Stephen Baratheon POV
Once again, he positioned himself in the sidelines and observed as another one of his women fought in the Instant Dungeon.
He watched as Asha deflected yet another arrow from a goblin before she dodged a spear thrust and lunged forward, taking off its head with a clean sweep of her blade.
It was a difficult fight for her. Despite being the 2nd Instant Dungeon. Although the goblins were weaker than the zombies, who in turn were twice as strong as an average human, the goblins compensated for their lack of strength by outnumbering the zombies threefold. Not to mention their ability to use crude wooden weapons, as well as ranged attacks.
When Melisandre fought them for the first time, he had to constantly protect her from long ranged assaults and surprise attacks. It wasn't until she developed her signature Fire and Shadow techniques that she was finally able to fight the Dungeon monsters on equal footing.
Asha, on the other hand, was performing remarkably well. Although she was new to this, she exhibited much greater combat prowess than Melisandre ever had.
Of course, he did not fault Melisandre for her lack of fighting prowess. He recognised that she possessed other strengths, and being skilled in close combat was not everything.
Yet, it was a satisfying feeling to watch Asha single-handedly decimate the entire goblin horde without requiring his assistance, even once, allowing him to sit back and relax.
Remarkably, to this day, he has only had to rescue Asha once from a dangerous situation. It happened during her first encounter with the Boss Zombie in the Instant Dungeon, when Asha was caught off guard by its ability to hurl large stones as a weapon, as she was unaware that zombies possessed such a capability.
That was the first and last time he ever needed to save her.
As he watched her dispatch the goblins with ease, he came to recognise the genuine worth of having fighter class waifus. Women with exceptional combat instincts who could fend for themselves in the Dungeon without needing his protection.
It made him want to go out and recruit women like Obara Sand, Dacey Mormont, Ygritte, Arya Stark and Brienne of Tarth. If only so that he could create an entire cadre of waifus who could tear their way through the Instant Dungeon and serve as his elite guards in the real world.
Women who he could simply throw at the Instant Dungeon without any worries, confident that not only will they survive but that also thrive in that environment.
Women who took their training seriously and had the potential to be just as strong as him one day, if not stronger.
The idea aroused him, which caught him off guard as he had not realised that he harboured an attraction to warrior-type women.
In Fate Servant classes terms, Asha could be his Saber, Brienne his rider, Arya is Assassin, Dacey his Berserker, Ygritte his Archer, Obara his Lancer, and Melisandre his Caster.
Yes, the thought of having an orgy with many such powerful women indeed caused him to become quite aroused.
His Gamer System should also be able to support so many waifus since it allowed him to have one co-gamer for every 10 levels. And he was currently at Level 59. Once he hit Level 60, he'll be able to support 6 co-gamers.
For now though, he paid a bit more attention to the fight as Asha was suddenly ambushed by five goblins that hid behind a large bush.
Monsters in the Dungeon at this level weren't usually capable of using ambush tactics or even group tactics. More often than not, they simply Zerg rushed their enemy and hoped for the best. So this sudden ambush was most likely a coincidence of them spawning in a hidden area.
He observed Asha deftly navigate the sudden ambush, sustaining some damage, but ultimately evading it. She then led the pursuing goblins in a kiting tactic until she successfully eliminated them all.
He felt a measure of pride grow in his heart at the sight. And then that pride shimmered down as the last of the goblin finally died to Asha's blade, and the Dungeon spawned the level boss.
The creature that appeared before him was a Goblin Shaman, standing taller than its counterparts at nearly the height of an average human. Its body was adorned with various trinkets, including colourful feathers, deer antlers, an ear necklace, and tribal tattoos covering its entire form.
It also wielded a magical staff, which looked like a large crude stick with a human skull welded at the top.
It was the first Dungeon monster he faced that was capable of using magic. And the first monster he faced who knew how to evade and dodge attacks.
Asha had struggled to defeat the Goblin Shaman the first time she encountered it, relying on her mana and health potions to stay alive, but she eventually emerged victorious. Having faced and beaten the Shaman twice before, she knew what to expect and immediately charged at the level boss.
The Goblin Shaman summoned a murder of crows and ordered them to attack Asha while he jumped away, trying to create as much distance between the two of them as possible.
Asha was having none of them used a Mana Ball to deal with the murder of crows before she gave chase.
The battle became a cat-and-mouse game at that point, with the Goblin Shaman using magical spells to attack Asha while trying to create as much distance between them as possible. Meanwhile, Asha nimbly handled its spells and relentlessly pursued it.
Unfortunately, for the Goblin Shaman, Asha was already aware of all its tricks by this point and was able to reach it in record time.
