Game of Thrones: Reign of the Dragonking

Chapter 56: A Very Fun Show

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Yara's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger, humiliation, and reluctant compliance as he reached out. His fingers brushed her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine despite herself.

Yara's hands trembled as her fingers brushed against his thigh. She could feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his leather breeches, and she fought back a surge of revulsion. 

She had to do this for the Iron Islands, for her brother, and for herself. Her resolution was hard. She met his gaze, her eyes sharp. "Enjoy yourself today, I guess," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous.

Viserys's smile softened, almost tenderly. "Oh, I will, trust me," he replied, his voice smooth. "This is going to be a fun night." Then, he pulled her closer, placing her ass on his lap as his hand slid to the back of her neck, his touch firm but not cruel. "Let's make sure it's fun for both of us."

Yara's lips parted in a silent gasp as he pulled her closer, his hands sliding up her thighs, caressing her through the rough fabric of her leathers. She shuddered at his touch, her body betraying her as it responded to his skilled fingers. She wanted to push him away, to tell him that she wasn't some toy to be played with, but she bit back her words, knowing that resistance was futile.

Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a gentle, almost teasing kiss. She hesitated, her mind racing, but then she responded, her lips parting slightly. The kiss deepened, and the world around them seemed to fade away for a moment, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the intensity of the moment.

Viserys's hands moved to her bound wrists, untying them with practiced ease. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Better," he said, his voice low.

He held her waist, put her to the side, and stood up. He began to unlace his tunic, his movements were deliberate and confident. Yara tried to find it unattractive but failed. Cursing under her breath, she watched, her heart still racing, but a part of her was intrigued, drawn to the power and control he exuded. 

"Strip," he said. She stood silently. "Sure, I'll help you then."

He reached out and tore at her clothes, ripping the leather from her body and exposing her to his hungry gaze. Yara's cheeks burned with rage rather than shame, but she didn't show it. She couldn't bring herself to look away, her eyes locked on his as he took in her naked form.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his fingers trailing down her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "You're mine now, Yara Greyjoy. And I'll do with you as I please."

He pushed her legs apart, his fingers sliding into her pants, stroking her intimately. Yara's breath caught in her throat as he touched her, her body arching involuntarily at his skilled touch. She tried to push him away, to deny the pleasure that was building within her, but he held her fast, his fingers moving faster, harder.

"So much for resistance," he said, pulling his hand back and licking his fingers. Then her own hands moved to the laces of her leathers, her movements slow and deliberate. "Now stop dragging this. Take off the rest of your clothes."

As she began to undress, Viserys's eyes never left her, his gaze intense and unwavering. When she was finally bare, he stepped closer, his hands sliding over her shoulders, down her arms, and around her waist. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers again in a passionate, hungry kiss.

Yara's initial resistance melted away, and she found herself kissing him back, her hands moving to his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his skin. She pushed him back onto the bed, climbing onto him, her body pressing against his. 

"Oh," he said, surprised. "You're so forward suddenly."

"Couldn't help but be so after you took off your shirt. It's not as if you're not attractive," she murmured, her voice a mix of defiance and desire. "So just stay quiet, and let's enjoy ourselves."

Viserys chuckled, his hands roaming over her body, his touch both gentle and commanding. "As you wish," he said, his voice low and husky.

Yara's heart raced as his hands moved over her, his fingers tracing the contours of her body. She felt a mix of defiance and desire, her initial coldness giving way to a growing heat. His lips found hers again, and the kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance.

He rolled them over, his body covering hers, and she felt the warmth of his skin against hers. His hands were firm on her hips, guiding her, and she felt a thrill of anticipation as he positioned himself at her entrance. She took a deep breath, her body tensing slightly, but then she relaxed, letting herself be swept away by the moment.

She felt his manhood press against her core, gasping a little at the size. Viserys entered her slowly, his movements deliberate and controlled. She moaned softly, but then something changed. "Haaangh?!"

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When I slammed my cock inside Yara's dripping cunt, a blue screen flashed before me.

[You have claimed your first virgin.]

What? Seriously? I was more surprised that she was a virgin compared to the fact that I, nor the pre-Viserys, had taken anyone's virginity despite sleeping with so many women. Women of this world are goddamn sluts. What's up with her then?

Then I recalled her flirting with a prostitute in the TV Show. She didn't swing this sway; if she did, it was barely since she was wet. Still, it was quite surprising. And it didn't end there.

[A dragon's mate must be pure, and you've finally found one suitable with strong genes and personality. Conditions have been met for skills!]

[Skill: 'Dragondick - E' has been unlocked!]

This is insane. I noted before chuckling to myself and slamming deeper into Yara. All of this was weird, but I didn't hate it. I'd breed her into a submissive, loyal mate if necessary.

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Yara gasped as his manhood suddenly felt hotter, bigger, better, her breath catching in her throat as she felt him fill her. "H-holy shitthhh!" She arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he paused, giving her a moment to adjust. 

