A Multiversal Journey (GOT/ASOIAF)

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[MC, new pics that I actually am satisfied with. Previous ones looked like girls.]

It has been ten years since I arrived in this world, and now I am 14 name days old. House Noir has become an integral part of the economy of Westeros, so deeply rooted that any disruption to my house could send ripples across the entire continent. In fact, the influence of my house is so profound that many forces in this world now rely on us, whether they like it or not. A large part of this success comes from a certain key move I made years ago—the Iron Bank.

The Iron Bank of Braavos, famous for its wealth and power, was shaken to its core when I secretly stole every bit of gold they had hidden in their secure vaults across various locations. It wasn't an impulsive act; it was a calculated move. With their gold gone and no idea who took it, they were forced to take drastic measures to stabilize their position. Desperate to recover, they eventually came to me for assistance, recognizing my wealth and influence.

When they first approached me, their representatives acted arrogant, as if they were doing me a favor by offering a deal. It amused me, honestly. But the arrogance didn't last long. During the negotiations, I casually mentioned some rumors I'd "heard" about their financial troubles and missing gold. The moment I brought it up, their confident facade crumbled. Their backs were drenched in sweat as they realized they couldn't hide their vulnerability from me.

In the end, we struck a deal that was heavily in my favor. I agreed to invest 80 million gold dragons into the Iron Bank. In exchange, I secured nearly 50 percent ownership of their institution. It was a staggering amount of power to wield, especially since they didn't know that I had already stolen around 200 million gold dragons from them in the first place. But the cherry on top of the deal was this: they agreed to open a new branch of the Iron Bank within my territory. They couldn't refuse, not when they were already at my mercy.

This arrangement cemented my position as one of the wealthiest and most influential individuals in the world. The Iron Bank's decision to partner with me sent shockwaves across the realm, unsettling many of the great houses, especially the Lannisters and Tyrells.

Tywin Lannister, as expected, was deeply displeased. A man as proud and calculating as him could not tolerate the fact that a minor house like mine was richer than his ancient and powerful house. House Lannister's reputation was built on its immense wealth, but now, I had surpassed them. Tywin's irritation was almost palpable. He made several attempts to probe into my dealings and tried to discover the secrets behind my wealth. However, none of his efforts bore any fruit, and I enjoyed watching him seethe from a distance.

The Tyrells, led by the sharp-witted Olenna Tyrell, were no less concerned. My growing trade empire had turned the Reach into an economic shadow of its former self. The Reach was known for its vast wealth, fertile lands, and the abundance of food it produced. However, my businesses directly competed with them. I traded in food, drinks and timber—everything that the Reach was known for, except for their wine. As my reach grew, their influence diminished. It didn't help that my goods were often of better quality and sold at more competitive prices.

Olenna Tyrell sent numerous spies to my territory to gather information about how I operated. Of course, none of them succeeded. My spies, far superior to theirs, easily intercepted them. I even made sure to let Olenna know subtly that her efforts were futile, just to frustrate her further.

The Tyrells were so desperate that they raised the matter in the Small Council multiple times, trying to convince King Aerys to curb my influence. However, their attempts always failed. Aerys dismissed their complaints every time. There were two main reasons for this. First, I had placed a compulsion spell on him, ensuring he wouldn't act against my house. Second, I sent him generous "tax contributions" regularly. The extra gold I sent his way kept him content, and I didn't feel the slightest bit of regret parting with it. After all, the amount I gave him was a tiny fraction of my immense earnings—less than 0.01 percent, to be exact.

My wealth wasn't just a source of personal pride; it was a tool that gave me immense leverage. With the Iron Bank under my partial control and my businesses thriving, I could sway the political landscape of Westeros without lifting a sword. Lords and merchants alike flocked to me, hoping to secure deals or alliances. However, not all of them came with friendly intentions. Many of the great houses grew envious of my success, and some even plotted against me. I knew this, of course. But their schemes were laughable at best.

