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Harry Potter, the Red Keep – King’s Landing.

As soon as Laena's words left his lips, Harry felt Rhaenyra freeze for a moment before continuing with even more voracity and urgency than before.

Apparently, her dragoness found the situation... exciting, the black-haired man thought with amusement, grabbing his mischievous princess's hair firmly and without hesitation, silenced her with his virility.

Oh, Harry knew perfectly well that the curious Velaryon maiden was spying on the passionate moment between Nyra and him, and although he had no problem with the curiosity of the beautiful Valyrian Lady, Harry did not really think that the impetuous young woman would enter the middle of his fun with Rhaenyra.

The young Velaryon looked him in the eye with obvious amusement, enjoying having interrupted Harry evidently.

"I wanted to chat with you about the remodeling of the Dragonpit. My father mentioned that all matters that have to do with dragons, he wanted to chat with you so that I can visit the place and claim a dragon," said the beautiful maiden Velaryon, taking a seat elegantly, her mischievous look made it clear that she was enjoying the moment.

Harry frowned, enjoying the slow pace Nyra carried under the desk, allowing him to focus on whatever the young woman wanted to say.

"No," Harry said simply, his impassive face looking directly at the capricious Lady, who had been totally paralyzed by the blunt refusal.

“No?” Laena asked with obvious disbelief and surprise. No one in her life had spoken to her with such firmness.

It was... strange and fascinating at the same time.

"No, the Dragonpit is under construction and you can't visit it until the refurbishments are finished, it would be too dangerous and unwise to allow you to do so and you can't claim a dragon, they are not pets or toys that you can choose the color you prefer, all dragons are in a strict Caring-regime," Harry said calmly,  Ending the matter, while he finished sealing some documents and waited for the inevitable explosion.

After all, he knew perfectly well that Laena, like Rhaenyra, were spoiled and capricious, used to getting what they wanted, and when they weren't able to get it...

"I'm sure you can make an exception, my Lord, I know we can come to an agreement between us, House Velaryon is not someone you want to have as an enemy," said the capricious Lady predictably.

Harry's response? Laughing out loud in Laena's face, really being unable to contain herself, made the young Velaryon's indignation increase even more.

"Oh, Merlin! Hahaha, that's the funniest thing I've ever heard!” said Lord Potter, looking with veiled mockery at the stupid Lady, who really thought that her father's threat would make Harry give in.

“I don't think you measure who I am or what I'm really capable of, silly girl. Do you think your father's threat interests me? I hunt down men who can decimate cities in the blink of an eye, men who have murdered thousands for mere pleasure, beasts taken from nightmares that make dragons look like kittens, so save yourself your veiled threats and your games, girl," said Lord Potter, still laughing at the tremendous stupidity that the capricious young woman had just said.

And apparently, Rhaenyra had also been amused, considering the massage her throat was giving his length; the dragon princess was still dedicated to pleasing him.

And as soon as the young Velaryon left, he would be in charge of rewarding Rhaenyra for her exemplary performance.

Alas, apparently, the young woman really didn't like to get a no for an answer and answered.

"My father will find out about this offense, my Lord...House Velaryon is not an enemy you want to have," said the indignant young woman, standing up and looking at him with an intimidating face, making Harry just laugh softly.

"Well, we'll see if your father has more intelligence than you and avoids making a fuss about this, now go, girl, I'm busy," Harry ordered, and without waiting for an answer, Harry made an elegant gesture with his wand, making Laena levitate and taking her out of the room with a squeal of indignation, locking the door an instant later.

"Insolent!" Brute! AHHHHG We are not done talking! My father will find out about this!!” shouted the indignant young Velaryon, while knocking on the door insistently, but Harry just laughed, all spoiled girls were the same, deny them something and they go crazy.

And speaking of spoiled girls...

Harry grabbed Rhaenyra's hair firmly and rammed all his manhood into her mouth, filling her throat with his magical, potent, hot seed and making the princess gag on his cock.

"There...There... you can do it, my dragoness," Harry said with obvious pride, watching with pleasure as Rhaenyra simply swallowed nonstop, totally focused on her goal.

