The Rise of the Dragon Prince - The battle of Bloodstone (Patreon)

Trombo de Lys, close to Bloodstone, Craghas Fleet

"The night will be beautiful," said the captain, looking up at the stars, completely ignoring Trombo, who was scrubbing the floor quickly

Again

Trombo's life was shit, it had always been shit and it probably would be shit until the day he died, in this cruel world, helpless people didn't usually get very far

He was in this boat, falling like a fool into the crabfeeder's promises, gold, women, and wine until he was constantly satiated

Pure stupidity, since he arrived, Trombo had been assigned to cleaning work, he had not seen a single gold coin and probably never would

Although Trombo had the satisfaction that the imbecile of Craghas would not either, at the rate he was going, the crabfeeder would be used to feed his own beasts, the patience of the great families was running out, they demanded gold, gold that they simply did not have

Velaryon ships had not passed these islands for months, the Dornish used the summer island route, and Craghas was not stupid enough to intercept the Targaryen ships trading with Pentos

Simply put, the gold had stopped flowing, and the trouble had begun

Mutinies were more and more frequent, captains and mercenaries demanding payment, and Craghas funds were increasingly scarce

Suddenly, the bucket of dirty water he was using was kicked all over the deck, dirtying it again, much to Trombo' resignation

"You missed a spot there filthy cunt hahaha" snapped Darius, a Tyrosh's mercenary, lazy and stupid, with the brain of a fucking nut, but with the ability to kill with the piece of metal at his waist

And in this place, that was all that was enough

Trombo, stared at the bucket, full of fury and helplessness, while Darius looked at him with a mocking smile, evidently challenging him to do something about it

Alas, Trombo had never been a fighter, nor did he possess a weapon to be able to finish off the imbecile in front of him

And the imbecile in question knew it perfectly well

However, the captain intervened quickly, not out of appreciation or pity for Trombo, but because he had business to attend to with Darius

"Stop your stupidity and come here, we have to talk," the captain ordered, causing the mercenary to frown and walk towards the captain, ignoring him in the process

Trombo did what he does best, go unnoticed and start cleaning again, this time, putting his full attention on the conversation

"We have no answer from the fleet we sent to Tarth, Craghas fears the worst, our lookouts have stopped responding, the prince thinks an attack is imminent," said the captain in a firm tone

Darius, like the jerk he was snorting and brushing off the concern

"Don't talk nonsense, I admit that Aerion Targaryen's move to deny gold to the magisters was clever, but an attack on us is to antagonize the three daughters, not even the Targaryens can afford such a thing," Darius replied, and to Trombo's surprise, the comment was intelligent and approachable

The captain didn't answer, he just continued to stare at the sky

"I don't like it, I have a bad feeling, we should leave these islands while we can, I'd rather deal with the magisters than with the Dragon Lords, especially for one as calculating and ruthless as Aerion Targaryen," said the captain

Darius spat and bellowed at that name, one that was quickly earning the hatred of everyone on the islands

The heir to the Iron Throne and a Dragon Lord to the bone, unlike his father

"Bah, the Targaryen brat must be more concerned about fucking that sister of his day and night than coming to these dirty islands."

The captain just shook his head and replied

"Don't be stupid Darius, the fleet that Craghas sent hasn't returned, there's a reason why we're here, in our ships patrolling the island, the crabfeeder is waiting for an attack, that's obvious," said the old captain sighing

And Trombo thought that the captain's words were wise, however, what Darius have in strength, he got it in stupidity too

"Bah, no matter how superior they think they are, Targaryens eat, shit and die like anyone else, a swing of my sword and I'm sure I can cut this little prince in half," Darius snapped, his face transformed into a grimace of cruelty

Trombo didn't say anything, he was just focused on finishing cleaning and disappearing, he had managed to gather enough to get back to Essos and get out of this damn hole, he would use it before the captain or Darius took it away from him using some stupid pretext

However...

