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King's Landing ― Blackwater Bay…
Laenor took his sons Jacaerys and Lucerys flying atop Seasmoke over Blackwater Bay. Although the dragon was large at one hundred feet long and was more accustomed to his rider, the heir to Driftmark worked to have both strapped to a makeshift saddle to hold the three of them. Therefore, Seasmoke was more uncomfortable having more than one person on his back than either Jacaerys or Lucerys were by being confined in such tight corners. Nevertheless, both the Velaryon princes were happy to spend quality time with their father. "Hold on tight, you two," Laenor told them.
"*Wrooooh!*" Seasmoke screeched.
"Father, can we please go faster?" Lucerys asked.
"No, no. No. We can't have your mother throttle me when we go back."
Before long, high-pitched squawks emanated from behind. The young juvenile dragons, Vermax and Arrax, flapped their wings as hard as possible to keep up with Seasmoke. However, unlike Seasmoke, Vermax and Arrax were still considered too small for Jacaerys or Lucerys to ride. So, they flew alongside their relatives – Vermax on the right near Jacaerys, and Arrax on the left near Lucerys.
"*Ree-raaah!*"
"*Reeeee!*"
"Aōle lykemās, Vermaks! (Calm down, Vermax!)" Jacaerys hushed.
"Ao tolī, Arraks! (You too, Arrax!)" Lucerys did the same with his dragon.
Laenor continued guiding Seasmoke through the skies with Vermax and Arrax close by. For a while, things have been going smoothly for him and the boys so far. However, a shadow soon eclipsed them all. Looking up, Laenor, Jacaerys, and Lucerys watched as more dragons soared from a field of clouds with ease before coming into view.
"*Guuuuuuur!*" Vermithor rumbled a guttural growl as he flew above Seasmoke. Being over two hundred feet long with a 400-foot wingspan, the Bronze Fury was larger than the younger but nimbler pale silver-grey dragon. Controlling the harness to Vermithor's saddle was none other than Prince Jaehaerys along with his younger brother, Aegon the Younger, sitting in the front. Of course, being a large, elder dragon, Vermithor was big enough to carry two people with no problem whatsoever.
"Lua, Vērmithari. Sȳris se gīdāpa. (That's it, Vermithor. Nice and steady.)" Jaehaerys instructed. "How are you holding, Aegon? Still got your harness strapped in?"
"Whoa," Aegon basked in the view from high in the skies, "we're so high up now! I bet you can see Dragonstone from here!" He leaned over to see Seasmoke beneath them, with Laenor, Jacaerys, and Lucerys looking up at them. "Hello down there! You look awfully small from this angle, you know that?"
"Hey!" Lucerys exclaimed.
"We don't all have older dragons, cousin!" Jacaerys pointed out.
"Knock it off. Stop teasing them," Jaehaerys scolded his brother before looking up. "Ah, here they come," he announced.
"*Rooooooa!*"
Descending from above, gliding next to Vermithor, Aemma rode Silverwing with her older brother Viserys strapped behind her in the saddle. "Konir sȳz riña, Gēliotīkun. Skorion konir sȳz riña. (Good girl, Silverwing. What a good girl.)" she cooed. This act of affection earned Aemma a reciprocating growl from Silverwing, who vocalized her approval. "Jay! Aegon! Over here!" she waved her brothers down.
"We see you, Aemma! Are things holding up all right on your end?"
"Uh-huh! We're keeping this going at a steady pace. Father said so. He said Silverwing's pretty old and not as young as she used to be so I can't be too hard on her."
"*Urrrrr!*" Silverwing responded.
"Iksan pirtiapos, Gēliotīkun! Iksan pirtiapos! (I'm kidding, Silverwing! I'm kidding!)"
"Hah, easy now, Aemma," Jaehaerys warned. "Whether it's in High Valyrian or the Common Tongue, a dragon understands what you say."
"Yeah, don't think I don't know that much at least," Aemma replied. She felt an increased pressure around her midsection. "Ngh! Brother, you're squeezing me too tight…" she strained.
Viserys eased his grip. "Oh, sorry, Aemma," he apologized. "I'm just… not used to being on a big dragon that's all." It's a shame Maelyx isn't big enough yet. I'd prefer his company, and I bet he does too.
