Stephen Baratheon POV
Upon using his Escape ID to gain entry, he was met with the sight of Lysa sitting in a chair, anxiously tapping her thighs, while Jon Arryn lay asleep on the bed, half naked.
As soon as Lysa caught sight of him, she perked up and rushed over for a hug. He embraced her tightly, lifting her up in the air and relishing the feeling of her supple breasts pressed against his body, along with the sweet aroma of her perfume.
She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Despite her passion though, she lacked the experience needed to be a good kisser and he immediately took the lead from her, slipping his tongue inside her mouth while his hands went down to grasp her soft, plump ass cheeks.
Their kiss lingered for what felt like several minutes, causing Lysa to let out a satisfied moan as they eventually pulled away. He then slipped his hand under her dress, exploring the contours of her body before reaching her tender breasts and giving them a firm squeeze.
His eyes fell over to the sleeping figure of Jon Arryn and he gave her a questioning glance. She noticed it, despite her eyes being half lidded with arousal.
Her breath was heavy as she spoke up. "It worked. Or… I think it worked at least."
As he settled into a nearby chair, he let out a low hum of satisfaction before pulling her onto his lap. With deft fingers, he slid her dress down one shoulder, baring her breasts for his attention. After lavishing one nipple with kisses and suckling, he looked up at her and spoke. "Tell me about it," he said, wanting to hear her account.
Although he was confident in the effectiveness of his concoction, he saw no harm in taking precautions to confirm its success.
Lysa bit back a moan and spoke up. "He took the aphrodisiac medicine as instructed. When he became aroused, I led him to the room and requested another child. But he fell asleep before anything could happen, just as you predicted."
Acknowledging her report with a low hum, he trailed a finger down the back of her dress and fondled her buttocks before slipping his hand beneath the fabric to find her wet and ready. He pushed a finger into her slick entrance, and she let out a soft cry as her back arched with pleasure.
"Excellent," he remarked as he removed her dress and carelessly tossed it aside. "After we finish, be sure to remove all of his clothing and sleep in the same bed. It will eliminate any suspicion."
A part of him felt really annoyed at telling one of his woman to sleep naked in the same bed with her husband (heh!). But it needed to be done if he wanted his son to be the Lord Paramount of Vale in the future. Sacrifices and all that.
Lysa leaned against his should for support, her breath coming in heavy amidst gasps of pleasures. "He won't… he won't remember anything in the morning, will he?"
He stopped playing with her breasts and claimed her lips with a deep kiss before nodding in agreement. "He won't recall anything come morning, and he'll likely have a sizable hangover," he explained. "All you have to do is tell him that it was a side effect of the medicine. If you handle it well, he'll have no reason to suspect that the two of you didn't have sex last night."
Lysa nodded and glanced at him, looking hesitant. "Would we have to do this again? I would rather not be near that old man if possible."
"Just a few more times. Then you can pretend to be disappointed and call an end to your nightly sessions. Voila! Nine moons later, you give birth to a baby. And no one will be suspicious" He told her. "Though... you don't need to sleep in the same bed as him if you don't want. One time should be enough to sell the act properly."
Lysa gave a quick nod before biting her lip and locking eyes with him. Her breaths were quick and shallow, heavy with anticipation as she posed the question, "Steph, are you truly going to give me a child?"
Pausing to consider her request, he felt a momentary pang of hesitation before quickly crushed it and nodding in affirmation. "I will," he replied. "The child will stay with you at Eyrie for the first few years of its life. Afterward, you will send the child to me to serve as a page and squire for the next few years."
Lysa nodded and inhaled sharply as he slipped another finger inside her and started to stimulate her pleasure point. "Won't there… won't people get suspicious… if he has your eyes and hair?"
"He won't have my hair or eyes." He told her. "In fact, the boy will look even more Arryn than Jon Arryn. Blue eyes, blond hair, and all. You leave all that to me."
Lysa nodded, but it seemed like she had more questions on her mind. She shook her head, however, and reached for his erection inside his trousers. She wrapped her fingers around his sizable member and gave it a few quick strokes before looking up at him with a sultry gaze. "I'm ready for you, Steph," she said. "Please, give it to me."
He nodded and changed her positions so that her back was to his chest. He used Inventory to de-equip his clothes and his cock sprang free from its tight confines and came to rest in between her ass cheeks.
