The morning sun cast its warm golden light over the great hall of Dragonstone, bathing the room in a soft glow that seemed almost ethereal.
Within this hallowed space, surrounded by ancient tapestries depicting scenes from House Targaryen's storied past, stood Maester Simon, a wise and respected figure among the castle's inhabitants.
He had spent many years serving as the lord of the house counselor and personal physician, guiding as needed with his vast knowledge.
Now, however, Maester Simon found himself facing a challenge unlike any other – caring for not one, but three fragile infants who were each less than a day old.
Born under extraordinary circumstances, these triplets were destined for greatness if only they could survive their precarious early days.
Ashen-faced and weary from attending to the needs of Lady Visenya throughout her grueling labor, Maester Simon steeled himself against the tide of exhaustion threatening to overwhelm him.
With deft hands, he prepared several small bowls containing mixtures made from crushed herbs and healing potions meant to promote his lady healthy body recovery.
Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, Lady Visenya lay resting in her chambers, cradling her precious newborns close to her chest as she reveled in the joy of motherhood. Her face bore traces of fatigue, but her eyes shone brightly with love and gratitude for the miraculous gift bestowed upon her.
With renewed vigor, Maester Simon approached carrying a steaming mug filled with some infusion flavored with milk and honey.
Carefully lifting Rhaegon from his mother's embrace, he positioned the squalling babe against his shoulder while simultaneously offering the drink to Visenya.
"For you my lady" he said cheerily, hoping to bring some semblance of normalcy back into their lives after the tumultuous events of the previous night.
Accepting the proffered beverage gratefully, Visenya took a tentative sip, allowing herself a brief moment of indulgence amidst the chaos surrounding her.
She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of the liquid as it slid smoothly down her throat, filling her body with much-needed energy and nourishment.
Rhaegon watched intently as his mother drank from the cup, fascinated by the way her throat moved rhythmically with each swallow while also marveling at everything around him, all so backward, so… medieval, it's nice to see it in a screen but living in this backward shit it's not so good.
Looking at the beauty that is Visenya, Rhaegon drooled mentally about the young milf that is his mother, seeing that she was done, his sisters were placed in cribs by the nursemaid, he started to make noise, in the old man hands, looking to his mother, the old man seeing him looking to his mother thought that he was hungry, but his mother with a single look to him knew what he wanted "bring Rhaegon to me maester, it seems he is hungry"
"yes, my lady" said maester Simon dropping Rhaegon in her mother's arms and retiring from the room leaving a few maids of Visenya around.
As Rhaegon lay nestled in his mother's arms, he let out a soft cry, signaling his hunger.
Looking at his son, Visenya with an eyebrow raised chided him "You, my naughty child, don't know what to think about you" Visenya smiled tenderly, leaning down to offer her breast to her son.
Her large, succulent mounds seemed to defy gravity as they dangled enticingly before Rhaegon's wide-eyed gaze.
Unable to resist the temptation and nervous about her comment, Rhaegon eagerly latched onto one of his mother's engorged nipples, sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh and suckling hungrily.
He felt a surge of pleasure course through his veins as he began feasting on Visenya's sweet nectar, reveling in the taste and texture of her warm, silky skin against his face.
Visenya moaned softly, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt her son's mouth locked onto her breast. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to become lost in the sensation of his hot, wet tongue swirling around her erect nipple, teasing it mercilessly until it hardened beneath his touch.
As Rhaegon continued to nurse, he couldn't help but notice how his mother's free hand had begun wandering aimlessly over her body, cupping her own breasts and teasing her sensitive nipples with long, slow strokes.
He watched in fascination as her fingers slid lower, trailing along the curve of her waist and hips before slipping underneath the hem of her dress.
With a sultry smile playing at the corners of her lips, Visenya parted her legs slightly, giving Rhaegon a tantalizing glimpse of her moist, delicate folds hidden beneath layers of silk.
