member as sufficiently lubricated, he guided his pulsating erect slick cock and aligned it at with her arse hole, and took a deep breath before slowly inserting just the tip of his member. When he inserted the head of his cock, he felt her muscles clamp down around his intrusion and watched as she gripped the edges of the balcony with her fingers. He leaned down and pressed soothing kisses to her shoulder and neck as he continued to slowly push his member deeper inside her arse.
Once he was fully sheathed, he had to pause to calm himself; he felt as though his cock was going to explode. With his hands, he began to touch her neck, her hanging breasts, her hips, while she had her head resting on the balcony.
After several deep breaths, he was able to calm himself, and he began to slowly rock his cock into her arse. After a couple of thrusts, he heard his lover let out a small wincing sound of pain.
"Keep going," She said to him when he stops, with a hint of pain in her tone. He bends down and kissed her on the shoulder.
Placing his hand on her hips he began to move, and when he felt that she was beginning to relax, he began to give more powerful thrust into her arse, "Robbbbb..." and she cried loudly of pleasure.
He thrust harder, and then faster into her plump arse; he was mesmerized watching his cock plunging in and out of her arse. She began to thrust her own arse into his hips, this was all the encouragement he needed to quicken the pace, even more, by grabbing her hair or her shoulder.
Robb then slides one of his hand around, finding her hard bundle of nerves. When began to rub her clit, he could tell that she had peeked, and between her screams of pleasure, he felt her sudden rush of juices escape her cunt. As she peaked, he continued to fuck her arse and after a few more thrusts, he felt his own climax was imminent.
After two more hard thrusts, he spilled into her arse collapsing over her, breathless.
"Gods. That was..." he began.
"Amazing," she finished. "I never felt that fullness. And you are pretty big."
And they both chuckled, and after kissing her Robb carried her in his arms to the bed, landing over her, he hugged her. His head was resting on Alyssa's prosperous breast as she caressed him in his hair, which made him fall asleep naked.
When he heard someone knocking on the door, Robb immediately put something on himself and when he opened the door he saw that it was his cousin.
"Robb. I thought you were already ready. Your ship will leave soon and I had the intention to discuss our plans for the future," said Aenar.
"Well..."
"Come back to bed, my wolf. I'm not yet full," said Alyssa from the bed, and Robb felt embarrassed, and become red.
But Aenar smiled and said, "When you're done come to me." And whispering to him, his cousin added, "Apparently you managed to get her into your bed, dear cousin. My congratulations. But try not to break any hearts. I don't want to lose a good army before I invade Westeros."
Robb chuckled and Aenar left.
When he closed the door and turning towards the bed, he saw her sitting, without veils, with those beautiful curves, and only her hair to cover her breast.
"I see that our time is over. And I think it's time for me to go back to my room. From what I have understood the duty to your future king is already calling you."
He nodded, not taking his eyes off her, and after she got dressed began to head to the exit. But before she left, she gave her another, slower, kiss.
"See you at the docks, young wolf," she said and then left.
He sighed and let himself fall on the bed. Old Gods, what a situation. He came to Essos to meet his cousin and ended up falling in love with a sellsword. His mother will not be happy about this. And his father even less, when he will find out that he has taken the virtue of a girl, and then left her.
But now it was time to go to Aenar.
When he arrived at his cousin's room, entering Robb saw him leaning against the table, with maps on it. Ser Arthur, Torrhen, and Ethenaine were present.
Looking toward him Aenar smiled and told the others if they could leave the room, and they left.
Then Aenar brought him some wine, while Robb looked at the maps. They were Essos and Westeros, and his eye immediately rested on two cities near Myr, on which was placed the Dragon. While on Pentos there was a horse.
"Lys and Tyrosh?" Robb asked.
"Yes. Soon they will move against me. They have already made a secret pact to join forces and took over the city, "replied Aenar while sipping from the wine. "Two days ago Khal Drogo sacked the city, and very soon he will come here. I'm sure they would want to make an alliance with the Khal, and attack."
"You have such a large network of spies that you almost frighten me."
"Don't worry, Robb. I may be good, but I'm not that good. I don't really know everything. The harpy is still a mystery to me. While Drogo, however, is smarter than he seems. He has avoided all my traps this month. Of course, he didn't know that I wanted Daenerys, but he was sure that one day I would fight him. That's why he was very alert. And he has more soldiers than Khal Moro."
"I understand. So what did you want to talk to me about?"
"I know that what I'm going to tell you now will be unimaginable, and above all not credible, but know that it's the truth. Even if I haven't seen them myself. But you know how they say prevention is better than to cure."
Robb nodded, confusingly, not really understanding what he was saying.
