Chapter 30: The Blackfyre

Winterfell

The lords of Winterfell were quite loud during the last feast at Winterfell, before they go back to their castles and gather their armies, and Hoster watched them all as he was sitting aside.

His health limited his feasting, but not the desire to secure the future of his House and of his heir.

His son-in-law was chatting with his brother Benjen, his nephew Robb, who was drinking and laughing with Lady Winifred, while his daughter Catelyn was at the lord's table, in a bad mood, and he needs to talk to her before he leaves.

Catelyn was in no mood to enjoy the feast, because there was nothing to celebrate considering that Ned denied her father his military support, but was only here to keep up the Lady of Winterfell's face.

Sansa wasn't here either. Her daughter locked herself in her room crying constantly about the situation in which she found herself. Her future destroyed, and the possibility of having children denied, and Catelyn really didn't know what to do to calm and comfort her about it.

Rickon was by now in his chambers sleeping, and Lady Alysane too retired before this feast ended.

Robb instead was talking and laughing with Lady Winifred, and she hoped that something will grow between them, and that he will forget the whore from Essos. He deserved far more a better woman than a bastard girl.

But when her gaze landed on Ned and Benjen laughing, Catelyn lost her temper, and left the room, heading for hers. The one of the Lady of Winterfell.

"Catelyn!" She heard her father's voice calling for her, and turning around, she saw him coming fast and breathing hard.

"Father, you should not strain yourself."

"We need to talk, daughter," he said, breathing hard, and she nodded, pointing her hand to her rooms.

Upon entering, the room was warm, and the fireplace lit, as well as the candles, recently lit. She filled two glasses of water, and then gave one to her father, saying, "I know what you want to talk about, Father. But you heard his answer during the meeting."

"Yes. But he gave that answer in front of the lords. Perhaps in privacy, to a loving wife, the answer may be different."

Catelyn took a sip of water to wash the taste of the wine in her mouth and throat, saying, "No, Ned is not like that. He will never go behind the backs of the lords. And besides, our relationship has cooled somewhat, and we've drifted far apart."

"You only have to spread your legs, daughter. And he will do what it is necessary. Whether your relationship is cold or not."

Catelyn sighing, nodded, taking another sip of water, knowing that there is no way to oppose her father. She will also have to prepare herself as best as she can for it, even though she knew he didn't stand a great chance of changing his mind, whether she opens her legs or not. There is more of a chance that the evening will end in a fiery speech.

" Good, my child. Tomorrow I'm leaving for Riverrun, and I hope you succeed in this regard. For all our sakes," her father said, kissing her forehead, adding, "Also, you should send a secret letter to this Targaryen boy that is your nephew, with our terms," and leaving the room.

Finishing the goblet of water, Catelyn, started to get ready, to go to Ned when the time will come.

After Ned left the feast, Benjen wasn't tired yet, and wanted to talk to a few lords regarding matters of marriage, and after taking a sip, he headed towards lord Gregor Forester.

"Lord forester," he greeted him.

"Ah, Lord Benjen," greet him the Lord of Ironwood.

"May I have a moment with you. I would like to discuss a very important matter."

"Of course, my lord." And they moved away from the other loudly lords. "What is it about?"

"Marriage proposal," said Benjen taking a sip. "Between my heir, Rickard, and your daughter, Lady Talia."

"Talia is only ten, my lord. She is still young for that, and anyway, she can't marry before her sister Mira."

"I'm not saying now, my lord. My son himself is still young. Only nine, but in a few years, I had hoped she could become his future wife," Benjen said.

"Of course. I will think about it," the Lord said, taking a sip from his own, before returning to the feast, and Benjen, after finishing his goblet headed to his chambers.

Entering, he saw Alysanne at the table with the mirror, brushing her hairs, and already in her nightdress. And when she saw him in the mirror, smiled.

"The children?" he asked, heading towards the bed and sitting down. He felt he was a bit drunk, and that made him arousal.

"Fastly asleep," she said, putting down the brush, and getting up, approaching him. "So, I presume you speak with Lord Forester."

"Yes. He said he will, think," Benjen said, grabbing Alysanne's hand, and dragging towards him, making her yelp and fall on him, and giggle.

They were looking at each other for a moment, and brushing some locks from her face, Benjen kissed her, slowly. She placed her fingers on his jaws as they were kissing, and Benjen felt himself grow harder.

"I want you," he said, groaning between the kisses, before deeping it, making her lean on her back.

"I want you too," she said, starting to unbutton his tunic, as he was using her night gone. Fortunately, that the feast is still going, and their noises will hide their moans.

Stopping from the kiss, Benjen rose on his knees, and pulled off her nightgown, leaving her bare to him. She was still the most beautiful woman, with her golden hairs, and the beautiful blue eyes.

"What is it?" she asked, smiling.

"Only admiring my beautiful wife," he said, looking at her with love and lust, before, throwing away his top shirt, and tunic and resuming the kiss.

The feast was still going on, but Ned had retired. He'd had enough of wine and food and laughter. Of course, the conversation with Benjen about the past and their nephew was the best part of the evening.

As he was looking out the window, Ned heard the door open, and glancing behind he saw his wife enter. She was wearing her nightgown and over it a light coat. Her red hairs were let freely, but brushed.

Ned knew why she had come. She wanted to try and convince him about sending troops to the Riverlands. But there was no way to convince him of that.

"Ned," she said softly, as she approached him, then wrapped her arms around his waist, now that he was facing her. "I'm tired of this coldness between us. of this distance between us. I want to go back to the way we were before the truth came out. Before all these misfortunes in our family happened."

He returned the hug, squeezing her tightly because he too missed her embrace, her love, and the warmth of her body next to him in the cold nights.

They stayed that way for a very long time, until he was the one to break the hug, and looking her in the eyes, Ned said, "I know why you have come, Cat, but I can't do that. I can't march south when an army of Wildings is marching on the wall. If the Night's Watch falls, they will invade the North and pillage every castle every village and it will not matter if we save the Riverlands, because our family will be doomed. Surrendered by enemies on every sides."

"But you will help your nephew to win the throne," Cat said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Why?"

"That's different, Cat," he said sighing. "Aenar will come with dragons and armies, and before I will march south, he may have conquered the Kingdom."

"But eve my house falls, every kingdom of Westeros except the North will be against him. And he won't win."

"No Cat. The decision is taken, and there is another reason why I don't want to march south is because Bolton will betray us there. At least at the wall we will have a common enemy and his betrayal won't come."

"You have no guarantee that he will go with you and not use this opportunity to attack and conquer Winterfell.

Maybe. Or maybe not," Ned said as he turned towards the window not wanting to continue the conversation.

He heard her sigh, then walking away, and glancing over his shoulder, he saw her head towards the bed, sitting on it, "What do we do with Sansa?"

