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King’s Landing
The Red Keep
Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen sat with her eldest son, Prince Jacaerys, in the living room of her royal apartments, rubbing his back, trying to console him after the loss of his dragon. Jacaerys was also consoling his mother, as he just found out about the death of his grandsire, the former King. Upon Jace’s arrival late last night, with Prince Aegon and Aemond, Rhaenyra called for a meeting of the Small Council in the morning. It was to start shortly, as she waited for all its members to gather at the Red Keep.
“I’m sorry, mother.” said Jace quietly, staring blankly with his eyes reddened. Rhaenyra brushed back Jace’s long hair out of his face.
“For what, sweet boy?” she asked warmly.
“For grandsire… and for not being with Vermax… for not controlling him, for not being a true Targaryen.” Jace’s voice was low and depressive. Rhaenyra looked directly at her son and rubbed his cheek,
“Do not say such things,” she urged, “you are a Targaryen. You alone could not control the treacherous acts of the Dornish men. It is not your fault.” as the Queen stared at her son with wide eyes, Jace looked away. He felt ashamed. He felt like a failure as a dragonrider. “Look at me.” she said, but Jace did not listen. “Look at me, Jace.” she commanded sternly. Jace looked at his mother.
“Dorne will pay for what they’ve done. Prince Qoren will pay for what he has committed against you, against us, against the Crown.” she insisted, “They will pay in fire and blood.”
“Aegon nearly burned down the entire palace,” said Jace softly. Rhaenyra slowly sat back, she did not know this, “he could have destroyed the entire palace, sinking it into the sea, but Aemond called him to stop…” there was a knock at the door.
“Come.” said Rhaenyra. As the door opened, Rhaenyra and Jace both looked to see who it was.
“Prince Aegon, your grace.” said Ser Harrold. In entered Aegon. Aegon still had a streak of soot and ash on his cheekbone and forehead. Jacaerys stood up, knowing he should let his mother and her husband speak to one another about what happened at Dorne.
“I’ll see you at the Small Council, mother.” said Jacaerys, and Rhaenyra nodded. Jace walkled around the couch and to the door. Aegon and Jace acknowledged each other with a silent but respectful nod. The door closed, and Aegon was left alone with the Queen.
“Your grace,” said Aegon softly, walking into the room awkwardly. He held his hands together anxiously, picking at his fingernails.
“Jace told me everything.” said Rhaenyra gently, “And what you did.” Aegon nodded slowly,
“Aye, I did what I thought was right… in the moment.” The Prince Consort walked over to the side of the couch, and Rhaenyra stood up. The two faced one another, looking at each other longingly.
“I do not fault you.” said Rhaenyra, “What they did was… an act of war.” Aegon nodded in agreement. Rhaenyra reached for Aegon’s face, wiping some of the ash off of his cheek. It only smudged. She went over to her vanity table where there sat a bowl of water and a handful of small washcloths. She dipped one of the towels in the water and wringed the water out of it. Rhaenyra went back to Aegon and gently wiped his cheek once again, cleaning off the ash and soot.
“Is it noticeable?” whispered Aegon, self conscious about his appearance.
“It was.” chuckled Rhaenyra lightly. She stopped wiping his face, lowering her hand, and she stared into Aegon’s eyes. Her smile faded, “Would you have burned down the rest of Sunspear if it weren’t for Aemond?” Aegon looked into Rhaenyra’s eyes,
“Yes,” he muttered, “for our House. For Jacaerys… for you .” Rhaenyra was taken aback. Aegon stepped closer to his wife, putting one of his hands on her waist. He leaned in, holding his lips right over hers, grazing them together. Aegon kissed Rhaenyra, pulling her up against his body. He started to kiss her neck, biting gently her ear, moving down her neck.
“We have Small Council…” exhaled Rhaenyra, even though she was enjoying the sensual attention she was receiving.
“Fuck Small Council.” said Aegon, continuing to kiss Rhaenyra’s neck, moving down to her exposed collar from her low-cut dress. “Make them wait,” he whispered. Rhaenyra grabbed Aegon’s face to look at him, and he looked back at her, a bit startled. Aegon looked down at Rhaenyra’s lips, and she did the same to him. Aegon’s hands slowly moved to the top of Rhaenyra’s dress, and he began to pull it down. She lowered her hands from Aegon’s face, letting him take off her dress. Aegon did not break eye contact with Rhaenyra as her dress slid down her breasts, past her waist, and onto the floor. Rhaenyra started to unbutton Aegon’s green and black coat. It came off easy and quick, then she lifted off his light beige tunic shirt. As she continued to admire his face, his eyes, nose, and lips, her hands moved down to his belt and his pants. Rhaenyra unbuckled Aegon’s belt and pushed his pants down. Upon slipping past his hips, his pants fell to the floor, and she pushed down his underwear as well.
