Rhaenyra the Cruel and her Black Brides

by Anonymous

Summary:

It had been six months since Rhaenyra forced herself into power with the help of her uncle Daemon and the Velaryons. The Seven Kingdoms was now in a fiery chokehold with Daemon laying waste to the Riverlands and moving to take the Vale soon, Laena burning the Reach and Westerlands before taking them into the fold, Rhaenys and the Sea Snake holding the line at the borders of Dorne.

This left the mad queen ruling the Crownlands under paranoia and a fiery temper only soothed by her black brides.

Notes:

Hey uh..

So this is my first real deep dive into writing truly degenerate fanfiction, so seasoned degenerate likers please show me mercy in my first outing. Usually I write bodice ripper style romances with sassy gentlemen as the MMC. I wanted to test myself in writing stuff outside of my comfort zone and in such a short period of time. I feel like my style is very distinctive and my fandom is what is what I'm generally known for writing.
So if you recognize me: "Hi, how are ya? I'm doing side quests at the moment to prepare for wrapping up my longfic." If you know, you know...

Anyways, I'm open to any and all criticisms, and I hope I tagged everything properly!

Please Enjoy and Fuck Censorship!

Alicent Hightower was naked in a large red bed at the very apex of the Red Keep in the depths of rapture. The blonde head of hair between her legs ate of her cunt furiously as if she were starving and Alicent’s pussy was a full meal. Her full lips sucked and lapped at Alicent’s clit which made her scream in delight.

“Ohhh… Yes, my queen! Please! I am so close!” The redhead pleaded as her thighs quivered in response to the intense stimulation.

 

The queen’s nude form begins to move so that her pussy was right above Alicent’s head. Eagerly, the redhead reached upwards and began to lick the Rhaenyra’s cunt as if it were the font of the finest wine. Cruelly, the dragon queen soon pulled her mouth away which causes a frustrated whine to escape the taller woman’s lips before a groan replaced it as two fingers are harshly inserted into her soaked cunt.

 

A throaty moan left from Alicent’s lips. If her father still had his head, he probably couldn’t even begin to imagine hearing the degenerate sounds she was making. She could hardly believe that this cruel queen was making her feel such a delightful way, then her teeth sank deeply into Alicent’s thigh as it had so many times before. Her scarred shoulders and thighs were marred by multiple bites, her tigh now slick with sweat and blood as she reached her apex. Her jade eyes rolling back in her head as her release coats Rhaenyra’s hand and darkens the bush of red hair on her mound.

 

The older woman slumps into the bed and her eyes open to gaze adoringly upon Rhaenyra as she moves over to Alicent face to face.

“Thank you, my Queen. I am so blessed to receive such gifts from you,” she grovels to her queen before she captures her lips into a pseudo loving kiss which Alicent happily returns.

 

“Such a good compliant girl you are…” The queen coos into the redhead’s ear, gentle kisses gracing her ear and jaw. Her dominant hand reaching to Alicent’s swollen lips and teasing her bud in agonizingly slow circles.

 

“Yes! Yes! I am so good. That is why I am your favorite bride, right?” Alicent pleads in response, looking up at Rhaenyra eagerly. Alicent was in no way a bride to her on paper, but in truth Rhaenyra treated her the best of all of her lovers and brides so it was easy for her to believe this.

 

“Of course,” Rhaenyra lies, adding a second finger to her clit stimulation and beginning to absolutely blast the bud with furious stimulation.

In truth, Harwin was her favorite, whether he liked it or not…

“And you never will betray me, will you, pet?” The queen half threatens half asks as her other hand grabs Alicent’s hair by the scalp and pulling her back so Rhaenyra’s mouth was right at her throat.

 

”N- No! I would rather face a thousand swords, my Queen,” Alicent sobs, tears in her eyes from both pain and pleasure. Her clit aches at the overstimulation and she feels a hot pressure building in her lower belly.

”M- My Queen! I cannot hold it back! I canno- Ah! Ahhhh!” The former green queen feels herself come undone under Rhaenyra’s brutal hand, an intense burst of release coats Rhaenyra’s hand and soaks into the sheets.

 

”What a good little pet… I love it when you make a mess,” Rhaenyra coos before removing her hand from her scorching folds and loosening the grip on the red hair in her other. The dragon queen offers the hand she pleasured her with to her mouth and the green queen greedily begins to clean the hand of her own orgasm.

