Stephen Baratheon POV
He pulled back the string of his newly made Dragonbone bow and aimed it toward the target before releasing the string.
The arrow zipped through the air, and went right over the target.
This surprised him. The trajectory of the arrow was more of a straight line than an arc like that of a normal bow. And its speed far faster as well.
He might have underestimated this bow.
He gazed at the bow once again, and Observe informed him that the bow was only Decent Quality.
On one hand, he was disappointed that the best bow maker in the city was only able to make a Decent Quality Dragonbone bow. On the other hand, he was shocked by how good the bow was despite only being of decent quality.
He'll give the bow maker a few more chances, but if the other bows doesn't show an increase in quality then he might have to hire other bow makers from Essos.
He took out another arrow from the quiver, lined it up with the bow and pulled the string. This time, he aimed a little lower and released the string.
Thwack! Cracckk!
This time the arrow did hit the wooden target. And went deep into the target before its wooden shaft splintered to pieces.
Hm… might have to look into make better wooden shaft for the arrows as well. Having a better bow won't bring him any benefit if the arrow simply splinters upon contact with simple wood.
He remembered how the Weirwood bows made by Brynden Rivers were able to penetrate armour. They must have used some kind of enhanced arrows as well.
He refused to believe that simple arrows won't just splinter upon hitting a steel armour, no matter how fast they are.
"Is it to your like, my lord?" The bow maker asked.
"I've yet to make up my mind." He told the man before he gestured for his guards to bring the next target.
A steel armour.
After getting some distance away from it, he released 3 arrows at it. And just as he had expected. The shafts of all 3 arrows shattered upon contact with the steel armour.
Though credit where it was due, all 3 of the arrow tips were now deeply embedded in the steel armour. Something that would've been impossible with normal bow to accomplish.
So better quality bows and even better quality arrows.
"This bow is good." He told the bow maker. "But not as good as it could be. You are the best bow maker in Kings Landing, Makyr. I expected better from you."
The man paled at his response and put a comforting hand on his shoulders.
"Don't look too fearful. I'm still glad with the results." He said and put a pouch full of silver stag on his hand. "But I believe that you can do better."
"I will my lord. I know where I went wrong with this first bow. I won't fail you again!" The bow maker said, bowing to him again and again and he smiled.
"I believe you, my good man. That's why you'll have 3 more chances. Go to my room and ask Lady Sarella for it. She'll provide you with enough dragon bone for 3 more bows."
Makyr bowed a few more times before he left the area.
Once the man had left, he started studying the arrow once again, wondering on how to make better arrows.
The thing with a arrow, was that its tip was made by black smith apprentices for the most part. Mostly because these things needed to be built en masse and didn't require fine craftwork.
And its shafts were made by housewives and young kids who had free time at their hands. Similar case for the arrow fletchings.
Basically, arrows were not made by any kind of master craftsmen, so he might have to look into it on his own instead of delegating it to someone else.
Just as he was starting to think about what kind of wood would be the best suitable for mass production of high quality arrows, he heard footsteps coming in his direction. Armoured footsteps. And he didn't recognise these particular footsteps by sound, or the scent of the men who these footsteps belonged to.
He turned to meet the newcomers and his Company device buzzed twice as he met two more important characters of the story.
2% for visiting Casterly Rock and Lannisport
2% for meeting major characters: Tywin Lannister, Gregor Clegane.
3% for killing major antagonist of the story: Tywin
1% for killing minor antagonist of the story: Gregor Clegane.
3% for avenging Elia Martell and her children, by killing her murderer of her and her children, as well as the man who ordered it.
The last one had surprised him, as he wasn't even aware that killing Tywin, Mountain, and Amory Lorch would give something like that to him.
All in all, his visit to Westerlands that day, increased his Progress by a total of 11%. Taking his total Progress from 75% to 86%.
And now…
2% for meeting major characters: Renly Baratheon, and Loras Tyrell.
Taking his total progress from 86% to 88%.
"Good afternoon, young lad. You wouldn't happen to be my famous nephew, would you?" Renly Baratheon asked with a large grin on his face.
"Good afternoon to you as well, uncle Renly." He said and was promptly engulfed in a hug by the older Baratheon.
He was rather uncomfortable being hugged by what was technically a stranger, but thankfully, Renly let go of him very quickly and gazed at him up and down.
"I see that the tales about your looks were not exaggerated in the slightest." Renly said, admiring his face with an intense focus and he felt a shudder go through his spine at that look.
Renly… wasn't crushing on him, was he?
Oh god, kill me now.
"Uncle." He said, and then his brain short circuited, as he didn't know what else to say to the man.
