Planetos: Long live Rhaegon of House Targaryen, the First of His Name

In the late morning, the chirping of birds around the castle and the crash of distant sea waves against the rocks of Dragonstone were suddenly interrupted by loud, insistent thumping on a heavy wooden door. The noise echoed through the bedroom, drowning out all other sounds and stirring the occupants inside from their sleep.

"My lord!" sounded from outside the bedroom.

"My lord!"

Rhaegon slowly opened his eyes, his expression unamused from being woken up. His gaze darted around the room, taking in the bedroom and the light of the day through the open wall to the terrace. He experienced a mild headache and a dry throat. The woman resting on his chest, his mother, also stirred. As her eyes focused, she sent him a smile and said, "Good morning, my love." She kissed his chest softly and rested her body there, unwilling to move. On his sides, Rhaenys and Valaena also woke up and greeted him with a 'good morning,' moving even closer to his warm body.

"My lord!"

"My lord! Please, are you in there?" the sound continued calling from outside the bedroom.

"Shit." Rhaegon groaned with a sigh. "What do they want?" he said boredly as he yawned.

"Ugh," Rhaenys also made a sound.

Visenya, seeing that their rest was interrupted, opened her eyes, a little pissed off. Still, she kissed her son's lips before getting up from his chest. First, she removed Rhaegon's cock, which was warmly sleeping inside her pussy. The sound it made was a loud squelching wet noise that carried with it a mix of fluids dripping from her well-used and filled pussy.

"Go, see what he wants, dear." Valaena purred softly, not wanting to get up from the bed. Her body was soft and anew since last night; she still had tingles in her private area and weak legs. She wanted to rest more.

"Fine." Rhaegon replied as he removed his arms from his aunt and grandmother's soft breasts and left the bed. "Mhm," he made a pensive sound, looking around for his clothes but then remembered he didn't have them in this room. "Oh."

Visenya saw him looking around for his clothes, but there weren't any. "Go naked, why bother?" She said, rolling her eyes as she moved to the table to grab a drink. She had a thirsty throat and yawned as she moved naked, not mincing the look of her man.

"Yeah." Rhaegon said, looking at his mother's beautiful ass as he yawned, and then moved to the bedroom door.

"My lord!!" sounded again as he walked.

"Going!" Rhaegon yelled raggedly with a dry throat. "Stop hitting the door." He added, still feeling the mild headache.

The thumping sound stopped after he yelled.

"What is it?" he asked, looking at the man after opening the door. It was Godfrey, his personal guard.

"My lord! There you are." Godfrey's eyes brightened when he saw Rhaegon, but his eyebrows rose at seeing his naked body. He didn't comment, however, and instead put on a stoic face. "I was looking for you in your bedroom, but Lady Evelyn said you weren't there."

"Yeah... well... things happened, and now I'm here." Rhaegon said nonchalantly as he yawned again.

"Oh." Godfrey made a sound of wonder, but didn't inquired further. "My lord, Lord Aerion is calling for you. He said with his words, 'Call for the damn boy; it's already midday, and the tournament will start soon. He needs to be there for the opening. After he wakes up, send him to me.'"

"Alright," Rhaegon replied, a little uninterested but still intending to move nonetheless. "Go and fetch me clothes, and ask for free maids to bring warm water to fill the tub in this room. I need to take a bath."

"As you command, my lord!" Godfrey saluted him and turned around, giving orders to a few of his subordinates who were guarding the room, then stood aside to keep protecting the place.

Rhaegon looked at this with a smile and closed the door.

"What does he want?" Visenya asked as she sat in a chair beside the table, looking at him, now more awake. Her silver-gold bangs cascaded over her eyes as she rested an arm on the table, supporting her head, her legs crossed like a lady while looking at him.

Rhaegon admired his beautiful mother and woman as he walked to her. Sometimes he still couldn't believe he had such a beauty for himself and now as his wife.

"Grandpa is asking for me, for the tournament, I need to be there," he said, a little bored.

"I think you will have an interesting chat later with my father, husband." Visenya sent him a mischievous smile.

Rhaegon froze a little at that. "Ugh."