”What an agreeable thing you are… I only wish your brother was as you are…”

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

Rhaenyra was now in between arrangements with Gwayne Hightower, her least favorite bride. Not just because he was the people’s prince and kept things with the smallfolk as together as he could. It was also because he was incredible at sex and so rarely gave it to her. However, he was crucial for keeping the Reach under a relative hold other than dragon attacks. Both him and his sister were effectively political hostages.

 

The queen held her first husband’s arm begrudgingly; Otto got a little too ambitions and attempted to have a deep stranglehold on the Targaryen dynasty with two political marriages. His rotting head above the Mud Gate is where that got him.

 

“So that is your plan? To keep me and my sister here and hope your dragonfire will do the rest?” Gwayne asks, a cold disdain in his voice.

 

“It has worked so far, Hightower. Keep it up and you’ll burn just like your father,” Rhaenyra responds with a growl, her eyes sharp.

 

“It would be preferable to this!” He breaks their arms apart and glares at her with his grassy eyes.

“Why don’t you let me go? You never liked me anyways! I was too dull! Too predictable! Too safe! I saw the way you looked at Daemon instead of me!”

 

Rhaenyra smirks and closes the gap again.

“Because you have something I want,” she tells him before her hand runs down her first husband’s chest.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Gwayne… You can just surrender to me. You should see the bliss I give to her.” Her hand goes past his waist and palms his half hard cock beneath his breeches.

“I know you want me… Your body remembers me…”

‘I think I can break you like I broke your sister…’

 

“You’re evil… A cruel murderess, kinslayer, oathbreaker,” he attempts to counter, his mind fogging with lust despite this. His gaze becoming more hazy and his resolve breaking as he stared down at her low cut dress.

 

“Give into me, Gwayne… It is so much easier for both you and me,” she purrs, her hand working devilishly against him before his resolve snaps like a twig.

The knight had picked up his wife and pressed her to the wall of the Red Keep, her legs wrapped around his waist in response. His nose buried into her neck and his hand that grasped her ass now moved up her dress to find her core now that her weight was supported.

 

“You’re a dreadful vile wicked woman and I am but a slave to you now,” he mutters against the skin of her neck as he presses feverish kisses there; hopelessly trying to make this more romantic and tender for himself. His deft fingers slide between her wet folds and they insert her with careful ease, beginning to curl within her to tease her bundle of nerves.

“Seems your body remembers me too…”

 

“It does, sweetling,” Rhaenyra purrs, ready to get into his head now that she had him like this.

“I yearned for you every day since you last touched me. Ah! Fuck…” She bucks into his hand as he starts to intensify his ministrations. Her arms move around his chest and her long nails dig and claw into his back; the sounds of nails ripping fabric pierce the air.

“No one fucks me like you, my dear first husband…”

 

At this praise, Gwayne then removes his fingers from her and frantically pulls out his cock in response. Like he had been waiting for a kind word or affirmation for longer than he could ever say, like her showing him any scrap of affection after everything that had happened was enough to completely break his defenses.

As if he were desperate for her love.

His cock enters her in one swift motion and he begins to thrust into her greedily, small whines leaving his lips as he fucked her.

“My Queen, you are incomparable. I crave you and your wickedness; I am lesser for it as I am lesser before you,” he praises into her ear while he degrades himself.

 

“You are lesser before a dragon,” she tells him sweetly into his ear, her hot breath against his skin.

“All are lesser before the dragon, but you have the honor of pleasing her unlike anyone else ever will… You have the honor of burying your sad Andal cock into my cunt. I think you may make prettier babies than Harwin.” Rhaenyra tightens her muscles as he was within and a needy groan left him.

“Would you like that? Finally siring one of my royal brood?”

 

“Yes, my Queen,” Gwayne answers her, as he felt his end come blazing fast. His hips pounded into hers mercilessly, her lower back starting to feel the pain from such needy sex against stone walls.

“A regrettable choice on my part to not have partaken of your superiority sooner. G- Gods, I’m close… Please… Please may I come, my Queen?”

 

Despite not having come yet herself, she allows it.

“Come inside, my sweet husband, let us finally have you a child within my royal fold,” Rhaenyra permits with forced sweetness as he feels his orgasm rush within her with a whimper.

She feels him lower her after he pulls out of her; a dreamily lovestruck look on his features.

“You’re not done yet. You used to do this thing with your tongue,” she mentions before sitting on the edge of a nearby window.

 

Gwayne, just pleased she remembered anything at all from their early relationship, falls to his knees and walks on all fours to go beneath her dress.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

Rhaenyra was now deep within the black cells of the Red Keep to find her favorite black bride. He was non-compliant sure, but he was such a stud and made such pretty babies.

