The Heat of Dorne Chapter 17 (Patreon)

“I must say, when I agreed to let Ned squire for you, I certainly didn’t expect him to end up going to war in Essos, my prince,” Lord Ulrick Dayne said, sounding just slightly irritated by the fact as they stood just within the Sept of Baelor.

“It wasn’t something that I anticipated either, Lord Ulrick,” Daemon replied. Patting Edric on the shoulder, he added, “Your son performed admirably though, and I suspect the experience will end up being good for him.”

“Thank you, Prince Daemon,” Edric replied, sounding embarrassed.

“So I’ve heard,” Ulrick said, smiling proudly at his son. “You are a credit to our house, son.”

Edric murmured his thanks, flushing slightly, and Daemon grinned. The boy he’d taken on as a squire had grown in more ways than one over the last couple years, and he could be called a man in every possible way now. He still didn’t handle praise well, though, which amused the prince to no end. By all rights, he should have honestly gotten his spurs by now, but he was still young, and Daemon, being somewhat of a traditionalist in that matter, was waiting for him to perform well in a tourney, something he hadn’t gotten a chance to do in quite some time.

There wouldn’t be one for the wedding, as his father had dithered on whether or not to go through the hassle of organizing one for such a vast crowd for some time. The developments of the last few weeks had all but guaranteed that that wasn’t going to happen. Varys’ execution would be spectacle enough for the masses, provided the city wasn’t on fire by that point.

“Do you think that you’ll be returning to Essos anytime soon, my prince?” Ulrick asked.

“No, my lord,” Daemon replied. “With little Maekar being so young, I’d be loathe to leave him.”

His father would also sooner chew glass than let him leave the continent again.

“Ah, our little prince,” Ulrick sighed. “The first of many, I’d wager.”

“If Arianne and I have anything to say about it,” Daemon agreed. Spotting Red Flea looking at him intently, he said, “Pardon me, Lord Ulrick; I need to discuss something with one of my guards.”

“I’ll show you to the Dornish section, Father,” Edric said, and Daemon nodded gratefully to his squire.

“Report,” he murmured in Valyrian as he approached one of the many Unsullied that the sept and the city at large were swarming with.

“Everything is in place, my prince,” Red Flea replied in kind.

One of the benefits that he hadn’t quite thought of when he first brought the eunuch warriors into his service was that having an entire army that spoke a language you were one of the few in your land to speak made it very easy to communicate discreetly with your guards.

“You’ve done well,” Daemon said, looking around the Sept and seeing just what a veritable fortress it had been turned into.

The Red Keep wasn’t generally this secure, and one might have, upon noticing just how many heavily armed guards were around, assumed that the king was incredibly paranoid and expecting to be attacked. In truth, it was him, not the king, who had arranged the heightened security, and while he wasn’t expecting to be attacked here, he was counting on people getting that impression.

*****

Daemon hadn’t spent much time on ships growing up. He would have sailed to and from Dragonstone a time or two when he was very young, but after his fostering in Winterfell began, it became a very rare thing. The years since his famed assault on the Iron Islands had taught him the value of ships. Not only were they remarkably useful for traveling, but if you could crew a ship entirely with people whom you could trust absolutely and have them sweep it thoroughly for stowaways before you set sail, you could be very certain that no one was listening in on any conversations that you might have on it.

“Is this truly...ugh...necessary?” Connington asked, looking rather green.

“Daemon has a point, Jon,” Rhaegar replied. “We can’t be sure that the eunuch’s remaining agents aren’t listening in on our conversations in the keep like we can here.”

“Luckily, the waters are relatively calm at the moment,” Elia added, giving the redhead a sympathetic look.

They had sailed just out into Blackwater Bay for this meeting on Daemon’s insistence. Under no circumstances whatsoever could this conversation get back to Varys and the High Cunt.

“I take it that you’ve learned more about Varys and the High Sparrow?” Viserys asked.

“The what?” Rhaenys asked.

“His followers call themselves sparrows, and he’s more one of them than a regular septon,” Viserys shrugged. “I just thought it fit.”

“Regardless, yes, I did,” Daemon replied.

“Was this yesterday?” Aegon asked, giving him a pointed look.

“It was,” Daemon replied. “I wanted time to go over what I learned, or I would have told you then. To start with, the two of them are definitely in league with each other.”

“Damn it,” Rhaegar muttered.

“I don’t need to tell all of you that having the head of the fucking faith in league with an arch traitor is unfathomably bad,” Connington gagged.

“It is as we feared then,” Rhaegar said. “We’re going to have to find a way to deal with him quietly.”

“I’m afraid that likely won’t be possible,” Daemon winced.

“Why not?” Rhaegar asked.

“Because I strongly suspect, as I did before, that he intends to have you kill him,” Daemon replied. “The man is a fanatic, a lunatic on par with Aerys, if not quite as dangerous. His followers have all carved seven-pointed stars in their foreheads to show their devotion both to the gods and to their leader.”

“I can attest to that,” Aegon muttered.

“He wants to be a martyr?” Rhaegar asked, his eyes widening. “Gods be good.”

“How does he plan to get Rhaegar to kill him?” Connington asked.

“By publicly accusing Aegon and I of great and terrible sins,” Daemon replied.

“What?” Daenerys asked, looking frightened as she realized what Aegon, at least, would be accused of.

“Varys informed him of just how Dorne became so green,” Daemon explained, and Rhaegar clenched his fist in anger.

“Damn it all!” the king growled. “What does he plan to accuse Aegon of?”

“He plans to accuse Aegon of having unnatural predilections towards men and boys,” Daemon said as gently as he could, watching as Aegon, Rhaenys, Elia, Daenerys, Viserys, and, interestingly enough, Connington all paled.

“That’s absurd!” Rhaegar scoffed, and Daemon realized that the man was actually the only one in that room who didn’t know.

“It is,” Daemon replied before any of them could say a word, “but unfortunately, my brother’s honorable nature will work against him in this case. No one would believe such a thing about me because I’m nearly as notorious as Oberyn on that front, but Aegon’s more like you, and with you having waited so long to wed him off…”

“I was waiting for Daenerys to grow older!” Rhaegar exclaimed. “We know how poorly women in our family have fared when they’ve been wed too soon, and you’re such a delicate creature, sweet sister.”

“Th...thank you, Rhaegar,” Daenerys stammered.

“Seven hells, will no one rid me of this turbulent septon?” Rhaegar hissed.

“Funny you should ask,” Daemon said with a small smile.

“You have a plan?” Elia asked, her question sounding more like a prayer than anything else.

“I do,” Daemon replied.

“How certain are you of all of this?” Rhaegar asked.

“My spy overheard them speaking openly in one of the backrooms of the sept, Father,” Daemon replied, “and I trust said spy explicitly.”

“One of your Unsullied?” Rhaegar asked, and Daemon nodded, figuring that it was better to let him believe that than end up worrying about yet more magic use on his part.

“The High Septon plans to accuse us publicly of grave sins and, given the particular nature of that attack, it would make sense to wait until he has the greatest possible audience,” Daemon said.

“The wedding,” Rhaenys scowled.

“Aye,” Daemon agreed. “He doesn’t know that we know what he has planned, however, and that gives us an advantage. My plan is to make it look like we expect a violent assault instead. I will fill the Sept of Baelor with my Unsullied and make our security as excessive and obvious as possible. I’ll then work to focus their attack on me instead of Aegon.”

“Why?” Aegon asked.

