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CHAPTER 25- Lynalle of Lys and Lysa Arryn

STEPHEN BARATHEON POV

He flew under the night sky, the cold wind buffeting his face as he flew faster than most of the propeller engine airplanes from his past

life.

His flying speed reached 1000 miles/hr as he attempted to cross the distance of 420 miles/hr between Kings Landing and Dragonstone and arrived at his destination within half an hour.

There was a time when flying at such a high speed was impossible for him. When even flying for a few minutes reduced his total Mana Points to zero. When the wind buffeting his face would've forced his eyes shut if not given his skin lacerations.

Such things were beneath his concerns now with how much his Strength and Vitality has increased. Especially with the additional +10 to all stats that he gained from winning the war. And the +15 additional bonus objectives that he gained from 'Leading an army', Kill the enemy commander, and Defeat Iron Fleet.

If he was still a normal human by the end of that war, then the additional level ups and free stats he'd gained would've definitely taken him to Superhuman category.

Soon enough, he reached Kings Landing, and lowered his speed until he came to a stop over the city. Most of the city was dark during this hour, the only places that were lit were the Red Keep and the Street of Silk. Mostly because they were the only ones who could afford a candle or torch to light up their halls overnight.

He activated his Nightvision (a skill book gained from Goblin ID) to get a better looked at the various buildings in the street of silk, until he eventually found the one he was looking for.

Then he used his Glamour magic (learned from Melisandre) and used it to make him look like a dark shadow before he descended on his target.

One of the brothels that he'd bought after the Ironborn had killed its last owner in their wild frenzy across the city.

He gently landed upon the balcony at the top floor and peeked through the window to get a good look inside the window.

He found his target on her desk. Looking over dozens and dozens of small parchments that he knew she'd gained from her various informants spread across the city.

Varys might have cut off the tongues of his 'little birds' but he did taught them how to read and write, which allowed them to write any important details they'd learned into these small parchments before handing them over to her.

Noticing that her door was open, he flew inside and landed behind Lynalle, dispelling his Glamour magic as he did so.

Shaper power, which allowed him to sense life around him in a radius of 10 meter, informed him that there were no guards outside the room. But there were a lot of whores, customers, and a few hidden guards/servants standing down below.

Due to the placement of the light and his own general quietness, she didn't realise that there was someone else in the room until he leaned down and whispered into her ears.

"Hello Lynalle."

The woman jerked in her seat and her mouth opened to cry out for help or in alarm, only for a hand to snake forward and wrap around her lips, stopping her from making any noise.

She tried to throw some of the contents of her table in order to make some noise but his strong arm gripped her arms and dragged her chair away from the table.

The woman still continued to struggle, intent on making as much noise as she could despite her incapacitated state until he leaned down and whispered in her ears once again.

"Shh… Calm down. It's just me."

Lynalle recognised his voice instantly and stopped struggling.

"Don't shout." He told her and once she gave a nod, he let go of her.

Lynalle took a deep breath before she turned in her chair and glared at him.

"Did you really have to surprise me like that? My heart… my poor heart. I thought I was about to die back then."

"Sorry." He said, raising his hands in surrender even though the amused smile never left his lips. "I'll knock on your window the next time."

"That'll be appreciated." She said before she suddenly remembered herself, got up from her chair and bowed to him. "My lord. I didn't know that you've arrived at Kings Landing. Why didn't you inform me beforehand."

"Because I like to surprise my people. You'll be amazed by how many things you can learn about your servants when you observe them while they think that no one is watching them." He said.

And then he used Observe on her.

Her skill window remained the same for the most part. But she had gone up by one level in the past few months. And her title had changed from Adapt Spy Master to Advanced Spy Master. Only one level below Expert Spy Maester. Something that Varys had been.

The fact that she had improved so much as a Spy Master in the past few months made him wonder if he should really look a new and more experienced spy master when Lynalle holds so much potential.

Maybe pouring his resources into her and grooming her for the task will serve him better in the long run.

"And did you like what you find out about me?" Lynalle asked, instantly changing her persona from a loyal servant to a courtesan trying to impress her client, as she changed her posture to empathise her wide hips and large breasts.

The young woman was quick to read the situation and adapt according to it. It was one of the things that he liked about her. Even if he wasn't looking for a quick lay right now.

"Yes." He said with a nod before he went and sat on the bed, gesturing for her to sit on the chair.

Instead of doing as he told her, she sauntered over to him and sat on his lap.

…he didn't really mind her boldness.

"May I offer you something to drink my lord?"

"No. I'm here for business Lynalle."

"Business. Pleasure. I don't see why these two things can't coincide with each other." Lynalle said, her dextrous fingers darting up his thigh and toward his crotch.

