The Son of Ice and Fire: Lost in Time pt.11

Rhaenyra stood in her chambers, nude as the day she was born, in front of a full-length mirror. She gazed upon her perfect body: round, firm breasts with rosy nipples, wide hips, and a large, shapely ass that drew eyes from all the men in court. Her pale skin was flawless, glowing softly in the dim light of the room. Her silver hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her beautiful face with its striking red lips. She was, indeed, the realm's delight, a vision of perfection that could captivate any who laid eyes on her.

For now, there was only one she wanted her beauty to captivate.

Suddenly, she saw movement behind her. 

Her eyes widened as she saw Maekar appear in the mirror's reflection. 

She gasped, wanting to speak but finding herself unable to form words. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps as she took in the sight of him. He, too, was wearing no clothes, his muscular frame on full display as he neared her. Her heart beat faster with anticipation, and she could feel the heat in her nether regions increasing with each passing second.

As he drew closer, she could feel the heat radiating from his body. She shivered, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She closed her eyes as she saw his hands move to embrace her. She felt his hands wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against him. She gasped again, feeling his hard body pressed against hers.

"We can't," she whispered, her voice breaking yet filled with lust.

"We can," Maekar murmured, his voice low as he began to kiss her neck. His lips were soft and warm, his breath hot against her skin.

She gave in quickly, becoming lost in lust as she ground against him. Her body responded to his touch, her hips moving in sync with his as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.

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Rhaenyra woke with a sharp intake of breath, her body drenched in sweat and still tingling from the remnants of her dream.

‘It was a dream,’ she thought sadly.

She pressed a hand to her chest, her heartbeat still racing. Maekar. His name echoed in her mind, just as his touch—a dream yet so vivid—lingered on her skin. Her dream had been… intense. Never before had she dreamt of a man like that, not with such fire, not with such longing. Not even with Criston.

A sharp knock at her door startled her out of her thoughts. Her handmaidens entered, beginning their usual routine: drawing her bath, setting out her gowns for the day. Rhaenyra moved through the motions in a daze, her mind replaying the images of her dream, feeling the heat coil low in her stomach every time she recalled his touch, his voice whispering in her ear.

She barely noticed as they brushed her hair, dressed her in fine silks, and laced up the bodice of her gown. Her responses were automatic—nods, soft hums of acknowledgment—but her mind was far away.

When she finally stepped out of her chambers, she realized she had no destination in mind. Her feet carried her aimlessly through Maegor’s Holdfast, wandering without purpose. Ser Criston Cole, ever her shadow, followed her dutifully, his presence a familiar weight at her back.

But she barely registered him. Her thoughts were consumed by Maekar.

In the few weeks since his arrival, she had fallen for him.

How could she not?

He was handsome—dangerously so—with silver hair and eyes similar to hers that seemed to look straight into her soul. But it was more than that—he was an ancient Dragonlord from Old Valyria, a conqueror, a man who had forged an empire with fire and blood. Half of Essos bowed before him.

By what the maesters had taught, he should not exist—yet here he was.

For the first time in her life, she felt jealousy.

Jealousy for Laena.

It should be her.

She should be the one marrying Maekar. Not Laena, not her cousin. Rhaenyra clenched her fists as she walked, a fire burning in her chest.

She imagined it—her and Maekar, professing their love, standing side by side as rulers, equals.

She was the heir to the Seven Kingdoms, and he was already a ruler in his own right. Together, they could forge something greater than Aegon the Conqueror had ever dreamed:

A united realm.

Essos and Westeros, as one.

And their children—their heirs—would rule it all.

The very thought made her breath hitch, her heart pounding against her ribs. The power they could hold together. The legacy they could build.

But her thoughts quickly fell from the highs of a grand empire back to reality.

Yet here she was, about to be betrothed to a sword-swallower.

Rhaenyra exhaled sharply, frustration tightening in her chest. She had nothing against Laenor, truly—he was kind, dutiful, and a skilled rider of Seasmoke—but the glaring flaw in their match was unavoidable:

He did not desire women.

It would be a very real, very glaring issue in their marriage.

She sighed, running a hand through her silver hair, her thoughts swirling. Why are the gods so cruel? she wondered bitterly. She was the heir to the Seven Kingdoms, the future Queen of Westeros, yet even she could not choose whom she wanted to wed.

‘You had your chance,’ a part of her said.

‘You failed,’ the same voice added.

‘But I found him,’ she reasoned. ‘It was Maekar she had chosen. Maekar.’