The battle basically ended at that point since the Goblin Shaman had no melee skills and was only slightly more durable than an average goblin.
Asha blade thrusted into its eye and came out the back of its head. The Goblin Shaman went still for a moment before its staff fell from its grip and it went still.
Asha took out her blade from the Shaman's head and let its corpse fall to the ground, her breathing a bit uneven from the chase. A moment later, the Goblin Shaman disintegrated into motes of light and vanished into thin air.
He blinked in surprise when he saw that the Shaman had dropped behind its magical staff as a loot along with a few copper and silver coins.
The magical staff was a rare drop that allowed the user to make his/her spells more powerful at a slightly lower mana cost. He had used the staff frequently in the earlier parts of the Dungeons until he had outgrown it and obtained a better staff from the Ogre Summoner.
It may not be of much use to Asha though, as she primarily fought with her axe and shield, but it was still a valuable loot drop.
"Great work, Asha," he praised, beaming with pride as he approached her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "With a few more successful dungeon clears and some more training, you'll be more than prepared for Level 3."
Asha blushed a bit at his honest praise before she gave him a cocky smile. "Of course. Who do you take me for?"
"My bed warmer." He said as he pulled her closer to him and gave her deep, passionate kiss. The kiss lasted for a few moments before they separated, Asha's cheeks flushed with arousal as she stared at him for a moment, her breath heavy, before she started to fumble with his trousers.
"Not now, you horny nymph. We're on a time limit." He reminded her as he gently slapped her hand away. "Let's get back before our fleet leaves without us."
Asha gave a reluctant nod at that and they went about collecting the loot left behind by the dead goblins before they exited the ID…
…and appeared inside a large tent.
Sarella, who was reading through an old scroll nearby and serving as their lookout blinked at their arrival before she took a look at Asha, noticing the various cuts and nicks in her armour as well as the arrow holes in her shield.
He walked over to her and gave her a light pack on the lips. "Did anyone come to meet us while we were gone."
Sarella nodded. "Yes. Lady Alannys, Lord Goodbrother, and Lord Saltcliffe came to visit you. Lord Goodbrother wanted to ask if you'll rethink your decision about letting his family members join your fleet. Lord Salscliffe didn't say why he was here. And as for Lady Alannys…" Sarella paused and glanced at Asha who hid her face in embarrassment.
"Don't say it. Please."
"…she was here for one last romp, I think." Sarella finished with a coy smile and Asha groaned.
"By the drown…" Asha paused at calling out to the Drowned god once again and rephrased her words. "By the gods, what has my life turned into, that my mother being a horny minx who wants to fuck my lover fives times a day, isn't even in my list of top 5 strange things."
"Hey, don't diss your mother. She has better deep throating skills than you. She just has this way with her tongue. And the way she licks my balls…" He told her and Asha made a face.
"I did not need to know that." She said, before she shook her head and mock glared at him. "And Steph, did you really have to fuck my mother?"
"Well, I did made her young with my 'blessing', and she doesn't have a husband anymore, so I don't see what the problem is." He said with a shrug. "Beside, this is good for her. Did you not see how lively she became after I fucked well and proper?"
Asha paused for a moment before she sighed. "I did. And that's the only reason why I'm not punching you right now."
He rolled his eyes at her. "Oh, stop pretending. I know that you don't really mind the fact that I'm fucking your mother. And I'm still a bit disappointed that you didn't join in. I was really hoping to fuck both you mother and daughter together before I left."
Asha made a face at that and then shook her head in exasperation. "I'm going to take a bath." With that she walked out of the tent, leaving him alone with Sarella.
He stared at Sarella who was still focused on the tent flap where Asha had just left from. "She didn't look as injured this time around. Though the wounds are similar." Sarella said in a quiet and curious voice. "Unlike that one time when it looked like her armour had been gauzed by a dozen feral men."
He raised an eyebrow at that. "Didn't knew that you were paying that much attention." He lied.
Sarella hummed at his words. "Are you ever going to tell me where you and Asha keep vanishing to?"
He pulled his scholar into a hug and kissed her forehead. "One day. I promise." 'As soon as you're captured.'
"I believe you." Sarella said as she leaned into his chest, burying her face into the crook of his neck. They stayed like that for a moment, him enjoying the soft curves of her body before she backed away and looked up at him. "So… our last day in the Iron Islands, huh?" She asked
"Yes. Though I should probably meet those lords and give one last visit to Alannys before we depart."
"I don't get it." Sarella said softly.
"You don't get what?"
