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"You like what you see?" She asked, her purple eyes shining with playful hunger.
"You're wonderful, auntie!" Maegor said deeply, making her shudder from his voice.
Her hands were gliding across his chest, moving back and forth as she admired the way his muscular pecs felt beneath her touch.
Maegor felt tingles run through his body as her fingers glided over his bare chest. He could practically sense just how much she desired him through each of her caresses.
Flipped onto her back and with Maegor on top of her, Saera found herself at the mercy of her sweet nephew as he dove in and began ravishing her neck. He was relentless, even bringing up his knee to press and grind against her quickly moistening core.
"Nnggh! Yes, that's it, Maegor! Fuck me!" Saera cried out, her head turning to give him more access to her neck whilst her legs twisted and jerked down below.
"Fuck You?!" Maegor growled, pinning her arms above her head and kissing the skin on her neck. "You're gonna wish you didn't say that once I'm done with you!" He continued passionately.
It drove him into a frenzy, and based on the way Saera was writhing and moaning beneath him as he had his way with her, she loved it just as much.
"Fuuck! Mmhngh-Maegor!" Saera cried out while her eyes rolled into the back of her head because of his assault on her body. He wasn't giving her a moment's rest, his duel assault on her neck and, unfortunately, still clothed pussy taking up every ounce of her mental focus. Arousal was coursing through every inch of her body.
He trailed down her form, paying attention to everything.
From her neck down to her chest, where he pulled off and tossed her dress somewhere in the room, all the way down to her crotch, which was now bare of everything that could get in his way. Maegor kissed, licked, and bit every inch of skin that she had to offer.
Maegor pursed his lips and blew cool air right onto her dripping folds. The effect was instant.
It sends pleasurable shivers up her spine but also draws out a loud whine from her parted lips.
He dove right in and began attacking her glistening folds with gusto.
"Ohh fuck! Yesss!" Saera threw her head back and moaned as Maegor's tongue lashed at her drooling mound without any hesitation.
He was going at it like a man possessed, shaking his head to and fro as he made sure every part of her womanhood was properly taken care of. Every kiss and lick sent jolts of desire straight to her brain. Her pussy was devoured in its entirety, and when Maegor brought his hand up to use his thumb to play with her clit while his tongue continued digging into her cunt, Saera's mind blanked out.
Maegor groaned in complete satisfaction, the sound vibrating deep in his throat as the taste of Saera's salty yet delightfully sweet pussy filled his mouth. He felt as though his tongue was being bathed in holy water with each swipe against her soaking-wet vulva.
Saera, on the other hand, was being sent to heaven.
She could barely hold on to the little coherence she had left. The nerve endings in her folds were going haywire, sending signals of mind-melting pleasure to her brain every millisecond that Maegor continued to eat her out. Goosebumps covered her body, chills running through her system as her sweet nephew's eager maw swallowed every bit of her sticky juices.
Maegor was bringing her closer and closer to her peak, and embarrassingly enough, it had only been five minutes since he started. Regardless of her will, though, her body was already well on its way to giving him the reward he sought.
"Oh God! Fuuck!" Saera gasped, her eyelids fluttering closed and her mouth falling open as her womanhood began quivering. Her body was shaking, harsh spasms originating from the depths of her womanhood assaulting her in waves.
"M-Maegor! Oh-mMnffuck! Maegor, I'm cumm-INGgg!"Saera cried out, biting down on her lower lip blissfully as the walls of her pussy violently spasmed. The pleasure she was feeling was far too much for her to do anything besides lay there and endure it.
Maegor had driven her to the peak, but he wasn't even close to done with her.
Saera swore she could see stars when he finally backed away from her. In the very next second, however, bright white took over the entirety of her vision as he introduced two of his fingers into her slit.
"Maegor! Please!" She begged, reaching down and grabbing his head in hopes of some mercy. She could barely stand just his mouth and thumb, so adding his fingers to her pussy would surely kill her!
"What? Didn't you say you wanted me to Fuck You?" Maegor's voice was gruff.
Before she could say any more, he started dragging them back and forth against the roof of her inner walls. The way he did so was enough to wipe away all of her thoughts, and he knew this.
His goal wasn't just to give her enough pleasure to feel satisfied. No, he wanted her to crave him in every sense of the word.
Each time he met a particularly sensitive spot inside of her dripping snatch, he would make sure to focus on it for a few seconds at a time. Never going above or below that time to ensure Saera didn't grow used to it, but also repeating it frequently enough that once finished, her pussy was floating in nothing but bliss. It was with this that he also continued mauling her velvet tunnel like her pussy was his last meal.
