Darken Rahl in Game of Thrones

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293 From Z. E. Panishart.

Alice Velarion was finally able to visit her son's capital city, Panizharth, in person.

The first thing Alice noticed was the entrance to the bay itself. It was enormous. The opening between the towering cliffs was about a hundred and fifty or two hundred metres wide. And yet the island itself towered at twice the height of the opening. The entrance was adorned with an arch, which was in the form of two dragon heads connected by a single arc in the shape of a flame. This miracle was made of stone. And it looked very beautiful.

In addition, on smaller rocks and ledges near the entrance, there were turrets and fortresses of the sentinels that watched over the calmness of the capital. They seemed small now, but the captain of her ship had told her that the smallest of these "huts" was the size of a lord's castle. Another rather grand structure were the two obelisks that Darken himself had spoken of when he had met her a year ago. He had built them with his magic then. Or rather, her son's DRACONS had brought them here with great difficulty, and Darken had already "trimmed" them and added some tasks for them. One of which was to detect magically gifted people passing by them and mark them for Darken.

Once inside and directly in the bay that didn't have a name yet, Alice saw that it was divided into two parts. The western part belonged to the Admiralty, where the Empire's military vessels were located, and the eastern part was civilian, where traders, fishermen, noble lords and ambassadors from various places docked.

They were met at the dock by a small delegation led by one, Alice realised, Mord-Sith. The dark-haired and grey-eyed girl was dressed like the other ten girls in brown tight leather, and of their weapons they carried a strange metal wand called an eigil, a three-pronged dagger, and a bow with a quiver full of arrows. A little away from the eleven girls, she also noticed a palanquin that was meant for her. Four guardsmen, members of the First Cohort, stood with it. The warriors wore expensive armour of grey and black with the coat of arms of the House of Rahl on their chests and a helmet adorned with feathers that were lined with a single line that stretched from the forehead to the back of the head. Behind them was also a long cloak, but not so long that it interfered with their walking or fighting, swords at their sides, and rectangular shields and spears in their hands. Alice noticed, however, that each had purple painted feathers on their helmets and an equally purple cloak, and they were quite expensive. Darken had spared no expense on them, and there were the chains that held the cloaks on, as well as the brooches, belt plaques, and middle finger rings given to all members of the First Cohort, all of which were of Valyrian steel.

- Lady Alice," Mord-Sith bowed, "My name is Nyssa, Master Rahl, His Majesty Darken the First has sent me to escort you to him, and I will be responsible for your safety within the Empire.

- Thank you, Lady Nissa. - Velarion smiled at her.

To which Nyssa objected without any show of emotion:

- No. I am not a lady. I am Mord-Sith Nyssa. There are those of noble birth among us, even princesses from small countries, but it doesn't matter when she becomes one of us.

- Well, Nyssa is Nyssa. - shrugged her shoulders at Darken's mother.

- Please follow me. Your men will be taken care of.

Alice followed Nyssa and got into the palanquin. Two guardsmen stood in the front and two lined up behind. There were five Mord-Sith on each side.

As she and the Mord-Sith were carried along, Alice listened attentively to her storyteller and gazed at the features of the city, which had been built in a measly five years and was already vastly superior to King's Landing or Old Town. And if Nyssa's stories were to be believed, and there was no point in not believing her, Darken was still planning to expand and improve the city.

The capital was divided into two parts, the Inner City and the Outer City. The outer part of the city, that is, the Outer City, went first. The harbour part was called the fish part, was the first thing a foreigner saw as soon as he landed in the harbour. It was simpler and one of the most densely populated parts of the capital.

Next came the small commercial and small artisan neighbourhoods. Here were settled, lived and worked craftsmen and tradesmen of little wealth with little experience or foreign tradesmen and craftsmen who had not yet earned the right to move to the Inner City. There were also the territories of a legion, which was in charge of security, and barracks for sailors and capital guards. There was also a whole street near them, which contained officials and servants of all ranks and directions, from tax collectors to judges.

