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BEING IVAR’S DAUGHTER WOULD INCLUDE:

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◾ First of all; it would be an total known fact that your father, the Great Ivar the Boneless would resolutely believe that your birth were to be a blessing & miracle, hands down. 

◾ With that said, your father would thus believe that the All Mighty Gods from above gave you life for an very important reason, to which he would express his upmost gratitude towards them, each & every single day of his life, with bucket-loads of contentment & gratefulness, (etc).

◾ Overall, your father would be rather grateful &  joyousness upon having the chance to witness your birth or when holding you for the very first time, yet however in the rear dark corners of his mind, he would appear rather bewildered upon becoming a father, having been told prior hand, countless of times, that he wouldn’t be able produce any children (having believed so for sometime) & that no one could or would ever love a cripple, such as himself. 

◾ “For I may be greatly consumed by perplexed and astonishing emotions…” your father, Ivar the Boneless, would begin to speak lowly, chagrin lacing his tone in a way in-which he seemed to be in awe of your sleeping figure. “But I would prefer this more than the wretched anger I constantly feel.”

◾ With that noted, it would be incredibly evident that you would have a particular & special place within your fathers heart, to which would never change with your growing of age & so on. 

◾ Your father & daughter bond would blossom throughout the years as rather inseparable & unbreakable, to the point that no mere mortal or God like being could ever splinter, (etc). 

◾ If anyone (man, women, beast, whatever or whoever) were to approach you with fowl, ill or any negative words or intentions, it’s certain that your father would clearly drag himself over rapidly, spitting not only threats of venom towards them, but also his acclaimed and unrelenting wrath.

◾ Thus vowing to them, - promising upon the all Mighty Gods -, that if they were to ever speak of or think of you in anyway, shape or form (the list definitely goes on) again, he wouldn’t hesitate to have each & everyone of them Blood Eagled in front of the entire nation.

◾ If that weren’t to workout, your dear father would inflict a massive amount of violence & pain upon or towards them, in which would be filled with so much focused fury & absolute torment that he’d ensure that they’d never have the ability of walking in a straight line once more.  

◾ “I swear to all the Mighty Gods above that if you ever go near my daughter again, I will personally do more upon you than dragging your ass into the dirt!” He’d bellow boorishly without showing any form of hesitation whilst complete rage consumed his whole being. 

◾ After that encounter, there would definitely be no way in Hel that your dear father were to ever see you as an grown woman to whom is capable of keeping yourself safe when you age older. It ending with your father keeping an rather close eye upon your every moves from then on, (etc).

◾ “What are you talking about?” your father would question out rather distastefully at your sudden question upon if courting and marriage were to be apart of your near future. “You’re too young to muster up thoughts of courting and marriage! ” He’d added rather in an grumble at you, waving his hand as though dismissing the topic entirely without another word spoken.

◾ It would be an known fact that your father, Ivar would be an quite protective father. Like protective scary & upon a completely different level than others would appear with their own children. People would most diffidently end up probably dying within terrible ways because of how possessive he would appear. You’re his daughter, so he truly & deeply cares about you.  

◾ “No one is good enough for you, dear daughter.” Ivar would lean forward, grinning as though he weren’t being serious, though the twist of his eyes and mouth churning suddenly made you think otherwise. “And if you meet a man, - or a woman for that matter -, and you think you’ve found the one… You’d better think again.”

◾ Your fathers anger would scare you immensely, to which he’d tend to try to shield you from it at times, but he can be tense and harsh, not understanding how to exactly be around you. But you know of what the citizens of Kattegat say of him, and you know that it’s true.

◾ Growing up he would play with you whilst often finding it rather hard to be gentle with you in moments like this between you both, because of how very small & physically frail you would be. Deep down having a true fear of himself ever accidentally harming you, to which he wouldn’t forgive himself for if that were ever to unfold, (etc).

◾ Yet as you grow more older in time, he would still be soft with you at times between you both, but would become more harsh in some ways, ensuring & teaching you about how the worlds really is, but also  shielding you when he calls for it, but not always being so successful with that.

◾ There’d be no dating at all. Period. 

