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Screaming into his gag, and struggling against the ropes binding his limbs, tears matching those of his twin's streaked down his face. Yet, no matter his struggles, he could do nothing but helplessly watch as the woman he loved more than life itself moaned around another man's cock.
Snapping his eyes open and gasping for air, Jamie found himself back on his familiar mattress in Casterly Rock.
'It was a dream… Just a dream. They wouldn't dare harm a Lannister,' he told himself.
"Yeah, about that, it definitely wasn't a dream," a smooth voice had him jolting from his bed and reaching for the blade he kept close, freezing after unceremoniously flinging the sheath away and turning to the intruder.
With the faint light of the dawn shining through the rooms sole window, Jamie could just make out the stranger's form leisurely seated, legs crossed as the man who he'd thought was only a figment of his imagination sent him a smug smirk.
It was him; the same man who'd been violating his sweet sister.
He growled, not caring about his nudity as he held the intruder at sword point. "Bastard, return my sister."
Jamie had no idea if this was simply his drunken hallucinations, or the rumored sorcery that the King who abducted his sister wielded, but even if there was nothing more than the smallest chance of getting his love back, he was going to take it.
"Heh, and give up such a wonderful cunt? I think not," the bastard drawled, the reminder of what he'd witnessed in his dreams making his anger overflow, sending his sword piercing forward without caring about the consequences.
But instead of the expected sound of sharp metal slicing through flesh, Jamie only heard the thunk of his blade hitting wood, his long sword harmlessly passing through his target's body, not a trace of blood in sight.
"Nice try," the man chuckled. "But for that, I'll be spending some extra time with that lovely sister of yours."
At those words, Jamie's wrath washed away, replaced by the same despair and desperation he felt while forced to watch the rape of his sister.
"What do you want? Why are you doing this?" he asked, letting go of the hilt of his sword, the weapon clanging to the stone floor.
"Ah, you twins are so alike; your sister asked me something similar not too long ago," the loathsome man commented, not answering his questions. "Anyways, I think I've wasted enough of my valuable time tormenting a little worm. So, sweet dreams, Lannister," he further gloated before vanishing into thin air.
Jamie roared, upending the room's small dining table, a pitcher of wine spilling as he paced back and forth.
He didn't know what to do; he also wasn't sure that this whole nightmare of an event even happened. For all he knew, this was the work of his recent bout of alcoholism and grief.
But there was nothing he could do, and after further tearing his room apart in rage, and scaring away a young maid who came to check on him, Jamie collapsed back onto his mattress, exhausted… Only to find himself once again bound to a chair in the corner of a lavish chamber, his sister's face forced into a pillow as the same bastard slowly worked his cock into her back passage.
Only able to helplessly watch, Jamie swore vengeance, and even though he didn't know how, he'd not relent until drawing his dyeing breath.
~A New God's Conquest~
With a pair of half-lidded emerald eyes staring up at him, Lux groaned as cherry lips suckled on his left nut, a gentle tongue lapping across his caramel skin.
"You spoil me, love," he praised, receiving a hum in return that only added to the pleasure he felt.
Moving up from his balls, his lovely Rose trailed her lovely mouth from the base of his cock, slowly, languidly, to the tip, all while keeping those gorgeous eyes locked onto his own.
"Baby, have you given any more thought about my request?" the redheaded seductress asked, teasing his bulbous head with those pouty lips of hers.
"Mmn, I think there's a good chance I could be persuaded," Lux told his adorable lover, the girl knowing that asking for anything during their throws of passion would return the best outcomes.
A few days back, Lux told all his women that he'd soon be opening a portal back to the world Rose came from, and aside from the expected, none showed much of an interest for going on an adventure in a new world—a bunch of pampered bitches, is what they were.
But that was besides the point. What the little harlot currently worshipping his manhood was after was obvious; Rose wanted one thing, and one thing only: to be the next of his paramours to carry his child.