How could she not keep him for herself?

She finds his cell and unlocks it before entering it herself. The once sturdy and strong Harwin ‘Breakbones’ Strong was in a chair, hands and feet tied to the chair; completely nude. He had a heavy collection of bite marks and scratch marks on his shoulders in various states of healing. He was fed enough to keep him alive and relatively the same size, but his muscle definition had not been what it was.

“Are your restraints too tight? I can have them loosened,” Rhaenyra offers with a small bit of kindness to her tone.

 

Harwin looks up at her from his dirty curly brown hair and he spits on the ground near her feet.

 

“You’re always like this, Harwin. You could be like everyone else, you know… Living above ground and wrapped in bliss,” Rhaenyra returns before setting her lantern on the floor and removing her nightdress, leaving her bare within this dirty jail cell.

 

"I'd rather have died to dragons or killing your cultish followers. Your bliss is a silly dream. As long as there is rebellion and discontent in this madness you call a court,” he speaks before he feels his dark hair being grabbed and pulled back to make his brown eyes meet hers.

 

“I only dream when I am here with you… I dream of… what could have been,” Rhaenyra tells him, her violet eyes with a far away look within them.

“I dream of… stillness. I dream of peace… Then I think, well that’s silly. That’s impossible. The Realm would never accept me… Not unless I made them.”

 

“Just like you make me sire your sons… You make me feel incomparable bliss and I hate you all the more for it because I would have so willingly given it to you,” Harwin tells her, a bit of tenderness in his eyes at seeing just how far her madness went.

She really only showed how bad it got to him. Rhaenyra would stare off into space, speak as though they were lovers in peace time, and even have fits of tears whenever they lay together.

 

“I- I know…” Rhaenyra tells him, moving to sit in his lap and wrap her arms around his neck.

“I would have loved you too; having your pretty dark haired babies… We would have danced and feasted and made love…” The mad queen then forces a kiss upon the Riverlander man, her tongue desperately attempting to breach the seal of his lips.

 

Harwin denies her, returning her kiss but keeping his lips closed to her.

 

The dragon queen then growls and a hand reaches for his soft cock, preparing the process to take him.

 

Harwin pulls his head away as much as he could and pleads, “Rhaenyra, please…” She silences him with another kiss, taking advantage of his open mouth and forcing another kiss this time with her tongue.

 

He growls against her, his teeth quickly clamping down to bite her intrusive tongue.

 

Rhaenyra makes a sound of surprise and pulls away to slap him hard in the face.

“You will obey your queen!” She scolds him with a dark look in her violet eye as she grabs his hair again and makes him look at her.

 

Harwin’s dark eyes stare daggers at her as he watches her smile in return, blood from her tongue staining her teeth a sickly pink. Her smile dissolves into a fit of giggles as she releases his dark hair.

 

“Gods, I love you… I’ve always really loved you most of all,” the queen tells him, continuing to stroke his cock that was now at half mast despite his best efforts.

“You’re just so… big, in all that entails… If you were more obedient, I would even have you bend me over and take me like Daemon would. Sometimes I think about the idea of your thick cock in place of others and that more than sates me…”

 

“You’re pathetic… Pining and lusting over a man you have to force to fuck you,” Harwin spits back in her face, biting his lip in an attempt to stop sounds of pleasure from escaping him.

 

“Oh, but is it forcing when you are just as enraptured in pleasure as I? Don’t you feel so much better once I’ve drained your cock?” Rhaenyra attempts to gaslight him before sliding off of him and getting on her knees before him.

“It doesn’t matter whether you think you are not enjoying yourself as much as I… I simply enjoy your cock in my holes and your babes in my womb.” After she speaks, the queen then begins to take his thick cock into her mouth little by little.

 

Harwin sighs at her hot mouth around his cock and he struggles against the rough and tightly tied rope. Had he been at his peak physical form these ropes would have caused little struggle to break through, but six months of atrophy and imprisonment took a toll on his strength.

 

The queen then begins to move her mouth up and down slowly against his dick, her right hand sat at the base to squeeze and tease what she could not fit in her mouth. This was always the hardest part for him, to watch the beautiful mad queen before him pleasuring him against his will. How in another world this would have been the subject of his deepest wishes and raunchiest dreams…

Now this was a nightmare with no way out for him, but death…

 

But Rhaenyra would never let death have him. Even when Daemon found out she was keeping Harwin here without his knowledge she readily threw herself before Dark Sister before it could ever touch his skin; the Valyrian steel blade only scratching her face in response. She had made a pretty good argument in the moment; the more Valyrians born with different sires the greater their new dynasty would grow.