"I don't know."

"She lost her appetite; she cries all the time. She's lost the will to live, Ned. She thinks that there is no future in this world for her-"

"Except the life of a whore. Being in a finest castle or in a brothel," Ned said, trying to swallow that though, and the day that he overheard the conversation she had with Robb.

"Ned?" he heard him call, and sighing, returned to his wife.

"I heard her saying that things to Robb, when he was sitting beside her," he said sitting on the bed. "But I will find her a good husband with a wealthy name. She will get better."

Catelyn started to cry silently, and Ned hugged her in a comforting way. They will pass these difficult times.

Runestone

It was the last night they were going to spend in Runestone, and also the last night of the vale party. At least for him, because he had no intention of returning to this place.

The king, as usual, was laughing, drinking, eating, and groping a servant girl, but sitting beside him, Tyrion heard Royce ask, "Your Grace, I have heard rumours of a break of friendship between you and Lord Stark. Are the rumours true?"

And Tyrion almost choked on his wine. That was such a delicate matter, and he was pulling it out, when the king was drunk.

So it was Tyrion who answered before the king, "His Grace and Lord Stark are in very good terms. Those rumours arose from a misunderstanding."

And Royce looked towards the king, who did not answer, but was fuming with rage as he drank one goblet of wine after another.

"What about the Targaryens? Is it true that he is the son of Lady Lyanna Stark and the Prince-"

"He is not the son of that damned rapist and my Lyanna!" roared the king, standing up and barely holding on, drawing also the attention of the present, who stopped from what they were doing and started looking at the king.

But Tyrion, glancing at the presents and trying to be as convincing as he could, said, "What the king meant to say was that the alleged Targaryen is actually the Beggar King. Who married his sister and hired the Golden Company."

The king grunts, but answered almost calmly, "Ned will fight with us when the Targaryen lands in Westeros. And I hope you will too."

"Of course we will, Your Grace," said Royce, seriously, and Tyrion doubted it, especially since the rumours were true, and the relationship between Ned Stark and Robert is far from friendly.

"Why everyone stopped! Go back to whatever you were doing and enjoy the damn feast!" roared the King, drawing another goblet of wine and laughing dragged the servant on his lap, starting to grope her again Saving the king's ass from every lord he insulted was such a struggle that he didn't even know why he was trying so hard considering that he was only the Master of Coin. His job was to count and safeguard the money of the crown, not to clean the king's shit. That was up to the Hand of the King.

"With your permission, Your Grace, may I retire?" asked Tyrion as he got down from his chair, and the king ignored him, being too busy with the servant girl. He needed a fuck to ease this headache that the King was giving. And the funny thing was that he wasn't even drunk beyond the point.

The next morning before leaving for Gulltown, Robert asked Royce and Hardyng to meet him in the great hall, and in the meantime, he drank more wine.

"Your Grace," the two Lords greeted him, and Robert swallowing the wine said, "We need to strengthen our alliance further."

"You have our full attention," Royce said, sitting in the chair.

"I'll get straight to the point. My daughter Myrcella will marry Lord Hardyng when she comes to age, and your daughter Ysilla will marry my brother, Renly, as soon as possible."

"You honour us, Your Grace," said Royce, while the damned Hardyng had a grin on his lips, for the news of who his betrothed would be, even though Myrcella was only 8 years old. He will have to wait another five before he marries her if he will be still alive. One thing was certain, Cersei would not agree with Myrcella's situation, but it was not for her to decide the fate of a princess.

"Good. Now it's time to leave. I expect your armies to be ready very soon," Robert said, rising to leave the room.

Casterly Rock

They had been on the road for almost a moon, mainly because of their slow pace with the carriage and because of the bad weather, and Cersei started to feel the weariness of this journey even though she was traveling in a carriage. And surely the tiredness was not caused by the journey itself, but by what she would find once it was over. Jaime's marriage to that whore Frey.

"I know what you're thinking. But it must be done to remove all doubt of your children, and keep the throne safe," said her father who sat in front of her. They had stopped for lunch and let the horses rest before continuing on to Castely rock, where they should arrive before nightfall.

"Why a Frey?" she asked, taking a long sip of wine.

"Because the Freys are the lords of the Pass, and he has a great army at his command."

"There are houses with an army greater than Frey's, and certainly with daughters much prettier than Frey."

"Yes. But none of them are the Lord of the Pass," said his father, as he finished eating. "When stark will march south, they will need to cross the trident. Walder Frey will seal the gates, giving us time to slaughter them."

"And Roslin Frey? Why did you choose her? Why not one more beautiful?"

"Roslin Frey is beautiful," said her father and that made her blood boil, and angry. Furious. So, getting up she started to move away from their retinue, to have some time alone for herself, and think.

When they reached Casterly Rock, it was already night, but nevertheless the people of the castle were awake, and in the streets, that were lightened by the torches of the city watch.

When her carriage stopped, Cersei knew that they reached the keep, and when the door was opened, she got down.

She started to look around this place that long time ago called home and that started to hate when she had been brought here and separated from Jaime and especially from her rightful place as wife of Rhaegar and as his Queen.

But at least this wasn't a cesspit and soon will become Joffrey's place to rule as Lord and as Warden of the West. Till he became king, of course. He should have been the firstborn, not Orys. She should have drunk moan tea at that moment, and not getting pregnant by Robert.

She saw her father being greeted with warmth by the members of the Household and by her brother. Jaime. Her eyes had finally sent to him. He was wearing a tunic with the colours of their House and the proud lion on the chest. His hairs were the same and so his face. Shave and clean. But it was the one standing next to him that Cersei hated the most. The Frey whores.

Cersei could see that she was a very young girl, maybe of the same age as Orys, with very white skin, a pretty face, but a small chin, delicate nose, and big brown eyes. Between her teeth, she has a small gap, and Cersei hopped that the girl will never smile.

"Your grace," greeted her the girl with a curtsey.

"Lady…. Roslin, isn't it?"

"Yes, your grace," the girl smiled, and Cersei already wanted to strangle her. But she turned her attention to Jaime, saying, "Good to see you again, brother." Kissing him on the cheeks even though she would rather have his cock inside her.

"Your grace," he said, greeting her with his usual smirk, before heading inside the keep and retire for the night. Even though she had other intentions.

After getting ready, and knowing that everyone was fast asleep, Cersei, through the secret passage she had known since she was a child, and knowing that it was leading to Jaime's room, left her room.

When she arrived there, opening the creaking door slowly, Cersei saw that the room was dark, and the heat was fading.

Closing the secret door in the wall, Cersei made her way to the bed tiptoeing, and once there she stopped to look at him for a moment. He was still handsome even when he was asleep. His hair had grown, and Cersei noticed that he had not shaved for quite long.