"Nnghnh! Ooohhh FUUCK! I'm cumming again!" She screamed, her voice shaking while her legs wrapped around his head desperately. Her mind was filled with nothing but the feeling of his fingers and tongue piercing her soul.
Maegor groaned as his lips and tongue were hit with an onslaught of Saera's feminine juices. If she was in heaven, he was too, licking and gulping down every last drop of her delectable essence.
His face was covered in her honey, and his eyes were narrowed with a hunger for more, but as he sat up and extracted his head from the grip her powerful legs had on him, Maegor realized that maybe he had to give Saera a small break. Her eyes were hazy, and her mouth was open.
Grinning cockily, Maegor missed the way Saera's eyes regained their focus and ended up letting out an unmanly yelp as she suddenly tackled him to the ground.
Saera sat back down with her ass now on his lap and looked down at Maegor with a smirk. She gazed down at him like a hungry dragon.
"Ffffuuck," he moaned as her round and soft ass cheeks smothered his cock.
"Hmmm. You like that?" Saera smirked, enjoying the way Maegor squirmed beneath her as she used her ass cheeks along his length through his clothes. "You like the way my butt feels wrapped around your cock?" She breathed out sensually.
Maegor felt in heaven as she worked her way up and down his cock.
"I bet you'd love it even more without these in the way, huh?" Saera reached underneath herself and pulled his engorged length free from its cloth prison.
Immediately, she moaned as her fingers wrapped around his girthy erection. They were just barely touching, and yet the heat exuded from it felt as if it was going to scorch the skin of her palm.
"I will ride you, sweet nephew." Saera gasped, looking up at Maegor as her pussy let her know that she needed him immediately.
Saera let nothing else stop her from sinking her steaming hot honeypot onto Maegor's long, hard, and pulsating dick.
"Auntie! You Feel Amazing!" Maegor moaned in pleasure as she sank into him without any resistance.
The tightness of her pussy was still unhuman. It surrounded him on all sides, hugging his length like a warm glove. With every spasm or undulation that her pussy went through, his cock throbbed violently, too, longing to fuck up into her tight walls until she was screaming out his name. But he was not the one currently in control right now.
She leaned closer, her lips touching his. The two shared a passionate kiss that made Saera feel loved. "You are mine, sweet Nephew. I will never let you go, " she claimed against his lips.
Jerking her hips up and down, she bit her bottom lip and groaned through the stunning sensations that radiated throughout her core. She had clearly blundered. Her sensitive walls were no match for his dick, its thick girth grinding against every slick corner and bumpy groove inside of her pussy.
Her hips twisted, and her cunt tightened perfectly around his bulging cock. Loud claps echoed in the bedchamber, slowly ramping up in tempo as Saera's movements gained momentum.
"Yess! Ohh! Fuck mee!" She gasped, clamping down hard around Maegor's cock.
Every time Saera's hips collided with his crotch, the tip of his dick would slam against her cervix, sending white-hot rushes of pain and pleasure straight up her spine. The constantly repeating sensation was making it difficult to continue riding him. But there was no way she was stopping until she was completely satisfied, and only God knew how long that would take.
"Shit! If you keep that up I'm gonna-!" Maegor's voice came out strained.
His words, however, were cut off as Saera swooped down and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Her hands cupped his cheeks, holding him down so that she could continue slamming herself onto his dick passionately while, at the same time, intensely making out with him.
"MMmm-!" Maegor was surprised for a moment before he sank into her passionate embrace.
Saera felt like she was trying to devour his mouth with her own.
Before Maegor could become too engrossed in the texture of her lips, though, Saera backed away from their kiss and smirked down at his dazed look.
"Are you gonna cum?" She half whispered, half moaning into his ear, stopping her bouncing to instead grind her ass in circles on his lap. "Can't you hold it in?" She teased. "Orr~ are you that desperate to knock me up?"
The thought of Maegor impregnating her honestly sent delightful chills throughout every corner of Saera's body. Her fluttering walls were milking his cock, dragging him closer and closer to plastering her womb white with every passing second. She had birthed many children who ended up being worthless to her, and the thought of having her nephew's children sent chills down her spine.
Maegor felt the same way. He didn't know her that well yet, so having her right now was too soon. But later, he wouldn't mind having children with her. This was also what pushed him to take his next action.
Maegor's hands snuck behind her and took hold of each of her plump ass cheeks. Her eyes widened and her pussy quivered when she realized what was going to happen next.
"YEsss! Maegor, Fuckkk!!!"
