The Stag King (CH 4) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content. Contains violence, explicit sexual scenes, etc.

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Chapter 4: Discoveries

Winterfell - Training Yard

The morning air in the North didn’t just bite; it gnawed. To the average traveler, it was a deterrent, but to Naruto Baratheon, it was a reminder of the cold mornings back in Konoha, mornings spent training until his lungs burned and his knuckles bled.

He stood in the center of the yard, shirtless despite the frost, his muscular back a canvas of lean, powerful cords. He wasn't just "Baratheon strong", he was something else entirely. The black hair he’d inherited from Robert was damp with sweat as he moved through a set of katas that looked more like a dance of death than Westerosi swordplay.

"You move like a water dancer from Braavos," a voice called out.

Naruto stopped, his hand resting on the hilt of a practice blade. He turned to see Jon Snow standing by the racks, looking at him with a mix of envy and respect. Behind him, Robb Stark and a group of Northern guards were watching, their expressions guarded.

"Braavosi dancers are too flashy," Naruto replied, his voice calm. "I move the way I need to move to stay alive. There’s no art in it, only efficiency."

Robb stepped forward, his Tully-blue eyes narrowing. He had seen the way his father looked at Naruto, with the pride he usually reserved for his own sons. "My father says you're the strongest warrior of your age in the Seven Kingdoms. I’d like to see if the Prince of King's Landing can handle a Northern welcome."

Naruto smirked. He could see the "Naive Hero" trope written all over Robb. "Are you sure, Stark? I’ve already taken one of your girls. I’d hate to take your pride next."

The guards chuckled, but Robb’s face flushed. He picked up a wooden practice sword. "Jon, with me. Let’s see how the Prince handles two wolves."

Naruto didn't even take a defensive stance. He just stood there, his blue eyes, shining with a hidden, celestial depth from the Karma seal, tracking their every heartbeat.

Jon and Robb moved in tandem. They were good, Ned had trained them well, but they were human. To Naruto, who had fought gods and survived the end of the world, their movements were like molasses.

Robb swung high, a powerful blow meant to rattle Naruto’s teeth. Jon went low, a tactical strike at the back of the knees.

Naruto didn't block. He flowed.

He stepped into Robb’s guard, the wooden blade whistling past his ear, and slammed his palm into the Stark heir’s chest. It wasn't a punch; it was a focused burst of physical force. Robb went flying backward, his breath leaving him in a pained wheeze.

Jon tried to capitalize, his blade flickering toward Naruto’s side, but Naruto caught the wooden sword with his bare hand.

The yard went silent.

"You're fast, Snow," Naruto whispered, leaning in close so only the bastard could hear. "But you're holding back. You’re afraid of being better than the Trueborn son. Don't be. In the world I'm going to build, only the strong survive, regardless of their name."

With a flick of his wrist, Naruto snapped the wooden blade in half and tripped Jon, sending him into the dirt next to Robb.

"Is that all the North has?" Naruto asked, looking up at the balcony where Ned, Robert, and Cersei were watching.

Robert let out a booming laugh that shook the rafters. "Gods, Ned! Look at him! He’s a demon! I told you he was mine!"

Cersei, however, didn't laugh. She watched Naruto with a predatory intensity that made Jaime, standing behind her, grip his sword hilt until his knuckles turned white. She saw the sweat on Naruto's chest, the way his muscles rippled, and the sheer, arrogant power he radiated. It wasn't just Robert she saw in him, it was the man Robert should have been.

Ned observed Naruto and noted how much he resembled a young Robert. He had heard rumors about Naruto's brief encounter with a young woman from the North. As he glanced over at his friend Robert, who had grown overweight and unattractive, he hoped that Naruto wouldn’t inherit too many of his father's traits. The realm needed a just king, not another version of Robert.

Fast Forward

Winterfell - The Broken Tower

The cold was different up here. Away from the hearths and the crowded halls of the Great Keep, the wind howled through the stones of the Broken Tower like a grieving widow. To any normal man, the climb would be treacherous, the stones slick with ice and ancient moss.

To Naruto, it was child's play.

He didn't use the stairs. Instead, he moved with a fluid, predatory grace, his fingers finding purchase in cracks no larger than a coin. He wasn't using chakra, not yet, but the Karma seal etched into his soul by Shibai acted as a permanent physical catalyst. Every muscle was denser, every reflex sharpened to a razor's edge.

He had felt it earlier during the feast, a spike of jagged, nervous energy. It was a "scent" he recognized from his old life as a shinobi: the smell of a secret being guarded by a cornered animal.

As he reached a high ledge near the window of the old solarium, the sound of rhythmic thumping and muffled moans reached his ears. His blue eyes, usually bright, darkened into a cold, calculating indigo. He pulled himself up and peered through the narrow opening.

