#viserys III targaryen

[the-fiction-witch]

My Dragon

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 + riding/ pinv/ full sex/ ejaculate/ breeding kink / C*ckwarming/ frustrated sex / fingering / nipple play Word Count - 2644

Viserys was angry! Full of rage at his sister's actions against him. At her Dothraki husband giving him orders! He was the last dragon, who dared those savages to order him around.

He forced his way into his tent and threw his sword across the room in frustration.

The sound caused Y/n to sit up a little, as she lay on the raised bed covered in pillows, blankets and other such fabrics, her body covered only by a thin sheer sheet, her hair messy. She picked her head up from the pillow she'd been sleeping on while viserys was gone and sat up just enough that she was still concealed,

"Uuummm... What is wrong my dragon?" She asked sleepily

Viserys stormed towards her, his face red with anger, “My sister, has seen fit to disregard my authority and now this...this savage thinks he can give me orders?” he spat, his voice venomous.

"ohh" she nodded, "what is it she said my dragon?"

Viserys's eyes blazed with fury as he leaned in close to Y/n, his hot breath caressing her skin, “She refused to give the gold I requested...the gold that is rightfully mine!” his voice dropped to a growl, “And now this...this beast thinks he can dictate terms to me.” Viserys's hand reached out, his fingers brushing against Y/n's cheek, “I need your help, my love,” he whispered, his eyes burning with intensity

She pulled him to sit on the bed and she wrapped her arms around him kissing his tender skin as her hands slowly undressed him "You are my dragon, the last male of house Targaryen, the last man who is the blood of old Valyira. She may feel she has the power to deny you gold but you can deny her the world, you are the dragon. No horse lord husband of hers will ever command you, you are his king. And all of them shall bow to you and beg your forgiveness when you have the crown on your head" she cooed massaging his ego

Viserys's eyes fluttered closed as Y/n's touch ignited a fire within him, her words fueling his desire for power and revenge, “Mmmm...yes,” he moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she kissed his neck, her lips tracing the curve of his ear. “No one commands me,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing. “I am the last dragon, the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms.” Viserys's hips bucked upwards, pressing himself against Y/n's hand as she stroked his skin, her touch sending sparks flying through his veins. “And soon,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, “soon I will claim what is mine.” Viserys's eyes snapped open, blazing with ambition and lust, as he looked down at Y/n, his heart pounding in his chest.

"of course you shall, you will claim what you are owed, and my dragon will sit on the throne he wants born for. Will you not? And your sister and her Dothraki husband will bow to you, fall on your mercy. And of course, you shall Gant their mercy as you are a wonderful and caring king. One day they will understand but that is not today." She explained as she guided him down to lay on the bed "but it will not be forgotten and it will not go unpunished once my dragon is king" she cooed as she mounted him, let him slip inside her and she began her gentle riding

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head as Y/n sank down onto him, her warm, wet heat enveloping him like a vice “Ahhh…” he groaned, his hands grasping for her waist as she rode him, her movements slow and deliberate. “Yes...yes... you're so tight,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. Viserys's hips lifted off the bed, meeting Y/n's downward motion with a thrust of his own, driving deeper into her slick folds. “My kingdom.”

"your kingdom, your throne, your crown, your men, your armies. My dragon" she cooed

Viserys's eyes flashed open, his gaze locking onto Y/n's as she rode him with increasing passion. “All of it... mine.” Viserys's hands tightened on Y/n's waist, pulling her down hard onto him as he drove upward, filling her. “Yes... yes... take it all,” he hissed, his teeth bared in a feral snarl.

She rode him slowly and passionately letting him work all his frustration out on her while she pleasured him "this." She smirked stroking his shaft before she slipped down it again "this is worth more than all things in the seven kingdoms, all gold she denies, all orders he commands. You my dragon are the blood of old valyira. Your seed is fire, dragon blood, your cock is worth more than anything they will ever know."

Viserys's eyes went wide, his pupils dilating as Y/n's words washed over him like a wave of liquid fire. “Ahh...yes…” he groaned, his body arching up off the bed as Y/n rode him with renewed ferocity. “You're right,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “This is worth everything.” Viserys's hands flew to Y/n's breasts, cupping them in his palms as he squeezed, feeling her nipples peak beneath his touch.

she softly moaned arching her back,

Viserys's mouth dropped open, his tongue darting out to lick the sweat-dampened skin of Y/n's chest. “Mmm…” he murmured, his lips tracing a path across her collarbone as he savored the taste of her. His hips snapped forward, driving deep into Y/n's warmth as he felt himself building towards release. “I'm going to come,” he warned, his voice low and husky. Viserys's hands slid down Y/n's sides, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her down hard onto him. Viserys's eyes locked onto Y/n's, his gaze burning with intensity as he felt himself on the brink of climax “No,” he whispered, his voice a mere breath away from her ear. “Don't move.” Viserys's hands tightened on Y/n's hips, holding her still as he buried himself deep within her. He closed his eyes, focusing every ounce of energy on the sensation building inside him. And then, in a burst of flame and fury, Viserys erupted, spilling his seed into Y/n's waiting womb.

She cooed as he filled her to her brim, she stroked his bare chest comfortingly and shifted her hips just enough to let him ride out his orgasm "My dragon feels better now?"