Half an hour later they reached the first gate of the Inner City. It was made entirely of good iron with dragon designs, which Velarion liked. The wall of black stone, decorated with purple banners, was more than forty metres high. And inspired respect for their builder. The gates were opened and the procession proceeded through the first district of the city, called the Iron District, which was shaped like a ring around the next district, called the Silver District.The Iron District was divided into the Copper, Bronze, and Steel Districts. The Copper Quarter, as Nyssa said, was where the poorest of the Inner City lived, though considering that they still lived in the capital and made good money, they were called "poor" in the context of the capital. The Bronze Quarter was already home to some of the officials, merchants, and artisans of the area who had become full subjects of the crown. The Steel Quarter housed several legions of the emperor's soldiers.

Behind the gates made of pure silver, they as well as their walls were ten metres higher than the previous ones. By the way, these walls of the second ring were white in colour, and upon closer inspection, she realised that they were granite.

It was when they entered the Silver District that Alice's admiration for her son grew with even greater magnitude. It was the largest for the amount of population, three and four storey houses of different colours and material just mottled in Alice Velarion's eyes. It was the home of the nobility, the wealthy and the Dragon Corps.

The Imperial Alley was the road they travelled on, it was incredibly wide with two lanes that were separated from each other by a small path of flowers. Each of the alleys could accommodate about six wagons. The stone that lined the road was also white in colour, and fitted together very tightly. Nissa said that this road most closely matched the quality of Valyrian roads. And very soon there would be roads like this all over the empire.

Along the edges of the alleys were pavilions and temples dedicated to various gods. All the domes and roofs of the buildings were covered with gilding. As the same Mord-Sith had reported, this gold had been taken from the roofs of Empress Lang's palace and from the statues of golden harpies in New Gis.

Alice noticed in the distance a very huge circular shaped structure. But as soon as she thought of asking Nyssa about it, the brunette beat her to it and told her about an ancient structure that had been in the capital of Valyrian Freehold, the Colosseum. It was the same kind of structure that Darken Rahl had decided to build. And it served for entertainment, both for slaves and simple free people, and for noble persons. It was also the site of duels, rare trials and executions. But for the most part, it served as an arena for battles, circuses, and so on.

And here before them stood the huge Golden Gate and the walls of yellow stone, which were higher than the previous ones.

Passing through them Alice saw, at last, the People's Palace in its entirety. Its main part was in the form of a donjon that merged with the figure of a black coloured stone dragon, although it was red, gold and even black in colour. It was surrounded by a wall with a road that wrapped around the donjon like a spiral. Although she was not a great tactician, she understood that besides beauty, this structure had a defensive task. The place where her son dwelt had eight other roads with equal distance from each other and long to the next part of the complex. There were eight egg towers around the Main Donjon. About 30-40 metres high and topped in the shape of a huge egg. Each of these 'eggs' was of a different colour or even colouring of colours.

Nyssa immediately informed that those towers must belong to the Dragon Riders that serve Master Ral. So far, he has an incomplete set of eight Dragon Riders, or Dragon Lords as they are popularly known. Right now, there are only four such loyalists. They are Rhys Firestorm, Ocris Wyserion, Quentin Darstein, and Daario Naharis. However, His Majesty was still planning to make his general-less Red Spear a Dragon Rider as well in the near future.

Alice was now torn between the desire to see her son and to see the dragon in person. The legend that had first conquered much of Essos and then all of Westeros in its time. Still, she kept her cool.

After the long climb to the palace, they were caught up in the news brought by another woman of about the same age as Alice, but with bright wavy red hair.

- The Emperor had left urgently for the Hyrkun Homeland. Our newly annexed lands have been attacked by the Jogos-nhai hordes from the east.

- The warrior women of the Hircun Fiefdom now serve Darken? - I've heard that they don't like foreigners over them and are rarely hired for mere mercenary service, let alone for permanent loyal service as a vassal.

