The Bells

Aegon woke up with the sun. It took him long blinking moments to realise that it wasn't the first golden rays of daylight shimmering through the crimson drapes of his large bedroom windows that roused him from his slumber but the tight wet heat that engulfed his cock.

"Good morning, princess." Aegon moaned as his sister took his entire cock down her throat and hummed, sending vibrations of pleasure coursing through his body. With a mouth full of cock, Rhaenys didn't answer and instead looked at Aegon with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she hollowed her cheeks and begun to enthusiastically suck Aegon's cock with the skills that would rival even that of a Lysene bedslave, not that he had any experience in such matters.

His cock was already hard as steel and covered with copious amounts of his sister's saliva making Aegon wonder for just how long she had been servicing him whilst he slept. Rhaenys' lust was always insatiable and it became even more so during her pregnancy. Not wanting his firstborn to be born with the trait of bastardy and despite the Small Council's insistance that Aegon wait until the New Year so that the celebrations will coincide with the 300th Anniversary of the Conquest, Aegon decreed that he would marry Princess Rhaenys within a fortnight.

Aegon didn't know why he had been so **** to marry Rhaenys in the first place. The smallfolk didn't seem to care as they were used to nearly three centuries of Targaryens marrying Targaryens. Furthermore, both Aegon and Rhaenys was beloved by the common people of the city. The nobles and the were surely disappointed that their daughters were passed over but they nonetheless congratulated the king on his choice of bride, however, the likes of Arianne Martell still held on to the mad belief that Aegon would follow Rhaegar's steps and take on a second wife.

Even Illyrio Mopatis who had most reasons to hate Aegon's choice of bride, didn't seem to hold any ill will towards the king. Instead the Pentoshi was quick to asked the king's permission to approach Lord Tywin Lannister with a marriage offer between Ser Jaime Lannister and Visenya Mopatis.

Aegon agreed but he knew that no matter how much gold Illyrio Mopatis offered Lord Tywin, the Lion of the West would never see his proud golden line diluted with the blood of a foreign cheesemonger.

The most prominent opposition to Aegon's marriage was unsurprisingly the High Septon. However, before 'His Holiness' could make any public statement against the king's upcoming marriage, Aegon confronted him in The Imp's Delight, a luxurious brothel owned by Lord Tyrion Lannister. Caught in a compromising position and surrounded by seven prostitutes in a debauched mockery of the Seven, His Holiness had **** but to reinstate the Doctrine of Exceptionalism and eloquently proclaim to all the people of the city that "although God made us all, he did not made us all alike and it is not for men to question the heart of a dragon."

"You took a while to wake up." Rhaenys said with a smile as she released his cock, yet it was still connected to her lips by a string of her saliva.

"I needed time to recover from last night," Aegon said fondly, remembering the wild night they had shared mere hours ago. Rhaenys' libido have become even more insatiable after she became pregnant and if she had had her way, she would spend every waking moment with Aegon's cock in either one of her three orifices.

"Nap time is over, old man." Rhaenys said lustfully as she peppered kisses all over his cock before licking the entire underside, from his balls to the leaking head. Aegon growled as Rhaenys took his cock into her mouth once again, this time not stopping until she took the entire thing into her mouth, which was no small feat. His dornish cousin, Tyene Sand, was the only other person who was capable of deepthroating his cock without difficulty.

Rhaenys' eyes began to water as her lush lips wrapped around the thick base of Aegon's cock and Aegon could feel the tip against the back of her throat. Just as slowly, Rhaenys withdrew the manhood from her mouth till her lips was just barely kissing the tip. Then slowly, she repeated her actions, over and over again until her slow pace was as much **** as it was pleasurable. Aegon brought a hand to her head to urge her onwards but ever the vixen, Rhaenys disengaged from Aegon's cock just as it was on the brink of release and looked at the king with wickedness in her bright brown eyes.

The princess had no desire of tasting Aegon's seed. Ever since she became pregnant Rhaenys wanted her brother's seed deep in her pussy for as long as possible.

Aegon then flipped them until she lay beneath him, Rhaenys giddy with excitement at Aegon's show of dominance. As soon as her back hit the mattress, Aegon's lips were upon hers, locked in a passionate embrace as they expressed their love without words. Rhaenys wrapped her long legs around Aegon's waist, urging him to fill her.

Aegon didn't waste any time as he buried his length in Rhaenys' cunt. As always, Rhaenys was already sopping wet and ready for Aegon, and he didn't waste any time as he was already close to the edge and he began to fuck his sister roughly in the hopes of drawing a quick orgasm out of her.

"Fuck me..." Rhaenys panted against Aegon's open mouth, sharing air as they chased their orgasm. Aegon gripped Rhaenys' slender hips firmly as their flesh noisily slapped against each other. With his passionate pace, Rhaenys' bountiful breasts began to sway on her chest, locked in an hypnotic erotic motion that was the most beautiful sight that Aegon had ever seen. Naturally, Aegon could only stare for so long before he bent his head to the dancing orbs and capture a hard brown nipple into his mouth, eliciting the sweetest of moans from the goddess beneath him.

It was moments like these that made Aegon truly feel like a king.

"Fuck," Aegon muttered against Rhaenys' panting mouth as her cunt painfully constricted around his pistoning cock, "Im not going to last long."

"Do it Aegon," came Rhaenys' breathy answer, desperately gasping for air. "Cum inside me. I'm close too, just fill me... Fill me up baby brother."

Whether it was Rhaenys' explosive orgasm or her shamefully dirty words, Aegon quickly lost his resolve like a prepubescent virgin and buried his cock deep into his sister's contracting pussy as he joined her in bliss. His body was wrecked by an inexplicable wave of pleasure as he plastered his sister's occupied womb full of his virile seed.

"I want to do this... Everyday for the rest of our lives." Rhaenys said breathlessly and Aegon could do nothing but smile back as he held her close and he leaned in for another kiss, their lips slightly swollen and bruised from their intense lovemaking.

"We'll have to get out of bed eventually if we want to get married." Aegon replied contently, the terror of matrimony no longer daunting him as he knew he'll be fine with Rhaenys at his side. Just as he was about to heed Rhaenys' advice and spend the entire day in bed, he heard a muffled ringing sound in the distance.

Initially, Aegon didn't pay much mind to the sound as it was customary for the bells of the Great Sept of Baelor to ring during morning prayers but the sound was too close and it became clear that it were coming from the bell tower of the Red Keep itself.

Ding! DONG! Ding! DONG! . . .

"Why are the bells ringing?" Rhaenys asked confused, raising herself off Aegon's chest to better hear the ominous sound but Aegon remained silent as a cold chill swept over him and filled his body with an intense dread. The ringing was muffled as if the bell's hammers were covered with leather. And the last time it had rung like that was just a few months ago. . .

At his father's funeral.