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( Tower of The Sun, The Old Palace, Sunspear, The Broken Arm, Dorne, Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe )
In The Tower of The Sun, within the confines of the Old Palace within Sunspear Prince Doran Martell held a Covert meeting with an old acquaintance.
The man possessed all the Hallmarks of Old Valyria, platinum blonde hair, pale lilac eyes, and pale skin. He wore Black Plate armor filigreed with Gold and lined with Rubies. At his side was a Sword with a distinctive Hilt. The Crown atop his head was also very distinctive.
''You have seen my daughter, will the pact be upheld?'' Doran asks.
''It will, just not through Viserys. Viserys has become a liability. Trying to marry Dany off to a Dothraki. The Pact was to be, myself to a Tyrell, Arianne to Viserys, and Daenerys if needed. Viserys is unstable. Which is why I have removed him from succession. He beat her you know, he beat my sister.'' Says The man.
''So how do we fulfill the pact? Does Quentyn or Trystayne wed her? Or do you wed Arianne?'' Asks Doran.
''Would you accept Arianne not being the Queen of Targaryen? I don't see another option and I won't subject Dany to a marriage unnecessarily.'' Asks the man.
"Who were you thinking of?" Asks Doran being Pragmatic rather than offended.
"There are a few options, when The Usurper dies, I can push forward an offer to House Stark offering their daughter a Crown, or I can uphold the Pact with the Tyrell's. Alternatively I can offer Dany to the Stark Heir, but I'm not convinced yet. Either one fulfills the pact, and either one nets us much needed additional support and legitimacy. Your the only problem. It ultimately comes down to you, and even if you say yes there's no guarantee either one would work out, we could end up in a Second Dance of Dragons. But I need this Old Man." The man replies.
"Your mistaken on which Martell is the problem. You think it is up to me? No my prince, that is up to Arianne, and Arianne alone." Says Doran, with a faintly amused tone.
"So be it, summon her." Says the man.
"My daughter is willful, as any man or woman of Dorne is, but she has been known to be a step above the rest in this regard. So don't say I didn't warn you." Says Doran as he motions Areo Hotah to do as bid.
(POV Shift: Arianne Martell)
For days, her father had been hosting a mysterious Guest from Essos. Arianne, being as insatiable with her curiosity as she was with her sexual appetite had tried plenty of times to learn the topic of discussion and the man's identity...with no success. But now, Areo Hotah has come for her. He told her to head to the Tower of The Sun and meet her Father and his Guest. Now she was especially curious. First both her Uncle and Father spent two days getting drunk with this mysterious Essosi, and now her Father - who rarely stays at Sunspear anymore due to his gout - has called for her to meet the mystery man. Things were very interesting now....
Arriving at the door, she watches as Hotah knocks before opening allowing her to enter.
"Father? Why am I here?" Asks Arianne, not bothering with much of any formality.
"Because I asked." The mystery man spoke, standing up. With his back to her, she instantly noticed his Valyrian Hair, which was braided into a single long braid. His Armor was Plate, which was blackened. She watched him carefully as he turned and Arianne felt her cunt grow slick with instant arousal. She suddenly had a realization on the man's identity when she saw the sheathed sword in his hand and the Rubied Crown atop his head.
There could be no mistake, no chance of error and based on the man's age and armor, it only reinforces her reasoning....
Ser Aegor Targaryen, Second Son of Aerys and Rhaella, brother of Prince Rhaegar and long gone from Westeros...until now.
"She knows who I am old friend. But allow me to introduce myself regardless Princess." The Man smiles at her after exchanging an amused glance with her father.
Arianne nods silently.
"I am Aegor, son of Aerys and Rhaella, Brother of Rhaegar, Viserys, and Daenerys. Captain-General of the Golden Company and the rightful King of Westeros. And you....can be one of my Queen's." The now confirmed Targaryen Prince tells her. "Now please, have a seat, we've much to discuss." He adds on at the end. Arianne is so caught in the emotional whirlwind of a Targaryen in Sunspear, indeed Westeros at all, that she almost doesn't notice how his pale lilac eyes wash over her body appreciatively...almost.
(POV Shift: Aegor Targaryen)
Arianne Martell from a distance was beautiful.
Arianne Martell up close was intoxicating.
But Aegor was no virgin, and he knew how to contain his baser instincts, after all, like many Dornish, he kept several Paramours. Bellegere Otherys from Braavos, whom he slept with every time he came to Braavos. Missandei of Naath, his personal translator and bedwarmer. And the Dothraki girl Irri who he took most recently as his bedwarmer after humbling Khal Drogo outside Pentos. Aegor had had to part with his favorite Lysenei bed slave and significant gold, but the girl was worth it. She served Daenerys as a Handmaiden together with Missandei and when they weren't they served him.
In any event, Arianne Martell....
(POV Shift: Daenerys Targaryen)
Daenerys had gone through more in the past month than she could process immediately. Her Brother, Viserys was a prisoner. Her lost elder brother, Aegor had returned and taken her in. But Daenerys was emotionally vulnerable, and thus it shouldn't come as much of a surprise when she came upon her newly returned brother fucking her handmaidens that Daenerys had been incapable of thinking of much of anything else. Viserys had always said their bloodline must be kept pure, and had always assumed she'd wed him when their throne was recovered. But then Aegor came into the picture, and traded Viserys and his whore for the Khal accepting that Viserys had had no right to offer Dany's Maidenhead to the Khal.
Of course, they ended up fighting, but oddly enough the two called it a draw at the end.
