Author's Notes
Not very much to say really... uh... lemon in this chapter but it's short. Yup... not much else
"Do you remember… twenty first night of September…"
"Wake up master." My world exploded with color and light as Midwan slapped my face. The stinging pain on my cheek drove my senses into overdrive as my brain sobered up from its stupor. And the first thing I saw was Midwan frowning down at me with a mix of smug and disappointment. "It will turn out fine, that's what you said right?"
"What happened… the last thing I remember was walking toward the whole ceremony… whoa…" My jaw dropped as I glanced around to see bodies all over the place. Some were mutilated while others were in a post sex glow. Everywhere in the Nightsister village were Dathomirians in either in a state of afterglow or close or already dead. "Uhhh… I have so many questions."
"With answers I don't have." Midwan said as I pulled myself off the ground. I looked down and saw my body glistening and stained in various bodily fluids… I need a long shower. I'm also thanking the Force that I don't smell any shit. "But I assume she does." The Tsân then turned to a approaching Gethzrion who was smirking wide and shameless and thankfully clothed.
"As I do dweller-spirit, the great lord of quills and I have a great many things to discuss." She said unafraid of my growl of annoyance. The Great Mother beckoned for me to follow her back up to her home. I glanced to Midwan and out from nothing she handed me her sword then vanished as she did when returning to her blade. I followed Gethzrion through the piles of bodies, some dead other mumbling in their sleep. Never before had I seen a sight like this, Sith parties tended to be a lot fancier and if their was bloodshed it was either a duel or a prepared sacrifice. And public orgies weren't ever a thing, let alone blood orgies.
"Was this your plan the whole time or something on the spot? And also what the hell was in the air that got me so high?" I asked as we climbed up the stone arch to her large hut, it seemed the party avoided this spot, probably because Gethzrion hid up here and pushed everyone away mentally. While she was a great magic user, I doubt she could have handled herself in a more physical and hectic scene as was last night.
"I had foreseen your coming, though I had expected you earlier and not alone. It mattered little in the end, the result was still the same." She said before entering into her hut which I followed in. It was spotless and we were all alone. The hag walked over to one of her many tables filled with odd bits and piece of various creatures and plants. "As for your second question, during the ceremony we burned a specially blended incense create to heighten one's animalistic tendencies, along Spice refined with my powers. The beat of the Wuaka skin drums also played a part, they vibrate in the Force and disrupt many passive Force powers. Such as any attempt to filter out the drugs in the air." She glanced over her shoulder to give me another smug smirk as I sat down in a chair and sighed.
"You could have just told me what was going to happen. Furthermore you could have just told me that this was what you wanted in the first place." I don't like being the one in the dark, being strung around on strings. I like to be the puppet master. And what's worse is I feel that this was a unnecessary trick, I would have gladly joined in on this idea… so long as we axed the drug fueled blood orgy.
"Last night solely wasn't for you." The hag said as she finished mixing whatever it was she had been working on. "The people that survived will remember what happened in a rapturous light. They will see it as your coronation to the heavens, anointed by the gods." She explained as she walked over to me and sat in the chair opposed to mine. In her hands was a tea tray fully stocked. I could already smell the repulsive goo that she considered tea.
"Smart, you know how superstitious your own people are and are using it against them. I mean it's not like the people of Dathomir would ever accept foreign rule unless a higher power said it was okay." I still thought that I could have been let in on the whole thing. But I guess that the old hag was having her fun. I then look over to her as she is pouring herself some… whatever that stuff is. It's too damn thick to be tea. "So where does that us, what is our arrangement going forward."
"In public, I shall be your humble servant. Acting as your regent here on Dathomir and then once your empire has been born I shall become your Mystic adviser." She said calmly as she sipped on her drink. That worked for me, meant I wouldn't have to deal with Dathomir again any time soon and I would have a valuable member of my future court. But that was public and there was a big difference here between public and private if she saw it worth mention one. "But between us, it is a partnership." Gethzrion placed her cup down and I felt a small pulse in the Force, a show of power that I thought meaningless.
"Oh… and what sort of partnership would this be?"
"Dathomir is mine, as is its people." She said firmly without any warmth or friendliness to be spoken of. "You will be given a few sisters to do as with you please. And the brothers will be at your disposal as I have little use for them, but anything more and you will need my permission." Ah, she's being cagey. I bet it hurts her to even give me any of her Nightsisters at all without me giving something. The males however are a blind spot for her, coming from a matriarchal society meant that just like with women in a patriarchal society men are often over looked or dismissed in their worth. But in the end this was more than what I came with.
"What's Talzin's role in all of this? That was a sticking point that was nagging on my mind. But then I smirked at the old sorceress. "Besides clearing the way for you to assert yourself over all entire Nightsister society." Her influence has been waning and she's a young and talented up and comer. And given that Talzin and not her is in the Clone Wars series means that at some point she successfully led a coup against Gethzrion or at the very least pushed her into a backseat role. But now, Gethzrion is removing Talzin in a way that doesn't damage her own standing, as any negative way would result in those that already support Talzin to never support Gethzrion. Thus fracturing Dathomir even more. It's not a united people just yet, Talzin could have untied it but now thanks to last night Gethzrion has a much better chance. She effectively hooked herself to my claim to the galaxy and linked that with Dathomir's gods. All very cunning if I have to say so myself.
"She is in between those that see this as a truly divine event and those that know this to be a set up by me." Gethzrion revealed as her mood softened a bit. Likely she was taking my moving on without any comment as me agreeing to her terms. The only reason why I'm not pushing for more is because I'm not losing anything and gaining a lot just by coming here. "And yes, she has been networking and scheming behind my back for several years now. I thought at first she was merely a pawn of my sister but no… she's a crafty one."
