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The Dread Lord of Essos

Chapter 79

Harry descended the last spiral of cold stone stairs and hit the bottom step with a heavy thud. The air in the lowest part of his castle was so cold it bit through his tunic and left his teeth chattering. He waved his hand, and his body was enveloped with a warm layer of air. The hallway before him was lined with pipes the size of his leg. These pipes carried smoke and excessive heat out of his castle and dumped it all in the cold ocean. As Harry walked, his boots made loud clacks against the rough stone.

He took a hard right into a side corridor, which was a wide gash in the otherwise seamless wall. The corridor sloped downward at a gentle angle. Here, the lights were dim, and heheard the far-off clanking of hammers on steel. 

The passage ended at a steel blast door twice as wide as Harry’s armspan and thick enough to survive any siege. Two Drones in segmented black armor stood on either side. Each Drone held a razor-sharp sword in hand and wore an expression of absolute obedience. The only sign of intelligence was the way they nodded and stepped aside the instant Harry approached. 

He pressed his palm to the door and pushed with his godly might. There was a hiss as the door swung open, revealing the chamber beyond.

The first sensation he experienced was a wall of heat that slapped him square in the face, curling his hair with a thick, greasy sweat. The second was noise. It was much louder than before. The sound of roaring fire and clanging of hammers assaulted his ears. 

The center of the massive chamber was dominated by dozens of enormous furnaces, each taller than a man. Chains and hoists dangled overhead like a forest of metal vines. On the far left, a team of Drones used long tongs to lift glowing crucibles from the furnaces. They then went down the line, pouring molten metal into circular metal molds. Once filled, they were pushed down the line on a metal conveyor. A second team lifted the molds from the conveyor and set them aside so the molten metal could solidify. 

Another group of Drones would take the circular blanks and place them between two engraved dies, then strike them with a hammer. The bottom die was fixed in an anvil, while the top die was held by hand and struck, impressing both sides simultaneously. Once struck, the coins were removed and soaked in a chemical solution. The coins came out of the solution slick and shining. They tumbled along a slanted tray where a fourth team of Drones sorted them by type … copper, silver, and gold.

Harry moved through the chaos, ignoring the heat and noise. The Drones gave him a wide berth, never pausing in their work. Each one moved with uncanny precision and was perfectly coordinated. Every gesture seemed rehearsed to the point of inhuman smoothness. Harry grabbed a coin that had just been pulled from the solution and gazed at it. 

It was a Copper Maiden, the most common coin in his kingdom. The front showed Melisandre, her hair streaming back, and her eyes half-lidded in pleasure. One hand was cupping a heavy breast while the other breast was bare for all to see. The other hand rested idly between her open thighs. Harry chuckled, and he flicked the coin back at the closest Drone, who caught it in the air and dropped it into a tray.

He passed racks of finished coins waiting to be sorted into strong boxes. Gold Lions shone in thick, warm stacks. Each bore the image of the Lion of Night. Harry chuckled when he remembered how annoyed Cersei had gotten when she discovered that Melisandre’s image was on a coin and not hers. That was an insult that just wouldn’t stand. She finally persuaded him to fix that mistake by sucking him off for an hour straight. He promised that he would put her image on a coin whenever the old dies finally wore out. He flipped the golden Lion over, and Cersei’s beautiful face looked back at him. Her hair flowed around her elegant shoulders, and her naked tits were proudly displayed. He was already planning on putting Myrcella and Dany on the silver coins whenever those dies needed to be replaced. 

Harry pocketed one and rolled it in his fingers as he walked, feeling the perfect roundness and the faint, raised texture of the lion’s head. 

He reached the far wall. Here, hundreds of strongboxes stood open, each one being filled with coins by an endless stream of Drones. A Drone frantically wrote down the denomination and exact amount of coins each numbered strong box contained. Those records would make it up to his desk, where he would file them. 

Harry ran his hands through a box of silver coins. They poured around his fingers, cold, heavy, and utterly satisfying. He scooped up a handful and let them spill back into the pile. If he wanted, he could buy a thousand warships with the contents of this room, and that was only one week’s worth of minting.