Was this her fate now, to be shackled to a man who would never love her, never desire her?

Her stomach twisted at the thought, and Maekar’s face flashed in her mind once more. That was the kind of man a future queen like her deserved.

“Princess, we shouldn’t linger here.” A voice pulled her from her thoughts.

She stopped walking, her brows knitting together in irritation. She turned to see Ser Criston Cole.

Ever her loyal shadow, ever her guardian, ever her constant reminder of the foolish infatuation she once had. The man who had once been her greatest temptation was now nothing but a frustration.

Ever since Maekar arrived, Criston had been insufferable.

She had seen it in his eyes when the Dragonlord spoke—the way his jaw clenched, the way his tone soured whenever Maekar’s name was mentioned. He hated him.

And Rhaenyra had never found him uglier than in those moments.

Once, she had lusted after Criston—a foolish girl’s fantasy. But that lust had long burned out, leaving only ashes in its wake.

She turned to face him fully, her violet eyes sharp. “I need some time alone, Ser Criston.”

He frowned, stepping closer. “Princess, this is a part of the Holdfast rarely used. It is not safe for you to be wandering alone.”

Her irritation flared. “I am not alone. I am in the very heart of the Red Keep, surrounded by my father’s men. Or do you think even the walls of the Keep cannot protect me?”

Criston’s jaw tightened. “That is not what I meant—”

“Then what did you mean?” she challenged, folding her arms.

For a moment, he said nothing. His mouth pressed into a thin line, his fists clenching at his sides.

“The dragonlord frequents this part of the Holdfast.”

Rhaenyra’s lips curved, amusement lighting her eyes. Ah. There it is.

She stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Is Lord Maekar a danger to me, Ser?”

A flicker of something—anger? shame?—passed through his gaze, but he quickly masked it.

“I swore to protect you, Princess.”

“And you have done so well,” she said, her tone as sharp as dragonsteel. “But I am not a child to be shepherded. I am your future queen, and I will decide where I walk and with whom.”

Criston hesitated, his lips parting as though he wanted to argue—but he knew he had already lost.

After a long, tense pause, he inclined his head stiffly. “As you will, Princess.”

Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode off.

Rhaenyra watched him go, exhaling slowly. Finally.

The moment he was out of sight, she continued walking alone, her thoughts drifting back to Maekar once more.

But her solitude ended as quickly as it had begun. She stopped in her tracks, her head tilting slightly as a sound echoed through the empty corridors. Laughter. A woman’s laughter—soft, teasing, full of amusement.

Curiosity urged her forward. She followed the sound, her steps light against the stone floors of Maegor's Holdfast. The corridors here were quieter, away from the bustle of the main halls.

The laughter grew louder, and then she heard another voice… his voice. Maekar.

Her heart stilled in her chest. She crept closer, peering around the edge of a carved archway. And then she saw him.

Maekar stood against the wall, his strong hands wrapped around the waist of a beautiful young woman—a servant. The girl had long, black hair cascading down her back in loose curls, framing a face with high cheekbones and full, soft lips. Her servant's attire clung to her form, emphasizing her ample breasts, which he seemed all too aware of.

His fingers trailed lazily over her curves as she giggled, pressing herself against him. The servant's hands were not idle; one rested on his chest, while the other boldly moved to his groin, eliciting a low groan from Maekar. He responded by cupping her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples through the fabric of her dress, making her gasp and arch into his touch.

Rhaenyra felt something hot coil in her stomach—but she did not know whether it was anger or something else entirely. Her first thought was of Laena. How could he do this to her? She had thought Maekar was different. But perhaps he was just like every other man. Just like her father, who had forgotten his beloved wife, her mother, for a younger one. Just like every lord and knight who swore their oaths to one woman but laid with another.

But then…

A dark thought passed through her mind, one so fleeting yet so dangerous. ‘What if it was me in her place?’ Her lips parted slightly, her pulse pounding in her ears. What would it feel like—to have his hands on her that way? To hear him murmur soft, sinful things in her ear?

She should walk away. She should turn back. But her body moved without thinking. She followed them as Maekar led the girl toward one of the nearby chambers, his hand on the small of the maid’s back, guiding her inside.

Rhaenyra stood frozen in place, staring at the door as it closed behind them. She should walk away. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

Her mind screamed at her to turn away, to forget what she had seen—to pretend she had never witnessed anything. But her body did not listen.

