Chapter 81 - The Dragon Roars II

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Meereen, Essos,

"Khaleesi, please reconsider this. You have never flown so far away alone."

"Ser Jorah, your concern should be with holding this city once I've departed. We have lost Yunkai and Astapor; we cannot lose Meereen as well," Daenerys replied as she tightly pulled her riding gloves. Her attire was intricate, inspired by the dragon riders of the old. "My journey to Lys is to know if Westeros can be won without spilling blood on its shores. Isn't that what we all want?"

"I understand that Khaleesi, but it's Joffrey Baratheon. No one can be sure what he's plotting."

"Before you, Ser Barristan said the same. Yet, here I am." Daenerys ignored all the warnings from her advisors. "You keep forgetting that it's I who flies fire in the sky, not him."

Daenerys left the room and headed towards her dragons. She had even prepared a saddle for the flying creature according to the few books about Targaryen Dragonriders in her possession. There was nothing that could stop her from meeting Joffrey anymore.

"Take me with you, Your Grace," Missandei pleaded. "You must not go alone."

"No, you must stay here and help Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah." Daenerys softly declined her close friend. "I trust you."

Soon, she arrived at the large arena where her dragons were resting. She had chosen Drogon for her journey as he had been the most loyal, obedient, and also the largest of the lot. And having already flown on him before, she had some level of experience already.

"I'll return as quickly as I can," she declared and climbed the resting dragon's back, taking a seat on the large saddle. "I've faced far greater challenges than a pretender King—This too, shall pass."

As if Daenerys shared her thoughts with Drogon, the dragon got up on its own and prepared to fly off. It stretched its wings wide first, letting out a low shriek, and then.

Woosh!

With a quick leap, the dragon flew off into the air. Straight towards the West.

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Lys,

"I'm not here to steal your wealth or ruin your trades. I'm here to rule and see the land prosper." Joffrey proclaimed to the long table, surrounded by the few leftover nobles of Lys. One thing to note about them was that they were the poorest and the lowest of the nobles, and the most notable thing was that they were all women.

A lot of them were notable beauties, and Joffrey held no aversion to bedding them later on.

But, for now, he had a plan.

He had already killed the most powerful nobles. It left a lot of vacuum that he couldn't fill easily. He needed assistance, and what better way than to make the women in that room feel indebted to him for that opportunity? All of them were going to be far more wealthier because of him.

"Since this land will be claimed as part of the Crown's territory, Lys shall enjoy preferential trade throughout Westeros," Joffrey sweetened the deal. But this also made Lys more connected to the Crown. The nobles would serve the King directly under the Master of Coin.

"I know many of you still harbor grudges, perhaps even despise me and scheme for revenge. But remember this: you may retake this city, but the next time I arrive on your shores, I'll bring the mightiest siege weapons and reduce your precious city to ashes. I will not hesitate to rebuild from the ground up, for I have the strength of the Seven Kingdoms at my back. And you, Lys? What do you possess but a handful of sellswords?"

Joffrey let his words settle into their hearts and minds for a while.

"You may choose—grow rich at my side or rot away like a corpse before the flames. Win my favor, and wealth, access, and trade will be yours. Earn my ire, and you shall feel my wrath." He rose, a knowing smile on his lips. "I have never lost a battle in my life. The choice is yours, ladies: a battlefield or a pleasant stroll through the gardens."

"Your Grace!" One of the women voiced. She wasn't young, but her beauty needed no words. Her silver hair, pale blue eyes, and skin white as snow could make any man desire to keep her. But her gaze held the confidence of a veteran trader. "Will the pillow houses be closed?"

"Closed? Hah, no, my Lady." Joffrey gave her the respect. After all, he was a man too and wanted her. "The Crown shall be the guarantor and the protector of your trade. Lys produces the most beautiful bedwarmers—men or women. We shall build pillow houses across Westeros and Essos under my authority. But we can't use the term slaves anymore, for that stands against the Faith of the Seven. I suggest you all come up with a good plan and submit it to me."

The subtle message was clear to their ears. The Crown wanted to get involved in the trade without making it obvious.

"We shall do that, Your Grace."

Ah, I love their accented common tongue. Can't wait to hear them moan.

"Very well, I have other matters to deal with. I'll await your proposal."

With that, Joffrey left the meeting hall with his regal aura. Having worked so hard to hone his skills and carve a warrior's body had done great for him. Taller, sturdier, bulkier, muscular, and handsome.

It was great to be the King. But to be a handsome King—that was a deadly combination. Bedding women had never been easier no matter the age or status.

I love my life.

He never failed to remind himself to be grateful for his second chance.

However, when he arrived at his chambers that doubled as his bedchamber and solar at the same time, he couldn't help but remind himself why he loved being the King once more.

Right inside, there stood the tall and charming Chataya with all her ebony glory. Her finely crafted body with fantastic curves made him stir just as the first time. He really wanted to visit the Summer Islands just because of her.

"Chataya." He didn't call her Lady, however. Lyseni noblewomen were no whores, but Chataya was a famed whore. It didn't suit a King to be so gentle with a woman of that stature. Still, he took her name as softly as he could.

The woman seductively smiled and approached the King, her green figure-hugging gown waving with her footsteps. She aided him by removing his cloak off his shoulder. "I arrived as early as I could, Your Grace."

"You're on time," Joffrey replied and stepped away from her, slowly disrobing himself. He removed his surcoat, unbuttoned his tunic, and then finally pushed away his breeches off the legs. With a much better muscle-carved body, he never felt ashamed of being nude.

"Your successful conquest has already spread throughout Westeros." She complimented his achievement.

Joffrey smiled and crawled onto his bed, finally settling down against the headboard, flat on his back with his half-erect cock in need of attention. "Let's discuss further matters on the bed, Chataya."

"With pleasure, Your Grace." Chataya quickly removed her gown, sliding it down her wide shoulders. She had to slide it down her wide hips before finally letting it pool around her feet. She stepped out and took off the smallclothes, getting as bare as the King.

"As fantastic as I remembered." Joffrey admired her large breasts. She was older than Catelyn, so a little bit of sag was expected. But, she didn't disappoint him with the size and the softness. Besides, her experience and prowess with her lips, hands, and cunt made everything else pointless.

"The gods have blessed me." Chataya rubbed herself on Joffrey's legs, caressing her voluptuous dark breasts on his skin. She slid up as she did that, closer to his manhood. "To have this body, and to entertain your desire."

I really should visit the Summer Islands someday.

"Ummm…" Chataya quickly swallowed his sizable, bulging shaft. Her dark smooth lips gobbled his girth with ease, and her face lowered further and further until the back of her throat caressed his sensitive tip, and her lips tickled the base.

Her hands remained busy as she slipped her arms underneath Joffrey's thighs, making him rest both his legs atop her shoulders, around her neck. It was a strange position for the King, but he smirked at the realization.

You know what you're doing, my exotic whore. Joffrey locked her neck with his legs, shoving her down on his cock, squeezing her into himself with the chokehold of his legs. It was a delight to watch her continue to suckle him as her eyes turned red.

"Umph!" She finally gasped out for a breath, the sticky, bubbly mucus made a mess from the corners of her mouth.

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