Saera's words were cut off almost immediately as he started thrusting up into her slick folds with merciless intensity. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and cries of extreme pleasure left her mouth as his cock plunged into her depths again and again.
Her tight folds welcomed his shaft with blissful reverence, spasming and fluttering around his rapidly penetrating length as she came around his cock.
"Oooh fuuck! YeesSS!" Saera hissed, the heat in her core reaching critical mass as Maegor fucked her through her climax. Her walls were relentlessly milking his cock, trying to bring him to his climax right alongside her. Arching her back, she cried out at the titillating sensations that captured her body.
His hand came up to the back of her neck and pressed her down against his chest, holding her close to himself as he pummeled her juicy slit to oblivion. His other hand went down to her ass, his splayed-out fingers sinking into her thick, meaty cheek from the intensity of his grip.
She was trapped in all senses of the word, her curvy figure stuck in Maegor's hold as he dominated her mind and body completely. His thrusts never slowed down, his burly dick scraping against her insides with each long and heavy stroke.
"OH GOD! Nephew. Ruin Me. Fucking Ruin Me!" Saera wailed, her cunt going wild on his cock.
The cries that she was letting out were only fueling his already bottomless lust even more. Sweat dripped down his body, but no matter how tired he became, he made sure that the tempo of his thrusts never changed. His balls bounced off of her jiggling ass cheeks, slapping against her fat behind with loud resounding claps that filled the area they were in every time he bottomed out inside of her.
"Ugh, Auntie! You're so fucking tight!" He growled out harshly, his nuts rising up as her pussy milked him.
Saera moaned as Maegor's cock swelled up inside of her. Her eyelids fluttered closed, hiding the way her eyes lost focus as a sense of euphoria overcame her senses. His thrusts were becoming faster, rougher, and more desperate. All of which showed that Maegor was nearing the end of his rope.
"Fuuck! I'm about to cum!" Maegor growled, his eyes narrowing and his dick jerking inside of Saera's scorching hot depths while his balls throbbed.
"Cum inside me nephew! Fill me Up!!!" She screamed, squeezing her walls down on his cock and grinding her crotch against his. There was a burning hunger inside of her womb that could only be satisfied with his cum.
"ShiIIT! Here it COMES!" Tensing his hips and gritting his teeth, Maegor planted Saera's ass against his crotch and snarled deeply as his dick began unloading inside of her. The walls of her womanhood were completely painted white with his seed, the thick liquid quickly taking up every inch of space within her.
"Yess~! It's so much!" Saera moaned as Maegor's dick lurched inside of her, her mouth falling open euphorically as it fired off multiple thick jets of his virile essence deep into her core. Each heavy spurt of his steaming hot baby maker brought her closer and closer to what could only be described as rapture.
It filled her with a sense of contentment unlike any other. And it was that feeling of serenity and bliss that finally allowed Saera to relax, the last bits of energy she had left running out as her womb greedily accepted the final remnants of Maegor's release.
Together, they lay on the bed, taking in the feeling of each other's warm bodies as they came down from their high. Their chests rose and fell at the same time, their bodies unconsciously syncing up with their newly found partner.
"Maegor. I want you to conquer the world with me." Saera suddenly said with a hushed tone against his chest, and her nephew grew confused, cocking an eyebrow as he looked down at her.
"I don't think we can live long enough to do that," Maegor said humorously, thinking she was just telling him what she desired. However, the way she lifted her face and looked at him with a glint in her eyes, he quickly realised that she wasn't making a joke.
"Wait, how can we even do that?" Maegor asked confusedly, but she didn't answer right away. Instead, she crawled up to his face, tenderly kissing his lips, pulling away so her forehead rested against his.
"There's a reason why I have nine Red Priestess in my council, and why I follow their religion. They call it the ritual of blood, but before we do that. We should take care of all our enemies in Volantis." She claimed before kissing him passionately.
One Week Later
"Your graces, where are we going to start?" Kinvara questioned as she and a group of Red Priestess gathered around a wide round table made of gold, with the map of the entire known Essos flattened on it for everyone to see.
"Right now, we need to take back control over Volantis itself. I might have the most territory here, but not everything here is under my control. I only needed to share my power with Qol-Daras because I had no dragon, but now. I have a dragon, and my sweet nephew is here to stay with me and rule everything that I rule." Saera said with a proud look, pointing at Maegor Targaryen, who stood beside her, while the rest were standing on the other side of the table.
Saera's inner circle contained the nine Red Priestesses of Volantis since the largest Red Temple was built here. Saera had made sure to hire the Red Priestesses and ensure that they were on the good side of the faith.
