Chapter 53: Daenerys Targaryen + Rhaella Targaryen
After his victory over the Targaryen forces, Robert had decided to
claim the ancient seat of House Hoare in the Crown's name after
House Whent, the last noble family to claim dominion over the
cursed castle met its end with the death of Lady Whent, who had
perished from old age and illness.
The monarch of the Seven Kingdoms had decided to turn the
charred ruin into his new house of pleasure and had summoned
builders and craftsmen from all across the world to realize his vision.
Renovations and repairs had only begun when they received word of
the Others march upon the Wall, but due to the negligible losses
suffered in the battle with the dragons and the recent induction of the
Dragon Queen's armies into their own ranks, the King did not need
to reduce the labour force working on the castle to strength his
armies as they marched off to war.
After several moons of hard work and planning, the King's pleasure
palace was finally complete and thus Robert along with a number of
his favourite concubines departed for the Riverlands upon
dragonback, while most of the court and others made their journey to
Harrenhal by road.
"Anything of note, Sansa?" Arianne asked the beautiful red-head,
while sipping on her goblet of sweet Dornish red, as the two of them
along with a number of King's chief mistresses were lounging about
within the richly furnished gathering chamber of the recently
renovated castle.
"Oh, nothing of great import, Ari. Lady Greyjoy announces the birth
of her firstborn child," the King's good-daughter replied with a smile.
"A daughter named Alaynns, in honour of her late mother."
"The latest child born of our glorious ruler's seed, lovely," the
Princess of Dorne commented, raising her goblet in toast. A gesture
that was returned by the other women present.
"Aye, but not for much long. I expect Lady Talisa and Lady Margaery
are due to give birth soon as well," Catelyn Stark chimed in.
"True…. And if the sounds coming from the adjoining bedchamber
are any indication, then those babes will soon receive a blessed halfsibling in the coming moons as well," Lady Roslin Tully nee Frey
quipped and the women let out a collective chuckle.
"Oh my, his grace is certainly putting the Targaryen wench through
the paces," Ellaria Sand stated saucily and licked her lips sensually.
Robert grabbed Daenerys and fucked her mouth so hard. The silverhaired beauty pushed her lips down onto his cock, while the powerful
thrusts from the King's cock driving down into the back of her throat,
caused her to moan out loud.
"You can't help and want my cum down your throat," Robert said
gruffly. "The last Targaryen and so-called Mother of dragons reduced
to yet another mewling cock whore for me."
Robert slapped his cock around Daenerys's face after he pulled out.
He picked her up and grabbed her by her silver locks roughly, before
throwing her down onto the bed. He grabbed the side of her head
and mounted her mouth, throat-fucking Daenerys even harder than
before into the bed.
Oh, Daenerys's eyes watered from all of the points which his thick,
juicy balls slapped down onto her jaw. It seemed like a lifetime ago
when being violated in such a brutish, callous way would have
angered Daenerys greatly. But just as she had learned to find love
with Drogo during their awful couplings, the Targaryen maiden had
done so with the mighty King Robert. Though both Drogo and Robert
were large men, both in terms of size and power, there was an odd
thrill and pleasure that the breaker of Chains had discovered in the
Westerosi King's bed which no other had ever been able to provide
her. So, she groped his balls and gave them another subtle squeeze.
"Not yet."
Robert said before pulling back and laying himself on top of
Daenerys. He squeezed her breasts and this sent electricity through
her body. Daenerys spread her legs, ready to take him, no matter
what the cost.
A small smile spread over the Stag King's face. Oh, he could sense
her arousal. The pleasure coursed through Daenerys's wet pussy as
Robert edged his finger, one, two, three, down into Daenerys's tight,
juicy canal. She squeezed him so hard it almost felt very intense
when Robert rocked inside of her body with a furious series of finger
thrusts which drove her completely mad.
"I'll give you my cock, if you beg for it," Robert said huskily.
"PLEASE! TAKE ME!"
Daenerys cried out as she trembled underneath his hands. Robert
cupped her breasts and then leaned down to spread her legs. He
munched on her wet pussy and got Daenerys thrashing up and down
on the bed. Robert came up and sucked the honey into his mouth.
