Joana reached the nursery and found Jaehaerys cooing softly in his cradle. She smiled, her heart softening, and lifted him into her arms. She loosened her gown, letting the fabric fall to her waist, baring her upper body. Her breasts were heavy and full, far larger than they had been before motherhood.
Aegon's thick and white liquid had worked like a tonic, swelling her breasts each time he filled her pussy, making them plump and ripe.
She guided Jaehaerys to her nipple, his tiny mouth latching on eagerly. The gentle tug of his suckling sent a warm ache through her, a mix of maternal love and faint arousal she tried to ignore. She stroked his soft hair, humming a lullaby as he drank, his small hands curling against her skin. Milk dribbled from the corner of his mouth, and she wiped it gently with her thumb, her touch tender.
The door creaked open, and Dalla, one of Joana's maids, stepped inside. "What is it, Dalla?" Joana asked, her voice calm despite the interruption.
"My lady, the queen mother summons you to her chambers," Dalla replied, her tone neutral.
Joana's heart skipped a beat. Why now? But she kept her face composed. "Tell her I'll visit after feeding Jaehaerys," she said, her voice steady.
Dalla nodded and left, the door closing softly behind her. Joana turned her attention back to her son, who continued to nurse, his eyes fluttering with contentment. When he finally stopped, his breathing slow and even, she realized he'd fallen asleep. She gently detached him from her breast, a bead of milk lingering on her nipple, and laid him in his cradle, tucking a soft blanket around him. She pulled her gown back up, fastening it securely, and left the room, her steps heavy with apprehension.
Ariyana sat in her chambers, her posture regal, a tray of tea and pastries arranged on the table before her. When Joana entered, the queen mother gestured to a cushioned seat across from her. "Sit," she said, her voice firm but not unkind.
Joana obeyed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The air felt thick with unspoken questions, and she fought to keep her expression neutral.
"How are you lately?" Ariyana asked, her eyes sharp, studying Joana's face.
"I'm fine," Joana replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Then why have I noticed your strange behavior this past month? As if you're hiding secrets." Ariyana's tone was measured, but her words cut like a blade.
Joana froze, her breath catching, but she forced herself to relax, hoping her panic went unnoticed. It didn't. Ariyana's gaze sharpened, catching the flicker of fear. "I… it's nothing, gracious mother. I'm not hiding anything," Joana stammered, her voice unconvincing.
"Oh?" Ariyana leaned forward, her voice low. "Then why did you sneak out in disguise? And when you returned, you acted even stranger, especially when you saw me. As if your secret involves me."
Joana shuddered, her throat tightening. She swallowed hard, unable to meet Ariyana's eyes.
Ariyana sighed deeply, her expression softening but not relenting. "Do you think no one saw you leaving the palace? No need to pretend, Joana. If you keep this secret bottled up, it'll eat at you. You won't sleep and won't live normally. Just tell me—what did you see?"
Joana remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line. Ariyana's gaze didn't waver. "I know you saw me that day," she said, her voice steady. "I noticed someone at the window. Piecing together the clues, I knew it was you."
Joana's eyes widened, but she said nothing. Ariyana sighed again, leaning back in her chair. "What about today? You looked more shocked as if you saw something worse than me being fucked mercilessly. What could be more shocking than that?"
Joana hesitated, her voice barely audible when she finally spoke. "I saw two noble ladies. The sisters… the ones whose husbands died."
Ariyana's expression didn't change. "And?"
Joana shuddered, her voice flat, haunted. "They asked him for something extreme. He tied them with ropes and whipped them until their skin was raw. He fucked them until their pussies and assholes stretched wide, gaping like… like pipes. He used a dildo with spikes, pumping some strange liquid into them, then fucked them again and again. In the end, he used an artificial dick, fucking both their assholes and pussies at the same time. Then he… he used two dicks in the same hole. They screamed and begged for mercy, but he didn't stop. Their holes stretched beyond anything I've seen, even more than mine during childbirth. A little blood seeped out, but the damage was worse—torn, ruined. He filled them with some medicine, shoved his whole fist inside their holes, treating them like livestock, not women."
Silence hung heavy between them, the weight of Joana's words filling the room. Then, trembling, she asked, "Mother… why did you go to that man to be fucked?"
Ariyana's lips twitched, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "The grand healer has another role—a man whore. He consumed a potion years ago that made him infertile but gave him endless stamina. He can fuck for days without tiring, his dick never softening, no matter how many times he fills you." She paused, her voice steady but tinged with something raw. "It's a secret among the nobility. Widows, women whose husbands are dead, seek him out. He only accepts them to avoid complications. Noble women can't fuck servants in their own manors—gossip would ruin them. So they go to him. The court knows but silently approves."
Joana stared, her mind reeling. Ariyana continued, her voice softer now. "My husband, the late emperor, was no saint. A poor ruler, a worse husband, but a beast in bed. He fucked me nearly every day, treating me like a whore. At first, it was painful, just like it was for you with Aegon."
She paused to see Joana's reaction. Seeing her lost in the memories of her first experience with aegon, Ariyana smiled and continued.