"Well, anyway." he said as he grabbed his mother's drink and took a sip, wetting his lips and throat, feeling refreshed and more awake. "I need a bath and clothes. I already asked for both."

"Do you want me to clean you?" Visenya asked as she sipped more water, taking the chalice from her boy's hands.

"I would love it." Rhaegon smirked.

Visenya also looked at him with a smile and tender, loving eyes.

Rhaegon looked at her lazy face and movements of just waking up and he couldn't resist kissing her lips, so he did that, he moved and took his mother's cheek into his hands and started giving her a wet kiss.

"Mhmm~~," Visenya moaned, her eyes lazily looking at his, enjoying the caress on her cheeks as he kissed her. She moved her tongue into his mouth and playfully played with his tongue as she returned the kiss.

As they kissed, the bedroom door creaked open, interrupting their moment as a string of saliva stretched between their mouths. They turned to see who had entered, more curious than angry, knowing that with guards outside, only family members could enter so casually.

Indeed, it was Vaenya and Rhaenya who breezed in, chattering and smiling. Spotting their mother and Rhaegon by the table, they rushed over and threw themselves into their brother's arms. "Good morning, brother!!!" they both exclaimed, their eyes gleaming with affection.

"Good morning, my loves," Rhaegon replied, kissing them both on their lips.

"Hi, mom," Vaenya said shyly, peeking at her mother from her brother's chest.

"Good morning, mom," Rhaenya added.

"Now you notice your mother," Visenya teased, feigning a pout. "Good morning, my sweeties. Give your mother a hug." She opened her arms wide.

Vaenya and Rhaenya eagerly embraced her, kissing her cheeks as Visenya smiled radiantly at them.

"How are you both feeling? Does it still hurt down there?" Visenya asked, a touch of concern in her voice.

"A little," Vaenya admitted softly, blushing. "I still feel tingles."

"Same here," Rhaenya added with a lascivious smile. "I wouldn't mind if brother wants to play again." She bit her lower lip, glancing at Rhaegon.

Rhaegon raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I wouldn't deny you, wife."

Visenya sighed at her son's eager response to his sister's teasing.

"I could too, if you both do it..." Vaenya said shyly.

"What a naughty family," Rhaenys chimed in from the bed, her eyes scanning the room. "Just a few hours after fucking like rabbits and you're ready to go again? Count me in~~!"

"No one is fucking anymore," Visenya interjected firmly. "There's a tournament we all need to attend. It's for your marriage, and now that we're all married to Rhaegon, we need to announce it."

"Fine," Rhaegon muttered, his eyes fixed on Vaenya and Rhaenya's backsides, clearly eager for more.

"Rhaegon..." Visenya warned.

"Alright, I was just looking," he conceded, tearing his gaze away reluctantly.

Suddenly, there was a loud, insistent knock at the door. "My lord!!!"

"Stop ogling your sisters' asses and open the door," Rhaenys snickered.

Before he could move, his sister Rhaenya cried out, "Grandma! What happened to you?" She had spotted her in the bed.

Vaenya, wide-eyed, looked at her grandmother. "Grandmother, you look so young, like mom and auntie," she said, surprised, as she walked to her grandma and sat beside her on the bed.

"How?" both asked curiously, their eyes bright.

"Your brother watered her," Rhaenys laughed naughtily. "Plentifully."

"What?" Vaenya blushed as she looked at her aunt.

"Oh, that's why you're naked here, grandma." Rhaenya smirked. "Brother, you have a magic dick now?" she laughed at Rhaegon.

"It's because of this, dear." Valaena answered with a blush, pointing to the mark on her neck and chest that she got after binding herself to Rhaegon.

"Amazing, it can do that?" Vaenya and Rhaenya said in surprise, touching their own necks.

"Mhm," Valaena nodded. "It seems so."

"You look so young, grandma, and beautiful," Rhaenys said, looking at her face and body.

Rhaegon, in the meantime, opened the door to find a group of maids holding warm water and clothes. "My lord, we brought the water. Can we come in?" the lead maid asked, blushing as she tried to keep her eyes on his face, though they wandered to his naked body. The other maids blushed as well, stealing glances at Rhaegon.

"Yes, go ahead," Rhaegon said casually, unbothered by his nudity or their stares. He opened the door wide. "Leave the clothes on the chair by the table."

