The Dread Lord of Essos (Ch. 64)(Exclusive)

The Dread Lord of Essos

Chapter 64

After Harry’s drones secured the small island, he took a small row boat out to the stranded ship that was beached on the reefs. No arrows came flying at him as he approached, so he assumed there weren’t any archers aboard. However, when he pulled up to the side of the ship, several men poked their top halves over the railing. They shouted expletives at him and shook their swords, hoping to scare him off. Instead, Harry sent a blast of fire at them, which made them immediately back off. Harry jumped higher than any normal human could and landed on the deck with his sword in hand. The men he had hit with fire were stumbling around and holding their faces. Their cries of agony indicated how much pain they were in. One man’s greasy hair was still smoking while he furiously rubbed his eyes with the butts of his palms. With a simple hand gesture, Harry levitated them into the air and flung them hundreds of feet out into the ocean. If they somehow made it back to the island alive, his drones would finish them off.

Harry walked over to the captain’s quarters and politely knocked on the door. Of course, no one answered. Harry sighed and kicked the door off its hinges. A male cry of shock met his ears. As he entered the room, he wrinkled his nose from the foul odor. It smelled of a man who hadn’t washed in a very long time. The grizzled man, who Harry assumed was the captain, opened his mouth and let out a harsh scream. His mouth was filled with rotted teeth, and his breath was horrendous. He immediately charged at Harry, brandishing a long, wicked blade. Once within reaching distance, he swiped at Harry’s face but was blocked by him simply raising his arm. The captain’s hand bounced off Harry’s armored forearm, and the knife dropped to the wooden floor with a clunk. The captain spun and danced around comically, holding his now injured hand. Harry couldn’t understand the words he was saying. Still, from the tone alone, he imagined the captain was cursing Harry’s mother, father, children, and anyone else loosely associated with him. The moment his back was turned, Harry picked up the blade from the floor and took his own swipe. As the captain turned, the blade sliced through the flesh of his neck. His eyes bugged out, and he stood there in complete shock for just past a second. The line across the front of his neck turned pink just before a waterfall of blood began pouring out of the wound. The front of his filthy shirt darkened, and that was when the panic set in. His hands enclosed his neck, covering the wound. Of course, it didn’t do any good. Blood poured through his grime-covered fingers, and his disgusting tongue lolled from his mouth. Wheezing gasps and gurgles were the last things to leave his mouth before his legs gave out. He collapsed to his knees and shot Harry one last look of contempt before falling to his side. Harry watched as his body tensed over the final seconds of his life. Finally, his muscles went slack, and his body twitched a few times before it went still.

The smell of the cabin was very unpleasant, and Harry wasn’t eager to spend any amount of time searching it. He would leave that job to his drones. Harry didn’t bother closing the door before he left. He just dropped the knife beside the body and walked out.

Harry dropped down into the hold of the ship. The smell wasn’t much better. Lining both walls, dozens of men, women, and children were shackled with heavy chains by their wrists. The women and children looked especially frightened. This discovery didn’t surprise him. This was a slave ship, after all, but it didn’t make the sight any better. Harry sighed and got to work. One after another, Harry used his incredible physical strength to rip the chains from the thick wooden beams. All of the captives just stood there, too scared to try and escape. Even the adult men didn’t try to attack him. Soon after, his drones arrived and found the shackle key. One came down into the hold and began unlocking their iron cuffs before directing them to the ship’s deck. He would make sure they were all returned to their homeland. Harry was about to leave when he heard a female whimper coming from a storage room in the aft of the hold. He investigated and found the wooden door locked with a heavy padlock. Harry pulled it and ripped the mounting from the door and frame. The loud sound frightened whoever was inside, and a soft cry filtered through the door. Harry pushed the door open to try not to scare them any further. Whoever was in there sounded young. When Harry looked inside, he found a female with a young face but a much bigger body than should be possible.

The small room consisted of a dirty, hay-stuffed mattress on the floor and a bucket for a bathroom. The girl was curled up in the corner of the room, her hands shackled together. She looked at him, clearly terrified. The first thing he noticed was that her face was extraordinarily beautiful and looked distinctly Japanese, except for her skin. It was a bit darker. Of course, on Planetos, Japan didn’t exist, but there were several kingdoms whose people had Asiatic features. Her eyes were large and appeared slightly disproportionate. The irises were golden, giving them a stunning look. Her forehead and cheeks were dirty, and Harry easily spotted tear tracks on her cheeks that had washed away some of the dirt. Her hair was darker than his, almost jet black, and it flowed over her shoulders in tangled sheets. She was barefoot, and like the rest of her bare skin, her feet were covered in grime. The rest of her body was covered with an outfit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in his city … if it wasn’t for the fact that it was filthy and tattered. Her lower half consisted of a long skirt that hung low on her belly and had a slit going all the way up to her hip. Her upper torso was covered with a crop top that bared all of her belly and shoulders. It completely covered her chest and ended just below her non-existent breasts. Both articles of clothing were made of red silk. Harry knew enough about silk to realize they were very high quality. Both were embellished with golden threadwork from an obvious master of the craft.

