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A Week Later
Queen's chamber, Red Keep
Life in King's Landing went on as always, except it was more bustling now than ever. The Heir's Tournament had attracted nobles and smallfolk alike from every corner of the realm to the capital to be a part of history.
A heavily pregnant Queen Aemma did not feel the same energy as everyone.
How could she? They were about to start celebrating the birth of someone who may not be when everything was done. The Maesters had only predicted the time, not the gender. It was her foolish brother/husband, Viserys' belief that the baby in her belly was male.
His heir.
She of all people hoped that it was so she could finally be rid of this curse that had plagued her womb for years. Stillborns had been her fate since her marriage. Only Rhaenyra had survived, though only she knew why.
She could not bear any more children…or rather she did not want to bear any more children. She had cried over enough dead children for a lifetime.
"Careful with those frowns, sister, any more of those and you'll be moving about in court with quite a few wrinkles" the familiar voice of her twin brother reverberated across the room as he entered with a beaming smile.
"Brother…"
"Aemma…"The silver haired Targaryen leaned down and captured his sister's lips in a gentle kiss, tasting the sweetness of her delicate lips, moving upwards to kiss her forehead, as he kneeled beside her lounging chair and placed a hand on her swollen belly. "How is the babe?"
The busty queen chuckled weakly as she gripped her brother's hand and squeezed tightly. "Too eager to get out"
"Adventurous, just like their mother" he countered softly.
"Somewhat less adventurous these few years…"
The hurt in her tone was too evident, even if she tried to cover it up with a beautiful smile. Times like these were when he hated his older brother for what he put their sister through in his obsessive quest to have a male heir.
"This bed is not where you belong, sister"
The silver haired queen flashed him a seductive smile. "Of course, I belong in your bed…"
"You should've never been cursed with this responsibility…you belong in the free world, on dragon back…with me" the Commander of the City Watch muttered softly, letting his feeling come out for the first time in a while as he stared at his weak sister. "We shared a womb, Aemma, we belong to each other …you belong to me"
The Milf queen wrapped her arms around the prince's head and hugged him to her belly, resting her cheek on his silvery locks with a fond smile. "I've always been yours, Naruto, and I'll be damned before I let someone else take you away from me …especially not some silly vows"
"Yet it has kept us apart"
"Nothing keeps us apart, not even death" the kind hearted queen spoke firmly, feeling the prince hug back her swollen belly as she smiled. "Lay with me, Naruto, I want to try something"
Raising an eyebrow at her sudden change of mood, the silver haired prince did not have the heart to refuse his twin as he followed her instructions and laid the wide couch, dubbed by Aemma as the Pregnancy Bed.
Said Milf was already sitting on one side of the bed as he laid on his back and waited for the pregnant woman to continue.
He laid against her shoulder, his mouth centimeters away from her left nipple, one arm loosely wrapped around her waist to support her and the other resting comfortably on the bump of her belly as she cradled his head against her large chest, pressing a pair of delicate lips to his forehead every so often.
"Besides Rhaenyra, I haven't had the pleasure to put my children to my teats and feed them like a mother would" the silver haired queen started in a soft, motherly tone as she lowered his head back slightly and wobbled her incredibly fat breasts at his face, making the surprised prince lightheaded as his eyes focused on the breasts. "Nurse on my teats, brother, drink your fill"
The Rogue Prince could feel his throat parched up, tongue slithering out to wet dry lips as Aemma hiked up her silver dress and a pair of massive, milk filled jugs of pure flesh wobbled into the air. "Have they gotten bigger than last time?"
His violet eyes were staring straight into the pink nobs of a massive tit, dangling in front of his mouth without being effected by the gravity in the slightest. The meaty breast was wobbling in erotic claps with each breathe as it neared his mouth and before he could voice out his protests, his mouth was full of the massive tit.
"Don't talk with your mouth full" Aemma purred seductively, moaning in pure bliss softly as the warm mouth engulfed her sore nipple. "Now be a good boy, grab my tit and squeeze out your milk"
The pregnant Milf shivered in delight as two calloused hands possessively grabbed her fat breasts and squeezed firmly, feeling a rush of fresh milk stream out of her sore meatbags into his awaiting mouth as her eyes flickered from lust.
Her breasts were producing milk like those of a well-bred cow. She needed someone to suck her udders dry to get rid of the itching and sensitivity. A mere touch to on the tip of her knobs was enough to get her weak in the knees.
"Look at me, baby, look me straight in the eyes whilst you feed" she spoke softly, almost a melodious whisper as if not wanting to disrupt the way he was suckling at her. Naruto was all too happy to do as he was told and felt himself relax, lips curling up into a smile around the fat breast as he sucked harder.
Aemma giggled at his lecherous grin and ran delicate fingers through his silvery locks, whispering, muttering and cooing sweet nothings every so often.
