Chapter 43
The Great Masters were huddled around a table, deep in the belly of the Great Pyramid. Every so often, the frightful screech of that winged beast would catch their ears, sending trembles of terror down their fat, pitiful bodies. Just then, a young man who was drenched in sweat came barrelling through the door, not even bothering to knock. In normal times, that indiscretion was enough to have him outright killed. At the moment, the Great Masters had other problems to worry about.
"Your Worships! The invaders are nearly at the doorstep! The Guardsmen don't know what to do," he cried out, his hands shaking badly. He must have known that these would be the last few minutes of his life.
"Where's Captain Hohlorro?" Great Master Pahl asked angrily. Hohlorro was in charge of security at the Great Pyramid. He was the one that should be leading their defense.
"D-Dead, Your Worship," the boy answered as his body trembled. "His body was found in his room next to an empty bottle of poison," he said in a shaky voice.
"That cowardly son-of-a-whore!" one of the Great Masters spat while throwing his glass cup against the wall. The expensive crystal shattered into a thousand pieces, making the young man jump in fright.
"And my brother, Commander Nohklaz?" Great Master Pahl asked.
"N-Nowhere to be seen … Your Worship." The boy's lip trembled. A thundering boom in the distance was loud enough to make them all jump. The young man heard the sound of one of the Great Masters shitting himself. If he wasn't sure before, he was when the room began to stink. All he wanted to do was leave the city and go back to the village where he had been born. He only hoped that the village was untouched and that his family was safe.
"Tell them to fight to the last man! Show these barbarians that the Meereenese are not cowards!" one of the Great Masters barked just as another grunted. The wet, juicy sound of another relieving themself quickly followed. The young man nodded quickly, holding back a gag as he quickly left the room.
"Pull yourself together, Galare! Shitting yourself like a toddler … disgusting," one said with contempt. The other glared.
"We wouldn't be in this situation if not for Pahl's cowardly brother! He is probably halfway to Westeros by now," he declared.
"Watch what you say about my kin," Pahl snarled. "My bloodline dates back to the First Conquest. We were fighting battles when your kin was still sucking cock for half-pennies!"
"How dare you!" Galare growled just before letting out another grunt of relief. "It is obvious that your brother is a good-for-nothing coward who should have never been given the position of Commander in the City Guard. If he is so gallant, then where is he?"
"Just you wait … He will find a way to save us …" Pahl declared, hoping against hope that his brother hadn't yet heroically died in battle. By then, it was obvious that none of their allies would arrive in time to help them. The invaders were at their doorstep, and the Great Pyramid was their last line of defense. Nohklaz was their only hope.
The Dread Lord of Essos
Nohklaz gently slapped the side of his mistress's face a few times. She didn't wake up. The poison that he had slipped her was doing its job. With the amount that he had given her, she wouldn't survive the hour. Already her face was pale and her breathing was shallow and labored. He looked at her face one last time. 'It is such a shame that I cannot take her with me,' he thought. She was young and beautiful with big, violet eyes and hair like spun twilight. She had been a trophy for him over the last year.
Unfortunately, he only had the supplies for one to escape. While it was true that he could have rationed his food so that both of them could have escaped, in the end, he decided against it. He would sometimes get headaches if he didn't eat regularly. His hopeful escape would be hard enough without the mild pain annoying him. Besides, she had a decent stock of food here, and he wanted to take it with him. He would be much happier with a full belly. While she was still breathing, he pulled the sheet over her head and began pillaging her house. He didn't have much gold on him. He only had a few coins in his money pouch from the night before. His home was well behind enemy lines, and there was no possible way for him to reach it without getting caught. The stashes of gold hidden in his family's pyramid were now lost to him. That, of course, was a devastating blow. Thankfully, his family had been smart enough to diversify. They had businesses in several kingdoms and accounts with several different banks. If he could make it out of Meereen safely, all of his problems would be over. He hoped that his family would survive, but that remained to be seen. If not, he would be the sole benefactor of his family's wealth. That wasn't something to cry about. The only problem was getting out.
He grabbed the small bag of coins that his mistress had been saving and stuffed it in his sack. Her bread, cheeses, salted and dried meats, spices, salt, and anything else that looked appetizing was also thrown in the sack. Once done, he sinched the neck closed and hefted it over his shoulder. As he passed her softly wheezing body, he didn't bother giving her a second look. She was his past. He had his future to look forward to. The journey would be dangerous, and he needed all of his wits if he wanted to survive. He gently pushed open the door and peeked through the crack. The alley was clear. He stuck his head out and looked around the other side. There was no one to be seen. Letting out a nervous laugh, he slipped through the door and closed it behind him. As fast as he could, he pelted down the alley and pushed his body against the wall. He looked around the corner and saw some men at the end of the road. They had their backs to him. As fast as his legs could carry him, he ran across the street to the next alley.
Being behind enemy lines was very stressful. He had hoped that they would have at least one more day, but that morning, the invaders began moving in. He knew that it was only a matter of time until his mistress's house was searched, and he was found. It was now or never.
He ran down the narrow alley until he reached the end. Stopping, he once again peeked around the corner. "Shit!" he quietly cried out, quickly pulling his head back. There were enemy soldiers everywhere. From what he could tell, they were going from building to building, searching for their enemies. Nohklaz's heart was hammering in his chest, and his stomach dropped. His only choice was to try and walk across the street and into the next alley as though he was just another innocent civilian. His family tokar had been left back at his mistress's house, and he was wearing clothes that would help him blend in more. Putting his head down, he began walking across the street. For a moment, he thought that he might just get away with it, but as he approached the alley, he heard, "HAULT!"
Knowing that stopping wasn't an option for him, he ran down the alley as fast as humanly possible. He heard yelling behind him and the sounds of footsteps falling hard on the cobbled path. They continued to yell for him to stop, but he couldn't hear them. His heart was beating so hard that he could hear the rhythmic pounding in his ears. Sweat poured down his face, chest, and back as he reached the end of the alley. He turned the corner, not bothering to check if the coast was clear first. He ran two buildings down and cut into a different ally. He counted three doors on the left and barged in. He was immediately met with a knife pointed at him.
"Put that away, Zhak!" he glared, hunched over and breathing heavily. Outside, it seemed that he had stirred up a hornet's nest. Voices were shouting, though they were muffled by the thin walls.
"Did someone see you come in?" Zhak asked. "Well?" he asked again. Nohklaz stood up straight after catching his breath.
"I don't know … I was being chased," he told them.
"The Gods be damned!" Zhak cursed, going to the door and pressing his ear against it. The voices sounded like they were getting closer.
"Why did you lead them here?!" Zhak glared.
"I had no choice! They were after me!" Nohklaz glared back.
Zhak cursed. "Now we all may be doomed because of your incompetence."
