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Barristan Selmy & Aurora Greyjoy (ONE SHOT)
For Duty
In an alternate world, Danerys Stormborn was murdered by her intended; Khal Drogo before they were meant to wed, no dragons took to the skies, however King Robert Baratheon still died to the boar in the forest making Joffery Baratheon the un-rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms.
A world where one woman could control Krakens and sea monsters, a woman who treated people with love and respect but with equal justice, a woman that even Euron Greyjoy feared and fled from. Whom liberated controlled islands from Masters who forced slaves to do their bidding.
Barristan Selmy was still deposed from the Kingsguard, and went on a journey to find the rightful King or Queen, leading him towards a family who he had always despised, to a family who had no claim to the Throne through traditional means: a family who worshipped the Drowned God.
*
Aurora Greyjoy was the third child born to Balon Greyjoy the most disappointing ruler of the Iron Islands by far, she was doted on by her father after the murder of her two eldest brothers Rodrik and Maron, and the untimely death of her younger sister Yara and then the capture of Theon by the Starks.
Aurora hated her father, she hated the way her people raped and pillaged, wanting their ways to change, but her father told her that it had always been this way. She did not agree, she believed in ruling through the love of the common people, and so at the age of 20 she gathered men and women loyal to her and set sail, gathering more and more followers to join her army on the seas, with the sole goal in mind to end slavery, raping and pillaging.
Her crew consisted mostly of very strong women who were taught how to fight by the men loyal to her, they started liberating the many small islands around Westeros from her fathers men, leaving her own people in charge to watch over and protect those that could not protect themselves.
Once the small islands were liberated Aurora wanted to travel the world for experience, to see the ancient ways and cultures of Essos and the lands beyond – if there were lands beyond.
And so she set sail with her massive fleet to the West of Westeros…
For 10 years Aurora walked and sailed to strange places, spending time with monks, fish-like people and learning very secret magicks in the shadow lands. Her crew became just as mystical and wise as she, and yet they still followed her to the realms known and unknown; not just because of her strange ability to converse with creatures telepathically, but because they were loyal to her and her cause.
Once her ten year expedition ended she arrived back at the Isle of Pyke, once again trying to convince her father who had become even more of a dick in the years she’d been gone to leave those the Iron Born tormented alone.
The two got into a blazing row and she ended the argument by summoning a great Kraken to tare the great spire of the Castle down. Her father fled, going in to hiding on some unknown island.
*
When Barristan Selmy finally found the Iron Born woman whose rumours had spooked those in Kings Landing, she was returning from a voyage to Yunkai in talks with the Masters to release the slaves.
The large dark blue sails on her massive fleet were the usual Kraken of the Iron Born with two large golden water serpents coiling around the tentacles of the hulking beast, he had never seen anything like it before, and wondered what they were.
As she disembarked her flag ship he took in her appearance and was mildly surprised, as seen as the rumours were saying she was part fish herself.
She was probably a foot shorter than he was, around the age of 31, her body shape was a true hourglass and she wasn’t stick thin either. She had a few scars across her face but that didn’t take away from the beauty she was, in fact she was a looker.
The Iron Born Captain had long mouse-brown hair that was past her waist, silky and oddly smooth for one who lived on the ocean, as she moved closer to him he could see her eyes were as green as seaweed, her semi-full lips were light pink, and her cheeks flush from the ocean breeze. Her skin was bronzed more than any other Iron Born he had ever met, as were her crews.
“Excuse me, your Grace.” Barristan called to her as she walked toward him with what he assumed was her first mate, another female.
“I am not worthy of that title, Ser.” She replied with a curious smile, coming to a halt three feet from him, her black leather attire gleaming faintly in the sunlight.
“I beg to differ, I hear you are the one who is demanding slavery, pillaging and raping to stop.” Barristan spoke softly. “No King, nor Queen has ever attempted such a feat in all the Kingdoms… and you are next in line for the Iron Islands.”
“That doesn’t make me a Queen.” She stated, her face becoming very serious. “Plus I do not want to rule…” Her eyes scanned over him quizzically, and searching.
“Barristan your Grace, Barristan Semly.” He bowed his head to her.
“Ser Barristan.” She greeted with a kind but wary smile. “I thought you were in Kings Landing watching over the alleged King of the Seven Kingdoms.”
“They did me the dishonour of removing me from my post to place Jamie Lannister in my stead… The Kingdoms are no longer ruled by the just or honourable. I have many more years of service in me your Grace, but I want to serve a just ruler.”
“Please call me Lady Greyjoy or Aurora, Ser Barristan. I don’t think your Grace suits me.”
He nodded and chuckled.
“As you wish Lady Aurora.” He knelt on one knee, pulling his sword out placing it before him. "I offer my services Lady Greyjoy. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New."
