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Lux relaxed on a couch in his castle's solar, watching his daughter happily play with Noire on the floor. Bella was likely off kicking puppies or something, while Val was enjoying the library's considerable selection now that she wasn't confined to her quarters.

His beautiful Saintess should be arriving at the first Free City of her mission. Her main purpose there would be to set up surveillance and protection on the exiled Targaryens, with making contact with the Iron Bank in his name as a secondary objective.

Daenerys and Viserys would be important pieces in the game he was setting up. Lux didn't want any nonsensical butterfly effect, like how Val ended up captured by slavers, to mess with his plans. Placing a few of his trained wizards to keep an eye on them would be enough. After all, he only needed them to be alive to get what he wanted from them.

Other than the two royals, he was sure the Iron Bank would want to make contact after seeing the goods he'd sent along with his Saintess.

The Magicals that he tasked Bella with training couldn't create permanent conjurations like him, even after learning the advanced transfiguration he'd made, but what they could do was create superior products from inferior materials.

With that, he'd put them to work when they weren't learning. From fine glassware and intricate jewelry that couldn't possibly be created with the world's current level of technology to alcohol-based perfumes that put this world's scented oils to shame, he now had a steady supply of luxurious goods to flood the market with.

And that was only what he'd sent with his Saintess. On the other flying ships, he packed them to the brim with the surplus foods that his pocket dimension farms produced, sending them to various cities of Essos and Westeros. He was sure the unheard-of potatoes and tomatoes would be a hit with the peasants of this world.

"FOR NARNIA!" Delphi cried, seated on the back of the little black wolf, raising her tiny wooden sword to the sky.

Noire took off, charging toward her father lost in his daydreams, and Delphi struck, aiming for her father's shin with all the might her little arms could muster.

"Ah, you little shit," Lux cursed, shaking his head.

Fucking kids, don't they know not to interrupt a man while he's internally monologuing?

"Little shit, little shit, little shit," his daughter merrily skipped around singing.

Ah, hells. Bella was going to give him dirty side eyes for a while because of this.

A New God's Conquest

Yaling leaned against the upper deck's railing, wind flowing through her raven-black hair as the ship cut through the calm waves, nearing their journey's first stop. Their first leg of the voyage had them soaring through the skies, but now that the iconic Titan of Braavos could just barely be seen, they were pretending to be nothing more than an impressive yet mundane trading vessel.

Yaling knew they'd still get more than a few interested gazes because of the ship's size and advanced design, but something like this wasn't completely unheard of. The Swan ships of the Summer Islanders, while smaller, somewhat resembled their own.

Seeing that they'd soon be making port at the bustling trade city, Yaling pushed herself off of the ship's railing, turning to one of her Lord's black-robed sorcerers.

"Please, gather your fellows on the main deck," she politely ordered, receiving a nod of acknowledgment. While it was true that they were now under her command, in the end, they all served for the good of their Lord.

Down on the main deck, Yaling looked over the twenty men and women standing at attention. For now, she'd only be addressing the mages under her command while the commoners working as laborers were in the ship's hold, preparing the supplies for transport.

"As you all know, I have been tasked with fulfilling our Lord's commands in this foreign land. At all times, half of you will guard the ship, ensuring none realize it as something more than all the other vessels in port, and while I'm in the city, the other half will act as my guards to keep up appearances," Yaling paused, giving time for any questions or concerns to be raised. Hearing none, she continued, "That will be all for the time. You may organize yourselves to complete your duties as you see fit."

"Yes, Saintess," they all saluted after her commands had been given.

Yaling watched as the group huddled up, exchanging a few words before all drew their wands, the black robes they wore transfiguring into black combat leathers, each with a sword at the waist, and finally, a glamor that changed their physical features to one closer to her own.

She nodded to herself. It would be extremely odd if her guards were seen as defenseless scholars. Of course, it was far from the truth, but she wasn't going to flaunt their magical capabilities when it wasn't needed. She knew that, even without magic, each of the mages could hold their own with a blade. And with them all seemingly of YiTish descent, they'd likely face far less scrutiny.

It didn't take long before their ship was passing under the legs of the mighty Titan, the horn blowing at their arrival, and the sprawling city coming into view.

Of course, it wasn't a new sight for Yaling. She'd visited most of the major cities between Yi Ti and the Narrow Sea during her time as a bed-slave.

The bastard daughter of Valyria claimed they welcomed all but slavers. Of course, as long as one paid the right people and wasn't blatant about it, a slave vessel like the one she'd been a part of could go unnoticed in the sea of traders.

They waited for permission to moor, and after being flagged toward a vacant spot by a small galley, the crew prepared for landing. With how many enchantments their ship was packed full of, they easily drifted into the tight spot without a hitch.

As she'd expected, it seemed their grandiose galleon flying gold and silver banners had drawn considerable attention, a well-dressed man backed by a squad of guards already waiting where the gangplank had been dropped.

Yaling recognized the badge the man in front wore as that of a port official. She could see the greed in his eyes and she smiled. It seemed the first lambs were already walking to their slaughter, she thought.

Seeing no reason to delay things, Yaling signaled for the mages who took the role of her guards to surround her as they debarked their vessel.

"My Lady, welcome. My name is Malello. May I know the nature of your visit to our fine city?" the official asked, making Yaling nearly roll her eyes at the performance the man was playing at.

"Business and trade," she replied, not bothering to go along with the act.

"Very well then, I'll begin my inspections to ensure proper taxes and port fees are in order," Malello's friendly smile vanished, seeing he wasn't fooling anyone.

This, however, put a smile on Yaling's pretty face. It wasn't a nice smile, but it seemed that Malello's survival instincts weren't sensitive enough to notice.

Yaling happily led Malello and his few guards onto the ship and into the hold. When the doors closed, they didn't even get the chance to realize the interior's obviously magical nature before a glowing wand tip was pointed at the back of each Braavosi's head, their minds no longer their own for the moment.

"Well done," she clapped. "Make sure they believe we paid more than the standard fare and that, aside from our wealth, there's nothing suspicious about us."

It didn't take the skilled sorcerers long to follow her commands, and the rest of the time was spent standing around because it would be suspicious if the inspection finished too soon.

"Well met, My Lady. Here are your documents, and I hope your business ventures are fruitful," Malello happily bowed, now off the ship.

Yaling raised an eyebrow. She could tell the man was being honest this time.

