"The North?" Arianne asked again listlessly, still not able to fully process everything that Daemon had just told her.
"I'm afraid so," Daemon muttered. "I was so hyper-focused on Varys and the sparrows that I didn't consider just how bad things would have to be for my uncle to send no one at all to the wedding."
"None of us can go with you either," Nymeria grumbled, earning an angry snarl from Obara. "We're both with child, sister dear, and no one else here would be any real help besides. No offense."
"None taken," Bellegere said. "Among us, only you two are warriors."
"I don't like the idea of you going off into battle without us," Obara hissed.
"I'll have the Unsullied with me and the Northmen as well," Daemon replied, "and my foes are Wildlings. I've fought their kind before, and as vicious as they can be one on one, they lack the discipline of proper armies."
"What about this great darkness his grace is so concerned about?" Missandei asked.
"Who knows what, if anything, that actually is?" Daemon asked rhetorically. "The idea of the Others rising is so fantastical, I can hardly take it seriously. I know Aegon doesn't believe any of this either, and he's the one the prophecy is apparently about."
"Um, I'm actually confused there," Falia piped up. "You said the king called it the Song of Ice and Fire. Doesn't that sound more like you? Fire from the Targaryens, and ice from the Starks."
"Ice is the name of the Stark's ancestral blade," Arianne pointed out. "Hells, one of the Targaryen blades is called Blackfyre."
"Father interpreted it as the fire of the living against the ice of the Others," Daemon replied, "and it's probably horseshit anyway."
"Something must have driven the wildlings south in such numbers," Tyene argued. "This summer has been long, and I assume it gets at least a little warmer up there. Starvation seems like an unlikely motivator, given the circumstances."
"I don't know," Daemon sighed. "All I know is that that North is in danger, and I need to, at minimum, assess the extent of that danger. So long as you're all safe in Dorne, I'll be able to focus on that."
"I hate that you might miss our pregnancies as well," Tyene scowled.
"I won't if I can help it," Daemon vowed. "If I have to drown the North in savage blood to return to you quickly, I won't hesitate to do so."
"Are you leaving on the morrow?" Arianne asked.
"Aye, as are you," Daemon replied.
"Then we have a night left," she smirked.
"For you, maybe," Tyene groaned. "I try and take him again, and my cunt might run away."
"Yeah, even I think I'm too sore right now," Obara winced.
"You could take my ass, if you really want," Bellegere offered, though she sounded more tired than not.
"Well, I could take you," Arianne said. "I'm not nearly as sore as I was earlier.
Before Daemon could reply to that, he heard a sound come from the walls and held up his hand to quiet them. Obara heard it too and went for her spear while he moved towards Nightsister. Just as he suspected, the sound of the false panel coming away from the wall soon sounded, and he was about to draw his blade when sudden giggling stayed his hand.
"Rhaenys?" Arianne asked in shock.
"Princess Daenerys?" Missandei asked.
"Daemon," Rhaenys and Daenerys breathed in unison.
"What are you doing here?" Daemon asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
He had, for just a moment, thought that perhaps Varys had arranged for assassins to come for him in the event of his death.
"Father told us that you...you're going away," Rhaenys hiccuped, "and we couldn't let you go without giving you a special goodbye."
"The naked kind," Daenerys giggled. "Give us what Egg won't, Daemon."
Arianne squeaked, her eyes darting to Falia, who looked at the clearly drunk princesses in shock.
"Oh, that's why your brother had never looked at my tits," she breathed, putting the pieces together quickly. As Arianne looked visibly worried, she quickly added, "You and Daemon are the best thing that ever happened to me. If you don't trust me entirely yet, trust that I would never do anything to ruin that."
"We're not going to have much of a choice," Arianne grumbled, glaring at Rhaenys and Daenerys, who didn't even notice.
"Just how much did you two have to drink?" Daemon asked.
"Dany was distrubed by...disturbed by the execution," Rhaenys slurred, "and Father had strongwine out when he told us about your trip north, so…"
"Daemon, we're probably not going to see you for moons, and I can walk straight again, so let's try to make a babe again," Daenerys cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Please?"
"I did want to watch you fuck again before we all set sail," Arianne sighed.
"And I've wanted to watch you fuck these two ever since I learned the truth," Obara added, lying on her back and resting her head on her hands.
"You two don't mind having such a large audience?" Daemon asked, cocking an eyebrow at the pair of them.
"No," Rhaenys replied, tugging open his black doublet.
"Our first time was with Arianne there too," Daenerys pointed out.
"I was a little more than just there," Arianne chuckled. "Girls, undress our darling princesses while I help Daemon out of his clothes."
"I'm tempted to escort them to bed to sleep it off," Daemon whispered as she drew close.
"You know they want you for true, and given the fact that you'll be gone for the gods know how long after tomorrow, seeding them again would be a good idea," Arianne replied, removing his doublet while he undid his belt.
He watched the others carefully remove Rhaenys' and Daenerys' gowns and snorted at the thought they ended up going through a sort of bedding ceremony after all. His breeches fell to the floor, letting his rock-hard cock rise freely into the air. Rhaenys' eyes locked onto his member the moment it was freed, and he smirked as he saw her purple eyes darken with lust.
"I can't believe I actually fit that inside me," she breathed, grinning widely.
"I can," Daenerys murmured. "I must have looked like I went riding for hours yesterday. I guess I did."
She giggled at that, and as Rhaenys joined in, Daemon stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the pair of them. Daenerys wrapped her tiny hand around his cock and started stroking it gently, playing with it more than anything, but it was Rhaenys who stole his attention. Staring up into his eyes, she ran her nails through his hair and sighed happily.
"Make me a mother, Valonqar," she whispered. "Put a babe in me."
Daemon's cock throbbed in Daenerys' hand at her request, and he quickly captured her plump lips with his own. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped between her lips, and Daenerys reached up on her toes to nibble on his earlobe.
"Gods, they're beautiful," Missandei sighed, "and Princess Daenerys is so tiny. She truly took all of Daemon?"