"Gods!" exclaimed the lead maid, who was older than the rest and had served in the castle for most of her life, looking at Valaena as if she had seen a ghost.

"What is the matter, Bess?" Valaena yawned softly, covering her mouth.

"My lady, Valaena! Your looks..." Bess answered in amazement and surprise, echoing the sentiment of the other maids.

"I know, it's incredible, right?" Valaena dismissed them nonchalantly. "It's a family magic. Get to work, girls, stop being petrified there."

"I'm sorry, my lady. Pardon my impertinence," Bess quickly begged for forgiveness.

"Don't worry, just finish your tasks."

"Good morning, my lady Valaena and ladies," the maids greeted quickly, noticing their lack of manners against their house lady and the others in the room.

"Good morning," Valaena replied lazily. "After this, bring more water for two more baths and have my ladies-in-waiting bring my dresses here. Also, fetch the castle seamstress. We need to be well-dressed for the tournament."

"As you wish, my lady," the maids responded, bowing before quickly pouring the warm water into the bath and leaving. Visenya and Rhaenys also called for their ladies-in-waiting to help them dress.

"So domineering, Grandma," Rhaegon whistled, watching Valaena order the maids around. "And good call on your current appearance. I'm sure you'll make many people wonder about life looking like that."

"I'm the lady of the house, my dear," Valaena replied with a sweet smile at her beloved grandson and now lover, too. She softly caressed her white neck where her dragon mark was placed.

"Brother, are you taking a bath first?" Vaenya asked as Rhaegon moved towards the tub.

"Yeah, grandfather is asking for me," Rhaegon said, stepping into the warm water.

Visenya knelt by the tub to help her son bathe with the toiletries the maids had brought.

"I want to take a bath too," Vaenya declared mischievously, quickly stripping naked and joining her brother in the tub. She rested against his chest as their mother began to clean him.

"Make yourself comfortable," Rhaegon said wryly. "I should say, but you're already in. Mischievous sister." He embraced her naked body.

"Sneaky cat, Vae!" Rhaenya pouted, stripping naked and joining them in the tub.

"Come here, Rhaenya, I'll help you clean," Rhaenys offered with a smile.

"Auntie~" Rhaenya cooed, moving beside Rhaenys to be bathed. "Thank you, auntie~"

"No problem, sweetie~" Rhaenys replied.

Valaena loved seeing her family so united and hoped they would always stay this way. She stood from the bed and moved to fetch water from the table, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure in her well-used pussy as fluids dripped from her. Blushing, she scooped a little and licked it, her body trembled as she enjoyed the taste, then hurried to drink water to clear her naughty thoughts, as her face felt hot.

Visenya noticed her mother's actions and blushed, glancing at Rhaenys to see if she had noticed too.

"Don't move so much, Vaenya," Rhaegon groaned, feeling his sister's ass against his cock.

"Brother~~" Vaenya moaned softly, resting her back against his chest.

.......

A while later, Rhaegon finished his bath and exited his aunt's bedroom. His other wives had joined them while he was bathing and stayed to chat and prepare for the day. The Hightower girls and Argella were dumbfounded and surprised by Valaena's appearance as they circled her, all sharing the thought that they would remain hot all their lives if Lady Valaena no longer aged after receiving the mark. They all planned to have something to eat before the afternoon's events.

Rhaegon walked into the great hall as per notice from Godfrey that he was there, but he didn't find anyone at the high table. A guard commented that he was in the gardens, and Rhaegon walked out, grabbing a bread on his way out of the hall to the castle gardens.

Once there, he saw him in the distance chatting with his father at a table as Brienne, Aegon's cupbearer, and other servants tended them, eating under the sun.

"Good morning, Father, Grandpa!" Rhaegon greeted both as he chewed the bread in his hand. Godfrey stood farther away in watch with other guards when Rhaegon sat at the table with the lords.

"There is no more morning, boy," Aerion replied back as he sipped wine.

"Good morning, son," Aegon instead greeted him with a smile.

"Grandpa, don't be grumpy. Given that you both are eating just now, it seems you both also just recently got up," he pouted cutely to them both, but he also knew this was just playful banter.