"When I was in Valyria, I saw visions, and from that moment on I just dreamed of the White shadows and the blue-eyed king who commands them. "
Robb wanted to burst into laughters because of the absurdities that Aenar said. White Walkers? Legends and stories that Old Nan told him. But seeing that Aenar was very serious about it, he decided not to laugh and asked, "So what are you going to do about your so-called...visions?"
"I want to prevent them. I want to prevent the destruction that I have seen from happening. So I intend to prepare the Kingdoms for their invasion. And you and your father will begin to put my plan in action."
"I'm all ears," Robb replied, although he still didn't believe everything he said.
And Aenar began to expose the plan to him, about the signaling towers, and everything else.
When they finished, Aenar said, "Now it's time to say goodbye, cousin, and I hope that when I land in Westeros, I will have the support of the North."
"You'll have it," answered Robb. I'll see you at the docks," and he left the room. It was time to find Arya and go to the ships.
After an hour they went to the port. It was a long time since he left Winterfell, and now it was time to come back. He could not help but admit that he will miss Essos, and especially Alyssa. That because of his displeasure he was not present at the farewell. The one who was most against their departure was Arya, and Robb was very afraid that she would do something as stupid as hiding, in order to stay, and that's why he didn't lose sight of her.
After saying his goodbye to all the people he met, Robb got on the ship and as he was leaving he saw her along the coast on a horse. Alyssa. She didn't do anything, she was just looking at him. And Robb was sure that part of his heart had remained with her.
After Robb sailed, Aenar wanted to speak with Daenerys but saw that she was in a bad mood, as she was training. She wasn't concentrating. So, approaching her he asked, "Is everything alright, Daenerys?"
"Yes. Everything is perfect. "
"Can I invite you to dinner tonight?" He asked, and fearing a rejection.
"Dinner?" Asked Daenerys, with a raised eyebrow, and smiling. "We have dinner together every day."
"Yes. But I want a dinner only for the two of us, and in a different place."
"Where?"
"It's a surprise."
"All right," she replied smiling, and then, placing the training sword down headed back to the palace, with Rhaella at her side for a brief moment, their eyes met, and he saw her sad, broken face and this caused shame for himself.
He shouldn't have said those things, not after the beautiful moments. But wine inhibits the senses. However, that was no excuse. And now he feels sorry. Sighing, he headed towards the palace, to plan the evening.
When they arrived at the special place he had prepared, near a lake, close to the city, the sun was setting and that gave a beautiful spectacle on the water and saw the amazed gaze of Daenerys.
"This is beautiful."
Aenar smiled and accompanied her to the blanket that was on the ground with some delicacies.
"I see you've thought of everything, my king," she smirked.
"Are you no longer shy, princess? And I'm not a king yet."
"Maybe I am or maybe I'm not. I thought you knew me well after all our dream meetings?"
"Yes. But in person you're more shy," replied Aenar, although in her presence he also felt a little shy. But he was sure that that was what one felt when he was close to the woman or women he had fallen in love with.
"It was shyness of the moment, Aenar. We had just met, in person, I mean. And you've completely changed since before."
He chuckled. "I hope in good," he said, giving her a goblet of wine and saw that her cheeks turned a little red.
"So, Aenar or Jon? Which do you prefer? Because, when I first met you, you were Jon Snow, Bastard from the North, sellsword of the Golden Company and now you are Aenar Targaryen, future King of the Seven Kingdoms, and commander of the Golden Company. And especially a great warrior."
"You can call me whatever you want, for whatever comes out of your mouth is music to my ears," he replied even though he knew that he was too far ahead with the words, for she blushed completely and looked the other way.
Deciding to change the subject, he said, "Would you like to sing with me?" And he pulled out the harp, and she smiled.
After they ate, sang and played, Aenar noticed that Daenerys was submerged in her thoughts. As she cleared her throat, Aenar asked, "Daenerys, is everything all right?"
"Yes." She replied, continuing to think of something else.
"Did you like my surprise?"
"Yes, very much"
"Then why are you mad at me?"
"I'm not," she replied, but Aenar saw that there was something upsetting her and that she was angry.
"Daenerys, I see you're angry with me. Can I know what I did, so I can fix it? I thought you enjoyed the evening, just like I did?"
"Do you really want the truth, Aenar?" she asked raising her voice, "Yes. I'm mad at you for the way you treated my mother." Aenar knew that this would come sooner or later because mother and daughter were inseparable, but he still never saw Daenerys with such anger, and he knew that this meant the awakening of the Dragon. She stood up with her hands on her hips and said, "After fucking her, you insulted her by questioning her love and loyalty."
