Notes:
I know that it was so long since I updated this story, and I'm sorry. As I said in the note of the chapter of my other Story, I started a job, in November, and I'm working in three different shifts, which is very hard because this is also my first Job and temporary one before I continue with the university. So I had less time to write, especially when I work at night. But If you see that the story isn't updated in a long time, don't worry it isn't abandoned.
Now WARNING regarding this chapter: It has a lot of smut and HEAVY INCEST. And wasn't
beta readed.
Chapter 22: The Mothers of Dragons
Myr
Jon was in a partially darkened room, illuminated by what seemed to be only the moonlight. Looking around Aenar realized he was in their room, and he was in Ghost's body. Suddenly, while he was in Ghost's body, he saw a man enter through the window, and immediately left Ghost's body, waking up. Grabbing Blackfire, Aenar was ready to fight, but Ghost immediately jumped on the man, attacking him at the neck and tearing it apart. Aenar rushed toward the man and saw that he was dying, so he stabbed him in the heart. Looking at the corpse Aenar saw that there was no emblem, and now that he's dead he won't know who sent him.
"Aenar," he heard a soft, sleepy, confused voice, "Stay there, " said Aenar, but he saw Rhaella approaching him, and stopping, "Who is he?"
"An assassin. Someone who wanted to kill us. But Ghost killed him. I'm going to give the alert, and have the men search the palace."
And he left the room to go to the soldiers.
Finding Arthur and Barristan awake, Jon sent them to Daenerys and Rhaella, then headed to the rooms of Ashara, Arya, and the other children.
When he arrived at Ashara's room, he knocked, and when Torrhen opened, he said, "There has been an attack at the palace. An assassin has been sent to kill us. Go to my room, with guards."
Then he headed to Arya's room. Knocking, at his cousin's door, he found her sleepily, stroking her eyes, to wake up better. "Aenar..."
"No time to argue," and took her by the hand, heading for her room. "In the bed next to Rhaella and Daenerys." And Arya headed despite the protests, curling between his two lovers.
"Arthur, with me. Barristan, don't let them out of your sight." And he left the room again, with Ghost inside and twenty more guards, and then headed to the war and council hall.
On entering he saw that his captains were already inside.
"Has the whole palace been searched?"
"Yes. There's no sign of anyone else," Ethenaine replied. "Apparently he was alone."
"The body was examined, and it seems he was a Faceless Men," said Arthur.
"Robert Baratheon or Tywin Lannister," Aenar whispered, more to himself, but still so that they hear him. He was angry, furious. They hired the Faceless Men to murder him and his family. His fury will strike them even more once he lands in Westeros, and Tywin will die in terrible suffering.
"Maybe. But there are many who want you dead now that the fleet of Tyrosh and Lys have been defeated. The free Cities are fearing that you will turn your attention to them, so they may make the first move. After all the Good Masters are very rich and can afford them," Ethenaine said.
Aenar does not respond, because that was the truth and when he will be back from Old Valyria, he will march on Tyrosh while blocking with the remaining fleets Lys so that they do not help each other.
"Tomorrow I will leave for Volantis, to hatch the three Dragon's eggs, and then for Old Valyria. You keep on training the recruits, and on building ships. My mother Lady Ashara and her husband Torrhen will perform their former roles as counsellors, but with the addition that they will rule in my stead. So inform them of everything." They all nodded even though they disagreed, especially Ethenaine.
When he left the room, he walked to Alyssa's chamber and saw the guards at the door, who let him pass when they saw him. He knocked, and once inside he saw that she was lying on the bed.
"Are you all right?" asked Aenar, a little worried.
"Morning sickness," she said, and he was confused.
"I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant? And whose is the baby?" asked Aenar, but then he remembered the night of the feast, she and Robb were quite involved. "Robb, isn't it?"
She nodded, and hold the pillow to herself, " But it doesn't matter, he will have his life in Westeros as a great Lord, and I will have my life when I return to Essos after you win the throne, and I will raise my child in the Company."
"You know it doesn't have to be that way, Alysa. I can legitimize you, make you a Stark, give you a title and a castle, with ownership..."
"No, dear cousin. I lived as a Sellsword for almost all my life until now. It's the only life I know and it's the only life I'll have. I'm not fit to be a Lady of a Castle or whatever the women of that castle do.
continent. And no matter who my father was, my name is Snow. I'm a bastard and that's my identity."
Aenar sighing, nodded, and sat on the bed, "Robb reached Winterfell, and told the family the truth about you," and she immediately got up sitting.
" What?"
"He wrote that he does not intend to contract any marriage until you and I will land in Westeros," said Aenar, not mentioning the part that this was more of Lord Stark's idea, his uncle. He was, in fact, waiting for news about whether Alyssa was pregnant or not, despite Lady Stark's constant protests. "Alysa, he is in love with you, and he would really want to marry you if you agreed."
"Love," Alysa said chuckling, looking down at her hands that were on her belly. "What a strange word. It so easy to say it, and yet is so difficult to show. He thinks that one night made him found his true love."
"Never heard of Love at first sight? Trust me I know. And If you hadn't returned his love you would have got rid of your baby."
"No!" she said in a firm and angry way, and Aenar knew that he made a wrong step with that, "No matter the father of my child, I would never get rid of him."
Aenar nodded, and said, "I will write to him..."
"No! Cousin don't tell him I'm pregnant," she said, taking his hand.
"What?" he asked, believing he had not heard well.
"Don't write to him that I'm pregnant. Promise me!"
"But Robb has the right to know. the baby is his too," said angry Aenar.
"No! He doesn't have to know. Promise me!" she said with a hard look and shaking her hand.
"All right. For now, I won't tell him anything," he replied, and then get up, "but as soon as we get to Westeros, you'll tell him. And that is my command as King, or I'll tell him." And he headed for the angry exit. He did not want to be forced to lie to Robb, considering the bond and friendship that they have formed in the last months. But Alyssa also was his relative, his cousin, and they too become very close in this period. Gods in what a situation he got himself into. Before he left, he said, "Keep your men sober and ready. On my return from Volantis, we will march on Tyrosh." And he left the room heading towards his own with Arthur always escorting him in silence.
Upon entering, he said to those who were present, interrupting their conversations, "Tomorrow we will leave for Volantis, with the dragon eggs, and 10 ships as an escort." Then turning to Arya, seeing that she had a smiling expression on her face and was about to say something he immediately said, "You will stay here, and you will do everything Ashara says, do you understand?"
"But..."
"No buts. And don't try to leave the palace in secret. I will give orders to the soldiers to not let you out of sigh. If you have to train you will do so in one of the halls, with Nymeria protecting you, and trusted guards, under the surveillance of Ashara and Torrhen, "and she crossed her arms, looking at him with a defiant stare, and he, crossing his arms, looks at her with the same stare. By all gods, this little girl will drive him mad with these rebellious ways. He should send her straight to Winterfell.
"The palace is now safe, Arya. Come on, let's let them discuss their journey," said Ashara, and everyone left the room, but Arthur and Barristan were at the door.
He saw that Rhaella and Daenerys were changing, while Aenar lay down on the bed, to rest for a while, as his sleep was interrupted by last night's episode.
"So the Lannister and the Usurper made their move," said Daenerys, returning dressed, and sitting on the bed. Aenar, stroking Ghost under his ears, who had his head put on his lap, which in the meantime got on the bed, replied, "I don't think that's Tywin's move. My spies tell me he has other things to do. Maybe the Faceless Men were hired by Robert or by the Free Cities."
"Don't underestimate Tywin Lannister, Aenar," Rhaella said, returning dressed as well. "Your grandfather underestimated him and look how it ended."
"I'm not Aerys Targaryen. And Tywin Lannister never met me."
"And you've never met him. He yearns for his blood on the Iron Throne and will do everything in his power to keep it. He wanted your father to marry his daughter, Cersei, but Aerys refused. And that's why he had Elia and her children killed."
"And he will pay for it when I land in Westeros. He will witness the fall of his House as you did, and he will see their extinction."
