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The spires of Dragonstone rose up out of an island of craggy rock and windswept grass. The castle had been shaped to the likeness of the fire-breathing beasts which House Targaryen held mastery over, snarling mouths and unfurled wings breathing life into hard, steadfast stone.
A vessel flying the black and red banner of the Targaryen’s slipped across the murky expanse of the Blackwater, answering the call of a royal invitation.
The invitation from King's Landing was one under the guise of making amends with the queen.
It was the devilish idea of one Rhaenyra Targaryen, Laena's more mischievous half.
"I didn't think she'd come, let alone... alone." She whispered to the younger in quiet, watching her gorgeous cousin drain a goblet of wine.
She'd liked to have had a glass, were she not pregnant. She was all smiles when the queen came to greet herself and the 'generous' princess, as Alicent had so snarkily called her.
Alicent frowned as she arrived on Dragonstone, alone without her usual protectors.
She'd been forced to come here by herself, without Cole, without her sons or even sweet Helaena, by Viserys to "make amends" with a Rhaenyra so desperate to.
Alicent scoffed.
She had done nothing but her duty, and pointing out that the Princess was growing into a pile of lard was merely stating the obvious. She looked over her shoulder, pouting and entered the castle.
Rhaenyra was drinking, obviously, even though it was before noon.
Alicent nodded at the Princess, cringing at how fat she'd gotten. She was bloating, her belly huge and round, tits spilling out of her black dress.
Her cousin was over her shoulder, smiling mischievously. She snarled at Laena, unable to conceal her feelings for the woman the court gossips had declared to be Rhaenyra's lover, filling her with rage and jealousy...jealousy she didn't fully understand.
“You would do well to mind how you conduct yourself in my presence, stepmother.” Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes into slits, staring daggers at Alicent.
She felt in control. She felt powerful. She felt dangerous.
That sense of grandiose conviction was unfortunately undermined when a deep, rumbling belch suddenly exploded out of the Dragon Princess, brought about by a mixture of too much wine and the tightness in her gut.
This was not something she could smother with her hand, or nonchalantly play off as if it hadn’t happened.
It seemed as if the gods themselves disapproved of Rhaenyra’s gluttony, and had seen fit to punish her by embarrassing the Realm’s Delight in front of the one person in all of the Seven Kingdoms that she least wanted to be embarrassed in front of.
Rhaenyra’s plump cheeks flushed a red so bright and fiery that it eclipsed the rich crimson of the rubies that had been woven into the trimmings of her dress.
"The wine must be very enjoyable," Laena teased, sitting beside the princess. "Come, sit, Your Grace. Enjoy the food, the drink, we've set out a nice array." She purred, trying to overshadow the princess's embarrassment.
"I wish I could partake in the wine..." she lamented, her eyes glowing with admiration for the princess as she sat, hand on belly, a glimmer of something more... carnal crossed her eyes.
"I know much of my dear cousin's enjoyment for such fine provisions," she half-joked, "but our beloved queen must have a taste for such things as well, no?"
Alicent couldn't help but snicker as Rhaenyra belched loudly in front of her.
"Oh, I see the Princess is enjoying herself." She glared hard at Rhaenyra's enormous belly, barely constrained by her black dress. It caused her to salivate....growing wet between the thighs.
She closed her eyes. Sinner, she thought. This would be a challenge.
She looked at the spread before her, flagons of wine, meats, cheese, pastries.
"Is this all you've invited me here for? To dine with you?" She crossed her arms, uncertain.
Rhaenyra felt herself growing more and more flustered.
She drew some small comfort from Laena’s presence beside her, but that haughty Hightower prude sent waves of fire blazing beneath her flesh.
It was a searing, volcanic roar that smouldered in her chest, fizzled in her skull, and throbbed in her cunny.
Rhaenyra felt Alicent’s eyes fixing on her gut, which sent a mixture of rage and insecurity wriggling through the pit of her stomach.
