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187 AC
Kingslanding
Daeron Targaryen
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"By the gods, I hope I have not made a horrible mistake..." Reading the message from one of the Master of Whispers latest deliveries, I am feeling a bit of regret.
Aerion seems to have gone ahead with the plan to have as many kids as possible. Our sister Mya Rivers from Melissa Blackwood has been spotted with him and shared his chambers with him at Claw Isle. I have no doubt Daenerys already knows about this so hopefully she approves, if she doesn't and this causes a rift I will have kicked the wall myself causing that mess.
I just hope he is going about it smart, but I do not want to reach out and have the message intercepted or put him on edge or something. I may even stir the pot even more and cause my younger brother to jump headfirst into a lifestyle like our father. I never saw him going that path and taking a lover on top of his wife does not make him our Father but I still worry for him.
He used to be such an oddity, running around Dragonstone when I still was Prince of Dragonstone, he would do strange things. Crafting instruments and writing songs to be played with them, a legendary talent that will be remembered for ages to come. Then his training and helping my boys exercise and grow into fine young disciplined men, it made my heart feel warm. But it did not fit a child so young and I always thought he would remain such an oddity even into his adult years.
Making him Lord of Harrenhal proved he was capable of surprising the whole world with his skills. I get more letters from people wanting me to help them approach him than people trying to meet me, me the King being an intermediary. His reach is far and wide and only gave him a more legendary glow off his achievements.
I fear I may have corrupted him with my words, the demon who tempted him to fall low with the rest of us. If he falls to a debauched life I fear I will have had a heavy hand in that, both his King and older brother and I requested of him something I should not have. I thought I was right when I got the word his twins hatched two eggs, but now seeing the results of my tempting whispers...
I just pray Mya fits in well with the two of them and there is enough love between them to keep things steady. If Mya has his babes and they hatch eggs, I would dread for them to become like Alicent and Rhaenyra. To see a Dance of dragons with my own eyes is the last thing I want, I fear it in truth. So I need to do what I can for them, to help ease any harsh feelings between them and smooth the road.
Speaking of roads I need to remember to request Aerion to pass along the plans for his Drago road. Many people have gotten word of it and want one of their own blazed to the King's road and the other various roads the Good King had built.
But as far as Aerion goes, if he sends a request to have a child legitimized I need to immediately accept. I should also look into getting some keeps set aside for the possibility of Lording any sons born of Aerion and Mya. Daughters can marry a grandchild of my own, to bring the dragons back to the crown's blood, or if they want to marry a loyal Lord I would approve as well.
I feel like things are still on the right path, I just need to make sure I do my part to help him and keep my eyes out on his back for unseen problems. It helps that many Lords come to me for problems they have against him, I play the part of a concerned king. I hear them talk about their fears of his growing power and I act of the same mind, fearing for my crown. But in reality, I am proud of his growth, he made good on his promise to strengthen our House to a height that is once again untouchable. That is the real problem these Lords of the Riverlands have, they see him growing like a weed amongst them and they fear that.
House Tully has been oddly silent since the last time I told them that a Prince would not be beneath them. They wanted so desperately to keep Harrenhal as part of the Riverlands and to have Aerion sworn as their bannerman. It escapes me how they thought they could in any way command a Prince and a dragon rider.
But enough of that for now, I will keep a close eye and nothing more, I do not want to stir the pot and anger one of the dragons. Gods know Daenerys can have a furious side to her when she wanted to as a young child. I imagine it still lurks beneath the surface even as a young mother, I pray for my brother and his safety.
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187 AC
Myr
Aegor Rivers
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I watch the men of the Golden Company start to train and I nod with a sense of pride welling up inside of me. The only thing that can ruin this is the dull ache of that damn horse hoofprint on my chest that throbs at moments of genuine happiness.
"I will kill that damn horse." I growl as I set my hand on my breastplate and focus on shoving the pain down.
I won't let the pain ruin my day, we have passed two thousand men today and I am going to celebrate, the pain can be damned I want to get my cock wet. I am the founder of what will be known as the greatest sellsword company the world has ever seen. Being the captain-general of the Golden Company will be an honor only comparable with being a King. I will see to it with all my willpower that it will be done.
