Chapter 56: A Very Fun Show—

  Yara’s heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger, humiliation, aant pliance as he reached out. His fingers brushed her cheek, sending a shiver down her spie herself.

  Yara's hands trembled as her fingers brushed against his thigh. She could feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his leather breeches, and she fought back a surge of revulsion.

  She had to do this for the Iron Isnds, for her brother, and for herself. Her resolution was hard. She met his gaze, her eyes sharp. “Enjoy yourself today, I guess,” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous.

  Viserys’s smile softened, almost tenderly. “Oh, I will, trust me,” he replied, his voice smooth. “This is going to be a fun night.” Then, he pulled her closer, pg her ass on his p as his hand slid to the back of her neck, his touch firm but not cruel. “Let’s make sure it's fun for both of us.”

  Yara's lips parted in a silent gasp as he pulled her closer, his hands sliding up her thighs, caressihrough the rough fabric of her leathers. She shuddered at his touch, her body betraying her as it respoo his skilled fingers. She wao push him away, to tell him that she wasn't some toy to be pyed with, but she bit back her words, knowing that resistance was futile.

  Her breath caught ihroat as he leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a gentle, almost teasing kiss. She hesitated, her mind rag, but then she responded, her lips parting slightly. The kiss deepened, and the world around them seemed to fade away for a moment, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the iy of the moment.

  Viserys’s hands moved to her bound wrists, untying them with practiced ease. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searg hers. “Better,” he said, his voice low.

  He held her waist, put her to the side, and stood up. He began to unce his tunic, his movements were deliberate and fident. Yara tried to find it unattractive but failed. Cursing under her breath, she watched, her heart still rag, but a part of her was intrigued, drawn to the power and trol he exuded.

  “Strip,” he said. She stood silently. “Sure, I’ll help you then.”

  He reached out and tore at her clothes, ripping the leather from her body and exposio his hungry gaze. Yara's cheeks burned with rage rather than shame, but she didn’t show it. She couldn't bring herself to look away, her eyes locked on his as he took in her naked form.

  "Beautiful," he whispered, his firailing down her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "You're mine now, Yara Greyjoy. And I'll do with you as I please."

  He pushed her legs apart, his fingers sliding into her pants, stroking her intimately. Yara's breath caught ihroat as he touched her, her body arg involuntarily at his skilled touch. She tried to push him away, to deny the pleasure that was building within her, but he held her fast, his fingers moving faster, harder.

  “So much for resistance,” he said, pulling his hand bad lig his fingers. Then her own hands moved to the ces of her leathers, her movements slow and deliberate. “Now sting this. Take off the rest of your clothes.”

  As she began to undress, Viserys’s eyes never left her, his gaze intense and unwavering. When she was finally bare, he stepped closer, his hands sliding over her shoulders, down her arms, and around her waist. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers again in a passionate, hungry kiss.

  Yara’s initial resistance melted away, and she found herself kissing him back, her hands moving to his chest, feeling the firm muscles beh his skin. She pushed him bato the bed, climbing onto him, her body pressing against his.

  “Oh,” he said, surprised. “You’re so forward suddenly.”

  “Couldn’t help but be so after you took off your shirt. It’s not as if you’re not attractive,” she murmured, her voice a mix of defiand desire. “So just stay quiet, a’s enjoy ourselves.”

  Viserys chuckled, his hands roaming over her body, his touch both gentle and anding. “As you wish,” he said, his voice low and husky.

  Yara’s heart raced as his hands moved over her, his firag the tours of her body. She felt a mix of defiand desire, her initial ess giving way to a growi. His lips found hers again, and the kiss deepeheir tongues iwining in a passionate dance.

  He rolled them over, his body c hers, and she felt the warmth of his skin against hers. His hands were firm on her hips, guiding her, and she felt a thrill of anticipation as he positioned himself at her entrance. She took a deep breath, her body tensing slightly, but then she rexed, letting herself be swept away by the moment.

  She felt his manhood press against her casping a little at the size. Viserys entered her slowly, his movements deliberate and trolled. She moaned softly, but then something ged. “Haaangh?!”

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  When I smmed my coside Yara’s dripping t, a blue s fshed before me.

  [You have cimed your first virgin.]

  What? Seriously? I was more surprised that she was a virgin pared to the fact that I, nor the pre-Viserys, had taken anyone’s virginity despite sleeping with so many women. Women of this world are goddamn sluts. What’s up with her then?

  Then I recalled her flirting with a prostitute iV Show. She didn’t swing this sway; if she did, it was barely since she was wet. Still, it was quite surprising. And it didhere.

  [A dragon’s mate must be pure, and you’ve finally found one suitable with strong genes and personality. ditions have bee for skills!]

  [Skill: ‘Dragondick - E’ has been unlocked!]

  This is insane. I noted before chug to myself and smming deeper into Yara. All of this was weird, but I didn’t hate it. I’d breed her into a submissive, loyal mate if necessary.

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  Yara gasped as his manhood suddenly felt hotter, bigger, better, her breath catg ihroat as she felt him fill her. “H-holy shitthhh!” She arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he paused, giving her a moment to adjust.

