"But there is something I can feel," Rhaenya said with a smile as she rested her head on her mother's big tits. "I feel even closer to my brother. I mean, we were as close as we could be, but now I can feel something more bonding us. It's like something is entering my body. I can't describe it; it's just a feeling."
"I feel the same! It's like a breeze coming from my brother that moves to me and brushes in, giving a warm and pleasant feeling. He is like the sun," Vaenya added her thoughts after hearing her twin sister feeling the same as her.
The people in the room were thoughtful, hearing what the twin sisters were feeling after getting that dragon mark.
"My love?" Visenya said as she looked at her son. "What have you discovered so far?" She already knew what he had discovered and thought about the matter, but she wanted the rest to hear it.
"Well, it's like my sisters said. There is a connection, a tangible connection more than the spiritual and emotional one we had before," Rhaegon said, arranging his thoughts. "I can feel as if I'm giving them a kind of energy from my body. It's like the mark or the tattoo of the dragon is a 'target,' to put it in common terms, for the receiving end of this energy."
"This loss of energy from my body, is it dangerous to me? No, I don't believe it is. What kind of changes does it bring to the girls besides this invigorating feeling they have? Well, I don't know either, as it is something new and needs experimentation. What I do know is that it benefits them more than anything. I mean, it wouldn't be dangerous or a potential threat to them, and this new connection they have with me only serves to bring us even closer than we were."
"Am I not right, my beautiful sisters?" Rhaegon asked with a smirk to Vaenya and Rhaenya.
"!!!" Vaenya and Rhaenya looked at their brother and ran into his embrace. "Brother..." they both said at the same time with an infatuated sound of love.
"I love you, brother," Vaenya said with cloudy, love-filled eyes like an infatuated maiden lost in the love of the man she adores.
"I love you, brother," Rhaenya echoed as she also embraced her brother strongly, sporting the same eyes as her sister while expressing her love for her twin brother.
Rhaegon's answer to their words was arching down and kissing them, pouring his feelings for them.
"Ah~~," Vaenya moaned while kissing her brother. Her body trembled in pleasure at the act and his touch as he groped her ass while kissing her. It didn't take her long for her body to start trembling while kissing him and coming undone, enjoying the pleasure as she gasped with closed eyes while resting against her brother. He then moved to kiss her sister.
"Mhhmp~~," Rhaenya also moaned when Rhaegon took her lips into a wet kiss. He was grabbing and enjoying her perky ass as they kissed, making her produce cute sounds that were pleasant to hear. She tried to hold on longer than her sister while kissing her brother, but the pleasure was so much while she circled his tongue and his touch that she also came in a blissful climax in no time, a little later.
"Vaenya, Rhaenya," Rhaegon said after separating from his kiss with his wives, still holding their pliable asses in his hands and enjoying the soft touch and pleasant feeling of making their perky asses change in his hand as he desired. "You need to call me husband or my lord husband."
"Husband..." Vaenya said softly as she moaned with a red face, softly breathing against his chest and trying to hold on for dear life as her brother still enjoyed touching her ass. At the same time, she enjoyed his touch and the feeling of pleasure it gave her.
"Husband," Rhaenya said playfully while moaning and was in the same situation as Vaenya.
"Damn, my little naughty sisters," Rhaegon said with a troubled growl. "I don't know what I love more, you calling me husband or brother. My brain is confused with the pleasant feeling it gives me..."
"Brother."
"Husband."
The girls playfully said as they rested without strength on his chest.
"I think I prefer you keep calling me brother. The feeling of knowing that you both are my sisters is the most pleasurable than simply being my wives," Rhaegon said as he enjoyed the chemical reaction of happiness that his brain sent to his body just hearing them say brother and husband, being conscious that his sisters were his women and wives. "The best is that I don't have to choose. You are my sisters and my wives." He growled as he took his sisters into a kiss again, but this time he ravished their mouths as if he wanted to eat them whole. The girls could only become a moaning mess as they kissed needily their husband.
