[6] Future Plans and the Solution to Viserys Problem
Chapter 6: Future Plans and the Solution to Viserys Problem
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The steam rose lazily around me, curling into the vaulted ceiling, where it dissipated like ghosts. The bathwater was heated just shy of scorching, soaking into my muscles, pulling out aches I hadn’t realized were there. My eyes fell to the tiny, gold-scaled creature perched on my chest. Viserion, my dragon, snapped her jaws playfully, emitting a high-pitched screech that echoed through the chamber.
I smirked and reached into the air beside me. The empty space rippled as my fingers closed around a chunk of cured meat drawn from the invisible folds of my Inventory.
“Here,” I said, offering the meat to her. She sniffed it, eyes narrowing for a heartbeat before she lunged, tearing into it with sharp, eager bites. “She’s so adorable,” I said to myself. I didn’t know how genders worked for dragons of this world, and this creature didn’t have any obvious trait that confirmed its gender. But I knew she-dragons were a thing. Dragons that lay eggs. So I’d decided to call her she in the hope that it’d become one and make more dragons for me in the future. But... I’d feel stupid if calling it a ‘she’ didn’t do anything, and it turned out to be a man.
Blood dripped down the edge of her maw, staining her golden scales with streaks of red. I laughed, a low, hollow sound that seemed to bounce off the marble walls.
A dragon. I had a dragon. The weight of what I’d accomplished was finally beginning to sink in. I had fully accepted the reality that I was in the world of Game of Thrones, and now I had a dragon as my companion. That ritual steeped in blood and fire had borne fruit. Or rather, it had hatched one.
The possibilities swirled through my mind like the steam around me. I had awakened as an exiled prince with nothing but a name, but that had changed fast. Now I had power. Real power, where I could melt cities with my personal nuke.
A dragon was more than a symbol. It was an instrument of conquest.
Although, it got me thinking. What did this mean for me? For my plans?
I wanted to leave Essos because I feared the Dothraki’s wrath. Compared to that, if I just dyed my hair black, I should be fine in Westeros. But now… I had a dragon. Should I still leave Essos? The question gnawed at me.
Even if I dyed my hair, Westeros would welcome me with nothing but open swords since I had a dragon at my side. But there were also insane benefits. The game changed. I could wait out a few years and then go to Westeros. By that time, my Viserion should be large enough to melt cities. Certainly, that was a choice better than going with a baby dragon.
Essos had its advantages too. The web of politics that I could twist to my favor thanks to Kinvara's support, the wealth, and the freedom to grow stronger without eyes watching my every move… I could also make an army for myself.
Initially, I had no desire for the Iron Throne, but now…
The flames from the ritual were seared into my memory, but the scent of power, the burnt iron-rich and intoxicating scent, lingered even stronger. When I fled from the Dothraki, I only wanted to survive, that had been my goal. Now, things were a lot different.
“Hah…” So many choices. I’d need a bit of time to decide. The sharp sound of approaching footsteps pulled me from my thoughts.
I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Kinvara’s presence filled the room before she did, an aura of heat and purpose. She moved like a dancer, cloaked in light crimson robes. She stopped at the edge of the water, eyes dark with something unreadable. She reached out a hand, grabbing her dress on the cut near the shoulder.
With one slow, fluid motion, the robe fell away, pooling at her feet.
My gaze followed the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, the flawless skin that gleamed under the dim torchlight. And of course, those magnificent breasts. What a strange world this was; she somehow looked much hotter than the Hollywood actress who’d played her in the show.
She slid into the water, the ripples gliding over her like silk. I watched in silence as she sat, too far away, the steam obscuring half of her face.
“Why so far?” I said, my tone teasing but edged with command. I patted the water on my right, “Come, sit beside me. The water’s too cool, warm me up.”
A smirk ghosted across her lips before she pushed herself forward, the hot water parting for her. She crawled with the slow precision of a predator, stopping when she was between my legs, her back pressing into my chest. The heat of her body matched the warmth of the water, and she tilted her head back slightly, resting it against my shoulder.
“Oh,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. The sensation of her skin against mine sent a shiver across my body, urging me to lean down and devour her. What a gorgeous slut.
“Hm?” she murmured, her voice smooth and rich as she feigned ignorance. Even my cute dragon, sitting on my shoulder, didn’t trust her tone. “Do you want me to move away?”
“No,” I replied, a lazy smile across my face. “Stay.” I raised a hand as my fingers snapped together with a sharp crack. The sound reverberated, and a dark portal shimmered open in the air.
Viserion screeched in annoyance, talons scratching at my chest in protest.
“Inside,” I whispered, nudging her gently. The dragon’s golden eyes narrowed a defiant glare that lasted only a moment as I frowned. “I said inside.” She flapped her wings, hovering briefly before darting into the dark void. The portal closed with a soft, final snap, and the room fell into a sudden silence.
Kinvara’s gaze turned up to me, her eyes smoldering with something deeper than desire. “I’ve never seen someone split open the space. Oh my, these powers of yours…” she bit her lip, almost involuntarily. Her eyes searched mine, and for a second, I saw the hunger there—a hunger not unlike Viserion’s.