Inside, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was pinned against a dusty table, her golden hair a tangled mess, her gown pushed up to her waist. And behind her, the man driving into her with desperate, frantic lunges was not the King.

It was Jaime Lannister. The Kingslayer. Her brother.

Naruto didn't gasp. He didn't flinch. He simply watched, his mind cataloging the scene with the cold detachment of a hunter. In his previous life, he might have been sickened. He might have thought of "bonds" and "honor." But as the dark voice of Yami Naruto whispered in the back of his mind, he only felt one thing: Opportunity.

‘Look at them,’ Yami hissed. ‘The "Golden Lions" fucking like dogs. This is the "family" you were born into. A lie built on a bed of filth.’

Naruto let a small, sharp smirk play across his lips. He didn't interrupt. He waited until Jaime collapsed against Cersei’s back, both of them breathing in ragged gasps.

"The things we do for love," Jaime whispered, quoting his own internal mantra.

"The things you do for the headsman’s axe," Naruto’s voice cut through the air like a Kunai.

The twins froze. Jaime spun around, his hand instinctively reaching for a sword he wasn't wearing, his face going pale. Cersei scrambled to pull her clothes together, her eyes wide with a terror Naruto had never seen in her before.

"Naruto," she gasped, her voice trembling. "What are you... how long have you..."

"Long enough to know why Joffrey looks more like a lion than a stag," Naruto said, stepping into the room through the window. He stood tall, his muscular frame silhouetted by the pale Northern sun. He looked every bit the Baratheon king Robert used to be, but with a coldness that belonged to the Otsutsuki.

Jaime took a step forward, his blue eyes flashing with a desperate lethality. "I can't let you leave this tower, boy. You understand that."

"Boy?" Naruto chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "I’ve killed men twice your size before and I will do so again, Lannister. You’re a great swordsman in a world of peasants. To me, you’re just a target."

The tension was a physical weight. Jaime was ready to pounce, to commit the ultimate sin to protect his secret. But Cersei saw something Jaime didn't. She saw the way Naruto looked at her. It wasn't disgust. It wasn't even anger. It was hunger.

"Wait," Cersei breathed, placing a hand on Jaime’s chest. She looked at Naruto, her mind racing. "What do you want, Naruto? Gold? The Crown? I can give you anything."

Naruto walked toward them, his boots echoing on the stone. He stopped inches from Cersei, looming over her. He reached out, his calloused thumb brushing against her bruised lip.

"I don't want gold," Naruto whispered. "And I’ll take the crown when I’m ready. For now, I just want the truth. And I want you to remember who really holds the power in this family."

He turned his gaze to Jaime, a challenge in his eyes. "Go back to the yard, Kingslayer. Your sister and I have things to discuss. Private things."

Jaime looked ready to explode, but Cersei gave him a sharp, pleading look. With a snarl of frustration, the Lannister knight turned and stormed out of the tower, leaving the "Mother" and her "Son" alone in the cold tower.

Naruto's Mindscape

"You see it now, don't you?" Shibai Otsutsuki sat on a throne of frozen light, his three eyes watching Naruto’s consciousness.

"The world of men is built on masks," Naruto replied, standing before the god. "Robert masks his grief with wine. Ned masks his fear with honor. And Cersei... she masks her emptiness with her brother."

"And you?" Shibai asked. "What is your mask?"

"I don't need one anymore," Naruto said, his hand glowing with the black markings of the Karma seal. "You gave me freedom. In Konoha, I was a hero because I had to be. Here, I can be a King because I want to be."

"Power is not just strength, Naruto," Shibai cautioned. "Power is the ability to dictate reality. If you want to rule this world, you must break the spirits of those who think they are above you. Start with the ones who claim to love you."

Winterfell - Guest Chambers

Naruto returned to his room late that night. His meeting with Cersei in the tower had been... informative. He hadn't taken her then, he wanted her to stew in the fear first, but he had made sure she understood that her life belonged to him now.

As he pushed open his heavy oak door, he was greeted by the scent of lavender and musk.

Jeyne Poole was there, kneeling on the rug by the fire, wearing nothing but a thin silk shift that left very little to the imagination. But she wasn't alone.

Bernadette, the Lannister handmaiden, was standing behind her, brushing Jeyne's hair. When Naruto entered, both women looked up. Jeyne’s face lit up with a mix of adoration and submissiveness, while Bernadette’s eyes held the familiar, thirsty glow of a woman who knew exactly what was coming.

"My Prince," Bernadette whispered, stepping forward to help him remove his fur cloak. "We thought you might be cold after such a long walk."

Lemon Scene Ahead

Naruto didn't say a word. He grabbed Bernadette by the hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat. He bit into the soft skin, marking her again, making her let out a sharp, needy moan.

