Reborn as Tyrion lanister

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Rhaella Targaryen - Katerina Hartlova

Daenerys Targaryen - Anastangel

Rhaenys Targaryen - Veronica Leal

Sansa stark - Angel youngs

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I've given Ned Stark ample time to assert his control over iron isles. But he had refused raise an army , even though piracy is rampant on his western shore after I took over the step stones. Thankfully, he has allowed each lord to build their own navy to protect their merchant and trade routes.

I've spent the year subtly moving my artillery ships among merchant ships to familiarise my crew with the route and with the pirates. The pirates have been a great excuse for having extra soldiers and weapons on merchant ships.

Me, Rhaella , Daenerys and Rhaenys have just landed in the main island of the Iron Isles, Pyke , the seat of the Greyjoys. We are all wearing thick wooden armour that make us look like men much bigger than we actually are.

We are disguised as I want to show them how disgusting these people are before we kill them. I show them lives of labour slaves and salt wives.

After a day spent there, I give a magic signal to Maggie and she starts moving the ships to play siege on the Island.

I spend another day showing the girls how much the slaves lives for worse because of the siege. Showing them the worst of the Ironborn. They will need this for what I'm about to do to them.

During my stay here, I've used different animals to scout out the castle Pyke completely. Once it's scouted, I decided to enter the castle through the main gate.

A guard stopped me, considering me and my 3 companions look armed and armour. I pull out my Dagger and kill the guard. I use the dead guard to shield myself from the incomming arrows. My companions take cover behind the wall.

Other guards started approaching me, but there daggers between their armoures to neutralize them.

Other guards ring an alarm. Once enough people are in melee range, me and the girls engage them in combat. The archers now have higher chance to hit their allies than us.

I've been training the girls whole last year for this combat. Rhaella particularly has build advantage since she is 7ft tall

She has been on amti aging and other potions for almost all long as my maids now. I've been drinking all their milk , giving me all the benefits and no side effects.

The side effects of those potions would have been that they would have looked like a lanky buff old woman, but my own magical expertise allow me to manipulate and massage their own bodies and perform plastic surgery like procedures to move fats and proteins from different parts of body to fight wrinkles and saggy breast.

Even Daenerys and Rhaenys were fasting well considering they are much smaller than most of these men they are fighting.

Once I feel that we are being overwhelmed, I pull out some flask and throw them on groups of enemy. The wild fire doesn't it's working and attracts even more attention.

The wild fire was also a signal for Maggie to start firing artillery shots and buring arrows from our ships.

As the castle cathes on fire, people try to come out but I've blocked the main exit. Me and the girls keep fighting burning enemies while our own wooden armour burns to ashes and we are naked.

While the girls look beautiful as ever, I look like I'm covered in red warpaint from head to toe. The war paint is made of grinded dragon bones and dying blood of Viserys Targaryen

[ Flashback

Viserys Targaryen was the start of the tournament that was held in honour of my conquest of stepsons. He was winning every round until he didn't.

In the final round, against a Dorthraki challenger that insulted this family and asked for his sister, in his anger and trying to make sure that his opponent dies, Viserys took a lance to his eye.

We tried the best we could, but there was too much direct brain damage. I kept him on life support as a brain dead person, keeping his body alive as a factory of Targaryen blood for my experiments.

Eventually, I came up with the war paint that would keep me safe from fire. The kinda safety I'm looking for will require dying blood of Viserys, instead of just blood. It's based on similar concept as creating valarian steel, but instead of enchanting metal, we are enchanting the dragon bone and blood paste.

Right before I left for iron islands, I let Viserys die, collecting last of his dying blood to make my fire proof war paint

Flashback end]

The three Targaryens themselves applied this warpaint to me right before we landed on Pyke. They even know that it is made of their son/brother/uncle's blood.

Once the fighting has died down, I pile up some bodies to make a bed and lay my ladies on them in the center is my love Rhaella. Our love story goes back to the time when I was merely 14 and her kingsguard. But every since her husband's death, I've been her sugar daddy.

I've given her almost the same treatment as my maids, but have given her leeway to be away from me more than them because she was raising her children while I was busy with conquest.

Now that she is free of all her tl other duties, she can fully dedicate herself to me.

Rhaella pulls out three dragon eggs that we have managed to find by now. Each of the lady holds one egg on their stomach while I do them missionary style while surrounded by fire.

I start with Rhaella. As soon as I put my dick in, I can feel the great magical nexus that these three have become. Directing energy and magic from the death and fire around them into the dragon eggs.

I don't let them. I start absorbing that energy, and keep pumping my dick in her as I try to absorb the energy from the dragon instead of letting it absorb Rhaella's energy.

I create almost a cycle where energy from fire, death and dragon are all absorbed into Rhaella, I absorb all her energy, and then I let some of the energy go back to the dragon so that it can keep being part of the cycle.

I try to manipulate this cycle to replace myself in the cycle with Daenerys and Rhaenys. I them include their own dragons to the cycle. It takes making each of them cum to synchronise them but one is set up, I'm constantly fucking Rhaella While fingerring Daenerys and Rhaenys at the same time in missionary position in top of a bed made of burning dead bodies.

Now all three of them gather magic from their dragons and fire and death around them, I absorb that magic and pass it along to dragons.

Symbolism is everything in magic. I'm fucking three generations of direct line Targaryens, each using a claim to the iron throne as queen. I'm covered in there family's would be heir's blood as I'm debasing them.

I'm siphoning all their magic for myself. They would have fed the dragon magic and being it's rider, but now I'm the one that fed all the dragons their magic.

If the dragons don't get the message and try to act tough in front of me, they better expect a spear to the throat.

I see the eggs crack and 3 puppy sized dragons come out. Their first sight in this life is seeing me debase their would be riders. Three dragons jump on me and start licking in my cheek, licking my warpaint.

I get scared since the fire is still going on, but I notice that my cheeks are not burning. As the dragons lick more warpaint off of me, I realise I'm not likely permanently immune to fire.

As the dragons keep licking me clean. The girls get on their knees. They have been so thoroughly that they can't think straight. They are acting like zombies as they try to give me blowjob. Rhaella has been bumping her nose with my dick trying to take it in her mouth.

I decide to help them out. I fix Dany and Rhany to each of my balls and put my hand on Rhaella's head to face fuck her.

Once I'm clean, the dragons each perch on my shoulders and head as I cum deep in Rhaella's throat. I pull out and gather each of my ladies eyes as I say to all of them " From this day on, I am your husband, your king Tyrion Targaryen, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, king of essos and westeros. King of the world."