"Good girl," he said with a sigh of extreme pleasure as the princess began to cough, the remnants of Harry's magic seed emerging from the corner of her mouth, but the look of satisfaction and triumph was more than evident on her beautiful face.

"Gods, that was so exciting and dangerous!" shouted the princess, as she stood up with Harry's help, although the princess's look made it clear that they were not done.

Rhaenyra's legs trembled, but her eyes were dilated, drowned in lust, a feeling he shared.

Harry couldn't help it, the princess had... something, a kind of magnetism that made him go crazy with desire, her body, her voice, her simple smell, was a powerful aphrodisiac.

And for Merlin, how he wished to make her his once and for all.

"You should go, or I won't be able to hold myself back to fuck you," Harry warned with evident desire, causing the young princess to wince, before sitting on her lap and starting to kiss Lord Potter's neck.

"I don't want you to hold back any longer! I want you to formalize the engagement and fuck me all night long! Gods Harry, do you want me to beg? Because I would, you know? Every fucking night if necessary," Rhaenyra said, moaning as she felt Harry's hand massage her burning and needy womanhood, totally wet with the princess's love juices.

Within seconds, Lord Potter's magical fingers had the Realm’s Delight squealing with pleasure, who reached ecstasy and bathed Harry's hand in her delicious love juice, filling the office with that intoxicating feminine scent that drove him mad.

King Viserys' offer was more than clear: Harry's knowledge in the care and handling of dragons and the construction of the Solar Tower... in exchange for Rhaenyra being entirely his.

An offer... extremely tempting.

The young dragoness was an incarnate Goddess; Harry was sure she was even more beautiful than Fleur, no doubt the product of the mysterious ritual that was the norm in all Targaryens.

Rhaenyra had given him blood samples in abundance for his tests, and while he didn't have all the information yet, the preliminary files were... extremely promising.

At this point, Harry was too obsessed with her to let her go; he knew perfectly well that he would accept the king's offer. This world was... infinitely simpler than the Wizarding World, if someone did something stupid against him, Harry was free to kill him on the spot, without judgment or stupidity.

Viserys had offered him a considerable amount of land near the city, an elevated seaside location, perfect for a comfortable home, away from the bustle of King's Landing.

A place designed to give them privacy, but be relatively close.

The decision was made, and to be honest, it was one of the easiest decisions of his life.

There was really nothing for him in England, apart from Tonks and Sue, so much so that Harry hadn't even bothered to investigate how he'd come to King's Landing to begin with.

But that could wait, I would talk to Viserys in the morning, but now... He had a dragon maiden to please.

"I'll talk to your father in the morning, informing him that I will accept the engagement and that I will marry you," said the black-haired man, enjoying the way in which the princess's face lit up with excitement and satisfaction.

"Well, you've resisted more than I thought," said the princess with amusement, as she entangled her legs around Harry's torso and pulled him closer to her, giving him sensual licks on that point of the neck that drove him crazy.

Something that the mischievous dragon had discovered and exploited mercilessly.

Harry just laughed. He had already informed Rhaenyra that he would marry her, but now came the funniest part.

To remind the beautiful princess who really ruled in this relationship, and to put her in her place.

"I'll meet Alicent tonight, I have work for her," Harry said matter-of-factly, waiting for the imminent explosion.

Like the spoiled child she was, Rhaenyra frowned and replied.

"No, I forbid you," she said with conviction, only to roll her eyes in a blank and shudder a second later, and to Harry's amusement, she kept rubbing her womanhood with its length.

Harry simply laughed and then bent the capricious princess over his desk, leaving her beautiful and tight butt totally defenseless against his desires.

Harry then moved his wand extremely slowly down the princess's back, who moaned and decomposed as she felt her dress slowly disappear, leaving her totally naked and exposed to Lord Potter's hungry eyes.

The princess's elegant feet were left hanging, her face completely glued to the desk, and her butt in the air, as if it were an offering for her future husband.

Rhaenyra groaned with need when, a second later, Harry's heavy hand struck her butt with considerable force, an act he repeated on her other cheek, causing the princess to shudder with exquisite and painful  pleasure, an irresistible sensation piercing the princess's back, straight into her anxious womanhood.

