Chapter 79
Harry descended the last spiral of cold stone stairs and hit the bottom step with a heavy thud. The air in the lowest part of his castle was so cold it bit through his tunic and left his teeth chattering. He waved his hand, and his body was enveloped with a warm layer of air. The hallway before him was lined with pipes the size of his leg. These pipes carried smoke and excessive heat out of his castle and dumped it all in the cold ocean. As Harry walked, his boots made loud clacks against the rough stone.
He took a hard right into a side corridor, which was a wide gash in the otherwise seamless wall. The corridor sloped downward at a gentle angle. Here, the lights were dim, and heheard the far-off clanking of hammers on steel.
The passage ended at a steel blast door twice as wide as Harry's armspan and thick enough to survive any siege. Two Drones in segmented black armor stood on either side. Each Drone held a razor-sharp sword in hand and wore an expression of absolute obedience. The only sign of intelligence was the way they nodded and stepped aside the instant Harry approached.
He pressed his palm to the door and pushed with his godly might. There was a hiss as the door swung open, revealing the chamber beyond.
The first sensation he experienced was a wall of heat that slapped him square in the face, curling his hair with a thick, greasy sweat. The second was noise. It was much louder than before. The sound of roaring fire and clanging of hammers assaulted his ears.
The center of the massive chamber was dominated by dozens of enormous furnaces, each taller than a man. Chains and hoists dangled overhead like a forest of metal vines. On the far left, a team of Drones used long tongs to lift glowing crucibles from the furnaces. They then went down the line, pouring molten metal into circular metal molds. Once filled, they were pushed down the line on a metal conveyor. A second team lifted the molds from the conveyor and set them aside so the molten metal could solidify.
Another group of Drones would take the circular blanks and place them between two engraved dies, then strike them with a hammer. The bottom die was fixed in an anvil, while the top die was held by hand and struck, impressing both sides simultaneously. Once struck, the coins were removed and soaked in a chemical solution. The coins came out of the solution slick and shining. They tumbled along a slanted tray where a fourth team of Drones sorted them by type … copper, silver, and gold.
Harry moved through the chaos, ignoring the heat and noise. The Drones gave him a wide berth, never pausing in their work. Each one moved with uncanny precision and was perfectly coordinated. Every gesture seemed rehearsed to the point of inhuman smoothness. Harry grabbed a coin that had just been pulled from the solution and gazed at it.
It was a Copper Maiden, the most common coin in his kingdom. The front showed Melisandre, her hair streaming back, and her eyes half-lidded in pleasure. One hand was cupping a heavy breast while the other breast was bare for all to see. The other hand rested idly between her open thighs. Harry chuckled, and he flicked the coin back at the closest Drone, who caught it in the air and dropped it into a tray.
He passed racks of finished coins waiting to be sorted into strong boxes. Gold Lions shone in thick, warm stacks. Each bore the image of the Lion of Night. Harry chuckled when he remembered how annoyed Cersei had gotten when she discovered that Melisandre's image was on a coin and not hers. That was an insult that just wouldn't stand. She finally persuaded him to fix that mistake by sucking him off for an hour straight. He promised that he would put her image on a coin whenever the old dies finally wore out. He flipped the golden Lion over, and Cersei's beautiful face looked back at him. Her hair flowed around her elegant shoulders, and her naked tits were proudly displayed. He was already planning on putting Myrcella and Dany on the silver coins whenever those dies needed to be replaced.
Harry pocketed one and rolled it in his fingers as he walked, feeling the perfect roundness and the faint, raised texture of the lion's head.
He reached the far wall. Here, hundreds of strongboxes stood open, each one being filled with coins by an endless stream of Drones. A Drone frantically wrote down the denomination and exact amount of coins each numbered strong box contained. Those records would make it up to his desk, where he would file them.
Harry ran his hands through a box of silver coins. They poured around his fingers, cold, heavy, and utterly satisfying. He scooped up a handful and let them spill back into the pile. If he wanted, he could buy a thousand warships with the contents of this room, and that was only one week's worth of minting.
He looked up at the lead Drone on the floor, who was identical to all the others. "Pack it all up," he ordered. "I'll take the whole lot."
The Drone didn't hesitate, and instantly, every other Drone on the floor accelerated their work. Heavy lids slammed shut, latches clicked, and two Drones began to prep the enormous winch at the end of the chamber.
Harry watched for a moment, then snatched a Copper Maiden from the top of the nearest stack. He grinned at the way Melisandre's nude body seemed to dance in the firelight as he shifted the angle.
By the time he left the chamber, the coins were packed up and ready for transport. The Drones formed a perfect line, ready to wheel and carry the fortune wherever he pleased.
The Dread Lord of Essos
Outside, the castle's white exterior blazed with sunlight. At the base of the castle, dozens of thick-wheeled carriages waited in a neat double line. Each carriage was swaddled in iron bands and spelled to resist everything short of dragonfire. Drones loaded the strongboxes with mechanical precision, stacking gold and silver so high that the enchanted suspension on some carriages began to sag.
Harry watched the operation from the top step as dozens of Drones marched in sync from the loading bay, each carrying a crate that would break a man's back. A high, sharp voice cut through the sound of slamming wood and creaking steel. "Harrold!"
He closed his eyes and smiled. He didn't even need to turn. Whenever there were large sums of money involved, Cersei was never far behind.
She appeared at the far end of the terrace, moving with a hurried stride that made her hips roll and her tits bounce in slow, hypnotic waves. Her dress was the color of fresh cream, and the neckline was so deep that it threatened to spill her tits with every step. She wore her golden hair loose, and the strong sea breeze whipped it back from her face. Cersei's mouth was set in a hungry, pleased smile.
She glided straight to Harry, ignoring the half-dozen staff who scurried out of her path. She stopped in front of him and went up on her toes to plant a kiss on his mouth. Her tongue flicked the edge of his lip, and she pulled back with a smoldering stare. "You're up early."
He grinned at her eagerness. "I have an appointment."
"With who? Half the city's accountants?" She gestured at the endless train of armored carriages. "This looks like you're about to fund another conquest."
Harry chuckled and slid his hands down her sides. He couldn't stop himself from squeezing her wide hips. Cersei didn't seem to mind. She enjoyed it when he played with her body in public. She wanted everyone to know that she was the one warming his bed and wetting his cock. "No conquests today, I'm afraid. I'm taking this to the Iron Bank."
Cersei ran a single finger down the line of her cleavage and gave a dramatic sigh. "You're not buying something unspeakably expensive, are you?" She craned her neck and peeked over his shoulder at the sea of strongboxes.
"I'm making a deposit," Harry said.
Cersei snorted, then caught herself and tried to look regal. "Are all those boxes full?"