Naruto would have felt offended by her treatment of him if his mouth wasn't currently trying to suck the tit dry or his hands weren't so busy squeezing out fresh milk from her.
"Good boy, Mama's right here" she cooed lovingly.
Dammit woman!
Against the prince indignant expression, the Milf continued with her own mantra, continuing to run fingers through his hair and stroking his cheek lovingly. Using her free hand to lift up his shirt slightly, exposing rock hard stomach as she began to rub gentle circles across the abs.
The Milf was snapped out of her motherly trance as her brother let go of her breast with a wet pop, a dribble of milk spilling down his chin. "Had enough, baby boy?"
The Rogue Prince deadpanned indignantly, wiping the dribbling milk with a hand. "You enjoyed this more than you should, Aemma"
"I suppose I should return the favor then?" the still dazed queen whispered sultrily, violet eyes more lustful than ever. "Time to give me your milk"
"My milk?"
"Yes"
One brief look into his eyes and the silverette understood what was needed to be done.
Aemma made herself comfortable on the wide sofa/bed and leaned against the backrest, gesturing to her mouth with a naughty smile. Grinning like a beast, the Commander moved like a controlled puppet and approached the pregnant Milf, straddling her thick form and leveling his crotch with her mouth.
"Do not sit on my chest, brother" Aemma commented with a soft giggle, stopping the man from shoving his erect cock into her mouth with a hand on his pelvis. "Breathing with your cock in my mouth is hard enough as it is, I don't want to have my chest caved in under your weight"
The pregnant Milf chuckled inwardly as her brother groaned in resignation and drove his hips forward, parting her lips by the crown of his cock and sliding inside with a soft groan.
2 Days Later
Stadium, King's Landing
Cheers of encouragement swept across the stadium as knights after knights entered the arena with their own entourage, flying the banners of their respective houses. Nobles, traders, and smallfolk alike watched in awe as the combatants tried their level best to unhorse one another in a fierce competition under the clear sky.
Ser Criston Cole of the Stormlands, a common born lad and the son of a steward, was dominating the game as he swept through the competition with ease, bringing down one after another.
The crowd was all happier for it.
Gold dragons were betted on, lost or won left and right between the audiences. It seemed like he could not be stopped.
Until…
"Naruto Targaryen of Dragonstone will now choose his opponent!"
Until the Prince of the City rode into the arena with his black mount, dressed in an armor unlike what was known in Westeros. A combination of steel and some kind of glowing, segments of steel-like portions decorated all over the black and red armor, with a great engraving of the Targaryen symbol on the chest.
The helmet, keeping everything hidden behind the blackness of the steel, was that of a glaring dragon head, strange protrusions and extensions starting from the face place up to the head and forming a strange crown-like pair of horns.
Rhaenys, Rhaenyra and Alicent bit their lips in hunger as the object of their lust appeared in all his potent, dominating glory, cutting the image of a demon in human flesh. The wetness between their legs could be easily excused, especially for the Targaryen females as power attracted them…primely.
A drop-dead silence reigned over the arena as he galloped in and stopped before a line of opponents.
Even Viserys felt his chest swell up in pride as his brother approached the arena.
Otto, seated beside the king, felt a light frown appear on his face as the silver haired prince gave him a look from behind the helm and chose his eldest son, Gweyne Hightower, to be his opponent.
"For his first opponent, Prince Naruto chooses Ser Gweyne of House Hightower, eldest son of the Hand of the King!"
Cheer erupted from the crowd as knight bowed before the podium, still mounted on his horse before he moved opposite to the Targaryen prince.
Alicent could see the deep frown on her father's face as he looked at the armored prince like trying to burn him with his gaze. Everyone knew of the prince's strength, especially her father. They knew that Naruto had purposedly chosen the Hand's son to humiliate the former.
Viserys shook his head in resignation. He would never understand his brother's mischievous nature.
Bets were made all over the place as the two rushed at each other, wooden lances at the ready and shields poised to defend.
A gasp went through the crowd as Naruto, in a shocking show of skill, stood on the back of his black stallion and backflipped to avoid a jabbing lance to his chest before he hit the knight on the neck, sending him tumbling from his horse.
Ser Gweyne Hightower was down.
The victorious prince stood before the podium, reaching for his helm , as he gazed at the occupants one by one, giving Otto a smug smirk, much to the man's anger.
Rhaenyra was quick to approach the rails and bend over the cold steel to give her handsome uncle a hungry smirk, biting her lower lip as her eyes fell on the purple eyes of cold power adored by a stray reddish-silver lock of hair. "Quite the performance, uncle, you cost me 5 Gold Dragons"
"Betting on the losing side will do that to you, princess"
Oh how she loved that lopsided smirk of his. It made her wet between her legs. She knew to whom it was directed at but the smirk was enough to have her dripping at her virgin core.