"So you get rid of her by tossing her at my feet and trick me into taking her off your hands." I say and she just gives me a knowing smile. Okay… I've had enough of her. I get up and hold out my hand for Saarai to travel through the hut, break a few things on her way, and land in my hand. I don't even want my clothes back at this point, I have spear simple robe in my ship.
"Before you go…" She drawled out lazily. "You should be aware that we here on Dathomir are under a great deal of threat from the Jedi. And the one keeping them from burning this world as they have done to others is the heretical Sith. I'm sure you are aware of them yes?" I said nothing, I had assumed that this could be the case. But the way she said this was too causal for the subject matter. She knew something, or was playing this all very carefully.
"You can procced as you wish until I or a agent of mine comes to collect the Nightsister spies you promised." I say as I walk out of her hut not caring to hear whatever she has to that.
Dathomir is a world that does not have an abundance of water and thus I am not in for a good shower any time soon. So instead I just use the Force to push all the offending fluids off my body. I moved through the swamp of various bodies now starting to wake up. I Force Cloaked myself with what little power I had while still trying to try my damnedest to hide from a still pissed Abeloth, I didn't want to speak with my new subjects at this time. All I wanted was to get to my ship and get clothed. But it seemed that glorious fate would be set aside for a bit longer as I found Talzin kneeling in the exact same place I last saw her sober.
"So it would seem you have had enough of Dathomir's charm." She said as her eyes opened to me climbing my way into the cockpit of my ship.
"Yes! I want to go home now please!" I shout back as I rummage through the lockbox I had with me. In it contained several things I took with me from the Chilling Sound. Most importantly right now was a fresh set of clothes. "I supposed you'd be wanting to come along?" I dragged out as I slipped into the robes.
"It is the job of a wife to support her husband isn't it?" I could hear the amusement in her voice and I rolled my eyes. I don't know if it was because I was holding back even more than I had been back on Taris or if this was just a natural state for her. But without even Talzin in my sight I reach out in the Force and lifted her off the ground, even slightly choking her to prevent her from speaking. I pulled her off the ground and had he face me as I stood back up in the cockpit of my ship. She was struggling against my power and certainly looked quite annoyed at me and her situation.
"This so called marriage is only a means to get rid of you and to gain my favor for Gethzrion. Had I not come, in several years time you would have been Great Mother and leader of all Nightsisters on Dathomir." I explain and I could tell that she wanted this, but was surprised that I knew of these events that had yet to come but now never will. "Now, you have a new fate chosen for you. As my Dark Empress." I chuckle at the absurd title… though I had little place to speak. She dropped down to the ground as I release my power over her. She coughs a bit but otherwise is fine. "I will be taking you with me however do not presume that you are my equal… yet."
"Why are you in my seat?" Vette asked Dalla as he had his feet up on the piloting console. Bare feet… stinking man feet.
"Your seat? Sweet cheeks this my seat. The captain isn't a real captain unless he pilots the ship too." Dalla snarked back as he looked up to Vette with a cocky Corellian grin coupled with a flirtatious wink. Vette really didn't understand how men could be so stupid at times. She sighed then quickly delivered a back handed slap to the pirate and then spun the pilot's seat hard and threw him out of it. "Fucking bitch! Dalla shouted as he stumbled to the floor.
"You seriously thought that you could one eighty me and try to pull that shit? Never mind I know how kill you in a hundred different ways, the twins know how to do that twice over with many of those involving de-maning you." Vette threatened back not knowing if either of those statements were true. She knew how to kill people but unlike the Sith never was creative enough to find so many ways to do it. And as for the twins… she wouldn't be surprised.
"Ulysses put me in charge and… aoaaaa!" Dalla whined as Vette took him by the ear and dragged him back to the elevator and sent him down with the rest of the crew. The Twi'lek sighed as she knew that this wouldn't be the last time the pirate challenged her. It seemed that the bias against her species was just too ingrained, the idea that a Twi'lek was in charge of a ship was uncommon back in the Empire's days but now it seemed unthinkable.
"Naz better fix that when he takes over the galaxy." Vette said to no one in particular as she walked back over to the pilot seat.
"I am unfamiliar with you referring to creator in such a way." Vette stopped as she heard BI-6 synthetic voice come from the ship's controls. Naraiz had left the Imperial Tactical Droid with Vette to ensure her and the Twins safety. It wasn't so much that he didn't trust her abilities but knew that as skilled as she was there were monsters and things a normal person couldn't handle. BI-6 was a killing machine that could handle nearly anything thrown at it. "Has the change in sexual relationship status really affected your emotional involvement to this degree?"
"You, shut it." Vette snapped back as she took her seat. "Now, the boss wants us to find a Sith Holocron that contains the location of a world that Revan hid a whole army of Sith on. And the only clue that we have seems to be on Yavin 4… or at least it might have been there." Naraiz had given them a tall order but thankfully they had BI-6 who Naraiz had given a much more detailed description of where they could begin. His visions were hopefully still accurate.
"Aaand exiting hyperspace… now." Talzin had to shield her eyes as a bright light filled her vision as they came back into the physical realm. She felt a dimming of light and tentatively cracked her eyes open only to then widen them at what she saw. Six stars, four at the cardinal points and one below and one above a world. Or at least she suspected a world was underneath that mess of rotating bronze colored rings. Every now and then a crack would form in the myriad of rings and she would see colors of green, white, blue, or yellow. "The sky on this world isn't real, merely a projection created by the entire structure. Even if a hole or crack forms in it, the sky isn't broken or the world is baked in solar radiation. And no I have no idea what its for."