He opened the lid of the nearest strongbox with a single jerk of his wrist. It was packed edge to edge with Gold Lion coins, each one stamped with her own face and topless bust. The sight of her own likeness multiplied a thousandfold made Cersei's breath catch. "I dare say so," Harry said, leaning in until their noses almost touched.
Cersei stared into the box and shuddered at the sight of so much gold. He noticed that she began to subtly rub her thighs together. She reached down, scooped a handful, and let them pour through her fingers. The coins made a sharp, musical clank as they cascaded back into the box. Her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight. "You made me so beautiful," she proudly stated. "You even got my nipples right." The hard tips of her nipples jutted out further than Melisandre's, and her areolas were a bit wider.
Harry closed the lid. "I try not to skimp on the important details."
Cersei pressed her tits up against his chest, hard enough that he felt the hard points of her nipples through the thin silk of her dress. Her hand snaked down to the bulge in his trousers. She squeezed once, letting him know that she meant business. "Will you let me come with you?"
He thought about making her beg for it, but the genuine hunger in her eyes made him laugh. "If you're good," he said.
Cersei purred, "I'm always good. You should know that." She kissed him again, biting his bottom lip before sucking it hard.
"Is this a private party?" another voice called out. It was a few notes higher but just as poised.
Myrcella stood at the foot of the steps. Her arms were folded, and her lips twisted into a wicked smirk. Her pale pink dress was so sheer that, against the sun, Harry could see the shape of her perky tits and the small, perfect shadow of her bare pussy underneath. Myrcella was always ready to turn the moment into something fun and exciting.
Beside her stood Daenerys. The two girls were as thick as thieves, and neither did anything without the other. Daenerys wore a blue silk dress with slits going up both legs. The slits were so high that both hips were completely exposed. The top left both shoulders bare, and the fabric barely clung to the curve of her breasts. She moved, and the top slid down slightly, revealing the upper portion of her light pink areola. Dany didn't bother fixing it. Her hair was pinned up, but loose curls tumbled around her lovely face. Her pupils were already dilated with anticipation.
"We want to come, too," Myrcella announced, skipping up the steps. She planted herself between Cersei and Harry and immediately stole a kiss from him. She tasted like candied oranges, which was one of her favorite treats. Harry made sure that the castle was always stocked with them. Harry slid his hands down her back and cupped her tight ass. "She can't keep you all to herself," she complained, but the twinkle in her eye suggested she didn't mind sharing.
Daenerys strolled up behind Myrcella and laid a cool hand on the girl's bare shoulder. "We haven't been to the Iron Bank in a long time," she said, pouting cutely. "Besides, you promised me a tour of the vaults."
Harry looked between the three of them and shook his head in mock despair. "You'll embarrass me. The last time I took you there, you bent over in front of the staff, and they spilled a huge stack of coins all over the floor."
"That's half the fun," Daenerys purred, brushing her hand up Myrcella's neck and ruffling the hair at the base of her skull. Myrcella shivered, biting her lip.
Cersei ran a lazy hand down Harry's back. "I want to see them open the vault, and then I want to see them count it. All of it."
Daenerys reached around and unceremoniously grabbed Harry's ass. "If you let us come, we'll behave … at least for now."
Harry had long ago learned to never trust any Lannister, but there was nothing he enjoyed more than watching them compete. He nodded and snapped his fingers at the lead Drone. "Bring the carriages to the main gate. They'll ride with me."
The Drone nodded, his face blank and unreadable, but his movements took on a slight urgency. They walked down the steps together in a perfect display of power and wealth. The servants couldn't help but stare longingly, wishing they were part of his little group. Even though winter was well on its way, the air inside his city was warm and pleasant. Harry had adjusted the ward scheme to compensate for the lower temperatures.
Cersei clung to Harry's left arm, and her dress was pressed so tight against his side he could feel her hard nipples poking his skin. Myrcella clung to his right, and the way she squirmed was a direct hint at what she wanted. Daenerys took up the rear, her bare legs flashing in the sunlight as she matched their pace.
The carriage was fitted with velvet benches, gold trim, and a ceiling that mirrored the inside of a jewelry box. Harry stepped in and sat with his legs wide. Cersei straddled one thigh, and her dress bunched up around her waist. Myrcella crawled across the seat and cuddled up at his side, facing him. Daenerys closed the door behind her and sprawled out. She kicked off her heels and stretched her legs across the length of the carriage until her bare foot rested on Harry's groin.
He ran a hand up Myrcella's bare thigh and gave Cersei's ass a firm squeeze. The carriage jolted to life as Drones took up the harness, and soon they were rolling out through the main gate with the rest of the convoy trailing behind. Outside the carriage windows, the people of the city lined the street as they passed. Some called out to him or cheered. Most just stared, silent and greedy, at the mountain of gold on wheels.
Inside, Cersei shifted in Harry's lap until she could whisper straight into his ear. "Let me see them," she demanded. "The new coins."
He fished a Gold Lion from his pocket and tickled her lips with it. She took it and pressed it between her breasts. Harry chuckled and ducked his head to pull it out with his lips. He made sure to "accidentally" lick the inside of her cleavage. He passed it to Myrcella, who dropped it down the front of her dress. Harry had to pull her dress down and expose her naked tits to get the coin back. She took the coin from him and handed it to Daenerys with a giggle as Harry laid soft kisses over her hard nipples. Daenerys rolled it over her lips and then hiked up her dress. Her thighs spread, and she unapologetically showed off her wet, pink slit. Dany then gently traced the hard edge of the gold coin along her swollen clit.
Harry watched amusedly as the three of them took turns passing the coin, each trying to one-up the other in lewdness. The last time around, Cersei slipped the coin between her legs and tucked it into the crease between her labia. She rolled her hips until the coin glistened with her arousal. She fished it out, pressed it to Harry's lips, and made him suck the taste of her off the gold.
By the time the carriage slowed and stopped, the three women were flushed, and their eyes were hungry. They stepped out of the carriage with Harry at the center, laughing and shoving each other as they made their way up the grand marble steps of the Iron Bank.
The Dread Lord of Essos
West of the Iron Bank's golden spires, the newest and most ambitious project of the King's Garden bloomed in the pale winter sun. The Pleasure District was something Harry had been meaning to create, but he had been too busy traveling. Now, nothing was stopping him, and he dived headfirst into the project. Where once there had been empty plots of land waiting to be used, now white marble arches soared and beautifully decorated façades rose, each adorned with carved roses and scantily dressed nymphs. Garden Road split the district like a river, and its immaculate stones were bordered by colorful beds of exotic, sweet-smelling flowers. He had lilies from Yi Ti, bluebells from the Stormlands, and sweet-petaled nightshades that glowed faintly even in daylight. Harry even brought in some flowers from deep within the jungles of Sothoryos that no living person had ever seen. Every hundred paces, a statue of some voluptuous deity or half-dressed queen graced a plinth, and even the lamp posts were shaped like twisting, spiraling vines.
