The Dread Lord of Essos (Ch. 78)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

The Dread Lord of Essos

Chapter 78

Harry barely remembered crawling into bed that night. After arriving back home, he had spent hours entertaining Myrcella and Daenerys. It was all a blur of moans and naked, sweaty bodies. He’d lost track of time entirely, so it was a surprise when the next conscious moment was the soft click of his own bedroom door.

He rolled over, unsure whether it was morning or midnight, and blinked at the dark silhouette standing in the doorway. The castle was a maze of corridors and servants, but he’d paid well for privacy, and his bedchamber was supposed to be off-limits. The intruder obviously didn’t care. She stepped in with a confidence that few women possessed. Her wide, inviting hips swayed tantalizingly, and her lips were curled in a sexy smirk.

Cersei always preferred making a dramatic entrance. Tonight, she wore a sheer burgundy gown cut scandalously low. The fabric clung to her body in all the right places, following the flared curve of her hips and the plump swell of her breasts. Her blonde hair was pinned up, revealing her angular jaw and the elegant slope of her neck. The only jewelry she wore was a single gold chain that dipped into her cleavage and disappeared between her breasts. As she strolled forward, her green eyes shone with hunger.

He propped himself up on one elbow, fighting the post-orgasmic haze that still clung to him. “You couldn’t wait, could you?” he asked in a raspy, tired voice.

“I’ve been patient long enough,” Cersei stated in an aroused purr. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to finish your little voyage … and I saw the company you brought back. I thought I would remind you of what’s waiting for you at home.” She paused at the foot of his bed, planted her hands on her hips, and smirked. “I see you’re already halfway there.”

He followed her gaze down, realized his morning wood was tenting the blanket, and grinned lazily. “Is it the dress or what’s underneath that’s causing such a reaction?” she asked with an amused smirk.

“A little bit of both,” Harry replied with a smirk of his own.

Cersei unfastened the thin gold chain, tossed it onto the bedside table, and slipped the gown from her shoulders. The fabric slithered down her body, catching briefly on her wide hips, before pooling at her feet. She stood there, baring everything in the dim light. Her skin was almost as pale as the cream-colored sheets, but her areolas were a deep, healthy pink. Her breasts were full and high, and her nipples were already hard and crinkled from the chill. Below, her stomach was flat and taut, and the shallow curve of her belly button descended to a smooth, bare mound. He loved how she always kept her body completely hairless. It made her look regal and lewd all at once.

Harry couldn’t help but stare. “I’ve missed your body,” he said, his voice practically a growl.

Cersei crawled onto the bed, her knees digging into the mattress. Her breasts hung beneath her, swinging gently as she moved up the length of his body. She climbed over his lap and straddled him with her thighs spread wide. She leaned down until her tits were dangling in his face. Cersei shook her chest until her hard nipples were brushing against his skin. Harry wasted no time. He cupped one breast and took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard nub. Cersei arched her back and let out a pleased little hum.

Cersei immediately got to work. With one hand, she pushed down the blanket until his massive erection sprang free. Her hand was cool and soft against his burning shaft, and she guided it to her lips. “You’re bigger than I remember,” she whispered, her voice tinged with awe. “Did you make those foreign whores scream with pleasure?”

Harry grinned and lightly pinched her nipple. “I make every woman I’m with scream,” Harry teased her.

She answered by swallowing his cock to the base. She wasn’t shy or demure about it, either. Her mouth was hot and hungry, her tongue twirled with practiced skill, and her throat squeezed him as she bobbed up and down. She didn’t waste time teasing him. Instead, she fucked her own face on him, gagging slightly as she took him deep. Cersei moaned around his shaft, and the sound vibrated through his throbbing shaft.

He grabbed both her tits and squeezed them together until her cleavage formed a perfect valley. Harry then pinched her nipples with his thumbs. Cersei’s whole body shuddered, but she didn’t break her rhythm. Her eyes stayed fixed on his, watching for every twitch of pleasure. Her tongue was a force of nature, tracing every vein and ridge while her hand squeezed the base and twisted just enough to make him squirm.

“Fucking hell, Cersei … You’re a beast. If you’re not careful, I’ll cum right down your throat,” Harry grunted while squeezing her perky tit.

She popped off his cock with a loud, wet gasp and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Please do. I want every drop in my mouth. You’ll give it to me, won’t you?” She smirked sexily before taking him back in. This time was slower and sloppier. Spit dripped down her chin and onto her tits, and she used her free hand to smear it over her nipples, pinching them as she worked him.

