King of Ashes

It has been two weeks since that fateful day. Most of the city of King's Landing were no more than burnt houses and ash. In a moment of madness, the cruel Joffrey had the stores of wildfire scattered all throughout the city be ignited and unleashed upon the population.

Despite my best efforts, the fires spread too quickly and by the time the last of the green flames were extinguished, many notable landmarks of the city were destroyed including the Great Sept of Baelor and Fleabottom. The usual smell of piss and shit that radiated from the capital was replaced with the even more dreadful stench of burnt wood and charred bones.

Even more of the city would have been burnt if it wasnt for the disgraced knight, Jaime Lannister the Kingslayer. Released from his captivity by Catelyn Stark, Jaime was **** to kill his own son in order to stop the mad boy from unleashing anymore terror. After the flames died out, the survivors of House Lannister was rounded up, Cersei gave poison to her youngest son, Tommen and she too chose **** over capture.

A broken man, Jaime confessed to all his crimes including his role in the maiming of Brandon Stark and to being the father of all of Queen Cersei's children. He was eventually sent to the Wall to take the black. A punishment Robb saw as just. Lord Tyrion and his whore was imprisoned but otherwise treated fairly well.

With the power of House Lannister broken and Margaery Tyrell in my 'captivity', Mace Tyrell surrendered the Reach to me. The Lord Protector of the Vale, Petyr Baelish eventually pledged fealty to House Targaryen when it became clear of my inevitable victory. The only forces in Westeros that continued to defy me was the Iron Islands and off course the lands beyond the Wall.

"Why are you looking so glum?" Daenerys soft voice broke me from my reverie and immediately brought a mischievious smile on my face. We were alone in the throne room and as my sister's pregnancy progressed, so did her libido and her inability to keep her hands off me whenever we were alone. Regardless of the location.

"Should we really be doing this here?" I said with mock concern as Daenerys pushed me onto the Iron Throne and began to unfasten my briefs.

"The Red Keep and the city is half empty and besides those who can walk in on us probably already has!" Dany said bluntly as she pulled out my hardening dick and begun to suck like a pro.

She was right, the Unsullied paid no attention to my lascivious activities and the Dothraki actually encouraged it. The only person who minded was of course, Ser Jorah Mormont. Most of the inhabitants who survived the flames had fled the city and renovation works had begun to transform King's Landing into a worthy capital for my new Empire.

"You're doing that thing again, where you get lost in your thoughts!" Daenerys said as she let go of my dick. I could not recall how much time had passed but the amount of saliva coating my now steel hard cock indicated that it has been quite a while since she begun her blowjob.

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am. A year ago I'd never imagine that I'd be sitting on the Iron Throne and that the most beautiful woman in the world wasnt just my wife but she is also the mother of my child." I said as I sensually caressed her bulge through the thin fabric of her dress.

"Im not the only one." Daenerys said as she frantically began to undress. My sister moaned as she mounted me on the Iron Throne, no doubt a fantasy held by past Targaryen kings. However her usually graceful movements were limited by the uncomfortably small throne and her pregnant belly. Without slipping out of her pussy, I turned my wife around so she sat in a reverse cowgirl position.

"Oh brother, this feels better every time!" moaned my sister. Her pussy was as tight and as pleasurable as ever and even though I couldnt see her breasts, I reached around to grope the soft bouncing orbs in each of my hands while I licked and sucked every inch of her exposed creamy white skin.

"Oh yes fill me up! Yes pound your knocked up sister!" Daenerys' dirty talk always worked like aphrodisiac and the constant reminder of our taboo incestual union brought me over the edge. I pumped my sister's occupied womb full of my spunk till it was spilling down our legs and onto the floor.

I would have cursed myself for cumming so quickly but as usual my orgasm triggered hers and we both slumped upon the Iron Throne exhausted. Had anyone walked in on us it would have been a truly inspiring sight. The King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, basking in post-coital bliss while their combined juices flowed down the metal throne that had caused so much conflict in the world.

"Oh! I nearly forgot what I came here to tell you, Missandei is pregnant and unless Grey Worm grew a dick, you are the father!" Daenerys said after a while, masking whatever feelings she had about the matter.

Despite my best attempts to remain stoic and unaffected by the news, my cock jerked at the revelation and my sister felt it.

"Wow someone's happy about becoming a papa." mocked Dany as she let my penis slip from her pussy.

"A little bit." I confessed. "You're not mad are you?"

"Im not mad my love. Truthfully Im surprised it took this long for her to fall pregnant, Doreah is almost 4 months along now and Im sure that you already knocked up that red witch. However I do admit that it sucks to not be the only mother of your children but at least Ill still be their aunt." Daenerys said and she gave a passionate tongue filled kiss to confirm her acceptance.

"Besides, I know you wont end there." Daenerys begun to stroke my hardening dick.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I began to suck her breast and get her revved up for another round.

"I saw the way you looked at the Stark girl and Margaery Tyrell. Believe me, they want you too!" Daenerys moaned and a little bit of breast milk squirt into my mouth.

"Looks like you started lactating" I smiled at her and playfully pinched her nipples "So who do YOU think I should impregnate next?"