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Invasion.

A word that had once seemed unimaginable to the denizens of King's Landing. High-born lords and low-born commoners alike had sought refuge behind the towering walls of the capital, clinging to prayers that the Targaryen soldiers and the City Watch stationed there would prove sufficient to fend off the Usurper's forces.

For generations, the people of King's Landing had known nothing but Targaryen rule. The dynasty, as unyielding as the Iron Throne itself, had shielded and governed them for centuries. To most, the notion that such a legacy could falter let alone crumble was unthinkable. Only those who had journeyed from foreign shores or the distant reaches of Westeros could truly imagine life under a different banner.

But the unthinkable had come to pass. Fires consumed the once-proud capital, black smoke billowing against the sky as screams filled the air. The long-dreaded invasion had arrived, and its reality was carved in blood. Crimson banners bearing a golden lion crest now fluttered in the wind, a grim testament to House Lannister's betrayal.

The Lannister host, massive and disciplined, surged through the city with devastating precision. At its head rode Tywin Lannister, a man as unyielding and merciless as the army he commanded. The Targaryen loyalists were crushed beneath the weight of his forces, their resistance fleeting and futile. Step by step, the golden lion advanced toward the Red Keep, where the Mad King Aerys clung to his throne in desperation.

The streets of King's Landing ran red with blood, mingling with the ashes of the burning city. Survivors watched in horror, their memories forever scarred by the sight of the Lannister banners rising over the shattered capital.

But within the chaos, as blades clashed and lives were snuffed out, the Lannisters moved unseen in ways that would shape history. Some struck down kings and others saving Princesses.

-Tyrion-

The Red Keep was a labyrinth of shadowed halls and desperate cries. Tyrion Lannister, clad in red and gold armor that caught the flicker of torchlight, sprinted through the corridors. His mismatched eyes scanned every corner, his breath coming quick and sharp.

He had to move quickly. If he was too late, the consequences would be unthinkable.

- Gregor Clegane "The Mountain" -

Cleaving through the last Kingsguard in my path with one powerful swing, I stepped over the broken bodies littering the stone floor of the Red Keep. My broadsword dripped crimson, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air. The royal chambers loomed ahead, the thick wooden door barring entry, but I didn't pause.

One kick was all it took to shatter it, the splinters flying as I stepped through. The heavy thud of my boots echoed as I strode into the chamber, my broadsword balanced easily in one hand. The other lifted my helm, the black metal scraping against the collar of my armor. Free of its confines, I took in the room.

The acrid scent of smoke wafted in from the shattered window, but my gaze landed on something far more captivating: the woman. Olive-skinned and striking even in her terror, she stood at the far end of the chamber. Her back was straight, her chin high, but I could see the fear in her dark eyes. It pleased me. They always tried to look brave.

"What are you doing here?" Elia Martell's voice was sharp, commanding desperate. She stood protectively in front of the boy cowering behind her skirts, a squalling infant held tightly against her chest. "This is the royal chamber! You have no right"

I scoffed, striding toward her. She retreated, step by step, until her back pressed against the far wall. Her bravado was crumbling.

"I am the Princess Elia Martell! If you dare lay a hand on me, I will have you executed!"

Her words made me laugh. Loud and mocking, the sound filled the room, and her eyes flinched away from me. My gaze swept over her every curve of her body hidden beneath the fine black silk embroidered with the Targaryen sigil.

"Sorry, Princess," I sneered, standing before her now, towering over her. "But no one's going to save you."

I leaned closer, relishing the way she shrank against the wall. My gloved hand reached for the infant she clutched. The child would die first. It always broke them faster.

But then

Agony ripped through me. A roar tore from my throat as I staggered, my knees buckling under the sudden, searing pain. A blade had plunged through my back, the tip bursting from my chest, blood spraying across the princess's horrified face.

Another strike hit me low, cutting deep into my heel, and I fell, armor clanging as I hit the floor. My vision swam, and I turned my head, teeth bared, to see who had dared this.

A figure stood behind me, clad in red and gold armor adorned with lions. The bloodied blade in their off-hand dripped onto the stone floor, and another sword gleamed as it was pulled from my back with a sickening squelch.

