As he walked back to their side, carrying several bottles of expensive oils, he had to admire the effort the Wise Masters put into their council room. It reminded him of Baelish's brothel, and he suspected it was not an accident.
As he closed, he turned his attention back to his Queen. The latest one. Daenerys looked amazing as she leaned on the cushioned seat, her body just raised enough to reveal the side of her breasts without making it too excessive.
While he was walking, her silver-gold hair had been loosened from its war braids, falling in soft waves down her back.
Missandei sat across from her, on a chair, a half-burnt book open on her lap while she carefully flipped the first page. The tome was old, bound in cracked leather, its pages thin and yellowed.
It must be valuable.
Missandei started reading while Rohar stood behind Daenerys with his oil-covered hands hovering just above her shoulders, waiting. "May I start, my Queen?" he asked.
He'd learned early that touching a queen without permission was a quick way to earn their ire. They needed to believe that they were in control.
Daenerys glanced up at him over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with excitement that suggested a massage wouldn't be the end if he played his cards right.
Rohar let a hint of amusement reach his mouth. "As you command, my Queen." He pressed his hands to her back, caressing softly.
The moment he touched her back, he could feel the effect of Training Booster, the mysterious subtle feedback from his skills whenever he was on the right path, getting much stronger, the impact of it fascinating.
Daenerys moaned. "Wow, you weren't kidding when you said his touch is enough to bring down your underwear," she said as she looked at Missandei.
Missandei's gaze flicked toward her Queen, for the first time carrying anything other than pure worship. A faint disapproval colored her face as she said something in Valyrian, and Daenerys blushed as she switched as well, realizing she had used the wrong language.
Rohar caught Missandei's gaze and gave her a seductive smile, one that was devastatingly effective thanks to all the traits that enhanced his already decent looks. Missandei hid her reaction better, but he could see it was working.
Temptation to just push Daenerys down and take her was there, but he let his hands move gently. It helped that she actually needed the massage. She had invaded two cities in row, and while he didn't know exactly what happened, he knew enough that events before the invasion weren't exactly simple either.
He moved his thumbs into the ridge between neck and shoulder and felt Daenerys' breath hitch. "Better," she admitted, unaware that she was losing control slowly.
Too bad that with Missandei in the room, he had to be more patient than he preferred.
Speaking of it, Missandei was already translating the High Valyrian text from the book, which turned out to be the diary of an old Valyrian soldier, but not a noble one, recording his impressions of the dragon riders. It was surprisingly useful, as the soldier was clearly obsessed with dragons, and writing their movements and habits to an unhealthy degree.
More than enough to engage his Adept Taming skill. Not that he had any intention of revealing that. A problem that was solved that quickly was not a real problem. Ideally, he also wanted Daenerys to start having some more visible problems with her dragons before helping.
He still listened to Missandei, but his focus was on Daenerys' naked back. Rohar's hands moved lower, kneading down the shoulder blades.
"A dragon is neither horse nor hound. It is fire given teeth. It will obey only what it respects," Missandei muttered.
Daenerys' eyes remained closed. "Respect," she murmured. "They are my children. They respect me, but it's not enough."
Rohar said nothing, adjusting his pressure after he unraveled another knot, and started to add a little heat to the mixture.
Heat that found a dry forest where he touched. He didn't know just how long Daenerys had gone without a man's touch, but he guessed months at a minimum. Worse, unlike Sansa, who had never experienced it, she had been married before, and knew exactly what she had been missing.
He guided his hands to her lower back, and she moaned. She let out a shaky breath when his fingers reversed direction, dragging along her spine and awakening every nerve on his way before he started drawing slow circles on her shoulders.
"Harder," she murmured.
He obliged. After all, it was a royal command. He worked down her spine, fueling her desire even more. Once he reached the small of her back again, he eased the loose dress down just to give a glimpse of her small yet shapely ass, baring smooth skin to his touch. She did not stop him. Oil trickled to ruin her dress; his palms followed, disappearing under her dress to knead the firm globes until her hips shifted and she decided to lay completely.