The two stood naked, just inches away from their bodies touching one another. Aegon caressed Rhaenyra’s face with his left hand, and her breast with his right hand. Her breath fluttered as he fondled her breast and nipple. He began to trail his fingers down her abdomen, to her groin. He started to rub her lips between her legs, sliding a single finger between them. Rhaenyra closed her eyes and gasped lightly. Aegon leaned in closer to her, kissing her,
“Do you like that?” he asked in a low, deep voice, and Rhaenyra nodded her head. Aegon then used two fingers to slide between the lips of her vulva, maintaining a steady pace. His cock began to harden within seconds, poking Rhaenyra’s inner thigh. Rhaenyra reached below, gripping his shaft to stroke it lightly. Aegon rasped,
“Do you want it?”
“Yes.” begged Rhaenyra in a whisper. Aegon slid two fingers inside of Rhaenyra, and she gasped, and held her breath. She opened her eyes, with one other hand gripping the back of Aegon’s neck. She looked into his eyes with a deep passion, her body was throbbing for more. Aegon pushed his fingers deeper into her, moving in and out slowly.
He took out his fingers, holding his index and middle fingers together, and licked them while Rhaenyra watched. Rhaenyra shuddered, and felt Aegon’s cock throbbing in her hand as he flexed it. Aegon guided Rhaenyra to the couch, and she laid down on her back, with Aegon crawling atop of her.
For just a moment, Aegon laid directly on top of Rhaenyra, his body between her opened legs, their eyes interlocked with one another. Aegon’s hair dangled forward, but Rhaenyra could still see his blue eyes. She felt the tip of his cock on her clit, and he gently pushed his body forward. He reached below to rub her vulva again, feeling it wetter. Aegon held his cock and rubbed against her pulsating cunt. Rhaenyra placed one hand around Aegon’s back, and the other on his cheek. Aegon’s breath was shaky and quivered as well, he was nervous. His heart was racing, pounding against his chest. Aegon glanced down at his cock and then at Rhaenyra, his eyes instantly conveying to Rhaenyra as if he were seeking permission. Rhaenyra nodded.
Aegon pushed his thick cock inside Rhaenyra, stopping after a couple inches. Rhaenyra continued to stare deeply into Aegon’s eyes, and she gasped softly. She moved one hand from his face to the back of his head, gripping onto his silver hair. Aegon looked down, watching himself thrust into Rhaenyra once more, deeper. He groaned from pleasure and slowly lowered his entire body onto hers. Aegon kissed Rhaenyra passionately, and continued to thrust his hips, sliding his wet cock further into her.
“Yes,” moaned Rhaenyra, clawing her fingernails into Aegon’s back. Aegon panted as he fucked his wife, shaking the couch and causing it to creak slightly.
“Fuck…” groaned Aegon, “You want this cock?” he panted, and Rhaenyra shook her head,
“Fuck me,” she whimpered. She dug her fingers into Aegon’s back again, her legs trembling slightly as Aegon fucked her passionately. He did not thrust too hard like an animal, but thrusted sensually, ensuring he wasn’t hurting her. Aegon kissed Rhaenyra’s neck as he continued to fuck her, his hips moving rhythmically. She spread her legs wider, moving her hands down to his lower back and gripping his buttocks to pull him in deeper. Aegon panted and groaned with pleasure, he did not want to stop, and wanted to go faster.
“Yes, don’t stop.” whispered Rhaenyra in a low moan. Aegon looked into Rhaenyra’s eyes with a primal sense. Rhaenyra focused her gaze as well on Aegon, and he began to thrust harder.
“You want it?” he panted, and Rhaenyra nodded. The sofa began to shake and creak lightly as Aegon fucked her harder, thrusting his entire body against Rhaenyra’s. “I’m close.” Rhaenyra held her arms around Aegon’s back, pulling his torso down onto hers. Aegon buried his face into Rhaenyra’s neck,
“Fucking hell…” he groaned, his thrusts became hard until he finally came inside of her. He panted loudly, and Rhaenyra closed her eyes, moaning with a sense of relief. For a moment, Aegon laid still on Rhaenyra. He then lifted himself up slightly to look into her eyes. Rhaenyra began to caress Aegon’s face, and he did the same with one hand. She wiped away a bead of sweat from his forehead.
