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Laying on my well worn couch watching Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone, while editing one of my pre-existing fanfictions, when suddenly an indescribable feeling of pain blooms in my chest, I struggle to breath.
My hand holding my phone falls sideways dropping my phone on to the ground. There's a loud cracking sound from the screen hitting the cement floor.
I desperately try calling out for help…in a breathless gasping voice…but it's not like anybody is here to hear me in the first place.
Weakly struggling to cling to life, my vision gradually darkening, I finally give up resigning myself to my fate allowing my eyes to shut while drawing my last breath…an unexpected feeling of relief washing over me.
Fluttering my eyes open I am greeted by the sight of orange flickering flames, everywhere.
'Is this hell? No couldn't be, I'm not burning in agony…' I wonder while sitting upright looking around…no matter where I turn there are only flames.
"Lucifer…some devil person…some hate flame goddess anyone?" I try calling out but nobody responds to me.
"Welp, I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a walk and look around for a bit…" I murmur as I push myself up onto my feet, finding the flames underneath me bend and become solid enough for me to lever myself up with and and walk on, spinning in a circle for a second and walking in the direction that I face.
After an hour of exploring the never ending realm of non-burning flames I stop and sit down a bit of panic beginning to set in, my breathing quickens as I sink into worry.
"Oh, calm down, there's really no need to panic, this isn't hell at least not for you." A distinctly feminine voice sounds from behind me, the voice almost sounds…beautiful..
Turning around I see a relatively tall woman with orange-ish red hair like fire but in long flowing tresses, dressed in a figure hugging red dress with red heels. .
If it wasn't for the fact her clothes were a different shade of orange compared to their
surrounding, she might have blended in perfectly.
Her eyes are a molten orange, her face beautiful…but also perfect in a sense that it doesn't look natural, 'She reminds me a lot of Jessica Rabbit or a Milf Starfire…
"Uhh, high…how are you? Would you mind telling me who you are and where we are?!"
The woman smiles an amenable smile at me, her teeth dazzling white.
"I can't tell you who I am, or where we are without bringing pain to you…but I can tell you…that you know me, I can also tell you why you're here."
'You…know what, she kinda reminds me of the all powerful goddess I made up for my ffs…'
"...okay…that's not vague at all, so…why am I here? Oh, right I'm being rude, my name is Shane…"
The laugh that comes from the woman isn't mean or condescending…just amused.
"Yes, I know…but it is nice to meet you Shane in person, that is, as for why you are here two very powerful…beings have made a bet.
The contents of this bet will remain a mystery to you...a part of this is that you have a job to perform in a universe portrayed in your world as the tv series called Game of Thrones, though it will deviate from the cartoon slightly."
"Okay, I'm in!"
"I know this a lot to digest-wait did you agree that readily?!"
"Uhh, yeah…look I'll be the first to admit I'm a fucking loser and I can't comprehend why you're pick me but I'm fucking game!"
"Don't speak of yourself in such a way!" She suddenly snaps at me while appearing so close to me that our noses touch and her hair flares around like a fire in a gust of wind.
'Why does she care…how I talk about myself?'
"Umm, okay sorry." I apologize to her awkwardly while she glares at me with an upset look in her eyes.
"Good, now…your mission is to prevent the god, awful ending…and make Daenerys happy."
"And if I fail?"
"The consequences for you, myself and many including your family will be beyond what words can describe…don't fail…you are to use any means at your disposal to succeed…short of directly killing the main cast."
'No pressure!'
"You will not be going in without an advantage, you will have the twelve zodiac talismans powers and Tarakudo's mark to control the Shadowkhan!"
I can't help but groan as I hit my shoulder sharply against a stone wall, a door in my mind opens up and I get the memories of Viserys Targayean, and I am currently on my way to…admire…Daenerys before she bathed to present herself to Khal Drogo…
'As if I'll let him have her, she's mine…now, also she's my mission…though that's kinda…not accurate.'
Straightening up, my attention being drawn to my forearm as there is a burning sensation like someone is carving something into my arm, pulling up my sleeve I see red lines tracing themself into a shape on my forearm, the red lines fade to black leaving a mark on my forearm, like Jade Chen had on her ankle when she became the Dark Queen.
'I wonder how…I command my…Ninja Khan?' I ask in my mind and like the question is a trigger for the darkness in the…palace…mansion? begins to move and coscales into mine distinctly different beings except for them having greyish-blue skin and glowing red eyes…
'Wow, I got all the types of Shadowkhan…not just the Ninjas.'
{We answer your call Master, we are the commanders of your various forces, each of us leads our individual clans at your approval.} a voice…voices an impression…illusively whispers in the back of my mind as the various Shadowkhan warriors salute and prostrate themselves before me.
{Go…my army, secure this place for me, eliminate the enemy forces marshalling outside.} I command and I feel the knowledge of the things I want being done passed onto my forces.
{It shall be done Master} the same illusive reply came to me as the various types of Shadowkhan leaders melt back into the shadows.
'Damn…I got lucky as fuck to get control over a Shadow creature army!'
Entering the bathing room to finding Daenerys standing there, silk curtains dancing on a gentle wind, I feel my cock hardening at the sight of her…in a thin see through silk day dress…the round curve of her ass.
