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Alex Pettyfer as Tar-Rhaegar I Targaryen, King of Westeros

Millie Brady as Lyanna Stark, Queen of Westeros

Adelaide Kane as Rhaenys Targaryen, Princess of Westeros

Kit Harrigton as Aemon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone

Milly Alcock as Visenya Targaryen, Princess of Westeros

Matt Smith as Daeron Targaryen, Prince of Summerhall

Viva Bianca as Lynessa Hightower, Princess of Summerhall

Harry Lloyd as Viserys Targaryen, the youngest of Tar-Aerys's sons

Emilia Clarke as Daenerys Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone

Charlize Theron as Rhaella Targaryen, Queen dowager

Peter Vaughan as Grand maester Aemon Targaryen, formerly a maester sworn to the Night's Watch, currently a Grand Maester serving on the Small Council of King Tar-Rhaegar I Targaryen

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Aemon woke up to Dany smiling face above him. Her long, flowing, silver-gold hair was in disarray as always after the night's fucking.

"Husband, how did you like last night?" she asked, drawing circles on his bare chest with her fingers.

Aemon daydreamed, remembering the previous night. His lovely wife gave him quite a surprise as she waited for him in their chamber in the Sea Dragon Tower with her grandmother Rhaella, both wearing silver necklaces studded with amethysts that brought out the color of their eyes and nothing else. While Dany was short, with small breasts and a shapely ass that you couldn't take your eyes off, her mother was tall, with large breasts and a thicc ass that jiggled with every step she took. Even though she was fifty, she looked younger than she looked.

Oh, he remembered fucking them both all night long, starting with Dany and Rhaell sucking his big cock, of which his dear grandmother managed to take almost all of it while his wife only managed to take half of it.
They took turns sucking his cock and Dany sucked his balls as grandmother licked and sucked the head of his cock before taking much more down her throat. It was hard not to cum then as his wife-aunt and grandmother sucked his cock like professional whores from King's Landing. As Dany half-sucked his cock and Rhaella sucked his balls, he felt like he could die happy, with his cock in his wife's mouth and his balls in his grandmother mouth.

Fortunately, however, he did not die, but only ejaculated copiously down Dany's throat, and she managed to swallow most of it. His slightly limp cock became rock hard again as Rhaella exchanged steamy kisses with Dany, collecting as much of his cum as possible.

"My grandson tastes so good," she then said, and mounted his cock before Dany could get there first.

"Fuck, you're bigger than Aerys. I feel like you're tearing me in half with your horse cock, Aemon," she said, getting used to his size.He stared at her large breasts, which showed little sign of sagging as Grandmother rode his cock.

"Do you like granny breasts, Aemon?" Rhaella asked coquettishly. "Then take them and suck them, they're yours."

He didn't need to be told twice. He quickly buried his face between Grandma's tits, licking and sucking on her little pink nipples to the accompaniment of Rhaella's moans.

"Oh yes, Aemon, oh yes. Your cock stretches me so wonderfully. And your tongue works real magic. Don't stop!" Rhaella moaned as she rode his cock. He wasn't going to stop until his passionate grandmother ejaculated, repeatedly, on his cock.

Mom! I was supposed to ride my husband's cock first," Dany said.

"Sorry, daughter, but it's hard to hold back that big cock. I had to ride him like a stud. Aemon, fuck yes, fuck me with your cock," Rhaella moaned as he sucked on one of her nipples and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock.

"Oh, oh, yes, harder, Dany," Rhaella moaned, still riding his cock. It took Aemon a while to realize that Daenerys was patting her grandmother's butt. Maybe she was hoping Rhaella would get off of him. If so, she miscalculated because it only made his grandmother more excited.

"I can see that my slutty mother is turned on by her dear daughter slapping her ass while she brazenly rides her husband's cock, which is her grandson. Let's see if you like having a finger in your ass," Dany said. She dripped saliva on her middle finger and inserted it into her grandmother's ass. Rhaella moaned even louder at this.

"Fuck, yes, Dany. Fuck your mother's ass while your handsome husband fucks my pussy," she moaned.

Aemon couldn't worry too much about it, busy feasting on the ample breasts of his beautiful grandmother, who suddenly grabbed him by the hair, holding him to her breasts.

“You must continue to suck them, my handsome grandson. You glanced at them often, thinking I didn't see your interest. How often have you fantasized about fucking your single grandma with that big monster cock?” Rhaella asked and he could see lust in her purple eyes.

Aemon did not answer this question, although in truth he had fantasized many times about his grandmother, as well as about Joanne Lannister, wife of Tywin Lannister, the King's Hand, best friend of Rhaella's grandmother, and the sensual Taena, who had come from native Myr as his grandmother's lady-in-waiting before a few years when his father hosted the magisters of Myr and Taena's father was one of them. He would have to suggest to Dany to take them both to their bed and give them the time of their lives.

At that moment, Aemon felt that he was about to cum and that he was going to cum profusely in his grandmother's pussy. He hungrily sucked on one nipple and then the other, alternately feasting on Rhaella's breasts while his grandmother bounced constantly on his huge cock and Dany fingered her asshole.

“Fuck, I'm cumming!” he moaned and ejaculated in Rhaella's pussy.

“Ohhh, yes, breed your grandmother, Aemon. Let me empty your fat balls full of cum” she said.

“There better be enough left for me, too, Mom,” Daenerys interjected.

Aemon saw Grandmother get off his cock. His cum was leaking from her freshly fucked pussy.

“I haven't fucked as good as I did with you in a long time, Aemon. "My sweet Bonifer is gentle with me in bed, but he has none of the Targaryen passion and fire that you have," Rhaella said.

It was then that Aemon had the thought of having Ser Bonifer Hasty stand outside his chamber door while he fucked his beautiful grandmother until she was exhausted. The old bastard would probably get hard hearing Rhaell moan and having to listen to another man fuck her.

He was then distracted from these thoughts by Daenerys, who leaned over him and kissed him passionately on the lips. Aemon eagerly kissed her back, sticking his tongue down her throat. Tongue kissing was his favorite and he had to use it on his beautiful grandmother as well. Dany did not want to give him the field easily in their linguistic battle, where they crossed their tongues like knights crossed their swords in duels, but it was he who won the victory.

“You use your tongue as skillfully as you use your sword, husband,” Dany said, emphasizing the word husband with delight.

Aemon hugged her, smiling at her.

“After all, I have to please my lovely wife,” he replied.

He quickly flipped Dany over so that he was on top and his wife was below him. And as his grandma came, he fucked her roughly and Dany moaned loudly, demanding more.

“HARDER, AEMON. FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK, HUSBAND!” she screamed and Aemon had no choice but to fulfill his dear wife's wish.

He sucked on his wife's breasts, which, while not as large as his beautiful grandmother's breasts, were still more than a handful. He felt Dany hand tighten in his hair, pressing him to her breast.

“Oh yes, suck them, Aemon. I love it when you feast on my breasts, husband,” she moaned.

He felt her legs wrap around his hips, keeping him from moving until he came inside her and filled her pussy with his cum.

Finally, with a loud moan, he came, filling Dana's pussy with copious amounts of his cum.

When he took his cock out of her, some of his cum leaked out of her pussy.

"Grandmother, clean my wife, your daughter's pussy of my cum," Aemon ordered and Rhaella eagerly complied with his wish.

He watched as she knelt between Dany legs and used her tongue to slowly and efficiently clean his wife's pussy, eating out the excess of his cum. Dany moaned with every movement of her mother's tongue.

Then, as he remembered from that night, he took his beautiful grandmother like a wolf fucks his bitch. He fucked Rhaell's ass roughly, pulling on her long silver-gold hair while his wife came from fucking it. He had the feeling that everyone on Dragonstone must have heard his grandmother's moans and screams, but he didn't care. When he finished, he knew that grandma wouldn't be able to sit comfortably on her ass tomorrow.

After that, he did the same to Dany, fucking her gorgeous ass to the accompaniment of her moans and demands for him to fuck her harder. That night he had his wife and his grandmothers in all the ways a man could have a woman. And he enjoyed every minute of fucking these silver-haired beauties.

“She was great, Dany. The last thing I expected was to be fucking you and Grandmother Rhaella all night long,” Aemon replied, looking thoughtfully at his wife.

“You know how much I love my mother and I have seen you look at her many times. She was eager for you too. I'd love to do it again with you or my mother. Or maybe you want to fuck Tywin Lannister's wife? He hasn't touched her in years and Grandmother will definitely tell her how good you fuck. Or that voluptuous myrishwomen, Lady Taena. I've seen how often he undresses you with his eyes. Her mouth wrapped around your big cock, your face buried in her big tits, or you're fucking her ass in Aegon's garden. Or one of my ladies-in-waiting. The Manderly sisters often watch you, and Arianne's favorite thing to do is to tie you to the bed and fuck you into oblivion. We can always go to Dorne, her older sister and cousins will be happy to check if the prince of Dragonstone is really as great a man as they say," said Dany, kissing Aemon.

Aemon returned his wife's kiss. He felt something wet wrap around his cock, but he didn't care. He guessed who did it.

“What did I do to deserve such a wonderful wife?” he asked.

Dany giggled at that.

“Gods, Fate or Luck. "She chooses what you think is right, husband," she replied.

"Mhmm, your mother is sucking my cock right now," Aemon murmured and Dany lifted her fur, revealing Rhaella Targaryen in her naked glory, with his cock wrapped between her tits and his head in her mouth.

“Grandson, how do you like waking up like this with your grandmother sucking your big dragon cock like a tavern whore?” she asked, releasing his cock from her mouth.

“You can wake me up like that every day, Grandmother,” Aemon replied, moaning as Rhaella took his cock into her mouth again.

He didn't know how much time had passed as he passionately kissed his wife while Rhaella sucked his cock while moving her breasts along his shaft, but he finally felt like he couldn't take it anymore. Without warning Grandmother, he ejaculated in her mouth.
“You taste great as always, grandson,” she praised.

“Grandmother, you're going to lick Dany pussy while I fuck your ass,” Aemon said, getting up from the bed.

"After last night, I doubt I'll be able to sit on my ass properly tonight, but I'd love to feel your big cock again," Rhaella replied and rolled her daughter over, pressing her lips to hers. The sight of his grandmother kissing his wife, who was her daughter, was so erotic that his cock quickly became rock hard again.

He had a great view of her thicc ass that was just begging to be spanked.

Aemon wasted no time and positioned himself behind Rhaella's ass, having previously taken special oil from the Summer Isles. He poured it over his cock and Grandmother ass, then slowly inserted himself into it so Rhaella could get used to its size.

“FUCK, THIS COCK IS CUTTING ME IN HALF. DON’T YOU DARE INTERRUPT AEMON, I NEED YOUR COCK THERE!” Rhaella exclaimed, momentarily breaking from kissing Dany.

Aemon smiled at that. Before breakfast, he was going to make his grandma and wife cum on his cock repeatedly.

Meanwhile, far to the east, in Asshai

In recent days, as she stared into the glass candle every day, she always saw the same visions. White Shadows, flitting through the snow in a cold, hostile land, Black Shadows, riding on Winged Beasts, flitting across the sky, and behind him was darkness, so great and dark that it seemed as if there was nothing beyond it. No light, no life, no hope. Only emptiness, fear, hatred. A great, fiery eye without a lid, looking at them and radiating from it such malice, such hatred and lust for power that she almost fell back, paralyzed with fear.

But then a great, winged, white dragon soared in the sky, and great eagles flew at its side. And they drove away the Black Shadows, except for one who wore an iron crown. For he did not flee, but fought. However, the visions always ended before the fight was resolved. She didn't know the result or whether the white dragon won or lost. It didn't matter now, she had to return to Westeros and meet the king. She had to warn them about the threat that would come from the east. And from the north. For days, thick, black clouds had been rolling in from cursed Stygai.

They completely blocked out the sun so that Asshai was always dark, like a night that never ended. Black Riders often came from the cursed city. She didn't know who or what they were, but she felt like they were asking about her. One of her friends warned her to get away from Asshai as soon as possible because the Black Riders were asking about her.

“You don't want to meet them. They are terrible!” he said then.

That's why she decided to leave Asshai today. He will board the Setting Sun, a fast ship that sails to Quarth today. From there he will find a ship to Westeros. She had to hurry. She extinguished the glass candle, put everything she needed in her travel bag, put on a gray coat, pulled the hood up, and headed for the door.

Then she felt a twinge of fear she had never felt before. She didn't know where this feeling came from, but she was overcome with great fear. She had to run, quickly.
There was a loud bang on the door, which swayed under the heavy, dull impact.

"In the name of Mordor, open!" shouted a high, menacing voice.

She realized they had already found her. She knew that if she stayed, she would die or they would take her prisoner and then only the gods knew what they would do with her. She escaped through the back door, then down the street, running to the port. She had to escape from Asshai as quickly as possible.

The door in the house finally opened and nine black shadows jumped into the house. They quickly realized that their target had escaped them.

“On horseback, rush to the port. This bitch couldn't get far. Find her and capture her. Our master wants her whole and alive. She cannot escape Asshai. Khamul, take two others with you and send spies to keep an eye on the ports and gates of the city. If they see a woman with silver-gold hair, they are to notify me immediately," the leader of the black shadows said.

Three of them ran out of the house, jumped on their horses and ran to warn the spies in Asshai, while the rest rushed as the horse jumped into the harbor.

The leader of the Black Riders could not allow Shiera Seastar to escape from Asshai.

Aemon (Jon) and Daenerys' armor



Luke Roberts as Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning




Viggo Mortensen as Ser Hostamir, son of Beren, of the Kingsguard




Anya Taylor-Joy or




Dove Cameron as




Shiera Seastar

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Late in the morning they went down to the Great Hall, built in the likeness of a dragon lying on its belly; its doors were set in its mouth, so he always felt as if he were entering the interior of a dragon that, if it were not made of stone, would digest him in its stomach. The entirety of Dragonstone had a ubiquitous dragon motif in its architecture, after all, it was an ancient Valyrian outpost, the furthest to the west, where their ancestor Aenar Targaryen later settled after his daughter Daenys told of her dream of seeing the Doom of Valyria.

Aenar listened to his daughter's words, sold all the estates and lands that the Targaryens had in the Long Summer Lands, and then moved with all their possessions, dragons and family to Dragonstone. Their rivals saw this as a sign of surrender and cowardice, but when the Doom came twelve years later, it was the Targaryens who had the last laugh, while all the great houses of the Dragon Lords perished as a terrible end came to the Valyrian Freeholds.

Grandmother had left them an hour ago, wanting to freshen up and change before breakfast. She didn't want to look in front of everyone as if she had just been fucked well. Aemon felt proud watching Rhaella limp after their fucking, especially when she bluntly told him that this would not be the last time they fucked.

“I haven't felt so good fucked in a long time, grandson. I'm going to use your dragon cock again and again, even if I have to limp forever after fucking you,” she said before going to her chamber, which happened to be exactly one floor below; she is said to have occupied a chamber that once belonged to Queen Visenya Targaryen, one of the two wives and queens of Aegon the Conqueror, his great ancestor.

At the very top, Maester Artos, a good, loyal man, had his chambers.

He once talked to him and learned that he was the bastard son of a minor lord sworn to Lord Wyman Manderly, although his father took him in and raised him no worse than his two trueborn sons and daughter. His wife died as a result of a fall down the stairs a few years earlier, and the lord never married again, apparently mainly so that after his death there would be no competition for the fortress and lands between his sons from his two wives. Even as a young boy, Artos proved to be intelligent, sharp and well-read, so his father sent him to the Citadel, where over the next five years he managed to forge enough links to take the Maester's vows, after which he was sent to Dragonstone to replace the recently deceased predecessor.

Aemon appreciated the maester who was never afraid to tell him what he thought, which the prince appreciated, if only because he often had to deal with all the toadies and flatterers in his father's court. Apart from him, only his wife, grandmother, mother and Ser Hostamir were not afraid to tell him what they thought. Ser Arthur Dayne respected and loved his father too much to always tell him what he thought, but he also never flattered him. Dunadan, on the other hand, was a resolute, tough, and steadfastly loyal man. He knew well that Hostamir would jump into the dragon's mouth to save him.

Dunadan taught him everything he knew, including tracking, moving silently in forests, and surviving in the wilderness and wilds. He entered the Great Hall with Daenerys wrapped around his arm, a genuine smile on her face.

“Margaery, Arianne, Alyssa, Asha, Wynafryd and Wylla are waiting for less. "I'll see you later, Aemon," she said, kissing him on the cheek as a farewell, and then quickly walking towards her ladies-in-waiting, who were sitting at one of the tables, laden with breakfast.

Grandmother Rhaella was already here, sitting at her own table with Joanna Lannister, Janna Fossoway, and Taena of Myr, the sensual Myrish beauty who had dreamed of him at night.

Hostamir and Arthur were sitting at one of the tables, talking to each other while enjoying their breakfast. Dunadan noticed him first.

“Prince Aemon, will you join us for breakfast? "We have warm bread, butter, meat, cheese, some blood oranges that came today in thick-bottomed barrels straight from Dorne, and good cider, brewed from freshly picked apples," he said. "Unless you prefer to eat alone or with Princess Daenerys and her ladies."

“With pleasure, my good Hostamir. I'm as hungry as a wolf, I could eat an ox with its hooves. And my wife's ladies-in-waiting would talk me to death," Aemon replied jokingly, heading to the table.

"More like a dragon, Prince Aemon," Arthur interjected, greeting him.

Aemon laughed at that.

"Good point, Ser Arthur."

He sat down next to the two knights, eating a nutritious breakfast. As he did so, he listened to Hostamir's tale of the War of the Ninepenny Kings, where he saw Ser Barristan Selmy slay Maelys the Monstrous in single combat, ending the line of Daemon Blackfyre and the threat she posed.

“Hostamir, Arthur, come with me to the courtyard. A little sparring to start another busy day,” Aemon said as he finished breakfast.

"Of course, my prince," Ser Arthur Dayne replied, rising from his seat.

"Good morning, the Prince wants to land on his ass," Ser Hostamir said, smiling at him.

"We'll see who lands on their ass here, Hostamir," Aemon replied, smiling. He summoned Edric Dayne, who was his squire. Ser Arthur Dayn's nephew, who was eating breakfast with the other squires, jumped up and joined Aemon.

They went out into the courtyard, where the knights and men-at-arms of Dragonstone's garrison were training under the supervision of Ser Jarema Rykker, an experienced knight and master-at-arms of Dragonstone.

“My prince,” he bowed his head. “It's a good day for training. The sky is clear, without a single cloud. Maester Artos said it definitely won't rain today, at least on Dragonstone.”

"Great, I wouldn't want it to rain in the middle of my spar with Hostamir or Arthur, Ser Jaremy," Aemon replied.

He went to the armory, where he put on a brown leather jerkin, over which, with Edric's help, he put on black chain mail and put on black shoulder boards, bracers, greaves and a high helmet without any decorations. He had much finer armor that he kept in his chambers, but for sparring in the courtyard, his modest coat of mail and jerkin were enough.

He grabbed the nearest, blunted training sword, which he turned in his hand for a moment, checking its balance, took the shield with the three-headed dragon, and then lowered the armory, where both knights were waiting for him. Hostamir and Arthur wore doublets and chain mail, and held practice swords.

"Which one of ours does he want to face first, my prince?" Arthur asked. Hostamir spun his sword as he looked at Aemon.

"You first, Ser Arthur," Aemon replied.

The duel with Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, was exciting. The clash of swords echoed through childhood as they exchanged slashes and thrusts with each other, Aemon blocking Arthur's attacks with his shield and the Sword of the Morning forcing him back until his shield was broken, but he managed to knock Arthur's sword out of his hand, forcing him to surrender.

“Great, Prince Aemon. You're becoming a better swordsman," Ser Arthur admitted.

Since he rarely won when sparring with the Sword of the Morning, this was a great compliment.

Although he had the feeling that if Arthur fought Dawn, he would have no chance of defeating him at all. His squire handed him a skin of water, which he drank greedily. He was always thirsty after sparring.

"Ser Hostamir, face me," Aemon said, handing the waterskin back to the squire.

"As you wish, Aemon," Dunadan replied, standing across from him.

They crossed blades, dancing among themselves. However, their sparring match was interrupted midway by Maester Artos.

“My prince, the raven of King's Landing. A letter from King Tar-Rhaegar," he said.

Aemon turned towards the maester, and Hostamir took advantage of this, hitting him on the helmet with his sword. The prince felt as if his head was ringing and he couldn't see the knight, which he took advantage of by cutting his legs and throwing him to the ground.

“Don't get distracted, Aemon. In battle it is almost certain death. The enemy will take every opportunity to kill you," he said, putting his sword to Aemon's throat.

“I understand, Hostamir. Now take the damn sword so I can get Artos' letter," Aemon replied.

Dunadan took the sword and helped him up. He took the letter from the maester, who only now approached them. He broke the seal and looked through the letter. He had to read it about three times before he fully understood what it was about. He frowned.

“Is something wrong, my prince? Is this some bad news?” Ser Arthur asked worriedly.

Aemon shook his head.

"No, Father only writes that he summons me to the Red Keep for an emergency meeting of the Small Council. He doesn't say exactly what it's about, only that it concerns two important matters. And I should tell my wife and grandmother to come too. Father clearly wants the whole family with him," he said.

And as if on cue, Daenerys and her grandmother Rhaella emerged from the fortress.

“Grandson, what is my son writing there? The maester only said it was a letter from the king. Did something happen?" Grandmother Rhaella asked, clearly worried.

“Did great-uncle Aemon die?” his wife asked, probably thinking that his father had written about it. The question didn't surprise Aemon, his namesake had already seen about a hundred days of his name and didn't have much life left. He was not Dunadan, and he could not be expected to live many more years.

“No, great-great-uncle is fine. Father, I am only writing to summon you to an extraordinary meeting of the Small Council on some two matters, which he did not mention anything else. He's calling you too," Aemon explained and handed his grandmother a letter from his father. Rhaella looked through it several times, as if searching for some hidden message between the letters.

“We must move immediately. "Surely the matter must be urgent if my son wants all Targaryens present," she stated.

"On the back of our dragons, we should be there within an hour, maybe two," Aemon said. He couldn't be distracted by the charm of his grandmother's beauty, which wasn't easy, especially when she was dressed in a white dress that emphasized her curvaceous figure.

"Yes, we'll get there faster on the dragons than if we were by ship, grandson," Rhaella said, giving him a sultry smile that made his pants feel tighter.

They made their way to Dragonmont, with thick, black smoke rising from it. It was full of caves that dragons used as their lairs. His Ancalagon chose one of the largest of the caves, from which smoke often rose.

“Māzigon naejot nyke, Ancalagon! īlon mazilībagon hen syt Dārys Tegorīr. Māzigon naejot nyke, ñuha zaldrīzes!” (Come to me, Ancalagon! We are leaving for King's Landing. Come to me, my dragon!) he called in a deep voice. After a long while, a dragon emerged from the cave.

Its scales were as black as the blackest night. Only the eyes, shining in the darkness, were the color of light amber. It was so tall that it almost reached the cave ceiling and was as big as an elephant. Ancalagon stretched his head towards him and he scratched his scales. He blew smoke right into his face.

