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Bonus Story: The Son of Ice and Fire, The Seduction pt.1
🕑 Added 2024-07-21 14:39:07 +0000 UTCThis is an AU of this fic in which Maekar is not interested in the Iron Throne but instead goes to Essos to build an empire of his own. The story mainly focuses on Maekar and Aegon's daughter Viserra, blending erotica/smut with plot.
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Summary
In 320 AC, King Aegon VI faces political turmoil in his kingdoms. He requests his half-brother, Maekar Targaryen, the Archon of the Triarchy, to return and serve as Hand of the King. Viserra, the realm's delight and Aegon's youngest daughter, is captivated by her uncle, awakening a deep, obsessive longing within her. Drawn to him, she pursues a forbidden affair that defies duty and propriety.
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"Oh, you simply must meet my brother, Gunthor. He’s such a great warrior! He led our forces to victory against the bandits near Oldtown last year, and his skill with a sword is unmatched," Ellyn Hightower said, her voice filled with pride.
Queen Margaery leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with interest. "He sounds like quite the hero, Ellyn. Tell us more about him. What is he like at home?"
Ellyn smiled brightly. "At home, he's just as impressive. He's always training, always honing his skills. But he's also kind-hearted. He takes time to teach the younger squires and is always prepared to help anyone in need."
Viserra glanced at her mother, catching another one of those looks. Her mother continued, her voice silky smooth, "He sounds like a man of great honor and strength. Exactly the kind of man any lady would be fortunate to marry."
Viserra's jaw tightened. She knew the subtext of her mother’s words. The Queen was laying the groundwork, making Gunthor sound like the ideal match for her daughter.
"Yes," Ellyn continued, oblivious to the undercurrents of the conversation. "He has such a noble spirit. I truly admire him."
Viserra had been dragged to this gathering of ladies by her mother. It was a beautiful day; they sat on blankets laid on the ground in a clearing in the grand garden of the Red Keep. Around her were her handmaidens Aelora Velaryon, Laena Celtigar, and Marisa Tully, with Ellyn being the newest edition brought to the capital by her scheming mother. Other ladies in this gathering to welcome Lady Ellyn to the Red Keep included her good-sister Lanna Lannister, who was holding Viserra’s one-year-old nephew Gaemon.
Viserra looked at Lanna, still unable to shake the jealousy she felt ever since Lanna had arrived at the Red Keep to marry her brother Baelon. Known as the ‘Light of the West,’ Lanna had quickly been deemed more beautiful than Viserra by several courtiers she felt kike she lost something and she also felt bad for having this feeling as Lanna was very kind to her.
Next to Lanna were her great-aunt Daenerys and her daughter Serena Stark, with their handmaidens as well.
Viserra knew what her mother was doing. This was the beginning of a plan to match her with Gunthor Hightower. She continued to act interested as Ellyn continued her enthusiastic praise of her brother, with her mother encouraging Ellyn and sending knowing looks her way.
Marisa, sensing her discomfort, tried to steer the conversation. "And what about you, Ellyn? What do you enjoy doing in your free time?"
Ellyn's eyes sparkled. "Oh, I love reading and practicing my embroidery. I also enjoy riding through the fields near Oldtown."
As the Ladies around her continued to talk her mind drifted off again back to the days of her childhood, a time when she was her father’s favorite child and the center of attention in the Red Keep. Her beauty had earned her the moniker ‘Realm’s Delight,’ reminiscent of Queen Rhaenyra of old. With her long silver hair and pale lavender eyes, she had everyone—her father, the courtiers—in the palm of her hand. She had danced through life with a carefree spirit, basking in the admiration and affection that surrounded her.
But now, as she reached her majority, the dynamics had shifted. Her mother, Margaery, had begun to take steps to curb her free-spirited ways, slowly but surely reducing her autonomy. Her once boundless freedom was being replaced by the heavy chains of duty and expectation. The gatherings that once celebrated her now felt like traps, meticulously arranged by her mother to mold her future.
Viserra sighed inwardly, her heart aching with the weight of her constrained existence. She longed for the days when she could dream freely of knights and their great loves, when she was not a pawn in her mother’s political games.
