The Beauty of Starfall

For the next few days which lead up to the extravagant wedding, King Aegon, Rhaenys and their three dornish cousins continued to indulge in their carnal passions while evading the watchful eyes of Queen Elia Martell. Unlike his lovers, Aegon still had duties to fulfil as he spent many hours consulting with his vassals and holding court instead of spending the entire day in bed just like his sister. Eventually, the day of Quentyn's wedding finally came and despite being exhausted after bedding his sister, his three cousins and both of the Fowler twins the previous night in an unholy orgy that the pious Tyene called a septsome, he still somehow found the strength in his legs to dance for several hours. The feast was winding down as several of the eldest and the youngest guests had already retired for the night. All that was left was the bedding ceremony, a popular tradition that the young and shy Prince Quentyn had tried to make the king abolish.

Lady Gwyneth Yronwood was comely but Aegon could see why everyone including Quentyn was more enamoured with her older sister, Ynys Yronwood. Lady Ynys had a woman's body, shapely and curvaceous after bearing two children, whereas Gwyneth's body was made up more of sharp angles and bones rather than the soft curves of her older sister.

"Did you know that Rhaenys didn't want you to come here?" Aegon could barely hear Arianne's whisper over the sound of the music that echoed throughout the relatively small Hall. Aegon broke his eyes away from how Princess Rhaenys was sensually dancing with Prince Oberyn to look into the desert-coloured eyes of the Princess of Dorne.

"Why wouldn't she?" Aegon asked as his hand on her bare waist pulled her closer to him so that he could better hear as well as match the way that his sister and uncle were dancing. The clothes that Arianne and half the court were wearing was typically dornish; loose, sensual and revealing just enough skin to keep her modesty.

"I dunno..." Arianne said coyly, refusing to tell the king everything that she knew. "Maybe she was afraid that one of your cousins would seduce you into making them queen or perhaps she wanted one last wild weekend before the two of you become monogamous."

Aegon raised an eyebrow at Arianne's suggestion. While he knew that she was only teasing, he did wonder what troubles his sister would get up to whenever he wasn't around. And with whom.

"If I didn't know any better, Ari, I'd think that you're trying to convince me of marrying you." Aegon stated suspiciously.

"Would that be such a terrible thing?" Arianne asked with a sexy pout. "I would be an amazing queen."

"You are aware that being Queen Consort means that you will have less power and authority than if you were the ruling Princess of Dorne." the king replied.

"Well... At least I'd have access to your big cock whenever I wanted but I cannot see why I cannot be both." Arianne said sultrily causing Aegon to laugh louder than he should. "Besides, I already discussed it with Rhaenys and we both agreed that we could share you just like your father and his two queens. Our eldest child, who I hope will be a daughter, would one day rule Dorne after me and your eldest son with Rhaenys would inherit the Iron Throne."

"Even if I wanted to, I can't." Aegon said sullenly, his face downcast and full of self-pity. He would be lying if he said that he never thought of taking both his sister and all three of his sexy cousins as his wife but deep down he knew that he never could. "There has been incestual kings and there has been polygamous kings but there never has been an incestual polygamous king."

"Except for the Conqueror..." Arianne corrected her royal cousin. "You share his name, his ambition, his lust for power and his..."

"He rode the Black Dread! Only a fool would dare oppose him and his dragon. No matter how hard I ride you and Rhaenys, neither of you will be able to spit fire against our enemies." Aegon said just as the music ended and they were required to switch partners.

"There is only one way to find out, Your Grace." Arianne said cheekily as she paired off with the closest attractive man she could find, Ser Gerold Dayne the Darkstar. Aegon was not fond for the dornish knight and neither was Ser Gerold's more famous cousin, Ser Arthur Dayne. The Darkstar was cruel and sadistic, a trait that somehow drew girls towards him like moths towards a flame and Princess Arianne was no exception but nevertheless he allowed the knight to take Arianne's hand. He was sure that if Arianne didn't become his queen, she would beg her father in order to take Ser Gerold as her husband.

Aegon himself was not short of admirers who were **** to dance with him but the feast was winding down and he wanted to share the last dance with his sister. He courteously dismissed Lady Myria Jodayne, the widowed yet beautiful Lady Blackmont and both of the Fowler twins and made his way through the crowd as he had set his eyes on another. His future queen. As he pushed past a dozen beautiful women who were eager to spend the night with him, Aegon saw his sister silently slinking away into the dark hallway with his uncle, in a hurry and holding hands. Yeah, that's not in the least bit suspicious! Aegon thought with a frown as he stealthily followed them, staying within the shadows and out of view, a skill he ironically learned from the Red Viper. Rhaenys and Oberyn eventually entered an unassuming room at one of the most remote corners of the keep and Aegon quietly placed his ear to the thin wooden door all while dreading to what he might hear. Yet his curious mind couldn't resist imagining what horror was happening on the other side of the door.

"Mmm... Ive missed you, Uncle Oberyn." came the unmistakable voice of Princess Rhaenys over the sound of wet kissing and the tearing of fabric.

"I've missed you too, Princess. Or should I start calling you, my queen?" Oberyn replied snarkily making Rhaenys laugh in response and Aegon's heart drop.