"Great Mother Gethzrion said it was a prison. But she did not speak of what it held." Talzin said the truth of all she knew of this world. Naraiz Rhyhall, her Emperor of Quills, looked back at her and then back to the world. His brow furrowed in deep thought but then relaxed as he steered the ship forward. The Dathomir sorceress gripped her seat tighter as they performed a series of maneuvers that had her stomach turning. Then finally they broke through the wall of moving rings and were in atmosphere. She truly hated flying and space travel.
"We will be stopping by my base of operations then you will come with me northward. There are people I must see but what concerns you is what comes after that." He said as he flew them both through a night sky. Talzin glanced out the cockpit window and saw land far below, rivers and hills, then a massive lake with a island at the very center. The island thrummed with the Force, a echoing power of the Light Side assaulted her senses. "The Isle of Faces, its those trees that produce the Light Side… any idea on why oh mighty sorceress of Dathomir?"
"Oh… no." She said meekly, ashamed in her own lack of knowledge. Talzin was not comfortable with the current state of things. After her dressing down at the hand of her new husband, she had realized just what her place was. She was a bartered asset to him, a tool a little more. What he had said before was true, they were not equals. But he did not stop there, he told her in that same breath that this was only how it was and not what it always be. Talzin knew that she must prove herself, learn all she could, and make herself invaluable and a true peer as Gethzrion was. Respect would come with hard work and accomplishment, and perhaps fondness and more would follow.
They would land on that island, in a small clearing of the trees that covered it. Talzin looked on the carved faces with a sense of awe. Never had she seen anything produce power in the Force like these trees did. She had witness objects that contained portions on the Force but never actively produce it. Her time studying those wonders was cut short as her husband seemed impatient to return back to his home. They traveled across the lake in a simple wooden boat and then walked to the nearest settlement. A small hamlet of no more than five stone huts. The local humans recognized her husband as the Lord of these lands and willing offered him and Talzin two beasts for them to ride to his keep. Apparently he was so well liked by his subjects that they just trusted that their property would either be returned or they would be compensated. The Emperor of Quills thanked the lowly peasants, something that Talzin didn't expect or feel was necessary.
They then rode through the last hour of moonlight, Talzin had to remind herself that it was a false moon as there wasn't anything but bronze rings up there. But soon enough a glimpse of a sunrise began to shone through. This was just in time for them to reach the sight of her husband's home. The first thing she saw was three towers that clawed up to the heavens. Then the massive curtain walls around the keep and the ones currently being built around a developing city. Though the latter were little better than scaffolding and piles of stone being readied for the construction of true walls.
"I have to speak with my people in the keep. It won't take long, and by the end of the day we will be off." Her husband said they entered the burgeoning city. It was early in the morning and so only a few people were out and about. Street cleaners, guards, merchants seeking to get a early start. But they all paid great deference to their lord as he strode by. "Explore as you wish, if anyone asks where you are from say you from beyond Asshai. And if someone wants payment from you say you are a guest of Darth Nagash and do a little Force trick for them." With that he left her to her own devices.
"This must be some sort of test." Talzin thought to herself feeling like a fish out of water. Her whole life she had lived among the Nightsisters. Her home was Dathomir and certainly not among humans. She looked around, looking for anything to follow. And instead it was her nose that caught something. A most enticing smell, and one that also reminded her that she was quite hungry and all she had to eat recently was spacer ration bars. "I suppose I could do with some breakfast."
So Talzin rode down the road toward the source of the great smell. As she did so she notice a increase in people, all culminating at a corner building. It had a open dinning area within a arched plaza, tables had been set out and the smell of tea and baked goods flowed out from inside the walled section of the building. There were several tables filled by humans all enjoying each other's company along with tea and meals. The Dathomirian was hesitant to be around so many humans, but her grumbling stomach and the aroma overrode her bias. She found a series of posts were other beasts of burden were tied to and did the same. As she was doing so she felt something in the Force probe and try to influence her. Talzin snapped her head toward the source of this intrusion.
She walked from the posts back to the café and found a new woman had come to join the humans. She was gorgeous, an excellent example of human beauty. Long red hair flowed down her back and her body was hugged by a black and white dress that looked to be a play on religious garb though far more scandalous in coverage. But what Talzin noticed first was her face, and the runes that looked to be etched into it. The woman was speaking to the rest of the humans, no particular single one but all of them together. Most of them seemed pleased and at ease with her presence while others looked visibly uncomfortable. Using her training as a Nightsister, Talzin kept to the shadows and found herself a small table at the very back of the café where none noticed her. She knew she wouldn't be getting served anytime soon. But right now she just wanted to wait and listen.
"Oh you give yourself too little credit Khort, your skills have vastly improved since you started coming to the House of the Passionate." The woman gently laughed as she drew herself closer to the man she had been speaking with. "It takes a great man to understand his own shortcomings and to over come them."
"That's not what it sounds like!" The man shouted as the rest of his companions. "She's talking about my sword arm."
"Oh, so that's what you call it!" One of the other men roared in laughter alongside the rest of them. Talzin watched as they a began throwing jabs at each other in good fun. She could sense that there was no malice among them, but then she watched as the woman left the group to their good morning. She looked as if she was going to go to another table only for her to suddenly stop and then zero in on Talzin. The Nightsister sorceress was surprised that she was discovered so quickly and had a mind to escape rather than deal with this unknown factor. But as the woman approached her, Talzin chose to stay for no other reason than who this city belonged to.