She did not want this Gunthor; she yearned for the kind of love she read about in stories, a love that made the heart race and the soul sing. She wanted someone to sweep her off her feet, to feel the way the stories described—the rush of emotions, the heart racing, the world fading away as she laid eyes on her true love. She wanted to feel that certainty, that overwhelming joy and passion that the heroines of her beloved tales experienced when they found their soulmates. The fear of being sentenced to a loveless marriage, caged for the rest of her life, haunted her.
"Viserra," her mother's voice called, breaking her from her reverie.
"Yes," she answered, her voice carrying a faux confidence.
"How are you liking Ellyn, my dear? You must be getting along well," Margaery asked, her eyes sharp and probing.
"Yes she has been a pleasure to be around," Viserra lied, maintaining a polite smile. She was nice and polite to the girl, not wanting to cause more trouble for her father, especially considering the Seven Kingdoms' current state.
"My Queen, is it true that Prince Maekar is returning to the capital?" Ellyn asked.
‘Ah, perhaps she is useful after all—something interesting to talk about,’ Viserra thought.
"Yes, my goodbrother is indeed returning to the capitol," her mother said with a sweet smile. Viserra recognized that smile; it meant she was annoyed. She could never understand her mother’s issue with Uncle Maekar. Granted, Viserra had barely seen the man, as he had left when she was only a few months old to the Stepstones.
There, along with her grand uncle Viserys, he slowly conquered the Free Cities of Myr, Tyrosh, and Lys, becoming Archon of the newly formed Triarchy.
He was now called the Breaker of Chains as he freed slaves from the cities. He was a living legend in the Seven Kingdoms, someone she was keen to meet. He must have grand stories filled with adventure to tell.
"It will be good to see Maekar again," Great Aunt Daenerys said. "Serena has never met him; only Eddard has."
"I too have never met him," Viserra added to the conversation.
Her gaze shifted to her mother, who seemed annoyed that their conversation had shifted to this topic.
‘Good,’ she thought.
"I hope Prince Maekar and the royal fleet deal with the pirate lords quickly. This famine is only getting worse," Lanna said, her concern evident.
"I'm sure everything will be fine," her mother replied, trying to put an end to the talk of doom and gloom.
The gathering soon ended, and Viserra decided to take a walk along the walls of the red keep, knowing she would find her father there.
As she walked along the walls, she watched the city below.
Years ago, it was said that the smell from the city was so unbearable it could be smelled miles away. But that was a thing of the past. her father and her uncle, before he left for the Stepstones, had worked together to rehabilitate the city.
King's Landing had undergone a transformation. The existing sewers were extended, and new waterways and cisterns were built to ensure clean water flowed throughout the city. The old, dilapidated Dragonpit was torn down, its remnants repurposed to fortify the city's defenses and beautify the landscape.
Flea Bottom, once a notorious slum, was cleared and rebuilt with larger roads and better housing. A large city square now stood in the center of King's Landing, a bustling hub of commerce and social life, adorned with fountains and statues. The city was now truly fit for a royal family.
As Viserra continued her walk, she saw her father and brother ahead. King Aegon VI was a handsome man, his Targaryen heritage clear in his striking features. His silver hair, kept short and neat, framed a face marked by strong cheekbones and a firm jaw. His violet eyes held a mix of wisdom and determination, softened only when he looked at his children.
Baelon, her older brother, looked like a younger version of their father. His silver hair fell in soft waves to his shoulders, and his violet eyes were bright with youthful energy. He had the same strong features as her father, though less weathered by the burdens of kingship.
Her father saw her coming and his face burst into a wide smile. "Serra, I thought you had a gathering to attend to," he said, giving her a warm hug.
"It's over kepa," she said simply.
She looked over at her brother, who appeared troubled, and then at her father, who tried to hide his own worry but couldn't quite manage it.
"Father, is everything alright?" she asked.
"I hope everything will be, my dear," he said, his voice carrying a note of uncertainty.
All she knew of the current crisis was that it was simply caused by bad luck. Essos had been in chaos for the last twenty years, in no small part due to her uncle Maekar and great uncle Viserys.
The Narrow Sea had become a dangerous place as the pirate lords from Pentos, which was ruined after the Sixth Braavosi War and a Dothraki attack, attacked every ship that dared to cross.
She knew her father and uncle had been planning to put together a great fleet to destroy them. But their fleet was attacked and destroyed two years ago, and at the same time, a famine struck the kingdoms, beginning the crisis. They could not import food from the Triarchy as the seas were too dangerous.
