"The Kings conquer the world, but women conquer men. What terrible power." Tyrion Lannister thought, surrounded by countless prostitutes.
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"You've done well, Lord Harry Strickland." Daenerys looked at the man kneeling before her with a satisfied look.
Hearing Daenerys call him Lord, Harry's eyes went wide, he felt his hands shaking and asked in a gruff tone. "Is Your Grace withdrawing our punishment?"
"Yes, as of this moment, everyone in the Golden Company is forgiven for their crimes." Daenerys nodded and smiled, seeing the gratitude in the man's eyes
Without waiting for the man's thanks, Daenerys continued speaking in a cold tone. "The Golden Company will attack Old Town with me and we will reduce that filthy city to ashes."
Harry's eyes showed incredible determination, he stood up and looked directly into Daenerys' eyes. "Don't worry, Your Grace, any enemy of House Targaryen will suffer the wrath of Fire and Blood."
"Then go and join House Tyrell." Daenerys ordered with a smile that was more than satisfied with Harry's words.
Harry bowed once more to Daenerys, didn't hesitate and left with quick but heavy steps.
Arriving at a room, Harry opened the door and saw all the leaders of the Golden Company waiting for him. Just like him, they were descendants of the noble houses exiled when they joined Daemon I Blackfire during the rebellion.
Looking into their hopeful eyes, Harry took a deep breath and spoke with a smile on his face. "We've returned home and fulfilled the wish of our ancestors."
"YESMMMMMMMMM!!!"
"We're finally back home!!!"
"Dad, I wish you were alive to see this day."
Shouts of excitement, joy and sadness filled the room the moment Harry's voice ceased. Everyone hugged each other while showing joyful expressions.
"The Queen has forgiven our sins, but we have to march with her to destroy Old Town." Harry said seriously, but no one cared.
War?
They were used to it and didn't mind fighting one more, especially if it meant earning merit to restore lost fiefdoms and castles.
"We'll be ready for war, Captain General." One of the men spoke with a determined, murderous tone. He didn't care that Old Town was the center of the religious heart of Westeros, as long as he could stay on this continent full of life, he would kill even the gods.
"I'll meet the Master of Coin and ask for resources to supply our army." Harry nodded and wasn't surprised by his men's eagerness for war.
In another room not far away, Aegon lay in bed with his body completely infixed, like a mummy, and listened to the merry laughter and excited shouts. The false prince's expression twisted grotesquely.
The pain of betrayal made his purple eyes particularly dark, he looked like a wounded and hungry wolf after being expelled from the pack. While they were happy about the betrayal, he was suffering pain that was simply mind-boggling.
Aegon couldn't even move a muscle without causing pain, the bandages rubbing against the skinless muscles and causing pain.
"Traitors, without me you wouldn't dare set foot in Westeros." He muttered as he clenched his teeth, but this small act made him wince with the pain he felt.
The image of Daenerys reappeared in Aegon's mind, but he didn't see the girl with as much glow or love as he'd thought he'd felt before.
Love?
Aegon wanted to slap his past self. No longer in love with Daenerys, he was finally able to see everything that had happened before more clearly. Looking back, he actually noticed details he hadn't noticed before. Her sarcastic smiles, her cold, murderous stares were more than clear.
Remembering Jon and Varys' words, Aegon realized that both men had already noticed this, but neither of them had spoken directly to him. Instead of being angry with both men, he could understand why they hadn't said anything.
Aegon himself wouldn't believe them and would even resent them, so both men never said anything.
"Daenerys..." A dark, hoarse whisper came from Aegon's bruised lips as the shadows gradually filled the room, heralding the end of the day.
The next day.
Daenerys, wearing red leather armor and a crown under her hair, looked at the army before her with a calm gaze.
With House Tyrell and the Golden Company, she had an incredible one hundred and ten thousand soldiers, not counting the one thousand five hundred Sardaukar who would remain in King's Landing. In addition to hundreds of thousands of soldiers, she had three young dragons that could already be considered real weapons of war.
"Lord Mace, Paxter and Randyll, order the army to advance towards Old Town!" Daenerys looked at the most experienced men she had at the moment and ordered with a regal tone.
"Yes, my queen." The three men replied in respectful, excited tones.
Mace, who thought of himself as a famous and powerful general, was the most excited at the moment. The man had bought a new suit of armor, as his old armor didn't fit his huge body. Another funny thing was that as a general, Mace wasn't riding a horse, but was in a carriage.
The poor horse that Mace had tried to ride earlier was still recovering from his injuries. Daenerys couldn't help but mourn the fate of the beautiful and powerful animal.
Daenerys finally understood why House Tyrell was weak, as a Lord like Mace, it was truly a miracle that House Tyrell was still Lord Paramount of Mander. However, remembering Olenna, she seemed to understand how House Tyrell remained with a strong image.
Just as Visenya conquered the Vale for Aegon, I will give the ashes of Old Town to you, my king and husband." Daenerys murmured with a calm, deep gaze.
Seeing the army advancing, Daenerys put her random thoughts aside and focused entirely on the moment.
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Riverlands, in the King's Personal Tent. (Scenes +18, I'd say get the kids out of the room, but I know you don't mind...)
"The attack on Old Town has begun." Aenar, who was naked in bed, looked towards King's Landing with a calm gaze. He felt nothing towards Aegon, not even hatred or anger, the boy was just a pawn in the hands of other conspirators and not worthy of his concern.
