Dragonlance, Chapter 4: Sisterly Solidarity

Sixth Moon, 169 AC

Rhaena Targaryen

Rhaena would not admit it aloud but she was growing worried. Daena and Elaena had been acting extremely strange lately, always making excuses to hole up in their rooms with their cousin Daeron whenever he visited. They were smart enough to make excuses that their ladies in waiting all believed like Daeron simply being like a little brother to them who had dutifully come to keep them company in their confinement with games and reading but Rhaena was their sister, even if they sometimes seemed as if they did not want her to be, and she was not so easily fooled.

She didn’t want to think that they were getting up to sinful or obscene behavior with Daeron, she had too much respect for all three of them to believe that they would really do that but she couldn’t help but wonder and fear the worst. She didn’t doubt that sometimes at least their excuses were true, but other times Daena and Elaena would just have this strange look of excitement before Daeron arrived and after he left, they’d have this dazed, content expression all throughout the following day until he came again.

Worst of all, Rhaena couldn’t help the part of herself that would understand if they were. Daeron hadn’t been much to look at for many years but in the past few months, ever since he had undertaken his new training as a squire under their cousin, Aemon, he had changed greatly. He carried himself differently now, with more confidence and charm, just like the dashing knights described in the Seven-Pointed Star and all the tales and songs Rhaena grew up on.

He was handsome too. Handsome enough that she could almost believe her sisters would be so reckless and foolish as to sin for him, disobeying their brother and laying with Daeron outside of wedlock.

Rhaena might aspire to be a septa, but she wasn’t one yet, and the Seven-Pointed Star had never said that admiring the beauty of the Seven’s creations was a sin. Daeron had a way of making that withering part of her that still longed to be a wife and mother yearn but Rhaena had long given up on that chance.

She was an old maid, already twenty and two, and who knew how many more years her brother would live? None would want to wed her by the time she left the Maidenvault and with marriage and motherhood closed to her, the Faith was the only path left. Yet even that Baelor denied her.

Rhaena knew it wasn’t her place to question her brother and his decisions but sometimes she truly couldn’t understand why he made the decisions they did or see how they followed the teachings of the Faith. She truly couldn’t. And all her piety and faith, her appearance of being content with her confinement, much of which had been done to please Baelor in the hopes that he might extend her some favor and permit her to leave the Maidenvault had done nothing but distance her more and more from her sisters with every passing year.

She knew they resented her faith. That they simply saw it as her following along with the man who had locked them away. Yet she couldn’t stop. The Faith had been her comfort when their mother had died and their father had neglected most of them. It had been what had connected her to Naerys who had cared for her as if she was her own even though she had been a scant nine years her elder. And once upon a time, it had been what had bound her and Baelor together when Daeron and Daena had been off in their own world with Aegon and Aemon.

Even now the Faith remained her comfort, her hope that all of this waiting and confinement had a purpose, that it meant something, that the years she had spent praying and hoping here in this vault for a chance to do something, anything, meaningful had not been wasted.

That was why she followed after her sisters now. It had been years since she had been close enough to them to simply ask them what was wrong so simply and she couldn’t let it go either way. The same Faith that had comforted her all those years had also taught her to be her siblings’ keeper and her conscience wouldn’t relent until she put the matter to rest.

She was sure there was nothing to worry about. She would just peek into the room and they would be doing something boring like playing games or reading. Maybe she might even ask to join them so she could spend some family time with her sisters and cousin and feel just a little less lonely.

Yet as she neared Daena’s room, Rhaena froze in her step as a strange sound pierced through the door. At first, she almost thought one of her sisters was screaming in pain before she realized they were screaming for different reasons entirely.

Despite what her sisters seemed to think of her, Rhaena was not naïve. She was still human, still fallible and weak. No matter how much it shamed her, even she hadn’t been able to stop her fingers trailing down to her womanhood on the occasional hot and lonely night. Even she had snuck glances at the illicit books that had been smuggled into the Maidenvault when she thought no one was looking. She knew all too well what moans or screams of pleasure sounded like, both from descriptions and from personal experience.

Rhaena’s cheeks burned as those very same sounds came from Daena’s room. A part of her wanted to walk away immediately, to run and tell the guards, tell Baelor, yet she stopped herself. What if she was wrong? What if she was mistaken? What if her fears and paranoia had made her misinterpret what could be a perfectly innocent scenario?

She did her best to control her blush, creeping closer to the door and turning the handle so that it could open ever so slightly. She had rarely ever been thankful that Baelor had not installed locks in the Maidenvault rooms but for once it proved useful to sate her fears. Rhaena peeked into the room and what she saw shocked her.

It was worse. So much worse than she could have possibly feared or imagined. The sheer scale of the depravity was almost indescribable. Daena and Elaena were both debauched, drunk with pleasure as their younger cousin plowed into them, one after another, even as they played with each other’s breasts and kissed desperately as he claimed them as his own. Their moans were musical and sweet to hear, both the pleasant soothing lilt of her sisters’ cries and Daeron’s more manly, strong grunts and groans.