Not before kicking her dress away.
It left her beautiful body naked, and he moved to caress her thighs, slowly driving her arousal higher. He was wondering whether it was time to escalate, when she suddenly spoke. "Enough!" she declared sharply.
He froze, shocked by the sudden shift. He had been sure that—
"On your back. I'm your Queen. It's time for you to learn who is in command," she declared.
He immediately lay on the cushioned seat she had abandoned. Meanwhile, Daenerys gave an order to Missandei, who reached behind him and tied his hands with a silk ribbon.
Rohar didn't need to fake his excitement at the change of pace. Especially not when Missandei pulled a dagger and cut his shirt and pants, leaving him naked.
It was very arousing. His cock stood to her attention, hard and ready to serve.
Daenerys rose like a goddess reclaiming her throne. She kicked her dress away and stood naked above him, her breasts high and proud, waist narrow, hips flaring into the elegant curve that could launch a thousand ships.
The silver-gold patch between her thighs was soaked, her inner thighs shining. She looked every inch the Mother of Dragons: fierce, untamed, utterly in control.
He loved it.
Daenerys stepped over him, one foot on either side of his hips. For a heartbeat she simply looked down, every bit of a queen surveying her conquest, then lowered herself. She took him in one smooth, deliberate motion, sinking until her ass rested against his thighs and he was buried to the hilt.
They both groaned, though hers was laced with a touch of pain she tried to hide, her desire to show off costing her. Luckily for her, he did his best to get her wet and loose, and the pain dissipated soon after.
She started.
Her hips moved in slow, rolling circles that made her body sway like a dancer. The motion was hypnotic, a gentle grind forward, a teasing lift, then a deep, languid roll that dragged her clit across his pelvis and pulled him almost free before she sank down again.
Every circle was precise, controlled, and beautiful. Her back arched, breasts lifting, nipples tight and dark. Her suppressed moans chimed softly with each roll, a delicate counterpoint to the wet sounds of their joining.
Rohar could have kept himself back or teased her to take back control, but those would run contrary to his aim. It wasn't like standing still while enjoying her hips was the greatest torture imaginable. On the contrary, she was a magnificent rider. He just reacted naturally, moaning and groaning.
Well, almost naturally. He still made sure his voice had a low, trembling pitch that triggered her arousal. It was to a great effect, her body rocking beautifully.
Rohar tightened his fingers. "Look at me," she declared. He watched the mesmerizing dance while he found her beautiful violet eyes, her hips dancing, her back arching, her stomach tensing, all in perfect rhythm. Then, she turned to Missendei, who had been watching them with great attention.
He would have assumed it to be arousal, but it was not. Missendei's expression was closer to religious rapture.
"Continue reading. I'll quiz him afterward," Daenerys declared. She tightened her core, and he gasped. "And, if he gets anything wrong, I'll have to punish him. Maybe forfeit his reward for capturing Yunkai for me."
"As long as you don't stop, my Queen, I'm ready to accept any punishment," he said, straining his voice as if it were something he feared. He didn't, as he could see just close she was.
"Good knight," she said. "Fine, Missandei. Take a rest. He deserves a proper reward." With that, she put her hands on his chest, riding him like claiming tribute: unhurried, regal, devastating. "Tell me how it feels," she said, voice husky.
"Like fire and silk, my Queen. Like the world begins and ends between your thighs. I am your most loyal, and luckiest subject at once."
A pleased smile curved her mouth. She rewarded him by rising higher, almost letting him slip free, then slamming down hard. Once. Twice. The sudden force made his hips buck naturally. "Good knight," she repeated. He was tempted to tell her that he wasn't a knight, but it was no time for being pedantic. Not when it would ruin her triumphant mood, celebrating their victory. "Tell me, what do you want?"
"I want to make you happy, my queen," he whispered.
"Then, make me happy," she responded. Her hands braced on his chest, this time nails digging into his chest. Her hips picked up speed as she leaned forward, her silver hair spilling onto his face. She was close enough to kiss, tempting him.