"Do not trust your spies Aenar. A man is very easy to corrupt, remember that," Rhaella said leaving the room, and he knew it was true. Maybe the news they gave him was false, maybe they were true, but they had to act anyway.
"So tomorrow we're leaving for Volantis," said Dany, getting more on the bed and leaning his head on his chest.
"Tonight. But how are you feeling? Are you better?"
"Yes," she replied, hugging him, and he was playing with the locks of her hair with his fingers. "What do you mean tonight?"
"Rhaella's right. Spies can't be reliable, and there are spies in the city belonging to the enemy so I prefer to leave with the shadows."
After some silence, Daenerys asked, "In the near future, when we have a baby, what would you like? Boy or Girl?"
He, looking down into her eyes, said, "Twins," he wanted both a boy and a girl. And he already had names he would like to give them, with Daenerys' agreement of course.
"Twins. I like it. And do you already know what to name them?"
"Yes, but I want to hear your first," said Aenar kissing her on the forehead.
"Rhaegar and Lyanna. Like your parents. Yours?" she asked looking up.
"Shiera, if it's a girl, but if it's a boy I don't know yet. There are so many names that House Targaryen has."
"A beautiful little girl with straight, dark hair, purple eyes..."
"Beautiful as her mother," said Aenar, and Daenerys chuckled.
"And a young boy with curly silver hair, gray eyes..."
"And as handsome as his father," she said, kissing him on the lips.
Aenar chuckled. They were still young to be parents, but their status required it. And when that day comes and the gods grant him a child, he will love him very much. Robb will soon become a father, but Aenar still didn't want to tell everyone that Alyssa was pregnant.
"Now let's go and get ready for the trip."
King's Landing
"Lord Hoster Tully, you have been summoned to court to answer for the accusations made against your daughter, Lady Lysa Arryn, by the Crown Prince Orys Baratheon, for the murder of the King's Hand, Jon of House Arryn," said Robert, while Tywin Lannister stood to his left.
"Your Grace, I do not see what I have to do with the actions of my daughter and her lover."
Lover. " So you knew about the secret relationship between Baelish and Lady Lysa Arryn?"
"Yes, your grace."
"And why didn't you speak before?"
"Because I knew it was over, your grace. But still, I don't see the relevance in that."
Robert was losing patience with this story. He had such a great desire to break heads.
"Lord Tully, your daughter refused to appear before the Court and answer for the accusations. The king will now be forced to gather an army and march on the Vale," Tywin Lannister said.
"So you ask me if I am ready to rebel against the Crown to defend my daughter. Well, it depends on her fate, your grace."
"Fate!?" Robert shouted, standing up with the hammer in his hand. "I'll have the head of that traitor whore on a spike!" he was furious. "You have two minutes to decide."
Sighing, and looking down, Hoster Tully, "I won't. I will not rebel against the Crown."
And Robert stormed out of the Throne Room, heading toward his room.
Once inside, Robert threw the table that was near the door, because of his anger. He will take the heads off all the Tully and Stark and of that bastard Dragon Seed, son of a rapist.
After drinking 4 cups of wine to try to extinguish the rage, he saw Cersei, Varys and Tywin Lannister enter.
"I want the heads of those damn throats on the spikes of the Red Keep!" Roared Robert, sparking his anger again.
" You need to have patience, your grace, in less than a month the mercenaries will set sail in secret for Dorne, and Lord Yronwood has begun to earn the loyalty of some Dornish families that are plotting against the Martell," Varys said but he was tired of all this talking and planning. Robert wanted some action. Or rather he just wanted to drink, hunt and fuck until the end of his days. He never thought that wearing the crown would be so hard. Apart for the young girls that he can fuck every night and the large quantities of wine he drinks; the other things are boring.
"When Sunspear falls and the city is entrusted to someone else, like for example Prince Tommen and his future wife, when they come to age, I'll tell Jaime to march with an army to Riverlands, while Tyrion and Prince Orys will go to the Vale to meet with Lord Royce and Harrold Hardyng at the borders. You, instead, will call to court the most loyal lords and expose the plans of defense of Westeros. And win the loyalty of the others with some lies regarding the Targaryen. And you must tie again your relationship with your brother, Stannis, so he will not change side, or worse try to usurp you as king."
Hearing the name of Stannis, Robert began to laugh, putting more wine in his goblet. Stannis never forgave him for denying him the Stormlands and giving him Dragonstone. That damn bastard will surely soon plot against him. But since everything was already planned and the Hand of the King is preparing the defenses of his kingdoms, Robert can now go and fuck in peace, "Leave now!"
Everyone except Cersei left the room, and after drinking the wine he said, "You're still here."
"I'm still here," she replied, and Robert offered her a drink.
After a little silence in which they drank and watched each other, Cersei said, "You know that Hoster Tully will betray you, don't you?"
" Possibly. But Varys is watching him."
After drinking his goblet with a mouthful, Robert had a great desire to fuck someone, and when he was about to get up, he heard Cersei ask, "What was she like?"
"Who?" asked him confused.
"Lyanna Stark. The woman that hunted all our marriage." He knows that she feels shadowed by his Lyanna. Hell, every time he was sleeping with her, it was Lyanna that he imagined, not her. But he was taken aback by her question.
"You've never asked about her, not once. Why now?"
"Considering the all recent news regarding the treat that we will face from Essos, I think it's time to hear about her."
Robert, taking a look inside his glass and feeling how the wine made horrible memories reappear, but never the face of the young girl he fell in love a long time ago. looking at his wife, he said, "You want to know the horrible truth? I can't even remember what she looked like. I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted. Someone took her away from me, and the Seven Kingdoms couldn't fill the hole she left behind." And he finished his cup in a gulp, drawing the bad memories of that damn man whit it.
"And how does it make you feel that she has given herself to Rhaegar Targaryen and not to you. That she bore his son and not yours. Is it destroying you inside? Does it make you suffer or are you indifferent to it?"
This Woman. Roberta hated her more and more and every time she opened her mouth, she spits poison on those he loved. And filling the heads with these poisons, especially of his cursed of a son Joffrey, who made him lose his oldest friend. The brother he had chosen a long time ago.
"He is not Lyanna's son."
"The stories that are running have a different sound. Aenar Targaryen, son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark."
"He is not her son!" roared Robert slamming the hand against the table almost breaking it in half. "He is the Bastard of Rhaegar Targaryen!" he said with disdain to the name.
"And by telling you that, does it make you feel better?" She continued and Robert felt even more furious and was about to explode.
"Stop banging her name and calling that bastard her son!"
And she immediately closed her mouth, drinking her wine, and amidst the anger that was clouding his sight, Robert saw how she trembled for a moment.
"Are you afraid of him?" she said after some silence.
"No!" he replied, putting more wine back into his giblet. But then, looking up and toward her, he said. "But I'm afraid of his army, which is immense."
"Immense?" chuckled Cersei, and Robert leaned against the back of the chair. "20,000 men and a small dragon are not enough to conquer the Seven Kingdoms."
"20,000 veteran Sellswords who have made their lives the art of war. Trained in our tactics and who have always fought wars in Essos since the company was formed. 200 War elephants, an animal never faced in Westeros before. Another 10,000 Sellswords belonging to a Northern Bastard whore. More than 100,000 Dotracky screamers who have fought wars in Essos all their damn life and only a madman would face them in the open field. And a fucking Dragon that only the gods know how big it is."
"And who told you these numbers? Varys? They're just lies. We can gather more than 200,000 well-armed men from the lords of the six kingdoms. They are led by a sixteen-year-old boy with no experience. We, on the other hand, can count on the brightest military minds of the Six Kingdoms..."
"Ah, arrogance and confidence. Traits you share with your father. Tell me what's the biggest number, five or one?"
"Five," she said, shaking her head and smiling. And at that moment Robert said showing his open hand, "Five," and then his fist, "One. Three armies under one commander, with one goal. The Iron Throne. Our only luck is that he has no ships to cross the Narrow Sea. He needs almost 500 ships. Maybe more. And he doesn't even have 100."
"So, we have to corrupt the pirates and all those who have the ships so that they don't join him."