And the worst part was yet to come for when Daeron spilled inside Elaena, without any care in the world for her honor or that she might have a bastard, Daena immediately moved down and began licking his seed right out of Elaena’s folds, making their younger sister moan in ecstasy and grip Daena’s head tightly to force her tongue to stay on her womanhood even as Daeron, with barely any rest at all, repositioned behind Daena and slid right into her welcoming wet folds to her joyful squeal.

Daeron’s body looked like it had been sculpted by the Smith himself, all hard and broad where Rhaena’s sisters were soft, delicate, and in Elaena’s case, thin and petite. The hard lines on his chest and the muscles in his arms and strong back and legs rippled as he thrust ceaselessly into her sisters, making Daena’s bountiful breasts and bum bounce and pushing Elaena’s small body halfway up the bed.

The sight was so scandalous, so erotic that Rhaena was left completely speechless and frozen. To her horror and shame, her legs began to quiver as she watched and she looked down in horror as she felt the heat in her loins and realized that she had been aroused by it. Shamefully, she tried to turn away and leave, but her body would not move.

Her mind raced. The aspiring septa and dutiful sister within her knew that this was wrong, that it was sin of the highest measure, fornication, bigamy, adultery, homosexuality, the list was endless. She should have left immediately to tell Baelor what was happening, to report it to him and the clergy so that her sisters and Daeron might be disciplined for their misdeeds and find salvation through repentance and abstinence and yet she couldn’t stop watching.

‘I need to see more so I have more evidence to give to Baelor,’ she thought, desperately trying to convince herself even as her gaze remained fixed on the lewd actions she beheld through the gap in the open door and she tried desperately to resist rubbing her legs against each other in the hope of relief.

Every second felt like an eternity as she watched, her eyes locked and her body frozen all the while for what felt like hours until finally when Daena and Elaena had screamed their last cries of pleasure and Daeron had been fully spent, Rhaena realized that she had to leave.

She almost ran back to her own rooms in a panic after that. Still in a mix of shock, disbelief, and anger at everything she had just seen. Yet she was even more frightened by the fact that she had stayed to watch it all happen.

In the privacy of her own rooms, Rhaena couldn’t lie to herself. She felt more aroused than she ever had been in her life before. She just felt so wet, so hot and needy. There was a familiar tingle coming from her pearl that was stronger than it had ever been and her womanhood just felt so empty and desperate, squeezing rhythmically and desperately on something that would never enter.

She had succumbed to arousal before on occasion, sinning by touching herself to gain relief, but this time she couldn’t let herself do that. Not only would it be responding to a sin she had witnessed with a sin of her own, but some instinct inside her told her she would cross a line she would never be able to return from if she did.

Somehow she managed to fall asleep that night, praying hard to the Maiden to forgive her for her shameful lusts and burning ardor, to take them away from her and give her peace and solace, to take her mind off how handsome and muscular Daeron had looked as he had sunk himself into her sisters, the way his eyes had almost seemed to sparkle and glow like twin amethysts as he had spanked and slapped her sisters’ bums and threaded his fingers gently through their hair before pulling tightly, making them squeal. He was so strong, dominant, and manly, yet also gentle and knightly when he needed to be, with a smile that had Rhaena’s heart beating furiously in her chest, every inch the man she had once envisioned for her husband in her deepest and darkest fantasies.

And she prayed even more intensively when she thought of how she had felt seeing the sight of ecstasy and pleasure on her sister’s faces, how beautiful they had both looked as they had come undone, how they had looked at Daeron with desperation and need as he brought the other to the edge over and over again, how their breasts had bounced beneath Daeron’s thrusts, and how their kisses and touching of each other so sinfully had inflamed her own arousal and desire.

She did not sleep well at all that night and her dreams were haunted by visions of lust and passion, of succumbing to Daeron and asking him to take her as his own while her sisters kissed and greeted her and she was finally close to them again in the bonds of sisterhood, just as she had longed for for so long.

In the morning she rose from her sleep barely rested, determination and rage in her heart. She would report this incident to Baelor, and she would ensure she never felt that temptation again, that her sisters and Daeron were disciplined and saved from their sins by it.

Then she had seen how happy they had both looked when she had met with them to break their fast, the happy and content looks on both of their faces, and her heart broke at the thought of exposing them.

Despite what they seemed to think of her sometimes, Rhaena never wanted to be the reason for any of their pain or misfortunes. She only wanted what was best for them, she loved them dearly, it was why she wanted so much to save them even from themselves, save their souls so they might have entry into heaven.

Yet as she saw the looks on their faces now, the happiness and contentment, the love that they had for Daeron that was now so obvious when their entire face lit up with a brilliant smile at the news he was coming again that night to see them, Rhaena couldn’t help but feel that if she exposed them then and there, she would break their hearts and they might never recover. She would lose her sisters forever and Rhaena’s own weak and lonely heart couldn’t abide by that.

She had paced around her room in indecision and pain for many long hours as she had waited until Daeron had come. The dutiful would-be septa within her warring with the loyal sister. Scripture demanded that she exposed them, yet scripture also demanded her to be the rock of her family, to care for them and protect them.

Rhaena simply didn’t know what to do. And in the darkest corners of her heart, a yearning began to take root that she would not admit to herself, a yearning so strong it almost approached jealousy or envy.

