Chapter 25: Coldhands
Beyond the Wall
"Men! Lock your shields and form a wall!" Howland shouted as the enemy was coming up the hill. He didn't know who they were, but they were moving fast.
"Arrows!" shouted Howland to the archers, pointing towards the fire. Whoever the enemy was, their biggest chance was fire so to lit up the way, and in fact, when his men fired, the enemy caught fire, but kept screaming.
Now close they crashed against their shield wall, and at that moment he saw what they were. Dead men. "The Others!" shouted Howland, taking a torch in his hand, and the knife of dragon glass in his other hand.
He started striking them and setting them on fire. He knew that not everyone was equipped with this kind of weapon, only four or five, and not even Howland was sure that these weapons would work at all. At that very moment, he heard another kind of scream and saw a blue-eyed shadow approaching, wielding a blade shimmering like ice. Howland was almost terrified, but he wasn't completely overwhelmed.
Some of his men were dying, and at that moment, he saw a man coming up on a large elk, followed by many ravens, spinning a fire ball and killing his enemies and then pointing towards the blue-eyed figure and jumping at him with a black dagger, stabbing him.
The creature fell to his knees and then exploded into thousands of pieces of ice, and with him all the dead against whom they were fighting.
Howland breathed a sigh of relief and putting the sword and dragon-glass dagger back on, he went to see if there were wounded, and the dead.
Then he ran to Bran, and saw him quite terrified, lowering himself, he asked, "Are you all right, lad?"
He though shaken by this, shook his head to say yes, and Howland at that moment heard Ghost growling and one of the men say, "Stay back, Stranger!".
Howland, so he stood up and walked over there, and once next to his men he asked, "Who are you, a stranger?"
Summer kept standing next to him and growling as the man, dressed in black as a man from the Night's Watch, and his face covered with a scarf, approached him, with his hands up and to the side, said in his rattling voice without breathing, "We must burn the bodies of the dead before they come back to life."
"Do it," Howland told one of his men, "I ask you again. Who are you?"
"My name doesn't matter, but I'm here to help you accomplish your mission," said the man, adding, "But if it's a name you want, call me Cold Hands, because that's how mine are," showing them. "Black and cold, as ice."
"Are you one of them?" Howland asked. He had a choking partridge smell. "Dead flesh, dried blood, with a slight hint of putrefaction. And cold. Especially a great cold it could be felt when next to him." And the direwolf didn't like it either. Unlike the moose of course, certainly thinking it was food.
"I was created like them by the children of the forest, but unlike them, I have black eyes and a will of my own," he answered. "But now we must leave. There is still a long way to the cave of the Three-Eyed Raven, and we need to avoid Mance Rayder's army that is marching on the Wall."
Howland nodded, and after burning the bodies, and getting ready, they started their journey.
Myr
After their ships entered the harbour of Myr, Aenar was immediately informed of the arrival of two Westerosiss men. Jorah Mormont, an exiled from the North, and Willas Tyrell.
Looking at Rhaella and Daenerys, Aenar said, "Go take a bath, I'll join you there later. There's someone I need to meet first."
"Aenar, the Tyrells were once allies of our house, see how you behave with them," said Rhaella.
"But traitors now," replied Aenar glancing at her. "Arthur. Ser Barristan." He added him looking towards his two Kingsguard, heading for the throne room.
Although he would have liked Rhaella and Daenerys to be present at the meeting, this time he wanted to meet the Tyrell man alone.
As he entered, he saw that there was still no one there, and after he had drunk some wine, he saw him enter, accompanied by the guards.
"Welcome to Myr Lord Willas of House Tyrell," greeted him Aenar.
"Commander Jon," he greeted him. Interesting thought, Aenar. He doesn't recognize him as a king
"I was informed that you came to Myr while I was gone. Because you wanted to talk to me regarding a rather important issue," said Aenar, offering him a glass of wine, which he refused.
"Yes. I demand that you pay for what you have done to my family," he said angrily.
"And what have I done to your family?" Aenar asked, sipping from his goblet.
"You and your dragon came down from the sky and burned Highgarden," said Willas Tyrell, very angry, and Aenar glanced lower, seeing he had his hand on the hilt of the sword. Damn he, though. He always instructed his soldiers and captains that no one is allowed to enter the palace armed.
"Your family got the fate that awaits everyone that betrayed House Targaryen," said Aenar, drinking from the goblet, and glancing toward Arthur and Barristan who had their hands on the swords, added, "But unfortunately, it wasn't me."
"Your dragon blew up Highgarden with its green flames."
"My dragon spits yellow-red flames. But tell me what colour my dragon was?"
"I don't know. Dark, I suppose. It was night when you were..."
"He is silver, my dragon, and has never been in Westeros before because he is not big enough for long journeys," replied Aenar, sipping.
"It doesn't matter. The truth is that those who attacked..."
"Were Lannister," replied Aenar, starting to get angry. "But even if they were Targaryen Loyalists, I still don't understand why you're here. In my city of Essos."
"Revenge, justice, and compensation for what you have done," said Tyrell, ready to draw his sword, and Aenar raised his hand to stop Arthur and Barristan, who started to approach them.
"And what kind of compensation did you want from me?" Aenar asked intrigued.
"Your public apologies, your renouncement to the throne on which my sister will soon sit, a Targaryen princess for House Tyrell, and the death of your dragon. The author of the destruction of my House."
Aenar, after a moment of silence, headed towards the table to fill his glass of wine again, bursting out laughing. He laughed at the nonsense Tyrell was saying. Drinking from the goblet and trying to stop saying, sighing, he said, "You Tyrells have such great brazenness. You think your gold and riches matter right now or even in general, but you're wrong. I don't owe you anything in the first place. Second, your sister is married to the usurper's son." Approaching, after drinking all the wine, he added, "And third, you aren't worth a shit. Your name isn't worth a shit. I don't need you."