Nohklaz was about to respond when Zhak began walking away. "Where are you going?" Nohklaz asked, running after him.
"We must flee. There's no time left."
They went to the back room and joined the small group of men waiting with their own sacks. They had been planning on escaping the following day, but the enemy had already taken over the territory. It was too dangerous to stay any longer. They had then planned on escaping using the cover of darkness. Pahl had ruined that plan it seemed. When Zhak informed them of the change in plans and why, Nohklaz had never seen so many angry glares. Still, he stood tall with his chest proudly sticking out. He was a member of the Pahl family, and compared to him, these men were nothing but riff-raff.
Each of the men stood up, holding their sacks tightly. Zhak went around and checked the front of the house through a second-story window. He came back down quickly. "The front is clear. We must move fast!" he said quietly. Nohklaz was the first one to the front door. As soon as it was unlocked and opened, they all hurried through.
"The sewer entrance is not far from here," Zhak said. "We will make our escape beyond the city walls, and we will follow the river until we pass the mountains. Then, we will make our way to Hesh. I have friends there. They will get us transportation to Port Yhos. From there, we will hire a ship to take us to Qarth," he explained.
That sounded perfect to Nohklaz. His family had an account in the Qarthi bank. They mainly used it for trading, but he'd be able to access the gold within. His spirits were beginning to soar as they made their way down the smallest backstreets to try and avoid the patrolling enemy. However, when they were only a couple of blocks away, they heard someone yell out, "Over there!"
"Run!" one of the group shouted. Nohklaz didn't need to be told twice. He barrelled past his cohorts, even pushing a few to the ground as he chased after Zhak who was already sprinting away. He didn't look back. He couldn't slow down for even a second if he hoped to escape. Zhak, who was fatter and more out of shape than him, was getting closer and closer as he gained on him. He saw his friend look over his shoulder with wide, wild eyes. Nohklaz was forced to look behind as well. His eyes bugged out when he saw that several men were closing in on them. He wasn't sure if they would make it. Digging deep, he used every ounce of energy that he had and ran. He heard Zhak cry out as he started to pass him. It was then that he felt a searing pain in his lower back. He fell to the ground hard and reached behind him. He felt a knife handle sticking out right above his right buttock. Zhak had literally stabbed him in the back. He looked at his friend who ran away, never looking back.
Nohklaz realized when Zhak turned the corner that he had been used as a diversion. Zhak sent him to the ground to get the men chasing them to stop. His plan worked like a charm. As Nohklaz thrashed and cursed while the invaders stopped to grab him, Zhak made his way through the twists and turns of the backstreets. Nohklaz only hoped that his treacherous friend would die during his long journey to freedom. If Nohklaz somehow survived, he swore that he would get his revenge on the Zhak family. That was the last thing he thought about before being clubbed in the head.
The Dread Lord of Essos
Nohklaz sputtered as water was splashed on his face. He shook his head, trying to get the water out of his nose while coughing and choking. Once he was able to breathe properly, he looked around and tried to get his bearings. He was in a dark room with only a small, burning candle to provide light. He attempted to stand up but found that his arms and legs were tied. His gaze swept upward, and he caught a glimpse of a figure in black that nearly blended in with the shadows of the room. Nohklaz jumped and yelped in fright, his heart thumping loudly in his ears.
"Nohklaz Pahl … You were a difficult man to track down," the dark figure said in his native language.
"Release me this instant!" Nohklaz snarled angrily. The shadow man just laughed and walked up to him. He patted the top of his head as though he were a dog. Nohklaz gritted his teeth in anger.
"The city is nearly mine, Pahl," the dark figure said. "You are in no position to demand anything. You should also remember that I'm not some lowly slave that will recoil out of fear of one of your tantrums."
"You shit-eating mongrel! I will …"
Lights flashed behind his eyes, and he became momentarily peaceful. His problems seemed to disappear as he blissfully existed in his own dazed mind. Unfortunately, his ears were ringing quite badly. He wanted to tap the side of his head to try and make the annoying ringing stop, but he suddenly remembered that he couldn't move his hands. As his daze began to clear, the pain in his jaw began to blossom. He groaned when he finally realized what had happened. He spat out a glob of blood that had been pooling in his mouth.
"There's no reason to be rude," he heard that annoying voice again. "You're my guest after all."
Nohklaz groaned again and shook his head, shaking away the last of his brain fog. "Why did you bring me here?" he asked. "Why not just kill me where I was found?" he asked.
"I need something from you," the voice told him. Nohklaz spat blood at the man's feet.
"I will never help you!" he growled. The man just laughed. Nohklaz then heard the snapping of fingers before he recoiled from the sudden ball of light that was hovering in what he could now see as a small basement room. Nohklaz blinked rapidly as his eyes struggled to adapt to the sudden brightness. After a few moments of this, his eyes were able to focus on the figure in front of him. Standing tall was the famed and feared Dread Lord. Just then, he reached up, removed his black mask, and pulled back his hood. His face was very handsome with brilliant green eyes. As he stood there, his face suddenly shifted, and it turned into an exact replica of Nohklaz's own. Nohklaz found this incredibly unnerving. His body began trembling uncontrollably.
"I don't need your help … Only your face," the Dread Lord said with an amused expression. Harry didn't know what the man looked like, so he had been looking for him so that he could cover his face with a perfect Glamour Charm. A few useful spies and turncoats were more than happy to help Harry catch the man with the promise of freedom or riches.
"Faceless Man!" Nohklaz cried out and began thrashing and pulling at his restraints.
"Not exactly," the Dread Lord chuckled happily.
"What are you going to do?!" he asked, terrified of what he was seeing.
"The Great Pyramid is heavily guarded, and many have already died just trying to get close enough to wage a proper attack," the Dread Lord told him. "I could attack and win," he said. "But the losses would be high, and I already have other plans for my army. I could attack from above and burn the pyramid to ash, but I want the city to be intact when I take over. I could lay siege and starve them out, but that will take time that I don't have to spare."
Nohklaz couldn't believe that his own face was looking back at him while happily laying out his plan. It was utterly bizarre. "No, the best way is to attack from within," the Dread Lord told him. "And who better to do it than the most powerful Great Master's own brother?" the Dread Lord laughed. "The best part is that I'll be able to walk right in. So, I feel that I must thank you, Commander Pahl," the Dread Lord smirked, pulling out his midnight black sword.
Nohklaz's mouth went dry, and he desperately tried to break free as the tip of the sword crept closer. "You have been a great help to my kingdom," he said merrily as the tip of the sword slipped into his chest.
