Chapter 61
The journey from the first battlefield was long and cold, Lord Manderly had thought as he shivered through his many layers of blubber. With nothing to do except sit on the back of his horse, he cured his boredom by recounting his many heroic deeds as he and his men clashed with the Boltons. 'They will write songs about me,' he thought smugly.
In his delusional mind, Lord Manderly pictured himself as a broad-chested and valiant warrior singlehandedly taking down dozens of men. Reality couldn't have been farther from the truth. However, the truth had no place in history, Manderly knew. As the victor, he was the one to decide what the truth was. His internal pontifications of the future were put on hold as one of his Captains called out to him.
"My Lord! The forward scouts have informed me that Winterfell is only a mile beyond the upcoming tree break!"
The news should have been joyous. It meant that their long and miserable struggle would soon be ending. They would take back Winterfell from the clutches of the Ironborn, and he would finally get to return home to his warm bed and full larder. His stomach didn't agree with those sentiments. Just the thought of another fierce battle made his guts churn and …
"We'll stop here for the night," Manderly called back as his stomach gurgled. "Give the men time to rest. Now, if you will excuse me …" He slid off his horse and nearly fell as his feet hit the frozen, uneven ground. Holding his gut and clenching his buttcheeks, he disappeared into the forest for a bit of privacy.
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Asha Greyjoy's eyes fluttered open. Something had woke her up. Rolling onto her side, she looked out the window and found the sky colored in reds and oranges. The sun was barely making itself known. Having stayed up most of the night drinking, this was way too early to be waking up. Her pounding head and dry mouth were a reminder of why it wasn't a good idea to drink yourself sloppy, but how could she pass it up?
The previous day, her men came across a wagon full of trade goods while on patrol. After killing the trader, they discovered it was loaded with expensive wines and liquors from that new city in Essos. Had she decided to send the goods back home like she was supposed to, they would have been very welcome in the Iron Islands, but she felt that her men deserved a treat. The celebration was joyous and lasted into the wee hours of the night. Unfortunately, now she was paying for it. The blast of a warhorn made her flinch and grit her teeth. Her temples pulsated, and her head throbbed painfully. Just then, one of her men rushed into her room without knocking on the door. Asha immediately sat up, exposing her nude breasts.
"The Manderly army approaches!" he told her, but not before taking a quick look at her chest. Asha didn't bother covering up. It had been a long time since a man first took her, and she was no longer shy about nudity. Even so, such an indiscretion against her would not go unpunished, and she reminded herself to have the man horse whipped after this was all done. Not having the time to worry about that now, Asha got out of bed and grabbed the pile of clothes from the floor. As her body straightened back up, she saw that the man was still greedily staring at her nude form.
"OUT!" she barked, and the man quickly left her room. Muttering under her breath, she threw on her clothes and draped a fur over her shoulders.
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"Where is he, My Lord?" Manderly's Captain asked as they looked up at the sky. "He said daybreak … Did he not?"
"He did," Manderly confirmed, turning his head from side to side but not seeing anything. That wasn't surprising as the sky was full of dreary gray clouds.
"We are almost within range of their archers," the Captain nervously said.
"We must trust his word," Manderly reiterated shakily. He was very nervous but tried not to show it. Winterfell was a hulking castle, and they had no shot of penetrating its thick walls.
"There!" one of his shoulders shouted. Manderly looked at him and saw that he was pointing at the sky. Following his finger, Manderly saw the black dragon breaking through the cloud cover in a shallow dive. His men cheered happily, knowing they hadn't been left like pigs for the slaughter.
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Melisandre's arms tightened around his waist as Daemon swooped wide circles around Winterfell. She gasped nervously as the dragon suddenly dove. The wind was cold and fierce, which wasn't something she enjoyed. Harold chuckled as she hid her face against his back.
Harry trained his eyes on the castle as it grew larger and larger. At the last second, Daemon extended his massive wings and pulled up. His sprawling wings flapped powerfully, slowing them into a hover. Down below, Harry could see the panicked Ironborn scrambling to escape the beast. A few brave warriors fired arrows at his dragon, but there was no hope of them penetrating its armored scales. Slowly, they began to sink, and when they were at the right height, Daemon's maw erupted in a short burst of wickedly hot fire. Everyone guarding the gate was set ablaze, and the lucky few who were far enough away from the flames ran into the castle. As Daemon landed, Harry easily slid off his back and helped Melisandre off. No words were said. He had his job, and she had hers. Harry and his dragon guarded the gate, though no one was dumb enough to set foot outside the castle when a fire-breathing beast was on patrol.
Melisandre dropped to her knees and began praying to her fire god. The frigid air around her started growing warm. Before long, it was sweltering. The dirty snow beneath her melted into a puddle, wetting the bottom of her dress. Her eyes were subordinately closed in a show of respect to her god, so she could not watch as the iron gate glowed red. The color lightened as it grew hotter, first orange, then white. After a few minutes of this, the iron began melting. The sheer weight of the gargantuan gate was enough to pull it down and cause the metal to twist and warp. The sound of it hitting the ground was deafening, and when all was said and done, the gate was nothing more than a pile of wreckage that had fallen off to the side, leaving a wide-open path for the invaders. Melisandre opened her eyes and smiled. After thanking R'hllor for his gift, she walked to her Lord with wide hips swaying and wrapped her arms around his armored waist. "It is done, My Lord," she said sweetly.
"Excellent job, my dear," Harry praised her as he turned and kissed her forehead. Melisandre closed her eyes and purred sexily. All she wanted was for this to be over with so she could celebrate with Harold in a nice warm bath before moving their celebration to a nice warm bed. After that, they could go home to the city she loved. 'All in good time,' she promised herself. Her moment was interrupted by screaming soldiers as they poured in through the open archway. Harry turned to face her, and Melisandre couldn't help but kiss him deeply. She was very pleased when he reached down and palmed her ass. When his lips found her neck, she mewled cutely and squirmed in his grip. Sadly, their intimate embrace couldn't last forever. He let her go and helped her back onto the back of the dragon.
"Stay on Daemon, and no one will bother you," he told her, not wanting her to enter the castle where the fighting would be. Melisandre nodded and was secretly happy to be back on the dragon. The beast's body was extremely warm. She wasn't happy when he nodded and disappeared into the castle, leaving her alone.
Harry stayed back for the most part, letting Manderly's men do most of the dirty work. They far outnumbered the Ironborn, who had less than eight hundred men after sacking Winterfell. Still, it was a dangerous task. The Ironborn hid in alcoves and empty rooms, ready to ambush them at an opportune time. Harry had done his part to soften them up. The previous day, he had one of his drones act like a trader and drive around a wagon full of his strongest alcohol. Of course, he was quickly spotted since he wasn't trying to hide, and the goods were taken. From the number of empty bottles strewn throughout the castle, Harry suspected they had had a night full of drunken merriment. He also suspected they had terrible hangovers, which was exactly what he was hoping for. Screams and the clanking of metal echoed through the hallways and corridors. Harry walked alone, moving his way into the castle's upper floors. Pushing open a closed door, he heard silence, then out of nowhere, a sword flashed, and his ears were filled with a warcry. Raising his arm, he blocked the cheap blade just before it came down on his head. The sword bounced off with a spark, and he felt heavy vibrations down his arm. The man had put all of his strength into that swing. Harry shoved him away, sending him tumbling head over heels into the room.
