Aenar Targaryen (296 A.C. Second Moon)
Greywater Watch Aenar's Chambers
Aenar knew where he was now when he woke to awareness of deep blackness. "Ah, there he is, the dragonlord. A year since we first spook," The Voice began.
"It is, and my life changed in a way that I do not wish to see returned," Aenar replied. "Soon, the world will hear their song again, and with the promise of new life, of scale, and of the flesh." The voice added.
"Well, soon we traveling to Winterfell to my cousin nameday. Then I shall go to the Wall. It was planned." Aenar replied, then he repeated the words in his head. 'of scale and of flesh.'
"Oh, do you mean to say I'm to be a father?" He asked, confused. "Of scale and of the flesh." The voice replied skepticly. Aenar crumbled in annoyance.
"I can only say so much. It will begin when you will bleed a star." The voice added. Before he felt himself awaking.
"Aenar, happy nameday?" A husking voice said, waking. As Aenar opened his eyes, he saw Alysanne Sand, a vision of beauty. She had the gracefulness that came with house Dayne and the cold edge of the Stark. Her grey eyes, specked with violet, always melted him as he looked into them, as did now, and her flowing black hair lay on her shoulder and his chest.
"I'm ready, I want you all tonight. You are three and ten today. I thought it would be a fine gift. " Alysanne said, her voice dreamy. "You, sure?" He asked as her head rested on his chest and her divine naked body pressed against him. In the last nine moons, they had come together, growing closer. Quicker than he had expected. Yet he held her heart, and she his. All that time, they had lain together, giving the other pleasure, yet he had refrained from taking her maidenhead. As it would make that decision final. So they waited, and he was happy about it. He gave them both time to explore.
"Yes, I am. These past nine moons have been liberating. I possibly found the love of my life, the future father of my children, and a future I would never have imagined." Alysanne said longly. Her words stirred a passion as they always did. Aenar felt him grow hard at words as his cock pressed up against her tight.
"Also, it seems you agree," Alysanne said with a smirk as she maneuvered her cunt over his, slowly riding it over his erect cock. Together, letting out a small moan. "You, little vixen, but yes, my love, I would be honored. You know that after we take that step. I will always take care of you, Alysanne? Not I wouldn't do now, but may the Old Gods, The New, and whatever visit my dreams strike me down if I broke it." Aenar proclaimed before kissing her passionately and holding her tightly against his chest.
"I know you will, or I wouldn't have gone this far. My love, as well, even let you kiss Meera truly on her nameday. However, I wouldn't be surprised if Meera is open to more, even if she has only turned two and ten. Perhaps in the future, we can play together," Alysanne added with a smirk as she continued to slide over his cock. Well, it seems her dronish ancestry is also servicing.
"Well, I shall oblige her, but I want my star today," Aenar growled, kissing her again as he looked at those grey eyes and purple-speckled eyes. 'Perhaps only Dany's, Sansa's, and Arya's eyes were just as beautiful.' Aenar mused.
"So, how can I be of service this earlier morning, my Lady?" Aenar asked as he rolled them around and lay on top of her, caressed her breast, and pinched a nipple, which made her moan. "I would love to have the Lord's kiss." She said, half moaning into his mouth. "As my Lady, command," Aenar replied as he worked his way down her body, kissing in vigor.
Her pubic hair was raven black. His tongue went down to the flows of her cunt. She was already wet for him as his tongue went to work. It was wonderful to taste her juices as he quickly made her come. "Oh, Aenar, please. More!!" She moaned loudly. So he did and inserted a finger inside of her. And his free hand went down one breast. Making her nipple stiffen in arousal. "Yes, Aenar." She moans again. After more name shouts, her juices came flowing out of her.
"You taste wonderful, my love," Aenar said as he approached her. "Yes, I can smell myself in your mouth," Alysanne replied as she kissed and grabbed closer.
Thinking back on what Alysanne did before, he starts to move cock closer and grind against her cunt and nubbin. Making himself and her moan in unison. "A little warm-up for the evening," Aenar breathed out in a moan.
