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Camped outside the disreputable Yellow City, Yaling tried to stifle a giggle as an envoy with a ridiculous hairstyle in the shape of a unicorn's horn approached, riding atop a palanquin.

Looking down from her impromptu golden throne at the man who had to get off his high horse, Yaling could tell that the greasy man wasn't used to the position he currently found himself in. She, too, was still getting accustomed to the status she held, but it was commanded by her God, so she did her best to play the role of a goddess from her lavish seat.

The sweet Missandei, her dutiful assistant whom Yaling was growing increasingly fond of as the days passed, served the undeserving swine a glass of tea on the table in front of his lowered chair. Yaling smiled, remembering how king her Lord was to conjure the green tea leaves out of thin air for her. The tea's earthy flavor reminded her of the good times in her homeland.

"Greetings, Your Holiness, I am called Grazdan mo Eraz. The humble city of Yunkai welcomes you and has prepared an offering," Grazdan said, gesturing for the slaves at his side to bring forth a large chest, making Yaling frown at the interruption of her fond memories with her Lord.

"Riches won't save your city. Prostrate yourself to my Lord, and he may allow the Wise Masters of this city to live the rest of their pathetic lives as beggars," Yaling told the unfortunate envoy, enjoying how he squirmed.

Grazdan lamented his fate; why did he have to be the one to meet with this lunatic?

He knew why, though. The council's original plan was to meet the Golden Saintess on the field with overwhelming military force. Unfortunately, none could have predicted how quickly her army would arrive. Now, the only aid they had was from the Second Sons, and only a measly four thousand men at that. So, as loath as his fellows were to start negotiations with the sorceress, it was their best and only option.

"Please, Saintess, there must be another arrangement we could come to," he nearly begged.

Normally, he'd never stoop so low, but when dealing with a witch of unknown powers, he figured putting on a groveling act was the best chance to come out of this alive. After all, while they didn't have the forces to fight in open combat, their city walls stood tall; it would be no simple task to breach the defenses, and by that time, their reinforcements would have arrived to break the siege.

"I will not negotiate with infidels. Either open your gates or prepare to face my Lord's wrath," the holy woman replied, making him hide a scowl.

Well, it looked like this would be it. Grazdan felt there would be no use in further arguing with this fanatic. At the very least, he could claim he tried his best to the other council members who gave him this duty.

"Very well, since we won't be coming to an agreement, I will be taking my leave," he said before ordering his slaves to retreat with the gold he had tried offering… only for one of the very intimidating Unsullied to stand in the way.

He looked to the Saintess only to see her smirking. "These were freely given to me, were they not?" she mockingly asked.

"As you will, my lady," he said with a stiff smile of his own, just wanting to get out of this situation.

"You will also leave your slaves behind. They are now under the protection of my Lord," her words fell like an anvil, and Grazdan could only hold the indignation deep in his heart.

Grazdan didn't bother with further niceties, stomping off with a huff toward the tent's exit, glancing at his former slaves to see them looking away as if he didn't exist; the ingrates.

This was going to suck, he thought, looking at the far-off walls of the city he called home.

And it did indeed suck, Grazdan found out, nearly crawling the last short distance to the city gates, where he was finally able to order around some of the useless servants as transport to the meeting chambers where the other Wise Masters waited for his news.

"The… negotiation failed… it will likely be a siege," he managed to wheeze out once at his destination. Even after having the chance to rest in transit, he was still absolutely dead tired. Grazdan was pretty sure he walked more today than in the last decade.

"That's unfortunate, but we've still made ample preparations for a siege," the supreme commander of the armies said.

"Maybe we should send a champion to fight," another member commented.

"We will not gamble on this matter. Not when the Saintess's magic is unknown," the commander decided, returning his attention back to the main table, specifically the map atop it.

A New God's Conquest

Yaling stood outside the gates of Yunkai, her battle raiments on full display as the Unsullied readied themselves behind her. She was prepared to begin a bloodbath on behalf of her Lord this day.

She turned to her soldiers. "The Masters of this city have turned down their one chance at salvation," Yaling announced, her calm voice spreading throughout the masses. "Unsullied, today we tear down another bastion of slavery and depravity with our Lord watching over," she declared. The army at her back responded with an intimidating, rhythmic beating of spear-on-shield that likely had the watchers on the walls soiling their britches.

Yaling twirled her divine artifact—a spear—with a flourish before taking aim at the yellow walls. Channeling all the power her blessed body could handle, her arm whipped forward, sending the spear cracking through the air, covering a distance no mortal could hope to clear.

The clouds parted, the winds raged, and screams of panic resounded as her spear made contact with the wall, obliterating a large section in a storm of golden radiance.