Running her eyes up and down on his body, she saw that he was half-naked and the shits covering till above his hips.

For a moment she stayed that way, only admiring him, but then, biting her lips, she tried to touch him, and helpfully turn him around, without waking him.

But the plan didn't work, and Jaime grabbed her hand immediately and getting up.

"What are you doing here?" he asked angrily, and clearly struggling his voice that way and for sure, not take her right there.

But she didn't respond, climbing on the bed and trying to free her hand, but Jaime didn't let her go, and asked again, "What are you doing here, Cersei?"

"You know why I'm here. I want to talk," she said, smirking even though it wasn't the truth. "I want to talk about our son." Then she tried to touch his cheek. "And about us."

"Joffrey is fucked. He is cruel he is evil he is dangerous. He can't be controlled, and soon or later he will do something stupid," Jaime said, and hearing him talk like that about their son made her angry, and with the other hand, she tried to hit him. "How dare you said those things about our boy."

He let her hand go and, with the other caressed his check, that's for sure was starting to get red, even though it couldn't be seen in the darkness.

"He tried to reap Roslin a few days ago," said Jaime, raising his voice, and that didn't surprise. "She is a whore."

"She a good girl, that deserves better than some monster like us," he said grabbing her neck. "Because that is what you made me. An obsessive monster, that always wakes up when you are around." Clashing his lips with her in a heated kiss, before depending it, making her fall on the back.

Their tongues were battling for control, as he was running his hand on her body, making her moan, before starting to lift her dress up.

She was soaked between the legs, and he was fully necked and hard. With one powerful thrust, Jaime entered her.

"You're a hateful woman. Why have the gods made me love a hateful woman?" Jaime said as he was thrusting in her, hard and fast, and biting her neck.

Cersei moaned loudly, making sure that everyone in the castle hears her, especially that Frey whore.

It was mid-morning when Jaime heard a knock on his door and felt a warm body hugging him. Pulling her arm away, he got up to open it, seeing that it was a guard.

"Lord Tywin asked your presence in the Lord's office," said the man, and Jaime nodded, closing the door, sighing.

He heard the woman with whom he slept tonight, moaning and asking, "Are you still going to marry that whore?"

"Rosline is not a whore," said Jaime, returning to bed and sitting down. "She's a good, sweet girl. And she doesn't deserve your hatred or my infidelity."

"I call her how I want," she said, getting up in a sitting position, revealing her perfect body, that made him go mad since they were children.

"Our father has asked me to join him in the lord's office," he said, but she ignored him, climbing on his lap, before sliding on his cock, making him groan. Gods it felt like home, her cunt around his cock, and she started to move and rock.

"I need...to... get...dressed..." he said between kisses, but she didn't stop him, and pushing him down, Cersei started to ride him, as he was squeezing her hips, thighs and watch her beautiful breasts jump. One last time he told himself. One last time.

An hour later…

Upon entering the Lord's office, Jaime heard his father say, "You're late." While he was writing something.

"Yes. Sorry, Father. It's been a very rough night," he said, trying to be as serious as possible, without blushing and feel ashamed, because that shouldn't have happened. But Cersei always brings out the worst in him.

"Forget about that. There are many more important things than your nights of pleasure. Soon war will break out in Westeros. Our enemies are quite strong, which is why we must strike first."

"I thought we already started. With the Reach and Dorne. What do you have in mind?" Jaime asked, sitting on one of the chairs in front of his father, who was finishing, waxing the letter to put the seal.

After he blew it out, put it aside, and took another sheet, he said, "Hoster Tully is in Winterfell right now, trying to convince Ned Stark to march south with his army."

"And I bet he found an icy wall in front of him with the cold northern welcome," chuckled Jaime. He tasted the cold welcome and temperament of the northern men, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Ned Stark will march to the Wall and he informed the North that the Targaryen boy from Essos is his nephew," his father said as he wrote something.

"So the stories are true. The son of Prince Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark, commander of the Golden Company. The Dragon and all the others."

"Maybe. But he can't hurt us if he doesn't have ships," his father said, signing the parchment, and then set it aside. "And my sources assure me he did not have enough ships to sail with the whole army."

"Anyway, for every battle that he fought, for every victory that he gains, his reputation will rise, and soon even our allies will side with him."

"Yes. They can try, and they will regret it."

"Orys sent an assassin to kill the boy," said Jaime, getting up to fetch the scroll that informed him of it.

"He's just a silly young boy, who thinks that a mere assassin could be enough," said his father, setting aside the scroll. "Returning to the matter regarding the Riverlands."

I will send Clegane to ride the Riverlands as a common brigand and start the chaos in that land. After that, you will descend on the Riverlands at the head of an army of fifteen thousand men and will attack the Gold Tooth."

"And who will rule the Riverlands when House Tully will be destroyed?" Jaime asked, even though he already knows the response of that.

"I'm sure he does. But no. It will be one of your sons with Roslin. But until then Tyrion will rule the Riverland."

"Tyrion?" Jaime asked, almost cocking on his wine not expecting that turn. Coughing for a moment he asked, "And why Tyrion."

"I will not deny that he has the right mind to rule a land and run a castle, and of course he is still bitter regarding not getting Casterly Rock."

"Of course he is. Casterly Rock was his by right," said Jaime, taking another sip of wine.

"Well, now he will become a Lord of his own Castel. He will be the Lord of Harrhenal," said his father in a serious voice, and sipping from his wine.

"Harrhenal?" asked Jaime almost coking a second time. "Father. Harrhenal is cursed. I'm sure you can assigne-"

"I said he will be Lord of Harrhenal and that's what he will be. There is no room for debate," his father said, raising his voice, and Jaime shuts the mouth immediately, not wanting to enrage his father furthermore.

After some silence, he asked, looking straight at him, with his cold serious and calculate stare, "Do you have anything to do with Joffrey's disappearance?" his father asked, and Jaime knew it was time to tell the truth, but before he could answer, they were interrupted by Kevan, who walked in and said, "Daven is back and asks to see you.

"Send him here," said his father, getting up to fill some goblets.

After a while, they saw Daven Lannister come through the door, with a serious but rather tired expression, no doubt because of the journey.

"I hope you bring good news, Ser Daven," said his father, sitting down and giving him a goblet of wine.

"Yes, my lord," replied the man, taking a sip of wine. "Sunspear has been destroyed by Wildfire. Prince Doran was defeated, as well as the army that was reinforcing with their commanders. Ser Gerold Dayne, Cletus Yronwood, Ser Ryon Allyrion, and many others. The mercenaries fell upon them in the middle of the night, and after that adorned the destroyed walls of Sunspear with the heads of the Dornish Lords."

"Good," said his father sipping.

