"Haaaah…"

  The horde was endless. Joffrey sliced through all that came at him, men or women, anyone with an arakh. Anyone brandishing an arakh fell to his fire-spewing bde. Flesh parted like melted wax, bones snapped like brittle twigs. Every strike was a death sentence.

  But for all his fury, the wounds tearing through his body bled freely. A mortal wielding the weapon of legends, he felt the weight of exhaustion cwing at his strength. He couldn't count the number he'd sin; the small mountain of corpses around him spoke volumes—too many to name.

  The Dothraki, once stunned and fearful, grew frenzied. Their shock turned to savage bloodlust, and every warrior set their sights on Joffrey. He fought on, but the tide was too great. Slowly, inevitably, the fire in his bde—and in his body—began to falter.

  Until the st moment, his arm swung the bde. But before he could realize it, that darkness swept him in its embrace. The csh of steel and the screams around him vanished, swallowed by a sudden, eerie silence.

  Rest, at st, his body felt.

  But it came at the cost of immense frustration.

  What of Daenerys if he was to fall?

  ####

  Daenerys felt as if the earth beneath her was moving. It felt hard to keep bance, her vision blurry, and her insides churning. Panic-stricken, with fear in her heart, she failed to recognize Joffrey as the man swung his bde to protect her.

  His regal clothes were drenched red, and his golden hair and pale skin became crimson. Like a demon born from the dead bodies of barbarians, she watched him spew those magical fmes. That was magic, she could feel it, and the more she looked at that fire, the more she felt connected to Joffrey.

  Before she could realize it, both her hands gently nded on her belly. She could feel it, a life was forming inside. A life connected to her and this man. Why was he fighting so furiously? For her, for the life in her womb?

  It made her feel warm like never before. For the first time, valued, desired, and protected for just being her—a living, breathing woman. But was it too te? The horde around was endless.

  This was Vaes Dothrak, after all.

  Thud!

  Was it his blood? Was it their blood? Right in front of her knees, she saw Joffrey colpse, bloodied throughout. Some of that blood spshed onto her as well, leaving her lost and hopeless.

  "Nakho! Jin mahrazh here ajjin warthi shi ki yol!"

  Just as the horde of Dothraki were about to unleash their fury on Daenerys, a commanding voice roared from behind, stopping them abruptly before a bde could nd on her skin. The hoard soon started parting, making way.

  The Khal with a long goatee, walked in towards Daenerys, sneering. He stopped close, nding a foot on the back of Joffrey's unconscious, bloodied body while looking down. He spoke in Dothraki.

  "You are Daenerys? The bitch who's been burning the Sver's Bay?"

  Calm, with restrained fury in her eyes, Daenerys looked up, tracing the foot on Joffrey's back all the way to his face. "I am—I was… wife to Khal Drogo, son of Khal Bharbo."

  To save Joffrey from death, that was the sole thought in her mind. To do so, she used whatever name and means she knew. She hoped that Drogo's name would help.

  "Khal Drogo is dead."

  "I know. I burned his body." She saw him take a step back. But that wasn't enough to save Joffrey, so she took the refuge of a lie while holding her belly. "His st essence grows in me… which King Joffrey swore to protect to redeem the sins of his father."

  Khal Drogo looked down at Joffrey's body with a different flicker in his eyes. He took another step back.

  "I didn't know. Forgive me."

  "Graaaaw!"

  And just then, a roar echoed from the sky. The tiny shadow of the dragon flying in circles was ever present, like Dothraki's doom looming.

  "Y… No one will touch you here. And this great warrior will be healed."

  Daenerys nodded and slowly rose to her feet. Although still unwell, she pushed herself on. But as she stretched to her full height and saw the wide field of dead bodies around her, her heart shook.

  As the scene of his battle and the burning sword fshed in her mind again, she thought of a certain prophecy.

  Were their fates connected?

  What pce did he hold in her future?

  I won't forget the blood you spilled for me, Joffrey… even if you're a Baratheon.

  ####

  Now you see why you stand unworthy of my blessing, Prophecy Stealer.