Viserra thought of the angry peasants who gathered at the gates of King's Landing, their faces gaunt with hunger and desperation. They chanted for justice, wielding makeshift weapons and demanding food. The discontent among the lords was equally palpable; they met in their grand halls, voices rising in anger as they blamed the crown for their woes and whispered of rebellion.
Adding to their troubles, Volantis had seized the opportunity to attack the new Triarchy, further complicating the situation. News of battles and losses in the Triarchy reached them, casting a shadow over any hope of a quick resolution.
"Uncle Maekar will be soon leading a fleet to destroy the pirate lords. Ours have left as well to aid him," Baelon said, his voice tinged with frustration.
"That is happy news," she said, noticing his sour expression. "Why do you look so glum, brother?"
Aegon shook his head looking at his son.
"I should be leading the fleet," Baelon said.
"No, we have already talked about this," Aegon interjected firmly.
"After," Viserra began hesitantly, "is it true Uncle Maekar will return to King's Landing?"
"Yes," Aegon confirmed. "Maekar owes me a debt, and I have called upon him to be my Hand. your brother will study under him and take over when Maekar leaves."
Viserra looked out over the city again, a glimmer of hope flickering in her heart. "At least there will be some changes around the city," she murmured.
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Eleven men and women in chains were being brought into the large, ornate senate room of the great city of Volantis. The room, once a place of political discourse and governance, had been transformed into a grand throne room, reflecting the change in power. At the end of the room stood an imposing throne, intricately designed with gold and adorned with rubies and sapphires, a symbol of a new rule.
The walls of the senate room were lined with rich tapestries depicting scenes from the history of Valyria and its conquests. Tall marble columns, carved with ancient runes and symbols, supported a high ceiling painted with celestial scenes. The floor was a mosaic of precious stones, forming intricate patterns that glimmered under the light of crystal chandeliers hanging above.
The men and women in chains, members of the greatest noble houses of Volantis and self-proclaimed true inheritors of Valyria, were led by three chained men and a woman—the former Triarchs of the city: Triarch Valen Aertaris, Triarch Elara Naraelor, Triarch Aelor Tagaros.
Inside the room stood members of the nobility and army of the new Triarchy founded by Maekar. Some wore the colors of Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh, their garments adorned with symbols representing their respective cities. Others bore the purple and gold of Thalassos, a new city and the capital of the Maekar’s Triarchy. The air was thick with tension and anticipation as the crowd awaited the fate of the former rulers.
Seated on the ornate throne was the man responsible for this upheaval—the Archon of the Triarchy, Maekar Targaryen. His formidable presence commanded respect and fear. Maekar had the looks of the Starks of Winterfell, dark hair and purple eyes; he wore Valyrian steel armor, which was etched with dragon motifs. Tall and robust, his piercing purple eyes were fixed on the men and women in chains.
Beside Maekar stood his uncle, Viserys Targaryen. Tall and lanky, Viserys had a silver beard and hair, giving him a distinguished and somewhat ethereal appearance. His sharp features and keen eyes reflected a lifetime of cunning and ambition.
On the other side of the throne stood a priestess of R'hllor, Melisandre. She had long hair the color of deep burnished copper, unsettling red eyes, and pale, unblemished skin. The priestess was slender, graceful, and taller than most men. Beside her was Bennero, the High Priest of the temple. Tall and thin, with a drawn face and skin white as milk, Bennero's cheeks, chin, and shaven head were covered in red flame tattoos, marking his devotion to the Lord of Light.
It was due to the followers of the red god that the new Triarchy was able to take Volantis; they had shown them a way inside the black walls to finally bring the city to heel.
"Well, well, well," Maekar drawled in High Valyrian from the throne as the former Triarchs were forced to their knees before him, their chains clanking loudly. The people in the room finally broke their silence as their Archon spoke, laughing at the misfortune of the once-great Triarchs.
"If I remember correctly, aren't the Triarchs' feet not even supposed to hit the ground?" he said in a mocking tone. "Look at you now." he said in faux concern.
Maekar stood from the throne, walking over to the kneeling Triarchs. Valen Aertaris raised his head, looking at the Archon with contempt and unbridled hate.