“His accusations are treasonous, and we could have him killed on those grounds, but again, that’s almost certainly what he wants,” Daemon replied. “What he plans to accuse you of is a sin, and an honor duel would be appropriate, but what he plans to accuse me of is an actual crime in the eyes of the faith as well.”

“You’d demand a trial by combat?” Rhaenys asked with a dangerous gleam in her purple eyes.

“I will,” Daemon replied.

“How would that differ, though?” Rhaegar asked. “If the accused wins a trial by combat, it is proof that the gods deemed him innocent, but the High Septon speaks for the gods and will have accused you of sorcery. Some among the small folk will claim that you won against his champion by dark and unnatural means, and we’ll still have a problem with the faithful.”

“Father, you should know me better by now than to think that I’d leave things at a simple duel,” Daemon grinned. “You yourself accused me of being a showman a few weeks ago.”

“Just tell us what you...oh gods...have in mind,” Connington groaned, looking like he was just barely avoiding throwing up.

Deciding to be merciful to the irritable cunt, Daemon did just that, enjoying the looks on their faces as he went over what he’d worked out with Arianne and their girls the previous night.

*****

He hadn’t told them everything, of course, knowing full well that his father would object to at least one point of his plan, but they knew enough not to get in his way, and he had every confidence in his ability to carry it out.

“Prince Daemon, is all this strictly necessary?” the High Septon asked as he approached.

“Return to your duties,” Daemon said to Red Flea. Turning to the mad cunt, he replied, “As I said, High Septon, we have reason to suspect that someone might try to attack the sept during the wedding.”

“With every lord south of the Neck here and armed?” the High Septon asked incredulously.

“Listen,” Daemon said, leaning in so he could speak quietly. “I wouldn’t normally share crown business of this nature with anyone else, but given your position and what we have planned for today, I figure that my father won’t mind. Two days ago, we apprehended a man working with a known traitor to the realm already in custody.”

“Really?” the High Septon asked, sounding surprised. That surprise didn’t reflect in his eyes, though, which remained sharp and impassive.

“I hope that means Varys did manage to contact you,” Daemon thought to himself. “Yes. He had on his person documents detailing a plot against the royal family.”

“So we might truly be in danger?” the High Septon asked.

“Probably not, as he was rather easily convinced to speak the names of his fellow conspirators, who were also apprehended,” Daemon replied, “but in the interest of caution, I convinced my father to let me improve upon our security measures. This is just to make sure that nothing goes awry. We wouldn’t want violence in this sacred place, after all.”

“I thought you held faith with the Old Gods,” the High Septon said, speaking those last two words like they tasted of excrement on his tongue.

“I do, but I can appreciate the basic majesty of this place,” Daemon replied. “It was commissioned by a Targaryen as well, and the gods know that the realm paid enough for its construction.”

“Right, well, I’ll leave you to it, my prince,” the High Septon said flatly. “Go with the gods.”

“You’ll be going to them soon enough,” Daemon thought to himself darkly.

Continuing on through the Sept where, in just about an hour, most of the lords of the realm would begin filing in to see what would likely be the last royal wedding for some time, he spotted Aegon speaking with Connington and went over to them.

“My uncle really couldn’t send anyone?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

“Apparently the situation with the wildlings is worse than we initially thought,” the redhead replied. “Lord Eddard has made it clear that the North intends to deal with them themselves, but in light of the situation, he wasn’t able to spare any of his men.”

That was both troubling and disheartening. He had been looking forward to seeing his Stark kin again, for one thing, but the idea that the wildlings had amassed enough numbers to require every man that his uncle could find was also worrisome.

“Has he requested aid?” Daemon asked, knowing that in his last letter, his uncle seemed confident that all was well.

“Not yet,” Connington replied. “He seems to think that he has it well in hand and his grace and I are content to believe him for the time being. Excuse me.”

The man stalked off without another word, leaving the two princes behind.

“What is that cunt’s problem with me?” Daemon asked quietly. “I’ve never cared enough to confront him on it, but I am curious and figure you probably have an idea.”

“Why would you think that?” Aegon asked, suddenly guarded.

“You seem to know much about most nobles,” Daemon replied.

“Come,” Aegon said, leading Daemon up to the royal viewing box. “Jon has been Father’s most loyal friend, ally, and servant from the moment he laid eyes on him.”

“Huh?” Daemon asked.

“Since he laid eyes on him, Daemon,” Aegon repeated, giving him a pointed look.

“Oh!” Daemon exclaimed as he figured out what his brother meant. “Oh, oh.”

“You managed to convey three distinct meanings with that single word,” Aegon chuckled. “Anyway, I think that he’s long since accepted that Father’s never going to return or even realize the cause of his loyalty and is content to just serve him as well as he can. As for why he has never cared for you, I’d imagine that it has much to do with your mother.”

“He seems to get on well with the queen,” Daemon pointed out. “Does he just not like Northerners?”

“My parents have a relatively good marriage, all things considered, but I don’t think it’s ever been a particularly passionate one,” Aegon explained. “They’ve never been like you and Ari, for instance.”

“That might be for the best, actually,” Daemon chuckled, knowing full well how different his plans to have children with all of his women would be if he were king instead of his wife’s future consort.

“I think Father and Lyanna had that, though,” Aegon said. “Between that and her being his choice rather than a union pushed on him by his father, I think Jon’s always viewed our mothers, and by extension, us, quite differently.”

“I suppose that makes some sense,” Daemon murmured.

Some was the most important word there. Remaining jealous of a woman who had been dead for nearly twenty years and extending that grudge to her son didn’t necessarily make much sense, but people rarely did when they were emotional.

“Is that how he knew about you?” Daemon asked. “Did you talk to him about...things?”

“Never,” Aegon replied, “but I’ve long suspected that he suspected.”

“I’d say he feels pretty certain,” Daemon said. “His reaction back on the Silence a few weeks ago was identical to everyone else’s, save for Father.”

“Hmm,” Aegon murmured. “Anyway, did you meet with him earlier?”

“I did,” Daemon replied with a grin, recalling his last conversation with Varys.

*****

“Prince Daemon!” Varys croaked, sounding parched, as he struggled to sit up and greet him. “I had begun to suspect that you forgot about me.”

“It will be sometime before I forget about you,” Daemon replied, slipping a cup of water between the bars of his cell.

“I trust this isn’t poisoned,” Varys grinned before downing it greedily.

“Father would be most upset with me if I killed you here,” Daemon replied. Pointing to the small chest Ser Barristan was holding, he said, “I brought you a gift.”

“A gift?” Varys asked, furrowing his brow.

Daemon grinned and opened the box, revealing the severed head inside it. Varys’ expression shifted from confusion to shock to distaste in the span of seconds.

“I appreciate the gesture, my prince, but I’m afraid I don’t have anywhere to put it,” the eunuch said with forced cheer.

“Ah, that’s too bad,” Daemon sighed, picking up the head and presenting it more closely. “I thought Gered might appreciate spending a little more time with his old employer.”

His father had ordered that all known associates of Varys be investigated after his arrest, and while plenty had been killed or sent to the wall, some were found to have had no inkling at all of his allegiance and had been let go. Finding one of them who was on the older side, as most of his spared agents were children, and guilty of other crimes deserving of death had been irritating, but he’d managed it.

“Was that entirely necessary?” Varys asked. “Gered might be a man grown now, but he was just a boy when he served as one of my many informants throughout the city.”

