JAENYX III
Jaenyx was locked in a passionate kiss with Visenya at her chambers in Dragonstone's castle. The ironborn prince and the Arrogant king's letter both did much to make their family anxious. While they could rely on their dragons to protect them, there were still too many unknowns lurking around the island. Lord Targaryen had graciously invited his daughter and good-son to stay the night at the castle, allowing them to use Visenya's old chambers even though it was still hers since no one else slept in them. They would reconvene later that night after evening sup to further discuss their course of action regarding the ironborn prince, the Arrogant king at Storm's End, and the missing Rahitheon man. For Jaenyx, he intended to take care of a few pieces of business before the meeting after evening sup. Him being lost in his wife's body was one of them.
Their union lasted one year and their bond became unbreakable during that time. Jaenyx's revealing of how his mother died prompted Visenya to share her own secrets, some of which were related to her study of blood rituals. The biggest she shared was when she killed her first man after a dispute gone wrong while visiting the Arbor as a guest of House Redwyne. The man, a knight sworn to House Redwyne, looked at her inappropriately and he got angry when she actually confronted him about it. The knight was not pleased that a woman talked back to him, so he moved to paw at her intimate places. Before he touched her, Visenya pulled out her dagger and stabbed through the knight's lower jaw, watching him choke on his blood before she had to flee the area. Although that man was her first kill, she did not puke nor think twice like those who took a life. Instead, she felt gratified from spilling the blood of a man who tried to have his way with her. Visenya said that Lord Redwyne was very displeased at her conduct, but only told her to leave when even he couldn't deny what the knight tried to do.
Jaenyx had only been with a woman once, and that time involved too much sadness and drink for it to be a clear memory. He had never considered himself a sweet talker with the ladies, as his brother Gaerys or "Gary" was exactly that for the ladies and better suited to negotiating with other people. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened had Gary lived instead of him, as Jaenyx knew firsthand the burdens that came with being a leader and there were times when he wanted to simply pass the reins to someone more interested. Gary might have gotten more from Lord Targaryen if he had led his people to Dragonstone.
Remember, do not dwell on what is not here anymore. Only thing that is within your power is moving forward, without worrying about the ghosts of the past, were Master Haru's words. He could not properly mourn for his parents and brother since assuming the responsibilities as a leader, but Jaenyx knew that there were more important things at the present. And right now, he was in the loving embrace of an incredible woman, one who could take care of herself and one who entrusted her life in his hands while he entrusted his into hers.
Falling onto the bed, the one where they spent their first night as man and wife, Jaenyx felt his arms pinned above his head while Visenya gave him a rather forceful kiss. Tongues fighting for dominance, Jaenyx winced as he felt her bite his lower lip. She kissed down from his lips to necks, giving more bites along the way. Not willing to let her have all the fun, Jaenyx rolled her onto the bed and kissed her all the way down to her bosom. Satisfied with how she moaned when he put his lips on her cleavage, he leaned up and took off his tunic, exposing his chest to her lustful eyes. She reached up and ran her hands along his well-defined abdominals before pulling his face down for another kiss. While their mouths were on each other, Jaenyx hiked up her dress and tore away her underclothes, his fingers penetrating her entrance as she let out a loud gasp.
"Oh my gods, Jae! Please don't stop!" he heard her plea.
"Why would I, Vis, when I can feel you getting wetter?" Jaenyx pushed his fingers harder against the sides of her clit, the crescendoing of her moans spurring him further. Remembering something from the last time he'd been with a woman, he pulled his fingers out, moved further down the bed, and placed his head between her legs. His tongue licking the sides of her entrance earned him even louder moans from Visenya, prompting him to push further into her.
Before he could push his tongue more into her, Jaenyx felt Visenya lean up, grab him by his underarms, and pull him up to her face. Purple eyes locking with each other, Visenya undid his breeches and wrapped her legs around his hips. "Get inside me now!" she ordered. He didn't need her command as he placed a strong kiss on her lips and slid inside her.
