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Due to the mix of pain and pleasure she felt as Alaric interd her womb, Sarah's eyesshot upwards as her body went limp. With each of his thrust, she was feeling new height of pleasure she never felt before.
By the end of it, she was howling with pleasure instead of moaning. As she came the sixth time, Alaric came with her. Though she fainted from intense workout, Alaric still was not satisfied.
He heard a knock on the doors as Sereyna's voice sounded,"May I come in my Lord."
"Come in Sera." I replied.
The door opens and Sereyna entered in her usual maid outfit. She first saw my naked figure and my hard dick and paused, then when she saw Sarah who fainted beside me in bed, something shined in her eyes. Suppressing her surprise, she approached, bent down and gently started stroking my cock.
Her touch almost felt heavenly as I hissed.
"You know I told you to stop calling me , my Lord. It makes us feel distant. You should call me by my name." I said.
She replied with a smile, still stroking my dick as she increased the pace," I feel comfortable calling you like that, my Lord. I think I am already overstepping my boundaries by being so close to you, like your real wife."
She gave my dick a lick with her tongue as she said," I wouldn't be here doing this but I just couldn't resist the temptation of your body and my body succumbed to it's sin of lust."
"You are a noble my Lord and nobles take whatever they want from us commoners but they don't share their heart and secrets with us as you do. And above all, you are someone who possess godly abilities, you are above us. Everyone in the territory, myself included see you as our god for everything you have done for us and given us." As she finished saying, she took my dick in her mouth and started bobing her head up and down, twirling her tongue skillfully around it, amplifying my pleasure.
"Hiss, whatever floats your boat I guess." I said and focused myself on the pleasure she was giving.
As I released a load inside her mouth which she swallowed, I picked her up by placing my cand under her armpits and placed her on the bed.
I slowly undressing her while still squeezing her breasts while she squirmed under me.
Night was still young as moonlight shined from the windows, making her look like a goddess.
It's going to be a sleepless night.
Next morning.
If you are wondering how it came to this, here is what happened.
Sereyna has always been the one taking care of me as well as getting me dressed.
And after I hit my growth spurt and my muscles began to show, It started getting harder for her to resist the temptation of my body. All it took was my constant teasing and roaming my hands around her body and she was there warming my bed.
As for Sarah, She just took to following me around after she was told about her brother's death, whom she thought was still alive.
As she grew older, her similarity with an actress from my past life grew. And I thought it would be a waste of she became a maid so after she became 13, I asked to be trained with master of arms.
I too practiced with her and also knew she was attracted to me but made no moves.
Now she was seventeen and I was fourteen.
What happened yesterday was her own wish.
*Flashback starts*
I sat on a wooden bench in the garden, watching as Sarah played nearby. Her red hair shone like fire under the afternoon sun, her laughter echoing as she chased a butterfly across the flowers. She looked so happy, so full of life, and it made what I had to do even harder.
When I first came into this world, She was the one whom Sereyna asked to help me dress. It still baffled me how such a small child could be made to do the work of a maid, even if it's westeros. Now it looks like she wasn't here to work, but was technically adopted by Sereyna after finding about her and now acting like my playmate.
I clenched my fists, trying to find the right words in my head. Sarah deserved the truth. She will ask for his resque anyway, after I reveal my capabilities. False hope, no matter how kind it seemed, would only hurt her more in the long run. But she was just seven. How do you break something like this to a little girl?
"Alaric!" Sarah called out, running toward me with her usual energy. "Look, look! It landed on my hand!" She held up her tiny fingers where a butterfly sat, its wings slowly opening and closing.
I smiled softly. "That's beautiful, Sarah."
She beamed at me, but I could see her looking at me closely, noticing something. She tilted her head. "Why do you look so serious? Did something happen?"
I sighed. There was no use stalling. "Sarah, come sit with me. I need to talk to you about something."
Her cheerful expression faded a little as she sat beside me, her big green eyes looking up at me with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What is it?"
I hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Sarah, you've talked about your brother a lot. You've told me how much you miss him, how you hope he'll come back someday."
Her face brightened again, a small smile forming. "He will. I just know it! One day, he'll walk right through the door, and we'll play together like we used to."
I felt a lump in my throat, but I forced myself to go on. "Sarah... your brother isn't coming back."
Her smile faltered. She stared at me, confused. "What do you mean? He's just with the Ironborn, right? He'll escape, or someone will save him."
I shook my head gently. "No, Sarah. The truth is... he didn't get taken by the Ironborn. He... he died during the raid."
She froze, her small hands clenching the edge of her dress. "No... that's not true. You're wrong!"
"Sarah, listen to me," I said softly but firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I know this is hard to hear. The people didn't tell you because they didn't want to hurt you. They thought it was better to let you hope. But I think you're strong enough to know the truth."
Tears filled her eyes, and her voice wavered. "No! He can't be gone! He promised me... he promised he'd always protect me!"
I pulled her into a hug as she began to cry, her small body shaking against mine. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. I wish it wasn't true. But your brother loved you so much. He would have done anything to keep you safe."
She sobbed into my chest, her little hands clutching at my tunic. "Why didn't they tell me? Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Because they were afraid," I said gently, stroking her hair. "They didn't want to see you sad. They thought they were helping. But sometimes, hiding the truth isn't the best way."
We stayed like that for a while, her crying and me holding her, letting her grief pour out. When her sobs finally quieted, she pulled back and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
"Do you think he's... happy now? Wherever he is?" she asked in a small voice.
I nodded. "I do. And I think he's watching over you, proud of how strong you are."
She sniffled, her lips trembling. "I miss him so much."
"I know, Sarah," I said, squeezing her hand. "And it's okay to miss him. It's okay to feel sad. But he wouldn't want you to stop smiling. He'd want you to keep being the bright, amazing girl he loved."
She looked down at her lap, her fingers twisting together. "I'll try... for him."
I gave her a small smile. "That's all anyone can ask. You're stronger than you think, Sarah."
She didn't say anything, but she leaned against me, her head resting on my arm. And for the rest of the afternoon, we just sat there in the garden.
*Flashback ends*
I decided to make a potion for both Sereyna and Sarah insted of usual prototype since I don't like how it's transformation looks .
The potion I gave them 3 times stronger than peak human and also had the self regeneration property of Extermis.
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Rills.
Rodrick Ryswell sat in his study, staring out the window at the vast lands of his territory. The snow-covered hills stretched far and wide, but instead of pride, all he felt was fear. His fingers tapped nervously on the armrest of his chair as he thought about the events of the past few years.
One by one, members of the branch families of House Ryswell had died. None of them had been murdered or met with foul play, at least as far as anyone could tell. Every single one had died of natural causes. Heart failures, fevers, sudden illnesses—things that could happen to anyone. But when it kept happening, over and over again, people started talking.
"The Old Gods have cursed House Ryswell," the commoners whispered. "They've turned their gaze away from them."
Rodrick tried to push those thoughts away, but it was hard. The sudden rise of his neighbor, House Noir, only added to his worry. How else could one explain the almost magical success of House Noir? Their lands were thriving. Their population had grown from twenty thousand to nearly one hundred thousand in just a few years. People went to his territory from all parts of North, even from his, looking to find the blessed lands.
And the food. Gods, the food. House Noir seemed to have an endless supply of it. Wheat, barley, fruits, even spices—things that no one should be able to grow in the North. They claimed their farms in Sothoryos were the reason, but Rodrick couldn't help but feel there was more to it.
"Blessed by the Old Gods, they say he is," Rodrick muttered under his breath. The head of House Noir had become a figure of legend. People called him the Old Gods' favorite. They said the gods smiled upon him, guiding his every step. And while Rodrick wanted to dismiss it as superstition, he couldn't deny the strange things happening around him. The Wirewood trees that had suddenly started dotting the lands of House Noir seemed like a sign—a silent reminder that the Old Gods were watching.
