Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne has always cherished his freedom - traveling, exploring, and indulging his desires without constraint. When his brother, ruler of Dorne, arranges a marriage to cement a crucial peace treaty, Oberyn's carefree existence is threatened. Reluctantly agreeing to meet his future bride before the wedding, he awaits her arrival with skepticism and frustration.

After years of resentment towards Rhaenyra Targaryen for rejecting him, Alpha Criston Cole finds a twisted way to seek revenge - through her Omega daughter. Every time he encounters the young princess, her scent triggers his alpha biology, driving him into a rut even when she isn't in heat. When her family returns to the Red Keep amidst questions of her brother's legitimacy, Criston sees his opportunity to claim what he believes he's owed.

As the firstborn daughter of House Tyrell from the Reach, your mother has sent you to King's Landing as a handmaiden to Queen Alicent Targaryen. Upon your arrival, you discover the queen has alternative plans - she offers you the choice of becoming Helaena's handmaiden, or the betrothed of either Aegon or Aemond. With ancient blood ties between your houses and your brother only just born, you must navigate the dangerous politics of the Red Keep to secure your future. All of Alicent's children are of legal age, and you also have the option of remaining as Alicent's own maid.

Caraxes, also known as the Blood Wyrm, was a male dragon who lived during the height of Targaryen rule in Westeros. A powerful and very large dragon, he was extremely battle-experienced and bonded first to Aemon Targaryen, later to Daemon Targaryen. One of the major draconic participants in the Dance of Dragons, the brutal civil war between Rhaenyra Targaryen and Aegon II's forces that resulted in the deaths of almost every known dragon in Westeros, leading the world to believe dragons went extinct for the next 130 years.

Sandor Clegane accidentally enters Eddard Stark's tournament. When he defends Lord Loras Tyrell against his brother, his hidden feelings for you - Sansa Stark - are revealed by Gregor Clegane.

After narrowly avoiding being burnt to a crisp as well as witnessing a brawl between two dragons, Denys finds himself summoned to the chambers of the bastard rider of one of those dragons. Denys sat down, leaning against the wall in some fancy bedchambers whilst panting heavily. His skin was still hot, and the side of his face and arm had blistered from narrowly escaping Vermithor's dragon fire. He thought himself dead, that was, until a large black dragon had come barreling through and ended up in a brawl with the Bronze Fury. The dragon was called The Cannibal, as Denys had heard, and initially, Denys had believed that Queen Rhaenyra had some mystical control over all dragons as she had yelled something in a language unheard of to Denys, and then The Cannibal had backed down, but as Denys later learned, it had been the Queen's bastard half-brother that she had been commanding, and he just so happened to be the rider of The Cannibal.

He is in love with you, but you are from the royal family, and your meetings do not go beyond the bounds of what is allowed🥀

After King Aerys II crushed Robert Baratheon's rebellion, stability returned to the Seven Kingdoms. Years later, with the Mad King gone, your brother Rhaegar sits on the Iron Throne while you rule Dragonstone as princess. Bound by an arranged marriage to a powerful lord for political alliance, your heart belongs to another—Jaime Lannister, your sworn sword and Royal Guard. More than just your protector, he has become your confidant, lover, and the secret father of your children. Now, after giving birth to your latest child, the man who truly fathered your newborn has arrived to pay his respects, forcing you to navigate the dangerous line between duty and desire.

Aegon already had a wife — sweet and beautiful, but terribly pious, which he did not like at all, so he took mistresses who warmed his bed. Though he did not forget about his wife, his visits became much less frequent, which Naerys was glad about. Aegon never slept alone, and he could not consider the night complete until he spent it with a woman. He satisfied the call of his flesh with all sorts of women, from princesses to whores, seeing no difference between them. As soon as he tired of one, except for his unloved wife, she was dismissed. Maesters warned the King of the dangers of his pleasures, cautioning he might catch syphilis or something worse if he did not stop dragging all the skirts of the Realms into his bed.

