I do not own the "World Of Ice And Fire", this is just for fun

This chapter will also have a little time skip.

And a little insight of The Freehold Politics.

High Valyrian: Italic

Low Valyrian: Bold

Bastard Valrian: Underline

Qartheen: All

It had been months since the death of Lohan, the body alongside his'nephew's' had been sent back, accompanied by a dozen Qartheen captives who were loyal to Lohan.

For the past months, The remaining Valyrian army that Draeden had left behind at Lhazosh had merged with the main host of Chief Commander Renlor Rexagon at the Lhazareen keep of Olta Drogaki, The lord of the keep had been reduced to ashes at the 'Pyre of Selchar'. It was what the men had called the battle, since it had been centuries since a dragon had appeared on a battlefield,

they found it amusing that since the Qartheen had not prepared themselves for dragon fire, they might as well tie themselves

on pyres and lit themselves up on fire.

The Freehold army then demanded all remaining Lhazareen lords or their widowed wives to head to Olta Drogaki to swear fealty to the freehold, in exchange they would keep their seat. If they do not, they will lose their seat and their lives forfeit.

The people will not be enslaved as their patron of this conquest, house Draeterys, didn't want people to be enslaved. Not that Draeden's family consider themselves too 'noble' to do this dirty work but they felt disgusted by what other houses do to their slaves.

Anyway, most of the remaining Lhazareen lords and ladies that had remained in their keeps during the battle had decided to bend the knee to the freehold. That is because most of their fighting men are either dead or burned to ashes. Although the main reason was that they are all too scared to face the dragons.

The remaining lords and ladies were, 'greeted' by the sight of three dragons and an army at their doorstep. They immediately bent the knee. But of course, there are those who were not willing to bend the knee .Unfortunately, examples must be made, and much to his frustration Draeden was the executioner. He had burned 4 Lhazareen stone keeps to the ground. Rocks melted, the land charred, their inhabitants reduced to the wind...After that the others soon bent the knee albeit reluctantly.

But the bright side is that they're now entering the Qartheen land, and will be encountering their first Qartheen town.

The town is located on the coast of the summer sea. The town is called Makhrosh, a town situated in the middle of the trade route both by the sea and land.

As the army entered the borders of the land, the weather that accommodated the Red Waste to the north-east was starting to get to the men. They had started sweating profusely and had kept to the water springs. But alas they had arrived at the town gates.

Draeden and Commander Renlor went ahead with a flag of truce in hand. If possible, they would really like to take the place without lifting a single sword. As commander Renlor once said, 'it is best to avoid conflict when possible'. Back then Draeden didn't really understand, he probably knew why back then, to save as many lives of their own as possible. But, it is war, it is an even more conflicting thought to avoid conflict in the middle of a conflict. But back then during the Dothtraki incursions when he had tasted his first battle, he understood why...

If there is a way to avoid so much death and destruction before it had occurred, then it is best to take it. Even if you're the aggressor in the war, there is still a way. For example, offer them terms of surrender in return of not disturbing their lives. But should they refuse and conflict can't be avoided there is a different tactic to approach but similar in nature with the philosophy of avoiding conflict. If the enemy forces are stronger than yours, then it is best to not engage them but wait until an opportunity arises or when their numbers have dwindled. By doing so we will be facing a weaker enemy instead of a stronger one.

But in the case of this war, Draeden had been hiding his trump card for a long time. Which are the dragons. Ever since he began serving with Commander Renlor after repelling the Dothraki when they were raiding in Freehold lands, he joined the freehold army in their efforts of chasing them farther from the freehold territories, Draeden had disguised himself as a lesser freehold lordling and hid his dragons out of enemy sight the entire time of the persuit . Which is an incredible feat mind you. The large dragons and one of the the size of a mountain is not easy to hide.

Commander Renlor being a brilliant commander and strategist as he is had suggested it so that the dragons would be an element of surprise. The trump card of the Freehold campaign on the east.

Draeden's attention was brought back to the town gates when it was opened to reveal a dozen riders bearing the purple of Qarth. They trotted until they were in front of both Draeden and Renlor. The silence between both parties was tense as the battle of gaze was occurring. 'They must have thought they would be able to intimidate us with a host of a dozen man while there are only the two of us.' Draeden thought amused. They haven't seen what Commander Renlor can do with that Poleaxe of his. And Draeden was quite confident with his skills if it was to come to blows.

Besides, Draeden has yet to show his hand.

IF something were to happen to them then the entire town would be burned into ashes.

The leader of the Qartheen riders then spoke.

