Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Reborn as Aegon (Game of Thrones)

Commission

Themes: Threesome, Loving Sex, Dark Themes

Summary: In which a man annoys his ROB enough to be tossed in the deepest of ends... specifically, he wakes up as Aegon Targaryen right before the Mountain dashes his infant body across the wall. Is there any escape from that sort of fate?

-x-X-x-

"Oh! Can I-!"

"For the love of… no! That's it! No more questions, no more requests! You'll take what I give you and you'll like it! In fact… goodbye!"

There's the audible sound of snapping fingers, and then everything goes black.

-x-X-x-

It was his own fault, really. He'd pissed off a ROB. That was like… well, it was an absolutely terrible idea and that was putting it lightly. After reading one too many stories about exactly this sort of thing happening, he'd had a million and one questions and hadn't really been given enough time to organize them from most important to least important.

At least he was going to get to live his new life now, he supposed. Unfortunately, when he first opens his eyes, the situation is immediately less than ideal. He's being held by someone else, someone who might as well be a giant compared to him. Except they aren't a giant… he's just a baby.

"Shh, shh, it's okay… it's okay… mama is here…"

It takes a second for his infant eyes to focus on the woman holding him. Once they do, her appearance takes his breath away just a bit. She's beautiful, spectacularly so, but also… she's his mother in this new life. He can tell immediately that she's his mother.

"Mama… mama, what's happening?"

Blinking, he slowly lifts his heavy head and looks to the side to see a little girl who looks a lot like his mother tugging on her dress while staring fearfully towards the other side of the room. His sister?

"It's okay, Rhaenys. It'll be okay. Everything will be-!"

Before she gets the 'fine' out, everything goes to shit. There's a sound like something exploding, and Rhaenys shrieks while their mother screams. Instantly, his new mother is on her feet, taking him with her.

"W-Wait! Please, we surrender! We-!"

Again, the beautiful woman finds herself interrupted. This time by a monster. His vision suddenly goes topsy turvy as he's torn from his mother's arms. She lets out a shriek of horror, even as he gets a single glimpse of the mountain of a man clad in all metal who holds him by one of his legs in a crushing grasp.

"NO-!"

And then nothing but pain and agony as he's, quite brutally, dashed against the wall. He doesn't die immediately though. His conscious lingers for brutal, long seconds and he's forced to listen as his mother scream in different ways entirely before finally, he dies fully.

Some second life this had turned out to be…

-x-X-x-

"Shh, shh, it's okay… it's okay… mama is here…"

Oh no.

"Mama… mama, what's happening?"

As he wakes up again, back in his new mother's arms, he can only freeze in horror. Belatedly, he tries to wail and scream when he realizes everything is playing out again like on a loop, but it's much too late for that. The explosion, a door being torn down he now realizes, happens again. And so does his death mere moments later.

-x-X-x-

The next time, he tries to fuss earlier, tries to get his mother to move her ass. Maybe the three of them can still escape? But no. It's less than thirty seconds from the time he wakes up in his new body to the door being busted down. Less than thirty seconds between him opening his eyes… and dying a brutal death at the hands of a hulking knight.

-x-X-x-

By the tenth time through, he's put together what's going on exactly. One might question why it took so long, but in fairness to him, ten loops is only five minutes. Five minutes of dying again and again and again. Still, hearing the name 'Rhaenys' over and over is a pretty big clue, and once he remembers what that name is from, the rest falls into place.

He is Prince Aegon Targaryen, the only son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Princess Elia Martell. His mother, the aforementioned Princess, is who he keeps opening his eyes to see holding him. And his sister is Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

This moment in history is the Sack of King's Landing. Aegon's father is dead, killed weeks ago at the Trident. Aegon's grandfather, the Mad King, is also likely dead by now, slain by his own Kingsguard, Jaime Lannister. And the Lannister Forces have been let into King's Landing ahead of the Rebellion Armies, allowing for Tywin Lannister to put those he wants to the sword.

It's just Aegon's luck that his family is on the chopping block. The man who keeps killing him isn't just a mountain of a man… he's literally THE Mountain Who Rides, Ser Gregor Clegane. Ser Amory Lorch is around as well, presumably, but Aegon never lives long enough to see the other knight.

It wasn't just Aegon's own death he was being forced to relive over and over again either. For the few seconds it took the life to leave his infant body upon every reset, he also had to listen to the beginning of his mother being raped to death as well.

The worst thing was… figuring all of this out didn't actually help him in any way. He couldn't talk. He couldn't tell his mother they were seconds away from death and needed to flee. Crying and wailing at the top of his lungs like a baby was like to do also didn't help in any way. Elia Martell already knew something was wrong, after all. She could already hear the bloody fighting going on outside.

In the end… there was absolutely nothing Aegon could do except die. Again and again and again. Die, die, die. This was his great big isekai adventure. To be reborn as a baby, to be reincarnated as Aegon Targaryen… and then die repeatedly with no end of the torture in sight.

The worst part is… he even has the Gamer System. He discovers that somewhere around the fiftieth loop, when he's testing things. For a second, finding out he has a Status and a Character Sheet and all of that actually gives him a shred of hope. Sure he's just a Level Zero Infant with no skills or anything to his name, but maybe… maybe he can find a way to get experience.

Even that turns out to be a crapshoot. Not that he really knows what he might even be able to do if he managed to get levels. Maybe cast magic that could kill Clegane before Clegane killed him? It doesn't matter though. There's nothing. Aegon spends the next few hundred cycles trying everything he can to generate even a single scrap of experience and not a damn thing works. Thirty seconds just isn't enough time to make anything happen.

After that, he gives into despair. But even giving up doesn't provide any sort of succor. A thousand cycles. A thousand-thousand cycles. Honestly, what do numbers matter after a certain point of living the same thirty second chunk of time over and over and over again?