As Trombo was about to leave the deck, something strange began to happen, without warning, dense clouds began to appear in the sky, blocking the moonlight and limiting the view to the sails and lampposts of the ships

"Where the hell did these clouds come from?" Darius said while his eyes moved cautiously, his hand, unconsciously, rested on the sword at his waist

"I don't know, but..." the captain tried to speak, however, the words died when he heard a particular sound, it was faint at first, but constant, similar to... a bird?

"Are those wings?" is there a flock that fly at night?” Darius asked with his characteristic stupidity

However, the captain became fully alert

"No, no sea bird flies in the night" he said terrified, while looking at Darius and without hesitation he began to scream

"WAKE UP YOU IDIOTS!  WE ARE UNDER ATTACK, EVERYONE ALERT, WAKE UP!!” shouted the old man as he walked as fast as he could on the deck

The captain's shouts caused everyone on the ship to start moving, however, the absence of the moon limited the vision, making the efforts clumsy and slow

Darius snorted following the captain, his face denoted fury and arrogance, but Trombo knew instantly that it was pure appearance, he walked cautiously, his hand clenched his sword so tightly that his knuckles were white and his gaze was constantly raised

Trombo watched as the sleepy men did their best to prepare, as they began to prepare crossbows and bows for the fight

But then...

-DRAGON!! - shouted a lookout from one of the nearby ships while pointing at the sky

Quickly, the captain ordered the scorpions to be aimed at the dark night

Trombo stood to one side, looking at the dark sky and holding his breath, waiting for all hell to break loose in the waters, to be able to observe before dying the silhouette of the mythical Targaryen dragons

But, that did not happen, instead, a sudden heat wave made itself present and a white flame illuminated the night, making Trombo and the rest of the crew look up in fear, but also with curiosity

What he saw left him simply paralyzed like the rest of the crew, three white fireballs, huge and terrifying, falling at full speed towards the fleet

“COVER UP!!” shouted the Captain, as he threw himself to the ground, at the same time that the fireballs hit the fleet

Three shots, three hits, three ships on fire, the waters were no longer calm, the entire defense fleet was fully alert

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Darius shouted, and in this case, Trombo agreed with him

The report that Craghas gave them indicated the way in which Targaryen dragons attack, they were powerful beasts yes, with a powerful breath of flame capable of melting stone, but this was also their greatest weakness

For the fire breath to be truly effective, they had to be a short distance from their target, and therefore vulnerable

But, if the Targaryens had managed to get their dragons to throw fireballs without having to get close...

The war was already lost

And before Trombo could think of anything else, another lookout shouted

“THEY ATTACK US!!” this time, pointing to the horizon, where, to the terror of Trombo and all the pirates present, warships began to appear, making an appearance in the most Targaryen way possible

With Fire and Blood

The enemy fleet began the battle by throwing white fireballs, at least two dozen, unleashing an infernal rain on the enemy fleet, who rushed to move the scorpions and aim at the invading fleet

The Targaryen dragon, the Velaryon seahorse, the Baratheon stag, and the tower of Oldtown, the enemy fleet was huge, furious, and bloodthirsty

Trombo, seeing that the fleet was beginning to concentrate on the Targaryen ships, ran to the captain and shouted

"CAPTAIN, CAPTAIN!" evidently upset and pushing Darius in the process

The old man looked at him and said

“What do you want? There's an enemy fleet, you're in my way," he snapped, annoyed by the introduction

Trombo wasn't stupid, though, and his long, difficult life had taught him a thing or two

The most important was to detect a ruse when he saw it

"THE ENEMY FLEET IS A DISTRACTION, ALL THE SCORPIONS ARE AIMING AT THE SHIPS, LEAVING THE SKIES..." however, the old man's words were interrupted by something terrifying

Above their heads, something appeared, but it wasn’t one silhouette

But two

Huge, terrifying and beautiful in equal measure, one was white, with a large and elongated body, flying with elegance and speed, it was like watching a giant arrow move in the sky, barely a spot, while the other was red scaled, wider wings and a more muscular physique

"There are two..." Darius whispered, while they watched helplessly, as both beasts flew quickly

Straight to Bloodstone...

