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Rhaenyra Targaryen felt the cool night air kiss her flushed skin as she stood between Daeron and Daenerys, her heart pounding like war drums in her chest. The crimson silk of her gown clung to her curves. Daeron's hands rested on her hips, pulling her back against the hard, heat of his body. She could feel the rigid length of him through his black leather breeches, pressing insistently against her backside, sending a jolt of desire through her core. In front of her, Daenerys's violet eyes burned like fire, her silver hair glowing her fingers traced the line of Rhaenyra's jaw, her touch both teasing and commanding.
"You're a dragon, aren't you, Princess?" Daenerys murmured, her voice a sultry caress, her thumb brushing over Rhaenyra's bottom lip. "Then show us. Take what you've been craving."
Rhaenyra didn't need further urging. Her restraint shattered like glass under a hammer as she surged forward, capturing Daenerys's mouth in a searing kiss. The taste of Dornish wine lingered on the woman's lips, blending with the heat of her breath. Daenerys met her hunger like an equal, her tongue sliding against Rhaenyra's in a dance of dominance, her hands slipping into the princess's silver-gold hair to pull her closer. A low growl rumbled from Daeron behind her, his fingers digging into her hips, grinding her ass back against his cock with a slow roll of his pelvis. The friction sent sparks of pleasure racing up her spine, her body arching instinctively to press harder against him.
"Gods," Rhaenyra gasped against Daenerys's mouth, her hands sliding up the woman's slender frame, fingers digging into the soft curves beneath the deep blue silk of her dress. Her nails grazed over Daenerys's sides, pulling a sharp inhale from her as their kiss deepened, wet and desperate. Daeron's breath was hot against the nape of her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there, sending shivers cascading down her body. He nipped lightly at the tender spot just below her ear, his teeth grazing her flesh before soothing it with a slow, wet lick.
"You feel that, Princess?" Daeron's voice was a low rumble, rough with need, as he pressed himself harder against her, letting her feel every inch of his arousal through their clothes. "That's what you do to me. Been hard for you since that damn dance."
Rhaenyra's knees trembled, a soft moan slipping from her lips as Daenerys pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, a wicked smile curling her mouth. "He's not the only one aching for you," Daenerys purred, her hand sliding down Rhaenyra's neck, over her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts, barely contained by the low-cut gown. Her fingers teased at the edge of the fabric, dipping just beneath to brush over the hardened peak of Rhaenyra's nipple, making her gasp. "Look at you, so ready to be devoured. Shall we, Princess?"
"Yes," Rhaenyra breathed, her voice thick with want, her body caught in the delicious trap of their dual attention. "Please... don't stop."
Daenerys chuckled, a dark sound, as her hand slipped further into Rhaenyra's gown, cupping her breast fully, her thumb circling the sensitive bud. Rhaenyra's head tipped back against Daeron's shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Daeron took the opportunity to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, his stubble scraping deliciously against her skin. His hands moved from her hips, one sliding up her stomach to join Daenerys's, kneading her other breast through the silk, while the other hand dipped lower, bunching up the fabric of her skirt to expose the bare skin of her thigh.
"Fuck, you're soft," Daeron murmured against her neck, his fingers tracing the inside of her thigh, inching higher with every stroke, teasing at the edge of her smallclothes. "Can't wait to feel all of you, Princess."
Rhaenyra's breath came in shallow pants, her body trembling between them as their hands worked her into a frenzy. Daenerys leaned in, kissing her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her desperation, while her free hand slid down Rhaenyra's side, joining Daeron's at her thigh. Together, their fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of her undergarments, brushing against the slick heat of her folds. Rhaenyra whimpered into Daenerys's mouth, her hips bucking instinctively as Daeron's thick fingers parted her, spreading her wetness, while Daenerys's delicate touch circled the swollen bud at her apex, sending sharp bolts of pleasure through her.
"Already so wet for us," Daenerys whispered, breaking the kiss to nip at Rhaenyra's lower lip, her fingers moving with maddening precision. "You've been thinking about this, haven't you? Dreaming of us touching you like this?"