"Tyrion?" I croaked through the blood bubbling in my throat, disbelief cutting through the haze of pain. "You… why? Your father"

I didn't understand. This wasn't supposed to happen. Tywin Lannister himself had ordered me here, ordered me to do this. I was his man, loyal to the lion.

"Because," he said, his voice as cold as steel. He raised the sword high, one of his green and purple eyes burning with something I couldn't name. "I'm not my father."

The last thing I saw was the flash of steel before my head separated from my shoulders in one clean stroke. Darkness claimed me as my body crumpled to the floor, my blood pooling beneath me.

When the silence fell, the last sound I heard was the heavy breathing of Elia Martell and the muffled cries of her children. And then nothing.

-Tyrion-

"Th-Thank you…" Elia Martell said hesitantly, her voice trembling as she shuffled her children past the bodies of Gregor Clegane. Her movements were cautious, her olive-toned face pale from shock and exhaustion.

Where the hell was Amory Lorch? Not important right now.

As she neared, her dark eyes darted to the two bloodied swords still clutched in my hands. With Aegon fussing in her arms and Rhaenys clutching her skirts tightly, Elia attempted a curtsy, her dignity barely intact despite the chaos. Her daughter peeked out curiously from behind her mother, white hair framing her innocent, wide eyes.

"You saved my life… and the lives of my children," Elia said, her voice soft but grateful. "Ser…"

"I'm not a knight," I interrupted, shaking my head as I sheathed one sword and lowered the other to my side. "The name's Tyrion."

Her body tensed at that, recognition flickering in her expression. Fear flashed in her eyes—fear of the Lannister name and all it carried, especially here, now. I saw her uncertainty, the fight-or-flight instinct simmering just beneath the surface.

"I'm not my father," I said firmly, anticipating her unspoken worry. My voice softened slightly as I added, "I've come to see you and your children to safety, Princess."

"But…" she stammered, gesturing with her free hand toward Gregor's lifeless body. "That man said your father Tywin".

"He did," I cut in, not letting her finish the thought. "And that's why we need to move quickly, before his men arrive. This place is no longer safe."

Her gaze flickered to the shattered window, where the sight of red banners and golden lions marching toward the Red Keep sent a fresh wave of panic across her face. She hesitated for a heartbeat longer before nodding, gripping Rhaenys's hand tightly as I motioned her to follow.

"This way," I urged, leading them out of the royal chambers and into the dim corridors of the keep.

The halls echoed with the clamor of footsteps, the sounds of soldiers rushing toward the king's throne room in a futile attempt to hold back the inevitable. Most of the guards had abandoned this part of the keep, leaving the way clear except for the corpses Gregor had left behind. It was a grim sight, but at least it meant fewer obstacles.

With my swords ready, I guided them down through the lower levels of the Red Keep, avoiding any patrols. The secret passage I'd planned to use came into view—a barred gate at the back of the dungeons. One strike of my blade broke the lock, the heavy clang echoing in the quiet corridor.

"Here." I motioned toward the hidden path leading down to the shoreline. "This passage will take you to a small cove. A ship is waiting just offshore to take you to safety."

Elia hesitated, glancing warily at me and then toward the group of men I'd stationed on the ship. "Who are they?" she asked softly, her protective instincts clear.

"Men who owe their loyalty to me—and whose lives depend on yours," I said firmly. "They'll get you to Dorne safely. I've already sent word ahead to your brothers to expect you."

Her eyes softened slightly at that, though she still clung tightly to her children as she began her descent toward the beach. I followed close behind, ensuring no one followed us, until we reached the small boat where my men stood ready to assist.

As the children were helped aboard, Elia turned to me, her expression a mixture of gratitude and hesitation. "We are in your debt, Tyrion Lannister," she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "House Targaryen will live on because of you… my children will live on because of you."

She stepped closer, Aegon now resting in Rhaenys's lap on the boat. For a moment, she seemed uncertain, her eyes darting between mine before she made her decision.

With a swift, graceful motion, she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips—a gesture of thanks, fleeting but warm. Her cheeks flushed as she pulled back, a small smile forming on her lips.

Before I could think better of it, I reached out, tilting her chin gently and leaning in to claim her lips once more. This time, the kiss lingered, slow and deliberate, her breath hitching in surprise. She froze for a moment, her hands gripping my armor as though unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer.

