The Fall of Slaver's Bay

Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days... I had become so engrossed in my beautiful wife and our lovers that my 'invasion' was put on hiatus as I spent almost every waking moment surrounded by beautiful naked women and making love to my sister/wife. Daenerys' transformation was almost too good to be true. Several months ago she was my timid and meek little sister. But ever since her deflowering on our wedding night, she became a strong-willed and lustful woman and I would often wonder if my powers can even work on a subconscious level.

One day just after I had enjoyed my routinely morning foursome, Ser Jorah Mormont burst into my private chamber in a panic. "Your Grace a situation has arise.." the elderly knight stood in shock at the lewd scene before him. Doreah was on her knees, licking my cock back to life and beside her was Missandei, who was also on her knees, happily sucking dry Daenerys' cum filled pussy.

"What is it Ser Jorah?" I said, calmly dismissing the two servants and offering my sister a robe to cover herself from his twisted gaze.

"Its err.. Yunkai and Meereen" Ser Jorah slurred his words, he could barely keep his eyes of the half naked queen. Honestly, I did not blame him.

"What about them Ser Jorah?" I asked impatiently.

"They have raised an army. My sources say they are about 20,000 strong and within days of reaching Astapor."

"Its a small **** and easy prey for the Dothraki in an open field" said Daenerys. "It is likely that they believe you command only the Unsullied and are unaware of the 100,000 Dothraki who would die for you."

"We'll teach them the error of underestimating me." I said angrily. "Bring forth my bloodriders, Khal Aggo, Khal Rakharro and Khal Jhoqo, tell them to assemble the khalasar for war."

I rode out of the city gates with my dothraki army, ready to fight my first real battle. I was shaking slightly underneath my valyrian steel armour and was glad no one noticed. Within hours, the opposing army came into view. Most of the men deserted as soon as they saw my vast host and the war cry of the dothraki screamers. The rest who were foolish enough to fight, were slaughtered. The dothraki even competed against each other as to who could kill the most. It wasnt war for for them, it was sport. And it should be. The battlefield of the real war lay across the Narrow Sea.

With their army broken and their sellswords protectors tucking tail, Yunkai had **** but to open its gates and surrender. The city of Meereen held off for a while but eventually my Unsullied legion sneaked through the sewers and instigated a **** revolt from within. As in Astapor, the former masters and the former slaves of both Meereen and Yunkai made peace with each other and swore absolute loyalty to House Targaryen.

Standing upon the top of the Great Pyramid of Meereen, I was able to take in the sight of my newly forged empire. In the harbour, the sails of a thousand ships were being painted black, emblazoned with the red three-headed dragon. Within mere weeks, I had the largest army, the largest navy and no dragons in the sky but my own.

Ser Jorah was standing before a great map of the known world; from the Iron Islands to the far west to the mysterious lands of Yi Ti to the far east. All would be mine.

But the question remained. Who will fall first?