Unlike the Seven Stars of Westeros. Saera had seen the power of R'hllor; even now, she was using that power to her benefit. But her inner circle also had captains of her Army of Dothraki and Unsullied. Yet, despite being in her inner circle, those captains had collars on their necks, making it clear they were slaves of Saera, and as such, they would do as she told them without question.
Maegor still couldn't believe that a whole week had passed since he had arrived here to make an alliance with his aunt. At first, he had been sure that she would try to use him, maybe even get him killed, maybe not kill him since he would be worthless dead, but she could have tried to capture him. Instead of a potential enemy, his aunt had agreed for the two to become allies.
In return for becoming allies, the two would conquer every piece of land in Essos, starting with Volantis, while she was the one with the most power in this city. Saera had to share some of that power with two rivals, but now that she had a dragon, and he too had joined her, they would start their conquest, and the first step was to destroy the other two slave masters.
"Has there been any news, Daouron?" Saera questioned the first captain with her piercing purple eyes.
"Yes, my Queen. Last night, someone tried to get into the palace during the hour of the wolf. I saw him trying to use the destroyed tunnel, but I managed to trap him inside. He tried to run away, but we imprisoned him." The man said with a blank voice, catching Maegor a little off guard, but he paid no mind as Saera wrinkled her nose.
"Did you question him sharply, Turgon?" she asked the second captain, who stopped forward, looking downwards as he spoke.
"I did my Queen, but the man has no tongue to speak, and I tried to get him to write everything he knows, but I don't think he knows how to write." The man answered dutifully before stepping back.
Saera looked disappointed that she could not get any information from this attacker, but then Maegor stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Aunt Saera, has there ever been any such attempts before?" he questioned with a charming smile, one hand resting on the golden round table while the other was resting on her plump ass cheeks, touching her through the dress, she licked her lips and let out a quiet sigh as his fingers circled around her ass hole. He could feel the softness of her flesh through the thin, soft fabric.
Since arriving here, the two had fucked like rabbits in heat, to the point that Kinvara had to do the job for her on several occasions. Maegor had found out that his dear aunt quite liked it when he reminded her what he was to her; she loved screaming 'Sweet Nephew' whenever she was close to orgasm.
"I think I might be able to get information out of him, dear Auntie." Maegor said with a charming smile, his voice deep and serious, causing Saera to shudder pleasantly, feeling her skin tingle. The same went for the Red Priestess in this chamber, especially Kinvara, who had yet to sleep with him since Maegor had refused her on the first day because he was still wary of what she wanted to do with him.
"Ohh, how would you do that?" She couldn't help but ask, turning to face him. The dress did little to hide her curved body, and she made sure the front of her dress was opened just enough to show her cleavage, but her beautiful pink nipples were still hidden by the pink dress she was wearing.
"Maybe you should come and watch, dear Auntie. See for yourself what a Northern can do with the power of a warg." Saera shuddered at his voice and nodded with a growing, twisted smile. The thought of watching Maegor in action made her whimper with need. She still remembered when he told her what he had done to the Greyjoys, and the thought of seeing something similar made her...
"A Warg your grace?" Kinvara questioned with an alluring smile but still sounding curious.
"The First Men that arrived in Westeros, some of them could see through animals, and some were able to control them," Maegor explained, and he could see that Kinvara's eyes widened with delight and a smile of triumph grew on her face after hearing that.
He wondered what she was thinking, but that wasn't important right now as they walked out of the chamber, soon walking downstairs. The Golden Keep was huge, and they needed to use the elevator to reach the Dark Abyss, where the prisoners were kept. Maegor had never been in this place, but he had been in the dungeons of King's Landing. He wondered which one was worse.
As the elevator was going down, Kinvara looked at him keenly the whole time. He had to admit that Kinvara was a rare beauty, and the sight of her ample bosom was quite alluring. She was beautiful with red lips like blood, her eyes glittering like rubies, especially now. Her choker and her eyes looked back at him like three red eyes.
"Lady Kinvara, can I do something for you?" Maegor asked with a puzzled expression, and Saera giggled slightly as the Red Priestess sauntered over to him.
"Your blood has magic my dear Prince. I have never felt anyone with more magic than you...it's fascinating." Kinvara said with a look of awe in her eyes, and Maegor wondered what she meant by that. He knew Targaryen had magic in their blood that allowed them to ride dragons, but why was he different than the others?
"What is fascinating?" Magor asked as Kinvara stopped before him, she was as tall as him, and he could feel her hot breath against his face.