If a woman had complimented him on his looks, then he would've done the same. But now that Renly had done it, he didn't know what the fuck he should say here.
After all, the last thing he wanted to do was compliment Renly on his looks and give the false suggestion that he was also interested in his uncle *shudders*.
Thankfully, he was saved by the third party this time.
"Is that a Dragonbone bow?" The young Loras asked as he gazed at his bow with great interest while his uncle turned to look at his squire, a fond look on his eyes that…
Were these two already in a relationship? How old was Loras? 14? 15?
Not that he really had any right to talk about that, considering that he was trying to seduce Dany who was only 11 years old.
He looked at his uncle who quickly understood his intent and introduced the young boy to him.
"Stephen, this is my most talented squire, Loras of House Tyrell. And Loras, you already know Stephen, the Vanquisher of the Ironborn." Renly announced in a grand manner.
He nodded to the young man, who looked slightly younger than him despite being 4-5 years older.
"It's nice to meet you, Loras." He said and Loras gave a quick nod before he moved forward to shake his hands.
"Yes. I… it's— it i.. is.. sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today." Loras said with an embarrassed look. "It is nice to meet you as well, S- Stephen Baratheon."
A red colour took over Loras' cheeks as he gazed at him and he held the urge to groan as well.
Did Loras had a crush on him as well? Gods, what is with today.
Renly's chuckles made Loras' cheeks turn even redder until Loras bid a quick goodbye and fled the training yard like a teenage school girl running away after saying 'hi' to her crush.
He didn't know what to think of that.
"Don't mind him." Renly said as chuckles finally came to a stop. "Loras has been your greatest admirer, ever since he heard about your victory against the Ironborn, and your actions of leading an army to save the city."
"That's perfectly alright uncle. And it is nice to finally meet you." He said.
After all, during his last voyage, he had made a brief stop at Storms End. But his uncle had been absent from the castle, having left in order to solve the dispute between two of the bannermen.
"That it is, lad. That it is. Come now, walk with me, and let me tell you about all the embarrassing things that your father did back when we both lived in Storms End." Renly said as the older man gestured for him to follow him.
He gave one last reluctant look to the Dragonbone bow, his archery training thoroughly derailed by this point before he sighed and handed it over to one of his guards.
"Go to my room and give it to Lady Sarella." He told the guard.
At least that way, one of them would be able to practice with the bow. Then he moved to follow Renly who led him in the direction of the gardens.
…it was an uncomfortable walk for him. Considering his uncle's inclinations. And the fact that the man might have a crush on him.
He was really regretting making himself as handsome as he'd done now.
"So… what do you want to talk about uncle?" He asked as he waved at a group of Reach ladies sitting under the shade of a tree who immediately started blushing and giggling at his attention.
Yeah… to say that he gained a great many admirers the last few times he held a brief concert in the Red Keep would be an understatement.
"Well, aren't you a popular one." Renly said with a smirk. "Have you taken any of them as your lover?"
"I already have Asha, Sarella and Tyene. Those three are already too much for me to handle. I don't need any other girl in my life."
"The Greyjoy girl and the Sand Snakes?" Renly asked, feigning surprise. "You have some unusual choices when it comes to having lovers."
He shrugged. "My mother says the same thing. But if I listened to her, then I would've never joined the war either. And the Ironborn would've ended the Baratheon Royal House right then and there."
Renly looked slightly uncomfortable at that. Was it because the man had not joined in the war himself?
"Yeah. I guess you've earned the right to have whoever you want as your lover. No matter how unusual your choices."
"You disapprove?"
Renly gave a shrug. "It is not my place to approve or disapprove of your lovers, nephew. Besides, the matter of the heart is often beyond our control. We love who we love."
"I see." He said, not knowing what else to say to that. "Are you here to participate in the tourney, uncle?"
"Aye. Though I'm mostly here to take my place as the next Master of Laws." Renly said. "Though… I've been hearing some interesting rumours while I was on the road, nephew. Tell me, did you really uncover the embezzlement of the last Master of Coins?"
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"Is this really necessary?" Cersei asked as he pushed the tip of the nozzle inside her anus. He squeezed the container and inserted the warm cleansing enema inside her bowels.
"Of course. You already gave up your maidenhood to Jaime. Or Robert, depending on who you ask. It would be remiss of me, I didn't desire to take your anal maidenhead."
"That's not a maidenhead." Cersei said with slight discomfort as he squeezed in the final bit of fluid inside her.
"I disagree" He said as he took out the nozzle from with her ass and watched as her asshole winked at him as it tried to keep in the fluid.
He added another towel under Cersei and she let out a shuddering breath.
"I don't like this. Can we not do it the normal way?" Cersei asked and he chuckled.
