I had expected little when I heard the clash of steel this morning.
Likely Ser Criston humoring another foppish knightling or knocking sense into some vain young lord. The royal training yard had grown dull in recent months Daeron barely picked up his sword unless prompted, and Aegon… well, Aegon rarely even woke before the sun was past its peak.
But this was different.
My eye narrowed as I stepped into the yard, the cold edge of morning still clinging to the stone. There, beneath the pale sky and flanked by castle walls, Aegon my brother was holding his own against Ser Criston Cole.
And not just flailing, either. No drunken swings or half-hearted lunges.
His feet moved with discipline, his blade cutting through the air in arcs that would've drawn blood had Criston not turned them aside.
"What in the seven hells…?" I muttered, more to myself than to Daeron at my side.
My younger brother gave a small nod. "He's been different. Woke up early. Took breakfast. Now this."
I scoffed, folding my arms.
Criston stepped in, aiming a blow at Aegon's shoulder, only to be parried clean. A follow-up slash from Aegon forced the Kingsguard to retreat a step. Not bad. Sloppy in form but faster than I'd seen from him, ever.
He ducked under a high slash. Pivoted left. Brought his blade up in a tight arc that actually clanged against Criston's shoulder plate.
My brow furrowed.
"Rare to see him here," I murmured. "Rarer still to see him... trying."
"Ser Criston!" Aegon barked, stepping back to reset. "Again."
Cole nodded, even smiled a little. "Good. Again then."
He was taking him seriously.
So was I.
-Aegon-
The sting in my forearms was sharp. Sweat clung to my skin like armor, my chest rising and falling with every breath as I lowered the practice blade.
Criston gave me a curt nod of approval.
From the corner of my eye, I caught Aemond and Daeron watching from the archway. Aemond wore that half-frown he always did when something didn't fit into the little boxes he'd built in his head. He didn't know what to make of me. Good.
The moment I stepped away from the yard's center, the blue glow hit me like a slap to the eyes.
[Feats Achieved: First Real Spar: +50 SP, Land a Hit on Ser Criston: +100 SP, Impress Witnesses: +75 SP, +225 SP Earned. SP Total: 875]
Nice I thought to myself before I could think on how to use them I heard a certain voice.
"Aegon!"
Daeron's voice, bright and boyish, called out behind me. I turned, wiping the sweat from my brow.
"That was impressive," he said. "You almost looked like a knight."
I smirked. "Don't insult me, little brother." I said, as I rub his hair as we both started walking, leaving the trading yard as were eventually joined by Aemond.
-later-
Back in my chambers after finishing my daily training, it had been already a week since I started going consistently to the training yard, I sank into the cushioned chair near the hearth, hands still dusted with chalk and calluses from training. My muscles ached, the moment the door shut behind me, I summoned the System again with a thought.
As I clicked on my store option, I looked through seeing multiple different items that got my interest.
But Gods… some of these prices are absurd.
A single sword listed for 10,000 SP. A potion labeled "Elixir of Flame" was 995,000 SP. Who the fuck priced these?
I kept scrolling, narrowing the filter.
Then I saw it a glowing tab marked [Summonables – Companion Gems]. My brow furrowed.
Companion Gems?
I tapped it.
[Companion Gems – Multiversal Category]
Magical items capable of calling forth powerful allies or unique individuals from other worlds, timelines, or realities. Upon summoning, they may retain partial or full memories, personalities, and powers.
Warning: Not all companions may be loyal. Choose wisely.
Names and figures began to fill the screen. All I didn't recognize.
[Companion Gem: Artoria Pendragon (Prototype)] – 5,000 SP
[Companion Gem: Vergil] – 8,000 SP
[Companion Gem: Megumin – Crimson Demon Clan] – 2,500 SP
Clicking his tongue he logged off closing my eyes. I decide to relax slightly I don't even notice as a certain person enters my room and before I know it for upon my neck and shoulders came to rest two heavy, round, full of milk breasts.
As I get her smell, I immediately recognize her knowing exactly who it was. "Hello, husband," came her gentle whisper, arms curling around my shoulders like silk cords.
I opened my eyes to silver hair falling beside my face, and two very large, very bare breasts casually laying against my back. I didn't need to turn to know who it was.
"Helaena."
"Mm-hm," she hummed, nuzzling into me, her body soft and warm and infuriatingly distracting. "You didn't visit me last night."
"I was busy," I replied though even I could hear the thinness in my excuse.
She chuckled softly. "Then make it up to me."
Before I could reply, she tugged me back into her cleavage, burying my face in warmth and softness. For a pious man, this might be a moment for restraint or retreat.
I was not a pious man.
I stood, drawing her up with me as her legs wrapped around my waist. Our mouths met hungry, and I carried her to the bed like a man claiming his rightful prize.
His hands started roaming through her body until he reached her large breasts, squeezing the two large orbs gently, making his woman moan in pleasure as I started playing with her nipples, squeezing them over her shirt.
Eventually, I removed her shirt as she lay on top of me as I started sucking on one of her breasts, making her moan with pleasure even louder.
As some drops of milk start releasing from her breasts, I can only smirk, tasting the liquid and loving the taste. The smirk only increases when he sees a blush appearing on Helaena.
As I stops playing with her breasts, his hands go to her backside, groping her fat ass cheeks and getting another moan out of her.
As I lifted her green skirt from the dress she was wearing, I smiled as he saw her underwear already soaked in her juices. Immediately ripping her underwear. I remove my trousers, my cock popping out of my pants.
As I line myself up, putting the tip on top of her slit, I slowly start shoving my cock inside of her, getting out of her a large moans.
As I pushed my entire length inside of her, I started moving slowly, thrusting my hips. I started going faster as I felt my cock being sucked out by my wife's cunt.
Moving positions, I put her back on the bed as we switch positions, as now I'm on top of her, lifting her legs as I shove my length deeper into her, making her squeal like the first time we did it.
As I thrusted my hips as fast as I could, I made her release a large amount of juices due to the large amount of stimulation.
"I'm going…." Helaena says as her legs wrap themselves around my back, making me go deeper in her.
As I started pushing much faster, I could feel my cock twitching as I let myself orgasm, shooting my seed into my wife's cunt, and in the moment I came, she also had an orgasm, shoving her nails into my back as she screamed of ecstasy.
Pulling out, I smile as I see the large amount of seed that came out of her. If she wasn't already pregnant, he would've guessed. She probably would've given him another child.
Helaena lay on the bed, and her eyes started closing, leaving me slightly disappointed. This was one of the reasons why I slept around a lot, mostly because his wife ended up falling asleep after he finished once.
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