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Chapter 2 – Returning to their Roots

For a month, Prince Maegor Targaryen had been tortured by dragon dreams. Every night, he was transported to the mythical city of Old Valyria. In his dreams, he would soar through the air astride a gorgeous dragon, feeling the breeze against his face as he gazed at the city's ancient spires and decaying citadels. The dreams were vivid, to the point where he could almost smell smoke and sulphur in the air and hear the distant whispers of long-dead Valyrian voices.

The visions drew him in with their magnetic charm, promising mysteries and power concealed within the ruins. The dreams spoke of unrealized potential and a legacy that needed to be regained. With each passing night, the need grew greater, chewing at Maegor's conscience until he could no longer resist its pull. Maegor took his decision one fateful night, under the cover of darkness. He would follow the call of his dreams and travel to Old Valyria in search of the truth that lay there. He chose not to tell his family about his plans until he arrived at his goal, despite the hazards. Instead, he wrote a letter, meticulously crafting each word, and sealed it with the Targaryen symbol. Maegor professed his affection for his parents, King Rhaegar and Queen Lyanna and Elia, as well as his siblings, in the letter. He told them that he was motivated to follow his dreams and that he believed in their significance. He wrote of his confidence that the ancient city held answers, information that may change his destiny and House Targaryen's future. Despite his abrupt departure, he pledged to return soon, his heart full of hope and eagerness. Maegor sneaked away from the Red Keep after sending the message, avoiding the guards' watchful gaze. His journey took him to the docks, where his own ship, emblazoned with the Targaryen dragon symbol, awaited him. The ship was a sleek and quick galley crewed by faithful men loyal to him and him alone, whose family had served his for generations. They had no idea why they were on this journey, but their devotion to the royal family compelled them to follow their prince's perplexing directions. Under the cover of darkness, the ship set sail, its prow cutting through the calm waters of Blackwater Bay. The moonlight glimmered upon the sea, casting an ethereal glow upon Maegor's face as he stood at the helm, gazing back at the receding shores of King's Landing. The city lights twinkled like distant stars, a reminder of the life he had left behind, if only for a while. Maegor's heart raced with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. The wind whispered through his tousled silver hair, carrying the scent of salt and adventure. The sails billowed as the ship gained momentum, carrying him further away from the familiar and into the unknown. With each passing nautical mile, his resolve hardened. The dreams had guided him thus far, and he believed they would continue to light his path.

Retiring to his chambers on board as the ship sailed on, Maegor entered a modest chamber filled with maps and charts of the known world. He poured through them, tracing the ancient trade routes that once linked Westeros to the eastern countries, looking for hints and clues that could lead him through the unknown waters to Old Valyria. The maps were out of date and incomplete, relics of a time when Valyria was still lofty and great. They did, however, give him a taste of what he was in for: a frightening sea of ash and ruin, a realm where dragons once ruled and the tradition of House Targaryen had its roots. Lost in his thoughts, Maegor was suddenly startled by the soft click of the cabin door behind him. He turned, expecting to see one of his crew members entering, only to find his aunt, Daenerys standing there, her presence a surprising yet comforting sight. Her violet eyes shone with concern, mirroring the unease he felt within his own heart.

"Daenerys," Maegor gasped, a mix of astonishment colouring his voice. "What are you doing here?" Daenerys stepped forward, her steps confident and purposeful. "I saw you sneaking out, Maegor," she declared, determination evident in her voice. "I have seen your mind occupied with something and I planned on confronting you about it today. Only to be led here. Whatever it is, I won't let you face it alone. So, tell me what is going on?"

Maegor felt a surge of gratitude and love for her. He closed the cabin door behind them, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "It's extremely dangerous and reckless what you did, but I'm glad you're here, Daenerys," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of relief and gratitude. He filled her in on the details of his dreams. How they had completely taken over his nights.

After hearing him out, Daenerys simply hugged him tighter and whispered to him, "Together, we'll unravel the mysteries of Valyria, for we are the blood of the dragon."

A soft smile graced his lips, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Yes, together," he affirmed, her voice steady. "We shall face whatever lies ahead, Daenerys. Side by side, as true Targaryens." With their shared resolve and newfound unity, the two Targaryens continued their journey, sailing ever closer to the fabled ruins of Old Valyria. Their quest for answers had only just begun, and they would face challenges that tested their mettle, but they would face them together, drawing strength from their shared bloodline and the bond forged between them. The legacy of House Targaryen awaited their arrival, and the truth of their dreams would soon be revealed amidst the ashes of the past.

