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WOW is just a place for Dragonborn Gothic to go to buy certain resources.
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That was my plan all along.
Cersei has been dead for a while.
Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT
Part 17
Tent. Army Camp.
There were many details to sort out before I opened up a portal and lead a small army directly into the Red Keep. Our plan for quickly taking the city depended on me capturing the usurper Tommen Baratheon and the false queen Margaery Tyrell so that Tommen could order a surrender, allowing the combined forces under the command of Daenerys Stormborn to take the capital without any needless sacking or much in the way of burning with dragons.
Once the city was under the control of its rightful queen, or at least the ruler I deemed to be rightful, we could use the false king and queen as hostages as well as the threat of dragons to force the Tyrell and Lannister armies to surrender. If they didn't well we still had the option of burning them with dragons. But those plans were only part of what we needed to discuss this evening.
"So the Ironborn will sale iron ore from their mines to Dragonstone" I explained to the two women in the tent with me, they were Daenerys Stormborn and Yara Greyjoy "I will convert the raw iron into gold, which will be smelted into bars by some of the dwarves I have working for me. They will keep a small amount of the gold as payment for their services and the rest will be divided between filling my coffers, the royal treasury, with some going towards repaying the debt the Seven Kingdoms owes the Iron Bank, who won't fund our enemies as long as we give them something. What's left will be returned to the Iron Islands to keep Yara in power".
Daenerys would need the treasury to be refilled and while I had an idea on how to get her a lot of gold quickly, she would need regular payments from me to keep the royal family so wealthy that they could afford to fund some important projects in the future that would make the Targaryens popular with the smallfolk, such as sewage systems in the larger cities, better roads and even a few railroads weren't out of the question in the future should we be able to get enough dwarves working on making cheap steel. But that was a very long term project and far less important than getting proper plumbing in Kings Landing if only because we could smell the human waste from miles away.
"What about workers?" asked Yara "We freed all the Greenlanders working in the mines".
I already had an idea about that.
"We can turn the mines into prisons" I offered "The Ironborn are tough enough to keep all the murders and rapists in line, the worst criminals will never leave the mines, not alive, but lesser criminals will work off their crimes by spending a certain amount of time in the mines rather than getting locked in a cell or going to The Wall. The duration of these sentences will depend on whoever becomes Master of Laws and whoever judges the criminals. Lesser crimes could even be worked off by having the miners dig up enough ore to pay off their debt to society. It might motivate them to work hard".
Yara looked a little conflicted about this.
"Not sure if I want to turn my home into some penal colonies," was her opinion.
I could understand her concerns. She had enough murders and rapists on her islands already, and those were own people.
"Appeal to the pride of your lords" advised our soon to be Targaryen empress "As Gothic just said only the Ironborn could keep such rabble in order, and the rewards for the work of your lords will be in gold and iron".
Yara smiled, realising that she could spin this so that it looked as if the Ironborn would have slaves again even the prisoners might earn their freedom.
"If I give my captains a share of the profits they'll fall in line behind this idea," Queen Greyjoy promised as she began to undress in front of us "but a lot of the prisoners will end up getting worked to death".
This was something I'd thought about.
"Send the worst criminals to the harshest mines" I suggested "and the Ironborn who serve you well, keeping their workers alive, can be given command over iron mines in other parts of the Seven Kingdoms. We're going to need a lot of iron in the future so the dwarves can keep making steel weapons and tools of high quality after they've set up in their new mountain holds up in the North".
Rather than reply to that Yara went ahead and started undressing, which unexpected, and when she'd gotten naked she began to pleasure herself for a bit before either Daenerys or I decided to join in. Before on the bed naked as her name day and moaning like a whore was Daenerys Stormborn, and with her head buried between her thighs was an equally naked Yara Greyjoy. The ease that they got into this let me know that they'd done this before. I'd not known that Dany swung both ways, but it didn't surprise me since she came from a family that thought marrying your siblings was okay.