Daemon smiled and said, “We both know that he was more than that. I knew that you had to have had at least one final scheme in place in case you were discovered and all was lost. You had had too much time in King’s Landing and created such a vast network of agents to have had no plans at all in such a scenario. When the men said that they found nothing at all to suggest there were further plots, I decided to investigate myself, and soon enough, I found it.”

“Found what exactly?” Varys asked, sounding genuinely intrigued.

“The assassination plot,” Daemon replied. “Gered here grew sloppy, as criminals often do, and while in his cups, he let slip something to one of his conspirators without checking to see if anyone could be listening in. One of my men happened to hear him, and before dawn the next day, both men were in cells just like this. We managed to torture the other names out of old Gered here, and they’ve all been arrested. You were foiled again.”

“I...see,” Varys said slowly, his eyes flitting down towards Gered’s severed head more than once as he clearly tried to figure out what in the seven hells was going on.

“You were correct last time, of course,” Daemon continued as he put the head back in the chest. “I was hoping to find, either by what you said or what you didn’t, if you had anything else planned, because I knew that you had to. You were far too conniving and had far too much time not to come up with some last way to strike at us if you failed. I honestly expected something a little more sophisticated than trying to poison us all during the wedding.”

Varys’ eyes widened further and he looked down at the closed chest, and Daemon figured that he was wondering what in the seven hells Gered had been up to and who put him up to it. It was fun seeing the eunuch caught off guard.

“Damn you,” he hissed after a moment, and Daemon smirked.

“Decided to just roll with it, did you?” the prince thought to himself.

“Decades of work, multiple schemes using countless agents across two continents, and I managed to undo half of it accidentally,” he chuckled.

“So you’re here to gloat now, hmm?” Varys asked, glaring at him.

Daemon had only seen a single flash of genuine emotion from the cunt in front of him the last time that he confronted him, and though he knew that he was just acting now, the rage and hatred in his blue eyes were very likely genuine.

“That’s exactly why I’m here,” Daemon chuckled. “Excuse us, Ser Barristan.”

“As you will, my prince,” the kingsguard replied.

“I was being honest with you last time when I said that I genuinely admired you,” Daemon said. “You came close, so very close to ending our entire dynasty, but in the end, it just wasn’t enough.”

“I might be the last Blackfyre, but I won’t be the last threat your wretched line encounters,” Varys snarled. “In your arrogance and avarice, you will make an enemy you can’t end one of these days, if it takes generations.”

“Only the Targaryens have ever been able to take down the Targaryens,” Daemon chuckled. “Your line, the greens, Maegor, my grandfather, these are the greatest threats we’ve encountered through the centuries. Perhaps we’ll all destroy each other someday, and this continent can go back to endless war and perpetual torment again in our absence, but it won’t be this day.”

“The proud, triumphant prince,” Varys said mockingly. “Gods, there must be something in a name. You’re so much like the rogue prince, and just like him, you’ll eventually ruin the reputations of everyone you hold dear.”

“I’m more like him than I’m like Daemon Blackfyre, that’s for sure,” Daemon grinned. “I, for one, have actually survived a campaign. You know, there’s something that I didn’t even realize the humor of at the time that you wouldn’t have heard of. I didn’t kill your nephew, you know.”

“Who did?” Varys asked, his pain flashing across his face for a moment.

“One of Illyrio’s men,” Daemon replied, laughing lightly at the memory. “He challenged me to a duel to settle our differences, on the condition that we’d instruct our respective Unsullied to stand down until it was done. He was good, I must admit, but I was better, and as I had him on the ground and was about to deliver the killing blow, I noticed something in the reflection of the fountain we were next to. He had wanted a duel, but Illyrio had ordered one of his men to shoot me if it looked like I was about to kill him. I dodged just in time for the crossbow bolt to miss me and end up in his throat…”

“Stop,” Varys hissed, his eyes filling with tears.

“An arrant bolt, just like the arrows that brought down the greatest of the Blackfyres,” Daemon continued regardless. “Your line came full circle in the end.”

“Stop!” Varys cried, lashing out at him through the bars.

Daemon dodged his slow, pathetic swing and thrust the flat of his hand into the middle of the eunuch’s chest, sending him stumbling back onto his small bed.

“You spent your entire life trying to wipe out my family and only ended up eliminating what was left of yours,” he sneered. “When my father has you killed in a few weeks, all of your plots, all of your schemes, and all of the years you spent trying and failing to bring down the house of the dragon will have been for nothing. At long last, the Blackfyres will be no more.”

With one last taunting smirk, Daemon turned from the weak, decrepit figure currently frothing with rage as he struggled back to his feet and made his way out of the dungeon.

“The gods damn you, Daemon!” Varys raged. “If I have to claw my way back from the seven hells to drag you down, I swear I will. Daemon! DAEMON!”

Grinning at the eunuch’s enraged screams, Daemon rejoined Ser Barristan and made his way towards his father’s solar. After all, there was a wedding in three days, and there was still work to be done.

Daemon whistled softly at the memory and looked down at the sept where the first nobles had started to gather. The stage was set, the players were all in place, and each one knew their role well. He just had to hope and pray that his enemy would take the bait and let him bring this long, torturous game of cyvasse, which had started before any of them were born, to its end.

*****

“Rhaenys and Daenerys look so beautiful,” Arianne gushed quietly next to him as they waited for the ceremony to begin.

“As do you,” Daemon murmured, his eyes feasting on the substantial cleavage her gorgeous, rather tight-fitting yellow dress displayed. “Is this new?”

“It is,” Arianne replied, beaming at the compliment. “I’ve finally lost most of the weight I put on carrying Maekar.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather you didn’t lose all of it,” Daemon whispered, looking down at her incredible tits again.

“I’m afraid that’s mostly milk, my love,” his wife laughed throatily, making his cock twitch in his breeches.

Daemon smiled and looked back towards his sister and aunt, who were standing there with his father. They both wore their hair loose and flowing to their lower backs. Standing opposite each other, one dark-haired, the other silver-haired, with Daenerys in her red gown and Rhaenys in her black one, they complemented each other well, and he wondered who’s idea that had been. They both wore light purple cloaks as well, which he knew would soon be replaced. Arianne was right that they looked stunning. The past few weeks had given him more than enough time to get over his initial apprehension, and with him more or less convinced that there was limited danger to his wife and brother’s mad scheme, he was greatly looking forward to the bedding.

His gaze drifted away from them, and he looked around at his Unsullied, seeing them each standing ramrod straight in their positions. He didn’t expect an actual attack, and in truth, he couldn’t say for certain if the High Septon was going to use the wedding itself as his avenue to strike at them, but it was nice knowing that everyone here was about as safe as they possibly could be. As he looked around the room, he noticed something that seemed a touch strange.

“Ari, you wouldn’t happen to know why there’s a fair-haired woman of about five and thirty near the back of the sept, staring at us like she just consumed an entire tree worth of lemons, would you?” he asked.

“Was she sitting with a balding, dark-haired man somewhat older than her and two girls around our age with hair the same color as his?” Arianne asked.

“Yes,” Daemon replied.

“That would be Lady Hewett,” Arianne whispered, and Daemon looked over to where Falia was seated near them, wearing a stunning dark blue gown.

She wouldn’t normally have been allowed in an event like this, but Arianne had decided to seat all of her ladies-in-waiting with her, and as she was family and half of her ladies were her cousins, Elia hadn’t had a problem with it. Daemon just rolled his eyes affectionately and took his wife’s hand in his.