“Did it really feel that good?” she wondered to herself. Was it truly so good that Daena and Elaena had given up their chastity and possibly even their place in the seven heavens for such obscene sins?

Rhaena didn’t understand, and still torn by indecision, she decided to watch again that day, intent on learning and understanding more so that she could finally make up her mind on what to do. She crushed the wanton voice in her mind whispering that she simply wanted to see that arousing sight again.

She was not doing this to sate her own passions and lusts! She was doing her duty as a sister to all her remaining siblings, Baelor and her sisters alike! She was doing this as a faithful adherent of the Seven and their scriptures!

Convinced and with her course of action set, Rhaena carried on with the rest of her day as normal but her gaze was carefully watching her sisters. Daena and Elaena’s excitement and lust grew sharply as the day carried on and by the time they finished their supper, Rhaena observed how their eyes almost glazed over and their minds went to a faraway place.

After supper, they had both gone to Daena’s room, ostensibly to spend time together as sisters, and Rhaena had followed, hiding behind a corner as all three of them waited for Daeron to finally arrive after his own supper.

Rhaena ignored how her own heart began to pound in her chest as she thought of Daeron, all tall, dashing, and strong. He was coming soon and she told herself that she wasn’t growing excited by that. She was only here to observe, to understand, to decide what to do. That was all. Nothing more, nothing less.

When Daeron finally came, her heart almost leapt out of her chest in nervous excitement. Not that she was excited to see him of course. She was just happy that her plan could finally begin.

As Daeron entered the room and closed it behind him, Rhaena crept closer from the corner where she had lied in waiting and just like the previous day, she opened it gently and peeked in.

The sight she saws within were as erotic if not more so than the day before. First, they kissed, their lips locking and their tongues dancing as they moaned and melted into the kisses. Daeron took Elaena’s lips for his own, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth even as Daena knelt before him and began licking and sucking at his manhood and sack before taking it deep into her throat. Soon Daeron began to groan into Elaena’s mouth beneath Daena’s ministrations and almost as if she had grown jealous, Elaena broke their kiss and began sucking and biting all over his chest and neck, as if she was marking him as hers.

When Daeron finally finished in Daena’s mouth, she began swirling his seed around with her tongue as she showed it off to him with a smug expression on her face. Her pride was short-lived as Elaena soon pounced on her, stealing some of her triumph for herself as the two sisters locked lips and their tongues danced as they shared Daeron’s seed between them.

The heat pooled in Rhaena’s core faster than ever before at the strangely erotic sight and she pretended she didn’t notice how the slick wetness of her arousal had begun to soak through her shift into her dress, or how she had almost subconsciously began squirming in place and rubbing her legs to find some desperate relief.

She wasn’t the only one finding herself more aroused by the sight of Daena and Elaena kissing. Daeron did too, his manhood which had softened slightly after finishing in Daena’s mouth soon stood hardened back to its proud full strength and with a growl he lunged for her sisters, breaking their kiss as he claimed both of their lips for himself.

Then to her shock and surprise, Daeron pushed Daena away to sit on the edge of the bed as he began to kiss and suck all over Elaena’s body, worshipping every inch of her skin and licking at her folds as she screamed before sinking his manhood deep within her.

Where yesterday he had been rough and dominant with Elaena, today he was gentle and slow, as if he were a husband making love to a wife. Elaena mewled and giggled as their flesh became one and it wasn’t long before Daeron spent within her, her legs wrapped around his as they both came undone.

Rhaena’s eyes widened at the sight and she couldn’t deny the stab of jealous yearning that took root in her heart as she saw it. The sight was lewd yes, but it felt pure and wholesome in a way that almost made her feel guilty for watching it, as if she was intruding upon something private and intimate.

The illusion was ruined as Daena brought herself to her own climax with a scream, having touched and fingered herself to the sight of Daeron and Elaena’s coupling. For a moment, all fell silent as they looked at Daena and Rhaena felt her own heart beating in her chest as she did her best to ignore the voice whispering that she was exactly like her.

It wasn’t long before the surprise on Daeron and Elaena’s faces morphed into predatory smirks as they pounced on Daena. Elaena began sucking and groping her breasts and Daena squirmed in place beneath her ministrations as Daeron placed the tip of his manhood at the split of her sodden folds before thrusting all the way in to the hilt. Daena gasped and then screamed and Rhaena watched with a strange mix of horror and arousal.

She continued watching as Daeron brought Daena to a climax before Elaena reclaimed him and rode him to her heart’s content as Daeron placed the tired Daena to sit upon his face and licked and ate at her folds from below. Before long, her pleasure-drunk sisters began holding hands to help them balance and kissing to silence the screams and moans Daeron was eliciting from them both.

They kept going for what felt like hours to Rhaena, though it had probably been mere minutes in truth, cycling through every position she had ever imagined and half a dozen more that she had never even conceived of.

All the while, she fought to resist her own squirming legs rubbing furiously against each other as her own core demanded release. Before her sisters had even finished with Daeron, Rhaena ran back to her own rooms, unable to resist it any longer.

