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“I know he touched you, Rhaenyra. I can smell him on you.” Viserys said through gritted teeth, his anger igniting to life, each step he took closer to his daughter, his heir. “Did my brother fuck you like one of his whores?” She’s crying, tears glistening on her flushed round cheeks. It only encourages the anger to flare brighter, her silence and tears a sign of her guilt—shame.
Viserys stood before her now and he couldn't help but think of how much she looked like her mother. How intimate it felt to be this close to her with her dressed in her almost sheer nightgown, with her silver curls down, concealing her blossoming breasts from him. He wondered if her nipples were hard and pink like Aemma’s always were, begging for his mouth to suck and bite. It made his blood beat faster in his veins, adrenaline intertwining with it. His heart thumped wildly in his chest for the first time since his precious wife had died. And here was her exact replica before him—young and ripe and all his for the taking. His daughter who could give him sons, who could be her mother’s replacement in all aspects of his life. Fill the wound in his heart, soothe the bitterness in his soul, for she was half his. His cock half hardens at the thought.
Viserys sat down the moontea next to her bed shakily, breathing through his nostrils harshly. All he could smell is her. And him. His brother’s filth upon her flesh, tainting it, ruining her innocence. “I’ve exiled your sweet Daemon, my traitor brother, from Kings Landing on punishment of death.” Viserys said hotly, jealousy coursing through him. Rhaenyra let out a choked cry, burying her head in her hands and Viserys glances down towards the place between her supple thighs, concealed from him. He covets his brother for having seen it, first, touching her there, first. And he must know, he must see for himself, deciding once and for all. He would find out the truth, seek out the evidence with it upon his fingers.
He stroked over her hot cheek affectionately for a brief moment, before placing one above her breast, over her heart. It beat erratically and uneven underneath his fingers. “Lay back, daughter. Let me see for myself what my brother has done to you.”
“Father, please—” Rhaenyra whispered worriedly, but she was no longer his little princess, and she would learn what it meant to be a woman, grown and flowered. Viserys growled, his wroth and wrath overwhelming him when he gripped the hem of her gauzy gown and hiked it up her slim legs and rounded bottom, ripping it from her lower half. She shrieked when he forced her backwards onto the featherbed.“No, no, no! Forgive me, please! Father!” She begged, eyes wide, frightened of him and it made his dragon’s blood surge with want. Rhaenyra locked her thighs together, shaking her head desperately. Her sweet musk invaded his senses once more, he inhaled deeply, flaring his nostrils. He couldn't wait to taste her. “Open your legs, Rhaenyra.” He says evenly, eyes glinting, fingertips gripping the meat of her legs, “let your father see what your uncle has done. You cannot hide it from me any longer. I know you're wet, sweet girl. I will make your future half-brother heir if you do not obey me. Now, open your legs.” Rhaenyra shivers at the threat, not knowing she would be the one to give him her future half-brother, his son. Her lip quivers, her body relaxing into his, giving up and over to the man who made her, opening her legs up and gifting her father with the most glorious present he’s ever seen.
“Well, well, look at how pretty and pink you are.” Running his fingers along the inside of her thighs, Viserys paused when he reached the sparse silver hair decorating her womanhood.
“Spread yourself, my princess. Show your king that you're still a maiden, that you haven't been deflowered by your filthy uncle. And I’ll be gentle.” He smiled at her then, sweet poison dripping between his teeth.
“Father, I—”
“Do it, my sweet daughter, or I’ll send you to Oldtown where you can live out your days as a Septa, serving out the rest of your life on your knees, praying to The Maiden.”
Rhaenyra sniffled, beginning to cry again and it sent a sick thrill through Viserys, straight to his swelling cock.
“Now, I won't ask twice or I’ll send you back to that whorehouse if you do not comply!”
Her small fingers swiftly parted the inner lips of her pink folds and Viserys’ mouth waters, saliva filling every crevice of his hot mouth, starving for the sticky slick between them. And when he’s finally granted a glimpse at his daughter's most intimate place, the entrance to her tight cunt.
Viserys groans lustfully, yet disappointedly seeing that she is indeed not a maiden, that she's been deflowered and despoiled by his fucking brother.
Her maidenhead is torn and Viserys traces his fingers over it and she hisses the flesh still tender, but she's drenched. “My sweet daughter is no longer a girl, but a woman now.” Viserys grips his daughter's thin gown and tears the rest of it from her body, making her squeak, revealing her round teats to his gaze. “Lovely and pink just like your mother's.” He dips down and suckles one nipple into his mouth hard and fast, making her buck and gasp underneath him, his hands once again trailing down her stomach towards her center, and he rubs her hardened jewel nestled at the tip of her folds, making her moan this time.
“Mmm,” he responds against her nipple, releasing it with a wet pop, his lips placing wet kisses along the edge of her breasts then down the center of her belly, where he dips his tongue into her navel. Rhaenyra moans louder, instinctively spreading her legs wider to accommodate her father's tongue which laves hungrily through her silver curls, pulling them with his teeth before his hot breath ghosts over her throbbing clit.
