House of the Dragons... Four Chapters

I sat at the king council meeting. My older brother, the king of the entire west side, the man who took his seat by the entire country voting him on him instead of her, he pasting the queen who never was, stares across at his most trusted advisors and his two brothers. {mc} Targaryen is my name, as my older brother Dameon looks at the seat he craves so deeply at the head of the council.

The King's daughter, Rhaenyra, pours a cup full of wine into a great gold large wine crystal with dragon symbols enter threading together. My niece let out a smile for me and my older brother. I look over at him and he to me. Both of our heads think about which one of us will lay with her first.

"I know. I know. But Essos is a little worried about us as we speak. Their unsullied numbers are dwindling as in-fighting keeps their cities from the unattainable full partnership and prevents themselves from coming for us. And the Dathroki can't swim, they pose no threat at all to our kingdom. I'm more worried about the fake creatures in the north than a Dothraki horde on the sea. Why do you pose these minute threats to me?" Said the king Viserys

Otto Hightower, your brother's hand of the king, said. "I know but there are rumors that Bravos perpetrating a myth that you Targaryen are killing off your dragons. The sole power of firing breathing machines is on its last legs."

The sliver-haired, hint of black in his beard, Targaryen said. "Our dragons will never be done. The Bravos are truly dung heads. They know absolutely nothing about what takes place in our courts or what our dragons are malleable of."

Daemon said. "Brother I agree. These people can't understand what it means to be a dragon. Most people will for the next thousand years crave and dream to feel like a Targaryen. But will never know the sensation of riding a dragon or being of our royal blood."

I said. "They can withstand how our royal scepter feels beneath their daughter and mother thighs though."

"Right you are brother," Daemon says chuckling at my words.

"Brothers, why are you so crass? Now there is something I want to bestow you, my brother Daemon." The king said as his daughter the same age as me spills another cup for the older father. "Tonight two thousand men will be put underneath your rule. You shall command the city watch gold cloaks. Help my city brother, by ruling my subjects."



Does my brother accept this from the King?




He does





I hear my brother sparring with Otto for a few minutes before he accepted our elder brother's task. I knew Daemon might take this new position of power a little far, as he did when he was appointed as the ship master. He orders his men to take over a few islands near Essos. Almost all of the royal fleet disappear during his two weeks of power.

Rhaenyra looks on surprised to see her uncle getting a new title so quickly after he perceives blunders. She wore an elegant, more expensive than many of the north keeps, dress. Her tight body fits flawlessly in the new fashion of Westeros.

"{mc} do you want to accompany me to protect our city," Daemon said as our king look us over.

Otto said. "My king, why don't we send your younger brother somewhere else? Away from the danger of... The outer region." His eyes make sure to tip off what he sees as a threat.

His stagger pauses pissing Daemon off. "Brother, my king, you and I both know. He will not come to harm if he is with me."

The King gave a slight nod, upset at how his council his behaving. "If {mc} comes back with a single scar, I will give you one to match and take away your right to rule. And send you back to your wife." He watches his brother head out. Then said. "Don't forget about the upcoming tournament."

Daemon smile. "Come brother, we have a few things to get set up."



My brother takes me to...



A Brothel



We enter together, in the local noble whore house. All of the rich men of King landings come here to escape their bitchy wives, the same as the visiting lords from around the Targaryen kingdom, and the men who are lucky enough to dig, find, and win gold in tourneys.

Daemon pats me on my back. "I hope you find your time here the same as me."

I ask. "Do I have to pay?"

He shook his long silver hair. "No, brother. A Targaryen gold is worthless here, the slutty whores are happy to be as close to royalty as we are near the Iron Throne." He sent me on my way. "Now, don't get into anything that I wasn't"

"That isn't much brother." I gripe back at my brother who went in his favor of this establishment. Most men heard rumors of Daemon's whore, if she ever got hurt, the men who visit her that day would end up in a ditch without their heads.

I found my way to a triplet of blonde head women. One tit would be unnaturally huge, one with a slender neckline almost like a young boy, then a blue eye girl with the most enchanting bosoms.

"My lord..." She spoke.

"I'm no lord. I'm the king's brother."

"You don't look like Daemon." She said touching my chest.

"Most people tend to forget about me. I'm the younger brother of our dear old king and my brother Daemon. He's told me we dragons don't have to pay for it."

She nods. "Yes. It is true. But we have to make sure you are telling the truth."

She walks away in her see-through flimsy silk, her ass knocking together in the godliest ways. My eyes are on her curvy backside as my eyes find a dark beauty. A creature from down south.

I walk over to the ebony skin woman whose breasts hung outside of her loosely fitting tunic dress. Her large dusk color nipples are on display.

"Hello, my sliver hair friend." She said in a husky low voice.

"Hi... My dornish friend." I said to her.

"Mmm, you seem of King's blood. Are you the king's younger brother?" She said uncrossing her legs to reveal her heavenly whore hole. "Your eyes are telling me you want to fuck me."

I could decide to wait on the blonde or fuck the dornish brothel whore. Which do I decide?




Fuck the Southerner



"I think I want to take a trip down the Dornish path," I say looking the gorgeous brothel girl over.

"Mmm come to my room, my lord." She said tugging on my striking armor front. She pulled me deeper down the brothel hallway to find an empty room.

"You know... Daemon. The Targaryen doesn't have to pay." Her plump lips find mine as we kiss. My mind went to first, how many cocks as she sucked so far then so why does she think I'm Daemon?

Not to waste this opportunity, I used my brother's name. "And what have you heard about the great Daemon Targaryen."

"Oh that your wife back home doesn't fuck you how you need. That you only can get off with the Kings landing brothel whores. Oh, and one of them caught your eye. And how you fell so deeply in love with her."

Could this be the prostitute my brother fancied, no I think not. "Yeah. If that is the case, why aren't you on the floor, sucking away at your soon-to-be king."

She fell to her knees at my words. Her plump mouth works my shaft as my cock gets free from my armor. I stare down at the Dornish woman blowing my cock. Her hair is a messy tangle jumble as she sucks my soul from my cock.

"Ahhh fuck. What is your name maiden?"

This causes her to giggle as her wet plump lips pop off of my cock. "A whore has no name. I'm only your object to cum in my lord." Her mouth resumed sucking my cock.

I feel my seed building as I stare down into her green eyes. "Ahhh fuckkkk."

Do I cum on her face or get a taste of the Dornish woman's pussy?