Dragonsalt Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Daenerys Targaryen

“Perhaps you might consider retiring for the evening, your Grace?” Missandei asked at her side.

She had a feeling her handmaiden was asking that more for herself rather than for Daenerys’s own health. After all, she had been working for days on end, holding court and presiding over the trials of Astapor’s former nobility. Most of the slave Masters had been killed in the sack, with many more executed afterwards for their various crimes and atrocities.

It was tiring work, the kind which took a toll on one’s mind rather than their body. Yet she was able to bear it all with a surprising grace, taking to ruling as if it were bred into her. That, and Daenerys felt a strange newfound strength within her that made things easier.

Ever since Harry appeared in her life she had felt stronger. And if not for his presence, then it was the presence of her dragons. And that feeling of strength had only increased as the days went by, a warm thrum of power that was most likely magic flowing through her veins.

“Only a little longer, Missandei.” She smiled at the tired girl to her side, knowing her only handmaiden needed rest. Even if she didn’t spar with courtiers like Daenerys did, the girl had still spent an exorbitant amount of time upright at her side.

The last group of courtiers weren’t local Lords or Merchants like she had become accustomed to, instead being the leaders of her new army. The Unsullied had served dutifully since she took command, and only a handful had left since she declared them freed men. Daenerys refused to have her army be made up of unwilling slaves, meaning her soldiers were free to leave at any time they wished.

The ones standing in front of her now - being less than twenty men - were those the Unsullied chose from amongst their ranks to be their commanders. One could say they were the closest thing to being her generals, each commanding hundreds, or even thousands, of men.

“Your Grace, we have come to a decision.” The Unsullied spoke in perfect unison.

“Ah, have you chosen an overall leader from your ranks?” She straightened up with a smile. It had been several days since she first asked them to form their own command structure, and at last the Unsullied's chief officers had appeared before her to choose one man to lead them. “I know you did not choose this life, to be that of a soldier and slave. But you are freed men now, and the choice to fight for me or leave and live a life of your own is yours. As such, the decision to form your own leadership and choose a leader of your own is entrusted to you.”

Their spears banged against the ground only once, before their ranks parted down the middle. A single Unsullied moved forward then, marching between them all to put down his spear and kneel at her feet.

“Your Grace, this one is known as Grey Worm.” His head was shaved and face unremarkable. “I am yours to command.”

“Grey Worm?” She blinked, looking to her handmaiden for answers.

“I’ve heard the Unsullied decided to keep the name they held upon you freeing them, rather than take the name they were originally given at birth.” Missandei elaborated.

“I see.” Too bad he didn’t choose a better name. “I look forward to having you on my small council, and am sure you will serve me well.”

It was at that late hour that her makeshift court was dismissed. She had taken one of the larger manses within Astapor as her improvised palace, leaving its throne room with Missandei following at her heel.

“You are dismissed for the evening.” She told the former slave girl. “Get some rest, I can see myself to bed.”

The girl merely bowed her head. “Goodnight, your Grace.”

Leaving her behind, Daenerys continued down the hall but didn’t take the turn heading to her own bedchambers. Instead she took a left heading to a different wing of the manse, one that her companion had taken on as his own.

Harry had helped her a lot early on, but he soon retired to work on his own projects, and also to make sure her dragons were properly cared for. Daenerys was born into royalty after all, meaning she shouldn’t shy away from ruling, which meant he didn’t have to be present to give input on her every decision.

Astapor would be a good place for her to learn how to rule, and from this city she could expand her knowledge before ultimately returning to Westeros as its rightful Queen. This way of thinking was something Harry fervently agreed with, and she was surprised he was so willing to hand over power to her.

But ruling was the last thing on her mind in that moment, her core hot and wet, leaking out in anticipation as Harry’s room came closer. At the entrance four Unsullied stood guard, who opened the doors to Harry’s private study as she approached.

The room she entered then was stacked floor to ceiling with books, and not just those from the library in this manse. Harry had ordered the Unsullied to bring whatever books and scrolls he deemed important here so he could read over them, forming a library for his own selfish purposes.

