Sauron of the Vale 2 (Patreon)

Year 7 Before the Tower Lord’s Ascension

Valelands

Four years. It had taken four years since I first used a blood sacrifice to age my body to reach this point. By this point, it was obvious to all that of the three of us, I was the one in charge. Not my sister Drerra, not our brother, who was only ever called The Beast. By this point, we had consolidated every last one of the tribes of the Mountain Clans.

It wasn’t just by killing the Clan Chieftains and adding the survivors to our ranks. Some willingly pledged themselves to our cause because of our numbers, others because of my less brutal uses of my magic. Specifically, once I’d drained enough nobles of their life energies to have a body that was roughly fifteen or sixteen years old, I didn’t stop draining the life of Vale nobles, I used it for a different purpose.

The biggest difficulty of living in the Vale was in getting enough food to feed everyone. It turns out that plants and the earth take offerings of blood and life a lot easier than the human body does. Meaning that from all of the blood sacrifices that I’d made these last four years, the Vale would be out producing even the Reach for at least the next hundred years.

“Sroggor?” Drerra’s voice pulled me from my recollections.

I turned around, taking my gaze from my war camp stationed outside the gates that led to the Eyrie and turning to face her. Everyone in our army knew better than to touch her. She was ephemerally beautiful, even more so than she’d been when we began our conquest in seriousness. Perfect, blemish free skin, eyes that shined like the arc of the galaxy in the night sky, a pair of full, gravity defying breasts, a flat, perfectly smooth belly, to say nothing of everything below the waist.

She walked slowly towards me, her long black hair flowing behind her as she did, looking every inch the woman I had cultivated and shaped.

“Yes?” I said back to her, watching as she came closer and then stopped, placing her palm against my chest. Her hand was soft and warm, and I felt the energy running between our two bodies.

“Come to bed?” she asked, looking up at me and staring into my eyes. The blanket she'd had wrapped around her fell to the ground, exposing her body to my hungry eyes.

My heart leaped in my chest. I could feel the blood pumping harder and faster through my veins. "Of course," I replied, picking her up and carrying her into our tent. It wasn't the largest tent in the camp, for two main reasons: our brother was too big for a tent that was smaller than a command tent and it threw off the assassins that the Arryns sent to try to kill either of us.

A side effect of the magic I'd used to rapidly age myself was that in addition to giving me a greater than human body, it gave me a greater than human libido. Given how Drerra was the only woman I was in regular contact with, it wasn't surprising that I'd started fucking her.

She let out a moan as my lips touched hers, her arms wrapping around my neck. Our bodies were pressed together tight, her breasts crushed against my chest and my erection pressing against her stomach. I set her down on the bed, kissing her again, then rising and stripping off my clothes quickly. I kicked them aside, sliding in after her, lying beside her and pulling her close. We kissed, our tongues dancing around each other. Our hands roamed, caressing, feeling.

After what seemed an eternity, I broke away from her. My mind was aflame, my body was hot and throbbing. I was desperate to fuck her. Drerra smiled, and kissed me again, this time teasingly. I groaned, rolling over onto top of her and pushing inside of her. There was a gasp of pleasure as her eyes fluttered, meeting mine as I slammed inside of her, already hard and ready to go. Her legs wrapped around my hips, holding me in place as she moaned softly.

This was always how it went. I would start slow, making love to her without any kind of violence or aggression until she reached her peak, then I would speed things along, pounding into her fast and furiously. I loved to watch the way she squirmed beneath me, moaning and mewling as I drove her toward climax.

I moved faster, slamming into her harder, knowing that she couldn't hold me back anymore. Her moans grew louder, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together filled my ears. Her cunt squeezed tightly around my cock, milking me. That was another thing I particularly liked about her. She had a very firm, tight pussy. It was like a glove, and it was incredibly sexy.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she let out a cry, her muscles clenching around me. I kept going, driving her toward her second orgasm, letting her enjoy the sensation of being fucked, of having her limits pushed by me. When she came, I slowed my movements, my own body still humming from our first.

