"And so before the assembly of the lords of this land and in the light of the Seven, I do hereby crown King Daemon Targaryen, first of his name, king of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm," the High Septon said solemnly as he placed the crown upon Daemon's head.
The smoky Valyrian steel and large, square-cut rubies stood in contrast to his long, brown hair and pale skin, and Lyanna thought he'd never looked more handsome. Though his coloring was much like her own, his purple eyes were not the only thing he got from his father. His full, pouty lips, prominent cheekbones, and strong square jaw were all distinctly Valyrian, and though his face was longer, no one could deny that he looked like a Targaryen.
It was the proudest moment of her life; her son had ascended the throne that he'd been destined for since the moment he was born, and he'd been able to make it to this occasion without a hint of scandal. Few could have imagined that Daemon would become king this easily or smoothly when he was born, for his birth had come during one of the most trying periods in the history of his house.
Rhaegar's first wife, Elia, died while giving birth to their only child, Rhaenys, and so the prince had, after a period of mourning, sought to take another wife. It was during a grand tourney at Harrenhal that they met and fell in love, and within a couple moons they were wed. It should have been a happy time for them all, and for a brief moment, Lyanna was ecstatic, but it wasn't to last.
"He looks so much like Father," Brandon sighed as he joined her in the crowd.
"You think so?" Lyanna asked, turning to him. "I've always thought he looked oddly like a mix of Rhaegar and Ned, to be honest."
"I suppose I can see that," Brandon allowed, swallowing thickly at the mention of their brother. "There's just something about the way that he furrows his brow that's always put me in mind of Father, though Ned was just as serious."
"He'd be so thrilled to see this," Lyanna sighed. "Did you see Ashara?"
"Aye, her and her little terrors," Brandon chuckled. "How our ceaselessly serious and responsible brother had those two, I do not know."
"Arya and Alyria do seem more like us, don't they?" Lyanna chuckled.
"That they do," Brandon smiled. "Thank the gods my brood takes more after Cat."
Lyanna snickered at that, though her face fell as she asked, "I haven't had a chance to speak to Ashara yet, but have there been any more incidents of the sweating sickness at the moat?"
"No," Brandon replied, his face falling as well as he recalled just what had felled their brother.
"Brandon, Lyanna," Robert said gruffly as he joined them.
"Robert," Brandon replied warmly while Lyanna fixed a small smile on her face.
"It's good to see you both," Robert nodded. "I'm so sorry about Ned. Couldn't believe it when word came."
"It was a shock to us all," Lyanna muttered. "Thank you."
"I considered him a brother," Robert murmured, shaking his head. "Gods, there is no justice in this world."
"Only what we can make," Brandon replied.
"Anyway, Brandon, I think Catelyn was looking for you," Robert continued.
"Oh?" Brandon replied. "Excuse me, Lya."
"I…" Lyanna went to object only to end up glaring at the back of her brother's head as he went in search of his wife.
"So, I guess you're officially the dowager queen," Robert said inanely, sounding like he hadn't been sure what to say.
"Indeed," Lyanna replied. "With Daemon becoming king at last, I am no longer his regent."
"You were great in the role," Robert complimented. "The realm's in better shape than it's been in generations."
"I had help," Lyanna murmured, looking around for someone she could subtly call over to free her from having to speak to Robert alone.
"You sacrificed much for it," Robert continued, "and I always admired you for that, but it's over now, and you don't need to be bound anymore to this viper's den of a city or to my cousin's memory."
"My lord, that's…" Lyanna went to object.
"I understood you wanting to remain unattached to anyone else while you focused on being the regent, but you aren't anymore, and you're still young and beautiful," Robert pressed on. "Have you considered wedding again?"
"That really isn't…" Lyanna went to reply.
"Robert," Tywin said coldly as he joined them. "Cersei was wondering where you'd gone. Joffrey has been making a nuisance of himself and could use a word from his father."
"That…" Robert grunted, only to catch the look in his goodfather's icy green eyes. "I suppose I should check on the little blighter. We can continue this later, my queen."
"There is no need," Lyanna smiled. "My position is unchanged, my lord. Now, it sounds like your wife and son have need of you."
Robert's blue eyes dimmed at that, and he left without another word.
"So, what did my goodson want?" Tywin asked, likely knowing full well.
"To know if I had changed my mind about wedding again," Lyanna replied, and she swore she could almost hear knives being sharpened as her mentor's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Have you?" he asked.
"My lord, I am deeply flattered…" Lyanna replied, grinning impishly.
"You know that's not why I asked," Tywin cut her off dryly. "As Hand, I would like to know of such things ahead of time."
"I wasn't just saying no because of who was asking," Lyanna replied. "Daemon's wise enough not to shake off his advisers just yet, and though my title has changed, I imagine that I'll still have a role here for some time. Beyond that, though...once was enough."
"That I of all people can understand," Tywin muttered. Looking up at Daemon, still seated on the throne, he said, "You did well with him. He has the makings of a great king."
"You helped," Lyanna smiled. "I don't know what I would have done in those early days without your guidance."
