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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Cersei_Lannister/Rhaegar_Targaryen
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Rhaegar_won, Rhaegar_Lives, Happy_Cersei, POV
      Cersei, Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Porn_With_Plot, Porn_with
      Feelings, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Anal_Sex, Rough_Oral
      Sex, Incest, Sibling_Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-10 Words: 1686
****** The Realm's Delight ******
by Avery_Fontaine
Summary
     Rhaegar made the right choice and married Cersei Lannister. The realm
     has been all the better for it.
     Sometimes the most perverse Joy is letting evil women win.
     Oneshot
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
*The dragon. The dragon is mine. Or better yet, I'm his.*
*It was in 277 AC, after the Defiance of Duskendale, the Rhaegar became King.
He immediately had Lord Darklyn take the Black and named my Father his Hand. In
that year I was one-and-ten, and I became betrothed to the King.*
*To say I was ecstatic would be an understatement. I was overjoyed. I had been
playing with wooden swords, but quickly threw them to the side when I heard the
news. The handsome King needed a Queen, not a brutish girl.*
*For a year and a half I dedicated myself to improving my charms and grace. I
learned all I could of Rhaegar and his joys. After that, my brothers and I went
to the Red Keep.*
*They said the city would stink but I smelt none of it, for Rhaegar had drains
finally installed. My betrothed would be a good King.*
*When he saw me, I put on my best face of an innocent maiden, and he seemed
affected by it. When my father asked if I was a woman, I was all too happy to
tell him yes. He had the wedding take place immediately. I was three-and-ten
when we married.*
*Rhaegar held me tenderly before the Sept and I smiled brightly though I was
half-veiled. His strong arms supported me and his bright violet eyes enchanted
me so much I could not even hear the Septon. We kissed and I felt like my life
was complete.*
*At the reception, Rhaegar asked if I wanted to forego the bedding. I almost
laughed hysterically and then whispered that I wanted it now. I was stripped
and thrown into a room with the King. I jumped on him and begged him to take
off our clothes. He started with mine and then his. I eagerly laid on the bed
and spread my legs. Rhaegar looked nervous at my eagerness. He was so
beautiful.*
*"This," I said, pointing to my cunt, "is yours. Just like the rest of me, I am
yours to do with as you please. Do anything you want. Anything. Claim me, my
dragon. Claim me entirely."*
*His nervous expression went away and he climbed on top of me quickly. He
entered me and I yelped in pleasure. At last, I had a dragon. I had a dragon!
Rhaegar stopped, assuming he had hurt me, but I begged him to continue. I am
sure I came before him, more from the joy in my heart than the wonders he
performed with his cock.*
*I promised him to devote myself to him entirely and strive to be a good wife.
I told him I would have him in my bed every night. Rhaegar later in life told
me he did not expect such words from a girl my age. But I know that it pleased
him.*
*I was pregnant within a fortnight, and my happiness only increased. Father
asked me to stay in bed most of the time but Rhaegar told me to be confident. I
could tell he was nervous my hips were not wide enough to bear a child, for his
mother faced such a problem. I had Rhaenys in nine moons. She was a beautiful
green eyed, silver haired girl, but she was not the boy I wanted. In ten moons,
I had Aegon, a Valyrian in all features, and at last my tenure as queen was
secure. In ten moons I had Visenya. My husband's dreams were fulfilled. He
loved me for it, and my heart filled with love for him.*
*Now it is 294 AC. They call me the Smiling Queen, but I prefer my other
nickname, the Realm's Delight. Not only have I sat the throne at my loving
husband's insistence, and conducted myself with more and grace and poise that
has been seen in a century, I have helped revitalize the House Targaryen. After
Visenya, I have birthed a new boy almost every year. I had Aemon, Daeron,
Baelor, Aerion, Jaeherys, Maekar, Daemion and Naemor. My litter of princes have
earned me respect throughout the realm, and it has done nothing to lesson my
pride. The lion bred well with the dragon.*
*I accomplished this simply but venturing into his bed as often as possible,
wearing naught but my bracelets and jewels. After gaining confidence, I simply
told him I wanted him in my bed every night. I squealed when he told me it
would be easier if we shared a bed.*
 
I wake up and come to my senses. I smile, feeling my naked body and my tender
breasts. I look over and see Aemond in his crib, sleeping soundly. My husband
is sleeping with his mouth awake, entirely naked under the covers.