Trombo watched as red and white flames bathed the outer wall, as well as the "city" of Bloodstone, without any mercy

The dragon prince was relentless, slaves, mercenaries, pirates and merchants alike burned before the fury of the dragon prince, delivering a brutal first blow in this war

However, that was the least of the worries, after all, the Targaryen fleet was still there

And they came with a thirst for a fight apparently

“THE WESTEROSI DOGS ARE COMING!!” shouted the sentinel, just in time to see how a second wave of fireballs was thrown towards them

"To hell with this, turn around, we're leaving! I will not die for Craghas," the captain ordered, and the whole crew obeyed

The enemy fleet had already entered Bloodstone Bay, and Trombo could see the terrifying ships tear everything in their path to pieces, they were huge and heavy, like floating castles, with giant steel spurs that allowed them to sail through pirate ships and cut them in half effortlessly

This was an extermination, a massacre

Aerion Targaryen wanted the islands, but he wasn't interested in those who called them home

“Let's get out of here!” shouted the captain, as they tried to escape, evading the flaming remains of the fleet, it was evident that everyone was terrified, but they had some confidence, the Targaryen ships were huge and beautiful, but so much power translated into something important

They were slow

So, if they could escape from the bay to the open sea, they would have a chance to flee

And apparently, the rest of the ships thought the same, since a dozen small ships were trying to do the same tactic

"Shit, this is a massacre," Darius said in an unusually cautious tone of voice, seeing the flaming remains of the fleet, and how slowly, the Targaryen, Velaryon, Hightower and Baratheon began to land men on the island, for some reason, ignoring them in the process

"We can go, let's get out of here," Darius said with some relief in his voice, seeing that he had survived the fight

However, Trombo was not so sure, the fleet was huge, they needed the element of surprise to continue the campaign, and if their ships escaped, it was very likely that they would warn Craghas of such an imposing fleet in Grey Gallows

And if Aerion Targaryen had proven anything, it was that he was no fool

Sadly, Trombo had his answer seconds later

Suddenly, the sails of the rest of the ships began to catch fire for no apparent reason, causing havoc and most importantly

Leaving them totally stranded

One by one, the sails began to burn for no apparent reason, until a lone arrow struck the mast of Trombo's ship, which glowed with a curious red light

And a second later, a raging fire appeared, consuming the ship's mast in seconds, shocking everyone in the process

"We're screwed," said the captain, watching helplessly, as the colossal Targaryen ship approached them, the intention and the realization more than evident

They were prisoners of the dragon prince

And something told Trombo that, before long, he wished he had died in the fight

Trombo was not wrong

Aerion Targaryen, Bloodstone camp, the next day

"Do you need anything else, my prince?" asked the soft and submissive voice of Elyria, who was washing Daeron's body, totally naked, preparing him for the day

The campaign had been a complete success, the prisoners of the attack on Tarth had sing like birds and provided information about Craghas' movements and numbers

Last night's attack had sunk fifty pirate ships, half the available force of the crabfeeder, who, apparently, was in Grey Gallows

The next target of the invasion

"Your service has been exemplary Elyria, I will speak to the prisoners and troops, dress in the clothes that my sister gave you, you represent House Targaryen now" Aerion ordered, enjoying the delicate hands of the young woman, who was now massaging his shoulders

"As you order, my prince," said the young woman, blushing, as she began to give soft and tentative kisses on Aerion's shoulders, to his evident pleasure

Aerion snorted and ordered

"Come in" referring to the tub where he was and the young concubine obeyed, showing her beautiful body to the prince as she sat on his lap slowly, shuddering to feel the virility in her cunt lips

Without wasting time, Elyria continued to wash the prince, now on his chest, who was simply enjoying the pleasurable act, while the beautiful young woman moved her hips slowly, massaging the cock of her new owner