He spread Daenerys's legs and mounted her. He looked her straight
into the eyes and made Daenerys tremble.
"You had no choice, but to accept me as the only man who can
make you feel like this. And you know it, no other man can," Robert
told her. "Admit it, you love being my whore."
Daenerys knew every word from the King's lips held truth in it and so
she closed her eyes, nodding her head in agreement. Her eyes
shifted back the second Robert pushed his massive member into
her. Oh, god, her body stretched, contorted, and just felt a filling of
his cock into her. Inch by inch, the Baratheon conqueror filled her up,
slapping his balls down onto her thighs. Daenerys clutched around
him and moaned the deeper that he pushed his impressive length
down into her warm canal.
The heat which pumped through her body, as he vigorously pounded
his cock into her, sent Daenerys into an endless wave of pleasure.
No matter how many times he struck her thighs with his swinging
balls, Daenerys craved it more.
"Taste how much you want this," Robert grunted after pulling out of
her.
He slid his cock down into Daenerys's mouth and she slurped it off.
Her own arousal that had completely soaked Robert's manhood with
her juices, made Daenerys hotter than ever before as she drained
the sweet essence off of the King's cock. It was a feeling that could
not be described easily.
Robert pulled all the way out of Daenerys and situated her down on
the edge of the bed. She hung herself over the strewn pillows, thighs
spread and ready to be fucked. Robert leaned into her and brushed
his fingers against her body. He kissed Daenerys several times,
making her just heat up with pleasure.
"I want you," Daenerys breathed.
"Mmmm? What was that, dragon whore?" Robert inquired teasingly.
"I SAID I WANT YOU TO FUCK AND BREED ME WITH YOUR
DEMON COCK!" Daenerys yelled in response.
A small grin passed over Robert's face as he dragged his fingers
against her nipples, tightening and pinching around them. Robert
rubbed his cock down against her hot opening as the Targaryen
harlot spread her thighs for him.
"This is perfect," Robert breathed, while pushing all the way into her
body. "You're ready for me."
Robert pushed back inside of her, and this time he was inside of
Daenerys 'Stormborn' Targaryen for the long ride.
"Your mother had screamed just like this," Robert breathed. "She
was a proud Dragon bitch too, but I made her submit to my cock just
like every other woman."
A tighter clutch formed around Robert's cock when he finished the
statement. Oh, the thought of hearing of the King's conquests which
apparently included her late queenly mother, just brought Daenerys's
body up to a boiling point. He leaned towards her and slapped his
balls down onto her.
"I'm the man who can turn even the most proud and proper woman
into a wanton harlot," Robert said. "Besides honor, fidelity and
morality are nothing more than useless restraints on our desires."
Daenerys's body turned into jelly the faster that Robert plunged into
her from behind. No matter how many times his meaty cock speared
into her body, Daenerys could feel herself at the edge, being driven
down completely into the bed. Oh, it felt very good, to be fucked into
a stupor by the Demon of the Trident.
"Am I right?" Robert asked.
"YES!" Dany answered loudly.
The lack of hesitation in her voice told Robert that the last Targaryen
had truly turned submissive completely, both physically and mentally.
He rewarded her with a deep, fast, and hard fuck-session to pound
into her body. Robert's fingers danced down onto Daenerys's body
and pulled her up. He squeezed her breasts and moaned her.
"You might be disappointed to learn that I won't impregnate you,"
Robert said. "At least not tonight."
Oh, Daenerys found disappointment well up in her body. Obviously,
a man of the King's power and stature could choose whether or not
to impregnate his conquests.
"But, rest assured, if you continue to serve me with such vigor and
passion, it won't be long before I put a Stag in your belly," Robert
added after sensing his bedmate's fleeting enthusiasm.
Daenerys found herself light up, with both the words and as Robert
pushed down into her. His balls were full and about ready to burst
inside of her. Oh, she knew, and the lust increased through her body.
Those thick juicy balls slapped down against her thighs, as Robert
speared her. Her insides just called for him, called for Robert to plant
his seed into her body. The dark-haired King pulled back and rode
her, almost pushing Daenerys over the bed.
