Daenerys Targaryen

“You know how Ghost likes his pampering after a successful job.” Jon joked as he turned around to see his wife Daenerys walking towards him. She was balancing twin girls on either arm, Visenya and Rhaenys who were both suckling on each of her fat breasts, even while a third was growing in her belly. Dany liked to joke that the newest one would be a boy they could name Aegon and have the conquers reborn, but thanks to the book Jon knew it was another girl. Speaking of the twin girls, they were beginning to crawl short distances and Jon figured it wouldn’t be long before they were as much a pain to keep track of as his oldest, but for now, they were sleeping peacefully. Jon didn’t want to wake them so he just smiled quietly at them. He then kissed Dany and then kissed her stomach already showing a tiny bump, feeling Dany’s soft giggle as he whispered little nothings to his youngest daughter.

Three children in a little over a year, even if one wasn’t born yet. Jon was almost regretful at the changes he’s made to their bodies. They weren’t immortal, that was a bridge Jon wasn’t ready to cross. They still had to eat, sleep, and shit, if at a reduced rate than normal. He had enough accusations of godliness with how effective he was just as a mercenary captain, no need to add fires to the rumors. But their bodies and their children were immune to any disease, aged much slower, and they healed much faster. They wouldn’t survive getting their head chopped off or their heart ripped out, but they healed fast enough that cuts and bruises disappear faster than your eyes could keep track of them, and on occasion, Jon has slept off supposedly crippling injuries in a few hours. Those healing powers might be why his wives can’t stop getting pregnant. Or maybe the book was pushing for it. It did seem to have a mind of its own, Jon Snow had seen too many coincidences of himself stumbling onto exactly what he wanted or needed despite never having written it down.

Dany knew he liked seeing her pregnant, seeing her body change and grow. Seeing her breasts swelling and her stomach growing. Jon always gave his pregnant wives extra attention, it was one of many reasons she intended to stay that way. She was wearing a long flowy almost see-through white satin dress unashamed of her body's changes, with a smattering of gold rings on her fingers and toes as well as gold studs piercing her nipple and navel to guide Jon’s eyes wherever she wanted them to. She looked like a whore, Jon internally seethed. He loved when his woman dressed shamelessly, if it was up to him they wouldn’t even bother hiding their beautiful bodies, but that didn’t mean he liked other men paying attention. It killed inside a little bit that as a part of their disguise, they pretended to be whores from Lys. The extra disguise probably wasn’t needed, but it didn’t hurt to be extra cautious. Jon remembers quite well the first time he ran into another magic user and they had knocked down whatever arrogance he had about controlling the book.

“I feel I should be jealous of how much time you spend with him, it makes me wonder if you have anyone else in your bed,” Dany said with an exaggerated sigh that caused Jon to roll his eyes in response. She loved Ghost, he’s seen her sneak the wolf bacon scraps when she thought he wasn’t looking. He hadn’t ignored the meaning behind those last lines either. Dany was pushing him recently about adding more women to the royal harem. Her excuse was having more hands to raise the children, but Jon knew her better than that and he knew just how much she enjoyed helping him collar Missandei.

“Why would I bother when I have the most beautiful girl right here.” Jon laughed, sitting down near an overturned log and letting his wife settle next to him. She was strong like all his lovers, able to run for miles despite being four months pregnant, but that didn’t mean he would push her. She could rest beside him and watch the sun slowly fall turning from deep orange to violet blue as the two found enough warmth in their shared body heat.

“That’s what you say about all your lovers,” Dany complained with a huff that lacked any heat, as she felt Jon’s strong arms wrap around her.

“Not Viserys, he’s the prettiest boy.” Jon teased getting a blush out of Dany at the thought of her once strong and almost indomitable older brother submitting to the superior man. Her brother who once threatened to wake the dragon anytime she displeased him was now lower than her in their master’s harem. Dany would never admit it to anyone, but it made her wet to see her brother beg for Jon’s manhood.

“He wouldn’t mind being called a pretty girl by you.” Dany jokes, shuffling around trying to ignore that sticky feeling in between her legs. She held her daughters closer to focus herself, feeling their tiny teeth nibbling on her skin. While she would love to flirt and tease her husband a little more, he didn’t come out here all alone for no reason. She knew how he got in his moods “What’s wrong? You don’t usually sulk this long.”

“Jon Arryn died recently,” Jon explained, seeing the questioning look on Dany’s face he had to remind himself how clueless Dany and Viserys were about Westeros’ politics. “He was the hand of the king. Robert’s now traveling North towards my uncle to name him the next one.”

“The honorable Lord Stark,” Dany quoted back mockingly. she hadn’t forgotten the man or the humiliations he imposed on his better, but she knew Jon loved him so she held her tongue. “I haven't forgiven him for not telling you the truth of your heritage.”

“He was just trying to protect me. I don’t agree with it, but I do understand it.” Jon Snow quickly added that last part when he saw the flash of rage on his wife’s face, a reminder that as sweet as she was, she had a vindictive streak that could give Viserys a run for his money.

“I suppose we'll just agree to disagree,” Dany clicked her teeth in annoyance before changing the subject. “Other than Jon Arryn being your namesake, what’s so important about it?”

“It has been some time since I’ve visited with my cousins,” Jon suggested nonchalantly, the harsh intake of air Dany made telling him what she thought of that idea.

“Jon Arryn was murdered. I don’t know how or why, but something’s happening in Westeros and I think it’s time we see how many still remember the dragon's rightful place.” Jon said coldly, in a tone that made Dany’s inside bubble. She loved Jon’s kindness, but she loved seeing his cruelty too. He didn’t mention that the notebook provided him with updates automatically on any danger to his family and whatever killed Jon Arryn was going to kill his uncle next. He didn’t tell her that he had a spy in King's Landing. He didn’t need to. For Dany, she didn’t need convincing to join him on his crusade. Her belief in him was so strong, that she didn’t even consider the possibility that they would lose. They would return home and they would conquer Westeros. She just had to make sure of one thing.

“This throne is all I need to be happy.” Dany moaned as she slid into Jon’s lab, her soaked panties rubbing against his hard-on. “I don’t need a kingdom to be satisfied.”

“It's time we stop running. It's time we embraced the dragons we are.” Jon Snow growled in her ear, after leaving a hickey on her throat that would show all the men who lusted after her, who really owned her body

“Then soon all of Westeros will bow at our feet. Now come,” Dany said with an eager smile as she jumped up from, in her opinion, a very comfortable seat, so they could escape to their tent and join in on tonight's celebrations. “We can talk about politics later. We have a reward planned for the conquering hero.”