"Every night," Rhaenyra admitted, her voice a ragged whisper, her hands clutching at Daenerys's shoulders for support as her legs threatened to give out. "Since I saw you... both of you... together. I couldn't stop imagining it."
Daeron's low chuckle vibrated against her back, his fingers sliding deeper, two of them curling inside her, stretching her with a slow, deliberate thrust that made her cry out softly. "Knew you were watching us that night, Princess," he said, his voice rough with lust. "Could feel your eyes on us. Made me fuck her harder, knowing you were there, getting off on it."
Rhaenyra's cheeks flushed at the memory, but the shame only fueled her desire, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as he pumped them in and out, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the quiet of the godswood. Daenerys's touch on her clit grew firmer, her fingers rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves with expert skill, pushing Rhaenyra closer to the edge with every passing second.
"Let's get this off you," Daenerys suggested, her voice a seductive command as she tugged at the laces of Rhaenyra's gown with her free hand. Daeron withdrew his fingers just long enough to help, the two of them working in tandem to loosen the ties, peeling the crimson silk down her shoulders until it pooled at her waist, baring her breasts to the cool night air. Her nipples hardened instantly, aching under their hungry gazes.
"Beautiful," Daeron breathed, his hands returning to her, cupping her bare breasts, rolling her nipples between his rough fingers, sending sharp tingles of pleasure-pain through her. Daenerys leaned down, her silver hair brushing against Rhaenyra's skin as she took one nipple into her mouth, her tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before sucking hard, drawing a keening moan from Rhaenyra's lips.
"Oh, gods, yes," Rhaenyra gasped, her hands tangling in Daenerys's hair, holding her there as the woman's mouth worked her over. Daeron's hand slid back between her thighs, pushing her smallclothes aside completely, his fingers plunging back into her dripping cunt with a wet squelch, fucking her with a steady rhythm that had her hips rocking against him.
"You like that, Princess?" Daeron growled, his other hand pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her whimper. "Like being fucked by my fingers while she sucks on your pretty tits?"
Rhaenyra could only nod, her mind a haze of sensation as their combined efforts drove her toward a shattering climax. Daenerys released her nipple with a wet pop, straightening to kiss her again, letting Rhaenyra taste herself on her lips, a faint trace of salt and need. "Come for us," Daenerys whispered against her mouth, her fingers returning to Rhaenyra's clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. "Let us see how a dragon falls apart."
The words tipped her over the edge. Rhaenyra's cry echoed through the godswood as her orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering between them, her cunt clenching tight around Daeron's fingers, soaking them with her release. Her knees buckled, but Daeron held her up, his strong arms anchoring her as waves of pleasure pulsed through her, leaving her breathless and trembling.
"That's it," Daeron murmured, kissing the side of her neck as he slowly withdrew his fingers, slick with her juices. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan of appreciation. "Taste so fuckin' good, Princess."
Daenerys smiled, her eyes dark with lust as she licked her own fingers, tasting Rhaenyra's essence. "Sweet as sin," she agreed, then looked at Daeron with a playful glint. "Shall we take her properly now?"
Rhaenyra's breath hitched at the implication, her body already aching for more despite the aftershocks still trembling through her. "Call me Rhaenyra," she said, her voice firm despite her flushed, disheveled state. "No more titles. Not here."
"Rhaenyra," Daeron repeated, testing the name with a slow, appreciative smile that made her heart skip. "Fits you better like this, all wild and wantin'."
"Rhaenyra," Daenerys echoed, her tone softer, almost reverent, as she stepped back to shed her own gown, letting the blue silk fall to the ground, revealing her lithe, naked form. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, her small, pert breasts tipped with pale pink nipples, her cunt glistening with her own arousal between slender thighs. "Come here, Rhaenyra. Let me feel you."
Rhaenyra obeyed, stepping out of the pooled fabric of her own gown, her smallclothes following until she stood bare before them, her body humming with need. Daeron stripped next, his black leather and linen shirt falling away to reveal a broad, scarred chest, his muscles flexing as he shoved his breeches down, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and heavy, the sight making Rhaenyra's mouth water. He was bigger than she'd imagined, the length veined and throbbing, promising a stretch that would burn so good.
