A/N: Forgive me everyone for taking longer than I thought with this.

Be warned, this is the smuttiest stuff I have ever wrote. Please do tell me how I did, though :D

Enjoy and comment!

"The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun,

"and her kisses were warmer than spring.

"But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel,

"and its kiss was a terrible thing.

"The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed,

"in a voice that was sweet as a peach,

"But the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own,

"and a bite sharp and cold as a leech."

"Whoo! Tell it Jon!" Shouted Marg, currently drunk off her ass. "Dornish the best." She was hugging Jaehaerys closely as the Crown Prince serenaded the boisterous crowd at his engagement feast - something thought elegant and refined, but anything but.

"Speak for yourself!" shouted Visenya at her future goodsister.

Dany giggled, leaning into Rhae's ear. "I happen to like when my Dornish wife bathes."

Jon tried his best to ignore the bawdy heckles as he continued. He imbibed with them all, but singing - like battle - was something he took very seriously.

"As he lay on the ground with the darkness around,

"and the taste of his blood on his tongue,

"His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer,

"and he smiled and he laughed and he sung,"

Sansa let out a loud boo. "Get to the good stuff ya' fuckin' cuntlicker." Who knew Sansa had such a mouth on her when she was deep in her cups?

"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,

"the Dornishman's taken my life,

"But what does it matter, for all men must die,

"and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!"

"To tasting Dornish!" said Queen Lyanna, raising the cups. Everyone cheered that, the minstrels kicking in a new tune as soon as Jon was done.

The Crown Prince shook his head as the festivities started again. "No one appreciates good culture."

"Oh have some ale and relax!" Robb laughed, shoving a mug into his cousin's hand.

"Get your hands off me, wretch!" Turns out, something was always happening somewhere.

"Oh please, I know yer love it!" Tormund grinned, going in for another kiss at the quite miffed Brienne of Tarth. She answered that with a punch, sending Tormund sprawling. What a woman!

The Free Folk didn't take kindly to that. "Hey, he's ours!" Karsi kicked Brienne in the shin. Brienne responded by punching her too, but the wildling woman was strong and leapt on her. Renly tried to save his comrade, but Smalljon Umber tackled him. Loras went after Umber, Brandon downed his ale and leapt at Loras, Garlan attacked Brandon which drew both Edmure and the Blackfish and suddenly everything descended into a rip-roaring melee.

Jon quickly extricated himself at the moment his mother and Rhaenys both charged into the fray, not wanting to miss a good fight. He ducked behind a column, taking a deep breath at the mess. Granted, no one expected the party to descend into such madness, but Tormund and Val brought in the wildling ice whiskey and it was a potent drink… one the wildlings imbibed when hunting mammoth. To normal Westerosi, it created chaos.

"Hey gorgeous." He saw Dany lean against the column right beside him, bumping his hip and sliding against his side. "Why don't you get in there?"

"Had enough fighting in my life. Don't want to seek one out."

"You went into the melee and joust."

"Oh, that was for you two." He grinned. "Wanted to strut my stuff for you to ogle."

Dany swatted his arm. "Liar." But she appreciated it nonetheless. "We're already married and I treasure our stealing, but I can't wait to wed you beneath the heart tree."

He took her hands. "Me neither."

Suddenly, a tap on his shoulder nearly caused Jon to jump. "Relax, sexy, it's just me." Rhaenys was grinning, inhibitions dulled and passions fueled by the alcohol she ingested.

"How'd you…" Jon looked to the cluster of revelers where he could've sworn she was but moments ago. Either he and Dany were talking for a while or Rhae was a master sneak. Probably both if he was honest to himself. "Never mind."

She raised an eyebrow. "You unhappy I'm here?" It was mostly in jest, but somewhere deep down Rhaenys worried he may someday tire of her.

His reaction allayed such stupid fears. "What? Never." He drew her in and kissed her soundly. "How could I ever tire of a literal goddess."

Blushing, Rhaenys averted her gaze. "Valonqar…" Even when she approached with the most filthy of thoughts and intentions, Daemon went and said something so sweet to make her fall for him all over again.

Sharing a look with Dany, the two sisters instantaneously agreed that if they didn't want to swoon on the floor where they stood as he insisted on singing the entire hall another song, they better get him out of there. "Jon, dearest husband." It still thrilled Dany that she could call him 'husband' and not be lying or japing - it put a beaming grin on her lips unavoidably. "We have a special surprise for you."

Pulling back from Rhaenys, Jon raised his eyebrow at her. "Oh?" He shifted back to Rhae, who bit her lip, and then to the still smiling Dany. "Why do I have the feeling that this will end badly for me?"