It was filthy, and the sight of it just about made Harry explode. He fought it, though, and held back as best he could. He dug his fingers into her hair to steady himself. Cersei seemed to sense the moment and picked up the pace. Her head bobbed faster, and her cheeks hollowed with the immense effort. He watched her breasts swing. He watched her tongue lap at his tip every time she rose for air, and he watched her beautiful eyes flutter shut as she devoured him.

Her lips sealed tight, and she sucked him hard. Harry felt himself tip over the edge. The orgasm tore through him, and he let out a deep, rough groan and came, filling her mouth with thick shots of cum. Cersei drank it all, milking him with her hand until he was completely spent. She then licked him clean before releasing his cock with a final, wet pop.

She moved his cock out of the way and placed a wet kiss on his balls. Harry moaned and caressed the back of her neck, playing with the soft, little hairs at the base of her skull. Cersei shuddered and kissed up and down the length of his shaft.

“Now that you’re wide awake …,” she said in a rough and smoky voice. “... I expect you to return the favor.”

She flopped down beside him, spread her legs, and ran her fingers over her own slick folds. Her pussy glistened in the candlelight, and her clit was already swollen and poking out from between the lips. She ran a finger over it and shuddered.

Harry’s answer was to kiss down her neck and over her tits, sucking her nipples and biting them until she gasped. His hand slid between her legs, and his fingers parted her folds and teased her entrance. She was already soaked, and her hot juices dripped down his fingers. He pushed two fingers inside her and curled them while his mouth worked her tits.

Cersei moaned and wrapped her thighs around his wrist, grinding herself against his hand. “Harder,” she demanded, and he obliged, pumping her fast and rough. Her hips bucked, and her pussy clutched his fingers.

He slid further down, lined up his face with her pussy, and slowly dragged his tongue up her slit. Cersei grabbed a fistful of his hair and held his face against her scorching hot pussy, grinding herself against his mouth. Her hard clit slid back and forth along his lips, and he flicked her clit with his tongue and sucked it between his lips. Cersei’s whole body tensed, and her moans echoed throughout the room.

She came quickly, and her pussy spasmed around his fingers. Her thighs clamped down on his head as she rode out the orgasm. Cersei’s hips jerked before releasing him with a long, satisfied sigh. She shifted her hips back and pulled her clit from his lips. Harry slid his drenched fingers from her pussy and kissed her bald mound, making her mewl.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she said, her voice trembling.

She shoved him flat on his back, climbed over him, and impaled herself on his cock. Her pussy let out a loud, perverted squelch as she sank down on him. Her silky walls fluttered and gripped his shaft, making Harry groan and thrust his hips upward. Harry ran his hands up her soft, smooth thighs and gripped her wide, fleshy hips. He possessively clutched her hips as she rode him in a slow, grinding motion, rolling her hips and squeezing his cock. Her tits bounced and jiggled with every thrust of her hips, and she grabbed them herself and pinched her own nipples while she fucked him.

Harry grabbed her hips and guided her up and down. He then sat up so he could suck on her tits as she bounced on his lap. His lips wrapped around one of her hard, little nubs, and he sucked hard enough to make her gasp. He wiggled his tongue around the crinkled tip of her nipple, and her pussy tightened in response. Cersei dug her nails into his back and fucked him with a desperation he wasn’t prepared for.

She orgasmed again and shuddered hard. Her pussy tightened around him until he could barely stand it. He pulled her down, held her tight around the waist, and fucked her harder and faster, until he was about to cum again. Cersei’s eyes rolled back, and she screamed as she hit her third orgasm, her whole body going taut. That was enough for him. He buried himself in her and exploded, filling her with hot spurts of thick cum.

Cersei collapsed on his chest, sucking in deep breaths. She let out a pleased laugh and rolled off him, curling up beside him and nuzzling her face into his shoulder. “You’re not allowed to leave the city ever again,” she said, her voice muffled by his skin.

He laughed and stroked her hair. “If that’s what waits for me here, I might not.”

Harry was still catching his breath when Cersei slithered down his body and licked the sweat from his chest, her eyes flashing with renewed purpose. She wasn’t sated just yet, and her lips trailed over his spent cock. She licked him clean and moaned at the taste, and her eyes became ravenous as his cock inflated in her mouth.

She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide, displaying her pussy to him. Her inner lips were flushed, swollen, and shiny with arousal, and her fingers played with the slick folds. She parted them to show the vivid pink inside. Her clit stood out stiff and proud as she looked at him.

“Come here and fucke me properly,” she moaned as her finger ran circles around her hard clit.