"Wait a while, Viserys. You'll learn to get used to it." Aemma observed Seasmoke ascending closer. "Hello, uncle. Jace, Luke," she waved.
"Ah, princess," Laenor acknowledged. "Does your… father know that you're all here?" he inquired.
"Yes," Aegon the Younger stated. "He's with us right now."
"But I don't see him," Lucerys looked around.
"Oh, don't worry. He's here. You'll see for yourself soon."
"*RUUUUUUUUAA!*"
All eyes turned up at the clouds above upon hearing another dragon's powerful roar. After a while, the field of clouds dispersed as Vaelor dove through the skies and placed himself at the front of the pack. In the past ten years since Rhaenyra's wedding, the Swiftrunner had grown to an astonishing 207 feet in length, stood almost two hundred feet in height, and had a wingspan of 406½feet with added muscle to his bulk. His horns atop his head curved upward – making him look draconic – with a few protruding from his lower jaw as well; his scales hardened and overlapped each other, increasing his durability. Although he had grown noticeably larger than before, Vaelor surprisingly retained his reputable speed and mobility as the fastest dragon in the Seven Kingdoms.
Aeonar held onto the harness, with Daeron sitting on his lap. "Keep yourself strapped in, pay attention to your surroundings," he instructed his youngest son. "And hold on tight. We're going in." Glancing over his shoulder at the others, Aeonar spun his index finger in the air in a circular motion signaling for them to follow him.
Daeron didn't mind. The young prince was happy. He was having the time of his life!
Eventually, the dragons approached the shoreline, and behind it, the Red Keep, King's Landing, and the Dragonpit. Once they circled for another pass, each of them witnessed a large gathering of locals coming to watch. The dragons flew in low, and once they were close enough, they quickly turned upward – brushing past them as the spectators applauded at the sight. Not every day did many expect to see Vaelor, Vermithor, Silverwing, and Seasmoke performing aerial acrobatics and demonstrating their majestic power; there were still of course Vermax, Arrax, Corxes, Maelyx, and Gaemon, as well, but they were still juvenile dragonlings who screeched in a high-pitched tone as they flew struggling to keep up.
Down on the ground, Alicent and Rhaenyra watched their families flying their dragons. Rhaenyra would like nothing more than to go fly with her sons with Syrax as well, but she had to stay behind to take care of Joffrey.
"Faster! Faster! Faster!" Daeron exclaimed excitedly.
"Patience, son. Patience. We have plenty of time." Besides, if I had Vaelor go full speed ahead, your small body wouldn't be able to handle the pressure. Aeonar scoured the surface of the Blackwater like he was searching for something. Hmm. Any moment now… Maintaining one hand on the harness, Aeonar reached into his pocket with the other hand to pull out a spyglass.
"What're you looking for, papa?" Daeron inquired curiously.
"Shh, shh." Pressing the scope against his right eye, Aeonar got a closer look at the Blackwater. After a while, he spotted something: two marine mammals coming to the surface. There you are. "Want to see what Vaelor is capable of?"
"Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!"
"Then hold on tight." Aeonar tapped his dragon three times. "Kisittan jēda, Valor. (Feeding time, Vaelor.)"
Vaelor's predatory eyes scanned the surface of the Blackwater in search of prey. He could see them too: two whales – a subadult male and an adult female. Growling menacingly, the Swiftrunner weaves around and dives closer, tucking his wings close to the sides of his body to increase maximum velocity. Daeron instinctively shut his eyes and felt his lips flapping due to the wind blowing in his face, but he held onto the harness as tightly as he could. The smell of salty sea air reached his nose, indicating they were getting closer to the water. Extending his foot claws, Vaelor quickly spread his wings out to slow himself down and swooped low enough when the whales were beginning to breach and snatched the subadult in his talons. Gripping onto his prey tightly, the Swiftrunner took flight once again to bring it to a predetermined area.
"Whoooa," Jacaerys stared in awe.
"Incredible," Lucerys chimed in.
Jaehaerys watched the hunting prowess of his father's dragon. "Incredible…" he examined. So that's how they hunt.