"Yes. You women are so perceptive, reduce everything to mere words." And he began to laugh to mask the terror he has for that army. Then he seriously added, "But if that damn Dragon seed lands in Westeros, the two hundred thousand men you want to gather will become ashes. He has an army that has fought a thousand battles. We on the other hands don't have even a purpose. Everyone wants something without giving nothing. And Our stabs in the back don't make soldiers and warriors. We haven't faced a real war in 9 years."
"So, we will face our doom," she said, finishing the goblet of wine. Then she stood up and walked towards the door, thoughtful, but before leaving she said, "I loved you once, Robert. Was there ever any chance that you would return my love?"
"No," replied Robert lowering his gaze and feeling horrible about admitting that. His life was a misery having lost the woman he loved. But with this marriage, he made her life also a misery. The cruel truth that he never wants to admit was that even in death Rhaegar Targaryen won, and this made him even more angry.
Cersei left the room, and Robert put more wine in his goblet. After this conversation, he needed to hunt, not fuck. And as he got up, he headed out of the room to go and get ready.
After the meeting with the king, Hoster rushed straight to his room to prepare his departure in secret. He was sure that once the king and Tywin Lannister have deposed his daughter and his nephew, they will turn their attention at him, taking away his title of Lord Paramount of the Trident, and giving it to Walder Frey, now that soon Tywin Lannister's son will marry a Frey, and as a result, a future nephew could take the place of the old Frey. Hoster had to act immediately, and the first move was to go to his eldest daughter and her husband, Eddard. Considering the recent rumors regarding that the Targaryen Boy of Essos is his nephew, Hoster may have a Dragon on his side, and who knows that even more. A Targaryen Princess for Edmure, if he plays his cards well as he did before the Rebellion.
"Owen, ask for news in the harbor for any ship that leaves for the North."
"Yes, my lord," he replied. Owen was the captain of his guard and Hoster trusted him almost blindly.
When the evening arrived Hoster was ready to leave for the North, having found a ship heading there with men for the Night's Watch, but at that very moment he saw the Golden Cloaks coming.
"Lord Hoster Tully. You are accused of plotting against the king, with your son-in-law, the Lord of Winterfell, Eddard Stark, and your daughter, Lady Lysa Arryn. We ask you to follow us."
"I have not betrayed the king, and I certainly will not allow you to drag me into your dungeons," said Hoster, putting his hand on the hilt of the sword. And so did those who were with him, the Tully guard.
The golden cloaks pointed the spades at them, and Hoster knew they had little chance. And he had even less, but he'll try anyway.
"Before we kill you all, I want to know the name of my attacker?" asked Hoster, pulling out the sword, and so did his guards.
"Ser Janos Slynt, Lord Commander of the Golden Cloaks." responded the man, and shouting then, "Attack!"
And some of the enemies threw their spears, killing many from his escort, who had no shields.
When chaos was in the corridors, and his men were fighting, Owen shouted, " Take to safety, Lord Tully!"
And while he was defending himself from some Golden Cloaks, two of his men rushed to him. "Come on, my lord," and they began to make their way towards the exit while the others were holding back the Golden Cloaks.
There were more Golden Cloaks outside, and his remaining men ran to stop them, while Hoster, helped by one of his men, climbed on one of the horses that were there, and then rode away, through the city and towards the harbor.
"Stop!" shouted Hoster, whom some men were loading and unloading from a ship. " Is this the ship that leaves for the North?"
"Not anymore. King's orders. No ship must leave the port because there are traitors at court."
"I will pay you double if you leave for the north. And I will give more men for the Night's Watch"
"Hmm... Are you in a hurry, my lord? Are you the traitor? I could sell you to the king for a large amount."
"Three times the price you usually ask for a nobleman if we leave now."
"Considering that you are in a hurry and that from what I can see you are a very important person, and therefore very rich. I want five big bags full of gold."
"All right. Once I'm on my land I'll get you this promised gold," replied Hoster, giving a small sachet of gold.
"Let's hurry now," said Hoster, and the Captain gave the order to abandon everything and set sail.
He saw the City of King's Landing in the distance, and heard the bells ringing, while Hoster, putting his sword away, was taken to the cabin where he will be staying.
Volantis
Their ships were entering Volantis and Daenerys noticing the large number of ships.
"It's a great power Volantis. Don't you think they' ll try to attack you when they' ll want to cut the deal with you?" Daenerys asked Aenar.
"Yes. As soon as I leave Essos, the Cities will unite and attack Westeros, weakened and without a fleet, wanting to bring slavery to Westeros as well. Especially thanks to their help, or more precisely the one who are behind Illyrio."
"Illyrio?"
"Yes. But that is a story for another day."
Daenerys nodded and continued to look around, with her hand on her belly.
When they got off the ships with the three prisoners, they headed for the Red Temple, and Daenerys was very excited about it. Especially since she will soon have her own dragon. Of course, he will still be small, but she will be able to hold him in her arms, touch him, feed him, and bond with him.
Upon entering they were welcomed by a woman, who must surely be a Red Priestess, or so Daenerys thought. And she was a very beautiful one.
In fact, at that moment, the Red Priest who always accompanied Aenar, Alester Sarwyck, knelt before the woman, "Great Red Priestess".
"Brother Alester. I hope that everything has gone well so far with the young king."
" Perfectly." The man answered, with the hood still on his head.
It was Aenar who came forward, "I think you know why we are here, Lady Kinvara."
"Indeed, I know," replied the woman with a smirk on her face, looking to Aenar with lust. And Daenerys didn't like that, and she was sure that her mother didn't like it either, even though she hid it well.
As they passed through the great hall of the temple, Daenerys asked, "Do we need to know something, Aenar?" making a sign toward the woman.
"No," he replied, while keeping looking forward, "Kinvara offered to kill my enemies with dark magic. The only thing I had to do was lie with her. The blood of the king."
And hearing that, Daenerys dropped the subject, looking toward her mother, who took her hand and gave her a reassuring smile.
Arriving at the ritual room, she saw that there was a symbol on the ground.
Turning towards them, Kinvara said to her and her mother, "Take a knife and your eggs and go to the center of the symbol."
Her mother took the green egg while Daenerys took the black one, and Aenar also gave her that cream, which she smiled at. And both went to the center and Kinvara began saying a prayer in High Valyrian before the fire.
Then turning to Aenar she said, "Bring the Khal and his Bloodriders in." And Daenerys saw their soldiers bringing in the Khal and its Bloodrides, wounded and in chains. When they were brought into the middle of the room where the symbol was, the soldiers stabbed them in the legs, causing them to fall to their knees. And they tied the prisoner to a ring on the floor.
"I'll be back from the Nightslands, and I'll take your head, Westerosian." Daenerys heard the Khal shouting at Dothraki.
"And I'll send you back to hell again," shouted Aenar in Dothraki.
When the soldiers left, Daenerys saw Arthur hand over to Aenar something, or rather what looked like clothes.
"Cut your hands and let the blood drip on the eggs," said Kinvara.
They did it and suddenly they saw that the priestess threw a torch of fire on the ground that set the symbol on fire and with it the Dothraki. Daenerys felt a little warm but didn't burn, and she glanced toward her mother, who was felling the same. After the flames began to die out, she heard cracks and small roars. Looking down, there was a dragon with scales are black scales, horns and spinal plates blood red, and with eyes that were smoldering red pits. When he opened his mouth his teeth were black. The second Dragon, on the other hand, had mostly cream scales, while his horns, wing bones and spinal crest had the color of the gold. His teeth were shining black daggers, his claws were black and sharp, and his eyes were two pools of molten gold. The Dragons began to climb her legs. The Black one climbed on her shoulder, but the crem one, on the other hand, wanted to cudel in her arms. He was so cute. She noticed that they were naked when turning to her mother, she was standing there in all her glory with a young dragon in her arms, which was caressing him, and he was looking up to her.
He had the scales and wings jade-green, while his eyes, when he looked, toward her dragons, were bronze. He had black claws and teeth like black needles.
Aenar approached them and put the robes on their shoulders. The dragons immediately got off and approached each other, looking at each other.
"They're beautiful," said Aenar, "though they're different from Caraxes." And looking at them with curiosity.