Dany looked affronted. "Why Prince Daemon, when would we ever lead you astray?"

"Oh… oh!" Jon shook his head. "I still recollect when you told me Ser Arthur wanted to spar with me. I was so excited I didn't see Rhae holding a sack of flour over my head."

The Princess fought a giggle at the memory. "Alright, that one time."

He still glared. "Remember when you covered my face in honey while I was sleeping and let Rhae's cat in my chambers."

"That was Rhae, not me."

"And I stand by that," Rhaenys laughed, wrapping her arms round him from behind. "But this will be wonderful, I promise." She kissed the back of his neck. "Do you trust your good little dragons?"

Jon grumbled, but nodded. "'Good little dragons' may be a misnomer, but I trust you with my life."

Alright, Dany swore she swooned anyway. "Come on, let's get our man what he deserves." Tugging on his arm while Rhaenys pushed him, they journeyed away from the great hall.

Turned out, things were just as rowdy this far away from the main event. Every room was occupied, filled with moans and screams and drunken giggling that belied something special going on inside. Jon tried to ignore it… until he couldn't. "Wait, is that uncle Ned?"

Dany stopped, putting her ear on one of the doors. "Oh, Ned. Harder." That was definitely Aunt Ashara. "Never stop."

"Oh, Ash. Keep bouncing those hips."

"Mmmm, yesssss... You are so big... Ohhh, Ned."

Pulling back, Dany's lips curled into a grimace. "Alright, that's enough for one woman to hear." Only thing worse was that one time she walked in on her own parents…

"Way to go uncle Ned," Rhae giggled, even as Jon and Dany pulled her away. "Oh stop, you prudes. Wanna hear a good show, I think Loras and Renly Baratheon disappeared into that door."

"Enough! Enough!" Jon was with one mind to get to someplace not populated by horny idiots… "Seven fucking hells."

One couple was too lustful to even make it into a bedchamber. The man - a rather powerful one - had pinned the woman within an alcove. For a moment there was the thought she was being assaulted but it became clear she was reciprocating his hungry kiss with a desperate energy, hands clawing at his body in a pleasurable manner.

When the man began thrusting his hips, a move to her neck revealed Arya in all her glory. "Oh Egg… yes!" Her eyes were closed.

And didn't see Jon glaring. "Oh uncle, I'm going to fucking kill you," he muttered under his breath.

Before he could interrupt the couple's happy moment, Dany and Rhae pulled him away. "Let's go."

"No, I'm defending her honor."

"Would you rather do that - and get punched by her - or claim your own wives?"

He made the decision quickly. "Claim my wives." Jon didn't regret the choice.


"This is humiliating."

"We did this to ourselves, unfortunately."

Lyanna groaned. "I know. That makes it all the more humiliating."

A very nervous, mortified Ser Barristan - whom Elia was sure was still a virgin after so many years in the Kingsguard - had given the Queens instructions hours into the feast. They were written down for posterity, but apparently their husband the King had given the knight instructions to tell them word for word.

Halfway through his words did Elia and Lyanna blush as bright red as Ser Barristan was. Weeks had passed since a triumphant Rhaegar smugly told both of his wives, whom he had finally outfoxed and bamboozled in one of their little competitions, that he hoped to collect two moons of spoils for winning the bet and seeing Jon with both Dany and Rhaenys. Lyanna protested vehemently, only for Lord Tywin - their neutral arbiter - smirk softly and say that the King had won fair and square. Lyarra concurred, making Lyanna mutter under her breath. They are enjoying this too much.

Nevertheless, here the two Queens were - proud and mighty Queens of the most august and ancient blood in Westeros - dressed in rather stereotypical outfits of their various kingdoms. Very skimpy outfits of their various kingdoms, as if an outfit brothels would use to play act Princess Nymeria or a Northern Warrior Queen of Winter for paying customers. "I bet he got this at a brothel," Elia remarked.

"To tell you the truth, I hadn't come up with anything close to this humiliating for you."

"Me neither." The instructions had told them to stand in the middle of their chambers and not move away from there or try to sit down. They obeyed, though they didn't like it. "I don't want to give him the satisfaction of buckling."

There was an icy resolve in Lyanna's eyes. "Nor do I. He's not going to break me." While they adored their husband, they were not common whores - bet or no.

Finally, after the longest time, the doors to the royal bedchamber opened… slowly. Agonizingly slow as if to prolong their torture. Lyanna grit her teeth in a wolf snarl while Elia readied a resolved stare.

