The Dread Lord of Essos (Ch. 63)(Exclusive)

The Dread Lord of Essos

Chapter 63

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The seas were much rougher now that early winter was upon them. Two-meter waves were the norm and crashed upon his bow with an explosion of mist and foam. The air was much colder out at sea, but luckily, Harry wasn’t much affected by it, nor were his drones. They used his magic to keep themselves in top shape.

Instead of suffering through the cold wetness out on deck, Harry spent most of his journey in his warm bed with his companion. Melisandre had returned to his castle two days before he departed. When she heard of his plans to visit Asshai, she asked if she could accompany him. She had spent much of her life there, and it was where she had learned the art of Shadowbinding. She was also a Red Priestess at the local Red Temple and wanted to check in. Having a warm, smooth body along for his journey was very welcome, Harry concluded. Melisandre could also be useful when visiting Asshai since she grew up there and knew the local customs.

Melisandre was lying flat on her belly with her head turned to the side while Harry ran his hand up the back of her smooth thigh. She had a pleased smile on her face as Harry slowly caressed her skin.

“What do you know of the Isle of Whips?” Harry asked her as his hand caressed her shapely bottom. She turned her stunning eyes to him.

“There really isn’t much to tell, My Lord,” she answered and snuggled deeper into the bed. Her ass lifted slightly, telling him that she wanted him to play with it some more. Harry obliged her.

“It is a small and desolate island that is largely rocky and barren. There is very little vegetation and almost no animal life. It is mainly used by slavers as a way station,” she told him.

“I was hoping you might tell me something I didn’t already know about it,” Harry responded, sliding his hand between her cheeks. Her wet lips brushed against his fingers and dampened them.

“I was only there once when I was young. The slaver ship I was on briefly stopped on the island to resupply, and while there, a priest from the Red Temple purchased me. From what little I saw, it was a vile place filled with debaucherous slavers and pirates and miserable slaves. I was shipped to Asshai soon after,” she told him. Harry had heard her tale of being kidnapped as a child and sold into slavery before. She never spoke about it as though it had mentally scared her. To her, it was part of her destiny. If she hadn’t been sold to the Temple, she would have never known R’hllor’s warming light. At least, that was what she thought. Harry thought she was a bit mad, but he held his tongue since she could be very sensitive when it came to disparaging the Lord of Light.

“How many slavers are on the Isle?” Harry asked her as he massaged her slit with his fingers, making the gorgeous redhead gasp in delight. She wiggled her wide bottom and moaned when he pushed his fingers against her harder. The tips of his fingers were drenched in her juices.

“At any given time?” she asked, then answered her own question. “Less than a hundred … most likely.” She then looked over her shoulder at him. “Are you going to visit that awful place?” she asked him. Harry shrugged.

“I need a place to build a series of warehouses. I’m increasing the production of many necessities like food, wool, leather, furs, and such. They will be in greater demand once the cold really sets in. Having storage in the Eastern part of Essos will be helpful, so we’ll be making an unannounced visit to the island,” Harry explained and leaned over and kissed the small of her nude back. Her skin had a strange sweetness to it, and he could smell her intense arousal from so close. He squeezed both of her cheeks roughly and spread them apart. The musky smell of her pussy became even more apparent.

“Why not have your drones take care of it? The slavers aren’t known as particularly skilled swordsmen,” she asked while bowing her back and thrusting her ass into his face. It was obvious what she wanted. Harry chuckled and gave her ass a soft smack.

“Where would the fun be in that?” he smirked and dove face-first into the crack of her ass. Melisandre squealed in pleasure as his tongue explored every nook and cranny.

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“There’s a ship approaching!” one of the slavers on lookout duty yelled out to his comrades. “One of those fucking black ships!” he added loudly. He spat noisily at his feet and glared at the massive ship rapidly approaching. More men joined his side and stared at the ship as it got closer.