Another sword was quick to follow. It thrust toward his neck, and Harry twisted to the side and let it pass by him. At its furthest, Harry grabbed the blade and hit it with magical lightning. There was a blinding flash, a loud pop, and a pained scream. Stepping into the room, he saw what he was working with. The man he had pushed down was just getting up. The man he had electrocuted was on the ground, convulsing, and there were two more getting ready to attack. Throwing his hand out, a blast of fire erupted from his palm, setting the two men on fire. Their screams would have given any normal man nightmares. Blinded by the fire, they ran into each other and fell to the ground. They did the correct thing and rolled around, trying to extinguish the blaze, but it was useless. His magical fire wouldn't be quenched until they had been turned to ash. The convulsing Ironborn still on the ground was already as good as dead. Harry showed mercy and ended his suffering. Focusing his power, the man's metal helmet caved in from all sides and crushed his head into paste. His body immediately fell limp. Harry then turned to the last man. Wide, terrified eyes met his determined gaze, and the man stumbled backward, trying to get as far away from him as possible. His back hit the stone wall, and he had nowhere to go.
"Demon!" he gasped as his body trembled terribly. The shaking was so bad that his sword dropped from his hand and hit the floor with a loud clang. Harry could only chuckle at his conclusion.
"Close enough," Harry chuckled again. Pulling out his sword, he decided to give the man a quick death. There was no need for any unnecessary suffering. Harry only got one step closer when the man let out a high-pitched scream, turned, and jumped out of the open window. Harry blinked as his scream became increasingly softer as he plummeted to the ground. Hearing a soft thump, Harry went to the window. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Sticking his head out, he looked down and saw the man sprawled out on the ground. If he had been hoping for a quick, clean death, he was wrong. All four arms and legs were bent in unnatural angles, and Harry could see the man coughing and gasping. The drop was long but not long enough to ensure an instant death.
"Huh," was all Harry could really say. 'The snow must have softened the impact,' he thought. With an amused snort, Harry turned away from the window and continued through the castle.
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Asha pulled her sword from the corpse's belly and took note of her situation. Two more of her men were dead, and she only had three more with her at that moment, one of them being her brother, Theon. The clattering of boot steps could be heard coming up the stairs. From the sound, she could tell it was more soldiers than she and her men could currently handle.
"Follow me," she quietly called out to her men. They moved slowly through the corridor and away from the oncoming steps. "We need to get down to ground level. There's a small tunnel that goes under the wall. We can make it to the woods and then back to our ship. It's our only hope," she said as the dragon outside roared again. They could feel the stones vibrating under their feet from the loud roar. Dust was knocked free from the ceiling and slowly covered their heads and shoulders. Asha didn't enjoy running like a coward, but she also didn't like the idea of becoming dragon fodder. With the castle full of intruders, there was nothing else they could do. The fight was already over. The only question left was if they would make it out alive.
"How do you know about the tunnel?" Theon asked her. He had lived in Winterfell most of his life and hadn't heard about this tunnel.
"The Maester told me before I slit his throat," Asha said easily. The fact that the Starks had been keeping this a secret from him severely irritated him. In his heart, he knew that they would never accept him or fully trust him. Then he remembered that he had, in fact, betrayed them. Theon was momentarily filled with shame before his survival instincts kicked in again. He couldn't think about that right now. All his focus should be on his plan for escape.
Asha picked up the pace until they were nearly in a dead run. Ahead of them, a body slammed into the wall from a connecting side corridor, and then out stepped a man in black armor. He drove his black sword into her fellow Ironborn's belly. She could distinctly hear the blade bury itself into the stone wall. The Ironborn wailed in agony as he gripped the blade in his stomach. Stopping dead in their tracks, Asha watched with horrifying fascination as the Ironborn's legs gave out, and he slowly slid down the wall. The black blade must have been razor sharp, Asha theorized, because as the man slid down, his flesh offered no resistance. Fueled by his own body weight, his body was slowly split in half until the blade exited just left of his neck. When the body finally tumbled over, the two vertical halves of his torso flowered open and dropped with a meaty thump. The dark warrior pulled his sword from the stone wall and turned to them.
Panic immediately froze her until he took his first step toward them. Coming to her senses, Asha shoved two of her men forward. "Attack!" she shouted before tucking her tail between her legs and running for it. Screams and the impacts of metal on metal were heard behind her, but Asha wasn't about to waste a single second looking behind her. She slipped into another side corridor, her head twisting from side to side as she looked for an escape. She found a stairwell that led down and went down it two steps at a time.
Theon was huffing and puffing as he closely followed his sister. He wasn't even paying attention to where they were heading. All he wanted was to get into the safety of the woods. Through twists and turns, they somehow found their way to the ground floor. They tore past several groups of men fighting, ignoring their screams and cries of pain. At some point, Theon nearly fell when he slipped on a large pool of blood. Thankfully, he regained his balance, but that mistake cost him. He was now half a corridor behind his fleeing sister. Still, he followed her every move. Asha turned left and out of sight. A few seconds later, Theon followed. The cold wind hit his face, and his heart soared when he realized he was outside. The castle wall was a short distance away, and he could see that his sister was running toward a specific place. The stitch in his side was growing more painful, but he ignored it as much as possible. Freedom was within reach. "There! Stop them!" Theon heard from behind. He didn't look back to see who it was who was yelling. His eyes were locked onto his sister's back. Asha reached a small stone shed and disappeared inside. When he finally arrived, a trap door was wide open, and Asha was nowhere to be seen. Theon didn't hesitate to jump down into the unknown. His feet hit a stone surface, and he was off running into the darkness.
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"In there! They went in there!" Harry heard one of Manderly's men shout while pointing at a dilapidated stone hut. They ran into the building, and Harry followed. When he arrived, they were all standing around an open trap door, though no one was going in.
"Well?" Harry asked impatiently. One of the men looked up at him.
"It's dark, Mi'Lord. We can't see," he said, hoping he wouldn't be ordered down anyway. Harry sighed and jumped down. As soon as he landed, he ignited his blade, filling the narrow tunnel with light. He began walking as more of the men joined him. The tunnel was longer than he expected, spanning hundreds of meters. Being tall and broad-shouldered, Harry couldn't take it on the run, forcing him to go slow and steady. As he neared the end, the tunnel lightened. Extinguishing the fire from his sword, he reached a rickety wooden ladder that led up and out of the tunnel. Climbing through an open trap door, Harry spotted two fingers in the distance, running through the woods.