Looking at the sorceress that messed with the man's mind, she only saw her looking away, trying to act innocent. Yaling guessed the woman hadn't liked what she'd seen while going through Malello's memories.

She shrugged, whatever, it's not like the man was of any importance. He'd just have to live with the extra brain damage that the tampering would cause.

Since that was dealt with, they could finally get started on the important things.

"You two, we need to find the exiled Targaryens. Supposedly they're living in a house with a red door," she ordered, picking out the one she was told had a gift for divination.

The two vanished into the crowd, and Yaling turned to give a few more orders, preparing to set up a few stalls in the nearby market.

She was sure her next move would draw the eyes of the Iron Bank onto their little group, but that was what she was hoping for.

From her days as a princess, Yaling knew that, unless you wanted to be looked down upon and taken advantage of, you had to make these kinds of people come to you, not the other way around.

A New God's Conquest

Tycho Nestoris, glorified parchment-pusher of the illustrious Iron Bank, flipped through the information his informants had delivered, making sure everything was in order one last time before scurrying down the extensive marble halls. What he'd heard couldn't be put off, and if his boss learned of it late, it would be on his head.

Knocking on the large door, Tycho patiently waited for permission to enter.

"Enter," he heard the muffled voice call out from inside.

He heaved the heavy thing open before walking in and bowing at the waist.

"Tycho, this better be good. I'm putting my meeting with the Black Pearl on hold for this," Bessaro Reyaan, his boss and Key Holder for the Iron Bank, grumbled.

"Yes, Lord Reyaan, this is of the utmost importance," he tried to placate the large man sitting in a double-wide seat. The Black Pearl would probably be thanking him if she knew, Tycho thought, trying to keep his lip from twitching up.

Bessaro seemed to relax at those words, deflating back into that poor chair of his, the creaking wood echoing through the chambers.

"Fine, let me have it then," Bessaro waved him over.

Tycho placed the bundle of parchments on the desk. "My Lord, a powerful sorceress from Yi Ti trading goods of such fine quality I've never heard of before has set up shop in the port market," he explained, seeing a frown starting to form on his boss's mouth.

He internally sighed; he knew this all sounded like a bunch of balderdash, but he could trust his sources

"My Lord, I'd trust this information with my life," he tried persuading, seeing his boss's frown deepen while flipping through the pages.

Bessaro sighed. "Very well. I'll remember those words." He sighed again, this time deeper. "Seems I won't be seeing my Pearl tonight, after all." Tycho turned away, hiding his eye that was visibly twitching.

"Did you at least acquire anything this so-called sorceress was selling?" his boss asked, making him nod.

"Yes, My Lord, the men I sent should be returning soon."

"Good. Bring them to the Keyholder chambers when they arrive," Bessaro said, struggling to hoist himself out of his seat. "Oh, and do remember, Tycho, if this turns out to be a waste of my time, you won't enjoy the outcome," his boss promised, making him give a stiff nod.

A New God's Conquest

Sitting in the Keyholder's chambers, Bessaro frowned, flipping through the information his lackey had brought to his attention. If even a quarter of it was true, he was sure there was a hefty profit to be made.

Watching his fellow Keyholders trickle in, he gave each a nod before getting back to the pieces of parchment. Seriously, a saintess healing all illness and injury? Of course, he was already accustomed to the many religions of the city claiming to do the same, such as the Red Priests and their ability to raise the recently deceased, but everyone knew that was nonsense.

"Bessaro, my friend, what's this all about?" a Keyholder asked, making him frown. The man asking was an upstart that he knew only made it onto the council after a lucky break.

"Read for yourself," he said, sliding one of the parchments down the table.

The man tilted his head. "A priestess of The Lord of Light healing the ill and injured? What's so special about that? These mummeries of the Red Temple are nothing new."

"No, not the Red God. Apparently, this is another lord of light, and based on the priestess, the religion is likely a new one from Yi Ti," Bessaro explained, one of the older Keyholders perking up at his words.

"Perhaps this Lord of Light has something to do with the vaunted Maiden-Made-of-Light they worship in Yi Ti," the white-bearded elder chimed in.

"As interesting as this is, what does any of this have to do with the Iron Bank?" the upstart asked, making a good point for once.

"You're right. If it were the sorcery alone, this wouldn't concern us," Bessaro paused, tossing over a few more parchments to the others. "It's the riches they've brought alone that we need to discuss."

The old man hummed, "Do we have more than just these words as proof?" he asked.

Bessaro nodded, "One of my subordinates will soon be delivering samples. We're still waiting on a few members of this council anyways."

The members present nodded at his words, willing to wait for what could be a profitable opportunity.

Luckily, it didn't take long for all the Keyholders to assemble, and shortly after a knock on the doors could be heard, his lackey entering along with four guards, each carrying a chest.

"Well, let's see it then," the upstart rubbed his hands together, standing up and opening the first chest.

Bessaro noticed the man frozen in apparent shock, hovering over the open chest. He rolled his eyes. Enough with the pageantry, get on with it, he thought.

"Incredible!" he exclaimed, slowly raising an elegant crystal chalice. Bessaro narrowed his eyes, he'd never seen such fine and clear glassware. He wondered if its durability would hold up.

Likely thinking the same, the upstart grabbed another of the cups, far from lightly clinking them together with no chips or cracks coming from the test, answering his unspoken question.

"If this is mass-producible, we can lower our imports from the slaver city," the upstart said, smiling widely.

Bessaro wondered if it was an act. He knew for sure that most of those present didn't at all care about the plights of slavery. They made plenty of coin dealing with them, and if keeping slavery out of Braavos wasn't so profitable, who knows what Braavos would look like today?

Bessaro signaled his lackey, watching the thin man struggle to heft the chest and place it in front of him. After all, he'd already stood from his chair one too many times today.

He picked out a strange cube with a hinge and, after opening it up, he frowned at the circle with an arrow, looking at Tycho for answers.

"My Lord, it is called a compass, supposedly it will always point north," his lackey explained, making him nearly drop the device in shock.

His hands trembled, and despite the effort, Bessaro hefted himself out of his seat once again, walking throughout the room, testing the device.

"This changes everything," he declared, gaining the attention of the others who were still gushing over the glassware.

"Tycho, show them," he ordered his man.

After more of the devices had been passed around and explained, he was pleased to see them all coming to the same realization.