"NOOO! Please! I beg you to …"
The sword sank in deeper, but Nohklaz blinked in surprise. He felt no pain. He looked down and saw that his chest had been completely penetrated by the evil-looking blade. He opened his mouth to beg again, but the black blade suddenly erupted in fire. His eyes went wide, and he screamed in agony as he was cooked from the inside out. He thrashed and bucked as his meat sizzled and cooked. He didn't know how long the torture lasted, but he was thankful when his body finally went into shock and the pain faded along with his vision.
"Feed him to my dragon," Harry told his drones. They ran in and dragged the smoking, man-sized piece of jerky away.
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The Great Masters were enjoying their feast of spit-roasted goat, turtle soup, and roasted potatoes when the door opened. They all looked around, though many refused to stop shoveling vast amounts of food into their open gobs. Great Master Pahl, however, was very relieved to see his brother entering the room with several Guardsmen flanking his sides.
"Nohklaz!" his brother called out, standing up to greet him. "I am relieved to see you alive, brother! Tell us … How goes our defense? Has Yunkai and Astapor come to our aid yet?" He was eager to hear the news.
"Sadly, your friends in Slaver's Bay have forsaken you," his brother said as the Guardsmen fanned out. "There is no one coming to save you."
"But that's impossible! We have an ironclad agreement with th…"
Suddenly, the Guardsmen rushed forward and began hacking the rest of the Great Masters. He screamed as one of their heads rolled off of their shoulders and tipped over his golden plate full of steaming hot turtle soup. The soup spilled out, landing in his lap. He screamed in pain as his crotch was severely burned. All around him were the agonizing screams of his fellow rulers being hacked to bits. Poor Vhelesas down at the end of the table was being pierced over and over by two spear-wielding maniacs. As one spear entered his chest and was pulled out, another was jammed into his bloated belly. His dying screams were terrifying to hear. Beside him, the leader of the Yherizan family wailed pathetically as a sword nearly split his skull. The sword was pulled out and rivers of blood began pouring down his forehead and face. The sword cleaved his head open again, and blood splattered on the Great Pahl's face.
"Brother! You have betrayed …" he began but quieted when the vision of his brother suddenly changed into that of an intimidating man with deep, green eyes. Pahl whimpered as his brethren gasped and wheezed out their final breaths.
"Allow me to introduce myself," the man said amusedly. He walked over to Pahl and heaved him out of his seat by the front of his pink and white tokar. Pahl tried to fight back and break free, but the man's grip was unbreakable. He was dragged toward the open window. "My name is Harold, and I've come to claim these lands."
"YES! YOU CAN HAVE THEM! THEY ARE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOURRRRRRSSS!" Pahl screamed as he was tossed out the window. Harry stuck his head out and watched him fall a long distance before ricocheting off the sloping side of the pyramid. His body bounced off and eventually landed on a group of City Guardsmen who were guarding the perimeter of the pyramid. Down below, the rest of the guards looked up. Some of them started moving toward the entrance.
"They are coming!" Harry shouted. "Send the signal," he told his soldiers. One of his men pulled out his bow and set an arrow alight. He stood in front of the window and fired it out. Only moments later, Harry heard the roaring of his army as they began taking the Great Pyramid. Harry and his men got ready to move down through the lower floors of the pyramid until they were able to hit the guards in the back while the enemy was worrying about his army smashing against their front lines. Harry placed his Valyrian Steel faceplate back on and raised his hood. He wanted to remain in character for the big show.
His men were all specially created drones that resembled the men of the City Guard. As such, Harry didn't need to worry about hiding his magic. As guards ran noisily up the stairs toward them, Harry flung his hand out and a torrent of fire erupted into the stairwell. Seconds later, he heard the screams of men being set on fire. With a wave of his hand, he snuffed the flames out and hurriedly made his way down the steps. When nearly to the next floor, he found the smoldering husks that were once a dozen men. Harry paid them no mind and carried on. When he came across another small group, he waved his hand and several of the men's eyes glazed over. Before their comrades knew that something had gone wrong, they were already being stabbed by their fellow guards' swords. Harry's men easily rushed in and finished them all off, even the Imperiused ones.
With a single wave of the hand, necks were sliced open, sending men to their knees holding onto the wide gashes as blood leaked from between their quivering fingers. Some Guardsmen gasped with wide, terrified eyes and cried out, "Warlock!" in their native tongues. One such man dropped his sword and ran, only to get a piercing bolt right in the spine. His body hit the ground hard and slid across the polished, stone ground. He was whimpering in pain as he dragged his lifeless lower half across the floor leaving a smear of blood behind. Harry didn't know what happened to the boy. He simply walked on and left him behind.
When one cowardly group saw the dreaded Dragonlord coming for them, they screamed and retreated into a side room. They quickly closed and barred the thick, wooden double doors. When Harry arrived, he gave the doors a kick. A loud, echoing bang filled the cavernous corridor, and the door squealed in protest. He heard the enemy soldiers crying out from behind the door. Harry reared back and kicked it again. He heard the sound of wood cracking. The men behind the door were yelling for him to go away. Harry scoffed at their stupidity. He lashed out with his magic, and the door was blown off of its hinges. Smears of blood on the ground told him that several unlucky men who were directly behind the door wouldn't likely be getting up any time soon. One man gagged and began vomiting his entrails before he quickly died. Another screamed and writhed on the ground as his blood turned to acid. Harry's drones rushed in and made quick work of the rest.
Floor after floor, Harry and his group made it down taking care of anyone in their path. Only the slaves were spared as they finally reached the ground level. By then, there was no one left in the pyramid to stop them. They ran for the entrance, and Harry heard the battle still raging outside. He barreled through the door with his sword in hand. His dark blade ignited as he lifted it high into the air. He slashed it downward and a fireball exploded from the tip. A long line of his enemies was set on fire. They screamed and ran in circles. Some dropped to the ground and rolled around, desperately trying to snuff the flames. Meanwhile, Harry was hacking limbs and heads off while his drones did the same. The enemy was becoming frantic and confused as they tried to fight off two groups of fighters both in the front and at their backs. Screams and cries of pain filled the plaza as thousands of men were cut down. The floor quickly became slick with the blood of the fallen.
As his army pushed in, the enemy was forced back toward Harry and his group. They were forced to trample their wounded while some outright tripped over the dead. As they fell, his drones jumped on them and pierced their chests with their swords. On the battleground, men on both sides lay dying with their hands outstretched as they begged for help. They were ignored by all.
One brave soldier stepped up to Harry with his battle axe in hand. He screamed like a Viking in a war charge. Harry was quite impressed with his bravery. As his axe came down, Harry easily blocked it with his sword and flipped him over his back. Behind him, Harry could hear his drones slicing the brave man to pieces. One guardsman was repeatedly stabbing one of his fallen soldiers. Harry swung as hard as he could and caved the back of his head in with his armored fist. Before the body fell, Harry grabbed it by the back of its shirt and threw it hard into the crowd of enemies, knocking many to the ground. Just then, Harry heard the sound of war cries getting closer. Harry ran to a nearby statue and quickly climbed up it. In the distance, he could see a large group of reinforcements coming to pinch his army. They were screaming wildly and brandishing their swords.