  Joffrey woke up to his dark consciousness, to that same old voice of the fire god rambling nonsensically. He groaned, trying to get up and open his eyes. He felt pain across his body, but surprisingly no wounds.

  Unable to wield a fraction of my bestowed might. Your weakness will be your plight.

  "Yeah, well you're stuck with me now. You can either shut the fuck up or work with me." Joffrey angrily roared and forced his eyes open. "I don't give a damn anymore—I've done more than any king since Aegon… My legacy will be remembered. But if you want your bloody name to spread, you better shut it!"

  Every man has a tipping point—a point beyond which he wouldn't take any more bullshit from the other guy. R'hllor just hit that point with Joffrey. The traumatic and painful experience flipped a few levers in the young King's head.

  "Now… I better find Daenerys." Joffrey lifted his head and looked around. It resembled some sort of a primitive thatched, wooden building, small from the looks of it. He y on the bedding made of animal hide. Bare from his chest, his wounds all over the body were tightly wrapped with cloth. But he felt no pain anywhere other than his aching muscles.

  He pulled himself off the bedding and looked around in the dim light. Surprisingly, his sword was right there, beside his bed as if he was their esteemed guest and not a wounded prisoner. Or perhaps they just saw him so wounded and didn't see him as a threat.

  Cck!

  He grabbed the sword, clenching the hilt tightly before stretching his shoulders.

  "R'hllor, give me the fmes—now. If you want me to preach your name, you'll do it. I'm still the King." Joffrey didn't cower to the fire god anymore. "You want the White Walkers gone? So do I. Keep your rambling to yourself, I don't care about some prophecy or your chosen fucker—I died, I returned, you got me now, that's the end of it. Do whatever you want once it's all over."

  Woosh!

  Willing to listen, at least.

  Joffrey wielded fire on his sword yet again and stormed out of the building, wasting no time to even wear a cloak or tunic. Like one of the savage Dothraki, he jumped at the nearest man with a bde and sliced through.

  The surprise didn't st long, but he found advantages too. It was nighttime, and Dothraki men seemed busy drinking or fucking in their little shacks, or right in the open by the fire.

  Joffrey didn't bother with them and headed towards the rgest building in his sight since a lot of Dothraki were already gathered there for some reason.

  "Move out of my way, filth!" Joffrey cursed and cut them apart, but spared the women and children. With a breathless pace, he pushed towards the front of the crowd. "Move!"

  A few Dothraki reacted to him and fell to him. A few just died before getting a chance to respond. But as Joffrey came closer to the front, he began to slow down in pure confusion and fear.

  Just as all the eyes focused on the rge, round structure ahead, he did too—burning in fmes, it was tearing apart slowly as the fire grew.

  "D… Daenerys is in there?" Joffrey questioned himself in disbelief and dared to walk closer to the burning structure.

  Crash!

  But before he could reach it, a massive wooden door burned away and fell apart. It was an even greater raging inferno inside, he could see it. No man or woman could survive in there, and if Daenerys was inside…

  Is this your doing too, R'hllor?

  No voice answered back.

  The crowd of Dothraki around the entire building grew even rger as if the entire Vaes Dothrak came to watch. He clenched his burning sword tighter and took another step forward.

  Thud!

  The second wooden door also fell apart, giving an even clearer look inside. There was nothing but a bze.

  It's fire… you better save me from dying, or your—

  Joffrey's thoughts froze mid-speech. He saw a shadow coming forth from the fire. A feminine shadow at that… a shadow of a body he had become so familiar and intimate with.

  "Daenerys?"

  Joffrey murmured her name and failed to notice all the Dothraki around him getting down on their knees, heads pnted on the dirt.

  In a matter of moments, Daenerys' whole body became clear. It really was her, her earthly clothes burned away, her body unscathed, and her silver hair stayed an untangled beauty.

  This is… Joffrey couldn't find words to utter. Dragons were mere creatures to him, annoying lizards. But this was the actual proof of the dragon blood in her veins. This is… true magic.

  He looked at her, the sole standing figure remaining there, his burning sword still bzing and illuminating the nd beside him, all Dothraki stayed away from him. He felt her violet eyes lock into his blue ones, and for an unknown reason, he felt as bare as her there—physically, mentally, and spiritually.