His eyes met hers, and she saw a mix of desire and something else—something almost tender. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Yara was surprised to see this annoyingly arrogant man ask her so gently. She nodded, her breath still ragged. "Yes," she whispered. "Just… move."

He complied, his movements growing more rhythmic and intense. She felt each thrust deep within her, her body responding with a growing heat. She'd never felt like this before. Was this what she was missing out on by only choosing to sleep with women? Dammit, what a loss. Her moans mingled with his low, satisfied groans, and the room was filled with the sound of their passion.

"F-faster," she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and plea. Viserys did as asked, his movements becoming more urgent, his hips slapping against her ass as the sound filled the room. His lips trailed kisses down her neck and shoulders, and she arched her back, her body meeting his thrusts with a growing intensity, her nails leaving marks on his skin.

Yara's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure. She clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "You're going crazy," he breathed, "you wild girl." He chuckled as his hands roamed over her body, his touch both possessive and tender. 

She felt a surge of passion that she shouldn't toward an enemy, her body responding to his every touch. "Oh- Ohn~ my," she moaned, her voice a low, husky whisper. "Don- don't stop~!"

He didn't, his movements becoming more frantic, his breath hot against her skin. She felt the tension building within her, a growing heat threatening to consume her. Her body trembled, and she felt the first waves of pleasure crashing over her.

"Yara," he growled, his voice mixing desire and control. "You like that? I'm sure you heard in the dungeon that I broke your brother's jaw, and you still love that? Despite all my threats earlier? You can't seem to control your hips, you dirty slut," he said.

She met his gaze, her eyes dark with passion. "S-shut up, arrogant bastard," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "Just do me, fuck me like you wanna- ahn- break meh~."

As the moment's intensity grew, a part of Yara's mind lost its clarity, a voice of defiance and pride slowly giving in to his strong arms that embraced her. But for now, she let herself be swept away by the passion, her body responding to his every touch. She moaned softly, her hands clutching at the furs beneath them, her body trembling with pleasure.

Viserys's movements became more urgent, his thrusts deeper and more powerful. Yara's moans grew louder, her body arching into his, her nails digging into his back. She felt the peak of her pleasure approaching, a wave of heat that threatened to overwhelm her.

"That's it, that's ith~ I am close, so close," she moaned like an instrument, her voice weak and submissive. Viserys' movements grew harsher, and she arched her back, her body meeting his thrusts with a growing intensity, her nails leaving marks on his skin.

The room was filled with the sound of their passion, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Yara's body trembled, her moans so loud that the walls trembled as she felt the peak of her pleasure approaching. She felt a surge of heat, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her.

"V-Viserys!" she cried out, her body trembling as she reached her climax. He followed her moments later, his body shaking with the force of his release. They collapsed together, their bodies entangled, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Everything went blurry for a moment as she relaxed her head, staring at the ceiling, her breathing ragged. She found herself being held in his arms, her body still trembling with the aftereffects of their passion.

"By the way," Viserys suddenly said, and she failed to respond. When he called her for a second time a minute later, she looked up with a smirk. 

"I thought this was going to be hard to enjoy, but damn are you good…" she bit her lips. "Should we continue, baby? We have the night all for ourselves."

"Soon," he said, "but first…" Then he reached out and pulled a rope that hung from the ceiling. She hadn't noticed it at first. But as he pulled that, the closet that faced the bed suddenly parted. Yara froze.

Theon Greyjoy, naked and bound to a chair, was revealed inside the closet, his mouth gagged, face pale, and tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched the scene.

Viserys' eyes met her younger brother's, and he smirked. "Your sister is delicious, Theon. Enjoyed the show?"

Yara's eyes widened in shock, her body stiffening. She turned to Viserys, her expression a mix of anger and betrayal. "You- how dare you—" she began, but Viserys silenced her with a kiss, his hands gentle but firm.

She grumbled, punching him in the chest, but when he pressed his weight on top of hers, her body gave into his grasp. It was weird. She'd never felt like this before, ever. Were all Targaryens like this? In the end, she could only moan for him, her nails clutching his back. 

"Yes," he said, "be obedient and let's continue."

She didn't want to, but at the same time, she did. In between her gasps, she managed, "Dammit… It's all your fault, brother," she whimpered in a trembling voice as she passionately kissed him back, her body still trembling with the aftereffects of her earlier orgasm.

Viserys's smile was cold and triumphant as he kissed Yara and looked at Theon, who sobbed quietly in his chair. "Remember this, pathetic bastard," he said, his voice a warning. "This is the price of betrayal."

The room was silent. The only sounds were the brazier's soft crackling and the three occupants' ragged breaths but for different reasons. Yara's eyes met Viserys's, and they shared a dark, unspoken understanding for a moment before he began to make her bite the sheets once more.

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