Only for any hope of standing their ground to die when Rhaegar finally walked in. Their eyes widened, Elia's jaw slack and Lyanna's tongue uncontrollably licking her lips. Rhaegar was wearing his armor, but not the bulky armor he went into battle with. No, this was a simpler kind, one that left no ridge of muscle not accentuated. His silver hair was loose in lustrous curls about his shoulders.

Underneath the armor he wore a tunic. Only a tunic. Arms and legs were bare, and seemingly stronger than they remembered. He'd been sparring more with Ser Arthur and it paid off.

Their cores grew wet and gazes hungry as they stared at their husband. Damn him. They hadn't counted on Rhaegar to be so damn handsome and… fuckable.

Delicious was the word that came to Elia. Lyanna's inner wolf merely howled.

Kicking the door closed with his foot, Rhaegar gave each of them a half-smirk. His hands were planted behind his back as he walked towards them. Around them. "Hmmmmm… very nice." He was heaping on the Valyrian lilt to his common tongue. Gods, he knew what it did to the both of them. "When Lord Stark and Prince Martell were given my demands for hostages, they knew my preference."

His words seemed to draw Lyanna out of her lust and refocused her to what was going on. She frowned. "Rhaegar, this is far enough…"

"Did I say you could talk, Stark?!"

Lyanna immediately stopped talking. Looking on the floor meekly. She knew High Valyrian… enough of it at least to know what he said, and his tone… that was the closest to a dragon roar he'd give. Not one of battle, but of authority. Of ruling.

"Well?"

"No, your Grace."

He looked at Elia. "Shall I get trouble from you?"

Elia shook her head. "No, your Grace."

"Good." Softening his expression, he continued his inspection of his brides. Rhaegar swore he was harder than he'd ever been in his life - it was agony to delay gratification, but the reward would be perfect. "King Torrhen bent the knee without a fight, so I shan't punish you too much, Lady Stark," Rhaegar offered, reaching out and stroking Lyanna's cheek. Feeling her skin shudder under his touch. Gods, her outfit made her want to simply rip it from her body and plow her on the ground… but he refrained. "You, Princess," he said to Elia. "Your family gave me much more grief, but you are simply too exquisite to degrade."

Catching on rather quickly, Elia nodded, hands clasped in front of her submissively as she saw the servants do. "Thank you, your Grace. You are most generous to such a rebellious realm." Rhaegar reached out his hand to ghost down her bare arm and it left tingles.

Perhaps this would actually be fun…

Rhaegar didn't know how long he looked at his mighty Queens. The loves of his life, whom he had spent two decades with and hopefully another two decades to come.

"Lady Martell, stay there and do not move an inch!" His barked orders made Elia snap still, though he could swore she was shuddering softly. Perfect. "Lady Stark."

"My King," Lyanna responded meekly. It was a tone Rhaegar didn't normally hear from her and if in the ordinary course of ruling it would sadden him greatly - he loved his feisty she-wolf.

Here though, he felt his cock grow harder at the sound… if that was even possible. Striding forward, he reached under her cuirass and grey battledress - also without trousers - and ripped off her underclothes with one strong tug. "If you resist me, I will burn Winterfell to the ground," he growled in her ears like some ruthless Targaryen conqueror of old.

She closed her eyes and nodded. It was all part of the game, and that only made her enjoy herself. "I understand… I live to serve your Grace in anything you require."

Growling again, Rhaegar practically shoved her on the bed, making her gasp in shock and pleasure. She loved his assertive power in bed but this was off the charts. He'll never hurt me. Rhaegar's touches were never in anger… just of love and passion. Lyanna trusted him completely, even when he grabbed her wrists and produced a length of silk rope. No resistance was given when he tied her hands to the headboard… if just curiosity for what delicious thing he was planning.

Satisfied she couldn't get free, Rhaegar turned to see Elia watching with an unhidden lust. He knew his wife was quite diplomatic, but she didn't even bother. "Are you enjoying this, whore?"

Elia shuddered. "No… your Grace."

"No, I think you are." He grabbed her chin, making her look at him. "You Dornish are all alike. Wanton whores."

"Anything you say, my King."

Violet eyes almost black, Rhaegar shoved her face first into the bed. Elia groaned, cheek pressed onto the furs while her husband wrenched her arms behind her back. Soon, the soft silk ropes that bound Lyanna tied her wrists together and left her defenseless in this position. "It's time the Dornish learn the consequences of being a race of wanton whores, Lady Martell." Swiping through her slit, he realized she wasn't wearing smallclothes and groaned. He mounted the bed, not wearing them himself. "House Targaryen doesn't share their women, and you belong to me."

Elia groaned.

