After a while of Rhaegon enjoying Visenya's luscious lips and naughty mouth, it was Rhaenys's turn. She stepped in front of him, not wasting any time, her look eager and naughty. "Nephew, I will enjoy feeling how you tremble as I pleasure you," she said, kissing him.
"Hen lantoti ānogar," Valaena began when she saw them separate.
Rhaegon cut her lip, marking blood between her eyebrows.
"Va sȳndroti vāedroma."
She did the same to him, drawing fire on his forehead.
They cut their palms, pressed hands, and let the blood drip into the chalice.
"Mēro perzot gīhoti."
"Elēdroma iārza sīr."
"Ōbrar ūndegī."
She drank. He followed.
"Izulī ampā perzī."
"Prūmī lanti sēteksi."
"Hen jenȳ māzīlarion."
The moment she lowered the cup, something flickered. A light glowed bright around her neck and breast for a while, then faded, leaving behind the mark of her nephew and husband, the same one as her sister and nieces had.
She felt invigorated as the changes took hold, and a lovely smile appeared on her face. She knew she was his, she was the woman of her nephew even more than ever.
"Qēlossa ozūndesi," Valaena finished with a smile on her face after having married both her daughters again, and this time to her nephew, something she would never have thought when she married them before to their brother. Well, life is never constant, as was her dear son, who was a surprise to everyone.
As the vow ended, Rhaenys, just like her sister, smiled slightly and dropped to her knees without a word, face to face with her nephew's delicious cock.
Her hands moved to his legs as she sat back on her heels, looking up at him.
"She seems quietly anxious to take our husband," Visenya said, watching.
"Well, she's always been naughty and fast. The one that surprised me more was you, my lovely Visenya," Valaena said quietly with a chuckle to her oldest daughter as she observed, excited, her younger one about to serve her nephew and husband.
"Right," Visenya said shyly. "I suppose my boy changed me."
They both chuckled.
Rhaegon let out a low breath as he placed his hand on Rhaenys's head. She closed her eyes, leaned forward slowly, and kissed his lower stomach, just above where his muscles tightened.
His fingers curled slightly in her hair. He didn't say anything as he guided her downwards to his cock. Neither did she as she opened her beautiful lips to take him whole.
Evelyn followed next after Rhaenys as Rhaegon looked fondly at the oldest of his Hightower flowers.
After drinking from the chalice, her neck and tits lit up before settling into her husband's mark. She didn't react to the heat or the feeling she felt in her body. In tears, she threw herself into her husband's embrace, grateful that at last she was his wife, and kissed him with tears of joy. After a while of separating from their kiss, she knelt down at Rhaegon's feet and touched his thighs with trembling fingers. She looked up, smiling with excitement as her eyes glowed with love and surrender for him.
Her mouth opened as her pink tongue slowly came out and serviced him like a submissive slut before taking him like one.
Cassandra's turn came right after, and after being an emotional mess like her sister during the vow, she didn't wait as she lowered herself, her eyes fixed on his with a playful look. She rested her hands on his legs and tilted her head slightly, like she was already tasting a reward.
Seraphina was next. Her body shivered with emotions when she had the mark of her beloved and naughty man. She tried to appear composed during the marriage vow with Rhaegon, but when it ended and she was his wife, she knelt at his feet quickly as her face crumbled into one of joy filled with tears, becoming the most eager to please him, fast, placing her lips on his cock as she held his sides gently.
Lyanna was filled with a smile all the time as she looked at Rhaegon during their vow. She was like a child getting what she had been waiting forever for. She knelt slowly, eyes filled with heat fixed on him as her fingers softly brushed his balls, caressing them, smiling as her husband trembled as her lips opened to take him.
Finally, Argella stood alone.
She walked toward Rhaegon, slower than the rest, but her excitement and nervousness were evident to him, eyes locked on him the whole way. The girls had gone quiet as everyone looked at their soon-to-be sister-wife with smiles of support for her.
She kissed him as they stood facing each other, and as Valaena started the ceremony, the moment came when she drank from the chalice. Her body trembled faintly as Argella's lips parted slightly as she felt it settle into her skin. Her eyes stayed on Rhaegon while feeling her body become his.
After it ended, she moved forward and lowered herself to her knees with the grace proper of a princess, slow and not rushed. Her hands found his legs, and she leaned forward until her head rested lightly against his thigh.
"My lord, husband," Argella said softly with a trembling voice as she looked at her beloved with love.
Rhaegon looked down at her, seeing this beautiful girl give herself whole to him so delicately and full of hope and passion for their future. Her body was still, but she was breathing fast but holding it back, lips pressed shut, but her eyes said everything—wanting, ready, full of hope and warmth. She didn't look away. She knelt at his feet like she had always meant to be there, like she finally was.