Her eyes opened, glazed with arousal, her cheeks flushed and her breathing shallow. She looked like a wild woman, her black hair disheveled and her body covered in sweat, but I knew she wouldn't have it any other way.

"You are so good to me," she crooned, nuzzling at my neck.

I grunted, shifting slightly to roll onto my back. I watched her for a moment as she settled, straddling my hips, her beautiful breasts pressed against my chest. "Is there anything you want?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Want to play a game? Lie here and tell me what you think about," I said, stroking her hair gently with one hand.

Drerra sighed, leaning back and closing her eyes. A couple minutes later she spoke again, "I think about having your child. About bearing your young. About giving birth to your sons and daughters."

"Oh?" I chuckled, "Does the fact that I'm your brother bother you?"

She shook her head. "No. You just...you're so much more powerful than other men. How could any man possibly compare?"

I laughed, "Well, I guess that's true, isn't it?"

She nodded, opening her eyes and looking up at me. "But enough talk. I want you to fill me with your seed, brother. Fill me with your cum." She leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth. Then she sank down on me, her loins enveloping my shaft.

I gasped as she began to ride me slowly, taking her time while I tried to control myself. After a minute or so, the part of me that wanted her to come quickly made itself known. I dug my fingers into her ass, lifting her up and bringing her down hard, driving her mad with pleasure. Her eyes flew open wide and she screamed, coming almost instantly. I let her drop down again, watching her writhe atop me.

We stayed like that for several minutes, before I finally felt ready to finish. I lifted her up and sat upright, hooking her legs over my shoulders. I took a deep breath, and thrust into her, my cock buried balls-deep inside of her. With all my might, I rammed her harder and faster, driving up into her.

She cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head, biting down on her lip until it turned white. I could feel her pussy tighten around my shaft, squeezing my dick, trying to milk me of my cum. I grunted, gritting my teeth, and as I neared my peak, I gave one final burst of energy, burying my cock as far inside her as possible, and holding it there.

My body tensed, every muscle rigid and ready to explode, and then everything stopped. The world froze, the only thing moving was me and Drerra as we stared at each other. Our eyes locked, her face red, her lips parted and a soft moan escaping them, and I...well, I didn't know what I was doing or thinking.

My mind was blank as I flooded her womb with my seed, filling her with every last ounce of semen that I could muster. Mounds and mounds of thick, creamy cum poured into her, splattering her insides with gooey ropes of warm jizz. My head spun, my heart pounded, and I was overwhelmed with a sense of euphoria.

When it ended, I collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent and sated. I lay there for a few moments, gasping for breath and staring up at the ceiling. Drerra lay on my chest, having passed out, and I enjoyed the feeling of her large breasts resting on top of me.

[center]<<The Next Day>>[/center]

I walked up to the massive gates, the warriors under my command stomping their feet, hitting their weapons against their shields, bellowing taunts, jeers, and war cries. The sound was deafening, but I didn't care. I had to make an impression if I wanted to rally the people behind me. More than that, seeing the size of my army would have an impact on the people within the Eyrie. At the top of the tower, I saw the current King of the Vale walk out onto the balcony, alongside his queen. Behind them, two guards brought a struggling man in fancy clothes bedecked with three bronze arrowheads on the front of his chest.

“Barbarians, you sought to break the sanctity of the Eyrie, but your spy was captured!” King Alvar Arryn bellowed at the top of his lungs, his voice just barely reaching us outside his gates. The Arryn king drew a sword and drove it into the chest of the restrained man, before letting the body fall from the balcony.

The defenders cheered, their morale raised by the capture of the spy. I shared a glance with the men who served as my lieutenants, as one of them, Kradar son of Ugir, spoke, “We didn’t have a spy in there, did we?”