Raising a hand to catch the returning weapon, Yaling looked back at her Unsullied, who had clear devotion written all over their faces. Internally sighing, she figured she should do her duty as their goddess. With a wave of her hand, the spears and shields of her soldiers glowed gold, her Lord's power enhancing the mundane weaponry.

The blessing raised the Unsullied's morale; if she had to guess, they assumed it was her blessing their arms as their goddess. Of course, this wasn't the case, but Yaling had to bury her discontent. Instead, she pointed her spear forward, commanding the fervent army to charge through the breach.

The battle was quick and brutal; the unprepared defenders were trampled under the Unsullied's march, while the small unit of sellswords stood no chance against the organized fighting style boosted by her Lord's might.

Outside the smoking and ruined city, Yaling watched as the newly freed slaves joined her growing camp, their chants referring to her as their mother drowning out any other noise.

Yaling smiled kindly and waved. The crowd desperately wanted to surround and lay their hands on their savior, but luckily, her mages on duty, along with the help of the Unsullied commanders, put a stop to that before she had to ruin her saintly image. Her Lord was the only one with the right to touch her, and if the others hadn't stepped in, she'd have cut off the hands of any who tried.

A New God's Conquest

Rana made her way down the streets of Braavos toward her destination. Apparently, their Saintess had her hands full on her journey back from Slaver's Bay, so now it was on Rana's shoulders to deal with the young Targaryens. She, of course, had no qualms with this; it was her utmost pleasure to accomplish a divine mission bestowed upon her by the Lord.

Knocking on the red door, Rana waved her hand in front of the old servant who answered. "Take me to the owners of this manse," she commanded, her magic easily influencing the man's mind.

"You dare interrupt us?" Rana heard a young voice hiss from inside the room she was being led to.

Under the influence of her magic, the servant didn't reply to the accusation, backing away and allowing her to enter. She met the eyes of the two exiled royals at the side of their dying protector.

"Who do you think you are to enter uninvited?" the prince snarled, and Rana was beginning to lose her patience. These little nobles meant nothing to her; if not for her Lord's orders, they would have never crossed her mind.

"I'm the only hope of saving the man who raised you two," she glared at the obnoxious prince, pressuring the boy with a fraction of her magical reserves so she wouldn't be rudely interrupted. Rana pointed toward the dying man on the bed. "My Lord offers to heal Ser Willem over here if you're willing to meet and discuss the future," she told them before releasing the intimidating pressure.

"We are dragons. If your Lord wants a moment of our time, he should come here himself to grovel."

Rana took a deep breath, trying not to curse the little shit to death. Honestly, she didn't understand where the kid was getting his confidence from.

Before she could begin her verbal assault, the cute little princess stepped from behind her brother. "If you can help Ser Darry, I will go with you," she said, making her brother glare at her with fire in his eyes.

Rana rolled her eyes, sending a quick petrifying charm at the boy who was about to slap his sister across the face. She then turned to smile at the platinum-haired girl. "I promise, dear. Your knight will be full of health in no time," Rana assured her, walking over to the bedside and taking out a golden talisman granted to her by her Lord.

A golden light surrounded the barely breathing figure, and within seconds, color returned to his face as he began snoring deeply.

Rana patted the girl's soft hair as the princess held the hand of her only father figure in life. "See, child? He will be fine. Now be a good girl and come along as you promised."

She could see the hesitation, but perhaps because of the fantastical sight the girl had just witnessed, she didn't put up a fight as Rana napped a princess for her Lord, leaving behind the useless sack of dung that was her brother.

A New God's Conquest

Yaling frowned at the slave corpses lining their path toward the city of Meereen. It seemed the Masters had the wrong impression of her. She wasn't here to save the life of every slave that crossed her path. No, her first priority was cleansing the filth of this land. Yaling had no delusions about how many innocents had already died, and she wouldn't be dissuaded by any further losses.

In fact, as she continued witnessing the horrors committed by the city's masters, Yaling was sure that wiping the lands clear, inhabitants and all, would be for the best. A clean slate would do these lands well, she thought.

Yaling halted the masses of soldiers and civilians far short of the city's walls; they wouldn't be needed for what was to come.

Gathering the mages under her command, the group easily appeared atop the walls, unnoticed under disillusionment charms. The city was in complete lockdown as they prepared for what they assumed would be a siege; in the end, it would be their downfall.

With the mages evenly spread out along the walls, Yaling—for the first time—channeled her Lord's darkness through herself and then to her subordinates.

While it was her first time, the feeling was just as magnificent as she was used to with her Lord's light. As abyssal flames circled the city, beginning from the slums on the outskirts, Yaling smiled, feeling the innocent souls being welcomed into her Lord's eternal darkness. They would be far better off now that their suffering was finally at an end.