While Harry normally didn’t like doing this, he made an exception. He entered her mind and basically downloaded the knowledge of her language. Doing this made his brain feel fuzzy and out of whack, thanks to his human form. Harry took a moment to recover before looking at the girl again. He opened his mouth and began to talk.

“You have nothing to fear. I’m here to help,” he spoke in her native language. He wasn’t used to speaking this language, so he couldn’t correctly nail the accent. His words didn’t have much effect on her state of distress. Harry removed his helmet so she could properly see him. Her eyes widened ever so slightly at seeing his clean, handsome face. It had probably been a while since she last saw someone who wasn’t a disgusting slob. He smiled kindly at her and stepped into the room. As he did, she whimpered and pulled her knees up to her chest. Harry leaned in and reached down. He could see her body trembling as he did. Harry placed his hands on the chain holding her shackles together and pushed some magic into it. Both of the wrist cuffs popped open simultaneously. He gently pulled them from her wrists and tossed them into the waste bucket.

“W-Who are you?” she asked nervously. “What are you going to do with me?”

As he suspected, her voice sounded young. “My name is Harold,” he told her kindly. “I’m going to send you home.” Her beautiful face expressed obvious disbelief. “Can you tell me where you’re from?”

The girl appeared hesitant to answer but finally stated, “I am Lengii.”

This made sense to Harry. He knew little about the island of Leng, but what little he knew about its natives fit her description. He knew Leng was ruled by a god-empress and the native Lengii could grow over eight feet tall. He had also heard tales of the beauty possessed by the Lengii, especially the women. Harry didn’t know much about the island itself, only that most of it was covered with heavy jungles. Harry nodded his head at the girl’s response.

“May I know your name?” he asked her. Again, she was hesitant to respond. Harry kept his eyes locked onto hers. Eventually, she answered him.

“Kiana,” she quietly told him. Harry smiled at her.

“That’s a lovely name,” Harry replied. Kiana looked down shyly. “How old are you, Kiana?”

“I was born twelve years ago,” she told him nervously as she sat up. Even sitting on her knees, she was tall. He saw that she was rubbing her wrists. Harry knelt on one knee and joined her at eye level.

“Can I see your wrists?”

Kiana held out her hands, palms up. They were shaking badly. Her thin wrists were scraped and bruised. If they weren’t treated, they might get infected.

“Come with me, Kiana. I’ll take you to my ship, where you can get cleaned up. We’ll put some medicine on these,” he promised as he stood. She wrung her hands together as she thought. In the end, she shakily got to her feet. She probably thought that anywhere was better than the shithole she was currently in, Harry guessed. As she stood to full height, she was still shorter than Harry, but not by much. At over six feet tall, she was the tallest twelve-year-old that Harry had ever met.

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“How’s she doing?” Harry asked Melisandre as she exited Harry’s cabin. He had brought Kiana and Melisandre to his ship where she could bathe and eat. Harry figured that she might calm down with another woman present. Out of their sight, Harry conjured a new outfit of similar style and quality as the one she was already wearing, along with some footwear. He then gave the clothing to Melisandre and told her to help the girl get cleaned up and settled.

“Better than she was,” Melisandre told him. “My task would have been easier if I knew her language. The Lengii speak a specific dialect of YiTish,” she informed him. “However, I helped get her bathed and dressed. Being clean seems to have helped calm her nerves. She still seems uneasy, though.”

“I’m not surprised. Though quite tall, she is still just a child,” Harry reasoned. “Did you check her for any injuries?” Harry asked her. Melisandre nodded.

“Besides her wrists, there doesn’t appear to be any serious injuries. Her back has a few lash marks, though they aren’t severe and have mostly healed over,” she reported. Harry raised an eyebrow.

“She was whipped?”

“All newly acquired slaves are whipped as they enter the ship,” Melisandre told him as a matter of fact, as though it was perfectly reasonable. “It’s a show of force to keep them subordinate.”

That disturbingly made sense to him. ‘They can’t have the prisoners getting uppity,’ Harry thought. Just then, Harry received a mental ping from his drone.