"Even I was taken aback by the extent of Aerys' madness," Tywin sighed. "Him, Rhaegar, and little Viserys all lost in an instant. I'm still surprised you wrote to me and not your father."
"There must always be a Stark in Winterfell, and Brandon wasn't ready yet," Lyanna replied. "You had ruled for years while that mad cunt withered away, and I needed someone with that experience. Daemon was just a babe, I was just a girl, and poor Rhaella was broken by grief. It's a wonder Daenerys was born at all."
"She suffered more loss than anyone should," Tywin murmured, shaking his head. "You say you were just a girl, but you took to it quickly enough. That crown on his grace's head is proof enough of how capable you became."
Lyanna smiled at the reminder of her greatest victory. She'd felt like a fool when she went to suggest to him that they try and covertly hire the Golden Company to invade Westeros so they could lure them into a trap and had been relieved when he ended up liking the idea. Even she couldn't have expected the plot they'd end up uncovering in the process, though, or the treasures they'd recover. The conqueror's crown, stolen from the Dornish by supporters of the Blackyres, was just one of them.
"Anyway, he's king now and wed twice over," Lyanna smiled. "With luck, Rhaenys and Daenerys will give us plenty of princes and princesses, and soon enough this difficult period will be behind us."
"Indeed," Tywin murmured. "Excuse me."
He wandered off then, leaving Lyanna alone, and the former queen regent looked once more at her son. He had descended from the throne then and was speaking with his wives. Rhaegar had, before he died, expressed his wish that Daemon wed Rhaenys and, if his pregnant mother had a daughter who lived to reach her majority, her as well. Lyanna had thought it a strange request at the time, but after he died, having the ability to hold up his wish had allowed her to keep most of the ambitious lords who wished to see their daughter become queen at bay.
"I'm just lucky that Tywin's only granddaughter is too young," she thought to herself, spotting little Myrcella with Cersei and Robert.
As she looked back at Daemon, she caught his eye, and he flashed her a smile that made her heart flutter. As the last living Targaryen male, it was even more imperative for him to wed and have children than it normally was for kings, and she'd known all his life that she'd watch him wed his sister and aunt eventually. It hadn't made actually watching it the previous week any easier, though, and as the three of them spent the days since on Dragonstone, she'd barely had a moment with her son. As she continued looking at his handsome face and the familiar glint in his purple eyes, so much like his father's, she felt his pulse spike and forced herself to look away.
"So many lords and septons through the years have praised me for remaining unwed and for putting my full focus on my son and the realm," she thought to herself. "It's such a noble thing, after all, to sacrifice one's desires for duty, and half of the more pious ones have made it sound like I took the female equivalent of a white cloak when I took on the regency. If they only knew the truth."
After Aerys' madness and the tragedy that followed, she had sworn to herself that she would ensure Daemon didn't cause the slightest scandal. She raised him to be good, wise, and noble, but she knew well what a young man's urges could be like and that more often than not, they responded to them more like Brandon than like Ned. As he grew older and became devastatingly handsome, she worried all the more about how to ensure that he didn't do anything regrettable and dedicated more time than most mothers to thinking of ways to ensure that he remains a paragon of virtue in the eyes of the realm.
"What a solution I eventually came up with," she thought to herself, shuddering slightly.
She sighed then and, catching Ashara's eye, went to speak with her goodsister, being happy for the distraction. She might not have been interested in wedding again, but one thing she couldn't deny was that significant changes had come for them. The regency was over, and her role would change more and more in the coming years as Daemon grew comfortable in his own. Certain...other aspects of what she'd done for him through the years would surely change as well, as he had not one but two wives to help him with such things.
"It's not like we should have started in the first place," Lyanna thought to herself, trying not to focus on how much she was going to miss her 'solution.'
She would just have to get used to the change, though. It wasn't like anything could be done about it.
"Oh gods!" Daenerys cried, her fingers digging into the bedding under her. "Fuck, that feels so good."
"You taste as divine as ever," Rhaenys purred. "I don't think the gods have ever crafted a sweeter cunt."
"You started without me?" Daemon asked as he entered their chambers, his voice deep and rumbling with desire.
He was the luckiest man in the world and well aware of it, being wed to not one but two of the most beautiful women he'd ever met. Daenerys was a classic Valyrian beauty, with fair skin, violet eyes, and a heart-shaped face framed by waves of silver-gold hair that fell to her waist. She was short with small, perky breasts, wide hips, and a plump, round arse that had drawn his eyes for years. Rhaenys, on the other hand, looked far more Dornish, with olive skin just a shade lighter than her cousin Arianne's and long hair, darker than his own, that spilled across her back in ringlets. She was tall, and her full breasts and wide hips gave her an hourglass figure that she'd delighted in tormenting him with since he was a boy.
"You were taking too long, and she's so very beautiful," Rhaenys grinned, spreading Daenerys' thighs even wider. "Look at how she drips, Valonqar."
"Rhaenys!" Daenerys whined, blushing slightly.
"You'd think after the week we spent together, you wouldn't be able to blush anymore, dear aunt," Daemon grinned as he removed his doublet.
