[ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 ]
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IT had been a fortnight since Reyna received the devastating news that she was pregnant with Viserys' child. Since then, it felt like she had been moving through life in a daze, everything around her appearing distant and unimportant.
Now, she sat in her tent, savoring the vegetables she had grown herself. Ever since discovering that she could grow her own food with her abilities, she has made the choice to rely solely on what she can produce, refusing any meat offered by the Dothraki.
It was not supposed to be like this. This was not how it was supposed to go. She would marry Viserys, and when Viserys inevitably failed in his pursuit for the iron throne and got himself killed, Reyna would be free. And now she was with his child, a child that created an everlasting tie between them.
Reyna knew Viserys would probably be a terrible father, not as bad as his, but still bad, but she couldn't keep it from him. Reyna was always bad at lying, even worse at keeping secrets. So today she decided, would be the day she told him. Whatever came after, she would just have to deal with it.
Whenever Viserys entered their tent, he did so with an aggressive and violent energy. Reyna, trying to gather her courage, was jolted out of her stupor by Viserys' voice, "What's the matter with you?"
Reyna looked up at him and saw that he was glaring down at her, "Nothing, why?"
"Because you look as if someone has just died," he replied.
In reality, Reyna thought, it was quite the opposite. As she began to speak, he cut her off, "What is that?"
She followed his gaze in the direction of the fruit and vegetables, she said to him, "Are you blind? It's fruit and vegetables."
He turned to give her a stern look. "I'm not blind, I'm just surprised to see fruit and vegetables in this dry climate, Reyna."
"I grew them," Reyna mumbled as she ate a blueberry.
Viserys continued to glare at her until Reyna picked up the bowl and offered him some. He took it hesitantly, but as soon as he tasted it, he eagerly grabbed the bowl from Reyna and finished the rest.
She rolled her eyes, but then patted the bed, "Sit next to me."
If Reyna was watching him, she would have noticed the way his lilac eyes slightly widened when she actually invited him to sit next to her. Warily, he obliged and took a seat beside her. His gaze was fixed on her as he observed how she avoided direct eye contact, with furrowed eyebrows and a small pout on her pink lips.
"I've discovered something," she said after a while.
"What is it?"
She knew she was stalling, finding it hard to speak the words that were weighing heavily on her mind.
"You mentioned that I've gained weight, and I've been unable to keep any food down," Viserys listened intently as she struggled to explain. "I've also realised that the last time I bled was before I had lain with you."
The only sound filling her ears was the pounding of her heart as she waited for Viserys to understand.
"You are with child," his voice was uncharacteristically gentle and filled with uncertainty, "With my child?"
Reyna nodded slowly, her gaze still fixed on the dirty floor. She was startled when she felt Viserys' large hand cover her stomach, "My child is in there right now?"
As she turned her head to look at him, she took in a sharp breath. He looked so gentle, his light eyes were fixed on her stomach and his lips were slightly parted as he breathed softly.
Reyna didn't know how he would react to the news, whether with pride or smugness. She hadn't considered how he would be affected. But in that moment, he didn't seem like the cruel and selfish man she knew. His touch on her stomach was tender and gentle.
He may not have been the right match for the iron throne, but Reyna wondered if she could help him become a good father. With a heavy heart, she realized that she cared for him. She may not love him, but she did care for him.
Viserys raised his head to meet her gaze, "May I hold you?"
It wasn't a command, but a gentle request, using 'may' instead of 'let'. She knew she should refuse, to keep this newfound intimacy at a distance. But the loneliness was overwhelming. While Dany reveled in the joy of their pregnancies, Reyna could only sense impending doom.
She wanted comfort, yearned for it almost. And so, before she realized it, she was nodding. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close to his chest. Then slowly she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling a tear trickle down her cheek.
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"Ow," Reyna winced as Dany accidentally tugged too tightly on a strand of her hair.
"Sorry about that," Dany apologized, continuing to braid Reyna's long, dark locks.
Intrigued, Dany sneaked a peek over Reyna's shoulder, observing a glowing red ball nestled between Reyna's hands. "What's that you're doing?" she asked.
"I'm trying to concentrate my energy into this small ball," Reyna explained, wrinkling her nose.
"Why?" Dany inquired as she braided two strands of Reyna's hair behind her head.
