40 rituals and a horny Targaryen

A month had passed since the foundation was laid, and now, finally, everything was in place. My vision, my empire—my ascension—was no longer a distant dream but an inevitability.

Beneath my great pyramid, hidden away from the eyes of the weak and the unworthy, the alchemists toiled in secrecy. No longer mere alchemists, no. I had given them a new name, a new purpose. Wizards. In time, they would wield real magic, and when that time came, they would be kings. And I? I would be their god.

They had accepted their new lives eagerly, drunk on the wealth I bestowed upon them—the gold, the grand homes, the hidden libraries where their forbidden knowledge could flourish without constraint. But their greatest reward was the future. I had allowed them to scour the orphanages for young boys—apprentices to raise in our ways, a generation that would surpass them, who would not know the weakness of hesitation, only the pursuit of power. Magic would return, and it would be ours.

But knowledge alone was not enough. Blood was needed.

The rituals came first, crude at the beginning but refined with practice. The sacrifices—grown men, women, children—bled beneath the silvered blades as incantations filled the chamber. The first true success came with an Unsullied warrior. His muscles thickened, his strength surged, and his wounds closed faster than any mortal man's should. The power in his blood, drawn from the lifeless bodies around him, had made him more.

A true soldier reborn in the crucible of blood and death.

But I wanted more. I needed more.

I delved deeper into the texts, into the whispers of ancient knowledge scrawled in Valyrian runes. The soul was the key. If blood could strengthen the body, then the soul could strengthen magic. All that was required was a gemstone—a ruby, an emerald, any jewel inscribed with the proper runes and soaked in the blood of the innocent. With my research i came to find that a soul could be bound, stored, and wielded.

I tested it first on criminals—bandits who thought they ruled the roads, pirates who preyed upon the seas. I took their lives and their souls, locking them away in the stones I entrusted to my most loyal men. These men, always near battle, would feed the stones more souls until the day came when I could wield them in full.

But while the soul awaited magics return, the body could still be honed. And so, at last, I turned my rituals upon myself.

The sacrifices were greater, the power stronger. And I grew.

My skin stretched, my muscles swelled, and by the time the ritual was complete, I stood eleven feet tall, my body a monument to raw power. Six hundred pounds of unyielding might. The others—those who had undergone the ritual before me—had become stronger, faster, harder to kill, but they had not grown as I had.

Because I was different.

It confirmed what I had long suspected—giant's blood ran in my veins.

And soon, dragon's blood would as well.

"My lord."

I turned, regarding the man kneeling before me—my right hand in the magical order. He had been a minor alchemist once, now he was something far more.

"Speak," I commanded.

"We have everything ready to make you a true Valyrian in blood."

A slow smile spread across my lips. Good.

"What do we need?"

"A cup's worth of blood," he said, his voice reverent, "from someone of Valyrian descent who is untouched by fire."

My mind flickered to Viserys for only a moment before dismissing him. Weak. Flawed. Fire had burned him—he was not pure. But Daenerys… she was different. She had walked through the flames and emerged untouched.

"And?" I asked.

"Some rare materials, all procured."

I nodded. "And the sacrifice?"

"Ten virgin girls," he said without hesitation. "Magic is weak in this age—we must offer something worthy."

Easily done.

"And the ritual itself?"

"It must be done beneath the full moon," he said. "The moon's light must bathe you as you take in the blood and undergo the transformation."

I exhaled slowly, anticipation building in my chest. Tomorrow was the full moon.

"Then tomorrow night, I will become more than I already am," I said.

As I left the chamber, my path took me toward my quarters, where Daenerys awaited.

She had become infatuated with me, obsessed even. It had been easy. She was young. Impressionable. Lonely. I had given her a vision of power, of a throne not just for herself but for our future children. I had shown her my other sons and daughters, had let her see their strength, had let the cruelty of this world seep into her mind bit by bit. I was molding her into what she needed to be.

When I opened the door, the scent of her filled my senses—warmth, heat, desire.

She lay bare upon the bed, her fingers working between her thighs, her body writhing. She had grown comfortable doing this before me—an animal responding to its master's presence.

Her violet eyes met mine as I approached, her breath hitching, her fingers quickening.

I sat beside her, one massive hand sliding up the softness of her stomach before cupping a breast. She arched into my touch, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

"I need something from you, my little dragon," I murmured, my voice deep, commanding.

Her eyes darkened with lust, her breath shuddering. "Anything," she whispered, pressing against me.

"Tomorrow," I said, my thumb rolling over a hardened peak, making her tremble, "I need you to offer me your blood."

Her hands stilled. Her gaze flickered with uncertainty before settling into quiet acceptance.

"What for?" she asked, voice husky.

"To make me a true dragon," I said. "To hatch dragons of my own. And to take the throne—for us. For our children."

Her breath caught, her lips parting. Dragons.

"You can hatch dragons?" she whispered.

I smiled. "I can. And I will."

She stared, lips trembling, eyes wide. Then, slowly, a radiant smile spread across her face.

"Of course, my love," she said, voice thick with devotion. "Anything for you."

I leaned in, claiming her mouth, tasting the fire within her.

"After the ritual," I murmured, my lips brushing her ear, "I will take you. Body and soul."

She shuddered, a breathless squeal escaping her lips.

I slowly made my way down to her wet cunt to give her a night of pleasure. i haven't taken her virginity yet since before she was too young and needed time for some molding. As for now i need her blood pure and virgins with magical blood are the best in this world but after I will take her.

Ahhhh she squeals under my tongue as I enjoy her taste I want to take her now but soon I'll have what I need just one more night.