113 R18

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207 AC

Kingslanding

Daeron Targaryen

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Strange.

I keep having this strange dream.

I don't understand it at all.

Standing up from my bed I shake my head feeling a bit nervous and confused, quickly I approach a window and look out across the city.

The Great Sept of Baelor still stands...

Why do I keep dreaming about it burning?

Very familiar dragons swoop down and burn it, leaving nothing but a large melted structure.

Red Priests pray at the base of the flames and the common folk seem to be going crazy.

Why burn the Great Sept?

I can't understand the motive.

Did something happen?

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Aerion Targaryen

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"I have no idea how Aegon the Conqueror could have ignored this fine piece of ass in favor of the rather thin Rhaenys." I shake my head looking at the 'dream' version of Visenya the Conqueror.

"You do know that if he did visit Visenya more then it's likely the 'line' we are of would have never been born... right?" Shiera speaks up while waving a hand in front of Visenya's face. "It's strange to be able to see them and listen to their conversations without them being able to see us." Shiera shakes her head and approaches me with a downright seductive walk that I roll my eyes at.

They call me the lustful one.

"If we never were born because Visenya got the dicking she deserved then so be it." Shiera scoffs. "If I knew how I would give it to her myself..." Visenya has a 'harsh' exterior that crumbles once she is alone, to me she just seems... defensive?

I don't know how to word it.

She does not seem to love Aegon, it's more of a duty thing for her from what I have seen during my 'spying'. But she also does not take anyone into her bedroom just for fun either, she seemingly prefers to be alone.

I can respect that.

But I also think the root of the 'problem' comes from Aegon likely not giving her a good time in bed and that has led to her not caring about sex.

Maybe.

If I ever get the chance to talk to her I will ask directly.

Maybe after I do something about the Valyrian Gods I can find her 'soul' or something?

"If I get the chance I plan to gather all of our ancestors... at least the ones who have lived after the Doom." A few from before the Doom as well, like Daenys the Dreamer and her immediate family.

"I am sure they will experience quite a shock learning their descendent became a God." I nod in agreement while imagining how someone like Baelor the Blessed would react to my Godhood.

Hmm.

I also want to talk to Alysanne the Good Queen.

She is the current leading Targaryen female for the most births... I want to see what that was all about.

I don't plan to bone her... maybe?

I think I just want to see if it was a Duty to her House thing or if she had a Pregnancy kink or something.

"Want to bend me over Queen Visenya's desk while she works away at paperwork?" Shiera huskily whispers in my ear sending a shiver down my back.

"Of course I do." I wrap an arm around Shiera and pick her up earning a giggle from the succubus as she looks up at me with shimmering eyes.

Her mismatched eyes have gone from 'beautiful' to 'breathtaking' after her transformation, not even taking into account the rest of her physical appearance which also 'improved'.

It's hard to improve a masterpiece.

But that's what I did.

Gently laying Shiera across the desk with her head set down right in the way of Visenya and a slip of paper the Queen is reading I smile. Placing my hand over Shiera's stomach the silver dress she was wearing ignites and burns away revealing her flawless body. Her large breasts hardly move despite being set 'free' and I once more thank R'hllor for what he has done as I lean over the desk and my Wife to taste one of her pink nipples.

"Uh!" Shiera wraps her legs around me lifting her perky fat ass off the desk in the process which stops me from being able to drop my pants.

Oh well.

My own clothes burst into flames and leave me exposed which causes my length that was tucked into a pant leg to spring upwards and slap against the doughy ass of my Wife.

"This feels weird... she is looking at me but can't see me..." Shiera mutters as she starts rocking her hips against me smearing her hot 'lube' against my Valyrian steel hard body.

"You love being watched." I dryly respond as I break the seal I had on her left nip and lower my head to take the right one so 'it' won't feel left out.

"Liar!" Shiera clenches her deceptively powerful thighs before letting out a hot breath as I lash her nipple with my tongue causing it to harden. "Alright... maybe a little." She runs a hand through my hair before clenching a handful of it into a fist.

Lowering both hands to her smooth hips I squeeze them a few times which wordlessly signals her to stop holding herself against me. Her body drops a few inches as she was clung tight to my bent-over body which causes her ass to clap against the hard Ivory of the Queen's desk. Lifting my head after pressing one last kiss on her sweet chest I grin as I stand up straight and adjust myself by pulling my hips back to line up my tip with her dripping hole.

"Ram it i-" Thrusting my hips forward silencing my impatient Wife I catch the tantalizing sight of a pair of mismatched eyes rolling up for a moment before she recovers and gives me a heated look.

"Fuck your tight." I grunt as her 'enhanced' cunt does its best to squeeze my cock flat.

"You-" I thrust forward into a sinfully hot wet hole that sends a jolt of pleasure up my spine. "-keep talking about-" Sliding almost fully out I drag my Wife across the desk until her ass is fully hanging off and I am supporting her with my arms hugging her legs. "-bigger asses and tits-" Slamming back into her vice-like grip I clench my teeth almost painfully as I hilt myself into her and my balls slap against her rear. "-but your cock definitely got big-" Feeling a bit of exasperation well up inside of me at her continued attempts to talk I feel spurred on to silence her.

The best way?

Take her breath away.

She can't use her lungs to speak if she is too busy moaning my name.

"Uhh!" Shiera grunts as I start picking up the pace slamming our lower bodies together which fills the once silent room with an abundance of loud wet clapping.

That's better.

I grin as I slightly spread her legs just enough so I can watch her expressions as I rail into her, seeing her massive breasts jolt around is a nice added bonus. But my grin freezes and I almost stop my rapid hip movements as I lock eyes with Visenya who just happens to be looking directly into my eyes. A shiver runs down my back and my knees weaken as the mental image of fucking the Conqueror's older Sister almost makes me seed my Wife far sooner than normal.

"Fasterrrr." Shiera exhales and I once more pick up the pace while holding the Queen's gaze.

Yep.

That is a goal I will most certainly check off my 'list' in due time.

I will have Visenya Targaryen on a desk just like this.

It's only a matter of time.

"Aerion!" Shaking off the lustful plans for the future I focus on something far more important as I break eye contact with the clueless Queen and instead look down at my Wife as she grabs both of her breasts and squeezes them together.

This would make a nice painting.