…
The Small Council meeting commenced as soon as the Queen arrived, with all its members already waiting at the large table. The members stood as the monarch entered, and then took their seats as soon as the Queen did. Aegon decided to go to take a bath instead of going to the Small Council meeting, but knew Rhaenyra would steer the Small Council into a proper solution to Dorne. As soon as the Queen sat down, she informed the Small Council of what took place at Dorne, and the death of Jacaerys’ dragon, Vermax.
“We’ve never had to consider the crimes for killing a dragon, it is unheard of.” said Lord Tyland Lannister, the newly appointed Master of Ships.
“The burning of the Palace of Sunspear was appropriate, perhaps we should consider an identical approach to the rest of Sunspear,” said Lord Jasper Wylde. There was much reluctance and hesitation to that idea from the rest of the table. Everyone was quiet. They all knew that they needed to respond to this incident with fury and might. They could not let Dorne, or House Martell, get away with a blatant act of war against the Crown.
“Perhaps we make an attempt to capture Qoren Martell, bring him in for questioning.” suggested Lord Jasper.
“That would require a force of soldiers.” noted Alicent Hightower, “We’ve had to cross far too much Dornish territory, either by land or by sea.”
“What does the Dowager Queen suggest?” asked Jasper.
“I have no detailed plan, if that is what you are inquiring about, Lord Jasper.” snapped Alicent.
“Queen Alicent makes a legitimate point,” said Rhaenyra, defending her childhood friend. The two women glanced at one another, with Alicent giving her a look of gratitude, “By land would take far too long, and by sea, we’d encounter the Dornish navy.”
“This speaks towards a full scale invasion, your grace.” said Rhaenys, Hand of the Queen.
“Is that what we must prepare for?” asked Tyland, “Because I fear any chances of dialogue with House Martell has now ceased.”
“What is our alternative?” asked Jasper, “Dragons. Use the might of House Targaryen to subjugate the Martells.”
“Three dragons were not enough, and one was killed.” said Alicent, “Pure force does not always lead to victory.”
“I was fortunate my son was not on dragonback when Vermax was shot down and killed.” reflected Rhaenyra, “But I face a choice of which men to put in danger… my own family of dragonriders… or soldiers of the Realm.”
“Perhaps let us decide what our focus should be on, your grace.” said Alicent, “Whether that is all of Dorne… or just Sunspear and Qoren Martell.”
“We may not need to resort to a full-scale invasion of Dorne,” agreed Rhaenys. Jasper, Tyland, and Beesbury looked at the two women that flanked the Queen. It was as if her true Small Council were just Rhaenys and Alicent. It was a sight to see, there were never this many women on any Small Council, rarely one if ever any.
“Our target must be Qoren Martell,” decided Rhaenyra, “I will not condemn the rest of Dorne into death and destruction by the actions of its ruler.”
“Your grace,” Jasper cleared his throat, “I do urge you to consider rallying support of the other Great Houses in the event that soldiers are needed.” Rhaenyra looked over at Rhaenys, and Rhaenys nodded in agreement.
“Aye, perhaps House Tyrell would be best first, since they are closest to Dorne.” said the Queen, “From Lady Elinor’s last report, she has a standing army of at least sixty thousand men in reserve.”
“I can petition my uncle for further assistance from Oldtown.” added Alicent.
“Perhaps a two-fronted confrontation,” suggested Rhaenys, “a force of men at the Red Mountains along its northern border, and a fleet of dragons… if that is the route you wish to pursue.” Rhaenyra looked at the other men at the table.
“How does the Council feel about Princess’ Rhaenys plan?” she asked.
“I think it is most agreeable and with the most restraint,” said Grand Maester Orwyle, “if we are to prevent a full-scale war.”
“If we are going to pursue intimidation at first,” exhaled Lord Tyland, “I am agreeable as well. Might I suggest we prepare a small fleet of ships as well?”
“I do not see any reason as to not to, that is a fine idea, Lord Tyland.” agreed the Queen, “Any objections?” there was silence at the table. “It is settled then. Grand Maester, send word to Lady Elinor requesting as many troops as possible to rendezvous with a garrison of royal troops in the Reach at Prince’s Pass. I shall discuss with my family which dragons to send.”
