Game of Thrones: Lord of the Seven Seas

The next morning, the first rays of dawn gently filtered through the window, casting a soft glow upon the entwined figures. Damian stirred, feeling the warmth of the chamber and the softness of the bed linens. As he slowly awoke, he became acutely aware of the delightful sensation of his morning wood pressing against the smooth, bare skin of Selena's supple arse.

"Hm, Good Morning, my Lord," Selena greeted, her voice a sultry murmur as she felt Damian's morning stir and gentle caress against her.

Damian greeted her in his own way, drawing her close, and sliding his already hard member inside of her slick pussy. 

"Aanh~" A soft, pleasurable moan escaped Selena's lips.

His hips began to move slowly, but soon Damian increased his pace. With one arm wrapped tenderly around her, he held her close, while the other hand squeezed and played with her boobs to his content.

Selena's toes curled in the bedding beneath her. Her other breast was also being tended to, massaged by Damian's hand. The nipple was traced by his finger which made goosebumps break out all over Selena's creamy skin. 

The feeling made her cry out. 

This went on for a while until Damian reached the peak of pleasure, and filled her quim with his cum. They both were left breathless and glistening with the physical exertion.

Damian fell back on his back and after a while, he felt invigorated and fully awake.

Selena assisted him in cleaning and dressing up, and Damian expressed his gratitude.

Afterwards, Damian broke his fast and engaged in training on the grounds with Jory, Dacey and others.

"You've made remarkable progress, Damian, particularly in the power of your strikes. It's becoming a challenge to defend against them," Jory remarked, his voice filled with admiration.

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Str -> 13

Dex -> 15

End -> 13

Will -> 8

Int -> 13

Constitution -> 11

With 13 points in strength and endurance, Damian had reached a level nearly on par with most adult knights in terms of power and stamina. However, what truly set him apart was his exceptional speed, which would have placed him as an intermediate or Elite knight if such rankings existed. This was a remarkable achievement, especially considering Damian's young age of just fourteen.

Nevertheless, Damian found himself unable to best Raymond or Arsen, whose strength levels likely fell within the range of 16 to 18. Damian could barely keep up with their speed, not to mention the considerable gap in their swordsmanship skills.

Facing off against Selena was an entirely different challenge. While they may have been evenly matched in terms of strength, she outpaced him in agility and experience. 

In his sparring sessions with Dacey, Damian encountered a worthy opponent, someone with whom he could engage on equal terms, provided he refrained from using his mana to enhance his abilities and slow his reaction time.

"Are you holding back? You appeared as a different beast when you were battling the Ironborn on the walls of Blacktyde," Dacey remarked, a tinge of frustration in her voice. It seemed she believed he was restraining himself.

"Well, that was war. The battlefield brings something out of me that a spar can never do. But you are right, I was indeed holding back a little, and if that causes you any offence, please forgive me. I will fight you with all my might if you want but then it won't be fun," Damian expressed, seeking her understanding.

Damian activated his magic and felt the mana circulate through his veins and nervous system to every single part of his body. 

He sensed a slight deceleration in everything around him, and his strength and reaction time seemed to experience a temporary increase by a point or two.

Dacey had initially wanted to challenge Damian's assertion, but the change in Damian's strength and speed became evident rather swiftly.

As Damian elevated his sword horizontally, thrusting it outward with a cunning angle that seemed aimed at penetrating Dacey's chest, Dacey had only a split second to react. She brought her sword up with all her might, the two blades clashing violently. Damian's strength was surprising, and Dacey had to exert all her power to fend off his attack, her muscles straining from the force.

The clang of steel against steel echoed throughout the training yard as Dacey managed to redirect Damian's blade away from her, avoiding a potentially dangerous strike. She could feel the impact reverberating through her arm, but her years of training had toughened her for such encounters.

In their renewed bout, Damian was relentless, striking at Dacey with precision and agility. His blade danced through the air with a grace that belied his age, and it came crashing down toward Dacey, who swiftly parried the attack with her sword. Yet, Damian's movement was fluid and economical, allowing him to sidestep her counterattack with almost casual ease. His increased reaction time and agility allowed him to evade the swing, moving just enough to stay out of harm's way. In the blink of an eye, Damian was back on the offensive, his blade whistling through the air in a swift and precise counterattack.

He feinted with a swift low cut, drawing Dacey's guard down. As she attempted to block the supposed strike, Damian's blade arced upward, aiming for her exposed side. Dacey, recognizing the danger, managed to twist away just in time. Damian's sword grazed the edge of her armour, sending a metallic ring echoing through the training grounds.

Dacey couldn't help but be taken aback by the surge in power behind Damian's strikes. The relentless assault was beginning to overwhelm her, as Damian repeatedly pressed his advantage. His ability to find and exploit tricky angles left her struggling to defend herself effectively and it was getting too much. 

In no time, Dacey found herself disarmed, Damian's sword pressing firmly against her neck. His face was so close that Dacey could discern the subtle contours of his glowing cold grey eyes. It felt as if something was flowing in them. She was almost lost in them until she heard a voice.

"Yield," Damian declared, savouring the subtle fragrance that clung to her skin. 

Dacey glanced around the practice yard, acutely aware of the watchful eyes upon her. Her heart raced as a flush of heat tinged her cheeks, and a fine sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin. She turned her gaze back to Damian, a mix of frustration, respect and expectation in her eyes, and conceded, "I yield to you."

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