"Dae-"
"No, let me finish," she cut him off with her hand. "This is an issue that must be resolved immediately Aenar because it is about my mother, the person I love the most in this world. And seeing her suffer, for the things you said, after she gave you her heart and her body, breaks my heart. All my childhood I have wanted to have my mother with me, I have suffered unimaginably with my brother, and in the last year, she has been supporting me, protecting me and helping me through the difficult times. So if you still hurt her, you'll be dealing with me. It doesn't matter if you're a king, prince or warrior."
Aenar looked at her speechlessly. He saw her start to calm down, and closing her eyes, she took a breath and said, " But, Aenar, you misinterpreted her words." Lowering herself on her knees in front of him with the fire and moon that illuminated her face, she added, "she only cares about our happiness and the future of our House. Those things she said about me and Viserys, she revealed them because she noticed my feelings for you. "
But it was only after she said that Daenerys realized what she had revealed. He did not want to miss this opportunity, when she said, "Forgive me..." he immediately crushed his lips against hers, beginning to kiss her with hunger and passion. This was something he had wanted to do for a long time, not finding opposition on her part, Aenar deepened the kiss, making her land on her back, continuing to kiss her, with one hand, on her hip, and Aenar used all his willpower, to keep his hand from traveling to places not yet accessible to him, like her breast and her pussy. Breaking the contact Aenar raised a bit and looked at her in her purple eyes, so beautiful and so shiny. A vision. She was so beautiful, that if he were a weaker man, his heart would stop.
When he was about to lower himself to kiss her again she stopped him, putting her hand on his chest. Stroking his lower lip, she said, "Until we clarify this, I do not cross this line. You may be a king, you may have had sex before, but you won't have my virtue until we've cleared up. Do you understand?"
Sighing, Aenar said, "All right. But first. Would you like to go for a swim?"
"What?"
"In the lake. A swim." And he got up and then began to undress, although, not that he wore too much. When his member was released he was already straight and glancing at Daenerys, Aenar saw how her gaze was fixed on him, and she had eyes widened. Smirking, he headed towards the lake. This was the first time she saw a man necked, he was sure.
"Come on, Daenerys, the water in the lake is still warm, but it won't last forever."
"Turn around," she said, and he did, and after a while, he heard her enter the water.
While the water reaches him above his knees since he was standing, Daenerys decided to do otherwise, immersing herself until hiding her breast When he turned to her with his cock straight, she said looking away, "Could you immerse yourself a bit? I wish we could look at each other in the face, without your...pillar...pointing me in the face."
Aenar chuckled, but did as she said, but close to her.
" So I'm listening."
Aenar sighed and said, "You're right. I treated her badly, and I'm ashamed of that. I'd like to blame the wine, but I don't." Aenar still remembered Rhaella's wounded gaze, and above all the tears that fell from her eyes that night. Aenar did not sleep at night thinking about what had happened and his room was a disaster.
"You see Daenerys, hearing those things scared me. Not because of my right to the throne, but because of the possibility of losing two of the three most important women in this world to me, and whom I love very much. The right to the throne no longer matters. The Baratheons have changed it. We are only pretenders, but we have an army and a dragon. And anyway, Rhaella didn't have the authority to crown Viserys." And she saw her frowning, and he immediately decided to clarify his words, "However, it doesn't matter now. We will reign by right of conquest."
"We?"
"Yes. See Dany, Since I started having those dreams about the future, I've been seeing how we ruled an empire together."
"And my mother?" she asked in a serious voice. "I've seen how you look at her. You have feelings for her, and she has feelings for you, that I'm sure off. Not the feelings for a son or a nephew but that for a lover."
"Yes, I know. But we will rule like Aegon and his sisters."
"So just for the government? Or even in private?"
"That's your choice, whether you want it or not. I don't oblige you."
"Ten nights with my mother and one night with me?"
"What?" Aenar asked confused.
"That's what Aegon did with Rhaenys and Visenya. For each night he spent with the last, he spent ten nights with the former. "
"Are we sure about that?"
"That's what the rumors and the writings say."
"Why? They were in their bedroom to know how many nights they spent together, all three of them or just two of them?"
"Maybe? But tell me, if I agree, who would I be, Rhaenys or Visenya?" Daenerys asked with a smirk on her face.
"You would be Daenerys. And I'm certainly not Aegon," replied Aenar, immersing himself in the water, and then re-emerging. "I love you, Dany. And I love your mother. And this is something that no Targaryen has ever done or experienced in their lives. There will be a lot of people who will oppose this decision of mine..."
"Decision?" Daenerys asked with his eyebrow raised.
"Yes. I would like to marry you and your mother."
"Marry us?"
"Yes. But only if you agree. If not, then I will accept your decision."
"I understand. So you want to fuck me and fuck her?" asked Daenerys and Aenar was shocked by her quick words. Either she was playing with him or she was serious.
He saw her approaching, and whispering seductively in his ear, Daenerys asked, " So my king. You would want to fuck me?"
"Yes," he answered and their mouths were very close.