Jaenyx slammed into her at a fiery pace, the noise of their hips smacking together filling the chambers along with their intense wails of pleasure. Visenya clawed at her husband's back, her nails scratching all over and a few whines of pain escaping Jaenyx's mouth while still locked in their kiss. Instead of easing off his back, he felt his wife dig deeper, pleased that her husband was allowing his feelings to be released in their bed in contrast to his normally icy and restrained demeanor. Jaenyx did not know if he should be worried that she took pleasure in putting him in a little bit of pain as they coupled, but she told him that it was a small price to pay if it willed him into being more expressive with her and not be so consumed with his duties as a leader.
Jaenyx learned that Visenya liked their lovemaking to have adventure and at least some pain, which she said was how real pleasure was obtained. The one time where he tried to be gentle with her the night after their wedding night, she gave him a right hook to the jaw and got him in a headlock while strongly grasping his cock. Seeing her smile at his pain startled him, but he then fought back with an equal intensity as he pinned her down. He would either pin her down or she would, but she expected both of them to give all they got. It was a process that felt… refreshing to Jaenyx, as it served as proof that nobody fucked with his wife, in the metaphorical sense. They either committed fully, or they were denied Visenya's fidelity. Jaenyx's acquiescence to his wife's wishes earned him the latter, in full.
Noticing that Visenya still had her dress on, Jaenyx ripped the top of her dress, exposing her breasts and bare torso to his ravenous mouth. He latched onto her right nipple as he thrusted harder into her.
"Jae….." he heard Visenya moan. Moving onto her left nipple, he left one of her hands grab his silver hair, pulling on them as they both reached their climax. "Fuck, Jae!" was her final shout before she felt Jaenyx spill into her. Jaenyx felt his breath hold and his body paralyzed as waves of pleasure passed through both of them. A sharp exhale left both of them as Jaenyx fell on her and both were left to catch their breath.
Her ruined dress still draping her nude form, Jaenyx ran his hand against Visenya's flat and muscled belly, her years spent training in combat sculpting into the perfect warrior goddess. The skin on her arms and legs tightened around her lean but powerful muscles while her magnificently-defined abdominals and her blissfully-proportioned breasts would make any man drool in lust over her. It certainly did for Jaenyx, a fact that Visenya exploited constantly to make him do her bidding.
"Daijoubu desu ka?" Visenya asked with slight concern while using a little bit of the nihongo he taught her. Even though she liked putting Jaenyx in a little pain to make their lovemaking more fulfilling, she was thoughtful enough to ask afterwards.
"Daijoubu," Jaenyx responded, smiling at her concern after their lovemaking. He turned her towards him and gave her a deep kiss. "Getting better every time, Vis."
"I think that's the point of making love," Visenya rolled her eyes. "First time was great, but everytime should be better lest we start thinking we picked the wrong person."
"Not sure if we had a choice at the first time," Jaenyx pointed out. He got a playful slap to his chest.
"Admit it. You wanted to ride me the moment you saw me," she snarked.
"Only after I took off your dress." Technically true, even though Jaenyx did see her as a beautiful specimen before their wedding.
"Fuck you." Jaenyx found it amusing to see her swear at him, one thing that she got her Velaryon mother. "Still, at least you're not your unapproachable self when we're in our bed. You know just how to please me." She twirled her fingers around his pecs.
Jaenyx shrugged. "Only a dragon can please a dragon. And this is just me fulfilling my promise to make you mine and mine alone."
Jaenyx saw Visenya gaze at him lovingly, pulling into a kiss before she rolled him onto his back. She straddled his cock while she pulled down her ripped dress, the fabric falling off her shoulders and pooling around her waist to expose her bare form to her husband. "Just as I am yours, you are mine. You're not the only one who gets to rule our bed."
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Jaenyx stared at the ceiling, running his hand along his wife's naked body as she slept. He didn't dare think about other matters as they engaged in their lovemaking, as Visenya would know instantly and would knee him in the balls for being distracted. Jaenyx had yet to learn how to separate the handling of his exterior life from his personal life, but Visenya gave him a good start. After four times of writhing in pain from being kneed and allowing her to take full control while he still recovered, he became fully concentrated in their lovemaking and then cursed himself for even being slightly inattentive to his wife.