"OOOHHH… AGHHH…. FUCK! FUCK!"
The Mother of Dragons moaned frantically as her body craved
release from her master and King. Robert pushed down into her
body with his balls slapping down onto her body the faster that he
rocked her. He was about ready to cum and she came along with
him one more time.
"EGHH…. TAKE IT! DRAGON WHORE!" Robert exclaimed his
release. "Nothing like the seed and essence of a true Storm King."
He launched his warm, sticky load down into Daenerys's pussy. Her
walls clutched him hard the faster that Robert drained his balls into
her body. Oh, yes, it felt amazing, beyond so to feel her insides just
clamp down onto him as Robert launched blast after blast of his
warm seed into her body and filled her up.
"Perhaps next time, I'll allow my divine seed to take root," Robert
said to her as he wiped beads of sweat from his face and flicked
them down onto Daenerys's exhausted face.
Robert then pulled her into his arms and kissed her. A skilful hand
cupped her ass as Robert teased her and edged closer to her. She
still had one more round left in her and Daenerys Targaryen
hungered for Robert to fuck her until she could barely remember her
own name.
Robert smiled and sensed the arousal of his pet and was more than
happy to grant her request.
After another round of mind-blowing fucking, Robert found himself
lounging in one of the cushioned chairs of the bedchambers while a
naked, sweaty and tired Daenerys lazed about on the bed.
"Your grace, if you would be kind enough to allow this lowly whore to
inquire, I would be keen to hear about my lady mother's relationship
with you," Dany inquired in a respectful and submissive tone, to
which Robert responded with a sigh.
"Ah yes, Rhaella Targaryen, now there was a truly complicated
woman," Robert stated as his thoughts travelled back to days past.
"Most of the realm saw her as weak and gentle Queen who was left
at the mercy of her cruel husband."
"But the creatures that seem the most docile are often the ones that
possess a great deal of wildness within them," Robert said to
Daenerys and began to narrate his past tryst with the Mad King's
wife.
Flashback
During one of Robert's trips to his home in the Stormlands while
fostering at the Eyrie, the freshly knighted Baratheon lord had made
a stop in King's Landing to visit his royal relations. Back then, Aerys's
bouts of erratic behaviour had been manageable and with the birth of
Prince Viserys a few years prior, the royal court was experiencing a
time of relative stability and peace.
After paying his formal respects to the King, Robert had been invited
to dine with the King and Queen that evening. Robert later learned
that his cousin, Prince Rhaegar had travelled to Dorne to discuss a
proposed match with Princess Elia Martell.
At dinner, while Queen Rhaella tried to engage in conversation with
Robert, inquiring about his fostering and his recent knighthood,
Aerys chose to keep to himself and shunned every overture made by
both Robert and his wife to bring him into the conversation.
"I've had my fill and will retire," Aerys announced gruffly. "Do not
disturb me, wife. I wish to be alone tonight. Safe travels Lord
Baratheon, I take it that you will be leaving on the morrow."
With those words, the mentally disturbed monarch left Robert and
Rhaella alone in the dining chambers and an uncomfortable silence
filled the room. Once the meal was done, Robert returned to his
guest chambers within Maegor's holdfast. Normally, this section of
the Red Keep was reserved for members of the royal family. But
given Robert's kinship with the Targaryens and his status as Lord
Parmount of the Stormlands, he had been afforded an
accommodation with the famed apartments.
As the young knight was readying himself for bed, a voice called out
to him, startling him and he reached for his weapon, only to stop a
moment later after the intruder revealed their identity.
There dressed in a rich, dark cloak adorned with a hood was none
other than Rhaella Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
"I apologize for startling you, Robert," the Queen stated calmly, with
a slight blush coloring her features as she took in the sight of a barechested Robert Baratheon. "But I was hoping we could continue our
riveting conversation from dinner. My royal husband's abrupt and
brisk departure had soured the mood then and I thought we could
pick it back up now."
"That is, if you have no objection?" Rhaella inquired with a
suggestive glint in her eyes.