Her feet carried her swiftly through the dimly lit corridors, her memory guiding her before her thoughts could catch up. She had spent countless hours exploring the hidden passages of the Red Keep as a child, uncovering secret tunnels known only to the likes of Daemon, her uncle, and her father. And she knew—she knew—that there was one such tunnel nearby.

Her breath hitched as she reached the tapestry of Visenya Targaryen, the fierce wife to the conqueror depicted in dark red and black, her hands gripping the legendary Dark Sister as if standing guard. With a practiced motion, Rhaenyra slipped behind it, her fingers seeking out the small indentation in the stone wall. A soft click echoed as the hidden passage opened.

She stepped inside, the air within the tunnel cooler, heavier—filled with the scent of dust and age. The passage was narrow, forcing her to move cautiously, her hands gliding along the rough stone to steady herself. Then, she stopped. Just ahead, a small opening, carved into the stone, allowed her to see into the chamber beyond.

She swallowed hard, her pulse hammering against her ribs. Her hands trembled slightly as she leaned forward, pressing herself against the cool surface of the tunnel. The chamber was dimly lit by a few flickering candles. Maekar stood near the large bed, his tall, commanding form half-shadowed in the warm light.

The maid was with him, standing close—too close. Rhaenyra’s cheeks flushed as she took in the sight of the maid's body. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in loose curls. Her large breasts were barely contained by her low-cut dress, their fullness accentuated by the tight fabric. Her curvy hips and large, shapely ass were highlighted by the snug fit of her skirt.

Rhaenyra’s breathing shallowed as she pressed further against the stone, her body tense, heat rising to her skin. She shouldn’t be watching. She shouldn’t. But her eyes remained fixed on Maekar and how he was undressing the maid. His hands were gentle yet firm as he slowly peeled away her clothing, revealing more of her smooth, pale skin.

The maid giggled, whispering something Rhaenyra couldn’t quite hear. Maekar leaned in, his lips brushing against the maid's neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. The sound sent a shiver down Rhaenyra’s spine, a strange mix of anger, jealousy, and something darker churning in her stomach.

She could leave. But she didn’t. Instead, she watched, as Maekar’s hands roamed over the maid’s body, his kisses trailing down her neck and shoulders.

The maid’s moans grew louder, her body responding to Maekar’s touch. Rhaenyra’s breath hitched as she saw Maekar’s hands cup the maid’s large breasts, his thumbs circling her hardened nipples. The maid arched into his touch, her head falling back in pleasure. Rhaenyra’s own body reacted, a wave of heat rushing through her..

She could hear what they were saying now.

"How long have you been wanting this, Erin?" Maekar asked, his voice low and lustful.

"Ever since I saw you, m'lord," the servant Erin answered, her voice breathy with desire.

Rhaenyra watched as Maekar’s hands kneaded Erin’s large breasts, eliciting a deep moan from the maid. Erin’s head fell back, her eyes closing in pleasure as Maekar’s fingers teased her hardened nipples.

"You have wonderful tits," Maekar murmured.

Rhaenyra’s own hands went to her breasts, mirroring Maekar’s actions as she watched. Her breath came faster, her body responding to the scene before her. She bit her lip to stop any sound from escaping, but the next words from Maekar’s mouth froze her in place, her heart almost leaping out of her chest.

"Well, are you going to stand there?" Maekar asked, his voice teasing.

Rhaenyra didn’t know what to do. Did he see her? Was this his plan? She desperately fought the desire to leap into the chamber, throw the maid out, and give herself to him. But then she saw something that shocked her even more.

From the other side of the chamber, Laena walked over, her eyes full of lust as she looked at Maekar and the servant Erin in his hands. Rhaenyra’s eyes widened as she watched Laena approach, her hips swaying seductively.

Maekar pushed the nude, buxom Erin towards Laena and said, "She is ours. Ours to use as we please."

Laena came closer, her hands beginning to roam over Erin, who stood red-faced before the two of them. Erin’s breath came in quick gasps, her body trembling with a mix of nervousness and desire. Laena’s fingers traced the curves of Erin’s breasts, her touch gentle.

"Such beautiful tits," Laena murmured, her voice filled with admiration. "I can see why you like her, my love."

Erin moaned softly, her body responding to Laena’s touch. Rhaenyra watched in shock and fascination as Laena’s hands moved lower, exploring Erin’s curvy hips and large, shapely ass. Erin moaned softly, her eyes widening as Laena’s fingers trailed over her sensitive skin.

Maekar watched the scene with a satisfied smile, his eyes filled with lust and approval. "She is beautiful, isn’t she?"

