Chapter Thirty-Nine

Private Quarters. His Glorious Aspirations.

While I'd made a deal for the acting Lord of Winterfell to purchase guns from me at a low price in order to form the start of a friendship between House Thrax and House Stark I knew that an alliance with a noble family of some feudal world wasn't much of a boon to a Rogue Trader Dynasty. However it was still early days for me and I would need to discuss matters with the Hand of the King in order to ensure that The North stayed out of the struggles that were about to start.

My intention had been to travel south once my business in Winterfell had been wrapped up, only I'd ended up coming back to my ship as one of my most vital supporters wished to met with to discuss an important matter. He had information for me that couldn't be trusted over the vox.

I'd had my own Master of Whispers long before I'd reached this world and since his main task was to monitor the crew for any talk of rebellion, and I was pleased to hear that he'd found none, he'd also worked to set up a spy network down on Planetos without me having even realised that we could do that. I'd had people I could send off on important tasks, to act as my agents, and members of my battle harem could even play the role, and now I had proper spies.

As for the spymaster he took the whole cloak and dagger thing seriously. He wore a plain grey cloak and kept his hood up so as to keep his face hidden when possible. He even had a dagger on his belt. He seemed out of place to me and I had to wonder if the man before me was actually a decoy for the real Master of Whispers.

"Now that the network is in place you will quickly be informed if anyone of importance makes plans against you my lord" promised my Master of Whispers "I would have gotten the network set up sooner if not for the actions of Lord Varys his 'Little Birds' do all they can to interfere with the network and many of agents are either unwilling or unable to kill the spies of The Spider since Varys mostly employees children".

Those that served the Imperium of Man through me could be ruthless people, but they weren't all totally remorseless killers, something I felt pleased by as enough children had died because of me bringing my cruiser to this world. I knew that I'd have a lot more blood of my hands before this world was made complaint and I had to steel myself for that.

As for Varys I had wondered why he'd been so foolish as to mention that I had the last two Targaryens as my allies and guests when clearly King Robert hadn't known, an act which had forced to modify my plans to some extent. Now it made more sense he was trying to limit my influence over this world. The silly Spider simply didn't understand how foolish this action was.

"The children are very good at hiding, Lord Captain" said my Master of Whispers "So I would suggest removing Lord Varys and letting his network collapse. It might even be possible for the senior agents who I intend to leave here when we move on to inherit much of Varys's network".

My Master of Whispers mentioned something about setting up some astropaths somewhere secure so that vital news could be sent to the Imperium, and despite me knowing that this wouldn't work I allowed it since I wasn't suppose to know that were in a totally different universe than we were supposed to be.

"Wait until after King Robert dies" I ordered "At that point there'll be enough chaos to act as cover. Oh and have the bastard son of Lord Bolton killed as well I foresee him becoming a problem in the future".

Actually I wanted him dead because he was a sadistic monster and I might as well try to use a little of my power to punish some of the evil gits out there.

"See if you can get your hands on Ser Amory Lorch," I said "The Mountain That Rides is a little to public to simply grab, but I'd like to present the Manticore to the Martells as soon as possible".

That was all I wanted from the spymaster for now.

"It will be done, Lord Captain" promised the spymaster.

With that the cloaked figure departed and before leaving I checked my messages to find that the battle sister who worked with the Inquisitor was requesting space on ship for the training of some novice battle sisters she'd picked up somewhere. Normally the battle sisters got their recruits from the Schola Progenium which taught the orphaned children of those who died in the Imperium's service. Perhaps the battle sister intended to transfer her recruits to some convent later and since helping with that would only improve my standing with the Imperial Church I approved of the request. If nothing else it would keep the overly pious woman too busy to bother me when she wasn't playing the role of bodyguard for the Inquisitor who must be off doing something important.

Once I'd moved from my study to my bedchamber to discover that both Missandei and Yara had gotten started with out me as I'd told them to. The translator had her head buried between the legs of the former pirate-princess and judging by the noises coming from Yara's mouth she was very much enjoying the attention.

I'd gone to bed with Missandei a number of times and she'd recently informed me that she'd be willing to let me sire a bastard. I'd mentioned to my future wife about fathering some children outside of marriage so that they could take control of some of my minor holdings once they were grown up. My children with Dany would become captains of the ships but while my children born outside of marriage could have control over the lands I'd conquered. Powerful lords tended to have bastards so my future wife didn't seem bothered by the idea. Should she fail to provide me with a proper heir I could see it becoming an issue, but if she proved infertile then I could have the cloning lab combine our DNA and grow me an heir.

