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Laying on my well worn couch watching Star Wars The Phantom Menace, while editing one of my pre-existing fanfictions, when suddenly an indescribable feeling of pain blooms in my chest, I struggle to breath.
My left hand that is holding my phone falls sideways, inturn dropping my phone on to the ground. There's a loud cracking sound from the screen hitting the cement floor.
I desperately try calling out for help…in a breathless gasping voice…both of my dogs come over Harley and Diesel whimper and bark softly.
As they both poke at me with their noses, it's not like they can help me and there aren't any people here to hear me in the first place.
Weakly struggling to cling to life, my vision gradually darkening, 'I can't…sorry boys…' A discoherent thought passes through my mind and I finally give up my resistance to dying, resigning myself to my fate allowing my eyes to shut while drawing my last breath…an unexpected feeling of relief washing over me, as my time in this world finally comes to an end.
Fluttering my eyes open I am greeted by the sight of orange flickering flames, everywhere.
'Is this hell? No couldn't be, I'm not burning in agony…' I wonder while sitting upright looking around…no matter where I turn there are only flames.
"Lucifer…some devil person…some hottie or hateful sexy flame goddess, anyone?" I try drawing someone's attention to me by calling out, but nobody responds to me.
"Welp, I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a walk around for a bit…get a good look at everything." I murmur as I push myself up onto my feet, finding the flames underneath me bend slightly underneath my weight before becoming solid enough for me to lever myself up off of the ground with and walk on.
On my feet now I spin in a circle for a second, come to a stop, shrug my shoulders, "Looks as good as any other direction to start in." I murmur and start to walk in the direction that I face.
After an hour or so of exploring…rough guessing here as I have no way of telling how much time has passed here in the never ending realm of non-burning flames.
"Well fuck." I grunt while coming to a stop and sitting down a bit of panic begins to set in, my breathing quickens as I sink into a state of worried anxiousness.
'I think…I think I'm in hell minus the burning and torture…' Those thoughts do not help my state of panic in the least.
"Oh, calm down, there's really no need to panic, this isn't hell at least not for you." A distinctly feminine voice sounds from behind me.
'Oh great now I'm hearing a voice in my head, at least it's the voice of a woman…she sounds…beautiful..' Those idle thoughts pass through my head, and I get the sudden feeling of an observing presence behind me.
Slowly turning around I see a relatively tall woman with orange-ish red hair…it almost looks like actual fire, but it's just hair in long flowing tresses, dressed in a figure hugging red dress, accompanied by red heels.
If it wasn't for the fact her clothes were a different shade of orange compared to the surroundings, she might have blended in perfectly.
Her eyes are a molten orange, her face beautiful…but also perfect in a sense that it doesn't look natural and unnatural beauty if you would, but not the type made by a plastic surgeon, 'She reminds me a lot of Jessica Rabbit or a Milf build Starfire…
"Uhh, hi-high…how are you? Would you mind telling me who you are? And where we are?!"
The woman smiles an amenable smile at me, her teeth dazzling white.
"I can't tell you who I am, or where we are without bringing pain to you…but I can tell you…that you know me, I can also tell you why you're here."
'Well isn't that just great!' I express my mild annoyance but calm down relatively quickly, 'You…know what, she kinda reminds me of the all powerful goddess I made up for my ffs…'
"...Okay…that's not vague at all, so…why am I here? Oh, right I'm being rude, my name is Shane…what is your name, if you don't mind my asking?"
The laugh that comes from the woman at my botched introduction and shaky request for her name, isn't mean or condescending…just amused.
"Yes, I know…but it is nice to meet you Shane in person, that is. My name is a more complicated question to answer than you can believe…but you can refer to me as Bella for now. As for why you are here, two very powerful…beings have gotten into an argument and made a bet.
The contents of this bet will remain a mystery to you...a part of this is that you have a job to perform in a universe portrayed in your world as the Game of Thrones tv show."
"Okay, I'm in!"
"I know this a lot to digest-wait did you agree that readily?!"
"Uhh, yeah…look I'll be the first to admit I'm a fucking loser and I can't comprehend why you or they are picking me but, I'm fucking game!"
"Don't speak of yourself in such a way!" She suddenly snaps at me while appearing so close to me that our noses touch…her hair flares around her like a gout of actual fire in a gust of wind.
'Why does she care…how I talk about myself?'
"Umm…okay, I'm sorry." I apologize to her awkwardly while she glares at me with an upset look in her eyes.
'Wow, she really does care…' A strange sensation fills my chest at the realization that a hot goddess cares about me…even if it is only to this extent.
"Good, now…your mission is to prevent the god awful ending…that the series had…and make Daenerys have a happy fulfilling life."
"Wait, what? And…what if I fail?"
"Yes I know…it's a strange mission with an ambiguous meaning, but it is your mission. The consequences for you, myself and many including your family will be beyond what words can describe…don't fail…you are to use any means at your disposal to succeed…short of directly killing the main cast."
'No pressure!'