"How can that be good, father? Tommen is at Yronwood," said Jaime worried for his little son. He was shy, and good and gentle and he was only seven.

"Nothing will happen to him. Yronwood will never know it was us, and then once our war is over, we'll kill Anders too."

Jaime didn't like to play such a dangerous game that could endanger his son, especially considering that the future is never certain otherwise Rhaegar Targaryen would have known that he would be defeated, and his family wiped out.

Anyway, we don't need to worry about that now, the only things that matter are the Riverlands," his father said. "You may go, Ser Daven. You too, Jaime."

Jaime nodded, getting up, and leaving the room, heading to the training yard. He needs to release some tension and there were only two ways for him to do that. Fuck and fight. And he really didn't want to make the mistake of this night. So better choose the fight. After all, soon war will break out.

Myr

Aenar was heading toward the dungeons of the palace, accompanied by Arthur, to speak with the man that attempted at his life during the tourney even though, he had a small idea of who the sender of such act is.

Upon entering, he saw some guards in there and Ethenaine coming towards him and greeting "Commander."

"Did the prisoner spoke?" Aenar asked.

"No, he did not. Despite the tortures, he says that he has nothing to lose anyway."

Aenar nodded and headed for the cell where the man was held. Upon entering he saw that he was on the ground in chains and the evident tortures on his body.

Leaning against the rails, he asked, "Who sent you?"

"Fuck you, bastard," said the man spitting, and Aenar started to laugh at the man's foolishness. "Soon you will die," the man added, coughing, "and your whores will be left alone in this world. They will be raped, beaten, and..."

Aenar lost his temper, and pinned the man against the wall, feeling that anger, that wrath and that strength, that he felt when he fought Euron, Drogo, and the night of the feast. And growling, he said, "Who sent you!"

He felt that the anger was taking over him, at the treat to his Danny and Rhae, and he was squeezing his neck even more.

"Your Grace," said Arthur, seeing that the prisoner was breathing hard, and Aenar did not stop. "Aenar!" Yet he did not stop. "Aenar!" he shouted, pulling him away, and the man fell to the ground coughing and breathing heavily. Arthur looked towards Aenar and saw the red eyes and the angry expression.

He began to take deep breaths, turning away, leaning against the rails and Arthur, leaning back whispered, "Breathe, boy. Think of Daenerys." Knowing that the princess was the only one who could calm him when he lost control.

The prisoner instead started laughing, saying, " Well, it seems the stories were true. You really are a monster."

Aenar, who had now calmed down by taking a breath, approached the man, and lowering himself, he said, "Monster you say, eh?" shaking his head, he stood up and with his arms behind his back he started walking back and forth, stopping and then saying, " You know? People like to invent monsters and monstrosities." Lowering himself so he can see the man in the eyes. "Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they kill a trapped fox with an axe or riddle the last existing creatures of this world with arrows and scorpions. They like to think that the White Walker invading a kingdom when winter hasn't come yet, are more monstrous than they are. They feel better then. They find it easier to live."

Artur was watching Aenar careful and he had a serious on his face, and then looking at the man, he could see that he was starting to get worry and almost trembling.

"Now. I'm gonna ask you again and I want the truth, or you're gonna suffer unimaginable tortures that the ones until now were just tingles."

The man did not answer, and Aenar grabbed him by the neck again, "Tell me!"

"Prince Orys," replied the man in a trembling voice, and in tears. "And Lord Varys."

Aenar, sighing stood up and fixing his tunic, said to Ethenaine, "Let it be a quick death. He has suffered enough."

"The man who pass the sentence should-"

But he didn't finish that Aenar with a swing of his sword with a turning, cut his head. "Done."

After cleaning his sword, Aenar said, " Come Arthur, we need to talk to the Blackfire." And they left the dungeons.

After lunch, Daenerys, her mother and Aenar escorted by Ser Barristan and Ser Arthur, were on their way to the room where Visenya Blackfire was.

She was very nervous about it, especially regarding what might happen if her husband got angry, or worse. But her mother kept reassuring her that her presence would calm his soul and temperament.

Daenerys wondered if that same darkness, that takes control of him was also inside her, considering that according to Arthur this started only after their visit to Old Valyria, and considering that she herself had been there a short time ago, she was afraid that in the future she might lose control too.

Upon entering she saw that Visenya was sitting on the bed, tending her sword, and when she saw them, she grinned and put it aside.

"Does she have permission to hold a sword?" asked Daenerys whispering to Aenar, and he nodded, saying, "It was to test her."

"I wondered when you would have finally come to visit me," she said, only to add with a mocking bow, "Your Grace."

Aenar did not answer, heading towards the table to get them some chairs.

It was instead his mother, sitting on the bed, who said, "The king is sorry for losing control that night, and for locking you up here, even though the truth is that you are not a prisoner."

"I'm not a prisoner. Yes. And you are here to hear my story, I bet. Isn't that right, Commander?"

He did not respond, taking a sip of wine from the goblet he had filled just before.

"What if it was poisoned?" said Visenya grinning, but Daenerys ignoring her, approached her husband, and placing his hand on her face, whispered, "It was your idea to talk to her and listen to her. So listen to her."

He took a sip, and sighing, nodded, approaching with the chair, for her it seems.

"We are listening to you, Visenya," she said, sitting, and feeling Aenar's hand on her shoulder.

Visenya looked at them all for a moment before she took a breath and began. "My parents were brother and sister just like yours," looking towards her, and Daenerys glanced at her mother who looked down for a brief moment. "My grandparents, on the other hand. That was another story."

Aenar walked away for a moment and filled goblets of wine, and then brought them to Visenya, but not to her because she was pregnant.

After taking a sip, Visenya continued, "My grandmother was a Blackfire whore in the pleasure houses of Lys. My grandfather instead was Maegor, son of Aerion, of House Targaryen."

And Daenerys did not understand who the mentioned man was, but seeing the surprised faces of her mother, Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan, she understood that he was someone important, so, clearing her throat she asked, "Who was Maegor?".

"As said, he was the son of Aerion, and was to become the next king of Westeros, before the Great Council chose my grandfather Aegon as king of the Seven Kingdoms," said her mother, and then turned her attention back to Visenya.

"Indeed. And in fact, his mother ran away with him to Essos, knowing perfectly well that your dear grandfather's supporters would kill him. He formed a small fortune over the years, thanks to his services as a mercenary in the most important companies of Esso, protecting important merchants, until he visited the brothel where my grandmother worked and he bought her, and then freed her." She stopped again for a moment and Daenerys glanced up at Aenar, who was listening carefully to her story, and so was she.