"I believe it can be used as a weapon," Reyna replied, holding the ball in front of her face. After a moment, she shook her hands and the ball dissipated into tiny red sparkles.
Sighing softly, she turned to Dany, "I have a feeling it's a boy."
Dany's eyes widened in surprise, "How can you be sure?"
Reyna shrugged and placed her hand on her growing belly, "I can't explain it, but I just have this instinct."
Dany smiled and gently covered Reyna's hand with her own, "I know it was a lot to take in at first, but I'm glad you've accepted it. It makes me happy to think about our children have each other, just like we do."
"Me too, Dany, me too."
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They were finally in Vaes Dothrak, the capital city of the Dothraki. It surprised Reyna to see how civilised this place was. There were carved stone pavilions, manses of woven grass, wooden towers, stepped pyramids and log halls. And seemed to be inhabited by all the slaves that the Dothraki have taken and enslaved. Ser Jorah even explained to Dany and Reyna how it was forbidden to wear a blade or shed a free man's blood within the confines of the city.
Reyna and Viserys were staying in a hut this time instead of a tent. She was engrossed in one of Dany's books, a gift from Ser Jorah, delving into the histories of Westeros, while Viserys relaxed in a bath.
"Reyna," he called out, and she sighed before slowly getting up and making her way to the bath to see what he wanted.
"What is it?" she asked, standing next to the bath with one hand on her growing stomach.
A mischievous smile spread across his face. "Join me."
As she realized Viserys had called her up for nothing, Reyna sighed. Since becoming pregnant, she has grown to dislike standing for long periods of time. So instead, she grabbed a stool and sat beside the bath.
He pouted, his nose wrinkling. "When I said 'join,' I meant 'get in the bath.'"
"Did you know our baby is the size of an apple?" Reyna brought up out of the blue.
Viserys' gaze shifted to Reyna's stomach and narrowed. "How do you know that?"
"I'm his mother, so of course I do."
Viserys' eyes widened as he sat up in the bath, causing the water to splash so much that Reyna had to lean back to avoid getting wet. "It's a boy?"
"I think so, yes," Reyna said simply.
"Then we shall name him Viserys the-"
"No."
Viserys let out a huff, sinking back into the water of the bath, as he met Reyna's intense gaze. "We will not be naming him any of those overused Targaryen names"
"Then what else can we name him?" Viserys asked, as if he couldn't possibly fathom any other options beyond the old reused Targaryen names.
"How about Cregan?" Reyna suggested.
"No," Viserys yelled. "You will not be naming our son after any Stark traitor."
"If you knew your history, you would know that Cregan Stark fought for Queen Rhaenyra's rightful place on the throne," Reyna explained, with a slight sneer on her lips.
"Alright...but what gives you the right to choose our son's name," Viserys asked in a petulant tone.
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Because he's coming out of my cunt."
"Fine," he responded childishly.
"Fine," Reyna repeated, then sighed softly, "I do believe it's unfair that I am carrying a Targaryen child and he won't get to have a dragon."
"You like dragons?" asked Viserys, his interest piqued.
As she nodded, a smug smirk appeared on his face, "Then it seems you are a fortunate woman, as you have a dragon right here with you."
She scoffed as she looked at Viserys, "You really need to let go of this dragon nonsense."
"I am the last dragon, Reyna," he insisted.
"No, actually the last dragon was Morning, belonging to Rhaena Targaryen," she pointed out, crossing her arms.
Viserys raised an eyebrow as he regarded his wife, "And I suppose now you feel special because you have the same name as her."
"Yes, I do," she said with a small smile.
"What do you like about dragons?" He went on. Speaking with Reyna, without it having spiteful remarks felt nice, Viserys decided.
"You mean something else other than their massive wings and the ability to breathe fire out of their lungs," Viserys gave her an unamused look, she sighed trying to put her thoughts into words, "I suppose I always favoured the idea of having this humongous animal, that can take you anywhere. With just a flap of their wings, you'd be gone... reaching the sky and touching the stars."
"Touching the stars?" He asked with a playful grin.
"Well, not exactly. But close enough to get a better view," she replied gently, nibbling on her lip. "My mother always used to tell me that the ones we love become stars after they pass away. Fortunately, none of my loved ones have become stars."