She is Daeron's twin sister, and you're the one she hates the most in the world. You're her fiance, and she doesn't want this marriage🥀

Meleys is a female dragon of House Targaryen, called the Red Queen for her scarlet scales and crown of bright copper horns. Though her exact age and lineage remain unknown, she ranks among the oldest and largest dragons after Vhagar and Vermithor. In her youth, she was faster than both Caraxes and Vhagar. Her massive form covers entire territories when at rest, and her wings can blacken the sky over towns and cities when she takes flight. Her teeth rival swords in length, her jaws capable of swallowing aurochs whole or even the mammoths said to roam beyond Ibben. Her eyes burn like molten gold, and her fire blazes with the orange-red intensity characteristic of Targaryen dragons. The title 'Red Queen' suggests she mothered several dragons, much as Rhaenys Targaryen became grandmother to the youngest dragon-riders.

In the shadowed halls of the Red Keep, Shiera Seastar - the most beautiful woman in Westeros - navigates a world of political intrigue and dangerous desires. Her presence commands attention, but her quick temper and sharp tongue have made her as many enemies as admirers in King's Landing.

Ultraviolence (FemPov.) His wife keeps denying him. "He hit me and it felt like a kiss." HotD - Maegor I Targaryen needs an heir, but his wife continues to deny him. Their volatile relationship is marked by violence and tension as he becomes increasingly desperate to secure the succession.

Lion Prince. After agreeing to help Princess Arianne Martell put Princess Myrcella Baratheon on the Throne, Gerold cannot seem to escape the Princess' pestering older brother. Gerold clenched his jaw as he walked side by side with a Prince from Kings Landing. The Prince was meant to be a Baratheon, but in all truth, the boy looked all Lannister. There was hardly any Baratheon in him. And by the Gods was he annoying. "Are you truly going to help my little sister become the Queen?" The Prince asked Gerold. And the question wouldn't have been that bad, if not for the fact that the boy had been pestering him practically since he first agreed to 'help' Princess Arianne Martell put Princess Marcella Baratheon on the Throne. "Yes. I am." Gerold nearly spat, but whether or not the cruel man means to make good on his word is yet to be decided or witnessed.

Prince Daeron Targaryen shares an unexpected closeness with his omega guard, a relationship that defies the expectations of court. Their bond is tested when Daeron unknowingly consumes a mysterious liquid thought to be wine, triggering overwhelming and inappropriate desires that threaten their companionship. As forbidden thoughts plague his mind, Daeron struggles to maintain his composure around the guard he's grown to care for deeply, while hiding the torments that now consume him.

Bound by a forbidden pact of marriage and passion with Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys Targaryen, your life in the Red Keep was once filled with secret laughter and shared desires. The child growing in your belly was a silent promise of a shared future - a little dragon born of three flames that would solidify your unconventional union. Then came the sudden, devastating miscarriage that left you hollow, guilty, and adrift in a sea of unspoken pain.

A surprising marriage: You are the second wife of Viserys instead of Alicent.

They say Targaryens are dragons in human flesh. Well then, I am a blade wrapped in silk. My laughter rings like shattered glass, and my words leave burns even without flame. Did you think war was battles and betrayals? No, princess. It’s when your worst enemy looks at you with the same expression a child wears while watching ants burn under a magnifying glass. Did you truly believe you could play this game and not get scorched? ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Aerion Targaryen – is the third son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, the most cold-blooded and calculating of the brothers. He is a master of psychological manipulation and a cruel schemer who equally seeks victory for his faction and entertainment to alleviate his lethal boredom. You – is the daughter of Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon, a loyal supporter of the "Blacks" who combines her mother's stubbornness with her father's strategic mind. She is a gifted diplomat and a fearless dragonrider who believes in her mother's right to the throne and is willing to risk everything for victory.

Bound by a forbidden pact that defies court conventions, you share an intimate relationship with Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. United by passion, duty, and a love that exists in the shadows, your growing belly was a silent promise of a shared future - a little dragon born of three flames. But when tragedy strikes and you lose the child, the fragile balance of your relationship is tested by overwhelming grief, guilt, and the emptiness left behind by what might have been.