"The two of them got married and moved to Lorath. My parents were born, and they married afterward too, cutting all the ties with Westeros," Visenya said. "Then my brother, Haegon, and I, were born. We lived a happy life until your husband sent assassins to Lorath. They killed my whole family, destroyed our home, and took our wealth created with sacrifice. I was only thirteen!" spat the woman, tears in her eyes, and was breathing fast.

Daenerys felt ashamed for what her father did, and also guilty, but Aenar squeezed her shoulder in reassurance.

"Fortunately, my brother and I were able to escape and hide in the free cities of Essos, away from the eyes of the monster who sat on the Iron throne."

Her father caused so much death and suffering to everyone, and in his madness, he saw enemies everywhere and created new enemies.

She glanced at her mother again, who was looking down, for sure some bad memories had been brought afloat.

"When we settled in Lys I-"

"Why Blackfyre and not Targaryen?" asked her husband, interrupting her, and the woman looking at him, with a serious tone, said, "Why should I bear the name of the family that destroyed mine? Even my father despised you, despite being one of yours."

Fair point, Daenerys thought. She herself would have done the same thing if she was in the same situation.

"But as I was saying, when we settled in Lys, I thought that I will finally have a peaceful life. I and my brother got married, and soon I was expecting our firstborn child," she said, stopping for a moment, and Daenerys saw tears falling from her eyes, before cleaning them and continuing. "But nothing lasts forever, and I soon found out that my life will be far than peaceful. The Mad King sent assassins, again, and they killed my brother when he tried to protect me and buy me time to escape. I lost my baby when I became a rat of the street. I was raped and beaten, countless of time. Then I was sold to the Pleasure houses. Forced to lie with men twice my age, that were vicious, wicked, and cruel. And many of them call themselves Knights and Lords and Princes."

The woman stopped abruptly squeezing her eyes and taking a long sip of wine.

She had suffered so much in her life, and hearing her story made her realize one thing. If Aenar hadn't come to save her and her mother from Viserys' claw, she would have ended like her. Married to a brute man, twice her age, and that would have raped her.

"Visenya-"

"I had been sold to an old Magister, that had freed me, but soon later he died. That was my possibility of escape despite having a broken body, and mind. I started to learn to fight, joined some minor companies, and using my only advantage over men. My body. And I lived that life till I meet Alyssa," the woman then got up and approached Aenar, who was standing next to her. She saw Ser Arthur approaching them too, with the hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Oh, don't worry Sword of the Morning. I had no intention to kill your pretty king," she said looking at Ser Arthur.

Then turning to Aenar, she said, "So you see, Targaryen. I have every reason to hate your family and make you suffer for making my life a living hell. But I don't hate you, because I know that from hate nothing good will come. This is something my family has learned very well."

With that, she moved on, heading towards the balcony that was there, while she looked towards Aenar, who drank all the contents of his goblet.

" So Aenar? What do you think? Is her story enough for you to trust her?" her mother asked.

"Trust? No. But she is not our enemy," he said, looking towards her. "And you Daenerys? What do you say about this?"

Swallowing, she replied, "If you would not have come to Pentos to save us, I would have become the wife of Khal Drogo, a man twice my age, who would have raped me every night. Visenya suffered that life and because of our family. I think that if she wanted to hurt us she would have done so by now because she has every reason to do so. But she didn't."

"Princess Daenerys is right, Your Grace," said Ser Barristan as he approached them. "If Visenya wanted to kill you, she would have done it by now. She has the skill and the loyalty of an army to do it."

"Considering that the opinion of the people I trust the most is almost the same, I think I must give her a chance," he said as he placed the goblet down, and Daenerys breathed a sigh of relief, hearing Ser Arthur ask, "I'm surprised you didn't ask Ashara's opinion on it."

"Whose suggestion do you think it was to listen to the Blackfire story," Aenar said as he made his way to the balcony, and Arthur chuckled.

She was in the training yard, with Nymeria next to her, practicing with the bow, and she was very good. She hit the head, she hit the chest, she hit the balls. Just how she wanted, but then she heard a strong voice say, "You are good, little wolf. But not as good as you think you are."

And turning around she saw that it was Black Balaq, the Capitan of the archers, and he was holding a longbow in his hands. He must have come to train the men, or maybe train himself, considering that he was injured some time ago.

She looked at him in confusion for a moment before replying, "Face, chest, balls. I hit them right where I wanted to."

"Aye, but you took your sweet time of it. You won't be fighting straw men, little lady," the men said, and her stomach turned at the title. "I'm not a lady."

The man chuckled, before replying, "In battle, men will run at you and you need to be fast. Just like with the sword, the same goes to the bow. Now. Show me your position."

Sighing, she pulls back the bow and Balaq corrects her form, for the right position.

"Keep your elbow high. You want your back doing the hard labour. You're holding. Never hold," he said, and she lowers the bow, confused at that.

"What do you mean?"

"Your muscles tense up when you hold. Pull the string back to the center of your chin and release. Never hold."

"But I have to aim."

"Never aim."

"Never aim?"

"Your eye knows where it wants the arrow to go. Trust your eye," Balaq said. "Look at these, he said, pulling immediately an arrow, and without much effort hitting the heart of the straw men.

"You are very good with the bow."

"Because of years of practice, my lady. And the people of the Summer Isle are very skillful archers."

"And Aenar? Is he good?"

"Yes. He is good. But not as good as he thinks he is," Balaq said, laughing, before resuming to teach her how to shoot better. And she was glad.

Ashara was watching Balaq and Arya interact near the straw men, and hitting it with the arrows, and then she heard a voice say, "Why are you always keeping an eye on her?"

"Because she is an important lady," said Ashara, and turning, she saw it was Lady Mellario of Norvos, the late Princess consort of Dorne. "And even if these men are loyal to Aenar, they are still men, with brutal instincts."

"I thought you hated the Starks," said the woman.

"And why should I? I was a mother to a half Stark; I was in love with a Stark. I recently met the heir to House Stark. Why should I hate them?"

"Because Eddard Stark broke your heart by marrying another woman."

Ashara burst out laughing, shaking her head, and putting her hand over her mouth, "Oh, my lady. That wound is long healed. And I have a new lover now. A man I love. Sure, he's a bit younger than me, but I love him. And I do not resent Ned Stark because I know he had no choice in the matter. He was in the middle of a war and that was a price to pay."

"I see. But there is more to why you' re keeping an eye on the girl, isn't it?"

"Yes. Because she's like her mother, and I don't want her to have the same fate," said Ashara.

After a little silence, Mellario said, "You know as well as I do that it was a mistake to marry the commander and the princess."

"And why would that be?"

"Incest is forbidden by the Septons, and in the eyes of the people. He would be more welcomed in the Seven Kingdoms and would have received more support from the people if he had a wife who was not of his family and who had lived all her life in Westeros."

