Rhaenyra Targaryen In a 40K Crossover

(Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or over)
Lucas Porter thought very hard about what he saw as a very serious question. "I can have sex with literally anyone, anywhere? What if they are not a real person? What if they are a fictional character?" Lucas asked his mother.

"No problem." Amy said waiving off her son's question like it was nothing. "summon someone from another universe, open a portal to an alternate reality, or meet them in the middle. For the sake of sex, I can set up some pretty elaborate scenarios."

"Really?" Lucas said in a tone that made it clear that he took this as a challenge.

"Really." The genie said with a confident nod of her head.

"Alright then." Lucas said as he cracked his knuckles. "I wish..."

***

Rhaenyra Targaryen sat on Lord Baratheon's seat toying with her rings as the most recent batch of suitors lined up to present their claims for her hand in marriage. Bald men, beardless boys, impoverished braggarts and up-jumped minor nobles whose grandfathers' were stable boys and hedge knights.

As Lord Dondarion stepped back, young Willem Blackwood stepped forward to make his claim for the future queen's hand in marriage. "Princess..." The westrosi knight's words were cut off by the unfamiliar sound of afterburners.

Man, horse, and raven went into a panic as a strange object shaped like an enormous, boxy dragon made of metal with the fire come out the wrong end descended into the courtyard of Storms End. Knights and men at arms surrounded the thing which came screaming out of the sky. Their spears pointing at the flying contraption.

The rear of the Valkyrie drop ship opened up. First came a group of servitors carrying cargo containers, then a flamboyantly dressed rogue trader in a wide brimmed hat strolled down the gangway with a tempestus honor guard flanking him and a woman dressed like a joy girl taking up the rear. "Lord Admiral Lucas Porter of the Rogue Trader house of Porters, pilot of the knight cerastus Kingdom Shaker, commander of the Gloriana class starship Pathlayer, governor militant of the Geormartus Cluster. Here to call upon the princess Rhaenyra Targaryen." Said the servitors in unison using the common tongue. Their cybernetic modifications brought reactions of horror from most of the Westerosi. Rhaenyra was fascinated, especially by the lord who commanded this display of otherworldly power and wealth.

"My apologies for being late." Lucas said as he walked right up to princess Rhaenyra. "I only recently heard about your royal procession." Lucas ignored the Kingsguard. Trusting that nothing short of valyrian steel would be able to so much as scratch his armored clothing to say nothing of his shield generator. He would leave it to his four schola raised elite guardsmen to sort things out with their fellow bodyguards. Lucas tapped on the opened the seal of one of the cargo boxes the servitors were carrying. With a his of a pressure seal being broken, Lucas opened the box to reveal a fortune in gold coins stamped with the double headed aquila of The Imperium of Man. On cue, the other three boxes opened to display silks, spices, and exotic candied fruits. "Gifts." Lucas said. to the astonishment of the crowd. The goods were probably worth more than most of these lords made in a decade, to say nothing of the gold.

Lucas got right up inside of Rhaenyra's personal space before removing his hat with a flourish and giving the princess a bow. "You are even more beautiful than the actress who plays you in the. the holo-vid drama." Lucas said remember to not break character. But he was not wrong. This real Rhaenyra Targaryen with her purple eyes and platinum hair had a truly otherworldly beauty that no one born on Earth could quite capture. She was a pure blooded Valyrian, last of a dying race.

"Your words are strange, my lord, yet your meaning is clear." Rhaenyra said offering the newcomer a curtsy. "I welcome you to my father's lands and offer you the hospitality of the seven kingdoms." The princess said doing her best to ignore the looks of frustration, jealousy, and fear on the faces of the onlookers. "You are quite unlike anyone I have ever met, where is that you are from?"

Lucas smiled and pointed skywards to a cluster of stars that were both new and visible in full daylight. "I am the master of fifteen voidcraft with a capital class rating, plus small and support craft." Lucas said waving off the multi-ton destroyers with weapons capable of wiping cities off of the map as if they were a rounding error. Lucas could see that Rhaenyra was confused. Lucas switched from the common tongue to High Valyrian, Rhaenyra's native tongue "My ship is my home. But instead of sailing on water, my fleet sails the sea that is between the stars. I go where I will exploring the many wonders found on the countless spheres that people call home."

Rhaenyra's eyes went wide with shock, her features softening as fascination turned to interest. "And, you have sailed across this sea of stars to ask for my hand in marriage?" the Targaryen princess asked in Valyrian, her eyebrow cocked as she waited for an answer. The crowd, already annoyed by the foreign intruder, were quite livid as the pair switched into a language that none of them spoke.