"As this is a rather dangerous universe you will not be going in without an advantage, you will have the twelve zodiac talismans powers and Tarakudo's mark to control the Shadowkhan, the ninjakhan to be exact!" The world around me shifts
I can't help but groan as I hit my shoulder against a stone wall, a door in my mind opens up and I get the memories of Viserys Targayean, and I am currently on my way to…admire…Daenerys before she bathes in preparation to present herself to Khal Drogo.
'As if I'll let him have her, she's mine! I mean her happiness is my mission…' The possessiveness I feel towards Daenerys is nearly all consuming of my thoughts, though my attention is quickly drawn away from mental images of Khal Drogo bending Dany over and rutting her from behind on the beach and is instead directed to my forearm. As there is a burning sensation like someone is carving something into my arm, pulling up the sleeve of my green I see red lines tracing themself into a shape on my forearm, the red lines fade to black leaving a mark on my forearm, like the one Jade Chan had on her ankle when she became the Dark Queen.
'I wonder how…I command my…Ninja Khan?' I ask in my mind it is like the question is a trigger, a bit of darkness splits off of my shadow and begins to move and coscales into a Ninja-Khan wearing inky black shinobi shōzoku with the thinnest patches of greyish-blue skin revealed around its eyes and hands, it's glowing red eyes…are slightly unnerving.
'Wow, I really got control of the Ninja-Khan.'
{We answer your call Master, I am the commander of your forces, at your approval.} a voice… that almost sounds like multiple voices, while also only being an impression…an illusive whispering impression in the back of my mind no less as the Shadowkhan warrior salutes and prostrates itself before me.
{Go…my army, secure this place for me, eliminate the enemy forces marshalling outside.} I command and I feel the knowledge of the things I want being done passed onto my forces.
{It shall be done Master} the same illusive reply came to me as the various types of Shadowkhan leaders melt back into the shadows.
'Damn…I got lucky as fuck to get control over even this single Shadowkhan army!'
Entering the bathing room finding Daenerys standing there like a vision of beauty, silk curtains dancing on a gentle wind, I feel my cock hardening at the sight of her…in a thin see through silk day dress…the round curve of her ass, pressed against the fabric tightly.
I walk up behind her, and Illyrio Mopatis's maids protest my entry, "You can not be in here, the lady is about to bathe!" 'How dare they try to tell me that I can't be here!' The thought drives a powerful spike of anger through my core, without even conscious intent I wave my hand and send her flying across the room unconsciously using telekinesis.
'Wow, that was nothing like me…' I notice and though
"Sister, you look lovely…" I murmur as I come up to and rest my hands on Daenerys's hips, she turns around to face me and is unable to see the maid scurrying out of the bath house.
"Brother?" Daenerys asks me curiously and I can tell that she sees nothing wrong with me entering the bath house while she is preparing to take a bath…or my hands on her body.
I smile at her. I hope it's a reassuring smile and not a cocky smirk.
"Just wanted to tell you, that I've changed my mind about allowing the Magister…to broker a deal with the Dothraki Savages…for your hand in marriage in exchange for an army that won't even cross the sea…to take back a cursed throne…that lies across the ocean. I'm the only one for you, my beautiful virgin sister…" I try to say with a silky smooth voice, but my voice carries a distinct huskiness to it as I slide my hands up Dany's sides coming to rest at her shoulders.
I proceed to brush the thin silk dress's loops off of Dany's shoulders, letting the thin silky garment slide off of her to puddle around her bare feet on the floor.
Daenerys's chest hitches as I bring my right hand down to cup Daenerys right breast enjoying the way goodebumps raise up and her breath continues to hitch at my touch, brushing my thumb against her rapidly hardening nipple, which makes her bite her bottom lip while her eyes flutter softly.
'Should I say it? I should say it.'
"You have a woman's body now, my dear sister…you know what that means don't you?"
"B-b-brother?" At Daenerys' questioning reply I cup Dany's cheek with my left hand thumb light brushing over her plump pink lips, while I start sliding my right hand downwards from her right breast brushing my fingertips across her perfect figure, her skin soft and smooth to the touch.
Dany gasps and presses herself against me just as my fingers start to graze through Daenerys thin silvery bush, Magister Illyrio Mopatis angrily storms into the room, his eyes greedily roaming over Dany's nude form.
'Bastard, only I can enjoy the sight of her like this!' A possessive snarl sounds in my thoughts.
"You would bring down a Dothraki horde, on my city!" He shouts and a thought enters my mind, with a gentle push I move Dany away from me as a ripple like a drop of water entering a larger still body of water.
Daenerys looks so small now and I feel massive, powerful beyond powerful…my talons make furrows in the marble floor, my head presses against the domed ceiling as I turn my head to face the Magister.
I open my cavernous mouth and roar, a gout of fire leaves me…turning the Magister to ash while Dany's hair dances on the hot air current.
"You…really are…the dragon." Daenerys murmurs in an awe filled voice.
'Holy Shit, I can't believe…that actually worked!' I internally exclaim while wanting to return to normal, I feel the same ripple and I'm back on two feet.
