James and Lily: a Westerosi Honeymoon (Ch.2) (Patreon)

It was a curse, to be the chosen of Fourteen.

To see as gods saw, to know what gods alone meant to know. The sights, the knowledge, tore Daenys Targaryen apart time and again.

This chamber was a cell, devoid of comfort, serving as nothing more than a haven against interference. Within this hateful sanctuary, the daughter of one the noblest lines in Freehold, screamed out secrets of a future yet to come, her voice a strangled chorus of cries.

Sometimes her muscles would lock, slabs of meat and sinew tensing around her bones, leaving her shivering and breathing in feeble gasps, unable to control her own body. These seizures could last for hours, each beat of her heart filling her head with agony as the blood hammered through her cramping muscles. In the times she was free from the accursed paralysis, when her heart would be allowed to slow and grow still once again, Daenys would ease the pain by digging her nails into the pale flesh of her arms, hard enough to draw blood. This fresh torment and the reassuring tangible warmth of her blood were distractions from the images that burned behind her noble purple eyes.

Daenys saw no end to this abominable existence, save for the blissful release of death. At least not until her visions changed. Until she saw a pair of strangers that had come from beyond the blessed light of the Fourteen, a mighty stag and cunning fox.

She knew with all the certainty of the truly desperate, that these two were the key. And that better wet, their path would sooner rather than later lead them to Daenys.

XxXxX

Some time later.

“I’ll be fine.” Daenys Targaryen pouted when her personal slave refused to budge. “The visions are not troubling me right now.”

The slave - a dusky skinned woman of Rhoynish, or perhaps Sarnori descent - didn't look convinced. She was tall for a woman, a good head above Daenys’ 5 feet. She was neither the prettiest nor the most prized slaves in her family’s possession, but Daenys loved her all the same.

“They aren’t, right now, but my La-,” Elaera eyes darted around, wary of being overheard. “Daenys. You know how sudden they can be! What if a seizure grips you? What if-”

Daenys was getting tired of this argument. She did not want to resort to this, not with Elaera, who, after her ‘talent’ manifested itself for the first time, was more of a parent to her than her own blood mother.

But she was running out of time.

She was sure of it.

They were arriving today.

“Elaera. I do not need the opinions of a slave. Leave me and do not return unless you are called for.” Daenys said in her coldest tone.

It hurt.

It pained her so much to see the hurt in Elaera’s eyes, be quickly smothered by the subservience her family whipped and burned into all of their slaves. Elaera gave her a deep bow and with a quiet ‘As you wish, my lady’ departed.

Daenys released a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.

As much as Daenys wished there was some other way, she couldn’t risk it. Not this day. Her dreams and visions….unless she missed something or misinterpreted an omen or two….

No. Daeny was correct. She had to be. Her whole family, cold and distant as it was, depended on it.

If Daenys were to break that barrier, she needed the help of the two otherworldly strangers she had been seeing lately. She didn’t know their names, or even what they looked like, for few things were as they seemed in her dreams. They could be monstrous demons of the deepest abyss or beautiful in a way impossible for mortals to comprehend.

Daenys didn’t know and she didn’t care. If they helped her, anything would be worth it. Then all of the pain and misery her talent caused her and her family....it would be all worth it.

Daenys had long known that a horrible doom was in her people’s future. The warning signs and dreadful omens were everywhere she looked, and sometimes she even caught glimpses of it in her visions.

Unfortunately the full picture remained beyond her. What would it be? What would cause it? How could it be averted? Daenys had no answers.

She did have the next best thing. A way to get the answers. Or at least Daenys hoped she did.

The strangers she had dreamt of - they were about to appear.

Daenys stared in wonder as the hearthfire and candlelight brightened, and gained new radiance, even as all the shadows darkened. Without warning, her hearthfire exploded in a shower of red and golden sparks, and two figures tumbled out of it, covered in soot but otherwise unharmed.

The man was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and muscles that were visible even underneath the odd cloak he was wearing. The first thing that caught Daenys’ attention about the woman was her long red hair that fell down in waves to her back. But what kept her looking were her gorgeous emerald eyes that regarded Daenys with amusement and an inappropriate sort of hunger.

Daenys blushed, not at all insulted by the interest. She would have been lying if she said she wasn’t likewise attracted to the pair.

But first, there were important matters to attend to.

Daenys opened her mouth, but found herself struggling for words.

Luckily, the strangers had no such issues.

XxXxX

The time jump dropped James and Lily off in a completely opposite environment. They went from Rhoynish struggling to survive, to a rich Valyrian household, surrounded by the kind of luxury that would have made even the snobbiest of purebloods green with envy.

From a confident ruler, to a delicious looking young woman, yet to have her first taste of carnal pleasure.