Harry’s ships had a bad reputation in the slaver and pirate communities. Many had tried to attack and board his ships, but his drones always dealt with the assailants quickly and brutally. His ships could easily outrun them, but Harry ordered his drones to slow whenever another ship appeared ready to attack. To make matters worse for them, his drones would then take their ships and sell them off at steeply discounted prices. Any booty would be confiscated, and any slave found aboard would be dropped off at a port of their choosing. If they had nowhere else to go, they could choose to join his city for a fresh start. The pirates and slavers quickly learned to steer clear of the black ships. Harry hadn’t seen a pirate anywhere near his waters in recent history.

“That one looks bigger than them trade ships,” one of the smarter pirates said as he scratched his ass and swayed unsteadily on his feet. There wasn’t much to do on the Isle of Whips but drink and fuck. Unfortunately, the prostitutes on the island weren’t what you would call high quality. To prove this point, the pirate winced and scratched his groin. The only crabs on the island were the ones festering in his trousers. “Filthy fucking whores,” he mumbled while wincing and scratching again.

“Aye,” another one agreed while scratching his own crotch.

“Why in the ‘ell are those cunts comin’ ‘ere?” a gruff-looking man joined them and pushed his way to the front. “They never show their ugly faces around ‘ere!”

“Dunno … But if they stop, we can get some good stuff from ‘em,” another stated, rubbing his greedy hands together. The gruff man nodded while looking at the massive ship longingly.

“Ain’t nobody can stop me if I get me hands on that ship,” the gruff man grinned and exposed a mouthful of brown, rotten teeth while keeping his eyes trained on his potential prize.

“ ‘Oo the ‘ell said anythin’ about YOU gettin’ that ship?” a large pirate with a brutal scar across his cheek stepped up. That ship was the prize of a lifetime, and he wanted it.

“I said so … You got somethin’ to say about it?” the gruff man bowed up. He put his hand on the handle of his sword when his attention was captured by one of the yelling men. The gruff man turned and stumbled back when he saw that the ship was only a hundred feet from the shore and wasn’t slowing down. He and all his fellow criminals stood still in shock and weren’t smart enough to run. It was a mistake they soon regretted.

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Harry stood fully armored at the ship's bow as it ran aground. He was somewhat surprised when the large group of onlookers didn’t disperse. Instead, the ship thundered ashore with a horrible grinding noise. Several men screamed and were quickly crushed under the tremendous weight of the ship. The lucky ones who hadn’t been crushed scattered promptly in every direction. Terrorized screams echoed across the small island as a tidal wave of sand was kicked high into the air. During the panic, Harry dropped down and pulled his sword. More men were running to the site of the beaching, and from what he could tell, there were likely between one hundred and fifty and two hundred men on this barren sand heap.

He didn’t bother ordering them to leave. They wouldn’t have listened to him anyway. Instead, he just started attacking. The first to meet his fate was a young man who bravely charged forward with a crude wooden club. Harry simply sidestepped him and slashed him across the back. His scream was easy to hear over the panic. When the young man hit the rocky ground face first, Harry could see that his spine had been cleanly cut. A cacophony of screams made him look for the source. A group of five men were rolling on the ground, attempting to put out the fire that had engulfed their clothing. Standing on the bow of his beached ship was Melisandre, looking sexy as ever as she wielded her fire magic. She tossed another fireball at a fleeing man that exploded at his feet. His body corkscrewed through the air with one missing leg. It seemed he wasn’t the only one suffering from a sudden case of bloodlust, Harry amusedly thought. Unfortunately, he couldn’t spend as much time as he wanted watching her pale breasts jiggle with every thrust of her hands. A spear sailed by his head, and with cat-like reflexes, Harry caught it before it had time to pass him by. Twirling the spear into a throwing position, Harry spotted the unfortunate soul who had the bright idea to impale him. The man let out a cowardly shriek and tried to get to cover. He ran behind a makeshift shack, but that was no obstacle to Harry. Throwing the spear as hard as he could, it impacted the wall of the shack and sounded like a gunshot cracking through the air. The next sound was the screams of agony as the poor bastard was impaled by his own spear. Melisandre’s melodic voice captured his attention.

