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Viserys's body jerked violently against the shattered stone.
His scream twisted—splintered—layered.
-AHHHHH!!!
It was no longer human.
His back arched as if invisible hooks had been driven into his spine, blackened veins lighting up like fault lines.
His eyes, once hollow and dark, burned red, glowing with an unnatural clarity.
When he spoke—It was not his voice.
It was many. Male. Female. Ancient. Cold. Mocking. Regal. Inhuman.
"Enough."
The word rolled across the battlefield like a verdict passed by a tribunal older than the world itself.
Leo stopped. The shadows around him froze—not in fear, but in recognition.
Aemma felt it immediately and clenched her fists. Rhaenys drew a sharp breath.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Leo straightened slowly.
So they finally chose to speak directly.
Viserys—no, the thing inside him—lifted its head unnaturally, bones creaking as it forced the ruined body upright just enough to face Leo. As it spoke in chorus.
"This conflict has exceeded its acceptable parameters, The mortal has failed, but the war need not continue."
The air thickened. Reality felt… negotiated.
"We propose a division."
The ground beneath the Stepstones shimmered faintly, invisible borders briefly manifesting like ghostly lines across land and sea.
"All territories already taken by you and your followers—"
"—shall be acknowledged as your domain."
A pause.
"...."
"The remainder stays under our authority."
The voices softened—almost reasonable.
"No more interference. No more escalation. A god-to-god settlement."
Viserys's lips curled into a smile that was not his own.
"A gentleman's agreement."
For a moment, the battlefield held its breath.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Meanwhile...
Inside Leo's mind, the familiar interface flickered calmly.
[DING...]
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
[Proposal Detected: Divine Authority Transfer (Partial)]
[Accepting will result in:–]
[Faith increase: +4%]
[– Recognition of Eldoria as an autonomous divine domain– Cessation of direct interference from Old & New Gods]
[Risk Assessment: Low Long-term Advantage: Significant]
[Recommendation: ACCEPTABLE]
Leo didn't answer immediately.
"...."
He looked at Viserys's body—at what remained of a man who had once wanted to be good.
Then he lifted his gaze. Not to the corpse.
But through it.
The gods mistook his silence for contemplation.
For hesitation. For bargaining.
They had forgotten something important.
Leo was not hungry for land.
He was not desperate for faith.
And he did not need their permission to exist.
The shadows behind him stirred again—quietly.
Patiently. Not threatening. Not aggressive.
Waiting for his decision.
Leo finally spoke. Slowly. Calmly.
"Interesting offer."
The many-voiced thing inside Viserys leaned forward eagerly.
"Then you accept—?"
Leo's red eyes gleamed faintly.
Not hostile. Not amused. Just… knowing. And said evenly,
"Before I answer, I have one question."
The battlefield grew colder.
"...."
"...."
"...."
While Leo continued,
"Do you believe, that giving something away after you've lost control of it…"
His shadows pulsed once, deeply.
"…is the same as generosity?"
The gods fell silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
For the first time since they had revealed themselves—They realized this negotiation might not go the way gods were used to.
And Viserys's body—still trembling, still possessed—began to crack again.
For a heartbeat, the many voices inside Viserys fell silent.
"...."
Then to their shock Leo accepts their proposal but has a condition.
The gods hesitated.
That hesitation alone told Leo everything.
They were not shocked that he understood the trick—they were shocked that he had seen through it so cleanly.
The corpse that was once Viserys twitched, fingers clawing at the stone as the divine presence within him recalibrated, masking unease beneath layered authority.
"State your condition,"
The voices finally said, measured now—careful.
Leo's expression did not change. And said calmly.
"If I ever discover, that someone has been gifted power by you—directly or indirectly—an avatar, a blessing, a relic, a whispered shortcut… tries something funny..."
The shadows behind him stirred, eyes opening wider.
"…then I will not waste time unraveling your games in the mortal world."
He looked straight at the possessed body.
"I will come to your realm."
A pause.
"And you will not block me."
The battlefield went unnaturally still.
Aemma felt her breath catch.
Rhaenys narrowed her eyes, instinct screaming danger. After Leo said his words.
"...."
"...."
The gods did not respond immediately.
"...."
For the first time in millennia, they were being asked to grant access—not to worshippers, not to sacrifices—but to a being who did not kneel.
Inside Viserys's body, the divine presence churned.
They calculated. They compared.