"Remember, Valen, what you told me a year ago? That I was a half-breed mongrel and I would never step foot inside the Black Walls?" Maekar said, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Here I am, Valen, in your most sacred place. This mongrel half-breed just conquered your precious little city," he said, rubbing in the great victory.
"You will never hold this city," Triarch Elara said, finding her voice.
"I don't plan to," Maekar said, motioning for the soldiers.
The soldiers, draped in the purple and gold, stepped forward and began to unshackle six of the men and women from the group. Tharo Maegyr, Alaera Paenymion, Eamon Qoheros, Caerec Staegone, Dorian Vhassar, and Lyera Vaelaros stood up, their chains falling to the ground with a heavy clink.
They were members of the Elephant Party. The Triarchs and two others, who were members of the Tiger Party, looked at this in shock, not expecting such a betrayal.
"You see, Elara," Maekar said, addressing the stunned Triarch, "your city is already mine."
He then turned to address the newly freed lords and ladies and other minor nobles of the conquered city. "Ten years ago, I conquered the Three Daughters and became Archon of the New Triarchy. And now I have conquered Volantis, the First Daughter. With this, I proclaim the founding of the New Valyrian Freehold."
He raised his arms, his voice resonating through the grand hall. "Let it be known that we are not just conquerors, but builders of a new era. The old Valyria fell because of its hubris and its evil ways; for this reason, we must be better!"
He then turned to the freed members of the Elephant Party, his gaze firm and determined. “Like in the Three Daughters, slavery will be gradually abolished in Volantis.”
“Let this be the start of a new age” he said ending his speech.
The room erupted in cheers. The conquered cheered out of fear, not daring to defy the new order. His allies cheered out of admiration, inspired by his vision.
As the room cleared out, Viserys approached Maekar, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. "So, I suppose you are going to leave for Westeros soon?"
"Yes, tomorrow," Maekar answered.
"Do you think it's wise for you to become Hand for Aegon when you are the Archon? You just proclaimed the new Freehold, for gods' sake."
"Relax, uncle. It will be for just two years. I will return by the time Volantis is incorporated into our administration," Maekar replied calmly.
Viserys sighed. "You just want to be away from that hassle, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," Maekar answered unashamedly.
Melisandre stepped forward. "The Archon must go to the Seven Kingdoms, Magister Viserys. As the prince who was promised, something awaits him there," she said with conviction.
"Fine. The fleet will be prepared to leave soon, and the royal fleet will meet you near Pentos to finally put an end to those pirate lords," Viserys said.
"Too bad the Braavosi have not repaired their arsenal," Maekar said, shaking his head.
"Cheer up, uncle. Today is a day of celebration," Maekar said, hugging Viserys with one arm.
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As night approached, Maekar left the senate building with Melisandre following him. He arrived at one of the grand mansions belonging to the executed members of the Tiger Party.
"I have prepared some entertainment for you, my prince," Melisandre said.
"Oh, very well then. Show me," Maekar said with a hint of curiosity.
She led him inside to a very ornate chamber. Inside, waiting for them, were three women. Their red robes indicated they were red priestesses as well. Melisandre introduced them.
"This is Elyssara," she said, motioning for the first priestess to come forward. Elyssara had striking red hair that flowed in soft waves down her back. Maekar noticed her ample breasts, full and well-rounded, and her wide, shapely hips that led to a firm, voluptuous ass.
"This is Velara," Melisandre said as she motioned for the second woman. Velara, the smaller and slenderer of the trio, captured his attention next. Her delicate frame and small, pert breasts complemented her small, round ass.
"And finally, this is Nyssandra," Melisandre said as the third woman stepped forward. Nyssandra stood out with her dusky complexion, dark curly hair, and a large ass that contrasted sharply with her small breasts.
"They are here to serve you, my prince," Melisandre said.
"This is quite a gift," Maekar said, looking appreciatively at the red priestesses.
"I shall wait for you at the port tomorrow," Melisandre said, leaving him with the three beautiful priestesses.
Maekar watched her leave, then turned his attention to Elyssara, Velara, and Nyssandra. He walked over to the large bed and sat at the end of it. They looked at him with reverence; he was glad he took up the offer from the followers of the red god; he only had to accept that he was their prince that was promised.