As the two stopped embracing, Daenerys looked at him with a coy smile, "You are a little disappointed it’s me here and not Arianne, aren’t you? After all, with her here at least your bed wouldn't be cold."

Maegor simply smirked at her before dragging his hand towards her face, cupping her cheek as his fingers glided across her rosy lips. "And what makes you think my bed would remain cold, especially when I have you here? We are Targaryens after all. And we do as we please."

"Maegor?!" she whispered, flushed with embarrassment. Though she would be lying if she said it did not fill her with arousal. She liked men who were assertive. Granted she had not felt the touch of a man yet, but she had pleasured herself quite a few times. But none of it could compare to the way her cunt moistened as her nephew seduced her.

Her nephew smirked and held her chin. “I want to fuck you… how could I not wish that? You’re a breathtaking woman… but that’s not the only thing I want, I want your love, all to myself. And once a woman is mine, she will remain mine,” Maegor's irresistible voice sounded out, his eyes fixed on hers.

Under his dragonish gaze, the princess gulped. She'd had her sights on her nephew for quite some time. After all, he had a tendency of training in the training yard with his chest uncovered. The ladies of the court had secured seats to see him and admire his figure. Of course, she was one of them. Maegor just outright stated that he wishes to fuck her. Was he like this with every lady he wanted to sleep with? With his comments, she could feel her face going hot. Daenerys shuddered as she felt his touch on her flesh and said, "Kiss me." The whisper escaped her lips; she didn't realise the words were leaving her mouth until they did.

Maegor licked his lips and leaned in, his lips softer than Rhaneys’ (they had experimented previously, as they were not allowed to touch men), she loathed comparing them, but her mind did it instinctively. Daenerys allowed his tongue to enter her mouth and meet hers, and they kissed passionately. He was a fantastic kisser, and she could tell he had a lot of practise based on how easily he dominated her mouth. Surprisingly, she felt a stab of envy. Daenerys hummed as she rubbed her tongue across his and felt his palm on the back of her head.

The kiss was broken about a minute later, his lips swollen much like hers. He gave her a small peck once more and rose up, her gaze following him. "Take your dress off." He stated, making her feel shivers on her skin since it felt more than a simple statement. It was a command. Standing up, Daenerys mindlessly obeyed him, her gown falling and exposing her naked body to his lustful stare. But while she had done that, her nephew had relived himself of his clothing too. Exposing Daenerys to his chiselled body. A body that made her flooded her valley.

'Gods, he looks so powerful; his chest and abs appear to have been carved by the Warrior himself, and his arms could shatter stones, and he's huge down there!' Daenerys exclaimed in her mind.

Her thoughts were stopped as she felt his hand wrap around her neck; she was afraid, then puzzled, and then she realised he wasn't being forceful with her; he was simply holding her. Maegor groaned as he drew her against him. "Are you certain of this, Daenerys? There's no turning back after this," he said, staring down at her with a questioning look.

“Take me, my prince. Please,” she said, making the most innocent doe eyes at him ever, a naughty smirk adorning her face.

And with that all hesitation left the room, he covered the gap between them and drew her onto him with a greedy grip at her ass, which moulded itself to the form of his hand. Her stomach pressed against his rock-hard manhood as she gazed into his eyes with primal excitement and a gasp at the unexpected hold. His lips descended onto her immediately.

As Maegor gripped her ass with both hands and began mauling her ass cheeks, she grinded her body into his pulsing manhood, feeling it pounding against her stomach. As she inhaled her nephew's strong aroma, her hands trailed all over his muscled physique. It was a stench that drove her insane.

Maegor wasn’t surprised when his aunt aggressively returned his kiss and mashed her tits directly into him while her hands roamed his body. She was a dragoness after all. The passion was to be expected.

Breaking their liplock, Maegor was greeted to the view of a flushed Daenerys, panting in arousal as a small whine escaped her involuntarily. Why did he pull back?

He smiled and kissed her once again, this time shortly. A command followed soon after, "Get on the bed, hang your face of the edge for me." He emphasized his orders with a particularly strong spank on her ass, watching as it jiggled enticingly while his aunt yelped in embarrassment and surprised.

She turned around, breathing heavily and feeling her face become hot. She was never one to take orders. She was one of the more outspoken Targaryens. Not when it came to her mother Rhaella, her brother Viserys, or even the King himself, her eldest brother. She had no idea why she was blindly obeying Maegor's commands and submitting to him like a Flea Bottom whore. Every time he gave her an instruction, her heart skipped a beat and her skin burned.

