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CHAPTER 35- …women

STEPHEN BARATHEON POV

He woke up to the gremlin in his arms squirming about.

He opened his eyes and stared at Tyene who looked back at him with the eyes of a deer caught in the headlight.

"Good morning." He told the girl he'd fucked silly last night and for some reason, she squirmed even more uncomfortably in his arms.

He didn't understood why until she glanced down at his waist where his cock stood erect… and pressed against her belly. Ah, morning wood.

"Um." Tyene bit her lips and looked at him pleadingly. "Can we not do it right now. I already can't feel my legs."

His cock twitched at her pleading expression and his lips took on a devious smile. "You do know that the more you look at me with those eyes, the more I want to fuck you."

Tyene gave him an even more vulnerable look and nodded.

…this girl.

He shook his head in exasperation and removed his arm from around her. "Go."

Tyene stumbled down his bed and covered herself with his clothes. Her pussy dripped with his seed and some of her own blood as she unsteadily walked out of his room.

He let out a sigh as soon as the door closed behind her. The girl was trouble, and he wasn't sure if he did the right thing by having sex with her. Even though she was a catalog waifu.

He shook his head and got up from the bed as well. The bedsheets had patches of his seed and Tyene's feminine juices spread all over it. He should probably pay a tip to whichever servant washes that bedsheets.

For now though, he took a bath, brushed his teeth with a medicinal plant and toothpicks, wore new clothes, and got ready to face the day.

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He was walking toward the Great Hall for breakfast when he stumbled into Asha who was standing near the windows and staring down at the courtyard where a few young men had already started training.

"Good morning Asha." He said as he went and stood beside her. But instead of greeting him back like she usually did, Asha gave him a look full of hurt and betrayal and immediately strode out of the corridor.

He stared at her with pursed lips.

He had expected him to be slightly upset with him after he slept with Tyene last night. But he hadn't expected her to be this angry. Or this emotional.

He wondered if he should chase after her and talk things out. Or if he should let her be and allow her anger to shimmer down.

As always, despite his High Intelligence, women still remained a mystery.

Oh, he was understanding them better and better everyday. But many of their actions still left him stumped and without a proper answer.

He thought on it for a moment.

He didn't want to chase after her as men who chase after women often end up without those women. But at the same time, if he didn't chase after her then she might hold a grudge over his absence.

Hell, she might even decide to do something foolish, like sleeping with another man in order to get back at him… At which point he would kill that bloke and then never touch her with a 7 foot pole for the rest of his life, points be damned.

What made the choice for him in the end, was that he didn't saw Asha as only points. Over the past moon that he'd spent sailing with her, he'd come to care for her. And he was sure that she felt the same way about him.

He didn't want to throw that all away so he decided to go after her.

Asha had already left his sight. But his sensitive nose was easily able to track her down to the gardens of Sunspear, where he found her sitting on the grass and staring at the distance.

He went and sat beside her. Asha froze as he did so and turned to glare at him. "Go away."

"No. Don't think I will."

Asha growled and got up to leave, only for him to catch her arm and pull her toward him. Asha stumbled and fell on his lap and he wrapped his arm around her, stopping her from leaving.

Capture complete.

"Let go of me." Asha said angrily as she tried to escape his grip.

"Not until you talk with me." He said but Asha continued to squirm in his arms, until he got tired of it and whispered in her ears. "Continue this, and I'll bend you over my lap and spank you until both your ass cheeks are red."

Asha froze at his words and quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking at them. Aside from a few guards standing in the far distance, there wasn't anybody near them.

Asha glared at him. "What do you want?"

'I want you to stop bitching.' He thought with some mild amusement. But of course, he wasn't stupid enough to say that to her face.

Nor was he stupid enough to talk with her through facts and logic. Like how she should've known that he'll get other women and accept this already.

No, women were creatures of emotion rather than logic. They saw the world through feeling rather than fact. So if he wanted her to understand, then instead of talking, he would have to express himself through feelings.

He pushed Asha on the ground, and pinned her there, helpless as he leaned down and captured her lips with her.

Asha tried to struggle away from the kiss but the struggle lasted for only a few seconds until she gave in and reluctantly started to kiss him as well.

He let go of the kiss and pulled her back on his lap once again.

"You're asking what I want?" He said as he gazed into her eyes. "I want to hold you. I want to kiss you. I want to fuck you until you walk bowlegged like some cheap two penny whore." Asha growled at her words, even though his power told him that she was getting aroused "But above all, I want you to stop being angry with me. To talk with me, instead of running away."

Asha's narrowed her eyes at him, trying to stay angry, though her reddening cheeks told him that she was losing the battle.

"Come on Asha. Talk with me. You know that I care about you, right?"

