[115] Rebirth in Fire

Chapter 115: Rebirth in Fire

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The grass beneath us was cool and damp with morning dew, much opposite to the heat building between our bodies.

I kissed Daenerys deeper, my tongue exploring her mouth as she melted against me. Her soft whimpers vibrated against my lips, sending waves of desire through my body.

My hands roamed over her curves, memorizing every dip and swell. I broke our kiss to trail my lips down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, salt and smoke and something which was just unique about her.

“Oh… ohh brother~" she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I found a sensitive spot below her ear. "That feels... incredible."

I smiled against her skin. "You haven't felt anything yet, sweet sister."

My fingers worked at the clasps of her riding dress, peeling away the fabric to reveal more of her ivory skin. With each new patch exposed, I pressed my lips to it, worshipping her body with mouth and tongue.

"Is this what you want?" I murmured against her collarbone, feeling her shiver beneath me.

"...Yes," she breathed after a moment of silence, arching into my touch. "Please don't stop."

The rising sun spilled golden light across the hillside as I pulled away the last of her clothing. Daenerys lay bare before me, her silver-gold hair fanned out like a halo, her skin glowing in the dawn light.

My eyes lingered on her breasts, full and round with dusky pink nipples that hardened under my gaze.

A blush spread across her cheeks as she noticed my intense stare. "What are you looking at?" she whispered, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

"Targaryen perfection," I answered simply, lowering my head to take one nipple into my mouth.

She cried out, her back arching off the ground as I sucked and licked, my hand coming up to caress her other breast. The sweet sounds she made drove me wild, each moan and gasp fueling my desire.

"I… oh, gods! I never knew it could be like this- ahng!" she panted, her hands tangling in my hair to hold me closer.

Of course she didn't. The only other man she was with, by the cruelty of fate, was a barbarian. What would he know about pleasing women?

It was an art of its own.

I switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand slid down her stomach, feeling the taut muscles quiver beneath my touch. Her thighs parted instinctively as my fingers traced patterns on her inner thighs.

"Please," she begged, her hips lifting slightly. “I can't wait anymore.”

Gone was the prude, cautious sister, replaced with a horny female hungry for some cock.

"Patience, Dany," I teased, pressing a kiss to the underside of her breast. "We have all day."

“Agh…” Her hands tugged at my tunic, suddenly eager. "Too many clothes," she complained, her voice husky with desire.

I sat back on my heels, allowing her to pull my tunic over my head. Her eyes widened as she took in my torso, her fingers tracing the defined muscles of my chest and abdomen.

"You've changed so much, brother," she whispered, pressing her lips to my chest in a series of light kisses. "So strong now."

Her hands moved lower, fumbling with the laces of my breeches. I helped her, kicking them off along with my boots until I was as naked as she was.

Her gaze dropped to my cock, standing proud and thick between us, and her eyes widened further.

"I-it grew?" she asked in disbelief, her hand reaching out hesitantly to wrap around it. "I've seen you years before, during baths, but this..."

I smirked, enjoying her reaction. "Of course. My strength isn't the only thing that grew."

I'd grown in height, weight, and in all the other good numbers. The pre-System Viserys was a shadow of mine.

She stroked me experimentally, drawing a groan from my throat. Emboldened by my reaction, she grew more confident, her thumb circling the sensitive head.

"Enough," I said after a few moments, pushing her back onto the grass. I loved how her breasts jiggled. "I need to be inside you."

Our body was sweaty and hot, and she swallowed as she met my gaze with a nod.

I positioned myself between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She was wet and ready, her body calling to mine. With one powerful thrust, I slammed into her.

And then the world stopped.

No, that wasn't some fancy wording. Everything around us really just froze, colors leaching away to gray. The dragons, the grass, the sky—all motionless as if time itself had halted.

[You've truly defied fate.]

[Once a mere beggar prince, now you've claimed not only your rightful throne, but your rightful wife. Congratulations on your path so far, Dragonking.]

[However... your wife is impure.]

The System's words echoed in my mind at the same time as they flashed before me in a golden box.

It was right. For all my greatness, I hadn't been able to stop my sister's marriage for I’d only come to this world after that. Unlike the other girls, Daenerys wasn't a virgin. It bothered me greatly. Some gross, barbaric horse rider had taken that from her, with poor Dang being forced into a marriage she never wanted.

But it wasn't as if I could change the past.

[Indeed, one cannot rewrite the past. A Dragonking is stubborn enough to defy fate, but also wise enough to accept the facts of the universe.]

[Still, how can the only other Targaryen be so impure? What can be done instead, is cleansing. To relieve Daenerys' existence from that past.]

What? Like memory erasure?

I didn't like that.

[Not erasure, but purification. Erasing her memory will break who she is. She wouldn't be Daenerys Stormborn then.]

[No, true flames of purification will not destroy the core of Daenerys Stormborn, but will purge the lingering claim of lesser men from her body and soul, as well as the trauma and the regret from her mind. What remains will be the untainted fire of her true heritage.]

Was it saying it'd remove all the trauma she'd faced from losing her stupid child to that witch? Including everything else?