"Greetings, I am Pureborn Dyat and Selected Mayor of Makhrosh, Governor of it's entitled lands, and head of The Pureborn House of Qar Maath." Ahhhh the Pureborns, the ruling houses of Qarth. The government system of Qarth is similar to The Valyrian Freehold but they are a bunch of houses who claimed that they are descendents of Ancient Kings and Queens of Qarth. But unlike the freehold, where the Dragonlords rule in supreme power, the Pureborns have to contend with merchant Princes, The Ancient Guild of Spicers and The Tourmaline Brotherhood.

The Pureborn continued. " I am here to 'welcome' you and your powerful army." Draeden and Renlor both raised an eyebrow and that, before they could question the slimy looking middle-aged man with milky white skin ' the typical milky-looking man of Qartheen' added. " I am willing to surrender the town and all it's entitled lands to your freehold...with only one condition."

Commander Renlor after hearing the translation quickly signaled the man to elaborate his 'condition' with a wave of his hand. It is obvious, Renlor is irritated, not just by the machinations of the treacherous slimy milk-man in front of him, but also the scorching heat. The Pureborn then stated, "If I am to be selected by the freehold as the Archon of Qarth, then I would even give you knowledge and support in your...conquest."

Commander Renlor thought for a moment and was about to nod his head when Draeden interrupted, "That is not ours nor your decision to make, but the Council of the Lord Freeholders, but your actions will be added in the consideration of the election." The Pureborn's face was as red as the scorching sun above them, and was about to protest when Draeden interrupted him" You are in no position to deny us as the surrender of this town is already in motion...whether you all survive or not." The red-faced Pureborn then responded after hearing the translation from the nearby diplomat."Is that a threat, huh boy !? you have no idea who you are messin-". He was once again interrupted this time, but not by Draeden, but by a screech above them. Dyat Qar Maath lifted his head up in horror and realised what he had heard from the reports weeks ago was true. Three large dragons circling above the city. The shadow cast by the largest of the three enveloped the entire town and the lands around it, including the place where they stood.

Dyat Qar Maath was starting to shake when the shadows covered where they stood. Draeden smirked and mentally urged for Jehiryez and Baneryz to land while Draxes continued to fly in a circle around the town to cast the large shadow and intimidate the Qartheen.

When Jehiryez and Baneryz both landed, the earth shook and their tough-armour-like scales clanked heavily. By now the Pureborn had fallen to the ground as his legs failed him while his retinue had run back into the town. Draeden and Renlor were amused by this and gave a smirk at the situation. Draeden then spoke in Qartheen instead of High Valyrian, "Peace, Pureborn Dyat of House Qar Maath, as long as me and my men are unharmed, the dragons will do nothing. As for your...request." The Pureborn then shook his head so intensely, Draeden and Renlor thought it would fall off. "No no, it is a foolish demand, WAIT ! no a request, please forgive me o' mighty dragon lord." Draeden then gave a genuine smile and reassured the Pureborn. "Your actions will be added into consideration, and you will be listed as a powerful candidate for the Archonage. We always reward loyal servants, Pureborn Dyat Qar Maath, for now the reward is this, but in the future you will be getting more, whether by coin or power, you have our word." Draeden finished and helped the Pureborn up from the ground. And This time he spoke in an Authoritative tone to the Pureborn and in High Valyrian, "Will you accept our terms and surrender your town to us and offer us hospitality for the time being, before we march off." Dyat immediately nodded and agreed. The next hour is the process of signing the agreement of surrenderinv by Chief Commander Renlor and Pureborn Dyat Qar Maath.

Near The Time of Dusk

Draeden is grateful, EXTREMELY GRATEFUL in fact, he is lying in the warm ornate baths in the even more ornate Manse that Pureborn Dyat Qar Maath had let them stay in.

It seems the man is eager to prove himself as an eager servant for the freehold. The tactic taught by his aunt-mother, Vaella back then was extremely useful. She had taught him that when giving rewards and punishment, the process must be justly given according to one's action. And when wanting to assert control over one that was freshly recruited, let him know about the rewards for loyalty and punishment for disloyalty. This would assert their dominance as their superior. And the rewards will drive and motivate them while the punishments will intimidate them from making mistake.

And now the former proud and mighty pureborn was now but a servant who wants to appease his current masters. But Draeden wasn't that stupid to not realise that he is just doing this to gain more power and influence. Draeden will be sure to keep an eye on him.