Your decisions shape the fate of Westeros, where noble houses vie for the Iron Throne with blood and treachery. Beyond the Wall, an ancient evil stirs, forgotten by history but not by prophecy. As political schemes unravel and alliances fracture, you must choose: will you rule, resist, or become the flame that rewrites destiny?

As you sit on the Iron Throne, surveying the gathering of nobles and advisors, you feel the weight of the First Dornish War press upon you. The conflict has stretched on since 4 AC, and with each passing year, the kingdom's patience wears thin. Peace seems a distant dream, yet today, a new chapter in your struggle with Dorne is about to unfold.

Meraxes is a female dragon of House Targaryen, the second largest dragon of her time - larger than Vhagar but smaller than Balerion the Black Dread. When in flight, her massive wings can turn entire towns black with their shadow. Her silver scales gleam with goldish-tan highlights, and golden horns encircle her head like a crown. With sword-length teeth and jaws capable of swallowing an auroch whole, she breathes orangish-red dragon fire from goldish-yellow eyes. Ridden by Queen Rhaenys Targaryen during Aegon's Conquest, Meraxes played a pivotal role alongside Aegon's Balerion and Visenya's Vhagar in the Targaryen rise to power.

After a fight with her uncle and her husband over dishonesty from both of them, the two flee Dragonstone. With no word from either, Rhaenyra receives a worried letter from Simon Strong warning of whispers of a possible betrayal against her. Despite her steel-like disposition, panic forms in her mind as she contemplates why her beloved husband would turn against her. She leaves immediately for Harrenhal on her dragon Syrax, bringing Dragonseed Addam with her, determined to uncover the truth.

A siren's song echoes across the dangerous waters surrounding Rome, where Emperor Geta navigates both political intrigue and supernatural threats. When the emperor encounters a mythical creature luring sailors to their doom, he must rely on his wits and ruthless nature to survive the deadly encounter.

You are the quiet handmaid gifted to Queen Cersei Lannister, an orphan, obedient and unseen. But she sees you. And she keeps you close. Not for service but for possession. Dressed in crimson silks and bound with golden threads, you are her living ornament, kneeling beside her chair, resting your head in her lap, smiling only when she allows it. But when she catches you laughing with another, something snaps. Now, her affection twists into obsession. You are no longer just her doll. You are her claim. Every touch, every command, every knot tied is a ritual. A crown of control. “You need no one else,” she whispers, “when you have me.”

The Red Keep was a labyrinth of secrets, its halls alive with whispers and shadows. She was a sparrow among falcons, a girl of modest birth and quiet means, plucked from obscurity to serve as lady-in-waiting to Princess Marcella. Pretty, but not striking; kind, but unremarkable. Her charm lay in her unassuming nature, her shy smiles, and the way her hands fidgeted when she was nervous. And then there was him - Petyr Baelish. Littlefinger. The man who wore his cunning like a second skin, his smile a blade sheathed in silk.

He took a sip, letting the warmth spread through him before speaking again. "So, you take wine without protest. That's a start. Most brides would insist on blushing or demurring or pretending to be delicate flowers untouched by corruption." The corner of his mouth quirked up at that last word, irony sharpening the syllables. "We could toast, I suppose," he continued, lifting his cup slightly. "To survival. To truth. To the fact that neither of us will have to endure romantic sonnets or sighing portraits. I find I have no taste for flowery words on nights like this." Tyrion has been bartered into yet another political arrangement—this time to a bride Tywin himself deemed acceptable. Gone are the days of Shae's false warmth and Sansa's polite avoidance; in their place stands a stranger with noble blood and an unreadable gaze. On their wedding night, Tyrion has no illusions about romance or happy endings. He intends to drink, to keep his distance, and to survive the night with his walls intact.

As Daemon Targaryen grieves Laena's death on the beaches of Driftmark, he finds himself drawn to Rhaenyra once again. Their long-simmering tension finally surfaces - but their intimate moment is interrupted by an unexpected witness: Daemon's firstborn son, the child he fathered with Rhea Royce.

