Barbarian's Path To Multiversal Domination Chapter 4: Power of Persuasion

“My sweet pookie bear.”

“...?” Dennis paused for a brief moment as he heard a most familiar voice. He slowly turned, seeing his enchanting girlfriend in the most lavish of dresses. “Grace?”

“Don’t look so surprised, dummy. I sent you here... so it’s only natural that I can send myself too.” Grace chuckled, stepping closer and out of the Kingswood. “You’ve been having lots of fun, hmm?”

“Yeah.” Dennis nodded, grinning slightly. “I have never felt more alive.”

“Not even when you were raping me?” Grace pouted slightly.

“... You asked for it.” Dennis blinked.

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“Hm... probably, yeah.”

“You’re so hurtful.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I do all I can to make you happy, and it’s never-”

Drop.

Dennis let go of his travelling bag.

Her emerald eyes widened as Dennis stomped forward and forcefully pulled her chin. He pressed his lips against hers, pushing her several steps back into a tree.

“Hmm...”

Grace closed her eyes as Dennis continued to passionately ravage her lips, taking them all for himself. They continued on as he lifted her up with his muscular arms, and she wrapped her slender, graceful legs around his torso. Her skin flushed a cherry blossom colour as Dennis paused briefly, sharing eye contact. Burning gold-hazel met emerald as their breaths hastened.

“Looks like all those months in this world turned you into a real man.” Her lips curled into the slightest of mischievous smiles.

“Maybe...” Dennis admitted, lowering and touching his head against hers. “I never realised just how beautiful my girlfriend was until I didn’t have her...”

“And a romantic-” Grace chuckled, tilting her head. “Maybe I should send you off more often, hmm?”

“Definitely.” Dennis grinned slightly. “I was born for this life. When God made me, he made me a fighter. A warrior whose blood only rushes for one reason and one reason only... domination.”

“You improved your vocabulary, too,” Grace remarked. “You know, I saw everything that you did. For a barbarian, you are strangely loyal.”

“You sound disappointed,” Dennis remarked.

“You were born to be free, Dennis.” She raised her hand and touched the side of his face. “You can do whatever your heart desires-”

“I’ve had over a hundred women throw themselves under me, begging,” Dennis replied, showing a hint of a smile. “Yet... none of them were you. I might be a barbarian, yeah... but I’m your barbarian.”

Grace smiled as they shared a moment. “This is the part where you say you love me, dumbass.”

“...” Dennis chuckled. “I’m a man of action, my Queen.”

He tore the top of her dress with one rough and swift tug. Grace’s eyes looked left and right as she raised an eyebrow.

“You’re going to fuck me in this forest?”

“I’m going to fuck you in this forest, right here, right now...” Dennis affirmed. “Any cunt who sees us is getting cleaved in half.”

“Oh my... you’re really in your element.” Grace giggled playfully.

“Go on, then... ravage me.”

Ravage, he did. Expeditiously.

All the way into the night.

...

Dennis had gathered a hill of corpses in the background. By night, they toned it back down, and Grace rested in Dennis’ arms by a campfire. It was all quite romantic as she leaned against his huge, warm figure, and his muscular arms embraced her gentler body.

“I don’t recall the last time you spoiled me so much...” Grace smiled, closing her eyes. “You might be a decent boyfriend now, by modern standards.”

Dennis chuckled, giving no reply.

“You don’t know how many friends have told me to break up with you,” Grace remarked, opening her eyes and looking up at him. “So many awful, scheming girls... do you know the first thing they’d do afterwards? They’d shamelessly go to you and ask you on a date. Since they’d be offering plenty of food, I don’t doubt that you’d be inclined to entertain them just for that.”

“It’s free food.” Dennis remarked, shrugging. “I like food.”

“Geez, if only they knew the efforts I have to go through to get you into my bed.” Grace sighed, shaking her head. “If I have trouble, beautiful and amazing as I am, then those ravenous harlots have no chance. All they can do is look at you and dream. Isn’t that right, Dennis?”

“Mhm...” Dennis smiled. “I’d take the food though.”

“Of course you would.” She chuckled, taking out her phone and checking some files. “You ever wondered how you look when you get excited?”

“...” Dennis’ eyes widened slightly. “You... are those all recordings?”

“Yeah, I could tooootally get you thrown in jail for sexual assault, damaging my property and hurting my feelings with naughty, naughty, words.” Grace smiled, glancing back at him. “Why the long face?”

“... Wow.” Dennis raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t shared them with anyone, have you?”

“Would you be embarrassed?” Grace giggled. “I wonder how your family would-”

“You are not sending anything to anyone.”