◾ With that topic ahead, if you were ever to date, it would be whomever your father would pick for you, hands down. Ivar is one picky son of a bitch & wants someone to whom would be able to take care of you, is intelligent, willing to treat you with the upmost right but also respect, can protect you with their life & someone to whom is a real Viking. 

◾ You’d be the reason to why your father smiles much of the time. Seeing you grown up & to witness you being your one true self would really make him blissful with the upmost happiness. 

◾ You’d most likely have his temper, & he would be for sure proud of that. 

◾ It would be somewhat rare for you both to get into arguments, surprisingly, but if that were to ever happen, it would be rather intense & frightful situation for others to witness. Often ending with words full of venom from both parties & having no type of control within yourselves, to which no mere mortal nor God could split up. It would be a bloodbath, hands down. 

◾ With that said; it would also result in with both parties no longer uttering even the smallest words to one another for quite sometime or chasing a glance towards each other. The silent treatment would be rather quite a big thing between you both in the end, lasting for quite sometime. 

◾ It would take ages for either of you to cave in, usually it being yourself to do so, but almost as much as your father, Ivar. Clearly becoming quite uncomfortable & saddened with how far apart you both have become of this argument. -not unless you ever become a Christian- -to which clearly would be a complete no-no with your father-.

◾ He knows deep down that he cannot stay angered at you forever.

◾ Once again becoming ever the more inseparable with one another.

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PRINCESS DAELLA TARGARYEN fanfic edit | f!daeron the daring

The third daughter of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent Hightower. Vivacious and charming as some would say the Maiden herself, she was favored between her mother's daughters. Alas, the blood of the dragon proved to run through her veins all the same, and she herself demonstrated more than once she fears not to be daring.

ೃ࿐ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡: 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

summary : you are the youngest daughter of Viserys I Targaryen and Aemma Arryn. Outlived your mother and your older twin brother, Baelon, in childbirth. You were titled as (Y/n) “The Undying” Targaryen.

pairing : jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader

warnings : incest, tension, sexual content, age gap (reader is about 3-4 years older), jace is about a year older in this fic, misogyny, self-harm, violence, angst, teen pregnancy, birth, meraxes is alive and thriving with vhagar :D

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Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

BEING RAGNAR’S AND LAGERTHA’S DAUGHTER WOULD INCLUDE:

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◾ Being this power couples daughter would be a blessing in itself; for your parents would love you unconditionally, no matter if their relationship tarnished.

◾ Your parents would be extremely proud of you whenever you would accomplish anything - great or small -, particularly if you did so within regards to your goals.

◾ They would also be proud of what would be in store for your future, supporting you through everything.

◾ Constantly praying to the God’s for your well being. For they wish nothing more for you than true happiness.

◾ If you had a desire to become a very adept and proficient shield maiden like your legendary mother Lagertha, be aware that she would teach you all the ways of becoming a shield maiden before hand and without you realizing it.

◾ Even if you wished not to become a shield maiden, you would be taught more than just the basics to keep yourself and your home safe.

◾ When hearing of this news, your father Ragnar would be authentically proud of you for stepping up and finding something that you took great interest in.

◾ He would thus end up teaching you a thing or two in training.

◾ Your father would practice with you, wishing to be soft with you, but if you were not learning, he would demonstrate many of the dangers that could become possible upon the battlefield.

◾ Please be aware that your parents would support you with anything that you truly desired; doing their best to nurture that and help you to achieve your dream.

◾ They would definitely keep their eyes focused on you, even when you think that they do not, they are. They would not wish to lose you.

◾ Your parents would make sure to tell your Uncle Rollo or older brother Bjorn to keep a very close eye on you when they are gone or when they are too busy. 

◾ Your father and mother would try their best to make time for you, if it were to be one on one or just in the form of a loving family moment. They would cherish each and every second with you and would treat it like it were to be their last. 

◾ Your mother Lagertha would take yourself and your sister Gyda on fishing trips, teaching the pair of you how to catch fish the proper way. She would also teach you how to prepare fish the right way, also.

◾ With that said, your parents reminding you to one day teach your own children the techniques and joys of farming, so then your children will know. Thus hopefully your own will carry it through the future generations to come.

◾ Your parents would teach yourself and your siblings the ways of farming, sometimes telling you stories of what they both went through, giving you tips on how to look after the farm the proper way.

