He knows better

He felt her clench around him signaling that her own peak had arrived. She screamed out, “I’M CUMMING,” as she came on his cock. Her folds threatened to milk him for all he was worth. It was tempting to gift her with a bastard, but he listened to his higher head. He could do so later if he wished as a mistress after bringing her to King’s Landing. Maybe she’s deserving enough to be his wife.

He heard an audible plop as he left her greedy cunt. “I’m cumming too,” he grunted out before he found his release. He painted her back with his seed as he came in spurts. Sansa collapsed onto the bed facefirst completely drenched in sweat.

“Why not inside,” she breathlessly questioned as her dreams of carrying his child were dashed. Although she knew little about the details of sex, she knew his seed was her chance carrying his child.

“I wanted to wait some time longer,” he said as he looked at his flaccid cock. He could go for more rounds, but he didn’t want to tire or overextend Sansa. She was still adapting. “Stay right there. Let me clean you up.”

He got some water and cloth to wipe down the fluids off both as Sansa blushed at Aegon. She must have dreamed about this night her whole life. And it must have seemed wonderful to her. After cleaning Sansa up and helping her put on her clothes, he looked outside of his window. He couldn’t see anything, but he suspected he had his little helper outside. He whistled and jumped down from the roof, Bran arrived at his window to the amusement of his king.

“Your grace,” he said as she looked on at Aegon. “What do you need?”

“You’re already a better kingsguard than most. Always here when I need you,” he said with a pearly smile. “I need you to quietly escort your sister back to her room. Let’s keep this incident to ourselves.”

He nodded his head. “Will do, your grace,” he said with his eyes on his sister.

“Also, Bran, will you be willing to go to King’s Landing to be my squire?”

Bran jumped in shock before he knelt before him. “It would be a great honour to serve as your squire.”

“Good, I’ll arrange for you to head south with us. And Sansa will you be willing to become Lyanna’s handmaiden? So that we can remain close, and I can confer some more blessings.” She took Aegon in his embrace, and he relished her touch.

“Aegon, I’ll go south. Free me from Winterfell,” she said as she pecked at his cheek. He removed himself from her embrace to stop himself from going a round two.

“Go on, we can have more fun later.”

“Ill omens,” Aegon began as he sat down at the royal table to break his fast, “Two dead Lord Paramounts. Two on ****’s bed. It seems the gods detest my fledgling rule before it truly begins.”

Jaehaerys and Dany had their eyes on the king as he grabbed a smoked sausage for his plate. “I’m sure you will be a capable ruler,” Daenerys cordially replied.

“I need all the help I can get, Jay.” He looked to his younger brother. “You don’t have to join the Night’s Watch. Stay with me. Help me rule. You can marry our sweet aunt.” Dany opened her mouth but found no words could come out. Instead, she reddened with embarrassment. “If you need a keep, you can have Dragonstone. If you want a kingdom, I’ll get you Winterfell. Stay with us.”

Jaehaerys seemingly took a moment to process his words. Aegon was offering him Winterfell and the North to him. That would mean disinheriting all his cousins. He couldn’t do that to Robb, to Sansa, to Bran, to Arya, and to Rickon. “No, nothing you can say will change my mind. I’ve already agreed to spend twelve moons to try my hand at service. I will not stray.”

Dany seemed to look at Jay in simmering yet silent anger. It seemed the lovebirds must have hit a roadblock. But Dany did not allow it to alter her words with Aegon.

“What’s this I hear about making Sansa, my handmaiden? I’m sure she’ll be fine, but I hardly know her.”

“And Bran, your squire? That’s a lot of favouritism to House Stark. Won’t the other kingdoms take offense? We have to worry about the Tyrells, Lannisters, Arryns, and Baratheons,” Jay advised.

“Firstly, fuck the Tyrells,” Aegon began as his mind flashed to the image of Rhaenys sucking off Wilas Tyrell. To make for the accidental injury he gave him in a joust. That was justification enough to not care what those flowers thought of him. “Lysa Arryn is a Tully. And Catelyn is as well. We don’t have to worry about them. And Cersei Lannister, I can manipulate. Don’t worry.” He smirked at the thought of a bastard in her stomach. She was his piece to collect. “So, the Westerlands and Stormlands are done. We are fine. Bran has been a great help and wants to be a Kingsguard. So, I wanted to have him train under the best. Sansa just wants to leave the North. As Jay can attest, she’s a sweet girl.”

Both Targaryens did not voice any opposition. The younger brother began to leave. “Alright, I need to comfort my cousins about Eddard. I’ll let you two finish eating.” After the silence had consumed the room, Dany chose to break it.

“When are we heading south?” Dany asked as he poured a cup of mead for himself.

“When the silent sisters come to bring Robert’s body south. It would be in our interests to maintain good relationships with the Ladies Baratheon. Now that their father is dead, it represents a new era. Maybe I can get your brother married to Myrcella,” he said with a smile. The silence stirred before Daenerys moved closer to Aegon.