Lysa gasped at the sudden show of 'magic' but didn't say anything as he wrapped his arm around her slender waist and lifted her up, aligning his member with her wet and warm vagina.
Then he lowered her down, his member penetrating her deeply until he was fully inside her. Lysa threw her head back, and he quickly transported them to the Empty ID before she let out a lustful moan as her pussy quivered, and she experienced a mini orgasm.
He thanked his expertise in sex and shaper powers as he allowed her to enjoy her orgasmic high, shuddering and quivering on his lap. After that, he slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her up a few inches onto his lap.
He adjusted their position until she was in the right place. He then lifted his hips and brought her down on his lap, filling her deeply with his member. He moved slowly and deliberately, drawing out the pleasure with each torturous motion, repeating it again and again.
Lysa gasped and held onto his muscular arms for support as he gradually increased the intensity.
Before long, he was bouncing her up and down on his lap, the sound of their flesh slapping together and echoing through the chambers. Lysa gasped and moaned, chanting his name like a dying woman seeking salvation.
It wasn't long until she came once again, drenching him with her feminine juices before he lifted her up and leaned her against the wall.
He noticed that Lysa was having trouble standing on her own due to her shaking legs, so he wrapped his arm around her waist to support her. He then penetrated her once more and began thrusting vigorously into her wet folds.
From there onward, he fucked her for the next few hours. Changing from one position to another.
By the end of it, he had fucked in almost every single surface. Then he finally brought her to the bed and pounded her into a mating press, right beside her husband, Then with a final grunt, he reached his climax and came inside her, flooding her pussy with his hot seed.
He delivered a more thrusts, ensuring that his semen was deposited deeply inside her, before ultimately coming to a halt and collapsing on top of her. They lay intertwined for several moments as he directed his sperm towards her egg, taking care to fertilize it with his seed.
After completing his task, he shifted his attention to Lysa. A light layer of sweat adorned her face, her cheeks were flushed with arousal, and her lips were slightly parted. She looked stunning at that moment, prompting him to lean in and give her a tender kiss on the lips.
"I'm going to become a father," he thought, finding it difficult to believe. "And this woman will be the mother of my children."
It took Lysa a few moments to recover from the intense pleasure before her gaze settled on him and she licked her lips. "Is it finished, my love?" she asked softly, to which he simply nodded in response.
"It is. You are pregnant, Lysa. Congratulations." He said. And with her slightly enhanced biology, it was unlikely that she'll miscarry unless someone hurt her in the stomach with the specific intent of harming the unborn child.
But unless something like that happened, there was no doubt in his mind that she'll give birth to a child 9 moons later. His child.
Lysa face lit up with a happy smile, and despite being thoroughly exhausted, she raised her head up for another kiss.
He obliged her and smiled at the look of genuine happiness on her face.
They kissed for the next few moments before they separated and he noticed tears forming in her eyes as her smile became even brighter. "Thank you." She said, her voice filled with untold emotions and he leaned his forehead against hers.
"No. Thank you."
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He entered the Royal Chamber and was immediately hit with the heavy scent of perfume as well as the stench of sex. Lots and lots of sex.
The six beautiful prostitutes sprawled naked around the King in his round King sized bed gave a hint to where the sexual smell was coming from.
It also had the unintended consequence of getting him aroused, which he immediately put a lid on with his Shaper power. Killing his sense of self and libido at once. He was here for business, after all.
"And there I was… bold as brass… more balls than brains, charging into the middle of the army. Hah! That was the day when I-" Robert's half drunk ramblings came to a pause as one of the whores pointed in his direction.
The others noticed him just as quickly and subtly moved themselves over the bed in order to giving him better view of them bodies.
The interest was clear in their eyes, and he would definitely be affected by their performance if he hadn't just used Shaper to kill his libido.
Robert squinted to get a better look at him and then barked out into laughter. "Hah! Stephen! What are you doing here? Here to join your uncle for some fun?" Robert asked, as he parted the cheeks of one of the whores, giving him a view of the pink wetness within her tiny pussy.
God… how young as that girl?
And was it just him or did all these girls look distinctly Northern in appearance?
He used Observe on the girls and found that four of them belonged to Petyr Baelish, while the other two also belonged to Petyr but were in truth undercover agents of Lynalle.