 

What was the gain from that grace? Him sat here in the dark, tied up whenever she wanted his cock because she had lost complete trust in him awhile ago, and completely at her wills. Harwin gritted his teeth to prevent any more sounds from escaping his throat, but small sighs and grunts escaped him at her ministrations on his cock.

He truly loathed how good she made him feel.

 

The queen was now wholly satisfied with how erect and slick he was and she stopped pleasuring him with her mouth and rose to her feet. The queen positioned his cock under the entrance of her vagina and in one swift motion, they were one. Harwin groaned at her overwhelming warmth and glared at her as she giggled pleasurably at his dick within her walls.

“Gods, Harwin… You fit me so good,” she praises, her violet eyes glazed with a feverish lust before she begins to grind against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she gazed upon him like they were true lovers.

 

“You sicken me and I wish you dead,” he growls at her before she tightens her walls around him in a pleasurable punishment. Rhaenyra doubles down on this and bites into his shoulder deeply, a sound of pain escaping Harwin’s throat as her teeth cut through his already scarred flesh.

 

The queen continues to ride him at a brutal pace, her hips meeting his in heavy thrusts as he was helpless to stop her. She removes her teeth from his shoulder and kisses him; their blood mixing in her mouth and perfuming the vile kiss. Harwin could feel his end coming fast and he desperately did not want to finish within her again like he was forced to so many times before.

 

Rhaenyra breaks the kiss to help her catch her breath as she rode him in the chair; his dark pleading eyes met hers frantically.

“Please, my queen, I beg of you… I do not wish to finish within you,” the once strong Lord Commander pleads beneath the dragon queen.

“Allow Hightower or Daemon to sire your children.”

 

Rhaenyra smirks evilly and speeds up her thrusts; her orgasm only coming that much faster at his useless pleads.

“Why would I do that, my love? You already gave me my three precious sons… Why not three more?”

 

“No. No. No. Please, Rhaenyra… If you ever had any love for me, you would not do this to me again,” Harwin pleads with her, temptations of tears in his eyes in frustration.

 

“You misunderstand… I have you sire my babies because I love you most of all,” Rhaenyra tells him as she presses kisses to his collarbone and neck; a disgusting illusion of love.

“You think I want the feeble Hightower or my tempestuous uncle to rule my womb? Not when I have my good Strong Lord Commander to give me exactly what I want…” One of her hands reaches between her legs to tease her own bud as she rode him, her pussy only becoming slicker and hotter in response.

 

That was the final straw. With a grunt and a shaky breath, she felt Harwin release his hot sticky seed all within her. Her riding slows and stops with him within as she presses kisses to his lips and face that he does not respond to.

As soon as she entered the room, she is already off of him and put her thin nightgown back on; her face twisted in sadistic relish as she prays his seed quickens within her.

“Dinner will be here within an hour and someone will be sent to bathe you thirty minutes before…” She walks over to his face and presses a gentle kiss on his cheek as he stares at nothing past the bars of his cell.

“I love you, Harwin… I will return soon…”

 

The queen locks her prisoner back up as she takes her lantern with her; the sounds of stifled anguished cries the only sound within the destitute dungeon.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

It had been so long since Daemon Targaryen returned to the capital to sate his wife. He would generally spend time with both Laena and Rhaenyra equally, and now was his niece’s time for her blood husband.

 

Rhaenyra was not about to wait for him. Here she was lying on her back in her bed with Gwayne Hightower’s cock pounding into her from above and Alicent Hightower’s heat above her mouth. The dragon queen had a death grip on Alicent’s ass, crescent shaped marks beading gems of blood upon pale skin as she ate from Alicent Hightower’s sweet cunt.

 

”Isn’t this grand, brother?” Alicent asks, her mind gone with lust and pleasure. Her hands grasping at her own breasts and teasing her own nipples for any extra stimulation.

”Our queen is so gracious when she wishes…” A deep moan left her lips as Rhaenyra moaned around her clit as she sucked.

 

“I agree, sister. I am foolish as to not have partaken sooner,” Gwayne says, a double meaning behind his words.

His mind was also gone and absolutely corrupted by depravity. In one swift motion, brother kisses sister; his hand grabbing her by the jaw and pulling her in for a brutal, needy kiss that she returns.

 

Before much else could devolve past this point, the door slams open to reveal King Daemon Targaryen storming in with his usual smirk.

