Chapter 66: Night Before


A/N: The night before everyone sets sail for the Iron Islands…


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Asha sneaks into the King's tent the night before they're set to depart. Because of course she does. Though… she's not actually expecting to succeed. The plan is to be caught and raise a fuss until Axel himself appears and approves her presence.


She's certainly not anticipating making it all the way into his tent undetected. In fact, doing so leaves the female Ironborn scowling, even as she gazes down at Axel's sleeping visage. After barely a moment of thinking about it, she jumps on top of him and puts a finger against his neck.


Leaning in close, she hisses angrily into his ear.


"If I were an enemy and my finger was steel, you would be dead Axel Baratheon. Your Kingsguard are incompetent and should be replaced."


Without even opening his eyes, Axel… just chuckles.


"Are they? I told them to let you through, Asha."


Wait, what? Asha blinks as Axel finally opens his eyes and grins up at her. Then, his gaze flicks over to the entrance to his tent.


"It's fine Sandor. You can return to your post."


Asha's head jerks around as only then does she hear the telltale sound of armor lightly clinking as the Hound shifts from where he'd apparently been standing ready, just out of sight. As Sandor Clegane moves away from the tent again, Asha looks back to see Axel smirking up at her rather smugly.


… She's not pouting. She's definitely not pouting. Even still, Asha can't help but huff and shake her head as she removes her finger from under the King's chin.


"Even still, I could have killed you before they intervened. You're far too trusting, Axel Baratheon!"


His hands abruptly come up and grab onto her hips in a familiar manner that makes Asha's breath hitch. She wiggles atop him, blushing a bit as she feels his cock already starting to rise beneath her. It's been much too long since their first time together. It seems that they both know precisely why she's here…


"Am I? I don't think my trust has been misplaced. Unless Euron Greyjoy's sea monster has given you second thoughts."


Asha flushes at Axel's teasing tone and begins to shuck off her clothing without a hint of embarrassment right then and there. Fuck holding back anymore. Fuck waiting for him to come to her! And…


"Fuck you!"


Chuckling again, Axel runs his hands across her body as she exposes more and more of it.


"Very well then. You have my permission."


It takes Asha a moment to parse the joke, at which point she goes still for a moment, eyes narrowed as she glares down at him. But in the end… she wants his cock more than she wants to punish him for such terrible humor.


As soon as she's ready, she reaches down and fishes Axel's cock free of his trousers, bringing it to her slit and pressing him up inside of her with little fanfare or foreplay. Axel in turn helps her with the positioning… and then of course, as she should have expected, he uses his grip on her hips to SLAM her down the length of his cock without hesitation.


Asha's jaw drops open and she chokes on her own spit as his throbbing member punches up inside of her like nothing else. Truly… the King and his big fat cock are like absolutely nothing else that Asha has ever had.


Fortunately, that initial thrust steals the breath from her lungs so she doesn't do anything to embarrassing like squeal or scream upon penetration. Unfortunately, he almost immediately begins to slide her up and down his cock, his hands like iron on her waist, and that… that begins to prompt some rather humiliating sounds from her lips.


Before she can make too much of a fool of herself with such noises, Asha leans forward and captures Axel's mouth with her own. She kisses him deeply and applies her tongue to the experience for good measure. This helps to stifle her moaning and mewling and the pleasured cries that threaten to slip free of her lips.


She honestly hates being a woman sometimes. There have been… so many moments where she wished she were a man instead. But here and now, as she bounces up and down on Axel's cock… there's something inexplicably incredible about it all.


The pleasure gets to her quickly, her muffled moans growing in volume by the moment. Asha tries her best to keep up, to give as good as she gets. She's on top after all, and in her personal experience that usually means she's in control. Even the biggest of men can't do much when put on their backs.


Or so she'd always thought. Axel is very much proving that wrong right now in every possible way. He does more than just take control; he overwhelms her senses with everything he's doing to her. Even their kissing… his tongue wrestles hers into submission so fast Asha can only blink and moan, her eyes fluttering as she feels a poignant sense of disbelief for a second.


This is ridiculous… it feels even better than it did the last time, back in that alley. But… b-but she refuses to be beaten! Ending the lip lock with a growl, the Ironborn woman leans forward and plants her breasts in Axel's face instead, intent on smothering him just a tad. Sure, she's not the most well-endowed. Thank fuck for that. If she had the same size tits as say, Arianne Martell, Asha thinks she might have tried to cut them off years go. Either that or killed herself.