By now it seemed as if I was going to go unnoticed by the two women on the bed so I sat down in a chair next to the table and helped myself to a bottle of Dornish Red. After pouring myself a glass I sat and took in the magnificent sight before me. Yara proved to be very talented at getting her future Empress to cum as it didn't take long for the pirate-queen to have the Mother of Dragons calling out in pleasure.
When the Breaker of Chains opened her eyes she looked at me and smiled.
"I hoped you enjoyed watching that" she teased.
The show hadn't gone for very long, but it had been fun to watch, a pity it hadn't been for my benefit, but I had girls back at Dragonstone who would perform for me.
"I did" I admitted.
My caused Yara to turn around and look at me.
"Why are you dressed?" she asked, "Don't you want to fuck us?".
I began to undress as the two women on bed watched me, I didn't like getting objectified, to be examined like this, but since I did that to women all the time I no right to complain when they returned the favour.
"Come lie down" instructed Yara "I'm gonna show our queen something she'll never forget".
I did as she wished since I felt sure that I'd greatly enjoy it.
"Show me," Daenerys said
The two women kissed.
"My pleasure," Yara said.
Then she turned her attention to me and began by rubbing her wet cunt on my dick without it leading to any penetration. Back and forth she went, slowly and then a little faster making sure that I felt every second of it as Dany watched us.
"He's going to squirt a bastard into me" Yara promised as she diverted her attention to Breaker of Chains for a few moments "A Sorcerer-King or Sorceress-Queen for the Iron Islands".
Not a bad idea, only there was a small flaw in that plan.
"Without training, no child of mine will ever have any real power" I warned them.
And I was the only one who could really train them. Maybe one of my students would do a decent job of teaching them alchemy and basic spellcasting, but I was the only one in this world who knew about Shouts and without any dragon souls for my offspring to absorb they'd have to spend years learning to use the power in their blood.
"They can foster with you for a while when they are older," said Dany.
Assuming I was still around by then that could work.
"You need to give us your seed first" reminded Yara.
She spun around so her back was to me and so I could see her arse, which she knew I liked to look at, and then lowered her hips slowly and moaned as the tip of my cock penetrated her.
"Are you watching, Your Grace?" I heard her ask.
When Dany confirmed that she was indeed watching Yara dropped the rest of the way down in one swift, sudden movement, taking all of me inside her warm, wet Ironborn cunt. Then she began to ride me, using her pussy in an attempt to milk my seed out of my balls.
"I'm impressed you're able to ride him so easily" commented the Mother of Dragons "I was under the impression that you mostly slept with women".
That Yara could reply at all right now given how focused she'd become on the movements of her body, impressed me.
"I've practised this more a few times" she admitted, "I needed to learn how to make a man satisfied at an early age so that I could get what I wanted from him".
The soon to be empress moved closer so that she could get a better look at how Yara Greyjoy moved.
"I'm not sure I'll ever get that good at riding his cock," Dany admitted.
She actually sounded a bit insecure to me, which was just crazy as in my experience nothing felt as good as Targaryen pussy.
"It's all about moving your hips the right way," Yara said.
As if to drive her point home, the Pirate Queen of the Iron Islands started bouncing on me harder and harder, with her arse slapping against me every time she descended, jiggling as it moved. She might object if I spanked that ass, but I decided to risk it and make the flesh a bit red. Maybe she was fine with it, or maybe she just didn't want to interrupt her bouncing. Either way, she just kept going without comment and without slapping my hands away.
"He smacks my backside all the time" Dany commented.
Yara suggested that they spank each other while in front of me sometime soon, and while this might be just a tease it had an effect on me. The Pirate-Queen noticed this and began to encourage me to cum inside her.
"Yeah, give it to me!" Yara shouted "Give it all to me! squirt a brat into me!".
Since I couldn't refuse such an invitation I did as requested and did what would be required to knock up the ruler of the Iron Islands, knowing that the fertility potion I'd brewed up for her should help the process along. Praying at the altar to the Divine called Mara would have been helpful, but Yara really believed in the drowned god of her people and I didn't want that creature involved in any breeding I got up to.
