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House of the Dragon - Aegon the Bloodseeker [One-Shot]
🕑 Added 2025-03-12 18:59:14 +0000 UTC[Aegon X Helaena]
Synopsis: A vigilante serial killer, fan of A Song of Ice and Fire, and admirer of all things fire, finds himself in the body of Aegon Targaryen days before his crowning.
Now, presented with his beautiful wife Helaena, he plots his next moves while giving the dreamy princess the passionate love she’d never received before.
Tags: Passionate Sex, Romance, Breeding, Scheming MC, Submissive Wife.
[Note: Westeros plot starts from Episode 8 - HOTD Season 1]
[Note: All related characters are adults.]
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Jack Frederick, also known as the Dragon Sculptor. In his world, he held a particular fame that tilted more towards darkness. Wanted by four nations and eventually arrested in the fifth—bringing an end to his decade-long hobby of psychotic vigilantism.
He loved killing murderers the same way they killed their victims. Each time, he loved carving a small dragon on their foreheads—his signature. How could he not after obsessing over the show where dragons were the main recurring theme? But he had reasons for his obsession. He truly, deeply, madly loved fire.
Thankfully, he was sane enough not to turn into a pyromaniac.
No, he had no love for justice or being a good man either. He loved to kill, or rather reveled in the last moments as life left a man's body. He reckoned killing murderers would make it socially acceptable. To his shock, it did—the world hailed him as the apex predator who hunted other predators.
When his death sentence was announced, the foolish people protested outside and took to the streets for his release. Made TikTok trends about him and whatnot.
How entertaining, he thought. But no, that wasn't how he wanted to die. Lethal injections, electrocution, lethal gas, hanging, or the firing squad—they all sounded tame and rather unexciting.
After all, he still had one last masterpiece yet to be made. So, the day before his execution, he carved a dragon on his own forehead and plotted his own end just the way he desired—fire!
The most fascinating discovery of mankind.
Boom!
The explosion rang in the prison complex. Jack's cell blasted into flames. His body was blown to pieces, dead, burnt as if consumed by a monster.
But somehow, his head remained intact. His lips were frozen in the last expression—a smile.
The mark of a dragon carved on his forehead was still visible and unnaturally intact.
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"Get up!"
Hm? What? I've seen her somewhere before.
Jack looked at the woman who stormed into the old, medieval-looking room. He had just woken up a few minutes ago, shocked and confused at his pale body and his white hair. He stayed in bed, trying to make sense of the memories that slowly became clear.
"Aegon!"
She's beautiful. Jack thought as the first thing after seeing her. She's… From that show? Is this a set?
"What?"
"Shocked? Why now, after what you did? You bedded a serving girl! How could you shame your wife like that? And me?!"
What is she barking about? Jack frowned and felt a searing headache. Isn't she too emotional for acting?
"How can you keep carrying on like this, especially on a day like today?"
Jack sighed and got out of bed. Only when he stood straight did he notice his nude state, not a single piece of cloth covering him. But it didn't matter; his gaze was stuck to the large, open window. He walked closer to it to get a better look.
No, no, no! This ain't a set. He saw the huge expanse of King's Landing and even a bloody dragon in the sky. It was too much to handle.
Real? I-I… I'm in the body of that fool. Aegon? I'm Aegon?
"Have you gone deaf?!"
Alicent Hightower? He turned around and looked at the woman, who was slightly shorter than him. Her mature, charming face seemed more beautiful in her frustrated state. She's this body's mother?
How could he not recognize her after having obsessed over the show for years? He'd seen everything and read everything he could find. This was the real deal.
"It won't happen again," Jack replied, letting the memories of that body settle in.
"How many times have you said that?" Alicent barked, but feeling ashamed, she threw the quilt on Aegon for him to hide his manhood. "You have to be more serious! You have t—"
"I will, Mother. I will be more serious about everything from now on," he replied so calmly that it made Alicent lose her steam. She had heard those words from Aegon before, but never with those expressions.