He squirmed to show his desire, but he didn't 'dare' to close the distance, just gaping when she got closer, ignoring his temptation. However, just because he played upwardly didn't mean he wouldn't retaliate.
He shifted his hips slightly, the change in angle hitting her insides correctly to trigger a sudden moan. She rose back, her fingers digging. "Grab my breasts," she ordered.
That was one order he followed loyally. He could have freed himself, but instead, he looked at Missandei, asking her to free his hands. She did immediately, the idea itself exciting her. The only problem, her gaze was fully at Daenerys if he didn't exist. If he were a weaker man, it would have wounded his pride. At this moment, it only added an item to his list of things to achieve.
Then, he turned his attention back to his newest sexy queen. His hands landed on her inviting curves, her nipples between his fingers. He caressed them gently, almost worshipfully, but gentleness didn't mean uselessness.
The pleasure invaded her, and she collapsed against his chest, her trembling arms betraying her as the climax hit. Yet, she was quick to cover up. "You deserve a reward," she muttered, and kissed him gently.
She clearly planned it to be a quick, gentle kiss, but she miscalculated twice. One was that his fluids were far tastier than natural; the second was that he had no reason to hold back during a kiss after she initiated. Combined, he was confident that he could give a woman an orgasm just by kissing; albeit it would have been a challenge in itself.
Daenerys was naked, lying on his muscular chest, still riding her latest climax, making her a much easier target. He kissed with a passion that belied the slowness of his movements, and as she wiggled, he kept his hands on her body. He caressed, but it was also a warm, gentle hug.
She lost herself almost completely, and he didn't let her recover. He started fucking her slowly while he kept kissing her, minutes rolling into an hour. She climaxed twice, her daze building.
Until he filled her core, triggering one last orgasm, and she collapsed, overwhelmed by pleasure.
[Feat Achieved! Teach Daenerys the true meaning of pleasure
+1x Gold Random Gacha ticket]
Missandei looked alarmed. "Careful," he whispered. "Why don't you find us a blanket? Our Queen has been tired after worrying about the freedom of the slaves. Now that they are free, let her get a moment of rest," he suggested. "She has been carrying everything on her back."
She wouldn't have followed his order, but a well-meaning suggestion, one that played to the mythical version of Daenerys in her mind, was completely different. She immediately moved and came back with a silk blanket that was almost as comfortable as Daenerys' arms.
"I know it's not comfortable for you, my apologies," he said to Missandei, acting as if he misunderstood her nature.
"Nothing in the service of my Queen could make me uncomfortable," she declared proudly.
"I respect your loyalty," he said. He actually did. Just not enough to use it to his benefit. Luckily for her, his benefit didn't mean Daenerys's disadvantage. On the contrary. "But, since you're here, can you help me with something else?"
"Depends," she said.
"Valyrian is a very poetic language. I'm afraid that it might lose something in translation. Can you teach me how to read and speak it?"
She frowned. "I can, but it's a complicated language. For most, it takes years to gain basic competency, let alone actually master it enough to understand poetry and metaphors."
"I don't have to understand everything," he said. "Just having a general idea of its structure, grammar, and other basics would allow me to ask you intelligent questions."
"It likely won't help," she said.
"Maybe," he responded, letting his tone gain a righteous quality. "But, even if it increases the chance of success a tiny bit, wouldn't it justify wasting a few ours of our time?"
Her eyes widened as if he had slapped him. "You're right. This mission is too important."
"I don't need to study constantly," he said. "Just go over all the rules once, then focus on some of their most famous metaphors."
She nodded, following his suggestion. She scooted closer, holding a different book in hand, and started explaining the basics of the rule to him . An underrated benefit, the angle gave him a perfect view of her breasts as her dress was not prepared to hide anything from that angle while she was bending forward.
The beautiful view was just a side benefit.
He had some advantages when learning languages. Literacy helped him learn languages directly. Student meant the difference between him and the teacher, the more efficient the learning process was. Training Booster meant that, with two of his ability slots empty, he learned four times faster.