The Dragon Princess tried to adjust her bulk, hoping to adopt a more flattering angle that would make her appear at least a little slimmer.
She exhaled slowly, making a genuine effort to release the tension that was plaguing her, and adopt a calmer demeanour.
“Would it be so awful to share in some food and merriment, stepmother?” Rhaenyra asked Alicent, “We used to delight in each other’s company. Is it unthinkable that we might mend these recent schisms, and wash away any slights or missteps?”
Rhaenyra felt a slight hum of pride in her breast as she silently congratulated herself on her uncharacteristic diplomacy.
It was then she noticed the patch in her dress where the inky black and bloody red threading had begun to give way, strands of fine silk fraying around the dome-like orb of her belly.
Rhaenyra battled furiously to keep shame and panic from creeping into her features, moving her goblet of wine in front of the small torn section of her gown, whilst she prayed to the Seven that Alicent and Laena didn’t notice the splitting material.
Alicent saw Rhaenyra redden as she glared at her, her plump face turning crimson and sweat bead upon her brow. She swore she could hear the Princess's breath labour after speaking.
She's enormous, Alicent thought, arousing herself at the thought of the Princess's body without its tight constraints, the weight she had piled on away from her watchful eye.
She bit her lip to avoid temptation and nodded brusquely. "Mayhaps," she sat beneath Rhaenyra, nibbling at a pastry. "I will indulge you as long as I must, Princess."
Her words were pointed, but desperate. Arousal was slipping into each breath.
Her brown eyes widened as she continued to stare at Rhaenyra's vast belly, stitches tearing, a patch of flab covered in stretchmarks showing.
"P..princess..." she whispered, and nodded towards the tear.
"That corset was quite small." Laena mumbled, a bit louder than she'd intended.
As eyes settled on her, she let out a quiet 'fuck' under her breath, "I mean to say, it must've shrunk when being washed by the washer girl... you know she can be a little... dense..." she reasoned, taking a plate of roast duck, and quickly filling her mouth.
She mumbled something about the duck being quite rich and well-roasted, her words obscured as she chewed, trying to hide the fact that she'd just barbed her poor cousin immediately after such an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction.
A pang of embarrassment rippled throughout her body as gentle lilac eyes flitted over the two other women, and her perfectly smooth, dark skin burned hot with blush.
Big mouth... She thought to herself.
The Dragon Princess snatched up a handful of roast duck in an angry fistful.
She tore glazed flesh with her teeth in a somewhat scrambled attempt to soothe her embarrassment by stuffing her face with decadent flavours and delicious meat.
“The washer girl has all the wits of a drunken dullard,” Rhaenyra mumbled between messy mouthfuls, sauce smeared across her pouting lips, “You’ll recall this is not the first of my dresses she’s shrunken, cousin.”
Rhaenyra had blurted the words out before she’d taken a moment to contemplate how they would have utterly the opposite effect of what she’d intended.
“I w-wanted to buy a new gown, either way,” she mumbled, batting a lock of crisp white hair away from her forehead with a hand that was still sticky from the duck,” Something with some room. A woman shouldn’t need to be stuffed into a dress and bound by corset strings so tightly that she can scarcely breathe, for the pleasure of slobbering, lack-witted men.”
The Realm’s Delight looked frantically between Laena and Alicent for even the faintest words of support, her dazzling purple eyes wide, and her pudgy cheeks flushing crimson.
Alicent scoffed at the sheer delusion that spilt out of Rhaenyra's plump lips.
"I'd imagine that's not the first dress she's shrunken," Alicent said, gnawing at a pastry, and stuck her nose up, "maybe I'll send you my girl. She's never shrunken even a single green gown." She pridefully smoothed her dress over her flat middle.
She finished her pastry, watching Rhaenyra's enormous breasts heave up and down, barely constrained by her gown, and shrugged her shoulders.
She herself felt slobbering and lackwitted when she started at the whole of Rhaenyra.