As Visenya lay snuggled against his side as she dozed off from exhaustion, something lingered in Jaenyx's mind. He could accept that Vaeron's kidnapping by the ironborn could've been a coincidence, an instance of bad luck in being robbed and assaulted by Hoare's bannermen. However, another Rahitheon going missing at the Wendwater in the Stormlands, along with the Arrogant king most certainly knowing what happened, pushed such thoughts aside. That, and the fact that he could not afford to judge every misfortune befalling his people as instances of bad luck lest he become passive in his leading and protecting them.
Jaenyx could tell that his education so far had been met with a mixed reception among the more Westerosi members of the Targaryen household. Quenton Qoherys, the castle's master-at-arms and carrying the blood of Valyria, was the most skeptical in that while he acknowledged the benefits of his training, he clearly said that Jaenyx's way of fighting would not work against those in plate armor and that his katana and wakizashi would likely fail to do damage against armored knights. Jaenyx was a strong believer in his training by Master Haru, but he was not so stubborn to ignore commentaries from an outside perspective. Master Haru taught him the importance of adaptability to one's environment, something that both he and Qoherys shared in their teachings despite their differing interpretations. He spent the last year reading how knights fought and observing closely Aegon and Orys' styles, the closest things to knights available to him.
Yet, Qoherys lacked knowledge of one area that was just as important as battles, an area that Master Haru acquired from his years as a warrior-turned operative in Yi-Ti: spying. Konno Haru saw his previous lord be executed by the Yi-Ti emperor, causing him to be a drifter and forcing him to sell his sword to survive. He then came across a band of men dressed in black cloaks and wielding daggers, all of whom were also drifters. They held no loyalty to any lord and received payment to completing tasks such as assassination, spying, and sabotage under the cover of night. Haru relished his new life, as he was able to take revenge on the lords who had disgraced his liege lord and getting satisfaction after seeing their hypocrisy in unobstructed view from the shadows. He learned much from his time there before leaving with a group and coming across Jaenyx's family.
Master Haru imparted onto him the many aspects coming from spying as well as educating him on one's basic motivations. Be it a lord or a beggar, all men and women were motivated by basic desires such as money, power, sex, and approval. In developing an agent, Master Haru stated that you started with something as innocuous as asking for directions. Then, you attempted to strike up conversations that slowly delved into more intimate topics such as family. Developing trust was key, along with intuition on how to seek the things you want from the agent. Throughout the process, you utilize what has been revealed to your advantage and put pressure on the weak points. Finally, you exploit the agent's desires to obtain what you want or need. Such was a basic framework that Haru taught Jaenyx.
Jaenyx reflected on his lessons with Master Haru as he tried to figure out who knew about where the Rahitheon traders would be. It was not a secret that they were going to sell their Valyrian steel weapons on the market, but they informed their uncle Aevor Rahitheon and Jaenyx of the exact routes they would take before departing Dragonstone. Call it a precaution, but Jaenyx wanted to ensure that they did not deviate from their course. Any deviations usually meant they ran off with their products or something happened to them on the way. For his people, they would never do the former.
So, who else knew how Vaeron was getting to Lannisport and Garaeron to Oldtown? He knew that the second time a Rahitheon got caught on the road was no coincidence, meaning that someone leaked their routes to their kidnappers. More seriously, someone tipped another that their prey was carrying Valyrian steel, possession of which was only reserved for someone with incredibly deep pockets. That meant that there was someone on Dragonstone informing their enemies of their activities on the island. Both the Hoare prince and the Arrogant king smelled blood in the air after the kidnapping and they were moving to get their share of the loot. They could not trust the Arrogant king implicating Black Harren in his son's schemes, but they could not eliminate the possibility that he had some knowledge of what had happened.
Jaenyx ran through the list of the people who might have divulged the Rahitheon men's whereabouts: servants, cooks, the Westerosi members of the household, the boatmen that took them to the mainland. What these types of people had in common was that they would not say no to making a bit of extra coin when they had the chance. Most of those with noble blood would often ignore their servants' presence and proceed to divulge their greatest secrets to them in the process. A lot of key information could be gained from a disgruntled servant, but that would not make a lot of sense in Lord Targaryen's household. He might have represented how Westerosi lords behaved, but Jaenyx never saw him mistreat a member of his household. The servants had good opinions of him and they would not allow thoughts of betrayal enter their minds.
