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"They'll never take you from me, my precious," Catelyn murmured to herself, gently stroking her rounded belly.
First, the devil stole her husband. Then, the precious little girl that took after her younger self so much was mercilessly ripped from her pleading arms; taken as a mere hostage. And now, even her eldest; her only remaining tie to these dreaded lands grew distant, the nearby head of Castle Cerwyn taking over his required training for the lordship he would eventually inherit.
Even with her position as the lady of Winterfell intact, she felt like nothing more than a lost specter wandering these cold halls. What sins had she committed to deserve such a fate?
Outside the room, Rana rolled her eyes. She'd been transferred from her station in Braavos to look after the trout bitch, and at this point, she was fairly sure her lord only cared about the child growing in her belly.
Rana would report this recent turn of events, but she saw no issue letting the crazy woman stew in her madness for a while. After all, it was all this bitch's fault that she'd had to move from the temperate climate of northern Essos that she'd become fond of. It'd be fine as long as no permanent harm came to the one she was tasked to protect.
~A New God's Conquest~
With her golden radiance holding back the clearly magical blizzard, Aurora led the small group of paladins she'd reappropriated directly into the heart of the storm.
Her silly father could be quite forgetful at times, she'd long since realized. Or it might be better to say, he could become a little too preoccupied with the hordes of women surrounding him, she wrinkled her snout in disgust.
Either way, it was just lucky that she and her sister were there to handle the minor inconveniences that could slip their father's mind. And on this trip, she'd be taking care of one of this world's greatest threats, the revolting undead that were responsible for the razor sharp, icy winds that would be hounding her men if she weren't there.
As a being of light and holiness, the creatures that the locals referred to as, The Others, were a blight that Aurora wouldn't let exist another day, she'd decided. The only necromancy she could tolerate was that of her father, the undead he created lacking the foul stench of the ones not far from her position.
Pausing, she held up a paw, her paladins halting in unison. It seemed her enemies were done playing around with their little weather tricks, rotten men and women now lumbering into view on all sides.
"Hmph, you all can deal with the small fries," Aurora told her soldiers, scoffing at the shambling corpses. Aurora was sure that no matter how hard the weaklings tried, they wouldn't be able to leave a scratch on the enchanted armor her father made for his paladins.
Aurora nodded her head in approval. As expected, the gold clad warriors moved like a killing machine, spears blurring with each attack never missing their target.
"So, you've finally decided to show yourselves," she mocked, armored undead riding giant spiders approaching as the horde parted.
"Outsider, you mettle in matters above you," the middle one rasped, making her scoff.
"You're not the Night King. Let me guess, I'm talking to the one called the Great Other, isn't that right?" Aurora sneered. How dare the filthy creature speak to her like that.
Not even allowing a reply, Aurora brought forth her might, her golden sigils appearing under the undead leaders, her magic's pure holy aura disintegrating the remaining wights simply by proximity, and her true targets howling in agony and fear.
"I will have my vengeance for this affront," the Great Other claimed, and Aurora could sense the foul creature attempting to flee the body it had been possessing.
"Not on my watch," she grinned, a holy lance shooting towards the presence who thought themselves unseen, the wannabe death god obliterated in an instant.
"Alright boys, let's wrap it up," she commanded, forming holy chains to take the white walkers back with them. Aurora knew her father had an interest in studying the magic they'd been created by.
~A New God's Conquest~
Standing on the bow of his flagship with his closest family at his side, Lux smiled as the city created to his specifications neared on the horizon. He felt it was about time he moved from the isolated island of Skagos and into the capital that his future empire would expand from.
"It's beautiful, Master," his favored slave gushed, receiving a fond grope to her plump rear for the excellent sense of taste.
And it truly was beautiful if he did say so himself, the common theme being white walls with gold tinted shingles above, the streets a similar shade constructed of perfectly level stone.
But all of this paled in comparison to the palace he'd soon be occupying at the city's center, that, while keeping with the color theme, stood apart with its towering spires connected by ornate bridges truly making it look like something out of a high fantasy setting—which, in reality, was what he'd been quickly turning this previously weak world into.
"Honey, what have you decided its name shall be?" Rhaella asked, one arm intertwined with his while the other held onto her daughter's hand.