"*Gurrroooo!*" Vermithor growled gutturally.
He's getting hungry too. "Māstan, Vērmithari. Pikagon zirȳ. (Come, Vermithor. Follow them.)"
Vermithor took off in pursuit of Vaelor and the whale carcass; Silverwing screeched in acknowledgment of her mate and followed closely behind. Before long, Seasmoke chased after them with Vermax, Arrax, Corxes, Maelyx, and Gaemon screeching loudly trying to keep up.
Upon settling in a remote location on the beach, Aeonar and his children dismounted from their respective dragons as Laenor did the same with Jacaerys and Lucerys. From there, they witnessed Vaelor, Vermithor, Silverwing, and Seasmoke being the first to feast on the subadult whale carcass.
"Why aren't they eating?" Aemma asked, pointing at Vermax, Arrax, Corxes, Maelyx, and Gaemon who simply sat on the sandy dunes watching.
"Like humans, dragons retain a social hierarchy if they're paired in groups," Aeonar explained. "Being older and larger, Vaelor, Vermithor, Silverwing, and Seasmoke get to eat first. Vermax, Arrax, Corxes, Maelyx, and Gaemon, however, because they're much smaller, simply have to do what smaller dragons have always had to do for millennia when something bigger takes their food: they just have to wait their turn and hope their kinsmen leave behind some scraps."
"How come?"
"Because it's the natural order of things."
Seasmoke, sinking his jaws into the carcass's fatty blubber, tried to pull back but lost his grip. Clamping down again, he shifted his body to the left before flinging himself to the right to tear off a chunk – slamming himself directly into Vermithor's side; the Bronze Fury immediately released his grip and whipped around on the smaller, younger dragon for disturbing into his meal.
"*RAAAAAAAAAH!*" Vermithor roared angrily.
Seasmoke lowered his body in a submissive stance, growling in draconic vocalizing clicks to communicate his apologies to the larger, elder dragon. Vaelor looked at him and vocalized clicks of his own, as did Silverwing – mostly to express their annoyance. As the whale was devoured, by the end of the day, there remained enough meat, fat, and blubber for Vermax, Arrax, Corxes, Maelyx, and Gaemon to finally move in to finish whatever was left – of course, Vermax and Gaemon occasionally snipped and yapped at each other for the bigger pieces.
Despite being intelligent social creatures, dragons are still animals. Aggressive and territorial. They need to be let out of the Dragonpit more to be allowed to hunt and given room to exercise, lest they risk losing one of the three deciding factors that make them so powerful.
Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast…
"And then he went, 'whooooooa!' Like that," Daeron waved his arms to imitate a dragon gliding and made whooshing sounds like cutting the wind.
"Really?" Alicent said. Upon her family's landing, during their evening supper, she listened to her children's stories of flying from their dragons, each one describing it from their perspective.
"Yeah, yeah! And then we went like this 'pwoooooooa!' and then-and then 'reeeee!'"
"We get it, already," Aegon rolled his eyes.
Daeron stuck out his tongue. "You're just jealous because I got to go with papa, and you didn't," he replied.
"Boys, enough. This is the last thing you two ought to be doing."
"How come we couldn't go on ours, but they could?" Aegon complained.
"Maelyx is still too small to ride," Viserys pointed out. "As is Corxes and Gaemon."
"Not just us," Aemma chimed, "but Jace and Luke are the same way with Vermax and Arrax. And aunt Rhaenyra couldn't come with us because she has to take care of Joffrey."
"Mustn't be an easy task taking care of a newborn," Jaehaerys suggested.
"Teehee! Wouldn't you rather keep flying on dragonback than change smelly small clothes all day?" Daeron teased.
"Oh, Daeron, don't be so dramatic! At least parents go to great lengths to provide for their children and give them a better life."
"I know, but…"
"You'll understand when you all have children of your own someday," Alicent remarked. "It's a responsibility that can be both rewarding and challenging. But with a dedicated support system to help make things easier – your father, grandfather, your aunt Rhaenyra, and your uncles in House Hightower, it sent us a message: we were not alone."