And, honestly, as his young lover speared herself onto his rock-hard shaft, her convulsing throat massaging his sensitive glands, Lux didn't think he had it in himself to deny the girl's wishes.
After all, the only reason he'd held off on seeding the girl's fertile womb was the fact that he knew Rose would regret not having her friends from Hogwarts involved in the kid's childhood. But now that she'd be joining him on his trip to her world within the month, that point was pretty much moot.
Though, he didn't think he'd be mentioning his willingness before the night's end, because the girl's eagerness to please was just too damn attractive.
Almost as if to prove his words, Rose's next actions had him ready to blow his load, her mouth and tongue now solely focused on his tip as one hand stroked his saliva slicked shaft while the other fondled his contracting sack. And that sexy grin she sent with her eyes let him know that she knew that he knew that she too knew that he knew… ah, where was he going with that? Whatever, fuck it. The point was, he was ready to bust, and after grabbing a handful of her long hair, Lux readily released his first climax into his lover's provocative mouth.
"Nngh, you taste so good, Lux, but you know I'd prefer being filled in another hole," Rose sexily whined, not leaving a drop behind after swallowing his seed.
"And you know that was far from tonight's last release you'll be getting from me," he told his lover, pulling the sexy redhead onto his lap and taking one of her pink nipples into his mouth as his hands played with the rest of her exquisite body.
Even without the physique boost that came along with carrying his progeny, Rose was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful of his girls—perhaps another benefit of being a protagonist, he supposed.
And that only had him looking forward to seeing her with a belly swollen with child—something he felt was becoming more and more likely as Rose worked her magic.
~A New God's Conquest~
Olenna steepled her hands together as she glared daggers at her buffoon of a son. Seated across the tea table as he nervously fidgeted in place, she wondered how such an imbecile could have stemmed from her loins.
Mace had rushed from the Westerlands with the goal to rally an army, only for her to talk some sense into that thick skull of his. And now, he was back at his usual antics of creating more problems that she would have to clean up.
"M-Mother… is there something you wanted to discuss?" the fool asked, twiddling his fat fingers as he lacked the spine to even meet her scolding gaze.
"Tell me, son of mine, what in seven hells made you think that ordering a trade embargo was the smart thing to do?" she glared, feeling the urge to wack her son across the head with her cane.
"Already, the peasants have the gall to flee our lands on the Silver Wolf's ships, and that's not even mentioning that the King behind them is the one who abducted our sweet Margaery. So, banning trade with the company is the logical answer," Mace replied in a tone as if he wasn't an imbecile.
Giving into the temptation, Olenna couldn't help herself from hitting the fool across from her in the shin. "Mace, what makes you think that further angering those responsible for Margaery's safety is a good idea." She hollered; sure her face had gone red from the excursion. "And forget about the peasants. The trade with the North is bringing in more than triple that of any loses."
"But mother…" her son began, wincing at the sudden jolt of pain.
"No buts, Mace, now get out of my sight and fix your mistakes," she waved off, going back to picking at the wonderful selections of new cheeses imported from the newly formed kingdom, ignoring her son's blusters as he waddled away.
~A New God's Conquest~
Asha evilly smirked as she skulked through the palaces halls, no one the wiser with her perfect disillusionment charm surrounding her form.
She honestly couldn't believe the stupidity of the woman. The gall of her so-called master to teach her the skills that would end up being the whore's downfall. Asha was sure she'd look back on the ridiculousness of the situation with fondness after her escape and rise to power.
Because, with the magic she now grasped, there would be nothing stopping her ascent.
She could already envision it: herself on the Seastone Throne, her hordes of iron fleets ruling the waves as she took the iron price from all who defied her.
Speeding up her pace and holding back from bursting out into maniacal laughter, Asha finally reached her bitch of a master's private chambers.
And as she planned, the woman was alone for the night, not even bothering to lock the door of the home she felt so safe in—just another of the many mistakes the cunt would soon regret.
With her prey in sight, Asha drew her driftwood wand, the core made from the heartstring of a Kraken—at least that was what her master had claimed—ready claim to her vengeance.