Her loins burned with lustful need as she rubbed and fingered herself desperately while fondling and kissing her own breasts and nipples, desperately trying to bring herself some pleasure. The heat pooled within her core like a furnace, and she was so on edge she would come undone any moment.  She could feel the crest she had so rarely achieved rising fast and when it finally came, Rhaena screamed as it spread out to every corner of her body, her legs thrashing and flying about uncontrollably.

Yet it wasn’t enough. She still felt so empty and unsatisfied afterward and the erotic sights she had thought surely scarred in her mind were already fading from freshness and memory. She wanted, no needed more, but her own fingers and imagination were rapidly proving insufficient and her arms and legs ached and burned.

Exhausted and tired, Rhaena drifted off to sleep and unlike the previous night, her sleep was restful and fulfilling.

It did not stop the guilt and shame that plagued her when she awoke in the morning. She spent a whole half of the day praying desperately for the Maiden’s forgiveness, for the Father to take these lustful urges away from her. She had failed the test, she knew that, but she still wanted the light of their grace.

But they did not answer her. She was despondent enough that her sisters even noticed and asked after her at lunch and Rhaena had to resist the biting remark that her troubles were all their faults, simply assuring them that she was well before she returned to her own rooms to continue praying.

Yet as the sun set, her own body and mind betrayed her as she remembered the hour was drawing near before Daeron would come again.

She did her best to resist the temptation, she swore it. Yet as the last of the sun’s light turned orange and then vanished below the horizon, Rhaena’s will broke. She convinced herself that just one more time wouldn’t hurt. This time she wouldn’t succumb to her lust, this time she would finally muster up her courage and confront them or better yet she would feel her soul filled with righteous determination and finally expose them to Baelor.

Before she knew it, she found herself once again at the door of Daena’s room. Once again, just as she had the previous days, she opened the door ever so slightly and peaked into the room, seeing a view as erotic as it was scandalous, as horrifying as it was arousing.

And without her even realizing it, all of her conviction and willpower had dissipated and all she was left with was the burning need between her legs, the insistent warm empty feeling that craved to be filled.

The walls of her own self-restraint, eroded over the past two days, crumbled entirely as she sat on the floor and her fingers slipped beneath her dress and shift and found purchase between her slick, damp folds. She hadn’t even been fully aware of her own actions. She had just wanted to find some way, any way to sate the need that had consumed her, like finally giving in to the urge to scratch an annoying itch.

She continued watching as Daeron made love to and laid with her sisters in every obscene way she could imagine, using it as the kindling for the fire of arousal and lust burning within her. She hated herself all the while, feeling guilty and sinful for watching her sisters’ private intimacy like a perverted lecher and touching herself to the sight of their pleasure but she just couldn’t stop.

It wasn’t long before she crested again and it was the strongest she had ever felt in her life. For what felt like an eternity afterwards, Rhaena just sat there in front of her sister’s room, exhausted, her legs spasming and convulsing as her essence squirted all over the floor. Her sisters’ squeals of joy and ecstasy continued sounding from the room but as they began to quiet down, Rhaena knew they were finishing up and she had to move quickly.

She hurriedly ran away back to her own rooms in guilt, praying all night long and swearing to herself and to the Seven that she would never sin so shamefully again. And yet, despite her oath, as dusk fell on the next night, Rhaena’s feet brought her once again to Daena’s door.

Once again, she peeked in and watched, no longer able to even convince herself that this was to understand or give herself courage to do something about her sister’s sins. Once again, she sat down and touched herself to the erotic, obscene, lewd sight of her sisters being fucked into a stupor by the man of her dreams. Once again, she went back to her room in shame, praying and swearing she would never do it again despite knowing full well she would.

On the fifth day she became just that little bit more honest with herself. It was her fifth time spying on her own sisters and cousin fucking. Her fourth time rubbing herself raw to it, her third being so shameless as to do it right there in the open in front of Daena’s door.

It was time she admitted to herself that she was lost. Hopelessly and shamelessly lost. She wanted nothing more than to be in that room, to be close to her sisters again, to have the man they all desired giving them all the pleasure and comforts that they had been denied all these long, confined years in the Maidenvault. The old, buried part of her that had longed to be a wife and mother had never been so loud and desperate.

Yet she didn’t have the courage to open that door and walk in. The part of her that still held faithfully to the strictures of the Seven could not let her, not when she had already sinned so much. She was still afraid of the punishment, of the damnation that could condemn her soul too. And more than that too, she was afraid that she would be rejected. That the years had created too much distance between her and her sisters, so much so that they wouldn’t want her to join them.

Nonetheless, the yearning was great enough that despite her cowardice, she continued to play that risky game, sitting there and watching as she touched herself. She rubbed herself furiously as Daeron thrust into Daena from behind, her belly lying on the bed with Daeron above her, fucking her into the bed.

The sight was so titillating, full of such pure dominance that Rhaena felt her own crest coming and she thrust as many fingers into her folds as she could while still rubbing her pearl and sucking at her nipples, desperately chasing that high.

When it finally came, Rhaena heard a sharp scream of absolute joy and relief as her essences spilt all over the floor again. For a moment her dazed and foggy mind thought she might have come undone alongside Daena. Too late did she realize that the room had suddenly become very quiet and within a few seconds the door was opening and Rhaena froze in fear, paralyzed as her sisters stood over her.