When he did, Daenerys stood up, exposing her nakedness, and with her hands on her hips, she said, "Then take me Aenar Targaryen. I'm yours, but it seems I'll have to share you."
"Is that a problem for you?"
"No.…or maybe yes. But I think she's the only one with whom I could share you. But you have to promise me that you won't hurt her again. Do you understand me?"
"I love when you are this way," replied Aenar, impressed by her boldness. A real dragon, ready to protect those she loves. And that is exactly why she and Rhaella will be a great queen.
"Get used to it, my king, because the shy little girl you met in Pentos has become a dragon. She became the one you knew when we were children. A dragon." He loved her even more now.
"As soon as we return to the city tomorrow, I will apologize to Rhaella."
Daenerys smiled, and taking her in Aenar's arms I take her out of the water, and I lay her down on the ground on the blankets. The air in Essos was very hot, and he was grateful for that because they were wet and didn't risk getting sick.
Now he was over her and was looking at her in the eyes, with love and longing. Aenar felt how her pussy touched his abdomen, and his cock and he couldn't wait to put it inside her. But as it was her first time, Aenar wanted to prepare her, by using his mouth. So he began to leave a trail of kisses as he traveled down and when he arrived at his destination, he laid his mouth against her cunt, fingers parting her nether lips as he devoured her.
She gasped, grabbing his hair as she bucked against his lips with abandon. He knew that women love this thing with the tongue. His thumb searched for her pearl, and when he found it, stiff and hidden, it brought screams out of her sweet mouth and made her drip into his mouth.
"Aenarrrr. Oh gods..." She screamed more and more, legs kicking and pressing on his head, gripping him so strongly it hurt.
And then she went rigid, her body arching into his mouth, her back bowed, and she screamed. Orgasm, Jon thought idly as she spent into his mouth. He blinked, licking his lips.
So he began to kiss his way up her body. Her navel, her belly, which he really hopes will soon carry his baby, then her beautiful breasts, that were a vision. He began to suck her nipples, that were hard. First one then the other, squeezing them in the meantime and keeping his eyes on her, who was moaning and giggling.
"Are you sure you want this, Dany?"
"Yes, I am. I was since the moment we meet at Illiryo mansion," She said smiling, and bringing her hand to his face to stroke it.
"You are very handsome. You know, the night of the feast, when I saw you and my mother kiss, I was going to kiss someone. But I couldn't. I will admit that I was very jealous of you that night, so I thought that maybe it was time for me to also try this experience. But then I stopped because he wasn't the man I loved. I couldn't give my first kiss to a random man. I wanted to be you. And now I want your cock inside me, and I want to feel full with your seed."
"Do you know what that will mean, Dany?"
"Yes. It means that there may be a possibility that I will get pregnant. But I don't care, as long as are you. Only you."
"I Love you," Responded Aenar kissing her on the lips.
Breaking the kiss again, she asked, "Do you want..." and he saw her, trying to find the words, but then said straight, "Do you want me to use my mouth on your...cock?"
"Another time," he responded, continuing to kiss her.
As he was kissing her, he began slid the tip of his cock against her juice, and she was moaning in his mouth for the sensation. Without even entering yet, she had already soaked him through. He knew exactly how far down to go, courtesy of his mouth. He paused there a moment. And then Thrusting into her, careful not to go too deep, but with enough force to make her gasp, even more, breaking the kiss. But he captured her lips again. Upon his arrival, he immediately succumbed to a small whimper, already overwhelmed with how she felt wrapped around him. Nearly hot enough inside to burn him. He felt submerged in her torrent, he could feel it rushing against his skin; soft, like velvet, like silks. Her tightness fought him, encouraging him to keep thrusting against it. And so he did. He began to move, to thrust slowly, he felt how the end of his cock, was hitting against her entrance.
Dany had been panting, small cries escaping her with each thrust. Her body shook, likewise unable to handle the fullerenes that she was surely feeling
The walls inside of her pulsed in unison with each thud of her heart. He could feel it on his cock. Her moaning grew throaty as she dug her nails into his skin. Aenar fought with each breath, none of which could come or leave quick enough. He picked up speed, finally thrusting with his full length. Alyssa cried out, gripping him hard. She clasped her legs on either side of him, maneuvering them in such a way as to work him even deeper inside of her.
She grabbed onto his ass with both hands, encouraging his rough movements, despite her pained expression. Felt his toes curling again as his breathing became erratic. His thrusts began to falter as his muscles tensed, growing weaker and uneven as he lost control.
As his cock quite literally crashed into the very back of her cunt, Dany let out a sharp cry of pain to match. Feeling completely enveloped in her, now, that was all Aenar could take. With her legs still locked tightly around him, he spilled inside of her and captured her lips. He collapsed onto her chest, still whimpering.