"I got 'em," one of the men said confidently while aiming his bow. He let loose an arrow that missed the closest of the pair by several feet. Harry snatched the bow from his grip.
"Arrow," Harry ordered, holding out his hand. He took the arrow that was handed to him and notched it. Holding the bow steadily, he pulled back the string and aimed.
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Theon Greyjoy wanted to shout with glee when he exited the tunnel and reached the safety of the woods. At least he did until an arrow whizzed by him. He put on a burst of speed and nearly caught up with his sister when he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his buttocks. "AAAAAAH!" he shouted, losing his footing and hitting the ground hard. He saw his sister look back with a frightened expression. Theon followed her gaze and saw the dark-armored man coming directly for them in the distance. Turning back to his sister, Theon pleaded for help. "ASHA!" he cried out, but his sister broke left and barely dodged an arrow that embedded itself into a tree directly where her head would have been. "ASHAAAA!" he screamed, wincing in pain as he crawled. His sister never looked back. Within seconds, she was out of sight.
His fingers dug into the snowy ground as he pulled himself along. He grunted when a boot hit his back and pinned him in place. "Theon Greyjoy … What a pleasant surprise," an amused voice said. Theon tried to break free but hissed in pain from the arrow sticking out of his ass. "Allow me to get that for you."
Theon choked out a cry of pain as the arrow was ripped from his ruined buttock. His eyes were watery, and snot was running down his chin. "ASHA!" he squealed one last time before someone kicked him in the face. He was dragged to his feet and could barely stand due to the sudden concussion and injured backside.
"The Starks are very eager to see you again, Theon," the dark figure told him. Theon knew that this wouldn't end well for him. "Take him away and put him in chains," he ordered.
"What about the other one, Mi'Lord?" Theon raised his head and looked around for his sister, but his vision was too blurry to see anything properly. He groaned and let his head slump.
"She's long gone by now, but I'm sure I'll see her again soon," the dark figure chuckled. As he was being dragged away, Theon's vision darkened, and he finally lost consciousness.
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By the time they had taken back Winterfell, Harry was sick of the freezing temperatures of the North. He wanted to spend some time traveling and exploring the rest of the unknown world before the winter fully set in. Deciding to take a break, Harry left a copy of himself in the North to help get things in order for the return of the Stark women. Once done, his copy would return Melisandre to his city. Before venturing forth, Harry wanted to relax in his city for a while. Being away from home for so long helped him appreciate what he had built. Most of his city's permanent residents had probably already forgotten how hard and dreary life was outside his city walls.
Appearing in King's Garden, Harry walked across the bridge, enjoying the salty air. Large trading vessels were still coming and going, ensuring prosperity for years to come. The wind outside the city walls was strong, and Harry could see decently-sized whitecaps crashing against the rocks. The massive walls protected the city from the turbulent weather; however, the bridge didn't offer that same protection. The wind whipped his hair around, and more than once, he had to brush it away from his lips. Harry could feel the effects of winter. The air was colder than when he was last there. His people wouldn't have to worry about the winter chill, though. The same runes and enchantments that kept the city cool in the summer would also keep it warm in the winter.
Reaching the castle, everyone inside seemed to have been informed of his arrival during his walk across the long bridge. As soon as he entered, he was met by his Mistress of Coin, Missandei. Behind her was a wall of servants waiting for any orders he might have. She immediately stepped up to him and lowered her head subordinately. "Welcome back, My Lord," she said. He had missed her soft, sweet voice.
"It's good to see you again, Missandei," he smiled at her. "Very good, indeed," he added when he saw her dress. The expensive silk fit her slim form wonderfully, and the deep neckline accentuated her perky breasts. "I wish to have a meeting with you tonight," he told her, unable to keep the impure thoughts from his head. "Come to my room after dinner, and we'll … talk about a few things."
Missandei looked a bit embarrassed but pleased nonetheless. "Of course, My Lord … Whatever you desire," she pledged. Harry could see the blush forming on her smooth, dusky skin. After informing his staff that he had no immediate use for them, Harry began making his way to the upper part of the castle where his room was located. On the way, he met another familiar face. Cersei was waiting outside of her room looking like a wet dream. A soft, sensual smile was plastered across her beautiful face.
"It's wonderful to see you again, Nephew," she greeted him. Her eyes were practically twinkling.
"And you, Cersei," Harry smiled back. His eyes drifted down her form. The dark purple dress she was wearing looked great on her. It was form-fitting with large slits up the skirt that went all the way up to her hips. The entire dress was accentuated with various gold and jeweled bits. "New dress?" Harry guessed. Cersei smiled wider and spun.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"I think the dressmakers in King's Garden are very happy you've returned. That dress must have cost me a small fortune," he said with a teasing smile.
"Indeed, it did," she smiled, not bothering to lie. "But I'm not altogether happy with it. It's too heavy for my tastes," she said, turning to go back into her room. Before she did, she pulled the straps from her elegant shoulders, and the dress dropped from her sexy body and pooled at her feet. Stepping out of the expensive pile of material, she looked over her shoulder with a seductive expression he knew very well. No words were needed. She walked into her room with her hips swaying and her luscious cheeks jiggling. The fact that she didn't close the door told him everything he needed to know. Not one to pass up such an invitation, Harry followed her in and shut the door behind him.
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Harry woke up in the best way possible. As soon as his eyes opened, he blurrily looked down and saw that Missandei had pushed his legs open. Her head was bobbing up and down as she took as much of his length down her throat as possible. His eyes moved down her bare back and onto her naked ass, which was sticking up in the air. Her thin waist flared into a pair of hips that he loved holding onto when he took her from behind. Harry moaned as her lips slid across his shaft while dragging her tongue along his length. Missandei was an expert at giving head, and he expected nothing less of her. She had always been eager to please him in every way possible.
"I appreciate your efforts, my dear," Harry moaned, and Missandei sucked even harder in response. "It's such a pleasant way to wake up."
Missandei let go of him with a wet pop from her mouth, but her hand continued to work his cock. She smiled warmly at him, happy that she had pleased him. "Thank you, My Lord," she said, lowering her head in submission. "Shall I continue?" she asked for permission. Harry thought about it for a second before answering.
"Straddle my lap," he told her. Missandei didn't hesitate. She began crawling on top of him and was about to throw her leg over his waist when he stopped her. "Face the other way," he ordered. Not missing a beat, she turned around and straddled his lap, facing away from him. Her hands gripped his shins, and she leaned forward, offering her holes to him. Harry stuffed the head of his cock into her wet pussy, and Missandei didn't waste a moment before sliding down on his shaft. Harry's hips automatically thrust upward as her wet, silky folds were dragged down his throbbing cock. As he went deeper, Missandei gasped as her g-spot was hit before he hit the deepest part of her. There was no need for her to rest and get used to his size. Her body belonged to him, and he was the only one allowed to use it. As such, she was perfectly stretched to fit his exact size. Immediately, she began rocking back and forth, riding him in the reverse cowgirl position.
