Dragons Fill the Sies

***ROBYN***

Reading several books and sifting through pages at a long desk, Lord Robyn Arryn was in the company of several researchers and scholars he invited from Oldtown. The purpose was to find information on how the Falcon knight and the Griffin King obtained the giant eggs and how they hatched them.

"In the first year after the coming of the foreign Andals, giant birds flew down from the skies from atop giant trees that pierced through the clouds. These trees were found in the few fertile plains in the Vale. I wonder how many nests were at the top of these trees and how big the mother birds are."

"There are lots of random excerpts of random people who have written down random events from their lives. This last passage was from a young shepherd who stopped at the base of these giant extinct trees that populated The Vale." Robyn said, looking at the researchers from Old Town.

"Indeed. We didn't even know such monstrous trees existed. Your discovery of these petrified eggs has reopened forgotten facts of Westero's ancient past, my lord." one of the researchers pointed out.

"Look here everyone, another random excerpt about one of the giant falcons. This one was written from the point of view of a traveling band. 'I just witnessed along with my friends, several giants north of the vale flinging chunks of rocks up at the sky as a mother falcon who was as large as their mammoths circled them. I think they were too close to her nest as we saw them jogging out of the giant Heaven tree forest.' These trees are called Heaven Trees. Then does that mean these giant falcons are either heavenly creatures?"

"Fellas I found something else, I think it might hold the answer. Someone did half our job for us. Its a tome with documented 'other beings" Robyn spoke.

Robyn continued, "In Valyria, dragons are a combination of Wyverns and Fireworms through some strange liquid and blood sacrifices of three men and three women to empower the dead body of the wyvern whose heart has been filled with the fireworms. The liquid will encapsulate the body and shrink to form a dragon's egg. In the wild seas, a sea dragon egg, for it to be hatched needs to be submerged in a pool of water with a perfect balance of salt and fresh water with the perfect temperature during a powerful storm. When lightning strikes the pool, a sea dragon will be born. Adopting a baby giant left to die by its mother or tribe is tricky. If the one adopting is a man, he must drink the giant's blood and the giant must drink his and then break something big like a boulder or bring down a tree before the giant babe to form a father-son pact. If it is a woman, the giant must drink milk from her breasts and she must carry him and never let him set foot for an entire day, if successful, the giant will see her as its mother and never leave her side."

Robyn continued reading and learned about tales of unicorns and where they could be found and bred for their horns in Westeros. There were drawings of foul-looking creatures that looked like men crossed with frogs and fish and squids called The Deep Ones. There were stone dragons and a race called elves, living skeletons, green imps, and even children of the forest who married men and women but nothing about giant falcons.

"Damn, this is irritating, why are there only excerpts of the giant falcons but nothing on how to awaken them." Robyn ran his fingers through his long locks, frustrated and losing patience.

"My lord, Lady Gisela Horpe of House Horpe from The Stormlands has arrived to spend time with you." Ser Tatios announced coming inside the room with Lady Gisela, a girl of seventeen years right behind him.

"My Lady, you surprised me" Robyn blushed as he stood up, removing his focus from staring long and hard at the giant tome.

"You said you would visit me what was supposed to be two days ago but you left your future lady wife waiting like an idiot. What do you have to say for yourself."

"I need help, I need your help, my lady. I found these giant petrified Falcon eggs that we found in a secret forgotten chamber of The Griffin King. Look here!" Robyn brought over a giant egg and the ancient dull crown of the long-dead Grifin king."

Lady Gisela took both items and placed the crown on herself which earned a chuckle from Robyn. She inspected the egg and felt its weight, studied its color, and tried shaking it to see if there was anything inside.

"My lady, I don't think there's anything alive inside," Ser Tatios said beside her.

"Or maybe something is sleeping inside and needs a very loud and powerful wake-up clap. There's a story in The Stormlands, well too many to count, that lighting is full of life and power from the storm god who still tries to bring down Storms End. He gives life and takes it. If you truly want, you can bring them all to The Stormlands and offer them up to The Storm God."

"What do you mean by 'offer' them to him."

"If you can promise him that if he brings them to life, you will offer one chick to Gendry as a testament of his divine power and also use the rest of the chicks to bring glory to his name and spread his worship all across Westeros and beyond."