Jaehaerys hummed. "Mother," he inquired, "how did a highborn lady end up meeting a Targaryen prince in the first place?" he asked.
"Ooh, yes, I've always wanted to hear that!" Aemma chirped; her eyes sparkled, hoping for a hint of romance in the story.
"This isn't going to be one of those mushy stories, is it?" Aegon and Viserys tilted their heads.
"Hush, you two," Aeonar scolded.
Alicent knew it would be a matter of time before she would retell the story of how she met her future in-laws at some point. Nevertheless, she felt humored. "Your father and I met more than twenty-five years ago during the Great Council at Harrenhal, back when your grandfather was still a prince himself," she explained.
"So, grandpa wasn't a king yet?" Daeron asked.
"Not yet, dear, no, he wasn't. You see, the Old King lost both of his elder sons – Prince Aemon and Prince Baelon – and he was left without an heir. To avoid a costly civil war, he convened a Great Council to choose who would succeed him. I always thought that Targaryens were holy, benevolent royals like King Jaehaerys was, given how he gave the realm more than 60 years of peace. My father – your grandfather, Ser Otto Hightower – had been named Hand to King and brought our family over to the Red Keep before then. We didn't get the chance to converse much since they spent most of their time on Dragonstone until the Old King passed. We… began spending more time getting to know one another following your grandfather's coronation."
"Yes, I vaguely remember a shy, bashful little girl being as courteous as possible if not tucking herself behind her mother's skirts," Aeonar raised a brow.
"Oh, hush, you," Alicent shushed.
"When did you and mama fall in love?" Aemma asked.
Alicent blushed a little.
« What I'm… trying to say, Alicent, is that I… I like you. I care about you. More than I should. More than simply just as a friend. But like how a man sees a woman. When I'm with you, my guts feel like they're tied up in knots, I get excited and confused all at once… »
"Well, it was only after your grandfather named me Master of Whisperers," Aeonar answered.
"I heard the tales," Jaehaerys said. "You were considered the youngest person to ever be appointed to the small council at fifteen, father."
"Indeed. Your mother and I practically knew each other our whole lives. Of course, it wasn't until we were teenagers did we somehow manage to find ways to meet more privately. The godswood was our favorite spot since it offered enough seclusion. From there, I set my plans in motion."
"Plans, were they? The truth is I stumbled upon your father rehearsing his lines by accident. He was so nervous about what he wanted to say to me that he almost made a fool out of himself."
"Hey! At least it all worked out in the end."
« But I need to know. Do you… do you feel the same way? »
Alicent chuckled. "It did, indeed. So yes, children. Once your father confessed that he had feelings for me, it caught me off-guard. I had suspected there was something there, but nothing prepared me for a prince sweeping me off my feet. It was like a maiden's fantasy made real," she reminisced. "The perfect setting, the right words, the handsome prince… the perfect romance. We've been together ever since. But the truth is… I've loved your father even before then." Amid her recollection of memories, Alicent momentarily paused when she realized what she was saying as all her children were now looking at her.
"Wait, what?" Viserys said.
"Well, well, mother…" Aegon teased.
"You mean both you and papa loved each other since you were little kids? How sweet!" Aemma gushed.
"Eew!" Daeron gagged.
"M-Mother," even Jaehaerys looked surprised with a faint flush forming on his cheeks.
"N-Never mind me already!" Alicent stammered with embarrassment.
"Come on, mother, don't leave us hanging! What about the juicy parts?" the twins pressed.
"N-No, stop it now!"
"C'mon, mama! Tell us more!"
"A-Aemma!"
Aeonar watched with amusement at Alicent's attempt to change the subject, but the children would not relent in their questioning. No matter how hard she tried, they would not let up and continued pressing for more stories on their parents' childhood memories – some more than others; Aegon and Viserys wanted more details, but Aemma – fascinated by the idea of childhood romance – wanted her mother to tell her more stories of her and her father, what they were like when they were younger. But, then again, they were still young and had plenty of questions in need of answering. The world's problems can wait a little bit longer; for now, the Young Dragon would be permitted to rest on his laurels and spend time with his own family.