Aegon joined them then, wearing dark breeches and a red doublet, with what looked like an excessively heavy cloak in the colors of their house over his back, but which he knew was actually two of them. Their father whispered something to him that made Aegon nod solemnly and then gave him a look that conveyed much. They both knew, more or less, how the coming day’s events were likely to play out, and he was glad that his father had been willing to leave the problem in his hands. As the man had said more than once, he didn’t always agree with his methods and likely wouldn’t in this case either, but his results were hard to argue with.

The High Septon joined them, and as he raised his hands in the air, the already rather quiet congregation went silent.

“My lords, my ladies, my king, and my queen. We are gathered here today in the radiance of the Seven to celebrate the union of Prince Aegon of House Targaryen, the Prince of Dragonstone, and Princess Rhaenys of House Targaryen and Princess Daenerys of House Targaryen.” he began. “May the Father grant them wisdom and guidance through their life together and watch over them until he calls them to the Seven Heavens to face his judgment. May the Mother grant them many children and the protection they’ll require. May the Smith grant them strength in adversity and in the challenges that life will present them with. May the Warrior grant Prince Aegon the strength to protect the princesses from harm...”

“Why did there have to be fucking seven of them?” Daemon wondered to himself as the old man droned on.

“May the Maiden keep them pure and loyal to each other and keep them from the temptations of sin,” the High Septon continued. “May the Crone grant them wisdom as the seasons turn and age finds them. Finally, may the Stranger stay clear of their path. Marriage is a sacred and lifelong commitment, a vow like one would take to the gods themselves...”

“Perhaps I was wrong, and his and Varys’ actual plan is to bore us all to death,” Daemon thought to himself as the man gave what promised to be a long, slow sermon on the subject in question.

Mercifully, it didn’t end up being that long after all, and soon enough, they were singing the hymn Elia had chosen. It was the same one that his grandmother, Queen Rhaella, had selected for her wedding to his father, and Rhaenys and Daenerys had both agreed immediately when they heard that. As the song ended, the High Septon led them all in a prayer to the gods that they would grant the happy trio a long and fruitful marriage.

“Now it is time for the brides to pass from their father’s protection to that of their husband,” the High Septon said solemnly. “Your Grace?”

Nodding, Rhaegar stood up and quickly made his way to Rhaenys and Daenerys. He might not have been Daenerys’ father, but he was the closest thing she’d ever known, and she had actually called him that at one point. Looking deeply emotional, he tenderly removed their cloaks from their shoulders, and Aegon replaced them with his own. Once that was done and the king sat back down with the folded cloaks in his lap, the High Septon tied their hands together, with Aegon in the middle, and bade them speak their vows.

“Father, Mother, Smith, Warrior, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am hers, and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days,” Aegon said, facing Rhaenys.

“Father, Mother, Smith, Warrior, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his, and he is mine, from this day until the end of my days,” Rhaenys said, smiling so widely that you never would have guessed it was nonsense.

“Father, Mother, Smith, Warrior, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am hers, and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days,” Aegon repeated, facing Daenerys.

“Father, Mother, Smith, Warrior, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his, and he is mine, from this day until the end of my days,” Daenerys said, facing Aegon, but Daemon swore that her eyes never left Rhaenys.

“And so these three, Prince Aegon of House Targaryen, the Prince of Dragonstone, Princess Rhaenys of House Targaryen, and Princess Daenerys of House Targaryen, are one heart, one flesh, and one soul,” the High Septon declared. “That which the gods make whole, no man can tear asunder, and any who tries will find themselves in the seven hells. Now the groom and his brides will pledge their love.”

As the High Septon stepped back, Aegon turned to Rhaenys and said, “With this kiss, I pledge my love and devotion.”

Daemon wished they could have sold it a little better than that, as while Rhaenys looked somewhat enthused, Aegon looked distinctly like he was kissing his sister, and not in the general Targaryen way. Still, it was passable, and as he repeated the pledge and gesture with Daenerys, the gathered crowd erupted in cheers. Outside, the crowd of smallfolk gathered on the steps and beyond, cheered as well, a deafening cry that must have echoed through the city.

The three of them, flanked by Ser Arthur, Ser Oswell, and four Unsullied, walked down the long path between the center isles of the Sept, smiling and waving at various nobles as they went. Rhaenys caught the eye of Ser Jaime, sitting next to his wife, Lynesse Hightower, and swallowed thickly. She understood why her father had dismissed him from the Kingsguard, all while praising him for his quick thinking back on that terrible day, but she missed her favorite of them all the same, and as he had been late arriving, she had yet to catch up.

The king and queen followed the newlyweds, followed by Daemon, Arianne, and their party, and then Viserys. The rest of the nobles followed them out in the order they’d been seated in, and as Daemon emerged from the Sept, he was taken aback by the sheer size of the crowd. Throngs of people gathered to get a glimpse of Prince Aegon and his new wives, held back firmly by the small army of Unsullied that he had there.

The city had never been safer than it was over the last few weeks, as he had recalled nearly all of the eunuch soldiers to the capital. It was likely overkill, but if things went south, he was going to need them on hand to protect his family and reestablish order where necessary.

“Prince Aegon!” the crowd shouted, “Princess Rhaenys, Princess Daenerys.”

Others called out for the king and queen, who waved at the crowd, while still others called for him and Viserys. As they got into their carriages and were carried along back to the Red Keep, they smiled and waved at the people who would be getting the remaining food left uneaten after the exorbitant feast that his father had planned.

“That went off without a hitch,” Arianne murmured once they were seated in the carriage.

“Do you think they suspected anything?” Tyene whispered.

“I have no idea,” Daemon grumbled.

“I’ll be drinking water tonight, at any rate,” he thought to himself. “I wouldn’t put it past the eunuch to stage the attack on the morrow, expecting us all to be suffering from the aftereffects of drink.”

Soon enough, they were back in the Red Keep, and all of their noble guests were swiftly ushered into the dining hall for what promised to be an extraordinary feast. Daemon had been so focused on Varys and the High Septon that he’d paid barely any attention at all to the preparations for the feast, though from what he heard, it sounded very grand.

“Are there truly going to be a hundred courses served, Father?” he asked as they sat down.

“Ninety-nine,” Rhaegar replied, “but a hundred sounded better. We’re going to dine quite well over the next three days, broken up by a host of different entertainments that Jon’s been pulling out his hair overseeing the arrangements for. The people of the city will get everything we don’t finish, as well as fresh baked bread and meat, courtesy of the crown. I want everyone to be able to celebrate this wedding as much as we are.”

“As well as forget about the less pleasant parts of the last couple years,” Daemon commented.

“Quite,” Rhaegar said dryly.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” Rhaenys said as she got up and made her way towards the Lannisters.

“Well, find him!” Lord Tywin hissed at one of his frightened-looking servants. “The man’s not exactly difficult to spot.”

“Is something the matter, my lord?” the princess asked as she approached.

“Ah, Princess Rhaenys,” Lord Tywin said amiably. “Not at all.”

“Congratulations, Princess,” Ser Jaime said, giving her a smile that made her cheeks redden slightly. She’d always thought that he was the most dashing man.

“Thank you, Ser Jaime,” Rhaenys replied. Looking over to Lynesse, she added, “I suppose congratulations are in order for you as well.”

“Thank you, Princess,” Lynesse smiled tiredly, looking well into her fourth pregnancy.