"You've been doing it normally your entire life Cersei. Where's your sense of adventure?" He asked.
Besides, Robert and Jaime had already fucked her pussy so it wasn't that special of a deal for her if someone else does the same. But if someone takes her anal virginity? Now that's something that she'll remember for the rest of her life.
"What do I have to do now?" Cersei asked.
"Now you wait for the next 5-10 minutes." He said as he lowered his breeches and took out his giant member. He moved to her side and slapped her cheeks with it. "Till then, why don't you make yourself useful and start sucking my dick."
Cersei glared at him but started trailing kisses down his length nonetheless. Once she reached the tip, her tongue darted out of her lips and start licking the head of his cock.
She let out a moan as she tasted some of his precum.
"I'll never understand why your seed tastes so good." Cersei said until he took his cock slapped her lips with it.
"Less talking. More sucking."
Cersei glared at him but went back to sucking his cock.
A few minutes later, the enema had finally done its job and Cersei quickly ran to the chamber pot to empty the fluid inside her bowels.
He used Shaper to manipulate the inside of her rectum and make sure that her bowels were utterly clean before handing her a towel.
Once Cersei was cleaned up, she glanced at him with a nervous look.
"Now what?" She asked and he took out his self-made biological lube.
He didn't really need it, considering that he was going to use Shaper to make sure that Cersei won't feel too much pain when being fucked in her ass. But women seemed to feel comfortable, knowing that he wasn't just going to fuck them dry.
"Now, lay down, raise your ass and spread your cheeks for me." He told her and Cersei followed his orders quietly even as her nervousness increased.
Her took out the lube and slowly rubbed it against her asshole that started to wink immediately as Cersei tightened at his administrations.
He used Shaper to loosen her up a bit, as well as increase the pleasure receptors on her ass.
Cersei's breathing started to pick up as he finally inserted a finger inside her asshole and applied lube on the inside of her body before he started to gently started to finger her.
"This… it's not so bad." Cersei said and then gasped as he slapped her asscheek.
She turned her head to glare at him and he smirked. "Sorry." He said, not meaning it at all and Cersei narrowed her eyes at him but then clenched her eyes shut as he pushed another finger inside her asshole.
"It hurts." Cersei said with a grimace. "Did you do this with all your girls?"
"Yes. Every single one of them." He told her before he added another finger and Cersei let out a wince as her asshole was split apart even further.
He lowered the intensity of her pain, and healed any of the micro tears in her anus before he started to finger her once again.
"Gods. Why am I letting you do this to me?" Cersei asked and he chuckled.
"Because you're mine. To do with as I want." He said and once again felt amused by how her arousal and desire spiked at his words.
"Just get on with it already." Cersei hissed at him, slightly in embarrassment and slightly in desire as the pleasure was finally getting to her.
"As my Queen commands." He said in jest as he took out his fingers and applied some more lube to his member before finally resting it against her asshole.
Cersei flinched and tried to close in on herself once again. Her efforts were futile as he'd already loosened her up with his Shaper.
He took her by the hips and moved forward. The head of his dick met with some resistance before it popped past her sphincter and he was finally inside her.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"It… it hurts. A bit. But it also feels so good."
"Good." He said before her pulled her hips to himself. Cersei let out a shuddering moan as his dick speared inside her.
Despite loosening her up a bit, Cersei was still tight. Tighter than he had imagined and he let out a soft groan as he continued to push inside her until his balls finally came to rest over her vagina.
"Are you in?" Cersei asked, her cheeks flushed red from the arousal and pleasure and he smiled.
"Yes. I'm pulling out now." He said and Cersei bit her lips as pain and pleasure assaulted her in equal measure as his thick shaft slipped out of her, one inch at a time until only the the of his member was inside her.
Then, without a single warning, he shoved his hips forward, and smiled as Cersei let out a shout of pleasure and pain. He felt her pussy squirt out some juices over his balls as her asshole clenched tightly around him, crushing his member in its vice like grip.
He stayed still for a moment as Cersei took deep breaths and finally came down from her orgasm.
"Did you really just cum from that little stimulation?" He asked with some amusement and Cersei glared at him once again, though its effect was lost due to the red on her face, as well as her heavy breathing.
"Just get it on with it, already." She told him as she positioned herself to take his cock in more easily.
"Just get it on with it, daddy." He told her and she turned to glance at him in confusion.
"What?" She asked.
"I want you to say it." He told her. "Just get it on with it, daddy."
A frown formed on Cersei's face and her biology informed him that his words actually hurt her a bit. "Really?" She asked. "After my father was assassinated just a week ago?"
