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Two days later, the Great Pit of Daznak was guarded all around. The Great Masters and nobles weren't allowed inside, but many ex-slaves were allowed to watch the greatest battle in history.
With Targaryen sigils everywhere, Daenerys arrived, guiding her bonded dragon, Drogon. Robert found the name funny and unoriginal; the poor thing was one letter away from being named after its own species.
He had come prepared that day with light armor. He didn't bring a spear and instead chose a blacksmith's hammer as the weapon of choice. Mortally wounding the dragon wasn't a part of his plan. Not yet.
It's big.
But after seeing the thing in real life, he wondered if getting a warhammer was more logical.
Only one strike.
No words were exchanged. Daenerys just left her dragon in the middle of the field and moved to a safe distance.
Then, Robert stared at the fire-breathing lizard, and the thing did the same to him. As if a silent understanding developed between them that they were to fight. As Robert walked closer, the dragon did the same.
It's gigantic. From close-up, Robert felt even more shocked. The fire will be an issue.
Finally, Robert began running. He was fast for his body size, much faster than one would expect from him.
"Graaa!" Drogon roared as if to warn.
But Robert continued to run.
Wooosh!
Drogon blew air. But Robert quickly dived forward onto the dirt and let the momentum carry him, sliding until he reached underneath the dragon's body.
"There we go!"
Being the most vulnerable part of the dragon, Robert attacked the underbelly with his hammer. There were no thick scales to protect the internals, so he went full force from the very first strike.
Crunch!
As soon as his hammer connected, he heard the breaking of some bone or perhaps rupturing some organs.
"Graaaa!"
The dragon writhed and tried to move aside, away from the attacker underneath.
Crunch!
Robert went hard and fast with his strikes. He followed wherever the dragon shifted. But in the end, it was an intelligent creature.
"Fuck!"
Just as Drogon tried to sit down and crush him, he dived away into the clearance.
But it was a big mistake. Drogon had prepared for it. And this time, Robert could do nothing. The massive dragon's tail came flying at him like a whip and connected square in his chest.
Boom!
Robert was thrown in the air like a ragdoll and went rolling backward all the way to the edge, finally stopping when he hit the wall where a small weapon's rack was placed.
Elephants and dragons have no comparison. Seven Hells!
He quickly jumped to his feet and spat a mouth full of blood. He looked at his body and noticed a lot of bruises all over, a few spots bleeding.
"Come on!" He taunted.
Drogon came thumping, his massive jaws open to spew fire on Robert. There was no place to jump anymore with a wall behind him.
"Wraaaaa!"
The fire came like a torrent and blasted across the wall where Robert stood. The dust flew, and the fire grew and covered everything. Roberts' demise seemed all but certain.
"You fell for it!"
Robert's roar echoed amidst the spewing fire. From the fire, his figure jumped out, a small metal shield covering him from the blaze.
Right in front of everyone's eyes, Robert landed on Drogon's head, and then, the hammer came down, striking.
Bam!
It was loud and metallic, with a crunch of a bone.
The hammer connected, and the dragon instantly stopped spewing fire. Its eyes rolled back, and in a flash, it collapsed to the ground, falling unconscious.
"Haaaa!" Robert roared in victory.
The fight barely lasted minutes, but Robert was already out of breath, and the injury from the dragon's tail was immense. He could feel something was wrong inside his body. Ribs, lungs, something had gone wrong for sure.
Seven Hells… I'm still not strong enough.
Thud!
And with that, Robert also collapsed right on top of Drogon's unconscious head.
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The next day, Robert woke up feeling as refreshed as ever. With no sign of an injury, he moved his body parts one after another to make sure. The last thing he remembered was leaving the dragon unconscious and himself roaring at the people on top of its head.
But then he fell to exhaustion. What happened after that was gods' guess. Daenerys could have killed him for sure, but it seemed his guess was right. After seeing his strength, she wanted him more than ever.
His surroundings confirmed it. From the window, he could tell he was at great height, meaning he was inside the Great Pyramid. The room appeared quite luxurious, with a large canopied bed, a dining table, a study table, flower pots, and all sorts of carpets and golden utensils sprinkled around.
