We'll see if this fanfic survives past this chapter. If you are a sensitive snowflake lurking around, let me greet you, lady, with a smiling f-k y. and good reading đ. The times are all over the place, so if you don't understand, good, it is intended. Go and take a look at the timeline and characters from the TV show to know where we are. If we are good to go, this will continue; if not, see you in Vikings, as I will not adapt the plot of this shit for snowflakes that are butthurt with fictitious stories.
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The Grand Maestre Mellon wrote to the Citadel, his letters frantic: "The boy walks. He walks. Two moons old, and he stands like a man. Given the special nature surrounding his birth and his mother's dragon markings, this advanced and precocious development can only be attributed to the blessings of the Gods, as this goes outside of mortal understanding."
"There is no reasonable explanation that can be used to decipher the mysteries that are hidden in such a little baby known as 'Rhaegon', nor the meaning of the marks in his mother's body."
Rhaegon's first steps were taken in the Red Keep's godswood as the princess and he were having an afternoon rest. Rhaenyra loudly cries, attracting the servants and the guards of the surrounding as everyone marveled at the little thing walking erect without a problem. Before his first nameday, he was already sprinting, his laughter ringing through the halls like silver bells. The smallfolk spread the rumors that he had been born walking out of the womb of his mother. That he was a dragon and not a man. That the Gods were residing in his body. That a forest spirit possessed him. There was no end to what the ignorant smallfolk could and would invent and spread to make small chat about the crown and its members.
There were rumors also that his first word was not "mother" or "milk," but "dracarys," spat at a kitchen cat that had hissed at him. The creature burst into flames as the prince-dragon set it ablaze, and the cooks fainted.
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Even if most of the rumors were nonsense, some truth was in so many of the tales surrounding the new young prince.
Months before, Syrax had been restless for weeks, her great wings beating against the walls of the Dragonpit as if sensing the storm to come. On the seventh day of the second moon, Rhaenyra found her son missing from his cradle. She followed the screams of her servants to find him beside the fireplace of her bedchambers. Rhaegonâbarely a year oldâstood unflinching before his cradle dragon egg, his small hands pressed against the black-and-red shell. The heat rolling off it should have blistered his skin, but it did not. Instead, he grinned happily, his little finger bleeding slightly as he smeared the egg with his blood.
A moment later, the egg cracked.
What emerged was no hatchling the size of a pigeon, but a dragon already the size of a hound, her scales the deep crimson of fresh-spilled blood, her eyes gold as summer honey. She hissed, smoke curling from her nostrils, and butted her head against Rhaegon's chest.
"Mine," he declared. "This is my dragon, Alexstrasza."
He observed with love the bright red color of her scales and golden eyes and decided to name her Alexstrasza, after the Life-Binder, Aspect of the red dragonflight, the guardian of all life in the world of Azeroth. Rhaegon hoped his Alexstrasza would be as mighty as the she-dragon and the Black Dread himself.
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A couple of years passed, and he was sparring with wooden swords against squires thrice his ageâand winning. By the next couple, he had left a bloodied Criston Cole in a training yard duel. The Kingsguard knight, humiliated, swore to never cross blades with the boy again.
"This fight was done before it started," Ser Harwin Strong laughed as he nudged his brother Larys. "Cole didn't stand a chance against him, nor could I. That is a little dragon in man's skin; if it wasn't that we are seeing him do these feats, nobody would believe it."
"This boy hasn't been normal since birth," Larys nodded with gritted teeth, not having other choice but to accept what was happening before his eyes, watching as Rhaegon disarmed a grown knight with just clashing with pure force till the other could no longer hold his sword in his hand. "And he only kept becoming weirder as he grew. He will become a monster in combat in a couple of years more."
'But..if he can bleed...he can still be killed...' His eyes shone.
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The boy's bedtime sleep growing up was legendary tooâat least to himâas he always slept nestled in his mother's plump white breasts, drinking her milk until she could give him no more, and even if there was no more milk, he still continued to suckle as he desired, as his mother consented him. Rhaenyra would hold him, obsessed with her son, cradling him to her chest and chanting soft tunes of Targaryen glory.
Alicent Hightower grew weary of the boy as time went by and began dosing her eldest son, Aegon's milk with lion's mane mushroom ("To sharpen his mind"), though the maestres noted no improvement in the princeâhe only became more dissolute with the maids.