“Ancalagon, ao maelonos pumpkin. Ao gīmigon nyke vēdros ziry skori ao jēlēbagon ōrbar rȳ nyke hen aōha relgos” (Ancalagon, you malicious beast. You know I can't stand it when you snort smoke from your mouth at me) he said, but the dragon made a noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

Despite this, he loved his dragon. Along with Rhaegal Daenerys, Syrax Rhaenys and an unnamed dragon that had no rider were among the dragons that his father hatched at the very beginning of his reign on Aerys' grandfather's pyre. Before this last hatched dragon was Morning, Lady Morwen's dragon Arataniel. Apart from the Targaryens, only House Elendil had dragons, although in this case only one, but Lady Morwen was the most experienced dragonrider.

Ancalagon was wearing a saddle, so he quickly climbed on its back. He was soon joined by Daenerys, riding Rhaegal, a green-and-gold-scaled dragon, and Grandma Rhaella, riding old Silverwing, once Good Queen Alysanne's silver-scaled dragon. Ser Arthur sat behind Dany, although it was obvious that he didn't feel very confident on the dragon's back. He looked at Ser Hostamir, who had never been fond of flying on Ancalagon's back.

“Hop in, Hostamir. Let's not waste time," Aemon said.

"Valar, I hate flying," Dunadan muttered, but he easily mounted Ancalagon's back, settling himself behind Aemon.

'Īlon sōvegon, Ancalagon. Īlon sōvegon!” (We fly, Ancalagon. We fly!) he said.

Ancalagon roared and flew into the air. Rhaegal and Silverwing joined him.

Soon they were high in the sky and Dragonstone seemed but a tiny speck that soon disappeared as they raced over the bright sea towards King's Landing.

They saw the walls of the Red Keep even before they saw King's Landing. The Targaryen stronghold stood on Aegon's hill, the furthest point towards the sea. Red as blood, it rose above the rushing sea, and at the foot of the hill on which it stood the Blackwater flowed. Targaryen banners fluttered from the towers: a red, three-headed dragon on a field as black as night. However, they passed the Red Keep and were heading to the Dragonpit, located at the top of Rhaenys Hill, to leave their dragons there and ride on horseback to the Red Keep.

Aemon knew his father would send someone with the horses to get them. The inhabitants of King's Landing did not pay much attention to them, they were already accustomed to the dragons that often flew over the city. Aemon saw the Dragonpit, one of the largest structures in the city. There was a massive castle with thick walls and a wide, round dome which, thanks to the technology and ingenuity of Gondor's craftsmen, opens thanks to some complicated system of levers and ropes. Aemon wasn't sure, but he had heard something similar from his father.

This allowed dragons to fly in and out of the Dragonpit. The former wide gates were replaced with narrow doors that could accommodate two men marching side by side, so that the rebellious inhabitants of King's Landing could not attack the dragons as happened during the Dance of the Dragons. Beneath the keep, deep within the Rhaenys Hill, were a multitude of long, masonry tunnels resembling caves five times the size of the dragons' lairs on Dragonstone, where the dragons could freely hide and rest. There were about fifty of them, and they were closed on both sides by thick oak doors reinforced with steel by the Dunedain. On one side they opened onto the sands of Dragonpit itself, on the other side onto the hillsides.

It was guarded day and night by the Dragonkeepers, who allowed only Targaryens or those who had written permission from the king to enter it. They wear scale armor, black as Ancalagon's scales. Their tall helmets are topped with a row of dragon scales that extend downwards. At their belts they carry long swords and daggers made of obsidian, commonly known as dragon glass. Some always stood at the entrance to the Dragonpit, and some stayed inside, taking care of the needs of the dragons there. Upon seeing them, one of the guards ran inside and after a while the dome slowly opened, opening to the interior of the Dragonpit.

"A marvel of engineering for my people, Prince Aemon," said Hostamir. “I once saw Isildur's tower in Minas Ithil, which could turn this way and that. It's strange to see that this was used in the reconstruction of the Dragonpit, where you Targaryens keep your dragons when you happen to arrive in the capital of the kingdom."

“Yes, from what I remember from lessons with my great-great-uncle Aemon, it was Tar-Aegon II who ordered the Dragonpit to be modernized to prevent a repeat of the Dance of the Dragons, when angry smallfolk attacked the Dragonpit under the leadership of the Shepherd, wanting to kill the dragons. Fortunately, they were not very successful, only Morghul and Shrykos were killed, while Prince Joffrey Velaryon, Lady Elaena Targaryen, and Ser Addam Velaryon reached their dragons and burned the rebels, killing thousands, as the Dunedain arrived with the Men of the North and the Vale, an angry mob he lost his courage and ran away in panic.

They landed inside the Dragonpit, followed by Daenerys and Rhaella on their dragons. Aemon jumped off Ancalagon briskly and Hostamir landed right behind him. Dany, Rhaella, and Arthur dismounted from their dragons and the Dragonkeepers opened the gates to the tunnels within the hill, which their dragons willingly entered, as they had often been there when various matters prompted them to come to King's Landing, and closed the dome.

When they emerged from the Dragonpit, his youngest sister, Visenya, was waiting for them, accompanied by Ser Barristan Selma, Lord Commander of his father's Kingsguard. They had seven horses with them.

“Brother! Dany! Grandmother!" she exclaimed and ran to him, hugging him deeply. Aemon embraced his little sister tenderly. He smelled her perfume, the scent made him think of lavender and autumn leaves. As he felt her small breasts press against his chest, his cock became hard. Luckily, Visenya let go of him before he could poke her leg with his manhood. This could have been a bit awkward, even if, as Targaryens, the sibling relationship was very close. Visenya immediately hugged his wife and his grandmother, who noticed how much Visenya had grown since she last saw her.

He walked over to Ser Barristan to talk to him.

"Ser Barristan, I assume it was my father who sent you with my sister?" he asked.

The old knight nodded.

"Yes, my prince, although Princess Visenya insisted on coming for you and the king gave in to her requests, which, between us, were supported by your mother, Queen Lyanna," he explained.

Aemon smiled to himself. His mother had always been supportive of them, but he suspected that Visenya was her favorite child and that was why she was so willing to support her in her various decisions.

“Is everyone waiting for us in the Small Council chambers?” he asked.

“Yes, my prince. The rest of the Targaryens and the members of the Small Council are already there. The only thing missing is you. And Princess Visenya, of course," replied Ser Barristan.

"Then let us not keep them waiting any longer, Ser Barristan," said Aemon.

They mounted their horses and rode to the Red Keep. On the way, they passed the town's inhabitants, who greeted them warmly.

"It's Prince Aemon!"

“Seven Blessings, Prince Aemon!”

"Eru is watching over you, my prince."

"The Prince of Dragonstone has returned to King's Landing!"

“The Wolf Queen's son has returned to the capital again!”

His wife and grandmothers were also greeted, although less warmly. She rarely returned to the city since Aerys's grandfather died. He didn't have many good memories here.

After what seemed like a short journey to Aemon, they reached the Red Keep. The gates were opened and they rode into the courtyard, where they placed the horses in the care of the stable boys and quickly made their way to the Small Council chambers.

"You have finally arrived," the father said, looking at them from his seat at the Small Council table. Tar-Rhaegar I Targaryen was a tall and slender man with a clean-shaven face. He tied his long, silver-gold hair in a long braid, which he wore on his right side. His crown was the crown of Aegon the Conqueror: a round diadem of Valyrian steel set with square rubies. He was dressed in a black velvet tunic with a three-headed dragon embroidered in red silk on the front.

"We left after I received and read your letter, father," Aemon replied.

"Join us with Daenerys, son," Lyanna said, smiling warmly at her. Her long, brown hair was combed back, but it was not tied back and fell freely down her back. Today she wore dresses in the colors of the Targaryens, her husband's family.

Aemon and Dany took the two vacant seats between their father and mother and Mace Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden and one of their father's two advisors alongside Elbert Arryn, Lord of the Eyrie. Looking around the table, he saw the familiar faces of the members of the Small Council. He met Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and the King's Hand, known for how he ruthlessly dealt with two rebellious vassals and restored the respect of House Lannister.
 Moreover, he was a skillful administrator and served his father well.

Next to him sat Wyman Manderly, Lord of White Harbor and Master of Coin, he was the fattest man he had ever seen, but was quite shrewd and skillful with finances, known as a great Stark loyalist and a devoted friend of Queen Lyanna. Aemon knew his granddaughters well and was glad that at least they weren't as fat as their lordly grandfather.

Next sat Ser Stannis Baratheon, heir of Storm's End and Master of the Laws. He was a strict, serious and fair man, although in Aemon's opinion he had a stick up his ass. However, it cannot be denied that he performed his duties well, managing the City Watch well and maintaining order and peace in King's Landing. But he never smiled and looked like he was secretly chewing a lemon.

Beside him sat Valandil Isildurion, Master of the Ships, a famous captain who had sailed from the Summer Islands to Asshai by the Shadow, gaining great fame and equally great wealth for himself and his house, and many called him the Sea Serpent reborn. He was also the only Dunadan on his father's council. He certainly had talent for the job, skillfully managing the royal fleet.

Next was Prince Oberyn Martell, Master of Whisperers, known as the Red Viper. The younger brother of Prince Doran Martell, he was known as a great warrior, adventurous, hedonist who reportedly liked to sleep with both women and men, who fathered numerous bastards, had no wife but only a paramour, and was a master of poisons on both sides of the Narrow Sea. He created a network of spies and had friends in the Free Cities, so he often received information before anyone else.

Next to him sat Randyll Tarly, Master of the Armies, who always glared at the Prince of Dorne. The hostility between the Reach and Dorne was well known to Aemon and did not surprise him at all. Lord Horn Hill was a man of iron will, as well as being smart and capable.
He was not very fond of him, the man had never treated his son, Samwell, who was a good friend of Aemonam, well. However, he performed well in his position, taking care of the ten thousand men-at-arms sworn to the Iron Throne as a strong support for the royal house.

Next sat Grand Maester Aemon, his great-great-uncle, who had taken over the position after the unfortunate death of Grand Maester Pycelle, who had suffered a fatal accident shortly after his father's accession to the throne, who had come to an agreement with the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, who released his namesake from his oath and his father, against the Citadel's protests, made him Grand Maester. Although old and blind, he retained a sharp mind and served his father well with advice.

Next sat Ser Barristan Selmy, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, but he was not particularly fond of politics and rarely spoke at council meetings.

Last, but not least, on the council was Saruman, called Saruman the White or Curunir by the Dunedain, holding the position of Master of Magic created by Tar-Elendil II Targaryen (Daeron the Good). Aemon didn't know much about him. Only he had held the position ever since, and many believed that, like the Dunedaini, he was long-lived, some whispered that he might even be immortal.

He was also the leader of the Brotherhood of Istari, as wizards were called in one of the languages of Gondor. There were supposedly five of them, two of which were supposed to be located far in the east of Essos, although Aemon did not know whether this was fact or just rumors. He was very wise, knew a lot and always gave his father wise advice. Apparently half the blacksmiths in King's Landing worked for him. He was called a lord, although rather out of politeness, because he did not rule any lands.

The only ones not seated were his uncles, Prince Daeron and Prince Viserys. Uncle Daeron stared out the window, keeping his hand on the Dark Sister, while Uncle Viserys greeted Grandma Rhaella effusively along with Rhaenys, another of Aemon's sisters.

"Now that everyone is here, we can begin the emergency meeting of the Small Council," the father said, and everyone fell silent.

The father took out a letter and threw it on the table. It had a broken black seal.

“A raven came from Castle Black. It said that a hundred thousand Wildlings were marching on the Wall, led by Mance Rayder, a deserter from the Night's Watch. But that's not all, according to this letter, his host is followed by Others, leading hordes of wights, which he increases by murdering both Wildlings and Rangers of the Night's Watch," he said.

Of course, this caused a storm. Most of the members of the Small Council refused to believe it. Except for Grand Maester Aemon, Valandil Isildurion, and Saruman, who twirled his long, bony fingers.
“My king, these are some fairy tales, as true as snarks and grunkins. There are no others, the maesters even claim that they never existed. No one has seen them for eight thousand years. The Night's Watch are making fun of us," said Mace Tyrell, who thought it was mockery.

"You dare say my brother is lying, Lord Tyrell," Valandil interjected, looking at Tyrell with a long look from his blue-gray eyes. “The letter was written and signed by my brother, Ciryon, and he is not a man who jokes or lies. He certainly has a verified source for this information, as he would never report something without being absolutely sure of it.”

He said it with the tone of a lord reprimanding his servant for some minor offense. He was amused to see Mace Tyrell blush at this.

"And what source is this, Lord Valandil?" Tywin Lannister asked matter-of-factly as usual.

"Gwaihir the Windlord, King of the Great Eagles, Lord Tywin," replied Saruman, who took the letter in his hand, leafing through it. “In the letter, he cites him as the source of his news. His subjects, who dwell among the frosty peaks of Frostfang, have noticed the march of the Others and their ghostly minions from the Lands of Always Winter. With their coming another Long Night may come.”

Everyone fell silent, looking at each other. Stannis Baratheon spoke.

“We need to send someone to check this out personally on behalf of the Iron Throne and House Targaryen. We cannot base our decisions solely on the claims and words of King Gwaihir. Most of the lords of the realm distrust and dislike the Great Eagles and considered our actions to be madness. None of them will accept the return of the Others as an obvious fact without hard evidence," he said.

Aemon admitted that it was hard to disagree with the brother of the Lord of Storm's End. The Lords were an extremely stubborn bunch of fools.

"Brother, I will be happy to fly to the North and speak with the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch to obtain proof of the existence of the Others," Viserys said with a smile as he approached the table.

"I will send word to my son Wylis to welcome Prince Viserys with honors," Lord Wyman spoke.

Father was still silent, listening to everyone.

“No, Viserys. I need you here. On behalf of the Iron Throne and House Targaryen, my son Aemon and his wife, my sister Daenerys, will fly. After all, he is a relative of House Stark. Let the North see that we support them and my heir will be able to prove himself," he said, looking at me.

Well, I didn't expect this turn of events, but I won't disappoint you, Father.

Never.

“So be it, my father and king. I'll fly with Daenerys and we'll see if those legendary Others have returned. Even if not, there's still a threat from this Mance Rayder" Aemon replied.

Father shrugged.

“If the Others are not coming, Lords Stark and Elendur will deal with the Wildlings. But if they really are back, I will need the support of the Iron Throne."

“Brother, you said I would be needed here. About what?” Viserys asked.

“Exactly you and Daeron. As it is known, Myr, Lys and Tyrosh joined forces years ago and defeated Volantis in the war, and then formed an alliance called the New Triarchy. After this they gathered their forces and occupied the Stepstones, driving out the pirates and taking it for themselves.”

“Brother, this is old news, from many years ago. Let's get to the point," Daeron said, speaking for the first time at the Small Council meeting.

“The New Triarchy imposes such outrageous tariffs on ships that merchants begin to avoid them and end up raiding their ships themselves. The Lysenians are particularly terrible at this, extorting tribute from women, girls and even young boys. This must be put to an end, so Daeron and Viserys will gather an army and sail to the Stepstones to oust the New Triarch with fire and blood and bring the Stepstones under the control of the Iron Throne. I'm sure you'll get gold and everything you'll need for this,"the father explained briefly.

Uncle Daeron immediately stabbed his dagger into the center of the table.

“The Stepstones are practically yours already, brother,” Aemon’s uncle said, his smile bringing to mind the infamous Prince Rogue.

He lay in the tub, enjoying the hot, steaming water. The Small Council meeting continued for a long time, with many other things being discussed regarding the Wall and the Stepstones. Oberyn Martell couldn't confirm the news from the Wall, because he simply had no spies in the Lands Beyond the Wall, but he could tell more about the New Triarchy, which was all too reminiscent of the one during the times of Viserys I and the Dance of the Dragons.

One of their commanders was a certain Salladhor Saan, an experienced captain and pirate from Lys. He was not to be taken lightly, but Aemon thought his uncles could handle him and anyone else in the New Triarchy. He was more concerned about his own mission. The others were known to him from ancient legends and stories, and now he will meet them, unless Gwaihir's eagles are mistaken. Aemon secretly hoped for the latter. Before the meeting ended, Saruman told him to visit him before he left for the North, which would be in a few days, because he had something for him that might be helpful to him in his mission in the North.

His father decided that he must first prepare, which he had four days to do before he left Dany for the Wall. He had to spend this time well, if only by fucking his wife, and maybe Cersei Lannister Arryn as well. The thought of this golden-haired lioness riding his cock made him hard. Tywin's daughter was obsessed with his father and hated his mother, but since she had no father, she got a son and she hardly complained about it, not when he first fucked her with his huge cock a few years ago. She loved being a whore for her prince and Aemon was happy to take advantage of it.

He hoped Dany would join him in the bath. Nothing tasted as good to him as fucking in the bath. He closed his eyes, imagining Dany sliding into the water, mounting his cock, riding him into oblivion, and Aemon finally cumming inside her cunt before taking her from behind and fucking a bitch like a wolf. This made him even harder. Then he heard the door creak open and someone's footsteps entering the bathroom.

“It's good you came, Dany. Strip and join me. The water is as hot as you like,” Aemon said, not even opening his eyes. His wife certainly came to join him. All he could hear was the rustle of her dress being unbuttoned as it fell to the floor and the splash of water as she entered the water.

"I would hate to disappoint my dragon prince, but I am not your wife," said the voice he knew so well.

Aemon opened his eyes.

Before him, sitting in the water was Cersei Arryn in all her naked glory. Her golden hair was loose and cascading down her back, her green eyes were looking at him with lust, her large, full breasts with pink nipples that seemed to be hard, sticking out above the waterline. It was enough to make his cock stand as hard and straight as a mast.

Cersei smiled at him.

"I see you like what you see, my prince," she said.

“Very much so, Cersei. You are a beautiful sight for tired eyes," he replied.

“I missed my dragon prince. My husband can't satisfy me like you can. And he certainly doesn't have a cock as big as yours," she said and grabbed his cock, massaging it.

He groaned loudly.

"Then let the prince take care of the needs of the beautiful lady that her husband cannot satisfy," said Aemon.

Cersei released his cock and mounted him, taking his entire cock.

“Fuck, I forgot how big he is. Elbert has a bug next to him,” she moaned quietly. She didn't want to attract unwanted attention.

Aemon attacked her mouth, kissing her passionately and pushing his tongue deep into her throat. Cersei gladly returned it to him, all the while bouncing on his massive shaft.

“Yes, fuck me with that dragon cock, Aemon. “Fuck the brains out of your lioness,” she moaned.

“You're a lion whore, hungry for Targaryen cock. Maybe I should convince Uncle Viserys to throat fuck you while I fuck your wet pussy? Or your father and uncle Daeron and Viserys' uncle would fuck you in all your holes together. House Targaryen's personal whore, for their use only," Aemon said, breaking away from kissing Lady Arryn for a moment.

Cersei's pussy clamped down hard on his cock and her eyes glittered with lust, which Aemon thought showed that the idea turned Cersei on, being used by the Targaryen men. Just so she would find out that only he could fuck her Lannister pussy the best.
He forced his tongue into her mouth again and they fought a fierce duel, but he won, forcing Cersei to submit. He switched to her breasts as she rode him faster and faster, as if she wanted to milk him dry. He licked, sucked and kissed both tits until he felt like he was finally going to cum.

“I'm about to…cum…Cersei” he moaned.

“Cum inside me, my dragon prince. Cum inside me and breed. I am your fuck whore” Cersei moaned as she rode him.

“With pleasure, you're finally riding the dragon like you've always wanted,” Aemon replied and shot a copious amount of cum into Cersei's pussy. She got off of him, still dazed from the hard fucking, as he stood up from the tub and his cock quickly became hard again. He saw that Cersei couldn't take her eyes off his penis, hanging between her legs.

“Now be a good slut and suck your prince's cock,” Aemon ordered.

Cersei wrapped her mouth around his massive cock and Aemon moaned. Damn, she was a good cocksucker. He grabbed her golden hair and started fucking her face.

"Ghhy, ghhy, ghhy" he makes slurred sounds as he fucks her face like she's just a regular tavern whore.

"Look at you. The beautiful daughter of the mighty Tywin Lannister and wife of Lord the Eyrie fucked in the face like a common whore. "I wonder what your father and lord husband would think if they saw you sucking a married prince's cock like a whore," Aemon said.

Cersei just moaned loudly, making indistinct sounds. He felt her take more of his cock down her throat.

“You're such a good slut, my lioness. "Let me reward you with my dragon seed, right into your beautiful face," Aemon said. He took out his cock and quickly ejaculated on her face, covering her with cum. Cersei tasted it, taking a bit into her mouth.

"Yes, you taste better than my husband, my dragon prince."

With that, he bent Cersei against the wall where he fucked her hard and rough, moving between her pussy and ass, but only teasing her with the head of his cock. He enjoyed every moment of fucking the golden-haired lioness, who only moaned and begged for more.

“Fuck, you fuck better than my husband, my dragon prince,” she moaned.

He gave her a hard slap on the ass.

“Because your mouth, tits, pussy and ass belong to me. Remember this, lion whore. You belong to me and Dany," Aemon growled.

“I am your personal whore. Fuck me, my dragon prince,” Cersei moaned, moaning in pleasure and pain. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he pressed deeper into her ass.

“Oh, I'll do it until you can't think about anything other than my big cock, Cersei.”

Finally he filled her pussy with his cum once again.

“Maybe I'll send you back to your husband with my cum leaking from between his legs, or better yet, with my bastard in his stomach. You will be able to fulfill your dream of being bred by a Targaryen and carrying his child," he said.

“Yes, he filled me with his child. "I want my dragonlion to raise," Cersei said, excited at the thought of being raised by her dragon prince.

Aemon smiled to himself. Cersei Arryn's obsession with his father rubbed off on him and she was more than willing to be heavy on his bastard.

“So come this evening to the chamber I share with my wife. Dany wants to dominate you, Cersei," he said.

The lioness readily agreed.

Tonight was going to be wonderful.

He didn't notice a pair of gray eyes that peered into the bathroom for a long time before disappearing.

Meanwhile, in Asshai

She was running down the street when she heard the sound of hooves. She looked behind her and saw the Black Riders. They were chasing her. She quickly jumped into a dark side alley, hiding in its darkness. She watched as the Black Riders passed her. Luckily, they didn't notice him hiding in the alley. She noticed that there were only six riders and she had heard that there were nine. That meant the other three were elsewhere, searching the city.

Even for an entire army it would be a backbreaking task, Asshai was a city larger than Qarth, Volantis or King's Landing, even if it had no more inhabitants than a trading city. But this wasn't an army, and whoever the Black Riders were, they weren't human. They had an aura of fear so great that you felt like hiding in the darkest corner and praying they wouldn't find you. If she hadn't escaped, they would have caught her and the gods only know what they would have done to her. It wasn't all rosy now either.

The Black Riders rushed towards the port to cut off her escape route. I will look for her there, and if they don't find her, they will wait until she comes, looking for a ship and a captain that is sailing west. Even if she managed to slip out of the city through the West Gate, they would catch her quickly in the wastelands.

And traveling with the caravan was long and tedious and would only expose others to the Black Riders. She had to take a risk, otherwise they would find her, even if it took them a long time. She touched her gold necklace set with a large red ruby, which glowed red. Glamor, a magical illusion that completely changed her appearance, making her look more like a peasant than a sorceress. Despite this, she pulled her hood over her head and set off through side streets that were rarely used.