Viserys's eyes fluttered open, his gaze drifting lazily back to Y/n's as he felt the aftershocks of his climax begin to subside. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice weak but satisfied. “He does indeed.” Viserys's hands relaxed their grip on Y/n's hips, his arms wrapping around her instead as he drew her close. For a moment, they simply lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the only sound the gentle rise and fall of their breathing. “Perhaps...perhaps it is time I claimed my rightful place upon the Iron Throne.”

she nodded as she laid beside him in the bed snuggled in his arms "perhaps it is"

Viserys's arms tightened around Y/n, holding her close as he gazed out the window at the darkening sky. “We will conquer Westeros,” he whispered, his voice full of conviction. “And I will rule with fire and blood.” Viserys's eyes burned with a fierce inner light as he spoke, his heart pounding with excitement at the prospect of reclaiming the throne. But as he looked down at Y/n, he saw something else in her expression a hint of concern, perhaps, or doubt. “What troubles you?”

"nothing my dragon" she smiled clearly lieing to make him feel better

Viserys's face softened, his expression relaxing into a warm smile as he gazed at Y/n. “You're so beautiful when you lie to me,” he teased, his voice dripping with affection. Viserys leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear as he whispered “But I know you too well, my love. You can't fool me that easily.” He chuckled, the sound low and husky, sending shivers down Y/n's spine. “Now tell me the truth. What's really troubling you?”

"my dragon will have no use for me when he is king"

Viserys's smile faltered, his expression turning serious as he gazed at Y/n.

“What are you talking about? You're my queen, my partner, my everything.” He sat up, his eyes blazing with intensity as he took Y/n's face in his hands. “I don't need anyone else,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “You're the one who makes me whole, who completes me.”

"would you not need to marry a westeros lady? Spread your dragon seed Into as many high born ladies as possible? You will be king, all the women of westeros will beg for your seed and your bed. Why would you bother to keep a chubby lyseri whore like me?" She said sadly

Viserys's face twisted in anger, his eyes flashing with hurt as he heard Y/n's words. “You're my queen, my lover, my everything. You're the one who has given me strength, who has made me feel alive.” He stood up, towering over Y/n as he glared at her. And then, in a voice that sent shivers down her spine, “You're right. I won't need you anymore once I'm king.” Viserys's eyes seemed to darken, his gaze burning with a fierce inner fire as he loomed over Y/n “But that doesn't mean I don’t want you,” He reached out, his hand closing around Y/n's hand “You'll come with me to King's Landing,” he cooed,

“And there, you'll serve me. You'll dance for me, sing for me, and spread your legs for me whenever I desire it. You'll learn to be the perfect queen, the perfect wife.” His lips brushed against hers, r.

she giggled "if you make me your queen you will not be able to marry any other ladies"

Viserys's eyes flashed with anger, but beneath the surface, a spark of excitement flickered to life. “But what if I didn't want to marry anyone else? What if I wanted to keep you all to myself?” His lips curled into a cruel smile as he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. “In that case,” he purred, “you'd be very lucky indeed.”

she nodded "very lucky my dragon" she cooed stroking his chest and kissing his lips

Viserys's eyes fluttered closed, his body relaxing into her touch as he savored the sensation of her lips on his “Mmm,” he murmured, “yes...kiss me like that. Make me forget about the Iron Throne, about the war, about anything except you.” His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a passionate, desperate dance.

she happily kissed him back climbing back up onto his lap as they kissed, rubbing her folds against his half-hard cock "Would this make you forget my dragon?"

Viserys's hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently as he broke away from the kiss “Oh, yes,” he whispered, “this would definitely make me forget. Nothing makes me forget like the feel of you, Y/n.” His fingers dipped lower, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs before coming to rest on the soft flesh between her legs. “I want to see you ride me again,” he growled, “to feel your heat surround me. To watch you come apart under my touch.”

she moaned throwing her head back as his fingers torment her, but she moved and sank down on him once more shifting her hips to ride him again

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head as she sank down on him, his cock throbbing with pleasure inside her warm, wet depths “Yes,” he hissed, “ride me like that. Take me deeper, harder.” His hands grasped her hips, holding her in place as he thrust upward, meeting her downward motion with a series of swift, powerful strokes. “Y/n,” he groaned, “you feel so good. So tight, so hot.” Viserys's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he quickened his pace. “I'm going to come already,” he warned, “and I want you with me. Come now, Y/n. Let go.” His mouth descended upon hers once more, their lips crashing together in a fierce, urgent kiss as he pistoned himself upward, driving deeper and deeper into her willing body. Suddenly, he felt it building the familiar rush of pressure, the tingling sensation that signaled the onset of orgasm. With a triumphant cry, Viserys exploded within her, his seed bursting forth in a torrent of release as he shuddered and convulsed under her.

As the last tremors of his climax faded, Viserys leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. His gaze drifted lazily over Y/n's features, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. “Fuck… you are too good at that,”

she nodded kissing his neck softly and lazily, often squeezing around his cock to keep him pleasured,

Viserys's eyes fluttered closed, a low hum of pleasure vibrating through his chest as she squeezed around his still-hard cock. “Mmm,” he murmured, “keep doing that. It feels... amazing.”