My child with Missandei would rule the Stepstones for me and my child with Yara would be ruler of the Iron Islands, which I planned to add to my own personal dominion. The Lord General would not care about a few poor islands not if I brought Westeros under his authority without overly draining our resources. The latest reports I had on the Lord General told me that he'd turned his eyes on The Free City of Tolos which lies on the northwest coast of Slaver's Bay on the Black Cliffs. It is connected by Valyrian roads to Mantarys and Bhorash. The Valyrians like the Romans before them built many roads and the Imperial Guard would need those roads to help control Essos.

Given that Yara was basically my slave it might seem odd that I'd elevate any brat she birthed, but I wanted something else to help ensure her loyalty in case her mind-scrubbing wasn't totally effective. Besides I did need to grow my dynasty and Iron Islands weren't important enough to me to care much about which offspring of mine ended up ruling over them.

There was some risk in siring bastards as I knew the story of Rogue Trader Aspyce Chorda, she was the third of six children and only daughter of Rogue Trader Hamish Chorda, who hailed from a long line of influential voidfarers and star captains, as well as the infamous privateer Esme Chorda, who helped defeat the Space Hulk Cauldron of Savagery back in 673.M40.

Her father, who was the latest scion of the only Chorda family line to carry an Imperial Warrant of Trade. Had been a charitable spendthrift and habitual philanderer with dozens of legitimate and illegitimate children on both sides of the Maw, and had spent his life squandering the dynasty's wealth. Upon his death Aspyce resigned her commission in the Imperial Navy and immediately set about putting her family's ailing fortunes to rights. Her first point of order was to reduce the house's financial obligations, and to that end she employed assassins to eliminate all of her father's mistresses and bastard children so that Aspyce was left in control of all the dynasty owned.

Hopefully I'd be able to avoid something like that happening my dynasty.

"Let me help you my lord" said Missandei when she noticed my presence.

She stopped what she was doing so as to needlessly help me undress. Having her naked body so close as she ran her hands over my form would have gotten me hard if I'd not already become erect while watching the sex show.

"You keep going" I ordered my other servant.

Yara Greyjoy rocked back on the bed while spreading her legs wide so that I could see exactly what she was doing with her fingers. By the time Missandei had stripped me down the former pirate was close to her climax.

"Oh, I can't take anymore!" Yara called out.

"Then cum!" I ordered.

After a loud scream of pleasure a spent Yara collapsed to the bed and since it was a large bed I had plenty of room to lie down next to her.

"Come to me, Missandei" was my next command.

She'd been watching Yara as well and waited until I spoke before moving to join us.

"At once, my lord" she said.

The translator crawled across bed and moved to pleasure me orally while Yara took a much needed break. She slid her lips far down my pole and began to show off her skills at oral sex. I could well imagine that during her time as a slave that she'd been used to pleasure both men and woman at her owner's command.

"May I ride you my lord?" Missandei requested after pleasing me for a time.

Since I would enjoy this I gave her permission and soon warm pussy was filled with my cock as she began to use her cunt to milk the cum from my balls. Missandei could be a very stoic person who was used to hiding her feelings, something she'd learned to do as a slave so as to help avoid displeasing her masters I figured, however since my psyker powers were growing she couldn't hide her true feelings from me. She was really attracted to me and liked the idea of having my child, as many women were when it came to powerful men. As she rode me I pushed my hips up so that my cock when all the way up into her tight hairless cunt and despite her self control this act made her cry out in pleasure.

"Looks like someone's having fun" I commented.

Missandei leaned forward and planted her hands on my shoulders, one she had some support she began to bounce up and down on my cock. She moved slowly at first, taking some time to enjoy herself for a change. I was much more generous lover than the slave masters she'd been forced to go to bed with and she'd gotten comfortable enough with me to do more than her duty when it came to fucking.

"You want my baby inside you" I stated.

Rather than answer that verbally, unless her moans counted as a form of communication rather than just an expression of how good she felt, her only response to what I'd just said was to increase her pace. She grabbed onto my shoulders more firmly and began to move even faster as I held on to her hip with ,u left had and with the other I captured one of her nipples. Soon it was being pitched between my fingers and this made her moan even louder.

Yara began to showed some signs of life. I could tell that her hands had drifted between her legs as she enjoyed the show. Watching the translator ride me must be indeed be an arousing sight if she felt up to having an orgasm.

"Please give me your seed my lord" Missandei pleaded.

I smiled up at her and cupped Missandei's breasts as I gave her exactly what she wanted. Upon reaching climax I shot a load of baby batter up into her waiting womb and she son collapsed on top of me.

"May I go next my lord" requested Yara.

She was going to have to wait a little while. My recovery rate was a good one thanks to my enhancements but I still needed to reload my gun so to speak.