'I also need to get a hold on these intense new personality traits…they're kind of annoying…and dangerous.'
Walking up to Dany I cup her cheek, "Forgive me sister…for all those times I hurt you…even though it was never your fault I blamed you for mother's death…it took finally awakening the magic in our ancient blood for me to see the wrongs I have done to you." I murmur while leaning in tilting my head downwards, gently pressing my lips to Daenerys's lips.
Taking my left hand placing it on Dany's left hip brushing my fingertips against the soft flesh, Dany surrenders her mouth to my tongue and her body to my touch.
The kiss is inexperienced, sloppy but passionate, breaking the kiss, I am rewarded by the sight of a flushed and heavily breathing Dany, "It's time to start bringing dragons back into this world, my dear little sister…" I say while smirking my hand going from caressing her hip to harshly grabbing her ass, thanks to the Ox Talisman I have the strength to lift her up with one hand something the original Viserys never would have been able to do.
Dany makes the cutest…loudest gasping noise I've ever heard as I carry her to the large raised circular bath, walking up the steps, then down them sinking into the scalding hot water.
'Holy fucking shit this water is hot!' I internally exclaim…though the heat doesn't actually hurt me.
Sitting down on the lowest inner tiled step Dany and I both submerged into the water up to our sternums with Dany sitting on my lap.
"Viserys…" Dany murmurs and I slowly brush my right hand down her right cheek, running a finger along her jaw bone while staring into her pretty violet eyes enjoying the fully developed but youthful body of Emilia Clark's look-alike, leaning I start kissing, licking and sucking along the left side of Daenerys's neck.
"Haa-brother." Dany sighs in such a way that it sounds like a moan.
"What is it sister?" I ask her while feeling a minor annoyance towards her at drawing my attention away from lavishing her body with my attention.
"Ha-have you, have you given up…on-haa-retaking our home…from the Usurpers?" Daenerys breathlessly asks her question, her voice struggling not to become a fullblown moan as she starts grinding herself against my lap, in soft subtle barely registerable movements.
'Good she wants this…wants me…' I feel a bit of reassurance at Dany's micro expression of interest and enjoyment.
"Why Dany? Why should we take it back? The people of the Seven Kingdoms welcomed that fat whore mongering drunkard of a slob's rule, even as he runs it into debt with the Iron Bank…for millions of gold pieces…tell me Dany why should we worry about the Westerosi…when we can carve out our own Kingdom in these lands and free them of the disgusting, vile act of slavery?" I ask her but I really couldn't give half a flying fuck about liberating slaves…except for maybe Missandei, and a loyal army like the Unsullied.
'And even though I don't really give a shit about freeing slaves, I am almost certain part of my mission is to turn Dany into the Queen who breaks the wheel…but isn't broken by it…come on Daenerys…give me something…'
"Brother, I wish to return home!" Daenerys' voice carries almost as much rebelliousness, as the rambunctiousness she is displaying by grinding against me.
"What home Dany? You were born aboard a ship…moored at Dragon Stone…" I murmur to her as I lean back and take my left hand off and Dany's ass and reach down/lift my hips up sliding my loose fitting pants down to my knees.
'Wow…Viserys didn't have much down there did he…hopefully the Monkey Talisman can shape shift humans…at least specific parts of us I mean contrary to popular belief…that we are somehow more the truth is we are just animals…wirh an advanced form of communication.'
"T-the seven kingdoms are our home, our birthright…you have always told me this Viserys, why now is it different?!" A bit more rebelliousness leaks into Dany's voice as her virgin sex presses my hard shaft between us.
"I have finally opened my eyes to the truth, dear sister…the seven kingdoms are cursed…"
"Please Viserys, I want to go home!" Dany pleads to me as she starts rubbing herself against me more insistently while my left hand returns to her perky perfectly shaped ass.
"Very well but we will need to build up our fame and infamy here in Essos, you need to become a true queen Dany…you must break the chains of those bound and enslaved…I will lend you my strength until you build your own…and then we will return to Westeros not as conquering enemies but at Heros, coming to free the Seven Kingdoms of inept rule and suffering." I murmur to Dany while lifting her up feeling the head of my cock pressing against the tight slit of her pussy I slowly thrust forwards.
Both of Dany's hands slide underneath my armpits and her nails dig into my back as she makes a strangled sound in her throat…while trying to lean as far back as possible, as I breach her virgin sex, stretching the soft, squishy silken walls with my cock.
"Broth-arrgh!" Daenerys cries but I don't show her an ounce of mercy as my right hand grabs hold of her right hip, using my hands I hold her steady while using my hips to fuck up into her each thrust making her breasts jiggle delectably, leaning forwards I press my face between the gelatinous mounds and begin kissing and sucking on the tender flesh as my cock slowly rampages inside of Daenerys's freshly deflowered cunt.
It doesn't take long for me nor Dany to find our release, my balls flex almost painfully as I pump rope after rope into her fertile womanhood.
Dany doesn't even have the energy to scream as her body convulses with the combined sensation which is most likely her first orgasm and the sensation of being filled with my cum.