"When you're about to watch them get fucked, you can drop the titles," Obara chuckled.
"At least in the bedchambers," Arianne laughed softly. "Yes, she did manage it and quite well."
"She's a dragon," Nymeria commented. "It's only natural that she'd be able to take dragon cock so well."
Daenerys whimpered at the sound of their commentary. Just a moon ago, the idea of inviting anyone other than her niece into her bed was daunting and fightening, but the pleasures she'd experienced that night had awoken something in her that she didn't know existed. She wanted them to watch her, and as she imagined being taken on her hands and knees by Daemon while surrounded by all of these beautiful women, each one rubbing her leaking cunt to the sight, the idea made heat pool in her core.
Daemon broke the kiss and trailed his lips down along Rhaenys' jaw to her neck, before pulling Daenerys in for a searing, hot kiss as well. The three of them moved together towards the bed, and Rhaenys slipped as her legs hit the mattress, falling back into Tyene's waiting arms.
"Is it everything we told you it was?" she asked, amused.
"And more," Rhaenys replied. "Gods, if only Dany and I could have joined you all long ago."
"We can make up for lost time," Nymeria replied, cupping one of her cousin's large breasts and kneading the sensitive mound gently.
Daemon groaned at the sight as the two purple-eyed brunettes wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately and gasped as Daenerys ran a hand, smeared with her copious juices, along the underside of his cock.
"I know my darling Rhaenys is beautiful, Daemon, but I would have you focus on me," she said, her tone imperious and demanding.
"As my princess commands," he chuckled, pushing her onto the bed and kissing her again.
Arianne joined them, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the slender column of the silver-haired beauty's neck. She snaked a hand between their bodies and cupped Daenerys' heated cunt, drawing a gasp from her.
"So wet already," his wife grinned. "Did the thought alone of another night with Daemon truly arouse you so?"
"Yes!" Daenerys gasped. "Fuck, it was so amazing!"
"It was," Rhaenys replied, turning away from Nymeria to look at her long-time lover. "His cock felt so much better than the replicas you gave us."
"Polished wood is nice and all, but it lacks the throbbing warmth of flesh," Tyene replied. "Alas, that's what we're going to be stuck with for a while."
"I'll try to end things quickly," Daemon promised. Reaching down to part her silver curls with his fingers and stroke her hot, wet folds, he asked, "Now, how do you want me, Dany?"
"Inside!" Daenerys cried, her face a picture of bliss as he teased her taut little pearl with his fingertips. "I don't care how!"
"Ride him," Rhaenys commanded. "I would feel his tongue on me while I watch."
"I'll happily feast on you if you want," Daemon rumbled, and she shuddered at his tone.
"I can't believe I'm about to watch you lick your sister's cunt while your aunt rides you," Falia murmured, sounding excited. Even if she hadn't, they all would have known at a glance that she was enjoying the show so far. Her pink nipples were hard peaks, pointing forward in a way that the warm room couldn't explain.
"You've watched Obara, Nymeria, and I play together," Tyene pointed out, brushing the brunette's long brown hair behind her ear. "Things have always been a little different in our family."
"Keep in mind they are all descended from the Targaryens," Missandei murmured.
"Really?" Falia asked.
"Mmhmm," Bellegere asked. "I am too, actually. We all trace our ancestry back to Aegon IV."
"Or at least Viserys II, depending on who you ask," Daemon thought to himself.
"Oh, I didn't realize you really were all family," Falia said.
"A family we've brought you into," Arianne smiled, wrapping her arms around the bastard girl. "You and Missandei both will bear his children as well."
"I can't wait," Falia replied, pulling Arianne in for a kiss.
She would probably never truly understand how she became lucky enough to catch her princess' eye as she did, even having lived through it, but she wasn't about to question it. All she knew was that she had the promise of a life greater than she'd ever let herself imagine, and she was going to grab hold of the opportunity before her and let it take her where it would.
"Speaking of bearing children," Daenerys muttered, looking impatient.
"You're a far more demanding creature when you're in your cups," Daemon chuckled as he laid down.
"Always has been," Rhaenys explained as Daenerys flushed lightly. "She's too nice and quiet normally, but get some wine in her, and she's a proper little princess."
"We're not all as eager to speak our minds as you," Daenerys shot back, earning a laugh from her lover.
She picked up his cock and planted a wet kiss on the bulbous head, making his breath hitch. Stumbling a little, she moved into position until she was hovering above him, and he grabbed onto her wide hips to steady her as she nestled his cock between her folds. With the barest hint of downward pressure, he popped inside her dripping hole, and the two of them gasped in unison as he spread her inner walls wide.
"Fuck, that's so thick," Daenerys whimpered, grabbing onto his shoulders for support.
"That overwhelming feeling you get as he first pushes inside you; you never get used to it," Tyene sighed happily.
"Even after giving birth," Arianne chimed in.
Daenerys lowered herself slowly down onto his shaft, closing her eyes and focusing on the intense feeling of being stretched by his immense girth. Rhaenys watched intently, biting her lower lip as she watched her aunt's labia be spread obscenely by her brother's thick cock. Once Daenerys had most of him buried inside her, she figured that she wasn't going to need any help keeping steady and threw a knee over Daemon's head. Suddenly gazing up into his sister's dripping slit and delightfully round arse, Daemon let go of Daenerys and grabbed her hips, lowering her down onto his eager mouth.
"Ah, fuck!" Rhaenys sighed, laughing lightly as he started lapping at her slick folds. "After all your complaints, Obara, I really did think that all men were terrible at this."
"Daemon's the only one I ever had who wasn't," Obara replied, snaking her fingers into her breeches to stroke her heated cunt. "There are a few reasons why I haven't even looked at anyone else since Ari first let me have him."
"Undress," Daenerys commanded as she started slowly rolling her hips, getting used to the feeling of having Daemon inside her again. "I want to watch you all touch yourselves while I fuck him."
"Definitely one of us," Tyene chuckled, shrugging as she started removing her light blue dress.