“No, we didn’t,” Trallag, the head of my mounted scouts, said as he leaned down and gave his mount a pat on the enhanced mountain lion’s neck. The beast was now closer to a bear in height, with fangs that were long and curved like a smilodon from my first life.

“So their king just killed one of his own? Ha! Sounds like an andal,” Jagga, the best archer in my army, said with a laugh. His fingers traced the inscriptions within the enchanted bow I’d provided him with.

“Remember the plan,” I told the three, reaching out with my mind and touching the scraps of a mind that my brother still possessed, implanting the orders he’d follow for the rest of the battle. “Focus on the defenders, leave the Arryn to me.”

“Define ‘focus’,” Trallag joked with a throaty chuckle as all three readied their weapons while the entire army formed a clear path to the gate for my Beast.

My brother let out a roar that echoed throughout the mountains, each step of his charge sounding like the beating of a massive drum. Arrows from the defenders bounced off his enhanced skin, the pots of boiling oil were poured early in an attempt to stop or disorient him. All attempts to prevent him from reaching the gates failed, his shoulder slamming into them with enough force to buckle them.

As his hands, each the size of a man’s torso, grabbed onto the gate, fingers digging into iron and wood like they were wet clay, I pulled my ax from its loop on my belt. Raising my weapon up, I pointed towards the gate as first one, then two doors were torn from their housing and tossed aside.

“CHARGE!” I shouted, my voice ringing through the air as my soldiers rushed forward. They were met with countless arrows, which they deflected with practiced ease. One by one, my forces cut through the defenses, and as soon as the last one fell, they turned their attention to the defenders.

Jagga took aim and fired a dozen bolts of crimson flame, melting away the archers, and Trallag started taking pot shots, dropping several more fighters. My brother tore through the enemy ranks like a hot blade through butter, and when the battle finally came to an end, the defenders were on the ground, many of them dead, others wounded or already bleeding out.

Walking towards the doors that led into the Eyrie itself, I rolled my neck before giving one last order to my brother. He stomped past me, ripping the doors free, and I entered the halls of the Arryns.

“It is over, Andal Lord,” I called out as I came into the throne room, King Alvar sitting on his wooden throne, glowering and looking at me with an expression of utmost hate. I glanced to his left, taking in his Queen. Sharra Arryn was as the stories had claimed: a beauty second only to Drerra.

“For now, it is over,” Alvar reluctantly conceded, standing from his throne and marching down the dias. “I will not live to see it, but the Seven Who Are One will see your lineage cursed, sorcerer.”

“Your seven gods do not exist,” I chided the man, like I was speaking to a child. “If they did, I would not be here.”

I turned to Kradar, giving him a nod. The man grinned, marching up to the former king and dragging the man away. That done, I turned my attention to the other Arryn remaining.

“I suppose you will use me for legitimacy, expecting me to provide an heir with Arryn blood?” Sharra Arryn asked rhetorically, staring straight ahead, refusing to look in my direction.

“Eventually,” I acknowledged, walking past her as Drerra entered behind me.

A few minutes later, I stood on the balcony that Alvar had killed one of his own men from, my forces chanting down below. I smirked, feeling a hint of nostalgia for an old game series I’d played in my first life. Come to think of it…

Mentally modifying my prepared speech, I projected my voice as I began to speak, “For longer than any remember, we have been forced to fight for the scraps that the andals did not want. No more! For too long, the andals have tried to erase our history, our culture, our faith. No more! Now it is their turn!

“The andals expect me to name myself king, they are wrong! ‘King’ is an andal title, one that has infected even the Starks to the North! The Old Gods blessed me with the secrets and lore of the Children of the Forest, it is from this knowledge that my title will come! It is from this knowledge that our people will grow strong. It is from this knowledge that any who challenge us will fall. It is from this knowledge that, for the first time in thousands of years, Westeros once again has a SAUROOOOOOOONNNN!!!”

Yes, I totally ripped off Tolkein for my title. It’s not like anyone would know.