“What if I do it accidentally-”

“Then you’re not leaving this place,” Dennis remarked.

“You’re going to tie me up?” She smiled. “Sounds like a sweet deal to me.”

“...” Dennis sighed, shaking his head. “All you ever think about is sex-”

“And all you ever think about is fighting.” Grace shrugged. “Anyways, you wonder how many views we can get on Pornhub?”

“...”

“Muscular, tall barbarian invades the royal keep and ravages the busty blonde queen in front of the King...” Grace placed on finger on her lip in thought. “I’d need to tinker with the background a bit with some editing but it cooould work-”

“Fuck that.” Dennis grabbed her phone and tossed it high and far into the air.

“Fuck me.” Grace countered, tilting her head.

“...” Dennis couldn’t help but laugh at his truly unsatiable woman. “What did I do to deserve a perverted girlfriend like you?”

“Everything.”

“Why the fuck do you keep all the recordings anyway?” Dennis questioned, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sure you wouldn’t actually share it with anyone.”

“Of course, our pleasure is ours alone.” Grace nodded, pouting slightly. “Buuuut... your semen retention hermit ways tend to leave my bed quite empty. What does a poor Grace do all alone, in her little apartment?”

“No fucking way.” Dennis chuckled. “You use it as stimulation.”

“Quite so.” Grace smiled, resting her head on his chest. “Besides... it’s a way of storing memories forever. You were soooo clumsy and sweet the first time despite your entire body burning with lust. It was adorable.”

“... Actually, I’d like to see it.” Dennis suddenly blinked with curiosity. “How do I look after you drug my drink with all those aphrodisiacs?”

“Well, you tossed my phone all the way to Madagascar.” She raised an eyebrow. “How am I supposed to show you, hmm?”

“Didn’t your phone appear out of butt-fuck nowhere?” Dennis questioned, shrugging. “I thought you could pull it out anytime, anywhere...”

“I’m a witch now, apparently.” She chuckled. “Theoretically, I could... buuut you absolutely shattered it. It’s an expensive phone, you know. Probably worth more than your life savings. Who am I kidding? You don’t even have any...”

“... Someone wants to get raped again.”

“Someone does.”

Grace turned her body to him and pushed him down.

They continued on...

~

The following morning.

They both looked like an absolute mess. Grace got herself a new dress, brushed her hair and spent over an hour perfecting her appearance. She had teleported an entire makeup station into the Kingswood to do so. Meanwhile, Dennis impatiently waited - tapping his feet.

“Who are you trying to look so pretty for?”

“Myself... and my tsundere boyfriend.” She glanced at him, showing a hint of a smile. “Not much longer now. Go do some pushups or something.”

“If I knew you’d be taking five years for this shit, I would’ve started ages ago.”

“I thought that I’d mention that the prince you’re trying to kill, Aegon, and his sisterwife are both in the Westerlands... the kingdom you left.” Grace chuckled. “Casterly Rock, to be precise.”

“What?” Dennis blinked in disbelief. “Wouldn’t they go to the fucking capital since they’re royals?”

“Not in this case.” She shook her head, putting up one finger. “You see, their uncle, Maegor usurped the throne. You do know what that means, right?”

“... Fuck me.” Dennis cursed. “You’re telling me I ran all this way for months... for nothing?”

“Well, on the bright side, you look smoking hot.” She smiled, shrugging. “Look at those Herculean calves... you could cut diamonds with those. Besides that, Maegor has a very fancy sword called Blackfyre and the largest dragon in the world; Balerion. If you could take both of those from him...”

“Aegon would piss himself to death over fighting you.”

“What’s so special about that fancy sword, though?” Dennis raised an eyebrow.

“It’s like a medieval lightsaber - especially when used by an incredibly strong man like you.”

“A lightsaber...” Dennis stroked his chin. The prospect was surely tempting. “Well, I’m here, so I might as well. I’ll take the sword and the dragon, fly over to that Egg and cook him.”

“What about Rhaena?” Grace questioned with a curious expression.

“What about her?”

“She’s pretty beautiful, isn’t she?”

This was a landmine for any boyfriend.

“I guess,” Dennis replied with an unbothered expression. “She’s a bit annoying and pampered.”

“Apparently, she could be a lesbian...”

“Is that right?” Dennis chuckled. “Good for her.”

“Instead of killing her, why don’t you show her what a real man is like and absolutely ruin her regal body?” Her lips curled into a most mischievous smile. “Degrade her and flood that bitch princess lesbian in your white fluids-”

Dennis blinked, interrupting her. “What?”