The young Stormlord's instincts and experience told him that
conversation was not the true purpose behind the Queen's visit.
Even at dinner, Robert had picked up subtle gestures and signals
from Rhaella that indicated her interest in him extended far beyond
familial ties and social norms.
"Forgive my bluntness, your grace. But I would appreciate if you
would speak plainly," Robert said in a matter-of-fact tone. Normally,
he enjoyed the dance of seduction but the woman before him was no
common harlot, merchant's wife or even noble woman. She was the
Queen of Westeros and wife to a King who was prone to bouts of
paranoia and irrational behavior.
"Very well, Robert. I appreciate your candor," the Queen replied and
confirmed Robert's suspicions as to her sudden appearance in his
bedchamber at this late hour.
The wife of Aerys Targaryen explained of how she made use of one
of the secret passages within the Red Keep to enter Robert's rooms
while avoiding detection. And then proceeded to speak on the sorry
state of her marriage and Aerys's cruelty and infidelity.
"You heard him. He does not wish for my company, which usually
means that he is taking his pleasure with some other maid who has
had the misfortune of catching his eye," Rhaella said lamentingly.
"Though if I'm honest, such nights are a blessing for me."
"And if you are willing then the boon of tonight will increase several
folds," she added slyly. "I would also ask that we dispense with the
back-and-forth banter of you debating my proposition. After all, I
know for a fact that wives of High lords are among your favored
conquests."
Shock and fear washed over Robert's features as the Queen told
him that she was aware of his dalliance with Lady Joanna Lannister,
during the tourney held for Prince Viserys's birth. It seemed that
Varys was not the only one with eyes and ears all over Westeros.
"Bedding the lion's wife. Oh my, Robert, you are indeed a bold man
and a lucky one to have managed to keep this transgression hidden
from Tywin's eyes," Rhaella said, amusement coloring her voice. "Or
perhaps, just foolish and reckless."
Before Robert could voice a protest or explanation, the She-Dragon
silenced him with a shushing gesture and assured him that she had
no intention of bringing his indiscretions to light. That is if he was
willing to commit one more trespass.
"Come now, Robert. Don't tell me that you are not excited at the
prospect of bedding the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms," Rhaella
said enticingly as she undid the fasts of her cloak seductively. "And I
refuse to believe that Joanna is more appealing to a virile young lord
like you than myself."
Any sliver of doubt or hesitation that Robert had within him about
accepting the dangerous but very appealing proposal of the Queen,
was extinguished the moment the cloak slipped off her person to
reveal her perfect and glorious nude form. Age and multiple
miscarriages had not been able to dull the incandescent beauty of
Old Valyria that Rhaella Targaryen had been blessed with.
"Not at all, my Queen. Your beauty is as radiant as the sun itself,"
Robert answered, his nether regions stirred to life at the tantalizing
sight before him. "It would be both an honor and pleasure to be of
service to you."
"Very well. Then, you will know the pleasure that only a King is
privileged to," Rhaella said and moved towards him. "Tonight, you
are the King, Robert."
All of Robert Baratheon's past conquests including the Lioness of the
Rock seemed pale in comparison to the beautiful Valyrian goddess
bouncing up and down on his lap and slamming his hard cock into
her body. Until this moment, his passionate romp with Tywin
Lannister's wife held the position of his greatest carnal triumph. His
brilliant performance in the melee had impressed many a maiden,
and the Old Lion's wife was among that number. Her scandalous and
dangerous invitation for a secret rendezvous in the bowels of
Casterly Rock was one of the most riveting experiences of Robert's
life. That is until this moment, bedding the Queen in the King's castle
certainly topped his list now.
The sight of Rhaella Targaryen and her glorious body bouncing up
and down on his cock, had most definitely claimed the honour of
Robert's ultimate triumph. The rumors about the King's mental state
must be true, only a madman would ignore this silver beauty in
favour of some common wench. Well, King Aerys's loss was now his
gain. Robert leaned in and squeezed Rhaella's bouncing breasts,
making her cry out in pleasure.
"It's almost as if you have never been properly pleased before,"
Robert commented.