Aurora looked upon him and then to her first mate who smiled and shrugged.
“And I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth, and meat and mead at my table. And I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New. Arise Ser Barristan."
After that moment Barristan Semly served as Aurora Greyjoy’s close companion, friend, council, sword and shield, they sailed across the seas together fighting for the freedoms of slaves and people alike.
*
Five years later…
“Your father has been spotted on an island to the extreme South of Dorne, Lady Greyjoy.”
Aurora nodded to the shipmate that bought her the news, standing from her seat at the table inside her cabin, taking the piece of parchment from his hands and reading it herself.
“Have you memorized these co-ordinates Jimsen?” The man nodded. “Set sail for that island. It’s time we paid him a visit, let the fleet know.”
*
A few weeks later Aurora’s fleet ‘The Iron Leviathan’ arrived at the small Tiki isle called ‘Anatolise Isle’, named after the beautiful sunrise’s the island had. It took less than a few minutes for whatever Iron Born stationed at the Island to take up arms and begin to pelt them with rain of arrows.
Barristan watched as Aurora grabbed her large shield, like most of her crew, they used foreign shields almost as big as themselves to hide behind or under. Aurora had told him that she’d been taught by very tall people in the forests east of Yi Ti how to avoid arrow fire best; the woman had a strange understanding and knowledge of all things. He wished to travel with her further, to see the far off places himself, to learn and experience all before he died.
He knew her tactics by this point so he watched and waited behind a shield of his own, for the Iron Born on the island to run out of arrows, which they did within ten minutes. Next he watched as she stood on the bow of the ship and grabbed the massive horn she always carried with her strapped over her body to blow into it with all the force she had.
Barristan had seen her do this many times over in the five years he had worked with her, but it never ceased to amaze him when the sea began to churn before her ship, and the colossal head and massive tentacles of a Kraken broke the water’s surface, its big eyes looking to her and then through her telepathic link she asked for their help in honor of the Drowned God.
The large tentacles of the creature rose from the water and did a wide sweep along the beach, knocking every Iron Born flying through the air, some died upon impact, others knocked out, some he knew would be crippled for life.
The islanders who were under siege ran and screamed for their lives, but soon they would know they would be liberated.
“To the boats!” She roared to her fleet once the large Octopus had sunk back beneath the waves, a loud roar came from her people and they all followed her orders.
As the boats landed on the shore whatever Iron Born that had not been archers came rushing forwards, hacking and slashing, but her people were better trained, and worked in tandem with each other unlike the thugs of Balon Greyjoy.
When the battle was won Aurora, her first mate and Barristan found her father cowering in the village’s temple, a sacred area full of big ancient grey stones with carved anguished faces.
A small struggle broke out but Balon was bound and taken to the beach, where Aurora knew he would prefer to die.
“Come now father,” Aurora had said to the man that had helped create her. “Give up. Agree to stop the ways our people have treated others for generations and you will live.”
“I will not give up our way of life for some brat born of my own seed.” Balon replied, his daughter sucked in her cheeks between her teeth and bit down, Ser Barristan could see she did not want to kill her father, but if he did not comply his horrendous reign would continue.
“I never forgave you for losing my brothers or sister.” She told him. “Letting women and children be raped by you and your own men is disgraceful.” Her father spat at her feet, but she gave him a disgusted look instead of kicking him which she wanted to do, but that would make her no better than he. “I should let my men fuck you bloody.” That made him look at her with fear. “But that would make me no better than you… if you have any final words Balon Greyjoy, let them be known or forever hold your silence.”
“…”
“Ser Barristan, if you would please.” She asked quietly, and her sworn sword-shield took her father and placed him on his knees to bend forwards over a large rock. “Lord Balon Greyjoy, for your crimes against humanity I sentence you to die.” Aurora raised her dothraki-like arakh above her head took a deep breath and sighed it out slowly, sadly… and bought the crescent moon shaped blade down with force, severing her father’s head from his body.
She watched as his sour face fell from his body and bounced into the sea, his blood splattering the rocks below, and as strong as she was wobbled a little on her feet at what she had just done.
“This gave me no pleasure, no matter how much I disliked you father… may the Drowned God be kind to my soul when it passes through the gates below the water for taking your life.”
Barristan took her sword from her and cleaned it of blood before returning it back to her, she gave her crew orders to set his body afloat on the ocean waves as was customary for Greyjoy’s, and made way towards the villagers who praised her for setting them free.
Many women came to her with horror stories of rape and beatings; she shed tears with the women as Ser Semly stood guard next to her.
“Ser Barristan…” She whispered once all the men and women who wished to speak with her had left, “Would you do me the kindness of helping me to my room, please?”
With a nod he helped her up, her legs were wobbly and her face pale, he wondered if the shock of killing her father had finally hit her now there was time to sit and grieve.
