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He drifted in and out of consciousness, his mind a complete blur.
The straw on the floor reeked of urine. There were no windows, no bed, not even a slop bucket. He vaguely remembered the walls being pale red, revealing patches of saltpeter, and a gray door made of scrap wood, at least four feet thick, studded with iron nails. He was shoved in, glanced briefly at the room, and then, with a bang, the door slammed shut, leaving him completely blind. There was no light; he was practically blind.
The dungeon lay beneath the Red Keep, and he dared not fathom its depths. He recalled the stories of "cruel" Maegor, the legend that all the craftsmen who built his castle had been murdered by him, so they would never reveal its secrets.
He thought of his two women at Raven's Nest, of everything he possessed, all to be lost for the sake of sleeping with Cersei. He felt nothing but deep regret. Although Caesar was strong, everything had gone too smoothly before. He had overestimated Cersei; he had assumed she would hesitate and maneuver, and that Caesar would ultimately achieve his goal. But…
even now, he remained "Cesar born of thunder and fire," his frustration and rage burning within him.
Unwittingly, he touched a piece of crumbling wall. Sharp indentations on it resembled writing or patterns, arranged like neat paragraphs of letters.
Caesar stared intently at the wall in the darkness. Yes, he sensed its spirit, heard its whispers. The sound was initially faint and indistinct, but grew stronger as his vision cleared. When the indentations became fully visible, Caesar seemed to hear countless people repeating a single phrase in his ear. The obscure words seemed to connect with his own soul; this feeling…
this phrase possessed a strange magic. Caesar carefully savored the sound entering his ears, attempting to utter it aloud.
"Fus…Lo…Dah…"
Caesars's tone seemed a little off, so he adjusted it. Unbeknownst to him, his pupils had already turned crimson.
"Fus-Ro-Dah!" A surge of energy gathered from his entire body, a powerful surge coursing through his chest.
The words "power," "balance," and "drive" flashed through Caesars's mind.
That energy coalesced into an unyielding force, bursting forth as the last syllable left his lips. The air in front of him trembled and distorted, the violently vibrating airflow crashing against the door at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly sending the door flying!
The tremor shook the entire Red Keep!
Everyone inside the Red Keep clearly felt the tremor, but no one knew its source was underground. Caesars was astonished by this power, but he knew he couldn't linger here. He knew Cersei's secret; even the Lannisters wouldn't let him go.
Just then, a curse echoed from the tunnels; a jailer had come running after hearing the commotion. Caesar, hiding in the shadows, delivered a powerful punch the moment the jailer entered, sending his helmet flying. He pounced on the jailer, straddling him and unleashing a dozen right punches until the jailer was a bloody mess.
He donned the jailer's clothes, grabbed his sword, and strode out of the dungeon.
Hot…
for some reason, he felt his whole body growing hotter and hotter, his lower body throbbing with desire. This was a crucial moment… what was happening?!
He couldn't worry about anything else; he needed a woman!!!
A maid carrying clothes happened to pass by. Without a word, disregarding the danger, Caesar pinned the maid against the wall, tearing open her dress.
He pressed against her back, thrusting forcefully.
The maid, pinned against the wall, weakly supported herself with her hands, her clothes barely covering her body, exposing large areas of skin. Caesar gripped and squeezed her buttocks roughly, his fingers digging into her plump buttocks. The maid's buttocks were quite full.
Her round, spherical breasts were pressed against the wall, their shapes distorted, the slightly dark nipples rubbing against the rough surface with each sway of her body.
"Ah, gently..."
Caesars reached forward with his left hand, grasping one of her large breasts; his palm could barely cover the fullness of her breasts, large swathes of flesh peeking out between his fingers.
His right hand encircled her waist, his chest pressed against her back, his hard penis thrusting rapidly in and out, each stroke sending up a spray of fluid, thick juices dripping down the woman's plump thighs to the floor.
"Oh...so thick, you're killing me..."
Clearly, this maid wasn't exactly a respectable woman.
After their lovemaking, Caesars's pupils had returned to a deep, almost blackish red, and his body was no longer burning hot. He learned from the maid that the King, Queen, and other royal relatives had already headed north for Winterfell.
It seemed the King intended to invite his old friend Eddard Stark to be his "Hand of the King"—this was bad news. Being at odds with the Queen Mother was already quite disadvantageous, and now that the Stark who hated him had become Hand of the King, his situation was dire!
After killing the maid with a single sword stroke, he knew that a large number of troops had been drawn from King's Landing, especially by that damned Lannister. Caesars slipped into a peddler's radish cart and fled King's Landing, fleeing back to Ravenshoe Hold as fast as he could.
Back at the gates of Ravenshoe Hold, he saw a slender, beautiful figure standing on the walls gazing into the distance, her jet-black hair flowing in the wind—it was Rhaenys.
That night, inside the Silver Tower of Ravenshoe Hold, after washing and grooming himself, Caesars embraced a mother and daughter he hadn't seen for many days.
He made them lie side by side on the couch, their buttocks raised, moaning as he took turns manipulating them.
His hands massaged the vaginas of both mother and daughter, his erect penis, nearly bursting with desire from their beauty, approached the entrance of Ilya's vagina and gently rubbed it a few times, causing Ilya's already flushed body to tremble with anticipation.
With a sudden thrust, his thick, engorged penis plunged deep inside, flowing with copious amounts of vaginal fluid to its deepest point.
Ilya, already in a state of extreme arousal, was overwhelmed by this powerful thrust, like parched land receiving rain. She let out a loud, ecstatic scream, her body tensing as she was instantly brought to orgasm.
Caesar rhythmically thrust into her contracting, throbbing vagina while slapping her buttocks.
At this moment, Elijah, caught in the throes of ecstasy, was lost in boundless pleasure, trembling with ecstasy as she murmured, "Mmm...so good, ahh...so good...this big cock feels so good...ahh...mmm...ah..."
He pressed their two beautiful bodies together, their buttocks facing him, and began to thrust his penis into the mother's vagina while simultaneously probing the daughter's.
His thick, hard penis moved back and forth between their vaginas, alternating between fucking the mother and daughter, venting his pent-up frustration.
He vowed that one day, Cersei Lannister and her daughter would kneel before him like this mother and daughter before him!
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Far beyond the Wall in the North, screams echoed through the forests at night. Her fine clothes were torn to shreds, her face ruined, a shard of broken sword reflecting the blankness in her left eye. His right eye was open, with blue flames burning in the pupil. Although his hands were covered in the finest mole-skin gloves and were covered in sticky blood clots, they were ice-cold...