Stephen Baratheon POV
"I'll be gone for the next three to four weeks." He told Adan Rivers, a middle-aged man who captained his ship in his absence. "Please continue sailing as if I am on board. Do not make any stops at ports or for other ships. If anyone inquires about my whereabouts, inform them that I am unwell and have requested not to be disturbed. Is that clear?"
Adan Rivers has worked for him for over two years by this point and was well aware of his many eccentricities, so the man simply nodded in response. "May I ask where you're going, your grace."
He thought on it for a moment before he answered. "A dangerous place. But don't worry about me though, I'll be fine."
Adan Rivers gave a slow nod upon hearing that and then looked at the three women sitting beside him on his bed. "What about the ladies?"
"They'll stay here." He said. "Asha will protect the ship in case you run into any pirates or slaver ships near the Step Stones."
Adan glanced at Asha and for a moment and then nodded stoically. "Then the rest of the crew and I will be in your capable hands, Lady Asha."
Asha looked taken aback by those words but then grinned. "Don't worry about it. I'll save your ass if you ever run into the bad guys."
Adan nodded at that before turning to look at him. "Is there anything else you need to tell me before you depart, your grace?"
"Nah, that'll be all." He said. He should probably be worried about leaving his three women in a ship full of men like this. But he knew that every single man in his ship was utterly loyal to him. That's one of the benefits of having Observe. Remove all the men who weren't loyal to him and keep only those who were.
At this point, he was sure that even if his girls walk around naked in the dock, the men would still not do anything to them.
That's just much faith he had in the men working under him.
"Then I wish you the best of luck your grace. Please be safe in your journey."
He brought his arm forward and clasped Adan's arm, giving him a nod. "And you be safe in yours."
Adan gave one last nod at that and left the room.
As soon as he did, Tyene closed the door behind him and sauntered up to him before straddling his thighs. "That man is very loyal to you." She murmured softly as she nuzzled into his chest. "Where did you find him?"
"In one of my father's ships." He said, grabbing and kneading her soft asscheeks. "He was only a sailor back then, but I noticed his talent, integrity, and hard working nature and hired him."
"And made him your second-in-command?" Sarella asked as she lounged next to him.
"Of course not." He chuckled as Tyene started to pepper his neck and chin with kisses. "He was a simple sailor in my ship when I hired him. But he quickly rose through the ranks and became my second-in-command before the year was over."
"And he's loyal to you for that?" Asha asked as she leaned against the table and sharpened her dagger.
"No, that came about when I healed one of his daughters and offered his family a place to stay." He said as he planted a kiss on Tyene's soft lips and pinched her nipple, making the girl let out a soft moan that he could tell aroused both Asha and Sarella. "Treating him with respect and giving him a sense of purpose in life also played a significant role."
"It'll be lonely in this ship without you." Tyene huffed as she ground her ass over his slowly hardening cock. "Do you really have to leave?" She took one of his hand and pushed it inside her trouser, his fingers tracing her hot and moist sex as she gyrated her hips over his fingers. "I'm wet and ready for you. And I'm warm and soft. Wouldn't it be better if you stayed and enjoyed me?"
He rolled his eyes at her as his fingers slipped inside her and started to stimulate her insides. "You're incorrigible. But no. As much as I would love to spend more time with you girls, I do need to leave."
"Marwyn is rather excited about your journey." Sarella mentioned from the side. She was getting more aroused at this point, but was doing her best to conceal that fact from him. "He inquired if he could accompany you?"
"I'll be flying over to my destination, so no." He said as he pulled Sarella to himself. She put up a mild resistance before it crumbled and she crawled over to his side. He cupped her cheek and gave her a tender kiss to her lips, increasing her arousal as he did so. "It is also the reason why I'm not taking any of you with me. Aside from the fact that you probably wouldn't be able to survive where I'm going."
"And you'll be alright?" Asha asked, looking at him with a hint of concern in her eyes. "No one has ever gone to that place and returned alive."