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When night swept over King's Landing, covering the capital city in a sea of darkness, only the stars above offered plenty of illumination to light the earth itself. While Vaelor, Vermithor, and Silverwing rested along the beach of Blackwater Bay, Syrax and Seasmoke returned to the Dragonpit along with Vermax, Arrax, Corxes, Maelyx, and Gaemon. But for the Young Dragon and his consort, the night was still young.
Having bathed moments earlier, Aeonar and Alicent readied themselves for another night's sleep. The Young Dragon stared at the Dragonpit from his window, the domed structure housing most of House Targaryen's dragons. Not all would be there, though; Vaelor, Vermithor, and Silverwing were considered too large – as was Vhagar, the Queen of All Dragons who had flown to Pentos with her new rider Laena Velaryon along with his uncle Prince Daemon and his dragon, Caraxes. No matter where they were in the world, the Young Dragon's spy network would always keep track of their movements.
"How long do you plan on gazing beyond the horizon, my dear husband?"
Aeonar turned to Alicent, whose glittery silky nightgown showed off her incredibly gorgeous, curvaceous body. "Twenty-five years," he reminisced. "It's been that long already since we first met that day at Harrenhal."
"Sometimes it feels like more. As if it were another lifetime," Alicent responded. "Come. Sit with me," she sat on the edge of the bed, patting the mattress to beckon her childhood sweetheart to sit beside her. Once Aeonar complied, Alicent rested her head on his shoulder. "So… our boys wouldn't stop telling us all these things you've been doing this morning. I'm glad you took it upon yourself to teach them how to train and take care of their dragons. They were excited for a long time when you went flying with them, Aemma in particular. Our little girl wanted to spend the whole day with you."
"Of course, I would. They are our children," Aeonar leaned his face into hers, pecking her cheek. He felt the fullness of the heat radiating from her. She smells nice. That bath must have done wonders for her. "But it was amusing to see them ask so many about our misspent youth."
"Please, Aeonar. What you call our 'misspent youth', I prefer to remember them as 'fond memories that are to be cherished for the rest of our days.' I wasn't expecting them to ask me that."
"You worry they've been growing too quickly?"
"It's natural for a mother to want her children to find their way, but at the same time, it's difficult to accept the fact that one day they won't need us anymore. Jaehaerys, Aegon, Viserys, Aemma, Daeron… all of them."
« The crown cannot stand… aside your… for the sake of this old man…! »
Aeonar paused again. Damn it, not again. Another one. Why? What does this mean? Dazed for a moment with another vision flashing before his eyes, the Young Dragon shook his head before regaining his composure. "The future is always uncertain. Whether it occurs tomorrow, ten years, twenty, or even well after our time ends, the next generation will carry on the dreams of our forebears just as we did ours." He laid on his back. "But until that time comes, the best we can do is steer our children – all five of them – in the right direction."
"I suppose that will have to suffice for now," Alicent laid down as well. Resting her head on his shoulder, she brushed her hand across his torso. "You remember when I first told you I was pregnant with Jaehaerys?" she asked.
"How could I not? It was during morning prayer in the Grand Sept. Caught me off-guard, at first, but we were finally starting our own family. Now look where we are. We have five of them."
Alicent agreed. She turned to look at her reflection in the mirror. After having given birth five times before the age of thirty, her physique remained as slender and graceful as it was before the first pregnancy. Alicent wasn't in bad shape, she thought. It had been seven years since Daeron. She was not too old. She was still young. She could give Aeonar another child if she wanted to, but that traumatic experience of her almost dying in childbirth deeply troubled him. He was worried he had almost lost her, and they put the idea of having more children on hold for the time being – Alicent kept track of her ovulation cycles and often partook in giving and receiving both manual and oral stimulation, but she missed the feeling of intimacy she shared with her husband. She then turns to face him and Aeonar in turn meets her gaze.
Alicent's hand lightly caresses Aeonar's arm, softly drawing a line down to his hand where they both interlock fingers. He instinctively leans his face closer, and she meets him in between… Their lips touch; a gentle and tender press. "I love you," her voice is low and warm, her tone intimate and vulnerable. Alicent pulls back somewhat prematurely and rolls on top of him. "And I miss this. Being… close to you."