…
Aegon entered the Red Keep’s main bathhouse near its mid-levels of Maegor’s Holdfast, wearing a light tunic robe. The bathhouse consisted of a main hot pool, about four meters wide in each direction, radiating with steam from its heat. On the floor below, servants kept a strong fire underneath the pool to keep the water warm. The room was rather secluded and private, there was a colonnade with windows to the left, yet large curtains maintained privacy. The side of the pool where Aegon stood was lined with benches and lounging ottomans. Coming to the bath house was one of Aegon’s favorite methods of winding down, other than having a hefty cup of wine.
Aegon untied the cloth belt that kept his robe closed, exposing his naked body to the warm, humid air. He tossed the robe onto the nearby ottoman and took a deep breath. He felt satisfied with his intimate time with Rhaenyra. He immediately began to picture her breasts and her cunt in his own mind, and remembering how he wanted to fuck her again. He reached down to his cock that was slowly hardening, and he rubbed it gently. Aegon opened his eyes and stepped into the warm water, descending down the stone steps.
The pool was only about a meter deep, and Aegon took a seat on the steps, extending his arms on the ledge and laid his head back. The water was scalding hot, it eased his muscles, loosening his toned arms and lightly formed abs. He closed his eyes again.
“Brother.” Aegon’s eyes shot open and he sighed. It was Aemond. The middle Prince entered the room, also wearing a light robe and stood just a few feet away from his older brother. Aegon opened his eyes and looked at Aemond.
“Come to bathe, I see?”
“Aye.” responded Aemond, and he took off his robe as well, and quickly got into the water. Aegon avoided looking at his naked brother as he entered the water, waiting until his groin was fully submerged. The two brothers sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the steam slowly rise from the still, glass-like, water.
“Do you think we will be sent off soon?” asked Aemond, still looking forward. Aegon glanced at his brother.
“To Dorne? Possibly.” he responded. Aemond nodded his head slowly.
“They should have all cowered at the sight of us,” said Aemond, “especially Vhagar.”
“They’re cunts.” said Aegon bluntly, and he looked at his brother again. Aemond wasn’t amused or showing any emotion. “Is… is everything alright?”
“With what?”
“Well, you. Always off to yourself.” noted Aegon.
“I’ve always been seclusive. Now you are noticing?” Aemond craned his neck to look at his older brother.
“Maybe a wife would do you some wonders, perhaps one of those Baratheon girls. Eh?” Aegon smiled, but yet again, Aemond remained emotionless. “Is it Helaena you want?” asked Aegon in a serious tone. Aemond lowered his head.
“Helaena is betrothed.” muttered Aemond. He started to get out of the water.
“Yes, but I see -”
“See what?” snapped Aemond, staring at his brother as he stood halfway out of the water.
“I see how you look at her,” said Aegon sternly, “she cannot be for you.” Aemond got out of the water and picked up his robe, quickly putting it on and tying the soft belt around his thin waist.
…
Princess Helaena adored spending her free time writing poems and riddles underneath the weirwood tree in the Godswood of the Red Keep. The weirwood tree still had all its leaves, bright red as rubies. She sat on a round rock at the base of the tree, with a small notebook in her hand and ink and a quill. She not only admired the peace and quiet of the Godswood, but also the wafting scent of the salty sea that came over the castle walls.
Jacaerys made his way to the Godswood after the Small Council meeting concluded, pleased to see Helaena sitting at the foot of the tree. Helaena looked up to see Jace approach her, and she gave a sympathetic smile.
“I am terribly sorry about Vermax, Jacaerys. He was a magnificent dragon.” she said kindly. She held her notebook close to her chest.
“Aye, I appreciate that.” Jace nodded his head. He stood with one hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword, looking at Helaena’s notebook, “What are you writing?”
“I was actually drawing and writing.” she said lightheartedly. She lowered her notebook page so Jace could see it. On the left page were four dragon eggs, carefully shaded with graphite pencil as well, and some coloring to each of the eggs. There was a gold, bronze, blue, and black egg on the page. Surrounding the four eggs was a circle with intricate designs. Jace furrowed his brows.
“Dragon eggs?” He stepped closer to Helaena and sat down beside her. He brushed his thigh and his arm against hers. She nodded her head. She covered the page quickly before Jace could read the poem.