A sudden tornado of fire slammed down on the group and the building next to them. The building exploded, shooting flaming debris in every direction. The entire group was incinerated by the flying menace that was still circling above. That seemed to finally break the defenders' spirits. Many began trying to flee even as his army sliced, stabbed, and hacked them to pieces. Some did successfully make their escape, but Harry cared little for them. All that he cared about was that the city had just fallen. Jumping to the ground, he slowly walked back to the pyramid. As he did, a soldier ran past him trying to escape. Harry's hand whipped out and snatched him by the chin. With a hard twist, the man's neck snapped cleanly, and Harry let his body drop to the ground. Harry brushed the dirt from his hands. He had work to do.
Chapter 44
Daenerys was nervous as she sat on her large, ornate throne located in the upper parts of the Great Pyramid of Meereen. She looked to the side and saw her paramour, King Harold, sitting on a throne that dwarfed even hers. He looked as though he didn't have a care in the world. It amazed her that he could fight and win a war, then just go on like nothing happened. On his other side was a throne smaller than either of theirs. Her best friend, Princess Myrcella, was sitting regally upon it, though she looked just as nervous as Dany felt.
Dany was very glad that Harold wasn't leaving her here just yet. According to him, both she and Myrcella had a lot of learning to do if they wanted to rule properly. Dany was only too happy to agree with him. She didn't know the first thing about ruling a city of this size, other than what he had already taught her, of course. Not only that, but Dany wanted to remain by his side for a while longer. She studied his face, and she began to blush. Her face was beginning to heat up, and she was forced to rub her thighs together. The pleasant tingle between her legs was only getting worse the longer she stared at him. Now that their relationship had turned physical, she was loath to be parted from him for any long period of time. When she finally did take over as ruler of Meereen, she would make it known that she expected him to visit often. By the way, Myrcella was staring at him, Dany guessed that she would agree with her. The clanking of heavy chains made her turn her attention back to the matters at hand.
An older woman with gray-peppered black hair came shuffling in, escorted by a guard with a spear. The thick chains manacled her hands together, as well as her ankles. She was wearing a torn, ratty tokar of green and black. It was torn down the front so much that Dany was surprised that her breasts hadn't been showing. Still, sections of her belly, sides, and shoulders were bare for her to see. The older woman sent Harold a glare as she stopped short. She pulled a face and spat at his feet. What sounded like wood cracking against stone echoed throughout the stone-walled throne room. The woman screamed in pain and lurched forward. It was then that Dany saw that the guard had cracked her in the back of the head with the butt of his spear. The woman dropped to her knees, slurring obscenities while trying to reach the back of her head with her manacled hands. The guard wasn't having any of it though. She was grabbed by the back of her ripped tokar and pulled to her feet. The already torn tokar protested with the sound of a loud rip. The material now draped off her shoulder, exposing the entirety of one of her saggy breasts.
"Dany … This is Merilarah of House Naqqan," Harry told her as the older woman was dragged before them. "You'll be the one responsible for the judgment and sentencing of her and everyone else you see today."
She couldn't stop her heart from beating fast. Harold had done this to her before, she thought. Back in his city, he would sometimes tell her to sentence the criminals that were caught. She didn't particularly like doing it, but as a ruler, it was something that had to be done. Dany nodded as Harry stood up. "Take my seat. When I'm absent, you are the ultimate authority here. Myrcella, you take Dany's seat," Harry ordered. The girls quickly did as he said and switched seats.
Harry stood off to the side and watched as Dany listened to the slaves and witnesses testifying against the Naqqan woman. The woman was a real piece of shit. She enjoyed forcing slave children to fight each other with kitchen knives during their feasts. At some point, Dany had heard enough and sentenced her to life with hard labor. When she had, she quickly turned to him and explained. "The city needs to be repaired!" she chirped, sounding a bit defensive of her choice. She probably thought that he would get angry if she didn't sentence everyone to death. Harry just smiled at her and walked up behind her. He ran his fingers through her long, silvery-blonde hair. He felt her shudder as he touched her. Her hair reminded him of Fleur and Gabrielle from his old life. Dany leaned into the touch.
"Sentence them as you see fit, Dany. Remember that you're the ruler here. Remember that your actions and choices have consequences not only for yourself but for the city as a whole. If you keep that in mind, I'm sure you'll make the right choices," he told her gently. "And you are correct, the city does need to be repaired. I'll return later today and escort you girls to your room. I have business that needs attending to."
Harry left them to it. He snorted as one slave owner tried to run away even though he was shackled. The drone-guard that was escorting the prisoners to be tried threw his spear and impaled the young man right through the back. The spear exploded out the front of his chest, and he dropped dead on the spot. Harry chuckled while Myrcella squeaked in shock and disgust. Dany just looked slightly green. There was no more need to try the man as he was dragged away. His body would be tossed in the desert where scavengers would pick the carcass clean. Harry shook his head and left the girls to continue on their own.
The Dread Lord of Essos
Mace Tyrell's eyes blinked open before letting out a loud, bellowing yawn. His arms moved out before him, and his back arched as he stretched his aching muscles. He heard several joints crack, and then, he felt something unexpected and unwanted. A cramp began building up in his hamstring. He hissed and fiercely rubbed the back of his leg, hoping to massage the cramp away before it could properly build. Instead, the pain hit him like a wave. He hissed again and bit down on his fist. Thankfully, after a minute or so, the pain began to die down until it lingered as a dull throb. Then something moved beside him.
"Is something wrong, Mi'Lord?" the whore at his side asked.
"Never you mind," Mace said, flipping the blanket off of him. "Now wake me up properly," he ordered. The whore sighed and got to work.
Five minutes later, Mace exited his warm tent to a surprise. The grass in the field that they were camped in was white. As he stepped out onto it, the ground beneath his feet crunched. "Fucking hell!" he whispered. As he did, a misty cloud billowed from his mouth, and he shivered from the sudden chill.
He had been woken up during the night by a strong wind, but he had no idea that a winter chill was rolling in. This wasn't good news for his army. They weren't prepared for the winter. They had no skins to drape over themselves or anything else useful to keep themselves warm. He was in such a hurry to join in on the push for the throne that there was no time to properly prepare. 'At least the others are in the same predicament,' he thought to himself. King's Landing loomed large in the distance. It kept him motivated even though he sorely missed the comforts of home.