Pulling out of her he laid next to her, both breathless.
Watching towards the sky he said, "They are beautiful, aren't they?"
"What?" she asked, turning towards him with a smile.
"The stars."
"Yes," she responded looking up.
"See that bright star?"
"Yes,"
"That is the constellation of the Dragon. Legends say that when a dragon dies his spirit flies up there, and one day mine will too. After all, we are the blood of the dragons."
"Let's hope it's in a very long time, my love," she said kissing him on the chest.
" Let's go to sleep now," he said, pulling the covers over them, and hear Caraxes landing next to them, and little Ghost, lying next to Daenerys.
When the sun was about to rise, Jon began to wake up, but when he tried, he felt a weight on his left side and when he looked down he saw that Daenerys was still sleeping, with her head resting over his chest, and her arm around his abdomen. He began to caress her face, her hair, and then her left breast, or at least what he could since he could only caress one part.
When he stroked her breast, Daenerys stirred, and moaned, with a sleepy voice and closed eyes. He felt her nipples, hardening against his body.
"Dany. I think it's time to go back."
"Yes," she replied giggling.
"The sun is about to rise and there are so many things to do."
" Yes... maybe." Then he looked toward him, with those beautiful purple eyes, she asked, "Have I satisfied you Aenar, or has my inexperience disappointed you?"
He looked into her eyes and caressed her face and said, in a soft but firm tone, "No, Dany. You didn't disappoint me. Inexperience doesn't matter with the making of love. Of course, that can make you insecure but never disappoint. Because for everyone there is a first time, man or woman."
She smiled at him and then asked, while she was making circles on his chest, She smiled at him and then asked, while she was making circles on his chest, "You who have already fucked with my mother and now with me, can I ask you with whom it was better?"
This was not a difficult question for Aenar, because they were identical. Same tightness, same weak points of pleasure, and the only difference was age. But remembering the dream he had a long time ago, Aenar knew that soon things would change. He just has to wait for the right moment, but until that moment, have some fun.
"Aenar?" she called him in a soft tone.
He, sighing, replied, "If I tell you that for me you were both perfect and that you are equal, would you be angry?"
She shook her head and smiled at him, and then started planting kisses, from his bellybutton to his lips, but stopping for proper time on his nipples, licking them and this made his dick stand up, especially when she placed her hand on him.
When Daenerys climbed up on him, continuing to kiss him, Aenar felt how she was starting to get wet, and especially his hard cock was now stuck between her buttocks. But just when Aenar was about to thrust his cock into her pussy, he heard Ghost growling, Caraxes flying towards him. Aenar immediately pulled Daenerys from above him, who had a confused expression, and without wasting time in dressing up, he held Blackfire with both hands and putting Daenerys behind him, who despite being naked, managed to cover herself in front of him.
Aenar could not admit that he wasn't afraid, not for himself, but for Daenerys, since he was naked and didn't wear any armour, and that made him an easy target for anyone holding a bow. Of course, Ghost and Caraxes were here, but it's not that they could always save him.
Looking at the horizon, Aenar saw someone running fast towards them. He immediately got on the alert and Ghost ran next to Daenerys with his small jaws, risking his life. And that's why he loved that direwolf so much, who was the symbol of his mother's House.
When she was very close, Aenar saw that she was just a little girl, and lowered his guard, sticking Blackfire into the ground. But at that very moment, the little girl jumped into his arms, clutching him tightly with her small arms, between the whining.
Even if his erection was no longer there, Aenar still felt uncomfortable holding the girl naked in his arms. So, glancing at Daenerys, she was passed the child to who Daenerys was trying to stop her from crying.
Aenar took advantage of this moment to wear his pants and heard Daenerys ask in a soft voice, "What happened?"
Aenar looked at the little one, who was much younger than Arya and was about 6 years old, with blond but dirty hair, and the dress she was wearing was ruined.
" The m-man...for...was...by a...lion. And...my brother...in the cave." The little girl responded, between sobs and Aenar barely understood what she was saying. The only thing he cached were: Brother, cave and... Lion. And this puts him in alert.
"Little one. Where's the cave?"
And she pointed her finger in one direction.
Then Aenar, taking Blackfire and his bow, said to Daenerys, "Stay here with the girl, and with Ghost. If you don't see me within half a day she returns to Myr, and tell the others in which direction I went.
"But..." He cut her off with a kiss on her lips, knowing she was about to oppose.
And he ran away to the direction the girl was pointing at him, with the bow in his hand and Blackfire on his side and Caraxes flying over him. Knowing that he was above all looking over their shoulders gave him security.
When he reached the cave, Aenar knew that Caraxes couldn't help him inside.
Upon entering, Aenar looked around first, as he approached the central rock of the cave.