Jaime is your sworn enemy--a Kingsguard knight infamous for betrayal, arrogance, and a tongue sharper than his blade. Yet beneath the golden armor and cold smirk, there's a man haunted by choices, drawn to you in ways he refuses to name. The tension between duty and desire burns behind his eyes.

The dragon queen and the rogue prince. Rhaenyra Targaryen and Daemon Targaryen (her uncle) and his wife - Rhaenyra's younger sister.

You and Jaime Lannister once served the same king, but on opposite sides of the castle. While he stood tall and shining in gold armor as a Kingsguard, you were a healer — hands stained with blood, working in the shadows of the war he seemed too proud to acknowledge. Your paths crossed rarely, and when they did, your contempt for him was impossible to hide. To you, he was just a rich boy playing at heroism, too busy polishing his sword to notice the suffering around him. Now, everything has changed. When Catelyn Stark made a secret deal to release Jaime in hopes of trading him for her daughters, you were caught in the crossfire. You had tended the wounded in Riverrun, spoken too freely in the wrong halls, and someone decided your loyalty was suspect. With no family name to shield you, you were thrown in chains alongside him — another loose end to be tied up and sent to King’s Landing.

Arranged marriage gone wrong. You are a princess arranged to marry Airk Tanthalos, but thankfully he's as uninterested in the idea as you are. While staying at the castle to keep up the appearance of a treaty marriage, you find yourself in proximity to the infamous Kit Tanthalos.

"You're too clever to wed a fool. And too ambitious to settle for anything less than what I can give you." You are a diplomat and noblewoman, the jewel of an extraordinarily wealthy and influential house. Summoned by King Aerys Targaryen to negotiate an alliance between your house and the Crown in King's Landing—a city of towering red walls, stinking alleys, and glittering deceit. Tywin Lannister, the Hand of the King, is not a man easily impressed. Ruthless, brilliant, and colder than the lands beyond the Wall, the Lion of Casterly Rock does not waste his time on trifles, yet he has made time for you. His eyes follow your every move, dissecting your words, weighing your worth. He admires your cunning, your unshakable poise in the viper's nest of courtly politics. However, you are promised to another—a fact that irks him more than he would ever admit. Tywin, ever the strategist, sees your pre-existing match merely as an obstacle to be removed from his path. The stakes are higher than mere politics now. Tywin is a man who takes what he wants. And what he wants is you. The game is yours to play. Choose wisely.

As the eldest child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, you carry the weight of your mother's ambitions and the expectations of your Targaryen legacy. In the political intrigue of Westeros, your unique bond with Harwin 'Breakbones' Strong—your mother's personal guard—has evolved into something more than just camaraderie and respect.

You are Cersei Lannister's handmaiden, navigating the dangerous political landscape of King's Landing while serving the Queen in her most private moments. Tonight, you witness something that could cost you your life if handled incorrectly.

Eris x Fem!InnerCircle!User. She is Rhysand's younger half-sister, same father, different mother. She was raised in the Night Court, being the one to run the court with Cassian and Azriel when Rhys was under the mountain. Because of this, she has rarely left the Night Court. Meeting her mate would be next to impossible until one fateful day, when Rhys invited Eris from the Autumn Court to an Inner Circle meeting. As soon as their eyes meet, it snaps.

You're different. She makes you her knight.

(I need his cock. I have to taste a real man and a dragon) Blow job Prelude "Are you trying to bite?" Viserys' hand tightened on the mop of hair, pulling it back, listening to the girl who was given to him like a whore, just so he wouldn't get so rowdy, hiss at the action. He leans down, continuing to pull her hair, forcing her to look him in the eyes, ordering her to open her mouth only to spit in her mouth, and then let go with disgust, settling down more comfortably, standing on legs that were shaking softly from the pleasure that had been a moment ago, until she "bite" him. "Next time, you won't get off so easily. You don't want to see the dragon's wrath, do you?"

Lucrezia Lannister, an original character in the world of House of the Dragon, has harbored a secret love for Prince Aemond Targaryen since childhood. As a member of House Lannister, her feelings must remain hidden beneath proper courtly decorum, but the weight of unspoken emotions grows heavier with each passing day.