Lord Corlys Velaryon, impressed with Rhaegon's growth and feats since birth, demanded Laenor "sire another child immediately," not three moons after Rhaenyra recovered from childbirth, though the man's response to his father was protests ("I cannotâ" "You will.") that echoed through his letters sent to High Tide.
After having Rhaegon, Rhaenyra's marriage was constantly questioned by her adversaries and political enemies, who were against a woman ruling the realm and who criticized her for not having more children since her firstborn. The pressure was crushing for both her and Laenor, as it called into question their intimate life, putting the truth about Rhaegon's birth under even more scrutiny. A reality that only got worse because Alicent kept poking with her ridiculous remarks about them as she grew weary of Rhaegonânever hiding her jabs from the public, not that it would've helped if she'd done it in private. Laenor's tastes were an open secret to anyone who cared to know, and certainly to all the relevant people of the realm.
Having no choice but to bow to the pressure from his father, Laenor tried to bed his wifeâunsuccessfullyâsince he had no response in his groin at the sight of Rhaenyra. Nor did she have any desire for him, or for any man, for that matter. She found herself lacking the desire to bed any man she'd once found pleasing before having her son. At first, she didn't notice this change in herself, but as time went on, her body could only find excitement and release in the embrace of her son. She knew that something had changed in her after birthing him and having these dragon marks in her body...a deep connection and bond with her son, Rhaegon. Still, she loved it.
But the pressure and expectations were a constant nuisance in their lives, so she did what she had to do. Not wanting her son to know of these things, she dosed him to sleep and took the chance to do the deed herself.
In the following months, a confirmed pregnancy of the princess was announced throughout the realm, with everyone congratulating her and Laenor, wishing them a new splendid dragon in their family like Rhaegon. The truth of this birth was known only to Laenor and Rhaenyra. Laenor could raise his chin proudly without fear before the public with this new child of Rhaenyra's, feeling smug about it, as he'd already predicted the child would be a blessed geniusâjust like their firstborn, Rhaegon. Corlys and Rhaenys were beaming with happiness when Laenor sent them a proud letter, boasting that he'd finally done the deed because he didn't want to fail the familyâa child with the Velaryon name had to be born.
The child born was a girl, Alyssa Velaryonâa name that carried weight for three great houses of the realm. This little girl became the new delight of the realm, just as her mother was. But the story didn't end there. The following springs, Rhaenyra continued siring children, bringing into the world Corwyn Velaryon, and after him, Baelon Velaryon.
The tales surrounding the princes and the princess spread like wildfire among the smallfolk, with versions and stories warping from mouth to mouth. But one thing was clear: none could approach the almost divine feats of their eldest brother, Rhaegon Targaryen. Even so, they too grew up following in Rhaegon's footstepsâfar from simple, common children.
The focus of the people was more on what everyone saw coming when Rhaegon stood taller than Aegon, despite being a couple of years younger than him, even one spring less than Helaena. Rhaegon's body was tall, lean, and corded with muscle, his face a perfect blend of Rhaenyra's haughtiness and Daemon's cruelty, one that spurred the craziness and love of the females who rested their eyes on him, desiring and admiring his looks. And when he looked at the Iron Throne, his purple eyes burned, and his dismissiveness toward Alicent's looks and attitude grew stronger as he likened her to a cute jumping clown.
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â At some point during the time lapse â
The bedchamber of the princess was a temple of lithe fog, steam clouding the air and cloaking the sinful sight within. Rhaenyra reclined in the wooden tub, her milky, pristine skin gleaming with the finest oils the realm could offer. The water rippled softly as she played, relaxing her muscles in the warmth. As she entertained herself, the door opened, the hinges groaning like a dying man.
Rhaegon entered, and Rhaenyra blossomed like a chrysanthemum at the sight of her beloved child. He was still growing, but his body was that of a manâbroad shoulders tapering to a waist lean with muscle, his cock already thick and heavy between his thighs. The sight made her bite her lip in need and desire every time she rested her eyes on it. The room's moist heat flushed his skin, and his purple eyes, so like hers, flicked to her breasts where they broke the water's surface.
"Close the door, my dragon," she purred seductively.
He obeyed with a smile at his mother's words. The latch clicked like a cocking crossbow.
