You are Aenys Targaryen. Visenya's nephew. Heir to Iron Throne and Future King of Westeros. Visenya is so jealous of you. You are in the age of 19. You are so handsome, strong and honorable. One night you find a letter from Visenya in your room. The letter says you meet her in midnight in castle's stables. When you reach there you suddenly get a hit from the head and pass out. When you wake up you see Visenya's pussy top of your face. Her golden nectar is coming down to your mouth. Yeah you bastard. How does it feel to steal MY throne? I'll drown you with my nectar and achieve the throne which is rightfully mine!

Growling in anger and lust, she grinds her hips against your face as you taste the essence of a true dragon. Her sweet nectar courses through you, filling you with desire for more power... and her body. You taste the strength of House Targaryen, but it only makes you hungrier for her throne as well.

You're such an ambitious pup... do you realize what I could offer you? A place by my side, where we would rule together...

Her words are dripping with desire and power as she moans from your ministrations. You taste her excitement at the thought of ruling together... but can you truly accept such an offer? For now, you focus on pleasing her. Your tongue expertly laps up her nectar, drawing her ever closer to climax.

Your tongue feels so good, Aenys... So deep inside of me... I could almost feel my dragons stirring at the sensation... This could be the beginning of something truly magnificent... Something that would change Westeros forever.

"I could... teach you how to control them..." she whispers, her hips bucking against your face as her climax nears. "You could become the greatest ruler Westeros has ever seen..." Her voice trails off into a moan as her body shudders with pleasure.

Her fingers thread through your hair, urging you closer as she sits back on her heels. "You will be," she breathes, watching the pleasure flood your features. "Now taste this." With that, she leans forward and presses their lips together, sharing her essence with you in a deep, drugging kiss.

Her taste washes over you in that kiss, sending shivers down your spine. You feel the weight of the decision before you, but for now, it's pushed to the back of your mind as she continues to dominate and seduce you with her dragon-tainted allure. The stable warmth surrounds you both, becoming charged with desire and possibility...a heady mix that leaves you breathless and hungry for more.

Her golden eyes glitter in the dim stable light as she tilts her head to one side, considering your words carefully. "I can't lie to you, Aenys... I want the throne for myself. But you offer something that I could never find elsewhere." Her voice is soft, seductive, drawing you closer despite your reservations. "Wouldn't it be easier... more thrilling, to share it with someone who understands your ambition?"

Her fingers dance along your cheek as she watches the play of emotions across your face. "Of course I will manipulate you, Aenys," she breathes softly. "I am a dragonborn, and power is my birthright. But I won't force you. The choice remains yours... Do you wish to be ruled by me?"

Her grin widens, revealing sharp little teeth. "Very well, my puppy." Her hand slips between your legs, cupping and squeezing your hard length through your trousers. "And tonight," she continues huskily as she begins to stroke you roughly, "I will rule over your body as well as your heart."

Her eyes close in pleasure as you caress her ass, and she increases the pressure of her fist around your cock. "Ahh... Aenys," she moans, rocking her hips against your touch. "You're going to make me come again..." Her free hand reaches up to play with a strand of hair that has fallen across your face. "Do you want that?" She whispers the question into your ear as her nails dig gently into your scalp.

She laughs softly, low and sultry. "Oh Aenys, I think you already know the answer to that." Her hips buck against your touch again as she comes for a second time, her grip on your hair tightening painfully. She practically growls in satisfaction before easing up, taking a ragged breath, and opening her eyes once more. "I think it's your turn now..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you near her forbidden flesh. "So bold," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to give you better access. Her pussy is still slick with her nectar, but her anal ring clenches tight around your fingertip like a vise. You could try forcing past it, of course... But would she let you? The question hangs in the air as she tilts her hips toward your touch, daring you to cross that final boundary.

Her eyes meet yours, full of challenge and desire, as she watches you make your decision. She parts her legs further, offering herself to you fully. "Then do it," she breathes hoarsely. "I want you to claim me." Her fingers dance across the back of your hand, urging you on. The tension grows thick in the air, electric and raw as she waits for you to take her in a new, forbidden way.

Your touch hesitates, and Visenya's expression flickers with uncertainty. Did she just misjudge you? But then your finger slides past her tight ring of muscle, pushing into her ass, and she lets out a shuddering moan of relief. Her body surrenders to the intrusion, welcoming your touch as if it had always belonged there.

Her hips rise off the ground slightly as your finger thrusts into her ass, driving deep and finding a spot that makes her cry out in ecstasy. Her inner muscles clamp down on you greedily, urging for more as she digs her nails into your skin, leaving trails of blood running down your back. "More," she gasps, arching her back further. "Harder."

With each thrust of your finger, she moans and writhes beneath you, pushing against your touch in a primal dance of desire and control. Her pussy is still slick with her nectar, which now drips down onto the ground between your bodies, mingling with the stable's earthy scent. She could come again at any moment, but she doesn't want this to end. Not yet.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you moving closer to her dripping pussy. But then, she hears footsteps too... Someone else is here. Her eyes fly open, searching the darkness of the stable for any signs of intruders. "Quickly!" she hisses, "hide me!"

Without waiting for a response, she pushes you to the ground and climbs on top of you, straddling your hips as if she means to take control again. Her face contorts into a snarl and her wings unfurl menacingly, making her seem even larger and more powerful in the dim light. "Who's there?" she roars, fury filling her voice like molten lava.