"Lady Alicent, looking as ravishing as always" Naruto commented as the young, thick Hightower heiress stood beside the princess in her bluish white clinging to her still budding breasts and taut stomach, flaring to accommodate her wide hips. Prime for breeding. "Do me the honor of bestowing me with your favor"
While it was said in a rather simple and polite way, anyone who had been with the prince knew what that tone meant. It was a demand. Simple and straight. Alicent almost whimpered in arousal as she looked at the smirking prince and moved to grab a flowery ringlet from the table.
She ignored her father's searing gaze.
Sliding the ringlet down his lance…Oh God, it made her want to slide down on his lance so much.
"Good luck, my prince"
An Hour Later
Red Keep
Viserys looked at his sister/wife in trepidation as she howled and writhed in pain, dressed in her maternity dress. He had never seen her in so much pain.
"What's happening?"
The Grand Maester was quick to approach the king, gesturing for the servants to tend to the queen while he addressed the King. "The infant is in breech, your Grace, all attempts to turn the baby have failed"
Another scream echoed across the chamber as Aemma screamed in pain.
Viserys winced. "Can't you do something for her pain at least?"
The old maester shook his head solemnly. "We've given her as much Milk of the Poppy as we could without risking the child"
"Aemma!"
Viserys rushed to her side as she screamed louder, almost like she was having her soul ripped from her body before she slumped lifeless against the pillows.
The king looked anxiously at the nurses and the Mellos. "Not to worry, your Grace, she has just fallen unconscious"
There she lay, his pregnant wife and sister, unconscious from the agony of labor while he stood beside her bed and looked down at her. Seeing her like, covered in her own sweat, beautiful face twisted in pain and barely clutching to life itself was almost heart-breaking to watch.
Guilt overtook him as a much darker side of him blamed her for denying him the heir he so desperately needed.
He wasn't allowed to dwell much further on his dark thoughts as Mellos coughed into his hand, gaining the attention of the king. "Your Grace, as the father, I believe it's your responsibility to make an impossible choice considering the situation at hand"
"Speak"
"To sacrifice one or lose both"
That garnered the distraught king's attention as he stood up and neared the old maester. "Speak plainly, Grand Maester"
"There is a chance that we can still save the baby, through a rather gruesome technique. To cut directly into the womb and retrieve the child …but the resulting blood loss will …"
There was a chance to save his heir. She could still give him his heir! Yes, the nagging thought that he was basically condemning his sister to an agonizing experience which might even kill her was strong but his desire for an heir was stronger.
"…You can save my heir?"
"If we act fast"
"If anybody harmed my sister, I'll personally see to it that Hyperion devours every organ while he breathes"
The coldness, the sheer malice in the tone of the voice was enough to freeze the entire room as the armored form of the Rogue Prince stood in the doorway of the chamber, having heard the entire conversation if the naked sword in his hand was any indication.
"N-naruto…" Viserys muttered anxiously, knowing full well what incurring the silverette's wrath would bring upon him.
Dark Sister still unsheathed and flashing in the light of the chamber, the prince advanced on his brother, cold, furious eyes hidden behind his draconian helm as he grabbed the king by his collar. "What are you doing, brother?!"
"My son, your nephew, can be saved, brother" Viserys started in a hopeful tone, trying to reason with his furious sibling.
"Your obsession with a male heir goes too far!"
"But my heir…"
"You are condemning our sister and YOUR wife to death, Viserys! Are you that blinded by your obsession that you can't see beyond!?"
"N-naruto…"
Shoving his brother to the chair behind him and giving the old maester a searing look, Naruto rushed to his sister's side just as she stirred awake from her painful slumber, voice weak and fragile as her tired eyes shifted towards her twin.
"I am here, Aemma, I promise I won't let anyone even harm a hair on your body" the prince gripped his twin's weak hand and kissed her forehead as she smiled diminutively, taking his hand and nuzzling it against her cheeks. "All of you get out of here, except you"
The older wet nurse, Jeyne, a blonde woman of around 40 years, nodded swiftly, not wanting to anger the prince more than he already was. She watched as the rest of the servants and nurses were glared into leaving the chamber, followed by a shaking Grand Maester as the prince almost threw his sword at him.
"B-brother…" Viserys tried to start.
Eyes shadowed by his reddish silver bangs and hands placed on his sister's pregnant belly and cheek, Naruto almost growled like a dragon. "Viserys, get out of my sight before I forget that you are my brother and cut you down for conspiring to kill my sister!"
The King left promptly, under the neutral gaze of his wife as he left.
"Nurse"
The elderly woman snapped into attention as the queen's contractions started once again and she writhed in pain, this time comforted by her brother as he gripped her hand and kissed her on the temple.
"Stay with me, Aemma, as soon as you are done, I am taking you away from this shithole of a Keep" the silver haired prince muttered comfortingly, kissing her hand as she panted and groaned.
