The Free Folk

Upon my mighty dragon, Blackfyre, I rained fire upon the unsuspecting Greyjoy ships before they could strike my armada. Within minutes nearly a thousand ships were set ablaze and the burning sailors had to jump over board to escape the dragonfire, onlyfor them to drown in their heavy armour.

With the seas cleared of the Ironborn raiders, my fleet sailed straight to Pyke. The Ironborn tried to defend their homeland but it was hopeless as the experienced Stannis Baratheon easily crushed them as he did during the first Greyjoy Rebellion and this time he had my dragon.

The Ironborn wasnt the best at riding or fighting but while I flew over Pyke and burn their forests, one of the hundreds of arrows fired at my dragon actually managed to find its way into my torso. Thankfully I was wearing my Valyrian Steel Armour and made a mental note to make myself immortal.

Yara Greyjoy surrendered and bent the knee, laying her father's driftwood crown at my feet. Apparently, a few days ago the Iron King was found comatose in his chambers with his pants at his feet and the maesters doubted if he would ever wake up. Hmm.. I must have fried his brain when I possessed him, I should be much more careful with my powers.

But regardless, the subjugation of the Iron Islands have concluded my conquest of the Seven Kingdoms. Yara became the Lady Reaver of Pyke and the first female ruler of the Iron Islands but before I returned to the comfort of my wives, I left her with a womb full of my cum.

Meanwhile, my nigh-omniscient powers revealed that several powerful nobles and pious followers of the Faith of the Seven were felt aliented to my beliefs and lifestyle. I was even shocked to discover that my ally, Prince Doran Martell of Dorne has secretly hated me and was only using me to defeat the Lannisters. He even hoped that I would meet the same fate as Maegor the Cruel, the last Targaryen king to wed multiple wives.

Out of spite, I invited myself to Sunspear for his son's wedding to Myrcella Waters, the last surviving bastard child of Cersei and Jaime Lannister. After a week of extravagant feasts and lavish tourneys Prince Doran's coffers finally run dry. Furthermore, I made Doran's firstborn daughter and heir, the beautiful and lustful Princess Arianne Martell my fourth bride in my ever expanding harem.

Using my abilities, I made sure that all my vassals obeyed and worshiped me as the one true God-King of Westeros and thus incapable of ever instigating a rebellion, no matter what I do. Prince Doran and his son Trystane didnt even bat an eye when Myrcella and the three eldest Sand Snakes gave birth to purple-eyed daughters exactly 9 months after my visit.

Over the course of the next few weeks I played around with my abilities. My powers were like a muscle, the more I used it, the more powerful it became. Once I was confident in myself, I closed my eyes and when I reopened them, I was Jon Snow. But I also, wasnt.....

Jon (or I) was in the middle of a large wildling camp and was being dragged by the Lord of Bones to meet the King-Beyond-The-Wall, Mance Rayder. At the same time, I was in the comfort of my large bed in Casterly Rock surrounded by my wives. My body felt weird and my vision was even worse, like I was seeing double.

Then it clicked, I was BOTH Jon Snow and Viserys Targaryen at the same fucking time!!! It was so trippy. The sharp contrast of the freezing temperatures beyond the Wall and the lovely warmth of my sleeping wives was disorienting. Thankfully, my bedroom was dark and my sleeping wives probably wont realise if I ended up talking to myself like a lunatic.

"Your Grace." I greeted the wildling king as Jon Snow.

"So, you're Ned Stark's bastard!" Said Mance Rayder. "Tell me boy, why do you want to be a free folk?"

"I dont!" I answered flatly. All the wildings chieftain raised their eyebrows at my answer and from the corner of my eye I could see Tormund Giantsbane began to sharpen his sword.

"Thats a disappointment, I wanted to recruit the man who killed the Halfhand but instead Ill just..."

"I came here to offer an alliance between the free folk and the Iron Throne on behalf of Viserys of House Targaryen!" I said, earning the undivided attention of the Wildlings. "The king will grant the free folk safe passage south of the Wall and lands to live on. In exchange, he expects us to fight side by side against our common enemy when Winter comes."

"I didnt know that a Targaryen rules once more. And even if I did believe his word, how does he intend to kill the White Walkers? Fire does not harm them!" Mance said cynically. Gods dammit!! I am running out of patience. Using my powers, I controlled the mind of Mance Rayder and his lieutenants. I now controlled most of the wildlings, save for a faction at Hardhome. But, all in due time.

Once I was alone, I left to find the wildling beauty, Ygritte. She had Longclaw, my valyrian steel sword and I was also horny once more. I found her in a nearby cave and as I was about to seduce her, I could hear a voice beside me.

"My love, are you talking in your sleep?" asked the sleepy voice of my sister, Daenerys. Once more, my vision started to disorient me. I may have the powers if a God but I spent most of my life as a man. And it will take time to adjust to my new perception of reality.

But the question lingered...

Can I have sex with two women at once?!