After feeling satisfied with the bath, Draeden climbed out of the Pool of warm water and dried himself up with a towel. After that Draeden dressed himself up in his best attire for the feast thrown by the Mayor Dyat Qar Maath to welcome the Freehold army. Draeden made his way to the hall to join in the feast. It had been a long time since Draeden had dressed in such fine attire, Draeden wore a black short-sleeved tunic embroidered with Gold, the tunic made of fine silk from Yi-Ti. Draped over his shoulder and torso was a cape worn on his right shoulder that draped down and secured to the left side of his waist by a leather belt. The cloak continues to drape down until above his ankle. The cape is made of fine gold and red silk that is made in an intricate pattern. His breeches are much plainer, coloured black tucked into his black boots that reached high above his ankles. He wore his ring that symbolises him as a member of house Draeterys on his left middle finger. The ring houses a red ruby which has magical properties according to Draeden's mother. The metal circle is made of Valyrian steel, and is covered with other little gemstones. The ring is shaped into a dragon's claws around the ruby.

On his other middle finger is a silver ring that represents the office of Vice Chief of Military and Expansion that Draeden currently holds.

His wavy, shoulder-length, sliver-blonde hair is let loose but a patch of it was braided.

Draeden walked into the hall and his titles were announced by an announcer at the entrance of the hall. Surprisingly, In High Valyrian. " Vice Commander Draeden of House Draeterys, Dragonlord, Rider of the Flying Flame, Draxes, the Brightest flame, Jehiryez and the Scorching Flame, Baneryz." That turned the attention of the hall to Draeden, It took all his will to not duck from the entire attention of the hall.

As Draeden descended the stairs to the hall, his boot's footsteps echoed in each step he took. Before he could even make his final step onto the floor of the hall, Dyat Qar Maath immediately went to greet him," Greetings, young commander, welcome. Please enjoy the feast, my halls are at your disposal. I am beyond honoured to have your great presence in my home." The man spoke with a bow, the bow was so low that Draeden could swear he heard a few cracks. Draeden nodded and thanked him for his hospitality with his husky and gentle voice he used when socialising. He went up to the table that seated his fellow comrades. His comrades greeted him quickly and went back to their gawking on the unusually many serving girls that served the drinks. His superior officer greeted him "Greetings boy, enjoying getting your heels kissed every step you take." Commander Renlor japed, and earned a smile from Draeden. Draeden continued to chat with Commander Renlor, about what their next move would be. And nothing other than that. Draeden would've spoken to the commanders near his age but unfortunately they don't have much in common. And Draeden had always been lonely ever since he was a child. He didn't have any other siblings, but his relationship with his family is extremely close. But his status as the future Lord Freeholder of one the most powerful houses in Valyria and the constant and vicious infighting in Valyria had made Draeden take his responsibilities seriously. After learning the situation from his tutor about the Freehold, it unnerved him when he was but a little boy. Ever since then he has doubled his study efforts and time on skills of arms. And unfortunately it had sacrificed his time in making friends. He is extremely charming and diplomatic, that part no one would doubt. But charming and diplomacy was different from getting to know someone and vice versa. He knew how to appease someone, but he can't feel himself being appeased by someone.

His attention was taken by Dyat Qar Maath when he asked for everyone's attention.

"Friends, my esteemed friends, today we welcome the arrival of The Valyrian Freehold's army and all their men, with them. After this conquest they shall bring riches and prosperity to all of Qarth. A toast, To The Freehold." After the announcer has translated for them, everyone echoed "To The Freehold."

After the arse kissing, the food was served. Chicken, roasted with honey, Mutton cooked with rare spices. And a steak and kidney pie.

Instead of bread they served rice from Yi-Ti, it is cooked with saffron and aromatic spices. Draeden had some before back in Valyria, but his mother Aella did not like them, saying their texture is weird. Honey wine, spiced wine, ale and other drinks were served by 'serving girls'. They showed too much of their skin to be normal serving girls.

After a few rounds of drinks, several of his comrades have already had some serving girls on their laps. Groping, teasing, and flirting was all happening around him. Draeden drank milk instead of wine to keep his senses sharp. He never drank wine as he preferred keeping his senses sharp at all times.

Draeden's Otherworldly beautiful mismatched eyes and face had attracted many attention from many women, married and unmarried, serving girls and noble women. But Draeden paid most of them no mind except for polite pleasantries. But one did take his interest though. A merchant's daughter, Draeden seemed to recall her name as CYTERIA, although she isn't as pretty as some of the women in the hall, her confidence and wit amused Draeden. He remembers her saying, " I heard you have a 'dragon' , and I have a 'little cat', I'm sure if we let them play my cat will squeeze your dragon dry...his stamina I mean." That earned a few gasps around them. Perhaps he would entertain her tonight. Draeden doesn't typically accept a woman's advances. Only after long campaigns. Draeden still remembered his first battle. How he felt after his first kill. A Dothraki horse savage. After the battle, Draeden was sure that he emptied all the contents in his stomach that he ate that morning. The smell and gore was too intense for the 13 year old boy...in fact it was too intense for everyone who had their first taste of battle that day, well...except for those mad ones. After throwing up his breakfast on one of the dead bodies that was littered literally everywhere on the battlefield , all Draeden could feel the next few weeks was how filthy he was after taking human lives.