"The locals have taken to calling the place New Haven. I believe it quite fitting," he told his Valyrian mistress, the stunning woman nodding her agreement.
"Don't you think it's a bit much? I mean, we get it… you like the color gold," Rose butt in with her astonishingly stupid opinion. So stupid, in fact, that Lux didn't even feel like it deserved a response.
"As long as there's a training yard, what does the color matter?" Val questioned, making him sigh. Sometimes, Lux wondered if he was the only intelligent one in this world.
"There, there, daddy, I think it'll make a wonderful new home," his adorable Delphi cheered him up, his faith restored.
Other than his precious daughter's encouragement, the essence gained from this little endeavor also had his spirits high.
With this being the greatest influx of essence to date, it was clear that the Essence of Creation preferred rewarding him for his less violent achievements.
Of course, just by the name of the power, it was something of a given, but now he had his confirmation. Still, that didn't mean he was going to start solving all his problems by singing kumbaya around a campfire. No, at least in his opinion, there were too many fuckers who deserved nothing more than death and destruction.
But Lux liked to think of himself as a man of many layers—akin to an onion… or maybe like a cake. Yeah, cake sounded better.
Anyway, why pick and choose when he could have it all? He'd act as a bastion of creativity and advancement when he felt like it, and he'd be the good old god who rains down fury and pestilence when that particular mood struck.
All in all, Lux was pleased with his current state of affairs, and with his stockpiles nearing what he'd been saving for, he couldn't wait to visit the clusterfuck of a world that Rose came from.
So much so, that Lux was pretty sure he'd leave that whole grand parley he'd setup to his dutiful Saintess.
Yes, the idea had its merits, the primary being, that it would be absolutely hilarious to watch the high and mighty lords groveling in front of his little jade beauty.
But like he'd said, he was just a few points from his goal. So, he figured leaving this world with a bang would be his best bet. And what he had in mind would only take a quick pitstop before getting on with the next adventure. Not that he wouldn't be returning anytime soon. He hadn't gone through all the effort of building his new palace for it not to be his primary resting place. Okay, so it was his wizard minions who'd put in the effort, fuck off.
By the time he'd finished his monologue, his ship had already made port, his grateful citizens cheering his arrival.
"Praise be the Lord!"
"Lord Tenebris!"
"You Bless us, Your Grace!"
The crowd shouted as he waved, letting them know they had his approval.
Because they did, in fact, have his approval. While there were foreign merchants here and there, the city's true inhabitants were all his most devout and useful followers, something he'd used a large amount of his gathered faith to insure safe passage on their pilgrimages from around the world.
"Yes, yes, your God has arrived," Lux tried calming down the fervent crowd while leading the way towards the waiting carriage, tossing blessings of fortune out like candy, even stopping to kiss the head of a baby shoved into his arms by a devout mother, chuckling as the pretty MILF swooned at his attention.
Ignoring the rolling eyes of his lovers and children, Lux eventually took his seat, the dozen white Clydesdales whinnying as they pulled the large stagecoach down the perfectly smooth and clean roads. Yeah, Lux wouldn't allow any nonsense such as chamber pots being dumped out windows in his city, which is why he'd made sure his workers added magical plumbing into every single building. Honestly, the whole place ran on enchantments, and most of the elaborate designs making the place so wonderful wouldn't have been possible without them.
The effort was worth it though, Lux thought, enjoying the peaceful ride towards the palace.
"Wow," Rhaella and the others gushed after entering the pearly gates, the palace's servants bowing as they passed.
"Say, Master, how about we break in the new bedroom?" the always horny Bella suggested.
"Outstanding idea, Love," Lux agreed, hearing a few disappointed sighs as he walked off with his first baby mama.
~A New God's Conquest~
Her eyes shut tight, Cersei imagined the large cock piercing her to the core to be that of her beloved Jamie, the fierce rutting she received daily somehow flooding her body and mind with new sensations each and every time.
"Look at me," the simple command had her ripped away from her fantasies, not hesitating to follow orders as her eyes opened to see the attractive face—the one she was now so familiar with—grinning down at her.