"Don't evade your fault, kiddo. You should be tending to this tournament's matters, ensuring that everything is fine and going as it should instead of dropping all of it on your father and me to tend," Aerion chided.

"Sorry, sorry," Rhaegon wryly said. "Thank you both for doing it. I had a rough and unexpected night..." he said as he eyed his father and then his grandfather, a little ashamed inside but not regretting anything of what he did just a couple of hours ago.

"Yeah," Aerion brought down forcefully the chalice in hand into the table, making a loud wood crack as he bored his sight on his grandson. "Start spilling your deeds of last night, boy. Don't leave anything unsaid!"

"Father... don't be rough on my son," Aegon tried to calm down Aerion.

Aerion harrumphed, hearing his son as he drank the chalice.

"Alright, don't get grumpy so early! I will talk," Rhaegon said quickly, hands up.

"First, I would like to apologize, Father!" Rhaegon said as he looked a little bit ashamed at Aegon. "I'm sorry, Dad, I... I took Mom and Aunt Rhaenys from you. I'm ashamed of doing that as your son, but I couldn't go against my nature and do otherwise. Grandmother married us last night..."

"Boy!!! Listen to yourself; you look more proud and happy than sorry of doing that!" Aerion chided him loudly.

Rhaegon looked down as he poured himself a cup of wine and drank it.

"Don't feel sorry, son," Aegon smiled and said to Rhaegon. "I already knew it; your mother told me before doing it... I... well, you should know a few things by now."

"Oh." Rhaegon looked up at him, amazed and relieved at how he reacted. "Yeah... I know those things... yesterday I learned about them..."

"Anyway, I love you, Dad. I don't care about those things," Rhaegon smiled at him.

"That's good..." Aegon smiled also, relieved. "You have my blessing with my sisters. Take care of them and their every need, son. I'm confiding them in you."

"Thank you."

"I don't expect less about my dear daughters. Take care of every strand of their hair, boy, or you will know my fist of love. Do we understand?" Aerion looked at him with a serious face, but his eyes had mischievousness and tenderness inside them.

"Yes, grandfather! With my life," Rhaegon seriously promised.

"Mhm," Aerion nodded, seeing him.

"That is that... Now, what more do you have to say?"

"What more?...ehm..." Rhaegon tried to play the fool.

"What more, boy, don't make me angry!"

"I married Argella and the rest in a moment of madness. Grandmother Valaena married every girl to me as she did with Mother and Rhaenys too... I fucked my sister and everyone else after that...a wild night..." he said as he scratched his nose, a little shy.

"Bloody Balerion, kid! What are you? A walking dragon stick? How the fuck can you fuck so much..." Aerion exclaimed loudly and amazed at his grandchild.

"WHAT more?" Aerion pressed urgently and forcefully as beads of sweat appeared unknownly on his forehead.

"There is more?" Rhaegon said, playing the fool, looking around the garden.

"..." Aerion was fuming; he felt his balls tingle already, knowing the answers.

"I'm single? Yes or no?" he forcefully asked with clenched teeth.

Aegon sighed, feeling a little headache as he looked at his son; he already knew... he did something to his mother last night, most likely fucked her.

"Oh." Rhaegon said innocently, as if illuminated by what he was asking. "Of course not, you are married, Grandfather. When did you divorce Grandma? Or are you single?"

Aerion exhaled a restrained breath relaxedly as he heard that.

"But I did make Grandma have a pleasant night..."

Brienne, who was beside them, gasped loudly as her already flushed face, which she had since Rhaegon appeared and started talking, deepened even more after hearing that. Her legs rubbed against each other as she felt wetting a little bit as she looked at her husband and then at the charming Rhaegon.

"Fuck you!" Aerion said as he exploded the wooden cup he had in hand. Then he sighed as he calmed himself after taking a few deep breaths.

"Sorry, not sorry," Rhaegon whispered, scratching his cheek as he evaded his look and instead was more interested in the look of his father, who looked between concerned, not so bothered, and more curious about him than anything.

"But hey, Grandpa, I have a surprise for you!" Rhaegon said, trying to cheer him up.

"Fuck you, what could you say more surprising than what you said? I should punch your face, boy. You have balls bigger than Balerion. I wonder sometimes from where you got so much gall in you."