Willas drew his sword, saying, "If so, then perhaps I'd better take my revenge." And tried to attack him with a slice from the high.
But Aenar dodged him sideways, then hit him in the ribs with the iron goblet he had and disarmed him. Then he gives him a kick on the leg and made him fall backwords on the ground
"This is not good, Lord Tyrell. I thought you learned everything from your father," said Aenar, pointing his sword at his neck. "Choose your battles wisely."
Walking away from him, and putting the chalice on the table, he said, "If you want revenge for your family, go and ask the Lannisters. It was Tywin who destroyed Highgarden with a new weapon called Wildfire. He did it because he needed your wealth."
Getting up slowly and struggling, holding himself by the side he asked, "How do you know this?"
"I know everything, Lord Tyrell. Now go," replied Aenar, throwing his sword at him, but before he left Tyrell asked, "What will happen to my sister?"
"It depends on what she will do when I take the throne," replied Aenar. Although he hasn't given it much thought about that yet. First, his mind is on Tyrosh and Lys, then build the fleet and set sail. Only after he sits on the throne will he decide what to do with those who have been loyal to the Baratheons and the Lannisters.
"Your Grace" called him Ser Barristan, and then he brought a man in, who knelt. "Ser Jorah of House Mormont."
Aenar approached the man who continued to kneel and watched him a bit. He was wearing dark armor with a bear on his chest and claws armoured straps on his shoulders. He was a middle-aged man, and well build.
Then as he moved away, exchanging glances with Arthur, he said, "Rise up Ser Jorah Mormont. What brings you to Myr?"
"Your Grace, I want to join your Kingsguard or the Golden Company," said Mormont, with his strong voice and Nordic accent.
"Well, you may join the Golden Company, but not the Kingsguard. Only the most trusted men will join it, and I don't know you."
"I want to prove my loyalty to you and that you can trust me."
"Good. Then we started, immediately, said Aenar, sitting on the throne. "Tell me, why do you want to join me, Ser Jorah?"
"I want to return home and..."
"You would like to take revenge on my uncle Eddard Stark, who banished you," said Aenar, leaning forward, with elbows on his legs, "I would rightly add. Since selling people is a crime. As is stealing and killing. "
"They were poachers that I found on my land and..."
"What gave you the right to do that? To steal the freedom of a man?" Aenar said very angrily. He meets and saw many slaves here in Essos in this long time, and one day he intends to free them all.
"None," responded Mormont, almost whispering and lowering his head.
"Exactly, no one. You could have brought them to Lord Stark, your liege lord, and he will have sent them to the Wall, but we all know why you did it.
And he looked up to Aenar again. "You thought I didn't know about it?"
The Knight did not respond, turning his gaze down, and Aenar said, "Hightower was a beautiful, very demanding, and pretentious woman, wasn't she?"
"The first time I beheld her, I thought she was a goddess come to earth, the Maid herself made flesh."
"Anyone would think that of the woman he fell in love with, wouldn't they, Ser Barristan?" said Aenar, looking towards the old Knight. And he nodded. Aenar knew that Ser Barristan was in love with Ashara, or was, he didn't know now, and Arthur confessed him that he blamed himself regarding the rebellion, if he had defeated his father Rhaegar, and crowned Ashara as Queen of Love and Beauty, he could have prevented the bloodshed.
"Or face a fearsome Khal and his Khalassar or make a forced march and besiege a city in less than a month," he heard commenting Arthur, chuckling, and Aenar gave him a look, knowing perfectly what he was referring to. And he would do that again and again for thousands of times. They were his family the loves of his life, and Dany was his best dreaming friend since they were small children meeting in those wonderful dreams.
"The beauty of a woman and what she has between her legs is the bane of every man, so much as to make them do things they would never have thought of doing, such as destroying one of the greatest dynasties that this world has ever seen and conquering a throne."
Knowing he was rambling, he said, "Anyway, I can only promise you revenge against Prince Tyroshi for now, not the place in my Kingsguard, but you in return must give me the weak points of the city."
The knight nodded bowing, but before leaving the throne room, he said, "I will prove you my loyalty and that you can trust me, your grace."
After the knight left, Arthur approached him and put his hand on Aenar shoulder, he said, "Don't blame yourself for the actions of your father and mother, or for the fall of your House. The conspiracy was in motion before that, and it was inevitable."
Aenar nodded, lowering his head, and Arthur left the room, while Aenar sighing, headed for the balcony to get some air, after this heated meeting.
Now that they were back in Myr, Rhaella needed a long, hot bath, but before that, she stopped for a moment in front of the mirror, naked, to look at herself.
She had really rejuvenated a lot, more than half her years as she could see. Years stole while she was being raped and abused by Aerys, and now the gods have given her a second chance. Was this what the two voices were referring to when they prevented her to be reunited with her beloved ones in the afterlife?
"You are beautiful," Rhaella heard someone say from the door, and immediately put her dress back on, that was on the ground. But when she turned towards the door, she saw that it was only Ashara, and exhaled a breath of relief. She will have to be more careful in the future to avoid unpleasant inconveniences because someone unwelcome might come through the door, or look, and she was not that keen to show her body to everyone. Just to two people.
"Thank you," replied Rhaella, smiling.
"When Jon told me that he had dreamt two beautiful young women with Valyrian features, who were lying naked next to him, I wasn't sure who they were. Or rather I had a suspicion that one of them was Daenerys," said Ashara, sitting on the bed, "but now, seeing you standing here, so young and beautiful, I am sure you were the other woman."