[Offer Daenerys Targaryen the dragon's flame of rebirth? Unleash the true dragon within, making her worthy to rule beside the Dragon King?]

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Despite everything Dany had done to me, including my original fate of death, the choice was obvious.

The original Viserys hadn't just raised her—she was the pillar of his will to live when everything crumbled. He pushed himself for her, to feed her when there was nothing. I'd inherited those feelings.

So I'd love to make her awaken, to relive her soul from the weight of her poor past, and I was understanding right, also grant her the ability to keep herself safe.

The choice was simple.

Y.

“Ahhhnggg!” The world regained its color in no time as Dany moaned aloud from my cock slamming deep into her.

At the same time, her body began to glow with an inner light.

Her eyes flew open, confusion and fear replacing the desire that had been there moments before.

"B-brother!? What's happening to me?" Her voice trembled as golden light began to pulse beneath her skin.

"Shh, it's alright," I soothed, kissing her deeply as I continued to thrust into her. "Everything is alright. You're becoming what you were always meant to be."

Her body grew hotter beneath mine, her skin taking on an orange glow as veins of light like molten lava traced patterns across her flesh. Her silver-gold hair ignited, becoming a crown of living flame that didn't burn away.

I felt the heat against my skin, hot enough to burn, but my dragon blood and the System's enhancements protected me. A dragon doesn't burn.

"It hurts," she gasped, but her hips still moved against mine, seeking pleasure even as her body transformed. "But it feels... good too. So good, brother. Don't stop!"

Around us, the three dragons seemed to sense what was happening somehow.

As if guided by ancient instinct, they opened their massive jaws and unleashed streams of fire directly at us. Viserion's golden flames, Drogon's black-red inferno, and Rhaegal's greenish-red blaze converged, enveloping us in a sphere of multicolored fire.

Inside that burning cocoon, I drove into Daenerys harder, faster, claiming her completely.

“O-oh my gods! S-slow down, I- I can't!” Her cries of pleasure echoed within our fiery sanctuary, mingling with my own grunts as I took her with all the force and passion I possessed.

"You're mine," I growled against her ear, feeling her inner walls clench around me. "You've always been mine, Dany."

"Yes!" she screamed, her voice changed somehow, deeper and more resonant. "Y-yours, brother… Only yours!"

The flames roared around us, intensifying with our passion. Through the fire, I could see her changing—horns of ivory spiraling from her temples, wings unfurling from her back, iridescent scales blooming across her shoulders and down her spine.

A slender tail emerged, whipping against the ground as pleasure coursed through her.

My own wings had manifested, spreading wide as I continued to claim her, to remake her.

When the flames finally died down, Daenerys was transformed.

No longer just the Mother of Dragons in mere name, but something more—a dragon herself. Her violet eyes glowed with inner fire, her new features making her even more beautiful, more otherworldly.

With surprising strength, she pushed against my chest, rolling us over until she straddled me. Her new wings stretched behind her, catching the morning light as she gazed down at me in wonder.

"I feel... reborn," she whispered, rolling her hips experimentally and drawing a groan from deep in my chest. "Like everything that weighed me down has burned away."

"You are reborn, yes, sister.” I confirmed, gripping her hips as she began to ride me. "The true Daenerys Targaryen. My woman.”

“Mmhm…” She threw her head back, her flaming hair cascading down her back as she moved. "It feels incredible… I… can feel you everywhere, brother. So deep inside me. You feel so good.”

I thrust upward to meet her movements, watching in awe as pleasure transformed her face. The scales on her body caught the sunlight, glittering like jewels against her skin. Her breasts bounced with each movement, perfect and tempting.

"No one will ever touch you again," I promised, reaching up to cup one breast, thumbing the nipple and watching her shudder. "You belong to me now, completely."

"Yes. Yes I do," she hissed with her eyes rolling back, her movements growing more frantic. "Only you. Only ever you."

Above us, the dragons took to the sky, circling in perhaps some ritual as ancient as our bloodline.

Their shadows passed over us as Daenerys rode me with increasing urgency, her new tail curling around my thigh.

"I'm close," she gasped, her inner walls clenching around me. "Brother, please! Give it to me, do me more!"

I gripped her hips harder, driving up into her with all my strength. "Cum for me, sister.” I threw her under me, above her once again. “Let me feel you."

She shattered with a cry that could have been heard in Pentos, her body convulsing around mine as waves of pleasure claimed her.

The sight of her in ecstasy, transformed and glorious, pushed me over the edge. I erupted inside her, filling her with my seed as the dragons roared overhead.

Daenerys collapsed under me, her wings folding around us like a cocoon. We lay there, joined and breathless, as the dragons continued their aerial dance above.

"How… long can we stay like this?" she murmured against my neck, her body still occasionally shuddering with aftershocks.

I stroked her back, feeling the junction where smooth skin met scales, where wings emerged from flesh.

"As long as we want. The world can wait."

And so we remained, locked together as the sun climbed higher, her moans going haywire once again, the dragons circling endlessly overhead in celebration of a union that defied fate itself.

I felt like a winner that day.

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