"From you, of course. It is a Targaryen thing, ain't I right, Dad?"

Aegon didn't comment, choosing to remain silent as the best option.

Aerion grabbed the new cup of wine that his lover gave him and drank it full, calming his turmoil and emotions.

"What is it?"

"Grandma is young now!" Rhaegon replied as he ate a jam and cheese sandwich he prepared himself as his grandpa calmed down.

"What do you mean, son?" Aegon was surprised at those words, expecting anything but that.

"She is so young now; she looks like my mother and aunt. You should look at her, Dad. Grandma is so beautiful."

"What!?" Aerion exclaimed out as if hearing a joke. "How!!?" Curiosity and hope in his eyes and voice, which was even unknown to him. He already had an idea; if anything, it should be related to his damn grandchild in front of him who just mentioned having fucked his beloved wife.

"I didn't marry Grandmother as she still loves you, Grandpa, and has affection for you, so she denied me seriously when I jokingly, and also interested, asked her if she wanted to marry me when everyone else wanted."

"Cheeky motherfucker you are," Aerion said, fuming but still relieved and happy in his heart.

"But still... Grandma gave me a part of her heart to me. We shared a bloody kiss, and she bonded to me as my sisters and the rest of my wives, Mom, and Aunt..."

"It was then that the magic happened... Grandma started regressing in age as we shared an intimate moment of passion and emotions..."

"Alright, don't say more, damn kid," Aerion veins throbbed in his head and neck visibly at the anger boiling inside himself. "Where is Valaena?"

"She was in my aunt's room as the rest of my women... preparing themselves... they should come to eat something at any moment."

Brienne couldn't believe what she was hearing... 'Sister Valaena is young again'? She looked down at her hands, lost in thought.

Aerion looked at Rhaegon, lost in thought, the same as Aegon.

After a moment of seeing Rhaegon eat a sandwich without a care or worry, he felt the impulse to punch his face; he wasn't a cute grandson at all...

"Can you do the same for us?"

"Maybe... I think. I don't know really; this is new. Just yesterday we learned of this. It seems it has to do with sharing our bloods to make a sort of pact as I did with every guard and servant we have in this castle, but it is more powerful and brings more benefits. I suppose that for Dad, it is nothing for now, as Mom or Aunt didn't change in looks. We can try if you want."

"Mh," Aerion became pensive.

"Let's try it out," Aegon said as he unsheathed a knife attached to his waist and sliced his hand, pouring blood into an empty cup and covered the wound after with a piece of cloth, knowing that even if it didn't work, he would heal from the blood of his son. Aerion and Rhaegon watched him attentively.

"Alright," Rhaegon said as he grabbed the cup and knife from his father's hand and sliced himself his hand with a little bit of difficulty as his skin was more tenacious as years passed and he grew.

"Quickly drink it after me," Rhaegon said to his father as he drank from it a few gulps and then passed him the cup. Aegon drank it full everything inside it.

He sat there expecting something to happen, but he felt nothing, just his hand wound healing at eyesight. So he looked at his son and asked, "When does the magic happen?"

"I... I don't know; it doesn't take too much time. And I'm not seeing any kind of marking in your body either..." Rhaegon said as he inspected his father.

Aegon then started feeling as his blood was boiling inside him. "I-Im feeling as if something is hot inside my body," he said as sweat dripped down from his forehead, but soon it calmed down.

Rhaegon was a little worried but thankfully, just as it came, it went fast, whatever his father was feeling. "And? You feel something changed?"

"No?" he said, cleaning his sweating face and hands with a cloth.

Aerion, who was in front of him, had an idea. "Godfrey!" he asked an old retainer of his house that now followed the damned kid.

"My lord!" Godfrey saluted his lord.

"Spar with Aegon for a bit."

"Father... do you think...?" Aegon said a little bit uncertain, but he also quickly understood what he meant and stood up as he unsheathed Blackfyre.

"What are you doing, child! Sheathe that sword; it would serve no purpose if you use that," Aerion said loudly.

"Right," Aegon sheathed the sword again, a little embarrassed as he was a little bit excited at the prospect of having his son's strength.