He took her to the village elder’s hut, who had told them that afternoon:
“For saving us from the wicked, you can stay as long as you like.”
The hut was empty as they knew it would be, Barristan placed her down near the bed, where a sleeping gown had been placed on the large bed at the back of the wooden building and went to leave.
“Wait…” She called. “Will you stay with me for awhile?”
“Of course your Grace.” He smiled, this wasn’t a strange request from her as she often liked his company of an evening, they had become rather close in the past five years more times than he’d remembered they would wake up next to one another, their nights innocent and peaceful.
First he turned away from her so she could change into the night gown, and removed some of his clothes so he would be comfier; leaving his trousers on, and climbed on to the bed next to her and lay his back against the wall of the shack, letting her cuddle up to him as she loved to do. Long ago they had conversed about this when she had invited him to stay with her of an evening, would he mind if she held him or he held her? Their answers had been no.
In fact it had helped their friendship and kept their minds together, to have something stable within their circle of trust without needing to whore was something quite beautiful and homely.
Ser Barristan stroked Aurora’s long mouse-brown hair as she huddled down and rested her head in his lap, she shared no words that night but fell asleep soundly.
Barristan continued to stroke and rub her head long after she had gone to sleep, but he wasn’t tired so he stayed awake thinking.
*
The swash of the sea was soothing, he could see the stars through a small window at the top of the wall near the thatched roof all was peaceful until Aurora began to mumble in her sleep.
It sounded as if she was purring, then she began squirming.
Her breathing which had been deep and slow turned uneven and ragged, moaning a low ‘mmm’ under her breath.
At first he thought she was having a nightmare, something not uncommon for her after all the things she had seen, but soon believed it to be a different kind of dream as she moaned louder, a gasp of pleasure.
In her sleep he watched as her hand sleepily moved down her body to between her legs, and she grunted softly at the feeling.
Barristan didn’t know what to do, he’d never experienced this with her before.
Should he wake her?
Feeling very flush in the face he let her continue, part of him wanted to see and wanted to hear.
He wondered what she was dreaming of, and who.
“Oh…” She moaned in a whisper, her dreaming sleeping fingers moved slowly over her female parts, and Ser Barristan could feel his manhood growing, and his own breathing hiking… the more he watched and listened, the more he wanted to touch her and be a part of it.
Minutes rolled by as her moans and body writhed in his lap; her head so close to his crotch was making his trousers strain all the more.
Carefully he lifted her head and placed it on the bed next to him and watched now with a better view.
Her hand was loosely between her thighs, but she rocked her body upwards with a gasp and then fell back to the bed with a sigh. Not long after she rolled on to her back and spread her legs whining, almost as if whatever she was dreaming about wasn’t enough to get her there.
Against the voice shouting in his head he moved forwards and gently pulled her night dress up to above her waist, taking her hand with it, there was no resistance because she was too deep in sleep.
He found that she was shaven, something very uncommon across Westeros and something he knew was very meticulous to do. He had only ever seen it in very few brothels he had visited thanks to Robert Baratheon, he himself had never partaken in it, but stood guard over Robert’s doors as he was pleasured.
He marveled in the small light of the hut at what he saw; her pale skin was soft, and glistened wet. He felt himself lick his lips, and his heart beat rise.
He placed his right hand on her leg near her ankle and moved it upwards feeling her soft skin, and in response she moaned encouragingly, so he didn’t stop. He touched the back of his hand to her femininity, her body arched upwards.
“You are so beautiful.” He told her quietly, his fingertips grazed her wet slit and closed his eyes at how nice it felt. “I am sorry your Grace,” He leaned down so he lay next to her, “But I vowed to serve, and it seems like you need help.”
Giving her a light kiss on the forehead he pressed his fingers between the overly wet lips and felt the warmth lying beneath, which made him groan out loud.
Sliding his fingers over her clit she arched her back moaning again, her legs went to close but he held them open. He slid them back up, and then down once more before pushing two fingers inside all the way until his knuckles was pressed flush against her skin.
He could feel her muscles fluttering around him as though she was close to orgasm already, whatever dream she was having must have been a good one.
Slowly he began to pull his fingers out of her and she groaned sadly, so without pulling them out the entire way he pushed them back in, receiving a delighted moan at his efforts.
He couldn’t believe how wet she was just from a single dream, though he remembered in his youth how sexual dreams had once made him cum in his drawers while he too slept.
*
Aurora felt the fingers going in and out of her, it was heavenly, it had been so long since she’d experienced a man’s touch the dream made her yearn for it all the more.
In the dream the man fucked her well, but it wasn’t good enough she was so close but couldn’t cum. She wanted to cum so badly, but something else in her mind told her that something very real was happening to her body, and so she began to wake, both mind and body struggling to tell apart what was reality and which was dream.
