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299 AC

oOo

Bitterbridge, with Arianne Martell…

The days following her arrival at Bitterbridge alongside her uncle, Oberyn, had been quite insufferable for Arianne.

Not only because she had real duties to attend to as the heiress of Sunspear, like managing Dornish affairs and better familiarizing herself with the many nobles of the Reach that were present, but because she was just so unbelievably sex deprived.

Usually she would just garner gratification from her cousin, Tyene, but the Sand Snakes had left for Harrenhal alongside her uncle and the Dornish army.

It wasn't as if there was no way for Arianne to rid herself of her frustrations. After all, she was currently residing in the main forward camp of the Tyrell-Targaryen-Martell coalition which housed a plethora of men from varying backgrounds.

But while she normally would find some handsome knight's heart to play with, that was not an option at the moment because she was being constantly watched by her father's most trusted friend and guard, Areo, who worked diligently to thwart all of her deviant tendencies.

The man she considered to be more of a father than her actual father so far hadn't allowed her to be alone with anyone let alone a man.

But today she refused to be slowly bored to death with the idle chit chat she was unfortunately now used to having.

She would find some form of entertainment, even if it came from a source she wasn't very familiar with.

And so here she was being escorted toward the portion of the camp that was being used by the only other princess present.

Arianne's initial impression of the youngest Targaryen was that Daenerys was a rather intelligent and steadfast girl which didn't at all match her soft and beautiful features which she dare say matched her own.

The subtle and soft curves of the Targaryen princess's petite body was of course not even close to her own curves that could only be described as thick and bodacious, but Arianne could tell that once the girl's assets were finished growing she could draw the eye of any man.

Looks aside, Daenerys also seemed genuinely interested in learning about the ongoing logistics in regards to the war despite not being required to be involved in those types of 'manly' matters whatsoever.

Needless to say, Arianne's interest in the exiled princess had been adequately piqued.

As she continued to make her way through the camp, Arianne absorbed the thirstful leers of the countless men she passed with a smirk. She even went as far as to add a bit more switch to her walk.

The sway of her large, shapely ass which could be outlined clearly through her thin fabric long, silky dress immediately drew mass attention from squires to knights.

"Watch it, Princess." Areo grunted from where he trailed protectively a bit behind her causing her to roll her eyes.

It felt like forever since Arianne last had the chance to let loose and have a night of fun.

Unfortunately she wouldn't be able to do as she pleased outside of Sunspear without her father hearing about it.

Eventually, her immodest thoughts ceased when she became aware of the clanging of wood on wood as she drew near the home tent of the Targaryens.

She blinked in surprise when saw the princess, dressed in simple leather trousers and a tunic that was obviously too large for her frame, hitting a dummy with a wooden training sword.

It was obvious that the girl wasn't nearly as experienced with a weapon as Arianne's cousins were but just the fact that she had even lifted it and was swinging it semi-properly was more than enough to impress the Dornish heiress.

She had once attempted to learn a few sword tricks from her cousins so she knew how heavy those training swords were.

Seeing as how the Targaryen was quite absorbed in trying her best to chop away at her target, the only other person present to notice Arianne's arrival first, other than the aged knight nearby who watched her and Areo like a hawk, was a small, bronze skinned girl who seemed to be the princess's personal aide.

"My lady, Princess Arianne has arrived!" The little girl told Princess Daenerys who quickly turned around, her long silver-blonde hair that was fashioned into a messy, ponytail whipped through the air.

Arianne once again noted the exceptional beauty of the Targaryen princess. Even while dressed in clothes meant for men and her skin glistening with sweat Daenerys had an aura of beauty around her that could make any man an admirer.

"Princess Arianne! My apologies for not noticing your presence earlier." Daenerys kindly greeted her even as she huffed tiredly.

"No apologies needed, Princess. The fault is mine for arriving unannounced." Arianne smiled as she came closer to the girl.

"Though if I hadn't come without prior word then I don't think I would've seen such a surprising sight. I didn't know you were trained in the ways of the sword, Princess." Arianne commented as she closely observed the training dummy which sported countless abrasions on it.

"I'm still learning. It hasn't been long since Perseus started teaching me." Daenerys admits.

Her words made Arianne's brow rise in surprise. "My cousin decided to teach you how to use a sword? That's quite surprising." She says.

"Well, it's more like Perseus finally gave up on trying to get me to not learn. I had to constantly nag him about it for a while. No man really wants to see a woman fight alongside them on a battlefield. They'd much rather we look pretty and pop out babies for them." Daenerys said with some bitterness as she swiped the sweat from her brow.

Meanwhile Arianne understood the girl completely, because even though Dorne was a lot more open to the idea of female fighters, at least compared to the other kingdoms, her own cousins had to constantly pressure her father into letting them become full-blown warriors instead of embracing the more traditionally female route.

Although for the sake of getting to know the princess's mindset more, Arianne lightly countered. "War and violence is generally seen as a man's job. Though for a good reason. Knowing how to separate one's head from their shoulders isn't exactly a skill that most men would look for in a wife." She jokes.

She noticed a small frown crease the brow of the princess at her words. "Well, I'm not like most women. I'd rather die on a battlefield than in a monastery." Daenerys said resolutely.

Arianne could feel the firmness in the young woman's words, it made her lips tug upward. "Yes, you certainly are not like most women, your highness." Arianne's lips tugged upward.

The princess was starting to greatly remind her of her cousins before they had reached the level of skill where they completely shut down any debate on whether or not they could succeed in such a male dominated profession.

"Sorry if I'm being too frank, but is there a particular reason you've come to see me?" Daenerys asks after a moment.

"It's nothing too important. Rather, I just wanted a moment to talk with you and get to know a bit more about my cousin's side of the family." Arianne admitted with a smile.

Daenerys blinked in surprise, she was obviously used to people approaching her while covering their own ulterior motives. "Oh, well that's fine I suppose. But I'd like to bathe and change my attire first." She says.

"Of course. I'll wait for as long as I need to. Though I do hope that one day we'll be close enough to do such things together." Arianne giggled at the red blush that enveloped the girl's face at her words.

After about an hour's worth of time was spent waiting for Princess Daenerys to freshen up, Arianne was finally called inside of the Targaryen's abode.

Just as Arianne was about to enter through the entrance of the tent she heard a commotion from behind.

Turning around, she saw that the old knight from before had planted his sword into the ground and stood blocking the path from Areo, creating a thick tension between the two, as if a veteran griffin had barred the path of a grizzled bear.

"Only the lady will be permitted inside." The old knight stated firmly, even in the face of one of Dorne's fiercest warriors his eyes were like hardened stone.

Seeing that Areo was about to give his own firm rebuttal, Arianne quickly defused the situation. "It's fine, Areo. It'll be just me and Princess Daenerys. Wait here for me." She ordered which inevitably made them back away from each other.

The situation now handled, Arianne deftly entered the tent which was as spacious and comfortable looking as she thought it would be.

"My apologies if it's a bit messy. I've been keeping busy organizing our things." Daenerys sheeply apologized for the large pile of clothes & other items that sat around the only bed in the tent.

It didn't take her long to realize that there were men's clothing mixed with female clothing. And since she had heard that Prince Viserys had been sharing a tent with his newly betrothed before he left to secure the Gold Road, the only other person who could be staying inside the princess's tent was her cousin, Perseus.

"Have you and Perseus always been so close?" Arianne asks.

"Yes. We practically shared everything besides clothes when we were in Essos." Daenerys says lightly as she led her over to the lounge area within the tent fit with large, puffy pillows and soft looking couches.

After taking a seat, Arianne was immediately presented with a platter of fruits and cheeses along with a pitcher of wine by the cute little servant girl from before who she had learned was called Missandei.

"Thank you!" Arianne smiled warmly at Missandei, who flushed as she began filling their goblets with red wine before leaving shortly after.

"So, what did you want to know about my family, Princess Arianne?" Daenerys asked as she took a small tip from her cup.

After taking a long sip from her own goblet, Arianne responded. "I'll try not to ask anything too personal. But I am curious about the kind of person my cousin is." She says truthfully.

There was no need for her to be tactful about her wanting to know more about Perseus, not with Daenerys at least, because the girl would soon be made aware of the betrothal between Arianne and her nephew.

At her words, Daenerys sat in thought for a long moment before speaking. "I think Perseus is similar to how my brother, Rhaegar, was supposedly like." She muses.