Harry stared at the point of penetration, fascinated by the way her pussy lips clung to him so tightly. As she slid forward, her taut lips stretched away from her body in a desperate attempt to keep him inside. When she slid back down, the perverse, wet, squelching noise of a pussy getting fully stuffed echoed off the stone walls of his room. Missandei whimpered every time she took him back in. The dusky-skinned Naathi still had a problem with expressing her pleasure. Her time as a former slave had taught her to keep her expressions of pleasure, pain, sorrow, and the like to herself. She had come a long way in the short time they had been together, but she still had a long way to go. In the meantime, he would have to force her to express her pleasure properly.
He placed his hands on her slender ankles and slowly slid them up the backs of her calves. Harry loved how soft and smooth her skin was. When his fingers reached the backs of her knees, Harry gently toyed with her delicate skin. As he did so, he began slowly pumping his magic into her body. The results were immediate. She froze for a second and shuddered deeply. Her pussy became even tighter, and he could feel it pulsating against his shaft. Missandei snapped out of her momentary daze and began riding him again. This time, however, it was with much more passion and vigor. She drove her ass backward, fucking herself on his cock. Harry moaned deeply, letting her know he approved of her actions. Then, she leaned forward and started bouncing her ass. Harry was mesmerized by the way her ass jiggled and bounced and how her cheeks clapped together. He tickled the backs of her knees again and pumped even more magic into her. Missandei let out a whimpering squeak of pleasure. The sound of their fucking was getting wetter by the second. By then, she had absolutely soaked his crotch and lower belly with her womanly juices.
"Does it feel good, Missandei?" he asked her as he moved his hands up the backs of her incredibly soft thighs. Her skin was very warm and softer than the finest silk sold in his city.
"Yes, M-My Lord," she breathed out in a shaky voice.
His hands rose to her rippling cheeks, and his thumbs slipped between them. He slowly spread them open, exposing her tightest hole. Missandei gasped loudly but never stopped riding him. Instead, she drove her ass down until she was pressing hard against his body. Her hips began gyrating as she ground her pussy on his cock. Harry moved his thumb over to her asshole and gently caressed it. He flooded her body with magic, and Missandei cried out loudly, throwing her head back as she instantly came. Her body trembled uncontrollably while her pussy attempted to milk his cock. However, Harry wasn't ready to cum just yet. He pushed her body forward until she was on all fours. Remaining inside of her, Harry got up on his knees and gripped her thin waist tightly. With as much speed as he could, he brutally fucked her doggystyle while she continuously came.
Missandei's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her top half collapsed onto the bed. Her small hands gripped the blanket that had been pushed down to the foot of the bed by her when she decided to please her Lord while he slept. That was a decision she would never regret, despite the torturous pleasure he was now putting her through. Their night together had been wonderful, she thought. For hours, he made love to her, slowly and passionately. Missandei had practically purred as she lay back with her legs spread open wide. She had missed her Lord and was eager to welcome him home, and she did just that. He accepted the gift of her body with great enthusiasm. The number of orgasms she had experienced was too numerous to count, and she had fallen asleep draped over his body with a wide, happy smile on her pretty face. His homecoming was everything she had hoped it would be … but the following morning was different.
Gone was the slow, passionate thrusting, and it was replaced by the brutal pounding of a man hell-bent on wringing every last ounce of pleasure from her worn body. Missandei didn't mind, though. In truth, she loved being taken by him both ways. The only problem was that it felt too good. Her mind had gone fuzzy, and she couldn't think properly. All she could do was moan and cry into the bed as she was mercilessly fucked from behind.
Harry smiled down at the young woman, who had finally begun to moan unceremoniously. The insides of her thighs were wet as fat drops of pussy juice rolled down her smooth skin. Her lips were clutching his cock almost chokingly tight while she left behind white streaks of cream on it. He pressed his thumb harder against her asshole, and the tip popped in. With his magic coursing through her puckered hole, Missandei squealed loudly and bucked so hard that she nearly fell off the bed. Juices began spraying out of her pussy while her walls fluttered around him. That was enough to send him over the edge. Harry barely had enough time to pull out and cum all over her upturned ass. Globs of cum erupted from the tip and covered her cheeks. Another spurt rocketed forward and left a white line across her nude back. Having sufficiently marked her body, Harry shoved his cock back into her pussy and began fucking her all over again.
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Harry was pleased with the efficiency of his city's harbor. Of course, it was a little slow when it came to loading and unloading goods, but that was to be expected without the luxury of post-industrial machinery. Cargo ships loaded with blocks of ice from Beyond the Wall were lined up by the dozens. Sadly, soon, that money source would mostly dry up. Very few would need ice during the winter. Luckily, that lost revenue would be made up in the fur trade. Far east of his camp in Sothoryos, his drones had discovered an animal that looked like a beaver, though there were differences. One was that it was three times the size, and another was that it didn't have a tail. The giant rodent lived near the many rivers throughout Eastern Sothoryos and ate the small freshwater crustaceans that lived on the muddy banks. Their fur was very soft and dense, and they multiplied almost as fast as rabbits. Harry quickly ordered his drones to set up a farm so as not to deplete the natural population. Unfortunately, their meat was mildly toxic and wasn't fit for human consumption. It also had a smell that was slightly sickening. The good news was that the meat could be used with his massive spider farm. The giant spiders seemed to love the meat, and they didn't appear to suffer any side effects from eating it. Harry was quite glad that the meat didn't have to go to waste. The fur from the beaver-like creatures provided excellent protection from the cold. The fur products he was producing were growing in popularity every day. The thick fur blankets were especially popular in the North.
He had checked his books after his morning fun with Missandei and found that the amount of firewood going to Braavos had almost tripled. This fact didn't shock him in the least. Braavos was almost as far north as Winterfell and was getting colder by the week. His charcoal exports were doing just as well, though the Braavosi appeared to prefer wood due to the smoky flavor it gave their food. Harry couldn't argue with that. The Sothoryosi wood added an excellent flavor to food, and Harry preferred it himself.
His Auroch beef was moving better than ever. Now that everyone had noticed the signs of the impending winter, they were all working fast to sure up their depleted stocks. Harry couldn't produce his beef jerky fast enough. He had even created a special type of jerky that was overloaded with spices. All you had to do was drop it in a pot, add some broth, a potato, and Baby … You got a stew going. (RIP Carl Weathers) His grains were bought up as fast as he could grow them. The fresh fruits and vegetables remained about the same since they couldn't be stored for long periods of time. The smartest kingdoms and cities purchased large stocks of his dried fruits. Scurvy was a serious problem during winters when most people were forced to eat whatever they could get. That meant mostly bread for the poorest smallfolk. Of course, that wouldn't be a problem for his city. He would always have fresh fruits and vegetables available to his people.