"What?" Rhaegar slapped her ass.

She gasped. "I…"

"Say it!" He smacked her harder, shoving the little wisp of gauzy fabric she wore up, exposing her entire pleasure region. "Say it now!" he was relentless in his slaps.

"I belong to you, my King!" she screamed, weeping into the furs. Cunt leaking like a flood. "You and only you! I am your spoils of war, use me as you desire!"

Lyanna fought against her ties, needing to devour Elia's lips at those words. It aroused her so greatly, rubbing her legs together to ease the ache, but there was nothing to quench her thirst - not even her own hands. So she sobbed herself when seeing Rhaegar's powerful cock thrust hard into Elia's heat. I want it! I want that cock!

Every time inside his Dornish love made Rhaegar feel like their first time. A green virgin in spite of a dragon and Seven Kingdoms under his command, only the fire in his blood allowed him to overcome his nerves and properly bed these goddesses he had fallen in love with. It never changed, but his confidence was greater and the love was greater. That swirled in his mind as one hand molested Elia's swinging breasts while the other gripped tightly to her hip for leverage. Rhaegar didn't hold back, bottoming out, pulling nearly to the tip, and then bottoming out again.

Filthy moans left Elia's lips. Unintelligible filthy moans with words in common tongue and even ancient Rhoynish. He enjoyed them, fucking her fast only to pause, earning a torrent of curses before he sped up again. Looking up, Rhaegar saw Lyanna so horny that it seemed to hurt her, and he took pity. Forcefully grabbing Elia's hair, he drowned her gasp by shoving it into Lya's cunt. "Eat her out like the wanton slut you are."

Immediately, Elia latched on to the delicious treat, making Lyanna scream in relief almost instantaneously. Yes… yes… yes… She thrashed about in pleasure.

"If you make her cum I will destroy Sunspear and Winterfell," Rhaegar promised, his voice a dragon roar as he continued fucking Elia harder and harder - returning to palm her breasts and pinch her nipples. He heard Elia cry into Lya's cunt. When Lyanna was just on the precipice, Rhaegar tugged at Elia's hair, pulling her from Lya's core. "No, only cum when I say!"

"Please, my King," Lyanna begged, her voice meek and docile, yet pleading. "Have mercy!"

"Mercy is for the weak." He gasped out the last word, cause he started to feel his own climax begin. "Cum, whore. Cum for your King…" It was the last word he shouted before Rhaegar finally released his seed into Elia… who also shattered completely.

Watching her shake and mewl in pleasure, Rhaegar pulled out of Elia and was by Lya's side. "Your Grace?" she said, hunger in her eyes as she stared at his cock.

"Clean it." Lyanna complied, devouring his semi-flaccid cock with gusto. Dragons had powerful stamina and this whole scene was so pleasing, so he was hard again very quickly. Pulling back, Rhaegar climbed atop his winter goddess. Bracing himself, the King sheathed himself into her depths. "Wrap your legs around me, wolf."

"Yes, my King," she gasped, doing as bidded. He began his furious assault on her most sacred places and Lyanna loved it. She was wild and free, but loved being claimed by her dragon. Made into a slut for the King. It was her secret and only her beloveds knew it. "I'm yours…"

"Belong to me!" he bellowed, sucking her neck harshly as his thrusts became erratic. "The North did not submit to the Andals but you submit to me!" Another harsh bite, this time on the shoulder.

It would clearly mark but Lyanna was too far gone to care. "I submit to you!"

"My wolf! My pet!"

"Yes… yes… yes!" They tumbled off the cliff together.

Hours later, utterly spent, the three of them were simply laying on the bed next to each other. The room was devoid of all sounds but their deep, gasping breaths - hearts pounding in their chests. "Fuck," Rhaegar grunted. "Mother of fuck…"

"I… I didn't know anyone could last that long…" Lyanna had her nights of the most wondrous passion but this… gods, it blew them all away.

"We should've done this years ago," Elia stammered, still trembling a bit from her last explosive orgasm. We need to submit to the mighty dragon more often.

Rhaegar chuckled as best he could. "Just give me a day to rest before we do. I swore my heart almost gave out one time back there." Oh who was he kidding? These two could be just reading a book and he'd want to shove them against a wall and defile them. All pretenses ended, he returned to the utterly loving husband and pulled them to him. "Come'ere."

They were more than glad to reciprocate. Normally they slept in a spoon position, usually one of the Queens sandwiched between the other two, but now both Queens simply snuggled into Rhaegar's chest. Their handsome dragon King. "Rhaegar…" Lyanna breathed.

"Mmmm…?" He mumbled, eyes beginning to slack.