"I told you to wait for me," Naruto growled.

"We couldn't help ourselves," Jeyne said, her voice trembling as she crawled toward him on her hands and knees. The sight of the "innocent" Northern girl acting like a common slut for him made Naruto’s blood boil with heat.

He threw Bernadette onto the bed and turned his attention to Jeyne. He didn't waste time with words. He ripped the silk shift from her body, exposing her perky, pale breasts to the firelight.

"You've been talking to the Southern whore, haven't you?" Naruto asked, his hands roaming over Jeyne's hips.

"She... she told me how you like it," Jeyne whimpered, her face flushing. "She told me you like it when we share."

Naruto looked at Bernadette, who was already stripping her clothes off, her B-cup teats bouncing as she moved. The sight of the two women, one a Northern virgin he’d broken just the night before, the other a seasoned spy from the South, waiting for him was exactly what he needed to wash the taste of the tower from his mouth.

He stripped his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for them. "Show me."

Bernadette was the first. She knelt between his legs, her practiced tongue swirling around the head of his 12-inch monster. She moaned into his shaft, the wet, popping sounds filling the room. Jeyne watched with wide eyes, then, emboldened by the atmosphere, she moved behind Naruto, her small breasts pressing against his back as she kissed his neck and shoulders.

"Mmmm, you are so big," Jeyne whispered, reaching around to help Bernadette, her small fingers looking tiny against the dark, throbbing vein of Naruto’s cock.

Naruto groaned, his hands reaching back to pull Jeyne over his shoulder. He flipped her around so she was lying on her back across his lap while Bernadette continued her work below.

"Take it," Naruto ordered Jeyne.

He guided her hand to his cock, and for a moment, the two women worked in tandem, their mouths and hands creating a symphony of friction that made Naruto’s vision blur. He leaned back, one hand on Jeyne's throat, the other buried in Bernadette’s hair.

"You're both such hungry little sluts," Naruto grunted.

He decided he’d had enough of waiting. He pushed Bernadette aside and lifted Jeyne, impaling her in one swift motion.

"AH!" Jeyne cried out, her back arching as Naruto’s massive rod filled her to the brink. She was still sore from the night before, but her body was so slick with arousal that he slid in like a sword into a greased scabbard.

"Faster, my Prince, faster!" Bernadette urged, crawling behind Naruto and beginning to lick his neck as he hammered into Jeyne.

The room was filled with the sound of meat hitting meat, the frantic gasps of two women, and Naruto’s low, guttural growls. He was a force of nature. He switched them halfway through, forcing Bernadette into the doggy-style position while Jeyne lay beneath her, their lips meeting in a messy, desperate kiss as Naruto drove into Bernadette’s tight, Lannister-trained pussy.

"I'm... I'm cumming!" Bernadette screamed, her pussy walls clamping down on him like a vice.

"Me too! Oh gods, Naruto!" Jeyne shrieked as she reached her own climax just from the sight of him breeding the handmaiden.

Naruto felt the Karma seal on his palm flare with heat as he reached his peak. He pulled out of Bernadette at the last second and aimed at their faces.

"Take it!"

He fired ropes of hot, potent seed over them, covering Jeyne's breasts and Bernadette’s face. The two women looked at each other, panting and covered in his mark, looking like the broken pets he intended use for a very long time.

Lemon Scene End

The Next Morning

Naruto stood on the balcony overlooking the Winterfell courtyard. Below, the royal party was preparing to head back South. Robert was shouting orders, Ned looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and Joffrey was pouting near the carriages.

But Naruto’s eyes were on Cersei. She was looking up at him, her face a mask of royal dignity, but he could see the slight tremor in her hands. She knew.

"Moving already?" a small voice asked.

Naruto looked down to see Arya Stark. She was holding a small wooden sword, looking up at him with a fierce intensity.

"The South is calling, little wolf," Naruto said, reaching down to ruffle her hair. "But don't worry. I suspect I'll be seeing much more of you soon. Tell your father to keep your sister Sansa away from Joffrey. He’s a cunt, and he’ll break her."

Arya blinked, surprised by his bluntness. "What about you? Are you a cunt too?"

Naruto laughed, a sound that made several guards turn their heads. "I'm much worse, Arya. I'm a King."

As he walked toward his horse, Naruto felt the Karma seal pulse. The game of thrones had officially begun, and he had already taken the Queen’s knight. Now, it was time to see how the rest of the board would react.

Chapter End

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A/N: Things are heating up! Naruto has the ultimate leverage over the Lannisters, and he's effectively claimed two (Jeyne he bedded and Arya through being betrothed) women in the North. The journey back to King's Landing will be full of tension. Stay tuned!