"I have taken to remembering every face in this city, yours is one that I would most certainly recall." The marked woman said as she stood in front of Talzin's table. The two regarded each other in ways only mystics and extremely calculated women could. For Talzin, she could feel something wrong with this woman, there was this blanket smothering her form that felt like a Sith's mask however it was cruder and locked down around her body. The Dathomiarian was able to subtlety slip beyond this crude mask and peer into the woman underneath. "I wouldn't do that." Talzin fell over in her chair as a throbbing pain buckled across her body and mind.
"W-w-what are you?" Talzin mumbled on the ground as she clutched her head. The second that she had moved past the Mask that surrounded this creature she was assaulted in the Force by visions of shadowy monsters and ancient crone barraging her mind. The woman gave a deep breath of satisfied relief before looking down at Talzin.
"Thank you, I had forgotten what it felt to be powerful. This body was initially a gift, my vanity had decided that but now with time I realize that I was too hasty. It was good to feel the power of the Force once again." She said as she walked around the table and loomed over Talzin. The Nightsister was still trying to realign herself in the hopes of launching a counter attack… but that felt quite silly considering what she had seen. "You're wrong. I am completely defenseless, what happened only occurred because you pushed past the surface of my being."
"Your power, it is stronger than mine and is nearing the Great Mother's in potency." Talzin breathed deeply, trying to regain some strength. It couldn't be true what she had said, that she was without defenses now. Someone that strong couldn't be that chained down. "With power comes freedom, that is what drives the Darkness. I sense great Darkness in you yet you claim to be shackled. Impossible!"
"It is all a matter transaction, in my hubris I tried to conceal my true self from the world. Wrapped myself in beauty and sex appeal. And when the time came for me to submit myself to a true god, I committed a horrible sin of vanity by not coming to him honestly." The woman explained as Talzin stood back up, still weakened but her strength was returning. All eyes were on them now, even those few outside the café were watching the events unfold. "As penance, I wear the skin I created for myself as a prison. That power you saw is trapped by my own doing. But I am still free to use my mind and all I have available to further my lord's plans."
"And just who is your lord?" Talzin growled out as her eyes started to glow green. Out from the shadows and thin green mist began to form and was drawn to Talzin.
"He is your Lord as well Talzin the Dark Empress." The green mist dissipated as Talzin was shocked by that answer. She considered herself a prodigy at divining the future and visions granted by the Force came to her easily. But she had not seen this woman, but she clearly had seen her. "Come, I wish to speak with you on what I have seen in the flames."
"I don't like this… I don't like this at all." I whined as I rode up the King's Road. The snow was heavy but thankfully the local lords made sure to keep the King's Road clear. They needed to as in Winter they vitally needed the trade it provided. Behind me was Talzin and Melisandre chatting as if they had been best friends for years.
I had left Talzin expecting her to get into some sort of trouble with the locals. Using dark powers or something like that, then I could come in and boop her on the head and tell her to stop. Thus another tale the peasants could tell of my heroism. But noooooo. After my meeting with Quinn on the current state of things, then my shadowy watching of the promising Acolytes and then lastly a ramp of two with my various lovers in Harrenhal, I come to find Talzin with Melisandre in her little Meeting House of her budding church that wasn't a church.
And that was a whole other thing. Holy shit I did not expect Melisandre to work that fast. It's not that I disapprove of what she is doing its just that it weirds me out. Thankfully it seems to be evolving in a… acceptable way. Namely that people aren't rioting or actively performing hate crimes or calling crusades. That last thing I'm sure that the Faith of the Seven would be doing if they had the concept of crusade in their heads. Instead they just bitch to the nobles. As far as I can tell the Natural Order is more about community and self improvement than actual cult shit. Yes… it does have weekly orgies, but so did the Romans.
But right now I was dealing with the fact these two are becoming fast friends when I really don't need that. Both were in the exact same camp for me, mystic women that wanted into my pants who were very annoying to me but were too damn useful to kill. Mel was great for controlling the public and reshaping society into something I wanted, but her insane veneration of me pissed me off. And Talzin was smug in her ability to perform all sorts of sorcery and felt entitled to me because her visions of being the Dark Empress. What made this all worse was the fact they feed into each other's beliefs.
"Why are you even here Melisandre? I need Talzin to examine the Wall but I don't need you creating a cult here in the North." I say once we pass by a merchant who was clearly not used to the Northern winter. I doubt he could have heard anything I said with his teeth chattering so loudly.
"The Dark Empress is in unfamiliar lands, I am here to guide and assure that no harm comes to her." Melisandre replied oh so sure of herself. I wanted to call bullshit and say she just wanted to spend time with her new friend. But maybe this was a blessing wrapped in a curse. Talzin needed a place to be when I was away, I couldn't and wouldn't babysit her all the time. Once we were done in the North I would need to take her to Valyria to set up my trials… still need a name for them. I don't know how long she would need to do all the shit I wanted for them, but I doubt it would take longer than a year.
"Whatever, we're getting close to Winter Town, when we get there I don't want either of you to make yourself known. This is a secret mission so I can't be traced back by sightings of my pet preacher or a inhuman woman casting spells." I snapped back at the two and they just smiled in that all knowing way and I was severely pissed by it. I don't like being on this side, I want to be the troll not being who's being trolled.
We strolled into Winter Town and I was a little surprised by what I saw. It was certainly busier than the last time in was in the north. Cleaner and a good deal of the infrastructure had been improved. While not necessarily growing into a new city in the North, there looked to be some construction which considering this was Winter in the North… that spoke highly of the current state of things. It seems that Lyarra and Joanna's influence on things has been bearing fruit.
And speaking of my two lovely pets, I quickly ditched the sorceress the second I had dropped them off at a inn and given them a bag of Stags and ran off to see the noble ladies. Sneaking out of Winter Town and into Winterfell without anyone the wiser was child's play. I expanded my senses, oh it was good to be on Terra and know that it was totally mute to Abeloth so I didn't have to limit myself to null anymore, and found where the two were. In the master bedroom.
