The Wizard of Fury Chapter 39 (Patreon)

Finally, a quiet moment.

After yet another day of feasting and watching the greatest tourney that Westeros had ever seen, Arianne was keen for a break alone. Had recent events not played out the way that they had, she was sure that she’d have gone off to find a lover to keep her bed warm, but there was only one man that she desired now.

Her fingers would have to do what she wanted.

The heat of Dorne was said to drive the Dornish mad with lust. As true as she felt it was, Arianne had always had that pent-up lust inside of her that she struggled to satisfy. She’d hoped that coming to the capital would provide a man who could satisfy her, but he was promised to another.

Patience, she reminded herself. Even if he went through with his marriage to Margaery Tyrell, they could still share a bed together. Though, she was uncertain if his convictions would allow for such a thing.

She could still dream of his touch at the very least. The moment she retired to her chambers, Arianne loosened the silks that clung to her curves and laid down on her bed. In closing her eyes, she could imagine Harry Baratheon’s face staring at her. His gorgeous green eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul and his dark, tousled hair made for quite the inviting look.

Dreaming, she imagined his lips pressed against hers as he lifted her into the air like she weighed as little as a feather. She wrapped her arms around his warm limbs, only then realising that they were both naked. She could feel his manhood stirring against her ass as he carried her over to a bed and dropped her on it, just as she currently was.

Arianne’s fingers ran up along her sides until she felt the swell of her breasts. She could feel his fingers running through her inky-black curls, gently massaging her scalp as his weight settled upon her. She pressed down on her breasts to recreate the feeling but quickly realised that her imagination was more than up to the task. That was good; it left her hands to do more important things.

“No one feels as good as you,” Harry whispered in her mind.

Letting out a soft moan, Arianne finally touched her lower lips. It was only the most gentle graze of her finger running from the base of her labia up to her clit, but it was enough to send shivers down her spine. She couldn’t imagine many people who had such a wonderfully-intimate understanding of their own bodies as she did. Every little touch always felt so overwhelmingly perfect that it only reaffirmed in her mind that she wouldn’t settle for a man who offered anything less than she could already do herself.

The bedding was so soft beneath her that Arianne felt like she was floating as she touched herself further. Two of her fingers barely dipped into her pussy, teasing her much the way she imagined the tip of Harry’s cock would, before she pulled back and began circling her clit. With only the lightest pressure, Arianne knew that she was teasing herself to the point of pain when all she’d wanted was to get back into her chambers to find a quick release. But nothing could be quick when she was imagining Harry. He surely wasn’t the type of lover to finish all of a sudden and leave her wanting. If anything, it would be the opposite where she’d be so overwhelmed by pleasure that she was begging him to stop. Of course, she wouldn’t truly mean it, and his cock would still be ready to fill up her needy hole.

Gods, this was wonderful. Arianne bit her lower lip and used her free hand to begin playfully teasing her nipple as her fingers closed in on her clit. It was quickly becoming slightly engorged from all of the heat building in her core, and as good as it felt to tease, she could feel wetness beginning to seep down onto the curve of her ass.

Would Harry fuck her now that she was good and ready or would he keep teasing her?

Arianne imagined him leering down at her from above, his eyes darting from her beautiful face to her enticing breasts and then down to her squirming thighs. He seemed the type of man to truly appreciate everything that the female body had to offer him, but he was still a man at the end of the day. After a long day of training or fighting, whether on the tourney ground or out in the real world against bandits or brigands, he would confidently take what was his. And Arianne would offer herself to him completely.

She could practically feel the heat of his cock prodding at her labia. The sensation of them being parted was matched by the movement of her fingers. She could imagine him leaning down to kiss her and whisper a naughty word or two in her ear as he refused to push that final bit to fully connect their bodies. She would have to beg him for him.

“Oh, Harry,” Arianne moaned.

“My love,” he moaned back as he started to push inside of her.

Arianne’s fingers slowly slipped inside of her at the pace she imagined Harry’s cock would. It was almost painfully slow as she simply wanted to finally feel what it was like to have his marvellous cock stretch out her tight pussy, but the sensation was more than worth the wait. Every inch that he pushed forward spread her open like nothing ever else had before. She’d been with large men before, but none had ever made her feel the way that Harry’s cock had.

She realised that her fingers couldn’t reach as deep as Harry’s cock surely could, which was why she was tremendously surprised to feel that pleasure deeper within her core. At first, she’d thought it a trick of her imagination, but as she pulled her fingers back, she realised that she was still feeling the push of his cock inside of her pussy.

Arianne suddenly shot up in bed and peered down between her thighs. Tentatively, she probed inside of herself and felt relieved as her walls clung to her fingers, but then she was buffeted by the sensation of a cock slamming deep into her core. 

What in the Seven Hells was happening?

Flopping back onto her bed, Arianne’s pussy clamped down on the non-existent invader as she gasped for breath. She closed her eyes and saw Harry again, his face screwed up in pleasure as he thrust into her pussy again. Less than a second later, the sensation of being filled again struck her.

Was he…?

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“Margaery,” Harry breathed her name like it was a blessing.

His beautiful wife to be was mewling beneath him as stirred his cock around inside of her pussy while he nibbled at her neck, planting teasing kisses as he went. He’d nearly brought her to the point of orgasm earlier before pulling back and leaving her desperate for his touch. She would’ve leapt atop him had he not pushed her back into his bed and climbed on top of her. 

