Interruptions And Future Plans

~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 13 years)~~~

~~~(Location: The Rhoyne River, East of Norvos, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 297 AC)~~~

My hands explore Raenon, and my fingers trace over the many scares that adorn his young body. Some are very old and are starting to fade. Others look recent. But have had enough time to heal correctly.

His skin is warm to the touch, igniting a fire in my core. My bare womanhood is resting on his six-pack as I straddle his stomach.

"Your scars... How did you get them? Fights in The Shadow Lands?"

That's the only place where I can see him getting these...

The temperature in the tent is rising with every heartbeat. And while I'm straddling him, I can't wait to get his leggings off him and see his manhood for the first time.

His body is muscular and defined, but not overly so. It's the way it should be for a young man his age. We're both 13, and this is a big step. But royalty like us marries this young and breeds.

"Most of them are... But there are some recent scars from my journey here... Rhaenys and I had a run-in with some warrior women near The Bone Mountains... The few we fought were strong... But they were no match for us... One got some good attacks in on me..."

It's probably the most recent scar... My hand glides across it, and its rough texture sends chills down my spine.

"Does it hurt when I touch..."

I should've asked this before I started exploring his body. His eyes crack open from below me, and he smiles a little.

"No. It hurt at the time, and when I had it stitched up... It's had a long time to heal since I removed the stitches... It feels good when you do that..."

I'm not the only that should be touching someone else. He's yet to do anything with his hands and explore my body. I want him to know what I feel like, and I want to experience his touch too.

In a show of encouragement, I gently grab his wrists and place them on my thighs. His hands are so warm... He takes the hint and, instead of running. Raenon runs his hands up and down my thighs and toward my hips.

As much as I want to have some self-control, I'm not bothering to exercise that self-control. My womanhood is starting to feel hotter the more his hands explore me. And my breathing is getting heavier.

"It feels good when you touch me... Dangerously so..."

My eyes are looking into his, and I lean forward as I suddenly lose strength in my back. My hands rest on his chest, and my hand can feel his heart beating fast. His hands slowly slide up my back, and I grind my hips unintentionally.

"Fuck..."

I'm slightly surprised by his reaction, but I don't show it. He's enjoying this too. More than he expected to. I can see it on his face.

"Rae... When will you touch them..."

He's been avoiding my breasts, and I'm not letting it slide. His hands run up my stomach, and my breathing becomes labored the closer he gets. The second his hands touch my chest, I throw my head back as heat and pleasure spread in my womanhood.

But he doesn't stop there. I feel him lightly squeeze the modest chest I have. The spaces between his fingers rub my nipples, and my breathing becomes labored again. His calm motion of teasing my nipples drives me insane.

There is something that's also adding to my arousal and pleasure. His manhood is poking at my bottom through his loose leggings.

"Does it hurt..."

My question is paired with my hand landing on his manhood. It's thick and hot. I doubt I could get my entire hand around it. But I couldn't be sure. He's not done growing yet. And while I'm done growing vertically, I'm not done growing in other places.

"It feels cramped..."

I bet it does...

In a swift motion, I bend forward and lock my lips with his. And I slowly pull down his leggings as I kiss him. Once freed, it smacks my left butt cheek, and I feel another rush of heat and pleasure from the contact.

"Do you want to line it up, or should I..."

He's to the point of no return if he's asking that. He's accepted it. And I'm not going to waste this chance.

"I'll do it... It's my first time so let me adjust and don't move too much..."

I raise my hips and line up his manhood. But before I can lower my hips. A familiar sound breaks the moment we're having to pieces.

"Raaggh..."

Rhaenys shadow approaches the tent, and her snout pops into the tent. Raenon leans up and gently removes me from his body. He quickly puts his leggings back on and makes for the exit of the small tent.

I reach out and grab his wrist. Stopping him from leaving and looking at him for an explanation.

"Someone's coming. Rhaenys picked up a scent. It's her warning me. The Dothraki may be searching for you. Sorry that the timing is so bad, but I'd rather be on guard since people are making their way to us."

As much as I hate it, I understand entirely. I let him go, and he leaves the tent. I watch his shadow finish putting his clothes back on. And I figure I should do the same since the moment is ruined.

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 13 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: The Rhoyne River, East of Norvos, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 297 AC)~~~

Daenerys stands next to me as Rhaenys is behind us. Rhaenys's eyes are locked on a specific hill, and her growling at it tells me whoever is coming is getting closer. After another minute, some horses come over the hill. But I can tell just by looking they're not Dothraki.

The men riding the horses look down toward us and slowly make their descent.

"I give them points for bravery..."

They're on the same side of the river as we are. This means they're coming from the western Free Cities of Essos. Or they're from Norvos.

Daenerys makes sure she's close, and I stand up as the men get off their horses. Rhaenys raises her head and gets to her full size. She scares the horses and stops the men in their tracks. Hands are already on their swords.

"Looks like we finally found you two..."

The group leader starts speaking, and I summon Fate Breaker and my Red Fire. I have a feeling these guys are bounty hunters or assassins.

"We're not here to cause trouble..."

He raises his hands and keeps his distance. He indicates that his followers do the same, and they do too. Rhaenys moves forward and shields Daenerys and me between her neck and body.

Her sniffs at the man cause him to lock up in fear, and she lets out a long growl as she shows her teeth. I step out from her protection and leave Dany there. Rhaenys makes sure the men don't move a muscle as I stand next to her large head.

"So, what are you guys? Bounty Hunters? Assassins? I'm confused why people looking for us would be so bold as to approach like this..."

My concerns are warranted since Bounty Hunters and Assassins would wait till you're vulnerable. Not approach you when you're at an advantage.

It begs the question as to why they're here.

"We're slaves that escaped Slavers Bay... We're all from different cities in Slavers Bay... We tracked you down to ask for your help... Many of us have our freedom now, but the families and loved ones we left behind don't..."

Ahh...

I'll admit, I admire their bravery in approaching me, especially with Rhaenys on guard. Before I can even say anything, Dany comes out and stands next to me.

"We have to help them. You and I have talked about Slavery at length, and you hate it as much as I do."

She's not wrong.

In the two weeks we've been traveling together. We've talked about a lot of things. And we grew closer since we share so many of the same opinions. One of those is our combined hatred for Slavery. An outdated and cruel practice the world should abandon.

The man's eyes show signs of hope, and one of them tries to lower their arms. But Rhaenys snaps her jaws at the man to ensure he knows not to move. His hands shoot back up, and he looks scared again.

"You're not wrong... But taking entire cities isn't easy... We'd need an army at our backs, and I don't think we have any supporters..."

She listens, and I can tell she's thinking about this just as much as I am.

Even if we were to help free the cities of Slavers Bay, we'd need a lot more than just Rhaenys and a couple of escaped slaves...

"If we're looking for an army, we might as well take one from the very slavers in Slavers Bay."

She sounds confident and excited, and I have no clue what kind of plan she's cooked up. But Dany is smart and knows Essos better than I do. And I trust her judgment.

"Mind filling me in on this plan of yours?"

She looks at me proudly and then back at the men. She looks at me, wraps an arm around my waist, and pulls me closer.

"This is the perfect chance to get everything we need."

Dany knows way more about all this than I do, so I'll let her take the lead. We're a team, and we do things together.