Right then, the door opened, and a white-haired, tall, curvaceous girl walked in. With an air of aloofness in her manner, she looked at Aegon and then at Alicent. "Have you seen Dyana? She's supposed to dress the children."
This one must be Helaena. She has a pretty face. Jack thought, drawing parallels with his memory. My wife, then? Oh, that's interesting.
"Mother." Jack voiced all of a sudden. "May I have a word with Helaena?"
Alicent looked back at her son. She forgot to refute him as his gaze made her feel strange all of a sudden. She silently nodded and walked up to Helaena before hugging her and leaving.
Clueless, Helaena stared at Aegon for a while.
"Shut the door and sit beside me."
Helaena did as asked and approached the bed. She sat down first, and the very next moment, Jack joined her, shoulder to shoulder. He placed his nearest hand on her lap, gently clutching her soft, velvety thigh.
Jack smiled, finding no response from her. The mere sensation of her soft flesh, albeit covered, sent jolts of arousal through his newfound royal body. His cock, covered by the quilt, sprang back to life. It seemed Aegon had trained her well, or rather, it was simply how Helaena was.
He was a fool. Why fuck an ugly servant when you got this fine piece of willing art accessible at all times?
But the memories were still fuzzy, so Jack didn't know how obedient she was. Or how she'd react if he were to escalate this moment into something sexual.
Let's test it then. Who knows, this might just be a pitiful, short dream.
"I haven't been good to you as a husband," he said, easily creating a sullen expression on his face. He caressed her face softly and looked into her violet eyes. He didn't know if she'd even thought of bodily pleasure ever. Albeit having twins already, he didn't know how she still made herself seem so pure. "Forgive me."
She shouldn’t be so hopelessly maddened and depressed yet. Her firstborn should be alive if I'm correct about the timeline. Let's test the waters.
Continuing to caress her face, he soon spread his palm behind her ear, feeling her warm skin and hair. No matter how close he got to her face, he failed to notice any hint of aversion, desire, or lust in her eyes. The tiny, kind smile remained plastered on her lips the whole time.
Let's see how she reacts to a kiss.
Jack finally closed the gap and locked his lips on hers. Helaena gave no reaction, sadly.
"Kiss me."
"Oh."
Only after he ordered her did she respond and let her husband slide between her ripe lips. She followed whatever he did, moving her tongue against his and doing the same thing he did with his lips.
It was intense and Jack kept at it for a good few minutes, feeling hard and quite honestly, horny. It'd been years since he last savored the bodily pleasures. Let alone with a beauty like this one. Aegon's memories were secondary, and his own past life's memories superseded them all.
He practically ate her slippery, hot tongue at that point.
"Hm." He stopped at last and pulled his face back. He looked at her face in search of even an ounce of love or lust. Yet, all he saw was aloofness and that faint smile constantly marred there.
"Do you not love me, Helaena?" He asked all of a sudden.
One had to ask that question after getting such a response. Not that he'd find fault in her, knowing well how Aegon had treated her previously.
"You are my royal husband, Aegon. I love you."
"Then why do you not reciprocate it physically?" he asked her. "Why do I have to seek women outside despite being married to my beautiful wife?"
Will you take the bait?
"No, Aegon. You mustn't do that. What do you need me to do?" Helaena started without much thought. In her mind, her husband was her duty. Keeping her husband happy and away from causing trouble with other women was also her duty.
Haha! What a wonderful second life. Thank you, Aegon, you fool.
"Then, let me make love to you." He declared. "Right now."
Helaena froze momentarily. She looked towards the gate once and then back at Aegon. "N-Now?"
Jack nodded.
Helaena hesitantly averted her gaze and nodded her head softly. "I-If such is your desire."
What a dutiful, innocent wife. I'll treat you better than that bastard; that's for certain.
"I'm delighted to hear that. Then, why don't you prepare me first?"
Confusion danced across Helaena’s face. But her voice remained monotonous. "How?"
What? She's never sucked a cock? Hah, no worries. I'll teach you well.
"I'll teach you. Just get on your knees between my legs." He said and pulled her hand, guiding her to move. The entire time, he checked out her figure and admired her.