He held her arm before she could lead him by the cock, literally, and jerked her closer to him until she was staring into her eyes. "Business first." He told her and his Shaper power informed her how she became wet in an instant upon him taking the lead in the conversation.

"Does that mean that there's pleasure waiting for me at the end?" She asked 'innocently'.

"If I'm impressed by your work, then yes. Now… tell me every important thing that has happened since I left Kings Landing."

A that, she got up from his lap and went down to the other side of the room where she opened a secret compartment on the wall and brought out a list of papers that were kept there.

She sauntered up to him, her hips swinging side to side, and a wide grin on her face before she sat on his lap and started reading through the papers.

Over the next hour, she told him about every major event that happened since he left Kings Landing.

Most of them were related to trade or the people that had trade with. A few others were related to his businesses and properties. And the last few were regarding the main players in Kings Landing.

"The Tourney at Lannisport finally came to an end. With Ser Jaime being the winner of the joust. The King and his entourage has already departed from Casterly Rock and will reach the city within a moon or so." Lynalle said and he frowned at that.

In canon timeline, Ser Jorah Mormont was the one who won this tourney, crowned Lynasse Hightower, married her and took her to his home in the Bear Island.

This led to a series of events which led to him serving the Targaryens in appearance while actually serving Varys in the hopes of getting a pardon so that he could come back home.

Spy or not, Jorah eventually saved Daenerys' life in a few occasions. And even fell in love with her.

If he had not already changed the timeline by such a large degree, then he would be worried about this particular event.

But as things stood, he already knew where the Targaryens were

(they'd been taken up by a magister who was a loyal follower of R'hollor) and was keeping a close eye on them.

"What about the Queen? I would've thought that she would've made a move on my properties and businesses by now. But she has been strangely quiet in the past few moons. Want to tell my why that is?"

Lynalle looked amused at his words and spoke up. "The Queen did try to attack your businesses a few times. Mostly by making trouble for them. But the people of Kings Landing are still loyal to you, so once public learned what was going on, the troublemakers were swiftly dealt with."

"Is that so?"

Lynalle nodded. "The Queen has since then tried a few other methods to either harm or shut down your businesses. But once all those methods failed, she gave up."

"Cersei is not really the kind of person who gives up. Keep an eye out on her just in case."

Lynalle nodded. "Oh, I also have information for you regarding a quarrel between the Lord Hand and his wife."

"Oh… what is this quarrel about?"

"Before we get into that. I would like to report that the tip you gave us regarding Lord Hand's wife turned out to be true." Lynalle said and her face lit up with giddiness. "Lady Lysa Arryn has indeed been cuckolding Lord Jon Arryn. And with one of his banner men Petyr Baelish as well. Though they've been extremely discreet with their dalliances so far."

"So they've been fucking each other while under Lord Arryn's nose?"

"Indeed. About once every week or two. It makes me wonder if little Robyn Arryn even belongs to the old hand." Lynalle said, giggling in anticipation.

"No. Robyn is Jon Arryn's son." He said with utmost confidence.

Mostly because he himself had been slightly suspicious about

Robyn's heritage and had used his Shaper power to check up on it on the last time he was in this city.

"Are you sure my lord?" Lynalle asked and he nodded.

"100%. Now, what is this quarrel that you were talking about?"

"Well… this quarrel revolves around you, surprisingly."

"Me?"

"Yes my lord. More exactly, your ability to heal people with you blessings."

He thought on it for a moment before he realised just what those two might be quarrelling about.

"Let me guess. Lysa wants me to bless her son Robyn. Thinking that my blessing with heal the boy. And Jon either doesn't believe in these blessings. Or doesn't want to be in my debt for something that might not even work."

"Just so my lord." Lynalle said with a smile. "Though the quarrel ended a few nights ago, with Lord Arryn having decided that he'll ask you to bless his son the next time you're in Kings Landing."

"I see." He said as a plan begin to form in his mind. A plan that revolved around Lysa Arryn…

"And that's all the important things you needed to know about. The only other thing being of consequence is that I succeeded in sending a few of my girls to Petyr Baelish's brothels. Though they've yet to find anything of importance until now. This Baelish character is too discreet and keeps his secrets close to his chest."

He nodded at her words. " Train and send a few more girls to his brothels. I'll send you the gold to cover up your losses. And send me a letter if the Queen takes any overt moves."

"I will my lord. Now… I've been a good girl. So do I get my reward?" Lynalle asked innocently even as she rubbed her breasts into his chest.

Well… no point in disappointing a servant when she'd worked so hard for him.

He picked her up and lay her down on the bed. And smiled as he got ready to his use his Sexual skills and Shaper power to make this the best night of her life.

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Two days later.

He sat in a dark room played with a ball of biomass, a split off portion of his mind (with multitasking skill) counting down the seconds as he eyed the stars on the sky.