Knights pour in as our name grows, old names coming out from the darkness, I am not a fool that believes they are who they claim but it matters not. if they claim to be a Mudd or a Greystark or even from House Hoare with a 'legitimate' claim to Harrenhal. Poor fuckers have never seen a dragon and that's why they have enough balls to claim that, but it matters not. I only need their arms to carve out a name for my Golden Company to keep growing.
We already passed the other Sellsword companies that are made up of Westerosi in number. The company of the Rose and others like it are less than a thousand at their best, but we will go far beyond that. A real army for whoever has the coin and we will have an ironclad pact that will never be broken.
Daemon was a fool to sit out on this, playing around at being a Lord of a keep smaller than some landed knights. I spit on that, he should be the damn King, it is what are father dreamed for him. But he is scared of the dragons and the monster of Harrenhal, a freak of nature if I had to give him a fitting name. He is not wrong to be wary but he is wrong to fear, the Dothraki did not expect to be burned from the sky. If they did and they prepared themselves it could have been much different.
Dorne took down a dragon almost twice the size of Moonfyre and Drogon, it can be done once more. My new friends in Myr even let me know that their walls will be remounting Scorpions on these walls like the days when dragons roamed the skies. The Myrish are known for their crossbows and their scorpions are also a step above the rest. I have half a mind to have some made for the Golden Company on the off chance we will need them.
I am not fool enough to take a contract against Aerion but if he just so happened to show himself...
After all, he has done to me it would be fitting to knock him out of the sky to fall to the ground like the rest of us. He had his damn demon of a horse near cave in my chest and he stole the woman I wanted to wife. I only wanted Shiera to piss off Bryden but then Aerion made it personal by taking her away from both of us. Bryden also learned his lesson and keeps his new interest a secret from me so I can not steal her away from him.
Whatever, it matters not in the end, when he marries the woman he loves I will come in and take her for myself.
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187 AC
Raventree hall
Melissa Blackwood
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I pack my clothes with a small smile as I imagine the surprise on my daughter's faces when I arrive at Harrenhal. I have not seen them for a while and the trip is a short one so I plan to ride over and visit with them for a few days. I need to get on these backs about something that has been concerning me as of late.
Neither has written to me about their... future.
They talk about the things they have been up to at Harrenhal and that is all well and good but I am concerned. They both were given lands near the Blackwater Rush just like their brother but all my Kids have ignored their lands. None of them have sought marriages as well and though Brynden seems to have caught someone in his eyes, my daughters are silent.
Bastards they may be but they have as much noble blood as any other Lord, if not more. They also were legitimatized and that alone gives their hand value to secure a good marriage. Yet if they keep waiting around I fear they will waste away and no one will even want them. I need to see about helping them along to find someone to be happy with, even if it's no one grand. I just want my children to be happy and I fear I may have lacked in their upbringing and caused them to stay away from marriage.
I myself was a mistress, of a King but still a mistress and I am sure that is something they never have gotten out of their minds. I just need to confront them about it to put my mind at rest and help them move forward. Regardless of whatever titles or names people call them, they deserve to be happy, that's all I want for them.
They can not just hide away in their brother's castle with his dragons scaring off any would-be suitors. They have to step out and find someone instead of shying away from the idea for whatever reason they have in their mind.
I finish packing my clothes and toss a few books in for the road and nod before stepping back and looking around my room. I see nothing else I want to bring and look out the window, the wheelhouse is still being prepared so I have some more time. I suppose I could take a stroll through the garden before I have to sit for hours and hours. I would prefer to just ride a horse over but that was tossed out when word got around the castle and the wheelhouse was dragged out for me.
I suppose I should be happy about the 'concern' but I also know it's to show off a little bit and to look more important. I sigh as I head for the door to inform a servant to carry my things down to the wheelhouse before I head to stretch my legs.
I wanted to do an update on Aegor and a small peek at Brynden, nothing major but the ball is starting to roll with both of them. Daeron's POV kind of just happened and it felt fun to see him panic at the idea of his involvement in what is going on with his brother. Melissa in canon was apparently a sweetheart who even the Queen, the mom of mc, came to adore even though she was screwing her husband and giving him bastards. So I wanted to bring her in for a while to check on her daughters and see what's up.