She had to avoid the main streets, they would definitely be watched. Her nerves were as tense as a bowstring, and every noise made her heart leap into her throat. She had never been so afraid before, nothing she had experienced before had scared her half as much as the encounter with the Black Riders.

Despite this, she didn't meet anyone for a long time, the streets looked deserted, and a few times she heard and saw crows flying, maybe ravens. She always pressed herself against the wall, hoping that the darkness would hide her from their sight.
There were no animals in Asshai, and these ominous birds may have been among the spies of the Necromancer whose Black Riders were servants. Fortunately, they never saw her, and as the shadows deepened, she covered more miles. She moved closer and closer to the port, encountering no Black Riders or any sorcerer or shadowbinde.

Eventually she had to return to one of the main streets if she was to reach the port, which was about a quarter of a mile away. She left the alley, entering the main street, when she heard voices and the sound of booted feet. She quickly jumped into the shadow of the alley, hiding behind the black stones of the wall. She listened and waited. Footsteps and voices were getting closer every moment. They sounded like the voices of old people, burdened by countless years of long life, but there was a firmness typical of people in their prime and age.

"....Do you think she headed for the port? She could have just as easily slipped out of the city and gone with the caravan heading to Yi Ti," the man said.

"I doubt it, Pallando. The Black Riders' spies are watching the gates, they would notice her if she wanted to leave the city," the second man replied to the first one, whose name is Pallando.

"But she is a sorceress, Alatar. She certainly has her ways to make sure no one recognizes her. We both know that it took the Enemy a long time to find out her whereabouts. We don't even know how he found out about her. If she tries to sneak through the gates, none of us will the spies of the Leader of the Nine will not recognize her," replied Pallando.

"She certainly did, my friend. But glamor is of little use against the Black Riders. They will see right through the illusions and expose her. That's why the Chief of the Nine sent some of his subordinates to keep watch near the gate. They won't let her escape. Without our help, she won't succeed." escape from her. They will catch her and drag her before the Lord of Darkness, his Eye will pierce through all her thoughts, exposing them to his cunning, malicious will. He will tear from her everything he wants and either kill her or make her his slave. It is better for her then her to die. Captivity for him is a fate worse than death. That's why we must help her," said the one named Alatar.

Shiera listened to this, numb and terrified, her heart beating like crazy. These two men wanted to help her avoid being caught by the Black Riders who would have dragged her to their master's presence. And how terrifying is this master that his captivity was worse than death? Why was he interested in her and what did he want? Could she trust them? It could be a trick to capture her and hand her over to the Black Riders. They could have been their spies to lure and capture her under the guise of a promise of help. Too many questions and uncertainty. She had to see who they were. They should appear soon.

Shiera's eyes appeared to be two tall, burly old men, all dressed in blue. Even their beards were blue, dyed in the Tyrosh fashion. Only the shoes were black. In their hands they carried gnarled staffs as tall as themselves, and they carried traveling bags at their belts.

They didn't look menacing, they reminded her more of hardened hedge wizards, old and weary of life, but there was something about them, some hidden power just waiting to be revealed. They didn't notice her, she was hidden in the dark.

“She's gone, Alatar. Maybe she has already reached the port? Or she has lost her way and is wandering the streets of Asshai," Pallando said.

“No, she's close. Don't you feel it, Pallando? Magic, quite close to us, faint pulse in the large cluster, but you can feel it," Alatar replied, looking around.

“Hmmm yes, the longer I stand, the more I feel it. Repressed power, very close. Do you think it is she and not the servants of the Enemy?” Pallandon asked.

“If these were his servants, we could feel his hostility, his hatred. It's none of that," Alatar replied. He raised his staff.

“It's time to bring some light to this damned darkness. Cala!"

A bright white light flashed from the top of the staff, dispelling the darkness. She was visible at arm's length. Both wizards saw her. They approached her.

“Welcome, Shiera Seastar, daughter of Aegon. You have nothing to fear. We are not your enemies, nor do we serve the Necromancer. We want to help you because we heard that the Enemy is after you. I am Alatar, this is my companion and friend, Pallando. We are the Blue Wizards of the Istari Brotherhood," Alatar said, and both wizards bowed low.

Shiera had heard about them. They came from the west and there were only five of them. No one except House Elendil knew exactly where they came from or what their purpose was. She could trust them, but she wasn't entirely sure whether to do so.

“How does he know who I am? I'm using glamor now," she said.

The wizards smiled at her.

“Glamor is not enough to deceive us Istari, Lady Shiera, and it is not enough to deceive the Black Riders. But we will help you, we have a friendly captain here with whom we sailed to Asshai. We'll help you get out of here," Pallando said.

If that was true, then he really wouldn't have escaped without their help. She had to trust them.

“Good, let it be. I hope he won't regret trusting you," Shiera said.

“You won't regret this, Lady Shiera. With us you will escape the terrible servants of the Enemy," said Alatar.

Some fancasts

Jodie Comer as Cersei Lannister Arryn





Dove Cameron as Shiera Seastar



Christopher Lee as Saruman the White



Luke Evans as Valandil Isildurion



Trevor Donovan as Elbert Arryn



Sam Neill and Colin Morgan as Alatar and Pallando, Blue wizards

Chapter Text

For the past few days, Aemon has been preparing for his journey to the North. His father wouldn't want to go unprepared to Winterfell, where he would meet with his uncle Brandon to plan his next steps regarding the Others and Mance Rayder's Wildlings.

He had to check above all else whether the news from the Eagle King was true. If there is evidence of the return of the White Walkers, the rest of the kingdom will take it seriously. And since Dany was flying with him, she took part in the preparations.

Ser Arthur and Ser Hostamir flew with them, for they would ride to Winterfell on the backs of their dragons, which would be faster than ship or horse.

They gathered enough supplies of food and water to last them the entire journey, which, as Aemon calculated, would take at most a week, maybe less, on the back of a dragon.

Lord Saruman had previously told him to visit him the day before he left for the North. He prepares something that can help him in his task. This intrigued Aemon, especially since it came from a Master of Magic who did not deal with ordinary things, but rather researched magic and knew the secret arcana of the Higher Mysteries as the maesters called them. Certainly, what she gives him may be priceless to him. Or at least very helpful. Aemon wasn't picky.

If the legendary Others have indeed returned, anything the wizard can give him will be valuable in the fight against them. Preparing for the journey was by no means the only thing he did with Dany. They spent a passionate moment in bed, fucking that Lannister slut Cersei Lannister Arryn.

Elbert Arryn's wife lay between Daenerys' legs, licking her pussy while Aemon pounded his huge cock into Cersei's ass. The lioness was moaning like a whore in Chataya's brothel, demanding that he fuck her harder and harder, that he would take her down with his long, thick cock and turn her into his whore. Dany silenced Cersei by making her eat her pussy covered by her short silver hair. Judging by his wife's moans, Cersei knew how to please her with her tongue. Aemon fucked her into oblivion, using her pussy and asshole for his own pleasure as Cersei came on his cock again and again.

"Yes, my Lannister bitch. I will send you back to your husband with my bastard in your belly," Aemon said, spanking her ass.

“Fuck, yes. Fuck me, my dragon prince. "I'm your whore," Cersei moaned as Dany roughly pulled her blonde hair, forcing her head up.

“Our whore, Cersei. You serve me and my husband. "Know your place, bitch," his wife said, looking piercingly at Elbert Arryn's wife.

“Yes, I am your whore. Use me for your pleasure, dragon princess," Cersei replied, submissive as always when she found herself in their bed.

“Fuck her brains out, husband. So she can't think about anything other than your cock," Dany said.

Aemon smiled fondly at his wife.

"As you wish, Dany," he said and fucked Cersei Lannister Arryn's ass and pussy.

Once he had filled the golden-haired Lioness's ass and cunt, he moved on to his beautiful wife.

He lifted Dany, who was a petite but slender woman, and pinned her against the wall where he fucked her wet, tight pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, Aemon. Fuck me with that monster cock. I want to feel it with all my being! Daenerys moaned.

Aemon didn't deny that to his wife and aunt all in one. His cock hit her most sensitive places again and again, her small tits kept rubbing against his chest, making her shiver with pleasure. He leaned down, kissing his beautiful wife hungrily, forcing his tongue down her throat. Dany used her own language in response, but she didn't stand much of a chance against him on this matter.

He was victorious and was rewarded with the moans and purrs of his satisfied wife. Daenerys wrapped her long legs around his waist, her pussy clenching around his massive eleven inch cock.

“Oh yes, don't stop, Aemon. Fuck my brains out with your cock,” Dany moaned.

Aemon was happy to oblige, giving Daenerys the best fuck of her life. When he finally finished in her pussy, he bent her over the table where he poured olive oil on her ass and then fucked her asshole. Dany moaned the entire time with his massive, big cock in her ass. Dany moans loudly like the best whore in Chataya's brothel, easily taking his cock in her little ass and begging for more. Aemon didn't let up, pounding her ass until he came inside her.

Then he took her in almost every way a man could take a woman. He took advantage of her pussy, ass and mouth and Dany eagerly took his big cock. Afterwards, they lay on the bed, exhausted but happy.

Cersei was by no means the only woman they invited into their bed. They secretly slipped away to Chataya's brothel, where they fucked Marei, Dancy, and Alayaya together. Dancy licked Dana's pussy and Alayaya licked her breasts while Marei rode his cock.

The golden-haired whore was truly beautiful and Aemon had his suspicions that she might be Tywin Lannister's bastard daughter, and if so, he was lucky to have fucked another daughter of the Lord of the Hand. They spent about half a day taking turns fucking the three sluts until they were all blown away by his cock multiple times and Dany enjoyed their tongues and dexterous fingers.
After that, they returned to the Red Keep as quietly as they had left.

The next day, when he was sitting alone in his chamber, looking over the maps of the North, and Dany was on the Dragonpit taking care of Rhaegel, Rhaenys came to him. She inherited her mother's fierce beauty, except for her father's eyes. He looked up from the map, looking at his younger sister.

"What do you want, Rhaenys?" Aemon asked. It didn't escape him that his sister wore low-cut dresses, giving him a good view of her breasts. They were slightly larger than Dany tits, although they certainly couldn't compete with Cersei's or their grandmother's.

“Taking care of my brother. Dany told me you were sitting alone while she went to take care of her dragon. So why don't you play with your little sister, brother," Rhaenys replied, fluttering her eyelashes.
Aemon felt his cock getting hard.

He had played with Rhaenys more than once, alone or with Dany, after all, he had taken her virginity almost two years earlier. Since then, she visited his bed more than once. Aemon was tempted to convince his father that he could take Rhaenys as a second wife.

The Faith would not like it, and neither would House Elendil, but the Faith was weak, especially since it had been split during the reign of Tar-Baelor I Targaryen. The Dunedain were a different matter, and pissing them off was risky, especially since they had a dragon rider, but he thought that if he dealt with the Others' problem, even House Elendil wouldn't be able to veto it. But now I wouldn't mind fucking my sister, turning her into a wet mess.

Rhaenys walked up to him, smiling and swaying her hips. She wasted no time in sitting on his lap, hugging him and pressing her lips to his. Aemon eagerly returned his sister's kisses, his cock pressed against Rhaenys' ample ass.

“I feel like my little brother is happy to see me. How about I free your big friend and we can get down to the fun,” his sister said, smiling flirtatiously before reaching into his pants, grabbing his big cock.

“Fuck it, let it be, Rhaenys. "I can't say no to my little sister," Aemon said, and Rhaenys got off his lap with a sly smile, but still held onto his cock.

“So big, so hard, and that's it for me. I'm going to have so much fun with this,” she said and took off his pants, revealing his big cock. He saw Rhaenys lick her lips as she looked at his cock.

“Brother, be a good person and start by fucking my ass. No oil, you know I like it spicy," she said and leaned over the table where the maps were.

“You don't have to talk me into it twice,” Aemon replied. He walked over from his sister and lifted his skirts. Her smallclothes were already wet with her arousal. He took them off and then inserted one of his fingers into her ass.

"Fuck, Aemon can you not tease me and just fuck my ass with that horse cock," Rhaenys growled.

“You don't tell me what to do. Maybe it's just my wife. You, little sister, do what I tell you. I'll show you where your places are, you little dragon whore," Aemon replied, inserting his entire finger and moving it inside Rhaenys' ass, who screamed and then moaned.

“I need something bigger in my ass, big brother!” she demanded. So Aemon decided to insert two other fingers, joining them with the one he had inserted into Rhaenys' ass, giving her the feeling of something bigger. Of course, his fingers weren't as thick as his cock, but he wanted to show his slutty sister who was boss first.

“Fuck yes, Aemon, it's bigger than the last one, but it's still too small. I need something bigger!” she moaned.

“You have to hang in there, little sister. Know your place and you'll soon get something much bigger," Aemon promised, wiggling three fingers in his ass. His sister moaned and arched her back, moving her ass.

“Don't move your ass like that, sister. Otherwise you won't get my cock, at most I'll fuck your throat"

Rhaenys obeyed and he could finger fuck her ass without breaking his fingers. All this time she was demanding that he finally give her his cock in her ass. He finally decided to do it.

"You don't deserve this, little sister, but if it will shut your mouth to the constant demand for my cock," he said.

Aemon removed his fingers, then grabbed his sister's hips tightly and entered her slowly to let Rhaenys get used to his size.

“FUCK YES, I NEEDED THAT! I FEEL IT CUTTING ME IN HALF! MUCH BETTER THAN YOUR FINGERS, BROTHER!” she screamed loudly.

Aemon grabbed her by her long, dark brown hair and pulled her back, making her scream mixed with a moan.

"Quiet, my slutty little sister, or you'll bring the entire Red Keep down on our backs," he said, slowly pounding her ass with his cock. With each passing minute, he plowed her harder and harder, pressing his hand to her mouth so that her screams and moans wouldn't be heard. He let go of his hair because he knew it was quite painful and he didn't want to disprove her any more. Rhaenys stretched out on the table, turning over the maps, but he didn't care. What mattered now was that he could fuck his little sister's brains out.

His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust and Rhaenys' moans, even muffled by him, only made him feel deeper desire.

He loved fucking his little sister. He then thought of Visenya, his youngest sister, who had recently blossomed, already fifteen years old. Perhaps she was interested in him in ways other than as brother and sister. He and Dany had a lot to show her and teach her. But that was for another time, right now the only thing he wanted was to cum deep in Rhaenys's ass.

“I'm gonna cum soon, little sister. Will he take my semen?” he asked in a voice as quiet as a whisper.”

“OF COURSE YOU FUCK YES, CUM IN ME, OLDER BROTHER!” Rhaenys screamed as he released her mouth.

“With pleasure, little sister,” Aemon replied, and after a dozen or so thrusts, he filled her ass with his cum with a groan.

“Gods, brother. You know how to please a woman,” Rhaenys said as Aemon pulled out of her and sat in the chair.

“Damn, I don't think I'll be able to sit on my ass for a few days,” she added, feeling her ass.

Aemon grinned.

“You wanted this, Rhaenys. I just did it in my own way, which you liked very much," he replied.

Rhaenys rose from the table, straightening her dress. She smiled at him.

“You were great, brother. I'd love to ride your cock, but mother asked me to tell you to have dinner with her tomorrow before you head north," she said, and before Aemon could answer, she knelt in front of him and took his cock in her mouth.

"At least I'll suck this cock for you and clean it up," Rhaenys said and then she sucked his cock. Aemon groaned loudly at this. His little sister was getting quite good at sucking his cock, he could feel her tongue swirling along his shaft, but it was over too quickly for his liking. Rhaenys released his cock, smiling at him before standing up and heading to the exit.

“And you will leave me like this?” Aemon asked.

“I'm sure Aunt Dany or one of your whores would love to be fucked. But I don't have enough time, little brother," she replied and left.

Aemon snorted at that. Fucking her ass and giving her a short blowjob wasn't enough. He hoped there would be a time when he could fuck all of Rhaenys' holes. Now he had to wait for Dany. It will certainly improve what Rhaenys left behind.

That night he and Daenerys fucked like rabbits, and when Rhaenys unexpectedly joined him, he had the opportunity to fuck all of her holes. It was a wonderful night that he intended to repeat more than once.
Finally, his last day had come before he left Dana for the North. He was to have a private dinner with his mother and visit Saruman to see what he had prepared for him.

And to tell the truth, the latter was more exciting for him, because he didn't know what the Master of Magic wanted to give him that could be useful to him. But he would have dinner with his mother first, otherwise she would be irritated with him. The last thing he wanted was to piss off Queen Lyanna Stark. His mother was no joke, she was devoted to her children like a she-wolf protecting her cubs from threats. He loved her with all his heart.

Ser Oswell Whent stood before the entrance to the Hall. The knight nodded when he saw him.

“Prince Aemon, Queen Lyanna is expecting her. Don't make her wait any longer," he said and opened the door.

"I certainly won't, Ser Oswell," he replied and entered the hall. The long table was full of delicacies that made his mouth water. Only after a while did he notice his mother walking towards him. She wore a pale blue dress that showed off her curves and tied her brown hair in a long, intricate braid.

She looked at him with her gray eyes, scanning him like a wolf preparing to pounce on its prey, and then embraced him in a tight embrace. His mother wasn't a weak woman, she had some hidden strength within her, not to mention years of horse riding and sparring practice that did wonders for her body. He felt her breasts pressing against his chest, which made his cock get hard. Luckily, she let go of him before he could poke her knee with his cock. This could have been awkward.

“I am glad that my puppy accepted my invitation. We may not see each other for a long time, so I wanted to say goodbye to you with a wonderful dinner before my brave, beloved son flies north. Brandon will receive you like royalty, I'm sure of it," Lyanna said.

“I know, mom. I'll miss you too, I won't see you for a long time. I'll take care of myself. Dany would kill me if something happened to me," Aemon replied, smiling at his mother.

Lyanna laughed at that.

“She would have to get in line because I would revive you just to kill you and then kill you again. Now sit down and come down with me," she said.

Aemon sat down in a chair and his mother sat across from him. The table was full of delicious dishes, including many different fruits and delicious wines, brought from long journeys by Lord Valandil. The reborn Sea Snake reportedly went further than the original Sea Snake and gained great wealth in the process. So he ate dinner with his mother, talking and joking. As time passed, he noticed his mother touching his arm frequently, licking her fingers clean of her juice, making his cock get hard as he watched his mother suck her fingers.

Dude, calm down. This is your mother. You can't think of her like that,' he mentally scolded himself. However, he had to admit that his mother was a beautiful woman and the years had been kind to her. His father was lucky to have such a woman in his bed.

Rhaenys had much of their mother, including her fierce, northern beauty. At one point, his mother got up and approached him.

“I see you're tense, son. How about a little massage to relax?” she asked.

“With pleasure, Mom. I'll certainly need some rest before I leave Dany for the North tomorrow," Aemon replied.

His mother began massaging his shoulders with the skill of someone who had never done it before.

"Your father liked to have his shoulders rubbed after a long day of ruling," she said.

Aemon liked it too and soon closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of his mother's calloused hands. She was proficient with the sword and trained every day to stay proficient. Still, they felt no less pleasant than the soft hands of Cersei, or his grandmother, or his wife.

He didn't even notice his mother leaning over him and her braid brushing his cheek. He only realized it when he felt a weight on his lap. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother staring at him and in her eyes he saw something he didn't expect to see.

Desire.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Aemon asked, feeling his mother move her ass against his crotch. His cock got hard pretty quickly.

“What you think son. I'm horny as hell and I want you to fuck me on this table with your horse cock," Lyanna replied and kissed him hungrily. He kissed her back, despite being confused and surprised. However, he quickly broke away from her.

“Mom, it's not right,” he said.

“Is it right to fuck your aunt?”

"Dany is my wife and you know Targaryens commit incest."

“Is fucking Cersei Arryn right too?”

Aemon blinked his eyes rapidly.

"How do you know that?" he asked carefully.

“I saw you fucking that bitch in the bathroom. I fingered myself, wanting to be in her place, she was dominated by your big cock. You're bigger than Rhaegar," Lyanna replied, still wiggling her ass in his lap.
Aemon felt a twinge of pride at the thought that he had a bigger cock than his royal father.

“But it's not fair to the father. He loves you," he said.

“Fuck Rhaegar. Since Visenya was born, he hasn't touched me or even slept with me. He claims that according to ancient prophecies, he doesn't think he can have more than three children, and he doesn't want to sleep with me, despite my insistence.Instead, he deals with ruling and looking through old books and scrolls, and contacting Lady Andreth Arataniel, who has Dragon Dreams herself. She feels terribly neglected and horny. Will you help your frustrated mother, puppy?” Lyanna asked, looking at him with puppy eyes.

Gods, Aemon couldn't say no to his mother when she looked at him like that. He was also angry with his father for neglecting his mother because of some stupid prophecy.

Also, a part of his mind craved his mother's body, and he had to admit to himself that the opportunity to bend a beautiful woman like his mother over and fuck her into oblivion was too tempting to pass up.

“Besides, I feel how hard you've gotten, son. Wouldn't Dragonwolf like to play with his wolf mother?” she asked, giving him the most sensual smile he had ever seen.

This was too much for Aemon. He pushed his mother onto the table, spilling plates, glasses and dishes onto the floor.

"Since mom asks so nicely, I will fulfill her request and fuck her like a common whore," he said and lifted her skirts. Her smallclothes were soaked with her juices.

“Oh yes, my dragonwolf. Use your spear and fuck my pussy,” his mother demanded.

Aemon wanted to enjoy the moment with his mother. Enjoy the opportunity to fuck your mother like a common whore. He knelt between her legs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal, then dipped his tongue into her dark-haired pussy. He slid his tongue into her pussy, feasting on her like a traveler thirsty for water after a long journey in the desert.

Fuck yes Aemon. Don't stop it. Your father never did this to me," Lyanna said, trying not to scream so that Ser Oswell wouldn't hear the Prince of Dragonstone fucking the Queen. Aemon mentally snorted at his father. He really didn't understand how his father could neglect his mother so much. He should be with her more often fuck and not bury his head in prophecies and predictions.

Well, his loss was his gain, he could enjoy his mother's body without any hindrance. Suddenly he felt his mother's fingers on his head and she pressed him tightly against her pussy.

"I won't let you go until I cum, son," the mother said.

Then he had to use all his skills to make his mother come. He used his tongue with great skill and Mother had to cover her mouth to prevent Ser Oswell from hearing her moans. Eventually, however, he sensed that his mother would finally cum. It actually came to this and he had to close his eyes as her juices sprayed his face. He tasted it and thought it tasted delicious. His mother finally released his head and he finally stood up. He looked at his mother's reddened face, smiling at her.

"Gods, Aemon, if you can do these things with your tongue, what can you do with this horse's cock," said his mother.

"So that when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more," Aemon thundered. His cock was aiming right at Lyanna Stark's pussy.

“Fuck me with that cock and make me yours,” the mother demanded.

Aemon happily granted her wish. He rammed his entire cock into her, covering her mouth so that her scream wouldn't attract the knight's attention. Gods, her pussy was tight despite giving birth three times, and he felt her clench tightly around his cock, giving him the most pleasurable feeling of his life.