Jack lifted the quilt on his lap and threw it away. His semi-erect, decently-sized cock lay bare. Helaena's face was mere inches away from it, and to his amusement, she just stared at it in confusion rather than disgust. That was a good start.
"Use your lips and suckle it without the aid of your hands. Just your mouth, lips, tongue, no teeth." He ordered and gently spread both his palms on her head. "Don't worry. I will guide you with my own hands."
Helaena looked into his eyes for a moment, the darkness of desire visible. Then she glanced down at his throbbing length again. She said nothing and shifted closer before opening her delicate mouth as wide as possible.
Slowly, very gently, her soft as feather lips took his cockhead between them.
"Ah~" Jack felt literal heaven between her lips and against her hot breath. This was a fantasy come true in the most delightful ways possible. "That's it. The deeper you take it, the more I’ll be happy. You want your husband to be happy, no?"
Helaena didn't respond, her mouth stuffed with his royal shaft. She held him tightly as his straining need kept growing bigger and stretching the edges of her mouth, making it harder to keep him in without hurting her lips.
But more than anything, she simply didn't understand why her husband desired this. This wasn't the first time she'd held him, but she'd never taken him in her mouth. Their sexual exchanges had merely been quick and simple, her splayed on the bed and him on top, thrusting for moments before leaving.
That was all she'd ever known throughout her marriage and two pregnancies.
"Ooooh… That's amazing!" Jack moaned, his eyes open and admiring the view of her bobbing head. Gone was Aegon, who found barely any pleasure at her sight. This was Jack, who couldn't ask for anything better.
Although she was clearly clueless, the mere thought of who she was, who he was, and what he was making her do made it all the more exciting and arousing. Those delicate lips sliding across the length of his shaft, grazing past his bulky veins, tightly clamping around the rim of his knob as the skin was pulled back.
She used no hands, just her lips, and it was pure heaven. Like floating in the clouds. She never let her teeth touch him despite his girth now tightly stretching her beautiful lips in a perfect 'O'.
But there were still a few inches left. And since her sticky spit had already leaked and accumulated near his base, he reckoned she needed some guidance from him now.
"Don't be overwhelmed." He put some pressure, his fingers combed through her silver locks, all the way behind her head, pushing her down on his engorged shaft. "Don't fight it."
She fought it, or rather, her throat struggled. As soon as he drove another inch in and his cockhead, wet, sticky, dripping pre-cum brushed against the back of her throat, she gagged. Her eyes widened, crystal-like tears pooling. Her nose flared up, choked, fighting for each breath.
But she never tried to pull back. Earnestly pleasuring him like a dutiful maiden.
"A little more… Just…"
Pure bliss!
He watched it all go and felt his cock throb, his balls squeezed tight in delight. He felt her lips finally touch the base of his shaft for a minor moment; her hot breath almost made him spill. He wanted to, he dearly wanted to.
But he feared he wouldn't have enough to keep going. He reckoned he could, but he desired a different warmth from her mouth now. A warmth exclusive to him and him alone: Aegon Targaryen.
"That… was… incredible." Jack released her and watched her lips pull back, leaving behind a thick, sticky coat of her spit and his pre-cum mixed together. And when she fully pulled her face back, that long, cheese-like stretching string connected to her lower lip and his cockhead, made his desire darken.
Helaena was panting, gasping for each breath while frantically using her sleeves to wipe her face. She gulped each inhale as if something kept tickling her throat.
Jack knew exactly what it was. But he didn't bother addressing it. She'd get used to it soon enough.
"You are…" He gently held her chin and tilted her face up so her eyes locked with his own. "So beautiful, Helaena."
There it is! Finally, he saw a hint of a genuine smile. Not a blush, but something was certainly there. So she's not as emotionally dead as I expected. That's better… much better.
After all, he didn't want to bed a living woman who acted like a dead body. There was no joy in that. And if his memory served him right, Helaena of now should be far more receptive and reciprocating, even vocal. Her oddities weren't regularities yet.