Harry chuckled as he pulled back and then pressed back inside of Margaery. In their brief time together in King’s Landing, they’d come to find a perfect rhythm of their two bodies together that led to some of the most excruciatingly wonderful moments of his life. The sheer connection between the two of them nearly took his breath away, and were it not for his intense desire to make her feel as good as she possibly could, Harry well knew that he could lose himself and disappoint her.

Thankfully, such a thing would never happen.

Harry kept fucking Margaery, eking out these most wonderful sounds, but something strangely felt off to him. He couldn’t quite describe it in words. It was utterly unlike anything that he’d ever experienced as a wizard back in Britain or in his life since he’d arrived in Westeros. It was just… odd.

The feeling struck him but didn’t stop the movements of his hips. His cock speared into Margaery’s tight core and split her open. Her walls clamped down hard around his shaft and begged him to remain inside of her, but the sweet pleasure of pulling out until just the tip of his cock remained was too much to bear. Harry reeled his hips back to that exact point and then slammed forward, crying out in ecstasy alongside her.

“More,” Margaery demanded breathlessly, her nails digging into his back. Her breasts were bouncing wildly on her chest, and Harry grabbed a handful of one of them as he did as she commanded.

Harder, faster, deeper. All of the things Margaery wanted from him she received. He ravaged her tight pussy with powerful thrusts that swept up a torrent of pleasure between the two of them. In these brief, private moments when they could be alone before his father returned to their shared chambers for the night, they were able to let out all of their swirling passions that’d built up throughout the day.

And in that most perfect finale, Harry’s pleasure reached the ultimate height just as Margaery’s walls began to spasm wildly around his cock. His face lit up with joy, and as he looked at his beautiful wife-to-be’s face, he exploded with shock.

He didn’t see Margaery’s face staring back at him. Hers was there distantly, as though it were a ghostly form that was barely kept from fading out of existence, but what he saw immediately was the visage of Arianne Martell. Arianne looked just as shocked to see him as she recoiled away, but then she suddenly leaned forward again, and Harry was left within just a couple inches of kissing her plump lips. 

A jolt of magic, the one he’d felt with both Margaery and Arianne, shot through him.

He pulled away sharply, whipping his head back and forth to clear the image.

In an instant, everything around him faded. It felt like sheets of ice sliding down from rooftops before they fell to the ground and shattered. The magical sensation was replaced by a violent chill that raked his body as his mind replayed the scene over and over again.

Whatever he’d seen with Arianne’s face right in front of him couldn’t have been real… and yet he knew that it wasn’t just a trick of the light. Margaery’s body had still felt like the one he’d quickly become familiar with; it was only the face that’d been different. Had his mind merely been playing tricks upon him, or was there something more to this that he just didn’t understand? 

It was his luck that Margaery didn’t seem to notice his uncomfortableness in the slightest. She was too busy recoiling from her orgasm and was gasping for breath as her body shuddered.

“That was wonderful,” she breathed in loudly.

Harry chuckled awkwardly and pulled out of her. He tried to get up so that he could sit down on the edge of the bed and calm his beating heart, but Margaery caught his arm and pulled him down onto the bed next to her. Harry didn’t fight her, fearing that he’d ruin everything if he acted oddly.

“I hope we’ll be able to find another moment like this again soon,” Margaery murmured to him. “My father wishes us to be married before we leave the capital, and I’ll undoubtedly be busy with my seamstresses and inundated with the planning of it all. Another reprieve like this would be truly perfect.”

“Yes it would, my sweet,” Harry replied even as his mind still swirled with the imagery of Arianne. He tried reflecting on the moment. Why had she come to his mind? And why did he feel some odd magical connection with her when he was busy with Margaery?

It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, and the fact of it both frightened and excited him. He was embarrassed about the latter. Margaery was bound to be his wife, but he couldn’t deny the fact that Arianne was a beautiful woman. His interest in her, even if it only came in the form of dreams and fantasies, was enough to annoy him substantially. He shouldn’t be picturing anyone else but Margaery like that.

He tried to brush the image away, but it kept lingering in the back of his mind.

Margaery ran her fingers up and down soothingly along his chest. “And while I’m planning for the wedding, you’ll be off fighting again in the melee and investigating these dark matters at court. You and this Jon Snow will be safe investigating beneath the Red Keep, won’t you?” She asked him.

He wished that he could promise her sincerely that he would be, but the attack upon his father’s life left him questioning his own safety as well. Still… this was a white lie that he could tolerate.

“Of course we will be,” Harry assured her. “Anyone who was trapezing through there is bound to be long gone by now since Ser Barristan began exploring there. Anything we turn up will be sure to be evidence against those who would seek to harm us.”

But even as he said those words, Harry couldn’t quite believe it. He didn’t know what those unknown enemies of his knew of what the status of the tunnels beneath the Red Keep was. There were sure to be countless complications and odd trickeries that impeded his work down there, but he would try his hardest to resolve them all in a satisfactory manner.

If it weren’t for Margaery, then it would be for his own confidence.

He closed his eyes and took in a deep sigh, imagining her standing before him. But then the shadow of another figure appeared.

It took only a moment for them to step into the light, but by that point, Harry’s breathing had completely hitched.

Arianne Martell was resting her chin upon Margaery Tyrell’s shoulder, grinning at him while Margaery smoothly ran her fingers through the other woman’s hair.