"No." Lucas said. Seeing the look of surprise on the princess's face made the young man smirk. "I came to ask if you will give me your hand in marriage after I tame Vermithor."
"Tame Vermithor?" Rhaenyra asked with incredulity. "Are you serious?"
"As serious as blood magic." Lucas said, using an idiom that sounded better in the original language. "I shall armor up and confront the great beast and the dragon will learn to serve me, there is no other outcome."

"How can you be so confident about confronting a dragon?" Rhaenyra asked.
"Tell me your answer is yes, and you will find out." Lucas answered.
"What?" Rhaenyra had been so swept up by the way the exotic stranger smelled like he bathed with soap on a daily basis.
"If I can tame Vermithor, then will you marry me?" Lucas Porter asked the crown princess of the seven kingdoms of Westeros.

Princess Rhaenyra bit her lip to muffle the moan that she had started to make. The noble maiden felt her womanhood stir. The young nubile had never met a man, other than her uncle Daemon, who had made her feel this way before. The woman began to squirm in front of some of the most prominent lords of the River and Storm lands.
"Can I take that as a 'yes?'" Lucas asked. Rhaenyra nodded. Lucas smiled and held out his hand. "Are you coming?"

"That is enough cur!" Ser Criston Cole shouted as he drew his sword and leveled it at Lucas. The tempestus bodyguards pointed their hellguns at the knight. Only Lucas's calm demeanor and hold order prevented the guardsmen from turning the knight into a pile of hot goo. "You come here with your sorcery to abduct our princess!" The white cloak turned to the assembled lords and shouted. "This witch wants to steal away The Realm's delight!" Ser Criston cried out. The crowd began to stir. Hands moved to swords.

"That is enough Ser Criston! I am ordering you to stand down, now." Rhaenyra said.

"I cannot. I am sworn to protect you, not obey you. My oaths demand that I send this demon back to whatever hell he came from." Ser Criston Cole said.
Lucas shrugged and stepped beyond the protective perimeter is his tempestus team before he took off his coat to reveal the weapons belt he wore beneath it. "Are you really, really, sure that you want to do this?" Lucas asked as he unsheathed his master crafted power sword. "You cannot beat me." Lucas touched the double eagle pendant with the built in void shield generator. "I am protected by powerful machine spirits and my faith in The Emperor." Lucas turned to princess Rhaenyra and told her that "you might not want to watch this. This is going to be a lot uglier than most trials by..." Lucas's words were cut off by the crackle of shields.

The crowd cried out in shock and amazement as the shimmering bubble of light seemed to appear out of nowhere around Lucas which caused Ser Criston's sword to shatter. The knight looked at the blade less hilt of his sword in horror. Lucas touched the activation rune on his curved dueling blade to cause the weapon to crackle and glow with an arcane blue light. With a flick of the wrist, Lucas Porter sliced through Ser Criston Cole's armor, skin, muscles, and bones as if they were not even there at all. It happened so fast that Ser Criston's first indication that he had been cut was when his chest slid free from his torso.

Considering the **** nature of the situation, the onlooking crowd were far more fascinated than frightened. Ser Criston had been the aggressor, he had been warned off, and he had attacked first like a knave. Lord Baratheon congratulated the strange lord from the sky. Upon asking where he might acquire a sword with such power for himself, Lucas Porter handed the Lord of Storm's End the sword as a gift. "To remember this day, and to remind you of the might of The Emperor." Lucas put his coat back on and turned to Rhaenyra. "Are you coming, my princess?" Lucas asked in High Valyrian.

The royal maiden allowed herself to be swept up by her new beloved. The young nubile was swooning with love for this swashbuckling stranger from the stars. The pair walked up the gangway of the Valkyrie with the bodyguards, servitors, and the scantily clad woman all following behind them.

As the hatch sealed and the antigrav engines kicked on moments before the jets fired up, Amy turned to see Lucas and Rhaenyra wrapped in one anothers' arms. The two young virgins indulging in the opportunity to enjoy some passionate kissing and heavy petting. When Lucas laid out the elaborate scenario he wanted for his first time, Amy's initial thoughts were that it all seemed like a lot of foreplay for something that should be quick and dirty. But seeing how much her son was delighting in the moment. She was glad that she had not tried to pressure her son to rush things. A lot of foreplay, hopefully for a big finale.