"I had hoped that taking every inch of your massive cock inside her tight little asshole would drive the last hints of timidity away from her," Rhaenys sighed, "particularly when she practically drowned me over it."
"Must you tease me so?" Daenerys huffed.
"It is ever so much fun," Rhaenys grinned. "How difficult was it to get away from the grasping cunts?"
"They are our lords, sweet sister," Daemon chuckled, tossing away his tunic and revealing his muscular chest and abdomen to them.
"The feast was already blatantly over by the time we left, and I swear that was half an hour ago," Rhaenys replied.
"I can understand them wanting to get a better sense of how I'll rule after so many years of dealing with my mother and Lord Tywin," Daemon murmured, "and it was just one night. After the tourney tomorrow and the second night of feasting, they'll be on their way."
"I guess," Rhaenys sighed. "I can understand why so many of our ancestors preferred Dragonstone, though."
"At this point you're purposefully ignoring me," Daenerys muttered.
"Perhaps I am," Rhaenys grinned, turning back to her and pressing her lips against the younger girl's mound, right next to her throbbing clit.
"More!" Daenerys immediately gasped, making her niece giggle.
"I'll never tire of watching you two together," Daemon sighed.
He removed his belt then, and his breeches fell to the floor, releasing his turgid cock into the air. Daenerys' violet eyes locked onto it immediately, and the raw desire in them made him throb with need.
"I want you to stand right there, Daemon," Rhaenys grinned. "Stand there and slowly stroke your cock while I devour Dany's delicious cunt."
"Oh gods!" Daenerys cried as she pushed two fingers inside her weeping hole.
"Just what are you planning, Rhaenys?" Daemon asked, happy to obey for now.
If there was one thing that he'd learned in the days since he wed Rhaenys and Daenerys, it was that when his sister had ideas for fun they could have in bed, they were rarely not extraordinary. He was sure that she'd gotten most of it from Arianne and her other cousins, and he didn't mind in the slightest. She swirled her tongue around Daenerys' clit, making her cry out, her body shaking as she soared towards her peak. She had clearly been close when Daemon walked in and only cooled down a little while he spoke with Rhaenys.
"Just like that, just like that!" Daenerys moaned, snaking her fingers into her niece's dark locks. "Gods, your tongue is a gift from the gods!"
"I can't believe I never knew you two were spending your nights like this," Daemon groaned.
"For...ahh...years now!" Daenerys cried.
"You were such a curious thing," Rhaenys murmured, "and I was so happy to satisfy your curiosity...among other things."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Daenerys screamed as Rhaenys wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked gently. "Oh gods, oh RHAE!"
Her back arched, her lifting off of the bed as her orgasm hit her hard. Daemon watched his wife writhe in pleasure as his other wife continued to lap at her slick folds, drawing out her pleasure for as long as she could, and groaned. A pearlescent drop of precum pooled on the head of his cock, the shaft so hard that his glans had turned purple.
"Hmm, I think I like both your looks," Rhaenys grinned, wiping her lips and chin and sucking Daenerys' juices off of her fingers. "Boneless satisfaction looks just as lovely on Dany here as desperate need does on you, Valonqar."
"Is your plan to get me so worked up that I fuck you until you pass out?" Daemon asked, "Because if so, it's working."
"Promises promises," Rhaenys grinned, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.
Daemon looked down at the forest of dark curls that hid her sex and let out a shuddering breath when he saw how damp they looked.
"I actually have something else in mind," Rhaenys murmured. "There's just one thing that I'm waiting o…"
She trailed off then as a hidden door Daemon was quite familiar with opened. He froze, confusion clearly written on his face, and his eyes widened in horror when his mother's voice rang out.
"Daemon, are you certain this is a good idea?" Lyanna asked as she walked inside. "You're married now and…"
The beautiful brunette trailed off with a squeak when she saw Daemon standing there. The entrance to the hidden passageway that led out of the room was situated next to the bed, and Rhaenys had made sure that Daemon was standing right in front of it when she told him to hold still. Lyanna's eyes locked onto her son's swollen prick, and she licked her lips, too focused on him, notice the two women lying on the bed next to her.
"I couldn't believe it when I got your note," Lyanna purred, walking towards Daemon, who was frozen by shock. "You have two beautiful wives, son. You don't need my old…"
"You're hardly old," Rhaenys purred, making the only mother she'd ever known go still.
"Rhaenys!" Daemon hissed, looking at her in outrage.
"Rhaenys...Daenerys?" Lyanna asked, turning around and looking at the two of them in horror.
"Good evening," Daenerys murmured, unsure what else to say.
"I knew it!" Rhaenys crowed. "You two were subtle, very subtle, but I picked up on the odd lingering glance here and there, and Daemon was far, far too good a lover for a man who had never gone anywhere near a whorehouse. Someone had to have taught him, and all the servants said the same thing when I had Tyene speak to them. They'd have happily fucked him, but he never even looked their way."
"Rhaenys, this isn't…" Lyanna went to argue.
"I saw how you looked at him just now," Rhaenys cut her off, "and there's no real way to explain away coming by like you did in a note that spoke of his wives spending the night elsewhere and wanting your company again."