"I… forgive me, I lost myself there nearly." He captured her shoulders and made her stand between his legs. "I hope you do—"
"No…" She suddenly replied, as if scared to lose his complete attention. She'd never been called beautiful by him before. She'd never received so much of his time before. His interest in her was rare, and even that needed him to be drunk first. "I… I liked it."
Lies. Jack saw through her lie. But she was so deprived of this body's, or the previous occupant's attention that she was willing to accept this rough display of affection.
"Brilliant!" He clapped and landed his hands on her waist. "In that case, let's continue. Remove your panties—I mean, smallcloth below."
For a moment, Helaena glanced at the door, ensured it was still locked, and proceeded to lift her golden, patterned gown up. Inch by inch, her beautiful, pale legs came into view, then her milk-white, soft thighs, and finally, her old-fashioned innerwear.
Jack gulped at the sight. She stood so close between his legs that he could almost… almost catch a whiff of her scent. This dream now started to feel far too real.
"Let me help." He declared and tugged on the waistband. He almost froze at the sensation of his thumbs sinking into her soft flesh. But eventually, he pushed the smallcloth down and relished the sight of her royal flower, her cunt that he'd explored barely beyond duty. But technically, this was his first time.
Seeing her slit surrounded with silver pubes, he made a mental note to have her shaved and trimmed to his needs the next time. For now, he didn't give a damn about those silver pubes. They were akin to a trophy.
But he was pleasantly surprised at the sight of her pussy lips. It appeared that Targaryens were truly blessed with magical beauty. He'd expected her to have gone loose, scarred with stretch marks and ruined after two childbirths in this backward world. Yet there it was, her flower, rosy pinkness peeking at him between those puffy pussy lips ready for his undivided attention. She was impeccable.
"Straddle me." He ordered, once her smallcloth pooled around her dainty feet. "Straddle your dragon, my beautiful dragon rider."
He smiled at her face, a genuine smile this time. He knew he was an insane man who loved to kill folks. But beauties… the only way he liked slaying them was shoving his cock in their warm sheath.
Helaena let out a delighted chuckle at his words. Her heart had never known this much joy before. All those stories the maids had told her of royal romances, this truly felt like one.
"With… pleasure," she replied and widened her legs before pushing her knees over the bed on each of his sides. Then, she weighed down her ass as her naturally soaking slit sat atop his slanted length, her naked hips warm on his lap.
With her on his lap, their faces came to the same level, so close and intimate as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Meanwhile, Jack slid his hands underneath her dress, all the way behind and cupped her asscheeks.
They were perfect. Insanely so. The softness was beyond anything he'd imagined, and she was full, wide-hipped, curvacious; a perfect royal frame to birth the future king, heirs upon heirs.
He kneaded her asscheeks, and there was so much volume to them. His wide, stretched fingers couldn't contain them, the flesh spilled in between. He teased her all over, at times gliding over her back entrance, which he was destined to claim eventually.
Even with all his teasing, the princess on his lap smiled. Like a maiden in love.
Wordlessly, she stared at his face. Her usually plain face showed expressions. Arousal, confusion, and fear. Her brows were slightly creased, but her body seemingly knew what to do. As if by feminine instinct, her hips started to slide back and forth on their own, rubbing her soaking slit over his length. As if wanting, needing something she had never felt, her body knowing she craved it.
Jack gulped, wanting to slide in.
"Will you…" Helaena voiced, both her hands daringly cupping his jawline. "Will you… always be like this?"
Even better than this, Princess.
He kissed her palm and looked at her face with intent. He had no intention of letting Helaena go. She was the best wife he, as a King, could ask for. Helaena was simple, had no ambitions, and was loyal, docile, and easy to win over.
"Do you want me to?"
Helaena nodded, her eyes teary again for some reason. As if she'd found her destiny at last, or perhaps some semblance of comfort in her neglected heart.
"Hah! Then…" He clenched her ass harder and pulled her in. "I'll be this and more… much, much more. You have my word."
"Umm…"
Helaena took action and kissed his lips while raising her ass high. She squeezed a hand between their bodies and gripped his length, lining it against her drooling cunt. She'd only ever taken him lying flat, him on top. This was new and far, far more exciting.