When I pulled back, I let the moment hang between us, my lips hovering just over hers. Her dark eyes fluttered open, her cheeks still flushed, and for a moment, a slight blush in her cheeks.

"Go," I said softly, my voice steady but insistent. "Take them and live. That's all the thanks I need."

She nodded, her gaze lingering on me as she stepped onto the boat. As the ship pulled away from the shore, I stood in the shadows of the cliffs, watching until they disappeared into the horizon. Only then did I turn back toward the burning city, my thoughts already racing with the consequences of what I'd done.

[Feats Achieved: kiss Elia Mortell +500 credit, save Elia Mortell (rare) 300 credit, save Aegon targaryen (rare) 300 credit, save Rhaenys targaryen (rare) 300 credit, kill the mountain, 2400 credits total]

Well this makes me feel at least a little better he thought, looking at all the courtesy gain.

Secret quest completed

[Saving the Princess]

Objective: Prevent the murder of Elia Martell and her children.

Reward: 3 random skills, 100,000 credits

Admin Note: Seriously, if you managed to pull this off, you deserve this reward. George really put her in an impossible situation, didn't he?

Tyrion blinked at the unexpected message. George? Who the hell was George?

Claiming his rewards he made his way back.

-later-

As Tyrion trudged through the crumbling streets of King's Landing, the destruction around him a grim reminder of the chaos that had unfolded, he decided it was time to take stock of the unexpected rewards he'd earned.

He pulled up his quest log and looked at the new skills that had appeared after saving Elia Martell and her children.

[Aura - Apprentice]

The physical manifestation of your soul. This skill enhances your strength, stamina, and endurance, while also offering a degree of protection against harm.

[Blink]

You can teleport to anything within your line of sight, with limited range.

[The Vermin Lord]

You have the ability to control all rats within your range, sensing their presence, commanding them telepathically, sharing their senses and even possessing them.

Creatures: Rats

Range: 100 Miles

Suddenly, his gaze flicked up toward the city gate. Through the smoke and wreckage, he saw the Northern army filing into King's Landing. At the forefront was Eddard Stark, the Warden of the North.

As he saw his father's army interact with the northerner he knew his role here was done. After this, there was nothing he could he would have to wait until the Greyjoy rebellion in three years.

-later-

As Tyrion watched Robert Baratheon ascend the Iron Throne, the newly crowned King settling into his brutal reign over Westeros, a flicker of calculation passed through his eyes. The sounds of cheering and reverence from the crowd felt hollow against the cold realization of Robert's reign bringing new challenges and opportunities.

His hand moved instinctively to his system interface. The previous chaos had earned him a significant haul of credits, not only from the recent events in King's Landing but also from his previous ventures and encounters. Adding everything together, the numbers were staggering.

Credit total: 102,969

When he went back to the rock he might consider looking through the different options he could purchase, but for now he decided to simply ignore it for now.

-later-

As his first life, his brother still killed the mad King staining his reputation permanently as the kingslayer.

Jamie still kept his position as a kings guard they stayed in Kings Landing for over a week before his father took them back to the Westerlands.

Make it back to the rock they were greeted by a large dinner prepared from the servants. After the celebration Tyrion went back to his room.

Tyrion's eyes narrowed as he finally decided to explore the system store, his curiosity peaking once more. The sight of the dragon egg he first spotted when the store appeared resurfaced in his thoughts. It had been a tantalizing glimpse of something he might acquire something rare and potentially useful but for now, it wasn't his priority.

He scrolled through the available options, honing in on a specific objective that had been nagging at him: "Seduce the Lion Milf." His lips twisted into a sly grin as he read the quest details.

[Seduce the lion milf]

Objective: make Genna Lannister your woman

Optional objective: breed her and make her claim the child is actually her husband child

Optional objective: fuck her as her husband listens or watch it

Reward: 10,000 credits, 5 random skills

Bonus reward: 10,000 (for each kid), legendary template, title: mr. steal your girl

Tyrion's interest sharpened at the thought of the credits and skills, but it was the legendary template and title that truly caught his attention. Power like that was rare (especially since it would be free and considering the prices of some of the other templates he saw in the store he rather get one through a quest).

