For almost three years, Visenya often breastfeeds Rhaegon herself, relishing the opportunity to bond with her son over intimate moments like this knowing that soon she will stop producing milk anymore, as Rhaegon grows stronger and bigger each day, the more after their little adventure atop of Vhagar, while his sisters already have stopped altogether feeding from breastmilk.
His body had been growing faster than other children's, even his two sisters seemed to follow in his steps albeit at a much slower pace compared to him but faster than others, at only his third name-day he already looked like a five name-day child.
She knew her little guy had been doing it for so long because he desired and lusted after her more than wanting to feed, but she liked and wanted it, so the situation continued.
Slowly time passed, Rhaegon less and less frequently watched his mother and father interact with one another, noting how different they appear when standing side by side – Visenya radiates a warmth motherly aura, kindness, and valiant, whereas Aegon came across as cold and distant, pretty much disinterested.
But Rhaegon was happy about this situation, he don't give a fuck about Aegon, and loved his time with Visenya, his sisters, even his aunt Rhaenys, grandma, and sometimes the presence of his grandpa.
With his stomach rumbling loudly in anticipation of food, Rhaegon eagerly accepts a spoonful of porridge offered by his mother.
As he takes the first bite, however, he has long learned that not everything tastes good going down - especially when the gastronomy is too shitty to his palate, however, Rhaegon remains undeterred, continuing to gobble up.
Eventually, though, even he has had enough, pushing away the half-eaten plate in frustration while simultaneously demanding something else entirely different.
"I want milk!" He exclaims emphatically, staring expectantly into Visenya's eyes with a puppy dog pout expression plastered across his face.
Not wanting to disappoint her beloved child, she obliges immediately, bending over to offer one of her engorged nipples right up close to his mouth.
Feeling the warmth radiating off her breast, Rhaegon instinctively leans closer still, wrapping his lips around the pink areola encircling her swollen teat, suckling hungrily like a baby bird pecking away at its mother's belly.
Rhaegon curls up comfortably in her breast after being full. Visenya cooed softly to him, singing lullabies passed down through generations of Targaryens, hoping to soothe him into slumber.
As she hummed gently, her melodic voice weaving a tapestry of sound, Rhaegon couldn't help but feel torn between wanting to laugh out loud at such foolishness and appreciating the comfort provided by her maternal presence, also he was almost cringing inside for his stupid way of acting remembering Robert Arryn, Lysa son.
He glanced surreptitiously towards the other side of the room, catching sight of Aerion and Valaena engaged in conversation with Aegon.
They appeared deep in thought, discussing matters related to governance and warfare.
Occasionally, they would exchange knowing glances with each other, hinting at shared secrets only privy to themselves.
Rhaegon found himself growing increasingly frustrated with his time wasted in the crib after Vhagar flight, so using his innate charm and charisma he convinced Visenya to teach him or send Maester Simon to teach all the things he didn't know and would be needed in this world like politics, philosophy, and artistry, management accounting, governance, historical records, geographical descriptions, and scientific theories, that he deemed useful, after all the Maester is a walking encyclopedia that needs to be used.
Because he knew with a body overpowered by this world, all those things were amusement for his long life while he still cared about it.
During this period, Visenya often carries Rhaegon around in her arms for short periods of time, allowing him to observe everything happening around him without interruption.
While she initially intended for these walks to give him some space to distract, rest, and relax, she soon realizes that her son uses this opportunity to eavesdrop on conversations taking place throughout the castle.
Intrigued by the gossipy chatter of the servants and courtiers, Rhaegon picks up bits and pieces of information as he absorbs all this newfound knowledge, he starts to formulate his own opinions about the people inhabiting Dragonstone and this medieval world.
As time went on, Rhaegon began to notice subtle changes in his twin sisters, Vaenya and Rhaenya, who started developing a dependency on following him around, which of course Rhaegon enjoyed being with his little tails all over the place, so they shared much of his personality growing up, while also acting cute to Visenya all the time to get things after looking her brother doing it.