"Yeah, I think so too. Though, if I must be honest, during these long years, and when I was unconscious after giving birth to Daenerys, I saw him many times in my dreams, and they were anything but...how shall I put it, unsuitable for a lady or a queen."
"But for a woman, yes," said Ashara, and Rhaella giggled. " However, now you know that with this change there are other things that could happen in the future that you thought would never happen again. "
"I know," said Rhaella with her hand on her belly. Now she'll have to be even more careful regarding sex, and don't let it always spray into her, or at least use remedies afterward, until she's ready for that moment.
But as Ashara got up, and was about to leave the room, Rhaella immediately turned around and said, "Ashara, I have to talk to you about something very important." And the woman returned, sitting on the bed again. Rhaella filled two goblets of wine and offered one to Ashara, and then sitting next to her said, "Daenerys has finally revealed to Aenar that she is pregnant."
"Good!" replied Ashara, smiling, sipping from her goblet.
"And it's one of the main reasons why I want them to get married as soon as possible, besides the fact that in this way we'll prevent that those buzzards of Westeros will come after them in search of a union of marriage."
"I see. And you have my full support in this. But where will we find a Septon in Essos?"
"Well, we can make them marry in front of the Red God now, and then once we land in Westeros and won back the Iron Throne, they can marry before the Seven Gods," said Rhaella, although she didn't know if this was really a good idea, but if there was nothing else, it was all right.
"And you, my queen?" She asked, sipping from her goblet.
"I am no longer a queen," Rhaella responded, swirling the goblet, and watching how the red wine inside was waiving.
"For now, maybe. Anyway, in what faith are you two going to be married?"
"The one the king will decide. If he does," Rhaella pointed out, not knowing whether he really wants it, despite what he said until now, or they will only fuck.
"Now, in addition to the wedding at the feast, I would suggest a tournament as well, because I' m sure the army will be grateful for that, and perhaps the people of Myr will be grateful to see such a thing."
"Yes. Then we must start the preparations for the ceremony as soon as possible since I heard that he is ready to mobilize troops towards Tyrosh.
Right, Tyrosh. It was something she'd forgotten, but luckily Ashara reminded her.
"Well then. I'll go make the cape of Aenar, and you can make the one of the maiden's," Ashara said, getting up, finishing her goblet and leaving the room. While Rhaella, finishing hers, laid down on the bed for a moment, since she felt as if her head was dizzy. The wine and the journey, with the addition of these new changes, made her a little sick and tired.
After the confrontation with Willas Tyrell and the conversation with Jorah Mormont, Aenar made his way to Arya' s chambers, because when he returned to Myr, Ashara told him how shaken up she had been during that night of the Stark attack and worried about her family.
Upon entering he saw that the room was empty, but knowing that she had not left it, he headed towards the only place where she could be, the balcony.
And in fact, as he set foot on the balcony, he saw her sitting on the floor, with Nymeria at her side, looking between the pillars towards the city.
"Hello, little wolf," Aenar greeted her, and she turning towards him, give him a weak smile, and then she returned her gaze back to the city; while he approached her, sitting down and with his back against the pillars, and turned towards her.
For a while he looked at her in silence, while she was no doubt avoiding him, immersed in her thoughts. She was such a brooding little girl some time, and he was sure that if Arthur was here, he would said that he is just like her. A brooding boy. After a while he broke the silence, saying, "I had the same dream as you, and Ghost, he too, started howling that night."
"So you too think that my family is in danger?" she asked, raising her head and looking towards him, and Aenar could see, that some gathered tears in her eyes were starting to come down.
"Your family is all right, Arya. Robb informed me in the travel journal," he said, reassuring her, and of course omitting the fact that her mother and sister were hurt. And she nodded, cleaning here tears with the sleeves, and started to stroke Nymeria, who meanwhile placed her head in her lap.
"Where's Caraxes?" she asked. "He used to fly around Myr, but now I can't see him."
"He was wounded in old Valyria, and now he's resting to heal in his lair."
" How?"
"Well, you know the saying curiosity killed the cat?" and when she nodded, he continued, "Well, my curiosity and desire for adventure and exploration almost got us killed."
"What have you found?" she asked immediately.
"An ancient beast and..."
"What kind of beast could ever hurt Caraxes?" Arya asked confusedly, looking towards him.
"A very ancient one, very big and very strong. For all I know it has killed a dragon before, and it has wounded Balerion the Black Dread," and seeing Arya's worry, he immediately added, "But we're both fine, and I've discovered another hidden potential of Caraxes."
" What?" she asked, immediately intrigued.
"He spits ice."
"Really?" And he nodded with a smile.
"And now we've also added three new little dragons, two of which are Daenerys' and the other Rhaella's..."
"Can I see them?"
"Not today. Daenerys needs some rest after the journey. And her condition..."
But she didn't let him finish, and as she stood puffing, she said, leaving the room, "As if you'll let her rest."
"What does that mean?" he asked after her. "Arya!" but she left the room surely angry, followed by Nymeria.
Aenar sighed, rising from the floor, to head for the house of healing because Gregory informed him that his men were starting to get better.
As he entered the house of healing, Aenar saw that the men were slowly recovering, for they were talking to each other and laughing, and as they saw him their faces lit up.
"Commander!" exclaimed one, standing up, then others also stood up to greet him, and Aenar started to ask how they were.
Arthur was watching the scene, with Aenar who was among his soldiers, caring for each one of them, and heard Ser Barristan say, "Men died for him because they believed in him because they loved him."
"What did you say, Ser Barristan?" asked Arthur confused.
"When Rhaegar led his army into battle at the Trident, men died for him because they believed in him because they loved him. I thought that I fought beside the last dragon that day, Ser Arthur. I bled beside him. But now seeing this I know, that yes, a great dragon died that day, but a new one has been borne."