“Princess, I believe his grace would like you to return to him,” Lord Tywin said as diplomatically as he could, his cold green eyes flitting back and forth between her and the king, who was staring at her.

“Ah,” Rhaenys said. “I’ll speak to you later.”

“I look forward to it,” Ser Jaime smiled.

“Still your favorite Kingsguard?” Elia asked with a grin as she sat back down.

“No offense to Uncle Lewyn, but yes,” Rhaenys replied. “He’s always been so good and kind, ever since I was a girl.”

“I’ll never understand how he and Lady Cersei are related,” Daenerys commented.

“What do you mean?” Aegon asked incredulously. “The only way those two could look more alike would be if the lady had a...you know what I mean. The only siblings I’ve ever seen who looked that similar are Ser Loras and his sister Margaery.”

“I just mean their expressions,” Daenerys replied, grinning at his refusal to say cock while seated so close to his mother. “Ser Jaime’s always looked so happy when I’ve seen him, and well…”

She looked over at Lady Cersei, who was seated next to her husband, Lord Edmure Tully, and looked as miserable as she always did. Before anyone could reply, the servants came marching in, carrying the first course of some rich, thick soup, and began serving anyone who wanted some. This was followed by a crab stew and a succulent roasted boar, and before long, everyone was feasting. Wine flowed like water as the servants made sure that there wasn’t an empty goblet in the entire hall.

“None for me,” Daemon said, feigning tiredness. “Too much yesterday. Inform the other servants.”

“Of course, Prince Daemon,” the servant replied. “I’ll have water brought for you.”

Daemon nodded at the man and smiled as Arianne rested her head on his shoulder. Turning towards her, he kissed her crown and returned to his meal of roast goose and cherries. He surveyed the rest of the hall as discreetly as he could, pleased to see the Unsullied all in place, not that he doubted them at all. The High Septon had been on his best behavior during the wedding, and he hoped that the man would wait until at least morning to make his move. He had a bedding to take the groom’s place in after all.

Musicians and singers played songs, some of which his father had paid bards to write for the event itself. He was honestly surprised that the man didn’t join in, given his long-standing love of the harp, but it seemed like he wanted to celebrate with everyone else this particular night. The feast went on for hours, with ever more food brought out for their many many guests to enjoy. Dancing soon followed but didn’t last terribly long before some started to call for the newlyweds to go enjoy their first night bound together.

“Bed! Bed! Bed! Bed!” the rowdiest and drunkest guests chanted.

“Now, now,” Rhaegar laughed, holding up his hands. “I have agreed with my daughter and sister that there will be no bedding ceremony.”

A chorus of disappointed groans echoed through the hall, though Ser Arthur’s steely gaze quickly silenced them.

“I think it is high time that my son and his new brides retire for the night, though,” Rhaegar said, to the audible approval of the crowd.

Aegon rose to his feet and offered his hands to Rhaenys and Daenerys, who took them with wide smiles on their faces. He led his new wives out of the hall and towards his quarters, followed closely by most of their guests. They might not have been allowed to undress the newlyweds as they normally would have, but they’d be damned if they were going to be stopped from hooting and hollering at them like drunken fools. Some manner of tradition had to be observed, after all.

“Shall we?” Arianne asked, looking excited and nudging her head towards the hallway that led to the secret passage they’d be using.

“Have fun, you two,” Obara chuckled.

“Where are they going?” Falia asked, looking confused and slightly disappointed.

“Crown business,” Tyene replied, grinning impishly, “which means that you’re ours tonight.”

The busty brunette blushed prettily as she was led away by the sand snakes, Bellegere, and Missandei. They had gotten to know their new pet over the last few weeks and had grown quite fond of her, but it would be a while yet before they started trusting her with secrets like Aegon’s nature. While Falia was being led away and the crowd was still distracted, Daemon and Arianne slipped away and, opening the hidden door, fled into the secret passage that led to Aegon’s bedchamber.

The purpose of this particular secret passage was to link a pair of royal suites and give the people in them an easy escape route in case they needed one. Given that it led to Viserys’ chambers, he imagined that it had gotten a good deal of use over the years.

“Ah, brother,” Aegon said as he and Arianne slipped inside. “Your timing’s impeccable.”

“We could hardly make you three wait,” Arianne purred, looking towards Rhaenys and Daenerys, who were already lying in bed in each other’s arms.

“I’ll be on my way,” Aegon murmured, heading towards the hidden door. “Daemon, thank you again.”

“Trust me,” Daemon rumbled, looking Rhaenys and Daenerys up and down. “You don’t need to thank me for this.”

“I should think not,” Arianne grinned as she got into bed.

“Are you finally healed up enough to have fun?” Rhaenys asked.

“It hasn’t been six weeks just yet, but I don’t think a tongue could cause all that much harm,” Arianne replied, and Rhaenys immediately kissed her.

Daenerys squeaked at the sight, her face going red as she rubbed her thighs together, and Daemon grinned, sitting down on the bed next to her.

“I take it you two have never done anything like this?” he asked.

“N...never,” Daenerys stammered, her gorgeous purple eyes not leaving Rhaenys and Arianne for a moment.

“My father always made it clear that Aegon and Rhaenys were off limits,” Arianne explained. “He thought that they would be wed some day, and, as the royal couple to be, they could ill afford the sort of scandal that I could bring them if I introduced them to my sort of fun.”

“If he only knew,” Rhaenys grinned. “I’ve wanted you for years, sweet cousin.”

“And here I thought you only ever had eyes for me,” Daenerys pouted.

“Don’t be jealous now, my darling,” Rhaenys giggled, realizing that the blonde wasn’t being serious. “I’m not the only one who’s going to get to enjoy her, nor is she all that we’ll be enjoying.”

“Neither one of you has ever kissed a man, have you?” Daemon asked.

“Never,” Daenerys replied, looking right at him.

“Well, clearly, we’ll have to change that,” Daemon grinned, snaking his hand around the nape of her neck and pulling her in for a searing, hot kiss.

The Valyrian beauty moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue along hers, and pulled him back so that he was lying over her. He reached down to cup one of her small, perky breasts through her gown. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rhaenys roll Arianne onto her back and start peppering her neck with kisses, making the olive-skinned beauty moan loudly. Seeing them together, he could easily tell that they were both Dornish, though Rhaenys’ skin was slightly lighter than her cousin’s.

“Mmm, kiss him, Rhaenys,” Daenerys purred. “I want to see that.”

Rhaenys’ eyes locked onto his, and the two of them paused. They hadn’t been terribly close during their lives, but the last few weeks had given them a chance to fix that, and he had found his sister to be a lovely, passionate creature that he had been looking forward to exploring every inch of.

“Well, Valonqar?” Rhaenys asked, grinning impishly.

Moving to her, he cupped her cheek and kissed her tenderly. She immediately deepened the kiss, plunging her tongue into his mouth and molding her body against his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight and groaning as he felt her large, full breasts against his chest.

“Gods, we’re all overdressed!” Arianne exclaimed, getting out of bed and trying to remove her dress.

“I’ll help you,” Daenerys said, quickly joining her.

The two of them undressed each other as Rhaenys straddled Daemon, grinding her heated sex on him through his clothes as they continued to kiss passionately.

“What a beauty you are,” Arianne grinned as she finished removing Daenerys’ small clothes.

Spinning the younger woman around, she pulled her in tight, pressing her breasts against her back, and cupped one of her perky mounds with her hand.

“Ah!” Daenerys cried.