When his hand collided with her thick butt, the princess exclaimed. Sucking her lip, Daenerys looked back at him and saw a cocky look on his face. He drew her back into his chest, his cock wedged perfectly between her ass cheeks, before she could complain. She matched it like she was created for his depravity. A hand on her tits made her gasp while his lips found her neck, even as she began to grind against him. He knew exactly how to set her off. Maegor groaned as she was engrossed in the bliss her nephew bestowed upon her, "This big ass...  I'll fuck it afterwards. Do you get it?" Dany clamped her eyes shut and throbbed; she'd never done anything like this before, and she was skeptical that he would even fit inside. And, much to her chagrin, she found herself once again obeying him. "I understand." She replied demurely.

Biting her neck at her reply, making her moan, Maegor let go of her before saying, “Good girl. Now, get in position.”

Another order she obeyed instantly. Moments later, Daenerys found herself on the bed, her head hanging off the edge of it. Maegor strutted forward and rested his thick, veiny shaft directly above her face. A sight that captivated Daenerys. “Go on. Let’s see what you can do, dear aunt.”

Eager to prove herself, Daenerys began by gently gliding her hands along the sides of his cock. This continued for a while before the apparent lack of reaction from Maegor set her off.

Daenerys practically growled as she tried to swallow his massive cock. She didn’t know what she’s doing but the pleasurable grunts given out by her nephew served both as guidance and encouragement to her. However, with the position she was in, she was barely able to fit his cock past the tip into her mouth, something which amused Maegor.

“Now this just wont do, Daenerys. Let me show you what it means to actually use your mouth on a guy,” Maegor spoke up, and that was all the warning she received.

Her nephew had thrusted forward, over half of his massive shaft sliding directly into her gullet as she sputtered and gagged on the sudden intrusion of her windpipe.

She could only kneel there as he thrusted forwards, her eyes watering slightly from a lack of breath as his dick wedged itself in her throat, making her gag. Maegor would make sure she didn't choke to death, but the constant banging at the back of her head didn't make her feel particularly good.

Especially because Maegor was holding her hands up as handles and she couldn't touch herself. "Tonight, only I can bring you pleasure," he reasoned. As a result, the only way she could care for herself was to rub her thighs together and moan against the big cock lodged in her throat.

She had no idea how long she had been naked and humiliated while Maegor used her mouth forcefully, his massive balls smacking against her chin, being denied even a shiver of ecstasy. Moments later, Maegor pulled out of her mouth, abruptly ending the throat fucking he was giving her. She coughed as he drew back, the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth forcing itself out.

"Don't worry, love, I wouldn't do anything you don't feel comfortable with," Maegor said as he gripped her chin and pushed her to gaze up at him. “If you didn't like it, we'll try something different next time."

Daenerys could only nod in response. Her mind was trying to figure out how he could transform from the brute who treated her like a whore to something resembling a loving husband.

While Daenerys was busy with her thoughts, Maegor had already moved with the agility of a snake and positioned her exactly the way he wanted her, breaking her out of her thoughts as she slumped onto her back, her legs apart. He had already slid between her legs before she could position herself.

When his mouth was forced against her pussy, the princess moaned. “Maegor!” Her nephew's response was to snarl like a dragon as he lapped his tongue on her folds and licked down to her clit, twirling and sucking it.

The princess held the sheets and sucked her lip, Maegor was giving her bundle of nerves all the attention it deserved and she was absolutely loving it. He sucked and licked her with an expert ease, making her toes curl. Her nephew briefly removed his mouth from her sex and spat on it, causing Daenerys to mewl as he returned to it barely a second later.

With a smirk on his lips, Maegor watched Daenerys shudder and scream as he ran his tongue across her lips, capturing the sweet flavour of his aunt. Dany's thicc figure, plump ass, and perky tits were a sight to behold. He could barely hold himself together since her slit was fully on display. There was no way to hide the glistening petals that peeked out from between her taut, pink lips and tonight he would be the first and last man to savour them. But when he claimed he'd bring her pleasure tonight, he meant it. So, he kept moving, despite hearing her whimper and spasm.

"Oh... yes, shove it inside." Her nephew pushed his tongue inside and began to stroke her clit with his nose when she let out a particularly loud moan sensing his tongue on her entrance.

Maegor's hands were busy stroking her huge breasts the entire time he was doing this. Daenerys closed her eyes and arched her back, sensually biting her bottom lip. His thumb grazed against her tight nipple, making her sexily mewl. Pinching and pulling on them only further aggravated her.