Lyanna looked like she was about to cry, and Daemon moved without thinking, wrapping his arms around her and glaring down at his sister.
"What was the point of all this?" he hissed. "Did you just want to humiliate us?"
"No, not at all," Daenerys replied before Rhaenys could. Getting out of bed, she walked over to them and said, "It's not like either of us can really blame you, Lya. You've been unwed for as long as any of us can remember, and Daemon's the most beautiful man either of us has ever seen."
"It wasn't like that!" Lyanna protested. "I just...after everything Aerys did to this family, the realm's perception of the Targaryens was at an all-time low. I feared that any scandal would cause far more harm than it would normally and…"
"Sought to keep Daemon satisfied enough that he wouldn't look elsewhere?" Rhaenys asked, amused.
"Mother that...was that actually why you…" Daemon went to ask, looking hurt by the way she'd just spoken of the years they'd spent as lovers.
"Probably at first," Rhaenys replied as Lyanna turned her head to look at him, indecision written all over her face. "At first it's likely that you were a lusty, handsome prince, and she wanted to make sure that you didn't turn to whores for your needs. Imagine how tragic it would be if the last Targaryen ended up riddled with pox before he could produce an heir, after all. As time went on and you got better, though, as you started giving her more pleasure than she'd ever known in her life…"
"Rhaenys Targaryen!" Lyanna exclaimed, whipping back around to look at her and flushing as she finally noticed the state she and Daenerys were in.
Rhaenys just smiled softly at her and said, "Daenerys is right; I don't blame you, and I don't think it's fair that you have to stop bedding Daemon just because he'd wed us."
"What?!" Lyanna gasped.
"What?" Daemon asked, his jaw dropping and his cock rapidly rehardening at her words.
"Do you have any idea how envious Ari's going to be when I tell her all about the week Daemon, Dany, and I spent together?" Rhaenys asked rhetorically.
"She and the Sand Snakes have been tormenting us for years with stories of their adventures, and you were better than anyone they've ever had," Daenerys sighed, resting her head on Rhaenys' shoulder and wrapping her arms around her waist. "How could we not want to reward the woman who taught you all that?"
"More to the point, how could I ever deny someone I love so much something she'd go on craving for the rest of her life?" Rhaenys asked. "After just a week, I can't imagine going without that cock, and you've had him for years, no?"
"You...you're serious?" Lyanna asked, feeling heat pool low in her belly as her heart raced.
"This is Daemon's first night with his queens since he became king," Rhaenys grinned. "Why shouldn't he have all three of the queens he's ruined for all other men?"
"Fucking hells, Rhaenys," Daemon groaned as Lyanna shuddered.
This was a possibility she'd never even considered, and the idea of going on bedding him as she had for long was more enticing than she could ever put into words.
"I mean...if you still want an old woman after having had such young beauties," she murmured, knowing full well how her son would react to that.
"You're hardly old," Daemon murmured, nuzzling her neck and making her gasp. "You're two and thirty and look even younger than that."
"He's not the only one who thinks you're gorgeous, either," Rhaenys purred, and Lyanna looked at her in surprise. "Apparently, Daenerys and I are subtler than you two are."
"Rhaenys and Daenerys have been lovers for nearly as long as we have," Jon explained.
"You...oh," Lyanna breathed, looking back and forth between the two girls.
"Have you ever slept with a woman, Lyanna?" Daenerys asked.
"Not for...some time," Lyanna replied as her eyes raked over their delightfully curvaceous bodies. "There was one servant girl back in Winterfell who I was particularly fond of. I haven't seen Beth since I left."
"Gods," Daemon groaned, his cock throbbing at that mental image.
"Then come," Rhaenys grinned, tugging on Lyanna's gray gown and pulling her in for a kiss.
The older woman stilled at first as the girl she'd raised as her own daughter kissed her, quickly returned it when Daemon's large hands cupped her plump arsecheeks. She moaned as Rhaenys slipped her tongue into her mouth and started exploring her thoroughly.
"You never imagined for a moment that this was possible, did you?" Daenerys grinned, taking Daemon's hand.
"Never," Daemon replied, gasping as Daenerys licked her hand and started stroking his cock. "Rhae and I might already have your babes in our bellies by now, and at some point, we'll be too far along to bed safely. Having another woman around who can take care of you will be nice."
"I'm not actually a wild beast, you know," Daemon chuckled. "I could go without if I needed to."
"I don't doubt it, Daemon," Lyanna replied, "but it has been a long time since you've gone more than a couple of days without having a woman."
"Even when you…" Rhaenys went to ask.
"I said no the first few times I bled, but he kept insisting that no true man could be scared off by a little blood, and eventually I gave in," Lyanna murmured. "It actually helps with the pain, funny enough."
"I would have led with that argument if I'd known," Daemon chuckled.
"Well, if I bleed in a couple weeks, I'll keep that in mind," Daenerys smiled, sinking to her knees.
"Gods," Daemon groaned as she took the first few inches of his cock between her lips.
"You're actually taking more of him than I would have expected after just a week," Lyanna murmured.