"And I bet you think your daughter is that woman," said Ashara, looking at the woman for a moment before she looked back at Balaq, and Arya, to whom Daenerys had joined, while in the distance she saw Aenar chatting and laughing with his men before taking a training sword.

"Yes. Arianne is the most beautiful woman in Westeros. Smart, cunning, and fertile. She would give the king many children, and above all, she belongs to one of the oldest and most powerful families in Westeros," said Mellario, and Ashara had to admit that she was good with words but could not easily deceive her.

"The king had seen many beautiful women during his life in Essos, in the different cities, and yet none of them has ever caught his attention until he met Princess Daenerys. She is beautiful, intelligent, and also very clever. And the same can be said of Queen Rhaella, who I'm sure you've already guessed, will be his second wife."

"Lady Ashara-"

"Sunspear is destroyed, Lady Mellario. And your children are missing. Doran, Oberyn, and many others are dead."

She saw the breaking look on the woman's face and how tears were immediately streaming down, and she runs away, and Ashara after her. She will need to comfort the woman.

Rhaella had just bathed herself, and now she was drying her hair with a rag she had, although the hot weather in Essos was actually doing it by itself.

She was happy with how the conversation with the Blackfire went, even though it was more of a story than a conversation considering that it was mostly the Blackfire talking. And in addition to that, she was also proud of her daughter, who is not afraid to express her opinion as she was in the House of Illyrio.

When she was about to head for the balcony, Rhaella heard the door open, and saw Aenar enter, giving her a smile.

"Where is Dany? Still in the training yard?" she asked.

"No. He's with Alyssa and Arya," he said as he approached. "But she'll be here soon."

"What have you decided about Qarth?" she asked, but he did not answer, approaching in a predatory manner, and unbuttoning his tunic. "Ae-"

She couldn't finish that her grandson crushed his lips with hers, starting a very heated kiss, that ate her mouth and she granted his tongue access knowing that suit will be a lost battle to try to fight.

He started to move her backwords, as she started to undress him, and she felt also her very light dress fall, therefore leaving her naked.

The kiss slowed down, and when her legs hit the bed, and she fell on him, their kiss stopped, and she giggled.

He was on top of her now, and looking her in the eyes, caressing her cheeks, and she felt a shyness in that moment that, considering her experience, shouldn't be.

"What is it?" she asked smiling.

"Nothing," he said, bending down and resuming their kiss. She was running her hands through his curly hairs, and Aenar on the other hands, was caressing her side, and touching her breasts, squeezing them.

She could feel his hardness through the trousers against her thigh, and the great wetness between her legs.

Leaving her mouth, he started to leave a trail of kiss along her throat and to her breasts. Giving each of them the perfect amount of attention of licking and sucking and squeezing. Rhaella was moaning with closed mouth, even though it was damn hard to silence them.

Aenar's nose brushed through her downy, damp silver curls, inhaling sharply to take in the scent of her. And then glancing down, Rhaella looked down, seeing him start to place kisses all around her cunt.

"Aenaaar," Rhaella groaned in frustration. All she received was a small smile before he was placing kisses on one of her thighs and switching to the other. His lips left a trail of fire in its wake and Rhaella was squirming as his soft beard brushed against her thighs whilst his tongue finally slithered through her folds. Even though his mouth was finally on her cunt, he stubbornly didn't place his mouth on the one part of her she needed the most.

She thought that he would torture her some more, but thankfully his lips enclosed around her clit and sucked on it.

"AENAR! RIGHT FUCKING THERE!" she screamed. Her hands gripped his hair and she wrapped her legs around his shoulders, pushing his face between her wet legs, making him lick, suck and gently nibble her cunt. His tongue was bringing her very rapidly to her peak. Rhaella enjoyed watching him feast on her and it turned her on knowing just how much Aenar enjoyed having his face buried between her thighs, or between Daenerys' thighs.

Aenar added two fingers inside of her, the walls of her cunt tightly wrapping around his fingers. Rhaella gasped at the sudden feeling and she moaned throatily when Aenar's tongue flicked her clit. His fingers curled inside of her, earning him a sharp cry before he resumed pushing his fingers in and out of her as well as devouring her cunt with his mouth. A couple more flicks of his tongue sent her over the edge.

"Yes, yes, yes…FUCK GRANDSON!" she cried, as her thighs trembled, and her cunt tightened around his fingers.

Aenar lapped up all of her juices, making sure none of it went to waste. Her thighs were still shaking as she finally pushed Aenar's mouth away from her as the sensation got too intense. She saw for a moment his beard was slick with her release and she whimpered.

After that, she was breathing fast, and with one arm on her forehead, trying to return from the skies. His mouth was a gift from the gods, and she will never get tired of it.

Rhaella felt him starting to let wet kisses on her naked body, and the capture her lips in heath kiss, before starting to spread her legs wide, and he line up his cock with her cunt.

"Now. I'm going to fuck you so hard, grandmother, that you will remember till we meet again," Aenar said, and with one powerful thrust, he pushed his hard, thick length inside of her, making her gasp. She heard him groan at the feeling of her cunt snugly and tightly wrapping around his cock.

Wrapping her legs around him, her ankles hooking together against his arse, she pushed him further inside of her.

"Harder… Aenar…I want it harder," she said between gasps as his hips smacked against hers. Her lover tightened his grip on her waist, hard enough to leave marks, just like Aerys, long time ago did, but now, Rhaella didn't care, she just wanted him to keep fucking her fast.

He thrust into her with a greater force, causing Rhaella to shriek his name as well as pushing her hips back against his, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Her tits were jumping at the rhythm of his thrust and rising a bit with his knees, Aenar lifted one of her legs upon his shoulder, and teasingly kissing it, making her walls starting to clench even more around his big cock, and moan louder.

After a while, stopping for a moment, Aenar brought down her leg, before making her turn on the side, and thrust his cock enter her pussy again, and resuming the fast pace he was giving.

They were perfectly joined at that moment, and she lifted her tight a bit, feeling his hand came to her clit, and starting to stroke her fast, and at the same time thrust with his hips.

She was chanting his name every time Jon's thick cock plunged into her wet cunt.

"Aenar, Aenar, Aenar, Aenar, Aenar, AENAR! AENAR FUCK YES!"

And then, leaving her clit, Rhaella, felt his wet finger on her chin, and turning her before capturing her lips, and therefore, making her moan in his mouth.

She felt her cunt tightening around his cock before coming, and Aenar too started to slow his thrust. She knows that he was near the end too, and wanted to tell him to pull out, but couldn't. He was kissing her ferociously, and she had no more strength to push him away.

