In Aegon's Year 283, after the Targaryen army collapsed at the Trident, Robert Baratheon entrusted the pursuit to Eddard Stark. The remnants of Rhaegar Targaryen fled back to King's Landing, pursued by the Starks. Aerys and several thousand soldiers held the Red Keep, but the gates, which should have been firmly shut, were tricked open by Tywin Lannister and an army under the pretense of defending the king. Meanwhile, the young Kingsguard member Jaime Lannister broke his vow to protect the king and murdered the "Mad King," Aerys Targaryen.
Countless men were killed and countless women raped within the city; King's Landing had fallen…
[King's Landing - Red Keep - Maegor's Tower]
Elia Martell, Princess of Dorne and Queen of the Targaryen Empire, was heartbroken during this time. Her husband, Prince Rhaegar, had been killed by usurpers at the Battle of the Trident. King Aerys, suffering from severe paranoia, insisted that Lewin Martell had betrayed Rhaegar at the Battle of the Trident, and thus held Elia and their two children hostage in King's Landing to prevent a Dornish rebellion.
For some reason, after breakfast, Elia began to feel weak and drowsy, and soon went back to bed.
In her hazy state, Elia felt something warm pressing against her, and occasionally felt soft, wet objects sliding across her cheeks. She slowly regained consciousness, opened her eyes, and was immediately shocked.
Elia saw that all her clothes had been removed, and her slender, beautiful body lay naked on the ground, her long, black hair untied and scattered freely. A naked man was pressing down on her, touching and squeezing her, his tongue greedily licking her cheeks and lips. Having regained consciousness, Elia immediately felt a hot, hard penis filling her lower body. The throbbing, hard shaft possessed extraordinary thickness and length, slowly thrusting inside her.
The man, noticing she was awake, looked up, a wicked grin on his face. Before Elia stood a handsome yet sinister face, his pupils a strange, deep red-black—it was Caesars, the "Bastard Son of the Dragon."
This 15-year-old, enigmatic boy was the secret adopted son of the "Mad King" Aerys. Fifteen years ago, a crimson bolt of lightning struck, igniting a devastating fire in the dragon's lair north of King's Landing. After the fire, an infant was found in the ashes and, for reasons unknown, was secretly adopted by the king. Named Caesars, also known as "Born of Thunder and Fire" and "Bastard of the Dragon,"
this child was born intelligent, physically strong, and incredibly powerful. Aerys intended to secretly train him into a loyal and reliable assassin, even more so than the Kingsguard, the Targaryen family's exclusive bodyguard. Elia had only heard snippets about him from Prince Rhaegar. And now, this very "loyal" assassin was on top of his mistress, toying with her body.
Seeing that the princess beneath him had regained consciousness, Caesar chuckled wickedly, "Your Highness, you're awake. I wish you were still unconscious when I fucked you, then it wouldn't be as satisfying, hehe."
Ilya was both shocked and furious. She tried to resist, but found her whole body numb and weak, her hands pinned down by Caesar's iron-like arms. A kind and elegant lady, she was quite fragile due to her illness, and could only twist her body and cry out, "Stop...stop...uh...stop...ah...um...no...no..." The more she struggled, the more excited the man on top of her became. He forcefully kneaded the Dornish princess's well-proportioned breasts, his large mouth licking and kissing her beautiful face and alluring body.
In truth, Ilya's vagina, having given birth to two children, wasn't particularly tight. As a Dornish princess married to the crown prince, her appearance was only above average, but her kind and elegant demeanor, and her status as Prince Rhaegar's wife, princess and queen, greatly excited Caesar. In truth, Caesars held no loyalty to the Targaryens. He was born with ambition and desire, and he refused to be a slave to the dead. Now that Prince Rhaegar was dead, the Targaryen army was reduced to a rout, the Lannisters, as allies, had remained neutral since the start of the war, Tywin Lannister, that old lion, was watching with predatory eyes, and King Aerys was a complete madman. The Targaryen family's fate was sealed.
In this chaos, it was the perfect opportunity for Caesars to escape this destiny!
The speed of his thrusts increased. Caesars hoisted Elia's legs onto his shoulders, gripping her thighs with his hands and pounding into her, driving his penis deeper and more powerfully. In truth, women who are raped rarely experience pleasure, only pain and humiliation, but Caesars didn't care about her feelings; his only concern was his own pleasure.
The vanity and the pleasure of physical impact intensified, especially as the sensitive glans scraped against the tender, warm flesh. The copious amounts of lubricating fluid produced for self-protection made the penetration smoother and faster, each powerful thrust bringing a rush of pleasure to the brain. Although Ilya kept her mouth tightly shut, she involuntarily let out moans from her nose with each thrust, her face flushed with the characteristic flush of intercourse. Knowing her fate was sealed, she closed her eyes, tears of humiliation streaming down her face, her hands clenched into fists, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably with each powerful penetration.
Caesar was ecstatic; the noble royal orifice tightly enveloped his penis, each thrust reaching deep into the queen's body sending shivers down the spine of the woman he had longed for. A large amount of vaginal fluid splattered everywhere with each forceful thrust, and her two snow-white, firm breasts trembled incessantly with each stroke.
In fact, Caesar had already ejaculated inside Ilya once while she was unconscious, so this time it lasted particularly long. Seeing Ilya's tears wetting her hair, her once jet-black hair now disheveled and draped over her cheeks, Caesar released her thighs, brushed the stray hairs from her face, and kissed her lips fiercely. Suddenly, Ilya tried to bite him, but Caesar released her in time, pinching her cheek with one hand, and licking her neck down to her chest with his tongue, then kneading her breasts and thrusting his penis into her body violently, each thrust feeling as if he wanted to pierce her through. With this brutal intercourse, Ilya's mind gradually numbed, her eyes becoming vacant. Then, Caesar thrust into her deepest point again with tremendous force, a swelling and convulsion, and a large amount of thick semen surged into Ilya's uterus. Only then did Ilya's vacant eyes regain their vitality, and she struggled frantically. Caesars laughed loudly, "Hahahaha! My noble queen, how does my semen taste? You swallowed it all, didn't you? Bear me a few illegitimate children! Hahaha..."