The next chapter will be the 'hunting trip' that I envisioned a long time ago between Daena the defiant and Aerion.
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187 AC
Harrenhal
Aerion Targaryen
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I am going, to be honest, I should have seen it coming.
Daenerys warned me that something was afoot with our aunt, I thought she was overreacting. Daena is a flirt that much is true but even so, she has been at Harrenhal for how long without fucking anyone, and doing just fine. Though I suppose that should have been a warning in enough itself...
We downed a Stag and I hung it up and field dressed it since it was getting late and we will camp out and I do not want the meat to spoil. But I find myself surprised by what she is doing. It almost seemed like she was only helping clean it just so she could take off most of her clothes and get bloody alongside me. I thought it strange but after she followed me into the creek bubble butt as naked I realized I was in danger.
I did not shy away from checking her out and did not hide myself like maybe I should, I only made it worse. She slowly made her way through the water as the blood was washed off and she was left pale-skinned and naked. If any man can say they did not get a stiffy after seeing her like that I will say they are gay or can't get it up, to begin with. With each step she got closer as the water rushed by at our thighs I remember Danny's warning.
"Are feeling fine?" I ask as she gets within arms reach and she nods as she looks me over with a glint in her eyes.
"I am fine, I was just making sure you did not miss anything, he was a bleeder and got us really dirty after all." I nod and she circles around me making my heart beat harder. "You seem to have gotten most of everything but right...here." Her hand slides down my side as she presses her breast against my back.
The smell of blood is mostly gone but there is a hint left mixing with her own smells that she must have put on just before we left. The mixture of smells is oddly more arousing than I would expect from something smelling like blood. But then again her hand on my thigh might also be the reason I am finding myself so aroused.
"Feel free to check me for anything I might have missed, we are going to have to camp out with how dark it is getting and I do not want to sleep with blood on me." She walks back in front of me before slowly and tantalizingly spinning in place. She pushes her ass out making my hardened cock graze across it before she looks over her shoulder with an inquisitive look. "Did I get it all?" I groan as she pushes her ass out toward me taking my cock between her cheeks.
"You might have missed some right here." I cup some water and let it run down her side as I grip her hip with one hand, the other going around her to her front and gripping a breast.
She jolts in my arms rubbing my cock between her cheeks and bites her bottom lip as she looks back at me. She lets out a throaty chuckle before starting to rock her hips with purpose as she grinds her ass back against me. I grit my teeth before letting go of her breast, we both can play at this game, I slip my hand between her thighs and run two fingers over her slit.
Her grinding only stops for a second as she takes a deep breath through her nose and looks away from me while speeding up her pace. The more I slide across her bottom lips the slicker they get till I find my fingers soaked and making noise with each motion. I slide my middle and ring finger into her scorching entrance and she groans as she stops moving and clenched her thighs. Her ass clenches around my member and I have to thrust upwards to keep up the good times but I don't pull my fingers out and instead start pistoning them into her.
"You are burning up, you have been pent up haven't you?" I set my chin on her shoulder as I slide my hand from her hip over her chest as I pull her back against me, her breasts being pushed flat by my forearm.
"What are you even talking about?" She bites her lips as the start of a whine leaves her throat but she snuffs it out.
"I see, you won't admit it easily even if your actions say otherwise." She does not respond as I pick up the pace of my fingers diving into her folds.
Her temperature is rising like a furnace the longer this is going on and I feel an unbearable urge to just slip my cock into her hot depths. I even feel a chill as I imagine it yet my poor length is left out in the cold as I try to keep it warm between her ass. She tries to pull away as soon as her knees almost buckle but I hold her against me.
"Ahhh!" She no longer even tries to hold her voice in as she almost falls limp against me, and her cunt flutters.
"Fucking hell, even if you planned this and I walked into your little trap I can't find it in me to care. I am going to fuck the hell out of your warm cunt..." I scoop her up into my arms in a bridal carry as I head out of the chill creak back to where I hung up our kill.