"You could use extra room in the middle," she said, more eager than cruel.
Laena gave Alicent a deathly glare. "I think the princess may just be bloated, you silly girl," she turned to Rhaenyra.
"So much wine so early in the morning will do that." She said with a gentle nudge to the girl, trying to convince her to play along.
"I saw you sneak a cup this morning." She snorted. "So much wine, I know you like it, but for the good of the realm, please try to have a little restraint. You'll end up as drunk as a beggar, something I hear your father's court is taking up like a fashion statement."
She rolled her eyes, now diverting attention to others not present.
Rhaenyra bristled with rage at Alicent’s venomous words, one pudgy fist coiling around her goblet as anger burned inside of her.
“We invite you here in the hopes of soothing tensions, and instead you come into my home and insult me further!” the Dragon Princess hissed at Alicent, her double-chin quivering as she shouted.
Rhaenyra’s twinkling violet eyes snapped over to Laena, brimming with irritation.
“If the mood to drink wine takes me, then I shall drink wine!” the Realm’s Delight snarled, “I am a princess! I will do as I please!”
It was at that moment that the split in Rhaenyra’s dress noisily tore open, the fleshy avalanche of her enormous belly bursting outwards in a tidal wave of wobbling blubber, and flopping out into the princess’ lap.
Laena went to soothe her cousin.
"Dearest Queen Alicent, perhaps if you tried the wine, you'd see just why the princess is so passionate about her drinks today." She suggested, clumsily reaching out, the pregnant lady bumping into the princess as she reached out to hand the queen a cup of wine.
"Oop—" She yelped as she fell belly-to-belly into the princess, the wine still clutched in her slender fingers.
Alicent rolled her eyes at this display. "This is a farce. I c..cannot believe that you would call me all the way here merely to glut yourselves in front of me."
Her eyes widened at Rhaenyra's huge, exposed belly, she stood, almost compelled by it, walking over to grab it and look the princess in the eyes.
She made eye contact with Rhaenyra, her voice bitter and shaking, half aroused and half infuriated, and lifted her heavy lower belly roll.
"You don't wish to make peace with me, you spoiled brat, you just want to stuff yourself and throw your decadence in my face while you make me watch. Look all you've gotten away with it, you and Lady Laena here, no one to tell you no except me, who you mock and despise. You sit around on your enormous backside, looking pretty and tempting, filling me with desire, with your chubby feet and..."
Alicent choked and sputtered, realizing what she just said, "...ugh...I should leave for King's Landing, there's nothing of value here except...your....you..."
She stomped her foot.
"I should have brought Cole!" She exclaimed, hand not releasing from Rhaenyra's gut.
Laena was stunned into silence for a moment, witness to the odd display of the entire array of human emotion in one go.
"Her... feet?" She asked, that being the only thing that came out of her mouth before a gout of laughter that squeezed her ribs almost painfully.
"With... all due respect, your grace..." she wheezed as she laughed, "sit down." Despite her raucous laughter, her tone was authoritative. "Sit. You can explain all of... that, that you so freely divulged."
She hadn't expected the queen to be a deviant, let alone to fold so easily, and least of all, at the sight of Rhaenyra's semi-naked rolls.
She gave her little cousin a soft look of sympathy, knowing how embarrassing it was to be belly-out like that, the husky— no, fat— young princess…
Rhaenyra had once been declared “the Realm’s Delight” by her uncle for a reason.
She had been desired by men and women alike for as long as she could remember.
Whether they yearned for her crown, her flesh or both, the Dragon Princess was intimately familiar with the flames of desire that blazed in the eyes of the lustful.
Rhaenyra saw those same hungry fires shimmering in the eyes of her stepmother.
Alicent’s hands grasping her belly felt…good.
“I’m a spoiled brat am I?” Rhaenyra purred, delighting and reviling in the act of teasing Alicent Hightower, “Lounging around on my…enormous backside?”
