In the year 305 AC, within the heart of Egalmah, Uruk's grand palace, Domonic Augustus stood before the Dimensional Gate, a shimmering archway of runes and light, its surface pulsing with infinite possibilities. Flanking him were his wives, Daenerys Targaryen and Missandei Augustus, their eyes bright with anticipation. The gate, a prize from Domonic's Gacha rolls, could transport them to any world or time, with settings to pause their home world's time or adjust dilation—days into months, years, or decades. Domonic had explained its features, his voice steady with excitement, and they'd set it to freeze time in their world, ensuring Uruk remained untouched. Their destination: Westeros, 105 AC, the zenith of Targaryen glory during King Viserys I's reign.
Domonic adjusted the gate's dials, his super soldier serum-enhanced fingers precise. "105 AC," he said, his golden armor glinting. "Ready to see dragons in their prime?"
Daenerys, her silver hair braided, nodded, her black-and-red gown flowing. "I want to see my house at its peak—Rhaenyra, Daemon, and their dragons."
Missandei, in emerald silks, smiled at her side. "And I want to explore Essos, free its slaves, build a kingdom like Uruk."
Domonic grinned, his Conqueror's Haki a quiet pulse. "Let's rewrite history." He activated the gate, and a portal swirled open, its light bathing the chamber. Hand in hand, they stepped through, leaving Uruk behind.
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They emerged on a rocky shore, the air salty and warm, jagged islands stretching to the horizon. Gulls cried overhead, and waves crashed against blood-red cliffs. Domonic's Haki scanned the area, confirming their location. "Stepstones," he said, nodding.
Daenerys inhaled deeply, her Mera Mera no Mi simmering. "It's wilder than I imagined. No Targaryens here yet."
Missandei's vines stirred beneath the sand. "But there's something… hostile."
Domonic summoned Charizard and Dragonite from their Pokéballs, the Pokémon roaring as they materialized. "Let's get a better view," he said, mounting Charizard. Daenerys climbed onto Dragonite, and Missandei joined her. They took to the skies, soaring over the islands, their shadows dancing on the waves.
A sudden *twang* broke the silence, and a scorpion bolt streaked toward Charizard. Domonic's Observation Haki flared, and he barked, "Dodge!" Charizard banked sharply, the bolt missing by inches. Below, on a craggy isle, pirates in ragged leathers cheered, their scorpion reloading.
Domonic's eyes blazed, his voice a growl. "Pirates. They just made a mistake." He looked at Daenerys and Missandei. "Land. Now."
They descended to a nearby beach, dismounting as Domonic recalled his Pokémon. His fury, was a storm. "Stay back," he told his wives, drawing his Elder Wand. "This won't take long."
The pirates, numbering over a thousand, charged, brandishing cutlasses and axes. "Kill the intruders!" their captain, a scarred man with a braided beard, roared. "Take their beasts!"
Domonic moved like lightning, his super soldier serum-enhanced speed a blur. His earthbending raised stone spikes, impaling a dozen pirates. "You dared attack us?" he shouted, his Grindelwald magic sending black lightning through the ranks. Pirates screamed, their bodies crumbling to ash.
Daenerys, her hands alight with Mera Mera no Mi flames, watched from the sidelines, occasionally roasting a pirate who strayed too close. "They never learn," she said, a fireball felling a fleeing archer.
Missandei's vines snared stragglers, her Emma Frost telepathy sowing panic. "Their minds are weak," she noted, crushing a pirate's will.
Within two hours, the Stepstones were silent, every pirate dead. Domonic returned to his wives, blood on his armor, his voice calm. "Well, I think the Stepstones are ours now."
Daenerys shook her head, chuckling. "You cleared an archipelago in two hours, love. Subtlety isn't your style, is it?"
Missandei's smile was wry. "At least we've got a new vacation spot. Shall we rename it Domonic's Wrath?"
Domonic laughed, wiping his blade. "Bloodstone's fine. Let's build a castle."
Using Toph's earthbending, he reshaped Bloodstone's cliffs, raising a fortress akin to Edinburgh Castle, its towers piercing the sky. In an hour, the structure stood complete—marble walls, iron gates, and courtyards lush with Missandei's Mori Mori no Mi vines. Domonic decorated it with inventory items. Then he placed different types of wards all around the island, where it didnt allow the enemy to enter.
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That night, in the castle's dining hall, they feasted on conjured dishes—roast boar, fire whiskey, butterbeer, and Arbor wine from Domonic's inventory. Domonic leaned back, his goblet raised. "So, what do we do here? We've got a whole world to play with."
Daenerys sipped her wine, her violet eyes gleaming. "King's Landing. I want to see Viserys and his."
Domonic nodded, turning to Missandei. "And you, Missy?"
Missandei, feeding Ember a berry, smiled. "I'll join you in King's Landing, but then I'm going to Essos. I want to liberate the Free Cities' slaves, build a kingdom like Uruk—by myself."
Domonic's eyes softened, his voice warm. "Ambitious. If you need anything—troops, magic, Pokémon—just ask."
Missandei's laugh was gentle. "I know, love. But this is my fight. I'll call if I need you."
Daenerys raised her goblet. "To new conquests—Westeros, Essos, and beyond."
They clinked glasses, the night deepening. After dinner, they retired to their chamber, a vast room with a canopied bed draped in silks, overlooking the Stepstones' waves. The air was charged, their bond a fire kindled by years of love and battle.
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Lemon Scene
In the castle's master chamber, lit by candelabras, the air was thick with anticipation. Domonic led Daenerys and Missandei inside, the stone walls draped in silks from his inventory. The bed, vast and piled with furs, beckoned.
Daenerys's laugh was sultry as she glanced at the bed. "Planning something, love?"
Missandei's vines stirred, her smile teasing. "He always is, Dany. Shall we indulge him?"
Domonic's eyes glinted, his voice low. "Oh, I've got plans. Dany, you're first."
Before Daenerys could retort, Missandei's Mori Mori no Mi vines slithered from the floor, wrapping Daenerys's wrists. She gasped, half-laughing, as they pulled her to the bed.
"Missy!" Daenerys protested, her violet eyes flashing. "You're in on this?"
Missandei pinned her down, vines tightening gently. "You look good like this, Dany. Relax."
Domonic approached, leaning over Daenerys, his breath warm. "Let's see how long you last."
Daenerys squirmed, her voice defiant. "You'll have to work for it, both of you."
Missandei's fingers trailed Daenerys's arm, her Emma Frost telepathy sending a shiver through her mind. "Oh, we will."
Domonic's lips brushed Daenerys's neck, his voice a whisper. "No fire tonight, Dany. Just us."
The vines shifted, holding Daenerys's ankles, spreading her gently. She bit her lip, her defiance melting into a moan.
Missandei kissed her shoulder, her voice soft. "You're ours, Dany. Let go."
Domonic's hands roamed, teasing, sensing every reaction. "She's fighting it. Cute."
Daenerys's breath hitched, her voice a challenge. "Keep talking, and I'll burn these vines."
Missandei laughed, her vines tightening playfully. "Try it. I'll grow more."
Domonic's kisses trailed lower, his touch deliberate. Daenerys arched, her moan echoing in the chamber.
Missandei's lips met Daenerys's, silencing her protests. "Shh, love. Enjoy."
The night stretched, their teasing relentless, Daenerys's gasps mingling with laughter. The vines held firm, a dance of control and surrender.
As dawn crept through the windows, they collapsed together, Daenerys free, her laughter soft. "You two… I'll get you back."
Domonic grinned, pulling them close. "Looking forward to it."