Chapter Thirteen(Phase-One)

                                    

                                          
The Dragon King
Description: During the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, Harry Potter falls through the Veil. His soul is ripped from his body but instead of dying, he meets Death where he is offered an alternative life. Harry eagerly accepts and is given a new fate inside the world of Westeros. He is born as Haeron Targaryen, the true born son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. He grows up surrounded by legendary tutors and friends and enters the Game of Thrones...
Pairings: Harry Potter(Haeron Targaryen)/Daenerys Targaryen/Rhaenys Targaryen.
Tags: Targaryen!Harry, OP!Harry, Super!Harry, King!Harry.
Rating: Rated M. 
Texts: Bold(Telepathic Speech), Bold/Italic(Dragon Speech or location and time period), Italic(Personal Thoughts or magical spells), Normal(Dialogue and Exposition).
Disclaimer: I do not own GoT or Harry Potter. 
Chapter Thirteen(First Blood)
A/N. Warning, the first part of this chapter is quite intense. If you do not like strong sexual content, you aren't reading the right story. There will also be mentions of other triggering historical facts. 
I wrote this chapter in around three hours. It is nearly 9,000 word. 
Location: Targaryen Manse, Essos. Time: Continuation(1x01). 
——Haeron Targaryen POV——
Haeron's breaths leave his mouth in pants. His chest heaves and his face is coated in a thin layer of sweat. His lips curl upwards in a satisfied smile as he moves his right hand up to rest on his bare chest. 
He turns his head to look at Daenerys where she lies next to him, as naked as the day she was born. Her silver hair is plastered to her right cheek, her eyes shut. Her body is relaxed as her chest rises evenly with quick breaths.
Haeron smiles at her, reaching out with his left hand to brush the hair away from Daenerys' cheek. He rests his palm against her pale skin, grinning when his aunt nuzzles into his hand, her whole body gravitating towards his own. 
Haeron lets out a breath a moment later when Rhaenys' lips come into contact with the skin beneath his right ear. She gently closes her teeth around the skin, nipping the sensitive skin. A groan leaves his lips as he spins to look at his sister. She smiles at him, her right hand moving down to the lower half of his body. 
It brushes against his manhood, causing the flaccid member to jerk slightly against her palm. Haeron lets out a soft laugh, "Again?" He asks. 
Rhaenys grins back at him, "Of course, little brother." 
Haeron tries to act as though he does not want to do what she wants him to do, closing his eyes and turning back to face Daenerys. Her purple eyes gleam with laughter as she looks at him, her pale cheeks flushed red. His eyes trail down her body, stopping briefly on her pert, pink nipples that are hard with desire. He soon notices that Daenerys has one hand between her legs, gently running over her wet folds. 
His eyes widen, connecting the dots between her red complexion and her self-pleasuring. He is drawn from his thoughts when Rhaenys' hand wraps around his manhood, beginning to run up and down it. Haeron's member quickly grows hard under her ministrations, reacting to the flashes of pleasure that flood through his nerves. 
He closes his eyes briefly, before opening them again. Rhaenys does not stop her actions, her hand expertly massaging his now-throbbing manhood. When he opens his eyes again, he is still looking at Daenerys. Her head is thrown back and her back is arched, a low moan leaving her lips as two of her fingers pump in and out of her womanhood.