Rhaenyra let out a titter of glee, a shiver pulsing through her whole body.
“Truly, I am a mockery of all that is good and decent,” Rhaenyra smirked, “Why don’t you come and discipline me, Alicent?”
Laena felt her mouth dry up, taking a shivering gulp of water at the tone her younger cousin took, her pulse quickening.
She felt her stomach roil in response. It was true that Rhaenyra had always been a tad larger in the backside, and was a chubby thing in her youth, but the years of her young womanhood had thinned her out greatly, and now she had made sure— if by accident or uncaring intention to indulge herself constantly— to correct that.
The scent of Rhaenyra's perfumes and oils assaulted her sensitive nose and made her pregnant stomach lurch, but the desire in her heart quelled the nausea.
Now I know what the lady Jeyne was talking of...she thought to herself, recalling a late-night chat she'd had with the cousin of her cousin one evening, some years ago.
The two youths having stolen away to gossip whilst everyone else was busy celebrating Rhaenyra's thirteenth nameday.
She liked Jeyne.
Another thick swallow did nothing to soothe her tongue, which sat heavy in her mouth. Daemon had never elicited such a reaction in her... ever. He had tantalised her, sure, but her heart never reacted... like this.
"I think that's qu-quite the fool's errand, trying to discipline you, rowdy." She stumbled through each word, trying to keep a sense of humor in the air as the situation grew aggressive, knowing full well that the sexual energy drowning this very setting couldn't be assuaged even by gale winds.
Alicent, instead of backing away as she had intended to, was incited by the Princess's words and lifted her full belly with both of her hands.
Her brown eyes shone with lust and rage as she climbed atop Rhaenyra, half spitting as she said, "You are a mockery of decency, you defile your house...look at this..." She smacked Rhaenyra's exposed belly. "You want discipline? You want me to discipline you? As if I haven't tried...look where it's gotten you! You and your cousin lounging around, whelping bastards and stuffing your faces like pigs. Even your fucking dragon is fat." She caught her breath, breathing in Rhaenyra's sweat and perfumes. She felt herself growing wetter with each vindictive word.
"I need to be in charge of you...I need to control you...I need you..." She said, voice faltering the last phrase. She bit her lip and she felt Rhaenyra's fat thighs under hers, her heart raced. "I hate how you spurn me...for...years...with men, even with other women..." she shot a glance at Laena. "I need you..." She babbled, hardly making sense even to herself. She closed her eyes and latched onto Rhaenyra's neck, kissing her double chin with ferocious passion, her hands tracing her stretchmarks as she did so.
Laena's eyes widened further and she felt her heart thud in her chest, burning with a sick sense of desire at this perverse affair. "Hells." She whispered. It was true, even sweet Syrax was as plump as a pheasant.
She wanted to reach out, jealousy and lust swirling in her mind, to stop the queen, or to join in... but her paralysis deepened when she saw the fire and fury in Alicent's eyes.
Whelping bastards? Baela and Rhaena were not...it didn't matter.
"You're right, Alicent," Rhaenyra whispered as her stepmother ran her hands over her, savouring how her Alicent shuddered and shook with unshackled desire, "I'm a greedy, gluttonous pig...and I need you."
A spasm of sadistic pleasure thrummed inside of every fibre of the Dragon Princess' being.
With one chubby hand, Rhaenyra beckoned Laena over to her, a wicked grin dancing across her plump lips.
"Does my big, decadent belly anger you?" she giggled mischievously in Alicen't ear, "Does my debauchery ignite pious anger within you? Or does my sin...excite you?"
Rhaenyra placed her free hand on her gargantuan belly, shaking it softly. Her pale flesh shuddered and jiggled, ripples cascading through her mountain-like gut.
"Whatever is to be done with an insatiable sow like me?"
Rhaenyra leant forward, delicately biting Alicent's ear with her teeth, before running her tongue up the side of her stepmother's cheek.
A dark, perverse laugh rumbled out of the Realm's Delight.