"Don't worry about that. I'm going to replace him as your new daddy." He told her and felt even more amused when the hurt was accompanied by another spike of arousal this time.
Man… Cersei was strange. She loved to put on airs about being an alpha bitch. But her body betrayed her every time he dominated her.
Though considering what kind of simp her brother was, and what kind of man, her husband was, he couldn't say he was surprised.
"I hate you so much." Cersei said and then let out a throaty moan as he slapped her ass, using Shaper to increase her pleasure manifolds but also keeping her from orgasming.
"Don't forget to add Daddy in the end of your sentences." He said, amused. He wondered how Tywin would feel if he could see Cersei right now from the afterlife.
"Go to hell. I'm not calling you daddy." Cersei told him, a defiant glare on her face and he smiled, taking it as a challenge.
"Very well. We'll see how long you last then." He said and smacked her ass once again. Increasing her pleasure sensitivity to new heights but keeping her from orgasming.
Cersei let out a shuddering breath and bit into her bedsheets in order to remain silent.
Another smack and her pussy started to flutter and her asshole clenched even more tightly around his cock, but no orgasm.
Another smack. Then another. Then another. And on the next smack, Cersei finally broke.
"I'll do it. Just stop and let me cum already!" She cried out.
"I'll still not hearing it." He told her and Cersei glared at him, tears forming in her eyes even as her arousal skyrocketed.
"Fuck you… daddy."
He laughed and released the valve over her orgasm as he pulled out his cock slammed it back in.
Cersei screamed in pleasure as she squirted a deluge of cum all over his balls. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her entire body shuddered like a woman being exorcised as she suffered from the pleasure high.
He had really broken her for any other man? Hadn't he?
He waited for her to come down from the pleasure high as he used Shaper and went about manipulating her brain. Using hormones to pair bond her with him.
He did so after every single major sexual orgasm. And he could sense that Cersei was already developing feelings for him.
It was not to the point of love. But she already liked by quite a bit. And he was sure that they'll get to the 'love' part eventually.
Now he just has to remove Jaime from the game. Preferably by sending him back to Casterly Rock to serve as its new lord. And then he'll have Cersei all to himself.
Cersei eventually came down from the pleasure high and turned her head to stare back at him. "Well… what are you waiting for. Fuck me already."
He chuckled as he bunched up her hair and used it as a grip, using his other hand to grip over her hips before he pulled her back in and slammed inside her hole. Hard.
Cersei let out another cry of pain and pleasure as he pulled at her hair before he started to fuck her in earnest.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh started to fill the room. And if not for them being in the Empty ID, then her guards would've already swarmed inside at the loud noises their slaps were making.
He grinned with satisfaction and pulled Cersei even closer to him as his hips slammed against her rear and he let out a groan as Cersei tightened against him once again.
"Oh god! Fuck!" Cersei screamed as he shoved himself balls deep inside her before he finally let go of his own build up and released a deluge of seed deep inside her asshole.
The both of them collapsed on the soft bed as he gave a for more thrusts and shoved his semen even deeper inside bowels.
His body rested atop her as the both of them took heavy breaths, coming down from their pleasure. He leaned down and kissed her lips before he used his Shaper power to manipulate her hormones once again.
Once that was done, he moved over from atop Cersei, his cock pulling out of her ass with a loud pop, along with seed that slowly started to trickle out of her hole.
He gave her a cloth to clean herself even as he pulled her closer to him, her large, soft breasts pressing into his muscular chest.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked even as he used Shaper to repair any remaining damage in her anus.
"Easy for you to say." Cersei said with a huff as she snuggled closer to him. "But yes… it was good. Daddy."
He snickered at her. "You can stop saying that now. It doesn't sound as interesting when I'm not fucking you."
Cersei snorted and raised her head to peck his lips once again.
Their eyes met and he stared at her for a moment before she spoke up with complete seriousness. "I love you, Daddy."
He was disappointed once again when the device didn't buzz but hid that disappointment under a chuckle.
Cersei had a habit of confessing her love to him after each and every single one of their sex session.
He had no idea why she did that. Was it her method to fool him into believing that she actually loved him? Or some other trick like that.
Regardless of why she did that, her love confessions would only benefit him once she actually starts to fall for him. Because as soon as that happened, she'll be captured and that'll be that.
"I love you too, dear." He lied before he got up from the bed.
"Where are you going?" Cersei asked, and he could sense a hint of desperation in her tone. Though he wasn't sure if it was real or not.
"I have some work to do." He told. "Go to sleep, Cersei. I'll see you tomorrow."
With those words, he brought them back to the real world before leaving her chambers through the balcony.
After all, it was time for him to finally fly over to Myr and rescue that Glassmaker expert as well as his family.