Elyssara the voluptuous redhead stepped towards him “It is an honor to serve the Prince that was Promised," she said, her voice filled with awe. The other Priestesses, Velara and Nyssara, followed suit, each one as eager to please him as the next.
"We can't have fun with those robes in the way, can we?" Maekar said in a low voice.
They began to undress revealing their seductive bodies beneath their crimson robes. Maekar could feel his cock hardening in his breeches as they stood before him completely naked. Elyssara's full, well-rounded breasts caught his eye first, her nipples hard and erect. Velara's small, pert breasts followed, her nipples similarly aroused. Then, there's Nyssandra who surpassed Elyssara, his eyes fixed on her large rear.
Elyssara was the first to make a move as she moved towards Maekar and began desperately kissing him, the other two priestesses followed suit, each one eager to claim their piece of the prince that was promised. Elyssara's kisses were passionate and intense, her lips devouring Maekar’s as her hands roamed over his chest and back. Meanwhile, Velara and Nyssandra mirror her actions, their kisses just as fervent as they fight for his lips, their hands exploring every inch of his body.
The trio of priestesses continued to worship Maekar and he found himself lost in a sea of pleasure, overwhelmed by their touch and their eager advances. He moaned softly, his hands reaching out to take hold of their hips, pulling them closer and deeper into his embrace.The three women responded in kind, their movements becoming more urgent and their kisses more frenzied.
Velara was the first go for his breeches; her movements were anything but calm as she swiftly took it off, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as her need for him grew stronger. As the fabric fell to the floor his erect cock was freed and he felt her warm hands around it. She grips it tightly, her eyes locking onto him as she admires its size and shape.
“Truly the prince that was promised” Velara he purred as her eyes took in the size of his cock.
“As expected for our prince” Elyssara cooed in Maekar’s ear as she continued to kiss him with her hands exploring his chest and back with increasing intensity. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock twitch with anticipation.
Meanwhile, Nyssandra joined Velara by her side, her hands caressed his cock as her lips moved towards it. She began to lick at the head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, before trailing down the length of his shaft. They began taking turns licking and kissing his cock driving him to the brink of insanity with their teasing.
He felt Nyssandra’s small, soft lips wrapping around the head cock again this time she took him deep in to her mouth She bobbed her head up and down, sucking the shaft with fervor Her large eyes never left his as she took him deeper and faster, her tongue flicking across the sensitive flesh of his cock. She then passed it to Velara who took his cock into her mouth expertly. Her warm lips and tongue worked together to tease and pleasure him.
She used her hands to stroke and squeeze his balls, adding a delightful pressure to the mix. Her small breasts bounced enticingly as her head bobbed up and down Nyssandra held Velara’s head making her take his cock deeper into her mouth then taking it out when she was in need for air.
Elyssara continued to place delicate kisses all over Maekar’s body, multiplying the pleasure coursing through his body.
Velara moved her attention towards his balls as she began to tease them with her tongue Nyssandra focused her attention on the tip of his cock, taking it into her mouth and sucking gently.
His hands found its way to Elyssara’s large rounded ass caressing it causing her to moan his then found their way between Elyssara's legs towards her wet cunt he began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her moans filled the air, her red hair cascading around her face as she lost herself in the sensation. He pushed his fingers inside her feeling the wetness coating them as he thrust in and out of her.
Elyssara moaned softly as Maekar’s fingers delved deep within her, exploring her inner folds and sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. His touch is deft and experienced, and she finds herself losing herself in the intense sensations he is creating within her.
“Enough” he growled Both Nyssandra and Velara stopped their ministrations on his cock and looked at him with reddened lips.
"Take care of Elyssara." he said to Velara, his voice thick with desire. Velara nods and moves over to Elyssara, her eyes never leaving her prince as she begins to lavish her attention on the other her fellow priestess.
He pulled Nyssandra onto his lap making her straddle him, positioning her so that her wet cunt was right above his cock. He teases her first running the head of his cock along the length of her wet, swollen cunt. She moans softly, her hips bucking against his as she begs him to enter her.
“My prince” Nyssandra whimpered, her eyes begging him to enter her to let her free of the torment she was experiencing.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, Maekar thrusts himself deep into Nyssandra's cunt, filling her completely. She cries out in pleasure, her body trembling with delight as she begins to ride him with abandon. Nyssandra's tight, warm cunt felt incredible as she bobbed up and down, moaning softly with each thrust. He could feel her arousal growing with each passing moment he looked to his side to see Velara obeying his command to pleasure Elyssara, her tongue danced along the length of her cunt as she brought her to new heights of ecstasy.