"ummm" she nodded her hips slowly squirming, just enough to pleasure him keeping her movements slow and deep

Viserys's eyelids snapped open, his gaze locking onto Y/n's face as she rode him with slow, deliberate movements. His breathing quickened, his heart pounding in time with the rhythm of her hips. “Oh, god,” he whispered, “you're killing me. Keep moving like that. I'm...I'm close again.” His fingers dug into the bed, his knuckles creaking with strain as he fought to hold on to control.

"yes my dragon" she cooed as she continues her slow and deep movements, riding him only to please him and nothing else

Viserys's eyes blazed with intensity, his pupils constricting as he gazed at Y/n with a mixture of desire and adoration. “My queen,” he breathed, “my love. Ride me like that forever. Make me yours.” His voice dropped to a whisper, his words barely audible as he spoke them into her ear. His fingers wrapped around her waist, pulling her down onto him with a gentle yet insistent pressure. “Squeeze me tighter,” he commanded, “suck me dry with that cute little cunt,”

she giggled as she continues her slow movements in-between her pussy clenching around him to milk his cock with squeezes "Forever, if my dragon demands it I shall never leave his cock" she cooed

Viserys's face contorted in a mix of ecstasy and frustration, his body arching off the bed as she clenched around him with each squeeze “Yes,” he hissed, “like that. My queen, you're...you're... killing me.” He bucked upward, driving himself deeper into her warmth as she continued to ride him with slow, deliberate movements. “I demand it,” he growled, “never leave my cock.”

"yes my king" she whispered in his ear

Viserys's grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her down onto him with a fierce urgency “No,” he whispered, “don't nod, don't whisper. Say it loud, say it proud. Tell me you'll never leave my cock.” His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back as she continued to milk him with her slow, squeezing movements.

"I shall never leave your cock My king, your queen shall have you inside her every moment I promise" she cooed as she moved

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head, his vision blurring as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release. “That's it,” he groaned, “that's it. You're mine now, forever and always. No one else will touch you, no one else will claim you.” His body tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring as he prepared to unleash himself into her depths.

Viserys's chest heaved with exertion, his face twisted in a mask of raw pleasure as he waited for the inevitable. And then, in a burst of explosive release, he spilled himself into her depths, his body shuddering with the force of his climax As the aftershocks faded, 

[daenysthedreamer101]

Something something about Targaryen princes with insane face cards being played by men named Harry

I think about this often. Do you?

[venusbyline]

I just had a random horny thought rn...

Imagine being Viserys III Targaryen's younger sister (but still just some years older than Dany). He's so obsessed about you... Literally corrupting you little by little.

He'll take your maidenhead and try to breed you to keep the bloodline. Dany can be Khal Drogo broodmare, but you'll be Viserys'. This man won't stop to fuck your pretty cunt until you're finally carrying his first child.

[souryam]

no rebellion targs :(

[franzkafkagf]

new gen targaryens if rhaegar had tried a little bit harder when dodging that warhammer

[novembermorgon]

arianne & viserys

[hylialeia]

I love the way viserys lingers in dany's pov chapters but in a sort of repressed way. naming her gold dragon viserion. using "wake the dragon" as a threat against slavers and traitors. she doesn't laugh for weeks after he dies. she didn't have a maester she had a brother. she clings to him telling her the starks and lannisters were the usurper's dogs. he's always there in everything she does even just a little bit and then fully resurfaces for the end of adwd in some pseudo horror/triumph vision to influence her again. "I loved you once" literally the saddest thing grrm has ever written.

[aneurins-barnard]

HARRY LLOYD as VISERYS III TARGARYEN GAME OF THRONES 1.01 Winter is Coming

[deadgirlwalked]

it's crazy to realise that Tyrion is just 3 years older than Viserys. Those two could have been toddling together.

[knightsickness]

viserys iii singularly susceptible to the fawning essosi nobleman routine + only illyrio ever got the opportunity to take advantage of this. theyd have been running circles around him if he ever got to qarth or slavers bay omgg your radiance your magnificence you look even stronger and handsomer and kinglier than you did yesterday a feast in your honour is just this way and then he gets dissolved in a warlocks pool or bisected in the fighting pits

[the-fiction-witch]

My Dragoness

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 + fingering/ anal/ squirting/ bj/ facial/ ejaculate/ spanking/ mastubating / dom x sub/ Word Count - 2062

Part Two to My Dragon

Viserys's gaze snapped back into focus, his eyes locking onto Y/n's with a calculating intensity. “Now,” he said, “now we begin our true work.” he sighed, “The time has come,” Viserys declared, “for us to reclaim the Iron Throne. We've been waiting for too long, gathering strength and resources in secret. It's time to strike, to show the Seven Kingdoms that we will not be ignored.” He sat up keeping Y/n in his arms, his eyes burning with determination as he surveyed their surroundings. “We need a plan, a strategy to take back Westeros.”

she nodded "I am no good for war my dragon, should I summon your men to discuss? Or should I just listen while I pleasure my king?" She cooed

Viserys's gaze narrowed, his mind racing with the implications of her words. But beneath the surface, a spark of desire flared to life, fueled by the promise of pleasure “No,” he growled, “don't summon anyone yet. Not until I'm done with you. You'll listen to me, and only me, as I tell you exactly how to make me feel.” he smirked, “And as for pleasing your king…Your mouth,” Viserys commanded, “is going to be busy tonight. You'll suck me dry, take every last drop of cum. And then you'll swallow, swallowing everything I give you.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers in a rough, possessive kiss. “Now get to work, my queen.”