For instance, the Lannisters and Tyrells occasionally funded bandit raids near my lands, hoping to destabilize my rule. They didn't know that every single person in my territory was enhanced by the Prototype Virus. My people were stronger, faster, and far more resilient than ordinary men. Every raid ended in failure, and the so-called bandits were swiftly dealt with. Word of these failed attempts spread, further solidifying my house's reputation as untouchable.

In addition to my trade empire, I've also heavily invested in infrastructure. Roads now connect every corner of my territory, all made from high-quality concrete. These roads have made travel and trade within my lands much easier and have further boosted the local economy. My enchanted ships, equipped with advanced designs and magical reinforcements, dominate the seas, ensuring that my goods reach far-off markets without issue.

One of my most popular ventures is the production of vodka and beer. Living in the frigid lands of the North, I realized that strong drinks like vodka were a perfect fit for the harsh climate. Vodka, along with my specially brewed beer, became an instant hit among the common folk and even the nobles. While southern lords still prefer their wine, many have begun to appreciate the warmth and comfort that my drinks provide. In the North, however, vodka and beer are celebrated as gifts tailored for the cold. It's a small touch, but it has won me the loyalty and admiration of many in my territory.

In the years since my rise to power, I haven't just focused on increasing my influence—I've also put a lot of effort into improving my territory. The lands under my rule are no longer just fields and scattered villages. I have built several new towns across the territory, giving my people places to live, work, and thrive. Each town has been carefully planned, with clean streets, sturdy homes, markets, and public spaces where people can gather. The happiness and well-being of my people are visible in their faces, and that alone makes all the effort worthwhile.

At the heart of my plans is a grand city, one that will stand as a symbol of my house's strength and vision. The city, once completed, will have towering walls, bustling markets, and strong fortifications that will make it one of the safest and most prosperous places in the realm. The construction has been going on for years now, but I have intentionally slowed it down.

[Towns]

If I were to finish the city too quickly, it would draw too much attention from the great houses of Westeros. A fully fortified city would make many lords uneasy, as it would be seen as a threat to their power. Questions would be raised, and mistrust would grow. I don't want chaos to erupt before it's intended time. So, for now, the city remains unfinished, with work progressing quietly in the background. Once chaos erupts across the realm—when rebellion inevitably breaks out—that will be the moment to complete it. 

Despite my growing influence, I have refused to officially take the title of Lord of my house. By now, I should have claimed my rightful place as the head of the family, but I've used the excuse of wanting to enjoy my freedom for a little while longer. In truth, I have no intention of bending the knee to the Starks, as every Stark head will roll on the floor before I swear loyalty to them. 

Scene at a Tavern near Wraithstone Castle

The small tavern near Wraithstone Castle was bustling with activity. The smell of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air as people talked and laughed over their drinks. Children ran around, their laughter echoing in the warm, lively space. The wooden walls were adorned with simple decorations, and a large fireplace crackled in one corner, providing a comforting warmth against the cold weather outside.

James, a Lannister spy sent to gather information, walked into the tavern, brushing off the snow from his cloak. He was dressed plainly, blending in with the common folk. His sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the cheerful faces and relaxed atmosphere.

Approaching the counter, he nodded to the owner, a stout man with a friendly but tired face.

"Hey, give me a cup filled with vodka and your best dish," James said, placing a small pouch of coins on the counter.

The tavern owner glanced at the pouch, then at James, before nodding. "That'll be ten coppers," he said, his voice gruff but polite.

James handed over the money and took a seat near the corner of the tavern, where he could observe without drawing too much attention. He watched as the owner brought over a steaming plate of stew and a wooden cup filled to the brim with clear vodka.

As James ate, he couldn't help but notice how happy and lively the people seemed. There was no sign of the usual struggles or despair he had seen in other towns and villages across the North. Curious, he decided to dig a little deeper.

Taking a sip of his vodka, he called out to the owner, who was cleaning the counter. "You people seem quite happy here," James said casually. "What kind of person is your lord?"

