It had been a moon since the wedding Robert and my sister had married. As Robert squire, I was mostly busy most of the day since I was basically a servant to him like a couple others.
I had become more friendly with other squires included Justin Massey and other nobles who are squiring with me. Tonight I wasn't busy since Robert went to a brothel with other people.
Which was good since he gave me an opportunity to do something I was meant to do for a little bit ever since Lysa Arryn had finally managed to come to court.
The damn winch was vulnerable to his magic eyes including with her, I can finish one of my quest and I could kill little finger before he became a problem.
I wasn't going to enslave him like varys since I didn't know the effects the long-term effects of my power and Petyr despite his dislike for him I could admit that he was a strong well individual.
He had came with her to court, including with other Bannerman of Jon. Thankfully he hadn't become master of coin yet so getting rid of him wouldn't cost any suspicion.
Thank to varys I already knew a hiding spot where little finger and one of my future cumdump would meet up
-Later-
As I waited in the dark room, a hiding spot found by that fucking lowborn scum, I waited patiently.
Eventually, the secret entrance to the room opened.
A woman hiding her face underneath a heavy cowl stumbled into the dark room. "Petyr… why is everything so dark?" She asked timidly as she used her candle to look around the dark room.
As I lit my candle, I looked at the woman, showing her my face.
"Petyr?" She asked in confusion as she took a few steps toward him until she finally got a proper look on her face and froze. "Y… you… y… you are not…."
"No. I'm not Petyr, Lady Arryn but I think you know who I am after all i'm around your husband and the king a lot," I said as I got up from where I was sitting and walked over to her.
The woman stumbled on her feet, trying to step away from him until he caught her arm and removed her cowl.
The face of Lysa Arryn became visible to him under the candlelight. The woman was looking as pale as a sheet and trembling in fear as she looked at him with wide eyes.
"Surprised?" I asked, my lips forming into a cruel grin. "What? You thought that you'd be unfaithful to your husband by bedding his bannerman and no one would find out."
In truth, very few people knew that this storage room even existed. And even fewer knew who held the key to this room. Only among those who did, only Petyr and Lysa knew that there was a secret tunnel in this room that led up to a chamber in Maegor's Holdfast.
A chamber that Lysa took over and started living in as soon as Petyr informed her about this secret tunnel.
"W-what do you want?" Lysa asked, her voice coming out a little squeaky from all the terror she was feeling at being caught. "How did you learn about us?"
"Does it really matter how I learn about you and Baelish?" I asked as I dragged the woman closer to me. "And as for what I want?" I pushed the black robe she was wearing from over her shoulders, revealing her in all her naked glory.
Her face was not really all that pleasant to look at. But her body wasn't much to look at either. Small, saggy breasts and a pouch belly. But on the positive side, she had large hips. And also she was a redhead.
Immediately activity my guess I said a specific command so hopefully she wouldn't become a mindless robot.
"Become completely and fully in love with me and do anything I tell you to do," and like that, my command did have an effect.
As I saw a red glow appear on her eyes before it dissipated.
"Darling, where are we?" Lysa asked, tilting her head to the side innocently. Her naked body was on full display, her pale skin glistening under the candlelight.
I smirked as I pulled her closer to me, running my hands over her curves possessively. "We're in a place I found my love," I say as I pressing a kiss to her neck.
Lysa shivered at his touch, her skin breaking out into goosebumps. "Oh yes, I remember now," she said dreamily, leaning into his touch. "We have so much fun together, don't we?"
I chuckled darkly and spun her around, pushing her against the stone wall of the storage room. "We certainly do," I growled, nipping at her earlobe. "And I'm going to have even more fun with you now."
I pressed my body against hers, letting her feel the hardness of my cock through my breeches. Lysa gasped, arching her back to press her ass against me.
"Please, darling," she whimpered, reaching back to grip his hip. "I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
I groaned at her words, my cock throbbing with need. I quickly undid my breeches, freeing my hard length. I grabbed Lysa's hips and positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of my cock.
"Beg for it," I demanded, smacking her ass hard. "Beg me to fuck you like the whore you are."
Lysa cried out at the smack, but it only made her wetter. "Please, Tyrion," she whined, wiggling her hips back against him. "Please fuck me. I need your big, hard cock inside me. I need you to pound me until I scream."
