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Warning: This story contains explicit scenes, unrealistic proportions and actions regarding the human body as well as other contents suited for mature readers only. If such content does not appeal to you and your preference, kindly leave.
Any idea, belief or action written in the story does not reflect the author's compliance to such notions in real life and are merely there for entertainment.
Note: As I am sure those who are already aware of my style, my main character will be Overpowered and a womanizer. You can say that this is a 'Smut with plot story'. Rest assured; it will be more entertaining than you expect.
Naruto is Daemon Targaryen in this story.
Throne Room
Harrenhal, Riverlands
Over a thousand lords were gathered in the great chamber of Harrenhal before the king and his descendants. The Great Council, it was call and rightfully so for they were to decide an heir for the Iron Throne.
He had ruled over these thousand lords and their people for 60 long years, an era many considered to be the peak of the Targaryen Dynasty. An era of peace, prosperity and development.
But his time was over.
Sadly, his heirs, his sons were both deceased before he had the time to name them heirs to the throne. He was left with his grandsons and granddaughters to choose from. Thus, the great council.
Jaehaerys I Targaryen was anything but a fool.
He knew that while his reign was long and peaceful, every rise must be equally met with downfall. He was all too aware of what awaited his family if he chose the wrong person to sit on the throne. One move could push the House of Dragons into a civil war the likes of which may never be seen again.
On one side, Rhaenys, a mature woman of stern disposition with the sinful endowments befitting a Targaryen maiden, his eldest descendant, granddaughter and wife of Ser Corlys Velaryon, had a strong claim to the throne for she was the oldest among the heirs.
On other side, Viserys, his eldest grandson, a rather unimpressive man with an inwardly meek hint to his personality, stood ready to assume the role.
60 years of ruling had taught him to read people like an open book. He knew the direction of the wind within the hall. None favored Rhaenys for she was a woman. No female has ever sat on the throne. A fact that he feared would haunt his family for the foreseeable future.
While his granddaughter was discarded as a choice for his heir, he feared that Viserys' meek demeanor may not be in favor of his rule. No King shall possess the personality his eldest grandson had.
He had long since considered both possibilities. Which is why he had called for the lords to gather to decide themselves who they wanted on the throne so that the decision was unanimous. The council knew what the king was trying to do. Everyone knew it.
Weary, old eyes peered over the crowd in contemplation, scanning through the different faces one by one with a neutral expression, the king could feel his lips twitching up to form a hint of a smile when his eyes focused on one particular face at the farthest corner of the hall.
Sharp, fierce and cold violet eyes stared back at him.
He could understand the annoyance behind those eyes. After all, the owner knew very well who was going to be chosen even if said person had no traits befitting that of a king.
Heart heavy with guilt and foreboding, Jaehaerys reached for the scroll destined to decide the fate of his legacy. A scroll that contained the chosen heir by the gathered lords. A scroll that could probably estrange his already cracked family line.
Looking at the name inscribed on the cloth, the old king sighed inwardly and gave his knowing granddaughter a look of sympathy …before turning to the only person in the hall who truly mattered…the young man standing behind the crowd.
Old tired eyes met cold violet orbs. Jaehaerys readied himself to announce the name. "It is declared by all Lords Paramount and Lord Vassals of the Seven Kingdoms that Prince Viserys Targaryen be made Prince of Dragonstone"
The reactions were evident. A wave of gasps went through the crowd, followed by rounds of applause and cheers as Viserys hugged his pregnant sister/wife in celebration. To his right, his granddaughter was not feeling festive.
Why would she? She was denied her birthright simply because she was a woman.
But if he was honest with himself, he did not care about the festivities around him …eyes focused on the retreating figure of the one family member he so dearly loved.
His youngest grandson.
King's Quarters
Harrenhal
"The prince is here, your Grace"
Jaehaerys gestured with a neutral look and the servant immediately opened the gate for a tall, imposing young man to enter with the swag of a predator, his silver hair much more pronounced and radiant than normal.
Dressed in a simple black coat with gold ornaments and a large engravement of the Targaryen symbol at the back. Tall, imposing, heavy presence and a muscular body to match.
The old king almost chuckled mirthlessly at the irony of the situation.
