Stephen Baratheon POV
He woke up to the gremlin in his arms squirming about.
He opened his eyes and met the gaze of Tyene, who looked back at him with the eyes of a deer caught in the headlight.
"Good morning." He told the girl he'd fucked silly last night and for some reason, she squirmed even more uncomfortably in his embrace.
He didn't understood why until she glanced down at his waist where his cock stood erect… and pressed against her belly. Ah, morning wood.
"Um." Tyene bit her lips and looked at him pleadingly. "Can we not do it right now. I already can't feel my legs."
His cock twitched at her pleading expression and his lips took on a devious smile. "You do know that the more you look at me with those eyes, the more I want to fuck you, right?"
Tyene gave him an even more vulnerable look and nodded.
…this girl.
He shook his head in exasperation and removed his arm from around her. "Go."
Tyene stumbled down his bed and covered herself with his clothes. Her pussy dripped with his seed and some of her own blood as she unsteadily made her way out of his room.
He let out a sigh as soon as the door closed behind her. The girl was trouble, and he wasn't sure if he did the right thing by having sex with her. Even though she was a catalog waifu.
Shaking his head, he rose from the bed, noticing the sheets were stained with patches of his seed and Tyene's feminine juices. He should probably pay a tip to whichever servant washes that bedsheets.
For now though, he took a bath and got ready to face the day.
—
He was walking toward the Great Hall for breakfast when he stumbled into Asha, who was standing near the windows and gazing down at the courtyard where a few young men had already started their daily training.
"Good morning, Asha." he greeted as he approached her, moving to stand beside her. However, instead of reciprocating his greeting as she usually did, Asha gave him a look full of hurt and betrayal, then promptly strode out of the corridor.
He stared at her form with pursed lips.
He had expected her to be slightly upset with him after he slept with Tyene last night. But he hadn't expected her to be this angry. Or this emotional.
He wondered if he should chase after her and talk things out. Or if he should let her be and allow her anger to shimmer down.
He contemplated his choices for a moment.
He didn't want to chase after her as men who chase after women often end up without those women. But at the same time, if he didn't chase after her then she might hold a grudge over his absence.
Hell, she might even decide to do something foolish, like sleeping with another men in order to get back at him… At which point he would kill that bloke and then never touch her with a 7 foot pole for the rest of his life, points be damned.
What made the choice for him in the end, was that he didn't saw Asha as only points.
Over the past moon that he'd spent sailing with her, he'd come to care for her. And he was confident that she felt the same way about him (even if the feelings on her part came about due to Hormonal manipulation).
He didn't want to throw that all away so he decided to go after her.
Asha had already left his sight. But his hyper sensitive nose was easily able to track her down to the gardens of Sunspear, where he found her sitting on the grass and staring at the distance.
He went and sat beside her. Asha froze at his presence and turned to glare at him. "Go away." She growled.
"No. Don't think I will." He replied firmly.
Asha got up to leave, only for him to catch her arm and pull her toward him. Asha stumbled and fell on his lap and he wrapped his arm around her, stopping her from leaving."
"Let go of me." Asha said angrily as she tried to escape his grip.
"Not until you talk with me." He insisted but Asha continued to squirm in his arms, until he grew tired of it and leaned in to whisper in her ears. "Continue this, and I'll bend you over my lap and spank you until both your ass cheeks turn red."
Asha froze at his words, quickly scanning their surroundings to see if anyone was watching. Apart from a few guards standing atop the walls in the far distance, there was no one nearby.
Asha then glared at him. "What do you want?"
'I want you to stop bitching.' He thought with mild amusement. But of course, he wasn't stupid enough to say that to her face.
He was not foolish enough to try and reason with her using facts and logic, like trying to explain that she should have known he would pursue other women eventually and accept it.
Women were creatures of emotion, not logic. They saw the world through feeling rather than facts. So if he wanted her to understand, then instead of talking, he would have to express himself through feelings.