Alysamme juices from before made a very pleasant experience. "Oh, my star," he moaned, kissed her neck, and held her tightly. "Yes, more, my dragonwolf," Alysanne moaned.
His desired build, as his cock slit up and down, the lips of her cunt. 'Wonderfull,' Aenar thought with a groan of pleasure. He felt the hotness of it, and he knew soon he would spill. "Alysanne," Aenar groaned, spilling his seed on her stomach.
"Well, if that is only a tip, I think we will have a wonderful time in the evening," Alysanne added, panting, and kissed him.
"Well, I hope so," Aenar said with a smile. "Come, let's ask for a bath so we can wash. We are both far too sweating and sicky to go out." He added, and she nodded in agreement.
After washing and preparing themselves, Jon and Alysanne walked into the main hall to break their fast. "Morning, everyone," Alysanne greeted and received the usual response from those present.
As they sat down, Howland was the second to wish him well for his nameday. "Jon, congratulation on your nameday, three and ten. For it, we have dinner prepared by the lords who have arrived in the great hall. Some great dishes have been prepared. I hope you will enjoy it."
"Thank Howland, I'm sure I will enjoy it," Aenar replied with a grind. 'Hmm, I hope lizardlion, I wouldn't mind some of that. Another tasty thing I have tonight.' Aenar wondered as he looked from Howland to Alysanne.
Then Howland looked at him again. "Jon, how are you feeling about returning to Winterfell."
Aenar looked at him and smiled warmly, "Yes, I'm excited to see my family again, and after traveling to the Wall to see my uncle, it will be a great experience." Before anyone else could say something, he continued, "Also, I wanted to ask, who will join me on the journey to the Wall? I know Allyn will, but who else?" He looked around the table.
Jojen spoke up, saying, "I want to come if you allow it, father."
"Truly, Jojen, you want to journey to the Wall?" Howland asked, intrigued. "Yes, I think it will be a valuable experience to go, and it seems I will travel north anyway at some point. I have seen it in my visions. I thought, why not go now and see it for myself? Besides, the farther north we go, the stronger my warging and greendreams abilities become," Jojen explained.
"Very well, I will join myself. But Meera, I want you to return to Greywater Watch after we leave Winterfell, following the nameday feast of Arya Stark. This way, you can help your mother while we are gone for several moons. It will also give you valuable ruling experience, which I'm sure will be useful in the future," Howland said.
Meera's desire to join the journey to the Wall was evident in her eyes, but she respected her father's decision. With a nod, she accepted her assigned duty and silently vowed to fulfill it to the best of her abilities.
"Well, I will join as well. I'd rather not be apart from you, my love," Alysanne added longingly, placing a hand on Aenar's and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Sure, you can join, but remember, it will be a long journey. This will be your first experience with horse riding, so I must warn you that you'll be sore, and it will be hard." He gave her a knowing look.
"Yes, I know, but I'm willing to endure some pain to stay with you," Alysanne replied, giving him a smug look.
"Oh, you little vixen." He replied, giving her a kiss, "Okay, don't complain to me when you're sore. I have warned you." Aenar raised his arms in mock surrender.
Ashara interjected, saying, "Protect my daughter, or your head will be forfeited if she doesn't return to me." She gave Jon a look that could kill. Aenar assured her, "Of course, my Lady. Your daughter's safety is of paramount importance to me."
Addressing Arthur, Howland asked, "Well, what about you, Harrold? Are you excited to get out of the Neck?"
Arthur replied, "Well, I am leaving for a purpose, although I would rather stay with both of you." It was true that a Kingsguard was supposed to stay with their king, but now he had Allyn, who was quite advanced in swordplay and handling weapons. The past ten moons in the Neck had drilled him in several weapon types, particularly the greatsword and dual wielding, which he found most enjoyable.
"Harrold, we will be fine. On the journey to Winterfell, we will have Howland, and perhaps my father will send some men with us to the Wall. Besides, you have trained me these past ten moons. What kind of man would I be if I can't take care of myself?" He reassured him sternly. 'They had spoken about Arthur traveling to Iron Bank and gaining the Targaryen funds. After, he would travel to a true and ancient ally of his house.'