He felt his heart race with anticipation as he imagined what it would feel like to bury his face between those luscious thighs, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal as he explored every inch of her delicious body.
But suddenly amidst the pleasure he just fell asleep after having enough fill, after all the reality of his body is stronger than the desire of his mind.
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Rising slowly from the depths of unconsciousness, Rhaegon awakens to find himself in one side of his mother's body, while her younger sisters are feeding from her.
As he opens his eyes wider, he catches a glimpse of Visenya's voluptuous curves accentuated beautifully by the thin fabric of her dress, which hugs her body closely revealing every delicious detail hidden beneath. Wishing to reach out towards those enticing orbs of flesh hanging tantalizingly, cupping them gently within the palms of his tiny hands.
But looking at Visenya who was looking at him, suddenly was feeling a little guilty for thinking about such sacred objects without permission. However, Visenya doesn't seem to mind at all; in fact, she appears rather pleased by this.
Later on, in the dimly lit room, Rhaegon lay curled up in his swaddling clothes, cooing softly as he gazed up at the flickering candlelight casting shadows across the ceiling above him.
His tiny hands clenched tightly into fists, gripping onto the soft fabric surrounding him with all the strength he could muster.
Beside him, his twin sister Vaenya slept soundly, her delicate features bathed in the warm glow emanating from the nearby fireplace. Her breaths came slow and steady, punctuated by occasional whimpers as dreams danced behind closed lids.
On the other side, their younger sister Rhaenya stirred restlessly, her plump cheeks flushed pink with irritation as she squirmed against the scratchy linens beneath her.
What cuties they will become later on for sure, looking at various objects within his reach – including a small silver and golden dragon wooden figurine left behind by Maester Simon. Not having any use of it, Rhaegon clutches onto the toy and gives it to her sisters, after all, he will get the real deal later on.
Tired after an eventful day, Rhaegon finally succumbs to sleep, allowing his weary head to rest peacefully upon the soft pillow beneath him.
As his breathing slows down gradually, he dreams sweet dreams of dragons dancing gracefully among clouds high above Dragonstone castle.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks eventually morphed into months as Rhaegon, Vaenya, and Rhaenya grew stronger under the watchful eye of their devoted caretakers.
Their days were filled with endless rounds of feeding, bathing, changing, and cuddling – activities that would have driven most adults to madness if not for the boundless patience and resilience displayed by these tireless individuals who tended to their needs without complaint.
In time, however for the maids and people around, it became apparent that Rhaegon possessed certain qualities which set him apart from his sisters: he exhibited advanced cognitive abilities beyond what could be expected for someone so young; he demonstrated an uncanny ability to communicate complex thoughts using only gestures and facial expressions; and perhaps most notably, he displayed a precocious understanding of language, often mimicking the speech patterns of those around him with surprising accuracy.
Even more surprisingly, Rhaegon appeared to possess an uncanny ability to sense when someone entered or exited the room, often locking his gaze onto the doorframe until whoever had disturbed him made their presence known.
He spent hours observing the world around him, taking note of every little detail that caught his eye.
From the vibrant colors of the flowers blooming in the castle gardens to the melodious songs sung by the birds nesting high above, there was always something that interested him.
However, for Rhaegon was just plainly resigned to these constant sources of entertainment to pass the time, Rhaegon couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of frustration that continued to plague him whenever he thought about his physical limitations, he was granted immense strength and agility along with divinity.
However, despite possessing such incredible abilities, Rhaegon remained confined to his cradle.
He longed to explore beyond the confines of his crib, yearning for the freedom to roam wherever his heart desired. But until then, he knew that patience would have to be his virtue.
So as days turned into nights, Rhaegon found himself increasingly drawn towards his world of thoughts. He spent countless hours fantasizing about various lewd scenarios involving different partners he saw during the day, imagining how each encounter might unfold.
One sunny afternoon, while lying in his crib, watching the clouds drift lazily overhead through the open window, Rhaegon heard footsteps approaching. It was Visenya, his loving mother, her face flushed with happiness as she entered the room carrying a tray filled with delicious treats.
