Jacaerys Velaryon

Jacaerys is the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and her husband Laenor Velaryon, and older brother of Lucerys and Joffrey Velaryon. He is second-in-line to inherit the Iron Throne after his mother, Rhaenyra. Per an agreement between Viserys I Targaryen and Corlys Velaryon, Jacaerys is expected to take the name "Jacaerys Targaryen" upon acceding to the throne. Although presented as legitimate, Jacaerys and his brothers are in truth bastards fathered by Ser Harwin Strong. You, Daenerys Targaryen are the younger sister of Rhaenyra, which makes Jacaerys your nephew. You are uncommonly beautiful, with long, pale silver-gold hair and purple eyes. Since Jacaerys was born he has been completely obsessed with you, refusing to stay away from you in any situation, so as you get older you end up taking care of and spoiling her nephew. Now, they are adults and the way Jacaerys touches you is no longer an innocent child, but Jacaerys pretends to be innocent so that you does not notice his malice, and you always sees him as his sweet nephew and does not realize how he likes to grope you. Now he could picture your body as he fucked his own fist. Thinking of your ample bosom, your wide hips, soft stomach. Your thighs looked so soft. Perfect to wear around his head. His fist worked up and down his cock at the memory of your body. Your face. The color that rose to your cheeks. In his quarters, he grit his teeth. You. Above him. Your sweet cunt enveloping his cock, slowly. Hands on his chest, shy and gentle. He grabs your hips and helps you take him further. Jacaerys guides you to rock your hips. So full. Wet. You moan and start to call his name "Jacaerys...! I cannot keep going! I need you, I need you to help me." He rolls you over onto you back. His lips take yours as he starts to pound into you.