The same could be said of the cooks. More popular than their lord was Lady Targaryen, whom the cooks and the rest of the household found to be refreshing. As she saw them everyday, she revealed her foul-mouthed, fiery self, which did much endear herself to all in the castle. She took her duties as Lady of Dragonstone further than was expected of other ladies, showing no hesitance in sweeping the floors, cooking, washing the sheets, and sewing up ruined clothes among other things. The cooks said that they learned how to be better at their duties because of her and they did not mind when she beat them in the head whenever they got the recipe wrong because they knew that she did not do it out of malice. So, the cooks had no reason to betray their lords, as that would mean betraying Lady Targaryen.
From what the servants said about his good-mother Lady Targaryen, Jaenyx could see where Visenya got her disdain for conventions and her unapologetic commitment to being herself. Aegon inherited the dragon's temper in its purest form from both sides, which Jaenyx caught a glimpse of while in the training yard. That instance was when he moved too fast for Aegon and did a side push kick on his chest, knocking the wind out of him and making him land hard on his ass. Jaenyx did not know what had happened earlier that day, but Aegon had found a way to vent whatever frustrations he had onto him. He fought back ferociously and both wrestled to the ground and before someone got seriously hurt, Orys pulled Aegon off of him and Visenya holding Jaenyx back.
Pulling out of his distraction, Jaenyx thought about who else would sell out the Rahitheons. Then, a realization struck him. Such realization was how he brought himself out of bed, dressed, and had a message sent to the one who last seen the Rahitheon who went to the Storm King's domains. It was while after he put his tunic back on that he felt a pair of arms grasping him from behind, one resting on his left shoulder and another going up into his tunic and tracing its fingers along the defined lines of his torso. He smiled when he felt Visenya's chin rest on his left shoulder.
"Come back to bed, Jae," Visenya whispered in his ear. "Who said we were done?"
Jaenyx chuckled. "As tempting as that sounds, Vis, I have to take care of something important."
"What could be more important than us melding together?" he felt her nibble into his ear.
Jaenyx sighed, wanting nothing more than to hold her body and make love to her under the sheets. Duty calls. "I need to talk with someone, regarding our missing Rahitheon."
Visenya's nibbling stopped, Jaenyx sensing her mood turning serious. She was just as bothered and worried about the sudden turn of events of the day. "Who do you think informed on our man?"
"That's what I'm going to find out. You can come along if you want." He almost said to her to go back to bed, but he knew better than to make her feel like he was cutting her out of important matters.
"Right after I find a dress you haven't torn apart yet, I will."
"Come now. You hate wearing those dresses and you only wore that one since the tunics and trousers you usually wear are still being cleaned."
"I really need to get more clothes that I will like and that I won't let you rip," he heard her mutter before she released him from her grip.
They helped each other dress, committing their forms deeper into their memories. Jaenyx honestly had never expected to be with a woman at all, as that was the last thing on his mind while in Sothoryos. But the past year did wonders for him that went beyond his expectations. They both talked about having children, but were more content in enjoying each other as much as they could before another dragon joined them. Lord Targaryen kept asking when his grandchild would come after seeing how deep their feelings for each other became, while Lady Targaryen was still a little lukewarm about her good-son. Who could blame her? I'm still a stranger that just happened to fuck her daughter in legitimate circumstances.
Fully dressed, Jaenyx and Visenya moved through the halls of Dragonstone before turning to Aegon's chambers. Visenya was confused as to why he would need Aegon also, but Jaenyx told him that he needed his good-brother and good-sister with him also. Nearing their chambers, they halted upon hearing loud moans and wooden creaks through the door. Sharing a bewildered look with each other, both Jaenyx and Visenya snickered at Aegon and Rhaenys' obliviousness to their eavesdropping. However, Jaenyx could not delay even though he knew that a couple making love was a precious moment. Mustering his courage, he knocked on the door.
"Egg, we need to talk to you." Jaenyx sincerely hoped that his good-brother wouldn't blow up in his face even though he learned to handle it and despite the fact that he was also a dragon.
The door opened, with Jaenyx and Visenya staring at an indignant Aegon, his bare chest and hastily-worn breeches covering his bottom half. "What are you two doing here?"
"I have a problem that needs both of you. It has something to do with our Rahitheon man going missing in Storm King's domains." Jaenyx cut straight to the point.