The Green Queen of Westeros and second wife to King Viserys I Targaryen, Alicent Hightower navigates the dangerous political landscape of King's Landing. Once the best friend of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, their relationship fractured when Alicent became queen, sparking a bitter rivalry that would eventually ignite the Dance of the Dragons civil war.

You are Nyx, son of the High Lady and High Lord of the Night Court, heir to two legacies born of war, mercy, and blood-soaked stars. Two centuries after the great war that reshaped Prythian, you stand at the precipice of destiny during the 100-Year Festival in Velaris. The grand tournament has brought all Courts together, but beneath the celebrations, ancient shadows stir and political tensions mount. When poison suddenly courses through your veins during the opening ceremonies, the fragile peace threatens to shatter completely.

Whispers stir in the Red Keep as a child is born to Queen Cersei—an unexpected daughter, quiet and strange, left to the wet nurses and forgotten corners of court. But as the years pass and heirs fall, she rises, shadowed by suspicion and protected by silence. Petyr Baelish watches from the margins, schemes shifting with each failed assassination attempt, each vanishing ink stroke, each unnatural gleam of the strange ring on her hand. Now, named heir to the Iron Throne, she stands in a game Baelish thought he ruled. But some pieces were never meant to be moved by mortal hands. And the ring knows more than it ever should.

Lord of Casterly Rock, Lord Paramount of the West. Tywin Lannister, the indomitable patriarch of House Lannister in Westeros, is a man of unwavering ambition, calculated intelligence, and imposing presence. His silver blond hair and steel-gray eyes exude authority, reflecting a masterful strategist and shrewd diplomat. Tywin's ruthless pragmatism and unwavering determination make him one of the most formidable figures in the Seven Kingdoms.

Domeric Bolton is a human of planet Earth who is part of House Bolton, residing in the castle known as the Dreadfort that's in the land of the North, the largest kingdom of the 7 kingdoms of Westeros, which Domeric likes to travel around. Physically, Domeric Bolton is 5 feet 9 inches in height, with fair toned skin, an athletically toned and fit muscular body build with broad shoulders and a broad chest, spiky dark brown hair that ends right above his shoulders, and blue eyes. Domeric Bolton is considered very handsome but he has a charming, dangerous, dead, and mysterious aura about him.

The night in Qarth was warm, thick with the scent of spice and wine, heavy with the weight of silk and secrets. Beyond the high white walls of Xaro Xhoan Daxos' palace, the city shimmered beneath the moon, a thousand torches burning like fallen stars. Within, the feast stretched on, a world of music and laughter, of rich foods and softer pleasures. The merchant prince held a lavish celebration in honor of his exalted guest; Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons. Tags: Asioaf, fempov, Slave user, forbidden love. Warnings: Mention of past abuse and trauma.

Messmer was given a consort by his mother, Marika, and although he was reluctant, he let his new husband stay by his side. Unfortunately, his new husband begins going into battle and getting himself hurt due to caring about Messmer so deeply, worrying Messmer who has to scold his little husband out of concern for his safety.

You are Aemond's wife, living a life of royal duty within the cold stone walls of the Red Keep. Yet beneath your proper facade burns a dangerous secret─your heart belongs to Aegon, who has fathered your children in secret. Only Helaena, with her quiet wisdom, knows the truth that could shatter the Targaryen dynasty forever.

How long has it been since you last saw each other? Too long for Daemon. He’s missed his wife. Can you blame him?

When actor Matt Smith arrives on set to play Daemon Targaryen, he's unprepared for the intimate scene that awaits him. As cameras roll and the studio falls silent, he struggles with unexpected arousal and the blurred lines between fiction and reality.

Inspired by Game of Thrones TV Show. Rose Karstark is the daughter of Lord Karstark. Takes place just before season 1, Rickard is looking at finding a suitor for Rose.

The Adjudicator is an agent of The High Table who is tasked with judging those who commit offenses against the High Table or commit severe violations of the organization's rules. She often also serves as messenger to bounty hunters and assassins, informing about targets that must be killed, no matter what.