But that isn't to say she doesn't have nothing in the chest department. A mere cup full of soft flesh apiece. Sensitive nipples that grow hard when she's aroused. That's what she shoves into Axel's face, hoping to get the better of him if only for a second.


Of course, that doesn't go according to plan either. He's not overwhelmed in the slightest. If anything, Asha belatedly realizes that she's just given him another avenue to attack from. Axel's tongue and teeth rush across her chest as she buries his face in her tits. He swirls his tongue around a nipple one moment and then nibbles and bites at the other a moment later.


Asha tosses her head back, a strangled moan leaving her lips before she bites her tongue and tries her best to hold back her voice even as he makes her feel so, so weak. There's no hope for her though. She's a fool if she thought she could ever defeat Axel Baratheon on this particular battlefield.


PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!


Her hips slam down onto his cock as it thrusts up into her again and again, until she can't take it anymore. With a rattling cry, Asha tips over the edge, her pussy walls squeezing even as they gush down his length. Axel grunts in response… and then keeps fucking her.


Asha's eyes widen at this, her overly sensitive cunt not at all ready for him to just… keep going. Before she knows it, she's letting out another cry. And another. Finally, she takes her breasts away from Axel's mouth and buries her face in his chest, clinging to him for dear life as he fucks and fucks her with no end in sight.


Then, all of the sudden… she's on her back. Asha gasps, staring up into Axel's eyes as he smiles down at her. He pumps in and out of her a few more times, making her moan and shudder beneath him. And then he pulls out and unloads upon her naked flesh, covering her tits and her abdomen in his seed.


Asha's cunt aches at the loss of both his cock and the lack of a filling… but she knows, deep down inside, that she has no desire for him to risk impregnating her anyways. The whole idea of pregnancy is abhorrent to her. Being forced to grow weaker and weaker all because of some parasite growing inside of her? It's the worst part of being a woman, by far.


However… as Axel lays down beside her, still smiling, Asha doesn't hesitate to scoop up some of the seed he's left on her body and stick her fingers in her mouth. Salty and sweet… not a bad taste, all things considered. And she can tell Axel approves.


As she licks her fingers clean, she gazes at him curiously.


"You really aren't worried, are you?"


Axel raises an eyebrow.


"About what? Your uncle? His Kraken? No, I'm not worried. I'm more worried about what comes afterwards than I am about Euron fucking Greyjoy."


Asha lets out a shuddering breath at that. He's that confident that he'll win. He's so convinced of his victory that he's already thinking about what happens after. Meanwhile, she's afraid that tomorrow she'll lose her ship to Euron's damn kraken. She's afraid they'll all die because the sea monster will pull them under one boat at a time.


Perhaps that's why Axel is the King and she's just a Captain though. And to be fair… now she's wondering what comes next herself.


"What comes after you kill my uncle then?"


Axel's smile drops, his face growing more serious and thoughtful. Finally, he lets out a sigh and shakes his head.


"… I don't know. I've been advised not to be merciful with the Ironborn, you know. And I can't help but agree. Would this be happening if my father had been smart and wiped out House Greyjoy entirely, root and stem? If he'd put your father and your uncles to the sword for daring to rebel against their King, then we wouldn't be dealing with this shit right now. Euron Greyjoy would already be dead."


Asha bristles a bit because of what that implies for her, but before she can point out the obvious, Axel does it for her.


"Of course, if my father had done the smart thing, then would you still live? Perhaps, though you might have been sent to the Silent Sisters or given to some other noble lord as a prize bride. You wouldn't be who you are today, Captain of your own ship, so vivacious and strong and sexy."


Great, now she's fucking blushing. He had a way with words; Asha would give him that.


"The problem… isn't even really House Greyjoy, Asha. It's your people's entire way of life. It's the Ironborn in general. The desire to return to the Old Ways. The need to make others pay the Iron Price."


Asha shivers as a shadow suddenly falls over Axel's face.


"… For instance, if I chose to practice the Iron Price, then after I kill Euron and his pet kraken, the Iron Islands would cease to exist. Everything would be plundered. The warriors would be killed to the last. The thralls and 'salt wives' would be returned to their homes or spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms and given new lives as serfs under 'Greenlander' Lords."


Asha's breath hitches in her throat as she finds herself imagining it. The Iron Islands were a cluster of barely fertile rocky landmasses. Surviving there was hard and thriving there… thriving was quite literally impossible without the Ironborn at least partially resorting to the old ways. To the Iron Price.