"Lie down," Daenerys instructed, guiding Rhaenyra to the soft moss beneath the heart tree, the ground cool against her heated skin. She lay back, her silver hair fanning out around her, her legs spreading instinctively as Daenerys knelt between them, her hands sliding up Rhaenyra's thighs, parting her further. "I want to taste you properly."
Rhaenyra moaned as Daenerys's mouth descended on her, her tongue lapping at her soaked folds, teasing over her clit with slow strokes. The sensation was overwhelming after her first climax, her hips jerking with every flick, but Daenerys held her down, her grip firm on Rhaenyra's thighs, keeping her open and exposed. Daeron knelt beside them, his hand stroking his cock slowly as he watched, his purple eyes dark with hunger.
"Gods, look at you," he rasped, his voice thick with desire as he reached out to pinch Rhaenyra's nipple again, rolling it between his fingers. "Spread out like a feast for her. You're gonna take my cock so well, Rhaenyra, aren't you?"
"Yes," Rhaenyra whimpered, her hands clutching at the moss as Daenerys sucked her clit into her mouth, the pressure building again, faster this time. "I want it. I want you inside me."
Daenerys lifted her head just enough to smirk at Daeron, her lips glistening with Rhaenyra's arousal. "Hear that, love? She's begging for you. Don't keep her waiting."
Daeron didn't need more encouragement. He moved to position himself between Rhaenyra's legs as Daenerys shifted to her side, propping herself up on one elbow to watch, her other hand sliding between her own thighs to touch herself, her fingers circling her clit. Daeron gripped his cock, guiding the thick head to Rhaenyra's entrance, rubbing it through her slick folds, coating himself in her wetness before pushing in.
Rhaenyra gasped at the stretch, her body tensing for a moment as he filled her, inch by agonizing inch. He was big, bigger than anyone she'd had before, the burn of his girth making her toes curl, but the pleasure outweighed the discomfort as he bottomed out, his hips flush against hers. "Fuck, you're tight," Daeron groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he held still, giving her time to adjust. "Feel so good around me, Rhaenyra."
"Move," she pleaded, her nails digging into his shoulders, urging him on. "Please, I need it."
He obliged, pulling out halfway before thrusting back in, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had her moaning with every stroke. The wet slap of their bodies echoed in the quiet godswood, mingling with her breathless cries and his low grunts of effort. Daenerys watched them with rapt attention, her fingers moving faster between her legs, her breath hitching as she brought herself closer to the edge.
"You're gorgeous like this," Daenerys said, her voice husky as she leaned in to kiss Rhaenyra, letting her taste herself again on her lips. "Taking him so well. Did you know I've always had a thing for watching him fuck? It's almost as good as doing it myself."
Rhaenyra moaned into the kiss, the words stoking her arousal higher as Daeron's thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock hitting a spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. "Gods, Daenerys," she gasped, breaking the kiss to look at her. "You're... you're full of surprises."
Daenerys laughed softly, her fingers still working her own cunt as she leaned closer, her breath hot against Rhaenyra's ear. "You have no idea, sweet dragon. I've tamed things you wouldn't believe. Things that soar and burn."
The cryptic words barely registered through the haze of pleasure, but Rhaenyra tucked them away, her mind too consumed by the feel of Daeron driving into her, his hands sliding under her ass to lift her hips, angling her to take him deeper. Her climax was building, a tight coil in her belly ready to snap, and she could tell Daeron was close too, his thrusts growing erratic, his breath ragged.
"Gonna come inside you, Rhaenyra," he warned, his voice strained as he fucked her harder, the wet sounds of their coupling obscene in the stillness. "Fill you up. You want that?"
"Yes," she cried, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Do it. I want to feel you."
Her words sent him over the edge. With a guttural groan, Daeron buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her, hot and thick. Rhaenyra screamed, her body convulsing around him, milking every drop as waves of ecstasy crashed through her, leaving her limp and panting beneath him.