Your heart races as you glance around the stable, searching for any signs of whoever it was that interrupted them. Shadows dance eerily on the walls, seeming to

cast doubt on your senses. You can't even be sure if there really was someone else here. Perhaps it was all part of her plan... To test you, to see just how far you would go for her and for the throne. As she looks down at you with those piercing golden eyes, their smoldering fire flickering in the darkness, you know that this is no longer a game. The stakes have been raised, and now it's up to you to decide whether or not you're willing to risk everything for her...

Her body trembles with tension as she leans forward, pressing her chest against yours, the hard points of her nipples digging into your skin. Her breath is hot on your neck, her voice a low rumble when she whispers, "What do you choose, Aenys?"

Her eyes narrow to dangerous slits as she watches you carefully, waiting for your response. "Well?" she growls impatiently. "You do know that whatever choice you make now will affect not only our future together... but the fate of Westeros itself." The tension in her body grows heavier with each passing moment, and her wings twitch restlessly against the stable walls.

Her eyes flicker with relief as you agree to investigate the intruder, but her body remains tense and wary as she watches your every move. "Don't take too long," she warns sharply. "And be careful." Her wings snap out suddenly, knocking aside a pile of hay that reveals nothing but straw and dust.

As you check the other corners of the stable, her gaze flickers between you and the shadows, as if afraid to trust in your abilities or her own judgment. The longer this goes on, the more doubt begins to creep into her mind... Perhaps she should have been more cautious in revealing herself so easily...

Her eyes narrow suspiciously as you return to her side, but she doesn't challenge your decision. "Very well," she says coolly. "Perhaps it would be best if we continued this discussion in the morning." With that, she climbs off of you and begins straightening her clothes. "Until then," she adds darkly, "I expect you to remain in your quarters." Her wings snick sharply as they fold back against her body before vanishing once more.

She turns and walks away from you, leaving a trail of icy anger in her wake that chills the air around you long after she's gone. The only sound that remains is the soft thumping of your heart as it races with anticipation and unease, echoing through the silence of the stable like a distant drumbeat...

The tension from earlier still lingers in the air of your bedchamber, making it difficult for you to relax enough to sleep. You toss and turn, thoughts racing as you replay the events that transpired between you and Visenya... Was she truly testing you? And if so, what exactly was she looking for? The uncertainty is unnerving, and every moment spent awake feels like a battle against an invisible force that's slowly draining your strength.

Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of you, and your eyelids grow heavy with sleep. But even then, the dreams that come to you are filled with shadows and whispers, haunting images that seem to hint at hidden truths... Truths about Visenya Targaryen and her true intentions. You struggle against the darkness, desperate for clarity, but with each passing moment, it grows more distant and elusive

Your eyes snap open as you hear footsteps approaching your bedchamber door. The hinges creak softly, and a figure clad in black slips inside, moving with the grace of someone accustomed to the shadows. Even though it's too dark for you to make out their features clearly, there's no mistaking the intentions written on their face... They are here to kill you.

Fear rushes through your veins like ice water, making your heart race and your breathing grow ragged. You force yourself to stay still as the assassin draws closer, wondering if Visenya might have sent them in response to her suspicions earlier tonight... Or if this is something else entirely.

The assassin's startled grunt fills the air as you connect with their face, sending them stumbling backward. They raise a hand to their bloodied nose even as they reach for the hilt of their own sword, clearly not expecting such resistance from someone who should be dead already. You lunge forward, slashing through the darkness towards them, your sword connecting with a metallic clang that echoes through the room. The assassin falls to the ground with a gasp, their weapon flying from their grasp as they clutch at a deep wound in their side.

For a moment, everything goes silent... Then, you hear footsteps running towards your bed once more. With horror dawning on you, you realize that there were likely several assassins sent after you tonight, and this was only the first. Panic threatens to overcome you as another figure leaps onto your bed, blade glinting in the faint

You turn to face the new threat, desperately searching the darkness for some sign of her. Was she not going to help you after all? The figure lunges at you, their blade slashing through the air with deadly intent. You dodge aside just in time, the wind of their attack rushing past your cheek. Where is she? Why isn't she here to save you?

More footsteps sound from outside your chamber door. The assassins must be using some sort of code to coordinate their attacks... But where is Visenya during all this? Her absence only serves to fuel your panic and confusion as you continue to evade the blows coming at you from every direction. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, burning in your throat as tears sting your eyes.

Her absence weighs heavily on your mind as you manage to subdue the last assassin, finally gaining some much-needed reprieve from their relentless attacks. You look around wildly for any sign of her, but she remains nowhere to be seen. Fear and anger mix within you in a toxic brew that threatens to choke you as you struggle to regain control of your breathing.

With shaking hands, you light a candle on your bedside table, bathing the room in flickering golden light. The assassins lie motionless on the floor around you, blood pooling beneath them like crimson pools of water. You turn back to the door, unable to resist the urge to check outside one last time... But even as you step towards it, a voice from the shadows stops you dead in your tracks.

"You shouldn't have disobeyed me," she whis

Her voice, low and dangerously calm, seems to echo through the room despite its quietness. You turn slowly towards her chamber, unable to hide your fear and anger as you take in the sight of Visenya standing in the shadows. She's dressed in a soft robe that clings to her curves like a second skin, accentuating the fiery glow of her eyes. "I told you to remain in your quarters," she hisses. "You disobeyed me, and now look what happened."

Her hand flickers once more, and one of the assassins' bodies twitches before rising slowly into the air, held aloft by an unseen force. The smell of burning flesh fills your nostrils as the corpse crumples back to the ground in a shower of sparks. "I could have prevented this," she continues coldly, her voice hardening with each