Harry walked the avenue with Bellegere Otherys on his arm. She wore a very low-cut dress of midnight silk, and the fabric was so clingy and thin that every curve and contour of her gorgeous body was apparent even at a distance. Her dark hair was bound in a latticework of silver chains, each studded with pearls. Her lips, painted the deepest red, curled upward in pleasure at each new sight.
The construction crews were actually a large group of Harry's drones. They worked in teams of fifty per building, silently working away without needing any breaks. Some cut marble in the shadow of a half-built rotunda. Others painted murals depicting revelers, orgies, and feasts on the walls of future brothels. Harry noted that one team was already installing the great copper lion's head that would sit above the entrance to the world's first proper strip club. Only the sexiest and finest dancers would be allowed to work here.
Bellegere stopped before a row of white stone columns and ran her hand over the smooth surface. "I was told your city was beautiful, but words truly fail it," she said. Her Braavosi accent was as thick and sweet as honey. "Even in Braavos, we have nothing so fine. And the weather … the air is warm and sweet even now, at the edge of winter. How do you do it?"
"We all have our secrets," he teased. "But yes, the weather is always pleasant in my city, and it will remain so in the dead of winter. The flowers will continue to bloom, and the crops will continue to grow. No man, woman, or child will go hungry in my kingdom," he told her. He waved at a team of workers, who bowed, and then turned his full attention to the Black Pearl as she arched her back in pleasure at the sun. The gentle rays made her light brown skin practically gleam. It also drew his attention to her large, round tits.
"I love your women's taste in fashion," Bellegere continued, lowering her voice to a sensual purr. Several women walked down the street, their bodies practically spilling out of their fine silk dresses.
"We encourage freedom and beauty," Harry said. "No one here is made to cover what they wish to show. That's the point of the Pleasure District. It's a place to cater to wealthy men and women's every want and desire."
She walked closer, pressing her breast against his arm. "And you, Lord Harrold? What do you want?"
It was clearly an invitation, and Harry smiled. "I want everyone to be happy … or at least busy enough to keep the peace." He motioned at the half-built section across the street. "That will accommodate twenty pillow houses, each with a different theme. There will be a theater for erotic plays, a school for courtesans, and …" He turned and pointed at a glimmering dome of colored glass. "... a large shopping area. It will have every luxury from across the world with no price too high."
She looked up at him through lashes as thick as velvet. "You are building paradise, then?"
"I've already built paradise," he told her, waving his hand at the city stretching out before them. "I'm just trying to make it a little better."
Bellegere let out a throaty laugh that sounded genuine. She was such a good actress that you could never really know. "You know, my mother dreamed of a place like this. She believed in giving pleasure, not just selling it. In Braavos, the trade is old, but the men who try to control it are old, too. Nothing ever changes." She turned, and the sun caught the pearl ornament in her hair. "But here, you make new things every day. Even your coins are beautiful. Did you know that the Black Pearl's face is stamped on three different currencies now?"
Harry chuckled and caressed her arm. "They chose well," he said, and he meant it. He had many of those coins in his personal vault, and every time he looked at them, it brought back memories of him making her face twist in pleasure.
They strolled past another row of columns. Each was carved with nymphs in erotic poses, and Bellegere paused to run her finger over a particularly lascivious grouping. She looked back at Harry with a wicked gleam in her beautiful brown eyes. "Do you think your city is ready for what you're building? In Braavos, even the most decadent lords pretend it's shameful in the daylight hours. Here, you put it all in the sun."
"There is no shame here in my city. If it's legal, then you're allowed to indulge yourself without ridicule. That's why so many wealthy merchants and lords have moved here," Harry explained. He slowed their pace so that she could fully admire the next block. Teams of men were laying blue tile in the courtyard of a future bathhouse, while others hoisted up a huge glass panel that would serve as the ceiling over the main room.
Bellegere leaned in, her lips nearly brushing his ear. "I would love to live in a city like this," she seductively whispered into his ear. Harry chuckled and squeezed her body.
"The Black Pearl is always welcome here, and so are your fellow courtesans," he replied. "You can have any house you wish." Stealing her away from Braavos would be a major coup. Especially if other courtesans decided to join her.
She purred and nipped his ear. Bellegere was already deciding the best way to intertwine herself with him. Harrold's wealth was immeasurable, and his power and influence were beyond question.
They walked on. The street was now lined with nearly-finished houses, each with its own little garden and small, private courtyard. Every window was framed in the highest quality glass, and every fence was covered in blooming vines. These were the houses where the high-class dancers and courtesans would live. Bellegere plucked a flower and tucked it behind her ear. She then spun around so that the bottom of her dress flared and the pearl chains jingled. She couldn't get enough of the warm sun. Braavos was quite cold, even in the summer.
She stopped walking, pivoted to face him, and caught both his hands in hers. "If I moved here, could you promise me something?" He nodded, waiting. "Promise me that I will never be bored."
He squeezed her hands and kissed her knuckles. "You'd be the first to tell me if you were," he joked.
She laughed and pressed herself up against him. It was not subtle. Both breasts pressed hard into his chest, her thigh slipped between his, and her breath was hot on his neck. There was no one else on the avenue. Even the laboring drones were several houses away. She licked his jaw, then trailed her tongue up to his ear.
"Show me," she whispered, "Show me how much fun there is to be had."
He caught her chin and kissed her slowly and deeply. Her tongue was sweet, and she moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips into his leg. She then pulled him toward the shadow between two columns.
Harry let her take control, and together they tumbled out of sight of the street and into a half-finished pillared alley. She pressed her hands to his chest and tore open the buttons of his shirt. Her nails grazed his skin, and he shivered.
She dropped to her knees on the cold marble, spread his legs, and fished out his cock. Without preamble, she swallowed it to the base, never breaking eye contact. Her lips were soft, and her tongue circled the tip with practiced grace. Her hand cupped his balls and squeezed, and her other hand stroked his thigh, kneading the muscle.
He ran his hand through her hair, feeling the pearls and chains scrape his skin. She hummed around his shaft, and then pulled back, letting his cock bounce against her cheek. She smiled up at him while her hand continued to expertly work his shaft. "Maybe I will move here, after all. Braavos is so cold in winter, and the men are so old."
Harry wrapped his arms around her and lifted her easily. She wrapped both legs around his waist and hiked her dress up. Her cunt was already slick and hot. She guided him in and gasped when her silky walls were stretched. She threw her head back and moaned as Harry claimed her body right there in the alley of his new Pleasure District. It was a hell of a way to start his project.
