A Rogue Dragon's Flight Chapter 2 (ASOIAF Daemon Tragryen SI) (Patreon)

The Results of innovation or how agriculture makes everything better.

                                                      Daemon’s Steps

                                                 By Archmaester Elizer

Many things can be said about Daemon Targaryen, about his prowess with the blade, about his dragon and his many inventions but one that is often overlooked in favor of more immediate or flashy creations are the aforementioned ‘Daemon’s Steps’ farming terraces built into the mountains of the Vale that revolutionized the way people farmed in the most mountainous of the Seven Kingdoms.

It is common knowledge that to farm one needs a flat surface and a decently warm environment, something that the Vale had though not in abundance, and many houses had to use their coin to buy a surplus of food from other kingdoms. Once Daemon married Rhea Royce he began to experiment with ways to make farming possible in the mountains around Runestone. The reason why has been heavily debated by many, some say that Daemon did it just to see if he could, others say that he was moved by the plight of the smallfolk that lived on his wife’s lands and many more say that Daemon built them because he was a man looking towards the future.

Whatever the reason, Daemon spent most of 97 AC building prototypes of his new farming practice, luckily for many his last prototype before the complete farm was not destroyed and many maester and other types of learned men have studied its design.

The terraces are built first by digging a square hole then stones as big as a man’s fist must be poured in along with dirt, then the next layer consists of smaller rocks and sand and to finish it there must be a rock wall that is at least three times bigger than a man on both faces of the wall, this process is repeated as many times as is needed to form lands for farming. The lower layers help in capturing water and retaining moisture from the rain while the stones absorb heat that is slowly released into the soil at night keeping the crops alive and protected from the cold winds that come down from the mountains.

Thanks to this invention, which for many years was kept a secret by house Royce, the kingdom of the Vale that was once forced to buy food to feed itself became self-reliant and the money that was saved thanks to it was used to better other parts of the infrastructure of the Vale and more prominently house Royce.

The first successful harvest was produced just a year after Daemon started to build his porotypes and gained the man who had only lived seven and ten summers much-needed renown.

Excerpt from Targaryen Innovations Through History

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Rhea Royce

“Yes~ more Daemon more” Rhea’s face was buried in her bed while her cunt was being ravaged by Daemon’s cock, her ass made clapping sounds as her cheeks met his hips. Rhea raised her head and looked to the mirror that the prince had asked to be brought to their chambers.

In it, she saw her reddened face and marveled at the whorish look she now sported, her hair was wild, her eyes were rolling back into her head, and despite her best efforts a line of drool was escaping the corner of her mouth as she bit her lip.

A slap on her ass brought her back to reality and along with it came a mewl of pleasure that Rhea was sure could be heard all over the castle but she didn’t care, this way those women who desired to lead her husband astray would know that she spent every available moment servicing her husband with her cunt, Rhea clenched hard on Daemon’s invading member and was rewarded with another slap to her ass.

“Keep yourself tight” Rhea once more did her best to stop the cock that was penetrating her from living and was rewarded with a grunt of pleasure from her husband “Yes just like that, you’re my perfect bronze bitch!”

His savage thrusts continued making her squeal as he hit all the sensitive spots inside her poor abused cunny.

It was only thanks to her stubbornness that Rhea was able to adapt to the thick, long cock inside of her pussy—even her riding lessons hadn’t prepared her for the rides Daemon was taking her in. She was sure that if she were a lesser woman, she would have long surrendered herself to pleasure and would spend her days locked inside the room waiting for her husband to ravage her.

Rhea’s pussy felt like it was gushing around Daemon’s cock; her body couldn’t help but respond like that. Her pussy was being molded by Daemon’s cock as he filled her up over and over again. It was as if every day he felt the need to claim her, to make her his, and Rhea was more than happy to go along with it.