"I love you, Argella," Rhaegon said with love for her. "I will take care of you until the day I can no more."
"Husband!" Argella had a slip as she loudly called for him, hearing his vow to her. "I love you," she said as she sobbed slightly against his thigh.
Visenya, standing nearby, narrowed her eyes slightly. "She'll be a good one."
Rhaegon reached down and brushed his fingers over Argella's hair, calming her down. She leaned into the touch with a soft, quiet smile.
After a moment, she parted her lips and moved on her own over his cock as she inexpertly started sucking him off delicately like a maiden that she was and without experience.
Her heart pounded with a mix of nervousness and excitement as she tentatively explored her husband's cock with her lips and tongue. Her movements were slow and uncertain, a stark contrast to the eager and experienced ministrations of her sister-wives. She looked up at him with wide, doe-like eyes, seeking approval and guidance.
Rhaegon, touched by her innocence, smiled down at her reassuringly. "Take your time, my love," he murmured, stroking her cheek gently. "There's no rush."
Argella took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She parted her lips further, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue flicked out experimentally, tasting his skin. She felt a thrill run through her, a mix of pleasure and joy at the soft groan that escaped Rhaegon's lips.
Her hands, trembling slightly, moved to grasp the shaft, her fingers barely able to wrap around his girth. She began to move her head up and down, her mouth creating a warm, wet suction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Rhaegon. Her inexperience was evident, but her enthusiasm and love more than made up for it.
Rhaegon's fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding but simply resting there, a silent show of support and encouragement. He watched her with a tender expression, his heart swelling with love and protectiveness.
Argella, emboldened by his reaction, began to take more of him into her mouth, her eyes watering slightly as she struggled to accommodate his size. She gagged slightly, her inexperience showing, but she didn't let it deter her. She pulled back, taking a deep breath, before diving back in, determined to please him.
Her body began to respond to the act, a warmth spreading through her belly and down to her pussy. She felt a strange sensation building, a tension that was both unfamiliar and exhilarating. She moaned softly around his cock because of it, the vibrations sending a shiver down Rhaegon's spine.
Rhaegon, sensing her growing arousal, reached down with his other hand, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw before moving down to her neck, her collarbone, and finally, her plentiful and beautiful breast. He circled her nipple through the fabric of her dress, feeling it harden under his touch.
Argella gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she experienced a wave of pleasure. She felt a rush of moisture between her legs, her body responding to his touch and her own ministrations. She began to move faster, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper into her throat.
Her body trembled, the tension building to her limit as she felt a sudden rush of pleasure, her body convulsing as she experienced her first orgasm while servicing her husband. She moaned around his cock, her eyes moved backward and her body shook as the pleasure washed over her, the corners of her mouth dripped with saliva as she still circled automatically her tongue over his cock, pleasing him. Her thigh became wet as was her dress at the same time.
Rhaegon, feeling her orgasm, groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he fought to maintain control. He watched her with love, her innocence and passion a heady combination.
Argella, when she came back into her senses with her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, continued to suck him more eagerly as her movements became more confident, more sure. And as she felt Rhaegon's cock twitch and swell against her tongue, she redoubled her efforts. Her cheeks hollowed with each suctioning pull, determined to coax him towards his climax. She wanted nothing more than to taste his essence, to mark herself as his and his alone.
Her eyes watered slightly, but still, she kept pushing forward, taking him deeper with each bob of her head until the tip of his cock was nudging against the back of her throat. Argella swallowed around him, massaging his girth with the tightness of her throat muscles.
With a guttural groan, Rhaegon reached his peak, flooding Argella's mouth with his hot milk. She moaned around him, swallowing as much as she could while she herself experienced again her own climax and because of it some of his cum dribbled out the corners of her lips. She didn't care, lapping at the mess eagerly as she milked every last drop from him with her mouth.
As he softened in her mouth, Argella continued to suck gently, cleaning him with her tongue until he was completely spent. Finally, she pulled back, gazing up at him with adoring, watery eyes.
"Did I please you, my lord husband?" she asked breathlessly, her lips shiny and swollen from her efforts.
Rhaegon paused for a second as he looked briefly at his mother, who was smirking with affectionate eyes for Argella. He found the scene similar to her when she finished, he smiled as he cupped Argella's face tenderly, thumb brushing away the traces of his release. "You please me beyond measure, my love," he rumbled. "Your devotion is breathtaking."
Argella blushed deeply at the praise, basking in the warmth of his approval. As she leaned into his touch, she knew without a doubt that she would gladly spend the rest of her days worshipping and loving this man.