Chapter 80
Harry sat on the edge of his oversized bed, going through some paperwork from the Iron Bank. Night had fallen over the castle, and all was silent except for the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs. The day had been exhausting even by his standards. He had managed a citywide construction effort to add several new lanes in the Housing District. Harry had then taken a short trip along the coast to the spot where he planned to build a massive timber warehouse with an attached port. He had to calm Melisandre and keep her from setting a worshipper of the Seven on fire, and he still found time to fuck the Black Pearl before she left for Braavos in Harry's private ship. She was returning to Braavos to settle her affairs and speak to the other Courtesans about joining her in his city. After all was said and done, Harry was a little worn out. Even gods had their limits. Harry set his reports aside and yawned. He peeled off his clothes, tossed them into the corner for the chambermaid to collect, and stretched out on his soft bed. The thick muscles of his chest rippled as he stretched his back and groaned.
He looked around the room, admiring the gold-and-cream decor and the monstrous bed carved from the black wood of the Sothoryos jungle. He yawned and made a mental note to sleep in tomorrow, at least until noon. He wondered for a moment if he should finish his nightly routine with a glass of wine or just crash out. But then he heard a soft giggle from the hallway. He was very familiar with the sound. It was the sort of feminine laugh that signaled either mischief or sex, or more often than not, both.
Before he could even finish the thought, the door to his chambers swung open. Myrcella and Daenerys swept into the room without so much as a knock. They wore matching silk robes. One was the color of rose quartz, and the other was a pale blue. The robes were thin enough to reveal the shape of their bodies, and neither girl had bothered to tie the sashes. Their hair was freshly washed and hung in loose, silken waves over their shoulders. Both looked freshly scrubbed and eager to get dirty again.
Myrcella smiled cutely and made a mock curtsy. "We hope we are not interrupting, my Lord," she teased. She had a look in her eyes that guaranteed that trouble was coming.
"Not at all," Harry said, and he smiled back. He put his hands behind his head and leaned against the headboard, inviting them to approach. "What can I do for you both this evening?"
Daenerys slid in first, with her eyes never leaving his. She padded across the carpet on bare feet, her hips swaying under the robe. She leaned over the bed and kissed him on the cheek. Her lips were warm and slightly sticky with gloss. "Myrcella wanted to talk," Dany whispered, and her voice was bright and musical. "But I have a suspicion that she's after more than a conversation."
Myrcella glided in next, wearing a mischievous smile. She climbed up onto the mattress beside him and planted herself on his lap, straddling his thigh. The silk parted and pooled around her waist, and her long, smooth legs shone in the soft light. She rested her hands on his chest and grinned up at him. "We thought you could use a bit of company," she purred. "You always work too hard."
He chuckled and ran his hand up her smooth thigh. Her delicate skin felt like the finest silk. She rocked forward on his thigh, grinding gently against him, and Harry's cock immediately hardened. Both girls looked down at it and giggled.
Daenerys climbed onto the bed beside them and curled up like a cat, resting her chin on Harry's shoulder. He could feel the warmth of her body through the silk, and her white-blonde hair tickled his cheek. "We made a wager," she cheekily told him. "We bet to see who could get your attention first. Myrcella thinks she's going to win."
Myrcella shot Dany a smirk, then turned to Harry while rubbing her pussy against his thigh. "I only say that because I look better in silk than she does."
"Now, hold on …" Harry said, eyeing the two of them and examining their respective bodies. "This requires closer inspection." He placed a hand on each of their waists and squeezed gently.
Myrcella, not one to lose a bet, let her robe slip off her shoulders. The silk slid away, baring her torso and her perfectly shaped breasts. Her nipples were tight and pink, and her skin was so smooth that Harry wanted to run his tongue over every inch of it. She let the robe fall away entirely, and her body was revealed in full. Harry eyed her perky tits, soft curves, and the hairless, gleaming mound between her legs. She moved her hands down his chest and then trailed them lower, dragging her nails along his stomach.
Daenerys took this as her cue to join in. She shrugged off her robe with a flourish, and her breasts bounced free. They were rounder and a bit larger than Myrcella's. They sat high and proud on her chest, and her pale skin was offset by the faint pink of her wide areolas. Her stomach was flat, her hips were wide, and her mound was as smooth and bare as Myrcella's. Dany's legs were long and toned, and every sensual movement she made drew attention to them.
The girls moved as one, like experienced dancers. They crawled across the bed and flanked Harry, pressing their naked bodies to his. Myrcella kissed him, and her lips were soft, lingering, and quite needy. Daenerys slipped her arms around his neck from behind and ran her hands over his chest, caressing his muscles. Both girls pressed their tits against him and playfully rubbed their hard nipples on his skin.
Myrcella's kiss grew deeper and more urgent. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and she let out a tiny moan as she ground her slit against his thigh. Dany nuzzled his neck and kissed along the line of his jaw. She reached down, wrapped her hand around his girth, and began tugging on his shaft. "It feels like someone missed us," she playfully said to Myrcella, her breath hot on his ear.
Harry reached for Dany's hair and tugged her head back, making her gasp. He kissed her hard, and she shuddered, wrapping her legs around his waist. It wasn't long before she was grinding her wet pussy against his skin as well. He palmed Myrcella's ass and squeezed it, feeling the give of her perfect, smooth skin. Myrcella yelped and ground harder, and her pussy left a shiny trail on his thigh.
The girls traded places, and now Dany straddled Harry's lap while Myrcella sidled up from behind. Myrcella pressed her tits into his back and reached around to stroke Dany's hair. Dany ran her tongue over Harry's lips and giggled when he sucked it into his mouth. They kissed deeply while Myrcella watched. One of her hands slipped between her own legs, and her fingers began sliding along the length of her wet slit. She slid her other hand between Harry's thighs and squeezed his balls. She giggled while juggling them in her palm before letting them go. She had her eyes on another prize.
She purred with satisfaction when she wrapped her fingers around Harry's magnificent cock. She gave it a slow stroke, loving the feeling of his blazing hot skin against her palm. Myrcella then reached around with her other hand and encased his cock with both hands, squeezing it and giggling at the way it jerked. "It definitely feels like he missed us," she teased, and Dany giggled along with her.
The two girls kissed over Harry's shoulder, their mouths meeting just beside his head. They licked each other's lips and then went back to Harry, taking turns nipping at his earlobes and jaw. Dany took over, stroking his cock while Myrcella gently played with his balls. They were shameless and giddy, and Harry loved every second of it.
Eventually, Myrcella turned Harry's head to face her. Her lips were swollen and pink, and she was panting. "Will you fuck us now?" she shakily asked, her voice trembling with desire. "I want to feel you inside while Dany watches."
