For the Crown

I might do a part 2 for this. Not sure yet. 

For the Crown

Cersei Lannister was fuming. Things had not been going well for the stunning blonde. First, her beloved son Joffrey had been violently murdered right before her very eyes. The assassin didn’t even have the decency to make it nice and clean. No, instead they made it as gruesome as possible. She knew who did it as well. In her mind, there was no other suspect than her very own brother, the pathetic dwarf, Tyrion.

If that wasn’t bad enough, then she had to deal with the betrayal by her twin, Jamie for him freeing the dwarf which led to the murder of their father, Tywin. The beautiful blonde was shaking with anger and needed some immediate relief. Sadly, she had no desire to touch her twin brother. At the moment, she couldn’t even stomach looking at him. Her cousin Lancel was no longer available to her either. Not only was he a worthless incompetent, but he had also joined the Sparrows, a religious cult that she would have to deal with eventually. Thankfully she had the foresight to hire someone that was more than capable of taking care of all of her needs.

For the Crown

Harry smiled as he laid in bed. To that point, his life had been very strange. He had spent his youth at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry just as every other magical child that was born in his country did. Unfortunately, as he quickly learned, he wouldn’t be destined for a normal life. There weren’t many children that had a bullseye on their heads before they even grew their first pube.

He was smart enough to learn enough magic that when it came time to meet the Dark Lord in battle, he at least had a fighting chance. On the day of the third task of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry had been transported to the graveyard in Little Hangleton. Once Voldemort was resurrected, he had given Harry back his wand so that he could prove that the night he was defeated all those years ago was simply a fluke. It was a mistake that he wouldn’t live to regret. During their short battle, their wands connected when their spells collided. Both fought against the ball of energy that was traveling back and forth across the beam. With a force of sheer will, Harry pushed the ball back into Voldemort’s wand. What occurred, Harry didn’t even know. There was a flash and an explosion. Harry saw Voldemort ripped to pieces along with his Death Eaters. Everyone in the graveyard was pulled into some kind of portal that had opened up, including the wailing soul of the Dark Lord. When they were finally spat out, Harry hit the ground hard. When Harry looked up, he saw Voldemort’s soul crying out in pain before it faded away. Somehow, Harry knew that he was truly dead.

Looking around, he saw piles of body parts belonging to his followers. Judging by what was there, he guessed that a good portion of the body parts were still in the graveyard. Shaking his head, Harry tended to his injuries before taking stock of the situation. He had quickly learned that he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. In fact, he wasn’t even on the planet Earth … or at least his version of it. Hermione had once talked about different dimensions or something like that. He couldn’t remember. Sometimes he zoned out when Hermione began to ramble. Now he wished that he had paid attention.

Having only four years of magical education, plus some extra independent study, he was nowhere near the level needed to figure out how to get home. Basically, he was stranded until someone was able to find him if they even could. The only source of comfort was that he knew Voldemort and a good portion of his followers were dead. He was at least happy that his friends wouldn’t have to deal with that. So Harry did the only thing that he could, he lived his life and hoped to somehow see his friends again someday.

He was extremely grateful that he not only had his wand but several of the Death Eater’s wands as well. He couldn’t find Voldemort’s, so he figured that it was either destroyed or left behind in the graveyard. With access to magic, his life in this dangerous and hard land wasn’t as bad as it could be.

He carved a note into a large stone and left it in the exact spot where he arrived, just in case someone showed up to find him. They would know that he was still alive and well and hopefully be able to magically track him down. After that, Harry traveled the world. He made it a point to first visit any place that was rumored to be rich in magic or magic users. One of the strangest places that he had visited was the Shadowlands. In Asshai, he did indeed find magic users. However, that wasn’t the only thing that he had found there. The place was a cesspit of cruelty and debauchery. He couldn’t believe some of the things that went on there. Spending time in that place immediately hardened him to the cruelty of this world. He quickly learned that one had to take care of themselves. Since then, he didn’t bother getting involved with the comings and goings of this world. He didn’t care who ruled or who wanted the crown. He just lived his life in any way that brought him joy or pleasure. He learned quite a bit of magic in that foul place, and a lot of it would be considered dark. He even secretly captured a man that liked to make child slaves knife-fight in a pit and sacrificed him in a ritual that fixed his eyesight. He didn’t feel a single ounce of remorse for that, quite the opposite.

After around five or six years of traveling, he eventually took residence in the Isle of Lys. Lys was one of the nine free cities of Essos and was a mercantile city. However, it was best known for its pillow houses and pleasure gardens. Thanks to his good looks and well-built body, Harry had no problem finding beautiful women to share his bed with. He even took work in one of the pillow houses that specialized in accommodating wealthy women. Much to his absolute delight, he was put through an intense training program where he spent most of his days learning to properly pleasure a woman. Once he became adept at the physical aspect of giving pleasure, he decided to add his magic into the mix. It took nearly a year, but in the end, he was successful. His favorite maneuvers were channeling magic through his cock and his tongue, but he could do it through other parts of his body as well.