I walk up behind her, the maids protest, and tell me that I can't be here. I wave my hand and send her flying across the room unconsciously using telekinesis.
"Sister, you look lovely…" I murmur as I come up to Daenerys as she turns around to see what the sound was.
"Brother?" Daenerys asks me curiously and I can tell that she sees nothing wrong with me entering while she is preparing to take a bath.
"Just wanted to tell you I've changed my mind about allowing the Magister…to broker a deal with the Dothraki…an army that won't even cross the sea…to take back a cursed throne…for my beautiful virgin sister…" I try to say with a silky smooth voice, as I reach up and brush the thin silk dresses loops off of her shoulders letting the thin silky garment to the floor.
Bringing my right hand up cupping Daenerys right breast enjoying the way her breath hitches at my touch, brushing my thumb against her rapidly hardening nipples which makes her whole body tense.
'Should I say it? I should say it.'
"You have a woman's body now…you know what that means don't you Dany?"
"Br-brother?" At Daenerys ' questioning reply I start sliding my hand downward brushing my fingertips across her perfect figure, her skin soft and smooth to the touch.
Just as my fingers start to graze through Daenerys thin silvery bush, Magister Illyrio Mopatis angrily storms into the room, his eyes greedily roaming over Dany's nude form.
"You would bring down a Dothraki horde down on my city!" He shouts and a thought enters my mind, a ripple like a drop entering a body of water.
Daenerys looks so small now and I feel massive, powerful beyond powerful…my talons make furrows in the marble floor opening my cavernous mouth I roar and breathe fire…turning the Magister to ask while Dany's hair dances on the hot air current.
"You…really are…the dragon." Daenerys murmurs.
'Holy Shit, I can't believe…that actually worked!' I internally exclaim while wanting to return to normal, I feel the same ripple and I'm back on two feet.
Walking up to Dany I cup her cheek, "Forgive me sister…for all those times I hurt you…even though it was never your fault I blamed you for mother's death…it took finally awakening our ancient blood for me to see the wrongs I have done to you." I murmur while leaning in tilting my head downwards, gently pressing my lips to her's.
Taking my left hand placing it on Dany's left hip brushing my fingertips against the soft flesh, Dany surrenders her mouth to my tongue and her body to my touch.
Breaking the kiss, being rewarded to the sight of a flushed and heavily breathing Dany, "It's time to start bringing dragons back into this world little sister…" I say while smirking my hand going from caressing her hip to harshly grabbing her ass, thanks to the Ox Talisman I have the strength to lift her up with one hand something the original Viserys never would have been able to do.
Dang makes the cutest gasping noise I've ever heard as I carry her to the large raised circular bath, walking up the steps sinking into the scalding hot water.
'Holy fucking shit this water is hot!' I internally exclaim…though the heat doesn't actually hurt me.
Sitting down on the lowest inner tiled step Dany and I both submerged into the water to our sternums with Dany sitting on my lap.
"Viserys…" Dany murmurs and I slowly brush my right hand down her right cheek, running a finger along her jaw bone while staring into her pretty violet eyes enjoying the fully developed but youthful Emilia Clark look-alike, as I lean in and start kissing, licking and sucking along the left side of her neck.
"What is it sister?"
"H-have you given up…retaking our home…from the Usurpers?" Daenerys breathlessly asks her question, her voice struggling not to become a moan as she starts grinding herself against my lap, in soft subtle barely registering movements.
'Good she wants this…' I feel a bit of reassurance at Dany's micro expressions of interest and enjoyment.
"Why Dany? Why should we take it back? The people of the Seven Kingdoms welcomed that fat whore mongering slob's rule, even as he runs it into debt with the Iron Bank…for millions of gold pieces…tell me Dany why should we worry about the Westerosi…when we can carve out our own Kingdom in these lands and free them of the disgusting act of slavery?"
'I am almost certain part of my mission is to turn Dany into the Queen who breaks the wheel…but isn't broken by it…come on Daenerys…give me something…'
"Brother, I wish to return home!"
"What home Dany? You were born aboard a ship…moored at Dragon Stone…" I murmur to her as I lean back and take my left hand off and Dany's ass and reach down/lift my hips up sliding my loose fitting pants down to my knees.
"T-the seven kingdoms are our home, our birthright…you have always told me this Viserys, why now is it different?!" A bit of rebelliousness leaks into Dany's voice as her virgin sex presses my hard shaft trapping it between us.
'Hopefully the Monkey Talisman can shape shift humans…as we are animals contrary to popular beliefs…that we are somehow more.'
"I have finally opened my eyes to the truth, little sister…the seven kingdoms are cursed…"
"Please Viserys, I want to go home!" Dany pleads to me as she starts rubbing herself against me more insistently while my left hand returns to her perky perfectly shaped ass.
"Very well but we will need to build up our fame and infamy here in Esose, you need to become a true queen Dany…you must break the chains of those bound and enslaved…I will lend you my strength until you build your own…and then we will return to Westeros not as conquering enemies but at Heros, coming to free the Seven Kingdoms of inept rule and suffering." I murmur to Dany while lifting her up feeling the head of my cock pressing against the tight slit of her pussy I slowly thrust forwards.
Dany' hands slide underneath my armpits and her nails dig into my back as she makes a strangled sound in her throat…while trying to lean as far back as possible.