"Do I?" She asked testily and he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Of course. Or do you think that I go chasing after all the women who're upset with me." He removed his grip from around her and waist and cupped her cheeks instead. "Let's talk this out Asha. Why are you so upset with me."

Asha frowned at those words and looked away. Only for him to gently bring her face to face with face with. "Asha, look at me."

She reluctantly did and he captured her lips once again. He kissed her until she was almost breathless before he stopped the kiss. "This is about Tyene, isn't it?"

Asha's eyes narrowed once again at those words. It looked like she was about to say some not-so-nice words to him before she visibly calmed herself down and sighed. "I wanted to spend last night with you. But when I came close to your room, I heard her…"

"Yeah… Tyene's a bit of a screamer." He said with a cheeky grin. "Though I think that she merely wanted her cousin Arianne to be jealous of her."

"I don't like her." Asha said and he raised an eyebrow.

"Tyene?"

"Yes, her. There's something about her that puts me on edge, despite how cute and innocent she looks."

Huh… is this the famous female intuition he'd read about in his past life.

"So… you would be opposed to her eating you out, while I fucked you in the ass?"

Asha grimaced at that. "I don't like being fucked in the ass. It's… strange, and wrong."

"Well, I don't care." He said as he gripped her ass and pulled her closer to him. "You're mind, and I'll fuck you however I want."

"Like hell I am, you two timing asshole."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't call me a Two timing asshole.

I'll at least a Four if not Five timing asshole."

Asha struggled to find a rebutted to that and settled with "Fuck you Steph."

He raised an eyebrow at that. "Right here? In the middle of the garden? Well, aren't you a brave one."

Asha growled at that. "You know that's not what I meant." Then she shook her head. "And what I you going to do with Tyene. Are you going to stop fucking her?"

He stared into her eyes and thought about a proper answer. But in the end, he decided to go with truth and honesty and said "No."

Asha glared him and he stared back at her. Seconds passed by as they held the stare off before she finally let out a sigh and slumped on his lap. "I hate you."

"No you don't." He said as his hand slipped down her trouser and inside her underwear. His fingers touched her fleshy nub and Asha's entire body tightened as he gave it a flick.

She barely held back a moan as she quickly looked around to see if anyone was nearby. His finger teased her pussy lips and her back arched with pleasure. "Not here Steph." She said, her tone half growl and half pleading.

"Why not?" He said as he entered one of his finger inside her pussy, smiling as her grip around him tightened.

"Stop it Steph. I'm not joking." She whispered into his ears as she hugged him tightly and rode through the immense waves of pleasure.

"No, I don't think I will~" He singsonged at her. And watched with some amusement as her will crumbled under the onslaught of pleasure and she finally let out a meek little moan.

"Steph… *haah* please. Stop."

He slowed down in pleasuring her and gave her a smug look.

"Apologise to me."

She gave him an incredulous look. "What for?"

"For making me run after you."

The confusion in her eyes was immediately replaced by irritation.

"Fuck you Steph."

He merely raised an eyebrow and pushed another finger inside her. Her body went taut at that and her fingers did their best to dig into his back as he sent another wave of pleasure into her body.

Asha let out a shuddering moan before she bit into his shoulder. "Steph. Please stop."

"Not until I hear that apology."

"Okay… I'm sorry." She whispered into his ears, her panting making his cock hard as well. "Are you happy now?"

"No." He told her, though he did slow down a bit. "Say, I'm sorry daddy. I'll be a good little girl from now on."

Asha's jaw dropped at that before the look of irritation was back on her face. "Fuck off! I'm not saying that."

He merely raised an eyebrow at her defiance before he increase the pleasure once again and she quickly bit into his shoulder in order to stop herself from moaning.

"Stop, stop. Please." She said as she shook and shuddered like a boat amidst a storm.

"Let me hear those words from your mouth and I'll stop." He said as he kissed her neck. "And be fast about it. I can hear people coming." He lied.

Asha remained silent and he increased her pleasure yet again, though he used his Shaper power to make sure that she won't cum despite the intense pleasure she was feeling.

Asha moaned into his shoulder as her thighs shuddered and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "…w- wai- wait…"

He slowed down and smirked at her. "I still haven't heard those words my dear Asha. Do you want me to continue?"

"No, please."

"Then let me hear them."

Asha glared at him. Though the glare didn't held much heat as she was still panting and shuddering his arms, her face red from the pleasure and exertion.

"I'm…" She bit her lip and gave him a look that promised retribution. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry what?" He asked and her glared increased in intensity.

"I'm sorry daddy." She said, her words sounding as if they'd been dragged out of her mouth with immense effort. "I've been a bad girl."

He smiled and let go of the block on her orgasm and Asha closed her eyes as her pussy gushed and released a deluge of orgasmic fluid into his fingers.

He waited for her to ride out her orgasm and return back to her sense. It too her almost two minutes to do so and once she did, she glared at him with a reddened face.