Maekar stood up, still inside Nyssandra, his hands gripping her hips as he held her steady. She looked at him, shocked as he held her up and thrust into her again causing her to moan loudly, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through her body. Her large eyes stayed locked on Maekar filled with lust and reverence as he began to thrust into her harder and faster.
"You are so strong, my prince," she breathes, her words filled with admiration and arousal.
Encouraged by her praise, Maekar increases his speed, his powerful thrusts sending waves of pleasure through both of their bodies. Nyssandra clings to him tightly, her hands digging into his back as she writhes beneath him. Her large rump bounced and jiggled with each powerful thrust, her flesh quivering with every impact.
Suddenly to her great annoyance Maekar pulls out of her and walks over to the side of the large bed. He lays her down on the mattress and pulls her legs apart like a savage and thrust into her again the new position allowing him to reach even deeper inside her. Her ass lifted above the bed with each thrust and her moan grew more desperate soon her dusky skin was slick with sweat.
Velara and Elyssara approach them Velara takes the lead, helping Maekar position himself between Nyssandra's legs. She guides his erect cock into her fellow priestess waiting wet cunt helping Maekar thrust into her faster. Elyssara positioned herself above Nyssandra's face, her own cunt hovering just inches away from Nyssandra's eager mouth. She lowers herself down, allowing Nyssandra to lick and lap her soaking cunt with fervor.
“Our turn” Velara snarled her voice was a demand, her tone brooking no argument as she pulled Maekar away from the warm embrace of Nyssandra’s tight and wet cunt.
Velara and Elyssara moved to lay down next to Nyssandra in a posture of offering their needy soaking cunts to him. Nyssandra watched in dismay as Maekar moved towards Velara, his large cock poised at the entrance of Velara's small cunt. At first, he struggles to enter her, his girth proving to be a challenge. But Elyssara and Velara are not deterred. They work together, using their spit to lubricate Velara's entrance and guide their prince’s cock inside.
As Maekar finally begins to fuck Velara, she moans maniacally, her body arching beneath him. The other two priestesses watch with eager anticipation, their own bodies trembling with desire. They know that it won't be long before it's their turn, and they couldn't wait to feel their prince’s large cock inside them. Velara continued to moan and writhe beneath him, Maekar’s movements grow more urgent. He thrusts into her with increasing intensity, his cock sliding in and out of her small cunt with a satisfying slap.
He pulled out of Vaelar much to her frustration; his eyes immediately lock onto Elyssara's stunning figure. Her full, well-rounded breasts catch his attention first, their softness and plumpness beckoning him forward.
Without hesitation, he moves to Elyssara, his hands gripping her legs as he positions himself between them. As he enters her, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure, her body trembling with anticipation. Elyssara's voluptuous body jiggles with each thrust, her breasts swaying enticingly as Maekar fucked her hard. He grips her tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he loses himself in the pleasure of her body Elyssara's moans grew louder and more frenzied as her body writhed beneath him.
He was close; he could feel his cock twitching inside her begging for release. The pleasure was building inside him like a tidal wave. with a final, powerful thrust, he let go, filling Elyssara with his seed. He collapsed onto Elyssara's plump body as he caught his breath. They remained entwined for several moments, their bodies damp with sweat and their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
The rest of the night was filled with much debauchery. One by one, they took turns fucking him, their warm, wet cunts taking his cock as they rode him with expert precision. Elyssara's wide hips pressed firmly against his, her full breasts swaying with each thrust, while Velara's small, lithe frame seemed to melt around him as she grinded against him with ferocious intensity. Nyssandra, with her large rump and small breasts, pounded him relentlessly, her hips slapping against his in a steady rhythm that sent him soaring towards orgasm.
As the night went on, they drained him time and time again, each climax more intense than the last. Their insatiable hunger for pleasure knew no bounds. Finally, as the sun began to rise, they collapsed onto the bed beside him, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. It looked like he would have to delay his departure as he finally settled into sleep, with the three priestesses curled up on top of him.