"Aaaah… Aegon!"
Music to my ears.
"Jack…" He interrupted the kiss. "I've chosen that as my moniker. Use that… Jack."
I'd rather have my true name moaned and cried out than that incompetent waste of royal blood. Besides flesh, we share nothing in common.
Slightly confused, Helaena didn't bother to worry about her husband's oddities. There were far too many.
"Yesss! Jack!" She felt it, his shaft pulsating in desire as she lowered her cunt. His rigid length was never a point of disappointment. He was more than enough, and she could feel it in her core as he speared her, splitting her fertile walls.
Fuck! She's good!
Tight and warm, all her slick folds sent jolts of pleasure across his body. His hands instinctively clenched her gelatinous ass, hard enough to leave bruises. Non-stop, he stared at her face, a whimpering mess of restrained moans and blushing skin.
She wasn't the tightest woman he'd ever experienced. But sliding inside her slick walls was far more gratifying due to the fantasy, her name, her entire being. Feeling her cunt clench around him, struggling to contain him made him even more hungry.
Truth be told, he’d fantasized about Daenerys more. But no more. Helaena was curvy, full all over. His hands molding her ass to his desired shape were the proof of her birthing, fertile body.
Made to be fucked.
He thought and finally felt it. She'd taken him whole, finally sheathed tight in the warm cunt. She writhed and whined while impaled, her tearful, loving eyes seemingly cherishing his satisfied expressions.
"Uh…" Jack groaned when she finally moved. Her hands took support of his shoulder, while he aided with his grip on her ass under the gown. Sadly, he could see nothing due to layers of her clothes, but the sensory overload was enough.
"Aaaaah! You're so… gifted, Aegon!"
"Shh… Jack." Jack corrected her and pulled her face down for a deep, nasty, slippery kiss. Tongues coiled, their dribble making a mess.
As her perfect bottom began bouncing on his cock, he rocked his hips too and struck deep each time. No doubt, Helaena had taken his cock before, but clearly, she'd never actually been fucked.
"Ah! Ja-Jah-ck-mmmmmm!" She hugged his head, her fingernails clawing at the back of his head. Her thighs tried to squeeze around him, the climax approaching.
Already? That was easy.
Who knew when was the last time she got fucked by her royal husband.
"Mmmmmm! Oh!"
Helaena wasn't a loud woman. She restrained her moans as much as she could and simply took it all in. She hugged the life out of Jack’s head and skewered herself as deep as she could until his cockhead could be felt right there, caressing the entrance to her womb.
"I-I'm… Ah!"
Amused, Jack watched her in silence as she danced on his cock. He let her draw her share of pleasure before taking action to pleasure himself. Besides, he noticed something particularly exciting.
How did I forget? If I'm not wrong, she's still lactating.
Her gown, which tightly clung to her full bosom, showed signs of damp spots. Too bad the gown wasn't easy to remove, and claiming those sweet fruits would pause her hungry little wiggles on his cock. Having seen her pretty cunt, he craved some Targaryen tits.
"Yessss! Oh, Seven!" Helaena was in a world of her own, as if it were her first true orgasm. Her head fell back, then her torso, arching backward. Her hold on his shoulder and his claws on her ass stopped her from falling back.
Tight spasms and the aching climax rose from deep within her belly. She felt her muscles locking up, her cunt struggling to grip him, speared to the hilt. A wave of frenzy took over, and her hips quivered like lightning, grinding on his royal shaft.
"Unnnnnngh! I love you!"
That's… welcoming. Jack smiled, hiding the menacing glow. Too easy to please.
"I love you too, Helaena."
Remember that, my beautiful Princess. Remember this till your last breath.
As if his response toppled her over the edge, and she came. She came incredibly hard, her cunt milking his cock right as her own sweet, soaking juices erupted. The squelches became audible, and the wet mess between her legs became noticeable.
Her orgasm lasted a long, agonizing moment. By the time she calmed down and rested her face beside his ear, she'd drenched her gown's insides and all of Jack’s lap.