Since then, Dany had been dreaming. Dragons at first, but after watching her brother's copulation with her handmaids, her dreams had begun to become more and more erotic. She dreamt of a large Dragon fucking her, but the next night it was her brother, and not Viserys, but Aegor. Daenerys - who had never experienced Sexual Stimulation nor understood the feelings involved - had now idea on how she should feel, act, or go forward. The fact he had gone to Sunspear in Westeros in order to speak with Rhaegar's wife's family about getting himself a Queen, well Dany was lying if she said she didn't feel jealousy on that.
But why would she feel Jealous? She had barely known her new brother a month? If she had fallen in love with him and known him as long as she had known Viserys then it would not be so confusing. Nor would it be so difficult to understand. So why was the idea of another being her brother's King, and the only one legally allowed to fuck him such a problem for her?
Daenerys liked to think her mother - had she survived Daenerys Birth - would have been able to explain these things to her. Especially as she couldn't ask Missandei or Irri as the two were deeply loyal to her Brother, Missandei especially so after what Daenerys learned of their history. Her Brother freed the Summer Islander from servitude after sacking Astapor when the Slaver City refused to honor the contract made to the Golden Company. Though she was unwilling for most of their copulation at the beginning. Missandei by her own admission slowly began to love Aegor. Thus what was essentially Rape, became Consensual after a period of time. When Daenerys asked what made her consent without duress, Missandei, after some coaxing admitted that aside from his Large Cock, her brother was a very considerate lover. He never fucked her and left after he had satisfied his lusts inside, he held himself off until she had been satisfied. The fact that Missandei grew hot and bothered during the recollection had led to the two having a womanly encounter. Which of course had only left Daenerys both even more and confused, and even more distracted.
It wasn't even just the sex that distracted her. When she first laid her eyes on him, she immediately felt hot between her legs, but she felt a desire to be with the man. Except now it was a desire to experience what Missandei and Irri had...with her brother... and even admitting that, it wasn't just about sex. She wanted to know her brother.
Personally, Privately, and Sexually.
Reaching down between her legs, Daenerys feels her swollen womanhood, the light tuft of silver hair above, and the glistening wetness as she remembers it all. If she didn't want to lose her maidenhead to Aegor, she would have sought a man out already........
(POV Shift: Aegor Targaryen)
Sitting alone in his assigned rooms, Aegor penned a letter to Varys. The Spider supplied him with regular updates, the latest one indicating that Jon Arryn's death-induced vacancy on the Small Council was to be filled by Ned Stark.
Now, personally Aegor had precious little hatred for the Rebel Lords and The Usurper.
Sure they killed his kin and exiled them, but at the end of the day what were they supposed to do? Rhaegar had by all accounts kidnapped and raped Lyanna Stark. That was bad enough as she was the only daughter of Lord Rickard. But what made the act even more idiotic was that she was betrothed to Robert Baratheon, their cousin. Starks he could acknowledge that though a bad idea to offend like that, was a far less stupid move than offending their longest and biggest allies in House Baratheon. And of course his father just had to go and unjustly use Wildfire as his champion in a Trial by Combat why using the Myrish Cord Strangulation torture device to force Brandon Stark to kill himself in attempting reach a Sword just out of reach in the attempt to save his father.
Honestly, after all that and the fact Pycelle even sent the Ravens demanding Stannis Baratheon side against his own Brother and Robert and Ned be surrendered by Jon Arryn? Aegor quite frankly had been sorely tempted to join the Rebels.
But in all seriousness the Usurpers blatant happiness that Aegon, Rhaenys, and Elia had also died? That was what made him Aegor's enemy. Aegon he begrudgingly could admit he was able to understand needing to die. But Baratheon would have been smarter to marry Rhaenys to his eldest son and heir. It would have divided the houses still loyal to Aegor's family and decreased what support they would get from Dorne as Doran would never support him or Viserys as it would be tantamount to making Rhaenys and Elia's lives forfeit. Plus they'd have a means of influencing a new and untested dynasty down the line.
But even so, regardless of his personal feelings, Aegor had made a decision. He'd met Varys personally and decide the best course of action. Dany would be sequestered at the Water Gardens. For her own safety while he put everything at risk in order to plant the seeds of war ahead of time. If Varys spoke true and someone was pitting Lion and Wolf against each other, then perhaps it was time that he see for himself.
"Your Grace." His head snapped at that voice and his hand leapt to his dagger, but grasped only air. He felt several pairs of hands on him as something was stuffed into his face and he drew sleepy and drowsy.
Groaning, Aegor attempted to move, but found his arms and legs tied to a bed. He saw himself naked and found his promised Dornish Queen in a cloak before him with two others.
"You risk much doing this to me." He says challengingly.
"I wanted a taste before you left, and I couldn't refuse my cousins when they asked for one as well. But we decided that it would be you who would need to taste and please use before we tasted and pleased you." Says Arianne as the younger of her accomplices approached and began stroking his cock until it was fully erect.
"He's so big Ari! Biggest I've seen! I don't think it will fit him, and if it does it might just break under stress." The girl says.
"Do it any way Tye." Arianne instructs her. He feels something cold and metallic slide down his rigid cock, which turns out to be a metal Ring when he looks over his chest as best he can.
"The first taste is free and clear, but after that, guess. You guess correctly and you get a prize. Guess wrongly and we do." Says the elder accomplice as she, Arianne, and the girl called Tye drop their cloaks to reveal their own nakedness.
"I'm first." Arianne decides as she climbs atop him and lowers her glistening and bushy cunt onto his face.
Deciding to entertain them for now, Aegor dives right on in..........