He sat at a table in the center of it all, maps and books sprawled open messily as he pored over them in the candlelight. To his side, Rhaegal snoozed on one of the room’s fluffy carpets, while the other dragons had formed their own beds in other parts of the chamber.

Upon closer inspection, she noted that her three dragons had grown even larger than before, a trend that she noticed in the past weeks. The creatures had grown faster than any animal had a right to, as before they were small enough to fit in her palm, and were now bigger than a barrel of wine.

“The Unsullied picked an overseeing commander.” She said as she approached. “He calls himself Grey Worm.”

“I’m sure he’ll be a great ally.” Harry looked up, his green eyes glowing eerily in the darkness of the chamber. Even if she had seen those alluring eyes before, it still startled her, as Daenerys’s heart skipped a beat under his gaze.

“He’s the first member of my Small Council.” She said somewhat proudly. “He will advise me for years to come.”

“Small Council?” He voiced out. “Like a group of Ministers, I assume?”

“Indeed.” She sat herself comfortably in his lap, pushing her lips firmly against his own. “In Westeros, the King would always have a council of Lords to help him rule. So I decided to form one of my own.”

“Makes sense, I’ve heard of other rulers having similar things.”

She hummed. “I would have you on as my Master of Sorcery.”

“Sorcery?” He raised a brow. “Isn’t that a bit risky? It’s not looked upon well from what I’ve gathered.”

“I don’t care.” Daenerys said simply. “I am Queen, and I decree it so.”

Even if it wasn’t much, learning she could perform magic had made her a lot more interested in sorcery compared to before. That, along with the mysterious birth of her three dragons, had all gone a long way to change her mind.

A smile curled upwards on his lips. “You’re very attractive when you become bossy.”

She looked away, feeling her cheeks heat up. Desperation demanded she change the subject. “What are you working on?”

He let out a tired sigh, having been working tirelessly on something for several days now. “The simple answer is that I’m researching whatever I can find on magic.”

“And the actual answer?” Any time Harry spoke of magic now she felt excited, and Daenerys was keen to learn more about his work.

“I’m trying to figure out why magic is so hard to cast here. In my old wo- er… In my homeland,” He hastily corrected himself. “Magic was very easy to cast and use, and would either take a couple hours - or some difficult spells - to get tired from using it. Yet here it only takes a few spells to leave me drained, never mind the more complicated ones.”

“I see.” She understood the point. “So you’re trying to figure out why that is?”

“Exactly.” He nodded. “And while I don’t have an exact solution, I do have an idea for what it might be.”

“Tell me.”

“I assume you’ve heard about the Doom of Valyria?”

“Of course.” She nearly rolled her eyes at the question. Even if much of her life was spent on the run, living on the streets, she was still Valyrian. The Targaryens were the only Dragonlords to survive the Doom after all, a fact she took some pride in. “It’s the disaster that decimated my ancestors’ homeland several centuries ago. No one knows specifics, only that it was a violent volcanic cataclysm that destroyed the Freehold in a single afternoon. I was told once that all fourteen of the volcanoes on the peninsula erupted at once, and whatever landscape remains now is unrecognizable from before.”

It was a macabre tale, and in response Harry laughed. She slapped his chest in rebuke, causing him to apologize. “Sorry, it’s just that I wished I had asked you about it before I began my research. It took me two days to figure out everything you just told me.”

“But why is the Doom important?”

He gestured at the books around them. “Everything useful I can find on magic predates the Doom of Valyria. Unless it’s dirty blood magic, all references and instructions are centuries old and pretty much end about four hundred years ago. And the only meaningful part about that is-”

“The Doom.” She finished, realizing where he was going.

“Exactly.” Harry nodded. “Pretty much all knowledge and instruction related to magic ends after the Doom happened. But if that’s not enough, there is one other major hint, and an obvious one at that.”

“What?”

“Your dragons.”

“Huh?” She glanced at her three babies, finding the intimidating beasts snoozing lazily in a very unimpressive manner around the room. “How so?”

“Dragons are magical creatures.” He said. “And Valyria is a place known for dragons.”

Daenerys did roll her eyes that time. “Perhaps I should’ve seen that relation. But what specifically is it about my family’s homeland that intrigues you?”