"Arianne gave us a smooth wooden replica to practice on," Rhaenys replied. "It wasn't nearly as big as him, though."
"I should have figured," Lyanna chuckled.
Without warning, she slapped Rhaenys' arse, making the younger woman shriek in surprise.
"That's for luring me in like this," Lyanna hissed.
"In my defense, I wasn't entirely certain and really didn't want to raise the subject in case I was wrong," Rhaenys replied. "I figured that if I was wrong, you'd show the note to Daemon in the morning, demand to know who it was meant for, and when he became genuinely confused, think that someone was just trying to cause trouble."
"You could have...oh gods, Dany...asked me who I'd had before," Daemon replied, "but you wanted to prove that you were right."
Rhaenys just huffed at that and turned back to Lyanna, who looked captivated by the sight of Daenerys sucking Daemon's cock, something that she couldn't blame the woman for at all. Even ignoring how gorgeous the silver-haired beauty looked on her knees for him, watching Daemon be pleasured was its own treat. The way his powerful muscles strained and the way his face tensed each time she did something that felt particularly good both made her even wetter than she was. She looked away, though, and decided to take advantage of Lyanna being so focused on him.
Sweeping the older woman's long brown hair aside, she began peppering her neck with kisses and worked on undoing the laces holding her gown together.
"Ahh," Lyanna sighed, reaching behind her to caress Rhaenys' face and pressing her body back against hers.
Daemon placed his hands on Daenerys' head and moaned both at how incredible her hot little mouth felt and at the sight of his sister undressing his mother. The fact that he watched that while his aunt sucked his cock was not lost on him.
"Gods, I love being a Targaryen," he thought to himself, for while he knew that his relationship with his mother was beyond even his family's tolerance, he knew that he'd be much less likely to have ever known such pleasures if he'd been born to any other line.
"Mmm, just as large and full as I always imagined," Rhaenys purred as Lyanna's breasts spilled free from her gown. Reaching around, she cupped the heavy mounds and kneaded them firmly, drawing breathy moans from her lips.
"How long have you been imagining me?" Lyanna asked.
"Years," Rhaenys admitted. "It turns out that my valonqar and I have very similar tastes."
She let Lyanna's breasts go and flipped her around so she could finish undressing her. Up close, she was able to see that while the older woman's mounds didn't sit quite as high on her chest as her own, they were still rather perky, and her pale pink nipples looked delectable. She pushed her gown down further, exposing the older woman's soft belly, wide hips, and forest of brown curls that made her mouth water.
"Perfection," she purred.
"You say that while looking like this," Lyanna murmured disbelievingly, cupping one of Rhaenys' large breasts.
She circled her hard brown nipple with her thumb, making her inhale sharply, before leaning in to capture the nub with her lips.
"Oh, fuck, stop," Daemon groaned, and Daenerys pulled back immediately, letting his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop.
"Is something wrong?" Daenerys asked, only to get her answer immediately as she looked over to see Rhaenys kissing passionately as she walked her back towards the bed. "Oh."
"Yes, oh," Daemon muttered, harder than he'd ever been in his life.
He leaned down and grabbed Daenerys' arse before lifting her up over his shoulder, making her squeal in laughter.
"Daemon!" she giggled as he walked her over to the bed and dropped her down next to his mother.
"Such a brute I raised," Lyanna chuckled, gasping as Rhaenys started kissing her way down long her belly. "Gods, Rhaenys, if you're going to do that, at least let me taste you too."
"Gladly," Rhaenys grinned, climbing into bed.
She looked over at Daemon and Daenerys and smiled. She had known for many years that the three of them would be bound together, and after learning much and more of love at the hands, lips, and tongue of her cousin Arianne, she had taught those same lessons to her little aunt, hoping that it would draw them closer. It had indeed, far more than she'd hoped, and the two of them had remained inseparable since. She wasn't surprised that Lyanna hadn't known, though, for at a glance, most would just assume that the pair of them were simple dear friends as well as aunt and niece.
"You just can't get enough, can you?" she asked teasingly.
"No, I can't," Daenerys replied, grinning.
"That's mutual, trust me," Daemon rumbled, fisting his cock and taking a moment to line himself up with her dripping slit.
He pushed forward, and Daenerys gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders and throwing her head back into the bedding.
"Gods, yes!" the silver-haired woman gasped. "Fuck, you're so big!"
"You say that every time," Daemon chuckled.
"You don't get any smaller," Daenerys giggled. "If anything, you feel even bigger, even harder now than before."
"Is that true?" Rhaenys cooed as she moved to straddle Lyanna's face. "Does having your mother in bed with us make you that hard? AHH!"
"I should slap this incredible arse of yours until it's bright red for all of this," Lyanna muttered as she felt the mild sting in her hand.
"That's not much of a punishment for her as it turns out," Daemon chuckled, making Rhaenys blush. "We're all wonderfully depraved here, even little Dany."
"Daemon!" Daenerys whined, turning her head to look away from them.
Daemon cupped her cheek and pulled her back towards him as he grinned and asked, "What? Should I not tell her how you came so hard you soaked our bed when I bent you over and fucked you in the arse?"
