At The Mercy Of Vipers

The Great Hall of Sunspear was full to bursting as all the prominent Dornish Houses were in attendance, eager to gain favour with the new king. Aegon and Princess Arianne spent the good part of an afternoon convincing Lord Quentyn Qorgyle and Lord Harmen Uller that it will not be feasible to divert the Greenblood river into an underground channel beneath the Dornish desert. They wholeheartedly believed in Aerys the Mad's dream of "making the desert bloom". Ser Symon Santagar and other coastal Dornish Houses wanted the king to undertake an equally ambitious project; to conquer the Stepstones and annex it into the Seven Kingdoms in order to end the threat of piracy in the region once and for all.

The most prominent man in attendance was undoubtedly the tall and imposing Anders Yronwood the Bloodroyal. House Yronwood was the wealthiest and the most powerful bannerman of the Martells, able to field three times as many men as their next closest rivals, the Daynes of Starfall. Relations between the Yronwoods and the Martells were sour ever since Prince Oberyn allegedly poisoned Lord Anders' grandfather during a duel. Prince Doran had sent his eldest son, Quentyn, to be fostered by the new Bloodroyal. At Yronwood, Quentyn fell in love with Lord Anders' two daughters and befriended his son and heir, Ser Cletus Yronwood. He was personally knighted by Lord Anders and despite having eyes on Anders' eldest daughter, Quentyn was betrothed to the younger but equally beautiful, Gwyneth Yronwood.

Ser Cletus Yronwood was mingling with various noblewomen from other Houses and was seen busy chatting with Dyanna Sand, the beautiful bastard daughter of Lady Ashara Dayne eventhough it was obvious that she wasn't interested in his company. With her long silky black hair, pale skin, full breasts and haunting violet eyes, Dyanna was arguably one of the most beautiful woman in the room, even when compared to Princess Rhaenys, Arianne and the Sand Snakes. Across the crowded room, the exotic beauty locked her eyes with the king's and as she gave him a seductive smile, Aegon felt himself blush for the first time since he was a teenager.

Lady Ashara never revealed who was the father of her child, only that Dyanna was conceived out of love at the famous Tourney of Harrenhal. Aegon had heard several different theories about who was the real father of Dyanna, from King Rhaegar, Prince Oberyn Martell, to the honorable Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell. There was even rumours that the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Barristan the Bold, broke his sacred vows and laid with Ashara. However, no one in Westeros not even her rumoured lovers were brave enough to dare ask the fierce Lady Ashara about the true paternity of Dyanna.

"Lord Anders is the Kingmaker reborn." Arianne's husky voice whispered in the young king's ear breaking his eye contact with the Bastard of Starfall. "He whispers in Quentyn's ear, telling him that he should rule after my father. That I am unfit to rule being the willful wanton whore that I am."

Aegon then looked over at the large table on the far corner of the Hall and sure enough, Lord Yronwood was whispering into Prince Quentyn's ear. However he was most likely discussing the wedding arrangements rather than plotting against the current heir to the Dorne.

"I don't blame him. Quentyn will soon be his son-in-law and we both know that you really are a wilful wanton whor..." Aegon teased his cousin causing Arianne to nearly slap the king in front of everyone before Aegon quickly caught her wrist.

"Careful, Ari. I'm not a prince anymore. Striking your king is treason and punishable by ****." Aegon warned Arianne with a sly smile, much to his pleasure. How long had he waited to use that line against his wilful and impulsive older cousin.

"Hmm... Very well, my king. I guess I'll have to find another way to punish you then." Arianne said underneath her breath, her face was so close to the king's that Aegon could feel her warm breath on his cheek. "Maybe tonight when your sister and I play, you can only sit in the corner and watch us."

"I don't mind. Every man in this room would kill to watch you and Rhaenys play." Aegon said with a cocky smile, his cock already hardening as he vividly remembered the last time he saw his sister and cousin make sweet passionate love.

"I wouldn't mind if Quentyn and his Yronwood bitch get to rule Dorne, as long as..." Aegon's gaze shifted downwards where Arianne's dexterous hand had begun to unlace his breeches. "As long as I get to rule you."

"What are you doing, Ari? Someone could se... Ohhh fuuuck..." Aegon moaned a little bit too loudly as Arianne pulled his dick free and began to rub her palm along its length.

"What the fuck!!!" Princess Rhaenys said on the other side of the king. Thankfully, the tablecloth was long enough so that only the two princesses on either side of the king could see what the Princess of Dorne was doing.

"Shush..." Arianne scolded her best friend as her hand began to pick up the pace, well lubricated by the copious precum that was leaking out of the slit. "This is just the warm up."