That was until after returning back to a Valyrian town where Commander Renlor sent three whores to Draeden. That was an...interesting experience to say the least. But Draeden was confused as to why the shrewd Chief Commander that restricted entrance of the whores and other non important people into the camp sent some whores to him. By using the knowledge he read from some 'books about romance' when he was curious about the subject. He used everything on his body from his fingers to his tongue and a lot of asking them questions about how they feel, and being guided by the experienced women like the inexperienced boy he was. Eventually he left the three women panting heavily and still-quivering from the ordeal.

After that he went and asked about why Commander Renlor did so. He explained that

"After one had turned warm bodies into cold bodies, one needs the soothing and comfort of another warm body to keep one's self sane...well specifically the green boys like you". Renlor being an experienced soldier himself didn't need to do so and stayed faithfully to his wife. Later after each campaign had ended and had found a good company, Draeden will go for it. After burning the Lhazareen castles down with its inhabitants inside, only gods know how much he needs it.

Turning his attention back to reality, Draeden turned his head and searched for Cyteria with his mismatched eyes. After he found her sitting with a group of what Draeden presumed to be her friends sitting together, he went up and made his way towards her.

"By the gods, he has a body like a god!" The group giggled at what the girl spoke. "Hmmmm oh if only he actually replied to my flirts instead of the pleasantries I got." The group of girls giggled like the maiden girls they were NOT. "But Cyteria got a reaction from him, he actually chuckled at that." Cyteria's milky white face is reddened at that.

The group giggled but immediately stopped when the man they were talking about approached. They had to control themselves really hard to not fuss that he is here at their table. And the Young Dragon, Draeden said"Excuse me, my ladies If I may, I would like to have a word alone with Lady Cyteria." Immediately their gaze fell upon said 'lady'. But all Cyteria could say through her o'shaped mouth was"What?" The Dragonlord smiled and said"I apologize if it was indecent of me to ask you that question. My lady." Cyteria immediately regained her wits, well...some of them at least replied"Oh No No, I- I- am n-n-no." Her friends had to stifle their laughter at the sight of their not-so-maiden friend acting like a blushing maiden.Cyteria then finally said" Oh you flatter me my lord, but I am no lady, My father is only a merchant who has dealings with the Pureborns....And yes my lord, I would like to talk to you as well."

Draeden offered his arm to Cyteria, and she literally clung onto it, pressing her bare breast from the Qartheen Gown that she wore close to Draeden's body. Cyteria wondered if the Valyrians would think them odd, wearing a dress that reveals a side of their breast. If her current partner thought it odd, he did not voice it. They went to a balcony that was connected to the hall. On the way Cyteria took note of the looks of outrage and envy directed to her by other 'suitors' of Draeden. Only her friends smiled at her.

After arriving at the balcony, Draeden spoke first. "I apologize for interrupting you, my Lady-" Cyteria then cut him off and said " You don't have to keep calling me 'My Lady', just call me Teria, my friends call me that". Draeden gave another one of his DREAMY smiles again. "Oh I'm your friend now am I?"

Cyteria then bit her lip and winked"Oh you can be more". Draeden blinked at that and asked "Wait, you speak High Valyrian??" Cyteria gave him a nod and told him"Indeed, my father used to take me to Valyria when he had business there, and I somehow picked up the language." Cyteria smirked at the impressed look given to her by Draeden."Very Impressive, Teria." He said her nickname like one would say when longing for a lover. He then suggests with that dreamy, husky and gentle voice of his. "Teria, I really enjoyed your company tonight, would you like to join me for a glass of wine or two in my assigned chambers. I would really APPRECIATE it if you would accompany me, perhaps a REWARD would be given to you if you come."

Draeden was now Very, VERY close to Cyteria, she wonders how in the hells did she even landed this man. His voice stirred something inside of her. His flame-like mismatched eyes only brought out his Valyrian beauty and draw her deeper into his words. All she could do now was nod. Draeden gave her an extremely seductive grin and said"Don't keep me waiting now." Before he left he gave her cheek a kiss that was so close to her lips, he basically kissed the corner of her lips. That left a stunned Cyteria standing until her friends went over and asked her what he said.

Draeden is standing in his robes by the window. The robe covers the lower half of his body, covering from his lean waist to his feet.

A knock from the door alerted the Dragonlord, he informed the knocker to" Come in." with his gentle and husky voice. He stayed where he was looking at the sky through the window. His hair flowing as the wind caressed his silver-blonde strands.

The door opens and enters the woman he had been waiting for.