The owner stopped what he was doing and looked at James, his expression softening into a smile. "It is the Old Gods' blessing that they gave us such a kind and benevolent lord," he replied. "He has given us something no one else could."

James raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what would that be?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

"A life worth living," the owner said simply. "He built homes for us, gave us work, and made sure no one goes hungry. He protects us, not just from enemies but from harsh winters too. You won't find a better lord in all the Seven Kingdoms."

James nodded, pretending to agree, but he was already planning his next move. If the people were this loyal, the lord must be hiding something significant. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice.

"Hey, I see a lot of people come here, and this place is so close to the castle. You must know a lot of things," James said, trying to sound friendly. "Can you tell me how to get a job at the castle? I've heard they pay well. Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while."

The owner's cheerful expression vanished. His gaze turned sharp, and the jovial atmosphere in the tavern seemed to shift. James suddenly felt uneasy. The room grew unnaturally quiet, and the cheerful chatter stopped.

He glanced around, realizing that everyone in the tavern had gone silent. Every pair of eyes was now focused on him. Even the children, who had been running around moments ago, had stopped playing and were staring at him with an intensity that sent a chill down his spine.

The owner didn't reply. Instead, a young boy, no older than ten, stepped forward. His small face was calm, but his eyes held an eerie seriousness that made James uneasy.

"You shouldn't have asked about that," the boy said, his voice steady and cold. "You shouldn't spy on our lord."

James blinked, taken aback. "What? I—I wasn't spying!" he stammered, trying to laugh it off. But his voice faltered as he noticed the people slowly standing up, one by one, their expressions unreadable.

The boy took another step closer, his small hand gripping the wooden toy he had been playing with earlier. "You're lying," the boy said flatly.

James stood up quickly, his chair scraping against the floor. "Everyone, calm down," he said, raising his hands. "I was just curious. There's no need to overreact."

But no one listened. The people of the tavern began moving towards him, their expressions dark and unwavering. Even the children joined them, their small faces devoid of the playfulness they had shown earlier.

"Stay back!" James shouted, his voice rising in panic. He reached for the dagger hidden under his cloak, but before he could draw it, someone grabbed his arm.

It was the tavern owner. His grip was like iron, far stronger than any common man should have been. James struggled, but it was no use.

"You shouldn't have come here," the owner said quietly, his voice filled with menace.

James tried to break free, shouting for help, but no one outside the tavern seemed to hear him. The people closed in, their expressions blank but their eyes filled with an unspoken fury.

"Let me go!" James screamed, kicking and thrashing, but it was useless. The children grabbed his legs, pulling him down with surprising strength.

As he fell to the floor, James realized too late that he had made a terrible mistake. The loyalty of these people wasn't just born out of gratitude—it was something deeper, something terrifying. They weren't just followers of their lord; they were his protectors, willing to do whatever it took to keep him safe.

The last thing James saw was the boy's calm, unblinking eyes staring down at him as the crowd closed in.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, and the tavern's warm glow remained undisturbed. From the outside, it looked like any other peaceful evening in Wraithstone. But inside, a Lannister spy learned the hard way that some secrets were better left buried.

Wraithstone castle, Stony Shore.

Sarah looked breathtaking as she walked out of the training grounds, her sweat glistening in the dawn with sunlight. Her outfit was simple but striking, a fitted leather tunic and sturdy boots, made for the intense training she had just completed. The tunic hugged her body, highlighting her toned arms and slender waist. Her long, fiery hair, messy from the workout, cascaded down her back like a waterfall of red silk. She had a natural beauty, the kind that didn't need much to shine.

Her face, flushed from the exertion, still held that soft glow. Her cheeks were slightly rosy, giving her a youthful, healthy look. Her bright green eyes sparkled with determination, yet there was a softness in them, like a hidden warmth that only those close to her could see. She smiled, her lips curved in a way that made it clear she was proud of herself, yet there was a playfulness in her gaze.

She was no warrior yet, but in that moment, she looked like she could conquer the world if she wished. Her movements were graceful and confident, her every step showing the strength and elegance of someone who had worked hard to get where they were. Even after a hard training session, she was a sight to behold—strong, beautiful, and full of life.