Daenerys picked up her pace, rolling her hips more forcefully, though her technique still showed her inexperience. Noticing this, Missandei, after removing her thoroughly drenched small clothes, crawled over and looked questioningly at the princess.
"I could show you what to do, if you like," she offered.
"How?" Daenerys whimpered.
"Like this," Missandei replied, embracing her from behind.
Daenerys gasped as she felt the other woman's pebbled nipples press against his back and her hands on her hips.
"You want to start slow, princess," Missandei whispered in her ear as she dug her fingers into her fleshy hips. "Your inner walls are clinging to every inch of his cock…"
"So many inches," Daenerys sighed in bliss.
"Indeed," Missandei giggled.
"Do call me Daenerys or Dany while we're like this," Daenerys said.
"Call me...oh fuck...Rhaenys as well," Rhaenys moaned, grinding her cunt on Daemon's face as he did his best to make her go mad with his skilled tongue.
"He's stretching you wide, Dany, wider than you would have thought possible," Missandei continued, "and every time you move at all, your cunt pulls against his flesh, as though it were reluctant to let him go at all."
"Fuck," Daenerys whimpered.
"We've clearly been a terrible influence on her," Tyene murmured, earning laughs from her sisters.
"What you want most is to find a steady rhythm," Missandei whispered in her ear. "Try moving like this."
Without another word, she started moving Daenerys herself, helping her roll her hips slowly and steadily. The Valyrian beauty cried out in pleasure, leaning her head back against the other woman's shoulder. She rested her hands on Daemon's muscular chest and sped up a little, riding him as Missandei showed her.
"Not the kind of lessons we're used to," Rhaenys laughed.
"Fucking is like fighting, my darling," Arianne remarked. "It's not something that you can learn from lectures or books."
"This lesson is definitely hands on," Bellegere quipped. "Cup her breasts, Missandei. Her little nipples look achingly hard."
"Gods!" Daenerys cried as Missandei pinched her nipples and kissed her neck.
Turning her head, she captured the dusky-skinned woman's lips with her own, kissing her passionately as she raced towards her peak.
"Gods, your tongue is a gift from the gods!" Rhaenys exclaimed, beginning to shake as the pressure inside her grew more and more intense. "Just like that. Don't stop!"
Daemon swirled his tongue around her clit, holding onto her so tightly that he knew she'd end up with bruises to hold her steady. Her wetness was smeared over his face, and as much as he wished that he could have seen Missandei showing Daenerys how to ride him, he couldn't truly complain about his vision being obscured by his sister's incredible arse. As he felt her thighs start to quiver on either side of his head, he sucked on her clit gently.
"FUCK!" Rhaenys shrieked as her orgasm hit like a crack of thunder.
She writhed atop him as pleasure coursed through her. He held her tightly, not wanting her to buck too aggressively on his face, but she slipped forward, falling into Daenerys' embrace. With his face no longer full of her, he was able to crane his head back and look at the others. Obara, Nymeria, and Falia were all lying on their backs with their legs spread, rubbing their clits in tight little circles, while Bellegere and Tyene were locked in a passionate embrace, fingering each other while keeping an eye on him and the others. Arianne had sat down next to them and leaned in to lick Rhaenys' juices from his chin.
"I'll never tire of this," she whispered, cupping his cheek and beaming down at him.
"Neither will I," Daemon grunted as he felt Daenerys start to flutter around his length.
"Oh gods!" she cried, her eyes clenched shut as her movements grew erratic. "I'm so close."
"Rhaenys, dear," Arianne purred, wrapping her arms around her cousin, "come here and let Daemon give your darling aunt the fucking she deserves."
"Seed her, Daemon," Rhaenys panted as she shakily climbed off of him. "Pound her little cunt until she screams and put a babe in her belly."
"Please!" Daenerys cried, falling forward the moment Rhaenys was out of the way. As Daemon sat up and caught her, she gasped, "Please make me a mother."
"Gods," Daemon groaned, her words inflaming a primal passion inside him.
Smiling at Missandei, he rolled Daenerys onto her back, moved her legs up until she was nearly folded in half, and grinned ferally down at her.
"You want a babe?" he asked.
"Yes!" Daenerys cried. "Oh gods, yes!"
Daemon worked his way up to a brutal pace quickly, pounding down into her squelching cunt. The sound of his hips slapping against her large, plump ass echoed through the room, drowned out only by her pleasured screams.
"More, more, more, more!" she cried, reaching up above her head and clawing at the bedding. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't...AHHH!"
She squealed as she came, bucking and writhing in ecstasy as her cunt spasmed around him, milking him hard. Daemon could have held on longer and had plenty of experience outlasting multiple women in a row at this point, but he knew that he'd harden again soon enough, and she did want his seed. He let go with a grunt of her name, painting her womb white with rope after rope of his cum. Daenerys was reduced to a sweaty, mindless mess, her eyes glassy and her mouth hanging open as she panted for breath.
"You're going to be...a wonderful mother," Daemon panted in her ear, and she quivered and whimpered in response.
He pulled his cock from her cunt and rolled onto his back as Missandei moved closer. Peering down at the river of seed leaking from Daenerys' gaping cunt, she ghosted her hands over the silver-haired woman's thighs and leaned in closer.
"Could I clean you up?" she asked softly.
"Wha?" Daenerys asked blearily, brushing her hair out of her face.
'She's asking to lick your cunt, love," Rhaenys asked.
"Oh," Daenerys sighed, turning slightly pink. "It's a pity...we can't live in Dorne."
Taking that for a yes, Missandei buried her head between Dany's thighs and started soothing her bright pink folds with her tongue.
"I can't really disagree," Rhaenys chuckled, "but I'm sure we'll visit often."
"I should hope so," Arianne grinned. "Care to help me get him ready for you?"
"Gladly," Rhaenys replied.
"Mmm, fuck, that was hot," Obara whimpered, feeling her peak approaching.
"You sound as close as I am," Nymeria gasped. "Want some help?"
"Get over here," Obara growled, rolling onto her side.