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Courtyard. The Red Keep.
I didn't know where exactly within the Keep my portal appeared, some sort of courtyard it seemed to be and there wasn't much in the way of time to think about as no sooner did I step through the portal than I had some killing to do. Men in the red armour of the Lannisters bared our path to the throne room as my Blades, as well as some of Yara's Iroborn raiders, came running out of the portal, we met the defenders of the Keep in battle.
Each hand of mine held onto the handle of a Valyrian steel sword, the right held, Rhindon, and the left held onto Red Rain, a man who used two Valyrian steel swords in battle was a fearsome sight to behold as the magical metal of the weapons made a mockery of the armour worn by the Lannister men, who were soon joined by some of the Tyrell guards who wore different colours and weren't as good fighters as the Lannister men.
Crossbow bolts shattered against my armour as I lead the charge, knowing that we had to keep the space around the portal clear so that all of my Blades could enter the keep, and as I kept my blades moving I killed man after man, I enjoy the battle as it gave me a chance to prove my superiority over other men. The lions and the roses were no match for the dragon, and they died when they dared to challenge me, as it should be.
If not for the magical spells that many of my Blades could use in battle the enemy might have been able to contain us through the weight of sheer numbers. Alas for the defenders of this place it wasn't a good thing to be wearing heavy metal armour when going up against people who could throw lightning bolts from their fingertips. In the end, their corpses made a more effective barrier than their living bodies ever could have.
Those men had just been the king and queen's first line of defence soon I spotted one of my most important targets a member of The Kingsguard, an elite group of seven knights, supposedly the greatest and most skilled warriors in all of Westeros, who serve as the royal bodyguard of the King of the Andals and the First Men. Their duty is to protect the king and the royal family from harm at all times. The Kingsguard swear the holiest of vows to fulfil their sacred duty, and at least in theory, they are meant to be the living exemplars of the pinnacle of knightly virtues. Like the brothers of the Night's Watch, members of the Kingsguard are sworn for life and are forbidden from owning land, taking wives, or fathering children.
The Kingsguard was created 300 years ago by the first Targaryen king, Aegon the Conqueror, when he united the Seven Kingdoms under a single monarchy and established the Iron Throne. The Kingsguard wear signature all-white cloaks, and gold armour with extensive white enamelling. For this reason, they are sometimes colloquially called the "White Cloaks", or the "White Swords". The deeds of every knight who has ever served in the Kingsguard is kept in a large book called The Book of Brothers. The book is stored in White Sword Tower, and it is the responsibility of the current Lord Commander to keep all entries updated.
Since the names of the current members of the Kingsguard were public knowledge I knew the identities of all seven knights on the Kingsguard and that my lover wanted them all dead or captured as quickly as possible in case they tried smuggling the royals they served out of the Keep and because if any of them got out of the Keep they could become rebel leaders. It would be best to kill them all and replace them with Targaryen loyalists each of which would wield a Valyrian steel sword in service of the true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.
The men I needed to kill were Ser Meryn Trant, who in the show was killed in Braavos by Arya Stark. Ser Gregor Clegane, who had restored to "health" by Qyburn. Ser Boros Blount, Ser Preston Greenfield, Ser Arys Oakheart, Ser Balon Swann and Ser Osmund Kettleblack. How many would die at my hands I didn't know, but hopefully I'd be able to cross blades with at least one of these so-called worthy warriors and take his sword as a trophy.
If the Mountain was here I felt sure that I'd know it as he was supposed to be a massive fucker, but I did meet one of the Kingsguard as my Blades and I, who had been joined by Arya, the archers Aela and Meera, as well as Yara Greyjoy who was leading her Ironborn Reavers into battle. The raiders would be allowed to loot the castle after the battle since Dany planned to replace the decor with dragon-themed stuff anyway, a lot of which I planned to supply her if only to give me girls excuses for shopping trips in other parts of the multiverse.