They reassured themselves.
'We are many. He is one. In our throne realm, we decide reality.'
Confidence—ancient, habitual—returned.
"Agreed,"
The chorus finally intoned.
"Should such a transgression occur, you may enter. We will face you as equals."
A faint ripple passed through the air.
The pact sealed.
The gods withdrew.
Viserys's body collapsed limply onto the stone, eyes dull once more—alive, but empty, breathing shallowly like a broken vessel discarded after use.
The moment the divine presence vanished, Leo's vision flickered.
Not violently. Precisely.
[DING...]
[SYSTEM — HIDDEN CONDITION FULFILLED]
[Authority Negotiation with Native Deities: SUCCESS]
[World-Level Recognition Achieved]
A new interface unfolded before him—older, heavier than the others.
[REWARD UNLOCKED]
[PATHWAY TO DEATH — LIMITED ACCESS]
[Description:]
[A stabilized passage allowing the concept of Death to manifest within the human world.]
[Condition:]
[Entry requires Death's consent.]
[Note:]
[This pathway does not grant control—only audience.]
Leo's eyes narrowed slightly.
Death. Not the gods. Not a feeder. A law.
Something older than thrones and bargains.
Something that had not spoken yet.
Aemma felt it too—a subtle chill that wasn't fear, but inevitability.
Rhaenys exhaled slowly. The she finally broke the silence.
"So, they've agreed to leave you alone… for now."
Leo looked down at Viserys's broken form and sighed.
"For now,"
Above them, the storm clouds began to disperse.
Gildhōra let out a low, thunderous rumble, lightning fading from its scales as the sky returned to its natural state.
-ROOOOAAARRR!!!
The blackened energy receded.
Slowly—painfully—Viserys's body changed back.
The rot pulled inward, the unnatural aura peeling away like burned cloth, leaving behind a man once more… but not a healed one.
His skin was gray, veins pronounced, breath ragged. Whatever sickness had plagued him before now flourished unchecked, accelerated by everything he had done.
His crown lay shattered nearby.
No one spoke.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Leo stood still.
Aemma's gaze was cold and distant.
Rhaenys watched with the quiet gravity of someone witnessing history close a chapter.
Viserys understood. No words were needed.
This battlefield was no longer his.
With shaking hands, he pushed himself upright, every movement a struggle.
His pride was gone.
His certainty burned away.
What remained was stubborn survival—and consequences.
He raised a hand. The ground answered weakly.
From the fallen battlefeild, an undead horse rose—skeletal frame bound by dark will, eyes glowing faintly. It was crude compared to the power he had wielded moments ago, but it was enough.
Undead Bloodjaws was gone.
Reduced to ash by a power Viserys would never forget.
He mounted the horse with difficulty, wincing as pain tore through his body.
Before leaving, he paused.
Not to threaten. Not to curse.
"...."
He simply looked back once—at Leo, at Aemma, at Rhaenys.
There was no hatred left in his eyes.
Only exhaustion.
Then he turned and rode away across the broken stone of the Stepstones, the undead horse carrying him.
No one stopped him.
The pact held.
Above, the sky cleared fully.
The storm dispersed as if it had never existed.
Gildhōra shifted its massive wings once before ascending higher, becoming a distant silhouette against the clouds.
Aemma finally broke the silence.
"It's over,"
She said—not with relief, but certainty.
Rhaenys nodded slowly looked at the direction where Viserys went with sympathy..
-Nod
"For him."
Leo looked toward the horizon where Viserys had vanished.
He turned away from the battlefield, shadows retreating obediently into his form.
Leo asked Aemma to spread the news around the battlefeild that they had won.
Aemma inclined her head, her crimson eyes sharp with purpose. And spoke calmly.
-Nod
"I'll make sure every front hears it, Victory is ours—and so is the truth."
She mounted her dragon in a single, fluid motion.
Rhaenys followed, her expression resolute, pride and sorrow intertwined as she cast one last glance at the Stepstones.
With thunderous wingbeats, both dragons rose into the sky, splitting in opposite directions—messengers of a war concluded not by conquest alone, but by dominion.
Their task was clear:
Inform every battlefield that the war was won
Announce the pact with the Old and New Gods
Deliver Leo's final command:
A massive border—physical, magical, and strategic—would be constructed to divide the lands, under the direct supervision of Ri boku
A border not merely of stone and steel—but of certainty.