Liquor sales were also going up. Most people falsely thought that it warmed their bodies in the cold. Even though that technically wasn't true, he allowed people to continue thinking that. If it helped them on those cold, lonely nights, who was he to deny them that small mercy?
His black trading ships spanned as far as he could see as they waited for their turn to unload. The sea was rough that day, and it was only due to his enchantments that there were no accidents. The large ships remained steady, even in the choppy water. He was brought out of his thoughts by the clicking of boots behind him. Harry turned and saw Cersei walking toward him. He stepped forward and greeted her. "Cersei," he nodded respectfully.
"Harold," she greeted him back. Cersei was wearing a form-fitting dress made from dark purple velvet. The bottom of the dress went down to her ankles and had only one slit that went up to her upper thigh. The top of the dress ended mid-bicep, leaving her pale shoulders bare. However, the striking feature of the dress was the neckline. The tops of her tits were completely exposed, and he was certain that her nipples would pop out if she wasn't careful. The woman was trying very hard to be the fashion icon of his city, and from what he knew, she was doing an excellent job. Many of the shops catered to her specific tastes in dress design. Having women walking around and showing more skin wasn't something he was going to complain about. He wondered how long it would be until they reached the point of the Qartheen women, who walk around with one breast exposed. He wasn't holding his breath for that to happen any time soon.
"I was about to visit King's Garden for a bit of shopping. My wardrobe is a disgrace," she told him, running her hand down her slim belly.
"I very much doubt that," Harry said, unconvinced. The woman shopped multiple times a week, and her closet was bursting at the seams. If that wasn't enough to convince him that she was full of shit, the bills he received from the giddy shop owners were. The only reason why he put up with her unreasonable spending was that she looked so damn good in those dresses. The fact that he often got to take them off of her helped as well.
"You're a man," Cersei snorted. "You wouldn't understand what it's like to be a woman of the Royal Family. We are expected to look our best at all times. I can't be seen wearing the same dress on many different occasions. Twice is acceptable. Three times … perhaps … if the dress is of the highest quality and if sufficient time has passed between wearings. Any more than that is a disgrace. You wouldn't have me embarrass our family, would you?" she asked, scooting up to him and slipping her arm around his. Her antics always amused him.
"Heaven forbid," Harry stated, trying hard not to chuckle. "What do we have if not our reputations? I can't have my beloved Aunt walking around in such rags. It would be unbecoming of me to deny the city the tempting splendor of you in a new form-fitting dress," he teased. Cersei smiled despite the fact that she knew he was being facetious.
"You jest, but your words hold truth nonetheless," she told him seriously. Truthfully, Harry could see some truth in her words. As a member of his family, she represented him in the city. While he didn't give two shits about high fashion, he always kept in mind that they were living in a world where status and appearance mattered greatly. Having members of his family or staff looking subpar would reflect poorly on him. In a strange way, having Cersei wearing all those dresses helped the economy. She was like a walking advertisement for the many dress shops in King's Garden. Women saw her and wanted to be like her, so they went out and bought similar dresses. These transactions kept the gold moving around and stimulated the local economy.
"I do indeed jest, but you are correct. I would not have you walking around looking anything less than perfect. You are royalty and should look the part. You may shop to your heart's content," he told her. Cersei smiled wider and squeezed his arm. He would probably regret it once the next bill came in.
She then pulled her arm out of his and wrapped them around the back of his neck. Her large breasts were pressed tightly against his chest. "May I use the Royal Carriage?" she asked with wide, innocent eyes. Cersei was anything but innocent, but she played the part wonderfully.
His Royal Carriage was a large carriage made from the dark wood from Sothoryos. It was covered in decorative gold plating that contrasted beautifully with the dark wood. The inside was spacious and filled with thick velvet seats. The axles were fixed with specialized shock absorbers, and the bottom of the wheels were covered in vulcanized rubber. This, along with the incredibly even and well-maintained roads in his city, made for a very smooth ride. Harry had noticed a trend in the city. While the women competed to wear the fanciest dress, the men seemed to try and one-up each other on who had the most luxurious carriage. Again, it was a status thing. Harry didn't care one bit and rarely ever used a carriage. When going out alone, he typically used a horse. Even so, his carriage was by far the most expensive in the city. Due to the insane value of the gold and jewels that decorated it and the fact that it was a symbol of royalty, he outright refused to let anyone take it while he was away. His city didn't have a bandit problem, but there were always a few who were tempted by the wealth he controlled. A golden carriage would be a hard target to pass up, and he didn't want anyone getting hurt in an attempted carriage-jacking. No one seemed to mind, though. Well … No one but Cersei. Harry inwardly chuckled when he heard about the temper tantrum she threw when she found out that she wouldn't be able to use it at her leisure. To her, the carriage was the ultimate status symbol. She adored the way people turned their heads and stared as it drove by. She would intentionally keep her window open so that everyone could see her riding in it. It was borderline ridiculous, but it kept her happy and out of his hair.
"Please?" she added before slowly kissing along his jaw. Harry moved his hands down her back and cupped her wide ass. He squeezed her cushy cheeks, and she did nothing to stop him.
"I suppose that could be arranged," Harry told her. 'Someone might as well get some use out of it,' he thought.
Cersei rewarded his generosity by sliding her lips to his and kissing him deeply while he groped her thick ass cheeks. He never tried to hide the fact that he was fucking his own Aunt. He didn't try to hide that he was fucking all the girls in his sphere of influence. If someone had a problem with it, they kept it to themselves. No one in their right mind would confront him about such a thing. They were too afraid to offend him. Cersei broke the kiss and smiled at him. "Can I use it now?" she asked with false sweetness. This was as close to demanding it as she was willing to go with him. Harry nodded, giving her ass one last squeeze.
"Walk with me," he ordered, and she hooked her arms around his once again. They began walking toward the front of the castle. "I'll order an armed guard to escort you into town."
The colder it got, the more desperate people became. It was a well-known fact that bandit activity increased exponentially the closer it got to winter. The number of pickpockets caught in his city had multiplied by three over the last month. It was something he needed to keep an eye on.
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Harry left Cersei to her own devices and went out to explore the city. Plaza of the Dawn in the Business district was booming with activity. The Business District was in stark contrast to King's Garden. In King's Garden, everyone tried to look and act the same. They all followed the Crown's example. When he got a fancy carriage, every other wealthy man in King's Garden got their own. When Cersei or Melisandre wore a new style of dress, all the other wealthy women wanted their own. However, in the Business District, there was a healthy mix of different cultures and styles.