I am kicking myself for not throwing the tent up but I suppose I can fuck her against a tree and while she recovers I can toss the damn thing up. I hate how casual I have become about this but to be honest I also can't find a reason to not. That is the worst part, my resistance was beaten out of me by my own wife and now I have nothing holding me back from fucking someone. I would avoid it if she did not like the person or asked me not to, but she did not say anything other than be careful before I left with her annoying 'knowing look'.
I will just keep blaming her, it makes my wounded pride feel better.
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I kick aside some of the more jagged stones with my bare feet before heading to my pack. The bedroll I brought it tied onto it so with skilled footwork I untie it and have it roll out to pinch with my big toe and drag it to flat ground. I am sure if someone saw what is going on they would think me a desperate man, a man starving for some cunt.
But to be honest my horny aunt is tucked against me with her eyes closed sleeping, or just pretending so she won't have to help. But regardless when I set her down she won't be sleeping long, that much is for sure. I ignore Roach watching on while chewing on something, he is likely judging me just as cruelly as a stranger would but internally, that's what friends are for after all.
Getting the bed roll situated on the ground to where I won't be rutting her against a jagged surface I kneel down on it before setting her before me. Her legs open and I roll my eyes as she 'wakes up' with lustful eyes, I will get her to make it up to me later...
"Fuck me." I nod at her words as I adjust myself back to lower my tip to her entrance.
"That's the plan." I push forward as soon as I feel the scorching folds pulsing with need, her slick entrance damn near swallows me in and I groan as it pulses.
"Fuck... hold on go slow... too damn big..." She mutters and curses at me as her hands dart up to my chest to push me back.
But to be honest I am in the zone now that I slipped inside and her little hands on my chest aren't going to stop my hips. I bottom out and her head drops back onto the bedroll, her walls try to squeeze and trap me but with how slick she is it won't help. I slide out halfway before driving back into her hungry Milf cunt and she groans.
Her hands leave my chest before searching out her nipples to play with them making them look even more enticing. I build up speed before leaning in and catching one of her hard nipples in between my lips and she pulls my head down against her breast nearly starting to smother me. I don't let up even as she tries to choke me out with tit flesh and I ram into her with reckless abandon.
"Faster!" I almost want to complain, it's easier to say that when you are the one on the bottom and I got my knees sinking into the rough ground.
But the way her walls cling to me with each movement as they try to milk me of my seed, I keep my complaints to myself.
"Harder!" Now I feel like she is taking shots at my already wounded pride, she got me into bed and now she keeps digging at me, she is going to get it now.
I free my head from her clutches and sit back up straight as I keep my hips working my length into her depths. My hands grab her ankles as she watches with confusion only until I shove her feet back toward her head making her fold like a chair. Both of her nieces can handle this position so as their aunt she would be dishonoring the family name if she could not hold on.
With the better leverage as her ass raises slightly, I can slam into her and really beat at her walls as all her demands die out into whimpers. It is not long after my new abuse that she can not hold it and digs her hands into the grass beside the bedroll. Her pussy reaches new heights of grip as she wets our joined sexes with a tidal wave of her pleasure. She already got her rocks off twice with this and I will be damned if I give her mercy because she is climaxing.
"Aerion! Staph..." I can see as her jaw clenches shut and it only eggs me on as her face starts to turn slightly red as she is racked with pleasure that I won't let end.
I feel the sticky wetness between us with each slap of her ass against my thighs, the noise likely audible for a great distance around us. But it's the grip squeezing down like a vice that does me in as I bottom out one last time and seed her limp body.
Something ignites in me as the pleasure courses through me and I look down at my tease of an aunt gasping for air. Her body is at my mercy and I find immense pleasure in making it that way, she fucked around and is finding out. She lays a hand over her stomach as I shoot her full of 'the real deal' likely feeling the heat from it as I feel her hot l cunt squeeze me.
I guess it is not a true victory if I don't even steal her lips, so I lean in with my hands pushing into the grass around us. She almost seems to not understand before I press my lips on hers and her tongue darts out seeking my own. I suppose now I really am a 'mother fucker' and damn is it a nice title to earn and will be worn with pride.
Hmmm, tried to change up the R18s a bit since I no longer care if the words are appropriate for the time period. Its to constricting to try and write an R18 when you need to try and talk in old English and avoid modern slang.
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