"You actually took all of him back there?" Lyanna asked, impressed.
"It felt weirdly good," Daenerys admitted.
"Oh, I know," Lyanna grinned.
"Wait...ahh!" Rhaenys gasped as the older woman pulled her down and started licking her fleshy folds.
She lowered her head down and, parting Lyanna's curls, gave her cunt a long lick that made her shiver under her. Her brother, husband, and the savior of their family had come into the world passing between these fleshy lips and she peppered them with affectionate kisses at that thought. Daemon had grown into such an incredible man, and she was ever so happy to have him as a husband. She heard him groan as she started swirling her tongue around his mother's clit and looked up to find him staring at her. Winking, she looked away and focused on pleasuring the woman under her.
"How long have you two been planning this?" Daemon asked, grinning down at Daenerys.
"Since that first night at Dragonstone," Daenerys replied. "I...oh gods, right there...didn't think it was true at first, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed possible."
Lyanna sucked Rhaenys' clit into her mouth and started pumping three fingers in and out of her dripping hole. The younger woman cried out in pleasure and pushed two of her fingers into her new lover's cunt, curling them upward as she sought out a spot that she knew she'd adore. She looked up just as Daemon grasped Daenerys' legs and moved them up towards her head, folding her in half. Their aunt was very flexible and always had been, something that she'd eagerly shown off during their week on Dragonstone and which Daemon came to enjoy greatly.
"Such a bad girl you are," Daemon whispered teasingly as he picked up his pace, pounding his aunt into the bed. "You spent our first week as husband and wife plotting to seduce my mother."
"For you!" Daenerys cried, clenching her eyes shut as the feeling of his pistoning cock splitting her open again and again overwhelmed her. "Well, mostly for you. Lyanna's...fuck!...so beautiful!"
"As are you," Lyanna purred, looking over at Daenerys and smiling. "I'm thrilled to know that my son is wed to such gorgeous, loving girls."
"How could I not love him?" Rhaenys smiled, catching Daemon's eye. "We Targaryens are made to love each other. Isn't that right, Valonqar?"
"Gods, sister," Daemon grunted.
Daenerys' hot, wet, incredibly tight cunt began to flutter around his length, and he knew that she was getting close. He took her hands and move her into position so he could hold her legs in place herself. With his hands freed, he cupped one of her perky breasts and rolled the nipple between his finger and thumb while he gently stroked her throbbing clit.
"Yes!" Daenerys screamed as he fucked her even harder.
Every time his massive cock reached the very back of her cunt she swore she felt him in her stomach. He stretched her so much and felt so damn good that she didn't know how she could even stand it. Nothing she'd done with Rhaenys before this had prepared her for this kind of intensity, and she knew that she'd crave him for the rest of her life. It was the main reason that she'd gone along with her niece's plan in the first place. If Lyanna had been fucking Daemon for years, it would be cruel to make her stop, particularly when they could have so much more fun together.
"FUCK!" Lyanna screamed as she came, her thick thighs clamping hard around Rhaenys' head.
The younger woman grinned and drank her juices down eagerly, continuing to curl her fingers against that rough little patch inside her spasming cunt that she knew was driving her mad. As she writhed in pleasure, she stopped feasting on Rhaenys' cunt, but she didn't mind. Watching Daemon fuck Daenerys was more than enough fun for her just then, and she figured it wouldn't be hard to convince him to finish her off once their aunt came.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't...DAEMON!" Daenerys shrieked as she came hard, her back arching off of the bed.
She let her legs go as her orgasm hit her hard, and they quickly wrapped around Daemon's waist, holding him tightly as her inner walls massaged him. He groaned and held still, well aware that Daenerys could be quickly overwhelmed when she came and usually needed a moment to recover. He looked over at his mother and Rhaenys, still locked together in a passionate embrace, the sight of which made his cock throb, and grinned as he saw the older woman stare at him with glassy, unfocused eyes.
"She's as good at that as I am, it turns out," he murmured.
"So good," Lyanna laughed, throwing her head back and sighing in bliss.
"Fuck her...Daemon," Daenerys panted, smiling from ear to ear.
"Please," Rhaenys grinned. "Your Mandia hasn't cum yet; now be a good brother and take care of her."
"Fucking hells," Daemon groaned, pulling his cock, which was covered in Daenerys' cream, from her gaping quim and turning to look at her. "You're such a sinful thing, sweet sister."
"I just happen to know how much hearing me speak of our relation turns you on," Rhaenys murmured, her purple eyes alight with mirth. "That should have been my first clue that you were already fucking another member of our little family. Even for a Targaryen, you seemed to be so very enthralled by the idea."
"He's insatiable," Lyanna sighed, grinning at him. "I should have brought you two in long ago to help deal with him."
"As if you've ever complained," Daemon scoffed, moving to join them.
"How do you want me, Daemon?" Rhaenys asked.
"Just like this," Daemon replied, grasping her hips and holding her in place. "Let Mother watch up close as I fuck you."
"Maybe she'll get to watch us make her first grandchild," Rhaenys grinned.
"Fuck," Lyanna whimpered, shivering at the idea.