-later-

Tyrion scrolled through the skills with a keen eye, weighing his options and the credits required for each. His ultimate goal of seducing his aunt Genna was no easy feat, but these skills seemed tailored to provide the edge he needed in such a delicate endeavor.

[Pheromone Release - Level 1]

Cost: 100 credits

Effect: You can subtly influence the mood and attraction of those around you through the controlled release of pheromones, heightening their responsiveness to your charms.

[Sticky Fingers]

Cost: 150 credits

Effect: You understand the nuances of touch and emotional manipulation. With your electrifying touch and intimate understanding of your target's desires, you can keep them yearning for more and extract promises or secrets they wouldn't otherwise share.

[Don't Stand Too Close to Me]

Cost: 100 credits

Effect: You gain an almost hypnotic presence during instruction. Whether you're teaching a skill, sharing knowledge, or simply spending time with someone, your charisma will entwine with their thoughts, turning professional or casual moments into intimate ones over time.

[Sexual Calibration]

Cost: 50 credits

Effect: All physical and logistical barriers to perfect intimacy are removed. Partners will feel as though every interaction is flawless, with no discomfort or unintended consequences. This skill ensures you and your partners remain at peak energy and enjoyment levels.

After reviewing them, Tyrion smirked, recognizing how perfectly these skills would help him navigate his delicate plans. He didn't just want to seduce Genna; he wanted her utterly captivated. With these tools, he'd be more than equipped to accomplish the task.

"Purchase all," Tyrion mentally commanded, confirming the transaction.

Credits Remaining: 102,569

A subtle sensation washed over him as the skills integrated into his system. He felt an intangible confidence building within, as though his very aura had sharpened. Sticky Fingers made his fingers tingle with anticipation, while Pheromone Release hummed beneath his skin like a subtle vibration, ready to deploy when needed.

Smirking, Tyrion began to strategize. "The game is on," he thought. "And Aunt Genna won't know what hit her."

After finishing his purchases he now focus on the important part. There were no doubt though were spy in this castle and he needed to find a way to get them out. Fucking varys he thought in annoyance the blackfyre was very annoying in his previous life but now he did wonder how he was going to push his nephews claim to the iron throne since he can't fake his identity as aegon targaryen.

He would have to see but that would take years so it was better not to worry about it right now.

Now look through the store he wanted to buy a skill that allow him to gather information on a target.

As he scrolled through the options, his eyes landed on a skill that seemed tailor-made for his current predicament.

[Mind's Eye]

Cost: 500 credits

Effect: This skill allows you to analyze and gather detailed information on any target within your line of sight. From their emotional state to hidden motives and even traces of past actions, nothing escapes your notice.

The description alone made Tyrion smirk. This was exactly what he needed. Not only could it help him weed out the spies in Casterly Rock, but it would also give him the edge he needed to navigate the political landscape of Westeros with even greater finesse.

"Purchase."

Credits Remaining: 102,069

The moment the skill was purchased, Tyrion felt a sharp clarity in his mind, as though a new lens had been added to his perception. Details in his surroundings seemed more pronounced, and he instinctively knew that his ability to read people had just leveled up significantly.

"Perfect," he thought, already envisioning how he'd use it to dismantle Varys's network and secure his family's position.

With the skill activated, Tyrion decided to test it out. He stepped into the dining hall, where the servants were still cleaning up after the feast. Scanning the room, his gaze landed on a young kitchen maid lingering near the corner. He activated Mind's Eye, and instantly, a flood of insights filled his awareness.

Name: Maera

Emotional State: Nervous, but trying to appear calm.

Loyalty: Compromised—reports to Varys.

Recent Actions: Passed information about the feast preparations and key guest interactions to a shadowy contact disguised as a merchant.

Tyrion's smirk deepened. "Got you."

He made a mental note to deal with Maera later. For now, the skill had proven its worth, and Tyrion knew this was just the beginning of what he could achieve.

-later-

Tyrion wiped the sweat from his brow with a calloused hand after finishing his morning exercises. His loose shirt clung slightly to his torso, highlighting the lean but formidable muscles that rippled beneath it. Though only nine years old, his physique was something most young squires would envy a testament to the system that had molded him far beyond his years. Without it, he knew he wouldn't have this kind of body, this strength, this resilience.