she nodded and moved to her knees taking his cock in her mouth without hesitation licking the seed from his cock after the previous orgasms inside her as well as her own jucies,

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bed as she sucked him with a ferocity that left him breathless. “Yes,” he hissed, “just like that. Deeper, harder, take it all. Don't stop, don't slow down.” He threaded his fingers through her hair, gripping tight as she worked him over with her tongue and lips. His hips pumped upward, fucking her mouth with abandon as he chased the next orgasm. “I can feel it building,”

Viserys whispered, “a storm is coming, and I'm not just talking about the weather. The people are restless, hungry for power and revenge. They'll follow me, blindly loyal to the Targaryen name.” He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a fierce light. “It's time to gather our allies, to forge alliances and make deals. We'll need the support of the Great Houses, their armies and resources if we're to succeed. But there's one thing holding us back…the question of who will sit upon the Iron Throne once we've reclaimed it.” Viserys's gaze locked onto hers, piercing and intense.

she nodded as she sucked and licked

Viserys's grip on her hair tightened, his body tensing as he approached the brink of orgasm. “Don't stop,” he growled, “keep sucking, keep licking. I want to feel it build, to feel myself spill over the edge.” He thrust deeper into her mouth, his cock pulsating with tension as he teetered on the precipice. And then, in a burst of release, he came, spilling his seed down her throat as she swallowed every last drop. Viserys collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent and exhausted.

Y/n swallowed it all but she didn't stop, moaning down his cock as she works

Viserys's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers as he felt a surge of renewed desire course through his veins “You're…you're killing me,” he gasped, “with those sounds, with that mouth. Keep going, Y/n, don't stop now. I want to feel it again, I want to come all over your face.” He reached down, his hands grasping her shoulders as he pulled her closer. “Suck harder,” he commanded, “suck it like your life depends on it.”

she sucked and licked as much as she could moaning down his cock,

It was then viserys saw why she was suddenly so vocal, as her hand was between her legs fingering herself and rubbing her clit letting her juices and his seed leak onto her hand as she pleasured herself. All while still sucking his cock.

Viserys's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with the sight before him. “Oh, god,” he breathed, “you're…you're touching yourself. While sucking me? That's…that's filthy.” He felt a jolt of excitement run through him, his cock twitching in her mouth, Viserys's gaze remained fixed on her hand, his eyes burning with intensity as he watched her pleasure herself. “You're…so dirty,” he whispered, “and I love it. Come closer,” he commanded, “let me see you touch yourself while sucking my cock.”

she moved onto the bed still sucking his cock as her hand moved passionately desperate for her release

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bed as he felt himself slipping further into ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, “touch yourself like that. Show me how you get off. Make yourself come while sucking my cock.” His hips began to pump furiously, driving himself deeper into her mouth as he chased the rush of pleasure.

her sucking slowed as she moaned more and more but did her best between moans to keep her pace

Viserys's grip on the bedsheets tightened, his knuckles white as he strained towards release.

“No, no, no,” he groaned, “don't stop, Y/n. Don't stop sucking me. I'm close, I can feel it.” Suddenly, Viserys's entire body locked up, his muscles tensing as he came in a torrential flood. His seed shot down her throat, filling her mouth and making her gag. But she didn't pull away, instead continuing to suck him dry as if starving for every last drop.

Y/n moaned loudly sucking so hard he almost fainted as she hit her orgasm squirting down her hand

Viserys's vision blurred, his head spinning as he felt himself being drained of every last drop. “Y/n…oh god…” he whispered, “you're… you're killing me.”

she stopped her hand and slowly milked the last of his seed before she collapsed on the bed her pussy trembling from excitement

Viserys lay there, spent and exhausted, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he watched Y/n collapse beside him. For a moment, they just lay there, the only sound the heavy breathing of two people who had given themselves completely to their desires. Then, Viserys reached out and gently stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in its softness as he whispered, “You…are…amazing. I've never felt anything like that before.”

"did it please you my dragon?" She gasps

“it pleased me” His voice dropped to a growl, “I want more.” Viserys's hands closed around Y/n's wrists, holding them captive as he leaned in close “You know what would make it even better?”

“What?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“If you were bound,” Viserys replied, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. He left the bed a moment to grab his belt, expertly knotting it around her wrists before pulling tight. “Now,” he said, his voice dripping with menace, “let's see how long you can hold out.” he grabbed her hair and pulled her to kneel across his lap, he spread her ass cheeks and thighs letting her drip down her legs, she let out a small squeal of excitement as he looks her pussy and ass over a few times before slapping her ass hard

"Ughh! My dragon!"

Viserys's eyes gleamed with pleasure as he spanked her again, the sound echoing through the air. “Oh, yes,” he purred, “my little dragoness likes a good spanking, don't you?” He ran his hands over her skin, tracing the curves of her body with gentle fingers.

“Yes my dragon!”

“And now,” he whispered, “it's time for something else.”