"You've been with those young noble girls again," she teased, trailing a finger along the tub's rim. The water lapped at her nipples, the peaks tight with anticipation. "I can smell their cheap perfume on you."
Rhaegon rolled his eyes. "I don't want them. You know who I desire." He looked at her plump, curvaceous body with a predatory gaze, wanting to ravish it. "But it's difficult to push them away as they throw themselves at me without my needing to do anything, Mother."
"I can't be rude to their houses."
Her laugh was dark honey. "Oh, I know, my dear boy. You want what you've always had." She parted her plump white thighs beneath the water, the movement sending ripples over her mound as she gave a show to him. She was delighted and enjoyed seeing her son looking at her like a beast wanting to wantonly fuck her without end. 'If only you knew, my beloved son. That you had enjoyed your mother's body already countless times while sleeping.' She bit her lip harder as her desire spurred without end, her body heating and her face flushing. 'That your beloved little sister and little brothers are actually your children...what would be your face then, my love?' Rhaenyra shuddered as she had a little orgasm just thinking these things. Not wanting to continue making love with her beloved while he was oblivious, she called for him.
"Undress yourself and come. Let your mother teach you how a Targaryen takes a woman he desires."
Rhaegon's eyes opened wide and trembled at her wordsâit seemed he would finally be able to have his mother. He had grown resentful of her as she got pregnant with a child after he was born, wanting to tear apart Harwin Strong, even if the man was quite loyal to her, as he was the only possibility of being the one to impregnate her, that he knew of at least.
But to his confusion, Rhaenyra was never close to any man in an intimate way, and her treatment of Harwin was that of a subordinate, dismissing him even if the man so much as looked at her wrong, just like any other man who lusted after her.
So he started thinking that maybe it was Laenor who had done the deed somehow, which he found hilarious, as the man was supposedly of different tastes. Yet, it seemed to be the reality, because when the pregnancy was announced, Laenor always had his head held high, as if he had done some great deed.
Rhaegon could only eat his anger in silence, as he couldn't do anything to Laenorâhis supposed fatherâwho was a protective charm for Rhaenyra that needed to stay alive.
Laenor truly was a man who loved other men and had no desire for Rhaenyra, so Rhaegon closed one eye to the idea that Laenor had only been with his beloved mother for a single night to do his duty and be done with it. The man was always friendly and enthusiastic with him, treating him like a son.
The child born was a precious little girl with pure Valyrian features, which only made Rhaegon reaffirm that Laenor was the one. So he let the matter rest. And in the following springs, two boys of similar features followed.
He was quite depressed as she bore child after child, but she never stopped having him as the center of her world, even paying less attention to his little brothers just to be with him or his little sister.
Now his chance has come to enjoy his beloved mother's body. In no time, he was as naked as the day he was born and walked expectantly toward what he always wanted. He entered the tub, the warm water splashing around him, his breath coming faster as he stood face-to-face with his beloved mother. Rhaenyra cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing his lower lip. "Have you ever kissed a woman, Rhaegon?"
A shake of his head.
"Then let me be your first."
Their lips metâsoft at first, then hungry. His taste was like fire and wine, his tongue clumsy but eager as it slid against hers. She moaned into his mouth, losing herself in her boy's passion. It wasn't the same as doing it with him while he was sleeping. As her heat rose, her hands slid down to grip his cock. He was already rock hard, the length of him hot and heavy in her palm. 'He is so hard, like always. So vigorous for his mommy to enjoy herself.'
"Hnn~~âŠ" She stroked him, her thumb swirling over the slick crown. "Such a big boy~~. Just like your father~."
He groaned, his hips jerking into her touch. "Motherâ"
"Shhh~." She guided his mouth lower, to her breast. "Suck as you always do, my love~~. Like you're starving~."
He obeyed, his teeth grazing her nipple before he took it between his lips, his tongue flicking the sensitive peak. She arched, moaning like a cat, the soft, sinful noise scratching at his hearing. Her free hand tangled in his silver-gold hair. "Good, I love it~~!. Now the other~."
He switched, lavishing attention on her left breast, its softness spilling from his fingers as he caressed it with delight, while Rhaenyra's fingers worked his cock faster. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and she smeared it over his crown, her touch growing rougher. "You're going to learn every way to please a woman, my dragon~. And you'll start with me~~."