Entering to go to his etiquette classes, She looked at Tyrion with an appraising, lingering gaze that felt different from an aunt's scrutiny. It was the gaze of a woman sizing up a young knight or a potential lover rather than a nephew.

That gaze sent a flicker of a strange, unsettling confidence through him (shockingly he didn't feel uncomfortable or anything like that, but the opposite maybe it's the system is doing but he could care less right now).

"Well, at least my skills are working," Tyrion muttered under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips. He glanced at his system interface, mentally activating Mind's Eye..

Name: Genna Lannister

Emotional State: A mixture of pride, self guilt and discuss but also lust directed to Tyrion and her husband's ugly appearance isn't helping when she compares Tyrion and her husband she always chooses Tyrion.

Loyalty: Undoubtedly loyal to House Lannister

Recent Thoughts: she has thought because you're so young if she just let you fuck her once so she can lose the edge and your a young kid so keeping you quiet shouldn't be so difficult.

The revelation about her feelings stirred a mix of caution and opportunity in his mind. Though he now saw lust emanating from his aunt's her comparison of Tyrion to her husband brought an unsettling but valuable advantage.

Well, this complicates things in an interesting way, he mused silently.

Tyrion gave Genna a respectful nod as he passed her, his eyes locking with hers for just a moment longer than necessary.

"A pleasure to have your company, Aunt Genna," he said smoothly, his voice tinged with a hint of calculated charm.

He took his seat, ready to continue his lessons.

Tyrion use the skills he bought to seduce his aunt he find success surprisingly quickly.

He noticed her response wasn't long in coming her initial stiffness giving way to tentative touches, gentle caresses that left trails of heat wherever they met his skin.

The occasional fleeting contact would send a pulse racing through her ample form, the softness brushing against Tyrion like satin heated by an inner flame. At these moments, a delicate pink hue would bloom across Genna's weathered cheeks, revealing hints of the passionate turmoil waging beneath her regal composure.

The education had barely concluded before Aunt Genna dismissed everyone else and beckoned the charismatic younger Lannister boy to linger behind. In those heavy-lidded, yearning eyes, the simmering tension between them crystalized, awaiting only further invitation or impetus to unfurl into something much darker...and far more pleasurable.

So is there anything you wanna talk to me about Tyrion as curiously, but already an idea in his mind. Genna walked up to him and starting to play with his hair "o Tyrion" Genna say with a slight blush in her face "have you ever felt the Touch of a woman" she says her one of her breast laying on one of his shoulders.

At the touch of her ample breast against his shoulder, Tyrion pretended a shocked innocence, cheeks flushing to match the rose hue spreading down Genna's neck.

"Me? F-felt the touch of a woman?" His affected embarrassment faltered slightly as fingers wound lazily through his golden locks, sending shivers dancing along his spine despite his best efforts to appear demure.

"Well now, I'm sure there must be some misunderstanding," Tyrion stammered out a coy denial, struggling to maintain the guise while drinking in the scent of warm, eager flesh mere inches from his lips. "Aunt Genna, I'm merely a lad of nine summers, far too youthful to even think such wicked thoughts."

But the treacherous curl of arousal betrayed him as his cock began to swell in the confines of his trousers.

-Genna-

Genna smirk seeing his reaction "then let me show you" she says, kneeling down removing his trousers.

With deliberate slowness, Genna knelt beside Tyrion, deft hands grasping the laces of his breeches. Her breath came faster as she freed his rigid length from its confining fabric, wrapping slender fingers around the velvety hardness of his shaft.

"You poor boy, suffering in silence with no guidance..." Genna purred, thumb stroking the sensitive underside of his erection. "Let me teach you the pleasures of the flesh, dear nephew."

She leaned in closer, the sweet scent of her desire mingling with the musk of aroused male flesh. The bold stroke of her tongue across the head of his cock made Tyrion gasp, hips twitching instinctively toward her tantalizing mouth. Genna grinned up at him, relishing his reactions as she slowly engulfed the swollen tip within her silken warmth.