"So a pacifist?" Arianne asks, causing Daenerys to quickly shake her head.

"Gods no. Sure, Perseus is very kindhearted and merciful. But only to those he is loyal to and those who have loyalty for him." Daenerys says.

"Loyalty? Not love?" Arianne questioned, starting to become intrigued.

Daenerys shrugged. "Loyalty is stronger than love in Perseus's eyes. He once told me that, 'love is just a feeling, but loyalty is a choice." She replied.

Arianne would've loved to know how that particular belief came to be but alas her mysterious cousin was not within even a day's ride from her.

"So what did you mean when you said that Perseus is similar to Rhaegar?" Arianne asks.

"Perseus is…blessed. No matter the circumstances, he always performs exceptionally well." Daenerys said honestly.

"So he's musically talented, like how Rhaegar was?" Along with the bitter sweetness of red wine, a smidgen of disappointment entered Arianne.

Since her father had been so adamant on finding her a man to marry, Arianne had already seen and met most of the strongest, brightest or most talented men Westeros had to offer.

And more often than not, she had been let down from her previously high expectations.

But before Arianne could change the course of the conversation to more exciting matters, Daenerys let out a surprisingly vain laugh.

"Talent is an understatement when you look down on others." Her fellow princesses statement was said with such firm belief that it made her accept everything the princess said thereafter with absolute certainty.

"Perseus taught himself how to read and write before his tenth name day. And he's not just smart either. I've seen him pick up a random weapon and master it in the same time it took for me to prepare dinner. Hells, he's even out-performed a bard just to prove that he could make more coin from the crowd. If there is such a thing as perfection, Perseus would be closest to the peak. There's absolutely nothing he can't do."

Arianne's curiosity and amazement grew with each accomplishment of Perseus's that Daenerys told her about.

It was being made plainly evident to her that Perseus was not the average man, or even above average.

According to the princess in front of her, he was looking more like the perfect amalgamation of two of the greatest bloodlines in history, Rhoynar and Valyrian.

Be it physical excellence, mental resilience or latent talent, Perseus Targaryen seemingly lacked nothing.

Arianne subconsciously licked her lips as a familiar heat began rising in her lower regions. Though she still felt reserved about the possibility of her freedom being put under question, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to marry and subsequently 'devour' the pinnacle of man.

She could envision it already; her on top of Perseus in all of her naked glory with a triumphant smirk on her face as she stared down at him sweating and mewling helplessly beneath her just like how all of her past lovers eventually ended up.

"Princess Arianne?" Daenerys's slightly confused voice broke Arianne from her deep trance.

Arianne swiftly corrected herself and cleared her throat. "My apologies, I was just surprised at how much you admire your nephew." She said, expertly playing off the fact that she had been just moments away from relieving herself at the thought of her own cousin, audience or not.

Oddly enough, Daenerys gained a somewhat flustered look of her own at her words.

"O-oh, well that's just because I'm very proud of Perseus." Daenerys says as her cheeks were tinged pink.

Yet another odd reaction from the silver haired princess but instead of thinking further about the girl's reaction to her words, Arianne chose to take the conversation to another subject.

"I would say that I'm satisfied but honestly my curiosity about my cousin has only grown. Nevertheless, thank you for your help, Princess Daenerys." Arianne smiled gratefully before adding, "If there's anything you want to know regarding me or my family, please feel free to ask me anytime."

"Actually, I was curious about something." Daenerys says nervously.

"By all means ask away." Arianne says.

Daenerys seemed to hesitate for a moment before gathering the courage to ask. "Are the rumors about you true?" She said quickly.

Arianne rose a brow at her question. "Well I guess that depends on what rumor you've heard, Princess." She said back.

"I heard that you were very…open about your sexuality. And that you've had a lot of experience dealing with men." Daenerys says slowly,

Arianne giggled as she watched the nervous princess deliberately form her words carefully.

"We Dornish are very open about our love lives so the first rumor you heard is true. But while I have had my fair share of lovers I'm not nearly as much of a harlot as people believe me to be." Arianne said truthfully.

Arianne held no shame in saying that she had multiple lovers in the past.

She was a virile, well matured and beautiful Dornish woman who just so happened to be the heiress of Sunspear. It would've been more of a shock if she hadn't chosen to take at least one or two temporary lovers.

And sure she had done a great amount of teasing throughout her life, even going as far as to make it into a man's bed before 'changing' her mind last minute, but Arianne had always acted against the common belief that she was a harlot who would suck and fuck every man in a twenty-five mile radius just because.

Her standards for her lovers were higher than what most noble women had in regards to their future husbands.

Wealth, smarts, strength or looks alone wasn't enough to become one of Arianne's lovers.

One needed a combination of all the above in order to even put their foot in the door and even then being granted access to her bed was never guaranteed.

It took great effort and time on the men's part to convince her into lending them her most valuable treasure, which was her body.

And of the rare few who had managed to reach that point, which she could count on two hands, all of them had been tossed aside once it became apparent that they wouldn't be able to meet her day-to-day sexual needs.

"I never once thought that you were a harlot by the way!" Daenerys quickly tells her, "I just needed to know if you would be able to help me with a problem I've been having."

Arianne let out a giggle. "I've taken no offense, Princess. Tell me, what's this problem you've been dealing with?" She asks, curious.

Daenerys twiddled her thumbs for a moment before slowly starting. "Well, recently I've been having these…thoughts, about someone close to me." She says.

"Would you care to share who this someone is?" Arianne said as she adjusted herself into a more comfortable position.

Again, Daenerys showed much hesitation. "Don't worry, despite what you may have heard, I'm not one to gossip about others' relationships." Arianne promised truthfully.

After all, it had always irked Arianne when others talked and gossiped about her love life which they knew nothing about.

Eventually the princess replied. "It's my nephew." She says with hesitation as if she were afraid that saying his name would summon him.

It was satisfying for Arianne to learn that her earlier suspicions were true. She had noticed the way the princess spoke about Perseus. It wasn't exactly a way of speaking one should use when talking about their nephew.

Though she was still definitely surprised by the revelation. The practices and tendencies of House Targaryen were no secret but to see it firsthand was another matter entirely.

Arianne herself committed incestestous acts with her cousin Tyene so she didn't necessarily care if Daenerys held feelings for her nephew. And it wasn't as if she would be able to do anything about it even if she didn't support the idea.

The reason no one said anything about the Targaryen's habit of inter-mingling was that no one was brave enough to be the ones to try and prevent the house of dragons from fucking one another.

"How long have you felt this way about Perseus, Princess?" Arianne asks curiously.

"I've always loved Perseus, but it's only been recently that I've started to think so…strongly about him." Daenerys tells Arianne, causing her to hum in thought.

"So why not just confess your love to him. Most men wouldn't mind having such a beautiful young maiden chasing after them." She said, amusedly.

"But Perseus is going through so much with the war and all. Sometimes it's hard for him to even get a good night's rest. It just doesn't sit right with me to put another burden onto him." Daenerys finished with a downcast expression.

Arianne lets out a heavy sigh as she adjusts herself to be a bit more comfortable in her seat.

As the eldest child and only daughter of her parents, Arianne admittedly never had to deal with these types of issues.

Usually at this point she would just tell the other girl to just give her body to whoever she admired and be done with it, but something about the Targaryen princess made Arianne want to genuinely help her.

"Well, your first mistake was thinking of yourself as a burden. You must never, and I mean never, think of yourself as such. You may not have the same status or duties that would make you equal to Perseus, but your role as his woman would be just as important as anything else." As Arianne spoke she noticed the way Daenerys gradually loosened up.

"How so?" The silver-haired girl questioned.

"A man's life, one with value at least, is supposed to be difficult. They're supposed to go about their life with less luxury and more work. This is essential for them to be the best man they can be."

"So with that being said, your role as Perseus's woman would be to be an endless source of peace and joy for him. Your mere presence should make it so that when it's just you and him, there should be nothing else in the world that matters to him at that moment." She finishes.

As Daenerys digested that influx of knowledge with a contemplative frown Arianne continued on.

"Your other mistake ties into what I just said. You were only thinking about the potential negative effect that you would bring to his life by revealing your true feelings to him when you should've been thinking about the positive effects your actions would bring. Tell me, does Perseus currently have anyone he can wholly be himself with? Someone he can openly relax and enjoy a moment of leisure with?" Arianne asked.