  His eyes met hers, and she saw a mix of desire and something else—something almost tender. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice a low murmur.

  Yara was surprised to see this annoyingly arrogant man ask her so gently. She nodded, her breath still ragged. “Yes,” she whispered. “Just… move.”

  He plied, his movements growing more rhythmid intense. She felt each thrust deep within her, her body responding with a growi. She’d never felt like this before. Was this what she was missing out on by only choosing to sleep with women? Dammit, what a loss. Her moans mingled with his low, satisfied groans, and the room was filled with the sound of their passion.

  “F-faster,” she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and plea. Viserys did as asked, his movements being more urgent, his hips spping against her ass as the sound filled the room. His lips trailed kisses down her ned shoulders, and she arched her back, her body meeting his thrusts with a growing iy, her nails leaving marks on his skin.

  Yara’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure. She g to him, her legs ing around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Yoing crazy,” he breathed, “you wild girl.” He chuckled as his hands roamed over her body, his touch both possessive and tender.

  She felt a surge of passion that she shouldn’t toward an enemy, her body responding to his every touch. “Oh- Ohn~ my,” she moaned, her voice a low, husky whisper. “Don- don’t stop~!”

  He didn’t, his movements being more frantic, his breath hot against her skin. She felt the tension building within her, a growihreatening to e her. Her body trembled, and she felt the first waves of pleasure crashing over her.

  “Yara,” he growled, his voice mixing desire and trol. “You like that? I’m sure you heard in the duhat I broke your brother’s jaw, and you still love that? Despite all my threats earlier? You ’t seem to trol your hips, you dirty slut,” he said.

  She met his gaze, her eyes dark with passion. “S-shut up, arrogant bastard,” she moaned, her voice barely audible. “Just do me, fuck me like you wanna- ahn- break meh~.”

  As the moment's iy greart of Yara’s mind lost its crity, a voice of defiand pride slowly giving in to his strong arms that embraced her. But for now, she let herself be swept away by the passion, her body responding to his every touch. She moaned softly, her hands clutg at the furs beh them, her body trembling with pleasure.

  Viserys’s movements became more urgent, his thrusts deeper and more powerful. Yara’s moans grew louder, her body arg into his, her nails digging into his back. She felt the peak of her pleasure approag, a wave of heat that threateo overwhelm her.

  “That’s it, that’s ith~ I am close, so close,” she moaned like an instrument, her voice weak and submissive. Viserys’ movements grew harsher, and she arched her back, her body meeting his thrusts with a growing iy, her nails leaving marks on his skin.

  The room was filled with the sound of their passion, their breaths ing in ragged gasps. Yara’s body trembled, her moans so loud that the walls trembled as she felt the peak of her pleasure approag. She felt a surge of heat, a wave of pleasure that threateo e her.

  “V-Viserys!” she cried out, her body trembling as she reached her climax. He followed her moments ter, his body shaking with the force of his release. They colpsed together, their bodies entaheir breaths ing in ragged gasps.

  Everythi blurry for a moment as she rexed her head, staring at the ceiling, her breathing ragged. She found herself being held in his arms, her body still trembling with the aftereffects of their passion.

  “By the way,” Viserys suddenly said, and she failed to respond. When he called her for a sed time a mier, she looked up with a smirk.

  “I thought this was going to be hard to enjoy, but damn are you good…” she bit her lips. “Should we tinue, baby? We have the night all for ourselves.”

  “Soon,” he said, “but first…” Then he reached out and pulled a rope that hung from the ceiling. She hadn’t noticed it at first. But as he pulled that, the closet that faced the bed suddenly parted. Yara froze.

  Theon Greyjoy, naked and bound to a chair, was revealed ihe closet, his mouth gagged, face pale, and tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched the se.

  Viserys’ eyes met her younger brother’s, and he smirked. “Your sister is delicious, Theon. Ehe show?”

  Yara’s eyes widened in shock, her body stiffening. She turo Viserys, her expression a mix of anger arayal. “You- how dare you—” she began, but Viserys silenced her with a kiss, his hands ge firm.

  She grumbled, pung him in the chest, but when he pressed his weight on top of hers, her body gave into his grasp. It was weird. She’d never felt like this before, ever. Were all Targaryens like this? In the end, she could only moan for him, her nails clutg his babsp;

  “Yes,” he said, “be obedient a’s tinue.”

  She didn’t want to, but at the same time, she did. Iween her gasps, she managed, “Dammit… It’s all your fault, brother,” she whimpered in a trembling voice as she passionately kissed him back, her body still trembling with the aftereffects of her earlier asm.

  Viserys’s smile was cold and triumphant as he kissed Yara and looked at Theon, who sobbed quietly in his chair. “Remember this, pathetic bastard,” he said, his voice a warning. “This is the price of betrayal.”

  The room was silent. The only sounds were the brazier's soft crag and the three octs' ragged breaths but for different reasons. Yara’s eyes met Viserys’s, and they shared a dark, unspoken uanding for a moment before he began to make her bite the sheets once more.

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