The Iron King

Daenerys gave birth to two healthy baby girls and she named them Rhaenys and Visenya, in honor of our ancestors and the first Targaryen queens.

However, my bliss eventually came to an end as peace never last long in Westeros. With the bulk of the Northern Army trapped south of Moat Caillin and Robb incapacitated, the Ironborn made several gains in the North and captured several strongholds along the western shore including House Mormont's Bear Island.

I sent a raven to Pyke, demanding that Balon Greyjoy withdraw his forces from the mainland and bend the knee in exchange for his life and the life of his Ironborn kin but he stupidly refused my terms. I gave Stannis Baratheon and Jorah Mormont the command of my navy to find and destroy the Greyjoy's Iron Fleet and thus leave the Ironborn forces stranded in the North.

It would take a couple of days for the royal fleet to sail from Dragonstone and all the way around Dorne to reach the western coast, a journey that would take a few minutes if I flew on my dragon and so I stayed at Casterly Rock till it was time to rain fire upon the Iron Islands.

Ever since we moved away from King's Landing, my third wife Margaery Tyrell has been increasingly affectionate and I would always end up filling her already preggo belly atleast thrice a day. After the birth of my daughters, Margaery was hoping that she was carrying my firstborn son and heir and thus making her my primary wife over Daenerys. Little did she know that she would one day play second fiddle to her own growing child, our daughter.

However, one day while I had already pumped her cunt full and she was blowing me to hardness for a second time that morning, all of a sudden, I began to feel faint. My throat went dry, my knees became weak and my vision began to fade. Wait! Was I poisoned?! I knew I should have made myself invincible and invulnerable to all harm, and now ill never get another chance to knock up Daenerys again and have sex with that pretty young Lannister girl or that feisty knife-wielding Sand Snake or that sexy wildling gi............ And then, darkness.

Before I opened my heavy eyes, I could hear the loud and thunder-like crash of the waves so I knew that I was still at Casterly Rock or atleast near the coast. But to my utter shock when I had the strength to open my eyes, I discovered that I wasnt just in a different place, I was a different man!!!

Instead of the young and athletic body of Viserys Targaryen, I was possessing a body of a man in his late fifties. Fuck me! Did I accidentally aged myself or am I in the future?! My hair was still long but it was grey, a stark contrast to the Targaryen-silver that Ive grown used to. Clearly, I wasnt Viserys anymore.

I was in what appears to be a damp and cold room despite the burning logs in the fireplace. There was Krakken sigils everywhere and on a table there was a large map, which shows the entire west coast of Westeros including the Iron Islands. It also showed the location of every Ironborn-occupied stronghold and the position of every ship in the Iron Fleet. Then it dawned on me, I was Balon Greyjoy, the king of the Iron Islands. As I studied and memorise the troop movements and shipping routes, I noticed that the Ironborn had anticipated my counter-offensive.

They intend to ambush my fleet off the coast of the Reach near the Shield Islands. The shallow waters will place my much heavier ships at a great disadvantage and a successful ambush may deal a significant blow to my ability to wage war on the sea. This was bad. Very bad. I must find a way to warn Stannis before...

"Dont worry, father!" said a voice from behind me. "The mainlanders will never expect us to go on the offensive."

I turned around and saw Yara Greyjoy, the bisexual daughter of Balon. She may not be the most beautiful woman in Westeros but I could tell that beneath her armour, she was packing an incredible body.

"Erm... what about the dragons?" I asked curiously, still getting used to my raspy and old voice. "How do you plan on stopping those?"

Yara looked at me with a look of surprise, "I thought you didnt believe that this dragon king actually has dragons!"

Oh shit. Im busted.

"Besides, even if his dragons are real, they would be less than a year old and it will take years before they can be considered a threat." Yara explained. Clearly they didnt factor in my godly powers. My dragons were already large enough to bring the entire world to its heel, and they will.

"Are you alright? You dont seem well." My daughter asked. Wait is she really my daughter? I am not Balon fucking Greyjoy so I cant be her father! But with that same logic then Daenerys isnt really my sister when Im possessing Viserys Targaryen's body. Shit! Why are my powers so damn complicated...

"Father, you're not looking so well." Yara said. While I was pondering the implications of my powers, the girl closed the gap between us and placed her hand on my forehead to feel for any signs of a fever. I could smell the sea on her and my cock began to stir. Margaery had gotten me riled up and now I needed release, regardless of the taboo nature of our relationship, besides Yara is a kinky slut who once let her own brother grope her.

Cautiously, I grabbed her ass and pulled her close so that our face were inches apart.

"Wait, what the fuck do yo-" Yara began to protest but I cut her off with a kiss. I was disappointed that she didnt return the kiss but she didnt push me away. After a minute I released her lips and saw that her face was full of conflicting emotions.

"Tell me Yara, have you ever fantasized about your father before?" I asked and she blushed before shyly nodding her head. Even in this new (old) body, my divine pheromones were slowly breaking all her inhibitions.

"Do you want to rule the Iron Islands one day?" Once again, Yara nodded. "Well, if you play your cards right, by the end of the day, you will be my queen!" I said as unfasten my pants and let my erect cock spring out.

Yara got on her knees and began to suck her father's dick, MY dick. Balon was surprisingly quite well-endowed and Yara was unsurprisingly a very talented cock-sucker. I took hold of her head to control her movements and soon I was skullfucking the Ironborn princess. I have always been a considerate and gentle lover with all of the women Ive been with. The exception was the submissive Doreah who loved to let me push her body to the **** but it has been days since I last saw her and let the dragon loose in bed. My cock began to hit the back of my daughter's throat with every thrust and soon I felt my balls churning.

With a loud roar I erupted in my biological daughter's throat. Yara tried her best to swallow but it was an impossible task. I pulled out and continued to cum all over her face for several minutes. My orgasm was so strong that it even triggered her own. Despite being still clothed in her armour and without any penetration, Yara succumbed to the wildest orgasm of her life.

"Oh my Yara, this was so good." I moaned as I closed my eyes and basked in the afterglow of our passion.

"Who's Yara?" Said a familiar voice. When I opened my eyes once more I was met with the doey eyes of Margaery Tyrell. I was back in Casterly Rock as Viserys Targaryen.

"My love, who is this Yara?" Margaery asked once more. She did her best to hide her uneasiness that I would cry out a stranger's name while she was with me.

"Its nothing." I said and Margaery knew better than to push the subject so she went back to worshiping my dick. But seriously, what in seven hells was that? Was it some weird vivid dream I had or has my powers grown and I can now possess the minds of others. There was only one way to find out, I must fly south and destroy the Iron Fleet before they ambushed mine.

"Im gonna take Blackfyre for a ride and I wont be back before nightfall." I told Margaery. "So if you want my cum, we have to make it quick."

And my beautiful wife was happy to comply as she sat on my lap and began to earnestly ride her own dragon.