"As much as I would love to partake, your grace, I'm afraid that I'm here for a matter of great importance" He said, and upon noticing Robert's falling mood he quickly added. "About last night's announcement."
Robert cast a regretful gaze at all the women sprawled across his bed and spoke up. "Very well. Destroy my fun." Then he clapped his hands. "Okay girls. Leave us alone!"
"When should we return your grace?" One of the more mature whores asked, trailing a finger down Robert's chest suggestively.
Robert chuckled at her action and threw a lecherous look across her entire body before he turned to look at him. "How long will this take, boy?"
"No more than half an hour, uncle." He said and Robert slapped the whore's ass.
"You heard him. Wait outside and come back once we're finished," Robert instructed the women. They promptly got up and gathered whatever scraps of clothing they could find before leaving the room, casting him suggestive glances as they departed.
"Hah!" Robert barked out as he closed the door. "I'll never get used to the women being more interested in someone else than me."
He remained silent as Robert sat up in bed, retrieved two silver cups, and poured Arbour Gold into them. Robert then handed him one of the cups and said "Drink!"
He did as his uncle told him, guzzling down the entire cup in one go and Robert chuckled.
"Aye, that's more like it," Robert said, but his expression quickly turned serious as he narrowed his eyes and inquired, "You mentioned this is regarding the announcement from last night. Do you have any problems with it?"
"No, your grace. In fact, I'm quite pleased with the betrothal," he replied softly. "I had the opportunity to speak with Princess Myrcella for some time before the feast. She is a kind and compassionate child, very... different from her mother."
"Hah! You can say that again." Robert said with a chuckle before he paused. "Don't let Cersei hear it though. She a spiteful bitch, that one. And even being her Goodson won't save you from her machinations."
"I'll take your advice to heart, your grace," he replied, but then his expression turned serious. "However, I do have some concerns regarding this betrothal."
Robert nodded solemnly and gestured for him to continue.
"Did you plan that betrothal in advanced or was it a spur of the moment thing?"
Robert chuckled at his words. "You want to know if I was drunk out of my ass when I made the announcement?"
He nodded and Robert let out a scoff.
"I may look like a fool, boy, but I'm not fool enough to betrothed my daughter while deep in my cup." Robert said as he poured filled their cups with the wine once again. "I have been in talks with your father for a while now."
"A while?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. His father hadn't told him anything regarding this betrothal the last time they talked. A heads up would've been helpful.
"A few days." Robert explained. "Stannis, that dour brother of mine, saw no problem with this betrothal. I planned to announce the betrothal during the next tourney, but yesterday seemed as good a time as any."
He nodded, wondering how to broach the next subject. "I… do have a request in regards to this betrothal though, your grace."
Robert drained another cup of arbor gold and gestured for him to go ahead.
"Up until now, the Queen has displayed little interest in Princess Myrcella, allowing her to blossom into a remarkable young woman. However, I am concerned that the Queen's attention may shift towards her upon learning of the betrothal."
"And you don't my daughter turning out to be like my wife." Robert said and then sighed. "Can't say I blame you for that. But there is little to be done in regards to this, nephew."
"You can send Princess Myrcella away for fostering." He said. "Casterly Rock, or Dragonstone are both acceptable to me. Hell, I wouldn't even mind if she's sent up to the North for her fostering, despite the message it'll send to the other lords. I just don't want her to grow up anywhere near the queen."
"Aye. I could do that. But then Cersei would never let me hear the end of it." Robert said with a derisive scoff. "Do you think that I haven't tried to get that little shit Joffrey to foster in other places before? No, she'll claw my face off before she allow any of her precious children to leave her embrace."
"You'll not change your mind on this matter?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at Robert who shook his head.
"Nah. It's not worth the bother. Trust me."
He nodded. "In that case. I humbly refuse this betrothal, uncle."
Robert paused in pouring another cup of wine for himself and slowly turned to look at him with a blank face. "What?"
"I said, I refuse this betrothal. I'll not marry your daughter."
Robert put the cup to the side as his expression slowly grew thunderous. "Careful now boy. Careful. I like you, but careful."
"I am very careful, uncle." He said calmly. "And I have decided that turning down a royal marriage is worth the cost of avoiding another union like Cersei's"
"Myrcella is not anything like that woman." Robert said and he shrugged.
"Perhaps not yet. But ten years under the tutelage of the Queen... and who's to say that she won't turn out to be just like her?" He asked. "Maybe she won't. But it's possible that she , I would rather face your wrath than take that chance."