◾ Rollo spoiling you rotten, as well as your siblings, which would make you all smile.

◾ Your parents telling you old tales of the Gods and old legends that their own parents had told them when they were growing up. 

◾ Your father taking you on trips to see Floki the famous boat builder and his wife Helga, which ends up with Helga teaching you how to make convenient medicines and what different herbs can cure what, etc.

◾ Since you visit Floki so much, the boat builder would end up teaching you the ways of building a boat and would let you help him with carving wood pieces for the boat that he was building at that moment in time. 

◾ All of your family members and family friends being extremely protective of you and making sure that no harm were to come your way. 

◾ Training with your father whilst your mother watches with a proud look, only for Bjorn and Gyda to join in. 

◾ Sticking close with your siblings. 

◾ When your parents split up, you find it very hard to pick whether to stay with your father, Ragnar, or going with your mother, Lagertha. In that way, you share the confusion and inner-conflict that Bjorn does.

◾ When you tell your mother that you bleed for the first time, she would be so proud, helping you through the entire process.

◾ Being extremely close to Athelstan and the other citizens in Kattegat when the plague hit and mourning your late sister.

◾ You and Gyda would be close, being the only girls and losing her would cause you to mourn her loss in such a hard way that it would worry those who love you, especially your mother and father.

◾ Athelstan would comfort you during this time, causing you to be much closer to him than your siblings.

◾ Bjorn would inadvertently be the one to pull you out of your depression, forming a closer bond between their pair of you. Your mother and father would smile at this, telling you how proud Gyda would be that you two are sticking together.

◾ Being utterly loved by your family and the family’s close friends. 

◾ Having your parents temperament at times; which often causes humorous bickering between them.  

◾ “Our beloved daughter has the temperament of a wild beast. I wonder where she inherited such a quality from.” Ragnar would sarcastically remark to Lagertha as he gets ready to drink his ale. 

◾ “Oh, I’m not sure, dear husband…” Lagertha would state sarcastically. “Something tells me my love, that the God’s have blessed this world with another beautiful young woman who just can’t digest the stupidity of men who do not think before they speak.” She would say as friendly as Ragnar had began before she almost growled the rest out; resulting in Ragnar nearly spitting out his ale. 

◾ If you were to suffer from night terrors just know that your mother and father would try their best to calm you down and comfort you whilst this happened. 

◾ “There is no reason to be terrified our dear daughter…” Your mother uttered out as she softly moved the damp wet messy hair that clung to you forehead away. “It was only a bad dream…” Your father began as he made his way over to where your bed was.  “We would never let a phantom go near you, dear child.” 

◾ If you stayed with Ragnar, you would miss your mother desperately. You would have ill feelings towards your father at first, but you knew that he would need you. At least you had Athelstan during this time.

◾ You wouldn’t really like Aslaug all too much, but you would tolerate her. You may even eventually grow closer to her, but reminding her that she would never replace your mother.

◾ If you were to go with your mother, you would miss your father, your uncle Rollo, everyone in Kattegat and Athelstan. You would long for the day that your family would be reunited once again. And due to the circumstances of Lagertha’s new marriage, you would be heavily protected by her and Bjorn.

◾ When, and if possibly, you reunited with either of your parents, there would be tears shed and many celebrations set out and experienced.

◾ People would often look at you and Bjorn and see greatness, as your parents were so famous.

◾ When going on raids, your family would fight together, and what a strong unit it would be.

◾ Even though you are only the half-sister’s of Ubbe, Sigurd, Hvitserk and Ivar, you would love them as your full brothers. They would love you immensely and be protective over you.

◾ You would mourn your fathers death as you may be more sensitive, but you would accompany your brothers upon seeking to avenge him.

◾ When your half-brothers attempt to kill your mother, you would not settle for it, nor would you settle for Astrid threatening your brothers, or your mother for that matter. You would feel caught in the middle in such a situation.

◾ Even though over the years your family had been broken up and become dysfunctional, you would be happy to have parents as you do, no matter the mistakes that they have made.