He looked up at the lead Drone on the floor, who was identical to all the others. “Pack it all up,” he ordered. “I’ll take the whole lot.”

The Drone didn’t hesitate, and instantly, every other Drone on the floor accelerated their work. Heavy lids slammed shut, latches clicked, and two Drones began to prep the enormous winch at the end of the chamber.

Harry watched for a moment, then snatched a Copper Maiden from the top of the nearest stack. He grinned at the way Melisandre’s nude body seemed to dance in the firelight as he shifted the angle.

By the time he left the chamber, the coins were packed up and ready for transport. The Drones formed a perfect line, ready to wheel and carry the fortune wherever he pleased.

The Dread Lord of Essos

Outside, the castle’s white exterior blazed with sunlight. At the base of the castle, dozens of thick-wheeled carriages waited in a neat double line. Each carriage was swaddled in iron bands and spelled to resist everything short of dragonfire. Drones loaded the strongboxes with mechanical precision, stacking gold and silver so high that the enchanted suspension on some carriages began to sag.

Harry watched the operation from the top step as dozens of Drones marched in sync from the loading bay, each carrying a crate that would break a man’s back. A high, sharp voice cut through the sound of slamming wood and creaking steel. “Harrold!”

He closed his eyes and smiled. He didn’t even need to turn. Whenever there were large sums of money involved, Cersei was never far behind.

She appeared at the far end of the terrace, moving with a hurried stride that made her hips roll and her tits bounce in slow, hypnotic waves. Her dress was the color of fresh cream, and the neckline was so deep that it threatened to spill her tits with every step. She wore her golden hair loose, and the strong sea breeze whipped it back from her face. Cersei’s mouth was set in a hungry, pleased smile.

She glided straight to Harry, ignoring the half-dozen staff who scurried out of her path. She stopped in front of him and went up on her toes to plant a kiss on his mouth. Her tongue flicked the edge of his lip, and she pulled back with a smoldering stare. “You’re up early.”

He grinned at her eagerness. “I have an appointment.”

“With who? Half the city’s accountants?” She gestured at the endless train of armored carriages. “This looks like you’re about to fund another conquest.”

Harry chuckled and slid his hands down her sides. He couldn’t stop himself from squeezing her wide hips. Cersei didn’t seem to mind. She enjoyed it when he played with her body in public. She wanted everyone to know that she was the one warming his bed and wetting his cock.  “No conquests today, I’m afraid. I’m taking this to the Iron Bank.”

Cersei ran a single finger down the line of her cleavage and gave a dramatic sigh. “You’re not buying something unspeakably expensive, are you?” She craned her neck and peeked over his shoulder at the sea of strongboxes.

“I’m making a deposit,” Harry said.

Cersei snorted, then caught herself and tried to look regal. “Are all those boxes full?”

He opened the lid of the nearest strongbox with a single jerk of his wrist. It was packed edge to edge with Gold Lion coins, each one stamped with her own face and topless bust. The sight of her own likeness multiplied a thousandfold made Cersei’s breath catch. “I dare say so,” Harry said, leaning in until their noses almost touched.

Cersei stared into the box and shuddered at the sight of so much gold. He noticed that she began to subtly rub her thighs together. She reached down, scooped a handful, and let them pour through her fingers. The coins made a sharp, musical clank as they cascaded back into the box. Her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight. “You made me so beautiful,” she proudly stated. “You even got my nipples right.” The hard tips of her nipples jutted out further than Melisandre’s, and her areolas were a bit wider. 

Harry closed the lid. “I try not to skimp on the important details.”

Cersei pressed her tits up against his chest, hard enough that he felt the hard points of her nipples through the thin silk of her dress. Her hand snaked down to the bulge in his trousers. She squeezed once, letting him know that she meant business. “Will you let me come with you?”

He thought about making her beg for it, but the genuine hunger in her eyes made him laugh. “If you’re good,” he said.

Cersei purred, “I’m always good. You should know that.” She kissed him again, biting his bottom lip before sucking it hard.

“Is this a private party?” another voice called out. It was a few notes higher but just as poised.