Viserys's fingers dipped between her legs, f

she moaned loudly as his fingers slipped inside her dripping pussy

Viserys's fingers moved in and out of her, pumping steadily as he leaned back on the bed, his eyes fixed intently on Y/n's face. She was so wet, so ready for him,and Viserys couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and ownership “My little dragoness is so eager for me,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He added another finger, stretching her wide as he pumped in and out of her. “Yes, just like that,” he encouraged, his own arousal growing with each passing moment. Viserys knew exactly what he wanted now,and nothing was going to stop him from getting it.

she moaned and screamed in pleasure as he so roughly fingered her, his fingers moving inside her pumping and stretching her making her squirt and squeal

Viserys's eyes blazed with excitement as he watched Y/n's reaction, his fingers moving faster and harder inside her “Squirt for me, my little dragoness,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. He felt a rush of power as she obeyed, her body releasing a flood of liquid as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. Viserys's own arousal spiked, his cock throbbing with need as he reached down and wrapped his hand around it, stroking himself slowly. “Not yet,” he whispered, his eyes locked on Y/n's face. “I'm not done with you yet.”

he slapped her ass a few times more making her red and sore before he lubbed up his hand with her squirt and used it to slip two fingers in her pussy, and two fingers in her ass

"Ahhh! Viserys!" She screamed as she immediately came squirting down his hand and screaming loudly as she clenched around his fingers and trembled desperately

Viserys's face twisted in a snarl of satisfaction as he felt her clench around his fingers, her body trembling with release. “Yes, my little dragoness,” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper. “You're so responsive, so eager for me.” He worked his fingers deeper, feeling her muscles contract and release as she came down from her orgasm. Viserys's own arousal was almost unbearable now, his cock throbbing with need as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear. “I want to see you come again,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

she whined but it was too late viserys found her gspot inside her pussy and all he had to do was rub on it with his fingers and she came screaming and squirting all over him,

Viserys's fingers danced across her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. He felt her muscles tense and release as she came, her screams echoing through the air as she squirted all over him. He didn't stop, couldn't stop, as he rode the wave of her orgasm with his fingers. Each time she came, he felt her body tighten around them, milking him for more. “Faster,” he growled, his own arousal spiking as he felt her climax build once more. He quickened his pace, rubbing against that sweet spot until she shattered apart again, her body convulsing in ecstasy. And still he didn't stop, driving his fingers deeper into her pussy and ass, coaxing out another scream, another torrent of liquid. Viserys's fingers were a blur as he worked her over, his movements swift and precise. He could feel her body building towards another climax, her muscles tensing in anticipation. With a sudden burst of speed, he rubbed against that magic spot once more, sending her soaring into another orgasm.

This time, however, it was different. Her body seemed to shatter apart completely, her screams echoing off the walls of the tent as she came with a ferocity that it took him over his own edge his seed spurting out across her stomach,

As she lay there, spent and helpless, Viserys withdrew his fingers from her pussy and ass, leaving her gaping and vulnerable.

Viserys's chest heaved with exertion as he stood up, his fingers still slick with Y/n's juices. He towered over her, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity “fuck” he growled, his voice dripping with menace. “You are going to be the best queen ever.” he cooed laying down with her,

“Viserys…”

“Yes Y/n?”

“I love you, my dragon" she cooed

"I love you too my dragoness" he cooed leaning down to kiss her lips

she held his cheeks in her hands as they kissed, as sweet and tender kiss full of love until they pulled back

His eyes locked onto hers, burning with a fierce passion. He grasped her wrists, holding them captive as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers once more “No, don't pull away,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “Not yet.” His mouth crashed down on hers once more,

[daenysthedreamer101]

Would these two get along?

[ladystoneboobs]

idt we talk enough about how a song of ice and fire is also the song of incest and cannibalism. i mean, sure, obviously both of those subjects are noted as present, but the saga feels much more known for its incest, which idt is fair or accurate to the later materiel. iirc, jaime fucking cersei next to their dead firstborn is the last instance of onpage incest happening in present tl, and after that it's all about the cannibals, baby.

(disclaimer: cw/tw sa, cw/tw rape, and i'm not counting cousincest as that's normal in-world even for non-targaryens and also still legal in many places in our world today, nor counting the faux-incestuous freudian mess that is littlefinger/alayne(sansa)/sweetrobin, nor any dark humor jokes and/or unfulfilled threats wrt forced cannibalism)

in fact pretty much all the active incest during the present tl happens in those first 3 books:

the twincest as a major plot point ofc, kicking action off when bran saw them fucking in a tower

and viserys creeping on dany and twisting her nipple

tyrion relating his backstory to bronn wherein he and tysha were both raped by proxy by his father, tywin (tho tyrion does not use that terminology)

craster still being alive to rape and impregnate his own daughters (resulting in dozens of forced incestuous relationships)

and theon unknowingly groping his own sister while she (knowingly) groped him in return

jaime's early pov recalled how he shut up cersei with kissing when they fought after bran refused to die

bella of stoney sept trying and failing to seduce gendry who is (unbeknownst to them both) her half-brother as both were sired by robert baratheon (only example in these 3 books where incest was averted before any sexual activity or incestuous contact occurred)