Meanwhile, the women in the room, seeing the triplets of twins, brother, and sisters entangled together as they kissed and Rhaegon enjoying his sisters' bodies as he pleased, roaming his hands all over them, were wet in arousal as they enjoyed the show. But at the same time, they were thoughtful, observing them after hearing the words about the tattoos. If anything, seeing the three entangled in so much passion only drove them wanting it more and more.
The girls were a moaning mess as they climaxed again. They had enjoyed the blissful pleasure of their bodies multiple times in a short lapse, making them starting to be tired, directly going to sleep but full of joy as the smile on their faces couldn't be wiped off.
Rhaegon was also lost in the pleasure. He wanted to remove their dresses and start fucking them both. His cock was already hard and painfully confined in his trousers.
As he was about to start removing his clothes and undressing his sisters, his mother's voice sounded.
"Rhaegon," Visenya said as she moved beside her three children and embraced her son from behind him. She took his chin and removed his lips from Vaenya as she instead took him for herself, starting to make out with her son.
Rhaegon's eyes had a lustful look as he looked at his mother kissing him after separating him from his sister. His cock became even harder, and he wanted to pull it off already.
"Ahnnm~~," Visenya moaned as she kissed her son. Her tongue battled with his as she encircled him eagerly. She was more tenacious than her daughters as she subdued him easily, but still, her body reacted to him as easily as her daughters'. Her big breasts rubbed on his strong back. Her connection to her son was even more magical than what her daughters had at the moment with him, and the pleasure was the same, strong or more, as they were connected in something deeper than that. Still, she wanted to be marked like her daughters. She wanted to sport the mark of her son, the child she had begotten, the man she loved.
It didn't take Visenya too long to also have a wet pussy, already gushing with her juices down her thighs after kissing her son for a while. Her body trembled in pleasure, enjoying the feeling.
Valaena, who saw her oldest daughter kiss her son and orgasm before her eyes with such a blissful look of pleasure, had her pussy starting to get really wet, more than she was already after seeing her grandson devour his sisters' lips.
With a bit of strong will, Visenya pulled apart after having an orgasm. "Rhaegon."
"Yes, my beautiful mother?" Rhaegon asked huskily.
"Son," Visenya calmed down her breath after a few gasps as she tried to control her needy body, wanting to be touched and ravaged by her son, wanting to enjoy more climaxes that her baby boy could give her. "Continue explaining about the mark. You are special. You never were just a common man, even if you had the gift of our family of becoming a dragonlord. Your body possesses gifts that no man or dragonlord can have, and given what we have seen, the new connection you have with your sisters is obviously a magical marking."
"Yeah," Rhaegon said, tickling his right cheek as he removed his right hand from Vaenya's soft ass, who was clinging to him. He tried to calm down from his horny state as he answered. "It is magic or a miracle or whatever word you want to attribute to it. The all-encompassing term would be that it is supernatural, but I suppose magic is what most people would understand."
"As I said before, given my understanding of things, my powers and capacities, the energy my sisters are getting from my body would only benefit them. I wouldn't be surprised if they could get the perks that I have, and they didn't have before having my magical mark."
"It is like the sla---," Rhaegon explained but suddenly stopped and coughed, correcting his wording. "Like the contract I have with all the black guards and other people, but different at the same time. By a long margin, it's not the same, but still the same magical thing."
He looked at his fiancées, as his aunt and grandmother already knew all about him. "My beautiful loves, maybe you don't know, but I'm more than a simple mortal and dragonlord, but at the same time, less than a god."
Rhaegon chuckled, seeing their shocked and doubtful looks.
Rhaenys looked at her nephew with obsession. For her, he was like a god in a mortal body, and she couldn't have a better partner in the world than him. Only he could be her destined mate and man. Her pussy was throbbing in need, wanting to feel him inside her again, making her feel his love and lust.