“What?” Grace blinked, acting like she said nothing. “I meant there’s no point in killing weak girls, you know?”

“...” Dennis chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”

...

After she was done, they continued the journey to King's Landing. Some guards came to investigate the murders of half a hundred residents, only to be misled by Grace's soft words - rather than Dennis' axes.

He killed them anyway.

"You don't have to kill everyone." She raised an eyebrow. "Even though you're a barbarian, you could try to be more diplomatically savvy."

"You can be diplomatic if you want. I'm sure these guards will not attack me after I cleave their King in half."

"The more the merrier."

The bloodied Dennis was stopped at the Lion Gate of King's Landing, where a dozen of the City Watch cautiously observed him. They went so far as to close the gate before he could enter.

"Where do you come from?" One of the guards on the walls questioned.

"..." Dennis furrowed his brows. "Blyat."

"Blyat?" The guard blinked. "Can't say I've ever heard of a place called that."

"We come from the Westerlands, my good ser." Grace smiled, stepping forward. "My husband here is a sellsword looking to pledge his sword to the service of King Maegor, the first of his name."

"Why is he all bloody?"

"We were ambushed by a large pack of bandits in the Kingswood who wished to take advantage of me. He bravely rose to the occasion, brave warrior that he is, and put them all to rest. Without him... I don't know where I would be."

Grace put on a sweet-sounding and innocent voice, which more than charmed the guards.

"With the Realm at war, the wilderness is more dangerous than ever." The captain nodded. "His Grace could always use more swords, especially a mighty man like that."

They opened the gate and let him right in. Grace turned back to him, tilting her head.

"See?" Her lips curled into a hint of a smile. "Diplomacy."

"I wouldn't have been able to force my way in alone." Dennis admitted, nodding. "Then again, I'm not a beautiful golden-haired woman."

"You're no prince charming either." She chuckled.

They entered the growing King's Landing and walked through the streets unchallenged. Given her attire and appearance, many thought of Grace as a wealthy lady of sorts and Dennis as her beastly knight.

The Red Keep was still being constructed, though it was more than half-way complete. Dennis was stopped at its grand entrance, where more guards stood. Half a dozen, to be precise.

"What is your purpose for approaching the Red Keep?"

"I want to fight for the King." Dennis gave persuasion a try for once.

Very clearly... he was not good at it.

"..." One of them chuckled.

"We mean no offence, good ser... but a man simply doesn't enter the Red Keep just to pledge their sword-"

Dennis put down his massive bag and took out the twin axes he had grown fond of. Suddenly, the expressions of the guards changed. They drew their swords.

"You fools, this is Ser Royce Baratheon, the youngest brother of Lord Rogar Baratheon!" Grace furrowed her brows. "You would do well to step aside, or he will carve you six like loaves of bread. Baratheon's are well-known for their mercurial temperaments."

"Ser Royce..." One of them remarked, eyes widening. "Forgive us, Ser. You may enter. His Grace would be most pleased to have him in your service."

"Hmph." Dennis stepped forward, brushing his shoulder into one of them before entering. When they did, Dennis smiled slightly. "You're way too good at this."

"You owe me a few favours now." She smiled.

They slipped past the main hall, with Grace talking her way through everyone until they reached the tunnels where Maegor was directly overseeing their construction. He had half a hundred builders with him and four of the Kingsguard.

"Who might you two be?"

Maegor was curious about the both of them. Grace's beauty was certainly eye-catching, and Dennis' imposing physique was one quite unlike any other. As a fellow warrior, he knew just how rare it was.

"I am Dennis Mertvago," Dennis spoke the truth.

"... Dennis Mertvago?" Maegor's eyes widened slightly, and his lips curled into a strange smile. "The fiend who slaughtered a thousand of those religious beggars and rescued my helpless nephew and niece?"

"That's right..." Dennis eyed his sword. He liked it. "All I got for it was poisoned food and wine."

"... My apologies." Maegor shook his head "They are young and foolish. If you truly are who you say you are, I'd like you to serve me instead. A warrior like you needs a proper master-"

"I'm done helping silver shlyuhas." Dennis raised one axe. "Me and you, one on one. The better warrior lives."

Maegor drew Blackfyre, stepping in front of his Kingsguard.

Despite hearing news that he had defeated a thousand men alone, Maegor doubted it was possible. Even so, he hadn't had a good fight in a long time despite being a naturally violent man - not too dissimilar from Dennis. He couldn't resist the temptation of testing his metal against this so-called 'demon'.

"Very well, I will entertain you. Blackfyre hasn't had a drop of red in some time."