As she started deep throating his large cock Genna's plump, pillowy breasts enveloped Tyrion's throbbing member, milking it with supple flesh as she resumed sucking, her tongue working in tandem with the sensual pressure of her cleavage. The contrast of hot, wet mouth and cool, yielding titflesh sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through the youth's body.

Moaning low in her throat, Genna pumped her breasts along his length, each rhythmic squeeze drawing a strangled groan from Tyrion's lips. Her own need grew with every suckle, nipples stiffening into pert buds that ached for attention. As she bobbed her head, taking him deeper, Genna reached up to tweak the hardened peaks, sending sparks of delight shooting straight to her core.

Tyrion's small, inexperienced hands found purchase in the rich tangles of Genna's blonde hair, guiding her movements as he lost himself in the decadent sensations.

As Tyrion cock twitch slightly in her mouth, she knew it was coming, sucking even more intensely until…

Gasping as her nephew flooded her eager mouth with his hot seed, her gaze flickered up to meet his as she slowly released his spent dick from the cocoon of her abundant bosom, smearing the residual cream over his slick, tender flesh.

The gleam of triumph faded quickly, replaced by genuine wonder and curiosity as Tyrion's engorged cock sprang back to full mast almost immediately, thumping heavily against her chin. It seemed the youth harbored untold reserves of stamina and hunger - a revelation that thrilled Genna to her very core.

-later-

Genna moaned as Tyrion starting to play with One of her tits sucking on the other one as she cum having an orgasm Tyrion put her on the hard rock floor as he opened her legs and prepares his cock

His rigid cock nestled against her drenched entrance, Tyrion paused only to savor the sensation of her heated folds parting eagerly for him. Then, with a primal grunt, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt inside Genna's welcoming cunt. The feel of her tight, pulsing walls gripping him spurred Tyrion onward, and he set a relentless pace, fucking into his debauched aunt with wild abandon.

Panting harshly, Tyrion gripped Genna's plush thighs, anchoring her in place as he rode her with savage intensity. Each powerful thrust drove his massive cock deeper, the sound of skin slapping against lush curves filling the air as her generous buttocks bounced wildly under his merciless pace.

With every plunging stroke, Tyrion's heavy balls slapped against Genna's sensitive labia, adding another layer of depraved friction to the carnal union. The intoxicating mix of slick heat and firm flesh consumed him, urging him to claim his aunt completely, to rut into her until neither could bear any more.

Obscene grunts tore from Tyrion's throat as he lost himself in the visceral delight of violating Genna's most intimate depths. His eyes rolled back, succumbing to the raw animalism driving him, driven solely by the urgent needs of his throbbing member and the willing, squelching warmth of her cunt.

"Tell me, Aunt Genna... Who does this dripping, used pussy truly belong to now?" Tyrion hissed, punctuating his query with a particularly brutal snap of his hips. Despite the rough treatment, her soaked folds still clenched greedily around his pistoning cock, as if desperate to keep him sheathed forevermore.

Genna's eyes glazed over with a haze of lust and submission as she replied between ragged gasps, "To you, oh goddamn it! To you, my precious nephew!"

Her begging only fueled Tyrion's insatiable hunger, prompting him to redouble his efforts. Balls drawn up tight, he hammered into Genna's accepting depths, chasing his pending release with single-minded ferocity.

"Then take my seed, you wanton slut!" he roared, the words ripping free as his climax seized him.

Collapsing atop Genna's sweat-slicked form, Tyrion groaned in satisfaction as the final pulses of his orgasm milked her womb full of his potent seed. He claimed her lips in a plundering kiss, tasting the saltiness of their combined exertions as he nuzzled into the valley between her jiggling tits.

Panting harshly, the young buck settled his aching weight between Genna's spread thighs, basking in the afterglow of their illicit coupling. His softening cock slipped from her abused pussy, coating her innermost recesses with sticky threads of fluid before sinking deeper, resting snugly against her cervix.

-Tyrion-

In this position, Tyrion felt utterly possessed of his experienced aunt, every inch of his lean frame pressed intimately against her pliant form.