“Isn’t she gorgeous, my love?” Arianne asked, and Daemon turned to look at them, feeling his cock throb in his breeches as he took in the sight of her.

She was thin and pear-shaped, with small, perky breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips that he just knew he was going to enjoy sinking his fingers into while he fucked her from behind.

“Definitely,” Rhaenys grinned. Leaning in, she added, “And her cunt tastes divine, valonqar.”

“RhaeNYS!” Daenerys cried, going to complain about her lover’s crassness, when Arianne brushed her fingers through her already slick folds.

“Hmm, indeed,” Arianne agreed after sucking one of her fingers clean. “Come taste her, Daemon.”

Daemon grinned ferally and joined them, taking his wife’s hand in his and wrapping his lips around her slick digit.

“Divine,” he whispered, smirking as Daenerys’ purple eyes went black with desire.

“The...then taste me directly,” she stammered.

“Is that a command?” Daemon asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“It is,” Rhaenys replied before she could, “from the Princess of Dragonstone.”

“A Princess of Dragonstone,” Arianne commented.

“Well, if the princess demands that I feast on her delectable cunt, then who am I to deny her?” Daemon chuckled, pulling Daenerys in for another kiss.

“Speaking of feasting, I’ve been curious since you first mentioned it, what it might be like to suckle on a woman’s breasts as a woman grown,” Rhaenys murmured, reaching down to cup one of Arianne’s milk-laden tits. As she squeezed lightly, thin milk squirted out, landing right between her own breasts.

“I’ve found it fun,” Arianne said, burying her face in Rhaenys’ cleavage and licking up her own milk, “but you might want to undress first. I’d hate to dirty this gorgeous gown.”

“Oh gods, yes!” Daenerys cried as Daemon wrapped his lips around one of her pebbled nipples and began sucking gently on it.

While Rhaenys turned to look at them, Arianne got to work getting her out of her dress, finding, to her joy, that it was a simple thing to do. Soon enough, it pooled on the floor, leaving her in only her small clothes, which quickly joined it.

“Oh gods,” Rhaenys whimpered as Arianne brushed her fingers through the black curls that crowned her sex.

“He’s really good at that,” Arianne whispered, pushing two fingers inside her cousin’s hot, tight cunt. “Tyene passed out last night just from having him lick her.”

“More, Daemon!” Daenerys cried as he kissed his way down along her soft, flat belly. “I need it.”

“Did you take care of your maidenhead as I suggested?” Daemon asked.

“Yes,” Daenerys replied. “Rhaenys took it with one of those wooden cocks.”

“Alright,” Daemon said, making a mental note to cut his hand later so the sheets had some blood to show off.

He parted the sparse silver curls of her cunt, taking in the sight of her small, short nether lips, and gave them a long lick with the flat of his tongue. Daenerys gasped, and he grinned, lapping at her heated flesh as he grabbed her plump thighs to hold her steady.

“Oh fuck,” Daenerys gasped, grabbing his head with one hand and digging the fingers of the other one into the bedding. “Gods, don’t stop!”

Daemon laughed and swirled his tongue around her throbbing clit as he pushed a finger inside her tight tunnel. It was going to be a tight fit, with her being as small as she was, but at least he didn’t have to worry about her maidenhead on top of how careful he’d have to be to stretch her slowly.

“Mmm,” Rhaenys moaned as she drank deeply from Arianne’s full breasts. “This is as fun as...oh...you all said.”

She was lying on her back with her face buried in her cousin’s chest while she reached down to rub small circles around her clit.

“It feels nice too,” Arianne sighed, “but sadly, I’m going to have to move lower if I’m going to…”

“FUCK!” Daenerys screamed as she came hard, her thighs clamping around Daemon’s head and her back arching off the bed.

Rhaenys turned to look at her aunt and lover, shuddering at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy. She was so aroused that her fluids were running down towards her arsehole, and she wanted nothing more in that moment than to finally take Daemon’s cock inside her. Arianne and the others had been torturing her and Daenerys for weeks with tales of how incredible he was in bed, and she had gone from wanting to have him so that she could have children, to just wanting to experience the sort of pleasures they described.

“Seven...hells,” Daenerys panted, throwing an arm over her head as she stared blankly at the ceiling and tried to catch her breath.

“You do taste lovely,” Daemon whispered, giving one of her hard nipples a kiss that made her shiver.

“Ride him,” Arianne said.

“Ari?” Rhaenys asked.

“Daenerys will need a minute after an orgasm like that,” Arianne said. “Ride him while I sit on his face.”

“Sounds good to me,” Daemon grinned, standing up.

He quickly undressed, keeping his eyes on Rhaenys and Daenerys, who looked at him hungrily as he revealed more and more of his warrior’s body. That hunger turned to apprehension as he freed his cock, and they finally got to see it in all its glory.

“Oh wow,” Rhaenys shivered, her eyes going wide. “I know you said it was bigger than the wooden ones, but…”

“You didn’t believe us?” Arianne asked, sounding amused.

“Um, maybe you should go first,” Daenerys murmured. When Rhaenys cocked an eyebrow at her, she explained, “You are taller than me.”

“You’re no shorter than I am, Dany,” Arianne laughed, “and I can take every inch of it.”

“Still, if Daenerys wants to see for herself first, that’s fine,” Daemon chuckled, lying down next to her. “Mandia?”

Rhaenys’ eyes narrowed at the blatant challenge in his tone, and she crawled into bed, smirking as his eyes were drawn immediately to her breasts. As he lay on his back, his cock was resting against his muscled stomach, making it look even larger than before. She had no idea how she was going to take something that she swore was at least as thick as her wrist inside her cunt, but the gods knew that plenty of women before her had managed, and she was very wet.

“Beautiful,” Daemon murmured as he looked up at her, and Rhaenys smiled widely.

She didn’t arrange this for love, knowing that she had that with Daenerys, but the way her heart raced at his adoring gaze was a lovely bonus. She reached down and tentatively picked up his cock, wrapping her hand around it and shuddering as she realized that her fingers didn’t even touch. Placing it back down, she straddled him and lowered her slick sex until it was pressed against his length. With a whimper, she rocked her hips forward, spreading her wetness on him and loving how the heat and firmness of him felt against her sensitive folds.

“You do look good astride him,” Arianne smirked. “It’s like you belong there.”

“Maybe I do,” Rhaenys moaned. “Maybe the gods made him for me and Dany.”

“And a score of others,” Daenerys laughed.

“Not a score,” Daemon snorted. “I think even I wouldn’t be up for a challenge like that.”

“I think you’re up for much and more,” Rhaenys sighed, picking up his cock and brushing her cunt with the bulbous head.

Arianne moved towards him, and Daemon held out a hand.

“I want to watch her take me,” he said, and she pouted.

“Oh, alright,” Arianne huffed a moment later. “It’s been so long, I’ll probably cum the second you lick my clit anyway. Five and a half weeks! I haven’t gone this long without pleasure since I first experienced it.”

“We’ll make up for lost time, my love,” Daemon assured her.

“Oh fuck!” Rhaenys cried as she pushed down, and the head of his cock popped inside her.

“Rhaenys?” Daenerys asked, her brow furrowing in concern.

“So fucking big,” Rhaenys muttered through gritted teeth. “Shit, I’ve never felt that full.”

“If you join the rest of us sometime, you’ll get to see Nymeria take a whole fist inside her.”

“What?!” Rhaenys squeaked as Daenerys’ jaw dropped.