"It's because they're Valyrians," Kinvara intervened. "As I told you when you came here with your egg, your dragon is one of the ancients. A race that inhabited the world before the coming of man, and extinct before Valyria was born, and that maybe, and I say maybe, is the last egg. But since you don't know where the egg comes from, you can't find out if there are others.
Aenar nodded, and asked, "Do you already know how to name them?"
"Rhaegal," replied her mother without thinking. "In honor of your father, my firstborn."
"And you Daenerys?"
Daenerys began to think. She had a lot of names in her mind. "Syrax and Silverwing."
"After the dragons of The Realm's delight and the Good Queen." And Daenerys smiled.
"Tomorrow we leave for old Valyria," said Kinvara, and they headed out of the temple, with dragons in chests, and heading towards an inn.
When they arrived, Aenar took a room for them and two more for Ser Barristan and Arthur.
After changing and feeding the little dragons, Aenar said, "Let's sleep now."
Ghardaq
They received news from Magister Illyrio that he and Viserys Targaryen had landed and were about to arrive at Ghardaq. Soon they will have their own dragons, and they will bend the world to their will.
The fresh air was coming in and Gagdara, slipping from under Grazdan's arm, headed for the balcony. The sun was rising over the water, the city was awake, and she closed her eyes and tasted the moment.
"Why did you get up?" She heard her brother's voice, wrapping his arms around her waist, and starting to kiss her on the neck and along her shoulder.
He then started to lower one hand down along her belly, reaching her already wet pussy.
"Gods, you are so wet," he said, beginning to caress her pussy. "When the Targaryen arrives, after I've had fun with him, I'll leave you the honor of giving him the last slit," whispered Grazdan, thrusting two fingers in her pussy. She smiled, her eyes closed, her head fell backwards onto his shoulder, and she moaned at what she was feeling. After some thrusts into her pussy, he stopped, and she opened her eyes immediately.
With one arm under her knees and one around her waist, Grazdan lifted her up, carrying her to the bed, and laying her down on her back.
Then kissing her on the lips, he positioned himself between her legs, and she could feel how his cock was touching her wet pussy. With a single powerful thrust, Grazdan entered into her almost fully, and she closed her eyes for the contact, and he started to fuck her wildly, slamming her against the bed.
She opened her thighs more, and he went even deeper, while she had her hands on his ass, touching him. Between the kisses and the thrusts, Grazdan said, "I want a son!"
Hearing that tears started to come down from her eyes as he was fucking her because that is what she too wanted. After a few more thrusts he spent himself deep inside her, spilling all his seed, and she prayed that it would take root. He was lying over her for a few minutes catching his breath, and she caressed him.
He then lifted himself and began to look at her for a moment, cleaning the wet tears that were on her check's sides, and then pull out of her, lying on the bed.
Gagdara, turning around, began to give a trail of kisses from his abs, up until his lips, though marking his neck. She was not stupid, she knew and saw how the women of their city lusted him and looked at him with burning desire, and she always smirked when these things happened and especially in seeing their envy, because she was the only one who was allowed to taste him and to have his seed, and she laughed when she marked him because that showed the world that he was already claimed. That he belonged to her.
Then she placed her head on his chest. She felt how his hot seed mixed with her juice was coming down from her pussy, and she smiled.
"I want to meet him," Grazdan said all of a sudden, while they were lying down.
"Who?" she asked, making circles with her fingers on her chest
"This Dragonlord, this Aenar Targaryen," he said, continuing to look upward. "I want to see his dragon. The tales say that he is quite special."
"And how are you going to meet him?"
"By joining his Kingsguard for a short time."
"What?" she asked, standing up and looking him in the eyes.
"What better way to take down your enemy than to be next to him," Grazdan replied, placing a hand on his hip, and beginning to lift it up, towards her breast, undoubtedly trying to distract her, but he continued, "Observe what his weaknesses are, who his friends are, and the people he loves."
"No!" she said firmly. She didn't like this idea, especially since he might not come back.
"I'm not asking for your permission. I'm just informing you about my plans."
"So what I think doesn't matter," she asked, removing his hand from her breast, and angered.
"For Old Ghis, woman. Of course, it's important what you think," he said sitting up and putting his hand on her face, "But how do you want to destroy that Valyrian bastard if we don't even know him?"
And she lowered her head knowing that her brother was right.
"When Aenar Targaryen conquers Westeros, he will turn his gaze towards us, because we will become the only force to oppose him. Of course, this will take a few years, but even his conquest will not be easy. And while he will make his conquest, we will make our moves, forging alliances with the Free Cities, and rebuilding my army that I lost during the search for Dragon's eggs. But not before I've got my vengeance on the usurpers of New Ghish."
Sighing, she said, "But that doesn't justify the fact that you want to go and meet him and become his Kingsguard, even if for a short time. A very dangerous role. If you go and don't come back, you'll leave me alone in this world."
"Trust me, little sister. I will return. I've always had it since we were children. And you won't be alone. Soon we'd have dragons," he said, kissing her on the lips, then getting up and dressing.
"Let's go meet Viserys Targaryen and give the reward to Illyrio."
Gagdara sighed and stood up.
As he was spinning his swords, Grazdan said, "I will make the Targaryen even more famous than they are now, when I will be marching upon the world with their heads on a spike, and under the banners of the harpy, starting with that of Viserys Targaryen." And he left the room, laughing.
Gagdara laughed too, but not for what her brother said, but because of his arrogance and his confidence. These two things will be his ruin one day, even though she always warns him.
He and Illyrio were approaching the city. It was very big with high walls almost impossible to cross. And mighty gates with what looked like winged women on the sides.
"The Harpy," said Illyrio, but Viserys ignored the comment. Soon he will have his army with which he will slaughter the bastard and take his dragon.
"In how many days will we be ready to depart."
"I don't know. Very soon, your grace."
Passing through the great gate, Viserys saw a small army deployed, just over 2000 men.
"Are these the men who will lead me to victory, Illyrio? They are a miserable handful." He said with disdain. The Bastard had 20 times more. Shaking the reins, Viserys rides quickly towards the Great Pyramid.
When he got there, Viserys with some difficulty got off the horse and saw a tall, muscular, long-haired man and other men dressed as what they were supposed to be priests. But he didn't give a shit about them. He only wanted his rightful army.
"Come. Emperor Grazdan and his sister Empress Gagdara are waiting for you in the Great Hall," said the priest, while the big man just looked at him with his own eyes.
Escorted through the corridors of the pyramid, Viserys was walking with his head held high. The pillars around them, all consisted of four harpies.
Entering a room, Viserys saw a lot of armed men, and at the bottom two figures one of whom was a young woman, and very attractive.
Once in front of them, Viserys saw the smirk on the woman's lips and felt irritated and heard Illyrio says, "I am pleased to introduce you, Viserys of House Targaryen, rightful King of the Andals, the Rhoynars and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm."
But the two did not respond and felt even more irritated by their silence, Viserys said, "It is customary to kneel when one is in front of a King and in front of the Dragon.
"You are neither a King nor a Dragon," replied the man.
"How dare you!" screamed Viserys pulling out his sword with his left hand. "I'll rip you apart from the neck to the balls!"
But then what happened shortly after was so fast that Viserys hadn't noticed, until he felt the pain, in his left arm and in the same leg. He was on his knees. Panic on his face and tears descending along his cheeks. Looking to the left with fear, Viserys saw that the one who was attacking him was the tall man. Grasping him by the hair and arm, and then the man who was next to the woman approached him, punched in the face. Viserys screamed, of pain, for the broken leg and arm, and now for the face. Then another punch and again and again, and after a few minutes, he felt nothing, except the taste of his own blood.
"This is for the ancient Ghis Empire, Valyrian, and which will reborn from your ashes." Whispered the man.
The woman approached him, and grabbing him by the chin she said, "Your blood will give life to my dragons!" and she gave him a kiss, on his bloody lips, before spitting into his face.
"Take him away. And prepare the ritual!" heard Viserys as they dragged him away, and he screamed, "Illyrio! Help me Illyrio!"