Valaena also looked at her grandson with bright eyes and a needy look. She knew his condition and how magical he was, just as the family was aware of it. She couldn't be more proud of having a grandson like him. She loved and adored her granddaughters as much as their brother, but her grandson had a special spot in her heart that surpassed everyone, even her husband. After all, how many women could have the honor of having a grandson like him in their lives? She couldn't imagine how her daughter must be feeling to have begotten a son like him. It must be something beyond happiness and love for a child. So, she could understand her daughter's love for her son, a love that surpassed even the tradition of people in Valyria and their house. That, while having a tradition of marrying brother to sister, there were less common situations like the one for mother-son or any other kind of family intermarriage. Even she wanted to become the woman of her grandson, but it was a deep, hidden secret in her heart, a secret that wanted to blossom more and more to the surface as time passed. She knew her grandson looked at her differently than just simply a grandmother, as he looked to his aunt, sisters, or mother differently. She wasn't disgusted or angry with his look; she even enjoyed it while not making herself be noted out of place by it. But her heart was pleased, seeing that he looked at her like that... as a man wanting to take a female and ravish her.
Valaena snapped out of her thoughts as she heard one of the fiancées of her beloved grandson asking a question.
"Aren't you just extraordinarily strong, husband?" Lyanna quickly asked with an adoring look at Rhaegon.
Evelyn, Cassandra, and Seraphina looked at each other in surprise and wonder. They knew their man was something else, a dragonlord already pulling far apart from a simple mortal man like everyone else in the world, but also beautiful beyond any man. That's why they had fallen so quickly for him. They were infatuated with him at first sight, even if he was younger than them. Evelyn, at the time, couldn't control herself from giving herself to him at the first chance. Cassandra was the same, and after them, the other two sisters, Seraphina and Lyanna, followed. It was the best decision they had made in their lives before their father decided who they would marry. So they were proud of being the women of a man like that. But then, when they came to live in Dragonstone with him as he brought them here, they also learned that he was a powerful swordman, unstoppable with a sword even against many foes, but it wasn't just the sword... he was really strong, strong enough that it defied common sense. Having seen him train and defeat so many people, they were obsessed and utterly fallen for him. They couldn't wish for any better man than him. They were thankful for having given themselves to him, to become his women. He wasn't just powerful and beautiful but also a learned and cultured man, respectful of them and treating them right while also having his way with them as he pleased, wherever he pleased, but also being tactful of their feelings.
Argella was all this time aroused by the situation, seeing the man who was to be her husband interacting and being intimate with his sisters, and all the family women being present. All this situation was arousing for her, but at the same time, she was also shocked beyond words.
Her world changed from the moment her father talked to her about the marriage proposal he sent to the Targaryens of Dragonstone, about asking Aegon Targaryen to become her husband. She, as the princess of the kingdom of Storm, was mindful of her duty to her country and her family, so she accepted her destiny when her father told her they needed to make a buffer zone between their kingdom and Harren the Black, as the situation was growing more dangerous.
She, since that time, became like a little girl again, fantasizing about how her future husband would be and the dragons, those mystical and magnificent beasts that she saw fly in the skies, announcing their existence for the first time in her life and in Westeros. She imagined her future husband as a chivalrous knight who, instead of mounting a steed, flew on a dragon.
Then the reply came back. Aegon Targaryen rejected their offer but, instead of completely shutting it down, he proposed a different deal. Instead of him marrying her, she would be marrying his son, Rhaegon Targaryen.
Her father was fuming at the letter but soon calmed down and became thoughtful. He called for his maester and other attendants of his kingdom. After deliberating for an afternoon, he sent his reply back and told her that he accepted the new terms. She would marry Rhaegon Targaryen, a man, a boy who was younger than her, and she would know her future husband soon as he pushed a term that would make him come to them. Things needed to be talked about before their marriage was set in stone.
Argella, since that moment, became flustered and expectant of her future husband. What would he look like? How would he be? What kind of boy was he? She was shy, thinking of marrying a young boy, younger than her in age. She had her handmaids help her with her dressing for her coming future husband as she nervously and full of dreams awaited his arrival.
And his arrival and marriage to Rhaegon Targaryen, when she rested for the first time her eyes and sight over him and his dragon, was the point of inflection that changed her life.