Dragonsalt Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Harry Potter

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Daenerys asked uncertainly.

He couldn’t help but let out a snort. “Not really.”

Her head turned sharply to stare at him in disbelief, before she let out a resigned sigh. “I suppose that I made you my Master of Sorcery and not Master of Coin for a reason.”

“True.”

After taking over the city, Daenerys had spent the first week consolidating her rule over Astapor. Most of the large families that profited from slavery were put to the sword, with all of the slaves in the city and its surroundings freed.

But a problem arose in that they now had a city with its economy - formerly being based on selling flesh - decimated, with hundreds of thousands of slaves now freed but without work. It created the obvious problem of figuring out what to do, as while the former slaves were grateful for being freed, they were now without housing, work, or food.

That said, by executing most of the old slaver families, Daenerys had managed to gain control over all of their exorbitant wealth. It turned out that the Slave Masters in Astapor were an especially greedy bunch, and liked to hoard their wealth from one generation to the next. It meant the vaults within their manses were quite literally overflowing with gold and silver marks, just waiting to be liberated by Daenerys’s loyal Unsullied.

The next step was to somehow infuse this wealth into Astapor’s population, but to do so in a way that wouldn’t flop and lead to disaster. And this was where Harry came in, suggesting that they go all the way and upend Astapor’s economy entirely, casting aside its old system and creating a new currency in the process. After all, the Slave Masters controlled more than ninety percent of the city’s wealth, meaning Daenerys would have to somehow pump their confiscated wealth into the economy anyways.

They began first with the Unsullied, registering all eight thousand of them by name in a register and making sure they were each paid in the city’s new currency. Those men would use their newfound wealth to go out and pay for services throughout the city, and it would trickle down from there.

That was the first small step, and from there Harry convinced Daenerys to pay for the manpower to do a census of the city’s entire population, as well as that of those in the surrounding region. Many of Astapor’s former slaves could read and write after all, and so those learned men and women were hired to carry out this tall order.

After that came various odd jobs that were too numerous to fully list, such as waste management, water treatment, law enforcement, along with a small army of people hired to sweep away the city’s red dust to make it easier for everyone to breathe. For his part, Harry mostly made it up as he went along, regretting the fact he stopped attending muggle school in his last life when he went off to Hogwarts.

Perhaps if he learned more about muggle history and science beforehand, he could’ve done more, as he hardly knew how to drill and refine oil from the ground, produce steel in large quantities, or even how electricity worked. Despite that, he did know some things despite his magical education, such as how important proper sanitation was.

All drinking water is to be boiled before consumption.

That had been the first law he added to the growing list of laws that Daenerys wanted her subjects to follow. Among them were several pertaining to slavery and its illegality, along with the punishments that would be dished out to any offenders.

“My Lady, the newly appointed harbor master requests an audience. He has several matters of import that he forwarded ahead, including how the exchange rate will be handled, as well as how to handle incoming merchant ships.” Missandei spoke.

Their group stood on a terrace built into the manse Daenerys had designated as her palace, looking down into a nearby courtyard as the city’s smallfolk stood in long lines. All of them carried sacks of silver marks or other forms of currency that were to be exchanged, with the new currency being called ‘Targaryen Marks’ or ‘Dragon Marks’.

“What matters specifically?” Daenerys idly asked.

“The first concerns three ships currently in the harbor…” Missandei paused to wet her dry lips. “They are carrying slaves for the Astapori market. They arrived five days after the city changed hands and have been sitting at anchor since. The harbor master has been turning away the crews’ requests to unload, and asks for formal instruction for how to proceed.”

“Have the Unsullied board the ships and free every slave onboard.” Daenerys replied. “The crews are to be informed that Astapor does not allow ships to offload and sell slaves and that any vessel attempting to make delivery will have their slaves freed, but their crews left unharmed. I want that in writing and posted before sundown.”

“I shall pass along your orders, Khaleesi.”

“Perhaps it would be best if I appoint the harbor master to my small council?” Daenerys mused, her brows furrowing in thought. “I recall a similar position existing before in Westeros, called the Master of Seas or something similar? Is there anything else he asked?”

“No, but there is a separate issue related to the harbor.” Missandei said. “Many of the former Masters possessed ships, or even fleets, and many of them are sitting unused at the moment.”

“I suppose that would be a problem.” The Targaryen Princess frowned.

“You can sell them, or lease them out to the former slaves who worked on them.” Harry suggested. “I’m sure plenty of people would take up fishing or trading, and you can always have them pay you back later on.”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea.” She nodded. “We’ll do that.”

An additional thought occurred to him then. “And if it’s not any trouble, I think I’ll head down to the docks and take one of the boats as my own.”

“You would?” Daenerys looked over at him, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Why would you do that?”

“I’ve taken a liking to sailing.” After all, he had spent the first couple months after his arrival on the seas. “Besides, it would be nice to have a ship of my own rather than ask for passage every time I go somewhere.”

Most of his time after arriving here had been spent on a crammed refugee ship, before he somehow ended up as a crew member on a pirate ship. Both had been filthy sail ships crammed with the unwashed bodies of the lowest of the low, yet other than that part, Harry had enjoyed the freedom that came with being on the sea.