I stared down, smirking, waiting to see if she had the guts to take the lead. It turned out that she didn’t, as she looked ahead, smiling to herself.
“But my prince, are you sure it’s wise to be so strict with it?” She asked, “Dragons are notoriously difficult to tame. Maybe you should show it love instead.”
I leaned back, letting the warmth of the bath seep into my bones. “Her. And yes, I’m very sure.” My voice was low but confident.
I wasn’t lying. The dark space I sent Viserion to wasn’t just any ordinary place. It was the [House of Dragons], a Skill that came with my newfound title, The Dragon King. It was more than just another inventory; it was a sanctuary for my dragons, a realm where they could rest and hide without any issues.
The Quest Rewards were very useful. I looked forward to my next quest. With a thought, I summoned the System Page. There were now three pages.
=== Page [⅓] ===
Viserys Targaryen
The Dragon King
22 Years Old
Level 6
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9 STR
13 END
6 DEX
11 INT
11 LUC
12 AUTH
=== Page [⅓] ===
I had dropped to Level 4 after sacrificing 5 Levels to awaken the dragon. Then, I gained 2 Levels for awakening a dragon.
Level 6 wasn’t bad; I was stronger than a bodybuilder in my past life. More than that, the Authority 14 stat was interesting. I didn’t exactly know what it did, but if I had to guess then it made my orders have more impact.
As for the ‘The Dragon King’ part of the page, clicking it opened another page. The second page. It followed when I nudged it with my mind, detailing my newly acquired status and abilities.
=== Page [⅔] ===
Class: The Dragon King
Skills: Dragon Management System [S], House of Dragons [S], Fire Resistance [E].
=== Page [⅔] ===
I finally had Skills. It was sad that I couldn’t gain skills by running and swinging a sword, unlike other Gamers that I’d read about, but I’d take it. Class Skills were fun.
Clicking them showed their details. Fire Resistance was self-explanatory, although it was at a low rank of [E]. I hoped to raise it to [S] someday, which I presumed was the max rank. The House of Dragons was a spatial space where my dragons could rest, and unlike my Inventory, the time didn’t freeze here.
The first Skill was something that had another dedicated page for it. It was the page that I scrutinized most. I clicked it, and it expanded before me.
=== Page [3/3] ===
Dragon Management System [S]
You can manage your dragons here. You can see their location, hunger rate, and also their respect toward you. You currently own [1] Dragon, ‘Viserion’.
=== Page [3/3] ===
The location, if clicked, showed more accurately in my Mini Map. It was quite useful since dragons had a tendency to run wild after growing a little. Hunger was also useful, I guess. But it was the last status that caught my attention. The respect meter had dropped by 2% from what I remembered.
I guessed that if it dipped too low, there would be consequences. There was a saying that fear and respect were better than love, and it was truer for dragons.
“Funny story,” I said, a hand resting on Kinvara’s thigh.
“Yes?”
“There was this man who owned a dog. This man preferred men in his bed, and he liked to be the one getting ‘stabbed.’So one day, his dog saw him getting- well, fucked hard by another man.” I said, and she giggled, leaning into my arms. “No, really, real story.”
“Mhm, yeah? Go on.”
“Basically, after the dog saw his owner get fucked by another man, seeing him moan and cry, the dog stopped listening to his owner. Since then, whenever the man ordered the dog to do something, the dog has disobeyed and even seemed to make fun of the man all the time. The man was sad at the development that his dog stopped taking him seriously, but if you ask me, what did he expect after getting found by his dog, moaning for another man? All the respect was gone from the dog.”
Kinvara burst out laughing while I continued, “So, wild animals, be it dogs or dragons, need to be treated strictly. They also need to be shown the strong side of their master to maintain respect. Love isn’t going to keep them loyal forever.”
“Mhm. To be fair, love might work for a dog, they’re loyal creatures, but not a dragon,” She said, looking up at me with her head tilted upward, a hand reaching out to caress my face. “I think.”
“You think right,” I replied, squeezing her thigh softly.
Kinvara smiled. “...I still can’t believe it. You pulled an egg out of thin air and made it live.” Her eyes were half-lidded, calculating. “This odd power of yours…” She didn’t finish the thought, but I saw the questions burning in her expression.
I chuckled softly. “There’s a lot to believe, Kinvara. And trust me, it’s just the beginning. I’d prefer if you stop questioning everything because there’s a lot more to come.”
Kinvara stared up, lips slightly parted. Her gaze was hazy. Biting her lower lip, she shifted between my legs, the heat of the bath pressing around us like a second skin.
I felt her move, the water lapping softly as if caught between our breaths. My hands found her waist, fingers tracing the curve that led upward, pausing as I felt the rise and fall of her chest. She let out a small laugh, a sound that broke the silence with an edge of mischief.