"No one who ever went there was me." He pointed out and then groaned as Tyene fished out his cock from within his trousers and immediately started stroking it to full length.
Sarella had never joined him with the other girls before this so she watched the entire thing with slight fascination. At least until he slipped his hand from behind her ass and started to massage her anus, making her squirm in a mix of pleasure and discomfort.
His girls knew by this point that he loved anal so they made sure to clean themselves up for him every morning.
"I don't like how nonchalant you're being about this entire thing." Asha said as Tyene finally climbed down from his lap and knelt on the floor before him, her soft hands still pumping his hardened cock as she started to kiss and suck on his balls.
He groaned with pleasure and massaged Tyene's head while his other hand slipped a finger inside Sarella's arsehole, using his Shaper power to increase her pleasure receptors in her sphincter, making her moan along with him.
"I'll be fine, Asha." He told her and Asha gave him a complicated look before she sighed and nodded in resignation. Then she removed her doublet, and joined him on his other side where he immediately pulled her in a deep passionate kiss.
After they broke apart, Asha stared into his eyes with a blend of anxiety and yearning. Desire ultimately triumphed, and she bent down to remove Tyene's hand from his manhood. Asha licked and kissed his length a few times before looking up at him.
"If you're going to be gone for that long," she said, "I might as well give you a memorable farewell gift." With that, she swallowed his member in one swift motion, taking him deep into her throat.
He groaned in pleasure, and smiled at the knowledge that he'll probably not be able to rest for the rest of the evening. And he found that he did not mind that at all.
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It took a few hours of relentless, passionate and wild sex before even Asha's mildly enhanced stamina could no longer keep up with him and she collapsed beside the naked and cum stained forms of Tyene and Sarella, before drifting off into a deep sleep.
He gave the girls one last peck on their forehead and bid them farewell before he used Escape ID to leave the ship.
Naked, he dove into the ocean and swam against its currents for a few moments before he flew out, completely clean from all the feminine orgasmic fluids that had previously covered his form.
He utilised his Inventory to don a fresh set of garments and peered at his Flagship cruising south beneath the starry night sky while hovering above the sea. He started at the ship until it finally went out of his sight before he shifted his gaze East and started flying.
He flew at top speed for three hours, needing to take two meditative breaks in between to recharge his Mana before he finally arrived at his first destination.
Planky Town.
He hovered over the largest trade hub in all of Dorne, his night vision granting him a clear vision of the entire town , despite it being nighttime.
He spotted the two massive development schemes spearheaded by Arianne: a formidable wall safeguarding the port and a network of sturdy stone roads to hasten the conveyance of goods.
Although not up to his standards, the projects were still relatively impressive.
And to think that it was Arianne who started and supervised these projects.
He Observed the wall and roads for a moment, making sure that there was no major structural deformity in it before he flew over to Sunspear.
Admittedly, it was not his plan to meet Arianne anytime soon. But since Sunspear was on the route to his destination, so he might as well pay her a visit.
He arrived there within a minute, and it took him another minute to find Arianne's room.
He slipped in through the open window and glanced at the sleeping form of Arianne.
She was sleeping with two other girls, who Observed informed him were the Fowler twins. He used his Shaper power to put them both into deep sleep before considering his next course of action.
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Arianne Martell POV
She woke up from her sleep with a jolt.
A shadowy figure loomed over her, causing her to instinctively open her mouth to call for her guards. However, a firm hand covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming out.
She was still able to make some noises from her throat but no one came to her rescue.
She attempted to strike her attacker, but he effortlessly caught her arms and restrained them above her head.
She looked to the sides and found that the Fowler twins were still there… except they were not moving. 'Had this man killed them?' She thought with mild horror until she noticed the gentle rise and fall of Jenna's breasts.
Her concern for the twins was quickly replaced by anger upon realising that she was being assaulted just a few feet away from them, yet they remained sound asleep as if they were babies.
"Don't look at them." The assailant's familiar voice informed her. "They'll not wake up anytime soon."