Or through actions.
He pushed Asha on the ground, and pinned her there, helpless as he leaned down and captured her lips with his own.
Asha tried to struggle away from the kiss but the struggle lasted for only a few seconds until she gave in and reluctantly started to kiss him as well.
He let go of the kiss and pulled her back on his lap once again.
"You're asking what I want?" He said as he gazed into her eyes. "I want to hold you. I want to kiss you. I want to fuck you until you walk around bowlegged, like some cheap two-penny whore." Asha growled at her words, even though his power told him that she was getting aroused "But above all, I want you to stop being angry with me. I want you to talk to me instead of running away."
Asha's narrowed her eyes at him, trying to stay angry, though her reddening cheeks told him that she was fighting a losing the battle.
"Come on Asha. Talk with me. You know that I care about you, right?"
"Do you?" She asked testily and he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Of course. Or do you think that I go chasing after all the women who're upset with me." He removed his grip from around her and waist and cupped her cheeks instead. "Let's talk this out Asha. Why are you so upset with me?"
Asha frowned at those words and looked away. Only for him to gently bring her face to face with him once again. "Asha, look at me."
She reluctantly did so and he captured her lips once again. He kissed her until she was almost breathless before he stopped the kiss and looked into her eyes. "This is about Tyene, isn't it?"
Asha's eyes narrowed once again at those words. It looked like she was about to say some not-so-nice words to him before she visibly calmed herself down and sighed. "I wanted to spend last night with you. But when I came close to your room, I heard her…"
"Yeah… Tyene's a bit of a screamer." He said with a cheeky grin. "Though I think that she merely wanted her cousin Arianne to be jealous of her."
"I don't like her." Asha said and he raised an eyebrow.
"Tyene?"
"Yes, her. There's something about her that puts me on edge, despite how cute and innocent she looks and acts."
Huh… is this the famous female intuition he'd read about in his past life. Because he was sure that no man would be able to find out about Tyene's act this quickly.
"So… you would be opposed to her eating you out, while I fuck you in the ass?"
Asha grimaced at that. "I don't like being fucked in the ass. It's… strange, and wrong."
"Well, I don't care." He said as he gripped her ass and pulled her closer to him. "You're mine, and I'll fuck you however I want."
"Like hell I am, you two timing asshole."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't call me a Two-timing asshole, Asha. You know well enough that I'm a Four if not Five-timing asshole."
Asha struggled to find a rebuttal to that but couldn't find any good comeback and settled with a simple. "Fuck you Steph."
He raised an eyebrow at that. "Fuck me? Right here? In the middle of the garden? Well, aren't you a brave one."
Asha growled at that. "You know that's not what I meant." Then she shook her head. "And don't distract me. What are you going to do about Tyene. Are you going to stop fucking her?"
He stared into her eyes and thought about a proper answer. But in the end, he decided to go with truth and honesty and said "No."
Asha glared him and he stared back at her. Seconds passed by as they held the stare off before she finally let out a sigh and slumped on his lap. "I fucking hate you."
"No you don't." He said as his hand slipped down her trouser and inside her underwear. His fingers touched her fleshy nub and Asha's entire body tightened as he gave it a flick.
She struggled to hold back a moan as she quickly scanned the area to see if anyone was nearby. His fingers teased her pussy lips, causing her back to arch with pleasure. "Not here, Steph," she half-growled, half-pleaded.
"Why not?" He said as he entered one of his fingers inside her pussy, smiling as her grip around him tightened.
"Stop it Steph. I'm not joking." She whispered into his ears, even as she hugged him tightly and rode through the immense waves of pleasure he was causing her.
"No, I don't think I will~" He singsonged at her. And watched with some amusement as her will crumbled under the onslaught of pleasure and she finally let out a meek little moan.
"Steph… *haah* fucking hell *moan* please. Stop."
He slowed down in pleasuring her and gave her a smug look. "Apologise to me."