  Frustrating, a little. Joffrey felt weak, standing as a mere mortal etching his path through his schemes. All the while there were people like Daenerys with magic in her veins. Born with it like it was her birthright.

  How was he to compete against magic when the only magic in him was this second chance? The burning bde was a mere grace of the bastard fire god.

  Yet, when he ended that heated exchange of gnces, he looked at her naked belly. His seed was taking shape in there—concocted from his and her magical blood.

  At that mere realization, everything else seemed insignificant. All he needed was to py his cards right and ensure his blood sat atop the throne.

  Woosh!

  Joffrey grabbed the nearest Dothraki woman and jerked off her barbaric robes. Then, he stabbed his burning sword into the dirt and walked toward Daenerys, never moving his gaze off her face.

  The heat from the fire was immense. But he continued and walked up the stairs, eventually standing face to face with her. His free hand quickly caressed the side of her face, fingers spread and sinking into her hair.

  "Are you hurt?"

  Looking up at him, she shook her head.

  Joffrey exhaled calmly and draped the Dothraki robes over her shoulders. "It's unseemly for a queen to stand bare before anyone but her king."

  Daenerys smiled softly.

  Despite that inferno behind, despite the circumstances, she only looked more appealing. But that glimmer in her eyes towards him made him the most satisfied.

  "How are you standing?" She inquired softly, brows creased in worry as her small hand nded on the bandage over his bare chest.

  "I don't know… maybe magic?"

  With that, Joffrey spread both his hands on each side of her face and nded his lips on hers. It was gentle and comforting to both as they reciprocated.

  In Daenerys' heart, a pce for this man grew greater than any before.

  Moments ter, Joffrey broke the kiss and lifted Daenerys in his arms in a bridal carry and began walking down towards the kneeling Dothraki. As he neared his still-burning sword, he lowered his knees a little.

  "Care to pick up my sword, Daenerys?"

  With interest, Daenerys reached from her pce in his arms and grabbed the hilt. It came out of the dirt smoothly, still burning, as if decring its presence as no less than the fire in her veins.

  "How did you do this?" She looked at Joffrey's bearded face.

  "I have no idea… Some god's blessing, I guess," Joffrey replied and looked at the sea of kneeling bodies. "How do I say 'move' in Dothraki?"

  "Et."

  "ELAT!" Joffrey bellowed so loud that even Robert would have felt proud, even if they shared no blood.

  Quickly, the Dothraki shifted on their knees and made a straight path for him.

  Daenerys stopped looking at the crowd and stared at Joffrey's face instead. Feeling his arms under her back and legs felt so strong, and being so close to his chest, it felt so broad. That sensation of being protected during that bloody battle, she wondered if she'd ever forget that.

  It made her body tingle just thinking about it.

  It made her confident knowing what Joffrey's goal was. Why he honed his body like that—to defeat the White Walkers.

  "Joffrey… am I heavy? You can put me down, I can walk. You were wounded gravely."

  Joffrey continued to walk, albeit with a hint of limping since the damn muscles still ached. He looked down at her pretty face and hugged her against his chest harder. "Heavy? I can't even feel you. Want me to prove it by taking you straight to the bed?"

  "Heh…" She chuckled, her hand once again feeling her belly. "I think you proved that enough."

  "Aye, but not enough."

  Joffrey knew what she was feeling. But at that point, he reckoned there was some truth to those words and feelings. She was indeed irrepceable to him now.

  Soon, he passed by two blokes in attire that didn't resemble Dothrakis. He recognized one as Jorah, the old fucker was annoying to even look at. As for the other man, he knew who he was, another lecherous bastard after his woman.

  But ignoring the two, he took her towards the nearest sizable Dothraki dwelling made of wood.

  "Joffrey."

  He looked at her. "Yeah?"

  "Let's go to King's Landing and see the wraith."

  Even I want to do that. If they've dared to make Tommen king in my pce… I'll have their heads on pikes for treason.

  "Let's do that… after you feel better."

  Oh, just seeing her smile from him showing even the slightest concern for her made him excited.