It took a moment for her to recognise that voice and her eyes flew wide open as she looked at the looming figure of bastard as he held her in place with ease. It was dark so she was still not able to discern his features clearly, but she could perceive the rough outline of his body and deduced that her assailant's form indeed matched that of that Bastard.
She tried to say something but the hand clasped at her mouth stopped her from doing so.
Her assailant noticed her effort to speak, and leaned closer, his lips hovering near her ears as he whispered. "I'll remove my hand and let you speak. But only if you promise to not shout or scream for help. Nod, if you understand."
She gave a nod, and only then noticed how hot and aroused she was feeling. How wet her core had become in the brief time that she woke up.
Was she… feeling aroused by her assailant's actions? Gods, she hoped not.
"Good. Because if you try to scream, then I'll bend you over my lap and spank you until you've been properly disciplined. Nod if you understand."
Her body trembled with desire upon hearing his alluring, velvety tone and his words. A hot breath left her lips as her nipples hardened and pushed through the thin, silky fabric of her gown.
She nodded again, and the shadowy figure peered down at her for a beat before gradually lifting his hand from her mouth. However, he still held her arms, which remained restrained above her head.
She took a few breaths before she glared at her assailant. "What do you think you're doing to me, Stephen Baratheon?" She hissed at him.
"Stephen Baratheon?" the assailant asked, pretending to be clueless. She flinched as his hand traced her neck before slipping under her nightgown. Her body arched, and a silent moan escaped her lips as his fingers caressed her hardened nipples. "I think you have the wrong person, Princess. I am Tephen Ratheon, a distant cousin of Prince Stephen," the bastard chuckled, making no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice as he told his blatant lie.
She took deep breaths and tried to hold back another moan as he made her writhe under him by simply playing with her breasts.
She hadn't known that playing with her breasts could even feel that good. Why did it feel so good?
She tried to form a proper response to his words but the arousal was clouding her mind so she simply said. "If you expect me to believe that, then you're a fool."
"Is that so." He replied with a mischievous tone before leaning down to take her other nipple in his mouth, teasing it through the thin silk of her gown. She couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips, as her body arched in response to his touch.
She huffed, her breath coming in short and heavy as she glared at him. Her cheeks were flushed red from how good he was making her feel as she spoke up. "I know it's you Stephen, don't lie to me."
"But I heard that Prince Stephen had just finished his business in the Iron Islands. It'll take him a moon's worth of time before he could even reach Dorne."
topping at the piece of information, she realized that he was correct. Based on all logic, Prince Stephen should be near the coasts of Westerlands at this time. So it shouldn't be possible for him to be here.
But at the same time, she knew that Prince Stephen was anything but ordinary. He could use a shining sword to defeat thousands of Ironborn warriors. So... was it possible that he could travel large distances within a brief period of time?
The correct response eluded her, but one thing was certain: the man standing before her was Stephen Baratheon. Despite common sense suggesting otherwise, there was no doubt about his identity.
"Don't lie to me." She told him, and then felt mortified at how breathy she sounded. Her arousal clear in her voice. "You're that Bastard, I just know it."
"Bastard huh… that a rather rude thing to say to someone." Stephen whispered to her in his soft and silky voice, sounding rather amused before he raised his hand and brought it down in a flash.
A loud slap echoed through the previously quiet room. With sheer determination, she restrained another moan and quickly rubbed her thighs to alleviate the sensation. Even as the impact caused her left breast to bounce and jiggle.
Pain and pleasure overwhelmed her mind for a brief moment before her mind cleared up and she glared at Stephen. The heavy scowl that formed on her face was unfortunately marred by her flushed cheeks and heavy pants.
"I will kill you for this." She said, even though a much larger part of her wanted to say 'fuck me'.
"Will you?" Stephen inquired, his tone laced with amusement, as he lifted her up effortlessly from the bed with the hand gripping her arms, much like a soaked kitten plucked from the riverbank. He then settled her comfortably on his lap.