"Well, not really. He only ever relaxes around either Viserys or me." Daenerys admits.

Having expected as much due to the rumors about his lack of trust in others, Arianne nodded. "Then who else if not you to bring him further peace? He should love you no less for wanting to do such a thing for him more often." She pointed out.

For a long while, Princess Daenerys remained silent as a mouse. Until eventually something in her mind clicked and she grew a smile so genuine and pure that Arianne couldn't help but gain a smile of her own.

"I think I understand better now. This whole time I thought I was being selfish to want to give Perseus my love, but I should look at it as more of a showing of gratitude." Daenerys says with an enlightened look in her eyes.

Nodding confirmation, Arianne allowed the other girl a moment of respite before she gained a mischievous look. "Although, there is a more direct way to portray your…gratitude." She smirked.

Confusion once again found its way onto the younger girl's face. "What is it?" A fire of curiosity lit in the oh-so innocent princesses eyes.

"In my opinion, it's one of the best gifts a man can receive from a woman. But you're not ready for such knowledge yet." Arianne says, being knowingly cryptic.

"It can't be that difficult! Can't you tell me? Please!" It was honestly so adorable to see the princess of the infamous House of Targaryen be as innocent as a doe when it came to matters such as this.

Nevertheless, Arianne felt it too early to introduce Daenerys to what she was talking about.

"How about this, if you successfully manage to secure Perseus's favor, I'll show you how to make him the happiest man in the world." Arianne proposed.

"Deal!" Daenerys says in a heartbeat, she was so sure of herself that Arianne was confident that she would succeed.

And if she were honest, Arianne hoped the girl would succeed. She could already imagine herself and her fellow princess devouring the king in a way that would surely have him thanking every god for being born the man he is.

oOo

At Harrenhal, with Perseus…

Perseus splashed water onto his face before peering at his mirror self.

Over the course of a week a few of his features had changed.

The thick, prominent patch of raven black had nearly vanished from his head, leaving behind only a few strands of black amidst the silver-white locks his family was famously known for.

And the sea-green flecks that once brightly decorated his deep lilac eyes were now just barely twinkled.

But it wasn't just his appearance that had gone through significant changes.

His mind for once felt clear and less burdened. Like he had been trying to do two things at once before and reverted to staying on one track.

And he knew that it was no coincidence that these changes had occurred directly after being subjected to the vision of his mother's demise and subsequently the fiery vengeance he had called down on the vile Amory Lorch.

Just as it did in Lys, his inner power had exploded into an inferno that consumed everything around him in flames.

By the time Perseus regained control of himself, nearly half of Harrenhal had been burned even worse than it had already been.

Most of the defenders, confused at how their base had been so suddenly lit ablaze, had given up protecting the castle to escape and were led straight to the spears of Grey Worm and his men who waited in safety outside of the castle walls.

But Perseus's miracle act, which was reportedly already being dubbed as the Second Burning of Harrenhal, was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

Because unlike the first time he had lost control, the fire within him remained lit and burned more intensely than ever before.

It felt like molten lava was coursing through his veins. The feeling not only felt as if he had burned away all of his previous doubts but it also made him feel empowered physically, though not nearly to the same extent as he had in his previous life. He definitely was a lot more physically capable, but not single handedly battling a titan and an army of monsters capable.

A rapid knock on the chamber door made Perseus snap back to reality.

He had told Grey Worm to only disturb him if it was important, so after taking a moment to finish putting on his armor he made his way to the door and promptly opened it.

"What's the situation, Grey Worm?" Perseus said, stepping out to begin quickly striding down the hallway with the Unsullied commander and a few others following close behind.

"My king, the scouts gave reports of an army toward the south setting up camp." Grey Worms tells him.

"What banners do they bear?" Perseus asks.

"They carry Dornish banners, the golden spear of House Martell seems to be the most prominent house present." The Unsullied replied.

Taking in that information, Perseus quickly surmised that the army was most likely being led by either his second uncle, since the crippled ruling crown prince of Dorne was not fit to lead any armies to battle.

"What are your orders, my king?" Grey Worm asks, causing silence to reign as he pondered the commander's question.

Ever since he stepped foot in Westeros, Perseus had been wondering when his mothers family would join his efforts in overthrowing the usurper regime. Perhaps today would be that day.

'But what if they're not here to help?' Doubt briefly echoed in him before the fire within him disintegrated the feeling as quickly as it had appeared.

Perseus had never met his Dornish side of the family but from what he could tell from the stories he had heard about them from a reliable source (Ser Connington), they were a steadfast group of people who fiercely protected those they called family and would never turn their back on their own.

"I'm sure the Dornish are here as allies. Ready the cavalry, we'll ride out to meet them." He told Grey Worm who immediately barked out orders to his surrounding officers.

Once Perseus reached the stables, he mounted his horse, and quickly rode out of the ruined Harrenhal, followed by Grey Worm and a hundred or so Unsullied who were also on horseback.

It was a somewhat lengthy ride but eventually he was greeted by a sea of tents and a variety of banners.

If he had to guess, the army of Dorne was at least thirty-thousand strong, easily making it one of the largest forces in Westeros, probably second only to the Reach.

Perseus halted his steed, causing Grey Worm and the other soldiers to do the same, as he gazed at the camping army.

Most would've felt some level of unease at seeing such a massive number of men despite there being no danger of them treating him as an enemy, but Perseus's eyes shone without nervousness or fear.

A murky image of his past self standing confidently in front of endless armies of hideous monsters briefly surfaced in his mind.

If he could once face that kind of nightmare, then facing an army of men was child's play.

"Should I send a messenger ahead, your grace?" Grey Worm asks.

But before Perseus could order the commander to do as he suggested, the Dornish had seemingly already taken notice of his presence and a group of a few dozen horse riders or so were dispatched toward them.

After they were some distance from him, Perseus noted that there were three females mixed in with a single male that seemed to lead the convoy.

He wasn't new to seeing women in armor, some of the best warriors he had ever known were female, but in this new world he hadn't encountered any with the exception of Renly's knight so it was a bit shocking to say the least.

Only once the group closed in on his position, did they acknowledge him.

The well armored man that rode by near the front of the group was a knight that most would probably consider to be handsome with his collar-length, thick silver hair divided by a streak of midnight black.

"State your name and reason for being here or be striked down!" The angry-eyed knight demands of Perseus, drawing his sword and pointing at the group he perceived to be a threat which caused Grey Worm and the other Unsullied to respond in kind by leveling their spears at the man.

Before Perseus could respond to the knight however, one of the women, a fair woman with short golden hair and bright blue eyes, spoke harshly.

"Put your sword down, fool! Lest you wish to receive the wrath of my father for daring to draw a weapon on his nephew?" She scolded the knight.

Ignoring the knight's confusion and fear at her statement, the woman rode closer to Perseus, a growing smile on her fair features as she peered at him.

"Are you Perseus Targaryen?" She questioned with an almost hopeful tone.

Perseus replied with a half smile. "I am. I thought the hair would've given that away. And you are?" He asks.

At his confirmation, the woman grew a full blown smile and the other two women earned smiles of their own. Meanwhile, the man seemed to be completely shocked as well as more than a bit nervous.

Perseus blinked when the group of women suddenly dismounted and knelt on the ground in front of him.

"I am Tyene of the Sand Snakes. These are my sisters, Obara & Nymeria. And the fool who drew his sword on you is named Gerold Dayne. Feel free to have him executed, your grace." A twitch on the curve of the now named Tyene's lips at the mention of the knight's earlier gaffe let Perseus instantly know that the woman wasn't as innocent as her looks portrayed her to be.

Gerold Dayne shot Tyene a seething look before turning to Perseus with an almost practiced look of shame as he too dismounted and knelt down. "I'm better known as Darkstar, your grace! And my apologies for drawing my sword, I didn't yet know who you were." His head nearly scraped the floor as he bowed in apology.

"It's fine, Lightstar. I don't blame you for being vigilant. There is a war going on after all." Perseus says, struggling greatly to keep a mischievous grin from appearing on his face.

"My title is actually-" Promptly ignoring the knight, Perseus turned to Tyene and her sisters who were back on their feet.

"So you three are the infamous Sand Snakes I've heard many tales about? You are also the daughters of my uncle, Oberyn, correct?" Perseus asked them.

