House of the wolf

As we continue our voyage I realize my growth spurts have stopped coming, topping off at a little taller than Barristan at 2m. I might not be as tall as the Hound, Mountain, or Duncan the Tall but this is ideal for me.

 

My size is already debilitating my speed and dexterity enough, but once I get used to it and become as nimble as I was in childhood. which I feel can be accomplished through exercise and training. I will be a force to be reckoned with.

 

After all my lessons in High Velyrian, I have come to realize I can´t speak it for shit, but I can read it pretty well and while I am grateful for Dany for teaching me I was somewhat unable to stand her holding in her laughter after  every word I said. So I stuck to reading it instead of speaking it.

 

She tried to apologize for making fun of me with her by enticing me with her perfect body but I held firm and stoic maintaining my dignity until she got down on her knees. And started worshipping my cock.

 

Now here we are.

 

“Sōnar mastan” 

 

“Soner masten”

 

“Good you´re doing…good” Dany enjoying my failings a bit too much but learning to mask it better each day

 

I pinch her perky ass “How did you learn High Valyrian do you Targeryens come out of the womb speaking that god-forsaken tongue?” 

 

She rolls her eyes at me but her body is responding to my actions “No my brother taught me, the only thing he ever taught me even his selfishness could not beat the pride he had in being a dragon he had to teach me so he could show off how better he was than me at speaking it until I surpassed him and he beat me for it. But in the end, he was no dragon” 

 

I half listen to her while groping at her chest and pinching her nipples   

“And you! Don´t you tire of your lust?” She punches at my chest. 

 

“My lust? I can smell your excitement from here, trust me I have a very good nose and with the scent you're giving off I could track you all the way from Westeros” I say with booming laughter seeing her blush at my words  

 

“Your words are too embarrassing! She hides her face in my chest” 

 

“Embarrassing? Why we´re in your room, the only people in here are us! It's not embarrassing at all in fact I like your scent it smells of s-” She screams and starts beating on my chest not letting me finish my sentence I laugh, lift her up by her ass and line her up so I can fuck her in the air while I am standing. 

 

“If you don´t want to be embarrassed try not to scream so loud this time. All the people on the boat heard you last time, I say and start sinking into her wet folds that wrap so tightly around my cock I could not even add my pinkie if I pushed with all my might.

 

“Mmhh how can I not scream when you cram that fat cock into my little pussy-ehhg”  

 

“Well it´s not like I´m complaining mind you, I like to hear you scream my name, to hear you let the world know who is fucking you senseless” 

 

I say and start pushing her body down with my hands sinking on my cock while I bite her neck and lick her skin "Mmmh Ed you make me feel so good" as I kiss all over her neck and face and start kissing her lovable lips

 

“ED-oh ed please-uh please stay with me, mmh-please don´t go” she moans out as I use just my arm strength to lift her up and down on my cock

 

I start thrusting into her not wanting to speak about this again in detail “We won´t be parting forever Dany we´ll see each other again” 

 

“Promise?” she looks up at me almost delirious as she bounces on my cock 

 

“Promise”  

 

After giving her all she could take, I dressed up watching Dany limp around the bed with a bloated belly as she uses a cork to keep it all in, after asking her why she explained to me that a witch cursed her making so that she would never be pregnant again.

But she is the last hope for the Targaryen dynasty she must continue her bloodline, but seeing her going this far it is obvious to me that this about more than just her duty. She longs to be a mother so I could not find it in me to protest her actions and just let her do as she is doing and left the room to keep up my training on the deck.

 

I train with just my helmet and sword this time as the armor does not fit me anymore. As I am about to start training a Dothraki warrior approaches me and challenges me, having interacted and seen what kind of people these are I know that means a fight to the death. 

 

Damon is about to draw his sword and fight in my stead but I stop him, I somewhat expected something like this to happen when I started sleeping with their Khaleesi but still I am a bit apprehensive about fighting to the death.

Because I´ve seen the Dothraki with Dany are all good warriors and there is the fact that I don´t have much experience in real combat and killing other people.

 

Sure I killed a few of the guards and Janos Slynt during the escape from King´s Landing but I was not thinking straight, my whole being was just getting out alive I was not even focused on killing them this, this will be different.

 

That is exactly why I must do this! I´m here to better myself and in this world that means knowing how to kill and not be killed.

 

I take my helmet off as I am without my armor it will only hinder my vision against a foe that relies on speed like the Dothraki that would be a costly mistake.

 

People clear the deck where we are about to fight since this will be a one-on-one fight I will use just the longsword. Before I left Winterfell I was best with a sword and shield combo but since then I´ve spent most of my training with Barrstan who focused more on my sword skills and I have not adjusted them to be used with the shield just yet.

 

The Dothraki warrior also uses a sword. A blade that curves at the halfway point, I don´t ask his name nor do I want to know. He is either some nameless person that I´ll kill or the bastard that killed me, either way I don´t want to know his name.

 

As we circle each other I look into his eyes and see he is fearless, a good thing for me. 

 

And he charges at me swings his sword at me and I parry it to the left then instantly swing my foot with powerful force between his bowlegged legs and thunk!!!

 

The force of my kick made him go airborne for a split second then it went silent for a while until you heard a sword fall to the ground and the whole boat heard an agonizing scream as he fell to his knees and puked up blood and other things. I was shocked for a split second but steeled myself and put him out of his misery pushing my sword through his heart. The Dothraki men laughed at the way the man lost sparing no thought to the warrior that lost.

 

So simple, I think to myself no major battle, no surpassing my limits. Just a single mistake and his life is done.

 

I stared at the blood pooling beneath my feet while I felt queasy I did not feel regret it, it was not honorable to do what I did, but to fight with honor is to die with honor. Honor is valuable but has no place in a battle.