A line the world would not dare cross lightly again.
Leo exhaled slowly.
The battlefield faded from existence as space twisted around him.
In the blink of an eye, he Apparated.
-ZOOP!
Eldoria...
Dawnfire Citadel...
The familiar warmth of Eldoria welcomed him back.
Golden spires caught the light of the eternal sky, banners fluttering calmly as if war had never touched this land.
Soldiers bowed as shadows rippled and settled back into their rightful place.
Leo stepped into the castle halls, removing his gauntlets as he walked.
This war had been about gods, kingdoms, and fate.
But now—He had unfinished business of a far more personal kind.
He turned down a quiet corridor, sensing two familiar presences ahead.
Rhaenyra's restless fire.
Alicent's conflicted calm.
The air was thick with anticipation and the lingering scent of battle.
Leo, his muscles still glistening with sweat from his recent skirmish, strode towards the his chamber where Rhaenyra Targaryen and Alicent Hightower should be.
His grin was wolfish, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that had nothing to do with the feast that had been laid out earlier.
-Grin
He knew they must have saw everything what happened at the Stepstones.
Rhaenyra, her fiery hair cascading down her shoulders, and Alicent, her locks caught in the soft breeze from the open window, exchanged a glance before turning their attention back to Leo.
"...."
"...."
They had seen the raw power and dominance he had displayed, and now, they were both eager to experience it firsthand.
"Come,"
Leo commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down their spines.
He pulled them both towards his chamber, their laughter echoing through the halls.
-Chuckle
The unfinished business between them was about to be concluded, and they were all eager to get started.
Once inside, Leo wasted no time.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he began to remove his clothes, his muscles rippling with each movement.
Rhaenyra and Alicent watched, their breaths quickening as his toned body was revealed.
They had seen him naked before, but the sight never failed to excite them.
Alicent was the first to drop to her knees, her eyes locked onto Leo's growing erection.
-Gulp
She wasted no time, taking him into her mouth with a hunger that matched his own.
Rhaenyra, not wanting to be left out, positioned herself behind Alicent, her hands roaming over the other woman's body as she began to pleasure Leo.
-Slurp! -Slurp!
The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet, slurping noises as Alicent sucked Leo's cock.
Rhaenyra's hands were everywhere, teasing Alicent's nipples through her dress, before moving down to her pussy, which was already wet with arousal.
Leo groaned, his hands tangling in Alicent's hair as he fucked her mouth.
He could feel Rhaenyra's fingers working Alicent's clit, and the sensation was driving him wild.
He pulled Alicent off his cock, much to her protest, and positioned her on the bed, her dress hiked up around her waist.
Rhaenyra took her place between Alicent's legs, her tongue darting out to tease the other woman's clit.
Leo watched, his cock throbbing with need, as Rhaenyra brought Alicent to the brink of orgasm.
He couldn't wait any longer.
He needed to be inside one of them, and he needed it now.
He positioned himself behind Rhaenyra, his cock pressing against her tight pussy.
She moaned, pushing back against him, eager to feel him inside her.
He didn't make her wait.
With one swift thrust, he was inside her, his cock filling her completely.
Rhaenyra cried out, her body adjusting to his size.
Leo began to move, his hips thrusting against her as he fucked her with a wild abandon.
-Pat! -Pat!
-Clap! -Clap! -Clap!...
Alicent watched, her eyes wide with arousal as Leo pounded into Rhaenyra.
She could feel her own orgasm building, her body trembling with need.
Leo could feel his own release building, but he wasn't ready to cum yet.
He wanted to feel Alicent's pussy around his cock.
He pulled out of Rhaenyra, much to her protest, and positioned himself between Alicent's legs.
He didn't waste any time, thrusting into her with one swift movement.
Alicent cried out, her body arching off the bed as Leo filled her.
He began to move, his hips thrusting against her as he fucked her with a wild abandon.
Rhaenyra watched, her eyes wide with arousal as Leo pounded into Alicent.
She could feel her own orgasm building, her body trembling with need.
Leo could feel his own release building, but he wasn't ready to cum yet.
He wanted to feel both women at the same time.
He pulled out of Alicent, and positioned himself behind Rhaenyra once again.
He thrust into her, his cock filling her completely.
He could feel Alicent's body pressed against his, her hands roaming over his chest as he fucked Rhaenyra.
The sensation was overwhelming, and Leo couldn't hold back any longer.