  I suppose I've cimed the Mother of Dragons in every way that matters.

  Time in that ruined castle, battle in Vaes Dothrak.

  It all started to feel worth it.

  ####

  Drogon, the bastard he was, nded near Daenerys and Joffrey's resting shack at the first light of the dawn. It just sat nearby and licked itself, grooming from the looks of it. Joffrey was the first to wake up and go out, only to stumble into Drogon's massive snout.

  Woosh!

  Drogon exhaled so hard that all of Joffrey's hair was messed up, standing backward.

  "Yeah, yeah, I should thank you, I guess." Joffrey dismissed the gigantic creature like it was a cat and went on his way to find where the barbarians kept their food and water, along with better clothes for himself and Daenerys.

  Thud!

  Thud!

  "What do you want now?" Joffrey heard the thuds of Drogon's cws behind him. He still ignored the dragon.

  "Grrr…"

  "What?" Joffrey grunted and turned around.

  To his surprise, the dragon was prone behind him, its head ft on the ground. Its massive eyes with cat-like slits dited a little, staring at him with blinks every now and then.

  Woosh!

  Drogon exhaled.

  "What are you? A cat?" Joffrey carefully approached the beast, raising his hand as slowly as he could. "Don't tell me you want me to pat you."

  And then he did it. He actually nded his palm on top of Drogon's snout. He rubbed his hand there and heard long grunts that felt almost the same as the purrs of a cat.

  As far as I know, I don't think I got any Targaryen blood in me. Joffrey pondered while caressing the dragon's face as it purred. Is this just for… fucking your mother?

  Well, if that was the case, he decided to do Daenerys every day he'd see her.

  "Go on, run to your mother. I've important matters to attend to."

  This time, as Joffrey stepped away, Drogon turned around and skipped back towards the shack, wagging its massive tail that easily toppled a few nearby shacks.

  He looks happy.

  The little interaction woke him up whole. Sword in hand, he continued to make his way towards what he hoped was the storage. He had already learned a few words of Dothraki from Daenerys.

  Hadaen meant food, and eveth meant water.

  Just like that, a few morning hours passed.

  As Daenerys felt much better, they decided to head to King's Landing. Dressing up in simple Dothraki attire—a crude, woven top for Daenerys with no sleeves and small straps over her shoulders, and a long, uneven skirt held by a tight belt around her waist.

  Joffrey had even fewer options as Dothraki men mostly went bare-chested. He grabbed a suitable, loose pants, held by another strap of cloth around the waist. Then, he grabbed the first cloak he found and pced it over his shoulder, leaving the rest of his chest naked. It was at least not fully nude, he reckoned. Returning to King's Landing in such conditions was already falling low.

  Then, he grabbed the sack with four dragon eggs, the Valyrian steel armor, and the dagger they had found in that castle. He brought the things outside and saw Daenerys already seated atop Drogon, patting the scales and whispering things to it.

  Let's hope there aren't any more surprises. Joffrey thought and handed Daenerys the sack to tie in front of the saddle, so he'd still have a pce to sit behind her.

  After a quick check for things, and sheathing his sword, he climbed the dragon's back. There was no longer any hesitation or need to maintain distance, so he comfortably squeezed in behind the silver-haired woman, uncaring if his loins squeezed behind her round bottom. His hand automatically nded on the side of her exposed waist, holding her.

  Even Daenerys, so used to his touch, didn't notice his hand and arranged the reins around the twin handles of the saddle, preparing herself for the journey ahead.

  "Khaleesi, please reconsider this." Jorah voiced from the side, his eyes stealing gnces at Joffrey every now and then, filled with jealousy and distrust. "You're needed here to lead these people. To liberate Yunkai and Astapor—you gave them your word."

  "Word?" Joffrey sneered as he noticed Daenerys wasn't even looking at the man. Well, how could she after he revealed that Jorah was just a spy working for Varys. "Jorah, spare us the pretense! The name of House Mormont deserves better than a man who stooped to selling sves to pamper his wife. You have no honor, so drop the act."