Then he heard it, a deafening and mighty snarl, and when Aenar turned around, with the arrow nocked, he saw it. A primordial beast, with sharp teeth and sharp claws. A thick mane and its dimensions were enormous. Bigger than a horse, and it was in these moments that Aenar would need Caraxes most.
Without wasting time, Aenar shot the arrow, but it did not penetrate the skin. The Lion gave a big roar and jumped towards him. Aenar made a roll on the ground and drew out Blackfire, putting himself in position. If Blackfire does not penetrate the lion's skin, this will be his end.
The lion began to circle around him, growling and roaring, and Aenar was turning around on the spot not breaking his gaze.
When the Lion charged at him, Aenar immediately avoided him, but the Lion was so fast that before he could avoid again, he scratched him on the chest.
Aenar screamed in pain and backed out. The lion then charged again, but this time Aenar, by dodging, was able to wound him along the side.
Now the lion was bleeding, but this made him even more dangerous. He attacked him faster, but just as Aenar managed to penetrate the lion's chest, he stung him on his left shoulder. But Aenar did not stop until the beast had died.
When he finished, Aenar looked at the beast and said to himself, "This will be a beautiful gift for Daenerys. Worthy of the queen she will be."
Aenar touched his wound, he was bleeding, and that was not good. But just as he was about to leave the cave, he heard a whimper, and turning around he saw a ten-year-old boy with his arms around his knees and his head on them, next to a body. He too had long, dirty blond hair, his clothes torn. And Aenar saw that he was also injured.
As he approached him, Aenar came down and said, "Come on, little man. I'll take you to a safe place where your wounds will be healed. Was he your father?"
He shook his head to say no, and Aenar saw something thin around his neck at that moment. But not wanting to start the argument, she took him in his arms.
As he was carrying him, the child asked, "M-My si-sister?"
"She's fine. She's with my aunt."
It had already been some time since Aenar left and Daenerys was very worried. Now she was on the ground, holding the little one, who had fallen asleep, in her arms.
She was a beautiful little girl, but Daenerys noticed that she was a slave because she had a black collar around her neck. And above all, she still didn't know her name.
Daenerys thinks about last night. How beautiful it was to feel him inside her, and she had a little hope that his seed would take root, and she would be pregnant. Of course, she was still too young for that, but she would really love it. Especially considering that she will have her mother next to her and Aenar.
Suddenly Daenerys heard a powerful roar coming from the sky, and she was sure it was Caraxes. The fear took control of her body, since this meant, that Aenar was either injured or dead.
When she noticed that Ghost ran away immediately, she turned her gaze to the direction in which Aenar had gone and saw him coming.
A smile was printed on her lips. Her lover was alive and apparently saved the child too.
"You made Aenar. You saved the boy."
"Yes. But now we have to go back to the city." He answered, clenching his teeth like in pain, and looking at him Daenerys saw blood coming down his chest.
"Aenar, you're hurt."
"Yes. The lion took me straight in, but I killed him. Let's go back to Myr. I must send men to take the Lion." But just as they were approaching the horses, Aenar fell to the ground.
She ran immediately, and kneeling, she realized that he had lost consciousness.
She tried to wake him up, calling him, with tears coming from her eyes, but there was no answer, and suddenly Caraxes landed near them frightened.
Approaching with his nose, he tried to wake Aenar but still there was no answer, but when looking into his eyes, Daenerys saw that they became white, he took Aenar's body and flew up. Then he headed towards the city.
Daenerys was left alone, with the two children crying. And she didn't know what to do because she was also scared of what had happened. But trying to recover, she asked, "Boy, what's your name?"
"E-Erik," he answered, rubbing his eyes. "Erik Hill."
"And your sister?"
"Seara Hill."
"Tell me, Erick, can you ride?"
He nodded, looking at her.
"Good. That horse is of the man that saved you. He is a good boy, and don't be scared of his size. I'll ride with your sister on my horse and you will fallow us on him. Do you understand?"
He nodded again and she smiled. She helped him get on the horse because she saw he was wounded, and Daenerys went to his sister, "Seara. You will come with me on my horse to the city. There's a hot meal waiting for you. Your brother will fallow us"
The little girl nodded, and taking her in her arms, Daenerys returned to her horse. And began to ride back to the city.
Rhaella was standing on the balcony of her and Daenerys room watching over the city, and pondering over what had happened the evening, or more precisely, the night of the feast.
It started so well, but then it all fell apart, just because she had to say those things, and he misinterpreted them. From that moment on, he didn't speak to her anymore.
She just wanted his good and that of Daenerys. How couldn't he see that?
Remembering that. The tears were about to come down from her eyes, and she immediately wiped them out, deciding to think of something else.