"Do I please you, my prince?" Elyria asked, completely forgetting to wash Aerion and focusing only on massaging his cock

The prince in question sighed with obvious pleasure, and simply nodded, too relaxed, however, he makes a small gesture, a sign, for Elyria to begins with the next part of the morning

And Elyria obeyed instantly, taking her prince's virility and placing it at the entrance of her womanhood, as she began to slowly descend, moaning utterly decomposed as she felt her new owner split her cunt lips in half

Claiming her

"By the Gods," said the islander, her eyes rolling, as she began to squeeze her internal muscles to massage Aerion's cock

Elyria loved every time that her prince takes her as a woman, he was always gentle and attentive to her and her needs, he took the trouble to prepare her and he always took her gently and delicately

Elyria moaned uncontrollably as she climbed up and down on the lap of the prince, who had his hands on her ass, as he stroked the rim of her butthole with his finger, making her shudder completely

“OHHHH” screamed Elyria, who reached orgasm for the first time in the night

That trick never failed, Aerion thought with amusement, Elyria was a complete anal whore, the softest of touches sent her to her peak

And just then, with Elyria moaning and massaging his cock, two people entered the tent, Marla and Gwayne

"By the Gods," said the young nobleman, as he turned and Elyria hid her face in Aerion's chest, still riding her prince

Aerion just rolled his eyes

"Please Gwayne you act like a fucking septon and you would never have fucked a woman," said the prince, as he inserted another finger into Elyria's ass and extracted more moans from his pet

Gwayne for his part just closed his eyes and said

"My prince, your sorcerers have finished the fortification, the troops are in high spirits for victory, but the Lords ask for instructions on what to do with the prisoners," said the young knight, avoiding the prince's question

Aerion rolled his eyes, as he began pumping Elyria, apparently the fun would have to wait to the night, she will fucks his pet quickly before going to cut some heads

"Gather them all in the center of the camp, I'll talk to the Lords about the next move, do we have any news of my father or Daemon?" he asks, looking at Marla

The captain of his valkyries and one of his oldest mistresses nodded

"Aye my prince, Prince Daemon sent a note of confirmation, he received the Stark, Arryn and Tully troops, they are prepared and ready to loot Myr as soon as you order, King Viserys communicates that he has an answer from Dorne, Mara Martell agreed to send an emissary to the islands and listen to your proposal" Marla said matter-of-factly,  although Aerion could detect desire and envy in her eyes when he saw Elyria being fucked

Aerion nodded in pleasure and said

"Perfect, send an owl to Daemon, to start marching in seven days, enough time to burn Craghas and his band of fools, also send one of our battleships to Sunspear, as an escort to the Martell emissary" he ordered

Marla nodded and said

"It shall be done, my prince" before turning around and walking towards the exit, being followed by Gwayne

"Oh, and Marla? Get my Good brother a tight and wet cunt, it's time for him to become a man," said the prince laughing, while the aforementioned Gwayne blushed completely

Marla smiled with amusement and nodded, being followed by the young Hightower

“What were we up to?” asked the prince, focusing on Elyria

The delirious young woman only moaned and kissed the prince with desire

"Fuck me, breeds me, tame me," she screamed over and over again, drunk with lust and desire, like the needy little bitch she was for Aerion

Aerion smiled and lifted her from the tub by her hips, walking slowly to the bed still with Elyria impaled on his cock

"You won't sleep tonight until my seed sprouts from your three holes, my little island whore, when I return, I want you, naked, on your hands and knees and drenched " promised the prince, making Elyria shudder with pleasure

"Promises, promises," said the ebony-skinned girl, lost in lust and desire, challenging the dragon

Aerion simply smiled and began to fuck Elyria again, drawing sighs and soft moans from the beautiful young woman

The first night on the Stepstones would be simply unforgettable, however duty calls, the will go and deal with the troops

But tonight, he has a date with his ebony beauty