"Not yet but soon. I've got Aegon wrapped around my fingers, or should I say, wrapped between my legs. He is as addicted to my pussy as I am to your cock. I am sure that he will make the announcement once we returned to King's Landing."

"Mmm, that's good." Aegon heard Oberyn mumble, his speech was barely audible as if he had something in his mouth, which made Aegon's jealousy flare up. "I admit sweetheart, I'm gonna miss you and I'm gonna miss eating this, when you do become queen."

"Don't be silly, Uncle. Why do we have to stop? I love him, I truly do but Aegon is nothing compared to you, Uncle Oberyn." Rhaenys' words were like daggers as it tore through Aegon's soul, hurting him more than anything he'd ever felt before. "I have also stopped drinking my moontea ever since I left the capital. I may already be carrying Aegon's child, if not, you have the chance to sire another Sand Snake."

Aegon was seething. Livid with rage and jealousy as he walked away from the room where his uncle was currently fucking his sister and he headed back to the party, **** to forget about what he had heard. He has had his suspicions about Oberyn and Rhaenys but over the last few days, he felt like his sister was finally becoming a woman worthy of being queen. He genuinely believed that he would be more than enough to satisfy Rhaenys' ridiculously high libido which made her affair with her own uncle, twice as hurtful. He felt like he was only one push away from becoming a mad tyrant like his grandfather and he could hear an evil voice from the darkest corner of his mind whispering, Burn them all!

"The hot-blooded temper of a Martell and the volatile nature of a Targaryen is a dangerous mix, Aegon, you need to control your emotions if you want to control yourself. And a king who cannot control himself cannot in turn control his kingdom". His father's words of wisdom echoed through his head as he walked in silence through the dark and twisting hallway, breathing deeply and counting to ten in an effort to quell his anger. Even when he was a boy, Rhaegar had noticed how quickly Aegon's temper flared and had warned his son of the dangers of a wrothful ruler. But the voice of reason and temperance was quickly drowned out by Rhaenys' own loud hurtful words. He is nothing compared to you, Uncle Oberyn.

Aegon knew that he was being unreasonable. That his jealousy was merely petty and was more suited for a spoilt child than for the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. After all, he just spent an entire week fucking two of Oberyn's daughters and he would have also seduced Sarella and Obara Sand if one was interested in boys and the other didn't look like a fucking boy. He had even fucked Oberyn's paramour, Ellaria Sand, on several occasions and there was even a slim but possible chance that the young Loreza Sand was actually his firstborn bastard child despite Ellaria's firm denial.

"Good evening, Your Grace..." Before Aegon could round the corner and head into the Great Hall where the feast was held, an angelic voice broke the king from his thoughts and immediately brought a smile to his face.

"Lady Ashara, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Aegon said courteously despite the fact that he was advancing towards the purple-eyed dornish beauty with a hunger in his own eyes.

"The pleasure is entirely mine. But you can drop the formalities, Aegon." Ashara said as she stepped up to the king. Like all the members of House Dayne, Ashara was taller than most dornishmen, standing at six-feet tall and barely an inch shorter than Aegon.

"Aunt Ash, its been so long." Aegon said, his face softening and his anger fading under Ashara's hypnotic gaze. She was beautiful beyond compare. Despite her dark black hair, Ashara's unblemished pale white skin and striking violet eyes made her look more like a true Targaryen than Princess Rhaenys' dornish complexion.

"We had places to be and people to rule." Ashara replied as her hands came up to caress his silver-gold hair. Aegon merely nodded as he enjoyed the older woman's ministrations. He had always been close to the Dornish beauty and Ashara had been his first crush and he spent his entire adolescent years fantasising about her. However, a few weeks prior to his 18th nameday, she had to leave King's Landing following the tragic **** of her eldest brother in order to return to Starfall and rule as her young nephew's regent. Ever since, Aegon saw less and less of her, something he hoped to correct tonight.

"The feast is over and the bedding is currently underway. Yet, I have no one to share this expensive bottle of white wine from Lys." Ashara said sullenly as she caressed Aegon's muscular arms with a sexy pout on her face. "Care to join me?"

"Depends, auntie." Aegon said as he took the heavy bottle from her hand and inspected it. "Where's your room?"

Pieces of broken furniture and torn clothes lay on the floor alongside the forgotten bottle of wine as Aegon and Ashara frantically rid themselves of their clothing. Their lips hadn't separated ever since they entered the room and neither cared as to whom may hear their rather loud moans. As soon as Aegon managed to rid Ashara of her dress, the Lady of Starfall forcefully pushed the young Lord of the Seven Kingdoms onto the nearest sturdy chair and climbed atop his lap.

Aegon bent forward and took a rosy nipple into his mouth. He gently bit it and Ashara moaned again, no longer caring who may hear her wanton cries. He pinched and pulled at the other one before swapping between them ensuring that each pink peaks were crystal hard and wet from his ministrations.

"Mmm... You always did prefer my breasts." Ashara moaned as Aegon kept on suckling one of her large breast while his hand groped the other.

"What do you mean?"