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Two months later
"Archon, we have spotted the enemy fleet. They are engaging the royal fleet," one of his officers said, urgency in his voice.
Maekar stood on the deck of his flagship, the sea breeze tugging at his dark hair. Before him, the vast fleet of the New Valyrian Freehold sailed in perfect formation, their banners fluttering proudly. The ships were sleek and formidable, crafted for both speed and power. Their hulls gleamed in the sunlight, and the sails bore the emblem of the purple dragon. The fleet, a mix of war galleys and dromonds, moved like a well-oiled machine, each vessel positioned for maximum impact.
As they approached the battle near the coasts of the ruined Pentos, the sight of the Royal Fleet locked in combat with the pirate lords came into view. The sea was a chaotic churn of ships, with the royal banners of the Seven Kingdoms clashing against the tattered flags of the pirate fleet.
Maekar, clad in his resplendent Valyrian steel armor, looked every bit the warrior king. The armor was a masterpiece, intricately etched with dragon motifs that seemed to writhe and move with the light. The dark metal, infused with a faint iridescence, glinted menacingly. His warhammer, crafted from a rare sky metal found in the disputed lands now called the Elysian Fields after his conquest, was strapped to his back. It was said to be nearly indestructible, capable of crushing armor and bone with equal ease.
"Smash into their rear! Let's end these pirate lords once and for all!" Maekar commanded, his voice a thunderous roar over the din of the sea and battle.
The crew cheered, their spirits lifted by their Archon's presence and the promise of victory. The fleet surged forward, picking up speed as they maneuvered to flank the enemy.
As the fleet closed in on the pirates, the first volleys of fire arrows were loosed, streaking across the sky in blazing arcs to rain down on the enemy ships. The arrows struck their marks with deadly accuracy, igniting sails and wooden decks, turning parts of the pirate fleet into a chaotic inferno. The screams of burning men and the crackle of flames filled the air, adding to the cacophony of battle.
Maekar's ship, the Lady Lyanna, led the charge, cutting through the water with the grace and power of a predator. With a bone-jarring crash, the ship rammed into the rear of the pirate fleet, splintering wood and sending pirates tumbling into the sea. The impact shuddered through the hull, but the Lady Lyanna held firm, her reinforced bow cleaving a path of destruction.
He ordered the Lady Lyanna steered towards the largest ship in the pirate fleet, a massive war galley that belonged to the leader of the pirate lords. The pirate ship was a fearsome sight, its black sails emblazoned with a skull, and its decks bristling with armed men. As the Lady Lyanna closed the distance, Maekar’s crew readied grappling hooks and boarding planks.
The two ships collided with a resounding crash, and Maekar was the first to leap across the gap, landing on the pirate ship with the grace of a seasoned warrior. His Valyrian steel armor gleamed in the firelight, and his warhammer was a blur of deadly motion. He swung the massive weapon with ease, smashing through the ranks of pirates that rushed to meet him.
Maekar moved through the throng like a force of nature, each swing of his warhammer sending enemies flying. He fought with a ferocity that inspired his men and struck fear into the hearts of his foes.
The pirates began to falter and Maekar’s officers and soldiers followed him onto the deck, engaging the remaining pirates in brutal hand-to-hand combat. The clang of steel against steel, the cries of the wounded, and the relentless roar of the flames created a hellish symphony of battle.
Spotting the pirate lord, a towering brute with a scarred face and a wicked cutlass, Maekar pushed forward, smashing a path through the pirates that tried to bar his way. The pirate lord, sensing the end was near, stood his ground, roaring defiance as Maekar approached.
With a final, devastating swing, Maekar’s warhammer crashed into the pirate lord’s chest, shattering ribs and sending him sprawling to the deck. The pirate lord gasped for breath, blood frothing from his lips, as Maekar stood over him.
"Didn't even put up a fight," Maekar said coldly, before bringing the hammer down one last time, ending the pirate lord’s life.
With their leader dead, the remaining pirates threw down their weapons, surrendering to the inevitable. The battle was won, and the combined forces of the New Valyrian Freehold and the Royal Fleet of Westeros had triumphed.
As the battle ended, Maekar steered his fleet toward the coast of Pentos, the Royal Fleet following in their wake. The sight that greeted them was one of desolation. Pentos, once a thriving city, lay in ruins. Buildings were blackened husks, burned and collapsed from previous conflicts.