”You defile yourself with lesser lovers, my queen,” he snarkily comments as the two Hightowers get off of Rhaenyra and scoot to the back of the bed away from Daemon. They both knew of the punishment that would await them if they did not heed the Rogue Prince, now the Rogue King.

”Those who palely imitate our customs no less…”

 

Rhaenyra growls as she sits up and walks over to him; her nakedness and Alicent’s first orgasm still on her lips taking away a bit from her anger.

”You were away for too long. I got these two to cooperate and I had Harwin for a full night in the time you took to return to me,” the queen boasts, wearing her sexual exploits like a badge of honor.

 

Daemon closes the gap and grabs his queen by the jaw; lifting her up so that she was forced to be on her toes.

”You will not sire more children not by me. Especially none by him,” he spits in High Valyrian, glaring at Gwayne from his position on the back of the bed. He then forces Rhaenyra to turn around and pushes her so she supports herself on the backboard of the bed.

”Take notes, you two. This is how you please a Targaryen queen,” he boasts as he undoes his breeches and begins to stroke his cock into full hardness.

 

Rhaenyra’s hands were on the wooden back board of the bed supporting herself, her eyes on the two startled Hightowers in bed as Daemon roughly entered his niece’s vagina from behind.

”Ahh!” The queen cries out at his long cock easily touching her already aching cervix; her walls aching, hot, and slick from the earlier sex. He begins to give slow deep thrusts that shake the bed with every insert.

 

“I will say, Hightowers… You did a good job warming her up for me,” Daemon initially praises before grabbing Rhaenyra by her braid and pulling her front off the wooden support. The queen’s back was now to his as his other hand grasps her breast, his fingers playing with the nipple roughly.

”But I’ll be finishing your job. You can take care of one another since you are so eager to participate in our customs…”

 

Rhaenyra’s scalp yelled in pain from the pressure and her aching g-spot was begging for mercy as she squirted all over the front of Daemon’s breeches within a couple slow brutal strokes. The hand on her breast moved to her hip on a crushing grip, purple and red bruises already beginning to form on her pale hip. His pace went from achingly and tortuously slow to brutally fast within a moment. 

Tears pricked up in her eyes like Alicent’s earlier as she watches Gwayne and Alicent kiss and begin to finish what they started with Rhaenyra. A pang of bitter jealousy ringing through the queen’s heart at her two playthings having fun without her.

 

Daemon tugs her braid again as he thrusts deeper, a sob leaves Rhaenyra’s lips.

”You will only be truly pleased by me… You know that. I know that. Everyone fucking knows that,” he growls in her ear as his orgasm draws close; the power he had over her in comparison to the power she had over everyone else was staggering.

No one knew Rhaenyra Targaryen like Daemon Targaryen.

”You came all over my cock and I had barely touched you… These weak sheep who serve you will never be able to do that…” He releases her braid to grasp her hips with both of his hands; crashing his cock into her cervix in an attempt to get his seed to her fertile womb above the other two men who had already had her today.

”I own you and you come when I say you come.”

 

Rhaenyra’s mind was now lost to lust; her top half supported by the wooden frame of the bed which was now supporting four people having sex as opposed to three earlier. Her hips were bruised and sore, her orgasm drawing near.

”Please, Daemon. Please let me come," she begs desperately, her legs feeling like jelly.

“I need it please…”

Daemon delivers a staggering thrust which nearly buckles her legs. He shakes his head and says in their mother tongue, “You know better than that…”

“Please, my king. The blood of my blood… Allow me rapture only you can deliver…” Rhaenyra begged in High Valyrian before his speed ramps up again, his right hand slipping to her clit to finish her off that much faster.

Her end comes swiftly and violently; another rush of fluids running down her bare legs as her uncle spills his seed within her, his thrusts slowing and pushing his cum deep within in the hopes for another Valyrian child. Daemon as a finishing touch, brings the top half of her body forward again to sink his teeth deep into her shoulder. The only person who could claim the queen of dragons was the king; small streams of blood running down her collarbone and breast.

The dull pain was a familiar comfort as was his softening cock within her. No matter what man impregnated her next, she would love them no less for they were a hatchling of hers…

Her uncle pulls out of her pussy and releases the grip his teeth had on her shoulder, her legs give out beneath her and she crumples to the floor with her back against the still shaking frame of the bed. The queen’s shoulder and pussy aching with pleasurable pain as she recovered on the cold stone floor.

 

“Come find me once you have righted yourself, niece… We burn rebellions on the morrow...”