And what a maiden she was. Her hair of spun gold and silver fell to just below her neck. The girl’s face was more sweet than gorgeous, but when coupled with young ripe breasts hidden behind a thin silk dress and that innocent look of wonder on her face….

James didn’t need to speak with Lily or even look at her, to know what she was thinking. His wife always did enjoy watching him deflower pretty young maidens. Not that it was a great burden. He was getting harder just imagining those rosy lips wrapped around his cock, or moaning and thanking whatever gods she worshipped that fate crossed her path with theirs.

But there was no reason to rush things. They did just stumble out of thin air into this young woman’s chambers. She must have had so many questions. James sure had a few.

Good thing that Lily had badgered Nymeria into teaching them Valyrian. Rhoynish Princess had been reluctant, but few women could remain stubborn when faced with Lily’s convincing.

“Hello, my lady.” James gave the Valyrian girl his most charming smile, gratified to see her blush. “My name is James Potter, and this is my wife Lily.”

Lily barely waited for an introduction. Before either James or the lady could do anything, she stepped forward and planted a kiss on both of the lady's cheeks. The girl blushed prettily, but did not seem to be against such forwardness.

She smiled shyly, revealing teeth of purest white and spoke in a voice as sweet as love:

“My name is Daenys Targaryen and I need your help.”

Lily was about to say something, but James pointed at a bed.

“Perhaps, if this is to be a lengthy conversation we should sit down?” He suggested.

Daenys’ eyes darted from the large bed, to his face and then down at his pants where his growing bulge was plainly visible. Red flooded her ears, but before she could refuse, Lily grabbed her waist and dragged her to the bed.

“Lily must have really taken a liking to her.” James thought, amused, as he followed them. “I don’t remember the last time she was this forward.”

Once they were properly seated, with Daenys between Lily and James, the silver haired woman began her explanation.

XxXxX

“I am not sure how we can help you.” James said once Daenys finished her explanation. “Neither of us are seers.”

It was wild what this young woman was saying. Gods and visions...these were a far cry from the more utilitarian problems they had helped Nymeria with. James didn’t even know where to begin.

He gave Lily a questioning look.

“No. Though the Department does study prophecy, it was only tangentially relevant to my own work.” Lily paused, deep in thought. “Then again, perhaps we are overthinking.”

A wicked gleam sparked in her eyes.

“What do you mean?” Daenys asked.

“Whether by blessing or through natural ability, you have all the foretelling power you need.” Lily moved closer to Daenys, and put her hand on the girl’s cheek. “You just need some more magic to fuel it. Something that we can easily provide through a tantric ritual.”

Lily captured Daenys’ lips for a brief moment, stunning the young woman, before trailing shallow kisses down her neck .

“So, what do you think?” Lily asked quietly, her mouth still close to the smooth pale skin of Daenys’ neck.

The young woman shivered, flush with desire and shivering from the warm breath caressing her neck. She felt her nether lips moisten, her inner core apparently quite eager to know this married pair.

“Yes.” Daenys whispered and then let out a girlish squeal as James picked her up from his wife’s embrace.

He laid her on the bed, Daenys’ legs already parted, revealing to the man her maiden pussy. Her bunched up silken dress was no obstacle and after a quick wand flick it vanished entirely.

Daenys saw with wide eyes as James freed his massive throbbing cock. It was just so angry and swollen with blood, with veins running through its length and head that dripped with precum.

The young Valyrian maiden was relieved and disappointed when James didn’t just stick it in. Instead, he knelt between her thighs and after a quick cocky look at his wife, he started to lick her there.

“Aaa-Ooh.”

Daenys moaned and arched her back when James' powerful tongue found a particular pleasurable spot in her pussy. She couldn’t help but be embarrassed by all the juices she sprayed on her lover’s face.

Daenys didn’t worry for long, because James continued his oral ministrations, bringing her more and more pleasure.

And then Lily joined in.

“Shhh!” She whispered into Daenys’ ear. “Right now it’s all about you. Enjoy yourself and don’t worry about anything.”

Lily gently bit one of Daenys’ nipples and teased the other with her hand. The young maiden’s pussy gushed from new pleasure, finally lubricating it enough for James’ obscene breeding rod.

Daenys watched with no small amount of fear as James slapped his cock against her belly, putting into new light just how large it was.

The valyrian maiden swallowed nervously but nodded.

Lily lunged and quickly engulfed her husband’s dick with her tight wet throat, lubricating it to make upcoming deflowering easier.

Once she was done, James dick was dripping with Lily’s spit and slobber and ready for what was about to come.

He slowly eased his dick into Daenys’ pussy, as much as to let her get used to it, as because of the sheer tightness of it. Her cunt gripped his dick like a vice, making him move slowly.

Daenys whimpered as she felt an absolutely massive cock stretch her poor pussy. She almost cried out in pain, but Lily swallowed her exclamation by kissing Daenys, who melted into Lily’s embrace.