When the Valyrian was taken away, Gagdara began to laugh, and heard Illyrio Mopatis say, " Your Graces, now that I have fulfilled my part of the agreement that we have…" but did not finish talking, that her brother, Grazdan, cut off his head.
Looking toward her with an evil grin, he said, "His reward is served!"
"You're terrifying, Grazdan," she replied kissing him fiercely.
"Never kiss another man again, do you understand?" he said in an angry voice.
She didn't respond.
"Are these the famous Valyrians, dear sister? The race that claimed the Dragons?" asked her brother laughing. "If all of them are like this whiner, their ruin is near, and our victory will be even easier."
"Your arrogance and your confidence will be your downfall, brother. Aenar Targaryen is not like other Valyrians according to the stories that are fling around Essos, chanting his victories," she said, breaking the kiss. "He is cruel, ruthless, a warrior. And he's certainly not a monk. Don't underestimate him."
But Grazdan kept laughing, "A dragon without balls, dear sister. Like this one, I'm sure. After all, everyone knows that the Valyrian Women were the ones with the balls, and this Aenar uses the deeds of others to increase his fame. Now let's fuck."
"Leave sorcerers. And prepare the ritual for the dragons. Out!"
And once everyone was out, with one hand around his neck, Gagdara used the other one to unbelt his pants and drop them down. His dick went straight between her legs touching her pussy since they were close to each other. Feeling that she moaned, and Grazdan's hands ripped her dress off.
"It was my favorite," she replied biting her lower lip, while with her free hand she grabbed his cock. "Don't ever do that again, brother!"
But he didn't answer, in fact, he slapped her on the ass with both hands, and squeezed it so hard that it made her moan, Grazdan took her in his arms, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
With small steps, he took her against a pillar and thrust his cock deep inside her starting to thrust hard and very fast, fucking her against the pillar while she kept kissing him. And they fucked until the moment of the ritual came.
After dressing in an even more regal way, they headed for the temple of the sorcerers. She wore an Essosi dress, red, which covered her big breasts only frontally, leaving her side and back bare, and covered her ass completely, and in front just enough.
Her brother, on the other hand, wore a white, sleeveless Essosi tunic that uncovered his mighty chest in a "V" shape.
The temple of the sorcerers was dark, only lit by the torches. On the floor, there was a strange symbol, double, with full raised lines. One of the twin symbols was filled with a black liquid, while the other was empty.
In the middle, there was a large "X", and around it, circles were raised and only afterward did she realize that their eggs were on the circles.
"I ask you to cut off your palm and put blood in the ancient cup for the ritual. Both of you!"
She took the knife and cut off her palm, then her brother's, and then twisted it into the cup.
After a while, Gagdara saw... dragged, a screaming Viserys into the room. He was all beaten, tied up and wounded, then put on the "X" with his head down.
"Approach." Said the sorcerer, making also sign with his hand. Once there, Grazdan began to torturer Viserys, cutting fingers, nails, making signs of the harpy on his arms and legs, and then creating two wings on Viserys' chest.
The dragon blood, the Valyrian blood began to flow down along the body of Viserys, towards the eggs and beginning to fill the second twin symbol the empty one.
While Viserys was screaming for the pain and torture between the curses of Grazdan, Gagdara, tired of being on the sidelines, approached Viserys. At the same time, Grazdan pulled out Viserys tongue with pliers and cut it, and he made a scream of mighty throat, as even more blood came down.
"You've had enough fun," said Gagdara, taking the knife out of his hand. Her brother gave her a confused look.
Tearing off Viserys's remaining pants, his cock was smooth, and she took it in her hand and started stroking it quickly, while Viserys was screaming. Surely he realized what she wanted to do, but apparently not her brother, who grabbed her by the chin and said angrily, "What the fuck are you doing!" Looking her in the eye.
Instead, bringing the knife to his neck, she said, "Take your hand off me, or I' ll slit your throat." She saw his offended face, leaving the room enraged, while she continued to stroke Viserys' cock, that was hardening, but in terms of size, it was pathetic since it was really small compared to Grazdan's. She thought that the Valyrians were pretty big in those parts and very gifted. Seeing this one she was disappointed.
"If you want the ritual to succeed, the emperor must be here. Your union has been sealed and blood spilled on the eggs, but it will not succeed if he is not here." The leader of the sorcerers said.
Hearing that Viserys was about to spill, Gagdara cut off his cock, and he gave another powerful scream despite not having the tongue, and she put the cock in his mouth, then cut off his balls, while he tried to scream, even if he could not.
Cleaning and washing her hand, Gagdara said, "I'll be back," leaving the room and searching for her brother.
After some time, she found him on a balcony of the temple, with his hands crossed over his chest, looking out.
"I finally found you," Gagdara said, trying to hug him, but he stopped her before she could, "Stay away from me!" hissed Grazdan.
"Brother..." she said trying to touch him, but he moved away from her.
"It's over"
"What?" she asked, chuckling and with a confused expression. She didn't know that it would shake him so much.
"It's over between us, after what you've done." He answered calmly.
"Over? But it didn't happen..."
"You touched and stroked another man's cock."
"But..."
"No!" He cut her off by raising his hand, "I don't want to know what you did, but know it's over, I'll break our relationship. I wish you...happiness, sister." And he headed off, leaving a Gagdara speechless and heartbroken. Apart from the strokes and the touch, nothing serious had happened. She didn't suck him, and she certainly didn't have him inside. But if Grazdan thinks that he can get away from her, then he's wrong.
Once they both returned to the room, the sorcerer set fire to the symbol. Viserys tried to scream as he burned, but his cock was in his mouth, yet Gagdara kept looking at her brother with a broken heart.
After a while, she heard dragons roar. And looking toward the flames, she saw five dragons of different colors and the body of Viserys, burned.
Finally, they had their own dragons.
On the ship
It was their first night on the ship, traveling to Old Valyria. The wind was apparently on their side and now Aenar was heading towards their cabin, a bit drunk, after spending the evening with Arthur and Ser Barristan, who were telling their adventures. On entering, he saw Rhaella and Daenerys immersed in their cups of wine, laughing and talking. As soon as he entered, Aenar's cock was already hard from the vision he found himself in front of. Both women had loose hair, and they wore large, colorful night dresses.
"Aenar!" exclaimed Daenerys, trying to get up, but she lost a bit of control, "Sorry, I had too much wine," she said, and Aenar smiled, putting some wine in a goblet, and going towards the bed he sat in the middle of them. Aenar was really grateful that his tunic and pants covered his erection because his cock was very hard. As he moved his gaze between Rhaella and Daenerys, who were sipping from their glasses, he saw the lust in their eyes. Surely the wine has increased the lust.
After a little silence in which he finished his chalice, he felt Rhaella's hand on his face, who, turning him, captured his lips and kissed him passionately. Aenar, he could taste the Dornian wine on his lips, and the hand of Daenerys who began to caress him on his pants, and on his hard cock.
Aenar interrupted the kiss with Rhaella, and brought his attention to Daenerys, capturing his lips. And it was weird that he couldn't taste the wine on them, but something else. So it wasn't the wine to make her lose control before. She immediately increased the kiss, almost eating him, and dipped her hands in his hair.
Rhaella meanwhile began to unbutton his tunic, while he touched Daenerys' tits. "Gods, your tits are so ..." but he interrupted the kiss, and at the same time Rhaella stopped herself too.
As he was touching Daenerya tits, Aenar asked, "Are they bigger than when we made love a month ago?" And Daenerys became red, lowering her head with a smile, he wanted to ask again but was interrupted by Rhaella, kissing him again, then taking off his tunic completely, and pushing him on the bed.
Daenerys began to open his pants quickly, releasing his cock, and grabbing him. He got up a bit on his elbows, seeing how Daenerys looked at his cock and licking her lips, she began to stroke him. Jon groaned by the feeling, closing his eyes.
When he felt Daenerys stopping, Aenar suddenly opened his eyes and was surprised by what he saw.