One shop was being run by two women who were clearly from Asshai. Both were short and very thin, bordering on bony. Both appeared to be old, but Harry couldn't be sure. Their entire bodies were covered in long, black robes that draped over their hands. One was wearing a black veil that was impossible to see through. The other was wearing a lacquered mask that was mostly black but had blood-red embellishments. Stacked in front of them on a table were dozens of jars filled with the most vile-looking things Harry had ever seen. In one jar, a thick, pulsating black ooze squirmed around as though it were alive. As far as he knew, it could have been alive, though he had never heard of such a creature. Another jar contained what appeared to be a withered, mummified human hand with a golden ring still attached to the middle finger. It was floating in a syrupy, green liquid. Many passersby did a double-take after seeing it. Two giant millipedes crawled over each other in another jar that was as large as his head. 'A breeding pair,' Harry thought when he saw them. Harry guessed that they probably weren't suitable as pets.
They also had other things for sale. Bundles of Ghost Grass sat on the tabletop, easily identifiable by their milky white appearance. Harry was intrigued by a shallow box filled with small, meaty lumps. He approached the women and asked them about it.
"It is dried, salted tongues, young man," she hissed out eagerly. The woman did indeed sound old. He also found it amusing that they didn't realize who they were talking to, or perhaps they didn't care. Often, when he explored his city, Harry dressed like any other wealthy citizen to help him blend in better.
"And to what did the tongues once belong to?" Harry asked, picking one up and sniffing it. It smelled spicy and wholly unpleasant.
"Man, of course," the old lady answered with a heavy accent and began cackling along with her friend. Harry raised his eyebrow. He was very accepting of cultures in his city, and he did his best to avoid unnecessary regulations. The only thing he outright prohibited was slavery. Still, he had no idea that such things were being sold in his city.
"Are they from slaves?" he asked them.
"No. In Asshai, we remove the tongues of all the dead and soak them in seawater. Then we slowly roast them in coals until all the juices have boiled away," she explained and plucked it from his hand. She moved her hand under her veil until he heard a loud crunch. "Mmm … Delicious," she moaned.
"I'll take your word for it," Harry said with a sour look. Both women cackled at his response. Harry left them to continue peddling their goods in peace.
'Asshai, huh? Sounds interesting,' he thought. His drones traveled there often in his trading ships. They sold food, spices, leather, silk, firewood, and many other things to the people of Shadowlands. He quickly decided to head east for the first part of his upcoming journey.
Chapter 63
"Why are you leaving so soon?" Cersei asked as she straddled Harry's lap and rolled her wide hips. Harry shuddered and ran his hands up her smooth thighs. "You only just returned," she added while grinding herself against him even harder.
"There's still so much of the world to see," Harry answered her honestly. He wouldn't be on this planet forever and wanted to explore as much of it as possible. "And so many business opportunities," Harry told her as he slid his hands onto her fleshy hips. He squeezed them while Cersei arched her back and thrust her chest out. His eyes were locked on the perky tits bouncing around and swaying from side to side, right in front of him. "How else can I afford your extravagant lifestyle?"
Truthfully, Harry didn't have to worry about gold anymore. He had so much of it that a thousand Cerseis shopping nonstop couldn't drain his coffers. He continued with his business because he enjoyed amassing power. He liked having other powerful people begging for his aid. Even now, Cersei, who once acted so high and mighty around him, was trying to get him to stay. Sure, part of it was that she could get her way when he was around because he didn't care enough to say no, but another part was that she loved the orgasms that only he could give her. She loved them so much that she was practically begging him to stay.
"What I spend means nothing to you," she told him as she squeezed her pussy tight and bounced her ass while supporting her body by placing her hands on his chest. 'Cersei can be very convincing when she wants to be,' Harry thought as his hands climbed her slim sides. His thumbs brushed the bottom of her swaying breasts, and he gave in and squeezed them roughly, drawing a gasp from her sweet lips. "I doubt you would even notice how much I spend if I didn't tell you."
Cersei certainly did love to brag about how much of his gold she was wasting. Harry thought her trying to rile him up was a game she liked to play, but he never took the bait. Most of her spending was in the form of new dresses. She had a new one practically every day, but since he liked how she looked in them, Harry thought it was money well spent. Especially now that her dresses were getting even more revealing. Cersei shuddered, and her eyes fluttered when Harry began playing with her hard nipples.
"Perhaps you're right. Maybe I should keep a closer eye on your finances. One woman only needs so many dresses," Harry teased as he moved his hands from her breasts and slid them up her sides again. Cersei raised her arms above her head. It was a move she had done often. She loved it when he touched her smooth armpits, and as his fingers grazed the incredibly soft skin, Cersei trembled and moaned. Her pussy squeezed him tighter while her hips moved faster. Cersei then collapsed forward and nearly smothered his face with her breasts. Harry opened his mouth and engulfed one of her hard nipples while her pussy rippled around his cock. Reaching down, he cupped her ass and began thrusting into her.
"You appreciate my dresses more than I do, I would think," she gasped as she shook her chest and rubbed her tits all over his face. Harry's thrusts were getting faster, and before long, her meaty cheeks were clapping noisily. "Besides, I repay my debts in a very pleasurable way … wouldn't you say?" she amusedly asked. She squeaked when one of his fingers began toying with the rim of her asshole. Cersei whimpered, and her pussy suddenly got a whole lot wetter. Harry let go of her nipple and spoke to her from between her dangling breasts.
"I have no complaints about your chosen form of payment," he replied while rubbing her asshole with his finger. He could hear her gasping breaths from above. "Nor do I complain about your excessive spending. You cannot teach a bird to swim or a fish to fly, so I doubt I could teach you to live as a commoner. Attempting to do so is a fool's errand," Harry bluntly stated.
"That is very much true," Cersei cried out as she experienced another small orgasm. Her pussy was so wet that perverse squelching noises became a constant backdrop to their rutting. "Which proves my original point," she added. "Why would you wish to leave? The city is clean, beautiful, and wealthy. It has everything a person could possibly desire. It is what every other city strives to be. What joy is there in mucking through the many filthy and barbaric lands of this world?"
"The thrill of discovery," Harry truthfully told her. "Who knows what I might find?" Harry squeezed her ass and spread her cheeks. He could feel the heat radiating against his hands as he pounded her tight pussy.
"I'd very much prefer a warm bed and a large cock to fulfill my thrills," she returned before moaning like a whore. Harry couldn't help but chuckle. He then flipped her over onto her back and really began fucking her hard.
Cersei threw her head back and arched her spine as Harry pounded her g-spot. He could feel her walls rippling around him. "Why not stay? Myrcella is in need of a husband and would be happy to bear your children," Cersei gasped and squirmed as Harry angled his thrusts. "Do not pretend that you haven't been fucking her since her return," she added.
"I've been fucking her since before her return," Harry proudly stated. "And I plan to continue doing so. When I'm ready, Myrcella will be among the first to give me children," Harry told her, and his mouth twisted into a teasing smile. "Perhaps I'll put a child in you as well."