"Mmm… T-Thank you, Ae—Jack…" She exhaled into his ear.
Feeling her breath sent a thrilling warmth across his spine.
"But I'm only starting, Helaena," he replied and pushed her back off his lap. Begrudgingly, he felt her slippery cunt leave him.
She barely stood up and balanced her feet. Her innocent, cute face was blushing red, something that only aroused her husband more.
"Table." Jack rose to his height, his hardened shaft dangling. He stood just a little taller than Helaena, so he didn't feel as confident in attempting some risky positions. "Lean forward onto the table, will you?"
Panting, Helaena nodded and dutifully obeyed.
Butt naked, now eager for his own release, Jack grew impatient and quickly lifted her gown once she was leaning forward on her elbows.
I knew it!
He took a deep breath in, admiring the view. Helaena was truly made to be bred and fucked day and nights on end. Her plump, marshmallowy ass was sizable, wider than his own waist. Pale as snow, silky smooth, not a speck of mole on it.
I guess… This era isn't that bad either.
Gulping, he hiked her gown above the waist and tucked it there. Then, with palms as wide as possible, he gripped her asscheeks. Each one was a treasure in itself, overflowing between his fingers.
Feeling it was one thing, seeing it right there was another. The way his digits sank into that plump, soft flesh was God's blessing. And then, like a man searching for treasure, he spread her ass apart and eyed her entrances.
Her cunt, while hairy, was a piece of art. Pinkness oozed, and the areas surrounding her entrance were swollen red. Then further behind, her anal hole also presented an inviting sight, the same color as her cunt, tight and alive, reacting to her breath.
Later… I'll have this one later.
Finally, he grabbed his throbbing shaft and lined himself against her swollen slit. She was dripping wet, more so after the climax. So, entering her again was impossibly sweet and pleasant. The resistance of her walls was perfect, and every bump of his vein kissed her inner folds.
He watched in real time as her tight walls perfectly swallowed him. How he sank all the way until her asscheeks warmly pressed onto his thighs.
Fuck! I'm about to pass out at this rate.
Even the scent of their sex had him on the edge.
Take it easy, Jack. She's yours to savor from now on.
Feeling her aching walls trying to clench around him, he looked up at Helaena’s body. She'd flattened her face on the table already, her arms spread wide, reaching for the edge of the table, clenched, her knuckles turning white.
"Helaena, I'll start moving. If I'm being too hard, warn me." He offered his concern, not that he gave a damn. It was the thought that counted, and to her, that was all that mattered.
As expected, she smiled and responded in shivers. "N-No-ooh… Don't… hold baaaahk… Ja–ck."
Goddammit! I love hearing her say my name.
"Very well."
Agonizingly slow, as if savoring a once-in-a-lifetime delicacy, he pulled back to the tip, his eyes frozen stuck on the view below. His meat rod sliding out between those heavenly asscheeks, the sticky strands of her juices clung to his thighs and balls. A beautiful mess to his eyes. And then…
Plap!
He slammed himself all in, knocking the air out of her lungs. The entire table jolted and creaked on the marble flooring.
"Unnngh!" Helaena, as expected, clenched her teeth and held back her moans.
He had other plans.
"Let it go, Helaena. You have a lovely voice, and I'd…" He gave her another deep, strong thrust, the slap of his thighs against her ass deafening. "I'd love to hear you moan."
"Aaaaaah-mmm!"
Finally, Helaena roared in pleasure. The loud music of arousal tore through her mouth and echoed in the large chamber.
Jack loved it. The creature possessing that body loved it.
"Yes! Let the realm hear it!"
His thrusts grew relentless, deep, quick, and powerful. Each plunge struck the entry to her womb, each pull drew her scorching juices out. But more than anything, he loved watching her ass jolt with his thrust.
With no desire to hold back, he let his balls shiver in delight, devouring her the royal princess' cunt. Her moans only turned louder, all semblance of restraint lost.
"Louder!" He urged her.
She responded in kind. "Yessssss!"