"Yes, Ser Barristan. A new dragon has born that day. Under the bloody star of Dawn, blessed by the blood and the salat tears of his mother, the She-Wolf of Winterfell," said Arthur. And every day and every night he remembers that day, the tears in Lyanna's eyes when he took her son from her arms, breaking her heart and running away. Then he will die he will ask forgiveness to her.
"Ser Arthur?"
"Just old tearful memories, that came back to life," Arthur responded, smiling. "But you are right. That was the reason why those men followed Rhaegar. And that will also be the reason why these men will follow him. And the Unsullied, when Queen Daenerys will bring them to Myr from Astapor."
"Unsullied?" asked Ser Barristan, but Arthur only nodded, not wanting to reveal too much in this place. You would never know who is going to hide and listen.
Giving him a smile, he headed towards Aenar.
Glancing Aenar saw Ser Barristan and Arthur talking, and he would very much like to know what they were saying, but he decided to keep the conversation with the men.
"Gregory," he greeted the man that was his Master, or some kind like that.
"Ah, young Jon," he chuckled and looked up at Aenar. "Finished your adventures in Old Valyria already?"
"Yes, but Caraxes was hurt," replied Aenar looking true to the bass and feeling terrible.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you want me to give him a look?"
"I don't think the nature of the dragons is in your intelligence gathering," said Aenar chuckling.
"I could surprise you," Gregory started laughing, drinking a mug of wine from the cup. "I will leave you now."
"Balaq?"
"In there. And he's getting better."
Aenar nodded and headed for the room where his captain of the archers was. When he reached the door and opening it, he saw him sitting on the bed looking out the window.
"You old bastard. Are you still alive?"
"Bastard, but not old," Balaq said, glancing towards him. "But, Aye. I feel better and I want to leave this shithole."
"Well, if you promise not to strain yourself with the bow, I think you can leave the room," said Aenar, sitting in a chair.
"I can promise not to use it, but not that I will stay away from my men."
"I don't doubt that, Captain. I don't doubt that. Especially because I want you to keep the men in line for the conquest of Tyrosh," said Aenar.
"Having a fire-breathing beast behind us, I don't think we'll have much trouble with that," said his captain.
"Well, we have a problem with that," replied Aenar, and seeing Balaq's confused expression, he added, "He was wounded after a clash with an ancient beast in Old Valyria."
"Oh, then we will use our bows and our siege weapons to conquer it. How soon we will leave?"
"Three weeks. And that's why I want you ready and healthy."
"Oh, don't worry about me. I'll be as fresh as a winter rose, and as healthy as a fish," said Balaq, and that made Aenar laugh, who stood up, patted his captain on the shoulder, and left the house of the healing, heading back to the palace.
Aenar stopped for a moment at the door of their chamber, hearing Daenerys giggling inside, and slowly opening the door, and entering he saw that she wasn't inside, but on the balcony.
"Dracarys," he heard him say, from the balcony and when he reached there he saw her leaning against the stone railing of the balcony with her ass pointing towards him, as she was watching one of her two little dragons try to spit fire, on a piece of meat.
He stopped to look at her for a moment and even looking at her from behind, she was beautiful. One of the most beautiful women in this world. Approaching her slowly, Aenar stopped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and giving her kisses on the neck, on the shoulder on the chin, and whispering in her hair, "You're so beautiful, Dany," he continued kissing her and she moaned, starting to move her ass against him, waking up his cock that was hardening.
"I want you. I desire you," he whispered to her, hugging her tightly.
"I can feel it," she said, smirking and moaning. "But not here. In the bathtub and in the hot water I want to do it," she said, and he left her go, while she carried the black dragon back inside.
After she settled him down, they made their way to the large bathtub room, exchanging kisses, hugs, and giggles as he whispered sweet, seductive words to her, that he heard from his men.
Once in the room of the great bathtub, Daenerys started to undress, letting her dress fall down, revealing her Goodness body, but that was turning with the back at him. Aenar admired her for a moment. The beautiful and round ass, and he could see her cocking her head, and smirking, and then when she turned, he was breathless. Now he really could see her and the pregnancy effects. Big rounded breast, with already erected nipples, cunt, that Aenar could see and smell that it was already wet with her arousal, and that little baby bun, that was his child. Slowly, Aenar started to approach her, slowly, and never taking his eyes from her.
"You are maiden in all her glory," he said, and she gives him a big smile. One that he never saw this big.
Once he was in front of her, and despite still clothed, Aenar bends down, on his knee, and was facing the baby bun. He started to place slow kiss on her belly, and whispering to the baby sweet words, before glancing up at his lover, who was looking down at him and biting her lips.
"Do you give me permission to feast on your holy honey, my love?" he asked, breathing over her pussy, as he was looking up at her. She bitted her lips, and brought her thumb up, after biting it, she nodded smiling.
His tongue brushed from the bottom of her muffin to the top in a zigzag, ending with a circle around her nub without direct contact. Her hips swayed with every stroke of his tongue, and Daenerys started to breathe heavily and moan.
"Oh… Jon!...My Jon…"
He slipped the index finger of his free hand inside of his Queen, massaging her interior muscles and easing it in and out working in tandem with his tongue. She grabbed his hair and he took that as a sign to give even more. A quick glance up from his task revealed she was using her other hand to fondle her breasts and flick her nipple. Violet eyes looked down at him with furled eyebrows, so he immediately returned his focus to the task at hand.
A second finger was inserted, and Jon encompassed her inner lips with his to create a vacuum. The folds ebbed and flowed in and out, massaged by his nimble tongue. Loud and rubbery smacking ensued whenever he took a short recess for fresh air. Her moaning grew louder by the minute.
