He doesn't know better

“If you agree to this, just know Rhaenys will also be my wife. And I won’t be content with you two. I plan on having many mistresses. If you might become jealous, then I’ll have you married off to Monterys.” His hubris oozed with every word as he absorbed his power over her.

“Velaryon? He’s eight. Too young for my tastes,” she said offering a chuckle. She remained silent after that however seemingly absorbing his words. He wanted to make clear that he was not going to be the handsome king that swept the maiden away by her feet. He’s likely going to be as lecherous as Aegon IV ‘The Unworthy’. Although unlike him, he was the prince that was promised, the gods will support his endeavours.

“Can you even get mistresses?” Dany asked half-jokingly, half diffidently.

“I already have two. The red wolf pup and the lioness,” he nibbled into her ear.

“So that’s why you wanted her as my handmaiden,” her voice squeaking through her gritted teeth.

“As I said, I don’t wish to trick you. Your children will be my heirs although it depends on who bears me a son first between you and Rhaenys. But jealousy breeds insecurity and resentment. And I don’t want to ruin our relationship for that,” he said gripping into her waist.

“If that’s the case…” she moved his hands to her rear, “when we bring the dragons back from stone, I want to ride one for myself. And I want to rebuild Summerhall. For myself and my children.”

He gave her rear a squeeze causing her to yelp up in shock. “You drive a hard bargain. Stormborn … You can get your ruins … But you must first do as the king pleases.” His thumb traced up her body and pulled down slightly on her bottom lip bringing her chin close. “And right now, the king wants to put your mouth to good use.” He could have taken her maidenhead, but he thought it might find him more pleasure on their wedding bed.

Her mouth was agape as to signal the impropriety of the situation, but Aegon’s gaze did not falter. “As you wish, Aegon,” she relented as she slipped beneath the tablecloth and between Aegon’s legs. She pulled down his trousers to reveal his impressive member already erect from her teasing.

“It’s bigger …” Dany mumbled to herself.

“Than Jay?” He said with a smile. He’s assuredly seen his brother naked, but he always averted his gaze from that area. He was never one to compare.

“No … I don’t know … it’s bigger than I thought,” her fingers found her way to his shaft. She felt the pulsing of his cock through her finger touching it cautiously like a child near a fire. She cupped his testicles which were each the size of peaches. The silver hair was sparse and blended in with the skin around it. She took a sniff of the organ to be met with an acrid scent. It was like an aged Myrish cheese as Aegon still hadn’t properly washed himself from last night’s activities.

“When we get married, I’m getting you some Lyseni soap,” the princess spoke with annoyance.

Her tongue shot out to lick down its length. Her violet eyes were met by his own as she coated the member in her saliva. She had done her research for Jaehaerys. Rhaenys was very willing to describe the process in gratuitous detail, with salacious details of all her exploits. One of her exploits was the current King of the Andals and the First Men. Although her mind wandered in those talks as she tried not to imagine Rhaenys in those circumstances, she did understand how he reacted to the tongue.

After wetting the skin of his shaft, she suckled briefly on his balls. She grabbed his shaft for further leverage as she found her way up to his tip. She shyly opened her lips, knowing all the well that it would fit but fearful of how it may stretch her jaw. Aegon slowly entered her mouth, muting in pants as he felt her heat. She only fit the tip and some bit more before she stopped in shock. Aegon bumped her head causing her to gasp. She understood as she began licking his cock, welcoming the weird taste into her mouth. She began to bob as she pushed it further and further into her mouth.

“You are inexperienced. Don’t worry … I’ll help you get experienced,” he grunted as his fingers mixed with her silver hair coaxing her further down his cock. Just as she began getting used to its size, suddenly the door opened without the slight drumming of a knock. He pushed her down in shock smashing his member against the entrance of her throat. She teared up as Aegon tried to express an apology before looking back up.

It was Arya. Jay’s favourite Stark. The one that reminded him of the stories of Lyanna. The same arrogance and the same looks. Still beautiful in her own way yet unwilling to recognize it.

“Arya,” he said as he removed his hands from his aunt opting to cut the egg white. He must look normal for fear of any rumours. “Why are you here? My brother has already left.”

“Bran told me that you’re taking him and Sansa south. Bran, a Kingsguard? You’re making him your squire? He barely knows how to swing a sword.”

Dany’s hands slid up his tunic exploring his abs. She gripped onto his waist causing him to give her a quick glance of shock. From the corner of his eye, he saw a smile as she began to bob up and down his member. She was trying to make him cum in front of the wolf.

“He’s loyal. He’s … ugh … chivalrous. Willing to learn. What more would I want?”

“You need a real warrior to protect you. Someone who knows how to fight. Like me.”

“You?” he said, barely getting out as his aunt began to massage his balls. He was going to punish his aunt for this. She was teasing him in front of the girl trying to get him to break. “Guard me?” He gritted his teeth. “Why?”

“I don’t want to guard you … but if I don’t have to get married to some fucking pansy lord … I’ll fight for you.” Her eyes fell as she had the tone of apprehension at his words. He wasn’t sure if this was a well-thought-out decision. Maybe her father’s near-**** experience had shaken her to her core. Wanting to escape …

“Fuck,” he screamed as his hands slammed against the table getting Dany to stop in her sucking. Arya’s eyes widen as he regained his composure. “This seems rash. I don’t even know if I can admit a woman to the Kingsguard. How about this. You will become your aunt’s handmaiden, but she will secretly teach you how to fight. Does that seem fair?”