No longer would their ships sail blind when the stars or sun couldn't be seen. Gone were the days of being lost at sea, and he could only imagine how this would speed up their trade voyages.

"I think I speak for all when I say that we need to meet the person behind this priestess," he told the room, seeing no one disagree with his words.

"Tycho, what do you know about the ones this priestess serves?" he demanded.

"Nothing, My Lord. She claims she serves none but her god," Tycho replied, making him roll his eyes.

"Fine, if that's the case, we must meet with this so-called saintess."

"Agreed, but we should send for her on the morrow. For now, we should plan what we'll be offering," the white-bearded Keyholder suggested.

"Alright, let's get down to brass tacks then," he said, beginning the long and boring deliberations.

Yaling gave the kneeling woman at her feet a compassionate smile before holding her scepter to her chest, requesting her Lord's divine light to heal the poor woman. Her plea was immediately answered as a golden light descended onto the woman.

The woman had been a prostitute in one of the city's less-than-reputable establishments until catching an illness that had her flesh slowly rotting away. But as the light subsided, the wide-eyed woman stretched her now pristine arms out, finally relieved from the pain after what felt like years of living as an untouchable.

"May the Lord's everlasting light shine upon your life and his eternal darkness welcome you into its comforting embrace once your time on this mortal plane inevitably comes to an end," Yaling recited, making sure the healed woman and the crowd watching knew who to thank.

"Praise the Lord!"

"Hail his benevolence!"

"We are not worthy!"

The people chanted, making Yaling nod in approval. This wasn't the first time she'd healed the disenfranchised of this city, so it wasn't a shock to the gathering crowd.

"Move aside, make way!" a group of uniformly armed men parted the growing congregation.

They, of course, didn't take kindly to that, but after recognizing the men as guards of the Iron Bank, even if they were outraged that the miracles being performed were put on hold, they didn't dare act or even speak on their inclinations.

Stepping out from the formation of guards, Yaling looked at the tall and gaunt man who gave a slight bow.

"My Lady, I am Tycho Nestoris. On behalf of the Keyholders of the Iron Bank, I invite you to discuss matters of great importance," he said.

Yaling faked a frown. "Good sir, the only matters of great importance are the sacred words of my Lord that I've been tasked to spread."

She wanted to make the man squirm, and squirm he did, trying his best to come up with the best response that wouldn't come off as offensive. Yaling found it delightful to watch the man who thought he was of any importance flounder under her gaze, and to her delight, she felt that her Lord watching over her found the situation amusing.

"O-Of course, My Lady, I meant no offense," he bowed again. "But if you are willing to spend some of your valued time speaking with the Keyholders, I guarantee it will be worth it."

Yaling waited there, just staring at the man for a while to set his nerves on edge. "Very well, let's not keep them waiting then," she gestured for him to lead the way.

Tycho looked around nervously. It seemed he just now noticed her black-clad warriors surrounding his little group. "Umm, will your friends be joining us?" he squeaked.

Yaling nodded, "Yes, they are duty-bound to protect their Saintess at all times," she told the banker, his brow starting to sweat.

"A-Alright then, I wouldn't want to get in the way of these fine men and women's duty, now would I," he tittered.

The journey through the city was a quiet one, and after reaching the grand doors of the Iron Bank, their guide looked at her, clearly more nervous than before.

"My Lady, the bank has a rule about weapons you see…" he trailed off.

Yaling gave him a small smile for all the emotional turmoil she'd put the poor man through. "As long as they are allowed at my side, they don't mind handing over their weapons," she offered, making the man sigh in relief.

With her guards now mistakenly defenseless, the banker paused mid-turn, glancing at her divine scepter. It seemed he decided better of himself, leading the way through the bank without saying a word. It was true that the thing looked like it could easily bash a man's skull open, but she was a Saintess, she wouldn't act on such violence, right?

Entering the meeting room, Yaling met the eyes of the men who would take everything from her and, more importantly, her Lord, down to the last copper if they had it their way.

The room was obviously designed to make their guests feel like they were at a disadvantage, the half-moon-shaped table the Keyholders sat at noticeably higher than the seat she was directed to.

Yaling didn't let it get to her, sitting tall in the lowered seat, her guards lined up behind her, and her Lord watching over her.

And when they gave her the silent treatment, trying to put her on edge, she simply sat there, serene as always until an older gentleman finally cleared his throat.

"Welcome, Priestess, I hope you've enjoyed your…" the old man started speaking before being interrupted.

"I am the anointed Saintess of my Lord," Yaling cut in, making the Keyholder's eye twitch at the disrespect he wasn't at all used to.

"Ahem, Saintess, then. As I was saying, I hope you've enjoyed your stay in our fair city," he continued, his smile noticeably stiffer than before.

Yaling hummed. "Mmmm, I can't complain, the locals have been receptive enough of my Lord's grace,"

The old man who seemed to be the one chosen to carry out the platitudes perked up. "Indeed, but we've only heard whispers of your Lord, care to enlighten us?"

"Of course, good sir," Yaling smiled. "My Lord and Savior, Lux Tenebris, God of Everlasting Light and Eternal Darkness welcomes all under his divine aegis," she proclaimed, a noticeable golden aura wafting off of her form, making those in the room tense at what they assumed to be sorcery or witchcraft.

The old man adjusted his collar. "Right… and may I ask who provided you with the fine products we've been hearing so much about?"

"My Lord provides all," Yaling succinctly replied.

"Your Lord? As in…" the banker raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, that's right, My Lord, Lux Tenebris, provides for all," she agreed.

"Okay, then who is responsible for crafting the items?" he asked, and Yaling could hear the patience in his voice running out.

"That would be the students of my Lord," she said, making the man let out a sigh.

"Is there any way we can get in contact with whoever is in charge of your Lord's students?" he asked.

"Hmm, well, my Lord's mistress is usually the one giving orders, so maybe she could help you with that."

The old man ran a hand down his face, and Yaling could see the rest of the Keyholders each exacerbated in their own right.

"Your Lord's mistress?" he asked.

"Yes," she didn't elaborate.

"..."

"If I may barge into this riveting conversation for a moment… To begin with, my name is Bessaro Reyaan, you may call me Bessaro. Is there anything we could do to have you arrange a meeting between the Iron Bank and someone in charge of supplying the products you've been selling?" Bessaro finally decided to get the conversation moving in a more productive direction.