A man who so strongly represented the Dragon's blood within their veins was denied the right to sit on throne simply because he was born a few years later than his brother.
"Grandfather…"
"Come Naruto, join me"
The old king took a seat on one of the many chairs within his chamber and gestured for a seat before him, urging his stern grandson to sit.
The young prince sat with a nod.
His youngest grandson, Naruto Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, Demon Prince and many more to either acknowledge his position or the ruthlessness behind the kind demeanor. A sturdy, strong and stern young man with the characteristic silver hair and violet eyes of Targaryen descent, except his silver locks had a reddish sheen to it.
A man of unrivaled potential, woven from the fabric of both good and bad. He was the physical embodiment of balance between good and evil. Ruthless, sadistic, precise with a tactical mind but he was also one of the kindest souls within the kingdom. He valued family and friends above all else.
Exactly the kind of qualities a King should have …which was why the next decision he was going to make would weigh heavy on his heart until the end of his days.
"You were there …"
"I was."
"And?"
"And?"
The old Targaryen pressed on with a soft smile, knowing full well what the silver haired prince was trying to do. "What do you think?"
"You are the King; your order shall be enforced"
Spoken like a true soldier but it was not the kind of answer Jaehaerys needed. "You have no problems with Viserys being named as the heir?"
The old king looked for any outward reaction to his question. He received none.
"Viserys is my older brother, your Grace, and your chosen heir. I've no objections"
"Let me rephrase that, you have no problems with a man like Viserys being chosen as the Prince of Dragonstone?"
"…"
"Tell me straight what you really think, my boy"
Naruto sighed. "He is weak"
Jaehaerys chuckled amusingly. "Not that straight."
"I love my brother, more than I show, but he is not someone worthy to ascend that throne" the Demon Prince muttered flatly. "He has no ambition, no fire in his veins. Sometimes I wonder if he truly is my brother for he lacks the dragon's fury"
"Not all of us have inherited the Dragon's blood as strongly as you, my boy, some are more tamed in comparison" the old king countered with a soft smile, eyes full of pride as he looked at the future of his legacy. "But he is to be king. Should I worry about you opposing him?"
"As long as he gives me no reason to stand against him, I shall support my brother" Naruto declared idly, words firm and eyes cold.
"I suppose that's the best I can get out of you" the elderly Targaryen answered with a chuckle as he leaned back into the softness of his chair. A teasing smirk developed on his lips soon after. "Now tell me, have any maiden melted your cold heart yet?"
"We do not talk about that, old man"
Another thing he forgot to mention. Naruto was easily pissed off when it came to his personal issues, especially romantic life. When he got annoyed, his true personality was shown… a disrespectful brat that he loved to death.
Jaehaerys chuckled good-naturedly "Come now, no need for that tone with your elders"
"I am not telling you"
"As your king, I command it"
"As your grandson, I say take your command and shove it!"
Thwack!
"God that hurt, you old coot!"
"That is for badmouthing your elders" the old king pulled his cane back with a harmless smile, leaning back into the chair as he eyed his grumbling grandson. "Lucky for you, your grandmother is not here."
"Lucky for you" Naruto countered with a frown as he rubbed the bump on his head. "Grandma would've whopped your old ass for hitting me like that"
The wise old man was sheepish enough to accept that fact. Try as he might, he could never get his still young and radiant wife to stop spoiling their grandson. He was not the only one who loved Naruto, his wife loved him more than he could dream of.
And that kind of made him even more proud…especially since their marriage was a mere shell after the death of their favorite daughter. Naruto was the only person they both loved now.
To see the grandson and grandmother bond so deeply, watching them cuddle like dragon hatchlings, even if Naruto was almost 20 years old now, always warmed his heart. He would always find them cuddled up in a quiet room somewhere in the palace or in the garden, his wife cradling the young boy in her arms like a baby.
"That tongue will get you in trouble someday" the old king bit back with a smile, not bothered by the words. These arguments were the highlights of his days. Ruling could be such a daunting task. "Now off with you, you disrespectful little rascal, I need my sleep"
"Later, old man, don't die in your sleep"
The young prince looked at the weak form of his grandfather with a rarely seen worried expression, well aware that the old man was near his end. This meeting was more to chat with him than get assurance for his support in Viserys' rule.