Robyn looked over at the other eggs and made his mind up. "Let's head to The Stormlands!"

***BRAN & RHAENYRA***

In the Gray Keep maids placed in charge of looking after Manus Raven by Rhaenyra, played with him by showing him stuffed animals made to look like wolves, ravens, and giants with clubs in their hands. Maids put on a show for him as he watched on his bouncing wooden chair and laughed as the maid holding the giant with a club fighting the wolf while both were being harassed by the stuffed raven. In his room was The Stranger watching over Manus while making sure The Blue Heavenly dragon egg was kept close to Manus. He knew that after what Bran and Rhaenyra saw at the top of the world, they needed to relieve their stress and they only knew one way to do that.

In the comfort and privacy of King Bran's bed chamber, the arched windows that had glass on them had silk curtains covering them. The only light around was the multitude of candles that dotted the large gray-stoned chamber. The shadows belonging to King Bran and Rhaenyra, cast by the lights of the candles, dance against the walls as their united bodies move and turn and thrust in all manners sexual.

Bran's hair stuck to his forehead and framed his face from sweat as he fucked Rhaenyra like a mad dog. His lady wife, Rhaenyra, lay on her stomach on their giant bed with her legs spread far apart. She kept the pillows gripped in her hands and kept her neck curved back slightly as her mouth hung open, thoroughly enjoying his long-fat cock pushing in and sliding out of her, spreading her walls each time.

"Ooo Fuck! Ahh! Ahh! HAAH! SHIITT!!" Rhaenyra shrieked and hissed in pleasure that bordered on the painfully delightful.

Bran kept his legs close and braced himself on the bed as he slid up and over her faster and harder, each time getting either a shriek or curse from Rhaenyra.

"OH SHIT! HAUGH! HAUGH! AAUGHH!" Bran came with fury as he growled, pressing himself firmly against Rhaenyra and emptying himself in her.

"More my king, I need more!" Rhaenyra begged, looking back at Bran with a devilish smile.

Bran smirked and lay down beside her on his side. He pulled her in closer to him until both their hips were pressing against each other. Looking deeply into her wanting eyes, he draped her leg over his hip and let her guide his rigid cock to the entrance of her waiting cunt. Pressing their heads together, they breathed faster while Rhaenyra rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, eliciting sharp gasps from her and Bran. Unable to wait any longer, Bran slid inside of her and fucked her much to her satisfaction. He held on to her ass, giving her pale cheek several firm slaps that only made her squeeze tighter against his sliding shaft.

Rhaenyra and Bran kissed deeply, keeping her shrieks inside his mouth as he pounded her mercilessly. She felt him cumming as his cock throbbed and he felt her orgasm ascending as her walls began to vibrate and undulate around him. Their slapping bodies and their moans trapped in their kiss rose and exploded in a crescendo of heavy growls from Bran and deep satisfied moans from Rhaenyra.

"Fuck...huff...huff...Bran...more...more. I want it, I want it in my ass, my king husband"

"Rhaenyra...have you ever--"

"No my love, you will be my first, and if you don't believe me, search through my history to see for yourself."

"Okay, im going to need you to make my cock slick for me to push inside of you," Bran said. Rhaenyra with a sly grin, jumped on top of Bran and straddled his chest and faced his toes and took his rigid cock into her mouth while she straightened out her legs and felt Bran spread open her stuffed cunt and push his tongue inside of her.

Rhaenyra bobbed her head up and down, slathering saliva all over his cock, picking up her tempo and matching Bran's until he moved out from under her and positioned himself behind her. Licking one finger and then two, he slid them inside of her brown hole much to her delight. A crazed look crossed her face as she pressed back against his fingers, sliding in and out of her hole and curling them upwards.

"Fuck, I can't wait anymore!" Bran growled. He took hold of his cock, pressed the wet head of his cock and pressed it against Rhaenyra's brown hole, and pushed slowly in. he watched as his fat cock disappeared more with each motion forward and she felt him filling her, stretching her out back there much to her excitement.