All around him, men prepared for battle. Makeshift blacksmith shops were already pounding out new swords and pieces of armor when they weren't repairing vital equipment that tended to break at the worst possible times. Patrols circled the encampment, watching out for Stark's army in particular. They were the closest of his two enemies, and they loved to strike fast and hard before slipping away into the woods. Those damn Northerners certainly knew how to use the woods to their advantage. The Lannister army was further on the opposite side of the city, though Tywin had somehow snuck into the city proper. Mace had raged when he found out. This gave Tywin a great advantage over both him and Stark. It wasn't long until it was realized that he and some of his men had snuck in through a secret passage. Since then, the passage was blocked and was being watched by all. Each army had tried more than once to take the passage forcefully, only to be repelled by the other two. By then, there was little doubt that Tywin had permanently blocked the passage from the inside. An open passage was a risk that the old lion couldn't afford.
Mace suddenly felt something brush against his nose in a tickling sort of way. He wiped his nose and looked up. Tiny blobs of white powder were slowly falling from the sky. Mace winced. It seemed that winter had arrived.
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Tywin rubbed the area between his eyes as his grandson left his study. He had been trying to teach the boy how to be a proper King, but Tommen was still too young. He couldn't grasp the magnitude of the responsibilities that had been heaped upon his small shoulders. Cersei, of course, was of no help. Instead of helping the boy, she seemed intent on making herself the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. She insisted on being present during every meeting. She had been caught giving orders that should have been coming from Tommen or his Hand, which was him. The woman was going to give him an ulcer.
Upon first arrival, Tywin found the capital city in the sorriest state that he had ever seen. There was no law and order whatsoever. The smallfolk ran around like a bunch of savages, stealing and looting anything in sight. Most of the Gold Cloaks had been killed, and those that lived weren't dumb enough to try and go at it alone. Members of the Court had huddled in their large, gated manses while their private security kept them safe. Not all survived though. Poor Gertrude Grayhill … The less said about what had happened to her the better. They still hadn't found her head yet. Her manse had been looted down to the floorboards, and her private guards had been found in the back garden. They didn't even bother burying the bodies. They were left out for the stray dogs to eat.
After sneaking into the city with Jaime's help, Tywin immediately got to work. His men made up the new City Watch, and they quickly brought law and order back into the city. Of course, the means by which they established law and order was less than pleasant, but as far as he was concerned, the peasants got what they deserved. It would be years before any of them were brave enough to try something like that again. Now he had a fully functional City Watch, and the best part was that they were loyal to him, not the Crown. They were Tywin's chosen men after all. King's Landing was too important to risk on a child such as Tommen, especially when the boy didn't show the slightest amount of killer instinct. All in all, he found the boy to be a disappointment. If only he could have been like his other grandson. Tywin shook his head and stood up. He placed his hands on his hips and tilted his upper half back. He groaned as he stretched the muscles in his lower back. He was really beginning to feel his age. Tywin walked to the window and looked out. Blackwater Bay stretched out before him. Sadly, there were very few ships coming and going. In fact, almost no ships could be seen. The only ones in sight were from Harold's fleet. Massive black trading ships with beautiful, cream-colored sails were pulling into port as he watched. No doubt they were loaded with fresh fruits, vegetables, grains, honey, mouth-watering meats, and fish of all varieties. Tywin would make sure that he got his pick of the lot before anyone else.
Unlike Joffrey, Tywin made certain that the peasants were fed. All those rubbish "Food Taxes" were now gone, and the smallfolk once again received their normally allotted supply of sustenance. The peasants didn't need much in their lives. They were used to going without. The only thing that they couldn't do without was fresh food and water. Take that away, and you would have trouble on your hands. Joffrey was too stupid to realize this until it was too late, and he paid dearly for it. Tywin would not make such a mistake. He had enough problems without having to worry about the smallfolk coming for him with torches and pitchforks.
Suddenly, Tywin saw little puffs of snow lazily falling from the sky, and he cursed. "Just what we fucking need," the old man growled. He almost wished that Harold would come back and conquer all of Westeros. At least he knew that the kingdom would be in competent hands.
They knew that winter was close. Everyone could feel the coldness steadily creeping in. Now there was no doubt. It wouldn't be long until it hit them full force. This was both good and bad. It was good because no matter what, Harold would keep the food coming. It was also good because the winter would surely hit the North the hardest. Could Robb Stark continue with his war while his people were wasting away to nothing back at home? And the Reach? Their entire economy relied on growing food. Very soon, hardly anything would grow, and the Tyrells would be hit with hard times once again. If Tywin knew his grandson, Harold would be looking to take over the food contracts that the Reach would no longer be able to fulfill. It's what Tywin would do after all. Tywin smirked. Mace would be fighting a battle on two fronts.
Tywin needed to act fast. Sitting down at his desk, he began writing a letter to his grandson. There were things other than food that they would need. Things that Harold could easily provide. Firewood, clothing, blankets, medicines … there was so much that they would need this winter. Normally, they would have stocked up long before winter hit, but with the war lasting so long, Tywin would wager that no one was prepared. He only hoped that things wouldn't get too bad.
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Harry stood there invisible to all. While Dany had been doing her duty as the next ruler of Meereen, Harry had been using his magic to fix up the former Pahl family pyramid into something a little more proper for girls Dany and Myrcella's age. He didn't plan on leaving them here for long, but he wanted to let them get used to the city slowly. He didn't want them to get depressed or homesick. As such, he made sure that the pyramid had all the luxuries that they were afforded back home, including a massive, indoor pool filled with cool, clean water.
He watched as the girls scampered into the pool room. Both were completely nude and holding hands. They squealed in excitement as they jumped into the pool at the same time, never letting go of each other. When they re-emerged from the pool's depths, Dany brushed the hair from her face while Myrcella spat out a mouthful of water. It wasn't long before they were laughing and splashing around. Happy that they would be distracted for a while, Harry vanished and reappeared in Sothoryos. His spy drones had informed him that it was now snowing as far south as King's Landing. That meant one thing … It was time to begin his economic takeover of this primitive world.
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The following week was a very busy time for Harry. He had to add many more trading ships to his portfolio. His existing trading partners would not be too pleased if he suddenly snubbed them because the Northern Kingdom of Westeros suddenly needed food. It was a chore to keep everyone happy, but in the end, it was manageable. Of course, his coffers were reaping the benefits of all this new trade.
Harry was sitting in his bathtub and letting the hot water soothe his overused muscles. He was going over a report when the door to his bathing room opened. He looked over and saw a shock of coppery, red hair. "Lady Sansa," Harry raised an eyebrow at her sudden entrance. "I would stand up and greet you, but in my state of dress, it might not be entirely appropriate."