"Yes, you have trained well, but you are still far too important to be alone. As you well know, Jon," Arthur said sternly.
"But your mission to the east and then to the south is far more important. I trust no one else to see it through. Besides, a perceived death knight is best for the job." Aenar clarified that sometimes, other duties were more important than personal safety.
"Very well, but we will train every day until you depart, and it will be harder than before. I will make sure you are hardened, so be ready for cuts and bruises, Jon," Arthur added grimly. "Well, I expected nothing less, Harrold," Aenar replied, giving Arthur a grin.
The dinner continued as usual, with people discussing the day's business and sharing any interesting news. They also made preparations for his nameday feast, which brought a bright smile to his face. 'This has never happened before. It will be a welcome change.' Aenar mused fondly.
Aenar and Arthur prepared themselves for their sparring session, their eyes locked with determination. A faint grin appeared on Ser Arthur's face as he taunted him, "Are you ready, Jon, to taste defeat?" He responded confidently, "As long as you are prepared to face my resilience, Ser Harrold." With that, the clash of their blades commenced the sound of steel slicing through the air.
Their swords collided with such force that Aenar could feel the tremor reverberating through his arms. Despite his best efforts, it didn't take long for Ser Arthur to exploit an opening, delivering a swift kick that sent Jon off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Ser Arthur pressed forward relentlessly. He fought valiantly, attempting to block the onslaught of strikes, but at the last moment, Ser Arthur shifted his attack, aiming a cunning undercut toward his legs.
Although Aenar managed to parry one blade, Ser Arthur's left sword found its mark, striking Aenar's leg. A grunt of pain escaped Aenar's lips as he fell to the ground, his eyes widening as he found Ser Arthur's blades poised at his throat. "Do you yield?" Ser Arthur inquired, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. Aenar conceded defeat, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and admiration, "Yes, I yield. Curse you, Harrold. You move like the wind. Let us continue. Such intense sparring will undoubtedly yield great results." Despite the pain, a smile graced Aenar's face.
"Well, in that case, rise and ready yourself for another round," Ser Arthur responded, his grin widening. And so, the grueling session continued, sweat dripping from their brows, bruises blossoming across their bodies, and blood staining their clothes. Ser Arthur connected with a couple of strikes, but Aenar refused to yield. He realized that Ser Arthur had held back in their previous bouts, choosing to impart knowledge rather than vanquish him completely. Had Ser Arthur fought at this level from the beginning, Aenar would have grown frustrated. Nonetheless, he persevered, matching his mentor's intensity, even though he still fell short of surpassing him.
Aenar bowed slightly, expressing his gratitude quietly, "Thank you for your guidance, Ser Arthur. I believe that by the end of this month, I will have honed my skills, Master at Arms." Ser Arthur dismissed the formalities, a somber tone creeping into his voice as he replied, "No need for thanks, Jon. You are a commendable student, possessing the same tenacity and stubbornness as your father. When he set his mind to something, he would not rest until he achieved it, though it often brought him melancholy." A solemn expression crossed Ser Arthur's face. "Do not lose yourself in the pursuit of a grand destiny. Savor the journey, for along the way, you may discover great and wondrous things," Arthure advised, his hand resting on Aenar's shoulder, a gentle smile gracing his features.
Aenar contemplated his mentor's words, appreciating the wisdom they held. "Thank you, Ser Arthur. I shall bear that in mind. An unhappy leader is a detriment to all. Look at what we know of King Robert. Though he may not have loved my mother, he became consumed by her absence. His pursuit of pleasure, wine, women, fighting, and tournaments led him astray, something to cover up her absence. Causing him to neglect his true responsibilities. We must learn to temper our vices. We can indulge in them sparingly without allowing them to dominate our lives, lest we become like Robert," Aenar remarked, his voice filled with conviction. Ser Arthur's smile broadened, and the respect in his eyes was evident.