"Let me make something quite clear to you, my dear," Harry said firmly, giving another couple of spanks to a panting princess, before caressing her slit with agonizing softness, causing the dragon princess to moan decomposedly, soaking Harry's finger with her delicious juice.

"You have…a misconception that you will be able to control who I talk to or who I see, a notion that we must correct as soon as possible," said Lord Potter firmly, beginning to caress his future wife's clit.

“AHHHHHG MY LOVE!!” Rhaenyra groaned, totally out of it, her legs trembled, and a small pool of fluid began to appear on the floor, a product of the extreme lubrication in the beautiful princess's body.

Harry was playing her like an instrument, and the dragon princess loves every fucking second of it.

"You will be my wife, you will give me powerful sons and beautiful daughters, I will raise you a castle that caresses the heavens, so high that the problems of the kingdom will seem mundane to us, you will sit and rule by my side, and every night I will take my pleasure from this beautiful and perfect body of yours," Harry promised, totally immersed in the intimate moment.

Rhaenyra simply groaned, her body shaking, her hands scratching the desk in desperation, as she tried to move her hips looking for friction that Harry wouldn't concede.

At least not yet.

"But don't get confused, my dear, the power in this relationship is with me, your dragons, your kingdom, your father's throne; it doesn't mean anything. What's a damn iron chair compared to commanding the world at will?" Harry said, channeling his magic directly into Rhaenyra's clit, eliciting a desperate squeal from the submissive but obviously horny princess.

"I will meet with little Alicent, I will give her orders that she will obey with pleasure, sooner or later I will fuck her, and I will do it in front of you, as many times as I want, you will be my wife, no one but you will carry my seed and my gift, that right is yours alone...but if you try to control me again... I'll fuck you so hard I'll make you forget your name, or worse…I won’t fuck you at all, understood, my love?” Harry asked in a seductive whisper.

Rhaenyra was totally decomposed, her body overwhelmed with intense emotions. The princess babbled and tried to respond, only to moan a second later.

But Harry could see, with a gleam of triumph on his face, as the princess's precocious gaze focused on his eyes, and then…

She said.

"Promise me...promise me that there will be no bastards, that your delicious seed will only take root in my womb, promise me that Harry, please, I beg you!” begged the princess, her look submissive and defeated, but... strangely pleased with herself.

Lord Potter's response?  Smile and place the head of his enormous virility on the virgin and narrow entrance of the princess, making her shudder completely.

"I promise there will be no bastards, my dear," Lord Potter swore, before he slowly began to massage the princess's pussy, drawing shrieks of pleasure from her lips.

And although he knew that, if he wanted to, he could take the princess's virginity at this time, a man could not be a slave to his impulses; this was a lesson for his mischievous dragoness. He had to make it clear who was in charge of the relationship.

So, with a titanic effort, Harry separated his member from the needy and wet cunt of the princess, causing her to squeal in despair and try to move her hips to find her member again.

“Please, my love! stick it in!! Please!! begs the Dragon princess with desperation.

Harry responded by spanking her ass again, a gesture of firmness and dominance, before commanding.

"Now go, my love, you need to rest, and I have to write the marriage proposal for your father, as well as the documents for Alicent. I will call you when I want to take your body, not before, understood?" Harry asked, looking directly at an overwhelmed and trembling princess, who, it seemed, had understood the message loud and clear.

"As you order, my future Lord Husband," she said in a trembling voice, before she sat up with difficulty and walked with jelly legs towards her dress.

Harry saw the now docile and tame princess with triumph in his eyes, with Rhaenyra in her place and with a marriage proposal to make, Harry concentrated on the immediate prize.

The sweet and virgin cunt of Alicent.

Alicent Hightower, the Red Keep – King’s Landing.

"Things are looking up in the city, to no one's surprise, with Lord Lyonel and Lord Harry taking nominal control of the City Watch and getting rid of the vermin loyal to Daemon, a light is beginning to be seen at the end of the tunnel," said her brother Gwayne with emotion, putting a smile on the young Alicent's face.

"Lord Harry is extremely efficient, however much he annoys our father," said the young blonde as she continued to brush her hair, her eyes focused on the beautiful necklace that adorned her neck.