Rhea had heard from other ladies that sex with a husband was something one did in order to gain something else. It was a rare thing that any man could bring a woman to completion to give the satisfaction that every woman so desperately craved. Rhea pitied those women as their husbands and lovers all paled in comparison to the ecstasy Daemon was capable of bringing to her he sated his lust on her.

“Ugh!” Rhea moaned in pure bliss into the bed sheet as Daemon pounded away. His hands were kneading her ass cheeks as he rammed his cock inside of her. By the Seven! Rhea felt one of Daemon’s fingers prod her shithole and she almost came. Rhea raised her ass just the slightest amount, helping Daemon to force his cock as deep as it could go inside of her.

“You feel so good,” Daemon moaned. He gave her ass a hard smack, one that Rhea was sure was going to leave a red mark, and she squealed in delight. Rhea was being turned into a pool of putty beneath him, and she couldn’t be any happier. “I’m getting close.”

No! Rhea’s eyes shot open. She didn’t want this to end! Unfortunately, her body refused to listen. Her pussy kept contracting around the cock that was pounding her insides, trying to push it to the point of no return. She didn’t have the willpower to stop her body from doing what it could to make Daemon finish inside of her.

As Daemon’s cock pulsed inside of her, Rhea felt her own walls start to flutter in time with him. She was going to have an orgasm, and from the incredible heat building up around her pussy, Rhea knew that it was going to be the most powerful one of her life.

“Almost . . .” Daemon groaned slowly. His hips were moving back and forth so quickly now that Rhea simply lost all control. Her body went slack on the bed as Daemon’s massive cock fucked her into a stupor. Her mouth hung open and a thin line of drool was spilling out onto the bedsheets.

“I’m-” Daemon never finished the sentence as he let out a guttural groan as his orgasm hit. Rhea was unable to muffle her voice as she cried out too, screeching in delight as her pussy spasmed as she came.

It was like a torrent suddenly filled her. Rhea felt scarcely aware of anything other than the incapacitating levels of pleasure that were pounding through her entire body, but she did feel it when Daemon came inside of her. Her pussy constricted tightly around his cock just as the first spurt of his seed was set to leave his shaft, and that made it travel all the faster deep into her pussy. Then the next one came, and then the next, and it kept going on as Rhea’s body helped Daemon to spill as much of his seed inside of her as possible.

As Rhea cried out in pleasure again, she felt a strange turn in her stomach. At first, she thought it was just her body being so overwhelmed that it was making her sick but she soon found out otherwise as a clear line of liquid was squirted onto the bed.

“I love it when you do that” Rhea turned and stared deeply into the purple amethyst eyes of her husband “the servant girls always make the most amusing expressions when they have to clean our sheets”

That dammed smile on his face was making her heart flutter but the words made her punch his arm, she failed as her body lacked any strength to move but the way his hand caught hers and the kiss he placed on her knuckles did make Rhea feel better.

“Don’t talk about other women in my presence!” Rhea let out a ‘hmm’ as she turned her face away from his.

“Is my bronze bitch jealous~” the teasing tone and his absolutely embarrassing nickname for her almost made her turn around and give him a piece of her mind.

Daemon softly bit her neck drawing out another moan from Rhea along with a whimper as she felt Deamon’s ‘dragon’ rise once more “don’t worry you’re the only woman who gets me this excited”

Rhea couldn’t deny him anything when he talked so sweetly to her. So she pushed herself against him and moaned when she felt his cock sheath itself on her cunt.

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Daemon Targaryen

“You sure took your sweet time fucking my niece” Gunthor Royce called out as I rejoined the feast in my honor.

“I never leave a woman unsatisfied” was my simple answer and the correct one as the man aptly called the ‘Bronze Giant’ started laughing.