But then she felt him pull out immediately, rising up, and she saw her grandson push his cock in her mouth saying, "Finish me. I'm-"

But she didn't let him end that she starts to stroke him with her left hand, and in the meantime pass the tongue over his tip. After a few mere seconds, she felt his warm seed being shot inside her mouth, groaning, and she moaned, as she swallowed.

Then she finished him completely, and once he was soft, Aenar fell on his back on the back, breathing fast.

As she was breathing fast too, Rhaella lounging said, "You had never been so passionate. Is it because I'm leaving?"

"Gods…. No," he said, and Rhaella could see his chest rising up and down, fast. She crawled up to him, slowly, and then bending down, she kissed, as he was placing his hand on her rib cage, under the breast.

"Do you still have strength for latter, Commander," she said smirking. The sun hadn't set, and they'd already fucked.

"Of course I have, my love," he said eagerly, and deepening the kiss, making her fall on her back and laugh like a maiden, even though she wasn't.

After giving a smack to her ass, Aenar get up from the bed, and naked headed toward the table to pour himself some wine. He felt the sweet on his body and his wet curly dark hairs sticking on his neck.

"Not yet. Latter. For now, my throat had been wetted enough with your special gift," she said.

Turning and leaning against the table, he started to look at her. His grandmother. There were subtle differences between her and Daenerys. Rhaella's hair was a bit less straight, her eyes light blue instead of purple, but the two were largely identical. Two drops of water. They shared the same pale skin with an almost otherworldly glow. Their breasts not very small sat high on their chests and were capped by pale, pink nipples that almost blended in with the surrounding skin.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, smirking and biting her thumb that was on the lips.

"You. Your beautiful body," he said, taking a sip. "Your high breasts, your thigh cunt, that I can smell she is still wet."

Aenar said, and grinning, she got up to go to him, and once there, wrapping her arms around his neck, she started to kiss him, tasting the wine on his lips and on his tongue, as he was hugging her.

After a girlish conversation with Alyssa, about children and many more, Daenerys, accompanied by Ghost and escorted by Ser Barristan, headed for her room.

"Have you ever been to Qarth, Ser Barristan?" she asked as they were walking.

"No, Princess. But I hear it's a wonderful city."

"Someday I'd like to visit her," she said, having that woman's face fixed in her mind all the time. Of Shiera Seastar.

But shaking her head, she asked, "Tyrosh is a dangerous city. I remember Viserys telling me that unlike other cities, the population and slaves are more violent."

"Yes, they are, Your Grace. And they are also vain," said the old knight, chuckling.

"What do you mean?"

" That they are full of themselves and love to brag about their achievements. One example is Daario Naaharis."

"And have you ever met this...Daario Naaharis?" Daenerys asked, trying to pronounce the name as best as she could, even though she hated it. As well as the man who will oppose Aenar.

"No. I don't know him, but I hear he's a good swordsman."

"Better than Aenar?" she asked with her eyebrow raised, intrigued.

"No princess," replied the old knight chuckling. "No one is better than him. And I am sure he will only get better in the future. He is young, with a long life ahead of him. Just as you have."

Daenerys giggled as she walked on and on, and when she came to the door, she stopped and asked, "Will you protect my mother, Ser Barristan?"

" With my life," said the old knight with his hand on his heart.

"Thank you," she said, smiling and opening the door, being greeted by the laughter of her mother, who was lying on the bed with a goblet in her hand, naked and ankles up.

While her husband was leaning naked against the table with a goblet in his hand too, and his cock half hard.

Licking her lips, and grinning, Daenerys jokingly said, "I see you started without me, husband. I should be offended."

And she saw Ghost running fast towards the balcony.

"Don't worry, dear daughter. There's still time until dawn," said her mother, sipping from her goblet.

"I asked to bring the food here, and..."

"It's not food that I need to eat," said Daenerys to her husband, pulling down the straps of her dress revealing her naked body, and approaching him immediately, grabbing his jaws and crushing her lips with his. He was tasting of wine and of her mother juice as she could say, and Daenerys bits that her mother will taste of Aenar's cum.

They kissed for a long time, and Daenerys could feel his hand squeezing the cheeks of her ass, and smacking the lightly, making her moan.

Then she immediately got down on her knees, not breaking the eyes contact. He was looking at her with lust and desire.

With her hands on his thighs, Daenerys took his member in her warm mouth almost all, starting to move her head, and bring his cock to life.

Once he was fully hard, Daenerys pulled out, and started to stroke him fast, making him see the stars, before licking him, and taking him back in her warm mouth.

Aenar on the other hand brought his hand on her head, and caressed her silver-blonde hair, helping with the movement too.

Since the first time she had sucked him, Daenerys has improved a lot, becoming more confident and more bold on this. The goddess of sucking.

For a moment, as Daenerys was pleasuring him with her mouth, Aenar saw Rhaella stroking and fingering herself, as she was watching them.

Then closing his eyes again, he releases a groan as his cock was touching the back of her throat, making her gaga, and that caused him to grab hold of her head, and star to thrust fastly in her mouth, knowing perfectly that he won't last long, especially when she is gazing at him with that beautiful violet eyes.

After the minutes that felt like hours, Aenar with one last deep thrust, spilled the seed deep in her throat, with a loud groan, leaning then on the table, because his legs were giving up.

Then, swaying her hips, in a sensual way, Daenerys headed towards the bed, climbing on Rhaella, who was lying on her back.

Gods these two women are more dangerous than any battle he had fought and any sword he clashed. They will be his death.

Next Morning...

Daenerys awoke suddenly, breathing fast. This dream was one of the worst she'd ever had.

Looking next to her, she saw that her mother was sleeping peacefully, but her husband was not beside them. The rays of the sun began to come in and she slowly got up so as not to wake her mother, she headed for the balcony, all naked.

When she got there, she saw Aenar leaning against the railing, he too, all naked, and she stopped for a moment to admire his perfect ass almost carved by the gods.

She then began to get closer and closer, and he apparently didn't notice her until she was behind him and hugged him.

Giving him a kiss on the back, she rested her head on his back, feeling even the slow beat of his heart, until Aenar broke the silence saying, "I lost control again yesterday, Dany."

Swallowing, but not letting him go, she asked, "When?"

"In the prisons. With the assassin. "When he mentioned that he would hurt you and Rhae, I lost control..." She felt him tremble for a moment, and she held him even tighter to her, so much so that her tits hurt a bit.

"Shhh... nothing will happen to us. I will always be with you."

"Only your presence can soothe the beast that awakens within me. It is at the very thought of losing you-"

"You will never lose me," she said, placing her hand over his heart, and she felt him grab it and give a kiss.

They stayed like that for a moment, with the sea breeze touching their naked bodies. This moment also reminded her of the conversation with Alyssa about her passionate night with Robb and then the next morning when he took her from behind on the balcony and it aroused her for a moment, wanting to try it too.