James stopped when his dick reached the entrance of the womb, still almost a third of his cock outside of Daenys’ pussy. He watched patiently as his wife and new lover made out. There was something endearing about it, the tenderness, the joy the two exuded when they explored each other’s mouths….

Everything about it only made James’ dick throb harder and swell to even bigger size.

Finally, the need for air prompted Lily and Daenys to break their kiss. Lily glanced at her husband’s face, straining not to give in to his animal instincts to rut and breed this fertile female.

Her hand slid down Daenys’ body, tracing her supple curves until they stopped above the womb. She wanted to feel it when it happened.

“Ready?” Lily asked Daenys, who nodded.

The pain at being penetrated had subsided, leaving only excitement all women felt when confronted with virile man about to fuck them raw.

“Ugh, fuck!” The once noble lady grunted like a lowborn bed slave. “Fuck. Fuck Mee!”

She whined needily when James pushed his hips back only to scream when he slammed his cock back in.

“Merlin’s balls, Daenys. You are moaning like crazy.” James smiled. “Doesn’t sound like something a noble lady of the Freehold should say.”

“It’s, ah, just your damn beastly cock is too good!” Daenys groaned, feeling the older man’s dick plant lewd kisses on the entrance to her womb. “I never thought - Agh!”

“Don’t tease her.” Lily said as she stroked Daenys’ hair, her gaze bound to the spot where James’ dick skewered their new lover.

James’ long strokes intensified as the coitus continued. His massive prick kept smashing into Daenys’ cervix, sending wave after wave of pleasure up the woman’s spine. Her pussy gripped onto his dick so tightly everytime he pulled it out.

Daenys had no choice but to cling tightly to her lover’s wife, due to the intensity of their rutting. She moaned every time James’ dick would kiss her cervix, a noblewoman-turned-married pair’s toy feeling a yearning in her womb for a good breeding.

She remained barely cognizant of the world around her, of her own identity or the goal of this coitus. All that was left was a woman revelling in the fulfillment of her primal purpose, that of procreation.

No, even less than that.

Daenys became a toy for two pervert’s amusement, a cum rag for as much of the stud’s cum as he was willing to grace her needy womb with.

A toy that was about to reach her orgasm.

“I, agh, am, guh, CUMMING!” Daenys squealed as the largest orgasm yet swept her away into the abyss of pure pleasure.

James grunted like a wild beast of his animagus form and with a one final push, broke past the cervix and came. Spurt after spurt of his ejaculate flooded the Targaryen womb, triggering a further orgasm from the poor former virgin.

It was at that moment, Lily’s hand, that had previously rested above Daenys’ womb, started to glow. Her magic was a medium between the raw primal power suffused into her husband’s seed and Daenys’ body and soul.

The instant the three components connected into a singular chain, Daenys’ eyes lit up with pure magic, her back arched and pure pleasure wracked her body - so different from all the previous times her visions came upon her.

She saw EVERYTHING.

Daenys saw Fourteen abandon her people and die, and their corpses crushing the Valyrian peninsula, killing everyone there. The Targaryen woman saw strange beasts and odder demons - every sin and every enemy Valyrians ever made, feasting on the corpses, each becoming more foul and wretched than the last.

And at last Daenys saw an answer to her question. There was a refuge for her family. Far away, in the westernmost outpost of the Freehold, next to the continent of Wolves and Stags, Lions and Falcons, where strange seven split gods were worshipped alongside nameless gods of the White Trees.

Then her vision changed as currents of time space quickened, unraveling to reveal her lovers.

Even in the grip of her vision, Daenys still blushed when she saw Lily and James traveling through time and space, seducing and fucking Targaryen after Targaryen woman.

It turned her on SO much to see others like her be made into whores for the married pair’s delight. Even though Daenys was saddened that this union was spent on fueling the vision and could not quicken her womb, she was glad to see that there would be plenty of silver-haired sluts more fortunate than their ancestors.

The sheer debauchery of James and Lily’s future was too hot. Another toe-curling orgasm hit Daenys, leaving her panting, tired and covered by a glistening sheen of sweat.

Lily and James watched with poorly hidden delight as Daenys regained her awareness. It was always fascinating to see deflowered maidens turn into women, whores ready to jump headfirst into filthier and filthier acts.

Daenys’ eyes were still half-lidded from sheer pleasure. She looked from Lily’s flushed face to James’ amused one. She felt his cock harden again in her pussy and quickly gripped the man with her legs.

She knew the two would depart very soon, destined to be flung from one moment of history to another, but who said there wasn’t enough time to change destiny just a little bit and get herself thoroughly bred and impregnated?

Daenys smiled, a slutty expression that would have never appeared on her face just a couple of hours prior.

“Again?”