With her back against his chest, he released her arms but quickly wrapped one around her waist with an iron grip, leaving no room for escape.
"And how do you plan to kill me?" he whispered in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. Meanwhile, his other hand resumed playing with her breast, causing her back to arch in pleasure.
She clenched her teeth to suppress her moans, even as her arousal grew with the sensation of his cock resting beneath her asscheeks.
Her breath hitched as she noticed just how large he was.
Having seen a few boys before, she understood that it could expand in size when in arousal. However, even while soft, Stephen's cock appeared large enough to split her in half.
Licking her lips, she tried not to squirm too much on his lap, fearing his shaft might get lodged in her asscrack. "I'll find a way," she assured him, hating how aroused and unconvincing she sounded.
"I don't believe you," Stephen stated as he trailed kisses down her neck, causing her to close her eyes in pleasure. "If you truly intended to harm me, you could have called your guards."
Guards. Right. She did have guards stationed outside her room. But did she really want to call them and have Stephen arrested?
No, if she did that then Stephen will probably kill her guards and have his way with her regardless. Better to just sit here and… deal with him herself. After all, it's not like he would truly harm her.
Then his hand stopped groping her breast, and she felt a momentary relief as the mind numbing pleasure subsided.
Feeling exhausted, she leaned against his chest, resenting how sturdy and dependable it felt and the fantasies it sparked in her mind. Suddenly, her eyes shot open as she felt his hand resting on her pussy. Her silk gown had become redundant due to how wet it had become and how closely it now clung to her intimate parts.
She immediately took hold of his thick, muscular arm and tried to remove it from her over sensitive area. But her attempts were futile and she let out a gasping moan as he started to massage her pussy lips.
She squirmed in his lap, struggling like a helpless fish as he played with her pussy and took her to new heights of pleasure that she'd never experienced before in her life.
His fingers rubbed her pussy lips faster and faster, and the crescendo of pleasure she was feeling rose to ever greater heights until finally, his thumbs pressed against her nub.
Her world exploded with white pleasure, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her entire body convulsed and shuddered, releasing a huge deluge of feminine juices from her pussy.
When she finally descended from her orgasmic high, she felt more exhausted than if she had walked from Sunspear to Planky Town a dozen times, yet more fulfilled than she had ever felt in her life.
She lay in bed, her nightgown soaked with her own fluids, breathing heavily as her chest rose and fell. Her thighs trembled with aftershocks as she slowly regained her composure and surveyed the room, looking for her 'attacker'.
For what purpose? She didn't know. Though, a cuddle sounded nice right about now. And Stephen might be an asshole but… she wouldn't mind burying her face in his strong chest as his strong arms held her.
But despite how much she looked around, there was no one else in the room, aside from her and her two female companions who has yet to wake up from their slumber.
She rose with some difficulty, and noticed the open window in her room. She grimaced as she came to the slow realisation that Stephen has probably already left the room.
And… his member had been so hard by the end as well. She had felt it with her own ass cheeks.
A part of her desperately wished that he had simply tore off her silken night gown and shoved his thick length inside her womanhood.
It would hurt, yes, but it would be sweet pain.
Except… the bastard had left without even telling her.
He had simply come into her room, kissed her, groped her, and made her go through the greatest orgasm that she'd ever felt in her entire life. And then he'd vanished into thin air.
She hated him for that.
But right now, she hated her cousin, Tyene, even more. Tyene was probably getting pleasured by Stephen every night, and here she was, left alone and unsatisfied. That lucky bitch.
She let out a heavy sigh as she collapsed back down onto the bed. The sensation of her drenched silken gown sticking to her thighs was rather unpleasant but she lacked the energy or the motivation to get up and change her clothes.
So as she closed her eyes and let sleep claim her, her last thoughts were of revenge against the Bastard.
She would definitely make him feel the same amount of pleasure that she'd felt today and leave him a drooling mess. If she failed then she'll renounce her position as the Princess of Dorne, and become his paramour.
Yes… that sounded about right.
With those muddled thoughts, sleep finally claimed her