Rhaella and Daenerys were kissing passionately as they began to take off their clothes, making them fall to the ground. Now they were as naked as the day they were born, but apparently, they forgot about him for a moment, because while kissing they started to touch each other's pussy with their hands, while with the free ones they touched their tits. Aenar got up on his elbows, and with his troubling cock, he started to look at them. What a scene, and what a vision. Surely the wine gave courage to this initiative, from Rhaella's side more, and if they wanted to give him a heart attack they were almost succeeding. Breaking their moment, they both turned towards him, and while they were still hugging, Rhaella said with a smirk, " It seems our young dragon feels shaded!
"Oh, poor little dragon!" Daenerys answered with a smirk.
"Oh don't worry. I love what I'm seeing."
They smirked and approached him. Rhaella began to stroke his dick while he, taking Daenerys by the hand, said, "Come Daenerys, sit on my face. And when she did", Jon attacked her pussy.
While Rhaella, after stroking him for a while, she took him in her mouth.
Daenerys moaned, and he could tell that she was squeezing her eyes and biting her lips for pleasure. He could also hear her moanings, and when he inserted and began to thrust two fingers, she was crying of pleasure silently. He loves the pleasure that Rhaella was giving him with her mouth, and her skills since their first time she did improve a lot especially considering that in her youth she never did this. Aenar could feel the warmth of Rhaella's mouth, the saliva coming long his coke, how her tongue was stroking over his coke, as she moved her head up and down his member and how the head of his cock was reaching the back of her throat, and she was gagging. After a while, she comes all over his mouth.
And At that moment he too came, spilling into Rhaella's warm mouth, deep in her throat. When Daenerys got off him, she lay down beside him, breathless, and so was he. Rhaella continued to suck him, finishing him off and cleaning him with her tongue, then climbing on the bed, she sits over Daenerys, with her knees on the sides, and her pussy almost touching Daenerys belly, Rhaella began to kiss her, and Aenar could see hanging Rhaella breast over Dany's chest and Gods they were beautiful. The time keep going, but her beauty, the Valyrian beauty remains the same. That is and aspect that Rhaella and Dany had in commune.
"Gods I can taste you on her mouth," said Daenerys and his cock was hardening again. As Jon got up, he told Daenerys, "I want to fuck you."
And she smirked. Rhaella on the other hand, lay down on the bed, opening her legs, and Daenerys, got in the middle of them, begin to stroke her pussy with her thumb, and pointing her ass upwards.
"Gods, you have such a beautiful ass," said Aenar, caressing the cheeks, her back, her sides, and then with his hand, he starts to stroke her pussy.
Taking his cock, Aenar brought him to her entrance, and with a powerful thrust, he entered her.
"It feels so good to be inside you. So hot, it's like being home," and he started to thrust in her, while she, with one hand, opened the lips of Rhaella's pussy, licking and inserting her tongue.
Rhaella, moaned, while touching her tits, squeezing them, and squeezing her nipples, and Daenerys too, moaned while he was thrusting in her, increasing the rhythm, and holding her by the thighs. His Dany was crying of pleasure, between the leaks of Rhaella cunt, and the same was doing Rhaella when Daenerys began to thrust her finger inside her. Aenar continued to thrust, in her like a wolf on his other half, bending down, with his chest on her back, and his hands hugging her. Her breasts were jumping, and hitting his arms, and with one he took one of Danys breasts in hi hands, to hold them steady.
After a while Aenar stops, and so did Dany and Rhaella, looking towards him in a question way, and he took out his cock from inside Dany.
Climbing onto the bed he placed himself between Rhaella's thighs, telling Daenerys, "Sit on Rhaella's face, facing me." Dany did, and Rhaella started licking her. Aenar, meanwhile, stroking the head of his cock for a while at Rhaella's entrance, and feeling her juice, he entered her with a single thrust, starting to fuck her fast, holding her by the hips, while kissing Daenerys.
Continuing to thrust into Rhaella, Aenar, leaving Rhaella's hips and grabbing Daenerys by the hips, he brought her to him closer, kissing her fiercely, and this breaks what Rhaella was doing, for a moment. He brought one of his hands on one of her breast, squeezing it, and passing the thumb over her nipple, which was very hard. He adored her tits and will never be tired of them, and now that they were even bigger, he adored them even more. Aenar bent down to take it in his mouth, sucking it, and almost biting.
"Easy," said Daenerys, interrupting the moment, "I'm very sensitive."
He smiled leaving them, and after a few more thrusts, he said, "Rhaella, I'm about..." and he spilled inside her, and Rhaella arched her back. And at that same time Daenerys, to whom Rhaella started again to licks, also came for the second time.
All three were breathless, and lying on the bed, Aenar brought Rhaella and Daenerys on his chest, caressing their shoulder, as they rested their hands on his ABS.
"By the gods, Aenar, this was an unforgettable night," said Rhaella, and he chuckled.
"We will have many more like these, but now we need to rest, and prepare for what awaits us in Old Valyria." And if saying he was worried was a euphemism.
They drifted to sleep necked. He knows that Ghost was outside the door guarding it, so he can rest now with the lowered guard.
Aenar was on the dock of their ship watching the clear and starry night sky. He felt a strange attraction towards Valyria, he didn't know why. It was as if he was coming home, though to tell the truth, it was not a home. Just a ruin. But in Valyria there was also a darkness.
"Aenar, I thought I would find you in our bed," Rhaella said, approaching him and wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I couldn't sleep," he replied, "Daenerys?"
"Exhausted. But it's normal in her state."
"State?" Asked Aenar confused by what she said, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I'm saying meaningless things. I think I'm getting tired too," she replied, putting her head on his shoulder, and then adding, "especially after these magnificent nights I've spent," and then whispering, "I can't wait to have you inside me again, my dragon. And she brought her hand on his cock starting to stroke him while kissing.
"Please, Rhae, not here. There will definitely be someone watching."
"Rhae? So much confidence, young dragon. Now you give me nicknames."
"Considering I fuck you, yes."
" Then let's go inside and show me, how you're fucking me again," she said, taking him by the hand, but not to their cabin, rather somewhere else. Once inside, there was no bed in the room, just a few weapons and armours.
Rhaella locked the door, taking off her dress, freeing her beautiful breast, and then pushed him against the wall. She knelt down and lowered his pants, throwing them away, releasing his cock that immediately pointed in her face. In the meantime, he took off his top too, and throw it on his other cloths.
She took him in her hand and began to stroke him quickly, with a smirk on her face, and Aenar closed his eyes, groaning. Then Rhaella attacked his cock, sucking him like she never did before, while holding him by the hips, and taking him completely. He could feel how his dick went all the way to the back of her throat. Aenar looked down for a moment to look at her and caught her eyes that were on him, while she kept stroking her cock with one hand, holding it upwards, with the other she touched his balls and licked them, and then she was touching his abdominals, that had been formed after years of hard training as a sellsword.
She, taking him back in her mouth, continued to suck him, but Aenar instead, stopping her, and holding her by the head, firm, began to thrust her fast, until the back of Rhaella's throat... the saliva was gluing from the corners of her mouth, and she was gaging when he buried all his cock in her mouth. In the meantime, Rhaella brought one of her hands between her legs, rubbing herself, while the other placed it on her tits.
After a few more thrusts, he felt that he was coming, and holding her head, he spilled his seed in her warm mouth, and deep in her throat.
Then he felt down breathless, watching this beautiful woman, this Targaryen Queen that had Just sucked him, with the mouth full of his seed swallowing.
"I will never get tired of sucking your cock and swallowing your seed," Rhaella said with a smirk on her lips, cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand while she was sitting on the floor. Aenar chuckled and felt his cock return to life again and straighten out.
"Already?" she asked with a smirk glancing at his erection, and Aenar, began to approach her by walking on his hands and knees like a predator, and his cock straight. And once he was between her legs, she lowered herself, lying on the floor, largely opening her thighs.
While he was above her, with his arms on the sides of her head, Aenar began to move his hips a bit, brushing his erected cock against Rhaella's cunt looking into her eyes, and both moaned as the head of his cock touched her wet entrance.
"Gods you are so wet and ready for me to fuck you." and he continued to tease her, loving to see how she had her eyes closed and biting her lips.