Nymeria buried her face between her sister's thighs while she grabbed her ass and pulled her in. Their muffled moans soon joined the other sounds of pleasure around them as Daemon sat on the bed and smiled tiredly at Rhaenys and Arianne.
"You two could just sit there looking like that, and it would do the trick quickly enough," he murmured.
"Oh, should we not bother then?" Arianne asked impishly.
"You say that like you're not eager to suck his cock," Rhaenys laughed. Looking around the room, her eyes landed on Falia, who was sitting on Tyene's face while Bellegere ate the beautiful blonde out, and they widened slightly.
"Um, did she…" she went to ask.
"No," Arianne replied quietly. "I want to believe we can trust her, but I'll be keeping an eye on her just to be sure. I take it the wine's wearing off?"
"A bit," Rhaenys grumbled, annoyed by her own recklessness.
"She'll be in Dorne, surrounded by our allies soon, and as far as I know, she can't read or write," Daemon whispered in her ear. "You're safe."
Any chance there might have been of Falia overhearing them whispering disappeared a moment later as the buxom brunette screamed in orgasmic bliss.
"Good," Rhaenys sighed, relaxing a little. "Now, let's see how it takes for this monster to rise again."
"In my experience, not long," Arianne said. "Speaking of experience, why don't you show me what you learned the other night?"
Rhaenys grabbed his half-hard cock and licked the underside from bottom to tip, making him hiss. Her purple eyes, filled with mischief, locked onto his as she started peppering the shaft with warm, wet kisses. He sighed in contentment and groaned as she took his cock between her lips. Being far from his full size, she was able to take the whole thing, though not without gagging as she moved too quickly.
"We'll work on that," Arianne murmured as Rhaenys backed away.
Showing her how it's done, his wife quickly swallowed his entire length and started bobbing her head up and down. Daemon's hands flew to her head, his eyes fluttering closed as he basked in her talents. She continued for a few seconds, her dark eyes brimming with amusement and pride at his obvious pleasure, before letting him go and offering his shaft to Rhaenys.
The two cousins took turns sucking his cock, passing it back and forth between them as they went, and in less than a minute, he felt himself harden again. When he was back to full strength, Arianne pressed his cock against his abs and started kissing her way up along the side of the shaft, something Rhaenys quickly joined her in. As the two of them reached his glans, they kissed each other around it, snaking their dexterous tongues around his most sensitive flesh and making him groan in pleasure.
"Fucking hells, you two," Daemon sighed.
"I'd say he's ready," Arianne grinned. "If he takes you like a bitch, you'll get to watch the rest of us."
"That sounds heavenly," Rhaenys replied, quickly moving onto her hands and knees, facing the others.
She heard Obara's muffled scream of pleasure as the muscular woman shuddered and spasmed in Nymeria's arms. Nymeria herself was practically shaking, clearly close to her own peak, before Obara beat her two it. Falia had slumped off to the side and was staring at nothing as she panted and grinned widely. In her absence, Tyene was able to focus on Bellegere, who was driving her wild with her talented tongue. Her fingers were buried in the beautiful brunette's hair as her pleasured moans spilled forth almost constantly.
It was pure debauchery, like something she might have imagined happening in a brothel. She'd been told all manner of stories by her cousins, particularly over the past couple moons, but hearing about the things they got up to behind closed doors and actually participating were two different things. As she felt Daemon lined himself up with her sopping wet cunt, she hoped that, when she and Dany visited them in Dorne, she'd be able to join in on one of their wilder nights.
"Fuck!" she grunted as he pushed forward, burying his massive cock inside her in one long, smooth motion.
"Mmm, you two take him so well already," Arianne purred, raking her nails through her cousin's hair. "It really is like Targaryen women are made for Targaryen men."
"Yes," Rhaenys moaned. "Fuck me, Daemon. Fuck me until you spill."
"We're all still sore, so you two will probably get your fill and then some," Falia sighed. "By the time you visit Sunspear, you'll probably already be large with child."
Rhaenys whimpered at the thought. She might not have been as particularly obsessed with the idea as Dany was, but she did want a child. Someone son or daughter, preferably with silver hair and purple eyes, who could put any questions there might be about her marriage to Aegon to rest. Knowing both about her brother's nature and the inevitability of their marriage had weighed on her for years, and the sooner she had a child who could believably be called his, the sooner she'd be able to truly relax.
"Gods, you're as tight as a closed fist," Daemon groaned as he started fucking her, working his way up to a hard, steady pace.
Rhaenys moaned as she felt him brush against something deep inside her that made her see stars and looked over at Daenerys. The beautiful blonde was kissing Missandei languidly, looking as peaceful and content as could be, and that brought a smile to her face.
"Gods, that feels so fucking good," Rhaenys cried.
"Isn't it wonderful?" Daenerys asked. "I can't believe there was ever a time when I was nervous about the idea."
"I am so looking forward to hosting you in Dorne," Arianne purred. "Once we're in the Water Gardens, surrounded only by our most loyal servants and soldiers, we'll be able to enjoy each other a little more freely. You still haven't experienced nearly all of the pleasures we have in store for you."
"I can't...ahh...wait!" Rhaenys moaned, grabbing the sheets in front of her so hard that her knuckles turned white.
A cacophony of ecstasy echoed through the room as the orgy continued. Their bed was so large that Daemon almost assumed that it was made for things like this; the sights and sounds of his many lovers writhing in pleasure around him made his cock throb with need. He felt Rhaenys start to flutter around his length and decided to change things a little. Pushing her down until her belly was flat against the bed, he changed the angle of his thrusts and started driving deep into that little spot near the back of her tunnel that he knew made her see stars.
"Fuck!" Rhaenys screamed. "Fuck, right there!"
"Cum for us, Rhaenys," Arianne grinned. "Let all of us hear how much you love your brother's cock."
"So much!" Rhaenys cried. "Gods, I love your fucking cock!"
"You're going to feel it for days," Daemon rumbled, reaching underneath her to cup and knead her large, full breasts. "Be a good girl and cum for me."