“It feels good doesn't it, Rhaenyra?” He places his hand upon her belly, “the wanting? The ache?” He blows hot breath across her clit and she tenses, trembles. “Please, I ache too much. It's too much.” She thrashes her head from side to side before Viserys licks a stripe across her clit, tasting her for the first time. “Father!” She cries and Viserys does it again and again. Sweet musk mixed with seedy spend. His fucking brother’s cum tastes just like his own and it spurs Viserys on, thinking about how Daemon was just here, inside his daughter, fucking her hot hole and spilling into the place he's licking. “I’m going to clean his filth from you, sweet girl. Make you my little princess once more.” He grunts, then encircles her small pearl into his mouth, applying torturous suction to it. Rhaenyra’s buttocks lift off the bed, but he pushes her back down into it, starting to suck harder and she sobs, her legs shaking, begging for him to stop, her cunt overstimulated and sore from her uncle's rough treatment only hours prior. “I cannot! Please! It hurts!”
Viserys stops sucking on her clit and she gasps, “And who’s fault is that, Rhaenyra? You spread your legs like a common whore for my brother and he's a prideful, selfish man, like me. Possessiveness runs thick through our blood. Daemon has always coveted everything that was handed to me—especially you, my sweet. You were the one thing he wasn't allowed to spoil. You were forbidden, yet he still found a way to take your innocence from me. And you are half of me and for that I must make you whole and pure again, daughter.” Viserys then spreads her swollen lips apart and shoves his tongue into her tenderness, spearing her inner velvet over and over again and she screams, sobbing uncontrollably, loud enough for all of the Redkeep to hear, continuing to fuck her with his tongue. To feast on the combined fluids of her succulent slick and his brother's salty seed; his cock harder than Valyrian steel, the more he drinks down. Viserys moans, breathing through his nose, needing his daughter to come around his tongue as much as he needs her to come around his cock, so he traces small circles around her hardened ruby as her breathing gets more heavy, belly tensing and rippling above him, her channel tightening, feverish around him. He growls into it, sending a wave of vibrations that reverberate through her entire body.
“Oh, oh!” Rhaenyra whimpers, hands interlacing into his gray silver hair, beginning to grind her mound against his bearded face, which is completely soaked. It encourages him to curve his tongue upwards, thrusting more hungrily into her, his thumb pressing roughly into her rigid clit.
"Mmm, ahhh, please! Father! Oh, gods.” She curses and keens hoarsely, and then her cunt is clamping around his tongue, her juices explosive and erupting from her tight heat completely coating Viserys in her honeyed, sticky slick and he just keeps his mouth attached to her cunt until he's drained her of everything she has to offer.
After Rhaenyra finishes coming, Viserys' cock is hard, swollen, needing his release more than ever. He gets off his knees, wobbly, muscles already weary, for he's not the virile man he once was...and he surely won't last long once he sinks into her small orifice that swallows appendages whole.
He looks upon his young daughter, who is fast asleep now, her face tear-stained and flushed as a blood-red rose. All his to pluck and pick apart until her petals unfurl around his sharp thorn. And he shall sheathe her on it again and again, until her belly's full and blossoming with his seed.
Viserys is impatient and cannot undress fully so he undoes his breeches and slips his cock out then sinks into his unconscious daughter's body, moaning low and long in his throat. "Seven hells," he groans, eyeing his daughter's tight cunt which sticks to him, sucks him in, accepts him with little resistance.
She moans and sighs sweetly, making Viserys smile at her through his half lidded eyes.
"Daemon..." she utters breathlessly, eyes still closed, face marred with pleasure.
His fucking brother.
"Fucking Daemon?" Viserys grunts, beginning to thrust in and out of her angrily, possessively; wanting to drive all thoughts of him from her mind. While her father's cock is deep inside, delivering her true pleasure she won't find in his bloody useless brother. He should have killed Daemon with his barehands, chopped his cock off with Blackfyre, but Viserys' heart is too soft. Too damned soft, his love too deep for the both of them. So he takes it out on his only living child, his heir, his sweet daughter's fertile cunt; her womb that accepts both her uncle's and father's seed ardently.
Viserys grips the sides of her hips, his hands bruising her pale, luminous skin, using them as leverage to fuck into her more harshly. She is passed out still, exhausted beyond belief, but he will make sure she hears him, thoroughly, even if it's interrupting her dreams. "You will give me sons, Rhaenyra! You are your mother's daughter and you shall act the part! Become my wife and queen, my princess; taking my seed graciously everyday, until your womb is full and belly round!" He rasps, his legs burning, core coiling with deep desire, her cunt swallowing and serving his cock beautifully, squelching around it with each short thrust into her willing body.
"You will heed my demands, or I will force you to, like I did to your mother at first. Keep you locked in my room as my little whore and take my pleasure from you, until you learn what it is to be a dutiful daughter, gratifying and obliging her father!" Viserys then leans down and sucks her nipple into his mouth moaning around it, imagining them puffy and swollen, full of mother's milk and then he groans, eyes rolling back into his skull, crying out Rhaenyra's name as his climax overcomes him. Her cunt extravagantly milking his seed from his rigid cock stuffed deep in her, replacing his brother's cum with his; washing away the sins from her womb and making it holy and inviolable again. For Daemon, nor any other man shall have the honor of violating her body, but him, her father.
For what is a dragon's daughter, if not a duplicate of her mother? Comparable in beauty and blood; equivalvent in fire and fervency.
Akin to both of her parents—a mirror of her mother's grace, a replica of her father's resplendency.