Rhaella closed her eyes and could not believe how wonderful this
felt. Robert's monstrous cock pushed down into her.
She had not always hated Aerys, he was not a bad person or
husband. Ever since their father forced both her and Aerys into
marriage, Rhaella had grown accustomed to her brother-husband's
lack of attention. But as time passed and Aerys focused his sights of
other noblewomen of court, especially her former dear friend, Lady
Joanna Lannister, the Queen's frustration slowly transformed into
spite and bitterness. Not just towards her King but also at the proud
whores who claimed his attentions.
When she had learned about Joanna's indiscretion with the young
Baratheon, Rhaella had come up with a way to soothe her own pentup rage. At first, the Queen thought of exposing her former best
friend's dalliance to both Aerys and her proud lion of a husband. But
then decided against it, when Rhaegar shared his concerns about
Aerys's deteriorating behaviour. Her astute mind told her that if
things continued to progress in this manner, then there would come
a time when both she and Rhaegar would have need of powerful
allies to deal with Aerys. And Joanna and Robert's dirty little secret
would be a useful card for future negotiations.
However, that did not mean that Rhaella could not leverage it to
make her own in-roads with the young Stag in order to soften him up
for future alliances. Not to mention, alleviate her own stress and
tension.
"Oh… you're incredible," Rhaella moaned sensually as Robert gave
the neglected Queen all of the attention that she required and
thirsted for.
"Only the best for my Queen," Robert responded.
"And only the best for my King," Rhaella commented between
moans.
Robert leaned deep inside of Rhaella and pushed into the wet folds
of her womanhood. And then he leaned down into her and tweaked
her breasts.
"No need to praise my bedroom skills," Robert commented. "I will
just let your pleasure speak louder than any words."
Rhaella looked straight into Robert's handsome and perfectly
chiselled face. Say what you will about the Storm lands, they
certainly produced men who embodied the spirit of handsome
warrior knights. Oh, those stormy blue orbs that contained fury of
mischievous within them drove Rhaella crazy and she leaned in and
kissed Robert madly. Her breasts pressed against Robert's muscular
chest when she pushed down into him. Robert brushed a hand down
her body and ensured that Rhaella came for him extremely hard.
The very instant Robert's hand traveled to Rhaella's rear end, she
tightened around him. Robert made note of this reaction, but left her
ass and touched her legs. Within no time, he learned how to
stimulate all of the perfect areas on his Queen's body.
A small part of Rhaella screamed at herself for enjoying this so
much. She was here to seduce the Storm Lord, not become
ensnared by him. Yet, that is what was happening and she shut out
the chiding inner voice of her mind by focussing on her passionate
moans. Robert knew how to touch her in all of the right places and
make her climax. Rhaella's resolve weakened and she knew that
she would not be able to look at Robert in the same way again, not
without her pussy feeling the need to be filled by him.
"A change of venues might be refreshing, my Queen."
Robert whispered and pushed Rhaella down onto the edge of the
bed and planted kisses down her succulent body. Every inch of the
Targaryen matriarch was ravished by Robert's touches and kisses.
He ground his throbbing hard cock against Rhaella's thighs, leaning
down into her. Robert pushed down into Rhaella and made her
realize that she was on the precipice of true carnal release.
"Well," Robert said, wanting to hear the words from the Queen's
luscious lips.
"FUCK ME!" she screamed out.
"As you wish."
Robert replied and buried himself down into Rhaella's hot cunt from
behind. Her inner walls pushed down into him. Robert embraced his
lover from behind and ensured that she would be feeling good. He
worked back and forth into her, her inner walls hugging his manhood.
The young Stag could feel the temptation to achieve his own release
grow strong, but he could hold back.
Rhaella closed her eyes and grasped on the edge of the bed. Robert
Baratheon was his house's sigil personified. A glorious, rutting Stag
capable of hitting all of the right spots to make her a explode in
pleasure. Her wet pussy walls tightened around Robert when he
pressed down. His fingers threaded against her lustrous silver locks
as he guided down into her. His hands only closed in and ensured
Rhaella would be gasping for even more pleasure while he rode her.