"'ave you 'eard, there's a Wilding raidin' party in the Gift led by a monster." That stopped me. Yes, I was looking forward to seeing the women I loved… but they were right there, and this could be useful. This is a surprise visit so its not like their expecting me any time soon. So I kept my Force Cloak over myself and listened in on the conversation between the two guards.
"Some shepherds came in by the other day and wailed to Lord Stark 'bout it. Their the Night's Watch problem." The other guard grunted in dismission, true but cruel. "They said some biggun white beast that walked like a man 'as been leadin' a Wildling raid… foolish nonsense."
"What's next they come howlin' about, the White Walkers stealing their chickens?" They both laughed and that was where I left, I got my intel and wanted to see my girls. The news that Broonmark was with a Wildling tribe wasn't all that shocking… okay the language barrier was pretty stiff but still. But that was other days when I wasn't very eager to see women I loved.
I only sensed them in the room as I stood at the door. Lyarra was on the bed likely napping, Joanna was at the far side of the room, maybe working on something at a small desk. Hmm… I know what I should do. I slowly open the door, making sure to create a Force barrier of no air around the door to prevent them from hearing it open. I carefully enter the room, its pretty much as I expected with the ladies where I sensed them. Lyarra was splayed over a open bed, naked and without her Mask on. And Joanna was in the corner looking at several letters that I have no doubt were meant for Lord Stark. I shut the door behind me and decided to make this little prank extra dickish.
"Joanna! Tywin is getting remarried to a Tyrell!" I shouted and the desk under Joanna broke in half. She then growled and looked back to where I was rolling around on the ground laughing, I could feel the murder gaze even in my fit of hysterics.
"That is not funny! You haven't seen us in over a month and that's how you come back!" Joanna screamed at me and I was really glad that I had set up sound barrier around this room before doing my prank. I was fully expecting to get kicked in the jewels for that but instead as I rolled over onto my back I felt a weight fall onto of me. To my surprise it wasn't Lyarra but Joanna. "I missed you. I never expected myself to miss you this much but I did." She said softly as she buried her face into my chest. I sighed contently and just held her and let her have want we both wanted. But something was missing.
"Why isn't she waking up… is she hibernating?" I ask after enjoying the feeling of Joanna laying on top of me. However once she started to slowly grid against my lower half I knew that the wholesome time was over. I was all for sexy time but once Lyarra had her moment.
"She just went to sleep, that's the hardest time to get her awake." Joanna said as she looked up and back to the bed. But then looked back to me with this grin on her face that told me I wasn't getting out of this any time soon. "Come on Naraiz, let her sleep. It's been sooo long since I've had that good dicking." Joanna had this sultry look in her eye.
"Your leaving her out and you know how she feels." I smirked as Joanna began crawling down my body and started undoing my trousers.
"Shut up, you have no idea how hot I am right now. Seeing you, hearing your sexy annoying voice, smelling your musk… I have practically gone into heat its been so long." She finished as she unbuckled my pants and started pulling them down. Joanna's eyes lit up as she came to her prize, my semi erect dick that she quickly grabbed and started stroking to full mast. "Yes, Lyarra's been great keeping my needs down but this… this is what I've been craving."
"I really should be concerned but I'll chose not to be." I sighed as he enjoyed the feeling of Joanna's soft hands jerking my cock. I did have to remind myself that the Lannister had a high sex drive even before I collared her and amplified her lust. I just laid back and appreciated the sudden change from handjob to blowjob as Joanna took the top half of my shaft into her mouth.
The sight of Joanna playfully kicking her feet back and forth and her tail whipping back and forth just added to how adorable she was along with how hot this was. She lightly bobbed her head up and down, her emotions perfectly content to just keep doing what she was doing for hours on end. Quite literally a cat enjoying a treat. Deciding to let her do as she wishes for now I just relaxed on my back and enjoyed the prolonged blowjob, not really feeling the need to end this quickly.
The room was filled with a mix of Joanna slurping my cock and the feint sound of Lyarra sleeping through all of this. I would groan a bit whenever the cat-woman would do something extra pleasurable and she would smirk in victory whenever I did so. Ah, the ideal of a sexual relationship, trying to outdo the other in how well you can make your partner feel good. After a unknowable about of time, she dove deep onto my shaft and the quickly pulled up and released my tip with a wet pop.
"You're unusually passive, you don't usually let us take control like this." Joanna commented as she continued the sensational pleasure with her hands. I gave a shrug, I have had plenty of chances to have as much sex as I want. Meanwhile Joanna being who she is has only been with Lyarra who I doubt is able to satisfy all the Lannister's needs.
"You are a little nympho minx and I haven't been here to satisfy you when you need it, you do what you want." Her eyes lit up at me giving her the green light. I mean I'll turn the tables in a second if I see her go for anything phallic but there's really only so much she can do in this situation. I kinda whine a bit when she pulls herself away from my still unfinished member but I get over it quickly as she disrobes and then kneels over me. A trail of glinting juices was covering her inner thigh as she maneuvered her hips to be right over mine. Without much prompting she lowered herself onto me and gave out a very pleased moan as I filled her insides up.
"Ah… you're in so deep. Hitting all the right spots." She mumbled as she began rocking her hips, moving her body in every way that brought both of us waves of pleasure. Then as her sex high stabilized she looked down at me in a smug look that told me that she was enjoying the ego boosting of my reaction as much as in the same way I enjoyed her words. "Oh come on big boy, you going to really let me do all the work? I've… aha!" Joanna gave a loud moan as she felt her previously swaying breasts get squeezed, nothing was on them but they looked to be pressed back onto her chest.