News of his prowess spread far and wide, and Harry had no end of customers. That’s when his employer received a message from the former Queen of Westeros. After everyone agreed, both he and the pillow house that he worked for received a very generous bonus to come and “work” for her personally. Harry happily took the gold and opened an account at the Iron Bank. He didn’t mind going to Westeros. He had heard tales of Cersei’s beauty, so being in her bed wasn’t going to be a burden. Since then, things had gone well for him. She provided anything that he desired as long as he was willing to stay. Harry had already completed his agreement with her, so technically he could leave at any time. He probably would eventually, but at the moment there were very few reasons why he should.

For the Crown

Harry groaned as a warm mouth left his cock and began kissing up his muscular belly. Once at his chest, the young blonde straddled his waist and slid down on his massive erection. Adding just a touch of his magic, he could feel her shiver violently and her pussy pucker as her ass touched his balls. Harry leaned up and took her small breast into his mouth. Filling his tongue with magic, he slithered it over her hard, pink nipple.

Princess Myrcella cried out as her pussy gripped his cock tightly. Her body spasmed as her walls fluttered over his monstrous cock. Just then, the door opened.

Harry didn’t even bother hiding. There was no point. He held Myrcella by the hips and moved her small body in a way that stimulated his cock. The Princess squealed in embarrassment as her mother came into the room. She immediately tried to cover her naked tits but was having a difficult time due to the fact that she was in the middle of a powerful orgasm.

Cersei cleared her throat. “Myrcella, get dressed and leave us.” Her daughter did just that. As fast as she could, she threw on some clothes and scampered out of the room. The former Queen looked down at him who was looking back up at her. He had his hands behind his head and was smirking annoyingly.

“How many times must I ask you not to fuck my daughter?” Cersei asked crudely. She locked the door and began undressing.

“Sorry, Love, but she gave me an order. Who am I to deny an order from royalty?” he gave his sad excuse for which Cersei snorted.

“Yes. You are a true servant of the crown, I am sure,” she said sarcastically, pulling the dress off of her shoulders and letting it drop to the ground. She was completely nude with only her long blonde hair draped over her front to hide her lovely breasts. That didn’t last long, however, because she moved her hair out of the way and happily showed off her form to him. Crawling on the bed, her hand gripped the erect cock that was already glistening with her daughter’s juices.

Obviously, incest wasn’t something that Cersei worried about, so sucking him into her mouth and cleaning his cock of Myrcella’s cum was nothing to her. Her pretty head bobbed and when she let him go, his cock was sparkling clean and glistening with her saliva. Placing her hands on his chest and pinning him down on the bed, she threw a leg over his waist and straddled his hard cock. Wiggling her hips until his cock was laying flat and resting between her hairless lips, she began slowly working her hips back and forth, rubbing her fragrant arousal all over him. Both moaned at the same time. Harry pulled her down for a moment and kissed her deeply. She was more than happy to return it.

“Want me to smell of your cunt, do you?” he teased, arching his back when it began to get pleasurable. This caused him to push himself deeper between her wet lips where he hit her with a blast of magic. Cersei cried out and fell forward. Harry gave her shapely ass a hard slap before flipping her over and pinning her underneath him. Her legs parted wide, and his thick cock was brushing against the damp slit of her overheated pussy.

Cersei was trembling with need. Her pussy was so fucking wet that she nearly couldn’t take it. Grabbing his cock, she desperately rubbed it against her opening, coating his head in her pussy juice. She squealed and whined pathetically as he sank deeper and deeper into her.

“Take me hard!” she cried out as the tip of his cock bumped into her cervix. After another bad day, she desperately needed relief. Hooking his arms underneath her knees, he pushed her body up and began thrusting hard into her.

Cersei gasped and moaned as her body was folded and she began getting fucked harder than she ever had. Harry’s powerful hips were smashing into the backs of her thighs as her pussy leaked juice all down her asshole. The sounds of sex filled Harry’s room as her wet pussy sloshed around and squelched from his brutal fucking. Cersei couldn’t help but curl her toes and cry out as a violent orgasm ripped through her. Every time that his cock battered against her cervix, another small orgasm hit her until they built up into something much more powerful. Reaching up, she grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down. Kissing him passionately, she squealed into his mouth as her pussy squeezed his magical cock harder than she ever had. Her body was thrashing around as her pussy milked his fat cock. He continuously thrust into her as her body thrashed and squirmed. Her body was folded so much that her pussy was nearly sticking straight up, so when he finally began cumming, he assured that it seeded the deepest depths of her. With every thrust, he pumped more cum into her until finally, she was full. Once her fluttering pussy had milked his balls dry, he sighed happily and rolled off of her, his cock slipping out of her covered in her cum.

Looking at her, he could see her body still spasming as she laid there. He reached down and pinched her hard clit causing her to squeak and slap his hand away. Harry laughed at how worked up that she was. She turned over and looked away in embarrassment as she continued to cum. Suddenly, she felt his slimy cock pressed against her ass. His arm wrapped around her and squeezed her perky tit. His lips found the back of her neck and peppered it with kisses.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Harry whispered in her ear. Cersei’s eyes widened as he lifted her leg and pressed his slick cock against her puckered hole. Everyone in the nearby vicinity of his room heard their former Queen squeal as her tight asshole was penetrated deeply. None of them were dumb enough to knock on the door and see if she needed help. They fled the scene as her screams of pleasure reverberated off the solid stone walls of the Red Keep.