"Avada Kedavra," she whispered, the sickly green spell snaking across the short distance and hitting her target without a fuss.
"Heh, I won't deny that you have my gratitude, bitch. After all, without you, I wouldn't have gained such power," Asha chuckled, twirling her magical focus between her fingers with a flourish. "Unfortunately, it wasn't enough that I'd forgive your affronts towards my person."
"Rot in hell," she muttered, turning to take her leave.
"No, I don't think I will be," a familiar, mocking voice had her freezing in her steps, that same fear she felt while chained to the stone ritual platform returning.
Whipping around with her want ready, Asha faced the woman who should have been a quickly cooling corpse, only able to throw out the first spell that came to mind in her panic.
Facing her naughty apprentice as she lounged across her mattress, Bella casually swatted away the blasting curse that the girl desperately threw her way, very much looking forward to the punishment she had planned.
"Avada Kedavra!" Asha screamed, one final attempt at her life that, of course, achieved absolutely nothing.
"Silly, silly, apprentice of mine, I'd really like to know what made that pretty little head of yours believe you actually stood a chance," Bella drawled, said apprentice not responding on account of the silent petrification curse she'd sent her way after that last attempt.
"Ah, but don't worry about answering right away. Soon, that foul mouth will be used in all sorts of interesting ways," She giggled, rolling from her comfortable position on the mattress before unceremoniously flopping the teen over to take her place.
Deciding to set the mood, conjured rope had the young girl's limbs spread wide towards each post of the bedframe, and with a snap, Asha was returned to being as naked as the day she was born, a hairless slit on display: reminiscent of how this whole thing had started, Bella thought.
"Master, would you like to join me in punishing this disobedient apprentice of mine?" She called out to no one, sure that her Master would show up if he so desired.
"Mmn, some light exercise first thing in the morning would be just swell," Bella heard her Master's sexy voice reply, one of his hands wrapping around her stomach as the other fondled her bosom.
Turning around, she found her master in nothing but a thin, silken robe. Acting on the opportunity, Bella eagerly returned her Master's groping, squirming her hands underneath the loose garment to get a feel at those wonderfully chiseled muscles.
Pausing, Bella realized she was getting ahead of herself. She needed to get on with what she'd called her master for, lest they end up distracted in each other's ministrations.
"Come now, Master, let's see to my apprentice's punishment," she purred, placing a light kiss on the corner of her love's lips before leading him over to the tied-up girl.
Helping her master out of his robe, Bella nearly couldn't hold back her anticipation, pleased to see his eyes drinking in the body she'd had a hand in enhancing, his beautiful cock growing firm as he knelt before his prize.
"I must say, you've got wonderful taste, my dear Bella," her master praised, the usual butterflies that filled her tummy every time he complemented her returning.
"Your pleasure is my satisfaction, Master," she vowed, reaching over to gently stroke the now fully erect manhood.
"One moment, Master. It wouldn't do for the little bitch to be unconscious for what's to come," Bella said, giving one of Asha's modest tits a tight slap, the counter curse on her palm making the girl splutter awake as she frantically looked around, finally noticing the marvel of a man between her virgin legs.
"W-What… What the fuck! Let me go, you damn fuckers!" Asha began her tirade, struggling against her binding—not that she stood any chance of freeing herself.
"Quiet," Bella hissed before sending a stinging hex straight to the girl's clit, the little pest squealing like a stuck pig that had her and her master chuckling as they glanced at each other.
"While I'm quite sure that this won't be your last attempt at defiance, just know that punishment will be awaiting you each and every time," she told the glaring girl as she smirked, quickly guiding her masters large rod into Asha's pretty pussy before the little bitch could make any further comments on the matter.
As the former virgin moaned around her master's divine cock, Bella wondered how long it would be before her rebellious apprentice purposely sought punishment. She was sure that no woman could resist her master's sway after enough time experiencing the pleasures he could draw out.
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