“Would you like to ride Dreamfyre with me?” her eyes were wide and innocent. Jace’s lips widened into a smile, he looked down at her lips and then back into her hazel eyes.
“She won’t feast on me, will she?” he asked jokingly. Helaena scoffed,
“Not sure, but she is a good listener!” she jumped up to her feet, closing her notebook, “Let’s go.” she said excitedly.
Prince Jacaerys and Princess Helaena were escorted to the Dragonpit with an entourage of Kingsguard. They rode in a royal carriage, flanked by numerous knights on horses. The ride to the Dragonpit was bumpy but swift. The main roads to the grandiose home of the dragons were always clear, wide, and a direct path from the Red Keep. In the meantime, the dragon-keepers woke Dreamfyre from her slumber, and ushered her out into the main hall of the Dragonpit.
Helaena watched with glee, holding her hands together, as she heard the grumbles and low bellowing of Dreamfyre. Her footsteps were as loud and low as thunder as she slowly made her way up the ramp from the lower levels, into the great hall. Jacaerys stood a few feet behind Helaena, along with a couple other dragon-keepers. He had only seen Dreamfyre from a distance, and never was in her presence. Within moments, Dreamfyre appeared in the light. Her massive head craned low as she jittered curiously, immediately sensing and seeing Helaena. Dreamfyre’s wings scraped against the edges of the ramp tunnel, she would soon be far too large to live in the Dragonpit - after all, she was the third oldest dragon after Vhagar and Vermithor. Dreamfyre’s turquoise blue scales were dull in the dim great hall, her white horns appeared gray, but her sky-blue eyes glistened brightly.
Dreamfyre towered over the dragon-keepers, Helaena, and Jacaerys. The robust dragon lowered her snout to sniff Helaena and nudge her lovingly. Helaena rubbed Dreamfyre’s snout and chin, and the great blue dragon made a deep, pur-like, sound. Helaena looked over her shoulder to Jacaerys, who waited nervously. She gestured for Jacaerys to come forward, and he did so, with caution.
Dreamfyre immediately noticed Jacaerys approaching them, and she lifted her head to get a clearer look at him.
“Lykiri, Dreamfyre.” commanded Helaena with a confident and stern voice, “Mazis embrot.” she ordered Dreamfyre to come down. Jacaerys stood beside Helaena, looking up at the old dragon. Dreamfyre slowly lowered her head, and began to sniff Jacaerys. Her nostrils were enormous, letting out smokey hot air as she exhaled. Helaena took Jacaerys’ hand and held it out with hers. Dreamfyre’s eyes focused on their hands, grumbling with curiosity. Dreamfyre walked forward cautiously, allowing her snout to be touched by Jacaerys. Her scales were smooth, unscathed, and warm like a toasty fire. Jacaerys smiled.
…
“I am fearful of this path, Rhaenys.” said the Queen, as she sat down across from Princess Rhaenys outside on the open balcony of her apartment in the Red Keep. Tea and fruit scones were served to the Queen and the Hand, as the two women wanted to discuss the crisis at hand with Dorne. “I fear putting lives at risk but I fear appearing weak by the Realm.” Rhaenyra wasn’t hungry for any of the scones, and barely drank any of the tea on the small table between them.
“I think a show of force could deter violence.” pondered Rhaenys, “It has been generations since House Targaryen truly stood at the doorstep of House Martell. We must remind them.”
“And who am I to send among us with their dragons?” asked Rhaenyra bluntly. Rhaenys put down her cup of tea.
“I would like to lead the effort, your grace.”
“To go to Sunspear?”
“Yes, and to give House Martell one last chance at surrender,” explained the Hand, “and if they refuse, we lay siege to Sunspear.”
“It would have to be an assault with just our dragons, since our army will be on the other side of Dorne at the Red Mountains.” Rhaenyra exhaled and leaned back on the couch. She looked out at the view from the balcony. She could see the Dragonpit off in the distance, rising high among the thousands of red tile roofed houses and buildings of the city.
“I think it would be most logical to use Vhagar as well,” continued Rhaenys, “perhaps Dreamfyre. With those three, they are the biggest dragons we have.”
“Helaena has no taste for flying off to battle.” sighed Rhaenyra. There was an echoing roar coming from far off in the distance. Rhaenys and Rhaenyra looked at one another and then out from the balcony’s view. Rhaenyra sat up. A great blue beast rose out from the Dragonpit. Dreamfyre.
“What a coincidence…” muttered Rhaenys.