the aforementioned sept twincest next to joffrey's corpse

tyrion learning from oberyn about cersei twisting his penis when he was a baby

cersei's failed attempt to seduce jaime in wst, pulling out his dick for either a bj or hj until her talk of tyrion's death made him lose his boner

while incest is not exactly absent from the text after that, it seems to exist in the feastdance only in hypotheticals or past memories:

aeron's trauma flashbacks of his (implied only in published text) csa by euron

jaime still feeling lust when seeing cersei nude

and her fond reminiscing about them fucking behind robert's back/brief dream of them as a married couple before her walk of shame

victarion misinterpreting asha's offer of partnership as a marriage proposal and suddenly looking at his niece in a new way with "his manhood beginning to stiffen"

jaime's recollection of fucking cersei at darry next to robert as he was passed out drunk before cersei sent him to hunt arya (which would have happened back in agot and the point of this scene is more his failed hunt for a child just to make cersei happy)

arianne's "uneasy" memory of a past fantasy about being seduced by a man whose description is suspiciously similar to her late uncle oberyn

the aborted marital match of aegon/young griff to his purported aunt dany

illyrio saying (the now dead) viserys tried to rape dany the night before her wedding to drogo (another event from agot concerning a guy we already knew was into incest)

and tyrion once saying he wanted to rape as well as murder cersei

conversely, the cannibalism in the earlier books is most often only unproven hypotheticals alluded to as possible cannibalism:

old nan saying the others fed their dead servants the flesh of human children (which we have not yet seen with any wights so far, whether or not one counts walking undead eating human flesh as straight-up cannibalism)

the mystery meat in flea bottom's bowls o' brown which may or may not contain symon silver tongue after tyrion had him killed

renly's recollection that cressen kept stannis from catapulting their old master-at-arms by saying they may need to eat him later (which did not come to pass thanks to davos)

joffrey telling his people to eat their own dead (with no way of knowing if any actually did)

lady hornwood eating her own fingers

the mentions of the ice river clans being the cannibals beyond the wall (who are def not among the free folk jon snow gets to know onpage, making it just background detail)

bran's (possibly mythical) story of the rat cook

and biter chewing on people he attacked and other corpses (which seems to be just a side hobby connected to his killing method moreso constituting a snack than a full meal from a person butchered for meat. this tendancy of his is just background detail in acok, with biter chewing a corpse in the background after the weasel soup operation, and the hindsight implication that it could well have been him rather than dogs or wolves who had "been at" the corpses after the skirmish where yoren was killed)

while the feastdance feels much more in your face with cannibalism, having not only more total mentions of the practice but also more confirmed, actual cannibalism (as opposed to the ambiguity of each and every bowl o' brown), for those who know how to look at the evidence:

jaime learned that his father's mad dog aka the mountain fed parts of vargo hoat to all his prisoners (including vargo himself) after recapturing harrenhal

jaime then recalled tales of danelle lothston presiding over feasts of human flesh in harrenhal

and euron bragged about pulling a similar trick with the warlocks he captured (the only twist being that the warlocks knew what they were being forced to eat, which vargo hoat and wylis manderly etc at harrenhal likely didn't)

the elder brother of the quiet isle told of biter eating all of a woman's breasts at saltpans after she'd been raped and killed (prob the largest amount of flesh biter's confirmed to have eaten from one corpse)

bran and co. ate "pig" supplied by coldhands which had to be long pig aka human meat

brienne felt her face being eaten by biter in her own pov (which is so much worse than him chewing others in the background of the weasel soup scene)

theon was told that two ironmen at moat cailin were found eating their dead comrades

the astapori were said to eat their own dead while under siege by the yunkishmen

and then were said to do so again in refugee camps outside meereen

sam and davos sailed past skagos and each remembered stories of skagosi cannibalism

khrazz the pit fighter cut the hearts from his defeated foes to eat them

cotter pyke's last letter to jon snow said the wildlings were eating their own dead at hardhome

4 of stannis's men were executed by burning for butchering and eating dead men (with asha wondering how many others had done so without being caught)

and ofc the frey pies with wyman manderly having his 3 former guests killed and serving their meat to their own kin and the other guests at ramsay's wedding while eating some himself too

two of these examples (involving gregor clegane and euron greyjoy) must have actually happened during the course of asos, but grrm chose to give us the gruesome details in affc, which was brand new information about men we already knew were villains but did not know were into that fucked-up shit specifically, unlike being reminded that agot-era jaime and viserys wanted to fuck their sisters. it's as if after craster was killed and jc effectively broke up grrm decided cannibalism was the taboo subject matter he would fill the later books with, so we'd really feel the increasing danger of starvation-induced cannibalism with winter's arrival (and have no trouble believing rickon's new home of skagos really is a cannibal island). however, in-universe it feels like there's some sort of environmental balance connection so that the decrease in one formerly common behaviorial abomination just allows another such abomination to fill in the gap with a sharp increase in activity, like deer overpopulation resulting from lack of predators as if all the active incest somehow stopped more people from eating themselves or other people.

[fangrurin]

It had grown so silent in the hall that she could hear the bells in Khal Drogo's hair, chiming softly with each step he took. His bloodriders followed him, like three copper shadows. Daenerys had gone cold all over. "He says you shall have a splendid golden crown that men shall tremble to behold." [...] "That was all I wanted," he said. "What was promised."