"Fuck, mother. You have such a wet, tight pussy. I'll have to invite Dany, she'll definitely want to fuck you," he said, slamming his cock into her pussy. He silenced her with his mouth, kissing her passionately and pressing his tongue into her. Combined with his cock plundering her pussy, his mother was doomed to be fucked into oblivion.

The whole table shook as he pounded his mother's pussy.

"Oh yes, Aemon, my Dragonwolf. Fuck me, your bastard. Breed me," she said between moans.

The thought of having a child inside his mother was tempting, but he knew it might be a problem for the mother on his father's side. All he needs is to fuck her.

"What would the noble King Rhaegar think of seeing his queen being fucked by the prince like a common whore," Aemon said, and he could tell that his mother's pussy tightened on his cock.

"I'm about to cum, mother," he murmured into her ear.

"Cum inside me. Give me your seed, son!" his mother moaned and with a groan he released his semen into her pussy.

This was by no means the end. He pinned his mother against the wall and then fucked her ass hard. The wall muffled her moans perfectly as he plowed her mother's ass hard and spanked her ass.

"Such a whore for her son"

"Wolf Queen? More like Wolf Whore"

"Father would be impressed by his hard-ass wife taking his son's cock up her ass."

His mother's moans were like music to his ears. He felt that he wouldn't last long and would finally release himself in his mother again. Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he came, filling her ass with his sperm.

He sat down on the chair.

“Now clean my cock of the cum and juices, Mom,” Aemon said and his mother crawled over to him and took his cock in her mouth. Aemon closed his eyes, remembering that he had to visit Saruman. He allowed himself to spend some more time with his beloved mother.

"Welcome to my humble home, my prince," said Saruman, his voice as soft as down and very polite.

Not so modest, Aemon thought, looking around the spacious room. There were several shelves filled with heavy volumes and fragile scrolls. There was a lot of parchment on a small table, as well as a quill and an inkwell.
The second one was full of various metal objects and a thick black wax candle, but when he touched it, he felt that it was rough and its edges were sharp. He withdrew his hand. Saruman's staff was leaning against the wall next to the window overlooking the city. Besides, there was nothing valuable here.

“Glass Candle, Prince Aemon. "Interesting thing, but that's not why I invited you here," said Saruman, seeing him touch the candle.

"And that makes me wonder, Lord Saruman. What is it you want to give me?" said Aemon, intrigued by what the wizard wanted to tell him.

"Wait a minute. I keep it in the bedroom," Saruman said and disappeared into the bedroom.

So Aemon waited, staring at the glass candle. He wondered if it could still be used the way the mages of Old Valyria had used it.

"Let the prince take a look at it. I'm sure you'll like it," said Saruman, who left the bedroom. In his hands he carried a sword in a black leather sheath. Aemon noticed that its hilt ended in a pommel in the shape of a dragon's head with eyes of rubies.

"A sword, but I already have a sword, Lord Saruman," he said.

"But not like that," the wizard replied and took the blade from its sheath. It was as dark as smoke.

Valyrian steel.

"Where did you get it?" Aemon asked, not believing his eyes.

"Let me just say that years of research and study have finally paid off. I discovered how to forge Valyrian steel, and my colleague forged a sword by turning ordinary steel into Valyrian steel. I think you will find such a sword useful, my prince," the wizard explained.

Aemon grabbed his sword and brandished it. It did have the lightness typical of Valyrian steel.

"If it is true and not that you obtained such a sword in another way, my father will gild you. Tywin Lannister himself will pay you a fortune for such a sword," he said.

"Certainly yes, although I am not interested in gold, but in knowledge and its use in a useful cause, my prince," replied the wizard, stroking his beard.

"Does this sword have a name?" Aemon asked.

"No, my prince," replied Saruman.

"Then I'll call him Dragonclaw."

Meanwhile in Asshai

We're approaching the port, lady," Pallando said, looking at Shiera.

"Now the most difficult thing. We have to get on board the West Wind. Her captain is a good friend of ours. He brought us to Asshai and is waiting for us. Once we manage to sneak between the Black Riders and get on board the ship, we will be safe. We will sail west to Westeros," Alatar said.

Shiera nodded curtly. If they can get onto the ship and sail away, she will be safe. She still wasn't sure to trust the two wizards, but she had no other choice. Without their help, escaping from the Necromancer's minions may be impossible. It was times like these that she really missed Brynden.

Her sweet Bloodraven, her dear half-brother who was also her lover. She remembered how he had begged her to marry him countless times, but she had refused every time. She didn't want to get married, but she had no problem fucking him. With him and other men who caught her eye. Eventually, Brynden went too far in his desire to end the line of descendants of their half-brother Daemon, for which Aegon gave him the choice between death or taking the black. Brynden chose the latter. She went to talk to him the day before he was sent to the Wall. King Aegon allowed her to see him when she made a request to him.

Brynden sat on the windowsill, looking out the barred window at the waters of Blackwater Bay. He was placed on the top floor of the Dungeon Tower, in one of the cells intended for high-born lords or knights. He had long white hair combed back to cover the missing eye that Aegor had knocked out during the Battle of the Red Grass Fields. He had a wine-colored mark on his right cheek, which gave him his infamous nickname Bloodraven. His skin was white like milk and his eye were red like blood. Thin but tall, he was dressed in scarlet and smoke colors. Hearing her footsteps, he turned his head and looked at her. His hard features seemed to soften at the sight of her.

"Shiera," she said, his usual firm, serious tone soft as butter.

“Brynden, I heard what you did. The king took away your Dark Sister and threw you into the dungeon. Tomorrow you sail with the Raven's Teeth, your people. You will also be accompanied by young Maester Aemon. The king's brother wants to take the black so that the lords at court who are not happy with Tar-Aegon IV's rule will use him to replace his younger brother on the Iron Throne. Do you regret what you did?” she asked.

“No, and even if I knew the final result, I would still do it. Everything I did was for the good of the Targaryens and the Eight Kingdoms. Men like Isildur Elendilion may condemn me and brand me a kinslayer, but I have only done what none of these honorable fools would do. All these lords saw the price they would pay for betraying the Iron Throne. No one will support Daemon's sons and grandsons anymore. The cause of the Black Dragon died that day.

Even if Aegor decides to attack with his challenger, he will be alone. None of the lords will support his cause. If I have to spend the rest of my life in exile at the end of the world, on that damned Wall, so be it," Brynden replied, and there was no anger or frustration in his voice, only calm and composure.

“I came to say goodbye to you, Brynden. I know we'll never see each other again. I loved you as you loved me, but I couldn't be your wife. Neither does Aegor. Or anyone else. Marriage is not and never has been for me. You will go to the Wall, where you will spend the rest of your life, no matter how long or short it is. I will leave the court in King's Landing, I will leave Westeros to study magic in Essos. I will go to Lys, my late mother's hometown, and then I will move on to the east. Farther than anyone on this earth has ever gone.”

"It's Asshai herself," Brynden said, a smile appearing on his face. “You have always been ambitious, my Seastar. It's a pity it won't be like that for me, with you. Sometimes I felt the urge to leave it all and go with you, even to Asshai itself. It's too late for that now. But I have a feeling you'll be fine. You always coped, no matter how difficult the challenge was.”

“Yes, I want to reach the edge of the world and experience magic that I will never know here in Westeros. It's a pity you won't be with me. You were dear to me and always will be, my brother, my love. I want you to leave me precious memories before we part, forever," Shiera replied and shed her dress in one move. She smiled inwardly as she saw the lust and desire in her lover's red eye.

Brynden stood up and walked over to her, grabbing her and kissing her passionately. They quickly landed in bed, where they indulged in their last passion.

Shiera shook her head. She couldn't think about it, she had to focus on escaping.

"Watch out, one of the Black Riders is approaching," Alatar whispered.

“Quick, hide in our shadow, Shiera,” Pallando urged. She did as he said and hid it behind them. The wizard swung his staff and was surprised to see that her hands had become transparent. He put an invisibility spell on her or something like that. She hoped he wouldn't see her. She watched as one of these Necromancer's minions rode up to the Blue Wizards.

“You two, have you seen a beautiful woman with silver hair and multicolored eyes? "Her name is Shiera Seastar," hissed the Black Rider.

"We saw her," Alatar said, and Shiera's heart almost stopped. They were planning to release it! She knew she couldn't trust them. What a fool she turned out to be!

"Where?" he asked.

“On the street we're coming from. We overheard him talking to some magician that he was planning to sneak out of the city with a caravan that was leaving the city today and going to Yi Ti," Pallando replied.
Shiera breathed a sigh of relief. However, she was wrong about these wizards. They did not betray her, on the contrary, they lied to the Black Rider to divert their attention from the port.

The Black Rider rushed forward. He let out a piercing screech that seemed to choke the will and terrify all who heard it.

As it turned out, it was a summons, because the rest of the Black Riders appeared from all sides and rushed towards the gate where the caravan leaving for Yi Ti, as Pallando had said, was leaving.

“Now we have opportunities. Run to the ship! Quick!" Alatar said.

They rushed whenever the horse jumped out. They quickly reached a large, three-masted ship. Flags with a white tree and seven stars above it on a field black as night. Shiera recognized that it was one of the Karak Dunedain, intended for long sea journeys. As they boarded, Pallando lifted the invisibility spell from her. A man with a sea-tanned face, close-cropped black hair, and sharp gray eyes approached them. He looked to be about seven feet tall.

“Pallando, Alatar, I see that you are back and I see that you are not alone. Who is this charming young lady. She looks like a peasant, but you don't see peasant women in a place like Asshai. She must be some sort of sorceress," said the man.

“She's a friend, Aldarion. They're after her, and yes, you're right, she's a sorceress who needs our help if she's to escape this terrible danger. We must leave immediately," Alatar explained.

"I see. My crew is fed up with this place anyway. They don't like this city, it harbors some old evil. We'll be leaving soon," Aldarion said. He bowed low to her, then gave orders to the crew, which they began to swarm around like ants in an anthill.

Shiera rested her hands on the side of the ship. She was safe and would be leaving Asshai any moment now. The Necromancer's minions won't get her. Her past will catch up with her, returning to Westeros will be difficult. Too many memories associated with this place.

The terrible scream that echoed through the city caused her to turn her back to him. She hoped he would leave before the Black Riders discovered they had been tricked. She closed her eyes, seeing Brynden's pale face before her.



Dragonclaw (AI has a really hard time making the head realistically sized, that's why the art doesn't have this head)

Chapter Text

"So Lord Saruman has discovered a way to forge aah fucking Valyrian steel," his mother said, or rather moaned, as she straddled his cock. He was buried deep inside her and she floated on him as if she were sitting on her favorite steed. “And he gave you a sword that was forged by a blacksmith who worked for him. You say you named him Dragonclaw? "Enough and fuck, this horse cock is stretching me like he couldn't Rhaegar ah, obvious for you, son."

Aemon smiled as he heard his mother moan. It was hard for her to talk without moaning as she mounted his cock.

Today he was supposed to leave for the North with Daenerys. However, at breakfast, the mother wished for one last meeting before he and his wife set off for Winterfell. And considering that she had been rubbing her foot against his crotch throughout breakfast while his father was eating breakfast nearby, without even realizing what his wife was doing to him, it all the more suggested in his mind what kind of meeting his mother was talking about. Dany had no problem with not being invited to this meeting.
“After all, she's your mother.

It may be a long time before he sees you again. I'll be waiting for you at Dragonpit. Rhaegal already misses me," Daenerys said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. In response, he kissed her passionately on the lips and only then let her go. Before she left, he slapped her butt, which only made her laugh.

"Lecher," she said, wagging her finger at him, but Aemon didn't care about the threat. He knew his wife too well to take this threat seriously.

He waited until his mother left the Great Hall before going to her chamber. It took him a long time to get there. Maegor's Keep was a veritable maze of corridors, so it was sometimes difficult to reach a specific place. Like his lady mother's chamber. At last he reached her chamber, guarded as usual by Ser Oswell Whent, who bowed at the sight of him.

"My prince," he said. "The Queen is Waiting for You"

Before he could open the door for him, it opened and his mother stood there.

“Come in, son, I've been waiting for you. Ser Oswell, I won't need you now, I assure you that my son will defend me if anyone were foolish enough to attack the Queen in the heart of the Red Keep, and I can defend myself. Go around this corridor. If I need you, I'll take you," his mother said in a firm tone.

"As you wish, my queen," the knight replied before walking off to patrol the corridor.

Aemon could have congratulated his mother for using her authority to keep Ser Oswelle Whent away from her chambers so he wouldn't hear him fucking his mother. He was a Targaryen, yes, but no one would probably bat an eyelid if he wanted to spend some time alone with his mother and certainly wouldn't call it scandalous. It's better that the father never hears that he's fucking his mother, his wife, because it will end in a huge scandal and someone's head will roll off the executioner's stump, most likely his mother's. After all, the father had only himself to blame, he needed to fuck his mother more often and he hadn't even done that since Visenya was born.

When he reached the queen's chamber, his mother closed the door behind him. Looking around, he saw a large bed with a white and gray canopy, a bookcase, a wardrobe, chests at the foot of the bed with his lady mother's personal belongings, and a small table by the window with white and gray curtains. The floor was covered with soft Myr carpets with geodesic patterns. Next to the bed he noticed a door leading most likely to the queen's private bathroom. Above the bed hung a shield with a laughing weirwood painted on it. Aemon smiled at that. It reminded him that his mother had once entered a tournament as a mysterious knight known as the Knight of the Laughing Tree, and had defeated several knights before being thrown down by Ser Arthur Dayne.

Despite this, his mother was very proud of her part in it. Many also called her "New Visenya" for this reason, which in Aemon's opinion was very deserved. She was an excellent swordsman and her father sparred with her many times, as well as with the knights of the Kingsguard, improving his swordsmanship. He had to face his mother once to see if he could handle it. However, all these thoughts went out the window when his mother told him to take off his pants and smallclothes and lay him on the bed. Aemon did as his mother told him.

His massive cock was hanging between his legs, but when his mother wrapped both hands around it and started pumping it, it soon became rock hard. He saw the sly smile on his mother's face. Without a word, she took off her smallclothes, lifted the skirts of the gray dress she was wearing today, then straddled him and her wet pussy penetrated his massive cock.

“Fuck, you really are bigger than Rhaegar. After yesterday's meeting, I needed to feel your big cock inside me again. "There wasn't a better opportunity, especially since you'll be gone for a long time," her mother said, groaning loudly.

She began to bounce rhythmically on his massive shaft and her breasts bounced temptingly. And that's how he ended up in his current position. He told his mother about Saruman's discovery of the secret of forging Valyrian steel and that a blacksmith working for him forged such a sword, which the wizard gave him. He had mentioned this to his wife earlier and showed her the sword. She was impressed.

“When the lords of Westeros hear that a wizard knows how to forge Valyrian steel, they will flock like bees to honey to get it. "Saruman could quickly become an extremely wealthy man," Dany told him then.

Aemon couldn't help but agree. Valyrian steel was very rare and Tywin Lannister offered a fortune for one such sword, but the lords were very attached to their family swords and would rather sell their daughters than their swords.

However, Saruman told him that he was not interested in money, but in knowledge. However, the money will be useful if you want to expand your knowledge, which the wizard certainly knows.

He moaned louder as his mother impaled herself on his cock up to the hilt.

“Oh yes, I love your cock, Aemon. It stretches me so wonderfully, unlike your father's cock. It's not as big and thick as yours," she said.

“I will pass this on to my father later, mother. Somehow I had forgotten to tell him about it over breakfast. It's hard to concentrate when my mother has been teasing my cock through my pants all breakfast," Aemon replied.

“I'll say it, but fuck me now, son! She wants to be fucked so hard she can't walk straight!” his mother demanded.

Aemon had no choice but to fulfill his mother's wish. He grabbed her hips, holding them tightly so that her mother could bounce nicely on his cock. He stared at her tits, which were bouncing as her mother rode him like a stallion. They almost spilled out of her dress, but they remained in place. Instead, Aemon leaned down and kissed his mother passionately on the lips. She bit his lip in response. He felt blood on his mouth.

“This She-Wolf has fangs,” he said, amused by this. A little blood never hurt anyone. But just having his mother bounce on his massive cock wasn't enough for him. With the agility of a shadowcat, he flipped his mother onto her back, ramming his cock into her pussy with the force of a battering ram.

“FUCK YES, AEMON! FUCK MY BRAIN OUT WITH YOUR BIG MASSIVE SHANK! I NEED IT!" the mother screamed. She dug her fingers into his back until he felt her scratching him painfully. He thrust in with powerful thrusts, giving his mother no light treatment. He took her as he would a roadside whore or a tavern wench. Strong, sharp, brutal, like a wild animal that must dominate its partner.

And his mother could only moan helplessly, writhing beneath him as his cock brutally fucked her pussy. No, not helplessly. His mother dug her nails into his back hard, making him hiss in pain. Yes, his mother obviously liked being taken hard and Aemon was more than willing to give her that.

“Oh yes, fuck me like the bitch I am. Dominate your strong mother with this massive manly cock. Show this bitch where she is!” she screamed.

"Bitchs don't scream," he scolded her. “Bitchs do what they're told. Now shut up and take my massive cock in that slutty pussy, Bitch.”

And his mother took it. And when he smashed his mouth into hers, she pushed her tongue down his throat. He was not defeated by this unexpected attack. Instead, he responded with his tongue and it was his mother who had to retract. He plundered her mouth.

His mother could only gurgle as he dominated her throat and pussy. He felt like his mother was cumming on his cock over and over again. She must have had several orgasms as he pounded her into oblivion with his cock. His back was burning, which meant his mother had to scratch him until he bled. He didn't worry about it, he had a special cream for just such an event. Some of his lovers were real beasts in bed and scratched his back more than once. And his mother must have gotten some pleasure from it.

“Destroy me with that bitch breaker so that no other cock but yours can satisfy me,” his mother moaned.

His cock certainly broke more than one woman. They always came back for more.

“Take my load, bitch. That's all you're good for. "To take your son's cum," he growled and with a loud groan he cummed deep inside her. His mother came too by this time, wriggling beneath him like an eel in a net. When he pulled out of her pussy, his eyes were clouded with lust. She looked at him defiantly.

“I want you to fuck my ass now. And without oil,” he demanded.

“I warn you, this may be painful for the mother. Especially with my size,” Aemon replied.

Her mother waved her off.

“Don't worry about it. I can handle. I'm a Stark of Winterfell, not some delicate southern lady. Just fuck my ass with that cock” she said.

Who was Aemon to go against his mother's wishes? So he did as she asked. However, he made sure not to hurt her while penetrating her ass. So when my mother laid her on her stomach, sticking her ass out, he positioned himself appropriately, and then, inch by inch, he began to penetrate her ass until he was fully immersed in her ass.

“FUCK YES, RHAEGAR HAS NEVER EVER FUCKED MY ASS. MAKE ME CANT SIT ON IT!” the mother screamed.

And so Aemon fucked his mother's ass, slowly at first so that she could get used to his size. But then he plowed her ass hard.

“Whose whore are you, mother?” he asked, slapping her buttocks.

"Yours, Aemon," her mother replied, groaning.

"Louder, I Can't Hear"

"Your"

“Again, whose whore are you?”

“YOUR WHORE, AEMON. YOU CAN USE ME AS YOU LIKE!” the mother screamed.

Aemon loved this game. More than once, Dany did it on the women they brought into bed. He especially enjoyed doing this on Lady Taena, who was taking his pounding into her tight ass very well.

He was halfway through fucking his mother's ass when the door opened and a woman walked in. Aemon looked at her, almost jumping out of his clothes, afraid that someone had discovered them and would report them to his father. However, he met a woman.

Tall, dark-haired, with beautiful blue eyes and a really luscious body, wide hips and a big ass. She wore a simple red dress with a low neckline that gave him a good view of her massive breasts. She gave him a wicked smile.

Megette Flowers, his former nanny and his first crush. Aemon can't count how many times he masturbated, imagining his buxom nanny riding his cock, her massive tits bouncing as she rode him.

"I see I have come at the wrong time, my prince, my queen," she said.

“Why, Megette. We'll be done soon and you can fuck my son," his mother replied.

Aemon looked at his mother as he continued to fuck his mother's ass.

“Wait, Megette came here to fuck with me?” he asked, only thinking that he would fulfill his dreams and fuck his hot nanny.

“Yes, son. Don't think I don't know about your crush on the beautiful Megette Flowers and that's why I invited her because she is also very loyal to. She likes you too and would love to fuck you. You are even ready to become your mistress and give birth to your bastards. "She's made for fucking," his mother replied, moaning with every word, which made him not understand everything right away, although he liked the idea of his beautiful nanny becoming heavy with his baby sucking on her big breasts.

“Really, Megette?” Aemon asked, looking at the buxom bastard of Reach.

Megette Flowers nodded, giving him a seductive look.

“Really, my prince. I know you are married, but I will be happy to be your mistress and if you want, I will bear you children. A strong son or a beautiful daughter with breasts as big as mine to warm your future son's bed with Princess Daenerys. I also heard about your skill in bed and I want to check how you fuck” she said and her massive breasts jiggled under her dress.

At that moment, Aemon cummed deep inside his mother's ass. It was too much for him. He had both a wild mother and a buxom nanny who was his first crush. And if he had the chance to fuck her now, he would gladly take it.

He slid his cock out of his mother's ass and she moaned at this. He looked at Megette, who was staring at his cock in awe and shock.

“Gods, you are as big as a horse. I will enjoy every minute with this monster cock,” she said.

Aemon smiled at his former nanny.

"Undress. I want to put my cock between those wonderful tits and cum on your face," she said.

Megette had a wicked smile on her face as she took off her gown.

“Have fun with her, son. I'll watch you ruin that bastard with your horse cock like you ruined me," his mother said.

Aemon certainly wanted to ruin his nanny and then breed her.

Megette Flowers tossed her clothes aside and Aemon admired her toned, beautiful body, especially those large breasts with pink nipples that were just begging to be sucked. Nanny walked over to him and then knelt between his legs and wrapped her breasts around his cock, the head of which was the only one sticking out above Nanny's breasts.

Aemon moaned, feeling the softness of the skin on his cock. Megette, with a cheeky smile, wrapped her full, red lips around his cock. Aemon moaned loudly as he felt the woman's tongue lick the tip of his cock while her mouth sucked on it. The Reach bastard moved her tits up and down his massive shaft, which only made him moan louder. This, combined with her skillful tongue and soft lips, felt almost like heaven. Fuck, his former nanny knew how to please a man.

“Do you like this, my prince? Do you like it when your old nanny sucks your cock and blows it with her big tits?” Megette asked.

"I love it. I've been dreaming about fucking you for a long time, Megette. And please call me Aemon when we fuck,” Aemon said.

“Now you will make your dream come true, Aemon,” Megette Flowers replied, going back to sucking the head of his cock.

Aemon didn't even realize when he felt like he was about to come, that's how good the feeling of Megette Flowers' tits and mouth was on his cock.

“Fuck…I'm going to…cum,” he moaned and ejaculated all over the Reach bastard's face and tits, painting them white.

“You taste delicious, Aemon,” Megette purred, tasting his semen from her face and tits.

Aemon didn't notice as he left the bed and found himself on the carpet with the lush nanny beneath him, fucking like rabbits in heat. His cock was buried deep in Megette's wet, tight pussy, which gripped his shaft tightly, or his hands, which kneaded and squeezed her massive, large breasts, or his lips, which kissed the beautiful woman in the heat of the moment.