“There also lie the unclaimed dragons at Dragonstone.” noted Rhaenyra, “Vermithor, Silvering, and Seasmoke. They are all formidable, especially Vermithor and Silverwing.”
“Perhaps in time,” considered Rhaenys, “Prince Jacaerys will claim a new dragon.” Rhaenyra nodded subtlety. She could only hope for such a thing to occur. But it had been too soon.
Upon Princess Rhaenys leaving the Queen to herself after tea, the Prince Consort made his way to the apartments. The two passed by one another in the hall, as Rhaenys left, and Aegon arrived. Aegon entered the room, being announced by Ser Harrold.
“Your grace, Prince Aegon.” said Ser Harrold to Rhaenyra, as she was taking a quick gulp of the remainder of her tea. She walked in from the balcony, meeting Aegon in the middle of the room. Aegon was still just wearing his light robe, and Rhaenyra chuckled.
“Where are your clothes?” she asked playfully.
“I just came from the bathhouse… so I do not know, in all honesty.” he said with a shrug. Rhaenyra smiled as she walked into the main living room. She had another cup of tea in her hands,
“Are you thirsty?” she offered.
“Yes, but not for tea.” sighed Aegon, looking around the room for a pitcher of wine. Rhaenyra already knew what he was looking for.
“The handmaidens are fetching a fresh pitcher.” said Rhaenyra, “They just left a little while ago.”
“Ah.” said Aegon, putting his hands on his hips. He watched as Rhaenyra walked into the opened bedroom and take off her shoes with ease. She lifted up her dress slightly to kick off her shoes. He lingered over to the doorway.
“How did Small Council go?” he asked.
“It went well, I believe. We have a plan, mostly.” she responded. He rested his hand on the trim of the doorway, admiring Rhaenyra. She was taking off a large necklace, and turned to look at Aegon. He looked at her hour-glass figure that was accentuated by her fit, red, gown. “We are going to rally troops from the Reach to converge at the Red Mountains, and we will send an assault group of dragons to Sunspear.”
“I will go, and lead the effort.” said Aegon confidently. Rhaenyra scoffed lightly,
“Rhaenys will be leading the effort, since she is most experienced.” Aegon walked into the bedroom, stepping closer to Rhaenyra.
“Then send me with her. I want to finish what I started.” he said in a low voice. Rhaenyra looked up at Aegon. His confidence made her heart skip a beat. She didn’t really expect that from him before.
“The goal is not to burn down Sunspear.” said the Queen softly in a whisper. She caressed Aegon’s face, brushing back some of his hair behind his ear, “We will give House Martell one last chance.”
“They killed your son’s dragon,” exclaimed Aegon furiously, “they should have no more chances.”
“A storm of fire would not only kill Qoren Martell, but far many others.” insisted Rhaenyra.
“Then we destroy his palace.”
“Destroying a castle will not resolve this.” Rhaenyra raised her voice slightly, “The path with the least amount of destruction and death is to get the Martells to bend the knee.” Aegon scoffed and shook his head, pacing around the bed, away from Rhaenyra.
“They will take you for a pushover,” he muttered.
“Is that what you think of me?” she said firmly.
“No, of course not,” stammered Aegon, “I want you to display your strength. Show them that they have evaded our rule for far too long. If House Martell refuses, then House Martell should not be left to govern.” Rhaenyra crossed her arms and turned away from Aegon’s eyes. He had a point. They would be rewarding the Martells for their generations of disobedience by allowing them to continue to rule over Dorne with some autonomy.
Aegon walked back over to Rhaenyra, touching her arms, and then moving his hands down to her waist. He rubbed her lower back, his hands trailing down her buttocks.
“You’ve got pent up energy, I can tell.” whispered Rhaenyra. Aegon inhaled deeply, grabbing Rhaenyra’s buttocks with a firmer grasp. He pulled her in closer, her body touching his.
“You’re all that’s on my mind.” he said quietly. Aegon began to kiss Rhaenyra, on her lips, down her neck, down her chest.
“I don’t want you to get hurt.” she whispered as he continued to lather her in kisses. Aegon stopped and looked at Rhaenyra. The two stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Aegon lifted Rhaenyra’s face up from her chin with a finger, leaning in to kiss her on her lips again.
“I’m a Targaryen,” he whispered confidently, “I am the blood of the dragon.”
“Mount me, then.”