HARRY LLOYD and EMILIA CLARKE as VISERYS and DAENERYS TARGARYEN

[eschercaine]

The wig department hasn’t put this kind of work in since.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Burn with Me

Pairing: Viserys III Targaryen (Game of Thrones) x f!reader Warnings: Smut, imbalanced power dynamics, abuse of power. Word count: ~2k

Summary: Viserys shares a piece of his ancestry with his concubine.

Author's note: Day one of Smuffmas - candlelight and collaring. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

She steps into the tent that has been erected to serve as Viserys’ personal bathhouse and is immediately enveloped in humidity that clings to her skin like a shroud, as the opening falls closed behind her. True to his Targaryen nature, he favours the heat and, as such, always demands that the water be scalding before it fills the wooden tub, with as many candles lit as the surrounding space will allow, to ensure that it retains its heat.

The atmosphere within the canvas walls is one of resplendence; the rounded tub that sits in the far corner wafts viscous steam up into the air. The water’s surface reflects the vibrant orange glow of more candles than she can possibly count, all casting flickering shadows that dance upon the ceiling. The heady fragrance of Myrish oils lingers in the air, a potent aroma of cinnamon and ginger. Viserys refuses the use of Dothraki spiceflower in his bathwater, despite it being in abundance, and far less costly than oils and spices from the Free Cities.

“It is insult enough that I must exist among these savages,” he had once told her, “I will not smell like them too. See that my command is heeded, or you shall wake the dragon.”

He stands beside the bathtub, spine rigid and eyes narrowed in annoyance. She had come to him the moment she was summoned, yet she can tell from the subtle flare of his nostrils that he is impatient already.

Despite the gossamer fabric of the dress that drapes over her body, she can feel sweat prickling the back of her neck, dampening the hairs that rest at the base of it. She knows this is due to the stifling heat of the bathing tent, but the fearful hammering of her heart as Viserys eyes her in displeasure only serves to exacerbate it.

“About time,” he snaps irritably, beckoning her closer with a restive click of his fingers.

“Your grace,” she greets courteously, before he has the chance to scold her further, “allow me to help you.”

She steps in front of him, deft fingers moving over the forest green wool of the tunic that covers his lithe frame. It is a wildly impractical choice of fabric, considering the climate of Vaes Dothrak, but Viserys shuns more traditional garb in favour of wool and silk. One by one she pulls open the clasps, revealing the creamy, white flesh beneath.

During her time in the pleasure houses of Lys, she had lain with many men and grown accustomed to the sight of skin marred by battle scars and hardened by the ravages of hard labour. Viserys bears no such afflictions. He is thin, an unfortunate consequence of a life lived in squalor, but he has never known battle, he is soft and smooth, unblemished by conflict. She has silently wondered on many occasions how he could possibly ever hope to rule as king of Westeros if he is not competent with a sword, a musing she will never give voice to, lest she pay with her life for it. She has no doubt he will take no issue in wetting his blade with her blood, if provoked into doing so.

Despite his rakish appearance and short temper, she cannot help the appreciative gaze she casts upon him as she strips him of the remnants of his clothing. For all his flaws, Viserys is a handsome man; soft, silver waves of hair frame the hard lines of his face, a strong nose and chin accentuate the pierce of his gaze. His eyes carry madness within them, enticing with dangerous allure.

“Careful with that,” he commands, nodding to the tunic which she has picked back up to fold, “what’s in the pocket is worth at least five times more than what I paid for you.”

“Of course, your grace,” she replies simply, noticing the subtle weight the garment has to it that isn’t usually there.

“Bring it here,” he says to her, stepping into the tub and sitting down. The motion causes steamy water to slop over the sides, soaking into the clay coloured earth of the ground below, as he leans back, resting his elbows behind him on the edge.

“Not the tunic, stupid girl,” he spits, scowling as she steps forward with it, “just what’s in the pocket.”

She blinks rapidly, bowing her head, a fruitless attempt to will away the humiliation that burns hotly at her skin. Reaching into the pocket, she wraps her fingers around something hard, that feels cold against her skin despite the heat that hangs heavy in the air.

Pulling it free, she can see that it is a steel choker. Thick silver plates inlaid with large rubies make up the bulk of it, with a dainty chain that fastens it at the back. She has never held anything so valuable in her hands before, the very weight of it feels representative of its significance.

“I don’t suppose you have ever seen such opulence before,” Viserys tells her, drawing her attention back to him, to where he reclines in the bath, a smug smirk upon his face as he regards her pridefully.

She places the choker in his upturned, waiting palm. “Won’t it rust if you get it wet?”

Viserys grins, the gesture lighting up his face in a way that seems almost unnatural, as the ever present madness dances within the lilac of his eyes. “It is Valyrian steel, forged in dragon fire, it won’t rust, it can’t. Now disrobe and join me.”

He plays idly with the choker, running the chain through his fingers and holding the rubies up to the candlelight as she undresses, though it does not take her long. The near translucent dress is the only item of clothing that he will allow her to wear when tending to him, and it is rare that it stays on for long.

She hisses quietly at the burn of the water against her flesh as she climbs into the tub, the all encompassing heat making her legs tingle. She does not understand how Viserys can stand it, but then there is blood of the dragon coursing through his veins, so she supposes he barely notices it.