"GODS!" Rhaenys shrieked as she came.
Daemon let go the moment he started to feel her spasm around his length and collapsed forward, catching himself on his forearms. The two of them writhed together in pleasure, and Daemon buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent as he panted for breath. The two of them stayed like that for a couple minutes, enjoying the quiet intimacy and the afterglow as the orgy continued all around them. When he felt his cock slip out of her sodden hold, he rolled onto his back and was immediately joined by Arianne, who kissed him softly.
"I think you made her pass out," she grinned.
"Not...quite," Rhaenys panted, turning her head to look at him. "Fuck, that was good, though."
"Aye," Daemon sighed, wrapping an arm around Arianne and taking Rhaenys' hand with his own.
"I'm sure you need a moment, but as soon as you're hard again…" Arianne trailed off, giving a heated look, her eyes dark with lust.
"As soon as I'm hard again, I'm picking you up and fucking you against that wall until you scream my name," Daemon promised, his voice low and rumbling.
"Gods, I love you," Arianne purred, running her hands over his muscular form.
"I love you too," Daemon sighed.
The next morning Daemon woke to one of his favorite sights, Arianne's head bobbing up and down languidly on his cock.
"You didn't get enough last night?" he asked, grinning.
Arianne let his cock slip from her pouty lips with an audible pop before replying, saying, "You're the one who managed to harden again despite all the debauchery yesterday."
Looking around, he grinned as he saw what she meant. Their large bed was full of sleeping women, not a stitch of clothing between them. Rhaenys and Bellegere were both resting their heads on Obara's chest, while Missandei spooned Daenerys. Tyene and Falia slept in each other's arms while Nymeria was curled up near the foot of the bed, as though she hadn't moved a single muscle after she passed out. His oversized bed seemed to almost be designed with orgies in mind, and still it was positively crowded.
"Needless to say, we won't be able to do anything like this once Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene start to show," Daemon chuckled.
"Trust me," Arianne replied. "Once they get big enough, they'll want all the space they can get. Now, I think it's time I broke my fast."
She practically inhaled his cock, taking it to the root with ease. From the very first time they fucked, he'd been amazed at her talent for sucking cock, and she had only gotten better at it in the years since. She swallowed around him, making him groan, and giggled when he did. Her warm wet mouth was paradise itself, and Daemon quickly cradled her head in his hands lovingly, holding on as she did her best to make him lose his mind.
"Fucking hells, already?" Obara grumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as dawn's first light streamed in through the small windows.
"Don't be too hard on your cousin, Bara," Bellegere laughed. "It's her favorite toy, and she knows she'll be without it for a while."
"As will we all," Nymeria grumbled as she woke up.
"Oh, I...good morrow," Daenerys stammered, blushing prettily as she realized where she was.
"In my experience, you get used to it quickly enough," Missandei said softly, kissing the gorgeous Princess' cheek. "Oh, I…"
"It's okay," Daenerys smiled, cupping the other woman's cheek. "Last night was wonderful."
"Indeed," Rhaenys agreed, sitting up and stretching her arms above her head.
The movement drew Daenerys' eyes to her full, perky breasts, and she grinned at her aunt and lover.
"Gods!" Daemon groaned as he came, spurting into his wife's mouth.
Arianne swallowed every drop with ease and looked at him smugly as she let his cock slip from her lips and gave it one last kiss.
"Mmm, if only we could spend every morn like this," Tyene smiled, rolling out of Falia's arms.
"We will," Daemon sighed, his brain still marinating in the afteraffects of his orgasm. "Once we've killed all the cunts that need killing and can stay in Dorne for a while, this will be how we spend our mornings."
"We're going to need a bigger bed," Falia giggled. When some of the others gave her questioning looks, she explained, saying, "To keep all of us and whoever Daemon will pick up in the North."
"I doubt that I'll be 'picking up' anyone," Daemon replied. "Even I have limits, and I think I've nearly found them."
"Nearly," Arianne parroted. "Don't feel the need to live like a septon this time around. We'll all still have each other, and I want you at your best when you deal with the wildlings. If you find some pretty little thing, don't hesitate to ruin her."
"I'm the luckiest man in the world," Daemon chuckled, earning a grin from his wife.
A knock came to the door then, and he called out, "What is it?"
"A note, my prince," Ser Barristan replied. "One I think you'll want to see."
"Give us a moment and I'll be right out," Daemon replied, furrowing his brow.
"We should get going," Rhaenys muttered as she got out of bed and immediately stumbled. "Fuck, I'm still not used to that."
"Neither am I," Daenerys winced as she limped out of bed.
"If you two need help getting back, you could lean on me," Obara offered.
"We're both rather tender, I imagine, but I think we can hobble back through the tunnel," Rhaenys laughed. "I could use help with this dress, though."
Daemon dressed quickly, and the others helped Rhaenys and Daenerys back into their clothes. Once they'd disappeared through the hidden passageway and the others were covered enough, he opened the door. Ser Barristan looked pensive as he handed Daemon the note, and the prince instantly knew why. It wasn't folded, for one thing, and the penmanship was quite recognizable.
Thank you, oh mighty mountain slayer.
If you want my thanks in person, come by in the next two days.
A
"Thank you, Ser Barristan," Daemon said as he finished reading the short note.
"Shall I expect a trip into the city soon?" his sworn shield asked.
"Aye," Daemon replied. "I know you don't care for her, but her help was invaluable, and even if her reasons were purely mercenary, I am still appreciative."
"What is it?" Arianne asked, joining him by the door, fully dressed.
"Asha Greyjoy wants to meet," Daemon replied, "or is offering to, anyway."
"Really?" Arianne asked, looking down at the note with a curious expression on her face. "We should probably bathe first and eat, but I'd like to meet her if you're going."
"Why?" Daemon asked, confused.
"She was quite helpful, and I'd like to see the last Greyjoy for myself," Arianne replied.