Dany grabbed Myrcella by the hair and pulled her into a fierce kiss. Their mouths opened, and Harry saw their wet, pink tongues sliding around each other. She ran a hand down Myrcella's back and squeezed her ass. She then pushed her down onto the mattress. Myrcella landed on her back with her legs spread, and her pussy was glistening and pink. Dany crawled over her and kissed down her stomach, licking her from her belly button to her smooth mound.
Myrcella arched her back, moaned, and reached for Harry. She pulled him over to her. Dany moved lower and licked at Myrcella's pussy, swirling her tongue around the clit. Myrcella bucked and writhed, and her hands clutched at the sheets. Harry guided his cock to Myrcella's lips and pushed the head between them. Myrcella opened her mouth and swallowed him greedily, working the shaft with both hands and sucking so hard that her cheeks hollowed.
Dany kept lapping up the wetness between Myrcella's legs as she reached around and started fingering herself while she watched her friend suck Harry's cock. The two of them moaned in harmony, and the sound brought him a thrill.
Harry grabbed Myrcella by the hips and rolled her over so she was on all fours, ass in the air, and her face pressed to the mattress. He lined up behind her and pushed his cock into her cunt, moaning at the tightness and heat of her sopping lips sliding down the length of his throbbing shaft. Myrcella squealed into the bed and slammed her hips back, impaling herself on his cock. Dany crawled under her and started sucking, pinching, and biting the nipples until they were red and puffy.
The girls kissed again, and Dany squirmed around until they were in the sixty-nine position. Myrcella drove her ass back on Harry's cock while Dany licked and sucked at her clit. Being cheeky, Harry pulled his cock from Myrcella's pussy and set it down across Dany's lips. Dany immediately began slathering it with her tongue and licking up all of Myrcella's drippings. She sucked the bottom of his head into her mouth and moaned as her tongue tickled the sensitive underside. Harry then slipped it back into Myrcella's waiting cunt. Harry fucked Myrcella hard, clapping her ass with every thrust, until she collapsed and begged him to finish inside her.
He didn't hold back. He came in thick, hot spurts, and Myrcella milked every drop as her pussy clenched around him. Dany scooted out from under her and kissed Harry. He could taste Myrcella on her lips. She licked the sweat off his chest and then flopped onto the bed with her legs spread wide. The invitation was as clear as day.
Myrcella, still trembling from her orgasm, turned and crawled up to Dany. She kissed Dany's neck and lips, then slowly kissed her way down her pale, perfect body. She licked and sucked at Dany's nipples, making the other girl writhe and gasp. Harry watched them, stroking himself as he recovered. His eyes were glued to the way their bodies slid together. Globs of cum dripped from between Myrcella's taut, puffy lips.
Harry moved Myrcella aside, gripped Daenerys by the ankles, and bent her in half, folding her pale legs up and over her head. He hooked his elbows behind her knees, locking her in place, and her pretty pink cunt thrust up and open, framed by her trembling thighs. Dany's face glowed with anticipation and lust. Her silvery blonde hair spread out on the pillow as she arched her back. Her bare chest heaved with every panting breath, and her nipples stood out hard and flushed.
Myrcella crawled up close, her eyes wide and hungry. She took Harry's cock with both hands and lined it up to Dany's soaked pussy. Myrcella pressed the sticky, glistening head against Dany's swollen lips, then grinned up at Harry. "Fuck her good and hard," she giggled, sliding the fat head of Harry's cock up and down the length of her slit. She rubbed the tip against Dany's swollen clit, making her squeal in pleasure.
Harry didn't hesitate for a second. He drove forward, and his cock split Dany open, filling her all at once. The room filled with the obscene, wet sound of their bodies joining. Dany squealed, her toes curled, and her whole body arched off the bed. Harry began to thrust, fucking her hard and deep. His hips smacked against the perfect curve of her ass, making her thick flesh ripple. Dany's breath left her sweet lips in hot, ragged gasps, and she clung to the backs of her knees, holding herself open while Harry pumped into her.
Myrcella watched with a shaky breath as Harry's thick shaft vanished into Dany's tight, fluttering pussy, just to reappear glistening with cream. She leaned in and stuck her tongue out, licking the frothy mess from the base of his cock. The taste made her moan, and she sucked at his shaft, savoring the salty, musky mix of Dany's arousal. She licked her lips and looked up at Harry, her face slick and needy.
Dany clawed at the sheets, lost in pleasure. Every time Harry bottomed out, she let out a high-pitched, desperate squeak while her tight lips clung to his invading shaft like a vice. "Go faster," she begged, her voice breaking. "More. Fuck me harder. Fill me up." Harry responded with savage thrusts, nearly lifting her off the bed with every stroke.
Myrcella slid down and took Harry's balls in her mouth, rolling them over her tongue, and sucking at them with greedy need. Dany's wetness coated everything. Myrcella's hair, Harry's thighs, and the sheets beneath them were all drenched. The smell was thick and intoxicating. Myrcella nuzzled Dany's spread pussy and flicked her tongue over the spot where Harry entered and withdrew.
Dany's body began to tremble badly. She thrashed underneath him, and her whole body shook as the orgasm started to hit. Harry could feel her pussy clench and spasm around him, desperately trying to squeeze the life out of his cock. Myrcella pulled back just in time to see Dany's climax explode. Her pussy squirted in a sudden, violent spray, soaking Myrcella's face and chest. Dany screamed, and her squirt gushed in time with the pulsing of her orgasm.
Myrcella laughed and wiped her face. She then dove back in and ran her tongue around the rim of Dany's puckering asshole while Harry kept up his brutal pace. Dany writhed, her thighs shook, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Please … I can't …," she cried out, lost to everything but the pleasure.
Harry felt the pressure building in his own body, and the boiling heat ran down his belly and into his balls. He grabbed Dany by the hips, pulled her up even tighter against him, and rammed his cock all the way in. Myrcella, not wanting to miss a moment, pressed her cheek to Dany's ass and watched as Harry's cock twitched inside the stretched, pink hole.
He came, spurting thick, white ropes into Dany's spasming cunt. Myrcella watched gleefully as the cum leaked out around the shaft, mixing with Dany's cream, and dripped down onto the bed. Dany moaned, went limp, and was still twitching as Harry slowly fucked her until every last drop had been pumped into her.
He pulled out gently, and the cum followed, oozing from Dany's pulsing slit and rolling down onto her asshole. Myrcella instinctively leaned in and licked up the mess. She cleaned Dany's pussy with slow, savoring licks before kissing her way up to Dany's mouth. Dany opened her lips without hesitation, and the two girls shared a sticky, cum-sweetened kiss.
Harry watched with a pleased smile as the girls kissed. Dany's face was flushed and dreamy, and her body was still trembling from the orgasm. She reached out blindly for Harry's hand, and when he gave it to her, she squeezed it hard.