“Turn around,” he instructs, and she does as she’s told, presenting her back to him as she faces away. She can hear the splash of the water as he advances upon her within the small space, feel the water moving with him.

Dampened hands scoop her hair away from her neck, before he places the choker around it, carefully fastening it. It chills her skin, a strange juxtaposition to the clamminess that their surroundings elicit. It feels heavy and tight around her throat, more like a collar than a necklace, and as Viserys turns her roughly to face him, sending yet more water cascading over the sides of the bath, she can see that that was precisely his intent.

His eyes are wild as he appraises her, lips slightly parted. “This is hundreds of years old, it would have been worn by a Targaryen princess from the days of Old Valyria,” he tells her, his voice lowering, taking on the seductive timbre that he affects only when aroused. He hooks two fingers beneath the centre ruby, giving it a tug. “How does it make you feel?”

She swallows thickly, considering her answer, wanting to offer words that will please him. “It makes me feel…fortunate…to have the opportunity to wear something of such significance.”

He hums, clearly satisfied with her answer, giving a slight nod as he grasps her hips beneath the water and manhandles her into his lap. She can feel his hardened cock prodding insistently at her most intimate area as she settles into the position of straddling him, winding her arms around his neck, as his hands keep a firm grip of her.

“Ser Jorah came by this on his travels,” he tells her, eyes fixated upon her throat, “he was going to give it as a gift to my sister, but I have taken it for myself. I do not see why she should lay claim to such a valuable piece of our shared ancestry, just for spreading her legs and siring a whelp for that savage, Drogo.”

The tone of his voice drips with jealousy, and it makes her uncomfortable to be faced with his arousal, not for the first time, while he speaks of Daenerys. She knows that the Targaryens existed on a foundation of bloodline purity, however, those customs are queer to her and to be faced with the reality of their incestuous nature makes her stomach churn.

All thoughts leave her mind, however, as he tugs her downwards to meet his upward thrust, spearing her open on his cock with a grunt elicited through gritted teeth. She moans at the exquisite stretch, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as she clings tightly to him, her breaths hot against his wet skin.

Viserys keeps his hands upon her hips, helping to guide her movements as she rolls her pelvis against his, bouncing herself upon his aching length. Though he is often cruel to her, when he holds her close like this, and it is just the sounds of their mingling pants for breath and the slap of their skin, it is easy for her to forget that she was purchased for his pleasure, a means to distract him from the want to defile his sister.

When he holds her close, his harsh features contorted in ecstasy, the madness that dances within his eyes conveying only lust, she can allow herself to believe that she is special, that he chose her alone to travel with him and warm his bed because he wanted only her, not because the Beggar King could not afford more than one concubine. 

In her own foolish heart, she has allowed gratitude to be misplaced for love. The fondness she feels towards him for him having taken her from the pleasure houses of Lys, and rescuing her from the life of a common whore, in her mind, is romantic. 

So when he takes one of the stiffened peaks of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinches harshly, she mewls wantonly as the sensation causes her sensitive walls to clench around him, wanting him to know just how good he makes her feel, how eager she is to please him.

If he did not return her affection, why else would he allow her to wear the choker that currently sits snug against her throat?

She speeds up her movements, the bathwater undulating around them with more intensity. The head of his cock bullies relentlessly at a spot inside of her that, coupled with the lightheadedness she feels from the heat of the water, makes her forget herself entirely. Before she can stop them, the words tumble carelessly from her lips.

“I love you.”

He halts all movements, and she freezes, her heart hammering wildly against her ribcage as she realises what she has just said. She opens her mouth, wanting to apologise, to take it back, to beg for forgiveness, but before she can he’s grasping her jaw, forcing her to meet the intensity of his stare.

“Say it again,” he orders quietly, leaving no room for argument.

She is hesitant at first, but he tangles his fingers into the back of her hair, not allowing her to look away, so she relents. “I–I love you.”

He snarls, tugging harshly at her hair as he resumes his brutal thrusts up into her. “That’s right, you fucking do.”

For the briefest of moments, she had allowed herself to believe he might say it back, and is not even given the respite to experience disappointment, as he chases his release within her. Her confession of love having been enough to stroke his ego to the point of climax, evidenced by the insistent pulsating of his member as he pumps it in and out of her with renewed vigour.

He holds her tightly against himself, pushing himself as far up into her as he can go as he peaks, spilling inside of her with a shameless groan, before settling back down, her body pliant against his as they both catch their breath.

“I’m finished with you for tonight. Leave me,” he says despondently, as his rapidly softening cock slips free of her.

She offers a curt nod, disentangling herself from him and climbing on shaky legs from the tub, bathwater and Viserys’ seed both dripping down her thighs, as she reaches for her dress, clutching it to herself to protect what little remains of her modesty.

“Wait,” he snaps, and for a moment she believes he will tell her he has changed his mind, that he longs for her company. Instead he snaps his fingers, gesturing to her neck. “The necklace.”

Her heart sinks, but she forces her expression to remain stoic, unclasping it and depositing it back into his outstretched palm. Her neck feels immediately lighter, having been freed from the weight of it. However, as she walks from the tent, it is replaced with a heaviness upon her heart that reminds her irrevocably of her place - or lack thereof - in the world of Viserys Targaryen.

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