He simply couldn't get enough of her rump and clawed her ass like a treasure he owned. Clenching hard, he dragged her plump ass back on his cock at times, hitting deeper than ever before.
"Mmm… Ah, ah, aaaaah… Oh, yesss, J-aaaaa-ck!"
Once again, Helaena came, coating her loving, plundering husband with her love juices, unaware the love came from a soul that had traveled a great distance to be there. A soul that, unlike her husband, relished the warmth of her clamping walls.
Her knees buckled, her balance lost. But Jack’s thrusting shaft kept her pinned and hoisted on the table.
Just a little more, aided by her seeping climax, he felt his own light at the end of the tunnel.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!" He grunted, kneading and fucking that magnificent flesh. Soft and warm, drenched and waiting for his release. "Ugh!"
"Helaena!"
With her name on his lips, he finally crossed the edge and plunged to the hilt, stopping right there to feel her warm, slick walls covering every inch of his cock. His knob swelled, followed by his meat rod throbbing.
He felt his arms shiver, clenching her asscheeks widened to have a clear view of his fully, submerged cock. He felt it all, so pleasurable that even his knees wanted to give in.
Finally, the insane rush of that creamy batter traveling through his virile pipe made him jolt, grounding himself so hard into her that he made the table move.
It was like a dam unleashed. There was so much, so many spasming flexes of his shaft. More and more, he kept spraying her royal, fertile walls. The spill was inhumanly vile and yet ravishing.
"Uhh…" He leaned forward on her back, still deep between her clamping pussy. He shuddered in her warmth, scared of waking up from this amazing dream.
Soon enough, he felt some of his fiery cream leak from the narrow gaps. His shaft finally started to calm down and lose its size. Her amazing, tight walls started to throb and twitch in the aftermath, like a fish gasping for air. Her inner, contracting muscles began pushing his flaccid length out.
But he didn't move. He didn't want to move.
His heated breath matched hers, his chest pressed on his back. They both became one, feeling each other's heartbeat.
Damn right. There's no better queen to have than this. Perfect in every way.
After catching his breath, he pulled out of her and stepped back. His eyes stared widely at her pulsing fertile cave, gaping and closing, reacting to the rough handling. The pink and red swollen afterglow looked beautiful, his baby batter slowly dripping out of her.
"Ah…" Helaena tried to stand up but lost her balance, holding the table to stay up.
Knowing this was perhaps the most fucking she'd ever received, and how sore she must be, Jack grabbed her waist and pulled her along to the bed.
With a loud rustle of the bedding, he fell down with his royal wife in his arms. Her robed, sweating, panting frame starkly stood out against his pale, disgustingly naked body. But he didn't give a damn and simply pulled her in for a cuddling hug.
Helaena understood her duty and hugged her royal husband's chest, landing her head on his arm. She stared at his face from there, her violet eyes so full of life and love.
What now? Jack silently listened to their loud breaths. I'm sure this isn't a dream at this point.
Confused, he looked down at her face, so innocently staring back at him. She looked content, her lovely, thin, pouty lips maintaining a smile.
Fuck! She's hella cute! Wait, am I smitten?
It was jarring how quickly he'd arrived in that body and gotten used to it. Used to playing the role. He reckoned it was easy since he already expected to be dead in the last life.
I seriously crave some blood now. Ah, the court will be held today if I'm right. Yeah, that Vaemond guy will start rambling and get his head chopped off by that pedo bastard uncle.
Non-stop, the more he looked at Helaena's face, the more easily a plan started to form in his head. The old Dragon Sculptor didn't need to die, it seemed.
Maybe I can taste some blood today after all. I'll just have to be faster than Daemon. And Rhaenyra… I'll deal with her too.
"Helaena." He whispered her name and pivoted himself to have a better side-by-side angle to her face. He gently caressed a silvery lock of hair and tucked it behind her ear before kissing her lips warmly.
Deep, pleasurable, arousing, enough to make his shaft react. He suckled her lips dry and then played with her tongue. With more than enough delight, Helaena also reciprocated.
I've decided then.