She'd quickly learned that any disobedience would only get her a session with the white-haired demoness in return. And that was an experience she dared not even recollect. Cersei would take having her body violated by this man, a hundred-fold, over the dreaded alternative.
"It's not your brother giving you these feelings, pet," her rapist taunted, grabbing onto one of her breasts, an involuntary moan slipping past her lips, a long tongue taking the opportunity to entangle her own—the intimate act something she'd formerly only shared with her brother, and now, even that was stolen from her.
Cersei's eyes watered, but she held back the coming tears. She wouldn't show this bastard any further weakness, not even as he moaned into her mouth, the feeling of his seed filling her quim forcing her own release.
One step closer until the end of her daily torture, she comforted herself.
"I'm sure you haven't been able to tell, locked away as you've been, but we've moved into my newly built palace," Her tormentor told her as she wondered what any of this nonsense had to do with her. "With your labor nearing, it'd be a shame to bring a beautiful baby girl into the world while remaining in captivity," he continued, making her snap to look him in the eyes.
"A girl?" She asked, one of the few times she'd spoken to her captors unprompted, and the vile smirk he sent her way at the question had her skin crawling.
"Hmm, you'll soon birth a daughter," he replied, the powers she'd witnessed during her captivity making the claim easily believable.
But the monster's words didn't stop there, a dread settling over herself like she'd never felt before.
"I'm sure the girl will take after her gorgeous mother," he whispered into her ear while his warm hand gently stroked above her womb, her hands unable to wrap around her growing babe in defense, arms restrained above her head.
"What do you want? Why are you telling me this?" she nearly begged, sure that the bastard could hear the defeat in her voice.
"What I want is quite simple, my dear. You'll be released from your cage, and we'll see how long you can behave before… corrective measures are needed," he explained, the fact that she was nothing more than a plaything for this powerful man sinking in, a small nod the only reply she could muster up in her current state.
"Ah, good, but all of that can wait for now," he chuckled, slowly pressing a finger into her tightest passage. "I have one last hole to fill up for the day," he said, aligning his manhood as she clenched her mouth shut, hours of reluctant pleasure surely awaiting her immediate future.
~A New God's Conquest~
Listening to Lady Rhaella's lecture, Margaery happily stroked the golden floof ball napping in her lap, the other girls close to her age hiding their jealousy that Aurora had chosen her company for the day's lesson.
Only half paying attention to the advice on courtly matters that she'd already learned from her grandmother, she once again thought about the oddity that her days had turned into.
After all, she'd never had imagined life in captivity could be so pleasant. It was honestly suspicious, and she wouldn't let her grandmother's teachings go to waste simply because she was being showered with the greatest of hospitalities.
Margaery had done her best to gain the favor of those with the most influence that she could manage, the task not even being an unpleasant one. The King's daughters, Cassiopeia or Cassie for short, and Aqua, were delightful girls, whom she was more than pleased to have as company.
But looking over at the Dornish princesses who still joined these lessons for whatever reason, she hid a sigh after glancing down at her nonexistent womanly curves.
It was clear that the Heir of Dorne and her cousin's position had been greatly elevated. It was also obvious as to the reason. Margaery guessed that they only deigned the group with their presence to flaunt their new status.
If only she were a few years older. By then, Margaery was sure that her womanly charms would have her gaining a similar status with the mysterious sorcerer King.
Still, she figured that even had that been the case, she wouldn't stoop to the levels Princess Ariane surely had. Her grandmother had warned her about the Dornish, and she wouldn't give up her chastity to be nothing more than a paramour.
"Margaery, can you tell us what you know of house Redwyne?" Lady Rhaella asked, and Margaery put on a faint smile as she stood.
Their teacher liked to include the members of their class in the lessons to make sure they were paying attention. Luckily, Margaery always kept an ear on her surroundings even while contemplating the game being played around herself, she thought, standing to give a brief description of one of the most powerful families of her homeland, and the famous fleet they controlled.
"Thank you dear," the kind former queen offered as Margaery took her seat. And honestly, that was something that had thrown her for a loop. It was very odd being taught by a woman long presumed passed and allegedly raised from the afterlife by the same King she'd been captured by.
Nonetheless, she wouldn't let the unexplainable trip her up while playing the game her grandmother had taught her to.
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