He knew his grandfather.
The fact that he was going to lose yet another family member weighed heavy on his heart. The death of his father and uncle was enough torment. He was not yet ready to lose the old man.
Gripping the handle of Dark Sister to calm his nerves, Naruto quietly left the room and closed the door without a sound. Turning to the worried servant standing before the door, the young prince narrowed his eyes. "Your life depends on my grandfather's health"
He didn't need to explain further as the servant almost spoiled his britches.
"And what seems to be bothering my little prince?" a soft, melodiously caring voice echoed across the corridor as the prince walked through, stopping mid-step to address the individual.
Along the lavishly decorated corridor leading to the stairs, a buxom and beautiful silver haired woman with the allure of a woman who had seen more than her fair share of the world stood at the far end.
She had a curvaceous and slender hourglass figure with seductive proportions any man would drop dead over from looking at, greatly betraying the innocent way she carried herself with.
Clinging to her surprisingly curvy body was a modest silver robe with long sleeves to futilely cover the sinful curves of her endowments.
Anyone would be shocked to the Shadow Lands if they saw her harmlessly innocent demeanor and the large set of luscious F-cup breasts ready to burst out of her modest dress, still as perky as the day she had reached her prime with no garments to restrain their movements.
The split of her robe showcased a considerable amount of creamy legs and accentuated the shocking wideness of her thick hips, sporting an ass that could ruin marriages. With wide hips like those, no wonder she had birthed 13 children.
One thing was certain about his family, they were utterly stacked in both departments.
"Grandmother…"
His grandmother, Alysanne Targaryen, was an elderly woman of a fair complexion, a high forehead, and high cheekbones, opting to style her silver locks in a neat bun, pulled back and pinned behind her ears, absolutely killing people with a sweet smile and a pleasing voice to match.
Targaryen women were said to be ageless…as in the effects of age were barely visible on their forms. Prime example was his grandmother. She was a few years younger than her brother-husband, but looked like she was barely past her late forties.
The elderly Gilf almost glided towards her downtrodden grandson with a natural sway to the thickness of her wide hips, a small hint of a smile flashing on her lips. "I take it your grandfather wanted a word with you about his decision?"
The young prince's eyes were all too eagerly focused on the sway on the woman's dancing hips as she approached him. "More like assurance"
"Excuses for why he chose Viserys?"
"No, my support of his rule"
She knew what was truly bothering him and she had all the time to ask him later about it but right now, she knew exactly what he needed to get his mind off the events of today.
"Come to grandma, baby"
By now, the gorgeous elderly Targaryen was standing before her young descendant, phat, meaty chest pushing against his wide torso as she opened her arms and wrapped them around his head, before pulling him straight to her pouty lips for a hungry kiss.
The corridors were witness to a sight never seen by human eye and to sounds that should not be made by family members.
Schlop!
Schlop!
Sloppy, wet sounds of lips devouring each other echoed across the stony hallway, as Naruto pushed his grandmother against the wall and roughly ripped open her robe, much to the Gilf's verbal glee, and boldly sank his hands into the massive orbs of tit flesh, still as firm and doughy as ever.
If anyone, literally anyone, had stumbled upon the duo, they would have seen the normally innocent and harmless Queen of the Targaryen royal family in a rather compromising state of partial undress.
Shluck!
Shluck!
Robe opened at the front, allowing free access to her fat milk tanks as they were devoured by her hungry grandson while a brazen finger sawed in and out of her tight cunt, Alysanne's eyes were molded into the shape of a heart as her deprived body melted into her descendant's arms.
It would be some time before they realized that they were in the corridors and that anyone could see them lost in their lost …before they retreated into a separate chamber and the stony walls of the bedchamber were witness to the astonishing sight of Naruto, the Demon Prince, ramming his grandmother's pillowy ass to the edge of the Wall while in a Mating Press position.
Next Day
Bright early morning sunlight streamed into the large bedroom a certain Demon Prince was occupying, prompting said silverette to stir from his sleep. Bright violet eyes, glowing like the precious gemstones in the light, opened to scan the surroundings before noticing the extra weight situated upon his chest.