He was sure that there were at least some abandoned ships in the harbor that he would fancy, likely used as pleasure barges by the former slave masters before their downfall. And if the ritzy mansions the greedy slavers used were any indication, he was sure their personal yachts would be nice as well.

“Just where do you think you’ll sail off to?”

They had soon left the terrace as the afternoon sun made it too hot to enjoy, heading indoors as him and Daenerys settled into one of the manse’s seating rooms.

“I didn’t have somewhere definitive in mind…” He replied.

“I think you’re lying to me.” Daenerys accused, standing up. “You know exactly where you want to sail off to, and I know as well.”

He blinked. “I’m not sure-”

“You’re going to Valyria, aren’t you?” She demanded. “My ancestors’ homeland, the place that has been a death sentence to any intruders since its downfall.”

He sighed, realizing she knew his intentions. “I was thinking about it.”

“I don’t wish for you to go.” She crossed her arms under her bust and stomped her foot petulantly. “It’s too dangerous.”

“You know I’ve been through plenty of dangerous situations before, right? And my magic will help a lot with any obstacles I encounter along the way. If worst comes to worst, I can still apparate out, even if it drains me to do it.”

She grimaced and looked away with a haunted look. “You may have magic, but that doesn’t guarantee you will succeed. When I was younger, my brother and I lived on the streets of Volantis for some time before moving on to a different Free City. I heard tale there of the many expeditions to Valyria over the centuries, and the men at the docks would talk of the ships that passed through Volantis before sailing off to try and reach the Freehold. According to them, not a single man had ever returned from those voyages alive.”

“I can see why that would worry you.” He sighed, having read a small amount about the dangers of exploring Valyria through his research beforehand. But it was something else entirely to hear Daenerys’s own concerns, the sheer worry in her voice. “But it’s the only place I can think of that would have answers. I know it, and you know it too.”

Magic in this strange world was suppressed, and everything so far had pointed Harry to the west, where Valyria lay in cataclysmic ruins. If he was ever to be able to wield his magic properly, or even to come up with some way to get back home, then he would have to visit the ruined Freehold to investigate what happened there.

Daenerys didn’t immediately respond, instead seeming to contemplate something before she finally spoke. “I have a proposal for you, before you leave.”

So she accepts that I’m leaving? He made note of her choice of words. “What is it?”

“Initially I was going to have you be my Master of Sorcery, but that doesn’t seem like a position that is good enough for you.” Her violet eyes met his own with some intensity. “I want you to be mine, and in return I want to be yours for everyone to see.”

He stiffened slightly, realizing what she was saying. “Are you proposing… marriage?”

She nodded. “We are already together, but I want it to be more… When you return, we will see it finalized.”

“I see.” Harry suddenly stood and crossed the room, making Daenerys silently gasp as he moved in and kissed her passionately. When he pulled away, his eyes were wild and intense. “We can make everything public when I return, but for now I am going to take you, my personal Queen.”

She shivered at his words, and gasped when Harry was suddenly upon her. The room they were in had a fancy couch in it left behind from its previous occupants, and Harry decided then and there to take Daenerys on it.

He wasn’t measured or soft this time around, pinning her down as his hands roamed her body and mouth devoured her lips. She moaned against him, his manhood throbbing in excitement as his grip settled on her waist. That was when he pulled back and flipped her around, pulling her back against his front.

“Gods...” She got out, as his hands reached down to undo his trousers.

“I’m going to take you.” Harry growled, for some reason more turned on than usual. Internally, he wondered if it was because of her proposal, that they would marry and he would get to fuck her delectable body for the rest of his life with nothing getting in his way.

His growing cock plopped out to land on her plump bum with a smack, as his hands were already working to undo her dress. Already her white dress was a mess, wrinkled from their interaction, but soon it ended up bunched around her midsection, her big tits popping free as her bum was exposed and pushed against his aching cock.

Daenerys was short but stacked, having big breasts and a thick ass that didn’t fit her smaller frame. It created a lewd and arousing sight, drawing one’s eye to her assets far easier than a woman of typical stature.

“P-Please…” She begged, pushing back against him in heat. “Just put it in…”

He didn’t need instructions, grasping her hip like a barbarian and lining up his cock before pushing in. Feminine wetness and tightness met his cockhead, yet Harry kept pushing, grunting as he claimed her tight cunt once again.

“Ah!” She gasped loudly, but had no say in their pace as his hands took a hold of her hips.

“Damn you’re tight.” He grit out as he forced in the last inch. “So damn tight for me.”

She bit her lip at his words, seemingly trying to contain her moans, which only became harder to do as he began thrusting. He wasn’t gentle, fingers digging hard into her hips as he rocked her body back and forth, pulling out several inches before pushing back in.

But as time went on, his thrusts became longer, nearly pulling back a foot of cock before slamming back into her. One particular thrust made her head shoot up in rapture, losing control as she could no longer hold back her verbal pleasure. “BY THE GODS!”