Myrcella stood at the foot of the steps. Her arms were folded, and her lips twisted into a wicked smirk. Her pale pink dress was so sheer that, against the sun, Harry could see the shape of her perky tits and the small, perfect shadow of her bare pussy underneath. Myrcella was always ready to turn the moment into something fun and exciting. 

Beside her stood Daenerys. The two girls were as thick as thieves, and neither did anything without the other. Daenerys wore a blue silk dress with slits going up both legs. The slits were so high that both hips were completely exposed. The top left both shoulders bare, and the fabric barely clung to the curve of her breasts. She moved, and the top slid down slightly, revealing the upper portion of her light pink areola. Dany didn’t bother fixing it. Her hair was pinned up, but loose curls tumbled around her lovely face. Her pupils were already dilated with anticipation.

“We want to come, too,” Myrcella announced, skipping up the steps. She planted herself between Cersei and Harry and immediately stole a kiss from him. She tasted like candied oranges, which was one of her favorite treats. Harry made sure that the castle was always stocked with them. Harry slid his hands down her back and cupped her tight ass. “She can’t keep you all to herself,” she complained, but the twinkle in her eye suggested she didn’t mind sharing.

Daenerys strolled up behind Myrcella and laid a cool hand on the girl’s bare shoulder. “We haven’t been to the Iron Bank in a long time,” she said, pouting cutely. “Besides, you promised me a tour of the vaults.”

Harry looked between the three of them and shook his head in mock despair. “You’ll embarrass me. The last time I took you there, you bent over in front of the staff, and they spilled a huge stack of coins all over the floor.”

“That’s half the fun,” Daenerys purred, brushing her hand up Myrcella’s neck and ruffling the hair at the base of her skull. Myrcella shivered, biting her lip.

Cersei ran a lazy hand down Harry’s back. “I want to see them open the vault, and then I want to see them count it. All of it.”

Daenerys reached around and unceremoniously grabbed Harry’s ass. “If you let us come, we’ll behave … at least for now.”

Harry had long ago learned to never trust any Lannister, but there was nothing he enjoyed more than watching them compete. He nodded and snapped his fingers at the lead Drone. “Bring the carriages to the main gate. They’ll ride with me.”

The Drone nodded, his face blank and unreadable, but his movements took on a slight urgency. They walked down the steps together in a perfect display of power and wealth. The servants couldn’t help but stare longingly, wishing they were part of his little group. Even though winter was well on its way, the air inside his city was warm and pleasant. Harry had adjusted the ward scheme to compensate for the lower temperatures. 

Cersei clung to Harry’s left arm, and her dress was pressed so tight against his side he could feel her hard nipples poking his skin. Myrcella clung to his right, and the way she squirmed was a direct hint at what she wanted. Daenerys took up the rear, her bare legs flashing in the sunlight as she matched their pace.

The carriage was fitted with velvet benches, gold trim, and a ceiling that mirrored the inside of a jewelry box. Harry stepped in and sat with his legs wide. Cersei straddled one thigh, and her dress bunched up around her waist. Myrcella crawled across the seat and cuddled up at his side, facing him. Daenerys closed the door behind her and sprawled out. She kicked off her heels and stretched her legs across the length of the carriage until her bare foot rested on Harry’s groin.

He ran a hand up Myrcella’s bare thigh and gave Cersei’s ass a firm squeeze. The carriage jolted to life as Drones took up the harness, and soon they were rolling out through the main gate with the rest of the convoy trailing behind. Outside the carriage windows, the people of the city lined the street as they passed. Some called out to him or cheered. Most just stared, silent and greedy, at the mountain of gold on wheels.

Inside, Cersei shifted in Harry’s lap until she could whisper straight into his ear. “Let me see them,” she demanded. “The new coins.”

He fished a Gold Lion from his pocket and tickled her lips with it. She took it and pressed it between her breasts. Harry chuckled and ducked his head to pull it out with his lips. He made sure to “accidentally” lick the inside of her cleavage. He passed it to Myrcella, who dropped it down the front of her dress. Harry had to pull her dress down and expose her naked tits to get the coin back. She took the coin from him and handed it to Daenerys with a giggle as Harry laid soft kisses over her hard nipples. Daenerys rolled it over her lips and then hiked up her dress. Her thighs spread, and she unapologetically showed off her wet, pink slit. Dany then gently traced the hard edge of the gold coin along her swollen clit.