A soft smile tugged at his lips as he idly observed the blissful expression of his grandmother sleeping like an innocent kitten, not an ounce of discomfort or worry on her mature face.
Radiant silver hair, normally done in a bun atop her head, were let loose and extended all the way down to the small of her delicate back, a few strands hanging in front of her delicate features. Plump lips were subconsciously stretched into a satisfied smile as she slept atop his chiseled chest.
Planting a soft kiss on the Gilf's lips, Naruto moved to stand up from the bed…until a delicate hand was placed on his shoulder and his body pulled back to a naked and phat form.
"Don't you know it's discourteous to leave bed without kissing your lover a good morning?" the sleepy queen muttered seductively, purring into the prince's ears as she opened her radiant eyes and smiled cheekily.
Naruto chuckled. "I did kiss you"
"And who said that mouth is the only place you can kiss?" the cheeky Gilf asked as she reached around her grandson's waist and boldly grabbed the meaty cock still wet with their combined juices.
Alysanne gasped in surprise as Naruto reached behind and jabbed a thick finger up her leaking cunt, pulling it out as soon as it was in as he turned around in her arms and placed his wet finger before her lips.
"I don't think I can kiss you there …"
"You little rascal …. you did that to me… to your own grandmother." Despite herself, the queen couldn't help but blush beat red as she looked between their mashed bodies and noticed her gaping pussy lips utterly drenched in white goo, the sheets ruined by the amount of cum that her little dragon had poured into her.
She was silenced as the prince pushed his wet finger into her mouth, her oral muscles instinctively sucking on the invading digit like her life depended on tasting her own nectar, all while her cheeks gave off a red hue.
"We have to leave for King's Landing this noon" the Rogue Prince started in a firm tone, trying to get himself free from the busty woman's arms as he removed his finger from her mouth. "Grandfather can be a pain in my rear sometimes if I don't present myself before him early"
"I suppose, I have to haste back to Dragonstone as well…not until I take a shower to wash off what you poured into me last night, you little beast" the bottom-heavy Gilf purred in a cheerful voice as she stood up, massive globes of titflesh wobbling with her sudden movement. "If you feel the need to join, don't hesitate to do so. There are places I can't quite reach and by the God do they need thorough …rubbing"
The silverette's semi-hard cock sprung up back into attention when the phat butted queen stood up from the bed with a seductive chuckle and glided towards the adjacent bathroom door, wide child-birthing hips wobbling the fattest and thickest butt in the Targaryen family.
Early Evening
Kingsroad, Riverlands
A delicate blanket of darkness was slowly but surely moved over the horizon, turning the grassy and green landscapes of the Kingsroad almost pitch black as the royal caravan strode towards the capital. They had covered a considerable distance over the course of the day but still far from home.
Seated high atop his midnight black steed, covered from head to toe in pitch black armor and Dark Sister at the ready, Naruto calmly rode through the forest beside the royal carriage, opting to ride beside the carrier instead of sitting inside with the rest.
While they had crossed several keeps and holdfasts across the lands, the lords and ladies all too gleeful to house the old king and his family. But Naruto had insisted on moving forward, arguing that lingering unnecessarily could provide bad elements the opportunities to move against the royal family.
The royal guards, Kingsguards and the family was in favor was staying since they were confident that no one would have the guts to attack such a massive caravan and expect to survive. The end decision was still made by the king.
Jaehaerys chose to listen to his grandson and ordered to move forward.
They did.
But now, it was too dark to move forward, leaving no choice but to camp for the night and rest up.
Hearing the sounds of hooves striding across the trees, he stopped and raised his hand for the caravan to come to a dead stop. Gripping the handle of his Valyrian sword tightly, the Rogue Prince narrowed his eyes to see into the darkness as the sounds increased.
Three royal guards strode into the clearing and bowed before the prince as they came near.
"Prince Naruto, no sightings of any nearby villages or towns several leagues away from our position. As you had suspected, this seems the logical choice to camp for the night"
Naruto nodded in approval and he hopped off his stallion and knocked on the door of the carriage. "Your Grace, with your command, we will camp here for the night"
"Proceed"
The order was carried out immediately. The caravan spread over the clearing for quite some distance, opting to stay near to the river. Tents were set up promptly, first for the royal family, the lords and ladies of the court.