"And who are you?" I asked.
While no signal had been given the fighting going on around me did take a short break when one of the Kingsguard challenged me to a duel.
"Ser Meryn Trant" he declared.
I knew this guy, he was the brave knight who flogged Sansa Stark in the throne room because Joffery ordered it, despite this being a gross violation of the Knight's code.
"Ser Gothic of Dragonstone" I replied.
I was the Lord of Dragonstone and also a Knight of Dragonstone since Ser Barristan, a man I respected, had knighted me before I'd been sent to secure the island.
"You're that Targaryen bitch's sorcerer" he accused "By what right do you call yourself a knight?".
I smirked under my helmet.
"The Free Cities of Yunkai and Meereen fell because of me!" I said loudly enough to be heard by all who were watching "I fought to end slavery and I fought to restore House Stark to its rightful dominion over The North. What have you done, aside from beat little girls?".
His reply was to yell and charge me with the intent of bringing his sword crashing down on my head, this failed as I used one sword to block that blow as the foolish man impaled himself on Rhindon. I could move very fast, far faster than someone in heavy armour should be able to so Trant hadn't even seen his death coming.
"Anyone else?" I asked.
The defenders began to retreat as Arya came up to me.
"He was on my list," she told me.
Given that he was still alive this wasn't really an issue. He was bleeding out fast, but Arya had more than enough time to drive Needle into his neck so that he died sooner. After ending him Arya smiled at me, and I knew that later she was going to do something to thank me for this.
"I'm sure we can knock a few more people off your list if we hurry," I said.
We still needed to reach the throne room.
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Throne Room. The Red Keep.
For the woman called Margaery Tyrell, it seemed as if the whole world was suddenly collapsing around her. It had been such an easy thing for Margaery to manipulate the little boy who until today had ruled the Seven Kingdoms. Far, far easier than it had been with Joffrey. It had only been three weeks after the death of King Joffrey and about two weeks after Tommen's official coronation that they'd gotten married.
Tommen and Margaery had been officially declared husband and wife, and Margaery became the queen and when her mother in law had been murdered she'd become the real power behind the throne. Everything she'd ever wanted from life had then been within her grasp, and all of a sudden it was falling apart.
The invaders were supposed to still be camped outside of the city, and while the dragons could have laid waste to Kings Landing so far they'd remained at a distance, and this had seemed to be a mistake as the armies of the Reach would already be on their way as would the Lannister force which had been occupying the Riverlands ever since the Blackwish had been able to retake Riverrun. Not that he'd held it for long.
Since the dragons hadn't burned down anything it had looked as if the Targaryen queen would try to lay siege to the city as Stannis had done some years ago, only somehow the invaders had entered the Keep without warning and even now they were making their way to the throne room. Tommen did his best to look calm as he remained sitting in the Iron Throne and as his loving wife she remained at his side, she could tell how scared the boy was.
Thankfully her brother Loras Tyrell, who'd been forced to remain in the Keep for some time due to trouble with the Faith, was able to organise the defence having kept many of the men of the Reach back while mostly sending the Lannister men to die first. A clever move that would strengthen the position of House Tyrell should they prevent the invaders from taking the Keep. Not that this seemed likely.
"THUS RO DAH!"
The man doors to the throne room came crashing down, killing or at least disabling several knights and guardsmen in the process. Then the leader of this invading force entered the throne room, and while he was not a massive man like the Mountain That Rides he had a presence about him, an aura of power. This warrior who must have been the one to break down the doors had to be the Dragon Knight, the magic-user who wore the bones of a dead dragon as armour and carried a flaming sword into battle.
He didn't carry a flaming sword as far as Margaery Tyrell could see, rather, he carried two Valyrian steel swords, one in each hand, and while many noble houses had ancestral sword only the royal family had two such weapons, Widow's Wail, that Tommen had on his person and Oathkeeper that belonged to Jaime Lannister, who'd died some time ago, and that sword was out there somewhere. No noble House that she'd ever heard of had a warrior who used two such weapons. That spoke of great wealth and power.