"I hate you."

"No you don't." He said as he got up from the ground, picking her up in princess style. "No, let's back to your room and get you a change of clothes. It won't do for you to walk around with soaked trousers like that."

"I hate you so much." She mumbled, her voice sounding exhausted.

"And I love you, my sweet pirate princess."

Asha buried her face into his shirt at those words.

"I hate you, you crazy asshole." She mumbled, even though her brain chemistry informed him that she was feeling warm, and fuzzy right now.

…women.

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"You're late." Arianne told him with a glare as he sat down on his chair, Asha silently following behind him as she took the chair to his

left.

She has been strangely silent since her forced orgasm. And he was now starting to wonder if he overdid it. Oh well, he'll have to talk with her again later. A proper talk this time.

"I'm Prince Stephen Baratheon." He told her as he stole a piece of stake from her plate. Eating meat in the morning. What barbarians. "I'm always on time. It is you guys who are early."

Arianne didn't look impressed at his words, and didn't reply to him as she went back to eating.

He took out some food for himself and some for Asha and they started to eat in silence.

Tyene wasn't in the Great Hall. Understandable, since he didn't heal her after their last bout of fucking. Mostly because he wanted to see her walk bowlegged, knowing that it was he who did it. And to let the rest of Sunspear know that as well.

It was a male pride thing. And he did feel slightly bad for not completely healing her. But he'd healed most of her internal wounds so she'll sore for a day or two at best before she's back to herself.

He looked around at the rest of the people eating in the Great Hall. Some of the girls and women noticed his gaze and sent him invitation through their eyes.

Yeah, no. He was already in hot water with Asha due to having sex with Tyene. He didn't need to add more complication to that. Not when these women won't even give him any points.

Some of his men noticed his gaze and gave him respectful looks. Some of them were the tradesmen he'd sent to Planky Town for trading. They must've already completed their deals if they're here.

It'll still take some time for his ships to load and unload their cargo into the Port. But once that's done, he'll be free to leave Sunspear and continue on his journey.

Though he had a feeling that he won't be leaving this place until Doran Martell has personally talked to him. In fact, he was surprised that he wasn't already invited to the Water Gardens.

His thoughts came to a halt as Eight men suddenly walked into the Great Hall.

Everyone stopped eating at the arrival of these men. Not because they were anyone important. But because they were wearing armour and carrying weapons.

He frowned as he sent a subtle glance toward Arianne, wondering what she was up to. After all, there was no way all these men were able to slip past the numerous guards in Sunspear. No, she had a hand in whatever this was.

"What is the meaning of this?" Arianne asked as she stood up and glared at those 8 men. She wasn't a great actor, but he decided against taking any action and let this farce play out. "Who let you in?"

Instead, he focused on those 8 men and used Observe on each one of them.

Gerold Dayne Lvl 9

Andrey Dalt Lvl 7

Daemon Sand Lvl 8

Deizi…

…

He blinked at that and almost chuckled.

What the hell. It was as if Arianne had gathered all her future lovers and pulled them all together into this half thought scheme.

He didn't knew what exactly this scheme was, but he had a good idea about where this was going.

"Come now Princess Arianne. We are all men of Dorne. Servant of House Martell" Gerold Dayne spoke up as he strode confidently toward their main table. "Why would the guards stop us?"

"You're carrying weapons into our halls." Arianne pointed out.

"Explain your reason for doing that before I have you thrown out of Sunspear."

He placed at Ser Manfrey Martell, the castellan of Sunspear, and the man stared a the entire proceedings with a helpless gaze.

Okay, now he was 100% sure that this was a play by the Princess or Prince Doran. And considering how cautious and scheming Doran was, he very much doubted that this was his plan.

"We mean no harm to you or any of your… distinguished guests Princess." Gerold said in a drawl "We're merely here to see if the rumours coming from Kings Landing have any truth to them."

"And what rumours would that be?" The princess asked and he decided that he'd heard enough.

He picked up the knife used to cut the stake and threw it at Gerold with a flick of his wrist.

The knife moved faster than eyes could see and was hit the wall on the opposite side of the Great Hall. The knife shattered upon contact since he hadn't reinforced it with his mana, its pieces clattering to the ground.

The entire hall went pin drop silent as they stared at the broken knife and then at him. And then at Gerold Dayne, who had a tiny cut on his cheek that was quickly turning red.

The Princess 'gasped' and looked at him in 'shock' "What is the meaning of this Prince Stephen?"

He ignored her as he eased back on his chair and stared at the 8 young men with an impassive gaze.

"It is rude to stand in front of a prince and not introduce yourself. But I'm generous and would allow you one chance to rectify that mistake." He said as he rested his chin on his knuckles. "So go on. Introduce yourself, mongrel."