She smiled warmly at him, setting the tray down on the nearby table before leaning forward to pick him up gently.
"My dear sweet boy," she cooed softly, pressing a tender kiss against his forehead.
As she lifted him up gently, cradling him close to her chest, Rhaegon couldn't help but notice how her body moved fluidly beneath her simple dress. Her ample breasts swayed softly with each movement, drawing his gaze unintentionally. He wondered if it would feel nice to rest his cheek against those luscious mounds, maybe even let out a tiny burp onto them.
His mind wandered back to his previous life, reminiscing about the many women he had encountered throughout his adventures.
There were countless tales of lustful conquests and intimate encounters that played out vividly within his memory.
He thought about the way certain lovers felt under his fingertips, how they tasted on his tongue, and the sounds they made when pleasured just right.
As these memories washed over him, Rhaegon became acutely aware of the stirring sensation within his loins.
He shifted uncomfortably trying to calm down, however, despite his best efforts, it quickly became apparent that there wasn't much he could do to alleviate the situation.
After all, he was only a few months old – not exactly equipped with the necessary tools to handle such matters effectively.
Feeling frustrated yet determined, Rhaegon decided to turn his attention elsewhere. His tiny hands grasp onto Visenya's ample bosom, pulling her closer so that he can take full advantage of the rich, creamy milk flowing freely from her teats.
As Rhaegon once again found himself nursing at his mother's breast, he marveled at the sight of her ample cleavage spilling forth from her low-cut gown.
He reached up tentatively, brushing his fingertips against the smooth, supple flesh that cushioned his cheek as he sucked greedily at her erect nipple.
Feeling emboldened by his mother's response to his earlier advances, Rhaegon allowed his hand to continue its journey northward, gently caressing Visenya's heavy mammaries and rolling her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
He felt a thrill of excitement rush through him as he watched her react to his touch, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each deepening breath she took.
With growing confidence, Rhaegon shifted closer to his mother, pressing his body against hers as he continued to nurse.
He could feel the warmth radiating off her skin, soothing him like a balm as he drank deeply from her abundant supply of creamy white milk.
As if sensing his need for more intimate contact, Visenya wrapped one arm around her son's back, pulling him even closer against her.
As he nurses, Rhaegon gazes up at his mother with wonder and he feels a growing sense of urgency within himself as he tries desperately to drink every last drop of liquid sustenance available to him.
With a satisfied burp echoing throughout the room ending his feeding, his mother Visenya dotes on him constantly, often stealing quick kisses and tender touches whenever she can get away with it.
He already knew a few hours since birth that something was wrong with his mother since the start, about how she looked at him and her face changing so many times in short periods of time with him.
She somehow knew about what he thought given the evidence shown before and later experimenting to see her reactions, and his mind raced thinking how was that possible, if she knew a few things about him in the future could be attributed to dragon dreams, but this was a real-time show of she knowing and anticipating his thoughts and demands.
If he felt hungry and she was near she just silently provided him her breasts to eat and delight in them. If he was about to shit he ordered the maids to prepare warm water, lye soap and soft cloth to clean him.
Knowing that it wasn't enough to just change the swaddle as needed throughout the day for him feeling disgusted having his ass not clean enough, his sister weren't like him, but having thought that they needed to be cleaned the same they too received the perks of better hygiene.
However, there was one thing that continued to baffle him: why did his mother insist on treating him like a helpless infant?.
Visenya while doting on him said looking him in the eyes "My boy I have a surprise for you" knowing he was bored here, she took him in her chest covered in some cloth that fixed him to her into the stables to fetch a horse to ride away.
The sun had just begun its descent when Visenya stood before the great mouth of some cavern of Dragonmont -that was as big as a few hangars for storing Boeing 747-.
Her heart swelled with pride as she held her precious bundle close – her beloved perverted and special son, Rhaegon no more than a few months old.