He got the sneaking suspicion that there was more to it than that, but didn't say anything. He'd find out what she had in mind soon enough, because he had every intention of meeting with Asha. The Greyjoy scion clearly wanted something, as they had no real reason to meet at this point, and he wanted to know exactly what that was.
"Ah, Chataya's," Arianne sighed as they drew close.
"Have you been here before?" Daemon asked, looking back at her.
His wife was wearing her riding leathers and had a dark cloak wrapped around her. Her long, dark hair was tied back, further disguising her identity as the cloak covered most of her face. The Dornish might have been more tolerant than most, but having a noblewoman enter a brothel openly in the capital would have drawn attention from the other kingdoms that they didn't need.
"Yes," Arianne replied. "There's a tunnel that leads to the brothel somewhere in the city. Obara, Nymeria, and I stumbled across it once after sneaking out to have fun during a trip here with Uncle Oberyn. I can't for the life of me recall where it was, or I'd have suggested that we use it, but this cloak should work well enough."
"My prince," Chataya smiled as she spotted him and his guards. "She's just finished up with…"
"Ah, I hoped you'd show up," Asha grinned as she spotted him.
"Considering how well things turned out last time, I figured that I should," Daemon replied. "Do you have a room ready?"
"Right this way," Asha replied before turning and going upstairs.
Daemon followed after her, making sure that Arianne was well behind him with their guards. Asha might not have tried to harm him last time, but he wasn't about to take any chances. If the pirate had noticed that he had twice as many armed men with him this time, she hadn't reacted at all. As they reached her room, like last time, her red-haired companion was there, though this time she was alone and dressed. Her attire was much like that of her captain, consisting of a quilted tunic, breeches, and boots, though where Asha favored brown and black, her clothes were green, bringing out the color of her cold, calculating eyes.
"Prince," she grinned as she spotted him. "You make a fine miner, as it turns out."
"I'm sorry?" Daemon asked, nonplussed.
"Helga was making a joke about you hacking apart the Mountain," Asha explained, grabbing the redhead's axe from her and handing it to Ser Barristan. As she handed over her sword and dagger, she said, "Feel free to search us if you need to, but I do want a word alone with the prince."
"And his lovely companion," Helga added, eyeing Arianne and smirking.
Daemon nodded, and two of the Unsullied patted down the women to make sure that they were unarmed. Once they were sure of that, he bade them wait outside and closed the door, confident that he could kill them both if he needed to before they could reach Arianne.
"Princess?" Asha asked in surprise, and Arianne threw off her cloak.
"I understand you were the one who warned Daemon about the High Sparrow's plot," Arianne replied. "I am most grateful."
"I saw an opportunity, and I took it," Asha shrugged. "I definitely didn't expect you to end fighting Clegane like that, though. Lord Tywin's made it clear that I can serve as Lady of Pyke, but that he'll be having me watched closely once I get there."
"Let no one say that I don't reward good service," Daemon grinned. "Your warning turned out to be useful, and thanks to it, I was able to take down a serious threat to the realm."
"To be honest, I expected you to ignore me outright or, at most, take the warning and leave me with nothing," Asha admitted.
"There was no guarantee that I'd manage to help you at all," Daemon replied, "but removing Clegane managed to be easier than I expected."
"Easy, he says," Helga chuckled.
"Anyway, thank you," Asha said. "I know the history between our families is...unpleasant, but you gave me back my home, and for that I am grateful."
"Is that the only reason why you invited him back here?" Arianne asked. "To thank him."
"One of them," Asha replied. "Actually, I'm glad you came because I'd rather ask you this than him. Are the rumors true about you two? That you regularly invite other women into your bed, I mean."
"That's a rather open secret if it can be considered one at all," Arianne replied with an almost feral grin. Looking both women up and down, she asked, "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I'm in a rather...odd situation," Asha replied. "As part of keeping me under his thumb, the old lion would prefer that I wed a Westerman."
"I can understand that," Daemon replied.
"I'm already wed, though," Asha replied, "and I told him that I'm with child."
"I'm sensing a problem," Daemon murmured.
"I'm not, for one, and while I like cock well enough, now and then, I vastly prefer cunt," Asha replied shamelessly. "My husband, Tristifer, had been an occasional lover of mine for years, but as fond as he was of me, I had little interest in wedding him until we both got pissed drunk one time and, well…"
"Weddings while drunk don't really count," Daemon pointed out.
"No, but as I dealt with my skull-splitting headache the next morrow, I realized that it would be useful," Asha replied. "My father wasn't in the best health, and my eldest brother Rodrik was a cunt. I realized that I could claim we were both too drunk during our wedding for it to count if I wanted to, but that being wed would stop him from pawning me off if Father died. Then the invasion of Bear Island happened and, well…"
"Asha doesn't particularly want to be sold off to some prick who would rule Pyke in her stead, and if she's already wed and with child, that makes her a difficult sell to virtually any of the old lion's bannermen," Helga explained. "It would work great, except that with Tris' injury…"
"Injury?" Daemon asked, furrowing his brow.
"We were reaving moons ago, and he took an arrow in the cock," Asha replied.
"Oh," Daemon winced. "Poor sod."
"Aye," Asha replied. "He's tall and dark-haired, like his father was, but his mother was a saltwife stolen from Lys and…"
"You want Daemon to put a babe in you?" Arianne asked, figuring out where the Ironborn was going with this.
"You're dark-haired with Valyrian blood, like Tris, and clearly capable," Asha replied, gesturing towards Arianne. "It's not like our child would be a threat to the family, given that you're the king's second son, and said child would be a bastard born to me of all women. You're also not exactly hard on the eyes."
"I…" Daemon went to reply, genuinely surprised by what Asha wanted.
"Excuse us for a moment," Arianne said, cutting him off.
Asha shrugged and led Helga out of the room, closing the door behind them.
"Really?" Daemon asked, not even bothering to ask what was going through her mind. "I mean, I know this really gets you wet but…"
"Obara and Nymeria can't go with you, and you won't bring any of the others," Arianne replied. "The Unsullied can keep you safe, and you're a deadly foe in your own right, but having a pair of women by your side who can both warm your bed and fight couldn't hurt, and both of them look dangerous in their own right."