"No, I'm not some timid virgin that can't give back as good as I get." I smirked as I reached out and grabbed ahold of her hips. I began forcing her to move with my body's rhythm as I moved with her. All while I worked my magic in the Force to kneed and press her tits against her own body. Her moans were louder as the pace slowly built up, her back arching back as I felt her inner walls tighten signaling we were approaching her limit… good cause I was getting to mine.
"Y-you… you said…" She mumbled as her eyes glazed over as the tempo picked up even faster, the sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room. My hands squeezed her soft skin as I slammed her back into each of my thrusts, her own arms had moved back to support herself on the floor.
"I lied." I answered back but that was my last witty remark as my breathing started hitching up. We had been at this for while… wasn't keeping track. But I was soon going to be at my limit. "Joanna, I'm almost there." I grunted and I felt her cum right there but she just kept going even after I paused. After a momentary hiccup in pace, I returned back as she went on sexual autopilot. Her hips bucking with fervor as her juices were drenching my cock. With one last push deep into her snatch I came hard causing her to come along with me. Our bodies locked up as a flood of extasy tore through our bodies. But then Joanna fell forward onto me, her body shining with sweat and her breathing heavy.
"Five minutes, then again." She sighed and I just chuckled while wrapping my arms around her and kissing the top of her head between her cat ears.
"No, next is my turn." I looked up to see Lyarra sitting up in her bed staring at the two of us on the floor. "It's the least you can do after waking me up."
"I'm just happy your not flinging yourself at me." That was her usual tactic after I had been away from her. It was nice to see her grow.
"I wanted to, but you and Jo were almost done… or it looked like it but that was fifteen minutes ago." She said with a pouty huff while crossing her arms. Never mind, she's just more respectful for Joanna's sex time. I sigh and let my head thump back onto the floorboards, I was content for the moment just listening to Joanna's pleased post sex purring.
"I missed this. I've been dealing with a lot and already I feel a hundred times better." With all that was going on out in space, back here on Terra, and my personal problems it was a lot to hold on my shoulders. But with these two I felt… at ease. "Screw the Jedi… the Republic… crazy Force Gods wanting to kill me…"
"What?"
"… a country of power hungry snakes… a school of Force powered brats that will in a few years start puberty… a pair of sorceress that both want to sex me…"
"What?!"
"… the fact I might not be getting my clone army… or I now have a cackling old hag nipping at my heels… oh and the fact Jaesa's preg-" I shut my mouth as my brain caught myself before my mouth could screw me. But the damage was done as Lyarra bolted out of bed and tackled me out of Joanna's grasp.
"No! No-no-no-no! That witch whore can't have your child before me!" She was bawling as her nails dug through my clothes and into my skin with out tight she was holding me. I was struggling to breath and Lyarra just kept going on and on about how unfair it was that Jaesa was having my kid before her. I would be more inclined to agree with her if it wasn't the fact Lyarra was in the process of killing me. Eh… given the current scoreboard I guess Jaesa does have her beat at attempts to kill me.
"Lyarra, calm down. I'm still not done with him and he needs to be alive for what I want." Joanna then pulled the hysterical wolfwoman off me and started soothing her back into a sorta receptive state.
"But-but-but-but-but…" Lyarra hyperventilated as I took in life giving breaths. I knew that this was going to happen but I was just in such a chill mood that it just slipped out. "Master please, that witch whore doesn't deserve you much less to bear your child." I supposed this was how Lyarra really felt about Jaesa which wasn't surprising given how the two are. I won't hold it against Lyarra for what she feels or says about Jaesa.
"Please just explain what happened." Joanna said calmly however I could sense in the Force she was also livid at this news.
"It happened off world, when I went to my old home back on Anoat. She used a old artifact that dispels any lower tier Force powers on a person, this at first I thought was her forcing me to reveal my true form. It was something she had always wanted so I didn't think beyond that." I really should have remembered to put my Force rubber on, but I was just too used to it always being on. Now I've made it a point to reapply it every damn night. "She used that chance to get herself pregnant without me knowing what she did… I didn't even realize I was fertile again until she ran off once we returned." I was also really lucky that human Twi'lek breeding is really hard because during that period me and Vette still had sex. Though she'd probably terminate it as soon as possible… Vette wasn't into kids all that much.
"So she tricked you into this, how do you feel about that?" Joanna asked and Lyarra seemed to clam down considerably. I think it was more the idea I chose Jaesa over her that was the most upsetting.
"I… the hard part is that moment. The time that created this child… it was not just sex, it was making love. I felt her and thought that it was end of a troubled chapter in our relationship." It wasn't that she had tricked me into fatherhood, it was the fact she felt she needed to trick me and ran off without telling me anything. A letter? It felt like nothing really mattered, and the fact it was all just her usual running away stuff made it feel like she was talking to the old Naraiz. "This will all come to end one way or another. So I feel like waiting."
"I want one." Lyarra said suddenly and it made me freeze up. "Master I want to have your child. If that witch whore is going to be mothering your child then I shall too." I was little out this little strained soundless gasp as she said this. Joanna was just smiling at this scene like a very amused cat.
Meanwhile the Force was telling me that this wasn't going away, my senses of Lyarra's emotional state told me that this was a make it or break it thing for her. I think it was stemming out of her insecurity over me and Jaesa's relationship. The fact we were together before me and her, our history, the apparent bond we share, the fact Jaesa is far more useful in more ways than Lyarra was, and now this was just the tipping point. With all that going on, Lyarra must be feel like she was this small unnoticeable thing in my life compared to Jaesa. And the fact I haven't been around for about two months certainly didn't help.