“Fuck, your cock is almost splitting my pussy in half,” Megette moaned loudly, but Aemon silenced her with a passionate kiss.

“I will breed you until you are as heavy as my baby, Megette. You will be wet nurse and nanny to my bastards,” Aemon said, squeezing those glorious mounds of the bastard of the Reach.

Megette moaned loudly.

“Oh yes, breed me, Aemon. He filled my pussy with his cum until I can't walk and I'm getting heavy with your children. And these wonderful big tits will feed them,” she said.

Aemon would love to breed his nanny, but he must first ensure that Dany is pregnant first before she spreads her seed elsewhere. But then his favorite nanny will be the first of many to give birth to his bastards.

“Fuck, you have such a tight pussy. I'm going to enjoy every moment of fucking your gorgeous body, Megette," Aemon said, pounding his old nanny's pussy over and over again until her blue eyes rolled into the back of her head from the intense pleasure he was giving her.

“She's yours, Aemon. "My body is yours," Megette replied and moaned loudly and long as he played with her nipples, pinching and nibbling them. Finally, after a long time, when he was fucking his old nanny and his mother was masturbating at the sight, he felt like he was about to cum. With a mighty groan, he cummed deep inside Megette's pussy, filling her to the brim with his cum. When he pulled out of her, Megette Flowers lay unconscious, her massive breasts heaving steadily.

“You knocked her down, son. She'll probably be unconscious for a long time," his mother said.

"And I can't wait too long, otherwise Daenerys will come looking for me," Aemon replied.

"I'll take care of her, son," Lyanna replied, getting out of bed. “And I hope that one day you will put my grandchildren in it. Perfect for giving birth to children"

“Certainly, but only if I put the baby in Dana's belly first, Mom.”

Lyanna laughed.

“Of course, of course, son. But don't make me wait long for my grandchildren. Now go!”

Aemon kissed his mother on the lips and then on the cheek, then put on smallclothes and trousers, and left the queen's chambers.

“You're finally here, Aemon. "And I wanted to go get you, you were gone for so long," Daenerys said, smiling at him. She stood next to Rhaegal, who was finishing devouring the great ox, and next to his wife stood Ser Arthur Dayne, as always.

“Sorry, the meeting with my mother was a bit longer and my old nanny came. It's been a long time since I last saw her," Aemon replied.

He changed into all black; his tunic, trousers, belt, riding kennels, gloves and even his cloak fastened with a brooch in the shape of three dragon heads were black as night. He often carried himself like this, causing the smallfolk and even some lords and knights to call him "The Black Prince" alongside "Dragonwolf", although the latter amused Aemon immensely. He always thought it was an interesting call back to his heritage as a Targaryen on his father's side and a Stark on his mother's side.

After meeting his mother and Megette, Flowers went to his chamber, where he changed into a black outfit and took out the Dragon Claw, which he kept hidden deep in a chest made of black wood covered with iron and covered with ancient Valyrian glyphs and images of dragons, and put it on his belt.

Supposedly, this chest was the personal property of Daenys Targaryen, better known as Daenys the Dreamer, whose vision of the Doom of Valyria saved the Targaryens from sharing the fate of other houses of the Dragon Lords who perished during the Doom of Valyria or shortly thereafter. Something he can be grateful for, otherwise he would never have existed, or existed as someone completely different than Aemon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and heir to Aegon the Conqueror's Iron Throne.

He then found Hostamir, who paired with Ser Alliser Thorne, Master-at-Arms of the Red Keep. However, the experienced, fifty-year-old knight did not have much chance in a duel with Dunadan, who served in the Royal Guard. When they finished sparring, he approached Hostamir and told him it was time to go. Dunadan just nodded and followed him without a word. They took the horses from the stable and rushed to the Dragonpit, where his wife was waiting for them, accompanied by the Sword of the Morning. However, his back still burned from the scratches his mother had given him.

“Ah, Megette Flowers. The biggest tits in King's Landing. She certainly wanted to gain your good graces by serving you in a very different and much more pleasant way. Better for you though, Aemon, the next time you bring that Reach bastard into our bed. I want to bury my face in her massive tits while she mounts my husband. And if you breed a girl with breasts as big as her mother, our future son will have a great bed warmer," Daenerys replied.

"She certainly doesn't mind the idea of being my paramour and giving birth to my bastards," Aemon replied. “We will certainly share my buxom nanny when we return to King's Landing"

Daenerys embraced him, kissing him passionately. Aemon kissed her back, patting her ass. It wasn't as big as Megette's ass, but it was as shapely as his mother's. Aemon loved how his wife's ass bounced on his cock.

"I'll hold you to your word, my lecher," Dany said, and Aemon saw a glint of mischief in his wife's and aunt's purple eyes, brighter than his own, which were so dark purple that they seemed more black than purple.

"I hate to interrupt this touching moment, but it's time to move on before nightfall, my prince, my princess," Ser Arthur interjected reluctantly.

"Your lewd plans can wait, my prince, my princess," Ser Hostamir added in a serious tone.

“Oh right, right. Husband, tell me to open the dome and jump on Ancalagon. It's time to go North," Dany said, pulling away from Aemon. Only now did Aemon notice that his wife was dressed in a white woolen dress and that there was a silver chain with a three-headed dragon running through her chest. Dark gloves covered her hands. Her long silver-gold hair fell to her chest like a stream of gold and silver.

She looked beautiful, like a goddess who had descended among mortals. And she was his wife, something he would always thank his father for when he married them to him, even though Viserys wasn't happy about it. He himself wanted to marry his twin sister, but Dany chose him as her husband when her father gave her the choice between her twin and his only son.

Dany chose him, which angered Viserys. Then he didn't speak to him for a long time and even disappeared from King's Landing for many moons. He was seen riding his dragon, Stormcloud, who was previously the dragon of Aemon's deceased grandfather, Tar-Aerys II Targaryen, and flying away to the east. Prince Oberyn's spy reports mentioned sightings of Viserys and Stormcloud in Myr, then Lys and finally Volantis. There, he is said to have enjoyed the hospitality of one of the Triarchs of Volantis, Malaquo Maegyr, who offered him his niece Talisa as a wife or even as a concubine.

Viserys reportedly refused, but agreed to take Lady Talise to King's Landing, where she joined his mother's ladies-in-waiting. He eventually returned on the wings of his dragon to King's Landing with Lady Talisa Maegyr. At that time, Aemon was staying on Dragonstone with his wife and grandmother. He had only heard rumors that his uncle was talking to his father about something, but the details of this conversation were unknown to him. Viserys' father and uncle didn't say anything specific either.

“Open the dome,” Aemon said and one of the Dragonkeepers moved the lever. The dome opened wide, wide enough for an adult dragon to fly in and out of the Dragonpit with ease.

Aemon mounted Ancalagon, who responded to his call from one of the long pits, and then helped Ser Hostamir mount the dragon. Daenerys did the same to Ser Arthur, who had never enjoyed the opportunity to fly on a dragon. At least Hostamir kept his comments on the subject silent, though he did once mention to him that if the One wanted his children to fly, he would give them wings.

'Īlon sōvegon, Ancalagon. Īlon sōvegon!” (We fly, Ancalagon. We fly!) Aemon said and Ancalagon roared, then raised his wings. He began to wave them and soon they were flying over King's Landing. Dany flew alongside them on Rhaegal. The golden-green dragon snapped its jaws at Ancalagon, who responded in kind and even blew smoke straight into the smaller dragon's face.

Of all the four dragons that his father had hatched on his grandfather's pyre on the day of his coronation, Ancalagon was the largest of them, and that was always a source of pride. This, however, amused his father and uncles, whose dragons were both larger and older than his. Aemon stared at the horizon.

Even on a dragon, reaching Winterfell would take several days, which was faster than traveling on horseback, which would take up to half a year. By ship, it takes more than half that time. Only on the wings of a dragon or a Great Eagle could these distances be covered in just a few days. No living humans except him and Hostamir had ever flown on the back of the Great Eagle, so only someone with a dragon could get from King's Landing to Winterfell in such a short time. Another blessing of being a Targaryen.

"My prince, I can see Riverrun," Ser Hostamir told him. His eyes saw Dunadan much further than Aemon had hoped to see with his own eyes.

And indeed, almost beneath them loomed a castle with red sandstone walls. Compared to the monstrosity that was Harrenhal, from this distance Riverrun seemed like nothing more than a toy that some bored kid tossed around when he got tired of playing. The stronghold of House Tully lay at the junction of Tumblestone and Red Fork. In case of danger, they could open the locks, filling the wide moat on the western side of the castle with water. Riverrun then became an island, virtually impossible to conquer unless the enemy could walk on water.

The Tullys certainly chose a good place to build their headquarters. However, Aemon had recently heard that old Lord Hoster Tully had not demanded and his duties had been taken over by his heir, Ser Edmure Tully, who had the support of his mother, Lady Minisa Tully of House Whent. She was the younger sister of Ser Oswell Whent of the Kingsguard, making Ser Edmure, Lady Lysa, and his aunt Catelyn the nephews of the faithful knight.

"Let us stop here for the night and tomorrow we will move on," he said to Ser Hostamir. He signaled to Daenerys, who was flying next to him, and then he directed his dragon towards the castle. It wasn't long before Ancalagon landed softly in the courtyard of Riverrun, followed shortly by Rhaegal.

A group of people ran out of the fortress, a young man, an older woman, men in armor, someone who looked like a maester and a septon, and an unarmed man who could have been the manager. Everyone fell to one knee as Aemon briskly got off his dragon, followed by Hostamir. Dany climbed off Rhaegal gracefully, while Arthur was really clumsy, much to Aemon's amusement.

“Stand up,” he said, waving his hand. He approached the gathered people with his wife and two knights. He looked at the young, red-haired man with blue eyes and a thick, fiery red beard. He was not much taller than him and certainly older than him. The woman who stood next to him casually must have been fifty years old, maybe younger.

Aemone's attention did not escape the fact that despite her age, she was still beautiful, with short, auburn hair with streaks of gray, blue eyes, a beautiful face, a curvaceous body and a big butt. She looked remarkably like his Aunt Catelyn, so Aemon concluded that she must be Lady Minisa, Lord Hoster's wife and mother of his three children.

He spotted the maester, who was an older, gray-haired man, contrasting with the young man, no more than twenty-something, in septon robes. Around his neck hung the crystal of his order, so different from the chain that maesters wore. There were also many other people, guards, knights and servants.

“Prince Aemon, Princess Daenerys, welcome to Riverrun. I am Ser Edmure Tully and this is my lady mother, Lady Minisa Tully. We didn't expect your arrival. There has been no news from King's Landing," said Ser Edmure Tully.

“Nothing is wrong, Ser Edmure Tully. We are flying to Winterfell and have decided to stop at Riverrun for the night before continuing tomorrow," Aemon replied. He looked around. “And where is Lord Hoster Tully? Isn't he currently in Riverrun?”

“My husband rarely leaves his bed. Illness confined him to him and therefore he was unable to greet you, although he asked you to send him your warmest welcome and that the hospitality of Riverrun belongs to you, my prince," replied Lady Minisa, without taking her eyes off him.

Aemon smiled. Maybe staying at Riverrun today won't be so bad.

“We will be happy to use it, my lady,” he replied and kissed Lady Minisa's hand. The woman smiled at him.

“What about dragons?” Ser Edmure asked, pointing to Ancalagon and Rhaegal.

“What is it supposed to be? If you're worried about them flying around the Riverlands and doing damage, it won't happen. Our dragons listen to us and will not fly freely if we do not allow them. Just provide them with food and they won't cause any problems," Aemon replied with a shrug.

The servants led them to a large, welcoming chamber, which pleased Aemon. There was a large bed with red and blue curtains, carpets on the floor. A wide window, covered with thin white curtains, looked straight onto Red Fork. In addition, there was a bookshelf, a table with a few chairs, a wardrobe for clothes and a chest for personal items. Aemon removed the Dragon Claw from its simple leather sheath and placed it in the chest. He didn't want to parade around with Valyrian steel just yet. There will be time for that later.

“I saw Lady Minisa staring at you, Aemon. "For a tasty piece of meat," Dany said, standing by the window and staring at the lazily flowing river. From here he could clearly see her silver-gold hair that fell down her back.

“Do you think he wants to fuck me?” Aemon asked.

Dany snorted loudly.

“Of course I do, husband. Her husband has been ill for a long time and cannot fulfill his marital duties. She's definitely frustrated and you're definitely the most handsome man she's seen in a long time. If he comes to us tonight, you will buy me Arbor gold for a year," she said.

“But what if he doesn't come?”

“Then we will have orgies on Dragonstone. You will be able to fuck my mother, Lady Joanna, Lady Janna and Lady Taena and maybe even my ladies-in-waiting," she replied.

Aemon really liked this idea, although even if he didn't win, he still wouldn't lose.

“The deal stands, my wife,” he said, extending his hand.

They shook hands, sealing the deal.

“Oh yes, my prince. Fuck me with that horse cock,” Lady Minisa moaned as Aemon pounded into her wet pussy. Hoster Tully's wife's voice was muffled as Dany sat on her face.

"Don't talk slut, just work on my pussy," she growled at her, which silenced Lady Minisa, who went back to licking his wife's pussy.

Just as his wife had predicted, Lady Minisa visited them tonight, eager to be fucked by his horse cock and even eat Daenerys' pussy. She was horny as hell because she hadn't had sex in a long time, especially since her husband hadn't had sex with her in a long time. Aemon remembered how, during the feast Ser Edmure had thrown in their honor, Lady Minisa had been rubbing her foot against his crotch all evening.

It was quite torture, and Dany smiled to herself as if she knew exactly what was going on under the table. Aemon himself didn't know how he survived that evening when Lady Minisa harassed his crotch with her foot, but eventually the feast ended and Aemon and his wife returned to their chamber. They didn't have to wait long for Lady Minisa to arrive, and she was very blunt about what she wanted.

And so they found themselves in the current situation, Aemon pounding Lady Riverrun's pussy while Dany rode her face.

“Fuck, your pussy is tight. I guess no one has fucked you in a long time,” he said, slamming his massive cock into her pussy again and again.

"Ghhhh," was all Lady Minisa managed to say, busy licking Daenerys' pussy.

“Don't ask her, just fuck her like there's no tomorrow, Aemon. This bitch needs it” she said and moaned louder.

"As my wife wishes," Aemon replied and increased the force of his thrusts.

He fucked Lady Riverrun's pussy for a long time while Dany enjoyed her tongue, many times Lady Minisa came on his cock when Aemon finally came deep inside her.

"Gods, no one has fucked me so good in a long time, my prince, my princess," Lady Minisa panted as Dany got off her face.

"You can just call us Aemon and Daenerys in bed, Lady Miniso," Aemon replied.

“Then just call me Minisa, Aemon,” the red-haired lady replied.

Aemon lay next to him, smiling boldly at the curvaceous woman. Dany got on all fours and wrapped her mouth around his massive rod. With her skill acquired from countless fuck sessions where his dear wife had sucked his cock, she cleaned it of Lady Minisa's juices with perfect precision.

“You have a wonderful cock, husband,” Dany praised as always.

“The biggest one I've ever seen in my life. Even bigger than my husband's cock," Minisa added.

“Daenerys, you will ride my cock. Minisa, sit on my face. I will use my tongue on your pussy” Aemon said.

Both women eagerly complied with his command. Dany moaned loudly as she slid it onto his cock.

“Fuck, I always feel like you're splitting me in half with him, husband,” she said.

Minisa's pussy blocked his entire world, so Aemon focused on him and him alone. His tongue attacked her pussy, licking all over her clit and beyond. While doing so, he made her moan.

“GODS, HOSTER NEVER DID THIS TO ME. DON'T STOP THIS, AEMON!” she shouted. Her words were drowned out by Daenerys' loud moans as she rode his cock rhythmically, enjoying every moment. Aemon's moans would have been as audible as Dany's, had it not been for the fact that Minisa's pussy was completely covering him.

Both women were moaning like wanton pussies and Aemon loved it. His wife rode him as usual, as if she were riding Silver, her favorite mare, but she enjoyed riding her husband much more.

“Shit, I'm gonna cum,” he moaned, but Aemon doubted either of the women even heard him. All three of them came almost at the same time, he released his semen into Dana's pussy, Minisa came on his face and Daenerys herself ejaculated on his cock. But that wasn't the end. Once both women got off of him, he fucked both Minisa's and Dana's asses, then Minisa gave him a titjob, and finally Aemon ejaculated on her face and breasts.

“The Blackwoods and Brackens will come to Riverrun tomorrow. Lords Tytos and Jonos are arguing over land again. Bracken believes that Blackwood has too many mills on its land and that some of them have been taken away from him. My son will certainly ask you for help in solving this problem. Blackwood and Bracken are a common headache for my husband and Edmure...well, he might not be able to handle it. You are different, Aemon. You are the heir to the Iron Throne and an emissary of the Crown. Whatever you decide, they will accept it without complaint, fearing the wrath of the Iron Throne," Minisa said as the three of them lay exhausted.

"Well, maybe I'll take care of it if Ser Edmure asks me to," Aemon replied.

“If you do this, I'll let you fuck me again with that horse cock before you fly to Winterfell. And if you wouldn't mind, I would give the letter to my eldest daughter,” Minisa said.

Aemon smiled at this.

“Agreed, I'll take care of that and also deliver a letter for Lady Catelyn, Minisa. Now suck my cock” he said.

Minisa wrapped her lips around his cock with a smile. They had a long night ahead of them.

Chapter Text

“Lord Tytos Blackwood of Raventree Hall and his sister, Lady Melissa Blackwood. “Lord Jonos Bracken of Stone Hedge and his sister, Lady Barba Bracken,” announced the Tully-colored guard who stood at the entrance to the Great Hall.

“Why was I replaced only after this thrice-damned fool and idiot? I am more important than him!” Jonos Bracken called as he entered the Great Hall with his sister at his side.

He stayed as far from Lord Blackwood and his sister as the width of the great oak doors that led to the Great Hall would allow, where Prince Aemon Targaryen sat on Lord Riverrun's high throne, not particularly happy to have to listen to Lord Bracken and Lord Blackwood quarrel, but he promised Lady Minisa that he will take care of it if Ser Edmure Tully asks him to resolve the Blackwood and Bracken dispute. It happened during breakfast. Aemon spoke to Daenerys about their continued journey to Winterfell. They were to stop briefly at Cerwy, half a day's ride from Winterfell, before resuming their journey, and they had finally reached their intended destination when the heir of Riverrun interrupted them.

“Forgive me for interrupting you, my prince, my princess, but Lords Bracken and Blackwood are scheduled to arrive today to seek settlement of a dispute over a single mill that lies on the border of their lands. In such a situation, my lord father would settle the dispute, but in his condition it is impossible and I am afraid that if I support Lord Blackwood, I will piss off Lord Bracken, and if I support Lord Bracken, I will piss off Lord Blackwood, and both of them may field more soldiers than Riverrun. In the worst case scenario, they may declare war on each other, and smallfolk will suffer mainly. That's why I thought that maybe the prince would solve this dispute," he said.

Aemon looked at Edmure's face and saw that the man was truly worried about the smallfolk. It was not often that he saw lords worry about their subjects, who in their eyes were nothing more than labor, providing money in the form of taxes and soldiers in times of war, and cared little for them. And although the peasants who inhabited the lands of the Blackwoods or Brackens did not swear allegiance to Riverrun, they were nevertheless inhabitants of the Riverlands, which had been ruled by House Tully of Riverrun since the time of Aegon the Conqueror. For that reason alone, he might have some appreciation for Ser Edmure. Besides, he really wanted to fuck his mother again.

“I see what you mean, Ser Edmure. As Prince of Dragonstone, heir to the Iron Throne, and dragonrider, my word will be binding on both lords, and neither will risk breaking it, lest they incur the wrath of the royal family upon themselves and their family, especially since their castles could become the next Harrenhal. . Well then, I will stay here long enough to settle this argument and make sure neither of them breaks it," Aemon replied in a smooth tone.

“Thank you, my prince. "It will be an honor to me and to all House Tully," Ser Edmure assured eagerly.

Lady Minisa smiled at Aemon.

“You can rest assured, my son, that Prince Aemon Targaryen will resolve this fairly. He is a good, fair man who resorts to force only as a last resort. "He will certainly settle this in a way that both Lord Tytos Blackwood and Lord Jonos Bracken will be as satisfied as Blackwood and Bracken are with the resolution of their dispute," she said.

“It means complaining and moaning that one got more than the other or that it wasn't fair that they had to split it in half. In other words, they are never satisfied with the outcome of a dispute unless one gets what he demands," replied Ser Edmure.
"I don't care how much they whine and whine like unruly children, as long as they don't start a war with each other over it, because then I will be unhappy and a dissatisfied Targaryen is the last thing they want to see, my lady, Ser Edmure" said Aemon.

Later, when Aemon and Dany had retired to the table, they were visited in their chamber by Lady Minisa, who, out of gratitude for Aemon agreeing to help resolve the Blackwood-Bracken dispute, sucked the prince of Dragonstone.

“You are certainly a talented cocksucker, Lady Minisa. If only more ladies would show their gratitude for the Prince's help to their families," Aemon said while enjoying a sensual blowjob from Hoster's wife Tully.

“Ghmmm,” Lady Minisa said, or rather choked out, with her mouth full of his massive cock.

Aemon grabbed her auburn hair before deepthroating her, pounding her throat roughly.

Lady Minisa was taking his treatment quite well, occasionally tapping his thigh when she needed to take a breath before going back to sucking his cock. Aemon felt a strange satisfaction in fucking a married lady, especially if she was the wife of Lord Hoster Tully, who in his youth had been an ambitious and power-hungry lord who wanted to marry off both of his daughters to the Paramount Lords, but ended up marrying off only his elder daughter to another the great house that was his relatives, House Stark of Winterfell, while the younger one married one of his vassals.

“Yes, yes, yes, don't interrupt, Lady Minisa. I want to fill your throat with my cum. You want it? What a question, of course you want the cum of a young stud like me, eh, my noble bitch,” Aemon said, moaning as he did so.

It didn't seem to bother Minisa at all, on the contrary, it must have turned her on, feeling how fiercely she was sucking his massive cock, as if nothing else in the world mattered than pleasing her prince to help her family settle the dispute between their two quarrelsome vassals. And since he could now count on a blowjob and then, when I resolved the dispute, a fucking, Aemon would be happy to resolve the Blackwood-Bracken dispute, even if he had to remind them that they had to obey whatever sentence was thrown at them, even if he had to use Ancalagon, which they certainly didn't want.

Aemon then felt that it wouldn't be long before he ejaculated heavily down Minis' throat.

“Fuck, I'm about to cum, Lady Minisa,” he said.

“Cum down my throat, my prince,” Minisa replied, breaking away from his cock for a moment before sucking it eagerly again. Soon, with a loud moan, Aemon cummed down the throat of Lady Minisa Tully, who swallowed his cum without any problems.

"Prince tastes good as always," Minisa said as she released a loud pop on his cock, licking her lips suggestively.

“And you'll have to wait until you resolve the Blackwood-Bracken dispute to do the fucking,” she added.

Aemon put on his pants.