Maekar stood at the bow of the Lady Lyanna, his piercing gray eyes scanning the devastated landscape. He raised a hand, signaling his men to prepare for disembarkation. "Leave no pirate alive," he commanded. "No man or woman. They must all be eradicated."
The soldiers, both from the New Valyrian Freehold and the Royal Fleet, moved with ruthless efficiency. They disembarked and spread through the ruined city, hunting down any remaining pirates. The sounds of battle soon filled the air again—shouts, screams, and the clash of steel. Buildings were searched methodically, and any pirate found was swiftly executed. Fires blazed anew as the soldiers set alight any remaining strongholds, ensuring that no quarter was given.
As the battle seemed to come to an end and the last cried of the resistance faded Maekar saw Lord Monford Velaryon, the man who had led the Royal Fleet, approach him.
"Archon Maekar," Monford began, "congratulations on your victory... to think volantis fell…."
Maekar remained silent.
“I hear you have accepted King Aegon's offer, '' Monford continued.
"Only for two years," Maekar replied.
Monford smiled, the formality in his demeanor easing slightly. "It's great to see you again, Maekar," he said with more familiarity.
Maekar's stern expression softened. "It's good to see you again, old friend," he said, clasping Monford's shoulder.
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Viserra stood waiting in the courtyard of the Red Keep, her heart pounding with anticipation. Her family and all the courtiers were gathered around her. Lords from the Crownlands and even some from the rest of the Seven Kingdoms were present. The courtyard was a grand space, lined with statues of past Targaryen kings and queens. The stone walls of the Red Keep loomed around them, casting long shadows in the late afternoon sun.
She had been waiting for this day, eager to meet the man who was called the Conqueror come again. Her mind was filled with images of what her uncle might look like. She had heard tales of his handsome visage in his youth, but she wondered if the years and battles had left him scarred and deformed.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother, Queen Margaery, who whispered sharply, "Focus, Viserra. Stand straight."
Viserra adjusted her posture and as she did so the gates of the Red Keep opened with a loud creak, and a hush fell over the gathered courtiers. All eyes turned to the entrance, waiting for the legendary Maekar Targaryen to appear.
A large black stallion rode in first, its hooves clattering on the cobblestone. Viserra’s eyes drifted to the man riding it. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him. His presence was commanding, and he seemed to exude an aura of power and authority. His dark hair framed a face that was both rugged and handsome. Piercing gray eyes scanned the courtyard with the sharpness of a hawk, taking in every detail with practiced ease.
He dismounted with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his tall and muscular frame moving with effortless power. The years seems to have only added to his allure, turning him from a pretty youth into a man of striking presence.
Viserra felt her breath catch in her throat as their eyes met. In that moment, it was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them. Her heart pounded in her chest, a wild and uncontrollable rhythm. She had read about this feeling in her beloved stories, but experiencing it was entirely different. It was an obsession, a form of madness, a longing that burned through her veins.
Her uncle’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary before he turned to greet her father. But in that brief exchange, Viserra felt something shift within her. She wanted him with a desire that bordered on desperation.
‘What was happening to her?’ she thought, her eyes fixed on him.
He walked closer, greeting her father and then her mother, then her brother. Her heart beat faster as he moved closer to her. He then stopped near her, and she caught his scent—leather, steel, and a hint of something earthy and masculine. It only fueled her attraction.
"My daughter, Viserra, she has been wanting to meet you for a long time," her father said, but she barely heard it as she was lost in her uncle’s gray eyes.
He moved to kiss her hand, and she gave it to him, her gaze still on him. Her mouth felt dry, and she could not speak.
"Viserra, Viserra," her mother called softly, making her drop out of her thoughts. Her father, mother, brother, good-sister, and her uncle were all looking at her in concern.
"Your uncle asked you a question, Serra," her father prompted.
"I... I am sorry, I did not... hear," she said, stammering.
Her uncle laughed, and so did her father. "Reminds me of you, Egg," he said in his deep voice.
She watched him disappear into the castle, her mind racing with wanton thoughts.
She had a singular thought in her mind. She was sure now who she would marry.
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So what do you think of this AU ?
I feel like Iam getting better at writing smut.
Comments
Aeden Emrys
Thanks for this first chapter of this AU! More please!