She entered Alaric's room where he was relaxing in his indoor pool.

It was late evening, and the dim glow of lanterns around the wooden hot tub cast a warm, flickering light over the steamy surface of the water. He sat there, leaning back with his arms draped casually over the edge, his head tilted slightly as if lost in thought. The man seemed carved out of marble, every muscle on his chest and arms perfectly defined, as if he were a masterpiece brought to life. The steam rising from the water danced across his broad shoulders, his wet, jet-black hair clinging to the sides of his face and neck.

His metallic silver eyes, a striking contrast to his dark features, seemed to hold a light of their own, glowing faintly in the dim surroundings. They looked like twin moons trapped in a stormy night, deep and piercing, drawing you in and refusing to let go. Even relaxed, his tall, 6'6" frame seemed commanding. His chest rose and fell with calm breaths, each movement showing off the power and control hidden beneath his serene demeanor.

[MC, new pics that I actually am satisfied with. Previous ones looked like girls.]

Sarah stopped dead in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn't meant to stare, but the sight before her left her utterly captivated. The way the water rippled around his toned abdomen, the faint outline of muscles beneath the surface, was mesmerizing. She could see the strength in his long legs submerged in the water, and her eyes drifted back to his sharp jawline, which seemed cut from stone.

Her cheeks flushed as her gaze lingered on his body, a mix of embarrassment and unbidden desire washing over her. She had never seen someone like him—someone who looked like they could bend the world to their will but chose instead to sit there so peacefully. The damp air around the hot tub felt charged, almost electric, as if his very presence could shift the atmosphere.

Sarah couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to trace her fingers over the hard lines of his chest, to feel the warmth of his skin under her touch. The thought made her heart race, and she quickly shook her head, trying to pull herself back to reality. But her eyes betrayed her, drawn once again to the faint glow of his silver eyes, which seemed to shimmer like molten metal in the flickering light.

He shifted slightly, one hand running through his wet hair, and the simple motion sent a wave of heat through her. The water glided over his skin, accentuating the curve of his muscles, each drop clinging to him like it had no intention of letting go. Even the casual way he moved seemed deliberate, exuding an effortless confidence that only added to his allure.

Sarah knew she should look away, knew she should say something—anything—to break the spell he had unintentionally cast on her. But her body betrayed her again, frozen in place, her heart pounding in her chest as if it were trying to escape. She wanted to blame the hot air or the steam swirling around them, but deep down, she knew the truth. It was him—every inch of him—that made her feel this way.

Time seemed to stand still as she stood there, unable to tear her eyes away. The thought crossed her mind that he was too perfect to be real, like a dream she'd wake up from at any moment. But the sound of water gently lapping against the tub and the steady rise and fall of his chest reminded her he was very much real. And for reasons she couldn't fully understand, she felt drawn to him, as if he were a magnet and she was powerless to resist.

The air around them seemed to grow heavier as Sarah stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know what possessed her, but the magnetic pull of the man before her became impossible to resist. Her body moved before her mind could catch up, her bare feet padding softly across the wooden deck toward him. The soft glow of the lanterns danced across his damp skin, every muscle on display as if inviting her touch. She swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she hesitated behind him.

But the temptation was too much. Slowly, she bent down, her lips brushing against the side of his neck in the gentlest of kisses. His skin was warm, the faint scent of the water and something uniquely his filling her senses. Her heart raced as she felt him stiffen slightly at her touch, his body responding to her closeness. One of her hands rested on his broad shoulder, firm yet soft under her palm, while the other ventured lower, tracing the ridges of his sculpted chest with hesitant curiosity.

He didn't say a word, but his body spoke volumes. His head tilted slightly to the side, as if giving her better access, his calm demeanor sending shivers down her spine. Emboldened by his lack of resistance, she let her fingers roam further, exploring the smooth, hard planes of his body. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, drawing her closer with every passing second.