"Fuck yessss! That feels sooooooo good!" Daenerys moaned in ecstasy as she reached climax.
After a few more leak and thrust, she came all over his mouth, and after had licked and wiped, he rose up.
Aenar gave her a passional kiss, and after she wrapped her arms around his neck, he took Aenar in his arms and held her in the tub, continuing to kiss each other in the hot water.
Suddenly, as the moment intervened, Daenerys said, "Sit on the edge."
"Why?" he asked confusedly.
"I want to taste you," she said, moving away from him a little, and dipping into the water, only to re-emerge. "Sit on the edge," she said almost in a commanding tone, but Aenar didn't, only smirked.
"That's an order!" she added, almost angry. "I'm going to suck your cock and ride it and get fucked from behind like a bitch." she said seductively, and approaching him, "Because I'm very horny, my King."
Biting her lips, kissing them and whispering with her eyes closed, "Now put your fucking ass on her."
"What a language my queen," said Aenar chuckled, and as he stood up, his cock immediately aimed at her face almost touching her lips.
She put her hands on his thighs, watching his trembling cock rise and fall, while he did everything, he could to avoid spraying her face.
Daenerys then grabbed his member in her soft small hands and began to rub it. He let out a growl as he became lightheaded because every drop of blood in his body quickly rushed to his cock.
He gasped as proceeded to place a tender kiss on the tip of his already engorged cock. He released a growl when she then slowly licked down one side of his member and up the other side. He gasped as she took her hands and placed it on his balls as started licking up and down the sides of his cock once more.
He moaned as she licked the tip of his cock… and then when she finally sheathed his pulsating cock in her mouth, he saw stars and let out a growl. After a few moments, he looked down and saw her caressing his balls as she bobbed her head up and down on his sensitive member. He looked back in the air as she kept on stroking and sucking his cock, grasping onto her hair.
Then, he rose up and started lightly to thrust his hips fucking her mouth. He looked back in the air and she kept on sucking and stocking his cock.
He knew his climax was approaching... He pulled her head up and said, "Gods Daenerys... I'm about to…'
So she quickly sheathed his member into her hot moist mouth and he lost all control. He gasped and with a loud growl, he grabbed her head, shot his seed inside her mouth then collapsed in the water, breathless.
He smiled as she licked her lips and said, "It's always so good in tasting you. I'm almost feeling full."
Then sitting on one of the inside stairs, she sits on his lap, kissing him and hugging him. "Now I'm going to ride you, did you understand.
He nodded, and in one movement she descended over his length. Starting to move her hips slowly, while caching his lips, and kissing him. After a few more seconds, Daenerys started to jump on his cock, moaning and screaming 'My Jon…. Fuck….' and other words. He cached her nipples in his mouth, biting them, sucking and squeezing, and that made her increase the speed of her rides.
After a while, he knows that he will not resist a lot, if this goodness of a woman will keep riding him, so taking her by the hips, he stopped her, receiving a confusing look from her, and with one movement, he took her off him and positioned himself behind her.
"Now I'm going to fuck you like a hound fucks a bitch." Starting to thrust in her fast and hard.
After discussing with the Captains about the Marriage of Aenar and proposing their suggestions, which were accepted immediately, Rhaella was on her way to the room of the big bathtub. When she arrived there, she heard moans and screams coming from inside, and dismissed the guards.
As she entered, she was greeted by a very winking scene. Aenar fucking Daenerys from behind, fast and hard, with one hand griping her hips and the other her shoulders raised by her arching back. Her breasts were jumping at the rhythm of his fast thrust and she was moaning, with closed eyes and open mouth.
Rhaella said, smirking, "I see you started without me," and that only increased the thrusts of Aenar hips, who grabbed both her daughter's hips and Daenerys leaned with her elbows on the edge.
She sat on the sofa there for a moment and drank some Myrish nectar, that she poured into a goblet, enjoying the view.
After a few minutes, feeling that because of the view she was seeing, Rhaella was getting wet between her legs, she stood up and then took off her dress and dropped it on the floor, and then entered into the hot water. Once next to Aenar, Rhaella started kissing him from behind. Her chest was touching his back and her hands were wondering his body. From his strong and well-built chest down towards his abdomen, built by his hard training of every morning, that she loved to spy. Then down till his cock that was coming in and out from her daughter's pussy, socked of her juice.
Aenar did not stop, but rather lifted Daenerys up clashing her back against his chest, and holding her up by the neck, and by the waist, biting and kissing her on the neck and earlobe, while thrusting fast.
Rhaella moved in front of her daughter now, starting to suck her now growing breast, and then kissing her on the lips and bringing one hand on her clit stroking it, as Aenar keep thrusting. The other hand instead Rhaella brought it between her legs and stroking herself, before thrusting one finger inside her cunt. After a few more thrust she could tell that he spilled inside Daenerys and that she came too, because she gasped, releasing a big breath.
Rhaella left her lean against the edge of the tube, as Aenar pulled out of her, giving her kiss along the neck, the shoulders, and down her back. She could see that they were both breathless now thought. But still, leaning against the wall of the tube, he managed to say, "Give me a few seconds, Rhaella, and I will be buried deep inside you."
Meanwhile, Rhaella was enjoying this warm water, which was making the dragon's blood boiling and making her horny, especially while she was watching Aenar, who had his eyes closed and arms outstretched, resting on the edges.
"Did you say that you have started preparations for my and Dany's wedding?" he asked, keeping his eyes closed, while Rhaella immersed herself completely, to wet her head too, emerging said, "Yes. Within a week from today".
"A week?" Daenerys asked, looking towards her. "So soon?"