Cyteria nervously opened the door and inside reveals Draeden in his robes. His GLORIOUS torso showing. He had literally taken her breath in that robe. The room was lit by the candles and the fire from the hearth. He slowly turns his gaze towards Cyteria. His gentle smile on his face. Cyteria hadn't changed from her Qartheen Gown, revealing her left breast. Her body is a petite form, her curves not obvious, breast isn't full. Her face is not as pretty and attractive as the other fair maidens in the hall tonight. But one plus that she owns was her full and round buttocks.

But she still has no idea how she had landed the Dragonlord in front of her. The man in question only stood a few lengths shorter than the door frame, his shoulders broad, not too wide like a brute, but just wide enough to assume he is a god incarnate. His chest is wide, strong and BIG, perfect for any girl to lie on. And his core, the stomach, by the GODS! Chiseled eight packs of hard muscles earned from the training yards. The defined muscles at the flanks are even more GLORIOUS. By now, Cyteria is already extremely excited but also felt timid under his gaze.

He walked gently towards her until he stood right in front of her. 'GODS!!! I can smell his smoky scent'. Thought Cyteria, she gulped as his scent stirred something primal deep inside her. She looked up and gazed into his eyes. The one on his left is a red orb, protected by a gold rim that seems to glow in the dark. On the right, the lilac coloured orb is also protected by a golden rim that seems to glow. Those eyes drawing her in like gazing into the flames, she could stare into it for a long, long time.

His hands reached up and cupped Cyteria's heart-shaped cheeks. Draeden looks back into her eyes as well. The grey eyes reflected his own. 'How did the hell did I end up with him' thought Cyteria AGAIN. And how the hells was he able to make her feel like a blushing maiden! He then spoke for the first time since she entered the room."You came." That voice, that soft, gentle and husky music once again stirred something deep, DEEP inside her! Before Cyteria could respond however, he brought his lips close to her own, almost brushing their lips at each other. He then asked "May I?" All Cyteria could do at the moment was nod. Then his lips are on hers.

Cyteria couldn't think of anything as she stuck her tongue into his warm and wet mouth first. Earning a masculine hum from him. His tongue caressed hers while he reached behind her and pulled her closer. She can feel his strong and firm arm around her. She had been gawking at those strong, defined and powerful arms of his ever since the feast, the short-sleeved tunic definitely gave her a good sight.

Cyteria moaned softly while unconsciously gyrating her hips slowly into his hips and felt his manhood. He then reached for her pale-blonde hair and gently caressed the silky strands. Cyteria's own hand reached around him to feel his strong naked back.

She can feel every single muscle on his back. The passionate kiss they are sharing never broke when Draeden's hand went and cupped her bare breast, left naked because of the Qartheen gown. Realising that she still has her orange gown on her, her hand immediately reaches behind her to undo the laces. During that moment they broke the kiss to resupply their shortened breath. As they part their lips, a trail of saliva lingers that connects their lips. But they didn't notice as Draeden reached behind Cyteria to help on her laces. Cyteria never stopped gyrating her hips against his all this time and she finally stopped when her gown fell and pooled around her feet.

Now both her breasts are naked for Draeden to admire, although they are small, they are petite and their shape is lovely. As they were catching their breath, Cyteria lay on Draeden's chest while standing. Cyteria felt Draeden's hand slid around and held her closely. Causing Cyteria's stomach to press on his manhood. Curious, Cyteria snakes her hands down to try and get a hold on his size.

Cyteria gasped and leaned back to examine his member. Although his manhood is LARGE, it is not that large that would hurt a normal-sized woman. But Cyteria is built smaller than normal. She should have expected this, considering her partner's build. She would have to ask him to be gentle.

Cyteria was brought out of her thoughts when she was gently lifted off the floor and laid on her back on the feather bed. He then climbed on top of her and started to re-engage their passionate kiss. She wanted to stop him before he impaled her into two, but before she could, he crawled southward while still on top of her. Giving gentle little kisses and nibbles on his way down that sent pleasuring shivers down her spine, he stopped when he arrived in front of her Forbidden Rose between and connected her two thighs. His calloused yet gentle hand rested on top of her thighs, he looked up at her, his mismatched eyes that only brought out his beauty stared into her own and smirked. She was confused as to why he was down there. She was about to ask before a sharp gasp from her took her voice.

Draeden pressed his lips onto the entrance of her rose giving her gentle kisses first. Cyteria had never felt something like this.

His lips on her entrance gave her small kisses. He then spread the rose with his finger and gave it a gentle lick. That shot a quivering pleasure through her entire body. She had never experienced anything like this, no one had ever done this to her. When she thought it couldn't be even more intense, Draeden stuck his finger in the forbidden rose and assaulted the little nub on her rose with his lips and tongue.