Visenya had always encouraged her children's playtime together, hoping it would strengthen their sibling bonds, but she knew that Rhaegon would do the same, even if she didn't tell him.
While also makes a conscious effort to dedicate her time to each of her children, ensuring that they feel comfortable discussing any concerns or anxieties they might experience.
Rhaegon and the girls were growing up so fast already turned three, and it seemed like just yesterday when they took his first steps. The children in this world seem to grow faster, remembering how some Targaryen women would attach to their brother at such a young age, and some would want to be queen even giving their brother some 'love potion' in hopes of them marrying them instead of other sister.
He also saw his abnormal growth speed during these years being already worried that his testosterone and growth hormone were through the roof, he read of Maegor already wielding a sword by his third year and destroying old seasoned soldiers by twelve but this was something else.
He tried to train his ability to coordinate his movements and use his strength because they were exaggerated for his body, he was fast as thunder and strong as a bull, so he had to measure himself in his daily use, of course, this show of power was attributed at his cheat Dragon God Bloodline.
One sunny afternoon, they decided to go outdoors and enjoy the beautiful weather. As they stepped out into the garden that would be known as Aegon's garden, the soft grass felt cool underfoot, and the warm sunlight kissed their faces. It was a perfect day for some outdoor fun.
The children's laughter filled the air as they played together, surrounded by lush gardens and tall trees swaying gently in the breeze.
Their mother Lady Visenya and grandma Lady Valaena, watched from a nearby bench, smiling warmly at the sight of the happy children.
Today, he decided that they should try their hand at hopscotch, something none of them had ever done before but looked excited about trying out.
Rhaegon began setting up the hopscotch grid on the cobblestone path using pebbles from the garden. His sisters watched intently, clapping their hands with excitement.
"Alright, girls," Rhaegon began, explaining the rules of the game.
"We each take turns throwing our stones into one of these squares here on the ground. Then we have to hop through all the empty spaces until we reach the square where our stone landed." Once finished, he demonstrated how to throw the pebble onto each square without touching the lines.
His sisters listened intently and watched eagerly as well.
Once everything was set up, it was Rhaegon's turn to throw his stone. He focused hard on aiming for the right spot.
Next, it was time for him to hop through the other squares without touching any lines or falling over.
This proved more challenging than he initially thought leaping more than intended or using too much force in the jump than desired, but he managed to complete the course successfully, much to his delight.
As Rhaegon patiently guided both girls through the game, he couldn't help but smile.
Teaching his sisters something new brought immense satisfaction, knowing that he could contribute positively to their growth.
He continued taking turns with his sisters, the hours passed quickly. The baby sisters grew more confident and skilled at hopping through the squares, laughing and cheering whenever someone made it all the way around.
Taking a few moments to rest after several rounds of hopscotch, Rhaegon wanting to lazy around suggested they switch to another game – jump rope. So he spun the rope from start to end while his sisters jumped over it in synchronization.
But first, showed how to hold the rope properly and demonstrated the basic steps of jumping, he struggled to keep the rope spinning evenly because of his inability to coordinate well his speed and strength, causing him to stumble and fall short of completing the jumps.
However, with some practice and looking at the happy faces of both Vaenya and Rhaenya, he soon got the hang of it.
The girls also struggled to keep pace with the rhythm of the rope hitting the ground repeatedly. But with Rhaegon's encouragement and support, they eventually managed to get the hang of it.
Before long, the trio had mastered the art of jump roping, leaping effortlessly over the whirling rope as if they'd been doing it for years.
The girl's laughter echoed throughout the courtyard, drawing smiles from passersby who couldn't help but stop and watch the adorable siblings having so much fun together.
As evening approached, the sun dipped low in the sky, casting warm golden light across the courtyard. It was then that Visenya decided it was time for them to come inside for dinner.
With heavy hearts, Vaenya and Rhaenya reluctantly put away the rope and followed their mother back.