“Of course, of course, he will solve their ridiculous dispute. Mill! Seriously, they have nothing to argue about, they're arguing about a fucking mill," he sneered.

“It is built on the river that marks the boundary of Blackwood and Bracken's lands, so they both claim it. One-third of the grain ground at the mill goes to the lord on whose lands it lies, so it is an important income for both Lord Blackwod and Lord Bracken,"
Lady Minisa said, rising from the floor.

“So it was about the profits from the mill. Eh, typical, when they have nothing to argue about, they argue about money, or in this case, fucking flour. Seriously, I'm starting to wonder if half the lords in the kingdom are just a bunch of drooling idiots and fools," Aemon said, throwing a black and red cloak over his back.

Lady Minisa giggled at this.

“You are not far from the truth at all, Prince Aemon. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to see how my husband is doing. Maester Vyman says it won't be long before he's with us," she said.

“Of course, of course. See you later, Lady Minisa. Once I deal with Blackwood and Bracken," Aemon replied.

Lady Minisa Tully bowed low and left the chamber. It wasn't long before news came that Lords Blackwood and Bracken had arrived with their retinues at Riverrun. So when Dany returned from Rhaegal, where she had gone to check on her great dragon, Aemon accompanied her to the Great Hall of Riverrun, where Lady Minisa, Ser Edmure, old Maester Vyman, and Utherydes Wayn, the steward of Riverrun, as aged as Maester Vyman, Ser Desmond Grell, who was Master-at-arms at Riverrun, an older man with a gray beard and hair, and Ser Robin Ryger, Captain of the Riverryn Guard, a large and bald man in his prime. They all bowed low at the sight of him and Aemon greeted them casually before taking Hoster Tully's throne while Daenerys stood at his side, waiting for Lords Blackwood and Bracken to enter.

Aemon sighed as he heard them arguing with each other at the entrance. He expected that he would have an ordeal trying to judge the whole matter, but he wasn't going to waste a lot of time on it, especially since he had to fly to Winterfell. He will listen to their arguments, confer with Daenerys and then give a verdict, and then he and his wife will fly to Winterfell without looking back. I will, of course, send word of this to my father first, so that in the event of any conflict between Blackwood and Bracken, the Iron Throne can punish the one who starts the whole conflict by breaking the verdict of Prince Aemon Targaryen.

Lord Tytos laughed, and his laugh sounded like a dull thud to Aemon.

“Jonos, you damn fool. You are not more important than me, on the contrary, unfortunately for me we are of similar rank, unless you want to convince everyone that you have become Lord of Paramount, the question is what? Air? Water? Probably not the Riverlands, which is ruled by House Tully as a gift from the benevolent ruling House Targaryen. You're not planning on committing treason, are you, old bastard," said Lord Blackwood with an amused expression.

Lord Jonos didn't look amused. Rather angry.

“You dare call me a fool, a traitor and a bastard, Blackwood! You will have to back up these lying words with your sword!” he roared, reaching for his sword.

“BY THE GODS, BE SILENT!” Aemon shouted and Blackwood stopped laughing and Bracken looked at prince of Dragonstone.

“I advise you not to draw your sword, Lord Bracken, otherwise your dispute will become my dispute and you do not want that. Your dispute will be resolved amicably, no bloodshed. Whoever takes out his sword first, I will give the mill to the other one, and that will be the end of your affair. And if any of you don't like it, you can discuss it with Ancalagon, but he has no patience with fools and hotheads, and likes to eat them more willingly," said Aemon.

This was enough for Jonos Bracken to sheath his sword and for Lady Barba to grab her brother's arm. Aemon looked at the Brackens. Jonos Bracken was a tall man with thick, hairy arms, thick brown hair, brown eyes, and a serious, beardless face. He was dressed in a brown woolen tunic with an embroidered red stallion, the coat of arms of the Bracken family, and a long brown cloak fell from his back.

His sister, Lady Barba, was quite a beautiful woman with brown eyes, long brown hair, and a heart-shaped face. Tall and slender, she wore a brown dress with a low neckline that gave Aemon a good view of her large, full breasts. As Aemon looked lower, he could see her wide hips ending in a round ass, and her long, slender legs seemed to go on forever.

Seeing her, Aemon was not at all surprised why Aegon the Unworthy had a Bracken woman among his mistress. If Lady Barba's namesake had as luscious a body as Jonos Bracken's sister, Aemon could understand why the unworthy king liked to fuck her. Aemon then looked at Blackwood. Lord Tytos Blackwood was a tall and lanky man with long, dark hair, a close-cropped salt-and-pepper beard, a hooked nose, and a thoughtful gaze. He wore black robes, with a white weirwood on a black field embroidered on the chest, surrounded by a flock of black ravens on a scarlet field, the coat of arms of the Blackwoods.

He was covered in a magnificent cloak of raven feathers, which reminded Aemon of the garments worn by the Summer Islanders, although Lord Blackwood's cloak was not as bright as the Summer Isles' attire. Aemon remembered that he was distantly related to Lord Tytos through Aemon Targaryen's great-great-grandmothers, Queen Bethe Blackwood, wife of King Tar-Aegon IV Targaryen, and Melantha Blackwood, wife of Lord Willam Stark. But that meant nothing in this matter, Aemon wanted to judge it honestly, without any outside influence, so that he would not be thought to favor the Blackwoods because of this distant relationship.

Standing next to him, his sister, Lady Melissa Blackwood, was no less beautiful than Lady Barba. Slim and tall, although shorter than her brother, Lady Melissa had long black hair, dark eyes, and a curvy figure, although her breasts were slightly smaller than Lady Barba's. Her black dress was also more conservative than Lady Bracken's, but that didn't stop Aemon from admiring her curves. The prince of Dragonstone's mind began to think about how he could make the most of this argument so that he could sleep with both beautiful older ladies.

“Are you thinking the same thing as me, Aemon?” asked Dany, who suddenly leaned over him, whispering into his ear.

"To take advantage of the Blackwood-Bracken feud to sleep with both Lady Barba Bracken and Melissa Blackwood by properly playing Tytos Blackwood and Jonos Bracken," Aemon stated, smiling at his wife.

“Indeed, my dragon. I suggest you listen to what Lords Blackwood and Bracken have to say, announcing that you must consider this and that you will announce your verdict in the case by this evening. And I will discreetly tell Lord Tytos Blackwood that Lord Bracken is planning to plant his sister on you in order to obtain a favorable verdict for you, while I will tell Lord Jonos Bracken that Lord Blackwood is planning to plant his sister on you in order to obtain a favorable verdict for himself. Then we can only hope that at least one of them will have no qualms about using his sister to obtain a favorable verdict. If we are lucky, they will both try to take advantage of their sisters, hoping that he will be the one to gain a favorable outcome," Daenerys explained.

“Dany, you are wicked. I'm glad I have you on my side, you would be a terrible enemy for me," Aemon said. “I will implement this plan and see what comes of it.

“I know, Aemon. That's why you love me," Daenerys replied, smiling at him.

Aemon waved to Lords Blackwood and Bracken.

“Come closer, my lords. "I heard from Lady Minisa Tully that you are arguing about a mill on the border of your lands," he said.

“Some kind of mill? It's not just a mill, my prince, but four mills. They are on my side of the river, so I am entitled to a third of the grain milled there," said Lord Jonos.

“This is theft, my prince. These mills are on my side of the river and this thief's tax collectors are robbing me of my grain," Lord Tytos objected.

“You dare call me a thief, Blackwood! You are the one who robs me of my grain. I'm just taking what's rightfully mine and you're stealing from me, you fucking thief! Lord Jonos growled.

“It's right! Also give me something, only you, that rightfully belongs to chopping off this thief's hand with which you reach for grain from my mills, thief!”

"Call me a thief again and I will personally cut off your lying tongue and stick it where the sun don't shine, you thief," Lord Jonos growled.

"Call me a thief again and I will cut off your greedy paw that you use to grab my grain. These mills were built by my smallfolk on my lands on my side of the river, so they belong to me," replied Lord Tytos.

“Like yours, they are my subjects and they built on my side of the river, Blackwood. The whole river belongs to me, your lands end at its banks. Whatever you build on them belongs to me!”

“Silence, by the gods. You are lords or merchants arguing over which of you has been cheated more in the sale of goods!” Aemon shouted.

Tytos and Jonos had the decency to lower their heads in shame, though Aemon could hear them swearing at each other.

“I've heard enough of your arguing, my lords. Now I will go to Lord Hoster Tully's solar and think it over before nightfall. "I don't want any fights or quarrels at this time, otherwise you will have to deal with the wrath of the Prince of Dragonstone and the heir to the Iron Throne and you wouldn't want that," Aemon announced, then jumped off the throne and left the Great Hall, passing Lords Blackwood and Bracken, who were they bowed low, muttering my prince.

Now his dear wife could enter the game and see if both lords would take the bait. Aemon Targaryen had no choice but to count on it.

"Lady Barba Bracken, my prince," Ser Hostamir announced.

Dunadan guarded the door to Lord Tully's solar, while Ser Arthur Dayne guarded Daenerys. Aemon smiled to himself. So at least Lord Jonos Bracken was tempted to push his sister into his bed, hoping that it would get him a favorable verdict, and only an hour had passed when he locked himself in Lord Hoster Tully's solar. It was a spacious room, triangular with a triangular stone balcony facing west, from where there was a beautiful view of Tumblestone and Red Fork, with a desk, a high chair for the lord and another for the guest, and a bell to call servants.

Aemon quite enjoyed the view of the two rivers, farmlands, pastures, and meadows. He could stare at this view for hours, complimenting the beauty of nature. Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury to enjoy such simple pleasures right now, but luckily he would make up for it with equally pleasant pleasures.

"Let her in, Hostamir, and make sure no one disturbs us," Aemon said.

“As you wish, my prince,” replied Dunadan.

The knight let Lady Barba Bracken in, dressed in a brown dress that showed off the color of her eyes and the low neckline gave Aemon a good view of her large breasts, and then left, closing the door behind him.

“My prince,” Lady Barba said, curtsying to him so that Aemon had an even better view of her generous breasts. He felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sight. He will have a real treat that day. Aemon stood up from the desk and slowly walked towards the mature, noble beauty.

“Lady Barba,” Aemon said. "I assume your brother sent you, am I correct?"

“By all means, my prince. Jonos is very much counting on a favorable verdict for our family. My husband died early hunting without fathering any children with me, and his brother sent me back to Hedge Stone. Then Jonos tried to marry me off again to some lord or heir, but no one wanted to marry a childless widow. To them, I might as well be infertile, even though my husband didn't sleep with me often and my brother is disappointed in me. That's why I want to convince the prince to give a favorable verdict for the Brackens, and I'm ready to do anything, absolutely everything, to convince my prince to do so. A very handsome prince," Lady Barba replied, smiling flirtatiously at Aemon.

"Then I know how the dear lady can serve me," Aemon replied as he crossed the distance between them and kissed the older woman passionately. Barba quickly began to kiss him back. Aemon explored her mouth and then her throat with his tongue, which quickly turned into a deep, passionate tongue kiss. With the experience Aemon had, he was completely victorious. When they broke apart, Aemon could see that Lady Barba was excited.

“You are a good kisser, my prince. Better than my dead husband,” Barba said. “And with the looks like that, I'd love to fuck you.”

"Then take off my pants, Lady Barba, and see what you'll be working with," Aemon said. "By the way, you can call me Aemon when we're alone."

"Only if you call me Barba, Aemon," the woman replied before dropping to her knees in front of him, pulling down his pants. Aemon watched as her deft fingers removed her belt, then her pants, and finally her smallclothes. When his massive cock popped out of his pants, Barba looked surprised.

“Gods, he's huge! "My late husband was no match for that, Aemon," she said.

Aemon could see the lust in her eyes as she took his cock in her hands, lifting it and looking at his balls.

“The balls are fine too, Aemon. You are truly blessed by the gods," she said.

“I know that, Barba. Now if you would be so kind as to suck my cock,” Aemon ordered.

“As my prince commands,” Barba replied and slowly, inch by inch, she took his cock. She got halfway down his length when she couldn't go any further.

“I won't take any more, my prince. I've never had anything that big in my mouth,” Barba said, momentarily removing his cock from her mouth.

“It's good, Barba. Most of the women I slept with couldn't take my big cock the first time. It takes years of practice to take it all in. Now go back to sucking,” Aemon replied.

Barba obediently sucked his cock again, her head bobbing up and down as the sound of her slurping, mixed with Aemon's muffled moans, echoed across the solar. Aemon doubted they had heard voices like that before, though who knew what the lords of Riverrun had done over the centuries. Aemon was enjoying a blowjob from Barba Bracken, whose brown eyes were shining with excitement.

She stared at him cockily, bouncing her head up and down on his massive shaft, up and down, up and down, and on and on. Her tongue swirled around half his length, increasing his moans. The Bracken women must have been blessed at sucking cock, because to Aemon it didn't seem like Barba Bracken sucked her late husband's cock much, but she was as good as a trained whore who had sucked more than one cock in her life.

“Fuck, you're a born cocksucker, Barba. You're a great cock sucker, almost as good as my dear wife, although she has the advantage over you in that she can easily take my entire cock without choking. Maybe one day you'll be as good as her," Aemon said.

The words were enough to stir the competitive spirit in buxom Barby Bracken. The woman sucked his cock with even greater zeal, wanting to prove to him that she could match the royal princess. Aemon decided to correct his mistake by letting Jonos Bracken's sister suck his cock with the fervor of a horny whore. Eventually, however, he grabbed Barby Bracken's brown hair and deepthroated the woman. He could only hear the faint grunts of Jonos's sister as he pounded her throat, treating her like his personal cum container.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Barba,” he moaned before taking out his cock and covering the woman's face and tits with his cum.

When he finished, Barba licked the cum from her face and breasts with her fingers, eating it.

"You even taste better than my late husband, Aemon," she said with a mischievous smile.

“Don't count on it being over yet, Barba. I'm going to fuck your pussy now and then fuck that gorgeous, plump ass of yours,” Aemon replied, spanking Jonos' sister's ass.

Barba Bracken groaned at this.

“My late husband never fucked my ass, Aemon,” she said.

"Really? His loss and my gain. Today you will experience the pleasure of ass fucking, Barba,” Aemon replied.

He ordered the woman to undress and lie on the desk, which Barba did without a word of objection. Aemon delighted in admiring her large, full breasts topped with large, dark nipples, her flat stomach, wide hips, large ass, and long, slender legs. It didn't take long for his cock to quickly get another erection. Once Barba Bracken was placed on the desk, Aemon walked over to her and inserted himself into her pussy in one powerful thrust.

“FUCK, I FEEL THIS COCK HIT MY WOMB. FUCK ME, AEMON TARGARYEN!” Barba shouted.

“That's what I'm going to do, Barba. Get ready for a wild ride," Aemon replied.

He fucked her long and hard, his cock plunging deep into Barby Bracken's wet, tight pussy as she writhed and moaned, orgasm after orgasm as she came on his massive shaft. Aemon took full advantage of Jonos's sister's big tits, squeezing them with his hands and taking her big nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking them eagerly, bringing her to the edge with the pleasure he was giving her.

“Has your husband ever made you pleasure yourself like this, Barba?” Aemon asked between thrusts.

"No never. He was no match for you, Aemon. You do things to me that I couldn't even dream of. Don't stop, my dragon prince. Fuck me like the female dog I am,” Barba screamed, moaning like a wanton whore.

“More like a mare, my dear. Because you are my mare for my pleasure, aren't you Barba” Aemon said.

“Fuck yes, I'm your mare, Aemon. Use me however you want!” Barba replied.

“And I like it,” Aemon replied as he continued to fuck Jonos' sister.

Barba Bracken writhed and moaned as Aemon gave her the best fuck of her life and the Prince of Dragonstone fully enjoyed the mature beauty's firm body.

“Oh yes, fuck me, my prince, fuck me, Aemon. I want you to fill me up, make me heavy with your bastard son and show the world that I'm not a barren woman!” Barba moaned, her cock tightening around Aemon's like a vice.

It was a tempting thought, but Aemon held off on producing bastards until Daenerys was pregnant, which could take some time. Regardless, he still gave the woman the pleasure she deserved.

“I'm about to cum, Barba. Take my cum like the good slut you are,” Aemon thundered.

“Yes, he filled my slutty pussy with his cum, my dragon prince,” Barba moaned.

With a loud fuck, Aemon ejaculated deep inside the Bracken woman's pussy, giving her an unforgettable orgasm. Before she could even recover, Aemon flipped her onto her stomach, then slowly inserted himself into her ass.

“Fuck, I can feel this cock bursting my ass. Love it!" Barba moaned, fully allowing Aemon to fuck her ass like the mare she was.

“Great ass, really great ass. I'd love to plunder it, Barba,” Aemon said, pounding her ass with rough thrusts.

“Use it as you wish, Aemon. He's yours," Barba whined. She didn't say any words after that except incoherent gibberish as Aemon happily plundered Jonos's sister's ample rear, and she could only moan incoherently as he feasted on her ass with each thrust. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, making her moan in pleasure and pain. However, she took his insistent thrusts well, taking his massive cock into her ass again and again.

“Yes, you have a good ass, one of the biggest ones I've ever seen. I'm happy to fuck him and when I'm done with you, you won't be able to sit on him," Aemon said.

Barba Bracken groaned at this, with no other words to express. Aemon took the liberty of slapping her ass again and again, causing her ass to soon turn red from his slaps and his balls slapping her ample rear with each thrust. Now he understood even more why Aegon the Unworthy valued Barba Bracken so much. Aemona wondered whether Melissa Blackwood would be a good fuck.

Maybe he will understand why she was one of the mistress's favorites. But now he had to finish with Jonos's sister and see if Tytos Blackwood would be tempted to send him his sister in the hope that he would reach a verdict in favor of the Blackwoods and not the Brackens. He quickly thought back to currently fucking Barba Bracken's ass. Feeling that he couldn't take it any longer, he ejaculated in the Bracken woman's ass with a loud moan. Barba moaned loud and long, and when he pulled his cock out of her ass, she lay unconscious on the desk.

Yes, he had to knock her out. There is nothing left for him to do but wake her up and send her away from the solarium. When he thought so, he did it, although it took Aemon a while. Eventually Barba Bracken regained consciousness, dressed, and emerged quietly from Lord Hoster Tully's solar. Now all that's left to do is wait and see if Blackwood takes the bait, too.

"My prince, don't think you can tame me as easily as you tame that bitch Bracken," Melissa said in a velvety voice.

She wore a tight black dress that clung tightly to her voluptuous body and exposed the tops of her full breasts. Slightly smaller than Barba Bracken's tits, but still more than a handful, and in Aemon Targaryen's opinion it was still a valuable haul. Melissa Blackwood was indeed a beauty with fair, glowing skin, raven hair, dark eyes, and a shapely body with tits he wanted to bury his face or his cock in, and from the words she said to him, he realized that all this conflict was affecting her too Blackwood-Bracken. He could have used it by saying that Barba Bracken was better at this or that than Melissa. Aemon did not expect Lady Blackwood to appear so quickly. Only half an hour had passed since Barba Bracken had left Hoster Tully's solar when Ser Hostamir announced to him the arrival of Lady Melissa Blackwood. Of course, Aemon ordered her to be let in, and just like with the woman, Bracken ordered not to let anyone in so they wouldn't be disturbed.

“We'll see, Lady Melissa. Lady Barba Bracken was a truly talented lover in bed. You're probably afraid you won't be as good as her in the prince's bed," Aemon replied, smiling mischievously at her.

Melissa Blackwood snorted at that.

"With her? All Bracken women are whores, she probably even fucked horses, that's why she does well, but for me sex is an art that takes time and patience, which then rewards greatly, as my late husband, who never complained in bed and he couldn't even keep up with my needs. He died during the Greyjoy Rebellion and I haven't had a man in my bed since. So let's see if my prince can keep up with me," she said, walking up to Aemon.

She shed her dress along the way, giving Aemon a great view of her ample breasts, her flat belly with pregnancy scars, her wide ass, her dark-haired pussy, and her slender legs. His cock got an erection almost immediately.

“You're confident, I like that. However, you will find that you will not be able to keep up with me and that I will even tame you like Lady Bracken did before you," said Aemon.

"Let's see how you do, my prince," Melissa replied, smiling at him.

“You won't be disappointed, Lady Melissa. And when we're alone, you can call me Aemon," Aemon said.

"As long as you call me Melissa or Missy, Aemon," Melissa replied.

“Now undress me, Melissa,” Aemon ordered.

Tytos' sister obeyed his command without hesitation. First she took off his top, enjoying the view of his athletic figure, and then she took off his bottom. As his massive cock popped out of his pants, almost hitting her in the face, Melissa Blackwood looked at Aemon's cock with appreciation.

“Gods, you're hanging almost like a horse. Even my late husband wasn't as big as you, Aemon. I'm going to have so much fun with this,” Melissa said, stroking his hard cock. She lifted him up to look at his balls.

“Your balls are as royal as your cock. And full of cum just for me,” she said, licking her lips.

“I want her to wrap those gorgeous tits around my cock while sucking it,” Aemon ordered.

Melissa smiled at Aemon.

“With pleasure, Aemon. I'll show you that Blackwood is better in bed than fucking Bracken," the raven-haired beauty replied.

The next thing Aemon knew was Melissa Blackwood wrapping her breasts around his cock before taking the head into her mouth, sucking on it. She didn't settle for long and soon took the rest of the cock down her throat, which didn't fit completely between Melissa Blackwood's big tits.

“Fuck, you suck cock pretty good, Melissa, but Barba was better,” Aemon said. In fact, the Blackwood woman's mouth combined with her ample tits made it a hell of a lot better than Barba Bracken's blowjob, but instead he decided to stoke the fires of competition, hoping that Missy would want to prove that she was better than her in every way. her rival. And it worked, as Melissa began sucking his cock harder and hungrier while moving her breasts up and down his massive shaft, causing Aemon to moan loudly as he watched Missy's head bob up and down on his massive cock. He didn't fail to notice that she took my cock more than her rival.

“Barba took half of my cock, you took an inch of me,” he said.

“I'm not going to let that bitch Bracken beat me,” Missy muttered, and then, to Aemon's surprise and pleasure, she not only took half of his massive cock, but even an inch more of Barba's. This would certainly piss off Lady Bracken if she ever heard about it, but Aemon didn't care. He was enjoying it now with Tytos Blackwood's voluptuous sister, who was sucking his cock while using her tits to pleasure Aemon.

“Fuck, you really are a good cocksucker, Missy. Maybe even better than Barba," Aemon said, or rather whined.

“When I'm done, you'll happily admit that Blackwood is better than Bracken in bed,” Melissa sang out before going back to sucking Aemon's cock.

“We'll see, in the meantime, make me come, Missy. Show how much better you are than Bracken bitch” Aemon said.

Melissa happily took up this challenge, bringing Aemon almost to the brink of cumming with her oral skills, combined with her use of her massive tits on his cock.

"Fuck, just a little bit more and I'll cum, Missy," Aemon moaned, feeling like he was going to cum faster than when Barba Bracken was blowing him, but she didn't use her tits on his cock, Melissa might have had an unfair advantage, but Aemon didn't care. He just wanted to fuck the mature beauty and cum on her face and tits.