Sansa's cheeks were already pink from embarrassment. She didn't normally act in such a way, but her mother had talked her into it. She said, and Sansa believed her words to be true, that one of the other girls would eventually ensnare him with their charms … or their bodies if she didn't act fast. Taking her opportunity, Sansa shrugged off the thin, silk robe that she had been wearing. She blushed deeply when his eyes raked over her nude body. She could feel them traveling over her bare breasts and down her slim belly. They continued their journey downward, over her belly button before stopping at the junction between her legs. She had made sure that her body was prepared. She was smooth in all the right places. "Don't worry, Your Grace, I'll come down to greet you."
She smiled shyly at him and walked down the exotically tiled steps into the below-ground pool. Sansa scooted close to his side, making sure her breasts were always above the water line. She wanted him to have something to look at after all. She saw him smile back at her.
"It's been a few days since we've last spoken," he told her. "How are you enjoying your stay?"
"It's wonderful, Your Grace," she honestly told him. Being here in his city was like a dream come true for her. "I love being here."
"That's good," he said. "I don't know if you've heard, but the winter snows are spreading throughout Westeros. Soon, you and your mother may not be able to safely get home."
Sansa knew what he was hinting at. If she wanted to get back home, she would have to leave now. The only problem was that neither she nor her mother wanted to go back to the bleak and dreary North … at least not right now. The winter was sure to be harsh, especially with the war still raging. She quickly made a decision.
Spinning around to face him, she straddled the top of his thigh. She let out a hushed breath as her overheated pussy touched the corded muscles of his thick thigh. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she began moving her hips back and forth.
Harry was surprised by Sansa's actions. Normally, the girl was a bit shy, and sexually speaking, unsure of herself. While she still appeared to be shy, she was acting like a woman who knew what she wanted. Harry was going to let her keep going. He was enjoying the way she moved against his body. He was so attuned with his body that he could feel her clit getting hard against his skin. Before his eyes, her nipples grew hard and crinkled until they were sticking out from her light pink areolas. Her chest and shoulders were lightly dusted with freckles, and her breasts were quite full for a girl her age. As she moved, they bounced up and down, creating a cock-hardening display. Suddenly, her hand moved down to his cock which was still inflating. Sansa let out a shuddered breath when her small hand wrapped around his manhood. Her eyes were wide with shock, but then she noisily swallowed and straightened her back. She was trying to gather her courage, Harry noticed.
"My mother and I would prefer to stay here, Your Grace … At least for the winter … If you will allow it," Sansa said as her hand began moving up and down. Harry noticed that she had a good technique when it came to giving a handjob. Her hand moved all the way down to the base before sliding all the way up to the head. She was working his cock with long, deep strokes, and Harry was very appreciative of her efforts.
Sansa squeaked when Harry grabbed her naked ass and moved her until her wet, hot pussy trapped his erection against his belly. She could feel the underside of his monstrously large shaft snuggled deep between her plump, bald lips. "I don't know, my dear. Perhaps you can convince me," she heard him tease.
Without having to think, her hips were moving as she rubbed herself against him. She heard him let out a guttural moan as he leaned back. Sansa placed her hands on his chest and used him for leverage. Back and forth her hips moved while his hands explored her wet, soapy skin. Sansa had never been with a man before, so she didn't know exactly what to expect. She had, of course, touched herself before. Many times in fact. But this was so much better. She loved feeling him pressed so hard against her womanhood. She loved drawing moans from him using only her body. Finally feeling like a grown woman, she leaned forward a bit so that her nipples were "accidentally" brushing against his face. He took the bait. Sansa squealed softly when he lightly bit down on her nub. She watched as he gave it a little tug. Her breasts stretched out a tad before he let go. Down below, her clit was swollen and sensitive, but that didn't stop her from grinding it against him. The sensation was incredible. After only a few minutes of stimulating herself against his cock, Sansa's body was trembling. The young King was laying kisses all over her naked tits, and just the thought of someone so handsome and powerful using her body in such a way made her want to …
"OH!" Sansa squeaked out. Her body bucked, and she pressed down hard against him. His hands were softly stroking the length of her back while she choked out a moan. Even before she could finish cumming, Harold pulled her in for a kiss. Sansa happily returned it as she attempted to devour his mouth. Finally breaking the kiss, he kept his hands on her ass while she sat on his cock. He gave her ass a squeeze. "Shall we go to the bedroom so that you can finish "convincing" me?" she heard him ask. Sansa was in a world of her own. She nodded happily and nuzzled his neck with her nose when he lifted her up bridal style. As the door closed behind them, Sansa wasn't ready for what he had in store.
Chapter 45
Sansa Stark let out a cute yelp as her body was dropped onto King Harold's bed. 'King Harold,' she thought with great excitement. Just the thought of being in a King's bed … Well, she nearly came on the spot. Thinking that he would simply lie between her legs and fuck her, she wasn't prepared for when he pushed her thighs apart and lowered his face between her legs. She felt his breath wash over her burning hot pussy. She was about to gasp loudly, but not wanting to act like a fool, she clapped her hand over her mouth and remained quiet. When he gave her slit a soft lick, staying quiet became a lot harder. When he kissed her hard, swollen clit, it was nearly impossible.
His mouth moved up, and he placed kisses all over her smooth mound as his hands caressed her slim belly. Unable to stay quiet any longer, Sansa gasped quietly as his fingertips tickled her ribs. Arching her back, she thrust her lovely breasts into the air while accidentally rubbing her pussy across his lips. She was punished by having her thighs pinned open while he viciously sucked on her clit. Sansa cried out and grabbed her breasts. There was a slight amount of pain as he sucked on her, but the pleasure far outweighed it. Harold's hands climbed higher until he had two handfuls of her perky tits. Sansa felt his thumbs flicking back and forth over the hard, little nubs, drawing pleasured gasps from her sweet, pink lips. By that point, her hips were thrusting, and she was fucking his mouth with her hard clit.
He suddenly let go of her clit with a wet pop, and he forced her legs closed before lifting them up. Not knowing what to expect, she squealed when she felt his tongue tracing the rim of her asshole. Her eyes fluttered while pathetic whimpers escaped from her lips. Again, he licked the length of her damp slit before he started laying kisses all over the backs of her thighs.
"My Lord … Please," she begged him. Her pussy felt as though it were on fire. She needed relief. She needed him inside of her. It seemed that he quickly took her up on her offer. Her legs were released, and they started sliding down each side of his body. They were stopped by the crooks of his elbows. He then leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Sansa moaned into his mouth as her body was folded in half. As she kissed him harder, she felt the head of his giant cock brushing against her slit. When it was just in the right spot, he slammed his hips forward, claiming her body in a single go. Sansa squealed into his mouth as her insides stretched to accept his massive girth. Thankfully, he gave her time to adjust to his size. However, it wasn't long before her lower half was squirming, a clear sign that she was ready to go. He answered her by pulling his hips back and slowly pushing them forward. Sansa broke the kiss and turned her head to the side. She cried out with a whorish moan as every inch of her tunnel was stimulated by his fat cock. The head mashed against her G-spot, making her toes curl before finally hitting the wall of her cervix.