- Yes, six months ago, during His Grace's trip, he held some important negotiations, and the Hyrkun Fiefdom expressed a desire to join the expanse of a unified empire.

- I somehow let it slip over the news of Pentos joining D'Hara. I'm guessing Braavos is next?

- I don't think so," Miriam shook her head, "The generals have told His Majesty about it, but he doesn't want to conquer it for some reason. Perhaps he will tell you Lady Alice the reason, but he keeps it from us.

- I see." Velarion acknowledged the warrior's words.

- Allow me to escort you to your chambers. You must be tired from your journey. You can rest there, and if you need anything, you can ask Nyssa or me. The servants and guards have been warned about you as well.

- Thank you, Miriam.

For two more days Alice waited in the huge and luxurious chambers that had been allocated to her on her son's orders. There were almost no higher ranks or lords in the palace. Of the Small Council, there was only Admiral Mathis, Master of the Ships, and Miriam, who had been appointed Master of the Weapons. Everyone else was either in the former Wave Cities or in the Hyrkun Fiefdom.

The courtiers here were only represented as individual servants and officers of the First Cohort, which was housed on the lower floors of the palace.

There were many things to see in the People's Palace. For example, the library that belonged to the Emperor personally. It occupied an entire wing of the palace. Here were collected the rarest selected books, scrolls, maps from all over the world. Alice even came across books that were in a language she didn't even know, though because of her forced recluse she had plenty of time to learn new languages and read. So she could safely say that she knew most of the languages of the world. But this language and the symbols on the title page she did not recognise. But that wasn't the main feature either, it was the fact that the racks of books were floating in the air. And more than half of the shelves couldn't be reached simply by stairs. After all, as it was said, the library occupied a whole wing of the palace, but it should be noted that it was not one or two floors. It was from the ground floor to the penultimate floor at the top (the last was the floor that was entirely devoted to Darken's quarters). One solid room with a million different books in it.

This was where she spent most of her time.

After two long days, Darken Rahl had returned. She knew it when a loud roar rumbled through the air, making her shiver and even fear the unknown.

She jumped out of the library and raced closer to the window. There she could only see a few shadows of the large winged creatures that hovered over the People's Palace. She then ran up the stairs to the top of the roof. Running as fast as she could, she soon reached the roof of the Donjon. And then a truly mesmerising sight appeared before her. A huge dragon, black as darkness itself, was sitting on four legs, wagging its tail from side to side like a dog. But at the same time it was grinning terribly and staring at her with its eyes. They had the same eye colour, but it was the look of a predator that had seemingly found its prey, but on a mere command:

- Nightmare! That's my mother, she's not food! - Darken's voice came from behind Alice.

She turned around and saw the figure of her son, shrouded in Valyrian steel armour. She realised now that the dragon had more violet-coloured scales, which in turn were folded into the sort of 'veins' that ran all over his body. And something similar was going on with Darken's armour. Just as black and with the same violet-coloured elements. He held his helmet in his left hand, so she could contemplate his tanned face with a sweet smile and tempestuous gaze without obstruction.

- Darken. I missed you so much, son. - And then she hugged him.

He was a little taller than her, about half a head. She fumbled with his hair, which was tied up in a high ponytail and stretched down to his shoulder blades. "He's grown it out a lot since we last saw him," Velarion thought. He smelled of sweat, but his scent was not repulsive. On the contrary, she liked it.

- I'm the same way mum. I'm sorry I had to fly away just moments before you docked here, but business was urgent. My subjects needed me.

- I take no offence, of course, and I understand. What were the results of your journey east?

- Kayakayanaya was attacked by a large horde from Jogos-Nhagaya. My dragons incinerated almost the entire horde. I purposely left a few hundred nomads alone to relay to their brethren the events that took place there. So that they would not be tempted to attack my domain again. After that, I stayed for a day of feasting.

At those words, Alice noticed the hickeys and scratches on Darken's neck. A pang of jealousy and resentment flashed through her mind and heart. But she quelled it immediately.