“That’s great,” her eyes beamed with joy. It warmed his heart to see such naked joy before him. “And what do you want in return?”

“Just a favour,” he said, “Nothing I wouldn’t ask of your sister. Now scurry off, I need to finish,” he looked down to Dany although one could confuse that gaze with the plate before him. Arya bowed slightly before hustling away.

“You little slut, I’m going to have to teach you some manners.” He pushed deeper into her mouth causing her to gag and **** on his large member. Daenerys tried to adapt to the pace trying to get her breaths in as she tried using her tongue to slow him. Instead, the little bumps only served to cause friction. He shoved her mouth down to his silver pubs as he violently pushed and pulled her.

Tears beaded in her eyes as she only got shallow breaths as he didn’t give her the time. Her mind began to lighten as her grip weakened around him. After a few moments, Aegon gave his final thrust. Soon enough, he climaxed and came inside Dany’s throat as his seed began to fill her stomach. With each spurt, he slowly withdrew letting his seed fill her cheeks. It coated her mouth and tongue until his limp rod left her lips. His aunt instinctively swallowed understanding the domineering nature of his nephew. As soon as she could, the girl began to catch her breath, exhausted and yet exhilarated.

“Lick me clean,” he ordered. Her tongue made quick work of the mixture of saliva and semen that coated his cock. “You’re more like Rhaenys than I thought.”

“I’m her,” she said wiping her mouth and getting up from the table. “But better … Are you going to make that girl a mistress? Because she does not seem like the type that will bite to your advances.”

“We’ll see. As you know from personal experience, women don't bite, they swallow,” he returned with a chuckle spawned by his own joke.

“You will not take my children away from me,” the red-haired woman yelled as she burst through his door disrupting his peace and calm. “Their father lays on his deathbed. That is inexcusable.”

His eyes jumped as he turned to face her. “They wanted to come south with me. Sansa wants to be a Southron lady. Bran wants to learn from the Kingsguard. And Arya wants to be free from your clutches. I didn’t **** this upon them. Besides, don’t you want them in the capital learning under the royal family? Learning beside their aunt.”

“You’re taking three of my five children leaving me with my oldest and youngest. I won’t allow it.”

“You won’t allow it?” Aegon sat up from his bed. “I am the king. Your children asked me to send them south. Their aunt is there to protect them. Do you think I will harm them? Those are treasonous thoughts … One I take great offence to.”

“No, I didn’t mean that your grace,” she relented bowing slightly, her cleavage spilling into his gaze. “I don’t wish to insult. But they’re my children, I want them to stay. Especially until their father’s recovery.”

He grabbed some papers from his tableside which he stole a quick glance from. “Family, duty, honour. Those are your family words, correct? You care for your family. To the point where you would rather suffocate them than let them free. But what about your duty to the realm. One day you must give your daughters away. You are not against losing your daughters to other houses. Just not to the king. I have heard your plans to marry them off the Riverlords. Patrek Mallister for Sansa. Brynden Blackwood for Arya. Despite the many suitors in the North, you want to marry them to riverlords. And where is that honor you profess when you are sending ravens to both houses talking about marriage opportunities against the expressed wishes of your husband now bedridden.” He pulled out the letters dropping them at her feet.

“How did you know…”

“I am the king. How would I not?” The help of Bran was welcome once again as he snuck through the Maester’s belongings. Climbing in and out of windows as he distracted the old man with many questions and requests.

“I am their mother. Who else decides whom they marry?” She shot back failing to realize the hypocrisy in her words. Aegon in truth didn’t take grave insult, he just was angry at the opposition to his own actions.

“I’ve also read communications that you wish to marry Robb to Elanor Mooton or Barba Bracken. If I tell him about this, he’ll be furious. Especially since he has eyes for that Karstark girl.”

“You wouldn’t,” she said as the fear finally swept through her. If he had burned her son against her, she would have no power. Ned would oppose any marriages outside the North if he woke. “I’m their mother. I have the right.”

“But not the power. You seem to be getting on my nerves. Maybe I’ll tell all your children about their marriage plans. See how they find it. See how they’ll turn on their mother. See how Robb treats his beloved mother. Or…”

“What do you want from me?” She said as he closed the door behind her. The creaking raked at her brain as she realized she’d underestimated the king’s resolve.

“You’ve failed your duty to the realm and to your husband. You’ve gone against his better wishes to scheme with others dishonourably. You cast aside your family’s better interests to aid the family you were born into. For this dishonour and failure to fulfill your duty to your family, this night I annul your marriage to Eddard Stark. You are again Catelyn Tully.”

“What are you saying, you can’t…” She closed her lips as she felt his muscled hands wrap around his waist. He held her body close as his warmth made the winter breeze fade into the night.

His words singed the lobes of her left ear like Dragon’s breath. The fear made the hairs on her back stand on end. “I’ll keep your secret plotting to myself, Catelyn Tully. But I am the King. As a Tully, you have a duty to your king. Right now, the king wants to claim this beautiful woman as his own. Will you do your duty?”