Alicent stopped thinking, shuddering as Rhaenyra licked her cheek. She tore off the remnants of Rhaenyra's dress and hefted her enormous breasts, her hands sinking deep into her pale flesh, gently tugging at her wide pink nipples.
"Your sin disgusts me," she said, her voice quivering, but she began grinding against Rhaenyra's fat thigh. "You ruin me just as you've ruined yourself..." She moaned, licking down Rhaenyra's neck, falling to her knees and planting wet kisses all over her massive belly.
She spread the Princess's thighs with her shaking hands. "Whatever is to be done with you....this is what you want done to you, isn't it...it's the only thing you want other than those heaps of butter and lard you shovel down your throat..."
She began kissing the Princess's meaty thigh fat, rolling her eyes as she saw that she hadn't bothered to wear undergarments.
Slut, she thought, but she inched closer with her own tongue, breathing in Rhaenyra and lifting her belly.
Laena danced slowly over, sitting halfway in the princess's lap, as if under a trance.
She was enamoured with the way the repressed queen was so easily bent to her will, and a hand rested on the princess's belly, her body shivering with delight at the touch.
"You've grown, cousin." She teased, seeing the princess's plumpness as a perverse mirror of her own belly.
"Would you have more sons with my dear brother? Grow fatter still?" She asked, teasing the princess as she fought her own desires to strip right now and submit to the princess... this was their plan, to break the will of the queen... but she was falling victim to the plan as well.
Rhaenyra’s whole body shuddered as Alicent teased her nipples, goose-prickles sweeping across her ample abundance of quivering flesh.
“I’m…s-so greedy!” she moaned, sadistic glee replaced with volcanic yearning as Alicent seized control of her,” S-such a…fat…greedy…whore!”
Alicent’s wet tongue danced across the lips of her cunt, enticing an ear-splitting groan of pleasure out of the insatiable Dragon Princess.
Rhaenyra felt her womanhood gushing like a surge of water bursting through a dam. Within moments, her flabby thighs were soaked.
She only grew wetter and wetter as Laena joined in the teasing, wriggling with euphoria as her cousin’s hand caressed her belly.
“I’ve still g-got plenty of room to g-grow,” Rhaenyra said with an exhale of carnal ecstasy, “I c-could always be…f-fatter.”
The Realm’s Delight felt as if she had ascended into pure bliss. The troubles and trials of the mundane world were melting away, leaving only indulgence and depravity in their place.
“F-feed me!’ Rhaenyra practically screamed, “Oh, gods be good! B-both of you…do as the p-p-princess commands you!”
Laena hurriedly hopped off her lap, reaching for something, anything to feed the princess.
She brought to her mouth a leg of duck, rich and fatty, swayed entirely by the neediness in her voice.
"Yes, my princess." She breathed, hoping to steal away one bite, but she saw the look in Rhaenyra's eyes, the hunger, the lust, the depravity, and decided against it, even if she had a natal excuse.
Her hands were deft in keeping the flow of food coming, a sight which she could hardly believe was unfolding before her as she watched the princess swell herself further, all pretence of decency, gone.
She'd never seen such... gluttony on display before.
While Laena fed her, Alicent didn't let her tongue pull away from Rhaenyra's enormous thighs and wet cunt.
She barely heard the Princess's cries for gluttony, not that she could have understood them if she did, her mind focused totally on Rhaenyra's body.
Her hands greedily and firmly latched onto her soft, flabby hips, kneading them as if they were dough. She felt Rhaenyra's belly smother her face, and Alicent was barely able to breathe as she was covered by the Princess's lower fat rolls.
She didn't mind, though. She pressed forward, her nose grinding into Rhaenyra's fat pad and her tongue swirling and lapping at her clit. Her hands shifted under her body to her wide, soft ass, spreading across her chair. She shuddered as she felt the dimples of her broad rear, the weight pressing against her hands.