Myrcella grinned wickedly and crawled up between Harry's legs. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with mischief. She grabbed the base of his cock, which glistened with Dany's mess and Harry's own cum, and swirled her tongue over the tip. Myrcella licked a bead of cum from the slit, then slowly ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, tracing every vein and ridge with deliberate care. Harry twitched against her warm, wet tongue, but she gave him no mercy. She wrapped her lips around the head, took a breath, and forced herself down until her nose pressed against his belly. Her throat bulged with the effort, but she didn't gag or flinch.
She began milking him with her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed with the effort, and her eyes were locked on Harry's reaction. He groaned and steadied himself, and his fingers curled in her hair. Myrcella's head bobbed rapidly while her golden hair spilled over his thighs, and each time she pulled back, his cock was cleaner and shinier with her saliva.
Dany, panting and smeared with sweat, rolled onto her side and watched from inches away. She put her hand on Myrcella's head and lovingly petted her. "Look at you," she giggled happily. "You're such a whore," she said and giggled louder. She leaned in and kissed Myrcella's cheek. She then lapped at the side of Harry's shaft, cleaning up whatever her friend missed. Their tongues touched, and Myrcella giggled, releasing his cock with a wet pop.
But she wasn't finished. Myrcella gripped Harry's shaft with both hands and began twisting and stroking while she licked and sucked the tip as if determined to get another fresh load to swallow. She moaned at the lingering taste of Daenerys's pussy, the saltiness of his cum, and the natural musk of Harry's own body, and the sound vibrated up the shaft, making Harry gasp and groan. Dany watched while Myrcella slid her tongue up and down the seam, licking from the very base to the tip. Then she dove down again, taking him as deeply as she could. Her throat muscles clenched around him, and her face grew pink from the effort.
Harry could only watch, slack-jawed, as Myrcella serviced him with all the skill and eagerness of a girl who had waited too long for her gooey prize. His balls had already been drained twice, but she kept at. Through sheer willpower and enthusiasm, she coaxed another fat load from his balls, and she moaned as it slid down the back of her throat. Myrcella gulped it all down and let go of his cock with a loud, wet smack. She smiled up at him with pure devotion in her gorgeous eyes. Dany clapped her hands in delight and gave Myrcella a congratulatory smack on the ass. Myrcella finally let him go, wiped her lips, and beamed with pride at her handiwork. The girls then lay down, side by side. Myrcella started playing with Dany's nipples, and she mewled cutely and arched her back into the touch.
"She's so pretty after she's been fucked," Myrcella said, stroking Dany's hair. Daenerys pulled her down and kissed her deeply. After breaking the kiss, they reached out to Harry and pulled him down between them. Both girls rolled on top of him, and the three of them spent the next few hours in a world of pleasure.
Chapter 81
Cersei rolled her hips, moving in slow, seductive waves that squeezed Harry's cock with the full power of her tight, greedy cunt. The morning light made her bare shoulders gleam gold. She tossed her mane of golden hair over her head and locked her eyes on his, her mouth curved in a feline smirk. "I love the feel of your cock in the morning," she purred, and gave him a slow grind that sent a jolt through his body.
Harry moaned and thrust upward, driving himself deeper into her clenching heat. He reached up and cupped her tits, delighting in the weight and perfect roundness of them. Each thrust made them bounce, and he caught one in his hand, squeezed it, then ran his thumb over her wide, pink nipple. Cersei shuddered and leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest and putting her tits right in his face.
He tickled the tip of her nipple with his tongue, making her gasp. "You're up early," he said, his voice muffled by her tits.
"I had a dream," she said, rolling her hips in a lazy circle that made Harry's eyes flutter. She clamped down on his cock, milking it, then released the pressure and smiled wider. "A dream where I got everything I wanted."
"Isn't that every day for you?" he joked, but the next twist of her hips made him grunt.
Cersei planted both hands on his chest and leaned down until her face was inches from his. Her hair spilled down around them like a golden curtain. "Harold, I want something," she said, and her voice was as thick and sweet as honey. "And you will say yes."
"What else is new?" Harry chuckled, but he kept his hands on her tits, using them to bounce her up and down his shaft. "What is it this time? A golden palace? A fleet of ships?"
She rolled her eyes, then sat up straight and rode him with a slow, steady rhythm. "I want to go to King's Landing," she said.
He actually laughed, and the motion made her tits shake. "Why in the fuck would you want to visit that festering shithole? You've got everything you could possibly want here. And anything I don't have, you order from afar. I know, because I've received the bills."
Cersei closed her eyes and arched her back, making her already impressive chest jut out even further. She kept riding him, never missing a beat. "Because my father requests my presence. He sent a letter. It was delivered by one of the merchant ships from the Crownlands. He wants to see me."
Harry snorted. "Is the old lion dying? Is he finally out of money … or perhaps he's no longer satisfied with the mountains of food and firewood I send every week. Does he know how much gold I spend to feed the people of King's Landing?"
Cersei shuddered and squeezed his cock with her cunt, making him lose his train of thought. "He knows," she said. "But he pretends otherwise. He still calls himself the King of the Crownlands. The Small Council is nothing but a gaggle of terrified old men who think they're clever."
Harry pictured Tywin Lannister sitting on the Iron Throne, wearing the heavy crown, with nothing to rule but a city held together by bribes and the promise of more shipments from Seven Swords. The image almost made him laugh out loud.
"Let me guess," Harry said. "He wants to beg for an official alliance. Something public. Something that makes him look strong."
Cersei's beautiful green eyes fluttered with pleasure. "He wants me to broker a deal between the Crown and the Dread Lord. He thinks he can play us off each other."
Harry caught both of her tits and brought them together, sucking on one while teasing the other nipple with his thumb. "You just want to show off," he said, his lips brushing her nipple. "You want to walk into the throne room and make them all kneel to you."
She bit her lip, and the thought sent a shiver down her entire body. She rode him faster, and her cunt was dripping wet as she slammed herself down on his cock. The sound of her pussy practically sucking him off was perversely wet. "You always know me, Harold," she moaned. "So will you let me go?"
Harry let go of her tits and grabbed her ass, spreading her wide as he thrust up into her. "You're not going alone," he lustfully growled. "You'll take an entire regiment of soldiers, and at least three handmaidens that answer to me. I want the old man to know that he can't pull the wool over my eyes." He would also send a dozen or so drones to act as her bodyguard. Maybe they could do a bit of spying at the same time.
Cersei's nails dug into his chest as she started bouncing wildly, her tits slapping against his face with each drop of her wide hips. "So I can go?" she breathlessly demanded.