"You can't, Rickard believes that you and Joanna are lovers. If you get pregnant now he'll know something is up." I said trying to worm my way out of this. Again I have no problem with kids, but I'd prefer having them when the woman wasn't still married to one of the most powerful people in Westeros!
"That's something that needs to change by the way. It's becoming rather bothersome to stay up here at Winterfell. Rickard really should be doing his work but lately all he's been doing is moping and dreaming of the day when he can take the Black." Joanna scoffed and I could see her point. Unlike with Lyarra, she was away from her children and in a unfamiliar and harsh land. I could understand her desire to leave even if it wasn't the best thing for my plans.
"I'm already away from my youngest and Eddard, and Rickard has been suggesting fostering Lyanna down in Storm's End. Me leaving would hopefully force Rickard to take Brandon's upbringing seriously." All of that sounded like rationalizing to me. The progress that they have already made wasn't likely to fall apart… really depends if Rickard remarries. As for the Stark children, Benjen's fate was sealed as he was already showing signs that he would be a poor Warden of the North. And his part to play in the Rebellion was too vital, as was Rickard. They were the reason the North rebelled, more then Lyanna in my opinion. They would have been pissed sure… but not mutinous. Lyanna being sent off to Storm's End… could be interesting. I haven't really sent too many feelers to the Storm Lords or the Baratheon
"I don't like this…" I sighed but my tone was resigned so a look of joy was on Lyarra's face. "Okay, I think I know a way to frame this so that no matter the fallout it will be at least breaking even." I say as I pull myself up off the ground, Lyarra was beaming and Joanna had a approving look on her face. I fix my pants and then pull out a Holo-communicator from my robes. It flickers to life as a few minutes after I put out the call.
"-Is the bet done yet Sith?-" Broonmark answered as his end came into view. Oh yeah… my insurance that he wouldn't kill Tormund or Ygritte.
"No." I reply, and his shoulders sag a bit. Tormund must really be annoying him. "I have heard of a wildling raiding party led by a white fur beast south of the Wall. Care to explain yourself." I say in a pleased tone that even the Talz would understand I approved of this. The more raids south of the Wall the more likely the Night's Watch would be given more resources.
"-Wasn't my idea. The annoying humans around me said we should. Think they can crown me Beast King beyond the Wall or something.-" Broonmark said and that instantly gave me so many ideas for the future but for now this was good for my plans.
"You know what would be great for that… if you killed the wife of Lord Stark."
"Is that… those banners." Tormund stared over the ridge that they had been camping at for several days now. Out on the snow drifted plains below was a precession of southerners waving around Stark Banners. There was a good deal of them in armor and mounted but… it didn't look like it would be too much for their group.
"Aye, those are Starks." Baerrand said as he kneeled next to Tormund, he was spindly man but surprisingly strong. Enough to make it over the wall and he was their best shot with a arrow. "Seems Grekul was right when it dragged us here." Tormund nodded before they both slowly pulled back away from the ridge. They would need to act fast if they were to raid fucking Starks.
"Grekul! You were right, nice big fat Stark caravan is comin' through over the hills." Tormund hooped as he and Baerrand made their way back into the camp that they had set up. Only small fires as to not draw attention from the smoke, and very easy to construct tents had been built. It had been a piss poor time up until now but this would make their trip legendary. The Starks were some of the most hated southerners among the Free Folk. It was after all the founder of the House that raised that blasted wall. "We'll need to move out fast though."
"You are all meat that I wish I could cut into pieces but I need you." Grekul spoke in its strange and inhuman tongue and Tormund just knew it had threatened to do horrible things to him and the rest of the Free Folk. Him and the furry beast had developed this sort of understanding, Tormund could understand the intent behind those gargles and growls well enough. But the… can they even be called words? What Tormund did know was that it knew what he said, and with that they were able to at least develop a yes/no method of speaking as well as very basic directives using hand motions. "Tell your people to get ready to attack, but leave some survivors."
"Uh… what's it sayin'?" One of the raiders asked, it was a frequently asked question.
"It uh… is sayin'…" Tormund said trying to figure out that last part. It was time to kick some Stark ass but that last thing was a little hard to get.
"Leave some alive… is it so hard to understand that meat." Tormund nodded and understood what he was saying.
"It's sayin' leave none of the southerners standin'!" Tormund shouted back to the small horde of Free Folk who all cheered at this order. They did so until they heard a loud growl come from the white furred beast. They instantly quieted down as they had learned very well that it had a short temper and wasn't above making its displeasure known by killing one or more of them. Tormund seemed to be one of the only ones that the beast actively avoided killing, so he was the second in command just for that reason. The red haired wildling watched as the beast made the sign they agreed to mean no. "Oh… got it. It meant to say let them spread news of this. Let these milk drinkers know the fury of the True North!" There was another roar of cheers, though it was a little forced this time.
The Free Folk raiders gathered their supplies and hid away in a small cave nearby to collect for the trip back beyond the Wall. With the haul from this raid they would surely be done. They tracked the caravan of Stark banners through the heavy snow and quietly surrounded it. Tormund took a better look at the carriage that the horsemen seemed to be guarding the most. That had to have some shinny goodies in it. But then he felt a taloned hand lay on his shoulder, he gulped and looked back.
"That's mine." Tormund understood that loud and clear. He then gave the signal, out from the snow banks and hills came shouting raiders and well placed arrows. Those Stark men on horses were the first to fall, having been picked out by the Free Folk's snipers. Those on foot numbered in a few dozen and were suddenly surrounded by screaming savages. Tormund charged forward and his blade clashed with a Stark soldier. The two fought but the soft southerner was nothing compared to the harshness of the True North and the kind of men that land bred. The battle was made into a bigger mess as Grekul made a bloody path toward the fat carriage.