"Did you mean it? When you said you wanted to breed us?"

Elia's head lifted in interest. "Aye, did you?" It was in the heat of lust, but now that she thought of it again it was her heart rather than her cunt that the image struck.

Rhaegar's eyes half-opened to look at them both. "Aye, I think we should."

"Why?" his Dornish beauty asked.

"Well… Jon, Dany, and Rhae will be taking up residence on Dragonstone, while Jae and Margaery will get Summerhall and Senya's moving to Storm's End. We still have our youngest, but I don't want to be known as the grandfather. We're still young, and damn me if I don't want more little dragons racing around calling me kepa."

Eying Elia, her heart soaring when her wife's expression matched hers, Lyanna pressed a kiss to Rhaegar's neck. "Well, you have two moons to do whatever you want to us. If you order us to refrain from moon tea then we have to obey you, my King."

Rhaegar said nothing, merely kissing the crowns of their heads and holding them tightly.


"Please just tell me what I'm walking into. I don't like surprises."

"You like surprising us," Rhaenys stated.

"Yes, cause I know the surprises I have planned for you." Luckily, there was no one around in the royal wing - his parents had probably retired, but their quarters were a bit away. He did not want to hear what was going on there.

Dany reached the door, hand on the knob. "Alright, Jon. We're here. You can cease your bellyaching." Pushing it open, they were immediately assaulted by the sounds of sex. "Oh hells… you couldn't wait, could you?"

"Did they start without us?" Rhaenys asked, huffing with her hands on her hips.

Jon was confused. "What?" But when he entered, his eyes glazed over and jaw went slack.

Waiting in his bed - newly brought in to more comfortably fit him and his brides as a copy of his parents' bed - were Ari and Val. Both, he could've sworn, had been at the party but they were here. A flagon of ale was empty on the bedside table, while they were both completely naked and pleasuring each other. They broke apart though, eyeing them seductively. "You were taking too long."

"Blame Tormund. He tried too hard to flirt with Brienne of Tarth."

"Oh them… they're already a thing."

"What?!" Dany was shocked.

Val chuckled. "She hates to admit it but I hear it's the best sex that girl's ever known… and she's only known Tormund." She laughed at her own jape.

"Will someone tell me what's going on?!" Jon didn't know whether to be mortified or lustful. His cock had its own idea, getting hard as steel.

Giving him a sultry look, Rhaenys walked to him and ran a hand down his chest. "You've been such a good husband, my Prince. You make us fall in love with you again every damn day."

"You deserve the world." Dany pressed against his back - gods, she had slipped out of her dress and was nude. "But let us give you this little gift for the night. All of us, yours to do with as you please." She licked the shell of his ear.

Rhaenys stripped as well, dress pooling at her feet. "What do you want?"

He gulped. "Pleasure each other simultaneously." It came out as a croak, but they both smiled.

"Perfect," Ari licked her lips. Soon the two Princesses were pinned underneath the needy guests. Ari paired with Dany and Val with Rhae, them in a reciprocating position with moans and sighs of pleasure wafting through the air. Jon, utterly transfixed, came to his senses and quickly stripped bare himself. Walking to… Dany first, as soon as she saw his cock Dany left Ari and sucked it into her warm, wet mouth.

"Don't stop, Daenerys," Ari whined.

Dany yanked her mouth away from him, fingers pulling out of Ari. "Don't overthink it, Jon. Fuck her. This is your present from us." She was insistent, and who was Jon to deny her anything. I have the best wives in the world.

Lining up with Ari's cunt, remembering just how good she was from long ago, Jon pushed steadily forward. He felt her walls swallow his tip and Ari moaned wantonly into Dany's heat. Mindful of Dany licking at Ari's tip, he gripped the Dornish beauty's hips and began pushing in and out. "Oh yes, Ari." He slapped her ass, watching it jiggle. From the renewed moans coming from between Dany's legs, Ari was enjoying greatly.

"Come for me, baby," Dany mumbled, addressed to either one of them.

Jon didn't know… but deduced it was Ari for she began to spasm around his cock. "AArrgghh! Cummmminggg!" she cried out into Dany's pussy, driving her to orgasm as well. It felt so fucking wonderful, but Jon bit his lip and refused to explode.

He was going to last if it killed him.

Meanwhile to his side, Rhaenys having driven her over the edge, it didn't sate Val as she was anxious to have a turn with Jon. They hadn't fucked since well before the final battle with the dead and when he pulled away from her lover and his sister, she almost tackled him as he came into view. Jon fell to the bed and Val straddled his hips. "Ooh, you're still ready… and Ari didn't finish you?" He shook his head. "You have amazing willpower, King Dragon." Smirking, she pinned his wrists and held them to the mattress. "I've got you trapped. What are you going to do for me?"