"I'll make the arrangements, then you can go," he said, and then fucked her so hard that the headboard slammed against the wall. Cersei squealed, but she matched his rhythm, grinding down so hard that Harry could feel her asshole puckering as it mashed against his bloated sack. Her hands slid up his neck, and she squeezed, pinning him down with her strength. Sweat poured down her body, making her look like a bathing goddess.
He knew her well. Cersei only asked for permission once she knew she'd already won. She clenched her cunt around his cock and rode him with a frenzy, her face twisted in pure joy. Harry pulled her down and bit her nipple, and that was the last push she needed. She screamed, and her entire body spasmed up as she came. The muscles of her pussy clamped down with bruising force, and Harry slammed into her one last time, filling her with thick globs of cum.
Cersei collapsed on top of him with her tits crushed against his chest, her breath hot and ragged in his ear. She rolled to the side, but didn't let go of his cock. She lazily stroked it, milking every last drop out of him with her hand.
She finally looked up, her face flushed and satisfied. "So, I have your leave?" she asked in a dreamy voice.
He ran a hand through her hair and kissed her forehead. Cersei mewled cutely and melted into him. "You have my leave. I'll make the arrangements, and you can leave in a few days' time."
Cersei's eyes sparkled with smug, wicked pleasure. She kissed him deeply, and her tongue slipped into his mouth. After breaking the kiss, she rolled away and stretched out in the sunlight, looking perfectly at home and utterly victorious. "I will need some gold. I can't go to King's Landing looking like a pauper," she told him, and all he could do was roll his eyes.
The Dread Lord of Essos
Harry strolled through the Pleasure District in the late morning sun, hands behind his back and chin lifted in satisfaction. The street was a perfectly leveled ribbon of polished stone, flanked by fruit trees, potted flowers, and the enormous marble columns that framed every entrance. Each building had its own style, chosen specifically by the person who had purchased the land rights from him. Some mirrored the sleek lines of Yi Ti palaces, and others the curving, organic forms of Qarthian architecture. One had a roof shaped like an open seashell. It was called the Moaning Mermaid, and Harry didn't need to guess what would go on in there. Another had its doors carved to resemble a woman's legs spread wide, the entrance itself positioned for maximum innuendo.
Harry watched the work crews for a while. The Drones moved with inhuman speed and precision, stacking bricks, pouring tile grout, and carrying statuary into position. A pair of former Dothraki girls laughed and chased each other down the street, their dresses slit to the hips and their breasts bouncing free in the breeze. Nobody batted an eye. The entire district throbbed with the kind of freedom that could only exist in a city where he was the undisputed god-king.
He made his way to the district's heart, where a new fountain glimmered in the light. He'd designed it himself. The outer edge was a shallow pool rimmed with night-blooming lilies. In the center, on a pedestal of gold-veined stone, stood a statue wrought entirely of gold. It was Myrcella and Daenerys, both completely nude and locked in a tender embrace. Myrcella's lips brushed Dany's cheek, while Dany's hands cupped Myrcella's ass and pulled her in. Both bodies were lean and flawless, and every detail of their skin, hair, and even the tiny wrinkles of their nipples had been uncannily rendered by Harry's own magic.
He stood back and admired his handiwork. When he'd unveiled the statue, both girls had squealed in pride and excitement. Later that night, Myrcella rode him in bed while Daenerys sat astride his face, both girls competing for his attention. They took turns kissing, then sucking him, and then licking each other. They didn't stop until he filled both their mouths, and they licked the taste of him from each other's tongues.
A faint cough interrupted his memory. Harry turned and found himself face to face with a slim, severe man in a crimson doublet. It was the head banker from the Iron Bank. He had hair like damp wool and the pale, sunless complexion of a lifelong accountant. The banker bowed with his hands clasped together. "Lord Harold. I see the Pleasure District exceeds all expectations."
Harry smiled and didn't correct the man's title. "It's coming along. I trust the bank is happy with the trade so far?"
"More than happy," the banker said, glancing at the golden statue with obvious interest. "We have a matter to discuss, if I may."
Harry gestured for him to continue.
"The main branch of the bank is on the far side of the King's Garden. The merchants and gentlemen who will frequent this district have asked for a … ah … secondary hub, if you will. A place where one may discreetly withdraw funds. The walk is a burden, you see. Especially for patrons who may not wish to be seen in the main lobby."
Harry couldn't help but smirk. "You want to build a little bank in the middle of my city of sin?"
The banker smiled thinly. "We see it as a matter of efficiency, my Lord. For everyone's convenience."
Harry eyed the fountain, then pointed at an empty lot halfway down the avenue. "There. Put it on the corner, next to the Lotus Garden. You can't miss it."
The banker bowed deeply, scribbled a note, and nearly tripped over his own feet as he hurried off. Harry watched him go and shook his head in amusement. If the Iron Bank wanted to get in on the debauchery, he would let them. It would only make it easier to keep the whole world's economy in his pocket.
He stood for a moment, letting the warmth of the sun and the spray of the fountain wash over him. The statue glittered, and the city hummed around him. Everything was exactly as he wanted.
The Dread Lord of Essos
"Next," Harry called, and the door opened at once.
The Copper Maiden was to be the finest club in the world, and his private office was the definition of excess. The walls were paneled with polished blackwood and inlaid with mother-of-pearl. A large, perfectly clear window ran the length of the wall, giving him a bird's eye view of the main stage and the seating floor. The office floor was covered in a thick, lush carpet from Myr that muffled every sound. Harry lounged in a wide, deep leather chair behind a curved desk. Missandei stood to his left, notebook in hand. Her posture was perfect, and yet still graceful.
Missandei wore a coppery silk dress that pushed the limits of decency. The neckline dropped all the way to her mound, exposing the insides of her breasts and her entire belly. The skirt was cut in two slits up to her hips, revealing her long, toned legs. Her skin was the color of caramel, and her curly hair was up in a high, elegant twist. She watched each new candidate with a cool, appraising gaze.
The next hopeful was a redhead, and not just any redhead. Her hair was a shock of molten copper, her skin pale as cream, and her tits so magnificently round and large that even Missandei looked impressed for a split second. The redhead shut the door behind her and let her simple linen shift fall away. She stood there, fully naked. Her nipples were pink and hard in the cool air, and she made no attempt to hide her body.
"She has excellent tits," Harry observed, rising from his chair.
The redhead smirked, braced her hands behind her back, and thrust her chest forward. "I have been told so, my Lord," she replied, her voice thick with the rolling accent of Lys. "And I hear you are a connoisseur."
"Her name is Veranys," Missandei supplied without looking down. "She comes recommended by Taro Pendaerys." Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Taro Pendaerys?" he asked, having never heard the name before.
"He is the merchant prince of the Spice Quarter in Lys, Your Grace. I believe he hopes to gain favor with you."