He pulled back and intently stared into her eyes. His hand cupped her cheek, ensuring her attention was focused.
"Helaena, you have my word. I won't ever change, but for the next year, I want your undivided loyalty. I will make some questionable choices that may seem to you as if I have betrayed your trust. But it will be a mere farce to fool my enemies."
She looked confused. It was expected.
"But know this: there will only ever be one queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and that will be Helaena Targaryen, mother of my children, many of whom are yet to be born."
Just then, a sudden glint appeared in her violet eyes.
"I trust you, Jack."
Did she realise it? Aegon would never have acted like this.
Just to be sure, he smiled and kissed her lips again. Then he wrapped his arms around her and just hugged her soft body, exchanging warmth on that bed. She fully responded in kind.
She's either unaware or just doesn't care.
"And from now on, I want you to tell me every prophetic riddle you dream of. I know others think you're inane, but I know you're not. I trust you, and both of us together will find meaning in your words."
She snuggled tighter against him, hugging him back even harder. Her face, pressed under his chin, made her voice muffled.
"I love you, Jack."
It's making me uneasy.
Did Helaena simply decide to accept this new side of him because it was better than before? He argued that might just be the case.
"I love you too. But please get some Moon Tea later. I'd love to have more children, but you just gave birth recently. I want you healthy and merry."
Helaena was low maintenance, and he knew it very well. Kind words, his attention, a few kisses, and copious amounts of sex were enough to earn her undying loyalty.
She nodded and snuggled lovingly.
Aegon, or rather Jack, silently relished her warmth and thought about his next actions. A crisis was on the horizon. Viserys's days were numbered.
Dance of the Dragons, ha? Sure, I'll give you one… a big, explosive, fiery one with lots and lots of blood. Just not mine.
"Let's move now, Helaena. We should get ready to attend the court."
"We should." She pulled her body away from him, constantly staring at his face. "Aeg—Jack."
"Hmm?"
Just as he looked up, she pecked his lips and jumped off the bed, patting her dress straight before rushing away. But once she had the door unlocked and the handle caught, she looked back.
Her smile was enough to melt hearts, her eyes so earnest and merry.
"Thank you."
Thud!
She left hastily, slamming the door behind her.
Jack fell back flat on the bed, his fingers pinching the corner of his eyes.
He hated it. He hated the fucking heart thrumming like a motorboat in his chest. He was Jack the goddamn serial killer, the vigilante butcher. How was this even possible with a silly girl like Helaena?
Hell no! I'm not in love. It's just… Yeah, it'd been a while since I last fucked.
Yet, somewhere deep in his heart, he was aware of a modern slang word that described his last thoughts well—Copium.
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A/N: If you want a Part 2 of this, please comment or leave a like. Part 2 will be the end of this little quick story. It'll have Rhaenyra in the center stage.
Again, leave a like if you want a Part 2. I'll write it if there are more than 20 likes. It helps me know that you guys are interested in this.
Comments
Nate Jake
This definitely deserves a part 2
Miles Gwatidzo
Damn bro this is supposed to be a One-Shot but why you make so damn good. Now I want it to continue and see want Jack will do 😭
Fourteen
2
Fourteen
2
Jacob Weiss
(Warning Spoilers) Thank you golden lion is good too wish he was as OP as Ned/richard but eh. Also I like the yandere level feeling , plus the Ball worship that Marcella did
Jas
Part 2 please
MrPlotThickens
I follow an order. The Golden Lion -> President Stark -> Wolf Becomes Stag -> Dudley Story -> Repeat Since the last chapter was Dudley, the next chapter will be the Golden Lion. This way, I ensure all the stories get chapters regularly. Sure, sometimes I write too much and end up with 2 chapters of the same story.
Jacob Weiss
Thank you
Jacob Weiss
What’s the schedule for your releases
MrPlotThickens
Yeah. But it'll be posted according to schedule.
Jacob Weiss
Can we get more wolf/seag please lol
Lord Mehmeh
I like it can part 2 still be loyal
HeIaena
I need it
Abel mi
Alicent and rhaenyra.all hail King aegon