- Let's go. I have much more to tell you and show you. It's your first time in the People's Palace and there's a lot you haven't seen. Some rooms are hidden by magic from outsiders. And I want to show them to you.

They walked hand in hand downstairs. When they reached the door to Darken's chambers, Alice realised that she had forgotten all about her fear of the Nightmare and her desire to see other dragons. Plus she wondered what other dragons were like and how they differed from each other. She also wondered how the roof of the Donjon had withstood the pressure of Nightmare's carcass and not collapsed? Magic? Perhaps, but she should have asked her son about that.

He had introduced her to many things and people in the palace. After browsing the many hidden rooms and laboratories where he often worked in his spare time on some discoveries not only in magic, but also in the simpler sciences: physics, chemistry, maths and medicine.

She also met all of Darken's generals and the Small Council of the Empire. Admiral Mathis, Master of Ships, Miriam Scarlet, Master of Weapons, Rhys Firestorm, Master of Dragons, Ocris Wyserion, Master of Coin, Archimaster Quibern, who was a new face to D'Hara, having arrived here only six months ago, was in charge of the Imperial Academy of Sciences, and according to Darken had often helped him with his research, he was a clever man.

To Alice's surprise the place of master over the whisperers was occupied by Mellaria Martell, which at her surprised and confused look gave her a reassuring smile as if she were a small child.

She could still understand Miriam's purpose, for she was a warrior from Sarnor, having served her son faithfully for a decade. But the wife of the ruler of Dorne....

In addition, Alice was surprised that the Hand and the Master of the Law were vacant. Though the latter's duties were shared between Okris, Mellaria, and Darken himself. They were working on a common, unified set of laws for the empire, taking into account the peculiarities of each region. Alice could admire her son for that alone. Robert Baratheon, for example, had done nothing at all since he sat on the throne. And war with the Ironborn doesn't count.

Alice, as his mother, began to attend such meetings, for the aforementioned knew who she was.

- Mum," Darken addressed her, "tell me, do you have any problems in Driftmark?

- Basically no," she shook her head negatively, "it's the same as always. The trials I do, the accounting of income and expenses, and the balls and tournaments. That's about all I have going on. Almost no changes.

- I meant the expansion of the spy network under Varys's nose and your progress on recruiting lords of the Realms.

- Ah! That's what you mean. It's hard enough doing things under Varys's nose, but little by little I'm bringing more loyal men into the palace. Plus, I understand there's a brash young player in King's Landing named Petyr Baelish. He hails from the Vale, a childhood friend of Lysa Arryn, wife of the Hand of the King. It was through her patronage that he was first recruited to the Gull City to collect taxes, and then six months ago his efforts were noticed by Jon Arryn himself and he was appointed the new Master of Coin.

- Yes, I have learnt much about him as well. - Darken smiled oddly, "Have your spies take a closer look at him.

- I will. And as for the lords, you know it is hard to do, despite your disappointment in your new king. The king's bannermen are tough nuts, though the former lord bannermen of the Targaryen kings, the Thorns, are likely to support a better candidate than Baratheon. So far, the current head of house thinks I'm secretly supporting the Targaryens, but that doesn't matter for now....

- Hm. He's kind of right about the Targaryens, Mother. When Pentos clashed, some of the Magisters died, including Illyrio Mopatis, who had Viserys Targaryen and Daenerys Targaryen, who I have them now. And I think when the time comes I will marry Daenerys to finally get the rights to the iron throne in the Seven Kingdoms. I'll need heirs anyway. And Targaryen's a pretty good choice.

- What about Viserys?

- I can't marry him, alas. - But I have other plans for him that will help me win the girl's favour. But I'll tell you and all of you about that later. Tell me another thing - how many warriors and knights do you have under your command?

- A thousand foot soldiers, a hundred and fifty cavalry and a hundred archers, and almost five dozen knights, and two dozen ships, they are trophies. My brother took them after the battle near Pike, or rather most of them, a couple of them built a year ago. - Alice answered proudly.

