Stephen Baratheon POV
"I need somebody to heal~
Somebody to know~
Somebody to have~
Somebody t…"
He finished the song and his audience of one stayed spellbound for a moment before she clapped enthusiastically.
"Axel, how do you always come up with such new and amazing songs?" Dany asked as she pulled up her chair and came to sit beside him.
They were currently in his Empty ID, so that his singing would not attract any unwanted attention. Dany didn't know what this place exactly was. Just that it was very quiet, and no one else would bother them while they're here.
With a slight infusion of Mana and a mere exertion of his will, they emerged from the Empty ID, and the lively buzz of insects in the garden outside once again filled the room.
"They aren't truly mine," he admitted as he placed his lute back in his Inventory. "Just songs I've picked up from other artists in distant lands."
Having met with Dany for over half a dozen more times in the past few weeks, she now knows about most of his basic 'magical' abilities and didn't let it distract him from the possibility that he won't be singing any more for her.
She pouted at him. "I want to hear more songs from you Axel."
"I desire to sing more songs for you, my dear princess. Alas, I fear our time together is drawing to a close," he murmured, gently cupping her cheeks and tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "It is time for me to depart, Dany."
"This is your last night here. Can't you stay a bit longer?" Dany asked, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes and he shook his head.
"I'm afraid not Dany. I need to go to Astapor and help free a slave girl. And I can't afford to delay too much."
Dany looked pained at his words and moved forward to hug him. "I don't want you to leave." She said stubbornly and he smiled as he gave her a head pat.
"How about I take you out for a ride?" He asked her and Dany nodded quickly, giving him a bright grin despite the tears in her eyes.
He got up from his chair and picked her up in a princess carry. Then he walked over to the window, opened it, letting the moonlight stream into the room, and then lifted off.
As they soared over the bustling city of Valysar, Dany held him close, unlike their previous flights together where she had gasped in childlike wonder or cheered in exhilaration. This time, she remained silent.
"You're quiet today." He observed as he swooped down over the river of Rhoyne, its calm and gentle waters giving a perfect reflection of the moonlight. It created a romantic scene that he would've preferred to have shared with Mel, or Asha, instead of Dany, who was still a child.
"You're leaving me. Just like Ser William Darry." Dany murmured quietly, her face buried in his shirt. Her budding breasts pressed against his chest, and he once again wondered if accelerating her puberty and growth was the right thing to do.
He chuckled at her words. "Not like Ser William Darry, Dany. Not like him at all. I'll still be alive, and I'll still come to visit you."
"No, you won't." She disagreed vehemently. "You said yourself that you won't come back for me for a long time."
"A year is not a long time." He told her, though he realised that for someone as young as her, a year was practically an eternity.
"Yes it is." Dany said and then pouted at him. "Can't you just… stay. Stay with me. Please?"
He smiled but shook his head. "I can't Dany. I have work to do. Other adventures to go on. Other queens and princesses to woo and seduce." He said, waggling his eyebrows and Dany gave him a deadpanned look.
"I don't believe you." Dany told him bluntly. "I don't believe that you've ever wooed or seduced a single princess in your life."
"Oh? Have I not charmed and wooed you, my cute little princess?" He asked and Dany's cheeks flushed before she quickly shook her head.
"You're my friend. It's different!"
"Is it?" He asked, wondering how she would feel when he returns the next year to retrieve her, and told her of his real identity.
"Yes, it is." Dany said with the conviction of a child who thought that he/she knew everything. Then she wilted once again. "I don't want you to leave."
He made a gentle U-turn in the River and started flying back to the city. "I'll still come and talk with you, using the Glass Candle." He told her.
He had pondered the idea of gifting her a Glass Candle too. After all, he had discovered plenty of them amid the ruins of Old Valyria. However, he had come to the realisation that if she learned to wield it, it wouldn't be long before she uncovered his true identity. Therefore, he had opted against that plan, at least for the time being.
"Yeah. But it's not the same." Dany protested, but he could tell that she wasn't putting much effort into it as she slowly came to accept the inevitable.
He flew back into the city and arrived at the Manse she was living in before softly landing back into his room.
Instead of letting go of him, Dany tightened her arms around him and continued to stick to him like a limpet.
"Dany." He said, trying to pry her away from him but she shook her head and refused to let go.
So he stayed like that for a few minutes until Dany eventually let him go on her own and he gently let her down on the ground.
Dany glared up at him with tear filled eyes. "You have to promise to come back the next year."
"I promise."
"And… you have to use your Glass Candle to meet me often."
"I will."
"And… and…" Dany tried to say something but then she finally burst into tears and he pulled her into a hug.
Her budding breasts pressed into his chest and he used Shaper power to get rid of his growing boner. Almost a month of not having any sex has left him really sensitive to such things.
Once he went back to his ships, he was definitely clapping Asha's cheeks until she cannot walk properly for the next few days. And Tyene and Sarella as well.
After a while, Dany released him. Yet instead of retracting her arms from around his neck, she gazed into his eyes for a prolonged moment. Then, she leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss onto his cheek.
