An Endless Summer

The polyamorous wedding was held at midnight on what should be a cold winter's night but the sun was still shining brightly on the capital. Spring had returned to Westeros and the snows from all lands south of the Wall had melted away. Flowers began to bloom from the defrosted fields and the birds were chirping in celebration of the end of the great winter. People of all race and religion flocked to King's Landing so they could witness the miraculous phenomenon and the Red Priestesses preached that the sun was being fueled by the fires of my lust and that the divine union between me and my daughters would herald the beginning of a new age and an endless summer.

Melisandre stood before my four eldest daughters and myself as my lovely brides said their vows, with passion and love in their eyes. All lords and ladies of the realm was in attendance including my four pregnant wives. The only person who seemed envious of my new brides was my 17 year old daughter with Margaery Tyrell, the ambitious Princess Olenna. She hated the fact that her half-sisters had beaten her to the punch just because she was born a few months later. She even pointed out that historically, girls were deemed to come of age once they bleed for the first time.

Like her sisters, her time will come. But not today.

"Lord of Light." Melisandre said at the conclusion of the ceremony after all four of my daughters had exchanged their vows. "Will you take these four maidens as your loving wives, to share your fire with them and to keep them warm when the night is dark and full of terrors?"

"I do." I said as the crowd murmured their agreement and my adult daughters had never looked so beautiful and happy as I placed a valyrian steel wedding band upon each of their slender fingers.

The wedding feast was the largest ever held at the capital. The Great Hall was more than large enough to host an army yet it was filled to capacity. Despite the tens of thousands of guests, I ensured that there was enough leftover food to feed the entire population of Westeros. However, I spent less than a few minutes at my own wedding reception before my brides and I, urged by Daenerys, rushed to our marital chambers to consumate our marriage.

As I led my new wives to our new chambers, an orgy erupted in the hall, assisted by Melisandre and Doreah. Fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, loving siblings and cousins all indulged in their carnal lusts for one another. Countless years of warfare had bled the realm dry and too many Great Houses were on the brink of dying out but now, now was the time to breed new blood.

I opened the door to my newly furnished bedchambers and my daughter gasped in awe. Using my reality-warping powers, the room itself had no walls and thus it was as large as an entire universe. My own version of Heaven-on-Earth.

"Oh my!" Rhaenys said as she and Shiera stood slack-jawed while Kinvara eagerly ventured into the sacred room eager to begin her new life as my wife. Meanwhile, Visenya saw that her sisters were distracted so she jumped on top of me and began to lustfully tongue-fuck my mouth.

"Im gonna enjoy being married." She panted once she broke free of my mouth and I carried her to a large bed that magically appeared just for this occasion. I could have easily used my powers to rid ourselves of our restricting wedding attire but I loved the look in my daughter's eyes as I forcefully ripped her expensive clothes off her sexy body.

"Daddddddyyyy...." Visenya moaned breathlessly as she came hard as soon as I impaled her upon my cock. Immediately, my three other daughters moaned lustfully and nearly collapsed on their knees in rapture, as they felt the pleasure that was coursing through Visenya's orgasmic body. The wedding rings that I had gave them was imbued with my powers and served as a link to their souls, connecting their mind and body. They could feel every climax and every orgasm that their sisters-wives experienced.

"Oooh, thats cheating daddy." Rhaenys moaned as she tried to compose herself. "I wanted to cum with your dick within me."

"We have the rest of lives, sweetheart." I said with a smile as I continued to thrust within the younger of my eldest daughters while she was still high on her orgasm. Kinvara and Shiera, ever obedient, bent down to fondle and suck Visenya's breast while Rhaenys came to me and kissed me with all the love and passion that she could muster. We continued like this for hours, rotating whenever one was feeling left out and by the end of the night all of my brides' pussy was dripping with atleast a dozen loads of my cum.

With my daughter-wives by my side, I felt invincible. As I lay on the bed with the four beauties on either side of me, I started having visions. I felt like I was living in the past, the present and the future simultaneously. But instead of being disoriented as I was used to, my mind was clear.

I could see all.

I was remembering events that have not yet happened, such as the birth of my granddaughters and watching them grow for eighteen years before they inevitably joined their mother/sister in my bed. I could see my daughter-brides atop their dragons alongside me as we conquered southern Sothoryos and Ulthos. I could see the beautiful inhabitants of the mystical lands west of Westeros, hailing me as thier god and their beautiful amazonian queen calling me Zeus as I impregnated her with the first of her wonderful daughters. I could also vividly recall, a beautiful and strangely familiar MILF by the name of Rhaella as she begged me to impregnate her with the children that her fire-obsessed and impotent brother-husband could not. My omniscient mind could also see my homecoming, the return to the world I had left behind so long ago as I travelled throughout the multiverse alongside my adventurous and lustful daughter, Nymeria.