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Hi, could you write something that deals with this? ......

https://www.tumblr.com/mhsdatgo/737617577019408384/gorgeous-little-piece-of-shit-king-that-lives-in

So at first I was like lmfaooooo but then I was like wait I can put this little blonde bitch in the WORST situation. I shall do my best, thanks for the request, I hope to get back to my pathetic Aegon roots for this one.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dark divergence from canon, Aegon is more cutthroat, King Aegon, Lannister!Reader, she’s a daughter of Tyland, Tyland is on his king behavior, meanwhile dumbass Jason, Aegon has the wife parade, he’s literally still little baby man, Manipulative and morally gray reader, Aegon Is A Pain Slut, ye olde cock ring, ruined orgasms, Degredation, bratting for like 1s, breeding kink, boobs fixation, overstimmimg, pnv!sex

A/N: Wayyyyyy off canon and just so I can make this guy cry also I try to stray from making oc’s but bc it’s a Lannister reader y’know. Body type/face/skin/hair texture is up to you, just know gold hair and green eyes. Also kinda got into a storyline? Idk smut is here!!!

As Tyland Lannister’s only daughter, he sought to keep you on Casterly Rock. It was rare for a house as proud and mighty as yours not to have their fairest ladies sent to catch a dragon’s eye. Or merely have it chosen for you. Jason would’ve had you wedded and bedded to any of the white haired boys by now. Your father was stated once in a letter, “I’d liken it to a den of snakes rather than dragons.”

From his reports they were strange or downright deviant, controlled heavily by their green side of the family. Rhaenyra’s brood was of a better nature but obviously born from the seed of Harwin Strong. So you went about your duties, becoming a fine educated highborn lady to sit around and pop out babies. Maybe order fancy dresses out of boredom.

Although you dreamt that a handsome white haired man would take you dragon riding, that was not your future. Fate had other plans. Firstly, you were barred from going to the grand wedding of Prince Aemond to Lady Cassandra Baratheon. Strangely enough, it was to be held at the Hand’s gloomy accursed Harrenhal. You wrote an angry letter to your father and another to Jason, downright distraught over missing another royal wedding.

Tyland wrote back simply, “I do not want you in that bewitched place. I have an uneasy feeling about this. I pray for you and love you dearest lioness of Lannnister, still roaring her heart away.”

The initial anger faded to fear. Then the news had returned. Your Maester read the report. Dragon against dragon, blood to blood, they would call the failed union the ‘Green Wedding.’ Crown Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon, all children dead but her toddling boy and blonde babes still on Dragonstone

King Viserys had died the night before. Otto Hightower took matters into his own hands. Some would say it was well executed but not thought out. The princess Helaena had perished, the Blood Wyrm Caraxes attacking her in a fury before she could make it to her own dragon.

Prince Aemond and Aegon had taken to scorching Rhaenyra’s tent, and all of her accompanying vassals. Harrenhal was lit aflame again— the Strong’s burning up in a sea of smoke. The rest of the Hightower’s had been haphazardly thrown into a wheelhouse, Queen Alicent purportedly retching and sobbing, crying for her daughter and late husband. They laid in boxes behind the cart. She had the young Daeron only for comfort.

Your mouth twisted up at the retelling of the scene of kinslaying and wretchedness. Your family had no love for the Black’s but for the Green’s to so vilely destroy their own flesh and blood. You idly wondered about all of those dragons without riders. What Corlys and Rhaenys would do? She was fierce and only had the young Baela and Rhaena.

Tyland had written to stay put, the Westerland’s swore to the new King Aegon. War broke out as expected. The dragons saw an end to the strife, the realm back under control of a horrid king. They called it the half year’s war. People spoke in hushed tones even at Casterly Rock.

Accursed family, we’re all doomed.

Otto Hightower should be sent to the wall— alas, then we’d have an idiot as a king.

Is the King going to marry soon?

You personally hoped he would marry soon. Jason had requested a portrait of you done. There was no hidden reason why— he wanted lion’s blood on the already drenched Iron Throne. Your own father was staunch against that, writing that he had received a proposal from the Reyne’s of Castamere. You had smiled at that, their heir Ser Lynden was particularly handsome and kind. They had the riches to keep your lifestyle the same.

Not like the Targaryen’s didn’t. King Aegon could maybe see for a Dayne girl and their ashen hair, purple eyes. Or a Celtigar, they still had Valyrian blood. Mayhaps import one from Old Volantis— they claimed strong ancestry.