The one known as Nymeria, a slender, dark haired and black eyed beauty, answered. "We are, your grace. Our father spoke endless praise about you." She tells him.

Perseus couldn't help but snort at that. "I would've preferred aid rather than praise." He said with some bitterness.

For a house that claimed to put family above all else, the Martell's had remained oddly silent when Perseus first began the conquest to reclaim his birthright.

Nervous expressions fluttered through the group at his words. They obviously knew that what Dorne did by ignoring his requests was, at least in his eyes, nothing short of betrayal.

"I believe our father has a good explanation for that, your grace. Would you allow us to lead you to him so he can explain?" The other sister, who he assumed to be the oldest, Obara, suggested.

Perseus glanced toward the setting sun which was now nearly under the horizon. "Lead the way." He agrees.

He was curious to hear what sort of excuses his uncle could come up with.

After everyone mounted their horses, they galloped off in the direction of the still marching army.

Perseus rode at the front of the group and he quickly noticed that Tyene was continuously stealing glances at him whenever she could.

"You're a lot more handsome than I thought you'd be, your grace." Tyene abruptly complimented after slowing her horse down in order to ride beside him.

"Thank you." Perseus replied, not really sure how else to respond to that.

Though now that talks about looks had been started, Perseus couldn't help but steal a long glance at the fairly attractive woman next to him.

His eyes roamed over the lithe and athletic form of his cousin. Based on the lumps on her armored breastplate he knew that while it wasn't anything impressive she had a somewhat sizable chest.

And even though she was covered in light armor, her curves were nicely defined, allowing him to admire the way her hips went back and forth on her saddle.

His moniker would be the Great Deceiver if he said that he didn't get aroused at the thought of having her ride something of his…

It really had been too long since he'd last been intimate with a woman. In fact, he hadn't even met a woman who caught his eye since he first arrived in Westeros.

Well, besides Daenerys but his feelings for his aunt were more than a bit complicated.

Regardless, Perseus at least made an effort to keep his eyes ahead though it was a bit late seeing as how his actions drew a giggle from the woman beside him.

"I don't mind if you look, your grace. You're not the first and surely you won't be the last. I only ask that I receive the same benefits." Tyene gained a downright salacious look, that really didn't belong on such an angelic face, as she openly eyed his groin area.

It seemed the sayings that the Dornish wore their intentions on their sleeve were rightly made because Tyene was eyeing his crotch like it was her next meal which in turn made 'little Perseus' excited to the point that some quick adjustments needed to be made.

"At least your lineage holds true. Only a man born of Dorne would dare to hide a viper in their trousers." Tyene shot him a teasing smile before galloping ahead of him to join her sisters.

By now they were only a small distance away from the Dornish camp. In fact, Perseus could actually start to make out some of the sigils of the houses present like the vulture of House Belmont, the white hand of House Allyrion, the crowned skull of House Manwoody as well as many more.

But even though he was registering his surroundings, none of it mattered too much to Perseus at the moment because he was becoming quite fixated with the nicely shaped ass of his maternal cousin that peeked out from beneath her short, pleated leather skirt.

It seemed his gaze didn't go unnoticed either as every few moments Tyene would perform some adjustments on her saddle to draw his gaze back to her backside. And once she did regain his attention she would shoot him a saucy look over her shoulder.

'Geez, you're just as bad as those horn dogs from the Aphrodite cabin.'

As if thunderstruck, Perseus froze atop his mount.

His movement, or rather his lack thereof, first drew the attention of his men before eventually drawing the attention of their escorts causing them to reign their horses in as they neared closer to him.

"Is something the matter, your grace?" Obara asked him, but he ignored her questioning as his brow became marred with a deep frown.

Though he had been in the midst of his thoughts before, he had clearly heard a voice that was unmistakably similar to his own, but also different.

"Your grace?" Obara questions again, concern now evident on her tomboyish features.

Deciding that now wasn't the time to ponder on things he couldn't explain, Perseus came up with a half-lie. "I'm fine. It's just surprising to see that so many Dornish support my claim to the throne." He tells them before whipping his horse forward, prompting the group to do the same.

"Well it's only natural since you're a child of one of Dorne's princesses. We also despise the seat holders for what they allowed to happen to aunt Elia at the end of the rebellion." Obara says with venom.

All of the others, even Ser Gerold, gained venomous looks of their own at the reminder of Elia's death.

It seemed the Dornish truly did hate the Lannister's for the humiliation and insult that they were given that day.

Which wasn't surprising but it did make Perseus wonder more about the reason why his uncles had waited so long to join him.

The moment they entered the camp all eyes were drawn to them. Or more precisely, drawn to him.

Countless Dornishman gazed at him with awe and reverence as he was led through the camp. And more than a few shouted words of support and encouragement.

"Long live the rightful king!"

"His majesty has finally returned from exile!"

"Dorne shall have its vengeance!"

Perseus took in their roars and cheers with a slight taken aback expression.

He had never met these men before and yet they were treating him with such love and praise. Only the Reach had treated him to a similar level of acceptance. He couldn't help but feel moved.

Eventually, they reached the center of the camp where the command tent had been set up.

Standing in front of the tent was a well dressed tall man with long, sleek black hair and dark glittering eyes. A large smile rested on his face as he watched them approach.

"Daddy, guess who we brought back with us!" Tyene happily skipped toward the man after they had all dismounted.

The man stepped forward with no sign of his large smile wavering. "I'd ask who our guest is but I can recognize my lineage's handsomeness when I see it." He japes as he steps toward Perseus.

Now that they were face to face, Perseus noticed that the man was taller than him by a few inches or so.

"I'm guessing you're my uncle. Oberyn Martell, right?" Perseus asks.

"You'd be correct, Little Fang." His questioning brow only made Oberyn's grin widen.

"That's what your mother used to call you when you were just a babe. Elia used to say that even though you looked more like a dragon, you're still a viper. Don't question it too much, she also always had her way when it came to naming." Oberyn chuckled fondly.

After Perseus had witnessed the tragedy that befell the late Dornish princess that bit of light hearted information was very welcoming.

"I promise to share more about your mother with you at a later date, but I'm sure you wish to discuss more present matters. Please, nephew, follow me." Perseus followed the man into the large tent.

They went in alone, but were soon followed by one of the Sand Snakes, Tyene, who went to stand behind her father's seat.

"Would you like some wine, your grace?" Tyene offers Perseus after filling her father's goblet.

"I try not to take drinks from those whose loyalties aren't clear to me. But since I've been reunited with my family, I suppose I should partake." At Perseus's words, a nasty scowl formed on Oberyn's face though it wasn't directed at him.

"I've heard about your experience with that particularly traitorous cup bearing wench. I was very happy to learn that you survived. And if I had been there to witness such an act, I would've made that woman beg for death." Oberyn's words were seething with venom.

"Thank you for those assuring words, uncle. But I made sure that woman deeply regrets her actions that day." Perseus says, gaining a satisfied look and approving nod from Oberyn.

After Tyene filled his cup with the blood red substance, all the while making sure to keep her chest as close to his face as possible, Perseus shared a long drink with his uncle before the talks began.

"Before coming here, I first met with your allies at Bitterbridge. They gave me a quick rundown of what the current situation is like and what Dorne can do to help, but if there is anything else you need from us please let me know. My brother has pledged to give Dorne's full support to you." Oberyn starts.

Perseus nodded at that welcome information and took a short sip from his cup as he thought about his next words. "As you can see, I've managed to take control of Harrenhal. But I don't have enough men to keep it if the Lannister's wish to try and take it back." He says.

"I have been informed of this fact. The Dornish army here is at your full disposal, my dear nephew. Use them however you wish." Oberyn tells him, gaining a nod of appreciation.

"How many cavalry men do you have on hand, uncle?" Perseus asks.

Oberyn took a short moment to reply. "Out of the thirty-thousand men here, I'd say close to fifteen-thousand are horse riders." He revealed.

That was a very impressive number of horses. Had Perseus not heard of the famed Dornish horse masters he would've assumed that number was bloated.

"You'll need to take those horses and ride to where we'll be setting up the forward camp. The rest of the men can remain here at Harrenal until we call them for further reinforcements and or supplies. Do you have anyone that can watch over the men here?" Perseus asked his uncle who nodded.