Harry nodded and circled the girl, his eyes wandering. "Are you a good dancer, Veranys?"
She licked her lips, then grinned. "I am the best in Lys, my Lord. They say when I dance, women weep and men beg for my touch."
He moved behind her, and his hands slid up her sides. His fingertips brushed the hourglass curve of her waist. He pressed his palms against her perfect hips, kneaded them, then trailed his hands up to cup both of her breasts. Veranys let out a low, hungry moan, and her hands reached up to pull her hair over her shoulder, baring her neck. Harry played with her tits, squeezing and bouncing them, his thumbs rolling over the stiff, perfect nipples. Her flesh was soft and flawless.
"Her skin is very soft," Harry said. "I can't find a single blemish. She would look good in anything, or nothing at all."
Missandei wrote it down. "Soft skin, responsive to touch, excellent figure."
Harry pinched Veranys's nipples, making her whimper. He then ran a hand down her belly and traced a circle around her belly button. Her pussy was bare and smooth, and the lips were full and pink. When his fingers drifted lower, he found her already slick with arousal. "She's eager," Harry said, and Veranys giggled aloud, her body writhing against his hands.
He stepped back and gestured at a clear space near the desk. "Show us."
Veranys nodded once, then began her dance.
Veranys straightened her spine and drew his gaze to her tits. Then, with a little smirk, she lifted her arms high and rolled her wrists, beckoning unheard music from the air. The movement sent her copper hair shivering down her back and drew every eye to the sharp lines of her clavicle and the gentle curves below. She stalked forward a single step, letting her bare feet sink slightly into the lush Myrish rug, then shook her shoulders so both breasts jiggled in a perfectly synced wave.
Rather than drag things out with a slow burlesque-style show, she dropped abruptly to her knees, her thighs spread, and toes pointed behind her. She let her hands travel from her hips to her belly. Her hands caressed her stomach with a lover's familiarity. She then pressed her tits together, pinching one nipple, then the other, wearing a teasing smile. With her chin tilted up, she presented her body for inspection and waited for them to acknowledge her. Harry's own cock had already started to thicken, and the sight of her so open and brazen made him want to mount her on the desk. Even Missandei, with her aloof professional expression, couldn't stop her eyes from flickering back and forth between the dancer's mouth and her exposed cunt.
Veranys's hands rose to her hair and gathered it in a loose fist, and she dragged it deliberately across her face and neck before letting the strands fall over one side. She arched her body to the left, then to the right, showing the perfect symmetry of her figure. She cupped her own breasts again and rolled the nipples between thumb and finger, making it clear she relished their sensitivity. Her thighs pressed in tight together, so her mound bulged outward with the pale lips forming a pink, perfect heart above the crease.
She leaned back on her elbows, letting her pelvis move up, and she began to rock her hips in a smooth, obscene wave. It was the motion of a woman who knew how to fuck, and Harry could see that she knew exactly what she was doing. She gave them both a preview of what she could do with the rest of her body. Her hands trailed down to her knees, then up again, raking her painted nails over her own inner thighs, and she shuddered theatrically as her fingers found the slick, hairless folds of her cunt. A gentle press made the lips part, but she stopped just short of spreading herself open. Instead, she drew a single finger up the line of her slit, then brought it to her lips and sucked the tip while staring straight at Harry.
He had to admit, she was exceptional at this. She was aware of her effect on him, and she played to it like a master.
Veranys rose with a dancer's grace, twisting around so her ass was front and center. She bent at the waist, placed her hands flat to the rug, and jiggled her hips so the cheeks of her ass wobbled and clapped together. Then she rolled upright, cocked her hip, and used both hands to frame her ass. Every movement was exaggerated, but she never lost her poise. Even when she twisted to the side and let one hand slip between her cheeks, she kept her eyes fixed on Harry and Missandei, reading their faces with the focus of a performer trying to judge the perfect next move.
When she turned again, her hair whipped around her face, and she used both hands to knead her breasts together and bounce them. The nipples were flushed, and the crinkled tips jutted away from her pale areolas. Slowly, she approached Harry's desk. Her hips swayed, and her tits jiggled with every step. Rather than just stand before him, she climbed onto the desk itself. She spread her knees wide and crawled towards him so her face was level with his own. She was close enough that he could smell the perfume on her, as well as the sweet, musky scent of her wet cunt.
Veranys reached out and placed both hands on Harry's shoulders, then used them as leverage to lower herself onto his lap. She straddled him without a hint of shame, her thighs trapping his hips and her nipples brushing the fabric of his shirt. She rocked her pelvis forward, grinding on his obvious erection, and then curled forward so her tits pressed against his chest. She cupped the back of his head and drew him towards her left breast, the nipple aimed squarely at his lips.
"Would you taste me, my Lord?" she whispered, her voice breathless and hungry.
Harry answered by taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Veranys gasped, holding him closer as if she wanted to fuse his mouth to her tit. He bit gently, then tongued the tip, swirling it around until it stood impossibly stiff. He could feel her shivering, not just in play but with actual arousal. When he moved to the other nipple, she mewled and ground harder against his lap.
His hand dropped to her ass and squeezed before sliding down to cup her pussy from behind. His fingers brushed along the length of her slit and found it dripping wet. He let his middle finger glide up the center, collecting her juices. Harry pressed the tip up into her entrance. She bucked instantly, burying his face in her chest, and he felt her clamp down so hard it was clear she was very good at the physical side of her trade. Missandei coughed softly but did not comment. She just made another note in her book.
Harry pulled away from her breast and looked up into Veranys's flushed, eager face. "You're talented. Where did you learn to do that?"
Veranys smiled coyly. "I started out at the Perfumed Garden, my Lord. I was their favorite."
He nodded, then withdrew his finger and brought it to his lips, licking her juices off in full view. She watched with wide, hungry eyes, waiting to see what he would do next. Harry gently lifted her off his lap and set her on the edge of his desk. She sat up straight, legs apart, and let her hands rest demurely in her lap. She was breathing hard, but there was no shame in her, only pride.
He let her up, then turned to Missandei, who was still making notes. "She can dance, and she's proud of her skills. She's not afraid to take initiative."
"Noted," Missandei said, her lips twitching with a hint of a smile.
Veranys knelt on the carpet, arched her back, and spread her knees wide, blatantly showing off her wet, pink pussy. "Have I passed the test, my Lord?"
Harry smiled. "You've passed the first. There's a second, but that's for after hours." He looked to Missandei. "Set her up with a room. I'll visit her tonight and see what else she's good at."
Missandei shut her notebook with a snap, her eyes finally lingering on the naked girl. "Come," she ordered, and Veranys followed her out, her hips swaying with pride.
Harry sat back and closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the lingering scent of sex in the air and the knowledge that, in his city, every pleasure was his to command.