"Before you were weaned, your mother's milk ran dry. Not wanting a stranger to be your wet nurse, Elia gave you over to Lyanna and I. Your stepmother often fed you alongside her son in the hopes that the two of you will grow up to be close but dare I say, I was always your favourite."

"I can see why." Aegon stated as he admired the older woman's breasts. Despite being a few years older than his mother, Ashara looked young enough to pass for a woman in her mid-twenties and her breasts, while large and heavy, still held firm and defied the maesters' law of gravity. Aegon picked up the mature beauty in his strong arms and carried her to the bed.

Ashara clearly enjoyed being manhandled by her younger lover and she laughed when Aegon threw her onto the soft mattress. Her laughter was quickly cut short as Aegon latched on to her lips and kissed her with a ferocity that even surprises himself. Rhaenys' words were still ringing in his head and fucking the Dornish beauty was the best way to forget about his slutty sister. However, despite being eager to take control of the situation and fuck the Seven Hells out of Ashara, Aegon found himself unable to stop her from switching their position as Ashara climbed atop of his erect cock and slowly impaled herself upon the entirety of his considerable length.

Ashara rested on top of the young man's lap, his cock buried to the hilt within her. Ashara raised a hand and placed it onto her stomach as she took in a deep breath, as if it was a strenuous task to be able to fit him within her quivering and incredibly tight pussy. The sight alone was nearly enogh to make Aegon come undone but through sheer **** of will, he mustered the stamina and strenght to keep himself from coming prematurely.

"It has been so long since I've had a cock this big inside of me!" Ashara panted, still not moving on top of the impatient Aegon.

"Really? Surely you can have any man you want." Aegon replied, his hands at her waist. Wishing and desperately wanting Ashara to start moving and create that friction which will push him over the edge.

"I do not know whether that's true but for the past few years, I've only allowed women in my bed. They are much more... Pleasurable." Ashara said as she began to lift herself up higher until only the tip of his cock remained in her pussy and then she slammed herself down, taking all of his length inside of her. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was so loud that Aegon was sure (and hoped) that it was heard throughout the castle. Ashara's cunt was warm, wet and tight and he could feel his troubles fading away as his euphoria rose with every single one of Ashara's thrust. Her tits rubbed against his chest and Aegon began to slap her large fleshy ass, she was more buxom than anyone Aegon slept with and she even had an ass that would put Arianne to shame.

For several minutes, Ashara continued to wildly hump above the young man, her large breasts bouncing erratically in front of Aegon's eyes, putting him in a hypnotic trance where everything in the universe faded away, save for Ashara and her magnificent breasts.

"Ohhh shit! I'm gonna cum already, ohh fuck... Argh!!!" Ashara's pleasured filled the room and Aegon kept thrusting up into her sopping pussy to prolong and heightened her climax.

After a few moments of allowing Ashara to gently rock above him and savor the last vestiges of her orgasm, Aegon broke out of the trance that Ashara's bouncing breasts imposed upon him and flipped their positions but not before urging her to get on her hands and knees.

“Yes, yes yes... Keep going, Oh Gods, you’re in so deep,” Ashara moaned as Aegon slipped inside her and began to thrust within her once again. “You’re so fucking deep, I can feel you in my fucking throat, that's it son. Fuck me. Fuck mommy, harder!!"

Aegon just grunted as he fucked her from behind. The sight of her large and her twisted words was almost too much for him. He quickly grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and roughly pulled her back like she was no more than a broodmare. He kissed her fiercely and instead of being afraid of his dominance, Ashara looked up to him with raw unadulterated lust in her enchanting eyes, urging him to continue his ruthless thrusts and the moans that came out of her mouth was a mixture of curses and praise, begging him to fuck her harder.

And he did.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Aegon warned the Dornish beauty as his rhythm suddenly began to falter as his stamina reached its limits and he felt his balls churning to release its potent contents in Ashara's eager cunt. He had no idea how long he had been fucking her. An hour? Less than five minutes? He had managed to fuck Ashara to an orgasm without cumming and he was sure that he couldn't endure a second without losing his control.

"It's... Oh yesss... Just do it! Fucking cum inside me you dirty motherfucker!" Ashara cried out as she too was suddenly pushed over the edge by the thought of the king cumming inside her fertile pussy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came undone beneath the Dragon King. Her cunt spasm and contracted around Aegon's pistoning cock as if she was milking him dry, trying to squeeze every single drop of his seed out of his cock.

With a bestial roar, Aegon thrust once, twice and then another before thrusting to the hilt within her orgasmic pussy and released his virile seed into her fertile womb. As they kissed, neither of the two pair cared of the consequences of their heated lovemaking which may or may not result in a love child.

"I cannot believe that the two of you would do this to me." Suddenly a stern voice broke the two pair out of their post-coital bliss. Aegon's cock instinctively jerked and spewed another rope of cum into Ashara's twitching pussy as he recognised the voice of the intruder and he turned his head to stare directly into the scornful yet beautiful eyes of his own mother.

"Egg!" Queen Elia said as she stared at the river of white that was overflowing from where her son was intimately connected to her best friend. "We need to talk, NOW!!!"