A crown for a dragon

The first battle was over. It ended before it even began. It ended before the blades clashed and the arrows flew. It ended in smoke and ash, the enemy reduced to dust. After the ‘battle’, The local lords surrendered immediately. Rosby, Farring, Stokesworth, and others have bent the knee to you the Conquerer. The new lords of Maidenpoole and Duskendale were wise to not continue their predecessors mistake and also bent the knee. With these surrenders, you army has grown considerably. Forces now loyal to you continue to gather to the Aegonfort. All the while you begin to plan the next stage of the invasion.

In the wooden keep of the Aegonfort, You observe the maps of Westeros. You have observed every road and castle. Many obstacles stand in your way. One of them is Harrenhal, the mighty new fortress of King Harren the black. It’s construction was finished not to long ago and is said to surpass all other castles on the continent. It is a challenge you can’t wait to surpass.

“Wine for the future king?” An elegant voice spoke.

Your sister wife Rhaenys entered carrying a bottle of wine and a tray of food. She wore a red and black cloak tied around the waist and neck. She set down the tray and opened the bottle to pour Two goblets.

“Dear Visenya might be to busy to join us. She’s busy with our arriving allies. I feel sorry for the next man who angers our dear sister.”

“Hmmm.” Is all you reply, you continue to read the maps. Rhaenys approached you from behind dropping the cloak as she went. Her naked body was revealed and was soon pressed against your back providing a distraction to your planning.

“Now that the chaos has subsided, are willing to talk?” Rhaenys said massaging your shoulders.

“The dream I had is of no concern, My mind is clear and focused on achieving our ambitions.”

“Do yo remember the story of our ancestor who the dream predicting the doom of our people?”

“Dany the Dreamer, I am aware.” You break your attention from your work and look towards your sister/wife. “These dreams haven’t shown me any doom. But if you are concerned, I will tell you if the dreams get worse.” You place a kiss on her lips.

“Thank you, now let me relax you.” Rhaenys smirked pushing you to the cushions you sleep on. You start to undress yourself and Rhaenys lays beside you placing her tray of food to the side. One hand was feeding you grapes, while the other gently stroked your growing cock.

“Now that have you all to myself, why don’t I mount my dragon.” Rhaenys said.

“This one is harder to tame.” You reply.

Rhaenys pussy parted to take in her prize. Her movements were slow and sensual. She enjoyed every time your cock hit her deepest point. Overtime, her pace would rise along with her pleasure. Her moans were only suppressed when your lips met with hers along with your hands over her breasts.

“Fuck me Aegon!” Rhaenys screamed.

And you did, Hours of pushing you cock into your sister/wife. Her cunt squeezed on your cock in a vice with every orgasim. Th two of you locked lips one final time and you unloaded your potent cum into her womb. For this night you slept a little easier. But dreams of smoke continued to haunt your mind.

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At the high hill of the Aegonfort, gathered around for a ceremony. Atop the hill stood you, your sisters and Orys Baratheon. You knelt to one knee. Visenya approached you and placed a crown of Valyrian steel on your head, seven crimson rubies shined around the ring of the crown. Rhaenys stepped up and proclaimed...

“All hail Aegon Targaryen, King of all Westeros and shield of his people!”

The men raised their swords. Two solders dropped a black banner from the walls of the Aegonfort. A red dragon with three heads stood in the center of the black field. You and your sisters came together as banner flew behind you. The war of conquest had now truly begun.

Harrenhal was the first to fall.