Alas. The raven came, your father’s anger poorly concealed.

“Even after all of my duties and help to the crown, asking for the Hand to keep my only daughter out of this, you are requested to be shown before the king along with the other highborn ladies of the Realm. I thought about setting my fool brother’s portrait on fire. It shall be good to see my lioness. I will be there every step of the way. Be kind.”

Your stomach sank to your toes before rising back up with anger. If that kinslaying mongrel deviant whore thought for a second he would enjoy your company? Oh he would be wrong. Dragons may have claws but so do Lions and they are long and sharp. Huffing in anger, you stormed away from the letter.

The trip to the Red Keep was abysmal. It rained the entire way, you had to stop at Deep Den for a night to let the rains up. Their stony, cold castle was damp and you barely slept a wink. Then back to the Gold Road until the city walls and the Red Keep towered in the distance. You awed at the Dragonpit and the great Sept and it’s crystals.

But the stench of the city was vile, rotting fish and dung heaps. Nasty little peasants ogling your gold and red wheelhouse. Your frown deepened, anger boiling your blood. There was no way one could enjoy living here, fight to be here! A pile of shit with a Castle on top.

You were warmly welcomed by your father, a maid holding your dress aloft so the golden filigree wouldn’t get all mucky. Tyland hugged you and exhaustion fell over your body. You missed him dearly, the singular parent. Although your grandmother was very dear, she too had passed not too long ago.

Heads were still on pikes behind you. It too smelled of rot. In a miserable warble you said, “I detest it already, please dress me up ugly, maim me.” The fool Jason patted your back and laughed, “Ah, I missed your acrid tongue. King’s Landing is an acquired taste. Your quarters are facing the Blackwater so you can get some fresh air.”

“Others take you and that damn portrait,” you hissed at nuncle.

Tyland led you quietly into the huge keep, prying eyes from all around. No pale haired Targaryens to be seen. You could hear them whisper about the gold of your hair, the wealth oozing from the gown. Yes, like any of you have seen true class since the Conciliator Passed.

Once in the room you snapped at a servant to pour wine, sipping while other’s shuffled in and out to bring your trunks of goods. Tyland even spoke up, “Careful with that dress, please, it is for tomorrow.” You spat, “Tomorrow?”

He held a finger up, exhaustion lacing his face. Swirling the wine around you watched the bay and waited until it was just the two of you in a comfortable silence. Your father and you could do that— know without speaking, listen when to listen. Tyland looked aged as he sank into the cushioned chair. He ran a hand over his face and sighed, “I thought the Dowager queen would have my back. Her son is much more willful than we thought. Otto wants our coin too.”

“Borrow it from a bank and maybe they’ll root these vipers away,” you whispered under a covered hand. You’d been informed of the spies all about under Larys Strong. Tyland hummed a laugh, beckoning you over. Crawling into his lap, you felt as if you were a child again, emotions welling.

He rubbed your heaving back and shushed your cries. You hiccuped, “I-If he-he-he ch-chooses me!” Tyland sighed and finished in a quiet murmur, “You will show him that a lion is nothing to play with. King Aegon may be a pandering fool but he is easily swayed. Most of us think he has eyes for the Tyrell cousin.”

“Good,” you heaved. Then cried in your fathers arms until he put you to sleep at some point, kissing your forehead. Sleep was restless and pointless, you managed to gather some hours before the maidservants came to dress you.

They bathed, scrubbed, used imported Westerland items. The smell made you homesick. They braided and twisted your hair, pinning a red and gold piece on top. The dress was just as proud— gold, rubies, pearls decorating the sleeves and neckline. Myrish lace was up to your chin, secured by a choker of more exquisite jewels of peridot to bring out your eyes. It cuffed at your wrists too. Maybe it would be too much for the weak willed king.

The choker represented who you would always belong to— House Lannister, the sigil in solid gold and red enamel cinching your waist. He could take the maiden with her tits corseted to her chin. Needed a broodmare. A lingering voice tutted, “He may find holes where he pleases, the king needs a queen.”

The door opened, Tyland extending an arm, lips in a tight line. He knew what you looked like. A queen.