Despair eventually gives way to madness. Madness gives away to fantasizing. Easy to withdraw from the world and just ignore reality. To lose himself in the safety of his own mind, imagining a thousand other worlds, a thousand other stories. To imagine a thousand other ways his great Isekai Adventure could have gone.

Perhaps it's the madness that brings about his salvation. Or perhaps it's a rare flash of sanity among the insanity caused by dying a million times. Either way, Aegon suddenly has a thought brought on by his latest fantasy. He was a Gamer, right? He was a player in a video game, essentially.

He wondered… in his annoyance and exasperation with all of Aegon's questions, what were the chances that ROB bothered disabling access to the dev console?

The answer might surprise you. It certainly surprised Aegon.

-x-X-x-

"Aegon, my son, are you awake yet- ah. I see that you are."

As Elia Martell steps into King Aegon's quarters, it's to the sight of him laid out on his bed, naked with his legs spread… and a familiar dark-skinned young woman between them, pleasuring his cock with her mouth.

Aegon smiles as he looks at his exasperated mother and then down into the eyes of his enthusiastic sister. With his hands laced behind his head, the Targaryen King chuckles while giving his mother a nod of greeting.

"Good morning, mother. Care to join Rhaenys and I?"

Elia flushes at that… before finally reaching up and slowly undoing the clasp at her shoulder that holds her dress in place. As it drops off of her beautiful body, pooling at her feet, the mother of the King steps forward out of it… and climbs up onto the bed to join Rhaenys between Aegon's legs.

As mother and daughter work together to service him with their tongues, Aegon lets out a pleased, contented sigh. Better these lewd, lurid noises coming from Elia and Rhaenys' mouths, instead of those haunting screams that plagued him even now, all these years later.

But then, as best as he could tell, he'd spent maybe a thousand years trapped in that thirty second time loop. A thousand years of death and screams. It was a wonder he wasn't more insane than he already was. But then… unlimited power makes up for sanity in a lot of ways.

Using the dev console, Aegon had killed his enemies. All of them. Clegane and Lorch were first of course, with the two Lannister Knights dropping dead where they stood before they could ever lay hands on him or his family. Everyone else who would have gotten in his way had died similarly. Tywin Lannister. His armies. The Usurper. The Rebellion Forces.

Aegon hadn't left many men from the previous generation alive. The Lannisters no longer ruled in Casterly Rock. The Baratheons no longer ruled in the Stormlands. The Arryns no longer ruled in the Vale.

He'd been a tad more merciful with others. Catelyn Stark had already been pregnant with Robb when Aegon killed Eddard, so out of consideration for Aerys' part in all of this madness, he'd let Robb Stark become Warden of the North. He was ready, just in case the man every betrayed him.

He'd also, of course, given himself some dragons. Every member of House Targaryen had a dragon in fact, even Uncle Viserys. Aegon was keeping a close eye on him as well, but so far Viserys seemed loyal, bereft of a lifetime as the pauper prince.

Westeros' political landscape had been irrevocably changed by not just Aegon's survival, but also his liberal cheating. Some of the people he remembered from the books and the shows would never exist because of his actions. But he couldn't really bring himself to care.

With a groan, Aegon tips over the edge and cums for his mother and sister. Between them, Elia and Rhaenys eagerly drink down his seed, moaning and lip locking with one another around his dick tip as they do so. The three-way kiss continues for as long as it takes for the two of them to empty his balls. At which point, they pull back and share a look over his still hard cock.

Elia smiles and nods to her daughter with a chuckle.

"You were here first, Rhaenys. It only seems fitting you go first."

Rhaenys' eyes light up and his big sister is quick to climb atop Aegon, taking hold of his shaft and lining it up with her pussy. A moment later and the Princess, who takes more after their Dornish mother than their Targaryen father, impales herself upon Aegon's cock, sinking down her kingly brother's length with a low, wanton moan.

As Aegon's hands go to Rhaenys' hips, their mother rises behind her and hugs her daughter from behind. Elia's own hands wind around to grasp and squeeze at Rhaenys' chest, making the Princess' pussy walls clench all the harder and tighter around Aegon's cock.

This was his life now. This was his isekai adventure. It had cost him an awful lot to get here. And he still wasn't always… fine. But nothing and nobody in all of Planetos could take away what belonged to him ever again. Nor could they stop him either.

While enjoying Rhaenys' body bouncing up and down on his lap, Aegon is already thinking forward to the future. For now, he's been consolidating his gains in Westeros after taking a trip to the True North and ending the White Walker Threat once and for all. 

From there, he thinks he'll go ahead and give himself a harem. Aunt Daenerys has definitely been giving him eyes recently. And while the likes of Sansa Stark or Myrcella Baratheon might never exist, others such as Margaery Tyrell and Arianne Martell definitely do.

After that… he'll go to Essos. He'll conquer Free Cities and retake Old Valyria for himself. With the Gamer System and his dev console, nothing and nobody can stop him.

He'll wait a bit longer first though, until everyone starts to realize that neither he nor anyone close to him is aging. Then, he'll have the High Septon declare him a living divine, perhaps an Avatar of the Warrior. From there, it should be simple enough to rally Westeros to his cause and conquer the world.

But that's all in the future. Now that he's out of that eternity of torture, Aegon has an eternity of pleasure and happiness to look forward to. And he's going to enjoy every last second of it.

Reaching up, he takes his sister's tits from his mother's hands, giving them a good solid squeeze that causes Rhaenys to cry out and climax all over his cock. Then, he pulls her down to his level so he can kiss her deeply while fucking her to completion and filling her womb with his seed.

The world is Aegon's oyster. And he's just getting started.

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