"Th… that's for… good luck." She said, stammering and blushing in a cute, innocent manner and his boner flared, only to be put down by his Shaper power once again.
Yeah. By this point, he was sure that he had a thing for young, innocent girls. Them, and Milfs. Though maybe not someone as young as Dany.
"Oh, and you're still going to deny that I can woo princesses?" He asked teasingly and Dany huffed.
"You didn't woo me. Now go. Leave." She said, her lips quivering ever so slightly even as she tried to smile for him. "Go before I start crying once again."
He nodded and stepped out of the room, floating in the air. "Bye Dany. I'll see you again, next year."
Dany waved back at him, tears finally flowing freely out of her eyes and he gave her one last smile before he took off.
—
It took him 2 hours but he eventually arrived back at the city of Valyria.
In the past few weeks, he had only managed to scour through 1/4th of the towers in Valyria. But the treasures he'd found in those towers, were infinitely more valuable than the treasures that he found in the City of Oros.
So far, he had found one complete set of Valyrian Steel armour, 8 Valyrian Swords, over 19 kilos of Valyrian Steel in trinkets, and two intact magical tomes (Dream Manipulation with Glass Candle, and Black stone construction with Dragon Breath).
Aside from those invaluable things, he had also found enough Valyrian gold coins to be worth 2.3 million gold dragons. As well as enough jewelleries, valuable decorations, gems, and other such treasures that could be easily sold for over 5 million gold dragons.
Last, and most importantly, he had found 13 Petrified Dragon eggs in those towers. This great find came with its share of good and bad news though.
Regrettably, nine of those eggs had become petrified for too long, and the vitality and magic within them had perished. Now, they were only useful as decorations or for selling purposes.
The good news, was that 4 of those Dragon eggs still had life in them. And he had channeled some of his magic in them to make sure that they won't die anytime soon.
A part of him wanted to give at least one of these dragon eggs to Dany. Or even all of them.
With her magical power, she would no doubt get them ready to hatch by the next year. But their presence would raise too many questions so he had decided against giving them to her.
All in all, this journey has been extremely valuable for him.
In addition to acquiring four more dragon eggs that he could potentially hatch, he also obtained enough Valyrian Steel to rival the entire Westerosi nobility's supply, two enchanted tomes, and an abundance of riches and gold exceeding 10 million gold dragons.
At this time, there was little doubt in his mind that he was the richestman in all of Planetos.
And so far, he has only searched 1/4th of all the Towers in Old Valyria. He might return here in the future for more treasure hunting.
He would also need to exercise extreme caution in the utilisation of his gold and riches to avoid destabilising the delicate economy of Westeros.
With that thought, he flew over to check up on the main reason why he returned to Valyria on this last day.
Cannibal.
Even after 3 entire weeks, the dragon was still sleeping at the top of the tower where he had defeated it.
The dragon's injuries were gradually mending, albeit at a slow yet steady rate. Some wounds had formed scars, while others had fully recovered.
Based on the pace of its healing, it would take another month for the dragon to completely heal. He pondered whether it would be able to heal its injured eye too.
In all the books he'd read about dragons, he had never read about Dragons going into a hibernation state in order to heal up their wounds.
Maybe such a thing was only possible in a highly magic saturated area like this? Or maybe it was only possible for a select few dragons? Or for dragons who has lived for about 400-500 years.
He was unaware of the particularities of Dragon healing and could only make guesses and conjunctures on how it works.
But regardless, the main point was that Cannibal was still alive. And he'll eventually get another chance at defeating the titanic dragon and gaining its allegiance.
Maybe next time, Cannibal would lay down and give him the opportunity to ride it. Thought he doubted that it'll be that easy, considering Cannibal's violent history.
He took one last look at the dragon, picked up the satchel filled with living dragon eggs and finally left Valyria.
But instead of flying West, back to his home, he flew East instead. It took him 2 hours of flying, to reach the city of Astapor, where he promptly started searching for Missandei.
But since he had forgotten the name of her Master, it took him two more nights of searching before he finally found her.
—
He clicked his fingers in front of the slumbering girl, and she jolted awake immediately. She appeared apprehensive as she hastily wiped her face and tidied her hair to appear more presentable. However, upon noticing him, her sense of urgency was replaced by confusion.
The young woman got up from her bed and gave him a deep, respectful bow, though the confusion was still apparent in her eyes. Then she said something in a language that he didn't quite understand.
"I don't understand what you're saying," he informed her. Over the past few years, he had made an effort to learn as many languages as possible to avoid any difficulties when interacting with Essosi people. However, he was still unfamiliar with the language spoken in Astapor, which appeared to be a blend of High Valyrian and ancient Ghiscari. "Do you speak the common tongue?"
"Yes, this one can. And… this one have never seen you before in Master Kraznys' home." Missandei said as she looked down in order to hide the wary look in her eyes, though the tremble in her body gave her away. "Might this one have the honour of knowing, who his highness is?"
He took her chin by his finger and forced her to look up at her. She tried to hide her look of fear in her eyes but even if she had succeeded in doing so, his Shaper power would've caught her emotions. "Why are you so afraid?" He asked.