Robert glared at him for a long moment before he spoke up. "The betrothal is not yours to refuse. You are the heir of of your father, who is the lord of Dragonstone. And you will do what your father commands you to do. Never forget that."
"Then I'll ask my father to refuse this betrothal."
"Hah! Stannis, refusing a royal command? If you think it'll happen, then you don't know your father well enough, nephew."
He thought for a moment before he nodded. "Aye, that's true. But my decision remains unchanged. I'll not marry Princess Myrcella if she grows up under the care of Queen Cersei."
"Your father would disown you unless you come to your senses." Robert warned him and he smiled.
"If that's what will happen, then so be it. I've heard that Braavos is a beautiful city. And I've always been good at counting coppers, as you put it. I think I'll do quite well there."
"You'll give up everything that you have, all the wealth, power, prestige, just because you don't want to marry my daughter?" Robert asked with narrowed eyes, challenging him to say otherwise.
He raised an eyebrow at that question. "Allying with Tywin and marrying his daughter, helped you keep the crown." he stated, leaning forward to meet Robert's gaze. "Tell me uncle, was it worth it?"
They both stared at each other for a long moment before Robert let out a sigh and broke the eye contact.
"You are a bold one, aren't you, boy? Refusing a royal marriage and risking the ire of your King. I should have you whipped for your insolence."
He remained silent and Robert took the wineskin and guzzled down the entire thing before he wiped his face and stared into the distance.
Robert stayed silent for a while before turning towards him with a weary look. "I wish you were my son instead of my nephew," he said wistfully. "That would have solved so many issues. I could have easily passed on this damned crown to you and then drank and whore my way to an early grave."
He remained silent as Robert gazed thoughtfully into his cup before he finally let out a heavy sigh and spoke up. "Very well then. Have it your way."
He raised an eyebrow. "You agree to foster your daughter?"
Robert nodded with heavy heart. "Aye. I'll miss the girl, but yes. I'll get her away from my bitch of a wife, if that's what you want."
"And… where will you foster her?" He asked cautiously and Robert chuckled.
"Not in Casterly Rock, that's for sure." Robert said with a scoff. "Old Tywin made Cersei the woman she is. What makes you think that he won't turn little Myrcella the same way?"
He nodded. "Where will she be fostered then?"
Robert pondered the question for a moment before responding. "I was considering sending her to Ned at Winterfell, but you're right, it would definitely send a wrong message." he said with a scoff. "And as for Storm's End, I wouldn't trust Renly to raise a goat, let alone my daughter. So, she will go with you to Dragonstone. I hope your mother will do half as good a job of raising her as she did with you."
"I'll not fail you, your grace. Princess Myrcella will want for nothing in Dragonstone." He promised and Robert waved him away.
"I know that much. Though I'll expect a raven from her every fortnight. Is that clear?" Robert asked and he nodded.
"Good." Robert said as he shook his wineskin and frowned when not a drop came out of it. "Now, was there anything else?"
"Just one last thing, uncle."
"What is it?" Robert asked, glaring at him impatiently.
"I've been going through Petyr Baelish's account books for the past few days. And I suspect that he has been stealing from the crown." He raised.
Robert's frown deepened upon hearing that. "That's is a series allegation, nephew." Robert said, giving him sharp look. "Are you sure about this? Accusing a small council member of treason is no small thing."
"I am, your grace. And I would like for your permission to detain the man for interrogation." He said.
Robert looked thoughtful for a moment before he nodded. "Very well. Take some of my men, and Ser Arys Oakheart with you as well. Just in case."
He nodded and got up from his chair. "If there is nothing else, uncle? I would like to deal with Baelish as soon as possible."
Robert frowned for a moment before he spoke up. "How long do you plan on staying in Kings Landing?"
"As long as it takes to deal with Baelish. But I'll leave once I've found and recovered all the gold he stole from the Crown."
"You'll stay longer," Robert instructed him sternly. "You'll take part in the next tourney and win it. And when you do, you'll crown my daughter as your Queen of Love and Beauty. It's the least you can do to make up for all the trouble you're going to cause me with Cersei."
He nodded with a smile. "Those terms are acceptable to me, your grace."
Robert scoffed. "Very well. Get out of here now. And sent in those wenches as you leave."