Harry shifted over her and planted a kiss on each breast before settling between her thighs. Cersei mewled sexily and rubbed her nipples over his lips. Harry made sure to suck each one before moving on. He ran a finger over her slit and marveled at how wet she was. Harry pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance, and she reached down, guided him in, and squeezed him with her tight, silky walls. He pushed forward, and her pussy lips stretched around him, gripping him like a vice. She was incredibly tight, but the heat and wetness made it easy for him to slide all the way in with a slow, steady thrust.

Cersei moaned loudly and shamelessly, and he was sure the servants could hear them in the corridor. She hooked her ankles behind his back, locked him in place, and rocked her hips upward to meet his thrusts. Each time he pulled back, her cunt clung to him, refusing to let him go. The squelch of her pussy was loud in the quiet room, and every thrust sent a fresh wave of liquid down his shaft, drenching the sheets beneath her.

He set a frustratingly slow pace for her, savoring every flutter of her walls as she milked his cock. Cersei dug her nails into his ass and dragged him deeper with every thrust. She craned her neck up and kissed him. Cersei nipped his lip and then sucking his tongue into her mouth, moaning as she squirmed against him.

“Harder,” she whispered against his lips. “I want to be sore tomorrow.”

He picked up the pace and fucked her harder. The sound of their wet flesh slapping filled the room. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and her hard nipples brushed his chest. Her face was contorted in pleasure. Her mouth was open, sucking in deep breaths. Her eyes were fluttering, and her pale cheeks were flushed pink. Out of nowhere, she violently orgasmed again, and she shuddered beneath him. Her pussy clamped down so hard he had to fight not to blow his load immediately.

“Keep going,” she pleaded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in his neck. “Seed me.”

Harry kept fucking her through her orgasm and into another, her body writhing under his. She nipped at his neck, left angry red marks on his back, and arched her hips to take every inch he could give. He could feel her hot breath washing over his skin, and he could hear her pleasured whimpers.

Harry moaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt. He gave her a few more shallow thrusts and emptied himself inside her while Cersei moaned and bit down on his shoulder. He stayed buried in her, pumping her full of cum, until she finally released his hips and went limp on the bed.

Her legs were still spread, and his cock slowly softened inside her. Cersei played with his hair with a satisfied smile on her lips. “So, am I better than your foreign whores?” she asked with a smirk.

He kissed her forehead. “Infinitely.” That wasn’t exactly true, but he told her what she wanted to hear.

Cersei purred and cuddled against his side. “Good, because I’m not sharing you with anyone else … Not tonight anyway.”

Harry laughed and squeezed her ass. “As you wish.” She closed her eyes with a happy sigh while his cum slowly seeped from her freshly fucked pussy.

The Dread Lord of Essos

Illyrio Mopatis sat in the luxurious meeting room of his manse, surrounded by the spoils earned and stolen over his lifetime. Three firepits burned on the marble floor, but the heat was swallowed up by the stones and the high, arched roof. He wore his thickest silks and still shivered. He watched the smoke climb and the black logs expel cinders every time the wood popped. He then returned his gaze to the far end of the room.

There, a bald figure approached with slow, mincing steps. Illyrio recognized Varys before the eunuch’s first footfall landed. Varys wore layers of padded robes, each in a faded, nondescript color, as if he were trying to blend into the stone itself. Illyrio admired this. So many people tried to appear greater than they were. Varys tried to disappear, which only made the man more dangerous to deal with.

Varys bowed low. “My apologies for the lateness of the hour.”

Illyrio waved his hand. “No matter … You are a friend. Now, come. I had food brought up fresh, but it is cold by now.” He gestured to the long, low table before the fire. “Sit. You will freeze standing there.”

Varys obeyed and slid into a padded bench across from Illyrio. The manse was quiet, save for the wind rattling the shutters and the slow dripping of condensation from the ceiling. Illyrio watched his guest, weighing every gesture and glance. He had spent thirty years perfecting this art.

“Wine?” Illyrio asked, lifting a crystal decanter. “It will warm you.”

Varys nodded, his hands folded on his lap. Illyrio poured the deep red liquid into two cups. The cups were gold and studded with jewels. Each cost more than a peasant would make in his lifetime. He handed one to Varys, and they sipped in unison.

“You did not come for my pleasant company,” Illyrio said. “What news do you bring?”

Varys looked at the flames. “The king has returned to Seven Swords.”

Illyrio raised an eyebrow. “I thought he would stay gone. Did he not vanish in Asshai?”