Aegon was quick to pull off Rhaenyra’s dress and take off his own robe. Rhaenyra laid on her back on their large bed, her legs closed. Aegon got on the bed and slowly crawled up onto her, spreading her legs open. His thick seven inch cock was already hard as an iron rod. He kissed Rhaenyra’s abdomen, moving down to her pelvis, and down to her cunt. He licked lightly around the lips, moving inward, and inserting a finger in her. Rhaenyra gasped lightly, and Aegon pushed his tongue in her further, licking inside of her.
Rhaenyra held her hands on the top of Aegon’s head, scruffing his hair as she convulsed in pleasure. Aegon glanced up as he continued to eat her out, seeing her with her mouth gaping open as she gasped in pleasure. He couldn’t wait any more, he was feeling impatient, his cock was throbbing hard, and dripping wet. Aegon propped himself up onto Rhaenyra and held his cock at her hole. He gently pushed his cock inside her and laid his body fully on top of his wife, and Rhaenyra moaned softly and quietly.
Aegon rested his elbow beside Rhaenyra’s head, caressing her hair, and using his other hand to rub her clit as he thrusted in her. He was quick to fucking her with a fast rhythm, sliding in and out of her with ease. Rhaenyra kissed Aegon passionately, wrapping her arms around his back and neck.
“Yes,” she moaned, “yes, yes, harder.” Aegon refrained from kissing Rhaenyra to get a better look at her, propping up a few inches. He looked deeply into her eyes, breathing heavily as he fucked her.
“Do you like that cock?” groaned Aegon sensually in Rhaenyra’s ear.
“Yes…” she exhaled deeply. Aegon sat straight up, putting his hands at Rhaenyra’s hips, thrusting in her harder as he sat on his knees. He pressed his lips together as he kept on pounding her, getting closer and closer.
“Almost… I’m close…” he panted.
“Give it to me.” she begged, “Don’t stop…” Aegon’s jaw dropped as he came inside her, groaning loudly and giving a couple last hard thrusts into her. Aegon then collapsed onto Rhaenyra, and she ran her fingers down his back. The two exhaled with pleasure and relief. She looked into Aegon’s eyes longingly. Aegon began to smile, and kissed Rhaenyra once more. Aegon brushed aside some of Rhaenyra’s hair. They did not break eye contact with one another. It was as if the two were in a trance.
“Do you love me?” whispered Aegon curiously. Rhaenyra’s eyes glistened, she was slightly taken aback. She could feel Aegon’s heart racing against her own chest as he still lied on top of her.
“I do,” she admitted, caressing his face once again. Aegon adored the soft and warm touch of Rhaenyra’s hand on his cheek. It was comforting, it was soothing. “Do you love me?” she asked him. Aegon shook his head,
“I do. I - I love you.” he laid his head down on Rhaenyra’s chest, and she rubbed his head.
…
Helaena could not contain her grin of joy and excitement as she rode aback of Dreamfyre, with Jacaerys holding on right behind. Jacaerys held his hands around Helaena’s waist, and he was also buckled into the saddle for extra precaution. Helaena’s hair was braided into a round bun on the back of her neck, and luckily so, as it would have blinded Jace from the strong winds of flight. The wind tugged hard at Jacaerys’ hair, he was shocked by Dreamfyre’s speed given her enormous size.
The two Targaryens flew over King’s Landing, crossing over the center of the city, flying towards the Red Keep. Dreamfyre let out a deep roar into the sky, dipping downward. Helaena began to laugh with content, but Jace held on tighter to Helaena. They seared through white puffy clouds, coming upon the red roofed homes of the city. Dreamfyre glided upward just a dozen meters above the cityscape. A cloud of dust and sand kicked up from her wake, trailing behind the dragon’s long fin-like tail. The beat of Dreamfyre’s wings were loud and bellowing, echoing across the entire city. The blue dragon flew over the Red Keep, soaring past a fleeting flock of seagulls that cried out in fear. The two Targaryens were heading to Blackwater Bay.
“What is that?” asked Jacaerys, leaning against Helaena’s back.
“What?” she called back to him.
“There, on the horizon.” he pointed quickly, but was afraid of losing his grip and falling. Helaena looked forward to the cloudy horizon. “A dragon.” noted Jacaerys. And a dragon it was. Helaena could now see it was a large dragon, but she could only see its silhouette from their distance. The dragon’s wings flapped slowly, and both Helaena and Jacaerys realized it had to be a massive dragon… and an old one.