However, the way Daenerys dealt with Aegon was satisfying, the girl has really grown up after a year and a half apart.
Especially her ability to control people. Showing power, creating fear and then conquering with gratitude. Daenerys really was the woman worthy of rebuilding the Targaryen Dynasty in other universes.
However, something displeased Aenar. That was Rhaenys' disappointing performance in dealing with all this. Instead of dealing with Aegon personally, she let Daenerys take control of everything.
Yes, although killing Aegon was problematic, Daenerys, Rhaenys and Rhaella were overly concerned about it. Aenar cared little for what the people would think of him after killing Aegon.
For him, as long as humanity followed the golden path, he had built for humanity to prosper, he didn't care what people would call him.
Another point was that Aenar sent Rhaenys to extract all the anger, pain and resentment that had built up in Aegon. These feelings were dangerous, especially when there were gods looking at House Targaryen with lust and murderous intent.
Of all House Targaryen, Rhaenys had the greatest chance of falling into the arms of chaos, so Aenar wanted her to explode with all the anger she possessed at this moment, to be more relaxed and calm, but obviously his intentions were misinterpreted.
The three women were thinking too much instead of acting directly, but it wasn't entirely Rhaenys' fault or Daenerys' and Rhaella's fault. The three women were still thinking exactly as humans would, but they weren't human, they were goddesses of his Golden Lineage.
And the main characteristic of his Golden Lineage was that they respected neither the laws of men nor the laws of the gods. He cared even less about what people would think of him.
"I have to stop talking in riddles and say directly what I want this girl to do." Aenar muttered with a helpless tone. Although talking in riddles was pretty cool, there were a lot of things that could get lost in people's interpretations.
Suddenly, a pair of soft hands caressed his forehead, gently massaging the frown on his face.
Looking at Arianne completely naked before him, Aenar laughed and held her waist as he brought her into the comfort of his arms.
"My king seems unsatisfied, have I been unpleasant in bed?" Arianne asked as she pressed her curvy body against Aenar's muscular body. Her full, soft, elastic breasts pressed tightly against his strong chest. Her voice was silky and sensual, and could make any man shudder with just her voice.
"Never." Aenar commented with a laugh as he gently kissed her shoulder while moving up to her neck, nibbling and sucking the sweaty skin after a night of carnal passion.
Arianne let out a sensual moan as she felt Aenar's lips taste her skin without qualms.
"It's just that I was dissatisfied with the way things turned out in King's Landing." Nibbling softly on her ear, Aenar whispered in her ear while his hands squeezed hard on Arianne's incredibly soft ass.
Aenar, who was already ready to take the field again, positioned himself in the right position and waited for the right moment.
The princess of Dorne practically melted under Aenar's caresses, she gasped rapidly, her eyes gradually being filled with the purest carnal desire.
"It's normal, my lovely cousin has always been one to think too much, especially after she started training with Uncle Oberyn." She spoke as her panting increased. Suddenly, she felt herself being filled in an instant.
"Huhm~"
"Ah~~"
"My king is evil~"
Aenar smiled and whispered hoarsely in her ear. "I can stop if I wish."
"Never." Arianne replied as she began to move up and down while putting her hands around Aenar's neck. With each descent, her ass made a high-pitched sound and rippled with the collision of flesh. Shameful moans escaped her wet, swollen lips.
Sex was as good as she'd hoped, even if she hadn't done it before, she didn't regret it, because the pleasure she was feeling made up for all the years she'd never experienced it.
"It's not just Rhaenys who has to understand, but Daenerys and Rhaella too." Aenar spoke with her breathing still normal as she experienced the pleasure with a calm yet completely relaxed gaze.
"They need not worry about what others think of me, for House Targaryen does not respect the laws of men or gods." Aenar spoke as he pressed Arianne against the bed and began to penetrate her hard.
Arianne seemed astonished by Aenar's words and spread her legs as wide as possible to make things more comfortable for her king.
The girl looked small compared to Aenar's size, but she still resisted Aenar's onslaught with a pleasurable expression as she moaned at the top of her lungs, not caring if anyone heard her shameful moans.
Their bodies mingled as sweat dripped down Arianne's glistening body and stained Aenar's body, but neither cared, on the contrary, it only made their bodies slicker, increasing the feeling of pleasure for both of them.
In the end, after a long hour, Arianne's moans already weak and her voice hoarse, Aenar finally felt satisfied and released his seed inside Arianne's womb.
Causing them both to orgasm simultaneously, Arianne in particular was already exhausted and her mind blank.
Helping Arianne to lie down on his body, Aenar stroked the woman's hair while looking up at the ceiling of the tent with a relaxed look and without a bead of sweat, even though he was drenched in Arianne's sweat.
"You've done well, my lovely sand snake." Kissing her forehead, Aenar commented in a gentle tone while flashing a smile.
Arianne didn't reply and just closed her eyes with a tired but peaceful and relaxed expression after another round of sex.
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Note: I think this is my first sex scene, right? Honestly, I don't know if I'm very good, because I focus more on the descriptions than on the act itself, making it more natural and sensual. Tell me what you think, do you prefer it like this or more descriptive?
However, I found it quite embarrassing to write a sex scene like this, I think I'll die of shame if it's more explicit. After all, this isn't a porn video.
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