But their use to her Lord wouldn't end there. From the burnt husks emerged creatures that would have left her terrified and with nightmares for years—if not for the fact that she could feel her Lord's aura from them—rampaging the lands and weeding out the few survivors.

Yaling smiled in satisfaction. Her mission was over, and now she could call on her Lord's fleet to return to his divine presence.

A New God's Conquest

Lux patiently waited as he watched his beautiful Saintess hurry off the first ship to make port.

She dropped to one knee, head bowed. "My Lord, I have troubled you. I beg your forgiveness," she pleaded, referring to the hordes of former Essosi slaves she'd brought along.

"Come, we'll talk in my private solar," Lux offered, extending a hand that was eagerly taken. He smiled; it was always nice to be around those who were so devoted to him.

Seeing the worried look on her pretty face, Lux walked over and gently lifted her chin to meet his eyes. "On the contrary, my dear Saintess, the North sorely lacks useful hands. You've performed a great service. Now, tell me what your God can reward you with in return," he nearly purred the last words, internally laughing at the shiver that visibly ran through the jade beauty's body.

"M-My Lord, I do not feel deserving of such an honor," she demurred, and Lux rolled his eyes. He could sense the girl's true desires from a mile away. It was obvious that she knew what she wanted, and he would obviously be giving it to her.

Lux raised her head again, this time leaning in to take her pink lips with his own, making his Saintess's eyes shoot open in surprise as her muffled objections quickly got lost in the passionate kiss.

He knew that Yaling didn't feel worthy of him, but that was far from the truth. After he had blessed her as his Saintess, along with her gaining faith of her own, the woman now stood leagues above the rest in terms of beauty.

Taking things up a notch, Lux slowly undressed his Saintess as he led her to the luxurious sofa in the center of the room, the piece of furniture more than large enough to fit two lying together.

Enjoying her face, currently blushing up a storm, Lux gently pushed Yaling to the edge of the seat, trailing his mouth from her sweet lips down to her supple neck before spending a good amount of time nipping at her modest bust, topped with two soft pink buds as the beauty was unable to suppress her moans, try as she might.

Too deep into her own lust, his little Saintess didn't even put up a fuss as he lowered himself to his knees, spreading her slim legs and locking his mouth around her tiny pink nub.

Her legs immediately wrapped around his head as he grinned into the rapidly dripping cunt. Lux was glad that the girl could drop the worshipping act for times like this. Still, he was pretty sure that she was simply too high on her endorphins to be thinking clearly right now. Hopefully, she'd mellow out in time.

While thinking about nonsense, it seemed that the girl attached to the pussy he'd been tongue-fucking had finally reached her limit, spraying a lovely spurt of flowery girl cum over his mouth and upper chest.

Wiping himself clean, Lux hovered over his lovely Saintess's petite frame, his prodigious cock resting on her sexy stomach. He smiled, seeing her eyes go wide.

"M-My Lord, I don't know if it will fit," she squeaked, making him chuckle and lean down to kiss and nip along her sculpted jaw, up to her ear.

"Worry not, my dear, I have my ways," he promised before lining his bulbous tip against the hairless pink slit.

Luckily, he'd been working on his own special branch of eromancy, and as he began pushing forward into the eagerly awaiting quim, his dick adjusted to the perfect length and girth for the woman beneath him.

When he first met Yaling, the healing he performed was far greater than simply closing wounds and was more akin to rewinding time back to before she'd been sold into slavery. And now Lux was enjoying the fruits of his efforts as he groaned while pumping into his jade beauty's virgin-tight hole, a small trail of blood flowing out before his natural holy aura healed the slight wound.

Yaling couldn't believe this was happening. The only man she felt she'd ever be able to love was actually returning her desires. But that wasn't right—her Lord stood so far above mankind that she shouldn't even be referring to him as a man. However, it was incredibly hard not to think of her God as one while moaning around the wonderfully sized manhood invading her sacred cave.

Wrapping her legs behind her Lord's waist, Yaling tried to pull him in deeper even when it was physically impossible, needing to feel every inch of the divine rod piercing her womanhood.

As she continued reveling in the pleasure, Yaling couldn't keep her eyes off her Lord's chiseled stomach, and as her eyes roamed his overwhelmingly attractive figure, she finally met his intense black-and-gold gaze, a shudder running through her body as she experienced her second orgasm of the night.

To Yaling's pleasure, her Lord wasn't nearly done using her body to satiate his lust. In the end, she was left a convulsing mess that needed the tender care of the castle's elves to help clean herself and be put to bed.

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