The Dread Lord of Essos
Chapter 38
After a long discussion with his father, Harry left him at the Red Keep to help watch over Tommen. 'The boy will need all the help he can get,' Harry thought gravely. Cersei was biting off a bit more than she could chew.
Every day the three armies were marching ever closer, and it wouldn't be long until the entire city was surrounded by ongoing battles. Had they not been the benefactor of Harry's extreme generosity, the entire city would have perished long ago. The same would be true for the coming months. All of that mattered little though. He planned to be long gone by then.
"Are you sure you won't stay, Mi'Lord?" a sensuous voice whispered in his ear as soft hands crept around his chest from behind. Soft hands slipped through his half-unbuttoned shirt and squeezed his hard pecs. A pair of sweet lips brushed against his jaw. Harry had been waiting for Melisandre to finish her business. She was to meet him at the Creaking Bed, one of the many brothels that he owned in King's Landing. Unlike most of the smallfolk, the whores that worked in his brothels were well-fed and healthy. He made sure that only the best foods always made their way to his brothels. Joffrey's Food Tax never affected them like the rest of the city's population. Harry was sitting in the Madam's room, waiting for his redheaded friend's return. Meanwhile, the most popular whore that worked in that particular brothel was doing her best to show him a good time while he waited. She leaned in further, letting her hands move down his belly. He could feel the warmth of her naked breasts upon the back of his neck.
"Unfortunately, Melony, I cannot. I have business back home that needs to be taken care of. Though I will tell the Madam of your kindness. Perhaps a bonus is in store for you," Harry smiled. Melony giggled and walked around him. She started unbuttoning his trousers and pulling out his long, hard cock. She had just begun sucking on it when the door opened, and his curvy friend walked in. Melony never stopped bobbing her head. In fact, she took him even deeper down her throat. Melisandre looked at her with her eyebrow raised. She walked up, placed her hand on the back of the whore's head, and pushed her down. Melony gagged as she was forced to deepthroat him. With her face pressed against his body, Melony started panicking as she couldn't breathe. When Melisandre removed her hand from her head, she quickly pulled off of his cock with a ragged inhalation of breath.
"If you're going to suck your Lord's cock, suck it correctly," Melisandre ridiculed the young whore. "Now begone," she ordered her out. Melony squeaked and ran off, shutting the door behind her as she left.
"Now that wasn't nice," Harry smiled at the Red Priestess. Melisandre had already pulled the top of her dress down, displaying her perfect, round tits. She easily dropped to her knees and began kissing the underside of his shaft while her hands massaged his inner thighs. Harry groaned and leaned back in his comfortable, leather chair.
"The girl is unskilled," Melisandre explained, pressing her tongue to the bottom of his head. She started wiggling her tongue against it, making Harry's hips buck from the intense pleasure.
"She's still young," Harry countered. "She'll learn."
Melisandre clicked her tongue before licking him from his balls, all the way up to the tip of his cock. She then kissed the tip and looked at him. "If you want a quality whore, then we shall stop by Lys on our way home and buy you a bedslave. They are quite skilled in the sixteen seats of pleasure," she told him before taking him in her mouth. Harry caressed her silken, red hair as she bobbed her head better than any whore in King's Landing.
"As tempting as that is, I'm not one for owning slaves. However, owning Lys is another matter altogether," he said. She let go of him with a wet pop. Holding him in her small hand, she worked her hand up and down, never letting his pleasure wane.
"When will you take Lys?" she asked him, her hand expertly stroking his long, throbbing shaft. Harry breathed deeply, letting the pleasure wash over him.
"Soon, I hope. Every week the days grow colder. If we do not act soon, we will have to wait for spring, and who knows how long winter will last," Harry told her as she lowered her head and took him back in her mouth.
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Harry hovered over one of the dozens of massive shipyards that he had continuously running along the sandy shores of Sothoryos. The scurrying drones down below didn't stop and stare as their maker watched from above. With the loud groaning of wood, the massive warship slid down the ramp and into the deep port. The massive ship tilted from side to side but never capsized. After a few minutes, it finally righted itself and floated there, proud and powerful. The dense, black wood that prominently grew in the Sothoryosi rainforests made up much of the ship's outer hull. The beam and ribs of the ship were nearly as thick as he was tall, and the planks that made up the rest of the ship were quarter-sawn to add further strength to the design. As soon as they came off of the line, the proper runes were added, and the drones would "borrow" from his magic to activate them. They weren't nearly as magical as his personal ship. He just wanted them to sail much faster than the average ship, and they were certain to do so. After the enchantments were added, they then were sailed further down the coast where iron from The Lands of Always Winter was being processed.