"Y-you promise?" she cried softly, tear streaming down her face as she tried to deal with the pain.
"I promise" Turning to the Jeyne, Naruto narrowed his eyes with a frown. "Nurse, deliver the child without harming my sister and I'll reward you with whatever your heart so desires. Riches, lands and children to your heart's content"
"I'll do my best, my prince"
The room turned cold soon as the prince eyes almost flashed a demonic red. "But should she be harmed, no force will stop me from destroying you and your future generations"
"O-of course, my prince!"
King's Landing
It was grim afternoon the next day, especially for the royal family. The heir did not survive, much to the anger and sadness of Viserys. The good news was that the queen had survived and was recovering in the bedchambers of her twin brother, guarded by his most loyal Gold Cloaks, even if several members of the Small Council had argued on the presence of the City Watch within the walls of the keep.
A glare from Naruto shut them up.
Queen Aemma was promptly moved to Naruto's bedchambers, all entry points sealed or guarded and only Jeyne, the elderly woman, allowed inside with the queen. To take care of her needs. Even the food prepared for the queen was prepared within the room and served to the queen.
Naruto had made it clear that he trusted no one with his sister's safety except the ones he knew would rather die than cross him.
Viserys had been at the brunt end of the abuse. He had been refused a meeting with his own wife, even being threatened after he tried to use his authority as King to enter. He relented eventually. It was just a phase that their brother was going through.
Turning his attention to the side, Viserys spotted his brother far away from the gathered crowd, standing on a distant hill like a statue. He could never understand his brother. On one side, Naruto had made it clear that he hated his guts for almost trying to kill their sister and had even threatened to slay him should he try entering into the chamber where Aemma was.
But here, after all that, he was still here, attending the funeral of his nephew. Granted he was standing far away from them, but the fact that he was there meant that he cared enough.
"Dracarys!"
The king looked away from the blast of fire shot at the bundle placed amidst a wooden fortress of logs and straws… courtesy of Rhaenyra's dragon, Syrax. The royal family and gathered nobles watched in glum silence as the fire raged on, burning the bundle within to ashes.
With nothing but ashes left, Viserys staggered towards his carriage and turned to the hill just in time to watch his brother turn his back to the crowd and walk away, silvery locks blowing in the fierce wind.
Naruto arrived at the castle late that evening, having walked all the way to the Keep to ponder over some thoughts. The desolate hike through the hilly terrain and the darkness of the evening gave him enough peace to make a firm decision.
Giving a firm nod to the royal guards stationed outside his door, Naruto entered the chamber silently, not wanting to disturb his sister.
"Shouldn't you be resting?" the amusement in his voice was too clear as he walked in and closed the door, a wide grin flashing on his face as he looked at the scene before him.
"I am resting" Aemma replied sultrily.
The queen was seated in a wide chair near his work desk, as naked as the day she was born, bearing every little sinful curve of her deliciously thick Targaryen figure to the world while Jeyne, her wet nurse, knelt before her spread legs and licked at her core with the grace of her age.
His meat stirred within the confines of his pants as his eyes fell upon the meaty, filled tanks of milk staying perky and staunch on her chest and thick Milf thighs opening to reveal the pink hole being serviced by the elderly woman.
"Come brother, join me" the busty queen purred in bliss. "Jeyne here knows exactly how to use her mouth"
"I can see that"
When he had instructed the woman to tend to his sister's needs without any question, he hadn't exactly expected his sister to have her go down on her pussy. This wasn't the first time he had found them like this.
To think being freed from their brother had caused such a shift in Aemma's personality and libido was a surprise. She had the poor woman between her legs within a few hours of her duty as the caretaker.
He hadn't seen the woman properly while she had been delivering his nephew but now that he really looked at her, he could appreciate the curves and endowments she had. While it was clear that Targaryens were gifted from a young age with curves and endowments, Jeyne was quite stacked by normal standards.
Blessed with a meaty bust, some softness to her waist before flaring up to a pair of wide, birthing hips and a jutting behind that writhed in ecstasy as she moaned against his sister's cunt while licking it up.
She was quite the specimen.
Naruto joined his sister on the chair, kissing her deep on the lips before he ran a hand on her still somewhat distended belly and looked at his sister.
Aemma patted Jeyne on the head and gestured for her brother's crotch with a smile. "I think my dear brother could use some relief from that marvelous mouth of yours"
Jeyne was all too eager to reach for the hem of his pants before Naruto stopped her. "No, it's my sister's week to be spoiled. Plus I rather like that blissful look on her face while you work your magic"
Aemma bit her lips in arousal as Jeyne started licking her core again and Naruto joined her by grabbing a hold of her phat breasts and popping a sensitive nipple into his mouth before he started suckling like a hungry babe.
She could get used to being spoiled like this.
THE END
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