Shock and confusion were writ all over their faces and Rhaena lowered her eyes, her expression downcast as she waited for the mocking, the judgement that was sure to come.

Only it never came. Instead, Rhaena felt their strong arms pulling her up from the mess she had made and into their arms as they hugged her tenderly and when she looked at their faces, she did not see judgement. She saw something even more frightening.

Two twin expressions bearing nothing but pure mischief and lust.

Rhaena was helpless to resist as they dragged her into the room, all but carrying her with her legs numb and unresponsive. They closed the door behind them, barring it with a chair to prevent any more peeping, before they led her to where Daeron was waiting by the bed.

Before Rhaena knew it, she was pulled into the bed and rapidly divested of all her clothing by her sisters.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Rhaena.” She shivered as Daena whispered into her ears. She and Elaena stripped her shift and undergarments off, and Rhaena was ashamed at just how sticky and damp they were as they moved down her legs.

“And naughty girls have to be punished,” Elaena said with a smirk before turning to the only man in the room. “Don’t you agree, Daeron?”

Daeron for his part looked indecisive for the first time since Rhaena had discovered he was laying with her sisters. His face was frozen with disbelief and Rhaena couldn’t blame him. She still couldn’t believe she had done this herself. As if sensing Daeron’s hesitation, Rhaena’s sisters steadily began tempting him.

Everything they had been doing to each other and to Daeron for the past five days, everything she had secretly hoped they would to her, they did for her now. They ran their hands all over the curves of Rhaena’s body, groping at her bum and breasts and rubbing at her womanhood, making Rhaena squirm in place.

She felt her cheeks burning in embarrassment and shame as she covered her eyes with her hands, trying to hide herself away from her own nakedness and the stares of her sisters and cousin. She should be protesting, she should be fighting as hard as she could to escape their sinful embrace but her body just wouldn’t move. It felt too good.

Peeking through the holes between her fingers, she saw Elaena staring with what appeared to be envy at her large breasts and even Daena, with a bountiful bosom of her own, seemed to look jealous. Her elder and younger sister shared a conspiratorial glance then before mutually pouncing on Rhaena’s bust, each of them claiming a nipple of their own to suckle on as if they were babes and she, their mother.

“Gods, your tits are enormous. It’s just not fair,” Elaena complained, upset. “You’ll have to pay me back by letting me live vicariously through these,” she said as she squeezed and jiggled Rhaena’s breasts furiously.

Daena meanwhile snaked her fingers down to her womanhood once again and Rhaena gasped as she felt two of her fingers slip into her soaking wet folds, her breath hitching as she felt someone else’s digits entering into her most sacred place for the first time in her life.

“How long have you been watching us, Rhaena?” Daena asked with a sickeningly sweet voice as she explored her insides, torturing her with pleasure.

Rhaena wanted to say something, anything, but the feeling of Daena’s fingers inside her felt so shamefully good that she stammered incoherently.

“Answer me,” Daena demanded, curling her fingers just right inside her folds as her thumb rubbed at her pearl and Rhaena almost came undone again right then and there, feeling so much pleasure it was almost painful.

“Five nights!” Rhaena screamed desperately.

“And who have you told?” Daena did not relent, pressing her attack with a menacing look on her face.

“No one!”

“Really?” Daena did not sound convinced.

“I swear Daena please! I was considering telling Baelor but…”

“But what?” Elaena asked as her words trailed off.

“I didn’t want to hurt you both by doing so,” Rhaena confessed.

Her sisters looked almost touched by her words, as if appreciating her consideration for them. It did not stop them from continuing their pleasurable torment though, nor prevent the mischievous smirks they had earlier from returning.

“I suppose we must thank you for your discretion, but sisterly solidarity wasn’t the only reason you didn’t say anything was it? You enjoyed watching us, didn’t you? You enjoyed touching yourself to the sight of your sisters being fucked like a perverted little whore, didn’t you?”

“I’m not a whore!” Rhaena protested but her own body betrayed her as her cunt spasmed and tightened around Daena’s fingers at her words.

“Oh, but you are. Only dirty little whores get turned on watching their sisters being fucked by an absolute hunk of a man. Not that I can hold that against you without being a hypocrite. What do you know, we share something in common again after all these years.

“I’m so proud of you little sister. For the longest time I was afraid we would lose you to the Faith and you’d become just another one of those frigid, preachy septas with a stick up their arse. Just like Baelor. Now I’m overjoyed knowing that we can finally bring you right back to where you belong,” Daena said happily.

“Where’s that?” Rhaena couldn’t help but ask breathlessly, her heart full of anticipation and yearning.

“Right here with your sisters of course. Nothing and no one can ever separate us again once we’ve all been taken and claimed by the same long, hard cock,” Daena’s voice was full of sacrilegious reverence, as if she was preaching her own religion to her.

Only then did Rhaena remember that Daeron was still in the room and he was looming right over her on the bed, Elaena whispering pure sin into his ears. His earlier indecision and disbelieving hesitance were long gone; his purple eyes had darkened so much they were almost black and Rhaena almost came undone just from the fiery look in his eyes.