The hall was full of highborn Ladies as you entered, you recognized most of the sigils. The King Aegon sat on the throne lazily, sipping wine while Otto ordered around women. A girl in the colors of Rosby didn’t even make a step up before he said, “No chin, next,” he looked down at Otto, “I’ll never believe a portrait. The Lannister girl probably looks like Jason with teats.”

Anger bubbled in your chest at his flippant demeanor and comments. The queen sat next to Otto, chiding Aegon. Thankfully you had awhile. A while to get rightfully furious with this brat of a king! You’d med squires with more dignity than he!

As you neared the imposed throne, you gauged the King’s looks. Definitely Valyrian with his pretty white waves and big violet eyes— hazy with drink and boredom. He was not of a warrior’s build, he had shapely thighs but the rest seemed to be softened from his infamous gluttony.

Aegon yawned and pointed, “Redwyne? Not bad, Cole, go put her in the ‘perhaps’ section. Green eyes moved to the score of ladies looking fearful over toward the side. How crass. You could cut his cock off. Off! So embroiled in coming up with torture scenes you blinked suddenly at the boom.

“Lady Lannister of Casterly Rock, daughter of Tyland. Aged 19.”

You stepped forward and kept your chin high, holding Aegon’s gaze intently, lips stiff. The king perked up, moving forward to get a look. He laughed, “Your father is on my council and you don’t pay obeisance?” With a grimace, the king Aegon was presented the weakest curtsy.

Jason looked wide eyed from the side, mouthing, “PLAY NICE!”

Aegon hummed, standing up to walk down the throne, crowds gasping. As he drew closer you noticed the burns going down his cheek below his collar. Violet eyes swam with something, a ringed finger tapping your chin. He rasped, “A lioness for sure. Just overjoyed to get yanked from your golden castle. Is that why you out-dressed the entire kingdom?”

“I had to make sure you knew who I would always be, my liege,” you hissed, “Dragons can be tamed.”

“So can lions,” he quipped back, full lips splitting into a grin. He curled burned fingers into the lace guarding your neck. Aegon cooed, “I do wonder what you’ve got hiding under here. I’m guessing you have some nice teats. That’s my favorite game at the brothels.”

“You’re a vile little kinslaying creature.”

Otto and Alicent seemed to panic before Aegon laughed— a shrieking giggle. He stepped back up onto the dais and cheered, “I have chosen! The Lioness shall be mine blushing bride. Cheers!”

There was the sound of more defeated ladies but their fathers were cheering. Tyland looked ghastly grim, nuncle coming to peel him away. You refused to face the crowds, stepping over to the queen and the hand, fully curtsying. The queen grasped your palms and pled, “Please, guide him the best you can. I see a strength in you I haven’t seen since…,” she looked off and grew drawn. Lord Otto smiled, “More Lannister’s the merrier. Maybe Tyland can lighten his load.”

Aegon asked, “Alright, so when do we begin planning?”

You huffed and went to your father, hot tears soaking your cheeks. You misjudged. You thought he would be repulsed by a powerful woman. Instead he plucked you right up and now held you in this cage for a home. ‘A caged lion is still a lion, yes, yes’, you thought.

Tyland stated with a fury you had never seen before, “You will make that spoilt dragon break and bend.”

“Of course father.”

Aegon whined from between your feet, a dainty gold chain clasping his wrists, connected up to a gold collar engraved with rubies. This king you once hated belonged to you heart and soul. He’d do anything, but you just preferred him to listen and be your pretty fuck toy. You felt love for him differently. Still love.

You were in a lace shift, barely covering anything, full tits and the gold curls of your cunt showing through. Aegon made to lave at your knee, getting slapped off. The blonde mewled, “Whyyyyy? I’ve been good?” Toeing his flushed cock, the pathetic thing whimpered and his prick oozed on the marble. You asked, “Tell me why you’re in trouble, My King?”

He swallowed around the collar, doe eyes watery and lashes clumped. Aegon’s cheeks turned red and he barked, “I’m the fucking king, I can say what I like!” You picked up the oak paddle and slapped his soft pooch of a belly, Aegon whining and writhing— the freak spurting more cum, hunching over and wheezing at the pain to his tender tummy.

“If you aren’t going to be my special boy, then I’ll just let you sit here and think about your actions.”

“No! No, I’ll be your special boy my lioness. I should not have japed at that squire over dinner.”