"If you make me cum before you do," Daemon replied, the challenge clear in his voice. "Do you think you can do that, Mandia?"
"Ahh," Rhaenys gasped as she felt him brush her folds with the bulbous head of his cock.
In truth, she had no idea if she'd last that long after he started fucking her. Lyanna had gotten her very close already, and she'd discovered not long into their first night together that she could cum very easily on his long, thick cock. Before she could reply, Daemon lined himself up with her cunt and pushed the first couple of inches inside her. She moaned loudly as she felt her inner walls stretched wide and dug her fingers into the bedding on either side of Lyanna's hips.
Lyanna watched Daemon's cock stretch Rhaenys obscenely wide and shuddered at the sight. She already knew that he was special and had felt him inside her countless times, but this was her first time actually seeing what delightful damage he could do to a woman, and it made her even more amazed that they were all able to take him as well as they did. Rhaenys' nether lips were stretched obscenely wide, looking utterly taut as inch after inch of thick cock disappeared inside her, and the older woman licked her lips as she watched.
"Fucking hells, Daemon!" Rhaenys moaned, pushing herself back against him as he buried the last inch of his shaft inside her.
"You never really get used to that," Lyanna sighed, craning her head up and capturing one of Daemon's large, full balls with her lips.
"Oh gods!" Daemon groaned as he experienced a pleasure he doubted very many men had: being buried inside one woman while another sucked on his stones. "You really want to watch me fill her up, don't you?"
"She did make the idea sound so very enticing," Lyanna replied, letting his ball go for just long enough to speak before sucking the other one into her hot mouth.
"You're going to have to let him go for that," Rhaenys murmured. "I doubt he'll cum just from being inside me."
"Not for years now," Lyanna murmured, making her son blush at the memory of his first few times. "You could squeeze around him rhythmically if you have enough control of your muscles down there."
"Really?" Rhaenys asked.
"I'll teach you another time," Lyanna replied. "Now be a good Targaryen king and fuck your sister, Daemon."
He laughed at that as he pulled most of his cock from her depths and plunged back inside hard. Daenerys took him with startling ease, especially given how small she was, but Rhaenys usually needed him to take his time a little more, building up to the kind of rough poundings that made her scream and writhe for him. She was soaking wet this time, though, and sounded desperate for him. Soon enough, he was fucking her with long, hard strokes, making her wonderfully round arse jiggle and ripple each time his hips slapped against her as the two of them lost themselves in their mutual desire.
"Harder, harder, gods!" Rhaenys cried, gripping the bedding in her hands so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "I love your fucking cock!"
"It really is incredible," Daenerys murmured, sitting up and watching them with a satisfied smile on her face. "Is watching them up close like that as fun as it looks, Lya?"
"I have no complaints so far," Lyanna replied, not minding in the slightest as Rhaenys' squelching cunt dripped her juices on her face. "There are certain advantages."
Just as Rhaenys was about to ask what she meant, Lyanna reached up and started rubbing her clit, making her cry out.
"We'll have to try that," Daenerys smiled, licking the salt sweat from the Dornish beauty's back.
"Oh gods, oh fuck, oh Daemon!" Rhaenys cried, feeling her whole body go taut as the pressure in her core grew more and more intense.
She would have complained to Lyanna about helping Daemon make her cum if she'd been able to think just then, but the feeling of having him spear into her over and over again had robbed her of that. All she could focus on in that moment was how bloody good he felt inside her and how hard she was about to cum.
Daemon gathered her hair in his hand and pulled back gently, making her squeak as he said, "Has this been everything you imagined so far?"
"Yes," Rhaenys moaned, sounding half out of her mind.
"I'm not going to rest tonight until I've filled all three of you with my seed," Daemon whispered in her ear.
"Fuck!" Rhaenys cried, her whole body shaking as his cock hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. "More, more, more, AHHH!"
Lyanna wrapped her arms around the younger woman as she came, holding her tightly as she convulsed in ecstasy. Daemon pulled his cock from Rhaenys' cunt and let it fall against his mother's face, gasping as he felt her give it a kiss.
"Looks like she didn't manage to make you cum first," Lyanna smirked. "Guess I'll have to show them both how."
"You...cheated," Rhaenys panted, giggling at the absurdity of that as she rolled onto her back.
"You didn't say she couldn't help, and you let him fuck you while lying across her," Daenerys pointed out, sounding amused as she lay down next to her.
Rhaenys just shook her head and snorted before pulling the younger girl in for a searing hot kiss.
"You two didn't leave the bedroom for a solid day after you first saw that, did you?" Lyanna snickered, sitting up.
"What do you think?" Daemon asked, leaning in and capturing her lips with his own.
Her tongue pushed against his immediately as she deepened the kiss, and he accepted it eagerly. The two of them kissed passionately, and Lyanna pulled him over, making it clear that she wanted him lying next to her. The moment he was in position, she moved to straddle him and, picking up his cock, lined it up with practiced ease before sliding down in one smooth motion.
"Gods," she gasped, her eyes clenching shut.
"So, did he stretch you more on the way in or on the way out?" Rhaenys snickered, making Lyanna squawk indignantly.