"Why Alannys?" Sarella asked before she paused and rephrased that question. "I mean, I know that she is young once again. But she is not a great beauty. Nor does she has a great personality. I am not being judgemental here but she's a rather dour woman."
"I bet you'll change your mind real quick when you see her in bed." He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Sarella pursed her lips at his words. "I am serious Stephen. Why her? I just… don't understand."
He stared at her for a moment before he sighed softly. "Are you jealous, Sarella?" He asked.
Sarella bit her lip and furrowed her brow. But after a moment, she slowly nodded. "I know you're going to sleep with other women, Stephen, and I accept that. But she's older than us, not as attractive as us, and...as I said earlier, she has a rather dour personality. And despite what you might say, I don't believe that she's better in bed than Asha or Tyene. So..."
"You want to know why I don't come to you and instead visit a woman who is by all accounts, worse than you." He pointed out and Sarella gave a nervous nod.
"Yes. I want to know if she has something in particular that attracts you."
"Aside from her being the regent of the Iron Islands?"
Sarella gave a deadpanned expression at that question. "I thought you respected me for my intelligence, Stephen. We both know that at this point, she is a regent in name only. And even if her mental stability wasn't as bad as it is, and her brother hadn't taken over all her responsibilities, the lords of the Iron Islands would still not pay heed to any of her direct commands. So how about you stop treating me like a fool, Stephen? I've given my body, and my heart to you. Don't I deserve to know the truth?"
He stared at her for a moment, wondering if he should tell her what he had told Asha back when she had asked him the same question in regards to Brienne.
But before he could do so, there was a shout from outside. "Lady Sarella. There is a visiter for Lord Stephen."
Sarella stared at him for a moment before she sighed and left the tent. She returned a few moments later with a letter, small enough to be carried by a Raven.
"This is from the King." Sarella said with some concern as she handed over the letter to him.
He opened the letter and read its contents, a fake frown forming on his face as he did so.
"What does it say?" Sarella asked him.
He burned the letter to cinders with a flex of his mana before he glanced at her. "Prince Joffrey has caught some manner of illness. The situation is bad enough that his grace has ordered me to sail back to Kings Landing as quickly as possible and give my blessing his son."
"What about this voyage?" Sarella asked.
"The main reason I set out on this voyage was to meet the various lords and ladies of Westeros, make trade deals, and hire talented people. I've already achieved all those objectives." He told her. "The other ships in the fleet can continue to trade with coastal towns and cities on their return journey. However, I will have to take the flagship and sail directly to King's Landing."
Sarella frowned at his words. "Won't your trade fleet have problems without you being in charge?"
He smiled at her question. "No. I've already delegated most of the tasks to my subordinates. They're more than capable of running the fleet without my direct input." Then he paused and thought of something. "Still, it would be better to set up a proper hierarchy among my various captains before I leave."
"Should I summon them and set up a meeting?" Sarella asked and he nodded.
"Yeah, that would be for the best." He said and Sarella begin to leave the tent once again, only for him to catch her hand and pull her back to him.
"And don't think that I've forgetten about our conversation. We'll continue it later," he said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips and squeezing her buttocks before playfully slapping them. "Now, go on. Set up that meeting as soon as possible."
Sarella's cheeks flushed with arousal but she nodded and quickly vacated the tent, leaving him alone. He stood in the empty tent and wondered if he'll get a confession from Alannys with one last, passionate visit.
Probably not. They just didn't have that kind of chemistry, but it was still worth a try.
He took out his Company device and looked at the total number of points he had. 4 points. 2 from Lysa, and 2 from Asha.
Just one more point and he'll be able to buy Exit Stage Left. And once he fills that app up to 100% with his progress, he'll be able to leave this world.
Not that he planned to do so before saving this world from the Ice Zombies, but having that option would be reassuring.
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"How is my dear little spider?" He asked and the beautiful Lysene woman jerked in her seat.
As Lynalle turned around in her chair to face him, she placed a hand over her rapidly beating heart and narrowed her eyes at him. Her voice was sweet as poisoned honey as she spoke. "Your grace, must you frighten me like this every time you come to visit?"
"Yes." He said with an unapologetic smile as he peeked over her shoulder to look at the various messages and reports sprawled haphazardly over her desk."What are you doing?"
"Plotting your downfall." She groused before took out a few parchments from her hidden drawer and put them in front of him. "I guess you're here for the regular report."
"And the one from Dorne." He reminded her.
"Ah, yes. Always a good idea to keep an eye on the women you've spurned." She snarked before she took out one particular parchment and handed it over to her.
He raised an eyebrow toward her and then waved his astral hand through the parchment a few times.