She gave him an incredulous look. "What for?"
"For making me run after you."
The confusion in her eyes was immediately replaced by irritation. "Fuck you Steph."
He merely raised an eyebrow and pushed another finger inside her. Her body went taut at that and her fingers did their best to dig into his back as he sent another wave of pleasure into her body.
Asha let out a shuddering moan before she bit into his shoulder. "Steph, you bastard. Stop. I'm serious."
"Not until I hear that apology."
Asha didn't reply to that and tried to ride through the pleasure, only for him to stop at the edge of her orgasm. Asha tried to move around in his lap, trying to get that last bit of pleasure that would get her off. But when that didn't work either, she finally sighed.
"Okay… I'm sorry." She whispered into his ears, her panting making his cock hard as well. "Are you happy now?"
"No." He told her, though he pause in his ministrations. "Say, 'I'm sorry daddy. I'll be a good little girl from now on'."
Asha's jaw dropped at that before the look of irritation was back on her face. "Fuck off! I'm not saying that."
He merely raised an eyebrow at her defiance before he increase the pleasure once again and she quickly bit into his shoulder in order to stop herself from moaning.
"Stop, stop. Please." She said as she shook and shuddered like a boat amidst a storm.
Shaper power was truly a master cheat for teasing your woman.
"Let me hear those words from your lips and I'll stop." He said as he kissed her neck. "And be fast about it. I can hear people coming." He lied.
Asha remained silent and he increased her pleasure yet again, using his power to make sure that she won't climax despite the intense pleasure she was feeling.
Asha moaned into his shoulder as her thighs shuddered and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "…w- wai- wait…"
He slowed down and smirked at her. "I still haven't heard those words my dear Asha. Do you want me to continue?"
"No, please."
"Then let me hear them."
Asha glared at him. Though the glare didn't held much heat as she was still panting and shuddering his arms, her face red from the pleasure and exertion.
"I'm…" She bit her lip and gave him a look that promised retribution. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry what?" He asked and her glared increased in intensity.
"I'm sorry daddy." She said, her words sounding as if they'd been dragged out of her mouth with immense effort. "I've been a bad girl."
He smiled and released the block on her orgasm. Asha closed her eyes as her body was engulfed in pleasure and her pussy released a deluge of orgasmic fluid onto his fingers.
He waited for her to ride out her orgasm and regain her composure. It took her almost two minutes, but once she did, she glared at him with a flushed face.
"I hate you."
"No you don't." He said as he got up from the ground, picking her up in princess style. "No, let's back to your room and get you a change of clothes. I won't have my woman walk around in soaked trousers like that."
"I hate you so much." She mumbled, her voice sounding exhausted.
"And I love you, my sweet pirate princess."
Asha buried her face into his shirt at those words.
"I hate you, you crazy asshole." She mumbled, even though her brain chemistry informed him that aside from a good deal of annoyance, she was feeling warm, and fuzzy right now.
…women.
—
"You're late." Arianne told him with a glare as he sat down on his chair, Asha silently following behind him as she took the chair to his left.
She has been strangely silent since her forced orgasm. And he was now starting to wonder if he overdid it. Oh well, he'll have to talk with her again later. A proper talk this time.
"I'm Prince Stephen Baratheon." He told her as he stole a piece of stake from her plate, feeling cocky this morning. "I'm always on time. It is you guys who are early."
Arianne didn't look impressed at his words, and didn't bother giving him a reply as she went back to eating.
He took out some food for himself and some for Asha and they started to eat in silence.
Tyene wasn't in the Great Hall. Understandable, since he didn't heal her after their last bout of fucking. Mostly because he wanted to see her walk bowlegged, knowing that it was he who did it. And to let the rest of Sunspear know that as well.
It was mostly to satisfy his pride. And he did feel slightly bad for not completely healing her. But he'd healed most of her internal wounds so she'll sore for a day or two at best before she's back to herself.