She smiled tenderly down at him loving him as he is, even knowing the nature of his son, she didn't expected this turn of events after having done blood magic to get pregnant following the directions in her first dragon dream.
She like her ancestors made heed of the call in the dragon dreams, reason of the survival of their house from the disaster in Valyria, and now, knowing that he would one day be a mighty dragonrider like herself, what better way to introduce him to this world of dragons than by visiting their ancestral home here in Dragonmont?.
With determination etched across her face, Visenya took a deep breath and entered a steady pace into the enormous cavern revealing the cavernous chamber beyond, it felt as if time itself had come to a halt within these ancient walls.
The air inside was hotter and the darkness seemed almost alive as flickering shadows danced along the rough-hewn walls.
It wasn't long before Visenya spotted her majestic dragon Vhagar resting near the far end of the chamber.
Her heart quickened at the sight of her old friend. With graceful wings folded against her massive body, Vhagar appeared every bit the regal queen that she was.
As Visenya approached, Vhagar raised her head from her resting place, eyeing them both curiously.
Then, without warning, a low rumble echoed throughout the chamber as the dragon prepared to rise.
Fear and massive excitement momentarily gripped Rhaegon heart as he realized how tiny he was compared to this colossal beast. But she knew there was nothing to fear – not from Vhagar.
With surprising gentleness, Vhagar lowered her neck until it nearly touched the ground.
Sensing the invitation, Visenya carefully climbed onto the dragon's back, positioning herself behind the large spikes protruding from her spine into something akin to a seat.
Gently, she nestled Rhaegon against her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around him to keep him safe.
A sudden burst of heat washed over them as Vhagar began to stir beneath them. Flames erupted from her nostrils, illuminating the dark chamber with an eerie glow.
Then with steady pace started going to the entrance of the cavern and with a powerful leap, the dragon launched herself into the air, her wings beating fiercely against the wind.
For a brief moment, Visenya closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of weightlessness as they soared higher and higher above Dragonstone.
When she opened them again, she gasped at the breathtaking view before her: the castle below looked small enough to fit in the palm of her hand, while the vast expanse of ocean stretched out as far as the eye could see.
Rhaegon meanwhile was spouting all kind of insults in his mind before the actions unfolded, the beast size and weight it should not be capable of flight, everything defying the law of physics.
It was absurd all this bullshit that his eyes captured, for instance, avoiding the existence of the magical creature, just how it could fly it was weird as fuck, lets just say its magic and fuck it, don't think much about it.
At least the dragons don't effectively fart their way into the air, imagine how much Vhagar would need to eat to fart his way off the ground and the stench.
Alright, the dragon, all is magic, but us? The ones atop the dragon? What about the problem of the oxygen?.
At high altitudes there is less oxygen and air pressure and the increasing difficulty to breathe up there, a dragons flying solo, they could fly up to 11,000m or more, but a human? That's a no-no.
I hope we have some genes similar to the Tibetians that make the red blood cells absorb more oxygen or some weird magical body for that, but after flying for a while he noted the difference, there was some kind of energy covering him that helped the dragonriders.
Feeling Rhaegon squirming slightly in her arms, Visenya couldn't help but smile a little at the confused thoughts that are racing through his son, not understanding what he was thinking but amused nonetheless at his predicament.
As Vhagar banked left, turning towards the mainland, Visenya marveled at the beauty of the land below.
Lush green forests gave way to rolling hills carpeted in wildflowers, which in turn led to rugged cliffs plunging sharply into the sea.
Far off in the distance, she could even make out the faint outline of what his son thought was King's Landing, shimmering under the setting sun.
Given that they weren't experimenting with a risk of hypoxia probably the flying height was less than 4000m or maybe more and just the magic was doing its work.
We can see kings landing or what would be kings landings, after a few hours using the sun starting to set as an indication and that Daemon and Rhaenyra used to race from kings landings out and around Dragonstone and back for fun, this dragon or all dragon in general are more faster than WW1 biplanes.