Harry watched amusedly as the three of them took turns passing the coin, each trying to one-up the other in lewdness. The last time around, Cersei slipped the coin between her legs and tucked it into the crease between her labia. She rolled her hips until the coin glistened with her arousal. She fished it out, pressed it to Harry’s lips, and made him suck the taste of her off the gold.

By the time the carriage slowed and stopped, the three women were flushed, and their eyes were hungry. They stepped out of the carriage with Harry at the center, laughing and shoving each other as they made their way up the grand marble steps of the Iron Bank.

The Dread Lord of Essos

West of the Iron Bank’s golden spires, the newest and most ambitious project of the King’s Garden bloomed in the pale winter sun. The Pleasure District was something Harry had been meaning to create, but he had been too busy traveling. Now, nothing was stopping him, and he dived headfirst into the project. Where once there had been empty plots of land waiting to be used, now white marble arches soared and beautifully decorated façades rose, each adorned with carved roses and scantily dressed nymphs. Garden Road split the district like a river, and its immaculate stones were bordered by colorful beds of exotic, sweet-smelling flowers. He had lilies from Yi Ti, bluebells from the Stormlands, and sweet-petaled nightshades that glowed faintly even in daylight. Harry even brought in some flowers from deep within the jungles of Sothoryos that no living person had ever seen. Every hundred paces, a statue of some voluptuous deity or half-dressed queen graced a plinth, and even the lamp posts were shaped like twisting, spiraling vines.

Harry walked the avenue with Bellegere Otherys on his arm. She wore a very low-cut dress of midnight silk, and the fabric was so clingy and thin that every curve and contour of her gorgeous body was apparent even at a distance. Her dark hair was bound in a latticework of silver chains, each studded with pearls. Her lips, painted the deepest red, curled upward in pleasure at each new sight.

The construction crews were actually a large group of Harry’s drones. They worked in teams of fifty per building, silently working away without needing any breaks. Some cut marble in the shadow of a half-built rotunda. Others painted murals depicting revelers, orgies, and feasts on the walls of future brothels. Harry noted that one team was already installing the great copper lion’s head that would sit above the entrance to the world’s first proper strip club. Only the sexiest and finest dancers would be allowed to work here. 

Bellegere stopped before a row of white stone columns and ran her hand over the smooth surface. “I was told your city was beautiful, but words truly fail it,” she said. Her Braavosi accent was as thick and sweet as honey. “Even in Braavos, we have nothing so fine. And the weather … the air is warm and sweet even now, at the edge of winter. How do you do it?”

“We all have our secrets,” he teased. “But yes, the weather is always pleasant in my city, and it will remain so in the dead of winter. The flowers will continue to bloom, and the crops will continue to grow. No man, woman, or child will go hungry in my kingdom,” he told her. He waved at a team of workers, who bowed, and then turned his full attention to the Black Pearl as she arched her back in pleasure at the sun. The gentle rays made her light brown skin practically gleam. It also drew his attention to her large, round tits. 

“I love your women’s taste in fashion,” Bellegere continued, lowering her voice to a sensual purr. Several women walked down the street, their bodies practically spilling out of their fine silk dresses. 

“We encourage freedom and beauty,” Harry said. “No one here is made to cover what they wish to show. That’s the point of the Pleasure District. It’s a place to cater to wealthy men and women’s every want and desire.”

She walked closer, pressing her breast against his arm. “And you, Lord Harrold? What do you want?”

It was clearly an invitation, and Harry smiled. “I want everyone to be happy … or at least busy enough to keep the peace.” He motioned at the half-built section across the street. “That will accommodate twenty pillow houses, each with a different theme. There will be a theater for erotic plays, a school for courtesans, and …” He turned and pointed at a glimmering dome of colored glass. “... a large shopping area. It will have every luxury from across the world with no price too high.”

She looked up at him through lashes as thick as velvet. “You are building paradise, then?”

“I’ve already built paradise,” he told her, waving his hand at the city stretching out before them. “I’m just trying to make it a little better.”