"We must do it as soon as possible, daughter. We must keep the family together and that no one tries to demand an alliance of marriage with you or Aenar."
"And you," he said, opening his eyes, and she smiled at him. He was really very handsome right now, with that long curly hair pulled back because of their wetness, and that little dark beard. He looked so much like Rhaegar, and yet he had so many differences, that only she could really see because she knows both men.
Looking towards his member, Rhaella, she saw that he was returning to life, and as she approached him, after giving him a long, passionate kiss on the lips, Aenar went up on the edge, giving her a chance to take him in her mouth, almost completely, after licking and stroking him a few times. Despite she had sucked him so many times, Rhaella was still struggling with his size.
"All Gods women," he said between the moans, as she was moving her head up and down fast, "Ohhhh…. You are going…. Ohhhh…. to be my end." And he got hold of her head, stopping her. And rising up on his feet, Aenar started to fuck her mouth fast, making her gag, by hitting the back of her throat, and stopping for moments, then starting again, as she was keeping her hand on his thighs. When he started to slow down, Rhaella, as she was sucking him, with one hand started to stroke the member, and touch his balls, but after a while, he stopped her until, holding her head steady, he spilled deep inside her throat. And Rhaella did everything she could, to swallow all, then he landed back, sitting on the edge as she was finishing him sucking.
"Good this way you will not have the excuse to go to other whores in brothels or to fuck other women," she said, rising up, and trying to return near Daenerys, who was enjoying the water with closed eyes, but he stopped her holding by the hand. She glanced toward him, and he dragged her down again, making her collide with his chest, and wrapping his arms around her waist, under her breast, and starting to kiss her on the neck. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, and then she heard him say, "Now, Rhaella it's my turn in pleasure you," bringing his hand to her cunt.
With a single movement, Aenar took her in his arms almost as if she weighed nothing, carrying her out of the bathtub and towards the small couch that was there.
"Don't drop," Rhaella heard Daenerys say from inside the tub, and she smirked.
As he placed her with her back on the couch, Aenar knelt down, pulling her legs up and hooking them over his shoulders and Rhaella shuddered in anticipation of the pleasure that would come whenever her grandson would give her the so-called Lord's Kiss. His talented tongue and lips, bathing her folds. She raked her fingers through his hair, raising her hips as his mouth started to taste her. His head dipping lower. And the licks grew more hurried as Jon grew ravenous in his need for her. She locked her legs on his shoulder, let out a scream when she felt her clit between his teeth.
"Ouh Aenar!"
She bit her bottom lip and ground her hips, letting him bury his face further in her warm wet folds, his tongue licking in and out of her core. Her fingers curled in his dark hair, grasping at them as she pulled his head down, his mouth devouring her wet flesh while she writhed and twisted above.
"Oooooh gods…" Rhaella moaned and started cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples hard. Aenar started flickering his tongue on the pearly nub and Rhaella felt her legs trembling, her thighs tightening, her toes pointing downwards and lets herself go. She released all over his mouth. She was breathless, and slowly she opened her eyes, seeing him lick his lips and then wipe his mouth with the hand.
"It's always feel good in tasting your amazing holly honey, grandmother," he said, giving a kiss on her inner thigh, and she heard her daughter say, "He is very gifted with his tongue, isn't he?" coming behind Aenar, and starting to kiss him on the neck, then on the lips, as her hand was wrapped around his waist, then down his cock and starting to stroke it.
Rhaella was watching them, as she was laying on the couch, trying to regain her normal breathing. After Daenerys whispered something in his ear and moving a bit away from him, she saw him lean down over her with his cock hard as a sword, and he lined it at the entrance of her cunt, slowly sliding inside of her warm wet channel. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate the intrusion of his members. They both gasped at the sensation, and he brought his hand on the sides of her hip, staying for a few moments as they are looking in each other eyes. She could see the lust inside his eyes, and the so-called dragonwolf was ready to wake up.
He slowly began to give her powerful thrust into the wet heat of her core, and it could be heard the clashing of their skin.
"Oh!" she gasped, closing her eyes, "Mmmmm…." She moaned as he started to increase his thrusting speed, making her tits jumping. As his hips were moving fast, his thrusts became slightly deeper and deeper.
She felt him, squeezing her breast, as Rhaella brought one of her hand to stroke herself, in the same moment as he was thrusting in her, and she could feel that she was almost coming.
"Aenar. I'm about….." but he silenced her, with his lips on her, as he leaned over her, with the hands on either said of her head and by instinct, as he was slamming her against that couch, Rhaella locked her legs around his waist.
"Rhaella, I'm going to..."
"Pull it out," she said, unfolding her legs, and pushing him away by the chest. Aenar, immediately took his cock in hand, stroking it fast, and spilling his seed all over her. On her belly, tits and a few drops landed on her face.
"Why?" he asked when he went back into the water and then sat down.
Rhaella too stood up and returned back to where was Daenerys, who was stroking her belly, and Rhaella hugged her.
"We have to be careful now, Aenar. Until now I let you spill inside me because my chances of conceiving were really minimal, but now not anymore, and until I'm ready I don't want to get pregnant. So if you still want to fuck me, this are my condition do you understand" she answered, and though speechlessly he nodded.
After washing a bit, she saw him leave the tub, leaving her and Daenerys alone.
Near the Bleeding Sea...
Ghardaq
Gagdara woke up when she felt a cold air on her skin. Looking towards her brother, she saw that he was sleeping on his side, dressed, turned on his back, and far away from her. She rolled her eyes at this, because she thought that what happened in the temple had been left behind, but apparently not.
Since she won the duel, and he went back to their chamber, Grazdan never touched her again, despite the fact that she was sleeping naked. But now it was time to take things into her hands for sure and make him forget what happened.