“So I’ve heard as well as the rest of the castle, I can wait for my brother’s return I would pay you a hundred dragons just to see his face after he hears how you treat his daughter”

Despite the party going around us we had a lot of privacy, most people were already drunk and those that weren’t were finding their own little corners to do their dirty business. I would forever be grateful for that hideously terrible teacher of mine that made me write that report on the Inca Empire five times. The terraces I built solved one of the most recurring problems of the Vale and already the effects of a self-sufficient Runestone could be felt.

With more coin to wave around the people were guarded better and the mountain clans were being decimated all across the lands governed by Yorbert Royce, without the food shipments from the other kingdoms that the savages usually stole more and more clansmen were dying of hunger, and despite their attacks becoming more fierce in their desperation a starved man can do little in the face of armor.

Soon the giant and me would mount an expedition to the places were the rest of the clans lived, I had the idea of going after them and the plan all hinged on a simple fact, all men needed water and there were only a few places around us with enough water for the mountain clans, the savages usually avoided being hunted down because their nomadic style of traveling was unpredictable but without the stolen food they would need to hunt and there was only a source of water with enough wild game to feed them and just in case we were wrong Willam would lead a separate group to the other places.

The farming and my daring plan to deal with the mountain clans had garnered me a lot of favor both with the noble houses and the smallfolk, I had even started my plan to be called the ‘dragon knight’ sadly I was still having some trouble with the horses here. I could ride just fine but for some reason, the dammed animals always got spooked if they didn’t see me coming.

“Once you have a granddaughter your tune will change” I wagged a finger at him as his smile disappeared.

“Willam will have only boys!” Gunthor roared out and it was then that I realized that he was also very drunk.

“Besides” he grumbled “I don’t think he will be giving me grandchildren with the way he talks about you, all day all I hear is ‘Daemon this’ ‘Daemon that’ bah! If I hadn’t caught him sneaking to a whorehouse I would have smacked his head around to see if that set him straight”

I snorted at the simplistic thought of the man before I grabbed a tankard from one of the tables and passed it to him. I had also noticed the attention Willam was giving me and perhaps it was my vanity speaking but I was preparing to reject him as gently as I could but it looked like that won’t be necessary, it was a huge relief if I was being honest, I had nothing against gay people and would have not judged Willam for it but it sure would have made sparring with him awkward.

“Speaking of Willam do you think we should give him more men, two hundred riders is not exactly a lot”

“It will have to be enough with us taking three hundred each the castle will be left without much protection, your ‘militia’ is not the most reliable even if they did help in the last attack and even if Willam dies fighting that is better than risking the clans attacking Runestone and taking anyone or anything important” there was something dark in Gunthor’s eyes that made me shiver “in two days there will be no more mountain clans around us, the scourge of the Vale will be reduced and it will be us descendants of the old rulers of this land that do it”

“…You know that the mountain clans can be said to be your cousins in some ways, right?” perhaps not the wisest words I could say but I was curious about his response.

Gunthor looked me in the eye before spitting to the side “Those whoresons stopped being family the day they first took an innocent maiden from our lands, mark my words Daemon, by the next moon they will be no more even if I have to kill the children myself”

Gunthor turned around and left to look for more wine, leaving me to contemplate his words, was I truly ready to face death again? Was I ready to take a life? I had trained myself for it and the part of me that was Daemon couldn’t care less but I wasn’t Daemon anymore, not completely.

Somedays I wished I could just work in the infrastructure of the lands, building things was very fun but if things kept going as I remembered then it was best for me if I did more than just play with rocks. It was better to be a warrior in a library than a librarian in a war after all.

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Author note: So this was a bit of a time skip since the last chapter was set on 97 Ac and this one at the beginning of 98 ac, Daemon keeps making changes even as he enjoys himself with Rhea. the SI pretty much spent a year working on the farms and for those that want a more in-depth look at what they are, i leave a picture attached to this.

I was trying to imitate the style of other fics like the Bronze Dragon and A New Dragon both fics that can be found in Alternate history forum. if you want me to post a link leave a comment, i warn you though that to see them you need an account, it's free but i know its a pain for some people.