"Ah… sorry." Lynalle said with a shake of her head, and a slight blush on her cheeks. "I keep forgetting that you're still out in your voyage. What with you visiting me every week or so."
"That's alright. I like it when my women are a little clumsy."
"I assume you want me to tell you the very basics instead of a detailed report?" Lynalle asked, completely ignoring his previous words.
"Yes, please."
"Well… the Princess is doing a surprisingly decent job of fortifying Planky Town. Though that particular act has brought some attention to Dorne and had set some tongues waggling in the Red Keep." Lynalle told him. "Nothing serious so far but it's still something to keep an eye on."
"Anyone in particular who is paying to spread rumours about Dorne?" He asked.
"Some of the Stormlander lords from the Dornish marches. But they are bitter enemies with Dorne so it is to be expected." Lynalle said. "Aside from that, a few of the lords from the Reach occasionally make jabs at the Dornish, but nothing serious has happened yet."
He hummed at her words. "Continue with the report about Arianne."
"The Princess has been expanding her circle to include ladies from other Dornish houses. While she hasn't made significant progress with the major political or economic powers in Dorne yet, her efforts are commendable," Lynalle reported.
"It is still surprising to me that she has become so serious about her role as a Princess of Dorne." He said. He knew that the sudden changes in Arianne had surprised many people in Dorne. But he was even more surprised than any of them because he had 'seen' her future and knew what kind of woman she'd grow to become.
He had not anticipated the magnitude of the impact his rejection would have on her. Or was it because he had taken Tyene away from her? Whatever the reason, this version of Arianne was going to be vastly different from the one in the original story, and he wasn't sure if that was a positive or negative development.
"There are rumours that her sudden changes happened because her father has returned to Sunspear and is doing a good job of properly guiding her. Though there are also rumours that the changes in her were brought about due to a heartbreak caused by a particular prince." Lynalle said, giving him a pointed look.
"What else?" He asked, ignoring her jab.
"Hm… you'll be glad to hear that she hasn't taken any lover so far. So she's still pure, as you prefer them. Additionally, she has had some success in her agricultural experiments, but has struggled in her efforts to secure a Glass Workshop for Dorne. Rumors suggest that she has sent people to Volantis to negotiate with their Glassmakers, but we'll have to wait and see if she succeeds or fails."
"It's always better to try and fail than to never try at all." He told Lynalle as he wondered if he should give the Dornish Princess a visit. After thinking on it for a moment he decided against doing that right now. "Anything else?"
"Gerold Dayne finally arrived at Castle Black and has been inducted within their ranks as one of the Nights Watch brothers."
"Hm… what about things in Kings Landing. Tell me about Lysa Arryn."
"Ah… another one of your woman. You'll be surprised to learn that she's doing rather well these days."
He raised an eyebrow at that and Lynalle explained.
"Lady Lysa has been visiting the orphanages in the city daily, and her kind nature has garnered attention from the people. She is also becoming more beautiful with time, and if she continues at this pace, she may surpass the Queen in popularity among the small folk of the city. However, given the Queen's recent behaviour, that may not be difficult to achieve," Lynalle reported to him.
"Is that so. Tell, me more about the Queen's recent behaviour." He said.
"Oh, you'll love this one." Lynalle replied with a smile before she started telling him about all the gossip material in regards to Cersei.
Cersei's fight with her husband, her fight with her brother, her frayed temper, her new overprotectiveness of her son Joffrey, etc.
Following that, Lynalle proceeded to update him on the other participants in the game. She mentioned the Master of Laws, who was experiencing declining health as he aged. She spoke of Petyr Baelish, whose economic decisions were becoming more reckless. She even discussed rumours of Renly Baratheon's sword swallowing nature. As well as news about the new and incompetent Master of Whispers, among other things.
It was late in the night before he was finally able to bid farewell to Lynalle and returned back to his body in his ship.
He put the Glass Candle back in his Inventory and glanced at the two naked women/girls on his bed.
Asha and Tyene.
Sarella didn't do threesomes, so she usually didn't sleep with him at nights. And he was alright with that.
But… aside from having sex with his girls and a few other miscellaneous activity, he really had nothing else to do on his way back to Kings Landing. And despite sailing at a fast pace, it'll still take his ship over one-two moons to arrive at Kings Landing.
And with how strong Asha had become recently, he didn't need to worry about Sarella and Tyene if he left the ships and went elsewhere.
With that in mind, maybe it was finally time for him to fly over to Old Valyria and explore its ruins for gold, treasure, magic, and Valyrian Steel. Or he could go to Southoryos and study the various strange animals there with his Shaper power. Or… he could go to Asshai and see if that city lived up to its hype.
Decisions, decisions.