Cyteria grabbed onto Draeden's silky silver hair while she neared her release. Giving out moans and mewls as she was lost in the passion given to her by her precious partner.

Moments later, Draeden's mouth was still on her rose and he delivered her to her release and Cyteria gave a passionate moan.

"Oh...*huff* ...Drae...*huff...den..." She moaned his name while panting heavily and still shaking slightly from her release. Draeden wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand and rested beside Cyteria, an arm around her and his other cupping her cheeks, his body facing her as he laid on his side. He caressed her cheeks and rubbed his palm in a circle on her shoulder with his other hand while she lays on the feather bed on her back and trying to recover from her release, Draeden accompanied her the entire time by her side.

Slowly, but surely, Cyteria's breathing slowly regained and Draeden hummed when she looked at him with her grey eyes. "Where did you learn to do that?" Cyteria asked him in High Valyrian. Draeden replied, " Hmmm, a man must have his secrets." But before she could protest his refusal to answer, he climbed on top of her and gave her a gentle kiss and asked in Qartheen" May I"? Cyteria nodded her head while biting her lower lip and spread her legs for him. Draeden took her thighs with his left hand and caressed her thighs, while his right hand caressed the pale milky white skin of her face. He then gave her another passionate kiss, his tongue caressing hers as well. After a while he buried his face in the crook of her neck and gave her sweet kisses that will no doubt leave marks tomorrow. Cyteria gasped as Draeden's stem kissed the entrance of her rose. Draeden rose from the crook of her neck and looked at her, his beautiful mismatched eyes glimmered in anticipation," I'll be gentle I promise."

Cyteria gave him a nod while licking her lips, while also looking down to where his member rests, the veins of his stem are now pulsing as he is eager to be joined with the rose. His manhood, the stem has a glorious curve that would no doubt hit all the right places of her rose. Draeden lined his bulging stem to the entrance of her rose, he slowly and gently entered his tip in her, earning a gasp from Cyteria, Draeden gave her lips a loving peck and caressed her heart-shaped face with his right hand, while his left caressed her waist in a gentle manner.

Draeden then requested, voice only above a whisper "Inform me when you want more, I'll enter slowly." Breathless, Cyteria nodded,"More, just a little more." Draeden then slowly inserts more of his length, while gently and slowly pumping in and out, so that she could get used to his length. Draeden grinned as he found out Cyteria is not a maiden, but Draeden had expected this to be the case and he didn't mind. Soon, Cyteria asked for more and more, and Draeden accommodated her each request. Then finally, she was truly filled by him . And the rose was finally whole, joined together with the stem. He was not entirely in her, but he didn't mind. He stared into her eyes, both eyes filled with lust and passion. Their faces are both red from the passion and heat of each other. He then moved his hips slowly and passionately, while also making sure he didn't hurt her. Going in and out slowly.

He earned moans and mewls from Cyteria underneath him. He gave her a passionate kiss, and their movements with a rhythm accelerated after a while. "Ohhhh, Teria, sweet, sweet Teria." whispered Draeden into her ear, Cyteria returned a whisper of her own. "Ohhh,...*huff* ...my...*dragon...*huff*"

They don't need any more words between them, as words can't explain what they are feeling, instead they acted to show how much they wanted each other as they craved and clawed at each other as their passion grew to pull each other closer. Their bodies tangled in each other. Their legs tangled with each other, toes curling at each other. Skin Glistened with their sweat and fluids. Their faces on each other, sometimes on the neck or below it.

The sound of their passionate moaning, panting and grunts were mixed together with the sound of contact between skin and flesh slapping against each other. While the wet sloshing sound further increases their passion. Cyteria drove her hips up into his everytime Draeden drove his hips to bury his cock into her, connecting him and her.

Cyteria clutches Draeden's silver-gold hair as he connects hips lips to her breasts and nipples. While driving his manhood into her at the same time. Soon they went even faster driving each other closer to their release. Cyteria threw her head back against the pillow, but her hands still clutched at Draeden's hair, her body shook as she reached her release with a shaky moan again. Draeden stopped to let her recover while giving gentle yet passionate pecks on her face and neck. His manhood is still buried in her.

After Cyteria recovered from her climax, she nodded to motion Draeden to continue, he smiled and gave her a passionate kiss, his tongue caressing the warm wall of her mouth. But this time however, Draeden slipped both his arms into her back, propping her up. While he rested his weight on his elbows. He lowered his body until his muscular chest was resting on top of hers, and his lean and muscular abdomen on her stomach. Cyteria's red face had gotten even redder at the contact of his fair skin to her pale white skin. The room was already hot, from both the fire roaring in the hearth, and their lust, and passion as it burned hotter than the fire.