But despite the end of their playtime and their cheeks flushed red from hours spent running around under the warm sun, they acted cute to Visenya smiling all the same, who smiled fondly at the sight of her children enjoying each other's company.
Later in the evening wanting to eat his favorite dessert, Rhaegon once again found himself sucking at his mother's breast in their chamber, 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 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 feast.
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.
She gasped softly as she felt the unmistakable bulge of his erection pressed firmly against her hip, a silent reminder of just how much he desired her.
He felt a surge of pleasure course through his veins, filling him with an insatiable hunger for more. With each passing moment, he grew bolder and more daring in his attempts to seduce her, using every trick in the book to elicit a reaction from her.
First, he began teasing her other nipple with long, slow strokes of his finger, drawing lazy circles around the sensitive bud until it hardened beneath his touch.
Then, without warning, he pinched it roughly between his thumb and forefinger, causing Visenya to gasp sharply in surprise and pain.
Next, he moved his hand lower, sliding it beneath the hem of her dress and cupping her moist, delicate folds in his palm.
He felt a wave of heat rushing through him as he touched her there, reveling in the wetness and warmth of her most intimate parts.
Finally, he thrust two fingers inside her tight, wet pussy, stretching her open and preparing her for what was to come next. He pumped them in and out, fucking her slow at first and then hard and fast with his fingers as he continued to suck from her swollen breast.
Visenya cried out in pleasure, her voice hoarse and ragged as she came violently against his hand.
She bucked wildly against him, grinding herself shamelessly against his knuckles as she sought release from the overwhelming sensations flooding her body.
As she collapsed back against the pillow, completely spent and utterly satiated, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breasts heaving enticingly beneath the thin fabric of her gown.
He locked eyes with her, holding her gaze as he slowly lowered his head towards her neck.
Visenya shivered involuntarily at the feeling of his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin, her heart pounding furiously within her chest.
As he drew closer, she couldn't help but close her eyes and prepare herself for whatever delights awaited her next.
But instead of kissing her throat or collarbone as she expected, Rhaegon suddenly changed direction mid-air, planting a soft, lingering kiss right on her lips.
His mother gasped in shock, her eyes flying wide open as she realized what he intended to do. But despite her initial reservations, she found herself unable to resist the pull of his lips upon hers, allowing him full access to explore her mouth with his own.
Their tongues met hesitantly at first, dancing together tentatively before growing bolder and more assertive with each passing second.
Before long, they were engaged in a heated embrace, exchanging passionate kisses that left both parties breathless and desperate for more, but suddenly the door opened.
As she collapsed back against the pillow, completely spent and utterly satiated, taking the chance her son quickly gave her a deep lewd kiss in the mouth not giving her rest after the high but suddenly the door opened.
Entering where his daughters Vaenya and Rhaenya along with his sister Rhaenys, who saw Rhaegon kissing her mother, but they didn't think much as it was a normal occurrence of Visenya pecking at their brother's lips every day, but the sisters long adored him and wanted to do that with their beloved brother.
But Rhaenys saw more than her nieces, the ambient was subtle in the room, and looking at his sister with a smiling and relaxed face with drops raining down her body that she knew well his significance, so she smiling said "sister, it seems you are having a good time with my dear nephew".
Rhaegon looking at the lewd body of Rhaenys and how she carries around in clothes like a Dornish woman arousing males and females alike, instantly lusts after her and starts thinking about how to do the same with her, not seeing the mischievous look of understanding between his sisters.
Vaenya and Rhaenya suddenly moved rapidly into the bed, and not giving him time to think what was happening, Rhaenya kissed him, her heart pounded nervously in her chest as she reached up tentatively, brushing her fingertips against his cheek before leaning in close and pressing her lips gently against his own.
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out everything else around her as she savored the taste of her brother's mouth.
As she pulled away, breathing heavily, she glanced over at Vaenya, expecting some kind of reaction.