"Yet."
The slight smile on Reyna's face faded.
"You always know how to spoil the moment," she murmured as she rose to her feet to go, but Viserys caught her hand.
His eyes widened as he realised he had said the wrong thing, once again, "Wait-wait. Don't go, uh, what-what was your favourite dragon?"
His grip on her hand was tight, but not tight enough to hurt. Trying to have a normal conversation with Viserys was like taking two steps forward and then one step back. He just always ended up saying the wrong thing, but looking at him now, he looked like a man desperate, desperate for her not to leave.
"Dreamfyre," she said softly.
His grip loosened as he realized she was staying. "The Mad Queen, Helaena's dragon?"
She took a deep breath at his insensitive words. "She wasn't mad."
"Then what do you call throwing yourself from the window?"
She sighed, sitting down again. "Fine, then perhaps driven mad by grief. Both of her sons were brutally murdered. After that, I too would throw myself from a window to escape that kind of pain."
"So you're saying you understand why she did it?" he asked, his tone softening slightly.
"You wouldn't understand," she paused. "It's different for women. All men do is provide the seed, but women have to grow this life in their body. And when that little person that you've brought to life dies, it will turn any woman mad."
Reyna was unaware of the change in Viserys' gaze as he tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. His mother had died while giving birth to Dany. Would she have succumbed to grief if the situation had been reversed? Viserys knew he would undoubtedly be happier if his mother had survived, but would she have been?
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Pregnancy was a strange experience for Reyna. She found herself having unusual cravings, far from just water or horse meat. As she reflected on her situation, she couldn't help but feel that her pregnancy would have been much easier if she were in Illyrio's palace.
In addition to her cravings, there was also a discomforting heat that was not the heat of the dry fields they were passing through, it rather seemed to emanate from within her body.
Reluctantly, she had to acknowledge that the warmth only seemed to arise when she was lying in bed at night with Viserys' arms around her, or when Viserys undressed before bathing.
A heat stirred within her... but he was her husband. So, if she were to use him solely to ease her discomfort, that wouldn't be so wrong, would it?
Viserys was desperate, Reyna knew that. He was desperate for any attention that she would offer to him, so of course he would not refuse to having her again, but this time it would by her terms.
As she lay on her side, feeling Viserys behind her with his arm loosely wrapped around her waist and his soft snores in her ear, Reyna couldn't help but press her backside, covered by her loose nightgown, against his covered manhood.
She tensed as she felt his arm tighten around her, but as it loosened again, she repeated the action. Her heart began to race as the warmth intensified between her legs. She continued, hoping to find relief. Her breath caught as she felt Viserys begin to move against her, but when he let out another snore, Reyna realized he was still asleep.
She couldn't find relief this way; she needed the pressure to be less on her arse and more on her cunt. So, she slowly rose, removed Viserys' arm from her, and turned around, gently pushing him onto his back. Even if the Army of the Dead came to kill them, Viserys would still remain asleep.
Was it wrong to use Viserys in this way? She was aware that he would be completely accepting of it if he were awake, but Reyna preferred it when he remained silent. She wasn't going to actually exploit him, she was simply using him to satisfy her own needs. If he were awake, he would be too enthusiastic and forceful, possibly taking it too far.
So Reyna let go of all her guilt as she straddled Viserys' hips and began to move against him. To make sure he didn't move, she used her powers to keep his hands restrained besides his head. It felt amazing, the only barrier between them being Viserys' loose trousers.
She could feel that knot in her stomach unwinding, just a few more moments and she'd find relief, is what she told herself. Reyna gasped as she felt Viserys hips thrust into hers, and once her eyes opened, it met Viserys hungry gaze.
"Let me go, Reyna," He commanded, his voice low and rough.
She shook her head, as she decided to resume grinding on him, "No."
A small moan escaped her as Viserys began to meet her movements, and when she glanced down, a soft whimper escaped her. He gazed at her with his lips slightly parted, as though he couldn't believe the reality of the moment.
She could feel the tension building, the overwhelming need for release consuming her every thought. And then, as she felt herself on the edge, he suddenly stopped, leaving her right on the brink of ecstasy.
Reyna let out a frustrated whine, locking eyes with Viserys whose smirk only seemed to grow wider. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and she couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation it brought. His teasing only added to the fire that was burning inside her, driving her wild with desire.