Smelted and removed of impurities, the iron was mixed with carbon to make steel. The steel was then worked into half-inch plates that were added to the front hull of his ships for the purpose of ramming his enemies. It was here that the catapults and ballistae were added along with plenty of steel-tipped bolts that could easily puncture the hulls of enemy ships. Harry hadn't yet been involved in any real battles at sea, but he was quite eager to try his new ships out. Every day new ships were arriving at Seven Swords, waiting for the day when they would set sail. That day would come sooner than most expected. He had already given orders to his top commanders. His Unsullied army was always ready for battle, but his newest soldiers, the ones from his city and from Volantis, had not yet been tested. However, he knew that they had been trained well. He made sure of it. Most were trained to be foot soldiers and cavalry, though some were trained to man his ships. It had been difficult to find enough men who had the experience to captain one of his warships. Those he did find were paid very handsomely. His other ships would be captained by his drones until he could replace them with actual human beings. Hiring real men to lead his Royal Navy did come with some challenges, however.
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Missandei knocked on the door and waited for her Lord to allow her entrance. When the door opened, his handsome face met her gaze. Immediately, her nipples grew hard, and her womanhood grew damp. He had always had this power over her. Her body seemed to sense his presence, and whenever he drew near, it readied itself for him. She took a deep breath to help calm herself. She didn't come here to offer herself to him after all.
"Your Grace," she said with her calm, sweet voice. She lowered her head, displaying her submissiveness to him. He placed his fingers underneath her chin and tilted her head up until she was staring at his brilliant green eyes. A pleasant tingle raced up and down her spine while her clit hardened and a bead of arousal rolled down the inside of her thigh. His hand reached out and slipped around her slim waist. As she was pulled in, the door closed behind her. Her Lord's hand lowered from the small of her back to her ass. She didn't bat an eyelash as he cupped her dress-covered bottom. Her body was his to do with as he pleased, she knew that, and he knew that as well. Her body was pulled closer until her breasts mashed against his hard body. The hand that wasn't busy squeezing her bottom was high upon her back, trapping her against him.
"Missandei …" he said her name. The tingle between her legs nearly made her knees buckle. "It's been nearly a week since I last saw you," he claimed before tasting her sweet lips. Missandei opened her lips and let him explore her mouth. When he was done, she was left gasping for air.
"Forgive me, Your Grace," she apologized, breathing heavily. "I will make myself available to you more often from now on," she pledged. However, he didn't seem angry or even displeased. Instead, he stood there molesting her beautiful body while chuckling merrily.
"You have many duties. Do not neglect them for my sake. I will make myself available to you, my sweet Missandei," he promised her, his voice filled with lust. Missandei's body was trembling with wanton need. She was just about to offer herself to him when she came to her senses.
"Oh!" she squeaked in embarrassment while her Lord sucked on her slender neck. "M-My Lord! I have news from the Naval Yard!" she cried out as his hand slid up from her belly and cupped her breast through her thin dress. She closed her eyes as his thumb rubbed circles over her hard nipple.
"And that news is?" he asked, not stopping his exploration of her taut, feminine body. Harry took his free hand and moved it underneath the slit in her dress. The warmth radiating from her body was amazing. His fingertips tickled her belly, making her body jerk. Moving them down, he let them caress her hairless mound. The young, beautiful women of his city seemed to never wear underwear. It was probably because the silk dresses clung to their bodies so tightly, showing off their lovely curves. Underwear would only detract from the look. Harry couldn't find it in himself to complain.
"The fleet that left to practice naval drills last week … They have returned one ship short," Missandei told him as his fingers moved over her mound and crept between her legs.
"Oh?" Harry said, still nibbling at her neck. Missandei's soft skin goosebumped under his tender touch. "Which one?"