As if to test the power of this man one of the Knights of the Reach foolishly charged at the Lord of Dragonstone
"IIZ SLEN NUS!"
The knight became frozen in place, quite literally and while it turned out that the young man hadn't been frozen solid, instead of having been encased in ice, this hardly mattered since the Dragonborn, as he was also known, removed the head of the foolish knight.
"Ser Gregor Clegane, Slay him!" ordered Tommen.
The man who'd once known as the Mountain That Rides had become something else since his duel with the Red Viper of Dawn, strode towards the Lord of Dragonstone, acting as if he didn't have a care in the world or any fear of the Dragonborn, and perhaps he didn't. If any knight in the Seven Kingdoms could stop the champion of Daenerys Targaryen it would be Clegane.
As for the Dragonborn, he handed over his two swords to his followers and then stepped forward to meet Clegane. As he moved the warrior removed a large sword from a scabbard on his back that was meant to be used two-handed. This weapon did have something magical about it, and while the weapon was not covered in flames like the swords used by Thoros of Myr, there was something fiery within it and the blade seemed to be made from a bone from a massive creature, dragonbone most likely was what Margaery Tyrell thought on the matter.
Everyone else wisely gave the two warriors plenty of room to work with as they swung their massive blades in an attempt to take each other's lives and when the Mountain lost his helmet everyone saw what the knight had become.
"A monster" a woman of noble blood called out.
Clegane didn't react to any of that he kept trying to end the Dragonborn only for the invader to block or dodge every blow.
"Kil the monster!" a man called out.
Margaery Tyrell didn't know what it was, but there was something about the Dragon Knight that made him seem like the proper one to route for even if had come here to overthrow a dynasty she belonged to. Clegane's appearance certainly didn't help and while Margaery herself was well-liked the same couldn't be said for Tommen who many worried would take after his thankfully dead older brother.
Not that this looked to be a concern for much longer as the Dragonborn removed one of Clegane's arms and while this didn't slay whatever creature it was that Clenage had become, it did render him unable to block any further strike and the Dragon Knight soon hacked him into pieces in an impressive display of strength.
"If anyone else here wants to die," Gothic said, "Then step forward, and I'll send you to the afterlife".
No one decided to accept this offer, not after what they'd just seen happen, at least not until the Dragonborn got close to the throne, and then her brother Loras moved between the Lord of Dragonstone and the king. However, he was protecting his sister.
"Margaery run!" he ordered.
"Stupefy," said the Dragonborn
A bolt of red light left the sorcerer's hand and Loras dropped the ground.
"He's not dead," said the spellcaster.
Without saying a word Tommen got up from the thrown and then presented Widow's Wail to the Dragonborn, signalling his surrender.
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Throne Room. The Red Keep.
As planned I'd taken this castle for Daenerys and she'd planted her sexy butt on the Iron Throne, just as I wished her to, and assuming that we could hold the city this was the start of her rule. Currently, the throne room was a bustle of activity, and not because Dany was holding court, but because she was having the throne room restored to its proper appearance. Soon the skulls of dragons would line this hall once more. When the work had been done lords and ladies from all over Westeros would come here to see their empress be crowned.
For now, we had other matters to deal with, Daenerys's army held the capital, but the city could soon come under siege if the armies of Highgarden and Casterly Rock marched here with the intent of retaking what they had lost. If they did then Dany would have to use her dragons to burn them, but it might be possible to force them to surrender since we had Tommen and Margaery as hostages.
"Gothic I'm giving you Margaery Tyrell to keep as a hostage," the Mother of Dragons let me know "I want you to keep her on Dragonstone we'll need her as a bargaining chip, a reason for the Tyrell's to behave. If they rebel I'll have her executed".