"She could be waiting for an opportunity to pay me back for Bear Island," Daemon pointed out.
"While surrounded by your loyal soldiers who wouldn't hesitate to tear her apart for it?" Arianne asked. "You have far more experience with people wanting to kill you than I do. Is there anything about Asha's demeanor or how she's acted towards you that would suggest she wants to harm you?"
"No, but she could just be a capable actress," Daemon replied.
"I'll leave the decision with you, but it might be worthwhile to offer to bring her to the North either way," Arianne said. "Not only would she be sailing with you, surrounded by your Unsullied, but she'd also be going to the North. If she means you harm, going with you would be the last thing I imagine she'd want to do, as while I can't guarantee that she doesn't resent you, I don't think she's suicidal."
That was actually a good point. How she reacted to the idea of going north with him could tell him much about her intentions. If she agreed without complaint, that would be highly suspicious, and if she backed away entirely, that would probably signal that he was better off sending her on her way anyway.
"Send them back in," he commanded, and a moment later, the door opened and the pair entered. As the door closed behind them, he said, "In a few hours, I'll be sailing to the North. The wildlings have gathered in numbers not seen for generations, and I'll be taking my army to assist the northerners in driving them back to their frozen wasteland. The journey to Winterfell is long, even if you sail to White Harbor, and I could use some company."
"While I could leave the capital today if I needed to, I don't imagine that the Northerners would be terribly pleased to see a Greyjoy in your company," Asha replied, tensing immediately. "It wasn't that long ago that my people invaded their lands, after all."
"They wouldn't be able to tell who you are at a glance, and none would harm you if I forbade it outright," Daemon replied. "I am quite well loved by my people, and I will be speaking with my father's full authority during this trip."
"Is there more to this than just a wildling invasion?" Helga asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Probably not," Daemon replied. "How many men do you command?"
"A score," Asha replied. "The Black Wind's a sizable ship, but not massive, and I prefer a smaller crew. If you want us to fight for you, will we need some compensation."
"We can work out the details," Daemon drawled. "If I decided to hire you, your men would serve under a company of my Unsullied and train with them on the journey from White Harbor."
"We're as fierce as any foe you've fought," Helga snapped.
"I don't doubt that," Daemon lied smoothly, "but the Unsullied are the finest fighting force in the world in large part because of their training and discipline. Discipline is something that our foes up there are going to lack, and I'll need to know that you and your men can fight with mine cohesively."
"Hmm," Asha mused, not looking pleased.
"There are plenty of other men around," Helga murmured. "Half the crew would give a stone to fuck you."
"Few as wealthy, who wouldn't demand far worse, anyway," Asha replied. "Depending on what you're willing to pay, we might have a deal."
Daemon grinned and thought about what he'd be willing to offer her. As he mulled it over for a moment, he realized that her willingness to accept payment for services was itself a sign that she'd let go of her people's bizarre ways. The two of them set about negotiating the terms of their agreement, and the more that Asha haggled and questioned things, the better Daemon felt about the whole idea. He'd still have her watched closely and would spy on her with Ghost and Brynden, but it really did seem like she wasn't out to kill him. Once their business was done, she left, promising that she'd meet him at the harbor at noon, and Daemon sighed.
"I can't believe we're parting again," Arianne murmured, and Daemon wrapped his arms around her.
"Not for long if I can help it," he whispered in her ear. "I don't want to be parted from you, or little Maekar, or the others for a moment longer than I need to be."
"I will feel better knowing that you'll be both safe and satisfied," Arianne said with forced cheer.
"You know, she is breaking your 'no noblewomen' rule," Daemon pointed out.
"Barely," Arianne chuckled. "The pirate lords hardly qualified before you destroyed them. Provided she isn't plotting against you, she'll be no threat to us, and you have ways of making sure of such things. Do you want to take Maegor along?"
"No," Daemon replied. "For one thing, I want him with you, so I can check in now and then."
"I'll be sure to give you quite the show if I notice his eyes going cloudy," Arianne promised, grinning.
"Beyond that, though, I don't know how well he'd handle the frigid weather," Daemon replied. "Ghost will be fine, of course, and Brynden's too essential to leave behind, plus I've seen eagles in the North before. With the two of them, I'll be able to...make sure that everyone's well behaved."
"Right, then I guess that's that," Arianne muttered. "I'll be sailing back with my uncle, so I won't need to use any of the ships in our fleet."
"Good," Daemon said as he draped her cloak over her.
The two of them left the room and were immediately stopped by Ser Barristan.
"You're taking her with you?" he asked incredulously.
"I'll explain on the way," Daemon replied, wincing at his old mentor's obvious disbelief.
"As displeased I was and as the small council were when we learned about the Unsullied, I must admit that I am glad that they're a resource we can call upon," Rhaegar mused as he and Daemon watched the eunuch soldiers board their ships.
The king and Connington had been quietly working to put together the resources they'd need for this for a couple moons, and the army would be well provisioned for the limited engagement that they envisioned.
"You'll be working on calling the banners while I'm gone?" Daemon asked.
"I've spoken with the lords paramount about the coming war," Rhaegar replied. "None of them believe that evil monsters are rising in the far north, but it's been easy enough to push that this is something the wildlings seem to genuinely believe and that they've amassed in such vast numbers that the North could be overrun."
"I took inspiration from your ludicrous play and told them that the Wildlings, from what we've been able to discern, seem to have believed for generations that a particularly long, warm summer like this would herald the end of the world and that all living things north of the wall would perish soon," Connington added quietly. "With them having such an urgent, if nonsense-based motive, it's easy to believe that they'd all make a desperate push south."
"They'll be gathering their armies, though it will take time," Rhaegar said.
"What if this doesn't end up being what you expect it to be?" Daemon asked. When Rhaegar's face hardened, he added, "Just for the sake of argument."