"Has Master Kraznys sold this one to you, your eminence?" Missandei asked and he blinked before she realised the reason for her fear.
She thought that her master had sold her to him. Which was why he was in her bedroom. Because he planned to do 'things' to her.
Well… he did plan to do 'things' to her eventually. But only when she was happy and willing and not when she was terrified out of her mind.
"Master Kraznys is dead." He informed her and almost chuckled at the way her eyes bulged into their sockets. "He died of a heart attack a while ago. People will find out sooner or later. And who knows what will happen to his properties and slaves then. I'm here to rescue you."
"Rescue… me?" She asked, looking more confused than happy.
"Yup. Do you not want me to?" He asked.
"I… " She paused and her eyes darted toward the door, her wariness increasing. "This one is loyal to Master Kraznys. This one would never betray his memory."
He felt confused about her words for a brief moment before he realised what was going on.
She thought that this was some kind of test, done by her master to check if she was loyal to him or not.
Well, he could probably sit her down, talk with her and explain things to her properly. But there was no saying that she'll even believe him. And he did not have all night for her.
Searching for her for 2 entire days has already sapped him of all the patience he had. And at this moment, he just wanted to take her and go home.
"Well, that's too bad. But you're being rescued regardless." He smiled at her. "Please do not resist."
Missandei's eyes widened at her words and she stepped back at him, opening her mouth to shout for help. But he was faster.
He moved towards her and pressed his fingers against her forehead, activating his shaper power. Missandei crumpled to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, knocked out cold.
He caught her before her body hit the ground, then wrapped her in a thick blanket and lifted her up in a princess carry. With a swift motion, he flew out of the Slaver's home, holding her close to his chest.
Ascending into the night sky, he reached great heights and cast a Mana Shield over both himself and Missandei. This protective barrier would shield her from the biting cold and powerful supersonic winds that would inevitably form once he began to fly at his full speed.
Then he zoomed West. Eager to finally get back home.
—
It took him almost 5 hours of flying to cover the 3,500 miles of distance between Astapor and Dragonstone (in a direct line). Once he arrived, he had to utilise his hyper-enhanced eagle eyes to scour the expanse of the Gullet, until at last he spotted his flagship sailing on the distant horizon.
Descending to his ship, he silently slipped inside and made his way to his chambers.
He used a Mana Thread to open the latch from the inside of the door and entered his room.
He found Asha sleeping soundly on his bed, with not a single care in the world as her leather clad ass jutted out in his direction.
He was hard in an instant.
Being celibate for an entire month while he was out in old Valyria, searching for treasure, has not been easy on him. And now that he was back, he was going to fuck his woman like she'd never been fucked before.
Placing the unconscious form of Missandei onto a nearby chair, he strode over to his lover. With a forceful tug, he ripped his leather trousers in half, exposing her ivory buttocks to his gaze, while her rosy pink sex beckoned him from the folds.
"What the-" Asha said as she got up from her sleep but her words turned into a moan as he slapped her pussy and used his Shaper power to increase her arousal, making her wet in an instant. "Steph?" She asked groggily as she tried to look at him in the darkness.
He kissed her. It was the most passionate kiss he'd ever shared with her and her utterly dominated that kiss as he pressed her down on the bed.
He ripped off his own trousers, his throbbing erection springing free and slapping against her moist folds. The heat emanating from his shaft matched the warmth of her slick sex, and he wasted no time in sliding his entire length deep inside her.
An entire month of being celibate and the sudden sensation of being engulfed in her tight pussy was too much for him.
He didn't hold himself back this time as his balls twitched as he spurted out ropes upon ropes of cum down into her pussy. He closed his eyes and let out a blissful groan as he Pushed his seed deeper and deeper inside her until he was utterly spent.
He lifted her up and spun her around, and Asha looked at him with eager anticipation. With a swift motion, he tore off the upper half of her garments, exposing her petite bosom. He wasted no time in taking one of her breasts into his mouth, and Asha let out a throaty moan as he sucked and bit down hard enough to leave marks on her sensitive flesh.
He would tend to her injuries later. But in this moment, his vigorous vitality stirred within him, hardening him instantly. With a swift motion, he thrust himself back inside her welcoming heat.
Asha gasped in surprise. "Oh, God! What are you-?" She started to speak but shut up when he started pounding her, realising that he needed the sex more than he needed anything else right now.
In an instant, he felt her parting her legs to welcome him, even as she wrapped her arms around his head, drawing him closer despite the discomfort and pain he was inflicting upon her.
"Take me." She whispered to him amidst her gasps. "Take me however you want. I'm yours, darling. To use however you please."
He nodded silently as he bit into her shoulder and raised her legs to get a better angle before he started slamming his hips against hers, and she couldn't speak any longer since she was too busy moaning.
He came half a dozen more times inside her through the rest of the night before he eventually fell down on top of her, utterly spent.
Asha embraced him and covered both of them with a blanket and his eyes started to droop down from exhaustion.
"Sleep well, my love." She told him as she buried his face into her bosom and as he finally lost his battle with sleep, his last thoughts were about how good it felt to finally be at home.