Bellegere let out a throaty laugh that sounded genuine. She was such a good actress that you could never really know. “You know, my mother dreamed of a place like this. She believed in giving pleasure, not just selling it. In Braavos, the trade is old, but the men who try to control it are old, too. Nothing ever changes.” She turned, and the sun caught the pearl ornament in her hair. “But here, you make new things every day. Even your coins are beautiful. Did you know that the Black Pearl’s face is stamped on three different currencies now?”

Harry chuckled and caressed her arm. “They chose well,” he said, and he meant it. He had many of those coins in his personal vault, and every time he looked at them, it brought back memories of him making her face twist in pleasure. 

They strolled past another row of columns. Each was carved with nymphs in erotic poses, and Bellegere paused to run her finger over a particularly lascivious grouping. She looked back at Harry with a wicked gleam in her beautiful brown eyes. “Do you think your city is ready for what you’re building? In Braavos, even the most decadent lords pretend it’s shameful in the daylight hours. Here, you put it all in the sun.”

“There is no shame here in my city. If it’s legal, then you’re allowed to indulge yourself without ridicule. That’s why so many wealthy merchants and lords have moved here,” Harry explained. He slowed their pace so that she could fully admire the next block. Teams of men were laying blue tile in the courtyard of a future bathhouse, while others hoisted up a huge glass panel that would serve as the ceiling over the main room.

Bellegere leaned in, her lips nearly brushing his ear. “I would love to live in a city like this,” she seductively whispered into his ear. Harry chuckled and squeezed her body. 

“The Black Pearl is always welcome here, and so are your fellow courtesans,” he replied. “You can have any house you wish.” Stealing her away from Braavos would be a major coup. Especially if other courtesans decided to join her. 

She purred and nipped his ear. Bellegere was already deciding the best way to intertwine herself with him. Harrold’s wealth was immeasurable, and his power and influence were beyond question. 

They walked on. The street was now lined with nearly-finished houses, each with its own little garden and small, private courtyard. Every window was framed in the highest quality glass, and every fence was covered in blooming vines. These were the houses where the high-class dancers and courtesans would live. Bellegere plucked a flower and tucked it behind her ear. She then spun around so that the bottom of her dress flared and the pearl chains jingled. She couldn’t get enough of the warm sun. Braavos was quite cold, even in the summer. 

She stopped walking, pivoted to face him, and caught both his hands in hers. “If I moved here, could you promise me something?” He nodded, waiting. “Promise me that I will never be bored.”

He squeezed her hands and kissed her knuckles. “You’d be the first to tell me if you were,” he joked.

She laughed and pressed herself up against him. It was not subtle. Both breasts pressed hard into his chest, her thigh slipped between his, and her breath was hot on his neck. There was no one else on the avenue. Even the laboring drones were several houses away. She licked his jaw, then trailed her tongue up to his ear.

“Show me,” she whispered, “Show me how much fun there is to be had.”

He caught her chin and kissed her slowly and deeply. Her tongue was sweet, and she moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips into his leg. She then pulled him toward the shadow between two columns.

Harry let her take control, and together they tumbled out of sight of the street and into a half-finished pillared alley. She pressed her hands to his chest and tore open the buttons of his shirt. Her nails grazed his skin, and he shivered.

She dropped to her knees on the cold marble, spread his legs, and fished out his cock. Without preamble, she swallowed it to the base, never breaking eye contact. Her lips were soft, and her tongue circled the tip with practiced grace. Her hand cupped his balls and squeezed, and her other hand stroked his thigh, kneading the muscle.

He ran his hand through her hair, feeling the pearls and chains scrape his skin. She hummed around his shaft, and then pulled back, letting his cock bounce against her cheek. She smiled up at him while her hand continued to expertly work his shaft. “Maybe I will move here, after all. Braavos is so cold in winter, and the men are so old.”

Harry wrapped his arms around her and lifted her easily. She wrapped both legs around his waist and hiked her dress up. Her cunt was already slick and hot. She guided him in and gasped when her silky walls were stretched. She threw her head back and moaned as Harry claimed her body right there in the alley of his new Pleasure District. It was a hell of a way to start his project.