Cersei's pussy immediately clamped down on him, and she squealed loudly as she violently came. Harry didn't cease his thrusting. Instead, he fucked her over and over as she came on his cock. When her legs wrapped around his waist, Harry drove himself as deeply as possible and filled her with his seed. Cersei's body was bucking and spasming while Harry sucked on her neck and slowly continued to fuck her as they both came down. When her legs released him, Cersei pulled his head up for a passionate kiss.
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"Why can't you stay for a while longer?" Myrcella whined as Dany was busy kissing Harry's neck. The girls had him pinned against the wall with their bodies, something Harry wasn't going to complain about.
"You sound just like your mother," Harry chuckled as he ran his fingers through Daenerys's pale blonde hair. Dany wasn't wasting her time complaining. She was using what little time she had to her full advantage. With his free hand, he was greedily groping Myrcella's tight little ass through her dress. Her perky breasts were pushed against his arm, and he could feel her hard nipples through the thin, airy fabric. Both she and Dany had taken to wearing dresses just as revealing as the ones her mother wore. It seemed that every month, the fashion trend of dresses changed to something a little sluttier. It was a trend Harry could wholly get behind. Myrcella's dress had a neckline that plunged so deep that he could see the entirety of the inner sides of her breasts. Dany's dress was equally revealing and only differed in color.
"She makes a good point," Myrcella pouted while Dany began kissing his jaw. Myrcella tempted him to stay by massaging the bulge in his trousers.
"Don't pout," Harry told her. "I'll return often to spend some time with you girls. You forget that my ship can get me home within a couple of days … and even faster if I fly on Daemon," he told her while Dany gave up on kissing him and dropped to her knees. Myrcella's hand was pushed aside, and Dany expertly lowered his trousers to his knees. Harry sighed happily when he felt her lips encircle his head.
"Will you at least bring me home a gift?" Myrcella asked, turning her big doe eyes on him. Harry chuckled and kissed her deeply while Dany began taking his length down her throat. Myrcella opened her mouth and allowed him to explore her fully. Harry then let go of her tongue, which disappointed her greatly.
"I'll bring you back something worthy of a princess," he chuckled again and squeezed her ass. Myrcella smiled prettily, dropped to her knees, and joined her friend. Harry leaned against the wall and enjoyed his sudden bon voyage party.
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The seas were much rougher now that early winter was upon them. Two-meter waves were the norm and crashed upon his bow with an explosion of mist and foam. The air was much colder out at sea, but luckily, Harry wasn't much affected by it, nor were his drones. They used his magic to keep themselves in top shape.
Instead of suffering through the cold wetness out on deck, Harry spent most of his journey in his warm bed with his companion. Melisandre had returned to his castle two days before he departed. When she heard of his plans to visit Asshai, she asked if she could accompany him. She had spent much of her life there, and it was where she had learned the art of Shadowbinding. She was also a Red Priestess at the local Red Temple and wanted to check in. Having a warm, smooth body along for his journey was very welcome, Harry concluded. Melisandre could also be useful when visiting Asshai since she grew up there and knew the local customs.
Melisandre was lying flat on her belly with her head turned to the side while Harry ran his hand up the back of her smooth thigh. She had a pleased smile on her face as Harry slowly caressed her skin.
"What do you know of the Isle of Whips?" Harry asked her as his hand caressed her shapely bottom. She turned her stunning eyes to him.
"There really isn't much to tell, My Lord," she answered and snuggled deeper into the bed. Her ass lifted slightly, telling him that she wanted him to play with it some more. Harry obliged her.
"It is a small and desolate island that is largely rocky and barren. There is very little vegetation and almost no animal life. It is mainly used by slavers as a way station," she told him.
"I was hoping you might tell me something I didn't already know about it," Harry responded, sliding his hand between her cheeks. Her wet lips brushed against his fingers and dampened them.
"I was only there once when I was young. The slaver ship I was on briefly stopped on the island to resupply, and while there, a priest from the Red Temple purchased me. From what little I saw, it was a vile place filled with debaucherous slavers and pirates and miserable slaves. I was shipped to Asshai soon after," she told him. Harry had heard her tale of being kidnapped as a child and sold into slavery before. She never spoke about it as though it had mentally scared her. To her, it was part of her destiny. If she hadn't been sold to the Temple, she would have never known R'hllor's warming light. At least, that was what she thought. Harry thought she was a bit mad, but he held his tongue since she could be very sensitive when it came to disparaging the Lord of Light.
"How many slavers are on the Isle?" Harry asked her as he massaged her slit with his fingers, making the gorgeous redhead gasp in delight. She wiggled her wide bottom and moaned when he pushed his fingers against her harder. The tips of his fingers were drenched in her juices.
"At any given time?" she asked, then answered her own question. "Less than a hundred … most likely." She then looked over her shoulder at him. "Are you going to visit that awful place?" she asked him. Harry shrugged.
"I need a place to build a series of warehouses. I'm increasing the production of many necessities like food, wool, leather, furs, and such. They will be in greater demand once the cold really sets in. Having storage in the Eastern part of Essos will be helpful, so we'll be making an unannounced visit to the island," Harry explained and leaned over and kissed the small of her nude back. Her skin had a strange sweetness to it, and he could smell her intense arousal from so close. He squeezed both of her cheeks roughly and spread them apart. The musky smell of her pussy became even more apparent.
"Why not have your drones take care of it? The slavers aren't known as particularly skilled swordsmen," she asked while bowing her back and thrusting her ass into his face. It was obvious what she wanted. Harry chuckled and gave her ass a soft smack.
"Where would the fun be in that?" he smirked and dove face-first into the crack of her ass. Melisandre squealed in pleasure as his tongue explored every nook and cranny.
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"There's a ship approaching!" one of the slavers on lookout duty yelled out to his comrades. "One of those fucking black ships!" he added loudly. He spat noisily at his feet and glared at the massive ship rapidly approaching. More men joined his side and stared at the ship as it got closer.
Harry's ships had a bad reputation in the slaver and pirate communities. Many had tried to attack and board his ships, but his drones always dealt with the assailants quickly and brutally. His ships could easily outrun them, but Harry ordered his drones to slow whenever another ship appeared ready to attack. To make matters worse for them, his drones would then take their ships and sell them off at steeply discounted prices. Any booty would be confiscated, and any slave found aboard would be dropped off at a port of their choosing. If they had nowhere else to go, they could choose to join his city for a fresh start. The pirates and slavers quickly learned to steer clear of the black ships. Harry hadn't seen a pirate anywhere near his waters in recent history.
"That one looks bigger than them trade ships," one of the smarter pirates said as he scratched his ass and swayed unsteadily on his feet. There wasn't much to do on the Isle of Whips but drink and fuck. Unfortunately, the prostitutes on the island weren't what you would call high quality. To prove this point, the pirate winced and scratched his groin. The only crabs on the island were the ones festering in his trousers. "Filthy fucking whores," he mumbled while wincing and scratching again.
"Aye," another one agreed while scratching his own crotch.