Her gaze roamed appreciatively down his hard, muscled chest next, full of contours and ripples she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist reaching out to lick and feel all over if she wasn’t restrained by Daena’s ministrations. As her eyes glanced between his legs however, they widened dramatically.

‘What is that!?’ Rhaena thought to herself frightfully. Were all men’s manhoods that large? It hadn’t looked nearly as big when she had been watching it spear her sisters or thrust all the way down their throats. None of the books she had snuck glances at or her shameful spying on her sister’s intimacy could have prepared her for what it looked like up close.

Rhaena didn’t have long to process it. With a devilish smirk, Daena finally pulled her fingers out of her wet, tight twat and she knew they could all see how the strings of slick stretched between her fingers as Daena showed them off like a trophy.

“I think she’s more than ready for you now, Daeron,” she said.

Daeron placed his manhood, his cock, right at the entrance to her folds and just when Rhaena thought that he would lose himself to her lust and take her savagely like a brute, Daeron once again proved himself so chivalrous and knightly as he held himself back with an almost pained, desperate look in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked her.

For a moment she hesitated, scared of the pain. Then the thought came to her that despite so clearly wanting her so much it was painful, Daeron had still held back out of consideration for her. And that more than anything made her own confidence and ego swell. The fear was replaced by a feminine pride, her devout piety and faith long since forgotten. If Elaena of all people could take Daeron’s long cock, why couldn’t she?

She nodded bravely and braced herself for his cock to slip into her folds and claim her but Daena held him back at the last moment. “That’s not enough, Rhaena. You need to say it,” she said firmly, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Say what you want him to do to you. I know you can do it.”

Rhaena blushed furiously and covered her eyes, her mouth still frozen with embarrassment, unable to say the words, yet as she felt Daeron’s cock push along her folds and rub along the pearl of her womanhood, her willpower broke as she felt that twinge of pleasure and the overwhelming need to be filled overcame the last shreds of her restraint and propriety.

“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me, Daeron, please!” she begged desperately and it somehow felt so freeing to finally admit that aloud.

Daena’s voice was dry and needy as she ordered him. “Do it Daeron. Claim the last sister for your collection. Take her maidenhead and make her yours! Ruin her for the Faith and every other man just like you’ve done for Elaena and me!”

Daeron could hold himself back no longer and with how much Daena had teased and taunted both of them, Rhaena did not hold it against him when he lost himself to his lust and forgot to be gentle with her first time.

With a savage thrust, he buried himself right up to the hilt in her, her maidenhead breaking in an instant and her breath being pushed out of her lungs as she was filled up more completely than she had ever been in her life.

Rhaena screamed, but to her surprise, her screams were not of pain but sweet, sweet pleasure. Either her septas had lied to her when they had claimed it would hurt during a woman’s first time or her sisters had worked her up and teased her so much that she hadn’t even felt the pain of losing her maidenhead to a massive manhood like Daeron’s in an instant. Instead she felt her muscles tighten and ground down around him as she came undone with the most powerful crest she had ever felt in her twenty-two years on this earth.

“Oh? You must have been so very pent up if you came on the first thrust. While losing your maidenhead no less,” Elaena teased but Rhaena barely even heard her sister’s words.

Her mind was entirely dominated by the feeling of Daeron’s long, hard, thick cock inside her, stretching and filling up every inch of her insides as her folds convulsed and gripped all around him, her legs thrashing and convulsing uncontrollably around him.

She couldn’t help but watch, completely captivated as Daeron split her in half, over and over again. Each time his cock disappeared into her wet folds, Rhaena was unable to stop herself from moaning breathily as their hips slapped together and her breasts bounced in place from the force of Daeron’s thrusts.

Suddenly she felt a hand rest beneath her chin, forcing her to look right up into his eyes and her cunt quivered and squeezed as she shuddered from the look of pure hunger on Daeron’s face. His eyes were so dark now it was like staring into the void of night.

Rhaena gasped breathlessly, as Daeron’s lips pressed against hers, greedily claiming her first kiss for his own. She mewled and moaned as his tongue slipped past her teeth and tangled with her own, conquering her mouth even as his cock continued to conquer her depths, plundering her tight twat for all it was worth.

Broken by shame and pleasure, Rhaena’s shattered mind ironically defaulted instinctively to the teachings of the Faith she was dishonoring.

Were women not made to be men’s companions, she thought. Had they not been made to cleave to their husbands and submit to their will? The Maiden demanded chastity and fidelity in marriage, the Mother wished that all wives gave their husbands children, and the Father ordered that they obey their husband and serve him faithfully.

Daeron was not her husband, and Rhaena was not his wife, but in that moment, her mind forgot those inconvenient facts and her long-suppressed longing to be a wife and mother burst forth with a vengeance.

Her legs locked around him as he continued to thrust into her, her folds gripping down tightly on him, desperate to keep him from pulling out and leaving her empty yet loving it so much when he thrust back in and made her complete again.

The words that came out of her mouth next would have scandalized her normal, devout self, but in that moment, Rhaena couldn’t care less as she finally gave voice to her oldest and longest-held fantasy.

“Come inside me, Daeron! Fill me up with your seed! Give me your child! Breed me!” she begged shamelessly.