Harry sucked on her neck while his hips picked up the tempo. He could feel her silky walls squeezing his shaft and fluttering around him with every thrust. Sansa was cooing and mewling fiercely as he repeatedly hit her G-spot. As he did, the wet sounds of their fucking became even lewder and louder. 'Just like her mother,' Harry thought to himself. He was suddenly filled with pride when he realized that this was the second mother-daughter combo that he had taken to bed. 'Perhaps I should claim Myrcella and make it three,' he naughtily thought as he hit Sansa's special spot again. Her body bucked, and she squeaked loudly. The smell of her wet pussy was growing stronger, and he certainly didn't mind. In his mind, the day wasn't complete unless his room smelled of a beautiful woman's arousal.
Sansa's insides were becoming insanely tight, as though her body was tempting him to release inside of her. Little did he know that Sansa was practically praying for such an occurrence. She wanted him to seed her. Switching things up, he flipped her so that her ass was up in the air. Harry's eyes focused on her swollen pussy. Her plump, hairless lips were fat with arousal and pinker than normal. Her inner lips were peaking out slightly as her hole, which had just been gaped by his fat cock, was just starting to tighten back up. Harry let his hands caress her smooth, shapely ass. He gave her cheeks a squeeze and found them to be quite fleshy. He gave her ass a slap and watched as her cheeks jiggled from the contact. Her pussy was slick with wetness. In fact, she was so wet that her juices were rolling down her lips and pooling on her mound before dripping off onto his bedsheets. He teased her by forming a small O with his lips and blowing cool air all over her scalding pussy. Sansa gasped, and her ass clenched. He could see her puckered hole flexing every time he toyed with her sensitive pussy and clit. Sansa whined and rubbed the underside of his shaft with her bare feet. The girl was desperate for a good, hard fucking, and Harry was going to give it to her.
He slapped his cock against her opening before stuffing the head into her. Holding her by the waist, he easily slipped between her folds and filled her back up. By then, she was already properly stretched, so he immediately began pounding her ass harder and harder. The clapping of her cheeks was a wonderful sound, Harry concluded as his hands explored her wide hips. He gave her hips a squeeze, and his cock throbbed at their thickness. 'These are good child-bearing hips,' he thought as the clapping of her ass was drowned by her pleasured moans. Reaching between her legs, he started to massage her clit. Harry was rewarded by her pussy squeezing him tightly. Her moans turned into high-pitched squeals, and he could feel her body beginning to shake. Harry couldn't stop himself from moaning as her pussy began milking the cum straight from his balls. He palmed her cheeks and spread them apart. He could see her asshole winking at him as he fired his first shot. Throwing his head back, he groaned happily as he filled her with his seed.
Sansa's eyes were twitching as she felt him begin to cum. Her insides became warm, and she was filled with excitement. She desperately hoped that she would end up with child. How great would that be, she asked herself. To end up the mother of his child would be like a dream come true. He would have to marry her, she would live here forever as a Queen, and then she would rule all of … Sansa cut her thoughts off right there. There was no need to go overboard just yet. Her pussy was still fluttering and milking his cock as her upper half collapsed onto the bed. Harry didn't stop fucking her until she was overflowing with his cum.
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The following morning, Harry woke up and stretched. As he opened his eyes, he saw that Sansa wasn't there. Focusing, he heard her in the bathroom splashing around in his large tub. He noticed that he had slept longer than he normally did. It wasn't surprising since he had been going nonstop for weeks without any breaks for rest. He turned his head as his bedroom door slowly and quietly opened. Catelyn Stark's head eased through the opening, and she smiled when she saw him awake. She slipped in and quietly closed the door behind her. She was wearing one of the very thin, silk robes that were fashionable in his city. Practically every woman wore them before breakfast. Catelyn's robe, however, wasn't tied properly, and the upper half was falling open. Because of this, he caught an eyeful of her tits as she crawled on his bed.
"Good morning, Your Grace," she purred sexily, pulling his blanket down and exposing his nude body. Before he could say anything, she was already kissing his thighs and hips. "I hope you slept well," she said, grabbing his hard cock and kissing his sack.
Harry closed his eyes and ran his fingers through her long tresses. "I slept wonderfully," he answered, inwardly smirking when he thought about Sansa only a door away.
"I'm glad to hear it," she told him, her tongue wiggling against his sack before she licked him from the base of his cock, all the way to the tip. When she reached the tip, she placed her lips to it and swirled her tongue around. Harry fought off the urge to thrust his hips upward. "I have just received a letter, Your Grace," she said, kissing the tip of his cock. Her hand then began to lazily stroke him up and down, making sure to keep him as hard as a rock.
"Oh?" Harry groaned. "From who?" he asked as she placed kisses all along his lower belly.
"Winterfell," she answered. "Winter has arrived, and it is a particularly brutal one. There has already been at least one heavy blizzard, and food will surely run low soon. I was hoping that you did not forget our alliance," she looked him in the eyes as she rubbed the head of his cock against her lips.
"I have not forgotten," Harry told her. "I can have ships arriving there in a few days … if I was so inclined," he said, smiling. Without verbally answering, Catelyn shrugged off her silk robe, exposing her nude body, and opened her mouth, taking him down her throat. She nearly gagged as he hit the back of her throat before going even further. She pulled her head back until only the head was in her mouth. She then went back down and made a "GURK" sound as her nose touched his finely-trimmed pubic hair. She was on her third bob of the head when the bathroom door opened. Sansa Stark came out completely nude while rubbing a snowy white towel against her long, damp hair. Her naked body was still damp, and it was glistening in the morning light that was pouring through the windows. She sputtered when she saw what was going on.
Sansa turned to look at him with wide eyes before turning back to her mother. Cately didn't seem to know that Sansa had entered the room. "MOTHER!" she screeched, the damp towel dropping from her hand. Catelyn pulled off of his cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips with the tip of Harry's penis.
Catelyn was a bit shocked to see Sansa in such a state, especially in King Harold's room. Of course, she had been pushing her daughter to bed the man, but she had no idea that she had been so close to accomplishing the task. She was suddenly filled with motherly pride as she saw her daughter standing beside the King's bed.
"Now, now, Sansa. There's no need to be angry," Harold suddenly joined in. "Catelyn was just finalizing a treaty between our two kingdoms … Isn't that right, love?" he asked the older woman, tickling her under the chin. Catelyn's eyes fluttered, and her pussy clenched tightly. Without thinking, she silently nodded.
"Yes, but …" Sansa began.