"Alicent…" She does want this. Aeonar felt he had neglected Alicent's needs for far too long.
"You know, for us, a Hightower values the importance of marriage, vows, and our faith in the Seven. With you…" Alicent said. "I know we haven't been… intimate for a while now. But I'm still a woman, and I have needs too. Right now… I want you." Gently sliding one of her nightgown's straps from her shoulders, she reveals a bare breast. "Please?" she pleaded.
Aeonar heeded his wife's requests. He leans forward and takes her lips in his, her touch warm against his pale skin. Alicent turns to face him more, deepening the kiss. His tongue slides into her mouth, licking and tasting her hungrily. She moans, opening her mouth wider; their tongues tangling with one another. Aeonar slides a hand past her shoulder to cup her breast, kneading it as he nibbles at her neck. Alicent felt jolts surge throughout her body as the long-lost familiar sensation came back and she began to move her hips, gyrating on her husband's groin. Aeonar groaned as his arousal increased and instinctively moved to meet Alicent's with his own, feeling her undergarments become soaked with her glistening juices.
"Mmmm…~" Alicent moaned in between kisses. Drawing back, she slides the remaining strap of her nightgown off her shoulder and pulls the fabric over her head before tossing it aside, revealing her breasts.
"Come here," Aeonar groaned in his throat.
Alicent leaned down to kiss Aeonar again, pecking his jaw, nipping the nape of his neck, her hands feeling his upper torso, gliding along his abdominal muscles before slowly moving down… Before long, her hand slips into his trousers and grips his hardened erection. In a smooth motion, she undoes the lace of her husband's pants and pulls his cock free, moving down between his legs.
"Alicent…"
"Look at you. So hot and hard… I can feel it pulsating in my hand," Alicent said, her voice trailing off with desire. She curled her fingers around his thick length, stroking from tip to base slowly. The fact that Aeonar had a raging hard-on for her told Alicent that after four pregnancies, five children, and fourteen years of marriage, he still found her sexually attractive. It made her feel confident, and good about herself; knowing that she was desirable by her childhood sweetheart. "But don't worry, husband. As your wife, I'll take care of you. I'll… make you feel better."
"Alicent…"
Alicent leaned down to kiss the tip, flicking her tongue along the shaft before wrapping her lips around Aeonar's cock and slowly sucking on it, lathering it with her hot and wet mouth.
"Ahhh, qogralbar… (Fuck.)" Aeonar gasped in High Valyrian. He felt his core clench, feeling the warm, soft wetness of his wife's mouth engulfing him. The sensation, still soft, sent waves of pleasure through him.
Alicent's hand strokes her husband's shaft as she bobs her head up and down on his thick length. "Mmm…~" The Hightower woman didn't need to be told what to do next. She wanted it as much as he did. She swirls her tongue around the tip, lapping at the sensitive undersides. Alicent draws more into her mouth, sinking Aeonar's cock deeper. She gagged when it hit the back of her throat, so she relaxed her muscles and suckled it earnestly.
"Fuck… Alicent, you're going to make me blow…"
Feeling herself growing more aroused, Alicent sucks his cock harder – her tongue fluttering on the sensitive tip. Her wet suckles and moans now penetrate the air. She felt Aeonar bucking his hips, thrusting in and out of her wet mouth. Alicent moans in surprise but eagerly engulfs his hardened cock voraciously. Her cheeks hollow with each drawing suction, sucking all pre-ejaculate she could from him; her tongue continues to flicker at his tip and tender underside… drawing Aeonar closer and closer to climax.
"Shiiiit!" Aeonar groaned, gritting his teeth. His core tightened and gave into his satisfying release. His cock spurts its seed into Alicent's mouth with each pulse and she gags, her eyes watering as she swallowed before licking him clean. As he came down from his orgasmic high, the Young Dragon – still erect and his mind clouded with lust and desire – swiftly rolled Alicent onto her back, surprising her as he was now on top of her. "Still that mouth of yours drives me wild," he said in a low, husky tone. "You can't tease me like this and expect me to resist forever… I might end up having to devour you, Alicent…"
Alicent, still on her back, her nose inches away from Aeonar's, merely shook her head. "I… don't want you to resist," she replied.