The House of Vellarion, though it had lost its former power, was still considered a house of kings and had both a fleet and an army of more than a thousand men. That's not insignificant in the context of Westeros, and especially not insignificant after the bloody war with the Ironborn.

- That's great, but have you considered increasing the size of your forces?

- To do that, I need extra income and space for barracks. Barracks can be built, but if I increase the number of my vassals or warriors, for example, I'll be hit hard.

- Don't worry about money. No one forbids you to trade with my empire at inflated prices for goods that you can provide us? That said, some "veterans" or "refugees" from Essos may find shelter with you, while turning out to be past veterans of several wars. These groups can be varied: Dothraki, D'Harans, Giskarans, Quartians, Unsullied, Sarnorians, and even warriors from the Hyrkun Fiefdom. Especially them. So you can also buy merchant and battle galleys in Braavos through a middleman for your fleet. And you can send Auran Waters straight here to the People's Palace to be my captain, if he has achieved so much in the sea, I could use such a man. But that's about the soldiers and the navy. Ocris will discuss with you later the amount of money that will be given to you through trade, but I think it will be at least a million gold dragons.

Velarion whistled at the amount of money that would be discussed. But she shook her head to ward off the obsession and continued to listen to the conversation. Very quickly, the conversation turned from the Seven Kingdoms to Essos. Darken had once again decided to build up the military strength of his empire. General Miriam had recommended thirty thousand more soldiers to defend the eastern borders, and they planned to add more war elephants and chariots.

Rhys began to hint after Miriam's suggestion that it would be a good idea for the D'Haran forces to invade the Summer Isles. Under the pretext of helping one prince among them. Now that ragamuffin was hanging around the court of the Usurper, but no one wants to help him reclaim his lands and he would most likely turn to Rahl. But no sooner had he made a case for his idea than he was criticised by Ocris and Darken himself, arguing that their armies were not infinite and that sending dragons was now provoking Baratheon into "revenge on the dragon bastards". They will defeat him, of course, but it will cause unnecessary problems and shifts in Darken's plotting.

Then there were more and more cases and situations. Until they had sorted out the most important thing for today.

Then it was evening and Alice relaxed for the first time during her stay. Darken's entourage, as well as himself and his mother, had arranged a small dinner where it was quite noisy. After all, Rhys had made sure there were plenty of dancers and musicians.

Alice was in a noticeably tipsy state. She had had too much to drink, which made her movements abrupt and clumsy. She spent almost the entire dinner in Miriam's company. Then the red-haired warrior went to Reece, who was the most drunk, and knocked him out, dragging him downstairs.

Alice didn't notice Mellaria coming over to her, she was brought to her senses by the voice of Doran's wife.

- You seem to have had too much to drink Alice. Oberyn taught you how to drink, but he didn't teach you how to do it properly.

- Oberyn taught me a lot of bad things, and he taught me a lot of evil. I don't see the point in bringing up that cheeky bastard. - The Lady of the Tides and Lord of Driftmark frowned at those words, "He brought me almost nothing good in my life.

- So nothing? What about Darken? He seems to be the fruit of your and Oberyn's love.

- Darken is my heart and my sole purpose in life. Until recently, I didn't know what to do or how to live. He has given me power and strength in his bloodline, but they mean little to me. He is my future and he is the meaning of my life. Now I live only for my son and his dreams.

- As a mother, I agree with you, Alice. I miss my children just as much. - I often write to them and they to me, but I don't get to see them very often. My heart is torn to pieces by the forced separation from them.

At these moments Alice wanted to hug Mellaria, for she understood her feelings.

- We have lost much to the Martell brothers, my dear. But we have gained something very important: our children, for whom we live. - Alice concluded.

- That's true. Take your Darken, for example. - They both looked at Rahl, who was surrounded by two Mord-Sith and a couple of dancers. - You know, he's very charismatic, smart, talented, strong and handsome. It's men like him that women like. - Velarion smiled at that, -But he is quite an unhappy child. Though he's grown up to rule an empire he built himself, he's got a backbone and a strong character, but deep down he's still that vulnerable child who was left alone in Tholos after your brother took you back. The one who so often finds himself in bed with so many women, looking for the warmth of a mother's embrace and kisses, but can't find them.