[Seduce the lion milf]

Objective: make Genna Lannister your woman - [completed]

Optional objective: breed her and make her claim the child is actually her husband child - [completed]

Optional objective: fuck her as her husband listens or watch it - [Uncompleted]

Deciding not to claim the rewards until I finish the last objective I look at my sexy aunt with my skill [Mind of eye]

Name: Genna Lannister

Emotional State: A complex mix of post-orgasmic bliss, shame, and twisted devotion. Deep-seated frustration towards her unfulfilling marriage fuels her growing obsession with her young nephew.

Loyalty: Undoubtedly loyal to House Lannister

Recent Thoughts: that she love how Tyrion fuck her and wants more she doesn't think it's only goning to be once like she originally plan.

Smirking to himself, he allowed himself to sleep between his hands and massive breast as his consciousness left his body.

[Feat achieve: fuck Genna Lannister +500 credits added, breed Genna Lannister +1000 credits added]

Admin note: I swear you and your siblings are worse than all the targaryen when it comes to this shit.

Looking at this, I simply ignore it. I have learned to ignore the admin note.

-later-

Instead of doing their typical etiquette lessons Tyrion getting his dick sucked by Genna.

The seasoned temptress obliged without hesitation, her skilled mouth closing around his semi-erect cock as if starved for the taste of his virile essence.

Genna's tongue swirled languidly along the underside of his length, gathering the beads of precum that oozed from the slit. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, creating a soothing vacuum that coaxed Tyrion's member to rise anew. Meanwhile, she cradled his balls in one hand, gently rolling them between her fingers.

However, it was the addition of her substantial breast that truly elevated the encounter to sinful heights. Genna guided the fleshy mound to rest between Tyrion's thighs, allowing him to slide his aching cock through the warm, damp crevice.

Lost in the hedonistic bliss of Genna's ministrations, Tyrion's hips began to pump in rhythm with her sucks, his cock gliding effortlessly through the slippery valley of her cleavage. The additional stimulation proved too much for the young man's restraint, and with a guttural moan, he buried his length to the base between Genna's plump tits, grinding into her soft flesh.

As his climax approached, Tyrion's grip tightened in Genna's golden locks, pulling her closer to devour his throbbing shaft. The older woman accommodated his desperation, swallowing around him with renewed vigor, determined to wring every drop of his essence from his pulsing cockhead. Her nose brushed against his groin as she worked, inhaling deeply the potent musk of his arousal, spurring her on to deliver the ultimate oral tribute.

Tendrils of electric pleasure shot through Tyrion's entire being as his monumental orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. Rapture contorted his features into a twisted grimace as he emptied himself into Genna's willing mouth, his cock spasming uncontrollably between the cushion of her heavy breasts.

The intense pulses of his release prolonged the erotic spectacle, streams of hot cum spurting forth to paint Genna's face and chin in viscous white stripes. Still he pumped, lost in the sheer ecstasy of surrendering control, entrusting his bodily fluids entirely to his lust-addled aunt.

Only when the final aftershocks ebbed did Tyrion gradually return to awareness, chest heaving as he gulped in ragged breaths.

As he gathered his energy back, he looked at his aunt cover in his seed she only smirked at him before putting his cock back in her mouth.

He wasn't going to complain.

-later-

Tyrion look at his current amount of credit.

Credit: 103,569

He started looking through the store options on how to increase his magic currently he only had 2 on his magic stat and he started at zero.

He still did not know how the average mage magic stat was in this world. But it was something to look into.

Now he was conflicted his crew should arrive very soon and if he wasn't wrong rhaella she still be at Dragon Stone.

But again, the only reason why he was allowed to be out of Casterly rock was because he was going with his father and uncle to Kings Landing otherwise they wouldn't have let him go out of the west.

But maybe…

He looked through his store on the system, trying to find any perfect cloning ability, they would allow him to be in two places at once.

And he thought he found the perfect one.

[Doppelgänger]

Cost: 500 credit

Effect: Create a fully autonomous clone of yourself that can persist for years, performing tasks and living a separate existence while the original carries on independently. Warning, the clone with a long amount time can gain his own personality but as the original, you can make the clone disappear, gaining it memories.

Immediately purchasing it I smiled to myself as I gained the ability to create another version of myself.

I should start looking through the store more often I thought seeing how cheap that skill was.