“Go sit with her and keep her company. I’ll be in momentarily,” Harry told her, and Melisandre nodded and walked back into the room without a word. When the cabin door closed behind her, Harry faded away and joined his drone. He appeared in the slaver captain’s cabin, and the stench was just as foul as before. A Bubblehead Charm fixed that little problem. The drone walked away, not needing to talk since Harry knew everything they knew. Inside a locked wooden chest that his drone had broken open was a small collection of gold jewelry. It consisted of two thick cuff bracelets ornately etched with different designs, a pair of earrings, and two winding upper arm bands. One band was designed like a long, winding fern leaf, while the other was that of a winding snake. Every piece was made of solid gold. Clearly, the owner of these came from a wealthy family. Harry knew the captain didn’t rightfully own these. They obviously belonged to a female, and the rest of the female captives that Harry had rescued from the ship’s hold were certainly not members of a wealthy family. The only one on that ship who matched that description was Kiana. Her dress alone had likely cost more than a peasant would make in five years. Harry conjured a bag and transferred the items over before fading back to his ship.

Harry entered his cabin, and Kiana’s head snapped in his direction. She immediately rose to her feet and appeared very skittish. Harry sent her a handsome smile, hoping to ease the tension. “Peace, Kiana,” he said as he closed the door behind him. “Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?” he asked her.

“I am comfortable, thank you. I am not in need of anything,” she answered him, but just then, her stomach growled loudly. She blushed madly, turning her head in embarrassment. Harry avoided chuckling. He didn’t want to push her emotions any further.

“My helpers will bring you food shortly,” he assured her. Harry then presented the bag and pulled out one of the spiraled armbands. “Do these belong to you?”

Her eyes widened at the sight of it, and her head slowly nodded. “Yes,” she said quietly. “It was gifted to me by my mother for Hanamai.”

“What’s Hanamai?” Harry asked, curious. Melisandre remained sitting quietly on the edge of the bed.

“It is the festival we celebrate when the first golden flowers of winter bloom. We give gifts to our loved ones. It brings us luck for the season’s final harvest,” she explained, keeping her eyes trained on the armband. Harry nodded in understanding and placed all her items on the small table beside the bed. She reached out for them but pulled her hand back while looking curiously at Harry. He nodded encouragingly for her to take them. She slowly picked up one of the wrist cuffs and examined it. She was about to put it on when she stopped. He then remembered that her wrists probably still hurt. Harry walked over to his cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of healing paste.

“This will help heal you,” he said, showing her the bottle. “Rub plenty of it on your cuts and bruises. My friend Melisandre here will help you put it on your back. Is that okay?” Harry asked her gently. After a moment of silence, she finally nodded, and Harry handed her the bottle. A knock on the door made her jump. Harry opened the door and let his drones in. They brought in a dozen trays of food of varying types. There was meat, vegetables, different types of bread, soups, and stews. Harry didn’t know what the people of Leng ate, so he ordered his drones to make a little of everything. They also brought in jugs of water and several types of fruit juices.

“I don’t know what you like to eat, but I hope this is to your liking. Eat as much as you like and leave the rest. My servants will clean it up in the morning,” Harry told her. By then, it was getting dark outside, and her cute yawn told him she was rapidly tiring after the long, stressful day. As soon as her yawn ended, her hunger made itself known again when her stomach growled. Again, she blushed deeply.

“In the morning, we’ll set sail for Leng, and I’ll make sure you’re reunited with your family before we part. This will be your room for the journey. Please, make yourself at home,” he kindly told her. Harry and Melisandre would move to another cabin for the short trip. After his drones set the food on the table, another one brought a sleeping gown he had conjured. He handed it to Melisandre.

“Melisandre will help you get settled, and I’ll check in on you in the morning,” Harry explained. Kiana nodded in understanding. Harry then turned to the Red Priestess.

“Help her with the medicine and make sure she eats enough. If there are any problems, come find me in the next cabin over. That’s for her to sleep in … if she wants to wear it, of course.” Harry knew nothing about Lengii's sleeping habits, but offering whatever she might want was a good idea. Melisandre smiled beautifully at him and stood.

“Of course, My Lord,” she replied, nodding. Harry smiled at her before turning back to Kiana.

“Have a pleasant night,” he said before leaving. Kiana kept her eyes trained on him as he left.

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A couple of hours later, Melisandre slipped into Harry’s cabin. He had just begun dozing off when the sound of the door opening woke him. Melisandre sat down at the foot of the bed and removed her boots. She then stood up and slid the dress from her shoulders. Harry loved watching her undress, especially when she pulled down the top of her red dress. Her big breasts always spilled out and jiggled merrily. She forced her dress down lower and pushed it over her wide hips. Her smooth mound came into view, followed by her shapely thighs. As she stepped out of it, she climbed on the bed and crawled over to him. Harry smiled and lifted the blanket. Melisandre returned his smile and slid underneath it, joining her Lord. She immediately snaked her leg between his and pressed her breasts against his chest. He could feel how hard her nipples were. His cock quickly hardened as she rubbed the top of her smooth thigh against it. Melisandre wasted no time. Her lips found his bare chest, and she began laying soft kisses all over it. Harry threaded his fingers through her hair and gently scratched her scalp. Melisandre purred with delight.