"Why did you stop?" She demanded, her cheeks red and still out of breath.
"Let me go, and I'll continue," he said, nodding to his hands which were still restrained.
She shook her head, to which he clicked his tongue, "Aright. Take off my trousers and I'll continue."
Reyna glared at what Viserys insinuated. She didn't want to go all the way. It really had hurt the last time they had lain together, but the soft voice of Viserys pulled her out of her stupor, "I promise it will not hurt this time."
Unfortunately her lust-filled mind couldn't make any smart decisions as she felt herself soon pulling his trousers off. She gasped as his cock practically sprung out. It looked so much bigger than the last time, doubt filled as she wondered how she was going to fit it in her.
"Reyna, look at me," Viserys voice pulled her attention, he was looking intently into her eyes as he said softly, "We'll go slower this time."
With that bit of encouragement, Reyna found herself straddling him again as she felt her wet cunt begin to rub against his cock, lubricating it all over. She swallowed loudly.
Reyna shivered when she heard Viserys moan helplessly as she gently took his cock in her hand and guided his tip towards her throbbing, hot entrance.
And soon Reyna positioned herself on top of Viserys, she managed to relax her body and she didn’t give in to the anxiety that lingered in the back of her mind. With complete surprise she slid onto his cock with ease, gliding deeper without any painful resistance.
Once she lowered herself all the way, filling her hot insides with his throbbing cock, she gasped with surprise, surprised by the pleasurable fullness that had been akin to torture the first time they had done this.
Hesitantly, Reyna placed her hands on his chest, rising and falling on top of him with a loud, wet, perverted slap that sent shivers down his spine.
"− Gods above − you're so fucking tight −" Viserys mumbled, closing his eyelids, completely drifting off into a world of his own pleasure.
She moaned softly at his words, throwing her head back, responding slowly to his every move with a thrust that sent her spasm of pleasure. She fell and rose faster and faster at such an angle that each time his cock rubbed her against her place of greatest pleasure. They panted together, staring at each other dumbfounded.
"− why - why wasn't it like this last time- " She asked breathlessly with such confusion Viserys moaned helplessly at her words, his whole body quivering, his hips quickened, their bodies slamming against each other loudly, while Reyna all but forgot about restraining him
Viserys panted, throwing his head back, an artery in his neck throbbing hard, his heart pounding like crazy. She began to fall on him faster and faster, his thrusts stronger, imposing a more intense pace that hardened her nipples.
Reyna let out a scream as Viserys flipped her onto her back removing himself from her just as she was reaching her peak.
"What's wrong, my love?" he teased, brushing a stray hair away from her flushed face. "Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet."
When he finally entered her, she arched her back and cried out in ecstasy, the pleasure coursing through her veins like a wildfire.
His rhythm was relentless, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sound of their labored breaths and the unmistakable sounds of skin on skin, driving them both to the brink of desire.
As she finally reached her peak, she let out a guttural moan, her entire body trembling with pleasure. Viserys followed soon after, his own release flooding through him as he collapsed beside her, their bodies entwined in a blissful, satiated embrace.
She rested her head on his chest, strangely savoring the feeling of his arms wrapped around her protectively. In that moment, time stood still, and nothing else in the world mattered.
After Reyna finally caught her breath, she lifted her head and slapped Viserys.
"Ow," he yelled, holding his cheek, "What was that for?"
She pouted, her green eyes meeting his, "Why wasn't this as pleasurable last time?"
Viserys pursed his lips as he laid back, "Because I didn't prepare you well enough last time," then he smirked, "But it seems you can handle that on your own."
Reyna rolled her eyes, laying her head on his shoulder, and murmured tiredly, "It better be like that next time."
Next time, Viserys thought with a triumphant smile, as Reyna fell asleep atop of him, feeling more content than he had in seventeen years. Gently caressing Reyna's pregnant belly as she slept, Viserys kissed her forehead, "Mine, all mine."
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An- this will probs be the last smut for a while. Also it's it's important to note that before Viserys was born, his mother, Rhaella went through multiple pregnancies, stillbirths and miscarriages (eight in total).
RIP Beautiful Queen 🤍
Oh and this bath scene is basically replacing the hot bath scene he had with Doreah
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