"We of R'hllor can perform magic that our god lets us, but we need magic blood to perform certain things, things that I think you would like me to do for you, my Prince." Kinvara said with a singing voice, leaning closer but not yet kissing him. Her voice sounded smooth and calming as if her voice alone could hypnotize him.
"What can you do?" Maegor asked curiously. He knew now what the Red Priestesses were capable of, but his auntie had told him they were much more powerful than they appeared, especially the High Red Priestess, who was the most powerful of them all. Saera had told him that she was a beauty beyond their imagination.
' 'A Beauty auntie? Did you try to fuck her?' Maegor asked in amusement as he played with her clit, and she moaned from pleasure, using her hand to pleasure his cock.
'I have never felt the way I felt when she was in front of me. With a single touch, I felt like I needed to heed her orders. It felt like she was controlling me. She showed me a vision in the flames; there I saw my dragon, Gaelithox.' '
Before Kinvara could give him a proper answer, the elevator stopped moving, and the door opened for them. Before him was a sight that he was sure he would never forgive. A staircase that led to the first floor was in front of him. Cages were hovering above the roof, with prisoners inside; those cages were kept like that through long chains that were attached to the walls through metal plates; inside the cages, he could see worms crawling around their skins, but what he didn't understand was the sight of Gold!
Each cage was made of gold, with rubies and diamonds. He knew Saera was rich, but he never thought she was so rich. The people kept inside were barely alive, with collars around their necks. They appeared more skeleton than human, and their skin appeared more like a thin shirt over their bodies. Their rib cages seemed like they would burst out of the skin at any moment.
"Dohaeragon! (Help!)" Their shouts were heard throughout the place, but they all fell silent, soon followed by screams of pain as animals started feasting on their flesh
"Why are they all here?" He asked without emotions.
"Everyone you see in this place have wronged me, Maegor." Saera replied casually, but she didn't wait for him to respond. "Follow me, dear nephew." Saera said warmly, appearing numb from the sight of people suffering, and he quickly followed behind.
He felt a shudder from her for the first time, but he quickly ignored that. He was not afraid of anything or anyone. This was not something that impacted him, he was simply surprised that Saera could be this brutal to people, it was one thing to hear about it, but another to see her appear so numb from the sights around them.
Soon, they reached a cage. This one wasn't hovering, but the inside of the cage had golden spikes, and the man inside wasn't moving. He was bleeding from several wounds and seemed sick. The smell of rot came from him.
"This is the man who tried to kill me. Dear Nephew, show us what you can do."
Maegor smiled cunningly before looking right at the man; for a moment, nothing happened until his eyes moved at the back of his head, and the prisoner let out a loud gasp, soon followed by screams of anguish and pain, his hands moving wildly, hitting his own head as if trying to pull something out of his head.
"Jiōragon hen- (Get out-)"
Saera and Kinvara watched as the man fell silent; the screams came to an end, and the prisoner's face appeared calm; he was no longer afraid, no longer in pain, and his arms slumped down as if he just died. For a moment, they were sure he was dead when Maegor let out a gasp and stood up.
"What did you do?" Saera asked, watching as Maegor looked down at the prisoner.
"Who sent you here?" They all watched as one of his arms moved out of the cage through the small square openings. He darted out a finger and dragged it along the floor until he made a sigil using the dirt on the floor.
The Sigil was that of Qol-Daras.
The Red Temple
Maegor walked into a large hall with pillars reaching the roof. He could see wide bowls mounted into the pillars with flames on each one. A different color, green, white, orange, purple, auburn, and blue flames.
Maegor felt as if someone was watching him in this great hall, but he paid it no mind at the sight of Kinvara standing near a desk made of copper. Stairs that reached from one end of the hall to the other led to a higher level of the hall where her desk was placed, with two doors on each side of the upper hall. A smile grew on her face at the sight of him, and as he strode closer, he couldn't help but wonder why they were meeting in this hall.
"Lady Kinvara, you asked for me?" Maegor questioned as he stopped before the desk, waiting for her to tell him what she wanted from him. After the prisoner confessed. Saera wanted to use her dragons to kill her rivals. It was easy; with their dragons, they would melt down their keeps. But Kinvara had changed her mind, saying that some things are better left alive, saying that their lives were better used to please R'hllor, and Saera had agreed.
Maegor didn't know why, but Kinvara told him to visit the Red Temple the next day, saying he would be needed for their plan to succeed. He didn't know what she wanted from him, but she told him that she would need his help so they could get rid of their rivals without much trouble and without the need for Dragonfire. Maegor wondered how that would be possible unless the Masters just decided to give up their treasures to them, but he doubted that would ever happen.