But it soon became clear that he'd been asleep for more than just a day. It was already sunset outside, mere minutes away from total darkness. His own room had burning torches already.
Knock! Knock!
He stood up from the bed and looked down. He only had loose breeches on his legs while his upper body lay naked, bandaged from a few spots.
"Enter."
The door slid open, and walked in just the woman he needed. Missandei of Naath, the dusky beauty that he'd planned on bedding that night as per the bet. But he wasn't one to force it either.
"Lord Ned, I have come to tend to your wounds," Missandei said softly, setting aside the tools she carried. "Please, lie down."
"Lord?"
"Queen Daenerys has deemed you a Lord for your bravery and strength," Missandei revealed and meekly approached his tall, standing frame. She had to look up to see his face, and standing before his wide frame, she felt fully eclipsed. "Please, lie down."
Robert looked down, noticing how her gaze tried to avoid his, and rather glanced at his muscled chest with a hint of masculine hair. "Tendin' to cuts and bruises? That can bloody well wait! I've got somethin' far more interestin' on me mind!"
Missandei gulped audibly and looked down from his face. "I…"
Robert placed an index finger and thumb under her chin and raised her face up. Looking into her eyes with a hint of possessiveness, the look of a man who wanted to claim his prize.
"Don't be hidin' that sweet face o' yours, Missandei. A sin so big, even the gods'd be up in arms!" Robert complimented her and went ahead with his next plan.
He pulled her waist closer with his other hand and landed a kiss on her plump, glossy lips.
Missandei didn't back away, nor did she dive head-first into his desire. Her eyes simply widened in surprise, but she allowed him to kiss her tightly closed lips. Her hands dropped the wooden bowl of ointment she was carrying onto the floor, innocent and unaware as she stood rigidly looking up at his tall frame.
As an ex-slave, she had her fair share of men eyeing her, touching her inappropriately, even asking her reluctant master for a price; but never one this brutish and straightforward. She allowed him to glide his hand over her hip, his tongue dancing over her lips.
"Umm.." She whimpered slightly. But not from fear. She didn't resist his persuasive fingers and thumb that gently caressed her chin. Her body simply reacted to the heat of his tongue.
Robert pried her lips open with his tongue and drilled in without a care. He kissed her fiercely, biting into lips slightly, sucking on her boneless flesh with hunger. With mouths wide and slurping tongues, he tasted the liquid courage she had gulped down before. Plundering her small mouth with the greed of a wolf in heat.
A primal need surged through him, wild and uncontrollable. He swallowed her gasp, his tongue sliding between her parted lips, tasting, claiming, devouring. His tongue dominated her own, and his wide palm pulled her in until there was no space left between them. A sharp growl rumbled from his chest as he slid his hands to her slender back, desperate to feel more of her and open up her shy gates.
He looked straight at her, his breath heavy, drinking in the shock on her face, the way her golden eyes widened. His greed thundered as his hands traced her curves, exploring the soft, velvety touch.
With a sharp crack, the metal belt at her waist snapped under his grip, discarded without a second thought.
His mouth found her neck, licking, biting, trailing down to her trembling shoulder as his hands slid lower, fingers splaying over the roundness of her beautifully formed ass. He squeezed, pulling her against him even more, feeling every intoxicating inch of her softness, every shiver that ran through her body. With her body pressed so close, her scent, her warmth, her very presence set him ablaze, making him crave more. So much more.
"Don't mind me if I'm a little too rough… it's just how I am." He grabbed the thin fabric of her blue, sleeveless gown and ripped it apart with a single, brutal pull. The delicate material gave way easily, falling to the floor, leaving her completely bare before him.
He took in the sight of her flawless, golden brown skin glowing in the dim light, curves that begged to be claimed, nipples already tight and waiting for his mouth. A low, hungry growl rumbled in his chest as he reached out, his rough hands seizing her honey-soft breasts, squeezing, kneading, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
His thumb brushed over her already hardened peak. He rolled her stiff tips between his fingers, pinching, twisting, making her moan under her breath. At the same time, his other hand kept her glued to his body.
"Umh…" Missandei let out a confused and hesitant sound, a tingle already crawling in her core. Her blushing face looked away, but her body couldn't help responding.
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