"The Sister's Song," she answered as her damp womanhood made his fingers wet. Back and forth they slid between her plump and hairless lips. His touch felt amazing to her, and when his fingers accidentally rubbed against her throbbing clit, Missandei could barely stop herself from dropping her dress and bending over like a desperate whore. It seemed that her Lord had the same idea. He pulled his hand from between her legs and slipped the thin dress straps from her dainty shoulders. With her dress being so tight, it didn't immediately fall off of her. Instead, he was forced to slowly peel it down her gorgeous, young body. First, her perky breasts were exposed. Beautiful, dusky skin was capped with dark brown nipples that were so hard that they were beginning to hurt her. The dress was then lowered over her belly button. Her Lord got down on one knee and peeled her dress over the gentle curves of her hips. Once done, the dress pooled at her booted feet. He then untied the strings of her boots and took them off of her, leaving her feet just as bare as the rest of her body. She felt his hands sliding up and down her smooth legs as he caressed her soft skin. He kissed her hip before turning her body around. Looking down, she could see that he was face-to-face with the junction between her legs. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he softly brushed his lips against her smooth mound.
"Captain Mezmha is feared to have gone rogue, My Lord," Missandei shuddered as he nipped at her sensitive skin. Her perky breasts bounced around while he toyed with her supple body.
"Did he now?" her Lord said in a sing-song voice. At the moment, he didn't appear to care all that much. He was too busy kissing his way up her mound before moving on to her lower belly. When his tongue tickled her belly button, liberal amounts of pussy juice began flowing down her legs.
"Y-Yes!" she gasped as he threw her over his shoulder and carried her over to his large desk which was made of the same wood as his ships were. He gently laid her down and put his hands on her knees. Pushing them apart, Missandei was spread open for him. His eyes met hers momentarily before moving down her body, feasting on her feminine beauty. She could see that he stared a bit longer at the area between her spread legs. When he removed his hands from her knees, she kept them apart. Her eyes were greedy as well. As he began undressing, she unapologetically watched him expose his own gorgeous body. She swallowed loudly as his cock sprang out as soon as his trousers were pulled down.
"That will not do," he said, stepping out of his trousers and positioning himself between her parted thighs. "I will have to go find him and see what he has to say."
"B-But, My Lord! Must you not leave right away? He is sailing east as we speak," she told him just as his cock plopped down on her lower belly. When laying on her small body, she could truly appreciate its monstrous size. Unable to stop herself, she reached out and gripped his long, warm pole. As if her hand had a mind of its own, it began moving back and forth without her even thinking about it. Her Lord grabbed her behind her knees and folded her legs up. She felt his domed head pressing against her damp slit.
"I believe that I will be able to catch up," he told her truthfully. "After all, I doubt he can outrun a dragon," he chuckled. Missandei flushed. "Besides…" he said, his eyes gazing at her lovely, nude form. "... at this moment, I have more important things to do."
Missandei threw her head back and squealed as he penetrated her over and over again.
The Dread Lord of Essos
Hoxhoahr Pahl stood at the bow of the Sister's Song, one of King Harold's newest and most powerful warships. A wide, shit-eating grin was stretched across his weathered face. He ran his soft, uncalloused hands across the smooth, dark wood of the rails. He had to admit, the Sister's Song was by far the finest ship that he had ever been on. Monstrous in size and yet somehow faster than any ship that he had ever heard of, it was the pride of the Bastard King's Royal Fleet. His cousin back home would surely bestow upon him a prized position among the family when he sailed into one of Meereen's many ports.
Hoxhoahr had always been considered an outcast among the rest of the Pahl family. The Pahls were the wealthiest family in all of Meereen, making their fortune through the slave trade like so many other families in Slaver's Bay. A bit slow and dimwitted when it came to business, his family had little patience for his foolishness, as they called it. As such, they refused to give him any position that could threaten the family's holdings. The only thing that he had ever been good at was sailing. Because of this, he was given a ship and a crew at an early age. It was then that he was taught to go out into the broader world and collect slaves for the family business. This was something that he happened to excel at. Knowing what slaves would bring in the most money, he traveled the world collecting only the finest women and strongest men. After many years of this, he was just beginning to earn his family's respect when his cousin gave him a new quest.