"I did, my Prince," Kinvara said with a singing, smooth voice as she stood up, walking around the desk until she could stand right in front of him, with the desk behind her. "Tell me, how much do you know about R'hllor?"
Maegor didn't understand why that was important right now but still answered. "Not much, my lady. Only that they can show you visions in the flames."
"That is only a small part of R'hllor's power." Kinvara said sensually as she started walking around him, making circles as if she were a predator and he was the prey. "A Life for A Life. Only Life can pay for another Life. R'hllor grants us magic; in return, we make sacrifices to the R'hllor. He shows us visions, he allows us to do things that no one would ever belive, he allows us to feel things we could never feel." Kinvara stopped beside him and placed her hand on the candle, and he watched as the fire grew in size until she let go of the candle. Just being close to her, he could feel her heat. It felt like standing near a raging fire.
"R'hllor makes us powerful. He exists, and he is the one everyone should follow, tell me, when has ever The Seven done anything for King's Landing."
Maegor snorted at her question. "I'm not much of a believer of the Seven, my Lady. They are nothing but rats that use the foolishness of the people to get people on their side," he said mockingly before placing his hand on Kinvara's bare shoulder and turning her around to face him. Her skin felt smooth and warm, like touching flames.
"What is that you want from me, my lady?" He questioned.
"R'hllor gives Queen Saera magic, and he allows her to remain as young as she appears now. She is not using illusions, she simply doesn't age anymore until she decides that she wants to. She made a grand sacrifice, and he gave her the gift of eternal beauty, and eternal youth, and the ability to touch flames. As Servant of R'hllor, all of us can touch flames, and feel it's warmth, we are guided by flames. We are made of flames." Kinvara said as she turned around and placed her hand above the candle. The flames reached up to her palm, but it wasn't burning, and she never winced from the pain. It seemed as if the fire wasn't even touching her as she turned around to face him.
"What kind of sacrifice did she make to R'hllor?" Maegor questioned, wondering what could have been.
"A Life for A Life. Sacrifices are always made, but I'm afraid you should ask her yourself, Prince Maegor." Kinvara answered, and Maegor wasn't sure he liked that he got no good answer. He knew he could ask her later, but this felt too personal to ask.
"What is that you want, Lady Kinvara?"
"To spread the word of our true god, Prince Maegor. You can help us show Westeros that The Red God is the one they all should follow. A god that judges the wicked, and helps the ones in need. A True God with True Power." Lady Kinvara said with an almost hypnotizing voice. Her voice was smooth and sweet like honey, and he found himself unable to look away from her red eyes, beautiful and dangerous.
"Why should House Targaryen support R'hllor?" Maegor questioned. He knew he would need support if he truly wanted to execute his plan, and he knew The Red God was the main religion in Essos. He wasn't foolish of being against them, and he felt that House Targaryen could ally with The Religion of R'hllor, but he wanted to make sure he was playing his cards right.
"R'hllor supports the ways of the Old Valyria. We would never look down on those wanting to marry into their family, and we would support you even if you have more than one wife. Unlike your namesake, you can marry as many wives as you want, Maegor. R'hllor would acknowledge all of them." Kinvara said convincingly as she rubbed his cheek like a lover.
"I don't think I will ever need to marry six wives, Lady Kinvara, but what else is that R'hllor can give House Targaryen?" The moment he asked that question, Lady Kinvara smiled like never before. At that moment, he felt his heart almost stop beating, and his body felt hotter as her hand pressed on his chest.
"The High Priestess is more powerful than all of us, Prince Maegor, but let me show you what I alone can do with magic. Now, give me your powerful seed." Maegor didn't know how, but it felt as if his body moved on its own for a moment. His lips kissed her red, scorching lips.
A fire burst inside Maegor. He felt like he was burning inside as he kissed her. A kiss had never felt like this, her warm hands, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth.
His hands flew to her head to grasp at her soft, fire-like hair; then he slid his hands down her thighs. Closing his eyes slowly, he enjoyed her skin's sensual, silken touch.
"You're so soft, Kinvara," Maegor whispered reverently.
"Touch me, Prince Maegor. Show me your passion." She spoke smoothly, with a beautiful voice against his ear, and he felt his body burn up, yet he felt starved—starved for her.
Not able to resist, he goes in for another kiss, splaying one hand across her back while the other moves up to clutch her hair. Kinvara gasped as he tugged, forcing her to dip her head and meet his lips in a hard kiss. Her hands are all over him ...clinging to his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, just touching him in any way to encourage him never to stop. Maegor hears a desperate moan escape her and tightens his grip, holding her as she grinds against his erection.