"Even if I'm wrong, the number of wildlings Commander Estermont seems to think are coming for the wall would require quite the army to deal with if they got through," the king replied, "and if by some chance, you happen to repel them with ease and there are no other threats, then we just say that the Unsullied are a truly remarkable fighting force and leave it at that."
"Heavily implying that our personal army is more than up to the task of dealing with any threat that comes their way," Daemon grinned.
"The fact that you wiped out the Golden Company, and that few know how, is already shocking to many of them," Rhaegar replied, "and it doesn't hurt to have your people believe that you are more powerful than you are."
"Daemon," Aegon said as he approached, followed by Rhaenys and Daenerys, who were both limping, and their guards. "We wanted to see you off."
"As well you should," Elia murmured, giving the three of them a pointed look.
"Thank you again, for everything," Aegon exulted, clasping Daemon's forearm. "Stay safe, brother."
"I've faced worse foes than this before," Daemon said quietly enough that their father couldn't hear him. "Take care. I guess you're going to be settling into Dragonstone?"
"Indeed, we will," Rhaenys replied, smiling widely at him. "When you return the triumphant hero, do come visit, will you?"
"I'll likely be going to Dorne first, but Ari and I would love to visit," Daemon replied. Lowering his voice a little, he rumbled, "Or host you."
Rhaenys' breath hitched and she grinned up at him.
"We will have to visit," Daenerys added, "if only to see for ourselves how different Dorne looks compared to how it used to."
"I'm sure you'd be just as happy in Dorne as your namesake was," Arianne grinned impishly, making Daenerys blush.
"Hush you," Daemon whispered in her ear, wishing they weren't in public so he could swat her plush arse.
"Daemon, could I have a word?" Viserys asked, gesturing further down the pier.
"Of course, Uncle," Daemon replied, following the silver-haired man.
"Thank you for what you did," Viserys breathed, looking rather emotional. "I'm sure it wasn't exactly a hardship, but you still helped all of us a great deal."
"It was my pleasure," Daemon couldn't help but reply, earning a snort from the older man. "Will you be going to Dragonstone too?"
"Yes," Viserys replied. "The old Castellan died not long ago, and Egg asked me to take on the role, at least temporarily."
"I'm sure," Daemon murmured softly. "Well, take care, and do write me if there are any...developments with our sisters."
"Of course," Viserys replied, smiling.
"We're all set," Oberyn called out.
Daemon watched all of his lovers' faces fall at that and sighed before joining them. He didn't know if it was because he sensed the collective mood or if he shit himself, but Maekar chose that moment to start crying, and before Arianne could, Daemon picked him up out of the small basket he'd been carried out in.
"Ah, just wanted attention, did you?" he asked jovially as his son quieted down immediately and smiled at him. "I'm going away for a while, but I will see you again as soon as I can, Maekar."
"If I have to crawl out of my bloody grave to do it," he added mentally.
Being parted from his son again so soon was infuriating, and he almost pitied the wildlings and any other foe that he came across when he reached the North for dragging him away. He held Maekar for another minute, making funny faces down at him to try and make him laugh. The little boy didn't laugh, but he did keep smiling and gave an excited cry when Daemon handed him over to Arianne.
"Come home to us," she whispered, not trusting her voice.
"How could I not when I have so much to return to?" Daemon grinned, though it didn't reach his eyes.
"Someone's going to have to save us from the absolute rage beast that a pregnant Obara is going to be," Tyene joked.
"Please," Obara snorted. "You're nearly as pampered as the actual princess here. If any of us is going to handle this poorly, it'll be you."
"If we want Daemon to come back soon, maybe we shouldn't point out what miserable cunts we're likely to be in the coming moons," Nymeria said wryly.
"I'd offer to come along as a translator, but sadly, the tongue of the first men isn't one that I speak," Missandei said sadly.
"Eh, you'd freeze those delightful nipples of yours off up there anyway," Falia commented, earning an indignant squawk from the former slave.
"Besides, it's not like Daemon plans to speak to them," Bellegere chuckled. "He'll put them down with that dangerous sword of his and perhaps introduce some of their women to his most dangerous sword."
"I somehow doubt I'm going to bed any wildlings," Daemon replied dryly as the others laughed.
Looking around at the odd family he'd built for himself, he saw his own reluctance to leave in their sad eyes. If he hadn't spent so long in Essos without them, this might not have been as difficult, but it seemed like he'd just returned only to be sent off again, at his father's will this time. Still, even if it wasn't the land he'd called home for so many years at risk, he'd have still had a duty to perform and done so without audible complaint.
He had a mission to complete, and so he would, even if it ended up entailing fighting mythical creatures right out of Old Nan's stories. The Unsullied had loaded the multitude of dragon powder bombs onto some of the ships earlier. When it came to dealing with them, his soldier's complete lack of fear was an asset, for they were volatile if handled without care, and the last thing anyone wanted was for someone to accidentally drop one out of nervousness.
He put such thoughts out of his head and said his farewells, grunting as he quickly surrounded by them and enveloped in a group hug. He heard his father clear his throat and saw him look away, which made him smile amusement for a second. The hug lingered for a while, but, despite how much they wished otherwise, they knew it couldn't last forever, and soon enough he was watching them board their ship, bound for Sunspear.
His father had lent them a few ships from the royal fleet, more than enough to make it clear to anyone that they came across that it would be a very poor idea to try anything. Spotting Maegor climb into Maekar's basket and curl up with his son, he smiled and swallowed thickly. Just as their ships raised their anchors, White Fly approached him.
"Is it time, my prince?" the eunuch asked.
"It is," Daemon sighed.
He boarded the silence, giving his father, and the rest of them one last glance, and ordered the men to set sail. As he made his way to the bow of the ship, he happened to spot Asha aboard the Black Wind. The dark-haired woman gave him a clearly mocking salute and ordered her men to follow suit. As his fleet departed, bound for White Harbor and whatever adventure awaited them, a single thought crossed his mind. Whether his enemies would be entirely human or not, whether there was any truth to his father's prophecy, and even then, regardless of who it pertained to, he was going to deal with whatever enemies he came across.