Laena nodded, her eyes never leaving Erin’s body. "Yes, she is," she agreed.

Maekar led both Laena and Erin to the bed. He guided Laena to lie down on the bed and ordered Erin to lift up Laena’s skirt. Erin obeyed without hesitation, her hands trembling slightly as she lifted the fabric, exposing Laena’s cunt.

"Serve your mistress," Maekar commanded, his voice firm.

Laena, lying on the bed, repeated Maekar’s words with a hint of dominance in her voice. "Well, did you not hear what he said?" she echoed, her eyes locked onto Erin’s.

With a firm push, Laena guided Erin’s head down between her legs, pressing her face into her cunt. "Lick it," Laena ordered, her voice filled with desire.

Erin complied, her tongue tentatively exploring Laena's folds. She licked and probed, her movements growing more confident as she relaxed. Laena moaned softly, her body arching slightly in response to Erin's ministrations.

Rhaenyra watched the scene with wide eyes, taking in every detail. She saw Maekar's hand rise and fall, slapping Erin's pale, large ass, leaving red marks on her flesh. To Rhaenyra's surprise, Erin moaned in response to the slaps, her body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Maekar then moved onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees before Laena, who was still lying down. Laena's hands reached for Maekar's pants, loosening them and freeing his cock. Rhaenyra leaned closer to the small opening in the stone wall, her eyes fixed on Maekar’s cock. She was not disappointed. Not at all.

Maekar's cock hardened and grew in length in Laena's hands. Rhaenyra swallowed hard, her eyes wide with fascination and a hint of envy. Then, to her surprise, Laena took Maekar's cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she began to suck and lick.

She had only read or heard about such things, especially from the crude jokes the courtiers made and from the whispered conversations she and her handmaidens once overheard from some squires.

Rhaenyra watched intently, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the way Laena's head bobbed up and down, one of her hands gripping the base of Maekar's cock, moving in sync with her mouth.

Erin continued to lick and suck at Laena's cunt, her moans growing louder and more desperate. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure. Rhaenyra's own body responded, a wave of heat rushing through her, her breath coming in quick, short gasps as she watched the man she lusted after have his way with two women that were not her.

Rhaenyra's hands trembled as they moved down her body, slipping beneath her gown to find her own wet cunt. She began to rub herself, her fingers circling her clit as she stifled her moans, her eyes fixed on the scene before her.

Laena took Maekar's cock out of her mouth to issue a command to Erin. "Lick me better, slut," she demanded. She then took Maekar's cock in her mouth once more.

Maekar, his hands tangled in Laena's hair, looked down at her with a satisfied smile. "Well, I think you're getting the hang of things," he murmured.

Laena stopped suddenly, her body tensing as Erin increased her pace, her tongue lapping eagerly at Laena's cunt. "Stop, slut," Laena commanded, her voice firm. She dragged Erin onto the bed, ordering her to lie down face first. Erin complied, her body trembling as she lay face down on the bed.

Laena grabbed Erin's hand, her grip firm. "It's an honor for someone like you to be fucked by a dragonlord," she said, her voice cold and commanding.

"Yes, it is, mistress," Erin replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," Laena said, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She then looked at Maekar, her eyes filled with lust and love. "She is all yours, my love," she said, her voice soft and inviting.

Maekar leaned toward and kissed Laena, his lips lingering on hers for a moment before he turned his attention to Erin. He positioned himself behind her, his cock poised at her entrance. With a slow, steady thrust, he entered her, his size stretching her and making her gasp.

"He's…big…I…," Erin moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Mm, like I told you, slut, it's an honor. Enjoy it while you can," Laena said, holding Erin's head up by her hair.

Maekar leaned down, whispering something into Erin's ear that Rhaenyra couldn't hear. Whatever he said made Erin's face flush even more, her body trembling with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"Fuck her, my love. Show her what a true man is," Laena urged.

Rhaenyra rubbed herself furiously, her fingers moving in fast circles as she watched Maekar begin to fuck Erin. He was rough, his hips moving in fast, hard thrusts, his body pinning Erin down onto the bed. Laena held Erin's shoulders, keeping her in place as Maekar took her with a primal, dominant force.

Erin's moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath Maekar as he fucked her with a relentless pace. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the chamber. Rhaenyra's own moans were stifled, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal as she watched, her fingers working feverishly to bring her to the brink of her own release.

Laena watched with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with lust. "That's it, my love. Fuck her hard. Show her what she's been missing and will never feel again," she urged, her voice filled with dark delight. Maekar complied, his thrusts growing even more intense.