And remembering the beautiful moments of that evening, Rhaella couldn't believe she had sex with her nephew. Of having had him inside her. And what a feeling, she thought, closing her eyes, and she could still feel his member moving inside her, and she felt the heat rising from her core.
He was also very good in bed. Much better than Aerys, that the only thing he did was rape her. Of course Rhaella could not deny that in their early years of marriage, he gave her pleasure, and that she secretly began to fall in love with him, but then when her children began to die, or she began to lose them, he became cold, and cruel to her, mistreating her, raping her and locking her in the Tower.
Aenar instead was something else, and despite her age, Rhaella craved that young body, so handsome and energic, and she was sure that tonight Daenerys had a taste of it, and she was very happy.
Suddenly she saw something in the distance coming in the air towards the city. And she was sure it was Caraxes. This meant that Aenar and Daenerys were coming back. Rhaella smiled but when she saw what Caraxes was holding between his paws, her smile vanished, and she immediately ran away from the room to go into the courtyard.
When she got there she saw Aenar's body on the ground, with blood coming out of his shoulder, and Arthur and the other captains immediately rushed to him.
"Let's bring him in. Now!" Arthur said screaming. But Rhaella began to panic when she saw that Daenerys hadn't arrived yet.
"Ser Arthur," she shouted, but he didn't hear her as they brought Aenar in. Fortunately, outside the palace, there was still Ashara and Torrhen.
"Ashara, we have to send someone to see where Daenerys is. She could be in danger or even hurt."
"I'll go," replied Torrhen, heading straight for the stables, and then ride away. While Ashara ran inside. She knew that Aenar was for her like a son.
After a while, she saw him returning. Torrhen, he held the reins of Aenar's horse and a boy in his arms, while Daenerys, on her mare, held a little girl in her arms. When she got off, Rhaella immediately ran to her and hugged
"Daenerys, what happened?"
"Torrhen, take the children inside and" he took the girl in his arms and the boy and entered the building.
Turning to Daenerys she asked again "What happened?"
"Aenar fought against the Lion that attacked the master of the children. The little girl, Seara, ran to us and told us that the boy went to find his master. Then Aenar ran to the cave. After a while, I saw him returning, and as we were preparing to return he fell to the ground. And then, as you know, Caraxes brought him here."
Rhaella was speechless. Aenar was the future King of Westeros, and should not put himself in danger. But after all, he was his father's son. Rhaegar would have done the same. And maybe his mother too.
Sighing, Rhaella hugged her daughter and said, "Come Daenerys. Let's go and see Aenar's condition, and then I'll help you take a bath. "
Entering, they saw an old man was healing him.
"Will he live?" Asked her mother, and Daenerys heard a great concern coming from her voice.
"Oh, yes. It'll only take time. Days or weeks. It all depends on the young man's willingness to live. She nodded and when the healer left the room, Ashara said, "I will stay with him tonight you go to rest. And Daenerys, without wasting time, took her mother by the hand and led her out, before she could oppose.
When she arrived at their room, her mother asked to prepare a hot tub.
When she entered, the water was very hot and Daenerys loved it, even though it was also hot outside. Turning to her mother who went to get some fragrant oil of Essos, used in the baths, she saw that she was immersed in her thoughts. Surely concerned about Aenar, so she asked, "Mother, would you join me?"
She nodded and took off her dress, immersing herself in the water. As Daenerys approached her, she hugged her, placing her head on her chest and said, "Don't worry, He's very strong. I'm sure he'll get through this."
I know she answered, kissing her on the head and stroking her hair. After some time in silence, her mother asked, "How was it?"
"Amazing," knowing perfectly well to what she was referring to.
"I'm glad."
"Mother?"
"Yes?"
"Is there a possibility that the first time we did it I will get pregnant?" asked Daenerys hoping that the answer would be yes.
"Yes, but you're still too young for that. Although I had Rhaegar at the age of thirteen."
"What does it feel like? To have a baby inside you?"
"It's the most beautiful thing in this world to feel a life growing inside of you. And even the most difficult."
"But it's also risky, isn't it?"
"Yes, but it depends on the circumstances. When I gave birth to you, chaos reigned outside and the storm hit Dragonstone."
"Stormborn, right," Daenerys said, and her mother chuckled.
Daenerys closed her eyes in her mother's arms, savoring the warm water and the thoughts of her future child.
Dorne
Doran was sitting in the hall, waiting for the arrival of the other members of House Martell, and especially his brother Oberyn.
He just received the news that a certain son of Rhaegar's survived, and of that she-wolf whore, which caused a war and the death of Aegon and Rhaenys. And now for the second time, this bastard takes away the possibility of his family ruling over the Seven Kingdoms.