The sound of the water gently rippling around him was the only noise as she stepped into the pool, the warm water licking at her skin. Her breaths came faster now, her courage building as she moved to face him. The moment their eyes met, she felt her knees weaken. His metallic silver eyes glowed faintly, like molten silver in the moonlight, intense and hungry. They reminded her of a predator—a wolf staring at its prey, ready to devour.

Before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in, her lips brushing softly against his. He didn't hesitate. His arms moved to wrap around her, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. The kiss deepened, her lips parting as he responded with equal passion. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, holding onto him as if afraid she might lose her balance. His mouth was warm, his touch electric, and she felt as though she might drown in the sensation.

The world around them faded away. It was just the two of them, lost in the moment, their bodies pressed together in the warm embrace of the water. His hands began to move, tracing the curve of her back, the dip of her waist. Every touch sent shivers racing through her, her skin burning under his fingertips. He was gentle but firm, his touch confident as if he already knew every inch of her, every spot that made her gasp.

Her fingers explored him in return, running over the hard lines of his chest and shoulders, marveling at the sheer strength beneath his skin. He was perfect, every muscle sculpted as if by the hands of a master artist. The water lapped around them, heightening every sensation as her fingers brushed along the ridges of his abdomen, his body reacting to her touch with a tension that made her heart race even faster.

She pulled back slightly, gasping for air, her cheeks flushed and her lips tingling from the intensity of their kiss. But his eyes held hers, a silent promise in their glowing depths that made her stomach flutter. He leaned forward, claiming her lips once more, his hands finding her hips and pulling her closer until she was straddling him. The water shifted around them, but she barely noticed, too lost in the way his mouth moved against hers, in the way his hands made her feel as though she were the only thing that mattered.

Her fingers tangled in his wet hair, pulling him even closer as the kiss deepened, growing hungrier. His hands roamed her back, her sides, every touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She had never felt like this before—so alive, so completely consumed by someone else. The intensity of his gaze, the way his body moved with hers, made her forget everything else.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling as they both struggled to catch their breath. His silver eyes bore into hers, filled with a desire that sent another wave of heat rushing through her. She smiled softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek. She didn't need words; everything she wanted to say was written in the way she looked at him, in the way her body leaned into his, seeking his warmth and strength.

The faint sound of water lapping against the sides created a soothing melody, but it was the heat of the moment that truly set their hearts racing. They had just shared an intense kiss, their lips still tingling from the connection. Now, Sarah found herself lost in Alaric's captivating silver eyes, her pulse quickening as she felt the warmth radiating from his body. "Alaric," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The way his name rolled off her tongue felt electrifying. She could see the hunger in his gaze, mirroring her own desires. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek. "What do you want, Sarah?" His voice was deep and rich, sending shivers down her spine. With a boldness she didn't know she possessed, she replied, "I want you. I want you to take me." Her heart raced at the admission, but the look in Alaric's eyes told her she had made the right choice. He cupped her face in his large hands, his thumbs gently brushing her cheeks. "Are you sure?" he asked, his expression serious yet filled with longing. Sarah nodded, feeling a fire ignite within her. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." With that, Alaric leaned in, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss. It felt like a spark igniting a flame, and Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The warmth of the water surrounded them, but it was nothing compared to the heat building between their bodies. Alaric broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he gazed into her eyes. "I want to make this perfect for you, Sarah." His voice was low, filled with promise. "Just be with me," she urged, feeling bold in the moment. "I trust you." Taking her words to heart, Alaric pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together in the steamy water. He kissed her again, this time deeper, his hands exploring her back. Sarah felt every brush of his fingers awaken her senses, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. With a gentle motion, Alaric lifted her slightly, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. She gasped as he pressed against her, their bodies perfectly aligned. The sensation of their skin touching sent a rush of heat through her, making her want more. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice a mix of anticipation and tenderness. "Yes," she breathed, feeling bold and eager. "I'm ready." Alaric's silver eyes sparkled with determination as he slowly lowered them into the water, ensuring she felt safe and secure. The warmth enveloped them, creating a bubble of intimacy that shielded them from the outside world. He took his time, kissing her deeply while their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Every kiss ignited her passion, every touch sent shivers down her spine. The water swirled around them, making it feel like they were floating in a dream. As their kisses deepened, Sarah felt the world around her fade away. All that mattered was the two of them, the connection they shared, and the love that was building between them. With every kiss and his hand roaming her body, he slowly removed the fabric on her body, leaving her naked.