The upstart Bastard King of the Disputed Lands had not only built the greatest city out of nothing, but he was also creating a fleet that rivaled any that existed, including the Meereenese Fleet. This was something that greatly intrigued certain members of his family. Being the most wealthy and with one even being the commander of the City Guard, one could see why they were interested in acquiring one of these ships. Hoxhoahr knew that his family, along with many other wealthy families in Meereen, were getting nervous about the upstart's growing power and influence. How quickly and completely he conquered Volantis was quite a shock to them. They rightly wondered how long it would be until he turned his attention to Meereen. While one stolen ship wouldn't turn the tides in their favor, if they could study it and find out how it was designed and created, perhaps they could build their own fleet to match his. The only problem was getting their hands on one of these fabled ships. The Bastard King outright refused to sell his own special trade ships, let alone any of his warships. Many had asked and all were turned away. The only way to get their hands on one was through more nefarious means.
Having plenty of powerful warships at one's command was nice and all, but they were useless if there was no one to command them. That was a problem that many navies suffered from, including the navy belonging to the so-called Dread Lord. To remedy this, he put out the word that he was hiring any talented ship captain that had experience with warships. Hoxhoahr, of course, had never been in any navy, but he had been a captain for long enough that he was able to bluff his way into being hired. He was quite skilled at captaining a ship after all. Once he was made captain of the Sister's Song, he immediately brought in his own men who had been with him on his slave ship. With that done, all he had to do was wait for the perfect time to make for home. The time came during the latest naval drill.
They had sailed out past Lys and east into the Summer Sea. Once there, they continued as expected until one night when a fierce storm hit. When the winds became abnormally violent, he had his men cut off the lights. He turned his ship east and set sail toward Valyria, not even attempting to sail through the Smoking Sea even though it would save him some precious time. Hoxhoahr had hoped that they would think that his ship had sunk beneath the crashing waves. So far, everything had worked out precisely as he had planned. The path forward was paved with blue skies and calm waters. He inhaled the salty sea air and turned back toward his cabin. He was imagining the praises that would surely be heaped upon him by his adoring family when he heard some of his men cry out. Turning back to ask them why they were shouting, he saw them all looking up into the air with their head pointed to the west. Hoxhoahr put his hand above his eyes to block some of the sun's glare. He saw a dark spot in the sky, but he was forced to blink a few times until his eyes grew used to the near-blinding light. It was then that his eyes widened dramatically, his hands grew clammy and started trembling, and he could no longer hold his bladder. Hot piss began rolling down his legs and pooled inside his leather boots as he stood there shaking from head to toe. A massive, black dragon was heading their way.
There was no way that he could outrun them. Abandoning ship was also out of the question. They would never be able to swim to safety, and the chances of a ship passing by to rescue them were practically nil. To top it off, these waters were teeming with vicious sharks and carnivorous squids, ready to feast on anyone unlucky enough to go overboard.
"What do we do?!" one of his men cried out, clearly just as frightened as he was. Hoxhoahr's mouth was dry, and his knees were shaking. He had no answers for them. As the dragon flew by overhead, something dropped off of it. Hoxhoahr was forced to jump back and yell as the Dragonlord landed on the deck of the ship in a slight squat. The thunk of the impact made him and his men jump. As he straightened, Hoxhoahr could see that he was wearing black armor and a mask that covered his handsome face. On his back was his black blade. The King of Seven Swords turned his attention to him. With a hammering heart, Hoxhoahr waited.
"It seems that you've been a naughty boy, Captain," said the voice of the King. If he wasn't mistaken, the King actually sounded amused. 'Perhaps I can talk myself out of this,' he thought. However, one of his men took the opportunity to charge him with a knife. Right before the knife struck true, the King caught his wrist and twisted it. A loud snapping noise made everyone wince. Xiorhor screamed in pain as the King grabbed him by the front of his shirt. With strength he had never seen, the King flung him into the air. Xiorhor screamed as he spun and flailed. His screams ended when the dragon flew low and caught him in his jaws with a sickening crunch. The low pass made the ship rock violently. Several of his men who were leaning against the railing cried out in shock as they fell over the side. The ship never went back for them.
"Perhaps you would like to explain why my ship is heading east toward Slaver's Bay?" the King asked him. Hoxhoahr was unable to explain. He was too terrified. "Go ahead and save your breath. I look forward to making you speak," the King hissed and grabbed him by the back of the neck. Hoxhoahr yelled in pain as he was manhandled onto the back of the dragon that landed on the deck of the ship. The wood creaked loudly until the dragon flapped its wings and took off into the sky.
The rest of the crew looked at each other in shock until one began laughing. The others quickly followed suit. Somehow, the King had overlooked them. None of them noticed the drones that had suddenly appeared with swords in hand until it was too late, and the deck was covered in blood.
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