As he scanned the Great Hall, several girls and women caught his eye and sent him flirtatious glances, hoping to catch his attention.
Yeah, no. Despite his earlier actions, he was aware that he was in hot water with Asha due to having sex with Tyene. He didn't need to add more complication to that. Not when these women won't even give him any points.
Some of his men noticed his gaze and gave him respectful bowz. Some of them were the tradesmen he'd sent to Planky Town for trading. They must have finished their business, he realized.
It'll still take some time for his ships to load and unload their cargo into the Port. But once that's done, he'll be free to leave Sunspear and continue on his journey.
Although he had a hunch that he wouldn't be leaving this place until he had personally spoken with Doran Martell. In fact, he was surprised that he hadn't already received an invitation to the Water Gardens.
His thoughts came to a halt as 7 men suddenly walked into the Great Hall.
Everyone stopped eating at the arrival of these men. Not because they were anyone important. But because these men were wearing armour and carrying weapons.
He furrowed his brow, discreetly glancing at Arianne, suspecting that she might be involved in whatever was happening. After all, there was no way that all these men could slip past the countless guards in Sunspear without any help.
There was silence as the Seven men brazenly strutted their way to the main table and stood in front of them, without a single guard coming to stop them.
Yes. There was no way the guards would allow something like this normally.
Was Arianne trying to use these men to humiliate him in some way because he rejected her last night? It was possible, given how resentful women can sometimes be.
"What is the meaning of this?" Arianne asked as she stood up and glared at those Seven men. She wasn't a great actor as he could easily notice that her anger at these men was fake, but he decided against taking any action just yet and let this farce play out. "Who let you in?"
Instead, he focused on these Seven men and used Observe skill.
Gerold Dayne (Darkstar) Lvl 9
Andrey Dalt Lvl 7
Daemon Sand Lvl 8
Deizi…
…
He blinked as he finished going through all seven of them and almost chuckled.
What the hell. It was as if Arianne had gathered all her potential future lovers and orchestrated this half-baked scheme. He didn't know the specifics of the plan, but he had a pretty good idea of where this was headed.
"Come now Princess Arianne. We are all men of Dorne. Loyal to House Martell." Gerold Dayne spoke up as he strode confidently toward them. "Why would anyone stop us from coming in?"
"You're carrying weapons into our halls." Arianne pointed out. "Explain your reason for doing that before I have you thrown out of Sunspear."
He subtly glanced at Ser Manfrey Martell, the castellan of Sunspear, and the man stared at this entire proceedings with a helpless gaze.
He was now certain that this was a scheme orchestrated by either Princess Arianne or Prince Doran. However, knowing how careful and calculating Doran was, he doubted that it was his plan. So Arianne it was.
He really should have guessed that scorning the Princes of Dorne would have its consequences.
"We mean no harm to you or any of your… distinguished guests Princess." Gerold said in a drawl "We're merely here to see if the rumours coming from Kings Landing have any truth to them."
"And what rumours would that be?" The princess asked and he decided that he'd heard enough.
He picked up the blunt dining knife and flicked it at Gerold.
The knife moved faster than eyes could see and was hit the wall on the opposite side of the Great Hall. The knife shattered upon contact since he hadn't reinforced it with his mana, its pieces clattering to the ground.
The entire hall went pin drop silent as they stared at the broken knife and then at him. And then at Gerold Dayne, who had a red welt forming on his cheek.
The Princess 'gasped' and looked at him in 'shock' "What is the meaning of this Prince Stephen!?" She asked, trying to sound outraged and doing a rather poor job of it.
He ignored her as he eased back on his chair and stared at the Seven young men with an impassive gaze.
"It is rude to stand in front of a prince and not introduce yourself. But I'm generous and would allow you one chance to rectify that mistake." He said as he rested his chin on his knuckles, playing out the role of an arrogant young Prince who got a bit over his head. "So go on. Introduce yourself, mongrel."