Yaling shrugged. "One moment, I'll ask," she said, placing her hands together and looking at the ceiling.

Before the Keyholders could raise their questions, the familiar golden light surrounded the Saintess's body.

"My Lord has agreed, but he has some conditions," Yaling told them.

"You just spoke to your Lord?" Bessaro asked.

"Indeed."

Bessaro wondered if this would go anywhere, but they were already this deep in; might as well hear the Saintess out.

"By all means then, let us hear these conditions," he said, trying not to roll his eyes.

"My Lord asks for your assistance in procuring property, with one being an adequate location for a temple. Of course, we will gladly pay, but he finds it distasteful for his Saintess to sift through the many disreputable landowners of this city. If that is acceptable, my Lord will send a trade envoy within a moon's time," she said, making him frown in thought.

This would be easily arranged, but something seemed off. What was being asked of them was so little that it set him on edge.

Bessaro looked around at the other Keyholders, seeing them all give a slight nod.

"That is something that could be arranged. Now, we do have one more proposition if you're willing to hear it," he paused before seeing the Saintess nod. "We'd ask you to exclusively sell the things you call compasses to the Iron Bank."

Once again, the Saintess placed her hands together and the golden light shone.

"My Lord says that this will cost you significantly more," she said.

Bessaro nodded; he would find it suspicious if this Lord didn't know how valuable the creation was.

"Let us hear it," he urged.

"My Lord believes that the other free cities won't be as welcoming to his temples as Braavos is and requests your connections for this purpose."

Bessaro thought about it. This would require significantly more resources than their first demand. He shook his head. It was still nothing compared to the value having a monopoly over the compass would yield.

He looked to his fellows once more and none raised a concern.

Bessaro smiled. "This will cost us a lot, and the Iron Bank may irritate long-time allies, but I do think it will be worth it in the end," he told the Saintess, playing up how much they were losing.

"Very good, I will stay in contact then," the Saintess said, standing from her seat and leaving the chambers with her black-armored guards following behind.

Bessaro was lost for words. When was the last time he and his fellow Keyholders had been treated with such a lack of respect and indifference?

Another member cleared his throat. "Did we just make a deal with a mad woman?" he asked.

Bessaro shrugged. "It couldn't be helped, not when so much is at stake. The compass will ensure our dominion over the seas," he said.

A New God's Conquest

Lux chuckled while looking through his Saintess's eyes. The jade beauty was playing with the high and mighty Iron Bankers like they were nothing more than mere toys.

He knew that the city built around sea trade would go crazy over the compasses that he decided to bring into the world.

Lux stood, Aurora hopping off his lap. Bella was spending time with their daughter, and Val was on a hunt, so he might as well entertain himself for the time.

Spreading his senses through the castle, he locked onto his two targets. Appearing in a silent flash, Lux grabbed the first, and before they could even react, he was already behind the second, and with a final third flash, he was at the foot of his mattress, a startled elf over each shoulder.

He tossed them on the mattress, and they squealed. Lux was eyeing the two up like the enticing little treats they were, and they noticed, one looking too shy and innocent to touch while the other's 'fuck-me-eyes' were apparent.

Of course, the first acting all shy was Leaf, the little cutie whose virginity he'd stolen, and the other was a far older elf named Ash, who, unlike Leaf, ended up gaining a delectable dark complexion with white hair after her bonding.

"Master, you know you don't need to be forceful with me. I'll gladly take care of your needs anytime," Ash teased, already starting to peel off the cute French maid uniform.

"M-My Lord, use me however you see fit," Leaf stammered, hiding her face behind her hands, not wanting to lose to her older kin. And like always, the elf's innocence had him wanting nothing more than to devour the little thing.

Lux vanished his clothes. The impatient dark elf, already naked and waiting at the edge of the bed, gently took his hardening cock in one hand while the other fondled his hefty sack.

"Don't be shy, Leaf," Lux held a hand out for the shy elf to take.

Almost like she was still a virgin, Leaf let out a cute squeak as he pulled the girl into his arms, running a hand through her vibrant, autumn-colored hair before leaning down to meet her sweet mouth with his own.

As he feasted on her soft lips, Lux got to work unfastening the overly complex dress, easily sliding it down the elf's slender form after figuring out the contraption.

Lux grabbed Leaf's hands. She was about to shyly cover up her budding breasts topped with light pink nipples, and he couldn't have that.

"My dear, your body's a work of art. Don't try to hide it from your Lord, now," he teased, Leaf's blush reaching the tips of her pointy ears.

As he played with the shy girl above, Lux shivered in pleasure, the little succubus below lapping at his cock and balls.

Groaning in pleasure, Lux's hand trailed down Leaf's soft stomach, reaching the little nub above the hairless pink slit.

"Nnngh, My Lord," Leaf whimpered, his divine fingers too much for the small elf.

"Just take deep breaths and don't try to stop those moans," he whispered into her ear, the pointy things twitching as his warm breath tickled them.

The words seemed to help as she began meeting his gentle strokes with her tight slit. Leaf was starting to turn to putty in his arms.

Lux felt the pleasurable sensations below his waist stop. "Master, you've been ignoring me," Ash whined. "Please, fuck your servant's little pussy," she begged, raising her bubble butt in the air while arching her dainty back.

Really, who was he to decline his loyal servant's earnest request? Lux watched in amusement as the shy little elf tried to follow his hand as he positioned himself behind the needy, chocolate cunt.

Maybe Leaf was starting to come out of her shell, or maybe she was just too far lost in her lust. Either way, the little cutie wouldn't let the hand toying with her dripping sex go, not even as he used his other hand to press his tip against the spread-open pussy in front of him.

"Yes… Yes… Harder, fuck me harder, master," Ash cried as his cock completely disappeared into the tight hole with each thrust becoming rougher and rougher. It was a good thing that the little elves were built a lot sturdier than they looked.

Lux looked over to the side, his eyes meeting with the guiltily pleading look that Leaf was sending him. The girl was too shy to say it, but he knew that she couldn't stand being left out.

Leaf let out an indignant huff after he easily tossed her little ass on top of the elf he was already balls deep into.

Sending a final hard thrust into the chocolate elf, Lux gave her his special cream-filling, the elf almost incoherent with how many orgasms she'd had in succession.

Lux didn't need a break. He could go all day, so that meant the shy elf lying on top of the fucked-silly one didn't have to wait.