  "I shall return once I confirm the danger of White Walkers. What worth are crowns and cities if all the world is lost to their shadow?" Daenerys voiced without looking at Jorah. "Take the Dothraki to Meereen, Ser Jorah. That is my will, and you will see it done."

  Jorah silently nodded and stepped back.

  Next, Joffrey looked at Daario Naharis. "Do you know the commander of the Golden Company?"

  "I do… Your Grace."

  "Carry my word to them. Tell them this—what Bittersteel could never grant, Daenerys and I shall deliver. More than gold, it's what they truly crave," Joffrey ordered, his will was Daenerys' at that point.

  Finally, he pced his other hand on her waist too, and whispered into her ear to go. Then in a matter of seconds, the dragon soared into the sky, gaining a fierce speed. Thankfully, it seemed to obey Daenerys' command as it flew in the direction of Westeros.

  It wasn't going to be a short journey either, days if not at least a week, they expected to be flying with short breaks. They didn't pn on entering any settlement for the duration of their journey, nor leaving Drogon to py around alone.

  Both of them were tired of surprises by now. Though, it wasn't uncomfortable on the dragon's back anymore. Daenerys found Joffrey's warm embrace for back support, his firm chest and his breath kept her calm the whole way.

  His arms around her belly felt like the protective instincts of a man guarding his child. She cherished it, reminding her of the sweet little things that noblemen do for their women in those fantasy stories. In a sense, Joffrey did seem like a man from a fantasy to her.

  All the rumors about him turned out false.

  He was more of a man than any she'd known in her life. Although she had come to accept her fate with Khal Drogo previously, she couldn't bring herself to even compare Joffrey with him. The difference between a barbaric brute and a noble King was the difference between night and day.

  She saw intent in Joffrey's actions. Considerations, thoughts, and respect for her will. Meanwhile, Drogo was just… a savage, as Joffrey called them.

  As the warm, soothing wind hit her face, she snuggled herself more firmly against Joffrey's chest, feeling his strong legs on the sides of her bottom. Furthermore, she felt prideful at how often his hardened manhood poked between her rear during the flight.

  Even more heartwarming was the fact that he'd been so gentle with her. Not once did he demand or attempt to draw sensual pleasure from her body.

  If it had been Drogo, he'd have…

  She didn't finish her thoughts, deciding to forget her life from those painful days. Instead, she focused on the journey, a sense of nervousness was present in her mind. For the first time in her life, she was headed to King's Landing.

  "What's the matter?" Joffrey whispered into her ear. "Your body feels tense."

  "It's my first time going to King's Landing," Daenerys answered. "I know what my Father did—cruelty and madness that stained his reign. But it was also where my family was brought to the brink of extinction, where fire and blood nearly turned to ash."

  To her distraught, she felt Joffrey's lips kiss her neck and his hand caress her belly.

  "More the reason why we shouldn't stop after one."

  "Haha…" Daenerys ughed openly and pushed her head back while trying to look behind with a turn.

  Instantly, she felt a peck on her lips, just the thing she was hoping to do. Well, feeling that utter baton of hardness probing her below was also there. It'd been there for over an hour already.

  "Y… You know how to tempt a dy."

  "Wha—"

  Joffrey stopped mid-speech and held Daenerys' waist tighter as she moved too abruptly. She got up on her knees and turned around to face him, a smirk pnted on her thin lips. He had to slide forward to ensure she wouldn't fall back, all the way until her body was pressed between the twin handles of the dragon saddle behind her and him. She poured her legs on top of his as if straddling his p but with some distance still between their intimate spots.

  "What are you doing?" He asked.

  "Oh, don't act so innocent now, Joffrey," Daenerys mumbled with a raised chin and put her weight onto him, wrapping one arm around his neck and deeply kissing his masculine, rough lips. All the while her other arm slid between their bodies and gripped his shaft over those loose Dothraki pants. "How long were you pnning on probing me with that?"

  Joffrey, a little taken aback by her wildness, shifted forward to pin her against the handlebars better, and also get a hold of them with his hands. Falling from a dragon's back was not in his pns.

  "Well, it's not my fault. I haven't had enough of you… might take a century or so before the warmth truly fades."