Finally convincing himself to let go, he slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders, and the top of her breasts spilled out. Maegor gently ran his hands up and down her body, and Kinvara sighed in approval.
"Kiss me, Maegor." He heeded her words, and their kiss was passionate. The fire in his heart grew larger as her scorching lips kissed him back; it felt like she was consuming him with her lips. He had never felt this overwhelmed by someone as she kissed him; her tongue explored his mouth.
He fondled her large breasts, and she moaned into the kiss and arched against his hand.
"You're perfect." Maegor muttered as they pulled away from the searing kiss.
He leaned down slowly, feeling the soft flesh of her exposed nipple against his lips. As he began to suck, he felt it respond to his touch, hardening in his mouth. Unable to resist the urge, he gently nibbled with his teeth, savoring the sensation. His lips closed around her nipple, applying delicate pressure as he continued to suck, eliciting a soft moan from the Red Priestess as she arched her back in pleasure. The warmth of her skin beneath his touch further heightened his desire, and he marveled at the taste and texture of her.
Kinvara ran her fingers through his hair as he sucked on her large breasts. "Ohhh, you are doing so Good, my Prince!" She praised him, moaning in pleasure, before pushing his head deeper into her ample breasts.
Maegor switched to the other breasts, worshipping it, and Kinvara moaned loudly in approval as his lips closed around the pink nipple and sucked gently, his other hand overfilled by her right breast as he licked and added pressure with his tongue to the rosy peak.
Letting go of her breasts, he started going downwards until he reached her pussy.
His lips moved upwards on her thigh, making Kinvara pant as he got closer and closer to her cunt. His mouth latched onto her cunt, causing her to moan loudly.
"Oh my Prince!" she moaned as she felt his tongue between her folds. His mouth sucked on her clit. Maegor's hands wrapped around her thighs, bringing himself even closer to her. He flicked her clit with his tongue one more time, and she came hard.
"Ohh, My Prince!" Kinvara moaned as he lapped up all of her juices.
"You taste amazing." Maegor said as he licked his lips, enjoying her juices. Kinvara panted slightly from the wonderful orgasm she just felt, but they were far from done as he stood back up, and she kissed his lips.
Their lips were glued together until both needed air, and she sat on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs for him, showing the pink pussy she was hiding, ready for him to take.
"Give me Your Seed," Kinvara commanded with a singing voice,
Maegor happily obliged and entered her. They both sighed before Kinvara pulled him down for another passionate kiss.
"You are so tight and hot!" Maegor's breath hitched in his chest as the intense warmth of her velvety walls enclosed his throbbing member with a snugness that felt like a tailored fit. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a captivating fusion of pressure and heat that left him feeling utterly consumed by her; it felt like her pussy wouldn't let him go until he had spilled his seed deep inside her, not that he would want to pull out from the scorching heat surrounding his cock.
Maegor's movements were deliberate and unhurried as he skillfully pushed into her, savoring every moment. The air was filled with the sweet sound of pleasure-filled moans. With each thrust, her body responded eagerly, matching his movements with a perfect synchronicity. Her moans grew louder.
Kinvara loved every second Maegor was inside of her. She had many men inside her before, but no one had felt this powerful; she knew that his seed would be more powerful than she could have imagined. She wondered what her High Priestess would think of Maegor, but all thoughts flew out of the window as she felt him getting closer.
"Give me your seed, My Prince. Don't Stop!!" Kinvara cried from pure bless into his shoulder as her nails dug into his back. She wrapped both of her legs around him, causing him to get even deeper inside of her as her back arched upwards. "Ohh, My Prince!!" Kinvara screamed as her cunt tightened around him, and she came all over Maegor's cock. At that moment, her walls closed tightly around his cock, and he felt his pleasure peak, and he could no longer hold it inside.
His head was thrown back, and his grip on her hips waivered. "Kinvara!! Ohh Fuck!! he growled before exploding inside of her, painting the inside of her cunt white. They both breathed heavily as Kinvara felt a rush of power inside her like never before. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. She knew his seed was powerful but never thought it would be like this.
"My Prince, you wanted to see how we can help you and Queen Saera to make the world bow to you." Kinvara said with an alluring smile. She opened her mouth wide, and he watched as black smoke poured out of her mouth. It fell below, and he watched as a pool of shadow formed on the floor.
"Qol-Daras, and Qol Garas." Kinvara said with a strange voice, and the pool of shadow disappeared as if it never existed.
Maegor looked back at Kinvara and couldn't help but notice that she appeared even more beautiful than before. Her hair seemed brighter red as if made of flames, and she strode over to him, pressing herself against his bare chest.