And like Myrcella she'd serve me as a little more than a sex slave, not that intended to treat Margaery as such. Myrcella and I had come to an agreement before I'd left Dragonstone, and we even had a magically binding contract thanks to magic from the wizarding world. I didn't have to do much to met my end so it wasn't a burden.
Perhaps the now-former queen could be convinced to sign her own contract. Margaery was far more dangerous Myrcella, way more ambitious, and she had some cunning, if she'd ever been spent to Hogwarts then Margaery Tyrell would have for sure been sorted into Slytherin.
"She's a sly one that Tyrell woman" I warned my lover "She knows how to manipulate men, to get them to do what she wants".
Dany didn't seem worried.
"That's why I'm entrusting her to you, my champion," she said.
A bit of an insult to call me that in front of the two men who made up her Queensguard, but to be fair I'd championed her cause more than anyone else.
"Do with her what you wish, just keep her in line" I was instructed "and take her soon as I need you to make an example of Casterly Rock. It will be vulnerable with the Lannister armies marching here and destroying the castle will send a clear message to the other houses".
That was the ancestral stronghold of House Lannister. It is located on the Western coast of Westeros on a rocky promontory overlooking the Sunset Sea. According to legend, Casterly Rock was founded and held by House Casterly after its founder slew a pair of fearsome lions that lived in the gold-filled subterranean cave where the castle would be built upon. They were hoodwinked into giving the Rock to Lann the Clever, a legendary trickster and ancestor of House Lannister, thousands of years ago, during the Age of Heroes.
Casterly Rock overlooked the major city of Lannisport. A major goldmine is located under Casterly Rock. It is one of the most productive in the realm and provides House Lannister with their wealth, or it had until the mines had run dry, this was part of why I needed Yara to send me ore from the iron mines as there were no other major gold mines in the Seven Kingdoms and the dwarves, who might be able to find more gold, were too busy fortifying the North to start digging around.
"By example you mean?" I asked.
I had a feeling that I already knew.
"Loot it for everything of worth and then burn it down" Dany ordered "Take Yara with you her Reavers know how to plunder a castle and we need the Lannister's wealth. Let the Ironborn know that since the Westerlands are not under my protection that I will forgive any raping and reaving just this once, but for no more than a single day and only within Casterly Rock. Lannisport is to be left alone. Gothic, I trust you not to let things get out of hand".
Myrcella would not be happy to hear about this, but if I kept her brother alive she'd love me for it, as for the Ironborn, I didn't like the idea of unleashing them on the people who just worked with the castle, but Casterly Rock was the seat of Lannister power and as such needed to be brought down, and we needed to humble that House.
"What about Tommen?" I asked.
Dany didn't need time to think about this.
"Once he has denounced any claim he has to the throne on behalf of himself and his family I'll let him join the Maesters," she said to me "The Wall is more traditional but I know already that some of his bannermen will be sent there and I don't want them to have someone to rally around".
Tommen wasn't a warrior, but I'd heard from his sister that he did well in lessons so it would be better for him and it would show the nobles that while Dany would unleash hell on her foes that she was also capable of mercy.
"Can I take Tommen to Dragonstone for a few days?" I asked, "To visit with his sister?".
The magical contract Myrcella had signed would ensure her good behaviour, but it wouldn't force to be nice to me. So my thinking involved making it seem as if the only reason her baby brother was still breathing came down to me, and this wasn't really a lie since I'd been the one to suggest the Citadel in the first place, and Myrcella's gratitude for my efforts would greatly endear her to me. Add to that me bringing her brother to visit her rather than let him stew in a cell and she'd become at least somewhat devoted to me.
"I'll grant them three days" her Grace allowed "Now go, and take your Blades and Yara's reavers with you. I want Casterly Rock burning before Tommen returns".
Burning down Myrcella's ancestral home might not sit well with her, however, I could rightly pin the blame for that on Dany, a little naughty of me, but I wanted my collection of girls to be happy if only so they'd put effort into making me happy.