“Not mine, she’s not that mad,” Daemon chuckled, “but she is quite fond of that. Gushes like a waterfall too.”

Rhaenys continued her slow descent, whimpering and sighing as she went, and Arianne watched her eagerly. Every time she watched a new woman take Daemon’s cock for the first time, it was like reliving her own first time with him. The look of awe and a little fear, that look turning to shock as they felt themselves being stretched further than they ever thought possible. It was so much like her own experience. Soon Rhaenys’ gorgeous heart-shaped face would scrunch up in pleasure as she came on his shaft, and that would be its own feast for the eyes.

“Like a...fucking...horse,” Rhaenys whimpered as she finally felt her arse rest on his thighs.

“You did it,” Daenerys breathed, rushing up behind her lover and hugging her shaking body tightly.

“Ye...yes,” Rhaenys gasped, leaning her head back towards Daenerys’ shoulder as the younger woman cupped her breasts from behind, kneading them softly.

“Alright, now come let me taste you again, my love,” Daemon grinned at Arianne. “I’ve missed that sweet cunt.”

“Not as much as it’s missed you,” Arianne replied, frantically moving to straddle his face while facing Rhaenys.

He grabbed her hips the second she was in place and pulled her down onto his eager mouth, wasting no time teasing her. It had been weeks, and he desperately wanted to make her cum for him again.

“Okay so...DAE...fuck,” Arianne cried, barely managing to stop herself from saying a name none of them were supposed to that night as she felt his skilled tongue on her again for the first time in weeks. “Start out slow, just rolling your hips forward and back as you get...gods, right there!...used to him.”

Rhaenys had been content to continue letting herself adjust to him, but when she felt her inner walls relax a little around his immense girth, she figured it was time to move. Raising herself up, she whimpered at the loss of even just a few inches of him and quickly sank back down with a happy sigh. She was so stretched by him that it felt like it burned at first, but that burning had subsided, and in its place was a pleasure she’d never known.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Arianne cried, falling forward as she soared towards her peak faster than she ever had in her life. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Already?” Daenerys asked.

“Our poor Ari’s appetites have grown ravenous, darling,” Rhaenys giggled as she started riding him more forcefully. “Gods, you’re going to love this, Dany. He feels so fucking good.”

Arianne wanted to be smug about that as her loving cousin finally learned that she hadn’t been exaggerating at all, but she was too busy losing her mind under Daemon’s incredible tongue.

“FUCK!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs a moment later as she came hard.

Her vision went white as she fell forward, being caught by Rhaenys and held tightly by Daemon as he sucked on her clit. She had never cum this hard just from that before, and to her shock, she felt herself gush all over him. Wave after wave of soul-searing pleasure coursed through her entire body, more intense than she’d been expecting. As it finally ended, she collapsed into Rhaenys’ arms, panting for breath and grinning from ear to ear. It was only when she heard Daemon cough that she remembered just how hard she’d cum.

“Daemon!” she exclaimed, turning around and rushing over to look at his soaked face, even as she continued panting for breath.

“We’re…” Daemon coughed and laughed, “making a habit of this, love.”

Arianne recalled the last time Daemon licked her cunt, and she blushed a bright red.

“I can’t recall the last time I saw you blush,” Rhaenys laughed. Turning to Daemon, she asked, “Are you alright?”

“Perfectly fine,” Daemon grinned, wiping his face.

“Am I missing something?” Daenerys asked.

“When Ari’s labor started, my head was between her thighs,” Daemon replied before Arianne could say anything, and she flushed even redder.

Rhaenys laughed loudly, grabbing his shoulders for support as she started riding him harder.

“I still don’t understand,” Daenerys said, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“Remember...oh gods, that feels good...when Septa Alys explained the basics of childbirth?” Rhaenys asked.

Daenerys thought about it for a moment before her eyes widened and she said, “Oh!”

“Yes, yes, I nearly drowned my husband,” Arianne huffed in embarrassment.

“Oh, relax, I don’t mind,” Daemon chuckled, “though it was a little disappointing to learn that I didn’t just make you cum that hard.”

Arianne rolled her eyes at that and helped wipe his face clean of her fluids. He caught her hand and kissed it, smiling up at her.

“Gah, fuck!” Rhaenys cried, going still and shutting her eyes.

“Is something wrong?” Daenerys asked.

“No,” Daemon replied for her, having felt the head of his cock slip inside that sensitive little pocket inside her, “not at all.”

He flipped her onto her back and grinned down at her, asking, “Isn’t that right?”

“What was that?” Rhaenys asked.

“I have no idea,” Daemon replied. “I just know that it feels incredible.”

He started fucking her properly, grinning as she moaned and reached behind her head to grab at the pillows. As he picked up his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her sopping cunt, her large breasts began to roll and jiggle across his chest, drawing his eye. He reached up to cup and knead the sensitive mounds, wrapping his lips around one of her pebbled brown nipples.

“Right there, right there, don’t fucking stop!” Rhaenys screamed as he started hitting that sensitive spot with each thrust.

Licking her thumb, Daenerys reached between their bodies and started rubbing her lover’s clit, making her yelp.

“Yes, yes, yes, YES!” Rhaenys squealed, cumming hard.

Her back arched off the bed towards his chest, and he held her tight as she writhed and convulsed in pleasure. Her already tight cunt spasmed around his length wonderfully, trying to milk his cock, and while he fully intended to seed her and Dany both before the night was done, he wasn’t about to finish just yet, and he had one more woman to give her first taste of his cock to. As Rhaenys collapsed on her back, staring at the canopy of the bed with glassy, unfocused eyes, he pulled his cock from her depth.

“By the gods,” Daenerys breathed, staring down at her lover’s gaping cunt.

“It’ll close back up in a while,” Arianne assured her, running a finger up along Daemon’s turgid cock and bringing it to her lips. “Gods, I will never tire of tasting cunt on your cock, Daemon.”

“I love you,” Daemon said, pulling her in and kissing her deeply.

“Fuck me,” Daenerys whispered, crawling onto the bed and giving Rhaenys’ cunt a long, slow lick that made the brunette’s entire body shudder.

“Fuck me,” Daemon sighed, looking down at Daenerys’ incredible arse.

She dressed far more conservatively than his women generally did, and so he had never noticed before, but his aunt had an arse to rival Bellegere’s.

“Sorry?” Daenerys asked, looking back at him in confusion.

“He was commenting on how beautiful your ass is, Dany,” Arianne replied, running her hand over it. “I hope you enjoy being taken like this because he’s going to want to do so often.”

“I do,” Daenerys whispered, blushing. “It’s actually become my favorite position for Rhaenys to take me in with that leather harness contraption you lent us.”

“You can...imagine why I love...doing so,” Rhaenys panted, wiping the sweat from her forehead. As she caught her breath, she said, “Gods above, I can see why you’re so obsessed with his cock, Ari. You’re going to love this, Dany.”

“She’s certainly wet enough,” Daemon murmured as he rubbed her sodden nether lips with the head of his cock.

“Ah!” Daenerys cried. “Ca...can you blame me after watching all that?”

“Not at all,” Rhaenys cooed, holding out her hand and smiling as Daenerys placed hers in it. “Fuck her, Daemon. Fuck her and breed her. I can’t wait to see her belly swell with child.”

“Gods!” Daenerys cried, rubbing her thighs together in need.

Daemon pushed forward, and the younger woman’s eyes went wide as saucers. Falling forward, she rested her head on Rhaenys’ soft belly and cried out as she felt the first couple inches of his cock slip inside her tight, wet cunt.