“I had another vision,” she said while blushing, “I couldn’t talk about it while Jae was here.”

He knew about his aunt’s visions that had plagued his house since The Dreamer had saved her family from the Doom. While most others considered them a sign of madness or an oddity, he and his father treated them with respect. He believed in the higher mysteries and prophecies as he was groomed to be the prince that was promised. They had collected her dreams in a diary to be interpreted. Since his father’s ****, she only has professed her dreams to him. Not even her beloved Jaehaerys for fear of being considered the ‘mad king's mad maiden daughter.’ Still, it was hard to interpret the dreams she professed. Some amounted to nothing substantive while others can only be determined in hindsight.

But Aegon and his father had become better at finding their meaning. The changing of the seasons, natural disasters, even changing politics could be found in Danys dreams moons before they occurred. His father had discovered Lord Crakehall’s attempted **** of Lyanna when he correctly interpreted her dream about a wild boar vomiting vipers in the cup of a she-wolf nursing a black Dragon.

Although he knew he could cure her of her dreams with milk of the poppy as they were a burden. Cynically, he knew that having a prophet in his year was worth all of the Spider’s little birds.

He placed his hand on her back to comfort her as she rested her head on his shoulder. “What do you see this time?”

“There was on a sea of flowers. I think tulips or roses. And there was a stag and a lion. And they were fighting with each other.”

Aegon’s eyes widened as this time the vision was simple. “The Lannisters and the Baratheons? They’ll fight? Did you see why?”

“I don’t know, Aegon,” she replied meekly. “But then the black scaly dragon swooped in and used its claws to grab a lioness, its cub, and a fawn. The two animals tried to attack the dragon, but they were too bloodied. They both collapsed as the dragon burned them alive.”

“The lioness? Cersei? And who are the cub and the fawn? Myrcella is the fawn? But who’s the cub? Does Jaime have a bastard? Maybe the cub is Myrcella? Then who’s the fawn? The Baratheon brothers have no other children except maybe other bastards. Maybe …” He tried to think how this tale would end before he realized Dany had more to say.

“There was another dream but that’s unimportant…” She looked uneasy at the response.

“You can tell me,” he held her fingers in his hand massaging them together.

“There was a black dragon curled on the wall. And a woman alit in flame consoled him in the night. They merged together. I heard the howling of a wolf and the screams of a woman. The feathers of the crow burnt away.”

His mouth was agape. Maybe Dany already had her own ideas but …

“Jae refuses to stay in King’s Landing to marry me but …” Her eyes were lit aflame with the fury of a dragon. “He’ll go fuck off with some random whore on the wall. I wouldn’t even mind if he didn’t claim chastity every time we try and … join together.” Dany blushed with embarrassment as she couldn’t talk about it.

“Maybe the vision is talking about a woman murdering Jay,” Aegon tried to offer.

“No, I’ve thought about it a million times but it’s the same dream. That woman is kissed with fire, as they say in the North. A redhead. He’ll forsake his vows. The same vows he uses to stop us from finding our love. I would have been fine if he believe those vows, but now …”

“Why not talk to him about the vision? If you love him, surely he deserves to know. Then you can get him to understand and maybe stop him.”

“I don’t trust him enough. Not like I trust you,” she strongly rebutted, “He won’t believe me or in visions. He’ll think I’m mad like my father. He won’t understand, unlike you Aegon. You believed me from the beginning. You helped me when I was sweating through the nights. Through the pain and the tears.”

“I will continue to do so,” he offered as he remembered the days when they did not think she would survive. His father refuse to give her milk of the poppy so he remained at her side trying to keep her body from dying.

She looked up at him with intense longing as she reached her epiphany. Aegon was shocked as she jumped onto his lap. Her lips captured his own as she held his head tight. Her tongue moved sloppily in her mouth lacking any vision and motivation as they made out. As she withdrew, she remained locked on his mulberry irises.

“I thought you loved Jay?” He said quickly wiping away his saliva.

“I do. But he’s going to cheat on me on the wall. So, I’ll make do with my other nephew.”

“But why me?”

“You understand me. I don’t have to lie about who I am around you. Not even Jay knows about my dreams. With your crown and my visions, we can make Rhaegar’s dreams come true. We can birth dragons from stone, and our bloodline will be kept pure. I was destined to bear the king’s children and although I was too late for Rhaegar, I was born in time for you.” She rubbed up against his manhood as she pressed her massive breasts against his chest.

It was a truly tempting offer. It seemed Daenerys would rather seduce him and become his wife rather than have a chance at having an unhappy marriage with a minor lord. The turn was sudden, but she tended to be more confident talking about her visions. It seemed that her brother’s **** chastity had gotten to her and their conservation about visions awakened the lustful dragon within her. Her body seemed to be perfectly suited for the task of childrearing. But to take her now, would be to make a cuckold out of his brother. Jay loved her dearly, but he was abandoning her for a life of celibacy. At least a year.