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Horny Dragons

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Note: Porn With A Plot “We have to stay together, we are the last Dragons” Aegon said. Daenerys eyes widened and she gasped getting up quickly. “My dragon eggs” She told them. “We left them behind” Daemon climbed off the bed and walked till a chest in the corner “You mean this eggs?” He smirked and pointed to the four…Dragon eggs. Dany breathed and took Daemon by surprise as she launched herself on him wrapping him in a tight hug. “Thank you” “Well it wasn’t me that retrieved them but you are welcome” He whispered hugging her back. A moment later her eyes widened and she let go off him “Sorry” She said blushing. “It’s fine” "Where did you get the fourth egg” She asked changing the subject soon as possible. He shrugged “Ser Arthur told us that Rhaegar found in Dragonstone and it was mine” Dany nodded “Wait, Ser Arthur? The sword of the morning!?” She shrieked. “We have a lot to tell you Daenerys” They laughed. “Sit, let me pour us some wine and let us tell you everything you need to know” If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.
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