"Protect La-" One of the guards was interrupted by the white furred beast's massive slab of a sword. The giant blade had slashed its way deep into his body and with a heavy swing, Grekul flung the man across the small battlefield as it continued its way toward the side door of the carriage. Tormund was busy fighting off another of the Stark men when in the corner of his eye he saw the beast rip open the carriage door. There was the sound of two female screams.
"Wha…" Tormund mumbled as the sound of women screaming wasn't something they planned. That was enough for a now enraged Stark soldier to catch him off guard and land a good blow to his side. Tormund spat up blood before he fell back on his ass, the southerner stood over him with a look of pure rage on his face.
"This is for Lady Stark." He said as he held up his blade to plunge down and finish Tormund off only for several arrows to pierce his head. Four to be exact. Tormund didn't know if the Gods were that loving or if he was that damn lucky but he wasn't keen on finding out. The Wildling struggled to pull himself back up, his side had a deep cut in it but nothing that Grekul's miracle tubes couldn't fix. So he hobbled over to the carriage as the rest of the raiders cheered for their victory and jeered the remaining and fleeing Stark men.
"Grekul… what the fuck is going on?" Tormund asked as he wobbled over to the carriage as the white furred beast climbed out of it. It's body was massive so it covered the door quite well, but the color of red that peeked in the cracks around his body was something that Tormund could never unsee.
"The mission is complete, let us return back to the wasteland you call home." The monster growled as it stomped past Tormund, who quickly turned his head away from the carriage. He had seen and caused death before. He had seen some horrible things. But… the glimpse he saw in that carriage was too much. For a split second he saw bodies that couldn't be called human remains. Not even southerners deserved that. And he couldn't say or do anything about it, only remember that he was raiding with a monster… he had forgotten that somewhere along the way.
"Do you think it worked?" Joanna asked from her horse, we were traveling up the Gift. It was a week after the Wildling attack on the Stark, myself and the women had been laying low as we worked our way north and it had taken several days to get Rickard to agree to let Lyarra visit the Karstarks. In the end the result was news was reaching far and wide that Lyarra Stark had been brutally murdered by Wildlings while on a trip to see distant cousins. Rickard would lose some face but no doubt his reaction would get some of it back.
The North would once again take the Wildling threat seriously, and maybe even some of the southern realms would too as well. The Night's Watch would no doubt be getting some new supplies and possibly some recruits eager to take some revenge. This would also likely cause Brandon to be more fiery and hot headed, maybe he might even kill Little Finger in their duel. Eddard I suspect might turn a bit more stoic but also be a bit more inclined to protect and cherish family even more. Lyanna would lash out, want to become more warrior like so she could protect those she loved and also not end up like her mother. Benjen… he was still too young for me to really know how this would affect him, especially given the fact he has been at Harrenhal long enough to form a new family unit among his fellow Acolytes. But this was all just my predictions, gathered together by my understanding of these people and their future selves along with Lyarra's motherly intuition of her children.
Speaking of which I think it's safe to say that Lyarra felt quite a bit guilty about her rash choice. All through the ride up to the Gift and even now she clung to me and said nothing. I could sense a great deal of uncertainty and guilt swimming in her mind. Joanna being a woman in a similar position tried to help her best friend with this. I simply told her my thoughts on what I believed would happen to her children because of her actions. I had noticed a growing degradation in mentality with Lyarra, this hopefully with snap her back to the stronger woman I knew her to be. One that understood consequences of her actions.
"We've been hearing news about what happened in every inn and tavern we past by. I think it worked." I replied carefully as I felt Lyarra tighten her grip around my body. We along with Talzin and Melisandre were nearing where the Wall came into view, having past by Queenscrown a few hours ago. The two sorceress had been quiet even to each other, hopefully Melisandre had explained to Talzin just who Lyarra and Joanna were. I certainly didn't need Talzin thinking she was superior to them given her self proclaimed status and their own position as my Force Slaves. "The Wall should be right over this hill." I say as we made our way up a snow covered hill.
There we saw the massive cliffside of sheer rock and ice. I looked on it with awe, I had seen a great many impressive things in this new life as well as my old and certainly was in the top ten. Along with that I could feel the power of the Force in the air, even from this far away. And just like I suspected, it was perfectly Balanced. What did Bran the Builder do to create this, it was on the level of the Dark Temple at the height its glory.
"Wonderous." I heard Talzin whisper and for once I agreed with her.
Author's Notes
So next chapter will continue on with Naraiz exploring the Wall, meeting the Night's Watch, and discovering more about this world. After that he'll probably head back to Harrenhal with Lyarra and Joanna in tow, stay there for a bit then head off to space to figure out what's up with the Cloners.
Reviews
Starlord Master - It certainly is a part of nature in this universe
Guest - All of that is explained in this chapter. I'm upper the power scaling so things can be a bit more awsome. The Rule of Two Sith will be a bit more powerful than they were in canon as well as the Jedi.
AJ Harvey - This story is primarially a Prequals era fic, it will get to Episode 3 and by that point it will diverge hard from the canon timeline. Also the CIS will have their own upgrades as well.
Kalvernus - To bookend this whole Pierce thing, it will be handled more than a running gag as I originally planned. It's fine as you certainly had your reasons and unlike many people you had legitimate concerns on this topic. You actual poitns to make other than autistic reeeee'ing about how something doesn't conform in a certain way you like. Thank you for your feedback.
AO Black - Yeah... Naraiz certainly has gotten a wake up call about what he is messing with at times. No, and no.