Daeron almost growled in response and Rhaena could have sworn she felt him grow even harder and larger inside her as he took her even more roughly than he was before, sinking balls deep into her with his every thrust slapping against the crack of her butt.

From the corners of her eyes, she could see Elaena and Daena’s jaws had dropped in shock, neither of them prepared for just how far Rhaena could go when she finally let go of all of her restraints. It wasn’t long before they recovered and it seemed that Rhaena had inflamed their own lust because they were soon whispering into Daeron’s ears to give her what she wanted.

“Do it Daeron. Don’t you think she’d look so beautiful with her belly swelling with a child? Your child? Just think of how horrified Baelor would be when he finds out you’ve lured his most pious sister into a life of sin and debauchery. Despite what he might think, know you’d be doing her a favor saving her from a frigid life of abstinence in the Faith,” Daena whispered, her voice absolutely dripping with need, as if the thought of Rhaena’s fall from grace aroused her more than anything.

“Her already huge breasts would become fat and heavy with milk. Don’t you think it would be just heavenly to bury your face in them and drink that sweet nectar to your heart’s content?” Elaena almost moaned. She said as if she was the one who would be drinking from her breasts, not Daeron.

All of their sinful suggestions only spurred Daeron on even more as he chased his own release, not even caring for Rhaena’s pleasure. Not that she needed him to. Just the thought of her fantasy soon coming true had her on a knife’s edge. She felt the crest building and building, higher than she had ever felt it go without snapping. As if she was the Dragonmont on Dragonstone just about to erupt.

Her cunt desperately craved to be filled with something more even when Daeron was buried to the hilt inside her. As if with every thrust he was battering down the doors to release something amazing, she just needed that one last piece. She was close now. So very close. She could feel it.

She kept begging and sobbing, urging him to go even harder, to fuck her until she came undone around him and fill her up with all of his rich seed.

Finally, the moment came. She felt him bury himself all the way inside her with a roar and she screamed in ecstasy as she felt his warm seed spill inside her fertile womb. Her mind went white as she felt her own essence rushing out to soak Daeron’s cock with her taint even as his last thrusts spurted more seed into her depths and she felt as if she came undone all over again with every single one.

She could have sworn she counted six, no seven, more thrusts and spurts before he finally collapsed atop her, utterly spent. His manhood remained inside her for a little while, still hard and tender as Rhaena thoughtlessly pulled Daeron in for another kiss, their tongues meeting once again as she closed her eyes.

For a precious few moments, Rhaena felt as if everything was right in the world. She had never felt more fulfilled, more complete, and she relished in the afterglow of their sex and the instinctive triumph of having a man seed her with the intent of impregnating her. Eventually the illusion broke however, and as Daeron pulled out of her, his cock finally softening, Rhaena came to her senses with a horrified start.

By the Seven… what had she done? She had just allowed her sisters to seduce her into an obscene orgy with their cousin! She had begged their cousin to fill her up with their seed! What would she do now? What if she fell with child because of this? What was going to happen!?

Just before the fear and shame could consume her entirely, Rhaena felt the tender embrace of her sisters and it grounded her in the moment. There would be time to repent and worry about the future later. Now at least, she had her sisters back and that at least was worth celebrating.

Yet when she opened her eyes, her contentment vanished in an instant. A new fear took root in her heart as she beheld the smoldering looks in Daeron and her sisters’ eyes, as if they were a pack of wolves and she a juicy lamb they had just found to devour.

Despite her exhaustion, Rhaena’s womanhood quivered with nervous anticipation beneath the fiery heat of their gaze as she realized in that instant that she would never be able to escape this.

And as all three of them pounced on her, their mouths and fingers and Daeron’s cock dragging her back into their world of endless sin and carnal pleasure, a guilty, shameful, depraved part of her decided that maybe she didn’t want to.

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Eleventh Moon, 169 AC

Daena

Daena’s face was a mask carved from stone as the child High Septon gave Baelor his last rites. The ceremony was tiresome and tedious, full of all the flowery religious tripe she had long since learned to despise. She was with child for Seven’s sake! She needed her rest! Why were they making her stand out here for this nonsense?

When Aemon and the rest of the Kingsguard finally set their torches down to light his pyre, Daena waited eagerly for the feeling of triumph and pleasure to flower in her heart but to her surprise it never came. She waited patiently for it but it never did. All the while the fire steadily burned, removing every last trace of that cruel, tyrannical fool from this earth as if it was cleansing them all of his presence.

She should have been happy, she thought. She should have been overjoyed. She had been when she had first learnt of his death and realized that she was now free, forever free of her imprisonment in the Maidenvault, free to be with Daeron again after Baelor had kept them apart for over a moon.

She had been so amused by the thought that Daeron might have quite literally cuckolded Baelor to death. The fool had prayed and fasted ceaselessly, refusing even bread or water in the last hours until he had finally collapsed, and nothing, not even the prayers of the peasant boy he had appointed as High Septon, could save him.

The funeral should have been the final capstone of her triumph over her captor. Yet why did the joy never come? Why did she just feel uneasy?

Desperate for answers, Daena looked to her kin all around her, wondering how they felt about the whole matter.