"There's not much I can do."

"I'll answer the question. You'll let me fuck you."

"Is that a fact?"

Val didn't answer, instead sinking down on his cock, feeding his hardness into her. She moaned just as he groaned, releasing his wrists and resting on his powerful chest as she rode him. He gave it to her hard like she wanted it, and soon they were both huffing and puffing from exertion.

"Is this what you want?".

"Yes, fuck me! Fuck my tight pussy!" Val lost herself, watched by a hungry Ari and an even hungrier pair of Princesses.

This had been their treat for Jon - their present for him being the man of their dreams that made their hearts swell with love and happiness whenever he looked at them or they at him, but Daenerys and Rhaenys suddenly felt a little surge of jealousy at seeing Jon's face contort in pleasure as Val climaxed around him. No… he only comes inside us. Daenerys bit back a growl. Val was her friend, but Jon was her man. Only Rhae could share him.

She stepped forward. "Off, Val."

"Or what?" She challenged Dany, only to gasp as she smacked her ass hard. "Alright, alright…" She was doe-eyed and shuddering from her orgasm, so was pliable.

Jon looked up at her with hunger. "Sit on my face, Dany." Daenerys thought she was going to die of lust in that moment and hurriedly did as she was told.

Behind, Rhaenys straddled his cock. Oh, she was going to enjoy this.

"Aaah… my loves…" It felt amazing, being smothered by them. A beautiful woman was a sight to behold. Someone as kind a cousin as Ari or as steadfast a friend as Val could build the deepest affections with him. But Rhae and Dany… It was a different feeling entirely. They were his everything, his soul… as close a bond to them as he had with Vhagar.

For a dragonrider, there was nothing greater.

Jon pleasured them with his tongue and his cock, simultaneously spearing through both their cunts in a desperate, hungry ardor. He needed to cum. He needed them to cum. His need couldn't be satisfied until they shattered so thoroughly that any other man would be ruined for them for life.

Gods be good, Dany gripped the ironwood headboard of their bed. She needed it as Jon lavished her cunt. It was just his tongue, but oh what amazements he could do with it. The mighty Valyrian Princess rode his face with a wanton abandon, moaning like a common whore. "Please… need…" Whatever words wanted to come out morphed into unintelligible moans.

"Oh Dany… he's so damn good inside me." Two hands were molesting her breasts, ones she adored and immediately recognized. Rhaenys' Valyrian had the ever so slight Dornish lilt and it was so seductive as to melt Daenerys. Flipping her hair and looking over her shoulder, her wife was frantically bouncing on Jon's cock, raven hair falling haphazardly over her face in a sheen Dany's cunt pulsed, utterly transfixed by the sight.

But Rhae had his seed that morning. It was her turn. "Off, Rhae. Switch." The fiery glare in her dark purple eyes made Rhaenys helpless but to obey.

Apparently the mighty Rhaenys Targaryen had a submissive streak.

Shuffling along the bed, Dany was just about to mount her man - his cock erect and deliciously coated in Rhaenys' juices - when a strangled scream left Rhae's lips. Seeing her wife lose control made Dany growl. "Yes, husband… defile her cunt." She grabbed his dragon cock, slowly lowering herself down onto it till it was fully inside her. Biting her lip to keep the screams down. Jon was splitting her open and she adored it. "Oh, I love you both," she gasped out.

Suddenly, a pair of lips tugged at her nipple. Dany found a patch of blonde hair as Val feasted, adding her attention while one hand rubbed at Dany's nub… and the other pistoned into her own cunt. Ahead, Arianne was doing the same to Rhae. A marvelous sight, one Jon deserved to have.

Jon was having the time of his life. All thoughts were banished that didn't have to do with pleasing his women. Hands reaching up, he grabbed at Rhae's heaving breasts… only for Arianne to drag his right to her own ample chest. Fuck, I love the Dornish. Utterly delicious. Thumbing their nipples Arianne wailed into Rhae's breast and sped her self-pleasure while Rhae creamed in his mouth. Bucking his hips harder into Dany, Jon felt like Aegon the Conqueror, roaring as he had his fill.

Assaulted on two sides, Daenerys was so close to losing it. "Dae...mon… Val!" she moaned until she screamed as Jon slammed against the entrance to her womb just as Val flicked her nipple. Triggering her climax, she pulled at Val and kissed her hungrily… needing the grounding. Neck straining but worth it.