With her legs spread wide apart, her back arched and her ass at the right height, Bran pulled her back by her wrists as his cock pounded into her ever tightening hole that seemed to want to snap his cock in half but the pressure, that o so intoxicating lovely pressure of his cock sliding in and out of her asshole made him fuck her faster and harder, hard enough to slap his balls against her cunt that oozed with his seed from earlier.

"YES! YES MY KING! OOOHHHHHH FUCK!" Rhaenyra hissed and gasped as her asshole burned with pain that slowly gave way to strange intoxicating pleasures. Rhaenyra could feel Bran pick up the pace now, terrifyingly faster, he was enjoying himself as much as she was. They were made for each other, born and died to be born again to have met each other in new lives.

"YES MY LOVE! AH SHIT! DON'T STOP, JUST LIKE THA--AAHH! YES! YES! AAUUGHH!!"

Rhaenyra's incessant and desperate cries of pleasure drove his mind wild and his body even more so as now his hips crashed against her pale buttocks with the same ferocity of a hummingbird flapping its wings. With his most powerful orgasm not far behind, Bran held Rhaenyra by her face and curved her neck slightly enough for him to kiss her as his final thrusts and her high-pitched moans and gasps filled their bedchamber.

As if sharing one mind and one body, Bran and Rhaenyra felt each other's pleasure exploding as if it were theirs. Rhaenyra felt hot spurts of his seed filling her bowels and Bran felt his cock vibrate like mad as her asshole squeezed and milked him for everything he was worth. He pulled out of her and fell back on their bed while Rhaenyra smiled and laughed while rolling over onto Bran.

"What was all of that about, I never had a man move as fast or as mad as you, are you feeling alright?"

"Are you complaining or praising me?" Bran asked.

"Im not complaining--well okay maybe I am. Im not too sure if I'll be able to walk properly tomorrow."

Changing the subject, Bran brought up several new developments across the realm. "The Westerlands are finally at peace, Rhaenyra and in a few months we should be expecting the future heir of Casterly Rock to be born."

"I can't believe Tyrion Lannister was capable of such brutality, even if it was his seven blades who were doing most of the torture. The way Loren endured all of that pain, I wonder what kept him going knowing he had no way except through giving what Tyrion wanted. What of your sister, how is she doing with the prince from the east."

"She's learning and bonding with the gift Jin gifted her, that little guy is going to be her saving grace, I've seen It. I've also decided to start early planning on choosing my first candidate of Queen."

This piece of news perked Rhaenyra's interest. She wrapped an arm around his stomach, pulling him in with her immense strength.

"I have sent letters to Lord Robyn and Princess Arianne about meeting with potential candidates, the only thing I ask is that they are from minor houses and even from new houses. I know that Lord Robyn and Princess Arianne would prefer I marry a member of the loyal vassal house or Arianne herself, but this is how it must be."

a sense of jealousy and possessiveness came across Bran as she looked up at him. He had grown physically stronger, handsome, and more focused and determined despite everything they had been through and seen.

"And when you pick the one you want to be your first queen, what will it feel like sleeping with another woman? Won't you miss this body and everything else?"

Bran looked at her, kissed her, and flipped her so she was straddling him. "You and I are bonded deeper than any blood running through the deepest vein in our bodies. But yes It will be odd sharing my bed with another woman, but I ask myself the same of you when it is time when you share another man's bed."

Rhaenyra laughed and ran her fingers through Bran's hair. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his. "Alicent would be laughing at me and im sure she will when she sees me when I have amassed an army of heavenly dragon riders sired by different men. As for how it will feel, each man as I suppose each woman is unique and should be appreciated and valued. It will be strange to be with another man, but it is for the salvation of the world. But if you're future queens are into wondering what it would be like, we can see how well we warm this bed."

It took a while for Bran to understand what she was proposing and his face turned bright red and let out a laughter. His laughter was unique and sincere, neither forced or false. Seeing his smile and hearing him laugh made her feel better.

"I wonder if I would even have the stamina for two, you're already two handful, my love"

"I disagree love, you're the one who's a handful. But our bodies have been transformed. This new body of mine doesn't seem to truly feel fatigue and the energy flowing through your veins has given you a similar body to mine."