She pushed him back, rising from the tub in a cascade of water. His eyes raked over herâher full breasts already marked with soft red spots from his mouth, the light silver-gold patch of smooth hair between her delicious thighs, her little pink snatch⊠the way her hips swayed as she stepped onto the pelts beside the wooden tub.
"On your back," she ordered, pointing at the pelts at her feet.
Rhaegon stood with the biggest hard-on of his life, stepped out of the tub, and lay down, his cock jutting upward, the head already weeping. She panted with excitement as she straddled his face, lowering herself until her cunt hovered over his mouth. "Lick me, my love. Let's see how your slippery tongue works on my pussy, son~~."
The first touch of his tongue was hesitant, but she ground down against his mouth, her juices coating his lips. "Ohhhh~....Hnnng~!...Deeper, baby~~," she moaned with closed eyes, enjoying herself, and he obeyed, his tongue spearing into her as she rode his face.
"Aahh~~⊠Mmh~~⊠Rhaegon~~⊠Ahâ!" She gasped, her nails pinching her own nipples as the pleasure escalated. "Just like that~~. Yes, my sweet dragon, eat me~~."
His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her down harder, his tongue working frantically. She came with a cry, her thighs trembling, her juices spilling like a lake, dripping down the corners of his chin as he struggled to drink it all.
"It's so sweet, Mom. I love your juices."
Before he could catch his breath, she flipped around, taking his cock into her mouth. He groaned, his hips bucking up involuntarily as she took him to the root, her throat opening for him. "Motherâfuckâ" he couldn't form complete words from the pleasure coursing through him.
She pulled off with a wet plop. "You like that~?" She licked her lips, her hand wrapping around his base. "You like your mother's mouth on your cock~~?"
"Yesâ" His voice was a growl.
"Good." She smiled, satisfied with his answer, as she, with loving and obsessed eyes while looking at his, crawled up his body, her cunt dripping onto his stomach. "Because now you're going to learn what it feels like to be inside a woman~."
"Inside your mom, my loveee~~AAAHN~~!," She gasped loudly as she sank onto him in one smooth motion, his big size taking her breath away, but she loved feeling him all the way inside her, as it deliciously pushed her cervix, wanting to get inside her womb.
"Ahhâ!" His back arched, his hands flying to her curvy hips. She was so tight, so hot, her walls clenching around him like a fist.
"Ha~...Look at me, my love~," she moaned, her voice high-pitched. When his violet eyes met hers, she began to ride himâslow at first, then harder, her big breasts bouncing like innocent white rabbits with each slap of skin. "MN~!...You're mine, Rhaegon~~. Say it~~."
"Yoursâ" He gasped, his cock swelling inside her. "Only yours, Mother."
"Again~." She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "Say it like you mean it~~."
"I'm yours!" His hands gripped her ass, pulling her down as he thrust up, his cock hitting something deep inside her as it parted, giving way for him to enter a space that sucked his cock like a mouth that made him and her see stars, stealing the breath from her lungs.
"Aaahmmm~~.....Yessss~~â! Right there, my dragon~~, fuck me, take your mother~~â" She was close again, her cunt fluttering around him in a tight grip. "Make your mother yours~~Ah~...."
"HN...UUHN!....Make me cum from your splendid cock~~."
He obeyed, his hips pistoning upward as she rode him, her cries filling the chamber, her head arched backward, eyes rolled back. When she came, it was with a loud scream that must have been heard in the hallway, her juices soaking his cock, her walls milking him for dear life in a strong and pleasant grip.
"Motherâ! I'mâ!"
"I-Inside~~!!!..Hnm~...Inside me!" she panted with an obsessive tone. "Give it to me~~. Fill me, my loveee~~."
Rhaegon couldn't resist such sweet, eager words from his mother. With a roar, he came, his hot seed flooding her womb in thick, sticky pulses, like a hose out of control, filling every space of her waiting, fertile womb. She collapsed onto his chest, their bodies slick with sweat, pleasure coursing through them.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing.
Then, softly, she kissed his temple and then his lips. "Now you know what it means to be a man~."
His arms tightened around her. "I want to do it again."
She smiled against his skin. "Oh, my dragon~âŠ" She rolled her hips, his cock still hard inside her. "We're only just beginning~~."