"You're a teasing little bastard," Rhaella said between the moans.
Instead, capturing her lips, he said between the kisses, "And you're a little whore, eager to have my cock inside you."
"You..." but she didn't finish, that Aenar with a single thrust, he entered inside her, and at the same time captured her lips when she gasped. He stayed like that for a while, feeling how her hot, wet pussy was welcoming his cock.
Jon began to move his hips, with slow thrusts, while the walls of Rhaella's pussy began to tighten around his cock. He started to increase the pace of his thrust with more speed and more force, and she was moaning as she caressed him. On his face, his shoulder, his chest, his ribs and then, she brought her hand on her sensitive part of the pussy, between there body, stroking it quickly. Although she hadn't fucked in sixteen years, Aenar couldn't help but admit that Rhaella was really a great lover, and especially considering her age, she could with his hunger, and his youthful energies.
He was slamming her against the floor of the ship, with her opening the thighs more and more and him going deeper and deeper. She was screaming of pleasure so loudly, That Aenar was sure all the ships were hearing this. But when he was slowing down, Rhaella took him by surprise, flipped him on his back, and starting to ride him, furiously, while having her hands on his chest and starting to scream of pleasure with her eyes closed.
As she rode him, he placed his hands on his hips, and Aenar was enchanted by the vision that was riding him, especially by how her tits were jumping at the rhythm of her rides. He began to let his hands wondering along Rhaella's body, from her hips, up over the rib cage, and grabbing her firm breasts, squeezing them, and passing his thumb over her nipples.
"Gods, these tits. They are perfection. A trait that you have with your daughter," he said as she was riding him, and she smiles. he got up a bit, and captured one of them, sucking them and licking them.
"I'm about to..." and she cumed, landing on him. Aenar didn't yet spill, so he had a few more thrust on his part. As she was breathless over him, Aenar, raised Rhaella's ass a bit and started giving some quick thrusts. And after two more thrusts, rising up his hips, Aenar spilled all his seed deep in her, with a long scream.
And he stayed inside her, breathless, hugging her tightly, to him. She was smaller than him and slender, and Just like Dany, she fitted perfectly in his arms.
She stood up a bit, with her arms on his chest, and looking him in the eyes said, "I'm full of your seed, grandson. Between last night and tonight, I'm full."
"Do you like it, dear grandmother? That my seed has been spilled out in your very depths? Or walk, with my seed dripping down from your beautiful pussy?" he asked with a grin, stroking her breast side.
She moaned as she kissed him, and he caressed her ass and her body. It was nice to feel her body against him. Her soft, her scent of perfume of Essos, mixed with the smell of sex. He was really a lucky man to have them, and he will show it to them until the end of his days. Because they were his jewel, his family.
"I want to bread you. I want you to stop taking the moon tea, and give birth to my child," he said, between the kisses.
" What?" she asked, standing up.
"I want a child."
"You know that's too..."
"Alysanne Targaryen had a child when she was like you."
"Alysanne was some years younger."
"But the Valyrians benefit of magic. I'm sure if we try, you'll get pregnant."
"I've had more miscarriages than anyone else, Aenar, and trust me that it breaks my heart every time I lost a child. And of the three children, I gave birth only one is still with me and that's one of the most important things in this world for me, with you of course. You really think that my heart will survive if I lose one. You have to wait a few years, and I'm sure Daenerys will give you some beautiful children."
Not wanting to start a fight, Aenar resumed kissing her.
"Now it' s enough," she said, "Let's go back to Dany and get some sleep. We're reaching Old Valyria and we'll have to be rested."
"Maybe I want to fuck you all night," said Aenar, smelling Rhaella's hair, which smelled like flowers mixed with sex.
"You smell so good," he said. As she gets up, with her hands on his chest. His cock was still inside her, and Aenar said, "If I am still deep in you, I'll continue to fuck you."
And she gets up from above him completely and naked in front of him. Aenar could now admire her body in all its splendor. The body of a mature woman that he had fucked. Aenar could see his seed coming down her thighs, "Do you want to clean yourself?" he asked, while Rhaella was wearing her dress again.
"No," she said, licking her lips. And she threw his pants and tunic at him.
While dressing Aenar asked for a curiosity, that he had since that beautiful night, "Listen, why Daenerys breasts have grown so much."
"It happens," she said, crossing her hands in front of her chest, waiting for him to get dressed.
"In such a short time? It hasn't been long since we fucked last time and they weren't that big.
"You don't like them?" Rhaella asked with a grin.
"Of course, I do. What man does not like big breasts, but I was just curious," replied Aenar and they both left the room, running into Arthur and Barristan.
" We wanted to know if everything was all right, your grace. We heard some screams, and..."
"Go to bed Arthur," Aenar said with a smirk, putting his hand around Rhaella's waist and continuing to walk.
Back in their cabin, they shared on the ship, Aenar saw Daenerys naked on the sleeping bed, on her back. Her pussy in plain sight, with her little white hair on the shuttle, and her big tits that were rising and falling at the rhythm of her breath.
"May all the gods help me," he muttered to himself, and then, whispering to Rhaella in her ear, he said, " Tell me how I'm going to resist all night to... to... that perfect body, that is calling me?"
She only smirked, and went to the other side of the bed, taking off her dress, naked again, and lying on the bed. Locking the door, he turned to Ghost who looked at him curiously and commented, "Boy, I'm fucked." After stroking him behind the ears, and taking off his clothes, Jon lay naked, hugging Daenerys tightly, but feeling a strange swelling of her belly.
Shaking his head, he closed his eyes, bringing one of his hands over her tits.
The next morning, Daenerys woke up on the side, with Aenar's hand holding her breast, and his cock pointing into her ass. She smirched, and taking off his hand slowly, she turned him on his back, still slowly so that he wouldn't wake up. Taking a look at her mother, who was with her back turned towards her, Daenerys put herself between Aenar's legs, stroking them slowly, and she saw his cock how was throbbing with anticipation, and grabbing the cock she began to stroke him. He was very hard, long, and the head began to let out the precum, and she passed her tongue over it, licking it away while Jon moaned in his sleep. She smirked while he did it, and gave a slow lick to his member, from his balls to the head, while continuing to stroke him. The pregnancy made her want him even more than she wanted in the normal times.
After a few strokes, Daenerys took him in her mouth, feeling how good it was to have him, and she started to move her head up and down. Along his cock came down the saliva from her mouth.
Spitting on it Daenerys continued to stroke him, increasing the speed, and saw that Aenar was waking up, " By all the Gods, woman," he murmured, in a sleeping voice, and she resumed sucking him, moving her head up and down.
Daenerys stopped when she heard Arthur at the door saying, "Your Grace, we are approaching the island.
"Yes...," Aenar replied, as she took him in her mouth, "Thank you, Arthur," he added, and Daenerys could see in what torturous way he was. This made her smile, as she sucked him, while he started thrusting in her mouth first slowly, and then fast, rising his hips. She could feel how his cock was reaching the back of her throat as he was thrusting in her.
"I'm about to..." he said whispering, holding her head in place, spilling all his seed into her throat. Daenerys tried to swallow as much as she could, but it was too much, and the saliva mixed with his seed, was coming down from the corners of her mouth over his member.
Then she continued to suck him until he was finished and cleaning him up. Daenerys rose upwards, leaving a trail of kisses along his body. Now she was lying on top of him completely, with her big breast pressed against his strong chest, and kissing him. She could also fell how her pussy was touching his cock.
"I'll return this favor," he said, " but now it is time to get up."
After kissing him a little more Aenar got out of bed while she watched his magnificent shapes, and especially his perfect ass. She bit her lower lips and squeezed her legs to prevent any burst of pleasure. After he cleaned himself up with a cloth and got dressed he said, "Wake up Rhaella. Gently," and he left the room. Daenerys turned to her mother and began to caress her and whisper, "Wake up mother. We're getting nearer Valyria."
She began to open her eyes, and Daenerys began to kiss her on the lips, while one hand began to travel to her pussy.
"I can taste him on your mouth," she said, placing her hand on Daenerys' head, and she slipped two fingers into her mother's pussy.