"Ser Gerold should be capable of doing that simple task." Oberyn provides.

"That fool is more likely to brag about that stupid nickname rather than do anything worthwhile." Tyene remarks with a scoff, gaining a shrug from her father.

"He's the most capable man we have at the moment. Most of our best commanders are still in Dorne readying the main army." Oberyn says, immediately drawing Perseus's attention.

"This isn't your main army?" He asked the Red Viper who gained a devious smile.

"My brother and I haven't been twiddling our thumbs ever since you were exiled to Essos. For the last few summers we've been secretly building a fighting force strong enough to wage war against the entire Seven Kingdoms and have a good chance of coming out on top. The last of the fifty-thousand soldiers from all around Dorne should have arrived at Sunspear by now. They'll then be ready to deploy in a fortnight or less." Oberyn informed him.

Perseus blinked in surprise at that outrageous number. Eighty-thousand men was almost enough to match the Reach's main army which stood at one hundred-thousand strong.

It seemed that the Dornish truly hadn't forgot the slight they received that day.

A genuine smile formed on Perseus's face. "Then this war will be over far sooner than I originally planned." He said with some relief.

He had been anticipating that the war would reach the end of the current year at the rate things were going. But with the huge influx of troops and supplies from Dorne he would be able to plan his victory to be within the next few months.

They continued to speak at length about the plans for the war and the inevitable future where Perseus sat on the Iron Throne, but as they both finished yet another cup of wine they were beginning to tire of these very important but also boring talks.

"Oh nephew, I've just come to realize that you've never experienced what we Dornish call a 'red feast'." By now Oberyn was about twenty goblets deep into his own drinking, something Perseus didn't even think he could approach seeing as how his words were already becoming a bit slurred with his ten or so cups.

"A red feast? What's that?" Perseus asks.

A wide, snake-like smile formed on the prince's face, as well as Tyene's, making Perseus instantly regret his curiosity.

Oberyn shot to his feet. "Say no more, nephew! Your dearest uncle will have the best red feast prepared just for you!" He promises before dashing out of the tent with the same swiftness befitting his moniker, wine sloshing wildly from the pitcher held in his grip.

Tyene giggled at Perseus's perplexed expression as she walked around the table to give him an explanation.

"A red feast is a Dornish tradition that we partake in times of war, your grace. While traveling in between battles, our people would often grow bored due to having to stay in tents during the day because of the harsh rays of the desert sun. The heat was so bad sometimes that significant travel could only be made at night. So the night before everyone would drink so much wine that they'd sleep throughout the next day and then travel at night. The name comes from the ground being soaked with so much wine that the surrounding sand would turn red."

After hearing the backstory of these so-called red feasts, Perseus was really beginning to regret ever asking. It just sounded like a poor excuse to drink obscene amounts of alcohol.

"Are you really so sure that having our entire army being hungover is the smartest thing to do?" Perseus asks the fair woman.

"Don't worry, we make sure to keep a majority of our soldiers on high alert and usually not too many people wish to partake anyway. Although, this would be their first and probably only chance to feast with the son of Elia Martell…well I guess it's a good thing you brought your Unsullied with you." Tyene giggled cutely at the deadpan look he gave her before she hugged his arm to her bosom, which was no longer clad in armor, and led him out the tent.

Perseus gave a great sigh and wondered why all of his relatives ended up being crazy in some way.

oOo

In an encampment near the Gold Road, with Viserys…

It was becoming more and more difficult for Viserys to calm his nerves.

After duping the Tully's out of their highborn hostage (or who Perseus referred to as a vip, 'very important prisoner') and successfully escaping the swamp-like dungeons of Riverrun, he had been given the task of not only securing the Gold Road from possible enemy reinforcements but also keeping an eye on their newly acquired prisoner, Ser Jaime Lannister.

Needless to say, being within a short proximity of the oath forsaking knight that was responsible for the downfall of his family as well as the murder of his father, King Aerys, was making Viserys feel quite a bit of frustration.

And unfortunately before he departed, Perseus made it very clear that the Lannister was to not be killed or seriously injured under any circumstances besides self-defense.

To add to his dismay, Viserys currently didn't have access to the warmth of his beautiful bride-to-be to serve as a much welcome distraction from the seething hatred that boiled underneath his skin.

So the past few days for him had been spent angrily hacking away at trees while he waited in boredom for further instructions from his nephew.

And today was no different.

Beads of sweat rolled down Viserys's face as he unleashed a steady barrage of vicious, but also precise, sword strikes onto his target, showcasing beautifully how well-made steel easily slashed and stabbed through bark.

"My prince, there is word from the King!" A messenger boy cried out to him as he ran to him with haste.

At last, Viserys paused in his actions and took a calming breath as his attention turned to the young boy who

arrived at his side with a towel in hand.

After handing off his now dull blade to a nearby guard for it to be re-sharpened by the company's weapon smith, he took the towel from the boy before he began patting down his face and chest.

While he did this, Viserys motioned for the boy to relay his message.

"King Perseus has successfully taken the castle of Harrenhal and slayed all of the Lannister men that once occupied it." That news came of no surprise to Viserys as he had no doubt that his nephew would succeed in his quest to rid the world of more Lannister scum.

"Good. So I take it I'm allowed to leave the forces here and rejoin my nephew?" The expectation in Viserys's tone made the young boy fidget nervously.

"M-my apologies, Prince Viserys, but his majesty has ordered you to stay and continue to oversee the blockade of the Gold Road until a suitable person can replace-!" The boy nearly wet himself in fear when Viserys struck the tree he had been using for practice prior with a clenched fist, causing the very whittled tree to rattle.

Disregarding the messenger's pale-faced mutterings of apologies, Viserys stormed off as he fumed.

He didn't understand why he was still needed at the Gold Road. Surely his nephew would now begin marching a sizable number of their forces to the forward camp they would need to make to siege King's Landing now that they held control of all three major routes to the capital.

Did Perseus think him too frail to participate in the upcoming siege?

That couldn't be it. While he wasn't nearly on the same level as his nephew when it came to combat (a level which he wholeheartedly believed couldn't be achieved via any means short of being blessed by the gods), he was still very skilled when compared to other renowned warriors even when taking his admittedly significant lack of experience into consideration.

And the few people Viserys actually believed to be capable of beating him in a fight were either allies, too old or were otherwise preoccupied elsewhere.

So he couldn't think of any plausible reason why his nephew was not including him in the process of creating the forward base.

Which didn't bode well for his sanity, because the longer he stayed in close proximity to Jaime Lannister the more he felt the need to cut off his head.

So distracted in his fuming, Viserys came to realize that his legs had seemingly taken him to the main source of his turmoil.

He scowled at the entrance to the tent which served as the temporary holding of the disgraced knight, drawing uneasy glances from the two soldiers that were guarding the entrance.

After a long moment of pondering whether or not he could get away with murdering the captured lion via 'accidentally' setting his abode on fire with the nearby brazier, Viserys snarled in frustration before deftly entering the tent.

Once inside, Viserys was greeted with the unfortunate sight of a dirty, but relatively healthy Jaime Lannister who looked up upon hearing someone enter the tent.

There was a brief flash of surprise across the man's features before his infuriating, signature half smirk-half smile came into full effect.

"I was wondering when you would visit me, Prince Viserys. Having trouble sleeping without hearing my tales?" Jaime's flippant reminder of the very distant past only made Viserys's scowl worsen.

After glaring at the knight with a look that could kill, Viserys finally spoke. "I'm going to kill you, Lannister." He states bluntly with venom.

To his credit, Jaime remained unfazed. "Well, could I at least ask for one last cup of wine? For old times sake." He says with the same infuriatingly casual tone.

Ignoring the man's words, he continued. "It won't be today. Maybe not even this year. But one day, I will kill you for your crimes against my family." Viserys promised.

"Well, I don't doubt that since it doesn't look like I'll be leaving here anytime soon." Jaime jokingly held up his chained hands which tethered him to a steadfast pole in the middle of the tent.

Viserys continued to hatefully glare at the man in silence, causing the man to let loose a long sigh before he surprisingly gained a much more serious expression.

"I can understand why you hate me-" Viserys cut off the man's word before he could finish.

"Oh no, I don't just hate you. I despise you. I ahbor your entire existence. No amount of wine and whores would bring me as much happiness as I would gain by seeing your cold corpse at my feet." Viserys sneers, drawing another exasperated sigh from the man.