So cute. I decide to perform my wifely duties and venture under the covers. I
eye his King's cock, that part of him I praise and compliment most often. And I
descend on it with my tongue. Like a lioness licking her fur, I lick his large
balls until he is entirely awake.
When I here him stur, the covers are removed and my handsome, strong King is
looking down on me.
"Should I be surprised?" Rhaegar moans happily.
"M-mm," I moan girlishly before rubbing my face in his sack. He spread is legs
and I start licking his head.
"My love, I had a game in mind," I say.
"What have you in my, my playful wife?" Rhaegar asks.
"I wager I can throat you without breathing longer than you can stop yourself
from cumming," I say, my face still in his balls. "Hold my head down if you
want to start."
"And if you need to breathe?" He asks.
"Then please hold my head down tighter and wrap your legs around my neck. If I
start to cry, I hope the sight is enough to make you cum," I say, and I look up
at his bemused expression. "I want to win," I explain.
So he forces me to deepthroat him and I take him in happily. Having the most
wondrous cock in my throat, the cock that made me the great queen I am, makes
me nearly cum myself. I can feel him near to completion when I feel the need to
breathe. I force myself to stay but instinct makes me move. So Rhaegar wraps
his leg around my neck and closes my nose with his hand. I silently thank him
while my eyes build in tears. Within a minute, he cums and I take all of it
down my throat. He releases my head and I take a huge breath as soon as he
shoots another load. I gag on his cum but it quickly turns into laughter.
Rhaegar chuckles and pats my head, just as I asked him to so many years ago. I
know he is always delighted and surprised by what his wife does for him.
I lick his balls and cock until they are clean and take a drink of water, and
wash my face. When I get back to bed, Rhaegar smirks and smacks my arse. I
giggle.
"When did you get a fat arse?" He asks, staring at my nude body.
"I believe that was after Aerion," I say.
It pleased me to no end. I had pleased my husband for years with my young and
petite body. Men are wont to have such lusts. After child bearing gave me
larger hips and tits, I was as curvaceous as a twenty and eight year old could
be. And he got to use me however he wanted.
I see Aemond waking from his slumber and begin crying. So I reach for him.
"Oh my baby, don't cry," I say, and I silence him by putting my nipple in his
mouth. I sit in bed by my husband and he has his hands behind his head,
content.
As I breastfeed our child, our beautiful purple eyed boy, he reaches over and
plays with my pussy. It strokes the blonde hair around it. I originally kept it
shaved until he said he liked it.
"I like that I can do this whenever I want," Rhaegar says.
I look at him with love, his child suckling.
"Always do, my love," I say.
After Aemond was done feeding I out him down and Rhaegar climbed on top of me.
I spread my legs, as always, and let my husband enjoy himself. He dressed and
left to attend court, while I went enjoyed my nakedness. I went to bathe, but
before I reached the bath I received a knock on the door. Only a select few
could ever do such a thing, so I opened the door knowingly.
Aerion and Jaeherys stand before me, Valyrian in feautures and still not tall
enough to reach my stomach.
"Mother," Aerion says, annoyed. I knew that face.
"What?" I ask. "Without this," I point to my cunt. "You wouldn't be alive."
Aerion rolls his eyes while Jaeherys stares curiously at my breasts. No doubt
they are bigger with Aemond around.
"Could we just get them?" Aerion asks.
"What are "them" "? I respond.
"The dragon eggs, can we get them?" Jaeherys asks.
"Come in," I say, turning around and walking to the chest at the end of the
room. I open it and take out two dragon eggs, a red and a gold one. "Just make
sure you bring them back at the end of the day."
"Yes, mother," Aerion says, as they take them.
Before they leave I look back at them.
"And tell your father to take a break from court," I say, and then turn around.
"He still needs to fuck this." I point at my butt.
"Ugh," Aerion says while Jaeherys looks curiously. They both walk out, while I
jump back in bed and smile.
In no time I feel a hand on the back of my throat, pushing my face in the bed,
and a cock in my arse. As Rhaegar fucks me as hard as he can, I wonder why the
gods blessed me so.
End Notes
     I wrote this last year. Finally posting
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