  "Quite the smooth-talker…" Daenerys pressed her forehead against his, giggling while her hand rubbed along his concealed length. "Is that how you seduced Sansa?"

  "That? That…" Joffrey lost the smile.

  "Shhh… not now… let me just…" Daenerys squeezed her hand between Joffrey's Dothraki pants, pushing beyond the tight cloth holding the garment together. Her warm, small palm instantly gripped his bare girth and squeezed. "Ever since I flew on Drogon, I wondered if it's possible to… do it in the sky… Should we try?"

  Joffrey licked his lips, tempted beyond anything in his life. Fucking the Mother of dragons on the dragon itself? Wasn't that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

  He gulped and maintained a grip on the handlebar with one hand, while the other hand wrapped around her alluring, slender waist. "What are you waiting for?"

  The kiss was no longer a mere peck, but a mindless, passionate, pervasive probing into each other's mouth. The long, drugging kiss was intoxicating, and exploratory as the smooth tongues made both of them shut their eyes and drown in the warmth of each other's spit.

  Daenerys Targaryen was truly his, Joffrey felt.

  Joffrey Baratheon truly desired her, Daenerys felt.

  Equally affectionate and cherishing each other, the two cared no more how unsightly or messy their kisses turned. They ate each other with hunger, dancing circles with their tongues, sweeping and swirling, moist and mated in the most intimate sense.

  For Joffrey, it was a rush of blood throughout his body, a peak of arousal. His manhood, already erect for an hour, started to feel painful with her complete attention, her hand squeezing him.

  "T-Take me, my love…" Daenerys, confident in Joffrey's arms securing her, used both hands to take out his throbbing manhood by loosening the pants from the front. Then, she squeezed her hips completely onto his p. Since it was just a long skirt she wore, all she had to do was raise the hem enough to give his shaft a clear aim.

  "Nothing under?" Joffrey asked in surprise as soon as he felt the drenched entrance on his cockhead. "You pnned this?"

  "I may or may not have."

  This time Joffrey ughed and used one free hand to push down the shoulder straps of her crude, Dothraki top. A man needed a nice view, after all, and her beautiful, handful breasts with the rosiest nipples he'd ever seen were pure delight.

  "Aaaah~" Daenerys lowered herself on his p. It was a tight space between his body and the handlebar behind, but enough for her to take him in. Slowly, she moaned harder as the aroused, pink, covered walls under her skirt spread apart to allow entry to her King, her lover.

  She gulped, still not over how fantastic Joffrey's shaft was. His length and girth were just enough to push her beyond the boundary without endangering her insides. The bulbous, rge purple head was like a fat tease that speared through her tight love canal.

  The stretch was insane, leaving her gritting her teeth, but was soon captured by Joffrey's loving kiss. She moaned right into his mouth and slowly took him in, feeling every inch with all her aroused heart and mind. His long, rough hand did enough damage to her lovely breasts too, pinching the life out of her sensitive nipples.

  "Ooooh… Gods! You're… perr-fect!" she cried the moment she felt the base of his cock, his pubes itching over her thighs clenched around his waist. "S-Slow movements, hm?"

  Joffrey stared at her morphed expressions of ecstasy and fear. Her beautiful white hair fluttered so beautifully as the wind struck her from behind. Her violet eyes were watery from his tender intrusion, and her lips glistened with their endless kisses.

  "It's all on you, Daenerys, I can't move without risking it," Joffrey replied, feeling so tightly wrapped by her fertile embrace, the walls he'd been so familiar with and yet longed to explore more, plow through and make love endlessly. It was torture that he couldn't move. "Yo-uh… You better not stop before I finish too."

  "That… I'd never… I want it…" Daenerys tightly wrapped her arms around his neck and raised her hips slowly, moaning even at the scraping veins of his cock as it came out. "Oh, in meeeh… Joff…"

  In exhaling silence, Joffrey watched her throw herself down on his length and swallow him all in that warm, tight cunt. She felt so ripe and hot, so sinful and exciting, every little texture of her insides tickled the most sensitive spots of his cockhead. The air, the sky, the situation, it felt dreamy.

  And the more he looked at her face from so close, the more he had to tell himself.