"Which is understandable, seeing as how I've caused you a great deal of pain." Jaime said, he was for once looking uncomfortable.

Viserys scoffed at his words. "Pain is the least thing I've had to endure these past years. My family was humiliated and forced to beg for scraps so that we didn't starve to death. We were beaten and hunted for sport like stray dogs by commoners and nobility alike. All because of you. All because you decided to go against the promise you gave to me that n-!" He just barely managed to stop himself from saying something that would no doubt make him the butt of the man's japes.

Though the matter of a knight's oath being broken was very serious, it wasn't the main reason Viserys particularly hated Jaime Lannister far more so than he did the many others who ended up betraying his family near the end of the rebellion.

The real reason for Viserys's unbridled hatred for the Lannister was due to a heartfelt promise that the man had made to him many nights ago when he was just a frail, scared little boy that jumped at shadows.

A promise to always protect him from danger, no matter the source…

Jaime seemingly took on a look of shame, no doubt having realized what was almost revealed. "…for what it's worth, I am sorry, Viserys. I never wanted things to end up like this." He said solemnly.

The corners of Viserys's eyes began to sting for reasons he didn't wish to admit. So without so much as a goodbye, he quickly barreled out of the tent in order to find solace alone.

If only he had stayed a moment longer, he would've witnessed the normally nonchalant Lannister shedding a silent tear.

oOo

Elsewhere later that night, with Perseus…

Perseus was admittedly having the time of his life.

The Dornish continued to celebrate well beyond the time the moon came out.

And by now, Perseus was pretty sure that the only people presently sober, besides the men who were tasked with over watch, was Grey Worm and his Unsullied guard.

Nearly every man had a cup of ale or wine in hand and was two sips away from losing grip of said cup and joining many of their companions that had passed out on the floor, plenty of whom were the defeated challengers of his uncle, Oberyn.

Seriously, if Perseus hadn't seen the literal endless amounts of alcohol a god of wine and his children could intake he would've crowned the Dornish prince as the best drinker he'd ever seen.

Still, Perseus was enjoying the festivities as it were. It had been awhile since he'd taken part in such a rambunctious gathering.

In the midst of listening to Oberyn drunkenly regale to a small crowd of listeners about how he managed to escape from a brothel of angry imps, he calmly noted the moment someone had suddenly wrapped their arms around him from behind.

He wasn't overly concerned with anyone trying to take his life. After all, besides the fact that his battle-sense would've alerted him to the danger, Grey Worm, who was just a few steps away from him, would've surely stopped any would-be aggressors.

Also, based on the admittedly pleasant feeling of exceedingly soft lumps of flesh melting into his back, he could throw a wild guess at who had approached him.

Perseus turned his head to see the deceivingly angelic face of his cousin, Tyene, who was smiling at him mischievously from over his shoulder.

"My apologies if I startled you, your grace. But I couldn't help but notice that his majesty looked quite drunk and in need of a moment of leisure." Tyene purred in his ear.

Perseus didn't disagree with her assessment that he was drunk, because he very much was. He was just trying his hardest not to make it so apparent in his face expressions which evidently failed.

"Should the woman who kept getting men to challenge me to drinking contests really be saying that?" He says dryly, though amusement shone on his face.

Tyene giggled as she sat rather close to him. "I'm not sure what you mean, your majesty. Are you trying to say that I plan to take advantage of you in your drunken state?" She says with an innocent eye flutter.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Perseus strongly meets her alluring gaze.

His cousin leaned against him, her chest squishing itself nicely against his shoulder. "Well, what if I told you that I don't regret my actions one bit?" She breathed.

"Then I'd say that you deserve any punishment that comes your way for trying to take advantage of your king." Perseus responded to her overt flirting in kind.

Tyene's hungry gaze briefly lowered to his lips before she held his gaze once again. "So as the highest authority present, wouldn't it be his majesty's responsibility to punish a naughty girl like me?" She asks with the same faux innocence as before.

Perseus grinned before he used his hand to tilt her chin a bit upward. "I'm quite enthusiastic when disciplining my unruly subjects. You might not be able to take it." He replied before intaking a sharp breath when her hand suddenly grasped his member through his trousers.

"His majesty could discipline me all night and I'm sure I would love every second of it." Tyene purrs, her desire very apparent.

Yes, this woman was definitely one of the most promiscuous he'd come across in this world.

Perseus glanced in the direction of his uncle, who had noticed he and his daughter's banter awhile ago, and was briefly taken aback when all Oberyn gave was a wide smile and a thumbs up in encouragement.

It seemed he had forgotten one minor detail about the Dornish and it was that they were by far one of the most sexually open kingdoms among all of the Known World, rivaling even Lys; a place commonly known as the City of Whores.

So after that moment and realization, Perseus no longer cared about restraining himself which inevitably led to the steamy situation that had now sparked.

Helping her swiftly climb onto his lap in a straddle, he hungrily claimed her lips which she returned with equal fervor.

As their tongues explored one another's, Perseus's hands roamed all over Tyene's lithe body before settling on her well formed and soft ass.

Once he began fondling her backside with strong hands, Tyene moaned into his mouth before swiftly changing her goal of trying to explore the inside of his mouth to leaving as many blemishes on his neck as she possibly could.

"You're going to leave my entire neck blue if you keep going at this pace." But even though Perseus complains, he's very much enjoying the feeling of her lips and tongue on his neck.

He was also enjoying the way she was grinding against his hardened crotch.

Tyene took a break from her routine to flash him a sultry smirk. "Well if you don't want me sucking your neck, then how about I suck your cock in front of everyone here?" Her warm breath tickled his skin and sent a shiver down his spine as she purred into his ear.

Perseus inhaled sharply when she reached down to his trousers and grasped firmly onto 'Little Perseus' who had long since been erect.

Tyene's hand began slowly rubbing his hard length making Perseus grit his teeth. He wasn't a novice to how daring alcohol and temporary celibacy actually made a person, but his actions with Tyene so far had all been done in public view without giving a solitary shit about any of the many people that were still around them.

It was a choice he couldn't have seen himself making in his past life, intoxicated and on a dry spell or not.

But alas, no matter how daring he had become in that regard, Perseus couldn't find it in himself to continue on within view of everyone.

So in one swift movement, Perseus stood up while throwing Tyene over his shoulder with no effort.

"Has his majesty decided to steal me away?" Tyene said through giggles, though she yelped when he delivered a sharp reprimanding slap on her ass, his hand lingering on the soft flesh as he fondled her along the way.

"And away they go!" Perseus heard a very drunk but also very awake Oberyn cheer happily as they left causing cheers to reign from behind.

Seeing as how he didn't have a tent in the Dornish camp, Perseus simply chose to walk to a random nearby one.

Once inside of the tent, Perseus took a quick glance around to see that it was thankfully empty of any people before he made a beeline toward a well made cot.

Though he made sure not to hurt her, Perseus dropped Tyene on her back and immediately crawled on top of her to begin hungrily kissing the Dornish woman.

Groans and moans quickly filled the tent as the two began partaking in an intense tongue battle.

He could literally feel the experience Tyene had as her tongue wriggled and writhed equally against his own. She even made efforts to overpower him though he quickly shot those efforts down by reaching down to rub her still clothed pussy.

After that, he doubled his efforts to completely plunder her mouth with his tongue. And though she tried her best to combat him, she quickly realized that she was fighting a losing battle so she ceased all resistance and simply allowed him to dominate her warm, wet canal as he pleased.

His hands refused to remain idle either as he instinctively began taking off her clothes piece by piece while still making sure her needs were being met.

Once she was fully naked, Perseus paused for a moment to admire her stellar figure.

The Dornish woman's tits were just enough for a handful, capped with fully erect and dark pink nipples that stood out in sharp contrast to her fair skin.

Her lithe waist also curved into well toned hips, a neatly shaven pussy and long legs.

Tyene wasn't on his list of the most stunning women he'd ever seen, but she was without a doubt on his list of very fuckable women.

And he made sure she knew that because a moment later Perseus latched his mouth onto one of her nipples like a starving babe while at the same time slipping a finger inside of her lower lips to quickly find her nub.

Tyene's back arched and she let out beautiful moans as Perseus showed very well that he was anything but a pushover when it came to pleasing his partner.