"Why in the 'ell are those cunts comin' 'ere?" a gruff-looking man joined them and pushed his way to the front. "They never show their ugly faces around 'ere!"
"Dunno … But if they stop, we can get some good stuff from 'em," another stated, rubbing his greedy hands together. The gruff man nodded while looking at the massive ship longingly.
"Ain't nobody can stop me if I get me hands on that ship," the gruff man grinned and exposed a mouthful of brown, rotten teeth while keeping his eyes trained on his potential prize.
" 'Oo the 'ell said anythin' about YOU gettin' that ship?" a large pirate with a brutal scar across his cheek stepped up. That ship was the prize of a lifetime, and he wanted it.
"I said so … You got somethin' to say about it?" the gruff man bowed up. He put his hand on the handle of his sword when his attention was captured by one of the yelling men. The gruff man turned and stumbled back when he saw that the ship was only a hundred feet from the shore and wasn't slowing down. He and all his fellow criminals stood still in shock and weren't smart enough to run. It was a mistake they soon regretted.
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Harry stood fully armored at the ship's bow as it ran aground. He was somewhat surprised when the large group of onlookers didn't disperse. Instead, the ship thundered ashore with a horrible grinding noise. Several men screamed and were quickly crushed under the tremendous weight of the ship. The lucky ones who hadn't been crushed scattered promptly in every direction. Terrorized screams echoed across the small island as a tidal wave of sand was kicked high into the air. During the panic, Harry dropped down and pulled his sword. More men were running to the site of the beaching, and from what he could tell, there were likely between one hundred and fifty and two hundred men on this barren sand heap.
He didn't bother ordering them to leave. They wouldn't have listened to him anyway. Instead, he just started attacking. The first to meet his fate was a young man who bravely charged forward with a crude wooden club. Harry simply sidestepped him and slashed him across the back. His scream was easy to hear over the panic. When the young man hit the rocky ground face first, Harry could see that his spine had been cleanly cut. A cacophony of screams made him look for the source. A group of five men were rolling on the ground, attempting to put out the fire that had engulfed their clothing. Standing on the bow of his beached ship was Melisandre, looking sexy as ever as she wielded her fire magic. She tossed another fireball at a fleeing man that exploded at his feet. His body corkscrewed through the air with one missing leg. It seemed he wasn't the only one suffering from a sudden case of bloodlust, Harry amusedly thought. Unfortunately, he couldn't spend as much time as he wanted watching her pale breasts jiggle with every thrust of her hands. A spear sailed by his head, and with cat-like reflexes, Harry caught it before it had time to pass him by. Twirling the spear into a throwing position, Harry spotted the unfortunate soul who had the bright idea to impale him. The man let out a cowardly shriek and tried to get to cover. He ran behind a makeshift shack, but that was no obstacle to Harry. Throwing the spear as hard as he could, it impacted the wall of the shack and sounded like a gunshot cracking through the air. The next sound was the screams of agony as the poor bastard was impaled by his own spear. Melisandre's melodic voice captured his attention.
"Do not flee! Accept your fat, young heathen!" she called out as a boy no older than fifteen namedays attempted to swim to safety. How he planned to survive such a swim, Harry had no clue. Sadly for him, the boy would never get the chance to find out. Melisandre's fireball hit the water right next to him and flash-boiled him alive. There was only a gargling gasp before the boy sank beneath the water's surface.
"Having fun?" Harry asked, amused by her devotion to him. He had to admit that she looked incredibly sexy in her revealing red dress, which was whipping in the stiff ocean wind. Every few seconds, he got a flash of her pantyless pussy.
"Only by bathing in R'hllor's cleansing fire can you find true salvation," she wisely told him.
"I'll keep that in mind," Harry chuckled as three swordsmen came at him. None of them gave him a challenge. The first to arrive had his head lopped off after his swing was parried. The second stumbled away with his arm removed at the shoulder. The third quivered in fear but still attacked. Harry valued bravery, but not enough to spare him. He came at Harry with an overhead swing. Harry simply lifted his sword and blocked the heavy attack. The clang of metal on metal was enough to make his ears ring momentarily. For his attacker, the sound was enough to disorient him severely. He never saw Harry's blade as it punctured his gut. Only when the tip exploded out of his back did his eyes widen with shock and fright. Harry pulled his bloody sword from his stomach and let him fall to the ground. To reward his bravery, Harry gave him a quick death instead of letting him suffer through a slow, agonizing one. Melisandre's squeal made him look back at her.
She was crouching down, and Harry wondered what had happened. His question was answered when an arrow nearly struck her. She was just able to duck down behind the railing and avoid getting hit. Harry ducked and flipped a charging attacker over his back. He ignored the man's pained grunt as he hit the ground and followed the arrow's trajectory back to the source. He saw an archer hiding inside one of the dozens of ramshackle huts on the island. "Stay behind cover!" Harry shouted and stomped on the downed man's neck. His neck flattened with a grotesque, meaty crunch. "I'll take out the …"
Melisandre shot back up while the ruby at the front of her red-gold choker glowed with power. She shrieked angrily and thrust both hands in the direction of the hut. Twin jets of fire burst from her palms like two flamethrowers. The intense fire hit several men in its path and turned them into ash instantly. The flames hit the hut, blowing off one of its walls in a fiery explosion. Several men burst through the door, and Harry could only see their darkened silhouettes as they were completely consumed with flames. She then turned her attention to the next hut, which immediately became engulfed in fire.
"I guess she can handle it," Harry snorted to himself as he ducked under a swinging club. While ducking low, Harry hacked the man's legs off at the knees. He was ended when Harry shoved his sword through his eye socket.
After that, they had very few challengers. Most of the slavers and pirates were attempting to get to their ships and sail to safety. Harry had other plans. Putting his sword away, he began to use magic. A group of ten men suddenly found themselves impaled when dozens of six-foot-high needle-sharp spikes rose from the rocky ground. Those who weren't outright killed were left flailing with stone spikes protruding from their chests and backs. One unlucky individual took a Banishing Charm directly to the face. His head snapped back so hard that his neck snapped. The back of his head was touching his back when his body dropped. Harry then spotted two men dragging multiple chained children toward a row boat. With a flick of his hand, the man went sailing into the sky and landed through the roof of one of the burning huts. It amazed him how many of these scumbags were willing to risk their lives to try and get their slaves aboard their ships. All it did was slow them down and let Harry catch up to them.
One man took a lightning bolt to the chest while another was running as his whip floated through the air and lashed him across the back. Eventually, he stumbled and fell to the ground, where his own tool whipped him to death. One ship actually came close to leaving, but Melisandre stopped it by setting its sails alight. The uncontrolled turn caused it to become beached on a reef not far from Harry's ship. He would save them for last. They weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Now that he had had his fun, he ordered his drones to take over and finish off the last couple of dozen men who were fleeing or hiding in their huts. As they charged from his ship, Harry began to take stock of the situation and see exactly what he had with this new island base.