Aeonar then spread Alicent's legs apart, removing her undergarments to reveal her glistening, wet pussy. Brushing a finger across her labia, he began massaging her clitoris.
"Mmm…~" Alicent moaned, grinding her hips against his hand.
"You like that, ñuha prūmia? (My heart?)" Aeonar whispered into her ear.
"Y-Yes…"
"How about… this?" Aeonar slipped three of his fingers in and out of her opening, using his thumb to keep up on her clitoris in circular motions. He felt Alicent bucking against his hand, begging for more. She was getting wetter and ready for lovemaking, but not yet. He wasn't done with her yet. Before long, Aeonar dipped his head between his wife's thighs to get a taste of her.
"O-Oh! Ooooh…!~" Alicent moaned.
Aeonar flicks his tongue at Alicent's wet folds, teasing, tasting her, encircling her clit. But as the attention he gives her cunt gets more intense, the more he can hear her breathing become heavy of an altogether more appreciative kind. Pleasure shot throughout Alicent's body; she ran her fingers through his silver Valyrian hair. Not that he needed any encouragement of that kind when performing cunnilingus on his wife, of course. No, her response was all he needed to know that he was doing a remarkable job at pleasuring her orally. At first, Aeonar traces along the shape of Alicent's outer folds but centers around more inward, spiraling deeper into her womanhood.
"Mmm, Aeonar… ooh, baby…~ Ooh, it-it's so… so good…~"
Keen on giving Alicent more of what she wants, Aeonar redoubles his efforts. He intensified his ravishing of her, gazing up at her from between her legs, listening to her pants, gasps, and moans as he fingerfucks her. "Come on, Alicent. Give into your desires. You know you want to," he said with his mouth smothered against her cunt, lapping at her folds.
"O-Oh, gods! I-I'm cumming…!~ A-Ah, ahhh, AHHHH~!" Alicent cried, her back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure washed over her, her entire body shook as every muscle seems to tense, knotting up from the orgasmic pressure she was under. And then, just like that, it's released with a groan that came from the very core of her being. Alicent collapses back onto the mattress like her body became limp and lifeless. All she can do is pant, her chest rising and falling, her eyes are glazed over, impossible to read in the afterglow of her climax. By the Mother, it had been so long since he had an orgasm like that. But all the same, her lips curled into a smile of pure satisfaction.
Aeonar slowly climbs atop Alicent, making sure his weight is lowered onto her gently and a little at a time. Placing himself between her thighs, he rubs his cock against the folds of her pussy. She's already slick and warm, ready for lovemaking. But he needed to be certain his wife was ready, not wanting to cause her any discomfort. "Are you ready?" he questioned.
Alicent slowly nodded. "I am," she answered with anticipation. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she let him know she was ready for what lay ahead. "Make love to me, Aeonar. I'm yours," she requested. After further teasing, Alicent's eyes glanced down at Aeonar's cock press against her opening before her lips parted and slid into her pussy, burying himself to the hilt. "Ahhhh… Mmm…~" she sighed in ecstasy. It's been so long… "Oh, Aeonar… I missed this," she moaned. "You feel so good… So good inside me…~"
Aeonar, feeling Alicent's cunt clenching him tightly, begins to move. In and out, his pulsing erection slid into her with relative ease. He gripped her hips and trusted into her fervently. In and out, in and out, in and out. The Young Dragon pumps away deep inside his consort as he drives both of them further and further into the throes of marital pleasure, losing himself as he watches her breasts bounce seductively.
"More… More! Push it deeper in me!~" Alicent cried out.
Without argument, Aeonar earnestly pushes his thickened length until he's balls deep into Alicent, repeatedly hitting her cervix with each thrust.
"O-Oh! Yeah, ooh yeah…~"
"Fuck, Alicent… Ngh! Your cunt is so tight…!"
"R-Really? I'm glad… Mmm…~ Ooh, yes… Fuck me! Don't stop!"