Taking from those who had it better than them on the mainland had been her people's way of not just proving their innate strength but also building themselves up even stronger for… thousands upon thousands of years.


And yet… he's right. If Axel chose to follow their own ancient traditions after he won, if he managed to win the following battles and conquered the Iron Islands… then the Iron Price would allow him to take everything not nailed down… and then everything that WAS nailed down as well, if he really wanted to.


Her cunt clenches around empty air and Asha licks her lips for a moment before asking the question on the tip of her tongue.


"And what would you do with me, in such a scenario? Keep me as your woman? As a trophy?"


Axel looks at her oddly for a moment before letting out a snort of laughter. His hand comes down on her inner thigh and squeezes, making Asha's breath hitch.


"Try not to sound so longing for it, you wench! Damn, I was trying to scare you with the idea, not turn you on even more for fuck's sake!"


That… Asha blushes hard, scowling and then throwing a hard punch straight at Axel's chest. He catches her wrist before she can land the blow though, moving so fast that her eyes widen in shock.


"Don't. You would have broken your hand on me if that had landed."


What? Asha stares in confusion, even as Axel lets out a sigh and shakes his head.


"You'll see soon enough, I suppose. Look… I'm not planning to enact the Iron Price on the Iron Islands, Asha. But… your people followed Euron without hesitation. Without even one of your Kingsmoots. All because he had a big fucking monster on his side. So once I kill his monster and once I kill Euron Greyjoy… there will have to be consequences. Punishment. I just haven't decided what form that will take yet."


Asha licks her lips and… she has to try at least. Even if he's right, they're still her people, so she has to try to lighten the load.


"Put Theon on the throne. That'll be punishment enough, I reckon."


Axel snorts derisively at that, shaking his head and grinning in wry amusement.


"Aye, I've met the man myself at this point and you might be right about that. But then they'll just kill him, won't they? And we'll be right back where we started."


That draws a flinch. He's probably right. She'd made a token effort to talk to her brother after he'd arrived in camp alongside the Northmen. It had been… an interesting conversation, mostly filled with Theon boasting about how he would push his claim once their uncle was dead.


And yet, he didn't even bother trying to feel her out. Nor had he so much as asked for her support. Like it didn't even matter that she was Captain of her own ship. The truth was… Theon wouldn't last for even a single year as Lord Reaper of Pyke. Someone would kill him. Might even be her if he was enough of a prick about it…


"Maybe I'll put you in charge instead. It would be the first Lady Reaper of Pyke in Ironborn history, wouldn't it? How's that for a shake up?"


Asha blinks, staring at Axel for a long moment as she realizes… he's serious. Sure, he's grinning… but he's not teasing so much as he's testing. Part of her likes the idea very much. Part of her wonders if she'd survive the year either.


"… They might just kill me the same as they'd kill Theon."


Axel grunts, looking quite displeased by that idea.


"Maybe. They'd respect you more than him though, at the end of the day. At least you're a Captain, right?"


She wordlessly nods at that. He's not wrong, she'd probably be slightly more tolerable than her brother, even to the most hardline of Ironborn. Silence falls between them for a long moment after that. Then, Axel looks her right in the eyes.


"Would you want it, if it were an option? If the opportunity arises…"


Blinking again, Asha hesitates for a moment. Does she want it? To be not just in charge of the Iron Islands, but the first woman in history to lead from Castle Pyke? Fuck, of course she does. But she still has tits and a cunt and that was unacceptable in the eyes of her people. Then again, depending on how Axel did it…


Finally, almost shyly but no less enthusiastically, Asha nods.


"Yes. I would leap at such an opportunity with both hands. How could I not? To lead my people, no matter what state they're left in after all of this… yes. I would want it."


Then, she averts her gaze, feeling a bit embarrassed by her reaction. Axel just chuckles though.


"Heh, see? What comes after the upcoming battles is much more important than the battles themselves. Euron's defeat is already a done deal. It's the rest of it that's so fucking complex. Now… get some rest, Asha. Or do I need to fuck you again to put you to sleep properly?"


… This fucking bastard of a King. Asha scoffs and spreads her legs for him all the same. Giving him a hooded look, she smirks wickedly.


"You have my permission… my King."


Axel laughs at her throwing his words back at him. Then, he moves between her legs and… well, the rest of it is a bit of a blur when she wakes up the next morning. But damn if she isn't left just as satisfied as she is sore…


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A/N: Asha finally gets another turn. Next time, Axel and Co. set sail!


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