A gift from Harry, Alicent thought with a sigh in her voice, excited for tonight.

The note had been simple, an order from Lord Potter, advising the young Hightower that he would visit her tonight for her new assignment in the city's projects.

"The whole Council accepts that Lord Harry is extremely competent, but Father is worried about the closeness with the King; he says that Viserys listens to everything Lord Potter says without question, even regarding the Queen," his brother continued, while he took one of the grapes from his dinner.

Alicent rolled her eyes and answered.

"Our father is annoyed with the fact that Lord Potter's voice carries more weight than his; it's a matter of pride, I've seen Harry's efficiency when he works, the streets of King's Landing and the Solar Tower are proof enough," said the blonde determinedly, not realizing that she had referred to Lord Potter by name,  betraying a certain familiarity.

"I know, the Dragon Keepers now do seem like a respectable Order, and the new hatchlings please the King, apparently, not a single egg has been lost, and the new nest is growing rapidly," said her brother, and Alicent felt a warmth in her chest, pride, since her actions had contributed to the success both in the city and in the Dragonpit.

Alicent, for the first time in his life, had not felt useless, as a mere object, but... really appreciated.

Harry saw and listened to her, Alicent had told her about her passion for reading, and Lord Harry had provided her with interesting books from his homeland, Alicent had mentioned her interest in music and jewelry, and Lord Potter had given her a beautiful silver harp, with the matching necklace that now adorned the blonde's neck.

Tonight, Alicent had prepared a surprise for her Harry, in what she hoped would be the beginning of an official courtship.

Alicent was lost in his fantasies, he imagined her, arm in arm with the handsome Lord, head high and proud, dressed in an elegant red and silver dress, the apparent colors of the Potter house, her belly swollen with the first of the ten children she would give to her beloved Harry.

An Heir, a spare, and dozens of beautiful girls, blonde like her, with her father's beautiful eyes, thought Alicent, lost in thought.

"Do you think I can enter Lord Harry's service? His house is new, and you will need good men; it would be a good opportunity to..."

Alicent's attention was focused on her brother, watching with some suspicion as Gwayne simply kept silent, before walking towards the exit of the room without saying another word to Alicent.

"Gwayne?" All right?” asked the blonde cautiously, at least until the door of her room opened, stealing Alicent's breath.

There... Lord Potter himself, looking at Gwayne in amusement.

"Visit me tomorrow, and we'll talk about your request. Now, go to sleep Gwayne, I have to chat with Lizzy" ordered the handsome man, making the blonde's brother nod and leave at the same time that Lord Potter entered the room, closing it with a pin, at the same time as a kind of... white spell manifested itself on the door.

"My Lord Potter! An apology for not being ready!” Alicent said with false modesty, having chosen this nightgown for the sole purpose of attracting the Lord's attention to her.

It was made of imported silk, green in color and quite small, something that a Lady should not show to someone other than her Lord Husband, but... Alicent would marry Harry; he could see anything he wanted.

Alicent was already his, after all.

"Lizzy dear, you look radiant," said Lord Potter, watching her with a voracious hunger that pleased the blonde.

"I'm glad to please you, my Lord," said Alicent with a radiant smile, watching as Lord Potter walked to the armchair in his room, taking a seat in silence and looking at her, dominating her with only those beautiful orbs.

“Did you do your homework, beloved?” he asked curiously, causing Alicent to straighten her back and nod quickly.

"Yes, my Lord!" she said, before turning and leaning down to take the harp out of the drawer, showing her naked  and smooth slit to the handsome Lord and taking her time in the process.

She knew Lord Potter was seeing her, devouring her with his eyes…

And she loves it.

Several seconds later, Alicent inhaled hard and walked over to where Lord Potter stood, taking a seat on his lap decisively, shuddering as she felt Lord Potter's heavy, strong hand on her butt.

"Sing for my Lizzy, be a good girl for me," said her future husband, and the blonde nodded quickly.

"As you command, my Lord," said Alicent, choking a groan as she felt the Lord Harry's generous virility on his butt.

The night was just beginning, but they both knew how it would end.

And both could hardly wait.

The little Tower was about to learn a very important lesson.

Never tickle a sleeping dragon.