~ Maegor Stark POV ~
~ Valyrian Freehold, Capital City Valyria ~
~ 30 years before the Doom of Valyria ~
'"The blood is the life." Dracula says repeatedly in Bram Stokers' gothic horror novel and I now know it to be, while not the same truth that I have come to know it as, but a truth nonetheless.
That truth, in my cace, is that the blood of this Valyrian noblewoman, that I have pinned up against the wall of her guestroom, while her dragonlord husband is hosting a party, would come along with her memories. Not all of them and not all at once, memories nonetheless, unless I decide to drain them of all of their blood and sort out the memories slowly. Which I rarely do.
Nonetheless, their memories come to me. I believe that it is a byproduct of my ability to devour the memories of the souls that I devoured in the void, when I was learning to control the hunger I inherited from the Chaos King to not consume every single soul I came across.
Luckily my vampiric physique seems to have adapted to the new ability well. Alucard's memories never had any mention of the ability, yet he was only one version from a multiverse of Alucards. The new ability gave me the power to know all about a person's life with just a drink of their blood. Their childhood memories, their families and friends, their awkward teen years, their knowledge and understanding of their chosen interests, the cruelty they've committed or the acts of kindness they've shown to others, the mistakes they've made, the secrets that they believe only they know. All that and more available with just a bite and some honestly delightful blood, which tastes of various types of honeyed fruits, or I might be using my reality-warping abilities to make it taste like that. Either way it was nutritious.
Although that's not why I have a dragonlord's wife, of which he has three, pinned up against a guestroom wall with her trailing needy kisses across my jawline. No that is because I'm almost eighteen years old; horny, and the before mentioned dragonlord called me a, 'savage half blood mutt who's only redeeming quality is his martial skills in the arenas'. So, I'm also vindictive and petty when I want to be.
"Hurry up before they notice our absence," she whisper screams feverishly into my ears, "fuck me quickly. Take me, now." She demands while lifting up the back of her shimmering silver silk dress and turning around to face the wall, her pale ass cheeks round and perky. Her thighs already partially wet from her overflowing vagina leaking down her legs.
"As you wish my lady." I whispered into her neck as I towered over her and aligned the tip of my cock with with her drenched cunt, slowly pushing into her wet folds.
"Oo-aahh!? Oh, my gods!" She let's out a long stretched out moan as I enter, inch by inch, that eventually turns into a surprised yelp when my bulbous tip kisses the entrance to her cervix. A blasphemous exclamation folows when she looked back and down over her shoulder to see that I'd still had a third of my cock still outside her.
I didn't give her any time to comment on my size as I started to slowly back out of her until only my tip remained and pushed back in again, her hot, soft folds tightly gripping onto me. Slowly building up the speed of the thrusting of my hips, her moans growing louder as I stretched her out.
The question that was on her tongue forgotten about and replaced by gasping moans and shouting out of my name or of the names of the gods, or just the word "more" repeatedly.
Her first orgasm had her on her curling tippy toes bracing against the wall as her knees almost buckled. An orgasmic scream almost escapes her throat before I clasp a hand around her mouth as her body continues to shake in the aftermath of the orgasm. My other arm snakes around her chest holding her against me as I'm still inside her, her shoulder straps come undone and pool around her narrow waist. Her perky c-cup breasts topped with puffy, pink and pierced with Valyrian steel nipples rose and fell as she took in big gasping breaths through her nose.
After giving her a moment to come back from the blissful high, I lean over her back kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck and ask in a low gravelly voice when my lips graze her ear. "Are you okay to continue or do you need a minute?"
The satiated yet still ravanes look in her eyes that she gave me as she turned her head turned back to me was the only answer I needed. It was also the only answer she gave as I picked her by the back of her knees and carried her towards the bed while still inside her still tight slit.
We spent another forty minutes in the guestroom and I was the only one able to return to the party at the end of those forty minutes. She wouldn't or couldn't wake up for the rest of the night and would end up missing the party altogether anyway.
I should probably tell a passing maid (slave) where one of the ladies of the house is laying down in need of help cleaning up.
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When I returned to the party, my true target of the night had finally arrived at the rooftop party, a sorceress of Valyria's Obsidian Tower, the foremost Valyrian magic tower focused on the magical study of the dragonglass (obsidian) candles.
There are two colored candles the sorcerers of the Valyrian Freehold use to see across mountains, seas, and deserts; give men visions and dreams; and communicate with one another half a world apart.
The black candles are the most common, used for farsight and communication with other black candle holders. Imagine spying on Kingdom's troop movements and relaying it to commander's on the battlefield in real time. Or scouting out a sea route and saving months on exploring dangerous and unsafe routes, and more. And imagine an army with dragons and this magic supporting them as they conquer further lands.
The green obsidian candles on the other hand are far more powerful and dangerous than the black candles in my opinion. Once mastered it gave the practitioners the ability to enter the dreams and minds of a person, to send them visions and manipulate their dreams. Magic that ran parallel to my abilities as a Greenseer, and it wasn't a coincidence that the glass candles were green and rare even in Valyria they were created.
Contrary to popular belief, there are greenseers born in Essos, like the island nation of Leng and the Green men that live within the cavernous hollows of the island. Which I should visit some time later.
This sorceress is said to be one of the very few truly gifted in this field of seer magic discipline. She is only twenty-four years old and already on track to become the next Towers main High Wisdom, the equivalent of the Archmaesters of the Citadel.
Yet, she is not only my target for her blood and knowledge, but the fact that a seer presumably as powerful as her did not see the Doom of Valyria coming. Especially as a dragonrider, as the bond with a dragon is proven to induce dragon dreams if the Valyrian is inclined to be a Dreamer.
That is why Daenys, who is six at the moment, didn't have her prophetic dreams of the Doom until she bonded to Balerion the future Black Dread. Dragon dreams come from affinity for seer magic and the magic within the bond with a dragon a creature of magic.
So, either she dies before the Doom, or is assassinated, her and her dragon. If so, was it one of the Faceless Men or something else? Did a rival kill them or was it coincidence? Are other mages of Valyria being targeted because they have the capability to stop the Valyrians Doom?
Only way to find out is to get to know her and find out all her secrets.
As I confidently walk over to her, roguish and handsome, a stray thought passed through my head at that moment of time. 'How are my Shadow Copies doing?'
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~ Shadow Copy - Four ~
~ Three-Eyed Ravens Throne Cavern ~
As Fenris brought back the mammoths bone locked in his jaw which I had to wrestle it out of his mouth, again. After taking the bone I wave it back and forth in front of his face before tossing it across the cavern.
As I stood there before the weirwood throne, waiting for Fenris to return, wondering what the other Shadow Copies were up to right now. Sadly we can't sync with them across the void, but we should be getting a update soon from one of the copies if what the boss observed in the void was still the same.
While lost in my thoughts Fenris returned with the bone and upon seeing me lost in thought, bonked me on the head.
"Dude, they weren't even horny thoughts." I exclaimed on mostly reflex, receiving an exasperated 'huff' from the direwolf.
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