He gently teased the dripping slit before slowly piercing the elf to her core. Lux knew that Leaf preferred it slow and gentle, and since she was such an obedient servant, he'd make sure she enjoyed herself while serving.

Lux leaned over the small form, tilting her pretty head to the side and catching those lovely lips of hers, their bodies molding to each other as he slowly worked himself in and out of the tight slit.

By the time their gentle fucking led to a simultaneous climax, the wild little elf underneath them was already kicking and raring to go.

Lux's nighttime fun wouldn't be ending any time soon.

A New God's Conquest

Watching Rose furiously taking notes from her perch atop a bookshelf, Aurora huffed. Her pops really was a baddie, showing the poor girl just enough affection to keep her hooked, while ignoring her to the point she was willing to go to these lengths for more.

She'd need to keep a careful eye on things; she couldn't let her father go too far.

Lux ducked the left hook, jumped over the sweeping kick, and side-stepped the mean elbow his fearsome wife threw out, all with his eyes closed and external senses forcefully turned off.

"Why… won't… you… hold… still… bastard…" Val complained between each attack. He could only understand the insults by reading her lovely lips with his sixth sense, which was really just the ability he created to copy the Observation Haki of the One Piece world.

Lux smirked. If his beautiful wife wanted him to stand still, then he'd stand still. When he raised his arm to meet her furious haymaker, what looked like a viscous golden liquid spread, covering the arm meeting fist. This, of course, was his own special version of Armament Haki. Normally, the willpower made manifest would only show as a black coating, and only if the other person could sense Haki. But when he combined the Touki he'd copied from the memories of Voldemort with his Armament Coating, something stronger and more tangible was created.

"Argh, gods, what are you made of?" Val grumbled, rubbing her bruised knuckles.

"Heh, what's wrong? Didn't you say I only beat you by relying on my magic?" Lux tutted, making her cutely pout.

After an argument between the two over whether or not he'd allow her to fight on the front lines at his side, Lux had to put his foot down and show the headstrong woman that his strength wasn't solely reliant on his magic like she'd assumed.

"Bastard, how was that not magic? It felt like I punched a rock," she complained, and Lux simply shook his head.

"Woman, you couldn't even touch me until I let you," he told his sore loser of a wife.

"So that's it then? You're just going to leave me behind like some Southron lady?"

"That's not what I said. Right now, you're weak." Val was glaring, about to interrupt, but Lux just sent her a look that told her to can it. "Yes, you're weak. Even a stray arrow could end your time on the battlefield without you even knowing it."

"Grrr, fine, but what's your point?"

"My point, my love, is that if you want to go anywhere near a battlefield, you'll have to make it through my special hell mode training plan I happened to have prepared for any of the unruly women in my life, such as yourself," he explained. Seeing Val crossing her arms, giving him a stubborn glare, he sighed. "I hope you don't regret this."

"Whatever you've got planned, bring it on, Husband."

He figured she wouldn't be backing down. Unfortunately for her, he hadn't named it as his Hell Mode training for nothing. Lux knew Val wasn't the type to use magic, so things were about to get very physical… and not in a fun way. Okay, maybe they'd still have a little fun at the end of each session. That hot and sweaty kind of fun where he'd…

Ahem, Lux cleared his throat. He was getting distracted for a moment right there. Where was he? Ah, yes, training his spunky wife.

Lux smiled, and Val didn't like it one bit. She wondered if she'd made a mistake agreeing to this training.

Before he could begin the beat… erm, training, Lux noticed a malevolent aura wafting in through the doorway that was cracked open just the slightest, a single bright green eye glaring in. He ignored it, figuring things would probably work out fine.

A New God's Conquest

Rose stomped down the hallway, away from the room where she'd had the displeasure of listening to Lux and the Savage talking all lovey-dovey.

That fucking bitch, already acting like they were an old married couple. She'd just need to speed up her plans. She wouldn't let another skank worm her way into Lux's bed before her.

She really wasn't looking forward to this. It was her last resort, but the time had finally come. Moving through the hallways on autopilot, she was already knocking on the door before she could psyche herself out.

"Enter," commanded the clipped voice of one of the women she loathed from behind the door.

Rose walked in to see Bellatrix draped over a lounge chair, raising an eyebrow at her. On the side, she noticed Delphi's attention was glued to a show about… was that a yellow sponge in a pineapple?

Lux's inventions could be odd at times, but the little magical box that replicated a muggle television was brilliant. She just wondered where he was getting all the ideas for the many shows and movies he'd created.

"Oh, little Rose coming to see me of her own volition," Bellatrix drawled before she could get the first word out. Rose sighed, this was going to be troublesome.

"Rose, Rose, did you come to play?!" Delphi ran over, waving her hands.

Rose smiled. As much as she loathed her mother, Delphi was too cute and adorable to dislike. Rose wondered how it was possible for Bellatrix to create such a little angel. She figured all the heavy lifting was done on Lux's side.

"Not today, sweetie, I came to talk with your momma," she told the little toddler. Now that she thought about it, Rose was pretty sure a kid her age shouldn't be walking and talking at the level she was. Whatever, she'd just blame it on another one of Lux's oddities.

After being denied, Delphi pouted, stomping the ground with her little foot, and Rose felt like she'd just kicked a puppy.

"Will you come to play tomorrow?" she asked, her lower lip trembling.

Rose nearly panicked. How could she make the little girl cry?

"Of course, we can play as long as you'd like tomorrow," Rose hurriedly agreed.

Delphi's frown quickly turned upside down after hearing that… a little too quickly, now that Rose thought about it. Had she been played? Nah, it couldn't be.

Rose sighed in relief, crisis narrowly averted, as Delphi happily ran back to sit in front of her show.

"You're too easy," Bellatrix mocked, making her glare at the pompous woman.

She let out a breath; now wasn't the time.

"Bellatrix, I need you to help me with my magical studies," she muttered under her breath.

"Oh, what was that? I couldn't hear you," Bellatrix asked with a grin, clearly lying.

"Listen, I know we'll never be friends, but are you going to help me or not?"

Bellatrix hummed and hawed for what felt like minutes, clearly enjoying this more than Rose thought possible.

Finally, though, she seemed to come to a decision. "I guess it can't be helped. If you get on your knees and call me mistress from now on, I might be able to help you out," Bellatrix told her.