“The girl?” Harry asked before she could get too caught up in her actions.

“Fed and in bed,” she quickly answered before returning her lips to his chest. Her thigh was rubbing harder against his cock in an obvious attempt to arouse him further. Harry rolled his eyes and asked nothing more of her. Melisandre always followed his instructions to the T, so he didn’t need to worry about anything going wrong. Harry rewarded her efforts by pulling her thigh and moving her body directly on top of his. Now her wet slit was pressed against his hard manhood. Her large breasts were mashed against his chest, and Melisandre took the opportunity to capture his lips in a steamy kiss. As she explored his mouth with her tongue, Harry’s hands found her wide bottom, and he spread her open. Melisandre was squirming on top of him, and she repositioned herself so that the head of his cock was firmly pressed against her opening. Sliding down a bit, she gasped into his mouth when his cock forced her lips apart and penetrated her.

Being inside Melisandre was always heavenly, Harry thought to himself as her incredible heat enveloped him. Her slick walls offered no friction and hugged him tightly as he slid inside. When he bottomed out, her taut lips were clutching the base of his shaft, not wanting to let go. This didn’t stop her from sliding forward. Her hard nipples slid up his chest while her wet pussy eased up the length of his shaft. At the height of her movement, she slid back down, taking him to the base. Harry couldn’t help but shudder as her inner walls massaged his length.

“You’re so big,” she shuddered. Melisandre was constantly amazed at how perfect his cock was. It was long, thick, and filled her like no man ever had. Just thinking about his perfect manhood made her pussy juice drip down her thighs. As she sank back down, a perverse wet sound squelched from her womanhood. Melisandre wasn’t embarrassed about the sounds her body made when being fucked by her Lord. She was proud of the fact that her Lord could coax such levels of arousal from her. Her body was his temple, and she was always open to him.

“And you’re so tight,” he complimented her. His words filled her with pride. “Your body pleases your Lord,” he added teasingly. She knew he was teasing her, but it didn’t matter. Just hearing those words made her pussy begin to cream.

She gripped his broad shoulders and pulled up until less than half of him was still in her. She then lowered herself and moaned sexily as she was stretched around him. The head of his cock hit that perfect place inside of her, and Melisandre whimpered in pleasure. Her nipples were incredibly stiff and sensitive from rubbing against his chest, and she desperately wanted them to be sucked. Pushing her upper half off of his body, she used her arms to hover her dangling breasts over his face. He rewarded her by wrapping his strong arms around her slender waist and taking the nipple that was brushing against his lips into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the hardened nub, causing her body to tremble. He sucked on it hard just as he began thrusting into her.

Harry smiled as he lightly pinched Melisandre’s nipple between his teeth. He increased his tempo, and before long, his groin was loudly smacking against her fleshy ass. His entire groin was soaked in her warm, fragrant juices, and the scent of her wet pussy was by far the best thing he had smelled that day. Harry could always tell when she was close to cumming. Her insides began to flutter and grip him with abnormal strength. Her already slick cunt became even more slippery as she creamed all over him. Melisandre was practically smothering him with her breasts. Harry did his duty by kissing, licking, and sucking on every inch of her cleavage and nipples that he could reach. When she couldn’t take any more pleasure, she collapsed flat on top of him. Harry rolled her over so that he was lying between her spread legs. His hip rocked back and forth as he continuously penetrated her deepest depths. The wet sounds of her getting utterly fucked only got louder the closer she came to climaxing. Melisandre couldn’t take it. Her body bowed, thrusting her breasts harder against his chest. Her walls contracted so tightly that she was almost strangling his pistoning cock. This brought a moan from his lips, and it pleased her greatly. She then focused all her efforts on keeping herself as tight as possible. It was her duty to bring him as much pleasure as possible. It was an arduous task, she discovered as she started to cum. Her squeals of pleasure were likely heard throughout the ship, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her vision began to blur as her Lord mercilessly pounded her, taking every scrap of pleasure for himself that he could. Melisandre choked out a strained wail as her pussy clutched him and refused to let go. Her vision darkened, and when she felt her loving Lord finally release inside of her, she happily gave in and succumbed to the darkness of slumber, knowing she had satisfied him. She drifted off with him still inside of her, just as she preferred.