Seeing her in all her naked glory, Alaric couldn't contain himself. But he did. The fire in his body wanted to devour her , her small stature and cute face begging him to be rough with her, to claim her in a wild way. But he had to make it memorable for her, so he remained gentle.

Slowly cupping her breat in one of his hands, he placed his another hand on her neck as he pulled her towards him. He squeezed her breast gently as his mouth bite her ear slowly. From there he started kissing her cheeks, trailing down her neck he stopped at her breasts. He started sucking them, first gentle and then he increased the intensity, prompting Sarah to moan loudly.

While Alaric was pleasing Sarah, her hands roamed around his back and front, growing down she caught his bulging member. The heat and size of his dick caught her off-guard. This was supposed to enter her, she felt worried. But all her worries melted away as Alaric started sucking on her breast harder and harder and she started moaning loudly, like a bitch in heat. Her pussy now felt it was burning. Even though they were in water, her pussy felt extra wet. The sensation was too much for her as she started rubbing his dick with her pussy, almost begging him to enter her and give her relief.

After sucking her breasts for a while , he moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses, going through her navel and stopping at her pussy. He raised her by her hips and placed her by the pool so he can easily eat her pussy.

As he was slowly savouries the juice from her virgin cunt, Sarah was drowning in pleasure, her eyes almost white , arching her back backwards as she came from pleasure.

Now it was time for main dish.

With a gentle shift, Alaric positioned them, ensuring she felt comfortable. He looked deeply into her eyes, searching for any hesitation. But all Sarah felt was excitement. She nodded, and he leaned in closer, their foreheads touching as they breathed in sync. And then, in a fluid motion, he entered her. The sensation was overwhelming, a beautiful mixture of pleasure and warmth that took her breath away. Her moans became louder as time went on. Alaric held her close, his eyes never leaving hers as he moved gently, ensuring she was adjusting to the new sensations. Sarah gasped at the feeling, her body arching towards him as waves of pleasure washed over her. The intimacy of the moment was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She could feel every inch of him, every heartbeat, and it made her feel alive. Alaric's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her skin. He moved with a tender intensity, each thrust sending shivers of ecstasy through her. The water lapped around them, adding to the sensation, making it feel like they were in their own private oasis. "Sarah…" Alaric murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're incredible." She responded by wrapping her legs tighter around him, urging him on. "Don't stop, Alaric. Please…" As the heat between them built, the world outside faded completely. All that existed was the two of them, lost in their own paradise. Alaric's movements quickened, jerking harder and harder. In her excitement, she came a second time.

He had given her enough pleasure and now it was his turn. Alaric exited the pool and took Sarah in his arms in a princess carry. He dried both of them with a spell as he laid Sarah on the bed near them.

Turning her, he made her bubbly butt upwards as her face was pressed downwards on a pillow with her hands. Placing his cock once again on her entrance, he pushed his full length inside her in one go and unlike last time, it wasn't gentle. Even though his cock had already entered her cervix, about more than one fourth was still out and there was no place to go further. Because of him not being a virgin in previous life, he knew not to trust porn and hentai physics as 12 inche is not something a human could take so he let it be.

Though it will be another matter if he is fucking a god in future.

Due to the mix of pain and pleasure she felt as Alaric interd her womb, Sarah's eyesshot upwards as her body went limp. With each of his thrust, she was feeling new height of pleasure she never felt before.

By the end of it, she was howling with pleasure instead of moaning. As she came the sixth time, Alaric came with her. Though she fainted from intense workout, Alaric still was not satisfied.