The Day Before Departure (R-18)

[WARNING: Explicit Sexual Content Ahead! You have been warned!]

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 14 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Dorne, The Water Gardens, Westeros)~~~

~~~(Date: 298 AC)~~~

The warm and relaxing waters of The Water Gardens have been a lovely experience. Dany, Alysanne, and I have spent the last 2 weeks enjoying our stay here. Rhaenys, Vaelor, Raevor, and Rhaegal are flying above. When they're not, they're resting in a designated area the Martells have given us.

Dany and I are in our bedroom at the moment. Alysanne is in Dany's arms, and I'm reading the book in my hands aloud for both of them to hear. Alysanne is far too young to understand. But I love reading to my daughter and Dany.

"The Red Mountains have been the center of conflict for as long as people have been in Westeros. The only ways through the treacherous peaks are The Prince's Pass and The Boneway."

What I'm currently reading isn't what you'd call an imaginative tale of adventure. It helps teach me about Dorne. Subjects I didn't learn with Mazzi Mero and Dany.

"The Stormlanders and The Dornish have a long and hard history together regarding conflicts on or around The Red Mountains. Such events in history have led to the name The Dornish Marches."

There aren't many things that make my heart swell with joy. But lifting my eyes from the book to see Dany nearly falling asleep with Alysanne in her arms causes that joy to fill me. I set the book down and make my way over to the bed.

When I sit down, Dany leans her head on my shoulder with a smile. She finished feeding Alysanne a few minutes ago. She's probably tired too. It's later in the evening, and we've been going to bed early.

"You know when we leave tomorrow. The Riverlands and the North won't be as comfortable as this. I'm worried Alysanne isn't strong enough for the cold yet. She's only known the heat her whole life."

Danys concerns about Alysanne are valid. She was born in Essos, a warm and arid land. The North and Riverlands get cold. Summer is ending soon, and the temperatures are going to drop.

"We've packed clothes appropriate for the trip. Oberyn has already arranged clothes made for the climate up North. I'm worried about her adjusting to the cold as much as you. But we won't be there as long as we've been here."

It's hard to leave Dorne since it's so familiar to us. There is a lot of Essos here. Dany and I are used to Essos.

"When should we leave tomorrow?"

I can hear the solemn sound in her voice. She doesn't want to leave The Water Gardens. This place is a little slice of paradise. Something I wish we got more of.

"A little after we wake up. Dorne has been safe for us. Once we cross The Red Mountains, we'll be in more danger. It'd be wise if we stick close to our dragons."

We've come to trust House Martell. I consider this a safe place for us. Somewhere we don't have to watch out for assassins and enemies every passing moment.

"When we regain The Iron Throne, we'll have to come back here."

I'd love that very much.

~~~(POV: Oberyn Martell)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 41 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Dorne, Sunspear, Westeros)~~~

~~~(Date: 298 AC)~~~

Doran and I are sitting in his office. Looking at the painting of Elia. She meant a lot to both of us. She was strong, confident, and caring. If she didn't marry Rhaegar Targaryen, she'd have continued her life of fighting and adventures.

"I miss her every day..."

When I heard of her death... How she died... I lost it... Never in my life had I been so driven by my rage. It took Doran everything he had to stop me from going to Kings Landing myself and killing as many Lannisters as possible before dying too.

"The offer Raenon has given us more than meets my desires, Oberyn. It's hard to sit in this wheelchair and remember. Not being able to do anything. He's promised us something worth more than gold. More than a marriage alliance."

His Gout is acting up again. So, he's bound to the chair again. Hopefully, it will not be long this time.

Raenon played his pieces well. He knew exactly what we wanted. Offering it up on a silver platter.

"He'll need troops. Not just ours. When he leaves for Essos, I want you to help him. He'll need someone like you."

Raenon plans to take The Unsullied from Slavers Bay. He's got our allegiance. Tomorrow, he'll be leaving with his sister and daughter. I'd help him with the North and the Riverlands too. But I can't keep up with dragons. No one can.

"I'll sail for Volantis. After I reach Essos, I'll travel by land to Slavers Bay. Once he's done in Westeros, I'll already be waiting for him there. Since they're leaving tomorrow, I'll leave tonight."

I'm eager for the moment Gregor Clegane and Tywin Lannister are at my feet. Doran will want to be there for that moment too. All of House Martell will want to be there.

~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 14 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Dorne, The Water Gardens, Westeros)~~~

~~~(Date: 298 AC)~~~

Night has fallen, and Alysanne is asleep in her crib across the room. Tomorrow we're leaving for the North. Since we have one night left at The Water Gardens, we're making the most of our time.