“Oh yes, Aemon, give me my seed. “I need him right here and now,” Melissa Blackwood moaned sing-song, tearing herself away from Aemon’s cock for a brief moment before going back to sucking him.

“You're such a good slut, that's why you're going to get them,” he said, then took out his cock and covered his face and tits with cum. When he was finished, Melissa was cleaning her face and tits, eating his cum.

“You taste delicious, Aemon. Better than my late husband and he had pretty good sperm,” Melissa said, licking her fingers sensually.

Aemon smiled at her as Melissa jumped on his lap without warning, mounting his massive cock.

“FUCK, IT'S BIGGER THAN MY DEAD HUSBAND'S COCK. YOU REALLY MUST BE HALF HORSE, AEMON. FUCK MY BRAIN OUT!” Missy screamed in ecstasy as she rode his cock fiercely.

Aemon took the opportunity to pay due attention to Melissa Blackwood's luxuriant breasts. Without a doubt, Tytos Blackwood's sister was a beautiful woman and her late husband was quite a lucky man. And now he could regale her with her beauty without limits. Aemon always thanked the gods for being born a Targaryen.

"I've always wanted to ride a dragon, Aemon," Missy panted, her tits bouncing as she rode him.

“Now you've made your dream come true, Missy. Enjoy fucking the Targaryen prince," Aemon replied, smiling at her.

“I will enjoy this, you can be sure of that, my prince,” Melissa replied as she rode his cock. She moaned loudly as he took one of the woman's pink nipples into his mouth, sucking on it.

“Enjoy my tits, they're yours, Aemon,” Missy moaned.

Aemon was indeed going to feast on the beautiful breasts of the raven-haired Melissa Blackwood.

However, Aemon felt that he would not last long and eventually Blackwood's tight pussy, clamped like a vice on his massive cock, would sooner or later squeeze the sperm from his balls, milking him profusely. And finally Aemon felt like he was about to cum.

“Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Missy,” he moaned.

“Oh yes, my dragon prince with horse cock. Give me your cum, I need it,” Melissa replied, moaning like a dirty whore.

Finally, with a moan, Aemon cummed deep inside Melissa Blackwood's pussy, who had probably the biggest orgasm of her life.

“And who said it couldn't be tamed? I just tamed you, Missy,” Aemon said.

“Fuck it, you're way better than I thought. Use me however you want. I'm yours," Melissa replied, pressing her lips to his. They kissed for a long time and passionately before finally breaking apart.

“You're a great kisser, my prince. As good as you fuck,” Missy said.

“Now I'm going to take your ass and give it a hard fucking,” Aemon said.

Melissa obediently bent over Hoster Tully's desk as Aemon jammed his massive cock into her ass.

“FUCK, YOU'RE GONNA BLOW MY ASS UP WITH THAT MONSTER COCK, AEMON!” Missy shouted.

"You'll be fine, Barba Bracken handled it no problem, my dear Missy," Aemon replied.

It worked, he could see the determination in Melissa's eyes. Wasting no time, Aemon rammed his cock into Lady Blackwood's ass and she moaned like a promiscuous whore as he plowed her tight asshole.

“Such a good slut and only for me. If you continue to be so good, I will reward you with my cum in your ass at the end,” Aemon said.

“Fuck, yes, fuck, give me that cum in my slutty ass, Aemon!” Missy replied, squirming beneath him.

Aemon fucked Missy's ass long and rough, and most of the time she just moaned yes, yes, yes, and fuck my ass too, Aemon. Aemon Targaryen lost track of time as he continuously plowed the ample rear of the beautiful Melissa Blackwood.
Eventually, however, Aemon felt like he was going to cum in Tytos' sister's ass. With a loud moan he filled Missy's tight ass with his cum and the woman herself passed out, knocked out just like Barba Bracken.

Aemon got dressed and then woke up the unconscious woman. Melissa Blackwood was dazed after having sex with him, but she dressed and left the Lord of Riverrun's solar with ease. Now it remains to announce the verdict. He doubted they wouldn't be happy about it, maybe not completely, but neither would be offended.

Later that day, Aemon publicly announced in the Great Hall of Riverrun that two mills would go to the Brackenons and two more mills to the Blackwoods, and he also granted a generous compensation to the Blackwoods in the form of three hundred gold dragons, several times the total value of the grain stolen by the Brackens. As he predicted, they were not completely satisfied, but neither Tytos Blackwood nor Jonos Bracken had any reason to complain about his verdict. He further suggested that their widowed sisters might become ladies-in-waiting to his grandmother, Dowager Queen Rhaella Targaryen, in the near future.

This intrigued both lords enough that neither had any objections to it, especially since they had previously sent their sisters to fuck him, hoping for a favorable outcome for themselves. Afterwards, he had a threesome with Daenerys and Minis, after which he didn't have the strength to have sex for several days. With that they left Riverrun, heading north. After a few days, they saw the majestic walls of Winterfell (they had previously stopped briefly at the White Harbor, where Ser Wylis had politely asked about his daughters), and Aemon smiled truly at the sight. He couldn't wait to see his mother's family.

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Aemon could see Winterfell from a distance. The castle was one of the largest, spanning several acres, and while there were larger castles like Harrenhal and cities like Annuminas with its imposing black walls, Winterfell was still a great castle, the largest in all the North. He recognized its tall, grey towers, which he had seen many years ago when his mother had come to visit her family. He remembered The First Keep, the oldest in the castle, which had been renovated in the time of Alaric Stark and which had often served as a place where kings and queens were entertained, as well as more distinguished guests such as the House Elendil or other great lords who had come to the North, the Watch Tower, which had been set on fire by lightning nearly one hundred and forty years ago but quickly rebuilt, which had been manned by guards in times of war to watch out for dangers threatening the capital of the North, the Library Tower, where the kings and later the lords of Winterfell had gathered books and scrolls. It was said to be the greatest treasure trove of knowledge in the North, although the largest collections of books and scrolls were held by Annuminas and Minas Anor. In the library, one could find old books written in the Old Tongue as well as heavy volumes written by long-dead maesters from the South.

There were also several works from Gondor, supposedly given as a wedding gift from the late Lord Elendil to one of the Lords of Winterfell, although Aemon couldn't remember which one. Maybe Cregan or one of the Brandons? Never mind. From the other towers he also remembered the Belfry, where the bell was rung only on important occasions such as births, weddings and funerals of the Lords of Winterfell and other members of the Stark family, and also when danger approached the Stark seat, and the Maester's Tower, which, as the name suggested, served as the seat of the Maesters, who served the Lords of Winterfell and the Stark family. Two massive, grey walls with a moat were quite an obstacle for anyone who decided to besiege Winterfell.

It was not easy to take it, when there was no shortage of men on the walls, ready to defend themselves fiercely against anyone who tried to take the keep. Unfortunately, history had shown that even mighty walls could not save a castle from being taken, and the Boltons had succeeded twice. From this height, on Ancalagon's ridge, he could see dozens of courtyards, and in many of them, guards sworn to the Starks trained under the watchful eye of Master-at-Arms, Ser Rodrik Cassel, and Captain Martyn Cassel, as well as the vast godswood, which loomed as a large, green stain in this sea of ​​gray and brown.

Winterfell might not have the beauty of Highgarden, nor the majesty and power of Annuminas, but there was something in the rugged, northern beauty that distinguished the native stronghold of House Stark, his lady mother's family. This was not a castle that was supposed to look pretty and nothing more, but a castle that was supposed to survive even the worst winters, thanks to its location on hot springs, distributed through metal pipes, which kept the chambers warm even in the harshest winters. Aemon wondered only how the pipes were replaced when they got too worn or damaged and leaked. Even his lady mother didn't know that, or wouldn't tell.

Well, even the Starks could have their secrets. The Targaryens had them too, and certainly the House Elendil had to have the most. He would have to fly with Dany to Annuminas later and meet with Lord Elendur and his family. But now he had to speak to his mother's family about the threat from the Others and the Wildlings. That was his main task, and he would do it in full.

That didn't mean he and Dany couldn't have a good time in the North, though. There was no shortage of beautiful and strong women they could bed together. 

Lady Maege Mormont of Bear Island, aunt of the current Lord Jorah Mormont and sister of Jeor Mormont, who was First Ranger of the Night's Watch under Ciryon Isildurion, one of Lord Annuminas' brothers, who had five daughters, supposedly fathered by a "bear" and still had a wild, northern beauty despite her ripe old age.

Dacey Mormont or any of her younger sisters (apart from the youngest Lyanna) would also be a welcome sight in bed. Barbrey Dustin, whose husband died during the Greyjoy Rebellion and who was currently regent for her son in Barrowton, was quite the northern beauty and was once said to have had an affair with his uncle Brandon before he married Lady Catelyn Tully, who became his aunt. He could have put her and Aunt Catelyn to bed with Dany's help or by himself. Daenerys wouldn't mind how much she could fuck them too. Wynafryd and Wylla Manderly, granddaughters of Lord Wyman Manderly, who were currently ladies-in-waiting to Daenerys (so they weren't in the North, of course) and who had shared their bed with them a few times (Aemon loved it when the buxom Wynafryd rode his cock and pressed her big tits against his face, while Daenerys ate the green-haired Wylla's pussy) and who Aemon would welcome back with Dany when they returned to Dragonstone.

He didn't know Lady Alys Karstark and Lady Meera Reed well, he had never actually met them and couldn't say much about them, well, maybe the current circumstances would give him that opportunity. There might have been other northern ladies, but he didn't have such extensive knowledge of every nobleman who lived and resided in the harsh, cold North. Surely Uncle Brandon will call the lords and lady of the North to Winterfell to discuss the looming threat.

His wife's voice tore Aemon from his thoughts.

"I see Winterfell below us, Aemon. Are they landing or are we hanging over the castle like giant doves? If the latter, we can let the dragons, excuse me, shit on Winterfell," Daenerys said, smiling mischievously at him. Daenerys had a sharp tongue and was not above using it.

Aemon liked that about her.

"Of course we are landing, my dear. It would be very rude to shit on my muna's family castle and her eldest brother's family," Aemon replied, and then ordered Ancalagon to land in the largest of Winterfell's courtyards. The dragon descended as if on command, flying lower and lower until it landed gently in front of the slightly surprised Starks and the household of Winterfell. Daenerys and Rhaegal landed as lightly as he and Ancalagon had. Before dismounting his dragon, Aemon glanced around the courtyard. He saw his uncle Brandon Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

He was a tall man, broad-shouldered, with strong arms and long legs, with brown hair tied in a tight bun and a short, dark beard that he had grown, for Aemon remembered his uncle as a clean-shaven man with a loud voice and a booming laugh. Beside him stood his wife, Aunt Catelyn, who was certainly one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Tall and slender as a sapling, she had long, auburn hair that she braided in the style favored by noble women in the North, a beautiful face with high cheekbones, piercing blue eyes, and full, red lips made for kissing and sucking cock.

Under the gray-white dress she had a round body with large breasts and a perky ass that you wanted to slap and squeeze hard and her legs were becoming endlessly dragging. He would certainly have to sleep with his beautiful aunt with Daenerys' help. On the other side stood another woman, much older than Lady Catelyn, with typical northern beauty brown hair, gray eyes and an elongated face. Time seemed to have no hold on his grandmother, Lyarry Stark, whose face was not covered with wrinkles and whose hair was not sprinkled with gray.

And for that reason, more than one whispered that the widowed Lady Stark must have at least a drop of Dunedain blood in her veins. They aged incredibly slowly before they finally died. Aemon didn't know if there was any truth to the rumors, but he had to admit that his second grandmother had something special about her. Dressed in a flawless, gray dress girded with a silver belt, she stood with grace and composure that many a noblewoman could envy. Under that dress, she had a rounded body, and although her breasts weren't as large as his red-haired aunt's, they weren't small either.

On the other hand, her ass could be envied by many a woman. Aemon's gaze turned to his cousins. He saw Cregan Stark, the heir to Winterfell and one of his cousins, who with his auburn hair, high cheekbones and blue eyes resembled Tully more than Stark, though she undoubtedly got her height and build from her father. Next to him stood his sister, Sansa Stark, who with her long, auburn hair, high cheekbones and blue eyes looked like a younger version of her mother. She looked lovely and from what he could see, he had already charmed her; for he saw her looking at him with eyes that seemed to have grown in an instant at the sight of him, the proud prince of the kingdom who rode one of the legendary dragons. Next to Sansa stood a younger girl, in whom Aemon recognized Lyarra Stark, who was the namesake of his grandmother.

Unlike her older siblings, she had the typical Stark beauty - brown hair, grey eyes and a long face. She reminded him of his other cousin, Arya, who was the daughter of his other uncle, Ned Stark. She looked as if she wanted to break ranks and run to him. Next to her stood the youngest of his uncle and aunt's children, Rodrik Stark, who, like Cregan, had all the beauty of a Tully and little of the beauty of a Stark.

However, in Aemon's opinion, he looked like a charming boy, probably curious about the world. Behind them stood Theon Greyjoy and Isildur Stark. The latter surprised Aemon the most. He did not expect that the eldest son of Ned's uncle and the heir of Draugost would be in Winterfell and he had not heard anything about him being here before. Greyjoy had an arrogant smile on his face, which seemed nervous to Aemon.

He knew well what had happened to the Greyjoy family. The only survivors of the Rebellion his father had raised against Aemon's father, King Tar-Rhaegar I Targaryen, were himself, his sister Asha, and Euron Greyjoy, who had fled Westeros entirely and had not been seen since the Greyjoy Rebellion eleven years ago. Sailors from the Free Cities who came to King's Landing repeated rumors that the Silence had been seen sailing east to Asshai. How much truth there was in those rumors, Aemon did not know. He did not care.

The Iron Islands had been pacified during the Greyjoy Rebellion and had been ruled by House Elendil ever since. Since then, it was said that there were seven regions of Westeros again, not eight as when Elendil Amandilion and his people had founded Gondor centuries ago. Either way, Euron Greyjoy, even if he returned to the Iron Islands, would have no support and would most likely be arrested and executed by Lord Telpenar. He would not be a threat.

That was why he did not quite understand the arrogant smile on Theon Greyjoy's face. He did not really have much to be happy about. In a few years, he would probably receive some lands and a small keep, making him a minor lord. Not much for someone whose family had previously been one of the High Lords of Westeros.

However, he was more curious about what his cousin Isildur was doing here. If it was him, then it had to be Uncle Ned. But no, from what he could see, there was no familiar face of Lord Draugost anywhere in the gathered crowd. So Isildur must have come here alone, probably with a group of guards to protect him during his journey. He even saw that next to Isildur stood a tall, brown-haired man wearing chain mail, a cloak with the Stark of Draugost crest, and a dark green traveling cloak. 

He stood tall and proud, watching the crowd as if he was watching for any threat that might threaten Isildur Stark's life. It was undoubtedly one of the Dunadans, for he towered over all those gathered, even over Uncle Brandon, and he was no short man. Only the brave Hostamir, who was also a Dunadan, was as tall as he was. He would have to ask his cousin what he was doing here and what Uncle Ned was planning.

"Perhaps it is time to get off the dragons and greet the Starks, my dear? Or would you rather greet them from the back of Ancalagon?" Daenerys asked.

Sometimes he thought too deeply and brooded, which Dany would later notice, making sarcastic remarks to him later.

"Of course, my dear. Let us get off the dragons and greet my mother's family properly," Aemon replied and briskly jumped off Ancalagon.

Dany did so with more grace and elegance, gently stepping down from Rhaegal, who had lowered himself to allow his lady to do so.

The Starks immediately knelt, followed by all the household of Winterfell. Aemon waved his hand.

"Rise, good people of Winterfell. I am no king, but merely a prince. You need not kneel before me, for I am one of you. The son of a daughter of the North, who came here to help you deal with the threat that comes from beyond the Wall," Aemon declared, and all who had knelt rose from their knees. Uncle Brandon laughed heartily, walked over to Aemon, and hugged him warmly. Aemon returned it.

"It is good to see you, nephew. I see my sister has raised you well. You are no flowery southerner, but a true son of the North. May the hospitality of Winterfell and all the North be yours, your beautiful wife, and your dragons, though I know not if I can find room for them under the roof,” said Uncle Brandon as he released Aemon.

Aemon smiled at his uncle’s words.

“You need not worry about the dragons, Uncle. They are completely obedient to me and my wife, Princess Daenerys. They will not act on their own unless we allow them to fly freely. The bond between a dragon and its rider is like no other. Deep and strong that we can communicate almost without words, though dragons love to listen to High Valyrian. Just lend us one of your courtyards so that the dragons may rest. They fear no cold, for their inner fire burns bright and strong, warming them like nothing else in the world,” he said.

Uncle Brandon laughed again, patting Aemon on the shoulder.

"Of course you can use one of Winterfell's many courtyards. I didn't expect the king to be too concerned about the threat of the Others. Even here in the North, many thought they were tales told to children to scare them. And now word has come from the current Lord Commander of the Night's Watch that the eagles of Gwaihir, King of the Eagles, have spotted the Others coming from the Lands of Everwinter, close behind the great host of Wildlings led by that treacherous deserter, Mance Rayder. They may be fleeing from the Others, and that is why he wishes to attack the Wall, so that he can hide himself and the men he leads on this side of the Wall. However, many of my lords will not like this. Lords Umber and Karstark in particular, whose lands are closest to the Wall and have suffered from Wildling raids many times, will not be kind to allowing them into the North. Even if Gwaihir's reports can be confirmed. That is why I was all the more surprised when a raven came one day from King's Landing with the news that you and Princess Daenerys were to fly to the North on your dragons and deal with this problem. I am very glad of it," said Uncle Brandon.

Aemon suspected he would have trouble with the Northern Lords. They were a tough bunch, hardened by the harsh climate of the North, and they did not bend easily. It would not be easy to convince them to let the Wildlings in. For if the Others were truly marching on the Wall, the Wildlings would be slaughtered by them if they were not allowed to take refuge in the North. Of course, he could use his dragon, but that would not leave a good impression. There was also the House Elendil, and with their support even reluctant lords like Umber would have to yield. But first, he had to check the truth of Gwaihir's envoys.

"We will speak of this later, Uncle Brandon. I have one more question. What about the House Elendil? After all, present-day Gondor was once part of the North, and they are as involved in this as you are. Has there been any news from Lord Elendur?" Aemon asked.

"A few days later after receiving the news from Castle Black, a messenger from Annuminas arrived at Winterfell with a message from Lord Elendur. He promised us support and for now he wanted to discuss it with his lords. Shortly after that, your cousin Isildur arrived with a handful of guards, saying that Ned had sent him. He himself had apparently gone to Annuminas to meet with Lord Elendur," Uncle Brandon replied.

That explained Isildur's presence and Uncle Ned's absence. Of course, his other uncle was one of the lords sworn to Annuminas and answered only to Lord Elendur. He and Dany had to visit Draugost later and check on Aunt Ashara and the rest of his cousins. But that was for another time, for now he had business here in Winterfell concerning the threat to all of Westeros.

After greeting and talking to his uncle, he turned to Aunt Catelyn, who held out her hand to him and he kissed it. He could hear Uncle Brandon greeting his wife.

"You look beautiful, Aunt Catelyn. It's clear that life in the North has been good to you," Aemon said, kissing his aunt's hand.

Aunt Catelyn smiled at Aemon.

"Thank you, my prince. You are quite a handsome young man yourself. Your wife, Princess Daenerys, certainly has no reason to complain," Aunt Catelyn replied.

He could say the same about Uncle Brandon, who would have no reason to complain with such a beautiful woman in his bed. Although he had heard that his uncle was supposedly still sleeping with Lady Barbrey and was also a frequent visitor to the brothel in Winter Town. He could use that to his advantage, only I didn't know. Well, he'll surely find some opportunity to sleep with his aunt, with or without Daenerys's help.

"Aemon, Aunt Catelyn, that's enough. We're family after all," Aemon replied with a wicked smile.

He then greeted his cousins, starting with Cregan.

"Aemon, how many years has it been since we last met? It must have been ages!" said the heir to Winterfell.

"It has been far too long since we last met, cousin," replied Aemon, greeting Cregan warmly.

"I hope you will feel at home, cousin," said Cregan.

"Oh, it will certainly feel like home. I like the rugged beauty of Winterfell and the Godswood here is much larger than the one in the Red Keep. I will have to walk through it with Daenerys," replied Aemon.

He then greeted his cousin, kissing her hand. Sansa blushed at this, her blue eyes seeming to sparkle.

"Hello, cousin. I see you are growing into a true beauty, much like your lady mother," said Aemon.

"Thank you, cousin. You are not bad either. You look like a prince from ballads and songs. I could take you for Beren One-Handed himself," Sansa replied.

Ah, the song of Beren and Luthien, popular in Gondor and the most popular Dunedain song in all of Westeros. Aemon had heard it many times, whether it was the flowery Reach, the sun-baked deserts of Dorne or the river-covered Riverlands, many minstrels had it in their repertoire as a mandatory song to sing. He had never been to any tavern or castle where a minstrel had not sung the song of Beren and Luthien. Even at Riverrun at the farewell feast, the minstrel of Riverrun had sung it with many other songs. He was not surprised by such a comparison, considering that Sansa seemed to him as someone who loved listening to minstrels' songs and stories.

"I'll take that as a compliment, though I doubt I'll ever equal someone like Beren One-handed, who tore the Silmaril from Morgoth's crown and returned from the dead to life, sweet Sansa," Aemon said, and his cousin looked as if she might faint from the shock.

Of course, he was well aware that none of this would have been possible for Beren without the invaluable help of the beautiful Luthien, who was as much a princess as a sorceress. But he had the impression that in the south they liked to belittle her importance in favor of Beren. He couldn't count how many times he had heard versions where Beren, thanks to some influx of superhuman strength, had broken free from his chains and killed one of Sauron's werewolves who had been devouring prisoners, and during the fight the noble Finrod had been killed.

Or that Beren was the one who knew the arcane magic, using it to bewitch the dreadful Carcharoth to get to Angband and then managed to put Morgoth himself to sleep and steal one of the Silmarils (he even once heard versions where he managed to steal all three Silmarils!). These versions limited Luthien's involvement to basically a princess trapped in a tree by her wicked father (harming Thingol in the process) or even appearing later after Beren returned from Angband to Doriath. He never liked this and always demanded that the minstrel sing him the original Gondor version or not sing the beautiful song at all. In most cases such minstrels did not sing the song of Beren and Lúthien at all, and only a few sang the song as it was known in Gondor, without distortion or belittling of other characters such as Lúthien or Finrod.

When Aemon turned to Lyarra, his cousin was peppering him with questions.

“Where did you get your dragon? What is its name? How big is it and will it grow? When did you first ride it? What is your wife’s dragon’s name and where did she get it? When did she first ride it? Where did you get that sword hanging from your belt? How long will you and your wife be here?” and a whole host of other questions.

Aemon laughed at that. He could appreciate the curiosity, especially since Lyarra looked like a truly lovely girl.

“Take it one at a time, cousin. I can tell you all about them later and many more,” Aemon said, ruffling her brown hair.

Then he turned to Rickon. The boy was looking at him with the admiration and curiosity he had often seen in his squire, Edric Dayne.

“Cousin, are you a knight?” Rickon asked.

“Cousin, of course. I was knighted by Ser Arthur Dayne himself, the Sword of the Morning,” Aemon replied, and he noticed how the youngest Stark’s eyes lit up at the mention of one of the greatest knights in the realm.