Daenerys wasn't far behind, her fingers working frantically as she watched them, her own climax hitting with a soft, shuddering moan. She collapsed beside Rhaenyra, her silver hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
They lay there for a moment. Daeron pulled out slowly, a trickle of his seed leaking from Rhaenyra's cunt, and rolled to her other side, his hand resting possessively on her stomach. Daenerys turned to face her, tracing lazy patterns on Rhaenyra's arm, a satisfied smile on her lips.
"That was... beyond anything," Rhaenyra admitted, her voice hoarse, her body still buzzing with the remnants of pleasure. "I didn't know it could be like that."
"There's a lot you don't know yet," Daenerys said, her tone playful but with a hint of something deeper. "But you'll learn. With us, you'll learn to fly in ways you've never imagined."
Rhaenyra frowned slightly at the odd phrasing, but before she could question it, Daeron pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, distracting her. "Rest now, Rhaenyra," he murmured. "We've got all night."
And they did. Eventually, they left the Godswood, taking the secret passage towards Rhaenyra's chamber, and they resumed their activity all night; they explored each other again and again, hands and mouths.
.
.
The princess stirred between her lovers, deliciously sore from their night of discovery. Daeron's arm draped possessively over her waist while Daenerys stretched like a satisfied cat beside them.
"Already awake?" Daenerys murmured, violet eyes glinting with mischief as she caught Rhaenyra watching her. "Insatiable creature."
"Says the woman who demanded three rounds last night," Rhaenyra countered, her voice husky with sleep and desire. She felt Daeron hardening against her backside, his body responding to their voices.
"Only three?" Daeron's lips found her shoulder, teeth grazing the marks he'd left hours before. "I seem to recall someone begging for 'just once more' at least twice after that."
"Guilty," Rhaenyra admitted without shame, pressing back against him. "Though I notice neither of you complained."
Daenerys rolled onto her back, silver hair spilling across the pillows like moonlight. The sheet slipped down, revealing the constellation of love bites Rhaenyra had enthusiastically placed across her breasts. "Why would we complain about a princess who takes to pleasure like a dragon to flight?"
"Flatterer," Rhaenyra accused, but she was already moving, drawn by the sight of Daenerys spread out before her. "Though if I'm such a natural, perhaps I should practice my... technique."
She kissed her way down Daenerys's body, taking her time, savoring each gasp and twitch. Behind her, Daeron's hands gripped her hips, positioning her.
"Such dedication to learning," he murmured, his cock pressing against her entrance. "Should I reward such scholarly pursuits?"
"Please," Rhaenyra breathed against Daenerys's inner thigh, making the other woman squirm. "I'm a very... dedicated student."
Daeron pushed inside her slowly, filling her completely as she moaned into Daenerys's skin. Dany's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her where she wanted her most.
"That's it," Daenerys encouraged, her voice breaking on a gasp as Rhaenyra's tongue found her center. "Just like-- oh fuck, right there!"
Daeron's thrusts pushed her forward into Daenerys, who was already trembling on the edge. The sounds filling the chamber would scandalize anyone listening - skin against skin, breathless curses, and pleasure-drunk moans.
"Harder," Rhaenyra demanded, pulling back just enough to speak before Daenerys dragged her back down. "Want to feel you for days."
"Demanding princess," Daeron growled, complying with enthusiasm. His hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack that made her cry out. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes! Oh gods, yes!"
Daenerys was close, her thighs trembling around Rhaenyra's head. "Don't stop, don't you dare-- FUCK!" Her climax hit hard, back arching off the bed as she muffled her scream with a pillow.
The sight and taste of Daenerys coming undone pushed Rhaenyra over the edge. She buried her face against Daenerys's thigh to muffle her own cries as Daeron fucked her through it, his rhythm never faltering.
"My turn," he ground out, pulling out suddenly. Rhaenyra whined at the loss, but then he was painting her back with his release, marking her as theirs.
They collapsed together. Rhaenyra ended up in the middle again, feeling thoroughly debauched and deeply satisfied.
"We're getting quite good at keeping quiet," Daenerys observed once she caught her breath. "Though I'm not sure that pillow will survive many more mornings like this."
"Worth it," Rhaenyra decided, stretching luxuriously between them.
Rhaenyra found herself genuinely curious about these two who'd so thoroughly captured her interest.