"Ooh!" Tyene gasped when he eventually added one more finger inside of her snatch to begin pulling on her quickly engorging sweet spot while also using his thumb to circle her clit.

All the while, Perseus's mouth was drooling all over her chest like a proper pervert. Sucking, licking and nibbling at her cute and hard nipples.

The somewhat quiet moans that came from Tyene's mouth at his administrations were lewd and indulgent.

"Oooh~" Her eyes were clenched shut and her breathing was ragged as she took his silver locks in a surprisingly strong grip.

Perseus's admittedly skilled 'handling' would've had Tyene squirming and squirting in no time but he decided to up the ante even further by adding his tongue into the mix.

He gave wet licks and sensual sucks directly on her clit as his fingers began pumping with a bit more force.

"G-gods…hnng~!" The effect was instant and Perseus watched with immense pride as the Dornish woman seemingly lost all sense of self.

Perseus was well aware that Tyene's no doubt very wet orgasm was coming quickly but apparently she didn't understand what exactly was happening to her at that moment.

"W-wait, I think something is wrong!" Tyene opened her eyes in alarm and looked at him.

Her somewhat scared and confused expression made Perseus question whether or not the woman had ever actually experienced a g-spot orgasm before.

He thought that seemed unlikely to be the case, Tyene seemed very familiar with the notion of sex after all, but such a reaction couldn't be faked, especially when he knew he was doing everything right.

Deciding to trust his instincts, Perseus momentarily took a break from using his mouth to speak. "It's fine, you can let it all out." He reassured her.

After a long moment of internal debate, Tyene eventually nodded and laid back down where she closed her eyes tight and apprehensively waited for the new realm of pleasure that was about to be opened to her.

Once he saw that she was getting more comfortable, Perseus began using his mouth again and began applying the final touch.

The exact moment he started using a significant amount of strength to pump his arm, and by proxy his fingers, firmly right into her sweet spot, Tyene let out a scream and went into a series of hard spasms.

To say Perseus got wet was an understatement, it was as if a geyser had suddenly opened, aimed directly at his lower face.

But he didn't mind as the liquid itself was rather tasteless, it was mainly the smell that stuck out the most to him. It smelled of sex, a sweet fragrance that made his cock twitch.

Tyene's explosion only lasted a few seconds but Perseus knew to give the woman a few minutes to come down from her high.

By the time she had finally somewhat returned to the real world, her face was stained with tears and her legs were still visibly trembling.

"W-what was that?" Tyene looked at him as if he had just taken her to space and back.

Perseus grinned. "That was just the beginning." He told her confidently which seemed to get her turned on to even further heights if her cloudy gaze and fierce lip biting was any indication.

Before he could even react, or rather choose to, Perseus was pushed on to his back before Tyene swiftly positioned herself so that his groin was directly in front of her face.

Then, Tyene was quick to loosen his trousers so that she could pull out his member.

"Great Mother Rhoyne!" Tyene gasped at the long, thick appendage that was currently resting languidly against her face.

Perseus already knew that he was well above average when it came to a certain part of his body, but he would be lying if he said that her reaction didn't make his chest swell with pride.

Eventually, the look of awe faded from Tyene's face and an even more steamy look replaced it before she grasped his cock with both hands and drew her face closer to it as if she wanted to become one with it.

A content sigh escaped his lips as he felt her warm breath tickle his throbbing manhood and the feeling of content within him only grew when she began giving it slow, sensual kisses.

"It's getting even thicker! I've never seen such a beautiful cock before. It's as well balanced as my father's spear. " Tyene purred as she lovingly rubbed his rapidly hardening dick onto her face.

Perseus couldn't recall anyone ever using the word 'beautiful' to describe his cock. But at the moment he couldn't care to give it any thought because the Sand Snake then started worshiping him with long licks.

He let out a shuddering breath as the short haired woman began licking up and down his pole while occasionally jerking him off.

She seemed rather content with going at her own pace and simply enjoying the taste of him, but Perseus had never really been a patient person so he gently but firmly set one of his hands on top of her head.

Taking the hint, Tyene reared her head back and parted her soft lips before taking in the bulbous head of his cock causing him to groan at the feeling of being enveloped by the warm wetness of her mouth.

For a moment, Tyene simply swirled her lips and tongue around the head of his throbbing cock. Her spit gradually cascaded down from her mouth, wetting his pole to an acceptable extent.

Then, as if desperate to taste more of his cock into her mouth, Tyene guided her mouth even lower, forcing her lips to stretch around his girth in order to accommodate him.

Once she had taken in just under half of his length, Tyene was forced to stop due to it hitting the back of her throat which caused her to gag a bit.

From there though Tyene surprised him by having his cock continuously hit the back of her throat.

She gagged a lot of course, as any woman would while trying to accommodate such a size, but she didn't let that deter her from loudly slurping back and forth on his manhood as hard as she could.

In fact, she seemed to get turned on even more by the fact that she couldn't fit all of him inside of her mouth. Her eyes were jaded and her tongue wetted the underside of his dick with a plain desire to taste all she could.

"Ah, fuck!" Perseus hissed, greatly enjoying the fellatio he was receiving.

By this point, Perseus had already begun to feel the rise of an intense release, it was just a matter of when. Which was completely fine with him.

After all, he doubted any man would be able to withstand the view of such a cute, fair-skinned warrioress moaning lewdly and drooling around a mouthful of their cock.

"Slow down a bit, I'm going to come soon." Perseus warned her, he didn't want to shoot his load down her airway on accident.

But apparently Tyene cared little for own well-being and decided then was the time to push her limits. She just managed to get the tip of his cock to brush past her soft tonsils, which immediately made Perseus give up on all prior restraint.

"Fuck, have it your way then!" Perseus gritted, deciding to set the pace as he firmly gripped the sides of Tyene's face before beginning to deliver a series of steady but mostly shallow thrusts into her mouth that repeatedly stopped just at the entrance to her throat.

Which, as expected, made it harder for Tyene to breathe comfortably, but she didn't give any indication of being unable to continue. In fact, she seemed to love that he was beginning to become more comfortable using her mouth for his own pleasure.

Deciding to up his game even further, Perseus quickly positioned them so that Tyene was lying comfortably on her back underneath him while he was kneeled over her face.

From there he continued his earlier actions of stuffing the angelic face of his cousin, but now he could use her upside down position to make his thick cock enter her mouth more easily which made his pleasure soar to greater heights.

Gripping the sides of her neck to keep her in position, Perseus's jaw clenched tightly as he began to firmly but carefully fuck the mouth of the relative he had only just met earlier that day.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

More tears wetted Tyene's cheeks as she tried her best to ride out the onslaught on her mouth.

But he could tell from how she was furiously rubbing her clit that she was greatly enjoying the rough treatment he was giving her.

The sounds of her loud gagging and his ball sack slapping against her face gradually drowned the room as he drew closer and closer to his inevitable release.

"I'm going to cum!" Perseus eventually announced, causing Tyene to begin firmly smacking his thighs.

Understanding that she was now at her limit, Perseus waited until he reached the point of no return before withdrawing his slippery, saliva-coated cock from her mouth. From there, he aimed the tip at her still parted lips before grunting as he began unloading ropes of thick cum into her waiting cavern.

He watched with red, lusted eyes as he fed her his seed. His pearly white essence almost filled her mouth completely.

Naturally his release ended, causing Perseus to close his eyes and sigh in contentment.

Tyene noticed that he was finished and began stroking the musky, glistening meat that now hung lazily across her face.

Once she had his full attention, she winked at him before making use of her tongue by playing around with the pool of his seed that she had been gifted.

After a long moment of Perseus heatedly watching her worship his thick load while she stroked him back to full length, she closed her mouth and hummed sexily as she swallowed all of his seed like it was a divine cuisine.

Her hot display had done its job in greatly arousing Perseus who was now fully recovered.

"No one has ever fucked my throat like that before. You continue to amaze me, your grace." Tyene breathed happily, her voice a bit hoarse after the rough treatment.

Still very much active, Perseus laid both of them on their sides. Positioned behind her, he began smothering her neck with kisses while fondling her perky tits. "I'm glad you liked it. But the night is far from over." He spoke with confidence, rubbing his stiff erection against her supple ass much to her pleasure.

Tyene moaned freely as he touched and caressed every part of her body without hesitation. Her own hand drifted down to grab ahold of his erection and she began pumping him with her hand.