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into an hour. And just when he was thinking that she'll not make it, the secret entrance to the room opened up.

A woman hiding her face underneath a heavy cowl stumbled into the dark room. "Petyr… why is everything so dark?" She asked in a timid manner as she used her candle to look around the room.

With a single thought the biomass in his palm changed its shape and size until it looked and acted like a candle. Another thought from him caused a biochemical reaction at its tip, lighting it up and showing his face to the other woman in the room.

"Petyr?" She asked as took a few steps toward him until she finally got a proper look on her face and froze. "Y… you… y.. you are not-"

"No. I'm not Petyr, Lady Arryn." He said as he got up from his chair and walked over the to her.

The woman stumbled on her feet, trying to step away from him until he caught her arm and removed her cowl.

The face of Lysa Arryn became visible to him under the candle light. The woman looking pale as a sheet and trembling in fear as she looked at him with wide eyes.

"Surprised?" He asked, his lips forming into a cruel grin. "What? You thought that you'll cheat on your husband by sleeping your childhood friend and no one will find out."

Lysa's lips opened and closed a few times but no words came out of her mouth. He guessed that she was too shocked and terrified to speak out against him.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He asked before he walked over to the other side of the room, dragging the poor woman behind him as he reached the torches and lit them up with his candle.

The rest of the room finally became visible to both of them.

It was an emergency storage room where the kitchen supplies were kept. Or that's what people thought at least.

In truth, very few people knew about this his storage room. Even fewer knew who held the key to this room. And only Petyr and Lysa knew that there was a secret tunnel in this room that led up to a chamber in Maegor's Holdfast.

A Chamber that Lysa took over and started living in as soon as Petyr informed her about this secret tunnel.

The lengths to which this woman would go to, in order to impress a man who merely wanted to use her.

Well… considering that he also only wanted to use her for the power she'll have after her husband's eventual death, it wasn't like he could throw any mud on Petyr for his actions.

"W- what do you want?" Lysa asked, her voice coming out squeaky from all the terror she was feeling at being caught. "How did you learn about us?"

"Does it really matter how I learn about you and Baelish?" He asked as he dragged the woman closer to himself. "And as for what I want?" He pushed the black robe she was wearing from over her shoulders, revealing her in all her naked glory.

Lysa… wasn't really much to look at. If he had to give her points from 1 - 10 based on how good she looked then she'll receive a solid 5 from him.

Her face was not really all that pleasant to look at. But her body wasn't much to look at either. Small, saggy breasts. Small hips. Pouch belly. Little to no muscles on her thighs. A weird twin braided hairstyle that definitely didn't work for her. And on top of all that… she smelled funny.

The woman immediately tried to hide her body from him, her terror increasing to new levels as she realised that not only he did knew about her dalliance with Petyr but she was also in a secret room, naked, with a man. A man who was much more stronger than her.

He let go of her arm and she immediately picked up her robe and covered herself with it before she tried to run back to the tunnel she just came from.

"Run away and I'll tell Jon Arryn about you and Petyr." He shouted behind her and Lysa froze, her finger bare inches from the door as she slowly turned her head to look at him, her expression one of pure despair.

"I don't think Jon will hurt you. Not when Hoster Tully still hold the Riverlands." He said as he walked over to her and caressed her cheeks, wiping away the tears as she stared at him like a frightened rabbit. "But… what do you think will happen to poor Petyr. I don't think that Jon Arryn would be nearly as merciful to a bannerman who fucked his wife behind has back. Do you?"

Lysa shook like a leaf in a storm as she licked her lips and spoke in a barely audible voice. "No… he- he won't… he won't believe you."

"Jon Arryn won't believe me?" He asked, amused, even if she was right. "I've been keeping an eye on the both of you for many moons now. Do you think that I've not made the necessary preparations, gathered the necessary evidence, or witnesses to prove it to him?"

The look of despair in her eyes increased tenfold at her words. She opened her mouth to speak but not words came out.

"And besides. Even if I can't prove it to him, or Jon Arryn is unwilling to believe my words, do you think that he'll still keep Petyr Baelish as his Master of Coin. After Petyr has been accused in open court of fucking the Lord Hand's wife? I doubt it. In fact, I doubt that he'll ever get another worthwhile job in the entirety of Westeros."

"no…" Lysa murmured and he smiled.

Got you bitch.

"Or… you can do what I want. And I won't tell Jon Arryn about anything. A win-win for both of us. What do you think?"

The look of despair immediately turned to one of hope and he could now see why Petyr was able to manipulate her so easily.

This woman really had no control over her emotions. Though it might be because of just what situation she'd been put in right now.

"What do you want?" She asked, a desperate hope in her eyes as she grabbed his arms pleadingly.