  Remind himself that his thoughts were mere illusions. Born of arousal.

  They were not facts.

  No, you're not falling in love, Joffrey Baratheon. Love is a fool's disease… A King has no lovers, no friends, no allies… This… uh…

  "Ah, ah, oh, yessss… this is exciting and…." Daenerys completely lost herself. Her body moved like waves, her ass going back and forth while her head stayed close to his face. She couldn't take out all his length to the tip each time, but whatever was there, it made her hotter than any man in her life, and she'd only known one other.

  Then, she arched her torso backward, resting her back on the handles. She pulled Joffrey's face onto her jutting breasts. "Mmmmmh… That's it… My love… Those teeth… That tongue…"

  Joffrey suckled her tight nipples one at a time, licking and teething at times to keep the intensity of her arousal high. He sadly couldn't thrust back and forth but still attempted to rock his hips even if it were mere jolts.

  "Ugh… I'm close." He warned her. Having been hard for so long, it wasn't too hard to make him climax.

  "Me too, just a little… Let me feel you more… so close to me… my…" Daenerys mumbled with no second thoughts. "H-How many…"

  Joffrey stopped kissing her tits and looked at her face, controlling his climax to not come too soon while curious about what she asked for. "How many?"

  "How many will you…Aaaaah…" Daenerys writhed, convulsions of her approaching climax striking with intense waves. "How many will you put in my womb… my love?"

  No, Joffrey, this isn't love. You're in heat!

  He gave whatever thrusts he could into her welcoming tight cunt. Once again, he felt her forehead against his, eyes locked with each other. He wanted to kiss her again and spill right where he pnned on finishing for years to come.

  "Three? Five? Ten? As many as you'd allow me to, my Daenerys," Joffrey decred his possessive desire and locked lips with her. Noticing her eyes closing, he knew she was close and silently panted to hold himself back.

  "Aaaaah… Yesss… sounds amazing-mmm…" Daenerys lost it and cried with no care. There was nobody to listen, nobody to judge. And judging by the smoothness Drogon flew, it seemed the creature knew what was going on.

  Finally, with a shattering moment of ecstasy, she came with so many tiny spasms that her warm cunt squeezed the life out of her lover's cock. She hugged him and squeezed his chest against her bosom, tightly cmping down all of his length inside.

  "Gah…" Joffrey delivered his gift at the same time. The embalming injection arose from his balls and exploded through the tiny slit, spraying close to the most sacred depth of her womb. Jammed to the hilt, he felt all of his girthy shaft bathed in the virile cream right inside her.

  Slippery, slimy, warm, dirty, and yet so exciting. Daenerys didn't move, nor did Joffrey try to push her away. He loved the trace of warmth in her fertile cunt, and slowly calming down right in there was just a pleasant experience.

  Besides, they were too busy kissing each other as if adamant about bathing each other in their dribble. It was too wild, both her hands recklessly combed through his golden locks. Their already panting breaths became too ragged, and only then did they stop their exciting experiment in the skies.

  "I fear; a new saddle needs to be designed. One with safety chains, perhaps," Daenerys muttered.

  Joffrey chuckled at her wild thoughts. "Let's do that."

  For a long moment, the two silently looked at each other's faces, as if admiring looks. Unbothered by the mess between their legs, they stayed that way for a very long time.

  "Were you…" She broke the silence. "Serious about… ten?"

  Carefully, Joffrey caressed her face, "For me, it's easy. But it's your body that'll take a toll—ninety months, can you handle that?"

  "Not every year, perhaps—every other, maybe? I have no one, no family of my own, and I've longed for something more. A rge family… a legacy. I know you have a daughter with Sansa, and I…"

  He pced a finger on her lips and shook his head. "My Mother wanted to kill her or sell her to some fat merchant or useless lord for her schemes. Sansa's sweet and innocent, Daenerys… She's the reason North didn't rebel... How about we betroth her to our firstborn son? Only our bloodline can ride dragons, after all."

  "You'll keep her?" Daenerys asked.

  Woman, I've got many more cunts to appease.