Aegon instantly became concerned. "Do you know who did it?"
"That's what we're going to find out," Visenya answered.
"Egg, is that Jae and Vis?" they heard Rhaenys call out.
"Yeah, it is." Aegon opened the door wider, all of them seeing Rhaenys walking up to them, a black sheet draped around her naked body but her shoulders remaining bare and her hair ruffled up. She also was still recovering from the ecstasy that gripped both her and Aegon by her somewhat unfocused eyes.
"Have fun, Rhae?" Jaenyx smiled.
Rhaenys shrugged while a lustful grin directed at Aegon grew. "You know it, Jae. Been pretty busy for the last hour or so."
"Would not have interrupted if it wasn't anything important," Jaenyx said apologetically.
"That's okay. Would not wish to do that for you two also, if the sounds from your chambers are to say anything," Rhaenys winked. That somewhat riled up Visenya.
"Stay away from our chambers, pervert!" Visenya snapped.
"The doors and the walls are thinner than you think," Rhaenys replied mischievously.
"All right, ladies," Aegon put both hands up. "Let's get back to why Jaenyx and Visenya decided to come here." He stared at his good-brother. "You know who sold him out?"
"I have a strong idea. I need to get to the docks, though. Things might go smoother if you and Rhae came along."
Aegon nodded nonchalantly. "All right. Just give a few moments and we'll be right out."
The four young dragons walked down from Dragonstone and moved to the docks at the base of the Dragonmont. Jaenyx insisted that Aegon and Visenya bring Blackfyre and Dark Sister while he brought his Yi-Tish swords and Rhaenys would be the soft touch. Confused, they did as he asked.
Jaenyx approached a boatman sitting next to his tied boat, a man from the Westerosi mainland, Duskendale if he remembered correctly.
"Is your name Larris?" Jaenyx surprised the man.
"Milords and miladys," Larris stood up. "How could I help you?"
"Could you accompany us as we walk through the town?" That confused Visenya, Rhaenys, and Aegon.
"Sure!"
But it wasn't a simple walk. Jaenyx kept behind Larris as they walked out of the town, his body stiff as if expecting something bad to happen. Once they were out of sight of the town and onto the beach next to the cliffside, they came across a boulder.
"Sit down, Larris," Jaenyx pointed to the boulder.
"Milord?"
"My husband told you to sit down," Visenya ordered. Larris complied.
Aegon and Rhaenys kept their distance while Jaenyx and Visenya stood close to Larris. "I know that you are the last to have seen Garaeron Rahitheon since you transported him to the Wendwater and you also told him of another boatman that would meet him at the Grassy Vale who take him to Oldtown." Larris nodded at Jaenyx. "Did you know that he went missing?" Larris nodded, but he became a little nervous. "Could you think of anything that might've happened to him?"
Larris paused, but Jaenyx could see that he was taking his time with his words. "Probably bandits set upon him, milord. That's common for anyone traveling from one kingdom to another."
"Possibly," Jaenyx affirmed. "But, why him out of all the travelers in Westeros?"
There was another pause. "I don't know, milord."
"So you don't know what Garaeron was transporting to Oldtown?"
"He told me that it was some swords that Dragonstone forged."
"And do you know what those swords are made out of?"
Jaenyx saw Larris's fingers fidgeting. "Valyrian steel," he finally said.
"And I trust you know how valuable Valyrian steel is throughout the known world?"
"Yes."
Jaenyx looked back at Aegon and Rhaenys, who were both confused as to where this was going. He then gazed at Visenya, who caught on.
"Let me tell you a story, Larris." Larris was befuddled. "I was in the jungles of Sothoryos one time along with my father some of my people. Our goal was to cut down some trees there since timber in that continent is practically without cost. Now, we came across this elephant in this clearing. The poor creature had been set upon by a giant ape, its tusks shattered and its legs crushed. But its trunk and mouth miraculously remained intact, so all we heard were its cries of pain. An elephant cry is quite piercing, even more so when you know what the elephant is feeling." Jaenyx stopped to reflect on that memory before continuing. "Now, I was one and ten and my father gave me a knife. He told me, 'Put this animal out of its misery.' I never killed anything before and killing an animal was something that seemed… strange to me. But, I couldn't just let that elephant stay in that clearing while I could hear its pain. My father gave me some nudging and told me where to stab. It took me a moment, but I held that knife tightly and dug the blade deep in that elephant's eye. I got so deep that I could feel the muscles inside the eye socket," Jaenyx let out a laugh. "The elephant's cries got louder as I dug deeper, but eventually, enough blood came out of its eye that it bled out right there and the elephant went limp."