Old Valyria
When they reached the coast of the island, they all landed.
"Prepare the baskets. I will show you the materials to take and carry them back to the boats. The others will have to stay here and keep their eyes open. There are many dangers on this island, be warned."
And they started their way to the temple.
As they crossed the ruined streets, with skeletons on the sides, and destroyed houses, Aenar saw with the tail of his eye the exciting and amazed expression of Daenerys and Rhaella and said, looking forward, "They held each other close and turned their backs upon the end. The hills that split asunder and the black that ate the skies; The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned; Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes. A fly upon a wall, the waves the sea wind whipped and churned-"
"The city of a thousand years and all that men had learned; The Doom consumed it all alike, and neither of them turned." Finished Rhaella, and he turned toward her. She smiled and added, "I'm a Targaryen, and I was a queen. You really thought I didn't know this story and these verses."
"You're still a queen," replied Aenar, looking forward again.
" You can still feel the Doom of Valyria," Rhaella said. "And the Stonemen."
"They should be on the other side of the island," Aenar replied, not wanting to worry too much, but that doesn't change the fact that they were still on the alert. When the time comes, he will cleanse the great ruins of the Stonemen with fire.
When they arrived in front of the temple Aenar heard his two future queens gasping and Daenerys says, "What a magnificence."
"Yes. So now Daenerys, you'll be the first to enter with..."
"Syrax and Silverwing, they both will enter with me!" she said firmly, and Aenar nodded, watching her take the two dragons in her arms, and heading towards the entrance of the temple. He didn't miss Kinvara's action, who whispered something to Rhaella, who with the same posture and impassive attitude, nodded and looked towards the temple, seeing the temple doors close behind Daenerys.
Approaching Rhaella, and wrapping his arms around her waist, Jon began to kiss her, along the neck, and the earlobe. Rhaella moaned, closing her eyes as he did.
"What did Kinvara whisper to you?" Aenar asked, with a smile.
"Nothing you need to worry about," she replied whispering, caressing his arms that hugged her.
After some silence, Aenar turned her around, so she could look him in the eye and said, "I want to tell you a very important story." Taking a breath, as he caressed her cheek, he said, "'When Valyria was at its height, there were two families that had more power than the others. The members of these families entered this temple with their newborn dragons and the gods gave them power creating a great bond between dragon and rider, apart from blood." He saw how Rhaella listened to him attentively, so he continued. "But it could only be used and accepted once in a lifetime. For this motive, it was really important to choose the right moment. Who was young did not get any change in appearance, but in spirit and strength. Instead, the Dragonlords that were old or have passed their prime, and that haven't used that kind of power, yet, were rejuvenated, half their life."
"So you're telling me, I'm going to get younger?" asked Rhaella confused and seriously, and Aenar didn't know if this was a good or a bad thing.
"Yes. You see: There was a Dragonlord, Aerion Belaerys, who was the one who brought to his knees the Old Empire of Ghis. He was one of the strongest Dragon lords that ever existed in Valyria, the best commander and warrior. When Ghis wanted to conquer them, he was old, but he never used the power of the gods. And when the time comes and the people need him, he went to the temple and asked the gods to give him that power. When he came out of the temple, he was younger and even stronger. With his dragon, Blackwings, he set fire on the Empire of Ghis."
"And tell me, how did his dragon get into the temple?"
"He didn't. Aerion took a tooth of his dragon and thanks to the magic Valyrian, the gods strengthened their bond.
"I understand. So, the gods will strengthen my bond with Rhaegal and make me younger, right?" she asked, with a smirk on her lips, but Jon seriously replied, "Yes, but remember that not everyone can achieve this power, only the most deserving one. He or she who is not worthy dies'."
And Aenar saw the worry on Rhaella's face and the fear, "So if I'm not worthy I'll die?"
"You're worthy, Grandmother. I know you are. I know your heart and your goodness. And I know that you have been and still are a great queen, despite that madman of my grandfather. Just be yourself when you're in the presence of the Gods of Valyria." He answered giving a peck on her lips.
She nodded and saw Daenerys coming out of the doors. In appearance, it hasn't changed, but from what it could be seen from the expression, she has. A strong expression, like a real queen, with the two dragons that lifted in the air. Aenar was falling in love with her again. He will have to ask her what she saw.
"It's your turn, Rhaella," he said, and as he saw her take a breath, she headed toward the temple.
"Calion, Calion..." heard Aenar, a voice coming from the heart of the island, while he was with Daenerys waiting for Rhaella to come out of the temple.
"Son of light... Dragon eye..." Aenar was very confused and didn't know what was going on, because apparently, no one else was hearing this.
"Are you okay, Aenar?" Daenerys asked, looking at him with confusion.
"Daenerys, stay here. I'm going to look for something," he replied.
"But..." He cut her off with a kiss on her lips. "If I don't come back by sunset, go to the ship and leave this place." He said to her and Arthur, and they reluctantly nodded.
"Carry all the gathered material to the ship," He told the men, and then start heading toward wherever the voices were coming from.
As Aenar left the temple, without escort, he got closer and closer to the heart of the island. He wore his armour almost completely, without the helmet, but he still had the chain mail top on his head.
When he reached the second city, Aenar could feel the dark presence and how it was haunted by the souls of the people of Valyria.
Looking around there were fused armour and swords, broken spears, skeletons of men and creeping beasts, surely dead for hundreds of years.
But some were still in very good shape, despite their long age, a few hundred years, and it was at this very moment that his gaze rested on a very particular skeleton. As he approached, he knelt and began to look at him.
"Aurion." Aenar heard. Looking at him better, he saw that the skeleton wore a golden crown, with a dragon inside a red circle, which certainly was a ruby. Yes, it must be Emperor Aurion, the last Valyrian to claim the ancient nation of the Dragon.
Aenar took the crown, tying it to his side, and also took the bow that was there, with the strange arrows, and then he also took the strange shield, which had a dragon on it, and when he looked at it better it had something on the fingers of the hand. By pressing it the shield closed, "What the hell..." he was speechless by this innovation. It was time to acknowledge the ancient Valyrians to be so ingenious in creating new weapons. It was so sad that their knowledge had been lost with them.
Then he looked towards the great cave, which had the appearance of a large dragon's mouth, and he decided to enter, despite his instinct told him not to do so.
Inside it was dark, although it was illuminated by his torch, Jon began to move forward, with the shield in front, arriving in a kind of large room.
"Calion. Calion. Son of light... Dragon eye..." Aenar heard those words again.
"What the fuck is going on?" Aenar murmured to himself, and when he heard them again, he shouted, "Who are you? Who are you talking about?"
"I sacrificed everything I had dear to me! And for nothing!" Aenar heard a yelling man's voice as he continued to adventure further inside. "They haven't been defeated!" and Aenar was beginning to be a little worried if he had to be honest.
After a while, he felt a strong heat approaching and when he saw it, at the last moment with a roll forward, Aenar saved himself from the burning flame.
Turning his gaze towards the direction in which the flame was coming, Aenar saw a big yellow beast, like a worm and a dragon. It was very big. Certainly, bigger than Caraxes. Aenar began to run fast towards the exit of the cave, with the torch in his hand to light his path, and he could feel that the monster was on his tail. He could see the outside light in the distance, and he began to increase his speed. Thanks, the Gods and the blacksmith, his armour was tempered to be light, otherwise, he would have been dead.
As he was almost out, the beast attacked him with his tail, causing him to fall forward ground. He was doomed, but he still drew out Blackfire and stood in position, with the shield open.
As the beast approached, Aenar heard a mighty roar coming from the sky, and something white, passing in front of him at high speed. It was Caraxes. He was here to help him, and this gave him more confidence for the battle. Now there were two of them against the beast.
Notes:
I intend to add and expand some parts/scenes for the first 10 chapters. I want to describe some relationship betwwen characters deeper, and that I didn't add at the beginning.
This I'm not doing because I want you to force to reared my story, but only for me. Everyone is free to reread it or not, with the new contents that I will dd. But be assured that it will not impact the progression of the story, and those who don't want to reread it, will not lose anything.
But I Wil Warn you when that will happen.