Credit: 103,069

-later-

Leaving wearing my armor and a sword on my hip wasn't exactly the way I thought this morning was gonna start.

Before he left, he created the clone using his new skill and to say his clone was a complete replica of him was not false.

in his mind, he could feel connection between both bodies if he really wanted to he could control the other body of the clone.

Leaving those thoughts in his head he continue his path purchasing a horse and preparing himself to go to Kings Landing.

His crew wearing instructed to after delivering the princess and her children to go to Kings Landing to leave the ships there to not connect them back to Casterly rock.

The only real downside of this little planet of his was that he couldn't enjoy Genna for these days he thought remembering how insatiable the woman has been in this couple of day they been fucking.

The memory of his aunt's big tits around his cock made him almost want to go back, but he decided against it. For the credits, he thought in his head for the credits.

-later-

As he strolled through the streets of King's Landing, now a city slowly rising from its ashes, he paused to take in the signs of life returning to normal. Shops were reopening, and the scent of fresh bread drew his attention. Deciding to indulge, he purchased a loaf from a modest stall before making his way toward the port where his men awaited.

In the distance, the familiar silhouette of a ship caught his eye as it approached the dock. The men began disembarking, their movements efficient and practiced. Removing his helmet, he stepped closer, and one of the men immediately recognized him.

"Milord," the man greeted, bowing slightly as he approached.

"Prepare the ships," he commanded. "We sail again, and this time, I'm coming with you. We leave immediately. Make sure the supplies are loaded, and tell the men to eat now. I won't have anyone slacking off because they forgot to fill their bellies. It'll be a hard journey ahead."

The man nodded sharply before turning on his heel and rushing off to relay the orders. He followed at a measured pace, mind already turning over his plans.

Though Robert's Rebellion was "technically" over, there remained one final matter to resolve before he could lay down his sword for a time. The assault on Dragonstone loomed ahead, the last obstacle standing in the way of relative peace.

Once that task was complete, he thought, perhaps he'd allow himself a few quiet years. For now, however, his focus remained unyielding.

-later-

Thunder roared across the storm-laden skies above Dragonstone, the ancestral stronghold of House Targaryen, as streaks of lightning illuminated the jagged silhouette of the fortress. The massive grey-stone walls loomed defiantly against the elements, unyielding as the wind howled and rain lashed down in torrents.

Inside the keep, the storm's ferocity stirred unease among its inhabitants. The relentless downpour and violent winds felt unnatural, an ill omen that gnawed at the hearts of those sheltering within. As the hours passed and the tempest only worsened, whispered fears of dark days ahead spread like wildfire.

Outside, great pyres burned along the castle grounds, their flames flickering defiantly in the storm to serve as beacons. The eerie glow cast jagged shadows across the castle walls, causing the black banners of House Targaryen to twist and writhe like the legs of some monstrous spider. Though they hung high upon the ramparts, the shadows stretched so low they seemed to claw at the ground below.

Dragonstone had never been a place of beauty. Unlike the splendor of Casterly Rock or the serenity of Highgarden, it stood as a grim monument to power, carved from the volcanic rock of the island it ruled. It was not built for admiration, but as a seat of dominance a reminder of the conquest that forged the Seven Kingdoms.

Yet the strength of the Targaryens had faded, reduced to a fragile remnant scattered across the realm. The Dowager Queen Rhaella and her young son Viserys now resided within the keep, fugitives of Robert Baratheon's wrath. But loyalty among their followers had eroded; the castle's halls were filled with whispers of betrayal. Schemes brewed in the shadows, as many of those who remained plotted to offer their royal guests to the new king in exchange for clemency.

The rumors gained urgency with news that Stannis Baratheon, commanding the royal fleet, was sailing for Dragonstone. Those in the castle hastily prepared to turn the tide of power in their favor, even as the storm raged above.

Beyond the island's storm-battered coast, a crimson-sailed longship fought against the churning seas. Its prow, painted deep red and adorned with the image of a rearing stag, cut through the waves like a blade. From its side, a small rowboat broke away, carrying a shadowy figure toward the dark, foreboding shores of Dragonstone. Unaware of the betrayal awaiting within, the vessel pressed onward, the storm swallowing it whole.

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Decided to end here mostly because this chapter is already too long for my liking.