"Cum for me, my Queen," Robert grunted.
Rhaella obeyed her King for the night, with her walls tightening
around his member. He pushed down and rocked her body,
endlessly slapping his balls against her supple flesh. Rhaella
tightened her grip onto the bed, and let out another hot cry when he
pushed into her. Robert leaned into her and squeezed her tits to
make her cum for him again.
"Do it!" Rhaella gasped for him. "My ass. Fuck it!"
Well, Robert smiled and pushed his finger into Rhaella's mouth to
get it nice and wet. That finger then edged down between Rhaella's
ass.
Robert smiled, the ultimate triumph. He would have the Queen of
Seven Kingdoms in every single way possible. A more succulent
conquest than anything he had ever experienced till now in his life.
Robert saw Rhaella's round ass before him, just begging to be filled.
He edged himself down into her and pushed the tip of his cock
guiding into her hot anus from behind.
"MOTHER HAVE… MERCY! ARHHH"
Rhaella cried out loud as Robert leaned into her, and guided his cock
down into her anus from behind. Robert leaned in and touched her
all over until she was climaxing for him hard.
She begged for it, and Robert was more than willing to give it to her.
His cock pushed down into her ass, and rocked her a couple more
times. Robert held onto Rhaella tight and kept guiding his length into
her from behind. He edged inside of her, with hammering thrusts
driving his balls down onto her ass. Rhaella screamed even more
from what Robert was doing and buried her head into the sheets to
muffle her mixed shrieks of pain and pleasure.
"I'm the first to enjoy these pleasures. Aren't I? I doubt old Aerys has
the imagination or boldness."
Robert inquired to his partner before pressing down into her
succulent asshole and allowed her to squeeze him. He leaned down
and threaded his cock into her, balls slapping repeatedly against her.
The dark-haired lord leaned down and touched Rhaella in such ways
that made her cry out for him. The pleasure only doubled when his
thrusts went all the way into her. Robert rammed down into her body
and sent her over the tipping point with pleasure. He went down into
her and kept fucking Rhaella until she lost it for him, climaxing
extremely hard in the process.
"Yes! Keep fucking it!" Rhaella moaned. "Bury your virile seed in my
rear."
Well, tempting as that was, Robert would enjoy the fruits of her royal
ass for a little while longer. He worked his finger against Rhaella's clit
and made her climax harder than before. Robert pressed down and
ensured her asshole would be filled with multiple tight thrusts, drilling
her on a constant basis.
Maintaining a steady pace, Robert Baratheon kept stuffing Rhaella
Targaryen's tight hole from behind. He could feel her envelope his
cock, hard when he pushed into her. She clamped down tight with
Robert's fingers hitting her. As much as he wanted to hold on, he had
to let go.
Robert crammed down into Rhaella and let her go. He claimed her
ass, the final barrier. And also, he touched every point of her body
one more time while hitting her. Robert bottomed out in Rhaella's
scorching hot rear passageway and drained his balls, with desire
spreading from him.
"You are a real conqueror, Robert," Rhaella panted, basking in the
aftereffects of her own release and pleasure.
Robert pulled Rhaella onto his lap and kissed her passionately on
the lips.
"That I am."
End of Flashback
"I hope that I have lived up the standards set by my lady mother,"
Daenerys stated, feeling both pride and a slight amount of envy after
hearing of the King's past tryst with her departed royal mother. "It's a
shame that she is no longer among the living. Would have been
interesting to measure my bedroom talent against hers."
"Aye, that would have made an interesting contest indeed, my silver
minx," Robert rasped, lustful look clouding his features as he
imagined such an encounter. "And one that still might be possible, if
Lady Melisandre succeeds in her latest task."
The lecherous Baratheon then proceeded to inform his Targaryen
bedmate about the ritual that the Red Priestess was attempting to
perform.
"By the Gods, can it truly be done?" Daenerys asked, after the shock
of hearing the King's words wore off.
"The Red Woman has never failed me and I'm confident that she will
not disappoint me this time either," Robert replied confidently and a
bright smile appeared on Daenerys's face.