"Mmph!" King Aegon, the most powerful man in the known world found himself naked, gagged and with his hands firmly tied to his bedpost. No matter how much he struggled to free himself or try to alert the two kingsguard knights posted outside his bedroom door, he remained helpless and at the mercy of his captors, the four most dangerous women in all of Dorne, their eyes fixated upon the king's eight-inches long royal sceptre which proudly stood tall and hard despite the strenuous circumstances.

One minute he was underneath the beautiful Princess of Dorne as she rode him like a stallion and the next, three pairs of hands were forcefully pinning him down on the bed while Nymeria Sand tied his hands in an inescapable knot with her velvet scarf.

"Do you understand what he is trying to say?" Nymeria asked as Aegon continued to mumble through his gag.

"Hmm... I think my little brother wants us to put on a show." Said Princess Rhaenys, the youngest of them and the mastermind behind this scheme. She and Arianne were the only ones of the four who were naked while Nymeria and Tyene were still in their flimsy evening gown. Making sure that she had the complete attention of her brother, Rhaenys grabbed her cousin's head and pulled her down into a passionate kiss. Aegon's dick jerked in arousal as he watched his beautiful sister swap spit with their equally beautiful cousin. Rhaenys and Arianne were so alike that they could be easily mistaken for sisters. They each stood at the same height, they each have the same full round breasts with dark nipples, the same twinkle in their eyes whenever they were aroused and furthermore, Aegon was lucky to discover that they each had the same erogenous zones at the nape of their necks. The same place they were now aggressively kissing as their olive skin were now slowly turning blood-red with hickeys.

"Hmm... I think he is enjoying it a bit too much. Tye, give me the ring." Nymeria ordered her younger sister and Tyene ever obedient reached deep into her cleavage and pulled out a large golden metal ring. Nymeria took the ring and with an ease that only came from practice, she placed the golden ring onto the king's cock were it snugly fitted at the base of his hardening dick.

"Perfect fit!" Nymeria said as she locked eyes with Aegon before she took him in her warm mouth.

Awhh, fuck me! Aegon groaned lustfully as Nymeria began to easily deepthroat him, his cock reaching the back of her throat without even causing her to gag on his considerable length. Tyene gave the king an apologetic look before she too joined her sister into worshipping the king's monstrous cock. Aegon groaned and his hands gripped the bedpost tightly as two soft and wet tongues began to lick his cock until his heavy balls up to the large mushroom-shaped head was glistening with the spit of the two sisters. His girth was thick enough so that neither girls' lips could touch when they were slobbering all over him. However as they both edged closer to his purple cockhead they became sloppy, too consumed with lust and they simultaneously decided to deepthroat the large cock at the same time, and the eventual result was that they each had a mouthful of one another's tongue.

"Eww! What the fuck, Nym? You licked my tongue!" Tyene cried out, half in disgust and half in surprise of how good it felt to tongue kiss her older sister.

"Wait a minute... The two of you never kissed each other? But I thought that you fucked before." Arianne whispered, her voice thick with lust as Rhaenys began to pump her slender fingers into the Dornish heiress.

"Well... We've been in a couple of threesomes before but it was always with another guy or girl," Tyene said shyly as she looked at Nymeria who never stopped licking the king's dick. "We never actually, you know... Been intimate with one another. Its one thing when it is between cousins but Nymeria is my sist.."

"Ohh for fuck's sake!" Nymeria said impatiently as she let go of Aegon's dick, strode over to where Tyene was sitting and pulled her into deep kiss. Aegon's eyes widened as he watched the two sisters kiss with passion, their hands gripping each other's heads, their faces partially hidden beneath the golden and black blanket of their hair.

"Mmm... Nym, what are you doing? You're, Mmm... You're my sist.. Awh Seven Hells..." Tyene's words were barely audible as she struggled to speak with Nymeria's tongue in her mouth. "This is sss... So wrong... This is ****, the Gods would not... Ahh fuuuuck!"

Aegon chuckled to himself at Tyene's apparent revulsion to ****. The same Tyene who drunkenly confessed to fantasising about her own father while she was being fucked in the ass by her cousin.

"Oh please, that is not how siblings should kiss!" Rhaenys said as she and Arianne stopped their foreplay to watch Nymeria and Tyene. "This, is how true siblings show their love!"

Rhaenys practically pushed Arianne off her and made her way to her subdued brother. Before Aegon could protest, Rhaenys had removed the gag from his mouth and replaced it with her full lips. His anger towards his sister for putting him in a position of such vulnerability were quickly forgotten as Rhaenys' slowly and tenderly kissed him with a passion that he has never experienced before. He no longer cared about the ties that bind him, nor about the two half-sisters who were scissoring one another as if they were long lost lovers or even cared about the identity of the person who was now riding his more than erect cock.