Jaenyx ignored how uncomfortable Aegon and Rhaenys became after hearing his story. They knew how to hunt and knew what it was like to kill animals, but they never heard about such an experience with such vivid details. "Do you know what the lesson of this story is, Larris?" Jaenyx continued.
Larris shook his head, but was even more uncomfortable than Aegon and Rhaenys. Visenya was indifferent, having heard it before.
"The lesson of this story is that if I have it in me to kill a breathing thing to put it out of its pain, what do you think I will do to you if you don't tell me who you told about Vaeron's and Garaeron's whereabouts?" Both Jaenyx and Visenya put their hands on their swords, ready to strike, while Aegon and Rhaenys' eyes widened at this revelation.
Larris was shaking at that moment, as there was no point in denying his actions. He stood from the boulder and went on his knees. "Please, milord, I needed to care for my children—"
"SHUT UP!" Visenya yelled as she drew Dark Sister and held the tip of the blade under Larris' chin.
"Who did you tell?" Visenya could see the fire growing in Jaenyx's eyes.
"I was approached six months ago by a man who was on the crew of Prince Hoare's ship. He offered me two sacks of silver if I told him who was coming to and from Dragonstone carrying Valyrian steel weapons. Then, another man who said he served the Storm King offered me three sacks of silver for the same thing."
"Five sacks of silver?" Jaenyx scoffed. "Raising a family would require only half a sack."
"There is much to made off of Valyrian steel and I merely got my cut since your men used my boat!" Larris spat.
Jaenyx saw Aegon approach Larris, anger also apparent. "You spied on us for six months? Who else has been doing that?!"
"Virtually every boatman you hired from around the Blackwater Bay," Larris confessed. "But what can you honestly do against Black Harren and the Storm King? You have a few thousand soldiers and not enough ships to take on the ironborn."
Aegon turned to Jaenyx. "We need to tell Father about this. He'll know what to do."
Before he knew it, Jaenyx drew his sword and slashed off Larris' right ear. He fell to the sand, grasping where his ear was in pain.
"What in the hells are you doing?!" Aegon shouted.
"We'll tell Father about this, but I suggest something different than just killing him."
Aegon crossed his arms. "What do you mean?"
"He's spying on us. Let's keep it that way."
Aegon and Rhaenys narrowed their eyes while Visenya merely watched. "You want him to keep spying on us?" Aegon asked incredulously.
"Yes, but he'll tell his masters what we tell him to say." Jaenyx leaned down to Larris and stared square in the eye. "As of right now, you belong to us. We tell you what to say and tell you where to go. We say jump, you jump. We say cut yourself, you do exactly that. You say anything else or try to escape, we will find you and you die. And we'll feed your corpse and those of your family to our dragons. You understand?"
Larris kept holding where his ear was cut off, but pissed his pants as he stared at the dragonfire behind Jaenyx's eyeballs. He got him up and pushed him back to the town, silently warning him to make up how he lost his ear.
"Why did you have to threaten his family?" Rhaenys asked.
"He said he spied on us for his family. Let's see it hold true when he does exactly what we tell him to do."
Aegon turned him around. "I don't approve of your methods, Jae!" he said through clenched teeth. "Families are supposed to be untouchable among men's disputes."
"Oh, yeah? Unfortunately, the ironborn are not as considerate as you are and possibly the Arrogant king is like that also. I'm merely responding."
Aegon grabbed his shoulders. "Next time you do something like that, inform us first. We're family, so we shouldn't do things alone."
Jaenyx thought about that before nodding and putting Aegon's arms down. "All right. Let's go tell Father then." Jaenyx walked back to the castle in front of Aegon and Rhaenys, Visenya holding his hand along the way. Jaenyx was not going to apologize for his actions, but he knew Aegon to be right. Not alone anymore. I need to be more considerate.