The prick of guilt lodged itself in Alice's heart again. And if the glass she held had been made of crystal, it would have burst from her grip.

- Did you see his body? - the Norwalker asked suddenly.

- What? What do you mean?

- His body is beautiful. He's like a god in a human body, the body of a skilled athlete with a Dornish tan, strong arms that hold you in the air, nice lips, long hair that slips through your fingers so easily. And in bed he's as unstoppable as a pack of hungry wolves. - and then she licked her lips. He's a wonderful lover. The best I've ever had in my entire life.

A strange feeling of resentment and jealousy flared in Velarion's heart again:

- Shut up and get away from me!

- Hm. Have a good time. - Norwoska smiled.

Mellaria stood up and before she walked away walked behind Alice's back, leaning in to her ear she also added:

- Give yourself and Darken what you so desperately need. The boy has lived without you for years and needs you, but you were gone, now you are, but you are not as close to him as you should be. He needs your love. You need to pay him back that "debt" in full. - and walked away, leaving Velarion to digest her words.

Alice went to her chambers, claiming to feel ill. But she could not sleep there. She poured wine on her thoughts.

After a while, she stumbled drunkenly to Darken's chambers. Boros, her son's bodyguard, did not even stop her to ask why she had come here. He looked at her silently as she entered her son's chambers.

When she entered, she was confronted with a scene that angered her. Darken was lying naked on the bed, flanked by the two dancers who had been hovering around him all evening.

- Get out of here! - Velarion growled.

The girls wanted to object, but with a kick to their arses, they were stopped by the Emperor and sent away.

- What's wrong, Mum? You've had too much to drink, is something wrong? - Darken asked worriedly.

Alice smiled in a haggard sort of way. She was no longer in a dress, but in a nightgown with a dressing gown of the same white colour thrown over it. Her hair was dishevelled, as if she had just woken up from sleep.

Warning! This is an 18+ scene.

- It happened. But I realised too late, my boy. - She smiled sadly as she approached him, -You've grown up so much, -she ran her palm over his chest, going lower, -You've become a beautiful man, the perfection that should exist in this world. But I rejected those thoughts to the last. Until today.

She pulled herself up on her toes and wrapped both arms around him. And then kissed him passionately on the lips.

- Mum? What are you doing? - asked a surprised Darken Rahl.

- I want to give you what you were born to have. You are my only son, my sunshine, my dream and my main goal in life. I love you my little boy and I will love only you and live only for you. - Alice answered him, freeing him from the rest of his clothes, "Besides, you were born to get everything from life. Part of that is that I don't want to go to bed with other men, because I am of dragon blood, the blood of Ancient Valyria. It's our tradition to go to bed with our own blood and flesh. - and pushed him onto the bed.

After that, she began to kiss him.

Darken admitted to himself that he had never felt such tenderness before. The lingering kiss had been harsh, even rough because of her intoxication. But still not lacking in tenderness and love.

When she broke the sweet kiss, she lifted herself up and began to throw off her dressing gown, and then she used her fingertips to hook the straps of her nightie and pull them down. Then the fabric slid over her shoulders, exposing her milky white skin and her luscious form.

Darken's arousal rose even more.

- Relax. - She smiled, and began to cover his body with kisses, moving lower and lower. Then, moving down to his groin, she began to caress the head with her tongue, circling it with her tongue. Hearing how languidly he sighed and making progressive movements up and down the head with her tongue, she gave her son a lot of pleasure.

The sensations for him were far more vivid than in previous experiences, perhaps for Darken it was because it was his own mother doing it. He impatiently grabbed Alice's hair and directly tucked it into his cock, and she took the hint immediately. As he took his cock fully in, she began to move her head rhythmically, licking the head. Stopping this action for a moment, Velarion lifted her lush breasts and placed her son's cock between them. He felt their softness and felt the tenderness and bliss of the breasts of one of the finest women in Westeros. After that, she began to move her breasts, sucking the head occasionally showing between her breasts.