"Perhaps you shall be the embodiment of their best qualities. Remember, Jon and Robert are also your blood and great-cousin. Similar to Maester Aemon's presence at the Wall. Yet, I shall never forgive him for slaying my friend and my king. The kinslayer is forever cursed," Ser Arthur retorted, venom lacing his words. Aenar's voice dropped to a hushed tone as he swallowed hard, a determined glint in his eyes. "If the time ever comes, Ser Arthur, and fate grants me the opportunity, I shall face him in a duel. However, I hold dear my father's teachings: 'The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.' But for this particular instance, would you end it for me? As much as I may harbor hatred and perhaps pity for the man, I cannot bear the burden of being a kinslayer," Aenar confessed, his gaze fixed upon the ground.
Without hesitation, Ser Arthur pulled Aenar into a tight embrace, whispering an oath of unwavering loyalty, "I will, my king. My sword is forever yours until the end of my days." Aenar's gratitude flowed through his words as they embraced, "Thank you, Ser Arthur." He replied quitly, and together, they made their way to the hall to partake in a well-deserved luncheon,
Nameday feast
Normally, Howland would sit at the end of the table with his wife, yet not this evening. Tonight, that place of honor belonged to him. This nameday had already been the best he could remember. In the morning, he had woken in his lover's arms, and throughout the day, he had enjoyed the well-wishes and attention of the people of Greywater Watch.
As everyone settled into their seats in the great hall, Aenar rose to his feet. He let his gaze sweep over the gathered crowd before speaking.
"Thank you all for coming today," he began. "These past nine moons have been the most liberating and freeing of my life. Do not mistake me. I love my family. Yet, at Winterfell, I was always the bastard of Winterfell. Here, I have not felt that. Here, I am part of the Neck. I am one of you." His words were met with cheers.
Howland stood next, lifting his cup. "To my ward, Jon Snow, tamer of the great hunters of the Neck."
"To the Great Warg!" another voice called out, and Aenar felt pride swell within him. This was what his cousins' namedays had been like.
"To Jon Snow!" Arthur proclaimed, his voice rich with pride.
As the cheers settled, the first course was brought forth. Roasted duck with cranberry sauce, followed by smoked fish and other creatures of the Neck, all expertly seasoned and salted. Once the feast was underway, Howland rose again to announce the first round of gifts.
The first gift was from Howland himself. "My dear ward, in these past nine moons, you have truly grown. You have learned our ways and proven yourself a great hunter and warg—something all the people of the Neck can take pride in. Many centuries ago, your ancestor defeated our Great Warg King. It has been an honor to watch you develop those same skills here. You have claimed a great river claw and earned my own sigil for your companions.
"To mark this occasion, and in honor of your three-and-ten nameday, I grant you a retinue of one hundred Neck marksmen. All volunteers, sworn to fight for you and serve loyally at Moat Cailin or wherever you may wish to lead them." He finished with a proud smile.
Aenar was momentarily stunned. A hundred Neck marksmen were a boon for any lord. He recalled how Bloodraven had demonstrated the power of skilled archers during the Blackfyre Rebellions. A smile crept onto his face.
"Thank you, my lord," he said earnestly. "I accept this gift with great honor. I am sure their aim will be true if ever the need arises."
As Howland took his seat, Meera and Jojen stepped forward. Meera spoke first. "Jon, these past nine moons, you have become a true friend to Jojen and me. To show our gratitude and joy, please accept this longbow, fashioned after those of the Lords of the Neck." He looked at the bow, one made of weirwood.
Aenar smiled warmly. "Come here," he said, pulling both of them into a firm embrace. Meera eagerly returned the hug, and even Jojen, usually the most reserved of the three, joined in with unexpected enthusiasm.
"Thank you," Aenar murmured. He pressed a grateful kiss to Meera's cheek, then clasped Jojen's shoulder, giving him a firm, brotherly pat on the back.