I growled in satisfaction and thrust into her hard, not stopping until I was balls deep inside her tight heat. Lysa screamed in pleasure, her walls clenching around him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned, pulling out and slamming back into her. I set a punishing pace, fucking her hard and fast against the wall.
Lysa could only moan and cry out, lost in the pleasure of being filled by her lover's huge cock. She'd never felt so full before, so completely taken by a man.
"Harder," she gasped, pushing back against him. "Fuck me harder, Tyrion. Make me your whore."
I slamming into her with my strength. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the storage room as I fucked her mercilessly, my hips smacking against her ass with each powerful thrust.
Lysa came hard, her walls clamping down on me as she screamed my name. But I wasn't done with her yet. I pulled out and spun her around, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around my waist.
"Wrap your arms around my neck," I ordered, holding her up easily with one hand under her ass. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't even remember your own name."
And with that, I began to fuck her again, bouncing her up and down on my cock as I held her aloft. Lysa could only hold on tight and moan as I pounded into her again and again, fucking her hard enough to make her see stars.
By the time he was done with her, Lysa was a sobbing, writhing mess in his arms. Her pussy was sore and raw, and she was certain she would never be able to walk again. But she'd never felt so satisfied in her life.
-later-
As I left an exhausted Lysa with her womb full of my seed laying on the bed in the room.
[Feat achieved: Fuck Lysa Arryn +100 credits, impregnate Lysa Arryn +100 credits, 200 credit total]
As I made it back to my bedroom I decided to look at the progress on my classes and profession level ups on this time.
Class: Squire (level: 21/100)
Profession: Teacher (level: 18/25)
Boosting his progress on these was not difficult especially since I would only have to act like the class demanded of me and it would boost it.
I could also boost it by gaining experience by killing enemies unfortunate I haven't found a dungeon in Kings Landing.
Laying on my bed, I only smirk to myself. I wonder where my other clone is doing?
-Lance-
Well taking a whole new name and becoming a sellsword in this new life was not something he expected. It's not like he disliked it but still it needed it to be done.
He would find Tysha and make sure to get her a good life. But for that he needed to find her which is why he created a clone (himself) to travel through the west to try to find her.
Despite being a kid of 10 due to his multiple abilities and amplifiers he had his body mature faster, looking more like a man fully grown than a boy of his actual age at least his body since his face was still youthful.
Which help in hiding his identity, especially since he also cut his hair to differentiate himself from the main body including taking a different name Lance.
In his travels, he rarely encountered anyone that would actually realistically know him only some occasional knight or squire that I recognized the sigils they were using.
If it wasn't for his previous life experiences in the eastern continent and his powers he doubt he would've lasted as long as he has already.
If this was the life Bronn had no wonder he was so eager into gaining a castle of his own. He was still gonna kill the fucker if he ever saw him again but that was a maybe the man was useful.
-Tyrion-
As I looked through the different stuff in the shop in my system as I was looking for certain items that I needed.
I have become more possessive in this life and I refuse to share that includes my women. But all my women have husbands unfortunately so I would have to buy something so those mongrels wouldn't touch what is mine.
[Tincture of Chaste Focus]
Description: A subtle alchemical additive. When ingested daily over one lunar cycle, it gently rebalances hormones, significantly reducing carnal interest and enhancing focus on intellectual or administrative pursuits. Effects are long-lasting but not permanent without continued dosage.
Cost: 450 Credits
[The King's Comfort]
Description: A flavorless powder. When added to fermented spirits, it intensifies the feeling of inebriation and euphoria while deepening psychological dependence. User will unconsciously seek out beverages treated with this compound.
Cost: 200 Credits
[Whisper of the Reed]
Description: A rare, ground moss. When mixed with 'The King's Comfort,' it creates a mild state of hypnotic trance in the deeply intoxicated, making the subject highly receptive to simple, direct suggestions spoken by a familiar voice.
Cost: 150 Credits
[Droplet of the Dreamless]
Description: A single, potent dose. When consumed, induces a deep, immediate, and dreamless sleep lasting several hours. Upon waking, the user has only a vague, hazy memory of the preceding period, susceptible to outside narration of events.
Cost: 475 Credits
Purchase: 624,694 Credits
And considering the amount of credit I has already this will barely scratch the surface. And these products would restock every moon cycle.