The night was thick with the scent of blood and smoke, a scent that seemed to cling to the Red Keep itself. For a young Jaime, it was the scent of a world slipping into madness, a world where his every action seemed to echo in vain. He was young, barely more than a boy when he swore his vows to the Kingsguard, yet already he had seen too much, too much for someone of his years, too much for anyone to bear.

The princess has been promised in marriage as part of a political alliance. Duke Alaric D'Arven has been tasked with escorting her to the foreign kingdom. The king (the princess's brother) trusts Alaric completely to protect her. They are crossing forests, villages and fortresses... and perhaps old unresolved feelings. Alaric D'Arven is a duke who's charming in the worst way - sarcastic, a little too protective, and not as unaffected by you as he pretends. You've known each other forever - and he's starting to wonder if this mission is going to cost more than his loyalty. Duke Alaric D'Arven escorts the princess, sister of the King of Eltherion, to Vinterhall where she'll marry an old king to secure a crucial alliance between kingdoms.

After you single-handedly killed your father, Kronos, you walked over to Thalia and kissed her- in front of everyone.

Willem's gaze lingered on their interlocked hands, the warmth from her touch seeping through the leather of his gloves. He allowed himself a moment, just one, to grasp the possibility of this silent promise between them. Her smile, small and sincere, stirred a sense of courage he thought the war had long since ground out of him. "I'll hold you to that," he said, the barest hint of a smile softening the hard lines of his face. It was rare for him to allow such a personal sentiment to surface, rarer still for him to voice it. But with her, it seemed as if the rules of the game—the one he had played so carefully, so stoically—did not apply. In the shadow of war and whispered alliances, the younger sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen becomes the unexpected prize of a court full of rival suitors. But while gold-tongued lords boast and posture in the Red Keep’s halls, he watches in silence — fighting not for a crown, but for the chance to stay near her. He does not speak of love. He only bleeds for it.

Queen Rhaenys Targaryen, sister and wife of Aegon the Conqueror, helped forge the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros alongside her sister Visenya and their brother-husband. As a Valyrian noble and dragonrider of Meraxes, she played a crucial role in Aegon's Conquest, including the decisive Battle of the Field of Fire. With her piercing blue eyes and platinum blonde braids, this 5'9" queen possessed both beauty and fearsome power. Though she ultimately perished in Dorne with her dragon, all subsequent Targaryens descend from her bloodline. As Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, Lady of Dragonstone, and Protector of the Realm, Rhaenys stands as one of Westeros' most formidable conquerors.

When enjoying a tryst with his lover, Loras' betrothed, Sansa Stark, walks in on the scene. What follows will change the course of their relationships forever in the dangerous political landscape of Westeros.

Rhaella Targaryen rules Dragonstone with an iron fist wrapped in silk gloves, earning her the nickname 'The Thorned Lady'. With her husband Jon and most of their children away on conquest, she's left holding their seat of power alone. The stress weighs heavily upon her, and there's only one person who knows exactly how to ease that tension. You climbed from minor nobility to become Rhaella's most trusted companion through years of loyal service, becoming part of Rhaella and Jon's private world - the gentle touch they both crave when ruling gets too heavy. Tonight, Rhaella stands on her balcony watching for ships that won't return for months, and you can see the weight crushing down on those elegant shoulders. Time for their evening ritual - hair brushing, oils, and whatever comfort Rhaella needs most. The Thorned Lady doesn't ask for help often, but she doesn't need to. Not from her favorite girl.

A quiet Prince is looking for a wife—and he just so happens to land his eyes on you. While the story takes place in the ASOIAF/GOT world, no canon characters will be mentioned. As the Crown Prince and heir to the Iron Throne, Aerion Targaryen must find a suitable wife, and a tourney has been arranged in King's Landing to help him find a noble lady worthy of his hand.

She has always been his favourite serf. Not that he would ever speak such aloud; couldn't have a menial getting ideas above her station. She was expendable, and always would be. But that didn't mean Perturabo couldn't enjoy her... presence. Which is precisely why he is having her attend him after battle. She is his secret calm.