"You're so warm..."

He whispers into my ear from behind. My hips are in the air, and my chest is in the sheets. A pillow covers the lower half of my face so my sounds of pleasure don't disturb Alysanne. If one were to describe what I look like.

They'd say I look to be a bitch in heat.

He's halfway in and is continuing the steady pressure to go deeper. His size makes this better for us. For me.

Being as big as he is, it's helping bring pleasure. I was worried after Alysanne's birth.

Any woman knows that worry. Not bringing as much pleasure to their partner. It becomes looser. I'm no exception.

Those thoughts are destroyed as Rae throws his hips into my raised ones. The action causes a loud slap. He stays buried, and I feel the head of his manhood in the same place where he unloaded to give me Alysanne.

It's a feeling that causes shivers to run through my body.

"Hmmmm..."

All I can do is let out an enfeebled moan into the pillow. He slowly pulls out and repeats the motion. The pleasure pushes all my worries away. Rae doesn't let up. The clashing of his hip to my cheeks causes a familiar and overpowering feeling to wash over my body.

Starting from my womanhood.

I can't stop shaking my legs. It's making it harder for him to continue his wonderful movements. Rae does what he always does. Comes up with an answer.

"We can't have that..."

He leans forward, and I feel his forming muscles on my back as he uses his legs to stop mine from shaking. Mounting me like I'm an animal.

We are animals. We're dragons.

His quick thinking solves the shaking of my body. But I'm still drowning in pleasure. The new position gives him leverage over me. So much it causes him to sink deeper in.

"Mmmmm!"

The pillow mostly stops the shameful moan that leaves my mouth. But, for a split second, we both stop and look toward the crib. After a moment, we hear nothing, and he continues right where we stopped.

The pace quickens, and I feel him growing in size. Being as big as he is. My looseness almost goes unnoticed. He may not notice it, but I do. I'll never ask him. Some things are better left unsaid.

After a final thrust with this amazing depth, the tip of his manhood heats up, and hot streams of his seed fill my womb.

"FUAAAAHHHH!"

My head lifts from the pillow as I let out a sound only Rae will ever hear.

The mixture of the love of my life breeding me, the ecstasy of him filling me, and the pleasure rocking through my body nearly knock me unconscious.

"Shiiiiit..."

A growl of pleasure comes from Rae as his seed heat my core. The final pulses of his manhood send waves of pleasure up and down my body. He slowly pulls out, and lets go of my hips. Deep breaths are coming from both of us.

He moves his body, and that allows my body to fall to the sheets. No longer is my rear end in the air like some bitch. I look over to the crib as I lay on my side. I still feel the distinctive heat of his seed in my core.

A mixture of shame, arousal, and satisfaction takes me over. Shame that I was in such a state with my infant daughter sleeping in her crib across the room. Arousal that such an act was committed with no issues. Satisfaction from sharing in love with Rae.

The man that's given me my daughter lands next to me. Blocking my view of the crib. His eyes look heavy, and his smile is like mine. We're both exhausted after that.

Another child might result from this. But we're not new parents.

"When we wake up... Let's take a bath... All of us..."

I want to smell good before we leave tomorrow. Ellaria will want to say goodbye before we leave. Doran and Oberyn are in Sunspear at the moment. We won't see them again until we bring our armies to Westeros.

"Alysanne does like the water... It's always amazing watching her splash around and laugh... She's already almost a year old. Our own birthdays are a couple of weeks from now..."

Rae and I will be turning 15 soon. Time has flown by since we reunited. It's been nothing but fun. But I know that will not last.