While he listened, he pulled the gold ticket, apologizing to the divine for not praying, but wishing for an ability.
[Healing Kiss]
{Elite Ability: Allows you to heal people by kissing them, once you kiss someone, it supercharges their natural regeneration with your own energy.}
He got his ability, a shockingly useful one that would have made him happy even without the additional slot that increased the advantage from Training Booster to eight times.
Meaning, Missandei's explanation wasn't just giving him a simple primer, but building his understanding of High and Low Valyrian with shocking speed, particularly when he asked some curious questions that she answered.
"How many languages do you know?" he asked.
"Nineteen," she declared proudly. No different than a knight bravely declaring himself to be the best blade master. Admittedly, she had a reason to be proud. He doubted even Maesters specializing in language could match her easily, especially ones that could still walk upright.
"Impressive," he said, immediately changing the objective of the discussion. He started asking a few curious questions about how the languages differ in their nature. He must be the only person that actually asked her about languages and their technical qualities rather than just asking her to translate.
Of course, the fact that he still had her queen lying on his chest, mumbling cutely while he caressed her, went a long way to get on her right side.
As a result, when Daenerys finally woke up, he was confident about any book he could get his hands on. Not immediately, not without further study, but as long as he was willing to sink the necessary time, he could achieve it.
Meaning, he could finally start hunting for books on magic … but later. But, as Daenerys started to stir very subtly, he continued speaking. "Good afternoon, my Queen," he whispered as Daenerys woke up.
She stirred, her smile the most beautiful he had ever seen, gentle and unencumbered. For that moment, she was just Daenerys, and not the queen. Unfortunately, a glance at the excessively decorated council room of Yunkai was enough to remind her of the situation and her identity. Her smile stayed, but it became thinner, more guarded.
"Good afternoon," she whispered, trying to look in control as she shuffled back to her feet, trying to hide her sudden shyness while she sat on the nearest seat, lounging naked. Rohar admired her movement, her thighs begging for another round, this time with him in control.
Later, he decided.
"We have another meeting to prepare, so you need to leave," she said, trying to sound dismissive as she tried to establish control, but it only showed just how much she had been affected by their little fun.
He was happy seeing that, because it meant she would try to maintain the same attitude; and it would give him some very interesting angles to tease her, making it even more fun for him.
"As you wish, my Queen," he said as he stood up, then looked at his ruined clothing. "I'll leave as long as I figure out what to wear."
"Leave with the blanket, but try to hide. It's safer to create gossip. It'll keep the real reason hidden easier," she said. Smart, and certainly not something he minded.
He tried to keep his relationship with Sansa hidden because it would ruin any hope of her gaining power. Daenerys didn't have the same problem. She had her dragons.
He bowed theatrically, a move that he used to stretch his muscles and display his body to the best effect, and wrapped the surrounding blanket.
"Before leaving," she suddenly asked. "I still owe you a reward for your incredible success in taking this city. What do you want?"
He hummed. "Can I ask for my own command?" he asked.
That made her pause. "Difficult. I won't ask Unsullied to serve under another commander after I promised them freedom, and the Second Sons—"
He interrupted. "You misunderstood me, my Queen. I don't need any of the army. I just want the right to recruit some people that are only loyal to me, with no one but you are able to give them orders no matter what."
She hummed. "That doesn't sound too impressive for a reward."
"I don't want planning to build an army, my Queen. But, putting together some kind of trading company so that we're not entirely dependent on the other merchants might be a good idea."
"Acceptable, as long as you respect your workers and treat them right," Daenerys said.
"My Queen. I grew up as an orphan. I have no intention of acting like the men that ruined my childhood, not knowing where the next piece of bread would come from."
"Fine," she said, though she looked hesitant. "I still think that it's a small reward for such a great achievement, but I won't argue. Missandei, make the announcement about the company, and also arrange a reward of gold. It'll be a good advantage."
He bowed one last time and left, fascinated by his incredible gains.
It was time to build his own organization.