Naruto stayed away from the crowd and his family for the entire night, only appearing among the crowd to fill up his wine bottle and then disappear into the darkness. Jaehaerys tried and failed to get his wayward grandson to join the festivities but he was refused every time.
The court mostly focused on Viserys for he was the Prince of Dragonstone, the future king. It was more like bootlicking. The man soaked it all up like dry sponge, much to the ire of his sister/wife.
As always, with the Queen not there, Naruto remained elusive throughout the feast prepared for the family, much to the old King's resignation. Aemma almost pulled her hair from frustration as her brother and father of her child laughed boisterously on the table, probably because of the excess wine in his system.
The frustration was mostly because Naruto was not there with them, as always. Her twin brother has always stayed away from them…the most painful part was that he stayed away from her as well after her marriage to Viserys.
She felt empty without her twin nearby…it felt like a part of her was missing.
It was quite late but the festivities continued well into the night. Jaehaerys, in his old age, could not keep up with the young generation and excused himself. The old king was escorted to his royal tent by a platoon of Kingsguards.
The wise monarch shook his head as he found the missing prince staring into the flaming core of a bonfire before his tent, leaning against the trunk of a tree, obviously waiting for him.
"You missed quite a feast" Jaehaerys commented softly, approaching the young silverette as he stared into the flame without blinking.
"I'll live" came the prince's flat response.
"How long are you going to keep yourself hidden from your family, my boy?" To be honest, the question terrified him. He had tried his best to keep the estranged boy company, to shower him with the love he and his wife could muster so that he never felt the absence of his deceased parents. But what would happen to him when they were gone?
He didn't have much time left to live. And his wife, despite her young and healthy looks was still almost as old as him. Her superior genes may keep her alive for another 20 to 30 years but she would still leave him devastated.
What if he never found anyone before they were gone?
What if he left everything behind and went into self-exile?
He had no friends in the capital or anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms, even in his own family even if his aunt Rhaenys and twin sister Aemma tried their best to keep him company. He would be a stranger within the walls of his own home.
He never wanted that for his grandson. Never ever!
A frown marred the silverette's sharp features as he turned to his elder. "Most of those so-called family members call me Demon Prince right to my face"
Jaehaerys eyes widened slightly, understanding the situation immediately. "Not because of who you are but the power you possess. It's a compliment to your prowess as a warrior"
"Fearing my power is the same as fearing me!" The Kingsguards shifted uncomfortably as Naruto stood up angrily and roared at the calm king, hand instinctively reaching for the handle of Dark Sister. Seeing the calm look on his grandfather's face, the young prince calm downed and bowed slightly. "My apologies, your Grace"
The old king's response was exactly what everyone expected of him. the Targaryen ruler stepped forward and placed a calming hand on his grandson's shoulder, giving it a loving squeeze as he smiled. "Your anger is understandable, but you can rest assured that you are loved by everyone. Give them a chance to show it"
The Demon Prince merely nodded.
"Get some rest, we have much distance to cover come the dawn"
"Understood" the silverette responded curtly, gesturing for the Kingsguards before they could get into positions before the king's tent. "All of you, go and guard my brother"
"B-but my prince…"
He was met with a cold glare. "Don't make me repeat myself"
The guards looked to the amused king for confirmation, sighing in resignation as said ruler nodded with a smile. They promptly moved away, not wanting to linger any longer.
"They have been guarding me for years…"
"I don't trust anyone with your safety"
The response, though blunt and very straightforward, warmed his heart as he chuckled loudly, pushing away the flaps of his tent as he strode in. "Good night, my boy, do try to get some sleep"
"Night, grandfather"
With the king heading inside and the festivities far away from his ears, the estranged prince was left listening to the crackling of woods burning inside the bonfire, his violet eyes drilling into the flames like it was the most interesting wonder of the Seven Kingdoms and beyond.
And it was.
It called him…appealing to his dragon blood …stirring up dormant urges to get closer and devour the inferno.
THE END
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