After a while, he saw him enter. His daughter Arianne, in a dress that revealed too much of her body, something that Doran hated, although Dorne was freer in mind than the others Kingdoms; Trystan, always the usual serious; Quentin, smiling, and he already knew the reaction his son will have to the news that his so-called future secret wife, has left with another dragonwolf, because he has not yet revealed that Daenerys Targaryen was not part of the deal.
Finally, Oberyn entered, who will surely be the angriest and curious of them all.
Doran saw his brother put himself wine in a goblet, and after taking a sip he asked, "Why did you summon us brother? I have more important things to do than listen to your politics. Of course, at least it's not about avenging our sister."
"And that's exactly what I'm going to talk about."
"I'm all ears."
"Sixteen years ago, Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark's bastard was born. I thought he was dead, but apparently he survived thanks to Ser Arthur Dayne and his sister."
"The damned man. I should go to Essos and kill them all."
"It would be the end of you. The boy is a fearsome warrior and above all, he has a young dragon, who grows very quickly. And he has Daenerys Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen with him."
"A dragon?" Arianne asked, with surprise, and he could hear an excitement in her voice.
"Where is he?" Oberyn asked, ignoring Arianne's question, and with some anger.
"Myr. And that's where you're going, with the terms of our alliance."
"Alliance!? You want to make an alliance with the bastard of the woman who humiliated our sister?"
"Yes," Doran replied. This was the biggest opportunity of their lives. It was even better than the one with Viserys Targaryen. Arianne's son will command a dragon and through him, Dorne will rule the world.
"I will bring the terms of our House, Father," Quentin replied, "after all, I must also meet my future wife, Daenerys.
"She wasn't part of the agreement, boy. So she's not your betrothed."
"But the bastard doesn't know, does he, Father?"
"Yes. So be it. You will go as our envoy. But don't try to do anything stupid."
And Doran heard his daughter laugh. "What is it, Arianne? Did I say something that amused you?"
"Yes, Father. Entrusting something so big to Quentin. He will surely do something stupid that will cost us our heads. And maybe even an angry dragon at our doorstep."
"I wouldn't worry about that. Dorne is the only kingdom that can claim to have killed a dragon," Doran replied even though he knew Arianne was right. But he will still be the future Prince of Dorne.
"You'll be leaving in a month," Doran told Quentin. "Let the waters calm down. The king's eye is on Essos. We must not arouse suspicion."
Doran was sure that Tywin Lannister was doing something, and that's why he had to keep an eye out.
When his children left, Oberyn said, " With or without your permission I will go for Myr, brother. Know this. I intend to see it with my own eyes, the fruit of our sister's shame. "
"I thought you were against making your children pay for their parents' mistake."
"This is different. This is about our sister, her dignity and above all her respect. I intend to erase the humiliation she suffered at that tournament. And the only thing left of that damn tournament is the bastard who now rules over Myr."
"Brother, we don't know how things really went. "
"I don't care, Doran. I was at that tournament. And our sister will have justice." And Oberyn stormed out the room in fury. And feared that he may do something very stupid.
He sighed, and turning to Areo Hotha he said, "Double the castle guards. Let no one leave it without my permission."
He nodded and left.
Castely Rock
Jaime had left the capital as soon as the royal wedding ended. And Exactly the day before, King Robert dismissed him from his Kingsguard vows. And now he was riding towards what had always been his destiny, or at least it was what his father said and above all wanted.
And before leaving his father told him that he will have to marry Roslin Frey. A Frey. He couldn't believe that his father, the great Tywin Lannister, would make him marry a Frey.
'Who knows how ugly she will be,' thought Jaime. But after all, she was the only girl available, even though that family was full of girls and above all her father was in control of a very important strategic point when the war with the North will break out.
Tyrion opposed his appointment but his father silenced him, saying that he had more for him.
Instead, Cersei was the one who opposed the most, even threatening him. She told him that if he lay with Rosline she would kill both of them, but not before she cut off his cock because it was only hers. He was scared of her, but above all poisoned by their relationship. Jaime knew it was time to run away from her, or they would both die.
And now he had arrived at his destination. Castely Rock. On entering, Jaime heard the cheers of the crowd as they welcomed his return. And the soldiers shouting "The Young Lion is back", "The Lion of the Lannisters", "The Champion of Westerland." And Jaime smiled for these titles. But he knew he didn't have to put his head up. He had a task to do. Arming the Lannister army. Prepare it for war, and above all create new defensive towers along the walls of Castely rock, but also in other parts of the Region, for something special, but he didn't know about it.
When he arrived at the main courtyard of the palace, Jaime saw his uncle's Kevan waiting.
"Welcome nephew," greeted Kevan without a smile.
"Uncle," greeted Jaime on his way down from the horse. "I need, rest. It's been a long journey." And he headed inside the palace with his armor, heading towards his room. It was really nice to be here again. At home.