Rose growled and turned around. If the bitch was going to be so difficult, then she'd just do things on her own.

"Wait," Bellatrix called out, and even though she wanted to continue storming out, she thought better of it.

She turned back to look at that annoying, teasing smile. If Bellatrix was still planning on being difficult, she'd just leave.

"Fine, you don't have to kneel, and you can just call me Professor. And don't think I'm doing this to be nice; this is because I know my Master would want me to help."

Rose rolled her eyes but agreed. All things considered, calling the crazy woman Professor wasn't too much of a chore.

"Fine, Professor. When can we start?" Rose asked.

"Tomorrow. I still need to get in my beauty rest for today," Bellatrix waved her off, making her turn around and walk out the door with a scowl.

A New God's Conquest

"Well, now that everyone's informants have reported back, we can finally decide how to handle the 'Golden Saintess,' as people are calling her," Bessaro said, looking around the room at his fellow Keyholders.

"Yes, and it seems your decision to gamble on the monopoly of the compass has paid off," the group's upstart member tried to butter him up. Bessaro rolled his eyes. The man's words didn't even sound faintly sincere.

Yet, he was correct. It had been a gamble to make that deal. They had no way of knowing how many of the devices had already been sold by the mysterious crafters behind the Saintess.

Luckily, it seemed he was right. There was no way he wouldn't have heard anything, not even whispers, about such a device. After the Bank's information network reached the same conclusion, any doubts about their profits were put to rest.

"I still don't like that we know next to nothing about this group's origin," another member grumbled, making Bessaro nod.

They had assumed the group was one of the many noble houses of Yi Ti, but after digging deeper, no mention of a powerful sorceress flying the banner of a silver wolf on a golden field had been found, seemingly in the entire known world.

Being caught off guard like this was something the members of the council, himself included, were unaccustomed to. It was also something they couldn't let stand.

"I agree, we should start by sending a few spies to join the Saintess's growing congregation," Bessaro replied.

"Still, is that enough? Surely we could learn more if we had someone to interrogate," a fellow member added.

Bessaro shook his head. "Her magic is unheard of and far more potent than we're used to dealing with. I believe we should continue acting with caution."

"Yes, I'd say distancing ourselves from the powerful sorceress is the best call, but surely we could get some information from one of the black guards she keeps at her side," the upstart, whom Bessaro couldn't stand, interjected.

Bessaro didn't know why everyone was so insistent on poking the hornet's nest. He could only assume some of their backers had a vested interest in disrupting the business between this new religion and the Iron Bank. And he had a pretty good guess about the group responsible.

"It's still too risky. At most, we could grab one of the laborers aboard their ship. No one will question when a lowly sailor ends up with a slit throat in a brothel," he told the Keyholders, trying to prevent them from making an unnecessary enemy.

Seeing a few members frown but ultimately agree, Bessaro clapped his hands together with a smile. "Good, now that that's decided, we can adjourn this meeting for today."

After all, he had finally been able to reschedule his missed appointment with the vaunted Black Pearl for tonight, and he wasn't going to miss it for anything this time.

A New God's Conquest

Yaling looked over the newly renovated temple, now the Church of Holy Light, with a smile on her face and no small amount of pride.

Already, word was spreading rapidly through the busy port city that their small district offered safety, healing, and sustenance for all in need.

She chuckled. Now, people were referring to her as the Golden Saintess. It was fitting enough, she thought; her lord did love the color, after all.

She had noticed that the land they had been directed to by the Iron Bank was as far from the Red Temple as possible without being on the city's outskirts.

Yaling wondered what would come of that. She knew the Red Religion's beliefs and wondered how they'd react to a real god of light stepping on their toes.

Considering her Lord also embodied the aspect of Darkness, they'd probably declare him the enemy of R'hllor.

Yaling welcomed it, though. There was no way their puny fire magic could withstand her Lord's might.

Before she could start plotting the downfall of the fake Lord of Light, one of the sorceresses under her command approached with a bow.

"Saintess, we have found the children," she said.

Yaling nodded, holding out her hand. "Good, show me," she told the mage before being dragged across the city through a tunnel of distorted space.

They appeared in front of a house with a red door, just as her Lord had said.

Under an invisibility spell, the two entered the courtyard without being noticed by any of the servants on duty.

Finally, they stood in front of the two her Lord had commanded her to find: an adorable silver-haired princess and a scrawny teen who looked like he could use a few hearty meals. Watching over them was an old man weakly leaning on a walking stick.

Good, Yaling thought. Now that it was confirmed, she could station protection around the two, and whatever her Lord's plans were, they wouldn't be disrupted.

She looked forward to seeing what her Lord was up to. She knew that the majority of his growing trade and religious takeover was focused on Essos. Whenever he got around to dealing with the Seven Kingdoms, she figured it would be far bloodier than what was going on here.

Nevertheless, she'd soon be leaving the city of Braavos for her next mission. She didn't have high hopes for it being as peaceful as her dealings with the Iron Bank.

A New God's Conquest

Dalla knelt at the base of a heart tree, praying to the gods above for guidance. It felt like the world had been crumbling down around her these past months.

Her last living kin was presumed dead, and as much as she wanted to believe otherwise, she wouldn't get her hopes up too high. Few ever came back after going missing in the harsh lands they lived in.

Now, she could only focus on what was happening at the moment; she didn't have the luxury of thinking about unlikely possibilities.

After all, the little community her mother had built and passed onto her was crumbling apart. More and more people were going missing, and what little authority she had was waning.

Sometimes, it felt like her role as Chieftess was in name only. Sure, people respected her, mostly because she was the only one who could keep them alive with the many dangers of this land, but there would always be those who looked down on her for being a woman.

Dalla wasn't as much of a fighter as her sister was, and how well you could swing an axe was what people around here cared about the most.

She sighed, getting up. She could only waste so much time praying to gods who never answered.

Maybe it was because of those spiteful thoughts, but either way, what little peace she could get out of her day was interrupted by the sound of footsteps breaking branches behind her.

Dalla drew her dagger, turning around to meet the exhausted eyes of a man she hadn't expected to see ever again, his familiar black cloak stitched together with red thread.

Maybe this was the work of the gods finally answering her prayers. She had thought it was simply her fate to fall for the one man she couldn't be with. But now, it didn't look like the man was simply coming to say a simple greeting.