He then started moving, gently after her recent climax. His manhood slid in and out of her, his wide and strong chest caressing the skin of her petite breast in each pump he gave her. His abdomen is warming her core for her next release. Soon the two bodies were clashing at each other in full speed, The passion, pleasure and lust fueled by them both, burned hotter and brighter that the roaring fire the hearth, the clapping of their flesh, the wet sound of their connected members and moaning pushing each other closer to their release.

Cyteria, didn't even bother to keep her volumes of her moans in check at that point, his length had made sure to hit all the spots that made her lose control of herself. If she felt the pain inflicted by his large manhood, she either ignored it or there wasn't even pain in the first place. For the pleasure brought by the curve of his length blinded her senses by caressing all the sweet spots in her. Soon she was near her release again, but this time she felt it would be much more intense.

Draeden grunts as he felt his manhood was almost filled to the brim, he will soon release, there is no doubt about that, he looked at Cyteria's face, their face brushing at each other, her eyelids closed tightly and her heavy panting indicates she is near as well. Draeden smiles, perhaps they will be releasing together.

Soon his heavy panting quickened, as did Cyteria, Draeden held ber body closer until her flesh squeezed against the strong muscles of his torso. Draeden buried his mouth in hers as he felt his release coming. Between kisses, Cyteria could feel his pulsing length, "Inside of me, I have moon tea." After hearing those words, Draeden put all his focus on her instead of thinking to pull out. Soon they released simultaneously , her rose clenched his cock to squeeze him clean of his seed. Draeden bursted his seed into her at the contact with a grunt, Cyteria moaned loudly with satisfaction and shook intensely at the contact of his hot seed coating her insides mixing with her climax. He then collapsed on her as he emptied his seed into her.

They stayed that way for a moment with arms around each other, their heavy breathing accompanying them. Then Cyteria was surprised when Draeden held her closer after he rolled to the side, Cyteria then returned his warmth by snuggling up into him. No one has ever held Cyteria like that after their physical activities. The dragon was the first to do so. She would GLADLY stay cuddled up to him the entire night, but she still has to brew her moon tea, using all her willpower, she broke the cuddle and made the effort to stand. It was a difficult task after their exerting activity, it had left her legs shaking and weak. Draeden reluctantly released her and asked in Qartheen" Must you leave me so early?" Cyteria gave her a sultry smile and answered in High Valyrian."Of course not my Dragon, I'm still not done with you yet. But the moon tea must be brewed, unless you want some surprises after you return from your conquest." Draeden let out a smile. Cyteria hobbled over to her gown that pooled on the floor and retrieved a pack that contains the pregnancy preventing moon tea, she added the contents into the pot atop of the roaring fire in the hearth.

Cyteria sat by the chair to rest her weak legs, Draeden still naked walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders and gave them a message. After the moon tea was done, she drank the contents but left some as reserve and went back to the bed with her partner to continue the night. They've tried almost every position they know of that night, from Cyteria on her hands and knees and Draeden behind her with his hands on her hips to Draeden lying on his back and Cyteria on top of him riding her 'Dragon'.

Cyteria's boast about 'squeezing the dragon dry with her cat' was proved to be false, when dawn came and Draeden had left her passed out and heaving, her rose between her thighs wet and filled with Draeden's seed, she had barely managed to gulp the last cup of moon tea before passing out.

A week later, a messenger sent from Valyria was there to meet Commander Renlor and Draeden. Their plans to continue their conquest would be delayed after this message would be delivered. "What! a Grand Freehold Council? We just had one half a year ago." The Grand Council half a year ago had given Renlor the green light to Expand towards the East, but the Lord Freeholders refused to support the campaign. Only Draeden's father, Lord Freeholder Marion, High Dragonlord of House Draeterys would be willing to support the campaign, since it was Draeden's idea to invade the east. Draeden believed that the other Lord Freeholders will not support the conquest, as they were using their own supplies and were busy in their own campaign to gain more power and influence from each other. And unfortunately, Draeden was right, No one except his house had supported the conquest.But it gave their house more power, as House Draeterys would own most of the holdings of the newly conquered lands other than house Rexagon, Renlor's house. House Rexagon had been House Draeterys' most staunchest supporters since his ancestors had elevated house Rexagon into a Freeholder House after their efforts in helping Draeden's ancestor, Marlaeris leading the ground armies against the Rhoynar. During the Second Spice War.

The messenger then said to Renlor "Indeed my Lord Freeholder, but High Keeper of the Flames, Baenor has used his right as high keeper to call The Grand Freehold Council." The Grand Freehold Council is a council that is usually held annually to determine the affairs of the Freehold. The meeting will be held until the affairs are settled. All the Lord Freeholders can attend, from High Dragonlords, to lowly Lord Freeholders that only owns a shop or two. For the ambitious ones it is the best place to gain power.