“I think something happened in the Doom that caused magic to weaken. Like some sort of powerful spell or ritual that sucked up every bit of the world’s magic. Yet, for some reason, the world still hasn’t recovered from it. I think it’s something that bears investigating.”

She stiffened at those last words, a deluge of panic setting in before Daenerys managed to push it aside. Rather than argue, she instead pressed her lips passionately against his own, crushing her worries under an onslaught of lust.

It had been some time that they had been close together, partners in a sense, but they hadn’t thoroughly tied the knot. And if that wasn’t a good enough excuse for what she was doing now, then it was the way her core had been dripping at the thought of him for days.

“I forbid you to talk anymore about such things tonight.” She ordered him. “I think it’s about time you take me to bed and mount me. No more delaying.”

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Harry Potter

He had sex once since he arrived in this world, onboard a ship several moons ago. His partner had been a beautiful woman from Yi Ti, and the two of them had been cramped together in a small cabin onboard a refugee ship until it was attacked by several pirates and destroyed. After that they had gone their separate ways, their fling ending as suddenly as it began.

Compared to his old life, this was a much harsher and cruel world, a place where slavery was practically the norm and the only kind of magic to be found was decrepit blood magic. That kind of thing would radically change any man, and it had especially changed him.

He laid on his back in their bed, and Daenerys climbed over him, knees bracketing his hips, and took his length in her hand. Her fingers didn’t come close to meeting, and that fact only made him harder, his cockhead lurching and brushing up against her dripping pussy lips.

“You’re already wet.” He noted.

“I walked here wet.” She said faintly, sitting on his abdomen as she rubbed his immense manhood against her ripe bum. “Do you feel that? How hard you are. How heavy.”

“I feel it every time I’m around you.”

She lined him up as his head pushed her folds wide open, his steaming hot girth meeting the furnace that was her insides. She was a tight, hot, living ring that circled his cock, his cockhead filling her almost completely. Daenerys was small, and he was monstrously endowed, his size making her thighs shake, mouth going agape at the sensations she felt.

“Harry-” She gasped out.

“Breathe.”

“It… gods! I-It’s stretching me!”

“I know.” He filled his hands with her impressively large breasts, fingers following the undersides. Each one had a weight that sat perky on her small frame, desperate for attention. “You’re taking me so well.”

His encouragement led to her sinking further, his cockhead pushing tissue aside to burrow deeper. All the while he could feel her wetness, the flutter of her cunt as it desperately clutched around his length. When she finally seated herself fully, his cock was buried to the root and his balls were pressed to the seam of her ass, heavy and already producing lots of semen in anticipation.

The sensation was indescribable to him, a pressure that was almost painful, the pulse of Daenerys’s own heartbeat felt against every vein. It was almost too much for him to handle, and certainly too much for her, as she came.

Her cunt clamped down in pulses he could perfectly count, each one a hot squeeze that milked him desperately, trying to get at that seed trapped in his heavy orbs. A thin sound punched out of her throat, her face slack and mouth floundering in pleasure. Wetness ran down like a waterfall where their bodies conjoined, falling onto the bedsheets below.

“Already, huh?” He felt arrogant.

“Don’t…” She shuddered. “Don’t sound so pleased.”

“I can’t help it.”

She laughed once, a wrecked sound, and rested her forehead on his. “Move, please, I can take it.”

He was tempted to move, the urge to fully ruin her so powerful it was almost overwhelming, but he resisted it. He let her sit on his full length, let her adjust more, before he finally began. When his hands landed on her wide hips, he felt her cunt clamp down harder on him, a soft gasp leaving her lips as if she knew what was coming.

Harry couldn’t help but let something primal take over then, a growl of possession leaving his lips as his eyes glowed with power. His. This woman was his.

Away from them, off the bed and in the other parts of the room, Viserion, Rhaegal, and Drogon watched. They didn’t dare interfere, watching their Mother get taken by an apex predator that was even more powerful than they could ever be.

Daenerys sensed it, her tits hardening as her breaths became shallow. “P-Please!”