She tried a few times to guide him inside of her dripping pussy, but Perseus purposely diverted his cock away at the last moment every time he was just about to enter her.

Eventually, Tyene became rather irate. "Stooop~!" Her melodic whine of frustration and need was like music to his ears.

"I want to hear you say it." Perseus breathed huskily into her ear.

This was his revenge for earlier when she kept teasing him. It was petty sure but well, he was always a petty person.

"I need it~!" Tyene moaned, desperately grinding her ass against him.

Perseus bit the inside of his cheek when his cock got hotdogged in the small gap between her soft thighs. He could feel her puffy and gushing pussy lips rubbing his hard-on, making it slick and sticky with her juices.

Nevertheless, he soldiered on with his teasing. "What do you need, hm?" He softly brushed his lips along her collarbone while casually flicking and twisting her rock hard nipples.

Tyene gave in much quicker than he thought because her next words were said without a hint of hesitation. "Please your majesty, I'm a needy little whore that needs your cock inside me!" She proclaimed.

Perseus blinked in surprise before a full blown grin formed on his face at her boldness. He was no stranger to bed talk but he had to admit he was pretty excited by her dirty talk.

"Alright then, little whore. I'll grant your wish." Within a moment's notice, he grabbed ahold of his cock, which glistened with her saliva and juices, and slipped right into her.

"Mm. Oooh~!" Tyene let out a throaty moan when after he gave an initial shallow thrust to test the waters he followed that by entering the farthest parts of her cunt with a slow, deep thrust.

Perseus couldn't help but give a moan himself. He could feel her inner walls tightly squeezing his shaft like an oiled viper wrapping around its prey.

After taking a moment to gather himself, he began sliding in and out of her with some difficulty. "Ugh, you're so damn tight. It feels like you're trying to rip my dick off." Perseus growled as he gradually built up a good rhythm.

"Ye-ooh! I-mmh!" Her words were evidently failing her, so Perseus took her moans of pleasure as confirmation that she was enjoying herself.

Perseus lifted one of Tyene's legs as he began gradually picking up pace.

He fucks her with a medium and steady pace that causes her to carelessly moaned so loudly that he was sure anyone within a thirty meters could hear her cries.

Not keen on drawing attention from outside, Perseus smoothly adjusted their positions so that he was now kneeled behind Tyene who laid her upper body flat while arching her lower back and parting her legs, beautifully showing off her petite bubble butt and succulent lower lips.

After rubbing her clit with his cock for a bit, making her give low moans of need, he slipped back inside of her then gripped her hip with one hand and used his other to grab ahold of her short hair which he used as his leverage to firmly but carefully bury her face into the pillow in front of her, muffling her loud moans.

From there he unleashed a constant barrage of strokes ranging far and in between, from shallow to deep. The effects of his actions were felt by Tyene instantly and intensely if the increase in her moaning was any indication.

All the while, his eyes were peeled on the overtly erotic view she showcased, the way her ass rippled from the force of impact whenever he went balls deep, his meaty girth doing a nice job of stretching out her lower lips.

Even the way she reached back with her hands to grasp futilely at the air, either wanting him to take on a more moderate pace or to pull him in so he could go even deeper inside her.

And every time he would begin to pull out her walls would cling tightly to his dick as if her pussy didn't want him to leave.

"Gods, your pussy is amazing! I'm gonna fuck you all night." Perseus grunted as he pounded her with the utmost intention of doing what he said he would do.

Since her head was being held down, Tyene's muffled words couldn't be heard so he withdrew the hand he had been using to push down her head.

In a remarkable display of flexibility most likely afforded to her by her training, a disheveled looking Tyene gazed back at him. "Yes, don't stop stuffing my cunt!" She cried out with a smile.

Though her expression quickly turned into a pained wince when he used the hand that wasn't being used to grip her hips to deliver a sharp slap to her pale ass, leaving a palm-sized mark that was quickly reddening, before firmly grabbing her hair to pin her head back down as he leaned over to speak in her ear.

"We're giving orders now, hm? Well I have a few, stay down, give me your hands and take my cock like a good little whore." Perseus felt his words, which exudes with fiery passion and absolute authority, create a shiver run down the woman's spine.

His own words surprised him. In the past, Perseus was admittedly dominant in the bedroom, but never to this extent.

But then again, he also never felt like liquid fire was surging through his veins which had grown even more intense with the addition of the overt amount of Dornish wine he had drank earlier.

Regardless, his dominance apparently only proved to reveal Tyene's submissiveness because she immediately did as he had ordered.

Leaving her face and chest on one of the nearby pillows, she put out her hands behind her back as an offering which Perseus gladly used as an opportunity to handcuff them in a strong grip.

From there, he began giving her rough and unrefined strokes that made her moans of pleasure reach new heights and try her very best to arch her back even more for him.

It was as if she was a fallen warrioress who was willfully and greatly enjoying completely submitting to the whims of a conqueror.

The enactment of it all made an intense primal urge rise from within him, making Perseus double his efforts in deeply penetrating the petite, lithe body beneath him with stabbing thrusts.

After this continued on for a while longer, Perseus took a moment of reprieve by leaning over and bringing their faces within inches of each other's.

"Do you like it better when I fuck you like this?" He asks curiously as he more so grinds his cock into her with sturdy and smooth thrusts that made it so she could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her deepest parts.

"Mmm, I love the way that feels. But I'd rather you fuck me so hard that I can't even think!" Seeing such an angel-faced woman spout such lewd words did wonders to his already raging libido.

Perseus couldn't help but initiate a long, heated kiss with the woman, their tongues and breath nearly becoming one as they simply gave in to their desires.

Then with seemingly newfound vigor, he stopped their intense make-out and put himself up into a frog position while closing Tyene's legs and tightly gripping her hips to keep her ass angled upward.

His cock still partially inside of her constricting cunt, Perseus made sure to aim the tip of his weapon directly at his cousin's sweet spot. Then, all that was left was for him to spear himself downward.

The effect was immediate and Tyene completely erupted into a waterworks of violent spasms and screams as her brain was overloaded with yet another electrifying orgasm.

"Hnnn, f-f-fuck you're soo good! God's, you're ruining me forever! Please, please keep fucking me!" Tyene cried out all sorts of obscenities to pair with the sound of his groin colliding with her rippling, pert ass cheeks as he pounded her sweet spot with the reckless abandon that she had desired.

After a few long minutes of railing a now delirious Tyene into the bed, Perseus felt a familiar tingle in his balls.

"I'm going to cum!" Perseus gritted out, though he never stopped fucking the delirious Sand Snake.

The light sweat on his glistening forehead made his efforts apparent, seeing as how it took a significant amount of training to make him start sweating. He wanted to make sure his bed partner would not only be very satisfied but also very sore in the morning.

"P-please, k-keep goi-ugh, I-hnng beg you!" Tyene pleads to him in half words and moans, her body exhibiting omens of yet another release.

And though Perseus did continue punching his cock deep inside of her, he did make an internal decision to pull out once Tyene went through another mind breaking orgasm and he could no longer hold off his own release.

With a hiss of effort, he just barely managed to pull out of her vice grip cunt with a sloppy, wet pop before treating her delectable ass like a blank canvas and letting loose thick ropes of pearly white cum that coated her lower back and ass.

After his climax, Perseus peered down at the close eyed Tyene who seemed rather unresponsive, the only indication that she was still awake was her dopey smile and heavy breathing.

"We can stop here if you can't go any further." Perseus offers.

A moment after his remark though, the warrioress jolted up and immediately latched onto him, or rather his cock.

"I'm going to enjoy this magnificent cock of yours to the fullest. I'll stay up till tomorrow if need be." Tyene says, grabbing ahold of his cock that was layered in their juices and guiding him to lay on his back.

Apparently, his cousin wasn't as out for the count as Perseus had initially thought, not that he was complaining. "Challenge accepted, I suppose. It's not like I have any important battles to win or anything." He said sarcastically.

"Trust me, the only battles you'll have trouble facing from now on will be in the bedroom. We'll make sure of that." Tyene remarked cryptically before beginning to use her sinful mouth to thoroughly lick and suck him clean, starting with his hefty ball sack.

And though part of him was curious as to who she meant by 'we', Perseus simply chose to rest his hands behind his head and sigh in contentment as he received one of the best gifts a man could be given.