Laena giggled at the fervour of the queen, "My, you have her by such a grip..." she said to the youngest, the glutton princess.
Her thick thighs sent a shiver down the pregnant woman's spine. "You are gorgeous, my love." She whispered, hoping to invoke Alicent's jealousy by being so openly amorous.
Rhaenyra ripped off voracious mouthfuls of succulent duck, grease and flecks of torn meat dribbling down both of her wobbling chins as she indulged the most ravenous of appetites that rumbled within her.
The Dragon Princess’ belly became hard, inflated to an even more staggering immensity by the rich bounty that was being shovelled into her mouth.
Her womanhood throbbed and pulsed, delighted by the orgasmic combination of Alicent’s keen tongue and the abundance of food that she was gorging herself on with the bottomless hunger that only a dragon could possess.
Rhaenyra fought valiantly against the ecstasy that pounded inside of her womanhood, but as Alicent caressed her gargantuan buttocks and Laena whispered sweet nothings in her ear, the tide she had been battling to withhold finally overcame her.
Alicent moaned and released herself from Rhaenyra's heavy thighs, her face sticky and coated with cum. She sat on Rhaenyra's thighs, catching her breath and scoffed as she continued to shovel down roast duck.
"Of course..." she said, snatching a duck leg away from Rhaenyra and eating it herself, grease dripping down her face and smattering over her already messy green dress. She gave Rhaenyra a sticky, greasy kiss on the cheek.
"Happy, Princess? Have you ruined me enough?" She whispered, grinding against her fat thighs.
I've given myself over to sin, she thought, but she didn't want to stop.
"She hasn't ruined you enough." Laena tittered playfully, putting her feet up on the table as she sat, still feeding the princess despite the very clear fact that she was full, almost forcing her.
"And me? What about me?" She asked in a pleading voice. "Can I have some as well?" She had a small, almost giddy smile on her face. "Do I want the princess or the queen?" She mused aloud, though it was clear neither cared what she chose, and both would have their way with her if she played the game right.
Rhaenyra ran her tongue along Alicent's face, licking a sheen of her own cum off of her step-mother's cheek. The sweet taste of ejaculate sent a shiver skittering through her obese body.
"Oh Alicent, you should know that I am never satiated." the Dragon Princess smirked, jiggling the fleshy ocean of her humongous belly for emphasis.
Rhaenyra let out a deep, primal moan as Laena continued to stuff her, her womanhood aching with carnal longing, even though she had cum but a moment ago.
Rhaenyra Targaryen was in a realm of bliss so all-consuming that it exceeded even her most debauched fantasies. If it wasn't for the fullness of her tummy and the pulsing of her cunt, she would be certain that she was dreaming.
"Whatever shall I do with you, my sinful little beauties?" Rhaenyra tittered, giving both Laena and Alicent a firm smack on their backsides with each plump hand, "The dragon has awakened, and I dare say that she may never slumber again."
"You feel so powerful, don't you?" Laena gave her a sweet kiss on her lips, "Two beautiful women on your lap, hmm?" She teased her with another leg of duck, holding it just out of reach for the stuffed princess, "But who truly holds the power?" She snickered, the softness of her words tickling her ears.
"Tell me, now..." she cooed, gently waving it closer, playing the princess's gluttony.
Alicent moaned as Rhaenyra licked her, wiping off her greasy hands on Rhaenyra's vast belly.
"Again?" She whispered in awe, as Rhaenyra moaned and her sex grew wet again with desire. "You truly are insatiable..."
Alicent herself was coursing with desire and she couldn't help but gently guide her fingers under the Princess's vast belly. She stuck a finger in her still throbbing cunt and bit her lip as Rhaenyra moaned and continued to shovel food in from Laena.
"D..do with me as you like," Alicent admitted, breathing in sin. She couldn't help but be overawed by the display. She turned to Laena as shd massaged Rhaenyra's cunt with her fingers, opening her mouth, demanding to be fed alongside the Princess.