For a long time Darken held out, he cummed directly into her mouth. His own mother - the thought intoxicated him as much as the wine.

And she obediently swallowed it all!

And licked the residue off his cock with great pleasure. After that she mounted the brunet. His cock was still erect, demanding to be continued, and involuntarily she remembered Oberyn. But she was brought out of her memories of her ex-husband by Darken kissing her, squeezing her breasts and massaging her nipples. Breaking away from her plump and tender lips, he began to suck on the nipples of the woman who had given him life, as if it were like when he was a child.

- Dara-a-arken! - she moaned, taking pleasure from her now more sensitive breasts.

Lifting herself a little higher, she lowered herself onto her son's cock with a groan. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his head. Soon, she began to thrust herself onto his cock, moving in rhythm with his cock. As her son did not want to be left out of such a pleasurable process.

Ral moaned, taking pleasure from the tight and wet woman. Finally, he cummed directly into her. Into his mother's womb. The place where he had come from.

After a couple of minutes, after a little breathing, Alice was pleasantly surprised to realise that his cock was still inside her and was clearly not going to lose its hardness and strength. At that moment she felt a penetration in her arse. Darken's fingers penetrated deeper and deeper, widening her anus, causing a small ache in the woman's arse.

- Mother, do you realise now that since you have expressed your desire to be not only my mother, but also a woman, you will fulfil my every wish on this bed? - Ral grinned.

- You are allowed everything, my boy! - The woman replied with a smile and kissed him. - You are my son. I live for you and I will be with you as long as you want me to be. I let you do whatever you want with me. You have the right to do so, I am all yours, so don't deny yourself anything.

Finally removing his fingers, Ral stood up and placed his mother in a knee-lock position.

Wrapping his arms around her lush breasts and kneading them, he began to penetrate her ass, causing her to cry out a little painfully. He began to move inside her arse, widening it.

- Slowly, please. - She moaned, writhing in a little pain. Darken listened to her and began to move a little slower, gradually increasing his speed. Soon Alice was asking him to go faster, and he began to pound her ass furiously, caressing her breasts.

Her ass was much narrower than her womb, Darken noticed, and it gave him a lot of pleasure to realise that his "father" hadn't bothered to get there first. And the thought that it was his mother's arse and he was the first one there was quite satisfying. A smirk crept onto his face. The thought made him move at double speed, thrusting his cock into Velarion's arse.

After a while, he could feel that the denouement was near. A little more and finally, they both cummed. Darken cummed in Alice's arse and began to come out of her. And the Lady of Tides slumped weakly on the bed face down.

She lay all sweaty and exhausted as her son watched her.

Over her lush luscious full breasts, her flat belly, her red pussy, her engorged thighs, her shapely long legs. Her skin glowed with moisture. It lent a certain savoury quality. He looked at her face, and those eyes looked at him with love. She was HIS PERSON from now on. Darken looked at her breathing heavily and could not resist the temptation. Once again he nestled his lips against hers, penetrating his tongue deep into her mouth.

- It is too early to rest. You've driven away two skilful maidens, so you'll have to work for two today, Mum. - he smiled.

- Of course, come to me, my boy. - Alice said languidly, wrapping her legs around his pelvis and giving him another passionate kiss.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Dorne.

Oberyn woke up suddenly after another feast and revelry with his beloved Ellaria. He was covered in sweat, and a strange sense of impropriety would not leave him.

- Oberyn," his beloved called out to him. - Why did you get up?

- I'm sorry, darling. I just had a strange feeling.

- Like what?

- Like I've been... Like I've been robbed or robbed of something. Or... I don't know, but it's just made me feel resentful.

- Hmm. Put it out of your mind. Come to my place if you can't sleep.

To be continued...