***THE THRONE ROOM***

Seated on his wooden throne with Maester Sam Brienne and Podrick standing close by him. King Bran attended to important business in choosing the first candidate for his first future queen. Rhaenyra spent time with Manus while Bran focused on the crown business. Princess Arianne Martell of House Martell walked into the throne room with a column of Dornish ladies from minor and new houses, there were seven of them in total and eight if Arianne included herself. Bran looked around and smiled softly at all of these beautiful dornish beauties that ranged in age from sixteen to twenty-one.

"My king, it is so good to be back here at the capital, I congratulate you and Catlyn on getting married, even if she is only a lady wife, I assure you Dorne celebrated your union. Dorne is also eagerly awaiting your decision on choosing a Dornish woman to be your first wife and queen of the two you are allowing yourself to have. Whoever you choose, Dorne will celebrate all the same. I have gathered all of the youngest and most beautiful Dornish ladies of noble houses who are minor or new in status. Even though I am not a potential candidate for your first queen, it behooves me why you don't reconsider."

"My princess Arianne, I am elated to have you back here to grace my throne room and my city. As for an answer to your question, I have already written it in my letter made out to you, 'this is how it must be' for the future to play out as beneficial for not only the realm but for the entire world, my reasons will become clear in time, I promise. I will be meeting each of these seven Dornish ladies in the King's office so I can get to know them on a more personal level. Who would like to be first?"

The girls looked at each other and decided for themselves, "I will go first, my King. My name is Nattie Dreamwhisper from House Dreamwhisper."

King Bran and Natti walked inside of his office where it was only the two of them.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance for the first time my lady, would you like anything to eat or drink?" Bran pointed to plates of food and several cups of wine orange juice and apple juice.

"I am full, your grace but thank you for the kind offer. You know I've never known a king as young as you, it's like im talking to my brother, but im not."

"My age makes you feel comfortable, I understand that. As your princess may or may not have told you, I was formerly Bran Stark, now Bran Raven of House Raven. The inspiration for the name of my new house and surname is becoming The Three-eyed Raven, since then I have undergone more changes to my being. I can see the entire past, present, and parts of the future to a degree. I saw that you were very excited to meet me and that your interest in me is genuine and not for anything political. You truly don't seek to become Queen to bring honor to your house, father,r or your peers, but to serve the realm as best you can. Are my words accurate?"

"Your grace, I--I said something similar to myself last night, like a prayer before I went to bed. That I am young, I seek only to find a good man who is unwed to love me so I can return his love threefold and even if I am not picked I will be happy this whole life to have been considered. These last queens and kings have done a horrible job and as ladies of Dorne, we do not play with the lives of the common people nor do we burn them, trap them in temples to be executed or ignore them to eat, whore, and drink. I would love to spend my entire life learning about you, your life, and the people of the realm to be a Queen worthy of their love and respect."

Bran smiled and placed a hand on top of Nattie's own which she kept rested on the table. She blushed and smiled, looking away but taking glances at Bran.

After a half hour of talking, the next dornish girl was up.

A tall, muscular but slender woman wearing a beautiful black and honey dress walked in. Her hair was styled in a simple ponytail. She wore no makeup as her beauty was natural. She curtsied before Bran and took a seat as soon as he offered it.

"Good morning your grace, my name is Nafondra Nightkiss of house kiss. My house is a manor house with one hundred men. My father and mother have two children, an older brother of twenty one years and myself, seventeen years of age."

"Wonderful, please tell me why you accepted to become a candidate for one of my two future Queens."

"Yes, of course, Your Grace, I will be happy to answer but I would like to know why you are choosing your first Queen to come from Dorne. Past kings, Targaryen and non-Tararyens never cared much for Dorne or Dornish women."

"I can't speak for why many except Elia Martell, the only Dornish woman to serve as Queen, were passed up. The Westerosi can be very...hostile to men and women of a different culture and who don't look like them. Rhaegar was married to Elia but became infatuated with Lyanna Stark. I could say I would like to show the world how a proper king treats a Dornish lady, or maybe to strengthen Dorne who has been neglected but the truth is that the stability of Westeros demands that I marry an eligible Dornish lady."

Nafondra just listened and absorbed it all in before taking time to reply. "Do you believe in any Gods, your grace?"