She heard her moans and the orgasm building within her temple, and felt her body unconsciously rising and falling wanting and needing more friction, to be filled with something more.
As she realized she was now awake, her eyes groggily opened as she moaned in ecstasy and saw Ser Barristan right next to her with hooded eyes watching her body and what were his fingers going in and out of her cunt.
With an amazed gasp his eyes flitted up to her face, noticing she was awake, and stopped his hand movements at once but he was surprised when her groggy head shook ‘no’ and her left hand reached down to his hand with his fingers still buried within her and said:
“Don’t stop… Please, don’t stop.”
And with that his jaw dropped but he did as she asked and began drilling her with his fingers, letting her sleepy body and mind take the pleasure without barriers.
After a little while she reached up to his face and pulled it towards her.
“More…” She whispered breathlessly.
So he picked up the pace.
“No,” She smiled weakly. “More fingers Barristan…” With a small nod he added another finger into her sopping entrance, to this she moaned loudly and caught his lips with hers; pulling him into a passionate kiss he had never even dreamt of.
He fucked her tight hole with three fingers not for long when she said:
“More!”
And again without disobeying he added his little finger into her now dripping cunt.
“Oh gods!” She whisper screamed clawing at the bed with her right hand and then pulling him into another passionate kiss, and he could feel it, her walls were getting tighter and beginning to pulsate more than before.
Without being asked he tried pushing his thumb into her too, this made her cry out arching her entire being upwards, she was so wet that it was almost in, he was stretching her small hole to breaking point.
“Please do not stop!” She cried out, seemingly wanting the stretching, and so he pushed his massive hand against her small hole, pushing until it could go no further without force.
“Oh please…” She begged, her voice high sounding drunk. “Try…”
His fingers were bunched up within her, stopping at the knuckles, so he tried corkscrewing his hand into her which wasn’t working.
“Please just push… I beg you. Stretch me out, fuck me with your fist Ser Barristan.”
He pushed and felt her muscle giving way but only just he didn’t want to hurt her, but by the look on her face it was already hurting her, but she wasn’t telling him to stop – no, she wanted this.
Pushing with more force against her tight pussy she squeaked in pain, but again said nothing about stopping, so he soldiered forwards his own cock painful by this point, needing release itself from its confines and to dump his load.
At the widest part of his hand she gasped loudly and moaned.
“Barristan!” She moaned, her body clamping down on his half buried hand. “Oh fuck!” She moaned as she came around him. “OH god, push the rest in! Oh fuck!”
Mid orgasm he did, and with a re-doubled moan from her his fist was inside his Lord-Lady-Captain-Queen, setting off a second orgasm right after the first.
He was shocked himself, and almost came in his trousers at how sexy the entire thing was.
When he moved his hand within her as her second orgasm hit she had to put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming.
“Ser Barristan!” She whisper screamed, as he made love to her with his fist for a little while longer before she put a hand to his soaked wrist and pushed him away from her.
Next she moved slowly as if in a daze scooting down the bed, pushing him backwards on to his back, from there she undid his leather trousers and pulled them off with his help, marvelling at the older mans hidden genitalia.
A coat of white hairs nestled neatly around a decently sized cock, which bobbed tantalizingly in her face, she heard the older mans breath hitch and looked up to him.
“Is this what you want?” She asked tenderly, sincerely hoping it was, and when he nodded she dipped her head down to his hot throbbing member to press a kiss into the soft skin, earning her a light gasp.
He couldn’t believe his eyes or his senses, the younger woman he considered his Queen was licking up and down his length, bathing his manhood in her saliva with a dreamy expression on her face.
“Please your Grace.” He murmured after he couldn’t take her worship any longer, seeing her eyes nod briefly in the dark she engulfed him in her mouth, taking no time to take it slowly; the head of his hard cock was lodged at the back of her throat where she sucked and began bobbing her head up and down, making more grunts erupt from his mouth while her hands teased up and down his parted thighs.
Barristan couldn’t take the heat of her mouth nor the wetness of it, and with a loud cry he was quickly pumping his seed into her mouth and down her throat, hearing her moan of surprise at the amount being spilled into her, yet she diligently swallowed it all and smiled warmly back up at him when he softened on her tongue.
“Aurora… Your Grace… My Queen…” He whispered pulling her up to his side once more, in complete awe at what they’d just done.
“Do not dare tell me you regret it.” She whispered, pressing her forehead to his, smiling when he shook his head before moving to kiss her again like his life depended on it.
“I would never regret such a thing.” He gasped breathlessly after pulling back. “If anything I wish to make love to you.”
He watched her deep green eyes scan his face for the lie, and then break out into a smile when she saw he was being serious.
“Good, I have longed for you for quite some time Barristan.” She told him so earnestly his heart beat faster.
“As I have you.”