And the Ten High Dragonlords and Grand Keeper of the Fourteen Flames have the right to call a Grand Council Meeting other than the annual ones. They can only call the meeting once in a lifetime. So far, the old High Keeper is the only one to use this right. Other than his ancestors during the Ghiscari Wars and the Second Spice War.

Renlor nodded and said. " If the high keeper had called the Grand Council, then it must be important. The House Rexagon of the Freehold shall answer the call." The messenger nodded and delivered his next message to Draeden. "My Lord, your family has summoned you to return to the Fourteen Towers immediately, they say they have urgent business."

Draeden nodded and asked "Did they say why?" The messenger shook his head and left. Leaving Renlor and Draeden alone.

Renlor shook his head and said" It must be serious if The High Keeper of The Fourteen Flames has called for the meeting." Draeden nodded in agreement" I will prepare my Dragons for the journey, it seems our conquest must delay, commander". Renlor nodded and sighed "Unfortunately indeed, the Army will stay here, I will be travelling back to Valyria immediately." Draeden nodded and went out of the solar they were commandeering and went to find his dragons to load up his belongings and dried food and prepare the dragon saddle on them for the flight.

After finished preparing his three dragons, Draeden went to put on his armour. His Valyrian steel armour is full black, enchanted with some rubies that were mined from the fourteen flames that gave it more durability.

On the top of his helmet there is a patch of Red Silk that decorates his helmet. A dragon is also carved on top of the helm. The helmet's opening is T- shaped, able to protect his cheeks yet not block visibility. On the side of his helmet, behind his cheeks are the dragon wings but not too big to hinder his movement but big enough to remind people Draeden is a Dragon.

His Valyrian steel plate armour is carved with patterns similar to dragon scale. The pauldron on his shoulders has dragons carved into it made with Valyrian steel. The rest of his arm was well protected even with his elbows as well. His legs and knees were well protected as well with Valyrian steel armour. A Valyrian steel fauld protects his waist and hip as well, under the plate armour, Draeden wore a chainmail made with again, Valyrian steel. Because his full set of armour was made of Valyrian steel, it is extremely light to move in. And beneath the chainmail he wore boiled leather. Finally after finishing wearing his armour, Draeden took his finely crafted Valyrian black Gauntlet and made his way outside. He wore a shoulder cape, he wore it on the right side of his shoulder that drapes down on to his left waist, and held in place there with his sword belt. But unlike the cape he wore at the welcome feast, the cape was made with linen, and it only draped down above his knees, but the colour and pattern was similar to the one at the feast.

The reason he wore, the colour black, gold and red so much is because it is the colour of the flames from his house words. His family's words that was passed down for millennials of generations. The words are 'The Flames In Dark'. In the Freehold there are no Family words, but these words are, words of caution, advice and power that passes down from generation to generation.

His attention was taken by the group of Ladies walking towards him, Cyteria's friends had occasionally joined their activities, during the week here. Of course they were not maidens, and some of them have really queer fantasies, even for a Valyrian. But Draeden did as he was bid to satisfy his 'companions' Draeden walked towards them and stood in front of the group, towering over the group of women. and Cyteria spoke. " You're leaving."

It was a statement instead of a question.

Draeden answered "Indeed Teria, unfortunately it must be so." Cyteria nodded understandingly, as did her friends. "If fate allows, I will return." Draeden smiled and so did the group of women. They each gave Draeden a kiss on the cheek, some bolder ones kissed directly on his lips. Cyteria was the last to kiss him goodbye. She was wearing the same Qartheen Gown that she had worn that day. Draeden never understood, Qartheen fashion, leaving a breast bare for the world to see. Cyteria tipped her toe and pulled the tall Dragonlord for a deep kiss. Her friends giggled as Draeden returned the kiss.

After a long moment, Cyteria pulled away" Farewell, Drae, I will pray to all the gods for your safety." Draeden smiled and said " You are kind Teria, the gods will bless your future with good fortune." With that he walked towards his dragons and mounted one of them. He looked towards the group one last time and said" Farewell, my ladies, may the gods bless us so that we may meet once again." with that the dragons gave a deafening roar and flapped their strong wings and took to the sky in a blink of an eye, the strong winds flapped by the wings almost knocked everyone down.

And Draeden of House Draeterys is going home.

Next chapter, follow Draeden as he will be arriving in Valyria!! Hope you enjoyed this one

it was longer than I expected. The armour, is similar to the Daemon's armour in House of the Dragon but made entirely with Black Valyrian steel, and has a cape similar to how Tywin Lannister wore his cape on his shoulder. Till next time, My Lords and Ladies.