Lux looked around the quiet forest, feeling mildly bored as he rode a black destrier he had conjured. At his side, his stolen wife, Val, enjoyed riding a decent mount for the first time in her life. Rose occasionally stole glances at his regal profile. Finally, noticing Bella huffing in irritation, Lux sent his lovely slave a teasing wink.

"Remind me again, Master, why are we trudging through the wilderness like savages?" Bella whined. Lux rolled his eyes.

"Bella, my love, you're the one who insisted on staying by my side. And I wouldn't exactly call riding these majestic beasts that I was kind enough to conjure up 'trudging through the wilderness.'"

"Aye, these are some fine steeds," Val agreed.

"Whatever. All I'm saying is that we could have at least taken the flying ships and traveled in luxury," Bella argued.

"True, but sometimes it's good to get back to your roots, you know, braving the wilds like our ancestors did," Lux replied.

"Roots? You mean like when you barely lasted a week camping before conquering a castle just to get out of the woods?" Bella asked, pretending to be genuinely curious.

"Tch, women always have to bring up the smallest things. That was then, this is now. What's not to understand?" Lux explained, making Bella roll her eyes at the subject, which was clearly too advanced for her simple mind. It was a good thing she was pretty.

"Of course, Master. How foolish of me," she agreed smartly.

"All is well, my dear, nothing a little—"

"Aargh, enough! Can we all just go back to enjoying the silent forest?!" Rose cried, rudely interrupting the riveting conversation.

Lux nudged his reins, directing his mount over to Rose's smaller white pony.

"Now, now, Rose. If you wanted some attention, all you had to do was ask," Lux said, ruffling the red hair of the disgruntled teen.

"That's not what I meant, and stop messing with my hair," she grumbled.

"Sure, I definitely believe you," he teased, making her scowl.

"Husband, just over that ridge, and we'll have arrived," Val told him, distracting him from their banter.

"Well, let's not dally. I'm looking forward to meeting my new good sister, after all," Lux said, snapping his reins as his horse trotted to the front of the party.

Riding into the clearing, Lux deadpanned, "Hey babe, are you sure this is the right address?" he called over his shoulder.

"Do you think I'd forget where I've lived my entire life?" she replied, before pausing, finally noticing the completely empty field.

"This... This can't be… My home… My sister…" Tears started falling from her pretty blue eyes, clearly fearing the worst had happened, and considering that most of the land's inhabitants were raiders, it normally would have been the case.

Lux leaned over on his mount, wrapping an arm around his distraught wife. "Val, there's been no death or fighting on these grounds. I'd be able to sense it otherwise," he assured her, wiping a tear from her supple cheek. "I don't know what's happened here, but we at least know they left of their own volition."

"You're sure, Husband?" she asked, sniffing up a line of mucus, which was really gross, and Lux did his best to ignore it.

"I'm sure, Wife. Rest assured, one way or another, you'll meet your sister again," Lux promised. After all, even if the worst had happened, what's a little resurrection for a god like himself? Especially in this world, where no higher beings claimed the inhabitants' souls for themselves.

Val nodded, leaning into his chest and smearing a line of snot and tears across his clothes.

"Alright, we can start the wild goose chase tomorrow. For now, let's set up camp," Lux said, breaking free of the unpleasant embrace and waving his hand to clean himself off.

After commanding the one hundred undead warriors he'd brought along to clear out the area, Lux threw out a small cube that expanded into a fully furnished house upon landing. It even had working plumbing and magical lighting. He had no plans of ever relieving himself in the forest again.

Lux saw Bella give him a look that said, "So this is embracing your roots?" and he simply pointed to the open campfire in front of the house, sending a look of his own that said, "Yes, I'm glad you're finally understanding."

A New God's Conquest

As Lux and his women cuddled by the fire, Rose finally had enough. With a huff, she stood up and stomped off into the forest.

Lux chuckled. "Go to bed without me. I'll probably be out all night," he told the two before standing up and following after the upset witch. He decided he'd put the girl through enough torment and should fix things unless he wanted to deal with an angry golden wolf pup.

He found Rose standing on a small outcrop, gazing up at the clear night sky. Lux crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her thin waist. She jumped in surprise, but after realizing it was him, she leaned back against his chest, unable to stop herself from melting into his embrace, even while trying to act grumpy.

"What's wrong, Rose?" he asked, rubbing circles on her back through her thin shirt. He felt her almost begin to purr at his ministrations.

She didn't respond, apparently playing the silent card. "How can I help if you don't talk to me?" he whispered into her ear, feeling her shiver at the sensation of his warm breath on her sensitive skin.

"Am I not good enough?" she mumbled, and he probably wouldn't have heard it without his enhanced senses.

Lux turned her around, lifting her chin to make her look him in the eyes. "Where is this coming from? You know I have feelings for you, Rose."

"Then why? Why did you let Val become your wife because of the weird customs of this world when I've known you longer?" she questioned, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Rose, you're still young…"

"I'm the same age as Val," she cut him off.

"Val was raised in this backward world. Do you really want our relationship to start the same way?" he pressed, making her frown.

Lux sighed. "Look, Rose, my relationships with women are already far from normal, and it will likely only get more complicated in the future. I just wanted you to know what you'd be getting yourself into."

Rose clenched her fists, a cutely determined look on her face. "I-I know, and it doesn't matter. You're the first person I've ever felt this way about, and I don't want to miss the chance," she said, making him smile.

Lux placed his hands on either side of her face, lowering his head to get closer. "There's something else you need to know before you make your decision. I'm a possessive man. Once you give yourself to me, there's no taking it back. You'll be mine forever," he told her, noticing that far from being turned off, a red flush was spreading across her face.

Rose nodded, making her choice by closing the small gap between their lips. It wasn't their first kiss, but it carried a completely different feeling now that Rose knew what was about to happen.

She was eager, and Lux let the impatient girl push him to the ground, her shapely thighs, clad in skintight jeans, straddling his waist.

Lux felt there was way too much clothing getting in the way of their fun, so he snapped his fingers, warming charms creating a pleasant temperature before their clothes vanished from their bodies, ending up in a neatly folded pile on the side.

Rose gasped, her hairless pussy now firmly pressed against the underside of his cock, and Lux used the moment their lips separated to take one of her candy-pink nipples into his mouth, Rose letting out a small moan from the completely new sensation.