“Fucking hells,” Daemon groaned as he felt her sweltering heat envelope him. “You might actually be the wettest woman I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” Arianne asked, intrigued.

To all their amazement, his cock slipped inside her with surprising ease, and before long, his hips were pressed firmly against her round, plump arse.

“So big!” Daenerys cried, pushing herself up on shaky arms to stare at Rhaenys, who watched her with wide eyes. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

“So do you,” Daemon grunted. Her inner walls might have yielded for her with surprising ease, but they still clung to him like a hot, wet, silk clove.

“Fuck me!” Daenerys moaned, crying out in pleasure as he pulled half of his cock from her tight depths and thrust back hard. “Harder!”

Daemon picked up his pace, quickly working his way up to the sort of hard, fast thrusts that most of his girls loved. He would not have expected Daenerys, being as short as Arianne, thin, and delicate-seeming, to take to rough sex so well or so quickly, but as he felt her cling to him, he didn’t mind in the slightest.

“More, more, more, more!” Daenerys screamed, throwing her arse back against him as he continued to pound her.

The sound of his hips smacking her arse again and again echoed through the room, and the sight of her plump cheeks rippling with every impact was incredible. He was going to have to do something nice for Aegon one of these days.

“Wow, is she always like this?” Arianne asked, joining Rhaenys on the bed and watching the display with her.

“Yes, but I still didn’t expect her to take him that easily,” Rhaenys replied. “Pull her hair; she loves that.”

“Yes!” Daenerys cried as he gathered her long silver-gold hair in his hand and tugged gently.

“She’s so shy and reserved, though,” Arianne giggled.

“Until you really get her wet and wanting,” Rhaenys smirked, twirling a lock of her long, dark hair around her finger.

“Just like that!” Daenerys cried. “I’m going to...going to...GODS!”

She shrieked at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing through the room and likely beyond as she came so hard, she squirted all over him. Daemon’s thrusts grew erratic as he felt his own orgasm fast approaching, and as he felt her tight cunt start to spasm around and squeeze his cock, he let go with a roar, filling her to the brim with his thick, white seed.

The two of them fell forward, and Daemon caught himself on his forearms, burying his face in her long, silver-gold hair and inhaling deeply of her scent. Rhaenys and Arianne crawled over to either side of them and sat down. Rhaenys started running her nails through Daenerys’ hair, making the blonde shiver and look over at her with a smile.

“Can we go...to Dorne...in a moon or so?” she asked, and all three of them laughed.

“I’ll speak to Aegon and Father,” Rhaenys replied with a grin. As Daemon pulled his half-hard cock from Daenerys’ cunt, she said, “I hope that isn’t all you have.”

“Trust me,” Daemon said, narrowing his eyes at the challenge, “by the time I’m done here, neither of you will be able to feel your legs at all.”

“Promises promises,” Rhaenys grinned.

“Come, Rhaenys,” Arianne said, “I’ll show you the fastest way to get him ready again.”

Without another word, Arianne took his cock between her pouty lips and started sucking his entire length inside her hot little mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Daemon groaned.

“You want to try?” Arianne asked, holding his already rehardening cock in her hand.

“Why not?” Rhaenys asked, joining her.

As his wife taught his sister how to suck his cock, Daemon closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure, thanking his gods, not for the first time, for any hand they might have had in getting him to wed her. He was in for a very long night, he knew, one in which he might father the future king and queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

*****

Daemon spent much of the night fucking Rhaenys and Daenerys until neither one could keep their eyes open for a moment, and then, after they’d dressed, he and Arianne disappeared through the secret passageway and slipped back into their chambers. It was a good thing that they did too; for not long after dawn, they were woken by Ser Barristan.

“My prince!” he called out, waking Daemon and all of the women surrounding him.

“What is it?” Daemon asked, looking to find his old friend and trainer staring resolutely at the wall.

“The High Septon is in the courtyard, demanding to speak before the king and his sons,” Ser Barristan replied. “The guards were keen to throw him and the rabble out, but your Unsullied told them that you had ordered them to stand down.”

“The cunt could have waited until noon,” Daemon grumbled, getting out of bed.

“It’s most inconsiderate of him,” Missandei agreed, yawning.

In truth, it was what he had expected if he didn’t use the wedding itself as his venue to attack them. He’d expect to find them all still half-drunk and vulnerable, and all the lords of the realm were still either in the Red Keep or the city beyond. No doubt, he had arranged for quite the audience for this. The lot of them got dressed and made their way to the main gate, where Aegon, Viserys, Elia, and Rhaegar were waiting. Rhaenys and Daenerys were noticeably absent, but then, he figured neither one of them would move a muscle until midday after their night of passion.

“There you are,” Rhaegar said. Looking down at his bandaged hand, he asked, “What happened?”

“Nothing important,” Daemon replied, not exactly able to explain that he’d cut himself to bleed on the sheets in place of Rhaenys and Daenerys. “He’s out there?”

“With a sizable crowd,” Ser Arthur replied.

“So it begins,” Rhaegar muttered.

“No, so it ends,” Daemon grinned.

The royal party went outside to greet their loud and unruly petitioners.

“What is the meaning of this?” Rhaegar called out.

“We come, men and women of faith, to accuse the Prince Daemon of terrible sins and crimes against the gods,” the High Septon replied, his eyes alight with glee. This was a man who wanted to die for his gods and believed that he was going to do their will this day.

“Choose your next words very carefully, High Septon,” Rhaegar said icily.

“Careful is not a word the faithful have need of,” the High Septon professed, “for our gods demand that we be bold in doing their work. Prince Daemon is a deviant and a sorcerer. It was his foul magics that altered the very face of Dorne; his unnatural powers, given him by the false gods and tree demons he worships that allowed that terrible act. To shape the world is the domain of the gods, and if this prince is allowed to continue his evil acts, it will spell doom for us all. Magic is not something men are allowed to meddle with and to do so is a sin and a crime as per the Seven Pointed Star.”

Daemon was suddenly very glad that the Northerners weren’t there. Lord Blackwood stood in the crowd and looked murderous enough at the man’s words about the Old Gods.

“You overstep,” Rhaegar growled. “The law is the domain of the crown, and it is not…”

“Father, it’s alright,” Daemon said, cutting him off as they’d planned. “This man speaks nonsense anyway. I am no sorcerer, and the greening of Dorne was an act of the gods. How this supposed septon could blaspheme against them by denying their great work, I have no idea.”

The High Septon looked incensed at that and was about to reply when Daemon continued, saying, “You have accused me of a crime, albeit a crime from the Seven Pointed Star, and as such, I say let the gods themselves decide my guilt. I demand a trial by combat.”

The High Septon smiled widely at that, saying, “And so you shall have it. I assume that you will fight on your own behalf?”

“Of course,” Daemon scoffed.

“Alas, I am not a young man anymore, and while I will serve the gods with all the strength they choose to give me, such things are beyond me by now,” the High Septon said. “As such, I will require a champion. Ser Gregor!”

“What!” he heard Lord Tywin hiss, sounding enraged as the Mountain stood up, having seated himself in the middle of the sparrows and approached the High Septon.

“I will be your champion,” the giant of a man said, his voice even more unpleasant than it was the last time he heard it.

“Daemon!” Rhaegar hissed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Daemon turned to look at his father, and as the older man saw the complete lack of shock or surprise on his face, his expression turned from fear to anger.