"Now that we are done here, let's continue where we left off," Kinvara said with a seductive smile before kissing his lips again.
Qol-Daras
"We should move now, father. That whore has two dragons now." His son said the same words he had been saying for the last week, and Daras could no longer pretend this wasn't a problem. He had been hoping that the two dragons would kill one another. But a week has passed, and nothing has happened yet. He knew the longer he waited this out, the higher the chances the two would ally.
"I will invite her to talk tomorrow. I will have my best archer kill her during the meeting. The dragon never takes revenge for their fallen rider, so we will be safe, " he said as he rubbed his hands together.
"What about a Faceless Assassin?" his son said from behind, causing him to pause. It will be costly, but what we will get from her after her death and the other dragon rider will be more than enough to cover our expenses." His son added with a smile, and Daras hummed. He hadn't considered it because of how expensive they were, but his son was right. It was a wonderful idea—two birds with one stone.
"It will be done then. Son, I want—" A scream made him stop. He whirled around and saw his son on the floor, gripping his head in pain.
"Garas, answer me." He quickly ran up to him and kneeled down, shaking his shoulder, but as his son finally responded and turned to look at him, his eyes were red—almost like the eyes of a red priestess.
A Sharp pain engulfed his stomach, and he looked down to see his son's knife on his stomach; he scrambled to his feet, trying to get away. "Son, stop!" He pleaded in agony, blood dripping out of his wound, but his son said no words as he came closer to him; he appeared emotionless.
"Dragons will rule everything." This wasn't his son's voice as he plunged his knife into his father's heart.
His father's scream for help was cut short as he pulled out his knife, blood dripping from the knife, and his father's head slumped down. The light in his eyes faded forever.
The boy turned the blade against his own throat, his hands struggled, shaking, and for a moment, he moved the blade away from his own throat, but it was for nothing as his hand pushed the knife forward, and the blade cut his throat. He fell to the ground, gasping for air as he tried to close his throat, trying to stop the blood as he thrashed around the floor.
But it was all for nothing.
Westeros
Rhaenyra could feel the cold sweat rolling down her face on the warm day. She felt her throat dry despite the wine she drank a minute ago. Rhaenys was supposed to have returned by now, but there was no sign from her, and she could feel Corlys's piercing glare at her. But that wasn't even the worst part.
Three days ago, she received a letter from Daemon. He knew that she had sent his son to Volantis to talk with Saera and to have her on their side, but her husband had seen right through her.
' "You sent my son to that whore. To make an alliance. Do not think for a moment that I don't know why you did that. I know you and Aegor have not been good friends for many years now. But he is my Son, and you send him to that whore, so he can get himself killed, or worse, become her slave. Let me make this clear, Rhaenyra. The only reason why I'm still here is because of our children, because of Aegon, and Viserys, and because of my daughters, Baela and Rhaena. If we lose this war, they will die with us. That's the only reason why I'm still here, but I'm telling you. I will secure Harrenhal and the Riverlands for us, but once that is done. I will fly to Volantis and bring him home if he is still alive. When I return home, with or without him. I will tell everyone about your bastard children, and I will break the betrothal between Baela and your son. The time is up, Rhaenyra. I won't harm them, but I will not allow them to sit on the Iron Throne. Never. Remember this when I return." '
Rhaenyra felt like everything was closing around her. Maegor was supposed to have been with Rhaenys, but she had sent him away, and now she couldn't help but feel that she should have waited to do something about Maegor until after Aemond was dead. With his death, the Greens would have lost their most powerful weapon.
She escaped her thoughts when the door opened, and Mysaria walked in; her face showed no emotions, but Rhaenyra knew the White Worm was furius with her, and only did her job because she had already chosen a side when she decided to side with Maegor, and going back to the Greens would be foolish of her.
"White Worm, any news from my wife?" Corlys was the first to demand the moment Mysaria stopped before the Painted Table.
Mysaria's eyes flickered at Rhaenyra for a brief moment, showing rage, before looking back at Corlys. "I'm afraid that Princess Rhaenys was ambushed by Aemond Targaryen and Vhagar during the fight. She and her dragon have fallen."
Upon hearing that, Rhaenyra drew in a sharp breath. Looking at Corlys, the rage in his eyes made her flinch, but he said nothing to her. Instead, he walked out of the chamber with Baela and Rhaena, looking at her disappointed before they, too, left the chamber.
Rhaenyra closed her eyes, feeling overwhelmed. Despite being a Queen, she had never felt lonelier than she felt right now.
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