Her lips were softer than Jon's and harder than Rhae's, but served their purpose.

Hitting her wombhead until his Valyrian Princess came around him was Jon's undoing. He could feel her walls tightening, almost squeezing him out. The sound of their skin colliding filled the bedchamber, triggering his sudden burst of seed. Jon plunged his tongue deep into Rhae, making her shatter as she screamed. Val and Ari were short behind them.

One by one the four ladies collapsed bonelessly. Val and Arianne reached for each other in a mass of femining flesh while the dragons drew to each other. It looked like a nesting trio. Dany was half atop their husband, sweaty form flush against his skin. Rhaenys cuddled into his side, just as exhausted by the alcohol and orgasms. "This..." Jon breathed out. "Best surprise ever."

Dany giggled tiredly. "Glad you were pleased, my Prince. Though we can't take all the credit."

Val looked over to him while Ari was already sound asleep - a snoring next to him found Rhaenys in the same situation. Fight hard, fuck hard, sleep hard. Dornish. "I fucking missed out. You are much more passionate when other dragons are spurring you on, Targaryen."

"Least you got one experience," Jon smirked.

Her blue eyes twinkled. "Who says it needs to be a one off."

Jon opened his mouth to respond, but felt a yawn instead. Dany kissed the hollow of his neck. "Sleep my love. Rest, you deserve it."

The Crown Prince was out like a light as soon as his head was slack against the pillow.


"Are you doing it right?" Helaena asked, her blonde hair falling sloppily all over her face. "I want this perfect and in order."

"Who do you take me for, my dragon?" Cregan replied gruffly, finishing the ties of her arms and ankles. "Time to steal you to my chambers."

"Yes…" she gasped. "Please steal me, I want to be your wife!" After so long as being known as the wife of that whoring pig, she finally had the chance at a good marriage. Hefted onto his shoulders just as Daenerys and Rhaenys had been by their direwolf, Helaena was elated. I'm gonna ride him till his cock breaks.

Cregan determined and Helaena laughing throatily, neither noticed the patriarch and co-matriarch of their dynasty watching them. "Fuck, we're all debased," Visenya shook her head.

Aegon only laughed. "Says the woman who likes it when I lick her…"

"Stop," Visenya replied firmly, a blush adorning her cheeks.

It wasn't just the royal court in King's Landing that engaged in massive frivolity and debauchery. All among the heavens did the Targaryens gather at Aerys and Joanna's manse for the biggest feast of their lives, celebrating Rhaenys, Daenerys, and Daemon's engagement.

"Shot! Shot! Shot!" Dozens gathering around a cluster of competitors, only four remained from the ten that began… "Aight, I'm out," burbled Daemon, trying to stand but his legs giving out underneath him. It took the deceptively strong grip of his two brides to hold him up - his handsome features haggard and flushed from the toxic levels of alcohol he downed.

"Not up to snuff, brother?" Viserys laughed, finishing his shot and tipping it over - slamming it on the table to join nearly fifty companions. "Never doubt the strength of the lover of life."

Daemon would've launched a retort, but he was trying not to puke all over his shirt and shoes. The area reeked of vomit when his grandson Aegon and Rogar Baratheon were eliminated at the twentieth and thirty-seventh shot respectively. "You did good, my love," Nyra whispered, kissing his neck.

"Lasted five rounds more than I," his father Baelon remarked, arms crossed and watching his surviving son with a rather perverse pride. "And two more than your own daughter." Baela was so plastered, she was currently trying to strip Daeron as he carried her off… the two probably correlated, not that it helped Daemon's nausea.

He nodded. "Forgive me… if I don't… talk much…" Both she and Laena giggled, while Baelon rolled his eyes and chuckled knowingly.

Maegor, acting as umpire, clapped his hands for the remaining three. "Next round! Fifty-fourth. Make it quick!"

"No way you bastards beat me this time," Aegor 'Bittersteel' Rivers hissed, though his famous temper was staggered by his slurring words.

Viserys may have been jolly and seemingly soft, but his blow was powerful as he slapped Bittersteel on the back. "Don't underestimate your dear great-grandfather. That's why I'm ahead on the betting odds."

"Sorry nephew," Saera Targaryen called out. "I've got a thousand gold-dragons on great-grandmother."

"Same!" proclaimed young Daena.

"Agreed," spoke Bloodraven, earning a glare from Bittersteel.

Rhaenys, the original Rhaenys, sat across from her two remaining descendents trying to challenge her. While her eyes were glassy and features relaxed, she still said nothing. A tiny grin her only expression. Wordlessly, a servant brought the new round of shots. "Right," Maegor declared. "Ready. On my mark." All three picked up their glasses, both Viserys and Bittersteel unsteadily as they did so. "Drink!"