“He did,” Varys replied. “But Harold Hill is not so easily lost. He returned nearly a week ago. The city held a festival in his honor. He is …” Varys trailed off, searching for the right word. “... very popular.”

Illyrio grimaced, and his chins rolled with the motion. “The others will not like that. Nor will Young Griff.”

“That is precisely why I came,” said Varys. “We are running out of time. Every day that Harold breathes, more in Westeros learn his name and fewer remember ours.”

Illyrio sipped again, his gaze distant. “And what of the girl?”

“Daenerys?” Varys shrugged. “She remains at Harold’s side. As does the Lannister girl. They have become inseparable. If rumors are true, they share his bed.”

Illyrio smiled at that, his eyes squinting. “The boy has always been ambitious. Even in matters of the heart.”

“Especially in matters of the heart,” Varys corrected. “That is what troubles me.”

Illyrio leaned forward, his hands steepled over his considerable belly. “Tell me.”

Varys set his cup down. His hands were soft and well-kept, but his fingers trembled with nervous energy. “There are mercenary companies moving in the east. Many of them, in fact. I have gathered as many sellswords as I dare, but …” he paused, glancing up. “... without the girl, our plan will fail. Harold does not intend to let her go.”

Illyrio stroked his beard. “Perhaps if we take the city, we take her as well.”

Varys smiled thinly. “If you can take the city. Have you seen its walls? He has three. They are all very tall and bristling with artillery. Even the gates are as thick as a man’s waist.”

Illyrio grunted. “Perhaps a siege? Artillery does not stop hunger.”

“Nor will a siege stop a dragon,” Varys added.

There was a long silence. Illyrio drained his cup, signaled a servant for more, and waited until the man was gone before he spoke. “You believe he will send the beast after us?”

Varys gave a slight nod. “It is his habit, yes. The city is circled every night by the black brute. It sleeps in his garden, or atop the castle, or in the market square. The smallfolk call it Nightbane, though I believe Harold calls it Daemon.”

Illyrio smirked. “That is a touch dramatic.”

Varys tilted his head. “If you see it, you would agree. They say it is twice the size of the old Targaryen dragons … and far more clever.”

Illyrio set his cup down with care. “I am working on a solution. My men in Lys have located something that may solve our problem, but I need time.”

“We have none,” Varys said. “Winter has begun in the north. The rivers will freeze in weeks. After that, our armies will be stuck where they are, and Harold will have months, if not years, to prepare.”

Illyrio considered this. He plucked a fig from a plate, bit into it, and chewed. “Then we act soon.”

Varys said, “If Young Griff is to be king, he must be seen as such. We cannot let this upstart continue spreading his influence. He will surely set his sights on Westeros. We must have the girl.”

Illyrio wiped his hands on his robe. “I understand. I will accelerate the work. Tell me … if we succeed, do you think the lords will follow him?”

Varys’s lips curved in a cold smile. “If we win, the lords will follow anything with a crown and a cock.”

Illyrio barked a laugh. “That is why I have always liked you.”

He reached for the decanter, poured again, and toasted. “To victory, then … and to the end of one dragon … and the rise of another.”

Varys drank, but his eyes never left Illyrio’s. “To the end of one dragon, and the rise of another,” he repeated softly.

Illyrio set his cup aside and leaned forward. “There is another matter.” Varys waited, and Illyrio continued, “The man called Clegane. He is working with the upstart. He killed the Company of the Cat’s commander last week. Heads were sent in boxes to Lys and Tyrosh. It is … unsubtle.”

Varys showed his palms. “Harold prefers to send messages rather than words. It is a lesson he learned from Tywin Lannister, I suppose.”

Illyrio grunted. “We have our own dogs.”

“They are not so loyal,” Varys countered.

Illyrio’s gaze sharpened. “You have doubts?”

“Not in the men. In the plan. If the girl is lost, we may not be able to proceed.”

“Then do not lose her,” Illyrio countered.

Varys gave a slow nod. “I will do what must be done.”

The wind howled outside, rattling the shutters again. Illyrio gestured at the fire. “You should stay the night. There are rooms prepared. There is no need to risk the roads.”

Varys rose, giving Illyrio a short, grateful bow. “Thank you. I will see to my work.”

Illyrio watched the eunuch drift away. He thought of dragons, the bitter cold, and of the boy he had raised in secret so many years ago. He thought of ways to use Daenerys and perhaps the Lannister girl to his advantage. Unfortunately, they were out of reach … for now. The game was not over, but it would be soon. He poured himself a final cup, and this time he drank it alone.