As she got up, she approached him, and seeing that he was sleeping deeply, slowly turned him on his back, and then started to take off his clothes. She started touching his abs, and along his thighs, seeing how his cock was getting harder and harder.
She smirked, seeing how his body was reacting to her touch. Grabbing his member, Gagdara began to caress him first slowly, giving kisses on the head and a few licks along the member, and then she passed her tongue over it licking the salty precum that came out, increasing the speed of the strokes.
After some stroking, Gagdara took him in her mouth and started sucking him and moving her head up and down, taking more and more inside, bringing her left hand between her legs, and feeling her pussy wet, and ready to be fucked.
As she was moving her head up and down, Gagdara keeps her eyes on his face too see when he woke up, but sometimes because of the good feeling she had inside her mouth, and between her legs, she closed her eyes, moaning.
And then she heard him say, "What the fuck are you doing?" trying to pull her away from his cock, but Gagdara, use all her strength to oppose, keeping in sucking him, and also increasing the speed.
After some resistance, she could feel him relaxing, and bringing his hand on her head, stroking her hair, and that encouraged her to suck even more, and sometimes he pressed her head down and making her gag.
Suddenly, after a few more sucks, raising his hips, he spilled deep inside her throat, and it was a lot of seed. She could feel, and she was struggling to swallow everything and a lot of it was coming down from the corner of her mouth, and also down his coke, with a mix of saliva and cum.
When the last drop was shooted, and after swallowed what she had in her throat, Gagdara finished him, cleaning with her mouth and tongue, then rising up, she cleaned herself with her hand, watching him, who watched her back.
They stayed for a while that way, with her raised on her knees between his legs, her hair back, so her breasts were in full view, and he keeps laying down, his cock soft, and his hand along his body. He was breathing quite fast though, and slowly slowing down, and then all of a sudden without her realizing it, Gagdara was on her back and her brother almost on top of her, but sideways. One arm under her head, the other on her side. This surprised her, waiting impatiently for his next move.
After looking into her eyes for a while, which to Gagdara seemed like hours, Grazdan kissed her on the neck, biting her, marking her, and with one hand began to caress her hip and touch her thigh.
Then, he carried one hand between her legs, starting to stroke her, first slowly, then slowly increasing the rhythm, and in the meantime, he put two fingers inside her. Gagdara moaned against her lips and then felt him thrust his cock slowly into her. She gasped in feeling how his member was penetrating her.
He started to move his hips, slowly, making his coke move inside her, and her wall clenching around him. He then started to get over her, increasing the speed of his thrust, and kissing her on the lips. Gagdara, on the other hand, opened her legs, even more, to make him room, even deeper, as she was caressing and clawing his shoulders and back.
After a while, she felt her self-coming, but couldn't warn him, because he had his lips locked on hers, and then he raised one of her legs over his shoulder, fucking her hard and fast and deep, and she was moaning loudly that all of Essos was hearing her for sure.
Then suddenly without a warning, she feels him spill deep inside her, with a great groan, falling over her. She embraced him tightly to her chest.
As they were lying in bed, hugging each other, with her making circles on his chest, Gagdara said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you with that gesture. I was sure it was something harmless, not important, and it was to make the Valyrian suffer even more, but..." she no longer knew how to continue. It was true what she said, and she didn't know how to make him understand it.
After some silence, he said, "You did it. And a lot. To touch another man's cock is to betray the one you were with, no matter what your intentions were."
She tried to look up and saw that he was looking at the other side. By placing her hand on his cheek, she turned his face so as he looked into her eyes. "I love only you."
"Maybe, but the actions you've done say otherwise," he said, turning his head the other side again. She just looked at him for a moment, and then she lifted her head from his chest, placing it on the pillow, and turning with the back at him.
After a long silence, he said, "The Targaryen has hatched three new dragons, but his great one is dead. I have received word from my sources at Volantis that they have seen him on the bow of the ship in the harbour."
"Good," she said. "This will make our fight easier."
"In two days, I leave for Tyrosh. I know he will soon march there with his army, and I need to put my plan into action."
"So you want to continue with that madness?" she asked, keeping her back to him.
"Yes."
Releasing a sad sigh, Gagdara asked, "And what's your plan?"
"Make strife between them and turn them against each other," he said. "I want to seduce Daenerys Targaryen, so she will betray her king, and a clash will happen between them."
"What makes you think she'll fall in your trap?" asked Gagdara, still turned with her back to him, and tried everything to fight the tears, that were forming.
"Everyone knows that the Valyrian women are easy to seduce and also very horny. It will be easy with her after I save her at Tyrosh."
"Do you want to take her to bed?" asked Gagdara, almost with a broken voice, after swallowing the bitterness in her throat that she felt from what he said.
"Maybe," he replied, and it made her heart beat fast. She had every intention of preventing this. His cock was hers and nobody else's.
"I forbid you to lie with her!" she said firmly.
"You may forbid me when..."
"You took an oath before the Gods of Old Ghish, and before The Green Grace, in the Temple of the Grace, Grazdan. Don't try to break that oath," she said, angry with the heart beating fast for it, and the breath increasing.
"What about yours?"
"For the old gods of Ghish, Grazdan!" snapped Gagdara, standing up and looking at him, seeing him with his eyes closed and not even looking at her. " It was harmless, and I did it to make him suffer even more."
Seeing that he didn't have the intention to answer, she lay down again, turning her back and feeling the tears come down. It was harmless, she kept saying to herself. Maybe she exaggerated with that, but it was harmless.
After some time of silence, Gagdara felt her brother lying behind her and hugging her tightly to him. Feeling how her back was pressed against his muscular chest and his cock against her ass.