With a groan, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled Rhaenyra with his cum.
Rhaenyra cried out, her body trembling as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Alicent watched, her eyes wide with arousal as Leo and Rhaenyra came together.
As they lay there, panting and spent, Leo couldn't help but grin.
He had never felt so satisfied, so complete.
And as he looked at Rhaenyra and Alicent he knew that this was just the beginning.
Beneath him Rhaeynra's thighs still quivered, the ivory skin slick and flushed from the pounding she had just taken.
Her cunt—still twitching around his half-hard length—squeezed out a warm trickle of cum that slid over his balls and pooled on the silk beneath her hips.
With a final grunt he pulled free, the wet pop echoing obscenely in the lamplit chamber, a glistening strand of seed bridging his flushed crown to her swollen, pink folds before it snapped against her mound.
He did not give himself time to savor the aftershock.
Alicent knelt only an arm's reach away, knees apart, chest heaving, her rosebud nipples puckered tight as if begging to be pinched.
Candlelight licked across her collarbones, painting living gold over the fine sheen that made her skin glow.
Her lips, parted for frantic breaths, looked bee-stung and bitten;
Leo remembered the way she had moaned into Rhaeynra's mouth moments ago while he fucked the silver-haired princess, and fresh blood surged back into his cock until it rose, angry-red and slick with Rhaeynra's spend.
Alicent's eyes, the color of storm-touched seawater, locked on his dripping erection. A visible tremor ran through her.
"Leo—"
She started, voice husky, but before the word finished leaving her tongue he closed the distance, banded an arm around her narrow waist, and shoved her back onto the velvet-covered divan.
The air left her lungs in a startled gasp that turned to a throaty moan the instant he hooked both hands under her knees and yanked them wide.
Her cunt—pink, delicate, already drenched from watching him breed her rival—glistened in invitation.
Leo drank in the sight for half a heartbeat: the trembling hood of her clit, the flushed petals parted enough to glimpse the darker hole within, the slick that coated her inner thighs like warm honey.
Hunger clawed his gut.
He lined himself up, crown kissing her entrance, smearing Rhaeynra's cum and her own juices together.
Then he thrust—hard, single-minded, burying his full length to the hilt in one ruthless surge.
Alicent's spine arched clear off the cushions, a choked cry ripping free as her walls fluttered madly around the sudden invasion.
Heat engulfed him, tight wet velvet strangling his dick in pulses that matched the frantic beat of her heart.
For a beat he stayed rooted, savoring the way she fit him like a glove made of living fire, then he drew back until only the flared head stretched her rim and slammed home again.
"Fuck—yes—"
She whined, nails clawing at his forearms, head tossing side to side.
Her breasts bounced with every impact, pale mounds tipped by coral peaks that screamed for his teeth.
He bent over her, chest to chest, sealing his mouth to one stiff nipple.
A sharp suck rewarded him with a fresh gush of warmth around his cock.
He grunted, hooked an arm under her lower back, and angled her hips higher so his next strokes raked across the sensitive bed of nerves inside.
The chamber filled with the obscene music of skin meeting skin: slick, rhythmic slaps echoing beneath breathy sobs and guttural growls.
Alicent's heels drummed against his shoulder blades each time he bottomed out, her passage fluttering as he stretched her open again and again.
Leo's sac drew tight, still heavy with remnants of his first release; each plunge smeared those traces deeper into her walls, mixing his seed with her arousal until frothy white clung to his shaft each time he withdrew.
Alicent's fingers raked up his back and tangled in his sweat-damp hair, yanking his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled sloppily, breaths shared, mingling moans.
"Harder,"
She breathed against his lips, the plea vibrating straight through him to the base of his cock.
He obliged—shifted his weight to his knees, gripped both her thighs, and hammered her with piston strokes that rocked the heavy divan inch-by-inch across the marble floor.
Sweat rolled down his spine, coursing between clenched muscles as he pounded her unrelentingly.
The lewd sight of his engorged length—veins bulged, glistening—pistoning in and out of her reddened pussy stoked his own desire like bellows to a forge.
Each thrust wrenched a breathless cry from her throat; her clit peeked from its hood, swollen, begging, so he thumbed it ruthlessly in tight circles.
A strangled scream tore out of her.
Her channel convulsed, clamping down so viciously he barked.
He was going to cum. As both climaxed at the same time finishing their business.
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