Family Fun

For what seemed like an eternity, we three lovers brought Rhaella's memories and fantasies to life. My powers reached out to shapeshift not just myself, but the entire room...

Suddenly, our divinely beautiful daughter-mother was lying not on the brightly colored pink and purple bed of a teenage princess, but instead on the curtained, crimson, satiny and sensual bed of Queen Rhaella Targaryen which she had dreamed about for so long. She visibly shivered in excitement and looked up to find me standing there in the form of Rhaegar, all 12 inches of my kingly scepter on display for her worship. With a smile of pure joy she spread her legs wide with a flexibility she never could have managed in her old body, somehow causing my throbbing length to grow even harder and thicker.

Just then I felt a playful nibble on my ear along with a much stranger feeling, almost a ripple... barely perceptible, like someone dipping a toe into the vast ocean of my divine powers. I turned to see Daenerys, yet not Daenerys. Her innocent features were very like my adorable little sister's, with big purple eyes, soft lips made for kissing, and a cute little nose with a splash of freckles spilling onto her blushing cheeks... but this girl was strikingly raven-haired, thick black waves flowing down pale skin all the way to her fertile hips, where a trimmed little jet-black tuft of pubes playfully drew attention to her pussy. What's more, she chose to use a dark ring of eyeliner, tinting that innocent amethyst gaze with a smokiness that I hadn't known it could hold. Together, it was a stunning mix of the almost elven beauty of the Targaryen's Valyrian features and the mysterious allure of the Blackwood's dark, fey look.

"Dany," I started reflexively, but she shushed me with a smile and a finger to my lips. "Shaera," she corrected, and for a moment I almost believed her. But as much as she was enjoying this kinky roleplay, she could never hide the light in her eyes of the woman I loved - the inner fire of the Dragon Queen.

"Mommy," Rhaella sighed - a word we had rarely heard out of her for years, and never with such love. Daenerys spun around in delight and leaped onto the bed, embracing the taller girl, hugging daughter's cheek to mother's bosom and cooing lovingly. "My baby girl!"

As hot as the sight was of two of my daughter-wives intertwining while still breathing hard and flushed from orgasm, I held back and quietly joined in the roleplay. With a wink to Daenerys, I too got on the bed and spooned Rhaella from behind, sandwiching her between the two of us. After all, I knew just how much playing the role of Rhaella's mother Shaera meant to Dany - how much she had loved the story of her grandparents Shaera and Jaehaerys Targaryen, the star-crossed sibling lovers...

By now my childhood as Viserys was almost as real to me as my memories of growing up as Michael, and one of my most treasured memories was from that time together in exile. On the nights when the world seemed the most uncaring, the usually quiet little queen-to-be would feel the heart of the dragon stirring in her, her gentle but assertive personality starting to wake. Before I knew it she would have burrowed under my bedsheets, and if she didn't fall asleep right then and there, her wide-eyed face would pop out of her cocoon of blankets and she would ask me whatever was on her mind. Often Dany asked for stories of the family she never knew, falling asleep with her head on my chest, lulled as much by my heartbeat and warmth as by my voice.

The story of her grandparents quickly became a favorite, growing in the telling to a Romeo and Juliet-like tale of a sister and brother: their parents, seeing their growing love, tried to keep them apart for the sake of their arranged betrothals into Houses Tyrell and Tully, but their passion only grew. Unlike that story, though, their tale was hardly a tragedy. It wasn't exactly a fairytale, either, but Daenerys still took deep pride in the fact that first her great-grandparents, then her great-uncle, then Shaera and Jaehaerys themselves had each decided to marry for love despite the personal costs.

That explained just how deeply she had been touched when I rode into that Dothraki wedding as her knight in literal shining armor, not only giving her back the brother she once knew and loved, but being willing to give up that chance at the Iron Throne and more importantly putting my life on the line against all odds to save her and marry her. In fact, after learning of my history in the other world that had brought me here, to my surprise she had excitedly insisted that even if I didn't understand it yet, I had come that day to answer her prayers. Even more surprisingly, with the slowly growing understanding of my godly powers I had found the idea hard to argue against.

As a result of all that, if I was going to fulfill Rhaella's fantasies and give her another nameday tryst with Rhaegar, Dany had a few fantasies of her own to add. Besides, even if she hadn't, by now I knew well that my dominant dragon of a little sister just couldn't resist joining in sexy fun with me or any of our family and taking charge at least a little, and what better role for our daughter's loving, incestuous mum to play than Rhaella's past life's loving, incestuous mum?

For a minute, Rhaella was content just to snuggle against both of us and let her silky hair be stroked, but finally she looked up with a soft smile and let herself imagine that she was back in her dreams with her mother and her son. "Mother," she admitted, "I'm... in love with Rhaegar."

"And he's clearly in love with you," Daenerys answered. With a mischievous little smile, she reached down between her daughter's legs and cupped one of my heavy balls hanging there, and as she knew it would, the stimulation caused my erection to press even harder into the small of Rhaella's back. "What are you waiting for? You should marry him. He has enough love in his heart for both you and Elia... and even Lyanna, too."

To Dany's delight, I joined her play without missing a beat. "You should listen to your mother," I whispered softly in Rhaella's ear. "I loved you long before Elia or Lyanna." The girl shivered, eyes closed... her tongue darted out to taste the glistening drops of milk welling on the swollen pillows where she was resting, as she had innocently done long before. Not so innocently, however, one by one I felt four delicate and warm hands begin to worship the cock that had brought them into this world...