Then, she began to slide her right hand free downwards, groping his carved abs, and reaching her destination.

His cock was already semi-hard, and when she put her hand on it, he groaned. "Dany-"

She began to caress him slowly by passing his hand over the tip, and feeling the precum coming out, then using it to numb his cock so that her hand would slide more easily, although the truth was that she will have to use something else soon.

"You like this, husband?" she whispered.

"Yes..." he moaned, "Though I'd rather have something else wrapped around my cock."

"As you wish, my love," she said, turning him around, and wrapping her arms around his neck.

As they kissed, Daenerys felt his cock touch her now wet pussy, and his hands on her hips. But not wanting him to pick her up and take her somewhere, she broke the kiss and went down on her knees, coming face to face with his trembling cock, and giving him a long lick, from balls to tip. Then she started to give him a couple of slow strokes.

"Daenerys…gods…," he pleaded, and his voice coming out in almost a whimper.

She grinned, giving his cock a lick, paying special attention to the underside of the head. She sucked the head of his length into her mouth, sucking on it while running her tongue over it, using her hand to stroke the rest of his cock.

Aenar's hands tangled themselves in her hair and began to play with it and he couldn't control the bucking of his hips into her mouth, trying to get more of him inside her. "Dany…oh…"

She started to take more and more of him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. She breathed through her nose, just holding him in her warm, wet mouth, his cock getting soaked in her saliva.

She started to increase the rhythm of the movement of her head, giving his cock a couple licks before taking him back in her mouth and beginning to bob her head faster and faster.

She knows that at this pace he won't last long, because with her mouth around his cock he never lasts that much as when they fuck. And the same can be said for her when his mouth is on her cunt.

"Gods, Dany…I'm gonna…" Aenar said, before she took him deep into her mouth as she could. With a moan, he started unloading in her mouth and she set to work on swallowing everything he was giving to her, trying to resist the urge to cough from the sensation.

Once he was finished, she gave his cock a gentle squeeze to get any drops out, and she sucked on the head to gather it all up. Aenar untangled himself from her hair and she gave his cock a couple more licks to clean him up.

Getting up, she locked her lips with his in a passionate kiss, before he made her turn with her back against his chest, and Daenerys tilting her head, keep kissing her.

After a few seconds, Aenar pushed her against the railing, making her yelp in pleasure, before, spreading her legs and place his hand on her trembling pussy.

"Gods you are so wet, my love," he said, starting to stroke her slowly, and the sudden hand on her sex made her gas, and arc her back.

Aenar increases the speed of his strokes, whispering her lovely words, before bending down and start to lick her, making her gasp and moan for the sensation.

He kept licking and thrusting his finger in her adding, slowly another one, and Daenerys felt that her climax was reaching her climax.

"Jaes…. Aenar…. Iksan māzis," she moaned biting her lips and feeling her release. But despite that, her husband didn't stop feasting on her cunt, which made her legs tremble and almost give up.

After the minutes that felt hours, Aenar stopped, and started to leave a trail of kisses, and whispering to her butt, "Nyke jorrāelagon aōha gundja." Before hugging her tightly, and she felt his cock between the cheeks of her ass.

She was still leaning on the stone railing of the balcony, breathing fast. His mouth brings always her on the edge, and then without even give her time to recover her natural breath, he pushed his cock into her.

Daenerys pushed back her arse back each time Aenar thrust into her. She was panting heavily as she enjoyed the feeling of him taking her from behind.

Their hips smacked together as Aenar thrust into her deeply, filling her up with his cock. "Urghh, Aenar just like that…" Dany moaned, lowering one hand to rub her clit as Aenar pounded her cunt. "FUCK!" she cried when he buried the entirety of his cock inside of her and Dany rubbed her clit even quicker in the hopes of finding her release.

She felt him, placing kisses down her back as the speed in which he was fucking her slowed down. His lips pressed against her soft, but she didn't want softness.

"Faster, Aenar! I want you to fuck me faster and harder!" Dany exclaimed. A sharp snap of his hips had her crying out in pleasure once again. Her arse shook as he thrust into her deeply. He obliged to her wishes and began to fuck her as hard and as fast he could.

"Dany!" Aenar grunted as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, but she didn't care. "Oh gods…fuck Aenar…Oh FUCK!" she yelled as Jon continued to pound into her wet cunt. Daenerys felt one of Jon's hands join her at her clit and their combined hands worked on her clit, bringing her ever closer to her climax, that she lost count times. The nonstop sound of the flesh of her arse slapping against Jon nearly had her fall over the edge, but a second later, she did when Jon pinched her clit.

"AENAAR!" she wailed as her thighs trembled and her cunt quivered around Jon's cock. "OH FUCK YES!" Her cunt tightened around his cock and Daenerys let out another moan as she experienced wave after wave of pleasure. Jon gave her shallow thrusts as she came down from her climax, although her thighs still trembled a little, and only his strong arms were keeping her from collapsing on the stoned floor.

And then with a loud groan and a last powerful thrust he spilled deep inside her, before leaning his head on her back and her arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

Her tits were hanging as she was resting her head on the railing, and his cock was softening inside her.

"We need to make breakfast, bath, and then say our farewells to Rhae. She soon will leave for Tyrosh.

An hour later...

They were at the harbour of the city. The ship was ready to take Asher, Ser Barristan, and Rhaella to Tyrosh. With Asher, there was another woman. She was taller than all of them, with a scar on her left side of the face.

Daenerys was the first one to say farewell to Rhaella, hugging her tightly, and she was crying silently because her body was trembling.

Aenar on the other hand. Walking a few steps away with Asher, said, "Listen up very carefully. If you do something that will put Rhaella in danger, or if even one hair from her had is lost, or a scratch on her skin, you are fucked. I will kill you in a very slow way before I burn you with dragon fire. Did you understand?"

Swallowing, the man nodded and after patting him on the back, Aenar returned to his women.

Daenerys and Rhaella finally parted away, despite still being in tears and it came Aenar's turn.

Grabbing her by the waist, Aenar collides her body with his, and clashed his lips with her, making her moan.

They kissed for a very long moment before they broke for air, and Rhaella, saying breathing fast, "We should stop before I decide to drag you to the ship with me and fuck you till Tyrosh."

Aenar chuckled, then nodding to Arthur. "I have a little gift for you, my love," he said taking the object from Arthur.

This is a dagger of valyrian steal with a dragon bone handle, that I made for you."

"Aenar...I...I don't know what to say," she said almost speechless.

"Now you need to go, Rhae," he said, giving her one last kiss, and after she kissed Daenerys too, Rhaella and her three companions headed to the ship.

"Don't worry Dany. You won't be apart for too long," Aenar said hugging her, and kissing her, as they were seeing the ship sail in the distance.