"You'll learn the answer to that soon enough," she replied dryly. "No cock compares to birthing a babe, not even one as incredibly large as this."
"You feel so good," Daemon murmured, reveling in her tight heat.
"Like you were made for me," Lyanna smiled, resting her hands on his muscular shoulders.
She started riding him then, and he met her rhythm almost immediately, thrusting up in time with each movement of her hips. The two of them had done this countless times and would apparently continue, something that neither expected his wives to be willing to allow. As Rhaenys and Daenerys sat there watching, lust and affection both clear in their purple eyes, it was clear that this wouldn't be a one-time thing.
"Oh fuck, your cock is amazing," Lyanna moaned. "I swear it's a gift from the gods themselves."
"Considering all they took from us, maybe they felt indebted," Rhaenys scowled.
"I'm close," Daemon grunted, digging his fingers into her fleshy hips as he felt her inner walls massage him perfectly.
"So am I," Lyanna gasped, picking up her pace. "Watching you fuck these two was better than I could have imagined."
She rode him fiercely, so much that her large breasts began to rock and sway against her chest. Daemon watched the heavy mounds move with rapt attention as though hypnotized by them. He was going to sit up and bring one of her rosy nipples to his lips, but Daenerys moved more quickly. Embracing the older woman from behind, she cupped her breasts and kneaded them firmly, making her moan loudly.
"They're so much like Rhaenys'," she purred, circling her nipples with her thumbs. "So large and still rather firm; no wonder Daemon can't keep his eyes off of them."
"He never could in retrospect," Rhaenys chuckled. "I should have guessed sooner if I'm honest."
"And here I thought we were being subtle," Daemon grunted, feeling his balls tighten.
"I doubt any of the stuffy lords around us care, but as someone who also wanted to fuck multiple members of her own family, I noticed things that they didn't," Rhaenys replied.
"So long as...gah...no one else knows!" Lyanna cried as his cock pressed against one of her favorite spots.
"No one does," Daenerys assured her. "It can be our little dirty secret, and no one else ever needs to know that their king's bed is warmed by not two but three queens."
"It's a shame, truth be told," Rhaenys purred, grinning down at Daemon. "I know we can't, but I still think the people deserve to know that they're ruled by a man who's such a stud he can satisfy three women at once."
"He is a stud," Lyanna moaned. "Such a man. I couldn't believe how extraordinary he...ahhh...was the first time I...I...DAEMON!"
"Mother," Daemon's strangled cry came a moment later as the two of them came almost in unison.
Lyanna fell forward, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she writhed in pleasure. It came in wave after wave, making her vision go white and her whole body go taut. Daenerys hugged them both before crawling over to Rhaenys and pulling her down for a kiss. Daemon ran his fingers through the long brown hair splayed across both of them and felt his cock twitch at the sight of his wives entwined in another passionate embrace.
"Still hard?" Lyanna asked, grinning down at him as she lifted herself up on her.
"I did make Rhaenys a promise," Daemon replied.
"Tis true, Valonqar," Rhaenys grinned, looking away from Daenerys for a moment, "and I expect you to keep it."
Daemon just chuckled as Lyanna climbed off of him, and he beckoned Rhaenys over with a hooked finger. As he rolled her onto her back and positioned himself between her parted thighs, while watching Daenerys bury her face between Lyanna's to lap up his copious seed from her leaking cunt, he knew that their night was just beginning.
It was hours later that the four of them finally stopped, too tired to go on. Rhaenys and Daenerys were cuddled into either side of Daemon while Lyanna lay between them, her head resting on his muscular chest.
"Rhaenys? Daenerys?" Lyanna asked, grinning when soft snores were the only responses she got.
"I think we tired them out," Daemon laughed softly. "I'd say that went well."
"About as well as you expected," Lyanna replied, tracing little circles on his chest while he did the same on her shoulder.
"They thought they were so subtle," Daemon grinned, thinking back to when he first overheard the two of them discussing their little plan back on Dragonstone.
The idea of anyone discovering his greatest secret would have been terrifying normally, but in this instance, it was anything but. He didn't think he'd ever been as hard in his life as he became listening to the two of them plot out how best to first figure out if they were right, and if so, seduce his mother into joining them in bed.
"You have a greater understanding of the hidden passages here and on Dragonstone than anyone," Lyanna murmured, sighing in utter contentment. "When you said that you wanted to speak after the coronation, I couldn't have imagined that it was about this."
"I'm not complaining," Daemon smiled. "I was going to miss you terribly."
"I would have missed you too," Lyanna whispered. "Thank the gods for unusual families."
"I somehow think that we're rather unique in that regard," Daemon chuckled, "though not singularly so if everything I've heard from Rhaenys about Arianne and her cousins is to be believed."
"I wonder if Ash and the girls are like us?" Lyanna asked teasingly, snorting as she felt Daemon's cock twitch under her despite how many times he'd cum over the past few hours.
"Don't go there," Daemon sighed, regretting, as he had so many times, that he had ever admitted his attraction to his late uncle's wife to her.
There's no way that that could be true.
Right?"