It wasn't long before they reached the edge of Blackwater Bay. There, Vhagar circled overhead several times before descending towards the beach tucked away amidst towering cliffs.
Upon landing, she lowered her head once more, allowing Visenya and Rhaegon to dismount safely.
Together, they walked along the shoreline, watching as waves crashed upon the sand, leaving intricate patterns of foam and shell fragments in their wake.
Overhead, gulls wheeled and cried, their calls blending harmoniously with the constant roar of the surf.
As night fell, casting long shadows across the landscape, Visenya reluctantly decided it was time to return to Dragonstone. Climbing back onto Vhagar's back, she cradled Rhaegon close as they lifted off into the sky once more.
This time, however, the journey seemed shorter somehow, as though hours had passed since they first set foot on this windswept beach.
Upon reaching Dragonmont, Vhagar landed gracefully before the entrance, lowering her massive form until all three stood together on solid ground.
With great care, Visenya slid Rhaegon from her lap and placed him gently on the floor, whispering words of comfort as she did so.
He stared up at her for a moment before sitting on his ass not intending to move.
Visenya watched him lazily there, her heart amused but also swelling with love and pride.
In just a few short hours, he had experienced something most children only dreamed of – riding atop a dragon high above the world.
And yet, despite everything he had seen and done today, one thing remained clear for Rhaegon, magic was the puzzle solver to any adversity or dilemma, it don't need any kind of explanation, it's just magic.
"Well, fuck me sideways, that was quite the experience, not every day can one fly atop a biological monoplane that spits fires," said Rhaegon
Visenya looking at his son who spoke for the first time in the common tongue, and not saying "muna" that she tried to make him learn in high Valyrian so many times, was feeling pretty aggravated about the situation, becoming a she-dragon trying to roast him with her eyes almost spitting fire.
Rhaegon looking at his mother and knowing that he fucked up, quickly tries to act cute to her putting puppy eyes and calling "Muna, muna, muna" repeating like a rattle in a broken high Valyrian.
Trying to make a few more sentences from his learning "Mom, don't get angry".
He don't want to say "muna" before because it sounded so fucking weird to talk in Valyrian and there was no need to talk because she already knew at all times what he wanted to express or say.
Visenya smiled warmly at her son Rhaegon noticing the puppy eyes and guilty face. "Ah, my dear boy," knowing well why he didn't talk before and wanted to still make him speak like that, so she began teasingly, "I see you've finally decided to talk."
Rhaegon sheepishly looked up from the ground, flashing an unmistakable mischievous grin.
He knew he couldn't fool his mother, but he tried anyway, batting his eyelashes playfully and saying, "What? It's just a few words!"
Visenya chuckled softly, amused by her son's antics. She walked over to where he sat, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on top of his head.
"And who could resist such an innocent face?" she asked rhetorically before adding with a wink, "But perhaps from now on, you should talk more to others, hmm?"
Rhaegon pouted slightly, feigning disappointment at being caught red-handed.
However, deep down inside, he knew his mother had seen right through him – after all, she could read him like a book, literally.
With a sigh, Rhaegon reluctantly agreed. As Visenya stood back upright, she couldn't help but feel a wave of pride wash over her.
Her son may have a penchant for going his way to do things, but there was no denying that he was still very much her little boy.
And even though he tried to hide it behind his roguish charm, she knew he would always be her precious baby boy.
"Mom, I am hungry, give me your precious milk," Rhaegon acting like a perv said to Visenya. knowing and already accustomed to him she just said "No, not now boy, wait till home"
As Visenya turned to leave Dragonmont with Rhaegon, she cast one final glance back at Vhagar, who lay peacefully among the shadows.
Their bond was unbreakable; they were family, bound together to fly freely. And now, thanks to this incredible adventure, so too was Rhaegon part of that – a true Dragon Prince born to soar.