“Father says that knights are only good at throwing men from their horses in tourneys, and in a real battle most of them will die quickly,” Rickon said.

“Certainly many a tourney knight will not fare well in battle, but the same cannot be said of Ser Arthur Dayne, who not by chance defeated your father in the tourney to celebrate my father’s coronation as king,” Aemon said. “You may ask yourself. He came with me, Dany, and Ser Hostamir, a true Dunadan in the Kingsguard.

“It has been a long time since I saw my uncle, and I can say the same of my royal cousin,” Isildur put in, and they fell into each other’s arms.

Aemon felt his cousin's grip tighten and when he finally let go, he could see his face well. It was long with gleaming, amethyst-purple eyes, noble features, and a wide mouth made for laughter and conversation. Isildur was tall, and with his raven hair and proud bearing, he reminded him of Ser Arthur Dayne. It was obvious that they were related, but in his sharp gaze and composure he saw something of Uncle Ned.

"It's good to see you again, Isildur. When last we saw each other, we were playing at great warriors. I was Aemon the Dragonknight and you were Isildur Elendilion, pretending our wooden swords were Dark Sister and Narsil," Aemon said, remembering the time when they had played games together as young boys, when his parents had visited Draugost, where Uncle Ned and Aunt Ashara ruled.

Isildur laughed loudly at that.

"After all, we were named after great men and warriors, cousin. Those were great times. We climbed trees together, pretended to be great heroes, not only Aemon and Isildur but also Beren, Hurin, Turin, Tuor and other great warriors from the Dunedain tales as well as Duncan the Tall, Daemon the Rogue Prince and Ser Ryam Redwyne, and played many a game. It will be nice to reminisce about the old days of our childhood despite the dark times that have come," he said.

"Perhaps not as dark as you think, cousin. Have you met my wife Daenerys Targaryen?" Aemon asked as Dany approached them, along with Hostamir and Arthur, who had dismounted from their dragons. Dunadan was clearly glad to be able to put his foot on solid ground rather than sitting on the back of a great dragon.

"The beauty of Princess Daenerys Targaryen is sung by bards and minstrels. And indeed, those who praised your beauty were not exaggerating, princess. You are a sight for sore eyes," Isildur said, kissing the hand of Aemon's wife, who smiled faintly at him.

"Aemon never mentioned that his cousin was a true poet. You speak beautifully, Ser Isildur Stark," Daenerys said.

"Isildur is enough, Princess Daenerys. I am not a knighted knight, and I do not aspire to be as many are," Isildur replied gravely. "I am not much of a poet either, though I admit that I will occasionally write a poem or a short song. I am also a good harp player, though nothing special."

"That is called being modest, dear cousin. I will have to insist that when this is over you play the harp for me and my sweet, lovely wife,” Aemon said.

“It is a deal, cousin. Perhaps I will even sing you a few songs, one or two of my own humble composition,” Isildur said.

“As long as you do not sing us the song of Beren and Luthien. I have heard enough of it in my life,” Aemon replied, making Isildur laugh.

“As you wish, cousin. I do not wish to anger the heir to the Iron Throne,” Isildur replied gravely, though Aemon saw a spark of joy in his violet eyes.

Only Theon Greyjoy did not approach, as if he feared Aemon and Daenerys. But Aemon did not care much, if he did not wish to greet her, it was Theon’s problem, not his.

“Isildur Stark, I did not expect to see my sister’s eldest son here,” said Ser Arthur Dayne, hugging Isildur affectionately.

“I love you too, Uncle, though I assume the King has sent you to protect Prince Aemon and Princess Daenerys,” said Isildur once he had released Ser Arthur.

“Not alone, the noble Ser Hostamir has also come to guard the Prince and Princess in the far North,” replied Ser Arthur. “Who is the man who accompanies you?”

"This is Borondir, my sworn shield and the finest rider of my lord father's men, uncle. His family breed horses at Fornost. No one rides as well as my good Borondir. He and a band of loyal guards escorted me to Winterfell," Isildur explained.

"You overestimate me, Lord Isildur," Borondir replied.

"As humble as ever. How can you not appreciate him," Isildur replied, smiling.

"Tell me more, Isildur. What business did your father send you to Winterfell for?" Aemon asked, very curious.

"Adar thought it would be good to have someone from our family present at Winterfell and since he was summoned to Annuminas it fell to me. Naneth currently rules in Draugost and the rest of my siblings are there as well" Isildur replied.

Then Uncle Brandon approached them.

"Aemon, Princess Daenerys, I have ordered comfortable chambers prepared for you in The First Keep. In the evening there will be a feast to celebrate your arrival" he said.

"Thank you, Uncle. We could do with some rest and a warm bath would be great too. Just make sure our dragons get their goat because they are also hungry after the whole journey" Aemon said.

"Of course, of course, I will go and deliver their goat right away, nephew" Uncle Brandon assured.

Aemon said goodbye to his cousin Isildur, taking Daenerys by the arm and they followed one of their uncle's servants, who led them to the chambers prepared for them.

“Your cousin is quite eloquent and charming,” Dany commented as they entered the chambers assigned to them by Uncle Brandon.

Aemon looked around the chamber. It was quite cozy, though somewhat austere in style with its grey walls and dark brown floor. The windows were covered with dark green, heavy curtains, and the floor was covered with rugs. There was a large bed, a small table with a couple of chairs on which stood a silver jug ​​with a few silver goblets, unadorned. A wardrobe and a chest for storing clothes, a large bookcase, and a door that led to the bathroom. In short, modest, but practical. It suited him quite well.

He turned his attention to Dany and her words, shrugging.

“Isildur always knows what to say, not to mention that he is a beautiful speaker. You must hear him speak Sindarin sometime. He wields it as well as any native Dunedain, and he loves to sing in it,” Aemon said.

He took off his cloak and hung it on a peg, watching Daenerys take off her cloak and hang it next to his.

“I’m sure he’ll listen when he plays the harp for us and sings songs, including those he’s written. Someone with such eloquence can certainly sing beautifully,” Daenerys said.

“I hope I don’t have to be jealous of my cousin, my love,” Aemon replied.

Dany laughed heartily.

“You needn’t worry about that, my husband. No one will replace you,” she said.

Aemon looked at his wife, then took her face in his hands. He could feel Daenerys’s soft, velvety skin in his sword-hardened fingers. He could see her purple eyes, gazing lovingly at him, and that wide smile on her red lips.

Gods, he loved this sight and he would never tire of it.

Aemon leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Dany's lips, who returned Aemon's kiss fervently and passionately. He didn't know how much time had passed but he didn't care. All that mattered now was Daenerys. Eventually, however, she pulled away from his lips and a sly smile appeared on her lips.

"I see my dear husband is in the mood for some sweet pleasure after our long journey to Winterfell. Or maybe she should invite Lady Stark to join us? Lady Catelyn has bigger tits than my mother and I would like to see you dominate this proud lady and fuck her brains out. Or maybe invite Lady Lyarra Stark, who despite her age is still holding up well and has not lost any of her beauty so you can sleep with your second grandmother. Or maybe charm Sansa Stark, she's already half in love with you, so it shouldn't be hard to convince her," Dany said, her slender, feminine fingers touching his chest, slowly moving towards his stomach.

Aemon smiled at Daenerys.

"I wouldn't mind fucking Aunt Catelyn or Grandmother Lyarra, and as for Sansa, I'll think about it. She's a lovely and innocent girl indeed, and I'd rather not cause her any distress. We could always take her as your lady-in-waiting, though, and see how she fares at the court at Dragonstone," Aemon replied. "I wouldn't mind fucking like rabbits before the evening feast, my dear wife,"

"I wouldn't mind that, my dear husband. I'd love to feel your skillful tongue on my pussy again," Daenerys said.

"As you wish, my dear wife," Aemon replied, taking off his sword belt. On it hung the Dragonclaw, which he hadn't shown the Starks yet. There would be time for that later.

Aemon watched with a watchful eye as Daenerys slowly and sensually took off her white woolen dress and the silver chain with the three-headed dragon. Aemon was also not idle and was naked as on his name day. And when he saw Daenerys naked, his cock immediately became hard as a rock.

"Before I let you bury that monstrously large cock inside me, you will first lick my pussy," Dany said firmly.

Aemon nodded in affirmation without words, then walked over to Daenerys, who lay down on the bed, spreading her long legs wide and giving him access to her silver pussy.

"Let me feel how you wield your tongue, Aemon Targaryen," Dany said.

And gods, he let her feel it as soon as his nimble tongue plunged deep into her pussy, touching her sensitive spots every now and then.

"Fuck, yes, Aemon. Don't you dare stop this until I come," Daenerys said and Aemon wasn't going to stop what he was doing.

His tongue was hitting the most sensitive spots of Dany's wet pussy, who was moaning like a whore from King's Landing. Aemon had almost mastered the art of the "Lord's Kiss" to perfection, giving it to his wife and every other woman who was lucky enough to share their bed. He listened to Dany's moans and curses, tirelessly using his skillful tongue. At one point he stuck the middle fingers of his right hand into Daenerys' tight ass, which he used more than once when he lubricated his cock and fucked it well like there was no tomorrow. Dany reacted, of course, and hard.

"Fuck, I can feel your fucking finger in my ass, Aemon. Don't stop that either. I love it when you play with my pussy and ass at the same time." "Then lie there and enjoy my tongue and fingers, my dear wife, for I will not stop until you come, and you know I am a man of my word," Aemon said, moving his finger inside his wife's tight asshole. Dany moaned harder and cursed, though the curse was cut off as his wife pressed her lips together tightly.

"Of course I know, husband. I remember how you made Wynafryd and Wylle come at the same time using only your tongue and fingers. And I won't even mention how you know how to play that Dornish whore Arianne Martell, who loves to milk your cock dry," Dany moaned.

Aemon had always been proud of his accomplishments, whether on the battlefield or in bed, and the fact that he could please multiple women at once or make the Dornish princess a wreck of pleasure filled him with particular pride.

"Now I'm going to make you come so hard you'll want to ride my cock like you ride your dragon, my dear wife," Aemon said, briefly pausing in his pleasure of his wife before resuming it with renewed enthusiasm.

"Oh yes, oh gods, what a wonderful language," Dany moaned, only to continue speaking in incoherent gibberish that was music for Aemon's ears. For he knew that he had given her such pleasure that she could barely form any coherent words, let alone hold any kind of conversation. He pushed his finger deeper into Dany's ass, and she screamed and moaned at the same time, which he finally allowed her to say.

"FUCK, YOUR FINGER IS BREAKING MY ASS!" Dany cried.

"Wait until you get my cock in your ass, Daenerys," Aemon replied, before plunging his skillful tongue deeper into her pussy again.

"I can't wait to get my cock, husband. I love it when you fuck me with it," Dany said.

"You'll get it as always, my dear wife. So much so that you won't be able to sit on your ass when I'm done," Aemon said, still working his finger. He resumed his tongue work, not saying anything more and just listening to his wife's moans.

Aemon didn't know how long it lasted, he never counted time during sex, but he thought Dany would come soon, considering her moans and curses.

"Fuck, Aemon, I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come" Dany moaned louder than before.

Aemon pressed as hard as he could and Daenerys came with a loud moan with an intensity that surprised even Aemon himself. Orgasms threw Dany over and over like she was a rag doll, until finally it stopped. She was breathing lightly, Aemon could see it, watching her breasts rise and fall rhythmically. He loved watching his wife when she was most vulnerable, there was something appealing about it. Staring at his beautiful wife, he didn't notice her smile. She shot up and pressed herself against him unexpectedly.

"It's time for your wife to return this incredible favor, husband," she said, reaching for Aemon's cock and wrapping her small hand around it. Gods, he was harder than ever and all they wanted was to possess Daenerys and give her the best fuck of her life.

“So let’s see what my lovely and beautiful wife can do,” Aemon said, which probably sounded like a challenge to Dany.

She accepted it with enthusiasm as she roughly mounted him and Aemon’s cock fully entered Dany’s pussy, stretching it.

“OH GODS, IT ALWAYS FEEL LIKE THIS FUCKING COCK WILL TEAR MY PUSSY IN HALF!” Dany screamed as she rode his cock with an increasing rhythm.

She gave Aemon a view of her breasts as well. They weren’t as big as some of their lovers’, but he still managed to enjoy them. He used his skillful fingers to pinch her small, pink nipples and circle them. He drew some outstanding moans and squeals from his wife in the process.

“Oh gods yes! Play with my tits however you like, husband. They’re just for you!” Daenerys moaned and Aemon took full advantage of it.

He loved the feeling of Daenerys' tight pussy wrapped around his massive cock and the way she rode it with passion. His wife liked to use his cock in every way possible, especially when he fucked her ass. And today he was going to fuck her ass too.

"Gods, I love riding your big, fat cock, husband. No one has a cock as big and wonderful as yours, Aemon," Dany moaned.

Aemon closed her mouth with a passionate kiss, which Dany returned, even pushing her tongue down Aemon's throat.

"My Valyrian goddess deserves only the best and my cock is the best. Do you want me to fuck your ass with my cock afterward?" Aemon asked.

"Gods, of course I do. I want you to destroy my little ass with that monster cock" Dany moaned and Aemon could feel that if she rode him for any longer he would cum in her tight pussy.

Before that could happen Aemon picked Dany up who protested violently as his cock left her pussy but it ended when he threw her on the bed, grabbed her silver gold hair and shoved his cock into her asshole.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, THIS COCK WILL DESTROY MY POOR ASS!" Dany moaned and Aemon roughly fucked her ass holding her hair and pulling her back. He knew Dany would feel a mixture of pleasure and pain and that she loved it because she could feel like never before her dear husband was fucking her like there was no tomorrow.

Aemon kept fucking Daenerys like this for a long time, his cock hitting her tight ass over and over again, which was taking his hard fucking quite well, while Dany moaned like a whore from a brothel.

"Whose cock do you love, Dany?" Aemon asked.

"Yours, Aemon," Dany replied.

"Louder, I can't hear what you said. Whose cock do you love?"

"Yours, Aemon"

"Again, whose cock do you love?"

"YOURS, AEMON. IT'S THE BEST AND THE BIGGEST!" Daenerys screamed, and for Aemon there was nothing sweeter than that. With one last, powerful thrust, his balls shot out cum, filling Dany's ass. She would definitely have trouble sitting after this. But he loved it.

As he slid his cock out of Daenerys' ass, his wife turned around and took his cock into her mouth, sucking it insistently. As she sucked him, Aemon could feel that it wouldn't be long before he came again.

"I can see that you really want my cum, Dany. Then you'll have it," Aemon said.

"Ghmm," Dany said, which didn't mean much to Aemon, but it was clear that she was very pleased with it.

He let her suck his cock, holding her by her hair and enjoying the sensual blowjob his beautiful wife was giving him.

"Fuck, I'm coming," Aemon moaned and Daenerys, hearing this, sped up her work on his cock.

"Fuck, I'm coming," Aemon moaned loudly and after a moment he released his cum, which Dany swallowed without much difficulty. She released his cock, licking her lips with her tongue.

 She smiled at him.

"You taste delicious, Aemon. Now, since we have plenty of time and your cock is so eager, we can fuck some more," Dany said.

"You will be the death of me someday, Daenerys," Aemon replied, but he pulled his wife into bed. Something told him they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, and he certainly wouldn't let his wife.

Annuminas, Gondor, at the same time

"Lord Elendur, I do not wish to question your knowledge, but do you think the palantír will show you the Others who march beyond the Wall? Your father, may the One rest his soul, once tried to look upon the lands beyond the Wall and could see nothing in the Lands of Everwinter, as if some veil had covered his vision from it, preventing him from seeing anything," said Maester Marwyn, walking beside Elendur.

The two of them climbed the stairs of Elendil's Tower, heading for the highest, secret chamber guarded by one of Elendur's guards.

He glanced at his maester. Marwyn had been in his father's service since before Rhaegar Targaryen ascended the Iron Throne, and in appearance resembled a dockside thug more than a maester from the Citadel. He is a short, stocky man with a thick neck and a strong back. He has huge hands that could snap a mighty tree, a thick chest, and a hard belly. White hairs sprout from his ears. He has beetle eyebrows, his nose has been broken more than once, and his teeth are red from chewing sour leaves.

Even his attire was more like that of a dockside thug or rogue than a maester, but since his service in Annuminas he dressed in the Dunedain style, favoring black woolen robes and a gray traveling cloak. He was rarely without his bag, where he kept his most valuable possessions he had taken from the Citadel.

In the Citadel he was an Archmaester, a master of the so-called Higher Mysteries, but not well-liked by the Archmaesters there, so he had been sent here to serve Lord Isildur in place of the deceased Maester Harwyn, which Marwyn had accepted with a kiss of the hand as he had told Elendur's father when he first came to Annuminas.

He also told of his travels in Essos, where he had spent many years before returning to Westeros. He mentioned then the rumors that there was a dark Necromancer in Asshai who had the Black Riders, as they were called, at his service. This stirred a vague fear in him and his father, though Elendur could not point to its source, as if it were something he had dealt with before.

Elendur remembered that his father had held Marwyn, or as he was called in the Citadel, Marwyn the Mage, in high regard for his love of magic. He never sugarcoated or tried to suck up to his father, but always told the hard facts and always what he thought of the matter. His late father had appreciated Marwyn enough to be the only maester to ever serve in Annuminas to reveal the secret of the palantiri.

Marwyn was greatly impressed by them and with his father's permission studied them, though he didn't get much out of it, except that he thought they worked remarkably similarly to the glass candles that the mages of Valyria had once used. He too appreciated Marwyn's advice, even if in his opinion Westeros was uncouth and paranoid of other maesters.

"It was a shroud of white, to be precise, that hid the land from him as if someone did not want him to see anything there. Not to mention that he felt a sudden fear creep into his heart as he tried to peer through the veil," Elendur replied. "Perhaps I shall see nothing, but I shall try. Besides, I shall turn the palantír upon Asshai, and your tales of the mysterious Necromancer and his servants, the Black Riders, stir in my heart a disquiet I have not felt since we fled Numenor. I pray to the One that this is not our old enemy who has somehow come to this world with us."

"And what if your old enemy has followed you, Lord Elendur?" Marwyn asked, his boots clattering on the stone steps.

"Let us pray that we have the strength and will to oppose him, Marwyn, or the whole world will be swallowed up by his darkness and gloom," Elendur replied.

After that, they did not speak until they reached the very top. The short corridor ended at a solid oak door, before which stood the lone Guardian of the Citadel. Elendur trusted only those he trusted to guard one of the seven sightstones. When the Guardian saw him, he saluted him.

"Lord Elendur," the Guardian said.

"Anborn," Elendur replied. "I have come to use the palantír of Annuminas. Maester Marwyn will accompany me."

"As you wish, my Lord," Anborn replied, and moved away from the door.

Elendur took out the key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it. He put it away and opened the door. Inside was a small, spacious chamber. There was nothing there except a stone table, with a palantír placed in the center of it, in the recess. It was a perfectly round, black sphere, about a foot in diameter. Most of them could be held in one hand, but two were large and heavy enough to require at least two people to carry them.

"Interesting, these palantíri, my lord. In terms of function, they are almost identical to the glass candles used by the mages of Valyria. Supposedly, they could see into the other side of the world, talk to another glass candle wielder, and even enter and shape other people's dreams. And palantíri have all of that except the dream-entering part. Your father told me that they were made by Feanor and given to his grandfather, Lord Amandili, by the Elves," Marwyn said, looking in awe at the palantíri lying on the ground.

"That is right it is one of the most precious legacies of my family, and important to the safety of Gondor from our enemies,” replied Elendur.

He left the maester and approached the palantir. He placed his hands on them and looked into the crystal, wanting to see Annuminas from a bird's eye view. Soon he actually saw Annuminas, the magnificent White City of Gondor, as if he was looking at it through the eyes of a flying bird. He made the palantir look at Winterfell.

Soaring like a hawk, covering thousands of leagues in an incredibly short time until he saw the gray walls and towers of the Stark seat. He saw dragons, which meant that Prince Aemon and Princess Daenerys had arrived, for news had reached him that they were to come to the Stark castle.
However, he had no time to dwell on this. He turned his gaze to Castle Black, the Wall and his dear brother Ciryon, who was the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. In no more than a dozen minutes he reached Castle Black from Wintefell, and from this height the brothers of the Night's Watch looked like ants. He glanced at Ciryon, who was working in his solitude, missing the singing of his second younger brother. But there was no time for sentiment.

He turned his gaze to the lands beyond the Wall, and the further he went, the more he saw snow and ice as far as the eye could see. Soon he also noticed a swarm of Wildlings, who seemed like an angry anthill, incited to destroy anyone who dared to threaten the queen's life. He passed them and looked behind them, but there he saw only a white curtain, thick as if woven from fog. He tried to pierce it with his gaze, straining all his will, but he felt his heart seize a violent fear, and the more he tried to break through that curtain, the deeper the fear.

Finally he gave up. Whatever it was, it was clear that the Others had a way to negate the palantir's capabilities. Before he left the palantir, however, he decided to calm the anxiety in his heart and turned his gaze to Asshai. He had crossed the countless miles of the narrow sea, past proud Braavos with its mighty Titan, past the vast expanses of the Dothraki Sea where the barbarous horse-lords fought on equal terms with each other and with those they considered weaker, crossed the inaccessible Bone Mountains, passed the ancient Yi Ti, and reached Asshai.

But he saw only darkness, as if a veil of darkness had been laid over the land, so that it was impossible to see what was going on there. Elendur thought that Morgoth had used a similar trick on the Valar, so that Manwë could not see what his fallen brother was plotting. Elendur shuddered at the thought that their old enemy had not only survived the fall of Númenor, but had come with them to this strange world. He missed his father all the more, and felt his loss.

Surely he could find some remedy for this evil. He tried to see through the veil of darkness, but he failed. He was about to leave the palantir when, guided by some premonition, he turned his gaze to the sea and then, as if by some lucky chance, he noticed a lone ship, one of the Ironborn longships.

Concentrating on it, Elendur approached it and saw none other than Euron Greyjoy standing on its prow. He had managed to escape the fury of the Dunedain and had not been seen in Westeros since the Greyjoy Rebellion and now he saw him on course for Asshai. He did not like it. Then he noticed that a figure was with him, dressed in red and looked like a priest of that whole Red God or maybe one of the wizards from Asshai.

And from what he had read from his lips, he had learned that he had served a Necromancer who could help Euron take revenge on the hated Dunedain if he swore allegiance to the Necromancer, who would teach him the arcana of his arts. Elendur did not like that very much. Finally, he withdrew from the palantir and noticed Marwyn's worried expression.

"And how, my lord? Have you learned anything?" he asked.

"Not much, I cannot penetrate the veil that surrounds the Others, it is apparently their way of protecting themselves from the palantir. I have also seen shadows over Asshai that cannot be penetrated and Euron Greyjoy's ship. I fear that he may cause us more trouble," replied Elendur.

"Disturbing news, what do you intend to do now?" asked Marwyn.

"Not much about the Necromancer and Euron, they are beyond the reach of the Dunedain. Now I must focus on the threat of the Others,” Elendur replied.

He left the palantir room with the maester, locked the door (the guard guarding the palantir had another) and walked down the stairs. He had to meet with his lords and discuss his course of action.