Her peak was nearing, and she could feel it by the seconds. Her body spasmed and she whimpered, and observing her reaction, Maegor adjusted the path of his tongue, finding a particularly sensitive region for the princess. Her orgasm hit her all at once; if she had been more prepared, she might have been able to hold back the whorish scream that escaped her lips; the pleasure rushed through her entire body, causing her to collapse on the bed; her eyes went to the back of her head, and her body shook.

Maegor watched his handiwork with a smirk on his lips, even as he made a show of using his fingers to coat her juices with and taste them, enjoying the blush that creeped up his aunt’s face at his actions.

“Maegor~” Daenerys moaned with need and arousal. She lifted her arms up, wanting him to be wrapped in them. Who could deny her this? Maegor leaned forward, allowing her to wrap her hands around his neck, his cock resting at her entrance. "Please" she begged him, "I need it, I need you in me".

He granted her what she wished for within seconds of her asking for it. With a single thrust, his cock moved past her barrier. The sensation of her cunt wrapping around him was incredible, making him grunt as he did it, while she moaned with satisfaction at being full.

"Hmm, you're so large~" Daenerys murmured, as he twitched inside her, sealing their lips together, his hips moving slowly, pulling back and thrusting in. Maegor swallowed Daenerys' tongue and kissed her passionately, his entire tongue penetrating her mouth while she mewled and stroked her tongue against his. The two dragons kissed till they were out of breath, the wet smack heard alongside their loud panting. "My beautiful princess," Maegor claimed as he gazed into her eyes. "You are mine from now on. It's all mine."

To emphasize his point, he pushed forward particularly hard, making her moan once again. She arched her back and thrust her bare breasts into the air. Maegor tightened his grasp on her breasts. Daenerys squeaked with delight and pain. He continued to play with her tits, watching as his aunt, the most rebellious Tagaryen alive, turned putty in his hands. She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes as he began fucking her.

Maegor expected to become addicted to viewing her reaction as his monstrously enormous cock's head repeatedly pummeled her g-spot and cervix. Her eyes fluttering in delight, her lips open as she screamed and writhed in delight, reaching out and caressing his back and shoulders.

Daenerys couldn't stop caressing him at the time. She had no desire for him to leave her body. Even when he hammered her so hard that her tits were bouncing and flopping madly with each tremendous thrust, her wet walls clung to him. The whorish sounds her body produced while being fucked told him how wet she was.

Daenerys squealed as her nephew lifted both of her legs and clasped them together at the ankles. He then pushed her legs forward, folding her torso and raising her feet above her head. His hips began to move quicker, clapping loudly against the backs of her thighs. The wet suction sounds of her pussy being stuffed became more audible. Her pussy dripped, the juices flowing down her backdoor and collecting against the bedsheet. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from her mouth. They wouldn't have been out of place at the brothels.

She opened her eyes and stared at the man who was making her addicted to this slutty side of her. Suddenly, a stream of her juices showered his chest and belly, turning her vision white. As her pussy swallowed his massive cock, she wasn't sure if she shouted. Her eyes were fluttering open the next thing she knew. She quickly worried if she had gone unconscious.

She assumed this based on her new position. Her lover was now holding her behind her knees, her body folded into a position that would make her assume she was being bred that very instant. His long, fat cock was stretching her hole in ways she hadn't felt before. Even as she squirted and creamed his cock, her poor g-spot was being tormented by the repeated hammering of her nephew’s cockhead.

Her vision blurred once more, and she shouted as she forcefully orgasmed once more. Her body kicked and bucked, but the muscular man on top of her had no trouble keeping her in place while he bred her. She was overly sensitive down there, and it was getting to be too much for her. All she could do was lie there bent in half, letting out a pitiful whine while the beast groaned and filled her with his thick, warm sperm. He drove into her again, pounding her full of cum till he ran out.

Daenerys didn’t know what happened, but she felt the most magnificent feeling of her life in that moment and it took her breath away. She never wanted to let that feeling go. Her thoughts were occupied with scenarios of the future. The future of her and Maegor. Even as she drifted into unconsciousness.

Maegor rested beside his aunt, and smiled at her sleeping form. He had always had a soft spot for Daenerys and he was glad to have her as a lover. And if this expedition succeeded, he would have a damn good reason to have her all for himself, forever. As his wife.

With that parting thought, Maegor drifted off as well, pulling his aunt into his arms. And as the waves rocked him to sleep, it was the first night in a while where his thoughts were not plagued by dragon dreams.

Author’s Notes

New Series. Would be updated soon.

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