Lux ran his hands all over the beautiful girl in his lap, finding all her hidden sensitive spots, receiving increasingly loud moans as her puffy slit drenched his shaft.

Lifting her with both hands on her tight little ass, Lux positioned his manhood at the entrance of her virgin canal, looking into those pretty emerald eyes to find her giving him a nod.

Lux had to hold back, lowering his newest conquest painfully slow onto his rock-hard rod, pausing midway at the feeling of resistance.

And at the same time he claimed the girl's virginity, Lux flowed his holy light through her body, the initial pain turning to relief and pleasure.

Lux gazed up at the sky. The night was clear, the moon hung high, and the stars twinkled brightly. He thought it was a fitting enough setting for a woman to lose her virginity. He wondered if Rose would feel the same.

A New God's Conquest

Rose's eyes fluttered open from that wonderful dream she'd been having until she finally noticed the naked, muscular figure she was latched onto.

Her heart sped up, she couldn't believe it had finally happened. Then she scowled. All that work she'd been putting into her magic all for him to simply make her a woman in the forest, out in the middle of nowhere.

Whatever, she got what she wanted, and that was all that mattered, she told herself.

Rose rubbed her thighs together, feeling the seed leaking out of her freshly deflowered slit. It really had been a wild first night.

Seeing that handsome face with their bodies already pressed together, Rose couldn't help herself. She leaned up and placed a light kiss on those perfect lips of his. The kiss immediately deepened as Lux pulled her closer, running his hands through her loose hair while their tongues danced.

She felt one of his hands start to lower, shuddering at the pleasant sensation as his hand did wonderful things to her lower cheeks, only to halt suddenly, making her frown.

Lux pulled away from the kiss, giving her a wry smile. "It seems we've already slept in too long. The others are getting ready to leave us behind," he said, and she couldn't help but pout. Rose didn't want to stop the morning fun they were having.

"We'll have all the time in the world from now on," he promised, clearly understanding how she felt. "Now, let's get cleaned up and get going," he added, giving her a firm slap on the rear that made her squeal and shoot him a dirty look while rubbing the red mark.

Why was she so in love with this man again? Then she looked down at those marvelous caramel-colored abs and immediately forgot whatever he'd done to make her think those thoughts.

After getting cleaned up, the two walked back to the others hand in hand, Rose holding her head high as she looked down upon the trollops who'd already sunk their hooks into her man.

Rose knew the two women were likely hiding their frustration, going about their business as if nothing had happened. But something had happened, and it was absolutely magical.

Lux was already seated on his horse, and Rose saw an opportunity to get another one up on her rivals.

"Lux, I'm still sore from last night. Can I ride with you?" she lied loud enough for the two to hear. Lux agreed, holding out an arm for her to grab as she pulled herself up.

Now she could literally look down on the others riding their smaller steeds.

As much as she enjoyed the feeling of superiority, she also felt the boredom that came with medieval travel. Sure, it was her first time riding a horse, but the novelty wore off quickly.

She wasn't even sure if she could consider herself to have ridden a horse since Lux had just conjured them. Were they real, or just made of magic? They acted real enough, so Rose figured it counted.

Finally, the bland journey came to an end as they found traces of civilization—or whatever passed for civilization in these barbaric lands.

A New God's Conquest

Val trusted her husband completely when he assured her that no one had died where her village once stood. Still, a wave of relief washed over her as they approached the small encampment, spotting a few familiar faces in the crowd.

It seemed no one recognized her as the Free Folk buzzed around, arming themselves as best they could with the limited resources available beyond the Wall. Clearly, they had been caught off guard, and more than a few were likely shitting their britches at the sight of the rows of heavily armored warriors dutifully marching behind Val's group.

"Who's in charge here?" she demanded from the ragtag bunch of warriors. Seeing that they didn't attack immediately, as they normally would, she figured her husband's soldiers were doing a good job of intimidating the men.

"That would be me," a slender man, already graying at the temples, pushed his way to the front, a familiar woman at his side making Val smile.

"Have your eyes gone so bad that you don't recognize your sister?" Val joyfully teased, ignoring the man she was already beginning to dislike.

Dalla's eyes narrowed before she broke into a smile of her own, rushing forward as the men around her tensed. They had nothing to worry about, though, as she jumped to the ground, meeting her long-lost sister in a tight embrace.

"Sister, what happened to you? Where have you been? Were you hurt?" Dalla bombarded her with questions, patting her down and checking her over like a mother hen.

"It's a long story, but know that all has turned out for the best," Val tried to reassure her fretting sister.

"But first, I want you to meet my husband," she said with a wide smile, watching as her sister's eyes widened—a reaction she had been looking forward to seeing.

Dalla frowned. "Sister, you were stolen by a kneeler?" she asked, making Val scowl.

"My husband kneels for no one," Val replied firmly. "And now that you mention it, why is this man claiming to be the leader? Shouldn't that be you?"

Her sister sighed, gesturing for the man to join them. "Sister, this is Mance, my husband and the current leader of our tribe."

Val frowned. "Sister, this man stole you? Are you happy with that? Because if not, there's always something that can be done about it," she asked, giving the man a dangerous glare.

"Calm down, sister. I know you like to hit all your problems first, but it's not like that between us. We chose each other," Dalla explained.

"Tch, I can't believe you settled for a man too weak to even steal his own woman," Val scoffed, already plotting the man's downfall.

"I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. We're kin now, and if—" Mance began, only to be cut off by Val.

"I don't want to hear any words from you. This is between me and my sister," she snapped, noticing a flash of anger in his eyes. Heh, at least the man didn't completely lack a spine.

"Val, Mance is plenty strong, and he's traveled from the Wall to Winterfell. His knowledge has helped us survive," Dalla insisted.

Val scowled, glancing to the side where she noticed her husband giving the man who'd tricked her sister a commiserating look. She'd have words with him about that later, but for now, there were more important matters at hand.

"And you claim I've married a kneeler? Tell me, sister, is this man of the Free Folk?" she pressed. Val wasn't going to let her sister criticize her husband if she had ended up with a kneeler herself.

"Mance was born beyond the Wall and taken in by the Night's Watch as a child," Dalla explained.

"Tch, a filthy crow fooling my sister with tall tales," Val snarled, drawing her axe. She looked at her husband, sending him a questioning glance. Seeing him shrug, she turned back to Mance. "Crow, I challenge you for command of the tribe."