"Winter is upon the North, and the people will soon be without meat, blankets, warm clothes, fresh vegetables … I plan to provide them all at a steep discount," Harry said, stroking Catelyn's cheek. His other hand found the back of Sansa's leg, and he started erotically stroking the back of her knee. He felt Sansa tremble under his touch. "Of course, I intend to keep you both here in my city as a way to strengthen the bond between our kingdoms."
Sansa's face began to heat up. Obviously, she wished to stay here. She was even hoping to convince him to take her around the southern parts of the world where the winter was less harsh. She always wanted to travel and visit far-off places … as long as she could travel in style that is. Harold's private ship was the definition of luxury, and it could travel much faster than other ships. His fingers slid up the back of her leg until they were softly caressing the bottom of her shapely ass. This caused her brain to momentarily fog, and she forgot what she was thinking about. Seeing her mother lovingly nuzzling the underside of Harold's beautiful cock with her nose and lips made her remember. 'Oh, yes … the trip,' she thought.
She wanted to visit Meereen and Yi Ti. She wanted to walk the white beaches of the Summer Isles and stare at the ruins of old Valyria. She wanted to see Great Moraq, Leng, and even Asshai. Maybe she could even convince him to sail by the coast of Ulthos, the most mysterious continent on Planetos. Harold would even take her to see Sothoryos where they would make love on the beach. It would be perfect … If she could convince him to take her, of course. There was no guarantee that would happen. He was quite busy and not only that, but there were other women competing for his attention and affection. Her mother had made that very clear. "The Tyrell whores have no intention of leaving him. Alerie makes eyes at him every time he's near. It's absolutely disgraceful," her mother had raved. "She's a married woman after all!"
Up until recently, her mother was married as well. Seeing her laying kisses around his cock was like a punch in the gut. In Sansa's opinion, her mother had a lot of nerve talking bad about Alerie when she wasn't all that much better. It was all very disgraceful. Her father hadn't been dead all that long, and here she was, naked in another man's bed. Sansa took a deep breath and calmed herself. She remembered what her mother had taught her as soon as her body began blooming.
"Always remember that women are at a distinct disadvantage. The only thing that we have working in our favor is our beauty and our charm. One day you will be married, and you must use both to get what you want. Should your husband die, whether of disease or in battle, you must not sit and mourn for long. Unwed and Noble is a very dangerous situation to be in. Should you not assert yourself, someone will surely come along and attempt to use you for their own gain. Be smart, Sansa. Use the tools you were born with to your advantage," her mother had said. Sansa knew her words to be true. As much as she didn't like it, Sansa watched as her mother followed her own advice. She was attempting to earn a place for herself here in the city while also securing an alliance that was vital for the North's survival. Sansa found it difficult to be angry at that. After all, wasn't she doing the same thing? Sansa placed her knee on the bed and climbed on, laying next to her King. She placed her hand on his bare chest and scooted so close that her nude body was pressed against his. Her mother caught her gaze momentarily before taking him back into her mouth.
Sansa watched her mother work his cock with her mouth. As much as she hated to admit it, her mother appeared to be more talented with her mouth than she was. This annoyed her quite a bit. When her mother moaned from sucking his cock, Sansa scowled. It was even worse when Harold moaned. Sansa wanted to be the one to make him feel good. How was she going to get him to marry her when he already had women like her mother there to suck him off at every opportunity? The only option was to make sure he knew that she was there to be used as well. She started rubbing his muscular chest with her palm while sucking sounds filled the room. Harold was gently scratching her mother's scalp while she sucked him, making her purr in the process. Sansa had never wanted to slap her more than she did at that moment. Instead, she leaned in and began laying kisses across his jaw. When she felt him lean into her touch, she turned his head and kissed him on the lips. Opening her mouth, Sansa deepened the kiss while her hand moved down his toned stomach.
Harry was very happy to see that Sansa was coming around to his way of thinking. As she snuggled in closer, Harry slid his hand down her naked back and over her ass. His fingers easily found their way down the crack of her ass until they brushed over her asshole. Sansa gasped into his mouth as her body bucked. Deciding to stay there for a bit of naughty fun, Harry leaned in and used his free hand to cup her naked pussy. Sansa opened her legs for him, exposing herself to the room. He ran his fingers up and down her slit, enjoying how slick and warm her lips were. He moved his fingers up to her clit and began to rub circles around the hard nub.
This time it was Sansa who moaned. Her legs were opened wide, and her aroused scent mixed with the scent of her mother's wet pussy. The sensation of having both of her holes stimulated at the same time was strange at first, but she quickly grew to tolerate it, and then actually enjoy it. Feeling the tip of his finger toying with her back entrance, threatening to enter her was scary as well as arousing. Feeling him play with her clit was another story altogether. As far as she was concerned, he could play with her clit all day every day. She adored the sensation, and her only wish was that he was sucking on it rather than rubbing it. Just then, his fingers moved back down and entered her. Sansa broke the kiss and cried out with a soft squeal. Her walls were already squeezing his invading fingers. As he curled his fingers and played with her most secret spot, Sansa bowed her back, thrusting her chest out. Her lover happily leaned down and captured her hard nipple between his lips.
Catelyn looked up and saw her daughter having an orgasm. It was strange for the pair to be in such erotic positions with the same man at the same time. Nonetheless, Catelyn kept sucking him off with as much passion as she could muster. The survival of the North may very well rest in Harold's palms. If he wanted both of them in bed together, then she would go along with it. It appeared that her daughter felt the same way. There was also the fact that her body was betraying her. She doubted that she could walk away even if she wanted. Her pussy was needy, and she could barely stop herself from jumping on his cock right there in front of Sansa. Sucking hard on his head, she used one hand to furiously jerk his shaft up and down while her other hand fondled his enormous sack. Then, out of nowhere, she heard Sansa cry out. She looked up just in time for her daughter's pussy to squirt in her direction. Catelyn flinched as her ejaculation hit her right in the face. More squirted out and sprayed the tops of her dangling tits while even more fell on her back. As her tongue massaged the underside of his head, Catelyn heard him moan deeply while his body stiffened. She immediately knew what was coming. Acting on its own, her body was suddenly hovering over his long, thick erection. She slammed down on it just in time to take the entire load of cum spurting from the tip. Up and down her body moved, pumping the cum from his balls. She wasn't sure how long he came for, and she didn't care. Her body was in control now. Her ass bounced up and down as she fucked her King right in front of her daughter. There was no embarrassment, shame, or remorse. She threw her head back and screamed to the heavens as she violently came all over his cock. Once she had, she collapsed forward and lay on top of him. She blocked Sansa's annoyed voice from her ears as she wrapped her arms around Harold's neck and kissed passionately.
Harry smirked as Catelyn began kissing his chest while Sansa, with a determined look, scooted down to his cock and began sucking him off. The thought of her licking her mother's cum from his cock had him hard within seconds. He decided to take the morning off and just enjoy the benefits of being a King.