  "That decision is yours to make. As a man, I wouldn't want to tear her away from the Red Keep, nor send little Joanna off. Robert was a madman and an even greater failure as a father. I refuse to be like him." Joffrey assured her, a simple dey tactic until she'd birthed him a few babes. "I won't share a bed with her until you make your choice… How can I, when I have you?"

  "Hmm…" Daenerys hummed and rested her head on his shoulder, calming her mind and body.

  They still had a very long journey ahead.

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  It took them slightly more than a week since they rested a bit too much on some nights. The frustration of not being able to plow into his silver-haired lover on the dragon's back was always unloaded when on nd. Often hours were spent making love by the fire with a sleeping dragon nearby as their guard.

  On days it was the dragon's back, and at night it was soft grass by the fire. Their libido remained unmatched, their desire for each other's bodies always at its peak. Not just two lovers, but pure beings of sexual desire—they profusely smelled of sex by the time they reached the Orange Shore beyond Vontis.

  There, the two quickly cleaned themselves in the waters of the Summer Sea and continued towards Lys.

  "Fly a little low," Joffrey asked and dropped a missive just in case Tywin and his forces were still in Lys.

  From there, they resumed with yet another round of lovemaking, taking a rest in the Rainwood near Stonehelm. Then as the sun arose again, the final stretch of their journey began. Signs of civilization became much clearer, the distant castles, the towns.

  "To think that the st men and women to see Westeros from such height lived two hundred years ago," Joffrey muttered, keeping his woman's back tightly against his chest. "No offense, but it was sheer madness to involve dragons in their civil war. Your house sealed its downfall right then."

  "Most feel the same, Joff," Daenerys replied, a little emotional at the sight of King's Landing in the distance. The massive, sprawling city was too connected to her family's history.

  Joffrey noticed the insanity that was below him, men and women running for their lives at the sight of a dragon. How puny they appeared.

  No wonder the Targaryens ruled for so long. Yet, it was their idiocy that led them to ruin.

  "Raaawr!"

  He's enjoying it.

  Squeezing Daenerys tighter into himself, he looked down as the city appeared below them. "Take us to the Great Sept of Baelor, Daenerys. There, Drogon can nd over the open passage above the stairs."

  Too lost in her thoughts, Daenerys steered Drogon with mastered ease. The city bells were already distinct and the screams of men, women, and children were audible. The entire area near the Great Sept of Baelor was turning into deserted streets.

  "Wraaaaa!"

  Thud!

  Finally, Drogon nded on the tiled passage that led straight into the Great Sept. The area was wide enough for three more like Drogon to nd.

  "Let's go." Joffrey jumped down first, and caught Daenerys by her slender waist, tenderly lowering her to the floor. "The city used to reek a few years ago. I'm gd I made Uncle Tyrion fix it. He's not as useless as everyone thinks."

  "W-Why are we here, Joffrey?" Daenerys finally woke up from the stupor and looked around. The Red Keep was still far in the distance.

  "What else?" Joffrey raised one hand for her to hold. "To take the vows—as every man should with the one he loves."

  Daenerys' eyes widened in surprise. There she was, wondering if she'd have to press Joffrey to officially marry her. But it was already happening? The first thing after nding?

  "A-Are you sure?"

  He smiled devilishly, it certainly had some charm.

  "Even if we can't see, at least a thousand smallfolk are watching us from their little holes in walls," Joffrey replied and stepped closer to her, nding a strong, quick kiss on her lips for all to see, a decration of his possession. "Let them be the witness."

  Holding Daenerys on his left, one arm on her shoulder, he faced the wide, open street under the Sept's stairs, the City Watch was already visible rushing towards them in great numbers, a few Kingsguards on their horses too.

  Then, Joffrey grabbed the hilt of his Valyrian steel sword and unsheathed it. He raised the bde towards the sky on his right and threatened the fire god a little.

  Woosh!

  In broad daylight, the Lion's sword spewed fmes for all to see. Next to him, the Dragoness made her fire-breathing pet roar towards the city from behind.

  "Let the entire King's Landing stand witness to our union, Daenerys Targaryen."

  A/N: And that is how you train and woo your mother of dragons.