incest mention – Goldnwulf

His stomach quivers as nerves rise before he watches and feels her move beneath him and he stares at her naked bod. There was something different about this time, about how he was taking in her body. No longer as goods to be in perfect condition before being sold off, no longer a means to an end. This time she is barring herself to him and willingly. He takes a moment to take in the curve of her breasts and the shape of them as well as the way her body curved in and than out to bring about shapely hips.

Viserys felt himself shaking as she said his name and he met her lips with his and he was less sweet about it as he parted his lips, tasting the wine that had been there once again and deepened the kiss as his body moved back to hover over his and he fought with his breeches to remove them, finally free of them after a moment and he shivered as the cold night air hit his whole body. A free hand moved to her supple breasts and he took his time to feel her body, moving ever so slowly around her breasts and nipples, taking great care with both sides and than he moved downwards towards her stomach and the curves of her hips as if he was trying to memorize every inch of his sister’s body.

His desire for her was clear as they kissed as his hand went to tease her mound, circling her clit slowly as he placed kisses down her neck and nipped at the skin, soothing it with a quick flip of his tongue and he pulled on her ear gently and the sounds coming from both of them made Viserys want to take her than and now but he knew he had to savor this moment and be patient. If he rushed to far too fast he could ruin it and ruin what good he had made up with Daenerys.

“You’re soaking my sweet” Viserys commented before his teeth took a nipple and pulled at it and didn’t mind being gentle as his one hand focused on her slick mound, teasing her folds with what he gathered on his fingers. “You’ve been found wanting shall I please the Queen of Westeros even farther?” He asked as he lowered himself to her hips taking in the smell that was only hers and began to eat her out and he felt a connection spark between them that hadn’t been there, that was bonding them as just more than brother and sister but as something far more deeper and ancient. They would be connected now and forever by their bodies and would be one in time.

Viserys took some brief pauses for air as he felt her writhe under his touch and he slid one of his hands up to hold hers before her tongue flicked her nub and soon he came up entirely, his free hand replaced where his mouth had been and he snaked more than one finger in her tight slit and moved it as he watched for her reactions and moved accordingly to that and he could feel his own body react to her and he felt his length harden and he toyed with the idea of teasing her with it against her slit but he knew for both of them teasing would be a short lived game.

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Her army? The Dothraki valued their horses more than females. Viserys didn’t care to learn their culture, but she had listened all day while riding and had learned much though their language was still a mystery. Her husband knew only a few words of Common and for what he wanted of her, he needed none of them. Husbands. Aegon. Kings. Men. Daenerys made a low sound that sounded fainting of a cut-off sob. Men did what they wanted. Women didn’t have the same rights. They were the property of their families until they were given to a husband, then they were the property of their husbands. “You are my… my King, but I belong to Khal Drogo,” Dany told him softly, shrinking away. “I am no Queen and the Dothraki value their horses more than their wives. If… if my husband wants to share… share me with his Ko, that is his choice, not mine.”

Khal Drogo might kill him if he learned of Viserys intentions. Dany had no choices – she’d never been given any choices. She didn’t understand how her brother could think that she did. At one time, Dany had believed she would be his wife, bare him his children, as other Targaryen sisters had, but even that would not have been her choice. When he’d told her he was selling her to Drogo for an army, it had been a shock, but she’d done her duty to him even as frightened as she had been. She shuddered as Viserys spoke of what Drogo did to her at night. What did he know of it? It was she who suffered, for an army that would give him the crown he so desperately wanted. Now he wanted her body? Viserys didn’t understand that these Dothraki didn’t see him as their King. Ser Jorah had warned her of the dangers there. “It is Khal Drogo’s right to do as he pleases with me, brother, and if he learned of what you desire, he might take great offense,” Dany murmured, blinking away unshed tears.

“When you are Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, you will have the power and respect you deserve, sweet sister” Viserys replied having known many a powerful woman had ruled not only from beside the throne and many attempts at one the throne and he had no doubt in time Dany could be one as well. He knew how everything was set in their culture and a vague idea of the Dothraki and knew that if Westeros had such views on woman that the Dothraki had worse.

“Will there horses bring them sons and daughters?” He sneered his question, clearly having a different view point on the value of horses and woman. Horses were just animals that had use, woman were more useful and well, just better than some livestock. He had ideas of killing Drogo and replacing him but all those ideas seemed to fail as he thought of the end process and he sighed heavily. “It may be so, but I am King. But I am also as King allowed my right to a woman.” He knew their father had tried to force the issue, joking about using it on Joanna Lannister and his hand dropped from Daenerys’s face and he gave a small shrug as he could tell Dany was as stubborn as he was volatile.

“Your husband will be here soon.” Viserys finally remarked, knowing it was better to leave before it was too late and he risked the wrath of Drogo and his sword, as much as he wanted Daenerys to be his completely, he valued his own life more. Pressing his a soft kiss on her forehead he departed from the tent and made his way to his own smaller one and waited for nightfall and sleep till the dawn break’s light woke him up and he prepared himself for yet another breakfast and day of traveling, wondering if Dany had thought of his proposal while Drogo had his way with her last night as he greeted Ser Jorah and struck up a conversation as much as he could with the knight.