All he cared about was his beautiful sister.

He cared about how soft her breasts felt as it pressed against his hard chest. He cared for how sweet her lips felt as it easily glided against his own. He cared for the pleasant scent of her perfumed hair as it shrouded their faces. He didn't even have a clue as to how long they kissed, just that the room was now dimly lit in an orange glow as all the candles have died out, with the only light coming from the still burning fireplace. He remembered hearing several cries from the two women besides him, not knowing which sisters it belonged to as they came on each others mouths. He remembered that the ring at the base of his cock kept him hard on the brink of his own climax but he never went over the edge, not even when Princess Arianne rode his cock to not one but two earth-shattering orgasms. Her second left her body drained and her limbs gave out as she slumped on top of her cousin who was still deeply engrossed in his sister's lips.

"I love you, Aegon." Rhaenys whispered against his lips. "Are you going to be a good brother and take care of your big sister?"

Aegon could only nod breathlessly as his sister rose above him, and helped Arianne off Aegon's cock. Arianne was drooling on the king's chest as she panted in exhaustion, she moaned in displeasure as all 8 inches pulled out of her tight sheath but regardless, she was too exhausted to put up a fight with the Targaryen princess.

"Time out, Ari." Rhaenys said as she placed a kiss on the Dornish heiress' cheek. Arianne snuggled to Aegon's side, her eyes heavy and sleepy as she watched Rhaenys removed the cockring off her brother's kingly shaft.

"Hey! The ring was supposed to keep him hard enough to fuck all three of us!!!" Nymeria said as she untangled herself from her sister. "What about the plan?"

"The three of you looked too worn out to ride the dragon." Rhaenys teased her cousins as she began to rise and fall on her brother's cock, almost instinctively due to how often they have been fucking each other. "Besides, does the king want to finish inside of me?"

Before Aegon could replied, Rhaenys bent down to unlace his restraints, her movements awkward and without grace as she remained impaled upon his cock. As once as his hands were free, Aegon flipped the two of them over with Rhaenys laying beneath him, his cock never once leaving the warm confines of her tight pussy. Rhaenys giggled like a little girl when she saw the unadulterated lust in her brother's eyes and squealed in pleasure

"Hmm... Have I awoken the Dragon?" Rhaenys purred as Aegon began to drill deep into her. All of their teasing had him beyond aroused and without the ring he would have already cum twice. But now, he wanted to fuck his sister as hard as he could and then eventually cum as deep as possible within her.

"Ahhh... That's it... Fuck me, harder, deeper... Fuck me, little brother!" Rhaenys panted into Aegon's mouth in between starving kisses. Aegon was on the edge and he had been for quite a while, Rhaenys knew that the only thing stopping him from cumming inside her fertile pussy was his indomitable will and desire to cum simultaneously with her.

"It won't take much to make me cum, Egg." Rhaenys gasped as his cock began to repeatedly bump against those bundles of nerves, the heat rising from her loins causing her body to twitch uncontrollably which Aegon noticed.

"Cum inside me, Aegon. My king, my brother, my love... I know you want to... Cum inside m... Arghhhh!" Rhaenys' loud screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room and probably all the way to the Wall as Aegon hilted as far as he could within her and began to ejaculate his royal seed. True to her word, Rhaenys the moment she felt the first of a dozen blast of her brother's warm cum deep within her unprotected womb. The siblings were both writhing in ecstasy as they shared their forbidden passion, as brother filled sister with the seed to create a new generation. At the moment, neither cared whether or not the fruit of their union would be born as a bastard born out of wedlock or as the legitimate heir to the Iron Throne.

All that mattered was the pleasure that they shared.

"You are aware that I'm going to get you back for what you did. For what you all did." Aegon said once he finally caught his breath. His cousins were too exhausted and far too sleepy to hear him but not Rhaenys. She raised her head and gave her brother a quick but loving kiss unlike the needy and passionate ones that they shared mere moments ago.

"I'm counting on it, little brother." Rhaenys whispered with a contented smile before resting her head on Aegon's chest and immediately drifted off to sleep.

Tomorrow, he'll undoubtedly punish his sister and her lovers. Probably spank both of them and then assfuck them while their bums were still red and sore. However, judging from past experiences, they'll probably enjoyed it more than the king himself. That was Aegon's last conscious thought before fatigue finally overcame him and he joined his three lovers in a satisfied slumber.