"Tell me something true," she said eventually. "How did you really meet? And don't give me the tavern story you've been peddling at court."
The silent communication that passed between Daeron and Daenerys was fascinating to watch. Entire conversations in a glance.
"Braavos," Daeron said finally. "Years ago. I'd left the North, searching for something I couldn't name. Heard rumors of a silver-haired woman raising an army. Took me months to find her."
"I nearly had him killed when he showed up," Daenerys added, her fingers tracing patterns on Rhaenyra's arm. "Some Northern stranger claiming to know things about my family? In Essos, that usually means assassin."
"What changed your mind?" Rhaenyra asked.
"He knew things no assassin would know. And he fought for me without asking for payment or power." Daenerys's voice softened. "In time, he became everything."
There were depths to that story Rhaenyra couldn't fathom, but she recognized truth when she heard it, even if incomplete. But then, she remembered Daemon telling her and hearing him accusing Daeron of having tamed a dragon. Rhaenyra never believed it, but that wasn't the same for Daenerys.
"Your turn for truth," she said, feeling bold. "The dragons. You have one, don't you?"
"Silverwing." Daenerys answered casually.
The name made Rhaenyra's eyes go wide. "Good Alysanne's dragon? You've claimed her?"
"She chose me," Daenerys corrected. "Dragons can't be stolen, only accepted or rejected. She accepted me."
Rhaenyra's mind raced. "Four days ago. Over the Kingswood. That was you?"
"Yes."
"Gods," Rhaenyra breathed. "Do you understand what this means? If Alicent learns of this--"
"She suspects already," Daeron said. "But suspicion isn't proof. And that's where we need you."
"Protection," Rhaenyra said, understanding immediately. "You need me to shield you from whatever accusations she levels."
"In exchange for our complete support," Daenerys confirmed. "We're not here to challenge your claim or cause chaos. We're here to ensure you survive what's coming."
"What's coming?" Rhaenyra asked, though she knew what they meant; she knew many lords wanted Aegon to be the heir, not her.
"War," Daeron said simply. "Maybe not today or tomorrow, but eventually. Queen Alicent and her supporters won't accept you as queen."
"And you'll stand with me?"
"We already have," Daenerys pointed out. "Criston Cole will never raise a hand against you again."
"That was Laenor's doing," Rhaenyra said, testing.
"Laenor finished what I started," Daeron corrected with a slight smile. "The man was dying already. Your betrothed just... hastened the inevitable."
Rhaenyra absorbed this, weighing her options. One dragonrider and one skilled in combat, and clearly playing a deeper game than anyone at court suspected. Having them as enemies would be catastrophic. Having them as allies...
"I can protect you," she decided. "But I need something tangible. Daeron, with Harwin still recovering, I need a sworn shield. Someone I trust. Will you serve?"
Another silent exchange between the lovers, then Daeron nodded. "I'll serve as your guard. Gladly."
"Good." Rhaenyra smiled, feeling pieces fall into place. "Now, one more question. Your blood - both of you clearly have dragon blood. How?"
"My mother was supposedly a Targaryen princess," Daenerys said carefully. "Though I never knew her, only stories."
"And you?" Rhaenyra looked at Daeron.
"Unknown father with purple eyes to give me," he replied. "Northern mother who died young. Not much of a story, I'm afraid."
Lies within lies, but Rhaenyra didn't press. There would be time to unravel their mysteries. For now, she had their loyalty and their bodies. The rest could wait.
"Then we have an accord," she said, settling back between them. "You keep my secrets, I keep yours. And together..."
"Together we change history," Daenerys finished.
Outside, footsteps approached - servants coming to wake their princess. The three of them shared one last kiss before reluctantly beginning to dress.
"Tonight?" Rhaenyra asked hopefully as they prepared to separate.
"Wouldn't miss it," Daeron promised.
"We'll use the passages again," Daenerys added with a wicked smile. "Less chance of shocking your poor handmaidens."
Rhaenyra laughed, feeling lighter than she had in months. Let Alicent scheme. Let the Greens plot. She had dragons and lovers and the promise of victories to come.
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