He lifted her until only the head of him remained inside, the drag of it obscene, slick, her inner walls reluctant to give him up, a long wet pull that made his jaw tighten. When only his head was left inside, he slammed her down ruthlessly.

PLAP

The singular slap of skin filled the quiet room, before she screamed into it. He felt the impact travel up the shaft and into his gut, a thick, wet seating that forced her open all over again.

“Harry! Gah! Again!” She begged.

He did it again. And then again after that as he built up a rhythm. Her breasts bounced with the force, heavy, the motion almost independent of the rest of her slight body. He used her the way she was meant to be used in the barbaric sense, utilizing his strength to pound her smaller body. Full strokes with no time to rest, no patience, it sent her reeling from one orgasm and into the next.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

Each time he dropped her he felt his head punch against something deep, a soft resistance that made her whole body jerk. She leaked down his shaft in rivulets. The mess smeared across his pelvis and fell onto the sheets, a puddle of feminine fluids forming below.

He drove up into her on the next drop and she came a second time with her forehead against his collarbone, shaking so hard her teeth clattered. The clamp of her was vicious, a series of hot, milking spasms that dragged at the whole length of him. He felt precum leak out at the base and act as another lubricant for her overly tight cunt.

For all of it he kept the brutal rhythm, lifting her slight body as if she weighed nothing and slamming her back down as if she were meant to be used this way. All the while the pull in his balls became even greater, further stimulated by the impact against her clapping bum.

“Look at me.” He demanded suddenly.

She did as instructed, violet eyes blown wide. Her mouth was open and drooling, a strand of silver hair stuck to her lower lip. Sweat covered the sides of her blushing face, her immaculate hair a mess.

“Tell me what you feel.”

“Full.” The word came out wrecked. “Stretched. You’re in my… H-Harry, I can feel you so deep…”

He slammed her down and held her there, grinding, and she came a third time with her head thrown back and her mouth open in a silent scream. No words escaped before she screamed loudly, a shriek of pleasure that seemed to go down to her very soul.

The flutter around him went on and on, soaking his crotch even more as his balls demanded release. Yet Harry held back, teeth grit as he refused his own release, only letting out a growl.

“You’re still- you haven’t-” She blabbered, realizing he hadn’t come.

“I will.”

“Then do it! Fill me, I want to feel it!”

He drove into her so hard his muscles strained then, her words making him want to seed her. The bedframe cracked against the wall, all while she clenched so hard it bordered on pain for both of them, a wet convulsion that milked the length of him in helpless waves.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

The smell in the room had become dominated by sex, sweat, wax, and the faint sulfur of dragon.

“P-Please…” Daenerys’s voice was thoroughly wrecked and low as she begged, and that was when he finally let go and came.

The first pulse was a heavy, thick wad directly from his balls that had been drawn tight. It filled her with cum, and the second load only stuffed her more, with even more obscenely large loads following. At a certain point her stomach had to bloat or it had to leak out, the seed seemingly endless.

All the while his cock jolted with each jet of cum deposited inside her, doing so in long, slow throbs that caused Daenerys to let out different noises. A stream of broken sounds were escaping her throat, cunt fluttering around his still-erect shaft.

“That’s it.” He growled, voice gone rough. “Take it. All of it.”

“I-I can’t- there’s so much…”

Another pulse of seed, and he felt it travel the full length and spill. His balls tightened and fed it anyway, a dull, dragging pleasure that sure she was stuffed even further. Below them, the mattress was a small lake of liquid, ruined and smelly from the fluids that leaked out.

At last he felt himself soften, and that was when he lifted her up. The withdrawal made a wet, filthy sound he felt as much as heard, the drag of oversensitive skin through a cunt that would not close behind him. Seed followed in a thick rope, then a waterfall, dripping from her gaping cunt onto the bed. She was left sweaty and ruined, breasts heaving and silvery hair wet and stuck to the sides of her face.

“G-Gods…” Daenerys let out at last, eyes wide as she laid against his side. “That was…”

“Yeah.” He summed up. “Messy.”

“I was going to say incredible.” She pressed harder against his side, body too tired to move. “Just hold me for now.”

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18