Aegon looked as if he was barely able to hold back a smile of amusement at Baelor’s death and Daena wished she could feel the same. Aemon and Uncle Viserys were grim-faced and impassive, though there were the slightest traces of both relief and grief on their faces.

Naerys and Rhaena were openly sobbing though, both of them tearfully mourning and despite herself, Daena’s heart couldn’t help but feel a little something, for their sake at least. Even Elaena did not have the joy or triumph that Daena was expecting, simply looking numb to it all.

With a start, it finally occurred to her just what it was that was making her uneasy. Something she had a feeling Elaena had realized as well.

For all that they had hated him, for all that he had treated them cruelly, Baelor had still been their kin. Once upon a time he had just been overly preachy and bookish, annoying whenever he went on one of his pious rants but tolerable otherwise. Before Daeron had died, before he had spurned Daena in their short-lived marriage, he had been their brother… and they had loved him once.

The uneasiness that she felt in her heart now, Daena realized it wasn’t because she was mourning Baelor, not as he had been before she had died. She was just realizing the permanence of his death, the final closing of everything that he had been, everything that he should have been, and everything that he could have still been.

Both of her brothers were dead now, and Daena was uncertain what the future held for her and her sisters. By all rights, the throne was hers but the Dance had left bad memories for most of the realm, tainting even the idea of a ruling queen. Not to mention, both Aerea and Rhaenys, the Queen Who Never Was, had been passed over for their uncles in the succession. Precedent did not favor her.

Daena had few if any allies among the nobility after her years of imprisonment in the Maidenvault. Especially since she could no longer offer her own virgin hand in marriage to win support. If her uncle Viserys, the successful Hand of the King for nigh over thirty years, sought to take the throne, would the realm really favor her ascent over him?

And if he did become King, what would happen to her and her sisters? That scared Daena more than anything. The fear that even with Baelor dead, she might still remain powerless and unable to control her own fate or protect her sisters.

Would their uncle just cast them all aside? Leave them all with bastards while he forced Daeron to honor the betrothal to Myriah Martell? Worse yet, would he simply choose her alone as Daeron’s wife to unite their claims and smoothen the ascendance of his own line while sending Rhaena, Elaena, and their bastards off to the Faith just as he had disposed of some of Aegon’s mistresses and bastard children?

The thought was paralyzing. She was responsible for this. In her ravenous lust and desire to spite Baelor, she had not just allowed but encouraged her own lover to claim her sisters for his own. Everything that happened to them would be her responsibility and Daena hated that she didn’t know if she would even have the power to safeguard them.

Her worries must have shown on her face because Daeron intertwined his hand with hers and she felt her heart calm ever so slightly. She turned to look at him and saw the reassuring gaze in his eyes and felt her worries put to rest. She knew what he was saying without words. That no matter what, he would make sure to look after her and her sisters.

It had been many long years since she had been willing to trust her fate to someone else. Even Daeron’s namesake had betrayed her in the end, dooming her to a loveless marriage she had never wanted. But Daeron, Daeron was her light. The love of her life. If there was anyone that she could trust, anyone that she could believe in, it was him.

Daena was certain of that. It was one of the few truths she had left. She didn’t know what she would do if it ended up being wrong just like all the others had been.

Maybe if her egg had hatched, she wouldn’t be in this situation, Daena thought bitterly. But no matter how much she had hoped and even prayed, no dragon had ever come forth for her or any Targaryen since the last dragon had died in her father’s reign.

She looked at it balefully as it burned on the pyre with Baelor’s and their sisters’ eggs. An honor she hadn’t thought he deserved but something she had gone along with nonetheless because Daeron had convinced her.

It was a fool’s hope for sure. In her heart, Daena hadn’t truly believed that anything would come of it but she had known what he had been trying to do. Even when things seemed hopeless, he was fighting with everything he had to ensure they controlled their own destinies for once. It was part of why she loved him so much.

Yet as the pyre burned until nothing remained but ash, Daena couldn’t help but feel that sliver of foolish hope fade away.

What had she been expecting, she thought to herself? Nothing had ever gone right for her in her life. Why would it start now? Even Daeron might soon be taken away, if not from her then certainly from her sisters at least.

Downcast and upset, Daena clung tighter to her lover, intent on taking him away from here so he could take her mind off things while they could still comfort each other like that.

Yet just as they were about to leave, she heard it.

Crack.

She froze in her step as the same noise sounded again. Daena turned around in disbelief, and her eyes widened in shock, her mind simply unable to accept the sight of cracking eggs and tiny wriggling scales and the sound of quiet chirps and cries.

Yet what her mind could not accept, her heart knew to be true as she felt the fire within her burst to life, feeling warmer and stronger than she ever had in her life. As if a missing puzzle piece she had always been looking for had finally slotted right into place.

Amidst all the ash and smoke, four writhing little hatchlings squirmed out of their eggs as they all looked on, awestruck. And for the first time in sixteen years, the world was filled with the music of dragons.

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Author’s Note: Huge thanks to Raging Smurf for his help with the chapter, hope you guys enjoyed it! It was a long time coming but I hope Rhaena’s spicy entrance into the quartent and the dragons hatching were well worth the wait!

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