But instead of anger for going first, she found only understanding – and perhaps even a hint of envy.
Vaenya doesn't wait for a moment longer before finally stepping forward herself, mirroring her sister's movements exactly.
Her lips were soft and full, just like Visenya, and when they met hers, Rhaegon felt a jolt of pure electricity shoot straight through him.
He moaned softly into her mouth, losing himself in the sensation of being surrounded by such incredible beauty and his mind getting pleasure from his corrupted moral of what he considered taboo and degeneracy.
And when they finally broke apart, both parties were left panting heavily, struggling to regain control of themselves.
Meanwhile, Rhaenys being the naughty woman she is, watched from the side, clearly enjoying the show while also imagining herself participating in it.
She gets hotter and wetter, her eyes filled with desire as she watches her nieces kissing their brother passionately.
She licked her lips subconsciously, imagining what it would feel like to have those lips pressed against her own, exploring every inch of her body, her hands absentmindedly wandering down to her crotch to rub herself off.
She could see the bulge in her nephew's pants, making no secret of his arousal. The sight made her pussy clench involuntarily, flooding her silk undies with hot liquid desire.
Feeling bold, she decided to take matters into her own hands – literally.
Moving gracefully towards the trio, she reached out tentatively, placing one hand on Vaenya's shoulder while simultaneously reaching behind her to grasp Rhaegon's erection firmly through his trousers.
Rhaegon swallows hard, feeling his heart race in his chest. He had never felt such intense carnal pleasure and the things it was doing in his mind.
"Aunt Rhaenys..." he begins tentatively, unsure of where this interaction might lead them.
She leans closer, her breath hot against his ear as she whispers, "My dear nephew, do you know how much I enjoy this family bonding?"
Her hand slides down from his cheek to rest gently on his thigh, causing goosebumps to rise along his skin.
His throat tightens, making speech difficult. Instead, he simply nods, staring deep into her mesmerizing eyes.
They seem to hold secrets only they could share - secrets of passion, desire, and illicit pleasures waiting just below the surface.
Suddenly, without warning, Rhaenys claims his mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue darting out to taste his bottom lip before delving deeper.
At the same time, Visenya recovers from her earlier tryst with her son, watching from the sidelines with an expression of sheer amusement and delight etched across her face.
She can hardly believe what she's witnessing – this level of intimacy and debauchery between siblings and family would be considered a horror and taboo in most societies, but we are not like others mere mortals, we are Targaryens, we ride dragons, it's in our blood, since ancient times we wed brother to sister as the Valyrians had always done, and as the gods had made them this way, it was not for men to judge.
As Rhaenys looks at Rhaegon's face and is immersed in her pleasure, she remembers how she and Visenya used to engage in similar acts of affection before his nephew and nieces were born.
It makes her feel proud to see them carrying on the flag, continuing to strengthen their bond through these shared experiences, but at the same exasperated longing for the touch of her sister, after all, they were married to their brother but actually it was for them to be more closely, Aegon have never bedded with them, his desires and needs lying in something different of a woman touch.
Things are heating up fast for Rhaegon as his precocious sisters seem to have taken a liking to kissing at such a young age, seemingly something concurrent in each dragon generation.
While some male Targaryen embraced their customs others not so much, going to extremes of imprisoning their sisters in four walls to not see them, but for him it was nice but he was frustrated by the young age of this happening, so with great effort he decided to stop this to just kisses and nothing more until later age.
"Wait, wait, Mother has something to give us tonight" Rhaegon searched for his mother's eyes for help to defuse this situation that was happening.
Visenya amused at his look had a big smile plastered in her face not hiding at all how she felt about what was happening.
But given the young age of his daughters, she deemed enough was enough and started thinking about what she could use to divert attention.
After a moment she remembered she brought a clutch of eggs from Vaghar for her children to try to hatch as she as gotten the idea from Rhaegon's thoughts about wanting a dragon for bonding.