After Meera and Jojen returned to their seats, two lords of the Neck stepped forward with their own gifts. One presented him with a lizard-lion belt and a matching quiver, while the other gifted him a satchel crafted from beautifully worked elk hide. Aenar thanked them both and promised to speak with them more thoroughly in the morning.
As the second round of courses was served, his favorite dish from the Neck was brought out lizard-lion prepared in various ways: smoked, salted, grilled, and, his personal favorite, slowly cooked in a stew with mashed potatoes, onions, and carrots. He raised his cup toward Howland. "Thank you for the feast, Howland. The food, the gifts everything has been wonderful."
"You're welcome," Howland replied with a quiet smile. "It's been a true change since you arrived. You have been slowly shedding your Jon Snow name." He gave Aenar a firm pat on the back before rising once more to announce the next round of gifts.
Allyn, his loyal protector, stepped forward carrying two items. "Jon, in the name of Lord Stark himself, please accept this wolf cloak. There is also a letter attached." He handed over the well-crafted cloak.
Aenar ran his fingers over the fabric, a look of nostalgia crossing his face. "Wonderful. It reminds me of the one my father wears."
"The second gift is from your siblings," Allyn continued, presenting a castle-forged war axe with another letter attached.
Arthur then stepped forward. "Brightest student in the art of swordplay," he began. "A sword is both an attack and a defense. To guard you in future battles and fights, may this weirwood shield protect you against all foes." He placed the shield in Aenar's hands.
Aenar's breath hitched slightly as he took in the emblem painted upon it, a laughing weirwood tree. He swallowed hard, emotions warring within him. "Thank you, Ser Harrold. A true gift." His voice was steady, but the weight of the moment pressed against him.
"Use it well," Arthur said, bowing before returning to his seat.
The feast carried on, the hall filled with laughter and the clinking of cups. More food was brought forth, and the warmth of companionship filled the air.
As the evening wore on, Aenar felt a gentle touch at his arm. He turned to find Alysanne by his side, her gaze steady and filled with unspoken words. With a final nod to Howland and to the crowd, he rose from his seat and took Alysanne hand. Together, they slipped from the hall, leaving the warmth of the feast behind as the night stretched before them.
Alysanne Sand (295 A.C. Second Moon)
Alysanne and Aenar walked hand in hand toward his room. She felt giddy and nervous, knowing what would soon happen.
Aenar looked toward his back, and then he turned around. He pressed her against the door of his chamber and soon found herself passionately kissing her. Her arms were around Aenar's neck, pulling him closer as she felt Aenar's hands on her butt, tenderly squeezing it.
"Alys," Aenar groaned. "We should go inside." She exclaimed breathlessly. "Sorry, I was too excited. I need to kiss you." Aenar added, grinning, as open the door.
The door opened, and her heart raced as they entered the room. The fire had been lit, and the four eggs, one now her own, laid crackling in the fire.
Aenar led both to bed, and he soon lay half on top of her. His kisses found her neck, shoulders, and chest. "Aenar," She moaned. After a time, he stopped. "I must say, you look beautiful. Your eyes glitter and shine like the sun." He said, leaning in to kiss her lips. The warmth of his lips on hers sent a delightful sensation through her body. Their tongues danced for dominance as they kissed with increasing vigor.
Her heart raced as they locked eyes. 'Aenar's grey-purple eyes, a blend of the Stark and Targaryen eye colors, held a mesmerizing quality like hers. If you looked at Aenar, you couldn't say he didn't have the Valyrian beauty; that wasn't only his face. The rest was just as beautiful.' Alyassne mused.
"Are you all right? We don't have to do any of this if you don't want to, my star," Aenar asked, his expression filled with pure adoration and love.
"I want to," she whispered, her voice filled with certainty. "I don't want anyone else. You and I are all I need." Alysanne leaned in and kissed him passionately, reaffirming her desire. She knew that Aenar would have relationships with other women, but she trusted him completely. She knew he would never abandon her.
"Well, for the record, I want this too," Aenar said, his voice steady. "So, I'll go first." With that, he rose from the bed.