“I thought you preferred distance,” she murmured, tilting her head back just enough for our eyes to meet. The faintest hint of a smirk played on her lips, daring me. "I thought you had a problem down there, my prince… The way you were pushing me away. Now I feel wronged."
I tightened my grip, her soft curve melting on my hands, feeling the heat prickle my skin. “There are moments for distance,” I said as I leaned in until my breath warmed her ear, “and moments for this.”
I had a problem. My libido was too strong. I need a cure. Thankfully, I had an answer to that. I just had to release my libido regularly so as not to let it bother me. And I just happened to have a super hot woman wiggling on my arms right now.
Her eyes sparkled with amusement and surprise. Before she could answer, I kissed her, the touch rough at first, testing. Her lips met mine, surprised for a moment before it went soft and eager. She melted into something deeper and hungrier.
The steam around us thickened, turning the room into a cocoon of heat and shadows as we made out in it. My hands moved with purpose, tracing the smooth expanse of her skin, feeling the slight shiver that ran through her as I explored.
Every shift, every small intake of breath from her only fueled the atmosphere building between us. She was begging for it. “Ahn… I want you, my prince.”
“Your king,” I corrected her, a hand slapping her boobs. She gasped and then laughed.
“Maybe you’d want your dragon to see this?” She said, giving me a slutty look. “If I’m right, you’re about to destroy me, aren’t you?”
“I bet you’d love that,” I leaned in and bit her nape and then snapped a finger. The [House of Dragons] opened, and the dragon flew out. I was going to do what she said. I threw a piece of meat on the other side of the room, and Viserion flew toward it, munching on it.
I shifted all my focus to Kinvara next. She shifted, her body pressing back, teasing as her mouth left mine and a finger traced the line of my jaw. Her gaze held mine, dark with lust. My hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and line as if it were a territory I was claiming. Her skin was smooth and slick under my touch, the warmth of the water intensifying the sensation. I could feel her rapid and strong heartbeat echoing my own, her moans rhyming with my groans.
“Embrace me already, my king,” she said, and I slowly adjusted her position, lifting her in the water slightly so that she was poised above my cock. Her eyes met mine, a mix of anticipation and challenge in their depths. I held her gaze as I lowered her onto me, watching her expression change from playful to passionate. “Nghn…”
She moaned, squirming between my legs, her breath hitching as I filled her completely. Her pussy clamped around my cock warmly. I hadn’t realized how warm she was until now. It was odd. The sensation was overwhelming, but I relished it. The power of the Lord of Light pulsed within her, embracing me as if to please me with her all.
The blend of pleasure and power sent waves of heat through my body. I began to move, thrusting into her with a steady, deliberate rhythm, my hands gripping her hips to guide her movements.
“Oh, yes, that’s it~” Her moans filled the air, a symphony of desire that urged me to go harder. I felt her body responding to mine, her cunt clenching around me, drawing me deeper. The water churned around us, the splashing sounds mingling with our ragged breaths and whispered endearments.
After a while, she let out a harrowing moan as she came for me, eyes locking on the ceiling. I was also close. So I stood, lifting her with me, our bodies still joined.
I couldn’t cum in that position since then I’d have to cum inside her. “Bend over,” I said and turned her around, bending her over the side of the pool. She gasped, her hands gripping the edge for support as I entered her from behind.
“I just came,” she complained, and in response, my fingers tangled in her hair, pulling it hard as I slipped back it. I thrust hard, beginning to fuck her with renewed intensity.
"So you should be grateful your king’s giving you such a good cock," I growled as her ass jiggled for me, watching her moan. “You like this, don’t you?”
She let out a hungry moan, her body arching back to meet my thrusts. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes, I do. More, fuck me more~"
I could feel the tension building within me, the pressure mounting as I drove into her again and again. I leaned down and kissed her, releasing her hair. She stood up, pushing back against my chest, her body trembling with the force of her own pleasure, her hands reaching back up to grasp my shoulders as we continued kissing.
"Cum inside me," she whispered, her voice laced with a desperate plea. “Please, inside~”
I paused for a bit. Then, with a swift, sharp movement, I slapped her ass. It was harsh, and the sound echoed through the chamber. She yelped, both in surprise and pain, her eyes wide as she looked back at me.
"Be careful what you wish for," I warned, my voice low. "I know what you're up to."
She stared at me with a panting expression and then pouted as if she were a kid. No way was she just waving it off by acting cute. Well, she did look cute, excluding the hot, raw, and primal desire in her eyes. I pulled out, busting all over her back. Her back looked like a canvas where I painted a rain of white. She moaned, gasping for me as she came again.
"...Let's move to the bed," she murmured a moment later, her voice soft and inviting, as she turned back and kissed me deeply. I hugged her, groping her fat ass, and pushed her on her back against the stone floor.
“Not yet,” I said, and started destroying her again.
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Author Note: So Viserion is a she-dragon, capable of laying eggs. I got some mixed results on the “dragon-girl or not” question (not really mixed, mostly one-sided), so there most likely will not be any human form dragon girl. Just see the dragon as the cool fire lizard she is.