"What do I want?" He smiled at her as he dragged her to a chair and forced her to sit down before he knelt in front of her so that they were looking eye to eye. "I want to make a deal with you Lysa."

"What kind of deal?"

"I heard that you and Jon Arryn have been arguing about me blessing your son? Is that true?"

Lysa bit her lip and looked down at her feet and nodded.

"Well, here's the. I'll not tell your husband about your affair, and I'll even heal your son. In exchange…"

"…in exchange?" She asked, giving him a fearful look.

He moved forward and tugged at her robe until it went down her shoulder. She tried to hold onto it but her breasts and nipples were clearly visible to him.

He softly caressed her nipple with his thumb, using his Shaper power to decrease her negative emotions and increase her lust.

The change was almost instantaneous. The expression changed from one of fear and despair to one of… well, she still looked a bit fearful but but the way her cheeks darkened and her lips parted in a soft exhale told him that his plan was working.

He forcefully tugged at her robe until she lost her hold over it. The robe fell down and she was naked in front of him once again.

She still didn't look anything special but now there was a slightly wet patch in the middle of her thighs.

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled at her head until she was looking at at him, her breath heavy. "In exchange… I want you. Now, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. And every day after that. Whenever I want to fuck you, you'll come to me. Is that clear?"

Lysa gulped and then exhaled a hot breath of air. "W- why are doing this?"

"Why were you doing what you did with Petyr? You did what you did because you wanted to, uncaring of the pain you'll cause Jon Arryn. And now I'm doing what I want to do, uncaring of the pain it'll cause to it. It's not that hard to understand."

"I'll tell Petyr."

He chuckled at her words. "You'll tell him what?" He asked mockingly. "That you got fucked by another man. Do you think he'll even want to look at you after that. After you've soiled. Do you think he'll still care for you?"

Lysa had no words for that and he put some pressure on her and had her kneel on the ground. Then he sat down on the chair himself and lowered his trouser until his cock came out of its confines.

Lysa took one look at his giant cock and her mouth dropped in shock.

"That's… that's… how is it…?"

He dragged her closer and slapped her face with his cock.

"It is for you Lysa." He told her as he dragged his cock over her lips. It said something about how horny she must be feeling right now that she almost opened her lips to take him in. "Go on, open your lips and take it in your mouth."

Her lips shut instantly and she glared at him. "No… I don't want to."

"That's fine with me. Because that's the deal I'm giving you. Either you take it in your mouth and seal the deal. Or… you take your clothes, you leave out of that secret tunnel, and by tomorrow morning, you and Petyr will be on trial for adultery."

Her defiance crumbled at his words and she looked at his length with indecision.

He took his length and rubbed it across her entire face, a slight bit of premium leaking through its head and baptising her lips, nose, and head.

Then he put the dick directly in front of her lips and spoke. "I don't have all night. Make your decision. Now."

Lisa looked at him and then at his dick. And then back and forth for a few moments before her lips finally parted and she took the head of his cock in her mouth.

Her warm tongue enveloped his cock and before she could taste his sweet chocolaty texture properly, he dragged her forward by her hair and buried his cock down her throat, her nose coming to rest on his pubes.

A good thing that he removed her gag reflex or she'll probably be vomiting all over the place by now.

Lysa struggled for a few moments, hitting him ineffectually on the thighs before he pulled out, allowing her to take a breath and then he pulled her back, stuffing his cock down her throat once again as he closed his eyes and moaned at the pleasant sensation.

They continued in that rhythm for a few minutes before he finally let go and came down her throat.

He took out his cock and the woman fell on her floor, coughing and spitting out some of his seed.

While she did that, he went behind her and picked her up before pushing her against the chair with her ass facing toward him.

He spread her legs and held her hips with one hand while positioning himself with the other.

Lysa turned her head around and looked at him in despair. "Wait- No." And he thrust forward, his pushing his cock past her pussy lips and deep into her walls until the entirety of him was resting inside her.

"No" She moaned in despair, though he could sense her pleasure skyrocket due to some of the chemicals secreted from his cock.

"Yes." He said with a smile as he took hold of her hair once again and used it as a handle before he started pounding into her.

It didn't take long for her sobs to turn into cries of pleasure.

Throughout the rest of the night, he took her in more ways than he could count. Bending her against the wall. Fucking her doggy style on the carpeted ground. Bending her in half and mating press her. Picking her up and bouncing her on his cock in full nelson. And a dozen other positions.

By the time he was done with her, she was too tired and too sore to even move.

He had to heal her, clean her up and then carry her back to her room before depositing her on her bed.

And when she clung onto him in the aftermath of their passionate sex marathon, half delirious from the pleasure he'd bestowed onto her, he realised that he'd taken the right gamble and that she'll fall to him sooner or later.

Those 2 point will belong to him, along with the key to Vale.