Rhaenyra's imagination ran wild as she pictured herself in Erin's place, being fucked roughly by Maekar. She stifled her moans, biting her lip so hard that she tasted blood, the metallic tang mixing with the heat of her desire. Her pace increased as she watched Laena helping Maekar fuck Erin faster, her hands guiding him by gripping his ass, urging him deeper and harder.

Erin moaned loudly in pleasure, her cries filling the room. "Yes, m'lord... m'lord... fuck me... fuck me..." she gasped, her pale body flushed red from the intensity of Maekar's thrusts. Her screams of ecstasy echoed through the chamber.

Rhaenyra, like Erin on the bed, was close—so close. She rubbed herself furiously, her fingers moving quickly as she neared her peak. Her heart pounded in her chest, her skin heating up, her face flushing even more with the intensity of her arousal. She could feel the wave of pleasure building, ready to crash over her.

Then, like cold water being poured on her, she heard it—Ser Criston's voice near the doorway to the chamber. She stopped abruptly, her heart leaping into her throat. So did Maekar, Laena, and Erin, their movements freezing in an instant.

"Fuck, fuck," Rhaenyra cursed under her breath as she quickly stopped and made herself presentable, even though she was hidden. She pressed herself against the cool stone wall, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she tried to compose herself.

Maekar quickly fixed his pants, and Laena straightened out her gown, her eyes darting to the doorway. She ordered Erin to hide from view. Erin scrambled to comply, her breath coming in heavy gasps as she made herself scarce.

Ser Criston entered the chamber. Rhaenyra, Maekar, and Laena all wore the same glare toward the Kingsguard.

"Have you seen the princess?" Ser Criston asked.

"No," Laena replied.

"I have not seen the princess," Maekar echoed.

Ser Criston's eyes narrowed as he looked at Maekar, his gaze scrutinizing. Laena, sensing the tension, spoke up politely. "Ser Criston, perhaps you should continue your search elsewhere. The princess is not here."

Ser Criston looked at them both, his expression turning to one of disgust. He gave a disdainful snort before turning on his heel and walking off, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

As soon as Ser Criston left, Maekar spoke. "Come out, Erin."

The sweaty, gasping, and nude Erin emerged from her hiding spot, her body trembling slightly.

Laena, her eyes gleaming with lust, grabbed Erin roughly by the arm and threw her back onto the bed. Erin landed with a soft thud, her body bouncing slightly on the plush mattress. She looked up at Laena and Maekar, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Rhaenyra knew she couldn't stay any longer, no matter how much she wanted to. The risk of Ser Criston making a scene looking for her was too great. With a final, lingering glance at the threesome—Maekar was having Erin suck his cock while Laena guided her head—Rhaenyra bit her lip and turned away, her heart heavy with frustration.

She moved quickly and silently through the corridors, her footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor, her body still humming with unspent arousal. She passed by the guard stationed outside her chambers.

"Find Ser Criston," she said, her gaze meeting the guard's briefly. "Inform him that I am in my chambers and not to be disturbed."

The guard nodded. "Yes, Your Grace."

Rhaenyra swept into her chambers, her heart pounding in her chest. She closed the door firmly behind her. Her mind was filled with a singular objective, a desperate need that consumed her entirely.

She made her way to her bed, her hands trembling as she hiked up her skirts, revealing her bare, glistening cunt. She lay back on the soft mattress, her body tense with anticipation. Her fingers found her clit, rubbing furiously as images of herself in Erin's place flooded her mind.

She imagined Maekar's strong hands on her body, his cock filling her mouth. She pictured Laena's guiding touch, her voice urging her on, her eyes filled with lust and approval. The fantasies swirled in her mind, a vivid and erotic dance that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Her moans grew louder, her body writhing on the bed as she rubbed herself faster and harder. The tension built inside her, a coiling spring ready to snap. She could feel it approaching, a thunderous wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely.

"Oh, gods... yes... yes..." she gasped, her voice breaking as she reached the peak. Her body convulsed, her moans turning into wild, uncontrolled cries as the orgasm crashed over her. She screamed out, her voice echoing through the chamber.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Rhaenyra lay there, completely spent, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release. Her breath slowed as she gradually came back to herself.

But even as her body relaxed, her mind began to race once more. Plots and schemes began to form.

Maekar needed to be hers.

He would be hers.

And once they were together, they and the children she would bear him would rule the world.

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The next chapter will be more plot-heavy, with some parts of Maekar's past being revealed to show what went wrong.