She started crying, caressing his hand, holding it and bringing it to her lips, kissing it. "I'm sorry, Grazdan," she said amidst the tears and the whining.
"Shhh…," he said, kissing her on the head, and bringing one hand down to her tights rising it up.
She then fell him positioning his hard cock at her entrance, and with one thrust entered her, and she closed her eyes. Then, gripping her by the neck he started to give her slow but powerful thrust that if she wasn't wet and already stretched, he would have hurt her. He kissed here, and bitted her on the earlobe, on the neck and if there were moments when she turned her head toward him, he would beat her lips.
Increasing his speed, he made her roll-on top of him, and she rose up a little bit, holding on to her legs and arms, while he was thrusting in her. Fast, wild, and screams and moans were echoing in the room, as well as the contact of their bodies.
After a while, Gagdara could feel that she was almost coming, her cunt was clenching around his cock, that was making her full, and then she filed her release and falling on him. But Grazdan didn't stop. Gripping her by the tights, he dragged her legs toward her head and kept thrusting in her fast, and she was moaning and screaming and squeezing her eyes.
After a while, he started to slow down. Then pulling out, she heard him whisper, "I forgive you," as he was stroking himself spilled all over her belly
She was lying on him, breathlessly while his arms held her and stroked her sometimes.
" Will you still leave?"
"Yes," he replied, as he had his hands on her hips.
"Will you take her to bed?"
"No," he replied, sighing. "But that doesn't mean I won't use every means to make her fall in love with me and turn them against each other."
She didn't answer, climbing down to the bed, and resting her head on his chest to rest a while. There was nothing to talk about anyway.
Sunspear
Doran was on the balcony, looking out towards the water gardens, while his daughter was standing by a fountain with her hand inside, talking to the Sand Snakes, and Daemon Sand was also with them.
He was sure that they were plotting something against him, and against Quentyn. Doran really couldn't understand Arianne's behavior. He was offering her the Seven Kingdoms with this alliance. She would become a queen, and give birth to the next king, but she kept challenging him about it, saying that he was unfair with her, and that he loved Quentyn more than her, and that he was taking away what belonged to her by right.
"If you want, I'll take care of him at once," Doran heard a voice behind him. It was that of his trusted sworn shield and captain of the guard, Aero Hotha.
"No. For now, at least."
Suddenly he saw a servant running in, and Areo Hotha stopped him immediately, "My Lord!" breathing quickly, "Prince Oberyn sent me to warn you immediately. An army is marching on Sunspear."
"What?" he asked, looking immediately at the servant, only to exchange a look with Hotha, who exclaimed touching the hilt of his halberd, "Lannister!"
"No, my prince. There are no banners and..."
"Enough," Doran said, raising his hand. "Aero. To the great hall and send for my brother and my sons and daughter."
Once he was there, he saw his brother entering, angry enough, "Doran I have to prepare the city's defenses. I don't have time for talks."
"How did they land on our shores without the explorers seeing them?"
"I don't know," said Oberyn sighing and putting wine in a goblet. "Maybe the traitors of Dorne helped them. Anyway, now it doesn't matter. They will be here before nightfall."
"In what state are our defenses?"
"We're waiting for everyone nearby to come back into the city before we close the doors. We are already arming the Martell army, but it will take a few hours, since a lot of them are not here, but in the villages."
"Did you send the ravens to our banners?"
"Yes. I asked them to be light and fast, so that mean only cavalry. But you know they won't get here in time."
"They will. We just have to hold out for a few weeks. And Sunspear will. It is impenetrable," Doran said, getting instead the laughter of Oberyn, who finished the chalice and as he was leaving the room he said, "Nothing is impenetrable, brother. You should know."
After a while he saw his sons and daughter enter, who were quite smiling, but the smiles disappeared when they undoubtedly saw his serious face, and they must have met Oberyn.
"What's going on, Father?" Quentyn asked, taking a goblet of wine.
"Prepare for the journey to Essos. You'll leave before nightfall."
"What's going on?" his daughter asked, sitting on the couch, while his sons were standing.
"An army has landed on the coast of Dorne and is now marching on Sunspear."
"Then, we need to leave the city, Father. Save ourselves," said Arianne, panicked, because she surely remembered her aunt's fate after the fall of King's Landing, and the fate of all women during the sack.
"Nonsense. No one leaves Sunspear. And don't worry, the city will never fall."
"But Father..." started Arianne, but Doran stopped her by raising his hand. "We are well prepared to withstand any army, and our walls are impregnable, and our allies are already on their way." Obviously lying the last part, because nobody was coming, yet.
Looking towards each of them, he added, "After we win this battle, Quentyn and Arianne will leave for Myr, while you, Trystane, will leave for the North, towards White Harbor. I want you to forge an alliance with Manderly, and your Uncle Oberyn will accompany you."
"But Father, why not form an alliance with the Starks?" asked his son, the youngest. "Sansa Stark is still unmarried, virgin and young."
"I have no intention of forming an alliance with the house of the woman who humiliated my sister."
"Yet you force me to marry her son," commented Arianne, and though she spoke calmly, Doran could feel the anger behind that calm. "You are contradicting yourself with this judgment, Father."
"That's different. Through the bastard, we will gain the throne and power over the dragons, with your son."
She did not answer, leaving the room, and Doran did not miss the smirk on Quentyn's lips that appeared to him. Apparently, this situation was very confusing for him.
"I'll do it, Father. I will leave for White Harbor as soon as the coming battle is over," said Trystane, leaving the room. Only Quentyn was left, who keep sipping his Dornish wine.
"Do you need anything, Quentyn?" Doran asked.
"Any other news about Daenerys Targaryen?"
"No. Now leave." Sighing and smiling, he left, after having finished his goblet.