His cock was suddenly in a vice, her cunt squeezing around him as fluids squirted out to mark his hips, making each thrust have a wet sounding squelch. All the while her ass ballooned out and clapped against his thighs, cheeks pushed aside by his humongous girth as he slammed into her over and over. The flesh of her ass rippled and turned red under the onslaught of his thrusts, each smack of flesh sounding out throughout the room.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

“F-Fuck! OH HARRY!” She screamed as her core tightened around his cock once again, going from one orgasm to the next, yet he didn’t slow in the least.

His grip on her hips remained ever tighter, his heavy and swaying ballbag slamming against her crotch over and over. He could feel her come undone around him, entire body shaking as her orgasm seemed to shake her down to her very soul.

Yet for all of it, he did not stop, only fucking her harder. Her weakening arms barely held up her body as it became a blur on his shaft, slammed back and forth as her silvery hair came undone and swayed wildly like some ungroomed beast. Beneath her, Daenerys’s heavy tits jostled and then clapped against her chest, the two large sacks of flesh bouncing and slamming into each other.

Damn… It was a hot sight to see the Targaryen Princess reduced to such a state, and it was then he brought his hand away from her hip before reeling it back and then bringing it down to swat her ass.

SMACK

“GAH!” Daenerys’s back arched, entire body shaking as she came like never before.

SMACK

He spanked her again, making the Princess come harder as he kept pounding.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

“HAAARRRRRRRYYYY!” She shrieked his name as she came undone, right as his own orgasm reached him.

It was a fight against his own sanity to not weaken, his vision briefly turning to stars as his hot seed shot up his cock and erupted into her stuffed cunt. Each pulse was hot and heavy, filling her up as he made one final thrust to fully embed himself into her.

“You are amazing…” He got out lightly, falling on top of her as Daenerys only nodded, too tired to continue.

“Please come back to me.” She said as they laid together.

“I will.” He reassured her. “Then we’ll do this again, and everyday for the rest of our lives once we’re married.”

“Hmm… That sounds good.”

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He had ended up commandeering one of the slave Masters former yachts for his use, a sailship with two masts that could usually accommodate eight guests along with additional space for crew. The ship had been way too pretentious for his liking originally, the rails along the hull draped in silks and decorated with engravings along with having a large harpy figurehead at the front.

Then there was the main cabin where the owner used to reside, filled with carpets and glassware that was exceedingly rare and expensive to purchase in this world. Harry had much of it stripped out for how gaudy it was - reminding him far too much of Aunt Petunia and her pretentious tastes.

But the ship would sail and comfortably accommodate its crew on their adventure, stocked with enough provisions to last a month at sea. When all was said and done, the last thing left was to sail away to Valyria and hope their ship wouldn’t sink along the way. Harry found that he had a poor track record for ships in this world, as the last three he stayed on had been destroyed in some shape or form.

The footfalls of his boots could be heard against the dock as he approached the vessel in the early hours of the morning, the sun just beginning to show itself off in the distance. Ahead of him, leading up to the vessel, stood ten fully equipped Unsullied with their spears in hand and backs ramrod straight.

“My Lord.” The first in line moved forward to address him. “These ones have been personally selected to accompany you on your voyage.”

“I see.” He needed a crew, and the Unsullied had naturally been the choice to crew the ship and escort him. “What is your name?”

“This one is known as Sandworm.” The lead Unsullied introduced himself, and Harry felt similar to Daenerys in that moment as he tried not to wince at the man’s name.

He took a breath, before speaking to the entire group. “I am sure that you men have heard of my plans, that I intend to sail off to Valyria in an attempt to uncover its secrets. It will be a perilous journey, as none who have voyaged there before have ever returned, yet I intend to not only survive, but return with riches and artifacts from what is left of the Freehold. With that said, while I will work hard to ensure you survive the journey, I cannot guarantee your safety. For that reason, any of you men who do not wish to risk your life for this endeavor are free to leave, and no one will say a word about it. You are freed men after all, meaning the decision to go is yours to make, not mine.”

Silence reigned after his brief little speech, and Harry watched on, fully expecting for some of the Unsullied to part from the group and leave. He might have magic, and be more powerful in this world than most warriors, but that didn’t guarantee his safety nor that of everyone else here. And if one thought rationally about it, only a madman would be sane enough to go on this journey with him.

And yet, none of the Unsullied left, instead standing tall and not showing the slightest bit of fear.

“My Lord,” The lead Unsullied, Sandworm, said at last. “You and the Khaleesi are the ones who freed us, who struck down the Masters and made Astapor a city of freed men instead of slaves. Since then you have helped all of us greatly, even when none of it was asked of you. You have already told us where we are sailing, my Lord, and there is nothing else that needs to be said.”

“I see…” Harry felt a little embarrassed, not having expected such strong resolve, and coughed to hide it. “Do the rest of you feel the same?”

The other nine Unsullied nodded in agreement, and there was nothing more that needed to be said.

Soon they cast off from the docks and left the red brick city behind, its humongous pyramids becoming smaller as they sailed off into the distance.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18