Rodrick sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. His house was in danger, and not just because of the supposed curse. He and his children were the only blood left of House Ryswell. If something happened to him or his son, the house would die out completely. The thought kept him awake at night, gnawing at his mind like a hungry wolf.
But there was one way to secure his bloodline. One way to ensure his family's survival, even if the worst happened.
Rodrick leaned back in his chair, a plan forming in his mind. "If I can marry my daughter to him," he whispered to himself, "at least my bloodline will be safe."
It wasn't just superstition driving his thoughts. Marrying into House Noir wasn't just about avoiding the supposed curse. The head of House Noir was the most desirable spouse in the entire realm, second only to the crown prince. Every house in the North—and likely beyond—was vying for a connection to him. His wealth, his influence, and his mysterious rise made him a figure everyone wanted to ally with.
Rodrick stood up and began pacing the room, his mind racing. His daughter was young, but she was beautiful, kind, and smart. She would make a fine match, and if he could secure this union, it would not only save his house but also elevate it.
He stopped pacing and stared at the fire crackling in the hearth. "I have to act fast," he thought. "Other houses will have the same idea. If I don't introduce my daughter to him soon, I might lose the chance."
The next morning, Rodrick called for his daughter, Barbrey , to join him in the solar. The room was bright with sunlight streaming through the windows, and Barbrey walked in gracefully, her long auburn hair falling over her shoulders.
"You wanted to see me, Father?" she asked, her voice gentle but curious.
Rodrick smiled warmly at her. "Yes, my dear. Sit with me."
Elaine sat down across from him, folding her hands in her lap. She could see the seriousness in his expression and waited patiently for him to speak.
"Elaine," Rodrick began, "you know how much I care for you and your brother. You are the light of this family, and I have always wanted the best for you."
She tilted her head slightly, her green eyes searching his face. "Of course, Father. I know that."
He nodded, his smile fading. "Our house is in a delicate position right now. You've heard the whispers, haven't you? About the deaths in our family?"
Barbrey's face grew somber. "Yes, Father. People are saying the Old Gods have turned against us. But... surely that can't be true."
Rodrick sighed heavily. "I don't know, my dear. I wish I could dismiss it as nonsense, but... the signs are hard to ignore. And I can't stop thinking about the future. If something happens to me or your brother..."
"Father, don't say that," Barbrey interrupted, her voice trembling.
He reached across the table and took her hand. "I have to, Elaine. I have to think about what's best for our family. And I believe I've found a way to secure our future."
Barbrey looked at him with a mixture of confusion and concern. "What do you mean?"
Rodrick hesitated for a moment before continuing. "You've heard of House Noir, haven't you? Their rise has been... extraordinary. The head of their house is a man unlike any other. People say he's blessed by the Old Gods themselves."
Barbrey nodded slowly. "Yes, I've heard of him. Everyone has. But what does that have to do with us?"
Rodrick's gaze softened. "I want to arrange a meeting between you and him. If we can secure a marriage alliance with House Noir, it would not only protect our family but also ensure its future. He is the most desirable match in the realm, Elaine. This is a chance we cannot afford to miss."
Barbrey's cheeks flushed, and she looked down at her hands. "I... I don't know what to say, Father."
"You don't have to decide anything now," Rodrick said quickly. "I only ask that you meet him, get to know him. If he's as remarkable as they say, I believe you'll see the wisdom in this."
She nodded after a moment of silence. "If it's for the good of our family, I'll do it, Father."
Rodrick smiled, relief washing over him. "Thank you, Barbrey. You're a good daughter. I'll make the arrangements soon."
As Barbrey left the room, Rodrick leaned back in his chair, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time in months. If this plan worked, House Ryswell might not only survive but thrive.
But as he looked out the window at the snow-covered hills, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was playing a dangerous game. The Old Gods' blessings were fickle, and only time would tell if his gamble would pay off.