Tightening the muscles in his loins, Aeonar starts to vigorously fuck Alicent, hammering her hips against the mattress with pierce thrusts. She gasps with carnal cries, her mouth making an 'O' shape as her eyes roll back from ecstasy from another orgasm that hit her, her husband's cock inside her, filling her up, stretching her out again. Alicent spreads her legs wider, allowing Aeonar to quicken his rhythm with deeper and harder thrusts. Her sex squeezes and ripples tightly around his hardened length, moving her hips to match his.
"Harder, ahh! Harder, harder…! Y-You're going to make me cum again!~"
"Me too… I'm almost there…!"
"D-Don't stop, Aeonar! Please… cum! Cum in me…! I want to feel you cum inside me!~"
Aeonar groaned, pounding his wife's soft, tender love hole as it milked him for all his worth until he felt his loins tightening. Her body ached for it, craved for it, demanded it… All at once, everything tightens and clenches and squeezes. Alicent climaxed again and again, and then Aeonar accepted that there was no going back as his pulsing dick spasmed. With a final thrust, he emptied himself deep into Alicent's pussy, filling her womb with his seed. Her body stiffens and her back arches as she gave into her release as well, like an electrical current running through her. Alicent moans softly as she catches her breath.
Both collapsed, completely spent… for now.
For the entire night, Aeonar and Alicent felt like they were hormonally driven teenagers again. They resumed their act of lovemaking until they could not keep up after the fifth round until sleep finally washed over them.
King's Landing ― Near the Blackwater Bay…
Vaelor slept on the beaches. Nearby, Vermithor and Silverwing coiled up together in their slumber as well. The dragons had a long day of flying, and with the scattered remains of whale bones throughout the area, they were well-fed too.
But something in the wind was off, waking up the Swiftrunner.
Vaelor raised his head, shaking his head to brush off the sand. As the dragon sniffed the air, he turned his crimson-slitted eyes towards the southeast area where he noticed three small boats rowing their way to the shore. "*Grrrrrr!*" he growled menacingly.
Dragon or not, Vaelor knew a threat when he smelled one.
Chapter End
Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter took a while, I had to deal with real problems and juggle work at the same time. But here we go, a chapter where we focus on Aeonar and his family. Taking his children flying with their respective dragons, we get an inside feature on what life in the Targaryen household is like for Aeonar, Alicent, Jaehaerys, Aegon the Younger, Viserys, Aemma, and Daeron. They all got to spend more quality time with their father, and we see the behavior of their dragons as well when it's feeding time. Some have grown noticeably larger than last time. But what was Vaelor sensing at the end of the chapter? He feels something is amiss. What would it be? Find out next time.
Guest #1: Well Aeonar and his family move to dragon stone? because Beatrice and the Caltrops almost had them under their knife
―Almost, but not quite. Nonetheless, we'll be seeing Dragonstone again soon.
randomdude24: I liked this chapter, really shows how much of a good father Aeonar is. Obviously he is a flawed person with certain levels of cruelty, but it's always been to protect house targaryen and his children. He definitely appears to be loving father and husband, as he loves them all, which makes him a better person then Tywin was.
On that note, Aeonar does at time show signs of Targaryen Madness, but the love for Alicent and his children keeps him sane. But how close is he to falling to the infamous madness? What would be his breaking point?
―Can't spoil anything yet.
SupremeWarwick14: It was great seeing Aeonar spending time with his children. Un my opinion, despite how cruel he can be, he is a much better father than Tywin or Viserys ever were. He is strict, because that's the norm on his times, but he wants the best for the their children and while he doesn't say it a lot nor does he expresses so, he loves them. He wants them to realize their full potential, to be great, to bring honor to their family, and to be happy. It's in my opinion, the best type of Targaryen father to have. I love how this Alicent has what her canon counterpart lacked: support. They are such a loving family.
I like how your dragons are behaving not like beasts, but like animals with a social hierarchy. I think their noche was like sea wolves, social predators living in a sole place.
I think Vaelor is gonna meet some Caltrops.
jojoboy914: Very heartwarming chapter. I loved the fact that as hard and strict that Aeonar is, he loves his family. He knows he won't always be there to protect them but he's giving them the tools to defend themselves. Wonderfully written. Thank you.
―Thanks.