“Do not flee! Accept your fat, young heathen!” she called out as a boy no older than fifteen namedays attempted to swim to safety. How he planned to survive such a swim, Harry had no clue. Sadly for him, the boy would never get the chance to find out. Melisandre’s fireball hit the water right next to him and flash-boiled him alive. There was only a gargling gasp before the boy sank beneath the water's surface.

“Having fun?” Harry asked, amused by her devotion to him. He had to admit that she looked incredibly sexy in her revealing red dress, which was whipping in the stiff ocean wind. Every few seconds, he got a flash of her pantyless pussy.

“Only by bathing in R’hllor’s cleansing fire can you find true salvation,” she wisely told him.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Harry chuckled as three swordsmen came at him. None of them gave him a challenge. The first to arrive had his head lopped off after his swing was parried. The second stumbled away with his arm removed at the shoulder. The third quivered in fear but still attacked. Harry valued bravery, but not enough to spare him. He came at Harry with an overhead swing. Harry simply lifted his sword and blocked the heavy attack. The clang of metal on metal was enough to make his ears ring momentarily. For his attacker, the sound was enough to disorient him severely. He never saw Harry’s blade as it punctured his gut. Only when the tip exploded out of his back did his eyes widen with shock and fright. Harry pulled his bloody sword from his stomach and let him fall to the ground. To reward his bravery, Harry gave him a quick death instead of letting him suffer through a slow, agonizing one. Melisandre’s squeal made him look back at her.

She was crouching down, and Harry wondered what had happened. His question was answered when an arrow nearly struck her. She was just able to duck down behind the railing and avoid getting hit. Harry ducked and flipped a charging attacker over his back. He ignored the man’s pained grunt as he hit the ground and followed the arrow’s trajectory back to the source. He saw an archer hiding inside one of the dozens of ramshackle huts on the island. “Stay behind cover!” Harry shouted and stomped on the downed man’s neck. His neck flattened with a grotesque, meaty crunch. “I’ll take out the …”

Melisandre shot back up while the ruby at the front of her red-gold choker glowed with power. She shrieked angrily and thrust both hands in the direction of the hut. Twin jets of fire burst from her palms like two flamethrowers. The intense fire hit several men in its path and turned them into ash instantly. The flames hit the hut, blowing off one of its walls in a fiery explosion. Several men burst through the door, and Harry could only see their darkened silhouettes as they were completely consumed with flames. She then turned her attention to the next hut, which immediately became engulfed in fire.

“I guess she can handle it,” Harry snorted to himself as he ducked under a swinging club. While ducking low, Harry hacked the man’s legs off at the knees. He was ended when Harry shoved his sword through his eye socket.

After that, they had very few challengers. Most of the slavers and pirates were attempting to get to their ships and sail to safety. Harry had other plans. Putting his sword away, he began to use magic. A group of ten men suddenly found themselves impaled when dozens of six-foot-high needle-sharp spikes rose from the rocky ground. Those who weren’t outright killed were left flailing with stone spikes protruding from their chests and backs. One unlucky individual took a Banishing Charm directly to the face. His head snapped back so hard that his neck snapped. The back of his head was touching his back when his body dropped. Harry then spotted two men dragging multiple chained children toward a row boat. With a flick of his hand, the man went sailing into the sky and landed through the roof of one of the burning huts. It amazed him how many of these scumbags were willing to risk their lives to try and get their slaves aboard their ships. All it did was slow them down and let Harry catch up to them.

One man took a lightning bolt to the chest while another was running as his whip floated through the air and lashed him across the back. Eventually, he stumbled and fell to the ground, where his own tool whipped him to death. One ship actually came close to leaving, but Melisandre stopped it by setting its sails alight. The uncontrolled turn caused it to become beached on a reef not far from Harry’s ship. He would save them for last. They weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. Now that he had had his fun, he ordered his drones to take over and finish off the last couple of dozen men who were fleeing or hiding in their huts. As they charged from his ship, Harry began to take stock of the situation and see exactly what he had with this new island base.