You cocked your head and leaned closer, “Why is that hm?”

Aegon sobbed sharply, pouty lips blubbering, “Be-be-because Iburnedhisfamilyscastleafterkinslaying.” You smiled and patted his unruly waves, smiling, “Good boy. The Seven may give you a chance. Probably not because you set your sister and uncle aflame, then proceeded to burn half the kingdom. You should be at the Wall with other war criminals.”

He nodded and cried, spreading his creamy thighs out for you. It was vastly amazing how much Aegon loved to be degraded yet praised. Your special boy. Sliding down the chair you perched on the king’s thighs, cradling his head with your sharp nails. You cooed, “Just needed a guiding hand, look how the kingdom has blossomed since you became my special boy? So pathetic and hopeless. My pretty little baby.”

He whined, arching into your touch, begging for a kiss. One you allowed, letting the needy little thing lap and press fervent kisses to your own. He drooled, you wiping it away and taking over the lip lock. Nibbling gently at bitten lips, lapping into a tongue that tasted like sweetened wine. Aegon relaxed into your embrace, leaking all over your thin gown.

He began to rut and rut against your cunt, whining into your kisses. You indulged him until he was swelling and stuttering, backing off and fitting the gold chain around his cock. Aegon wailed and fell back pathetically, the ruined orgasm fucking up his senses.

“Noooo, no, no, I apologized!,” he protested meekly.

Shaking your head you shrugged, “I decide when you are absolved, not a thought in that pretty blonde head. Above man, we are gods, pfft.” He grumbled and squirmed, digging his toes down in frustration.

You returned to play with him, massaging his soft belly while suckling on the tip of his purpling prick, fingers rudely shoved up behind his heavy balls. Aegon moaned and shook, calling your name and begging for release. You drank down his bitter cum, leaking from the attention to his sweet spot from below.

You pulled off to thumb around the crown of his cock, cooing, “Oh you’re so gorgeous. My pathetic, soft little dragon. Feels so so good, yes?” He was practically riding your fingers, shying away from the intensity of the stimulation to his cockhead. The blonde keened, “S’good, g-gonna!” He wailed and thrashed harder, tears streaking a blotchy face. Only a thin stream leaked from his second ruined one.

Aegon was babbling apologies now, promising dresses, jewelry, lands, his heart in a box if he could. It was garbled with his slurry tongue and fervent need. Gibberish really if one didn’t see this side of their pouty king. What the wretch turned into when denied a good release— a snotty, sobbing, wonderful broken mess.

He heaved sobs now, oversensitive to even the cool air. But his balls were full and swollen. Patting a limp thigh you asked gently, “Do you want to come now? Inside me? Your punishment is over.” Aegon sniffled, “Please my love.” You would keep the ring on for now but take it off once it didn’t seem he may blow on sight.

Aegon whined high in his chest, more tears falling as you eased onto his plump prick, extra swollen and hot. You gasped and grabbed blonde hair, praising, “Mmm- yes my darling precious boy. Filling your queen up good.”

He groaned and feebly arched, grabbing your tits and holding them as you rode his overused cock. Aegon cried and whined for a suck, you allowing him to take off the shift and shudder as plump lips enveloped your tits. He squirmed and lapped eagerly, loving to have a mouthful of your teats. Especially during that first pregnancy.

You were already close from the intensity of the punishment, swirling around your button while unlatched the gold ring from behind. Aegon’s eyes flew open as he moaned vigorously, balls pumping you full immediately as he writhed around, still attached to your full chest. Your lashes fluttered at the warm feeling, cunt sucking and enjoying the heat, slick, good pleasure.

Hopefully this would take too. Another little one to dote on. Aegon was full on sobbing now, overwhelmed with emotions. You helped him to sit upright, still inside. He mewled, “S’too much.” You hugged his frame and cooed, pressing little kisses to his tender scars, “It’ll numb out, we want this to take do we not? Be good.”

“M’ still your special boy?,” he asked with reddened eyes.

Petting a full cheek you responded, “Knew whether I liked or not you would be. Hush now, relax, we’ll get some dinner and a warm bath my sweet. Tomorrow is a busy day.” He nodded and nuzzled between your tits like a babe. You smirked. Who knew this power could be claimed without bloodshed?