The chant began again. "Shot! Shot! Shot!" Rhaenys quickly downed her glass and slammed it down, followed by Viserys a short moment later. Both stared at each other, almost as if trying to psych the other out, but soon all attention was drawn to Bittersteel. He was having a tough time of it, almost looking green for a moment as he tried to power through the glass… finally, he reached the end, slamming the cup down and smirking… before his head pitched forward and impacted with the table - knocked out.

There was a long silence before the entire crowd of Targs cheered - mostly at the entertainment of it all. "Pay up suckers!" Daemon Blackfyre bellowed, collecting bags of coin from various other Targs… including one from Maegor himself.

Incredulous, Bloodraven shook his head. "You took bets against our brother?"

"He's good, but not that good," Daemon laughed.

Rhaenys raised an eyebrow. "You bet against me, my son?" Her first words of the competition.

Maegor shrugged. "Thought he'd be in the top two," paying Daemon.

Enjoying his spoils, Daemon grabbed a quill and hauled Bittersteel's prone form around, starting to draw various embarrassing shapes - including but not limited to an engorged phallus and seven-pointed star. "Do not judge me," he hissed at his family.

"No, do go on," laughed Saera. She was much enjoying this.

Two more rounds were downed but Rhaenys and Viserys were both stubbornly holding on. "Give up, grandmother?" he asked her. Rhaenys said nothing. "Come on, you have to say more than two words to me."

She looked at him, a tiny smirk on her lips as the new round came forth. "You lose." There wouldn't be any prying her from that, no matter how hard Viserys frowned.

It was a unanimous point that such ugly expressions did not suit the jolly monarch.

Each picked up their glasses, raising them to each other and quickly downing the liquid. Rhaenys was swaying but steadily finished, smacking it down with a triumphant grin. Viserys was a bit slower but managed to finish the glass. He laughed merrily and moved to smack it down when the full weight of the dozens of shots he'd consumed made him slip, falling to the floor in a heap of ruddy skin and confused looks. Alicent and Aemma rushed to him, as did his son Daeron, whose clothes were askew and hair mussed for obvious reasons.

Maegor walked to his muna and raised her hand. "Winner!"

Now triumphant, basking under the cheers of her family, Rhaenys leaped up and pumped her fist in the air. "Whooo! Suck it!" Gone was the stoic Queen and back was the woman she was underneath. Fun loving, happy, and quite adventurous. "Where's the music! We need some music!" She looked at the minstrels. "Put on something with some bounce… no mellow shit!"

They all looked at each other and the leader shrugged, beginning a rather fast tune from Old Valyria.

"Oh yeah!" Rhaenys cheered, smiling as her family began to enjoy themselves in dance. Seeing her husband, she rushed to him. "Egg, dance with me."

Aegon raised his eyebrow, sharing a look with Visenya. "Are you sure you can dance, Rhae?"

"I'm shocked she can even stand." While Aegon was a little buzzed, just enough to loosen up, Visenya had not a drop to drink - she couldn't stand the foul stuff.

Rhaenys frowned. "Oh shut up… Vis," she slurred. "Don't be such a dour Daena."

"Dour Daena? Is that even a thing?" Watching their beautiful Daena pour northern ale into a funnel held by Prince Duncan as Alyssa gulped it down as fast as possible, she was anything but dour. "Maybe we should take you to sleep it off."

"Fuck you, Vis. I wanna party!"

"Maybe we should try and have a good time with our family. I mean, look at our mortal descendents. They're enjoying themselves so why don't we?"

Looking at the screen, seeing Jon being dragged away by his beautiful brides to places… obvious places, Rhaenys smiled sultrily. "Maybe we should take this party somewhere… more intimate."

"Rhae, you're drunk," Visenya stated.

"So?" She leaned into her ear, licking the shell. "You know what I let you do to me when I'm drunk… and what I do to you…"

Eyes closed, Rhaenys' words going straight to her core, Visenya cleared her throat. "Husband, take us to bed. Now." She didn't have to tell him twice, the conqueror hefting both of his wives onto his shoulders and carrying them off, Visenya smirking softly while Rhaenys whooped! Their reveling family cheering them on… or deciding that their dynasty's founders were onto something.

A/N: Well there you have it. A full on panoply of Targcest of all shapes and sizes.

Hopefully Rhaegar's 'punishment' for his Queens meets expectations.

This was probably the most fun Targ ancestor scene to write.

Please be sure to comment on the smut, and the story's almost done. Only two chapters to go.