Aenar walked toward his desk and put the two letters he had received from her father and siblings. Then he began to strip, and soon, she found herself gazing at his bare body. His manhood did already stand proud. They had slept together like this before, naked, exploring one another, touching the places they both longed to be touched. This morning they had been close to starting fucking since they started their relationship. But this moment felt different. Knowing what was about to happen made it infinitely more intimate.
"Shall I help you," He asked as he kissed. "Yes, help me," Alysanne replied, smiling. Blushing, as she glanced down at his manhood. Soon, they were both naked and kissing, and both of them were caressing each other bodies, both letting little moans of pleasure.
"You look very beautiful, my dragon," Alysanne proclaimed after they stopped kissing. Her hand was on his torso. She could feel her cunt becoming wet with anticipation. "You, as well, my star," he said huskily.
Soon, his kissing found her neck, and his right hand soon slipped between her legs, slowly crassing her nub. "So wet," Aenar groaned into her neck. As he kissed her right breast, then he slowly sucked her nipple. "Aenar," She moaned.
Aenar's kiss went further down her body until he arrived at her cunt. His hot breath felt tinkly at her cunt. "You are already flowing, my star. Let me give more to cry for." Aenar grinned and started kissing her cunt, which made her gasp up in pleasure, moan his name, and grip the bed sheets. He licked her with vigor. His tongue made short work of her. She was anticipating this moment the entire day and finished in a few moments.
"Oh, my, Aenar, Aenar, Aenar," Alysanne moaned as she climaxed. Climbing on top of her, he whispered. "I do love you, Alysanne, and I always will," Aenar affirmed and kissed her deeply. She held him tightly against her. "Do you still want to do this, my love? We can still stop it if you want?" He asked her, looking at her with those grey-purple orbs. "Yes, I want it still, and I love Aenar with all my heart. Until the of my days," Alysanne replied as she kissed him hungrily.
Aenar nodded in response, "Tell me if it hurts too much, and I will stop," He added as he guided his cock toward her entrance. She nodded and looked into his eyes, full of love.
As Aenar pushed his cock slowly inside her wet cunt. As he pushed through her maidenhead, the was a small, sharp pain that made her hiss. But it was not too unpleasant. She felt him inside and thanked the old gods and the new he prepared her. As the juices of her climax helped, as it helped the movement of his cock inside her.
"Alysanne, are you okay," Aenar asked as he kissed her neck. "Yes, just move a little. It will be fine." She replied.
As he was bid with vigor, Aenar started moving inside her. Making her cunt throb with an ache but not unpleasant. She heard him moan as he moved. "Well, your mouth and top of your cunt felt good, Alysanne, but the inside is a true bliss." Aenar proclaimed huskily as he kissed her deeply and started to increase the pace of his movements.
As her cunt adjusted to Aenar's cock, it started to feel better, and they both settled into bliss. "Oh, Aenar." Alysanne moaned as she held on to him tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist. Not much later, Aenar's breathing started to more racked, as where his movements were more sloppy, and she knew he was approaching his climax.
"Alysanne, I'm close, I should pull out. Unless you wanted me to slip my seed inside you." Aenar asked under a labored breath. "No, give all of you, my love," Alyssane replied, and he kissed her hungrily. As his pace increased and ended with a couple of deep thrusts inside her.
A shiver ran through her as she felt his warmth seed filling her, their moans mingling in the aftermath of release. He collapsed against her, both of them breathless, their bodies still tangled together.
After a moment, Aenar lifted his head, concern flickering in his violet eyes. "Did I hurt you?"
She smiled softly, brushing his damp hair from his forehead. "Never. Most women feel some pain their first time, but you prepared me well."
His cock softened inside her, the lingering closeness making her sigh contentedly. "It felt wonderful," she whispered, tracing lazy circles on his back. "After some rest, we can do it again."
Aenar chuckled, kissing her gently. "You're insatiable, my love." She only smiled, pulling him down into another kiss.
She asked hungrily. "Well, if you give me a couple of minutes, I'm pretty sure I can be at the surface again, my lady," Aenar replied with a grin and kissed her lips.
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