The Wizard of Fury Chapter 56 (Patreon)

Waking up next to her husband was one of the sweet joys of life. It encapsulated everything that Margaery loved: the warm sunlight on her face, the silken bedsheets rubbing across her bare body, the satisfaction that came from a night well rested, and of course the feeling of Harry’s body against hers.

They’d gotten curled up around each other in the night. Her left leg was trapped between his strong thighs. His cock was resting against her hip, flaccid and yet begging to be touched.

Knowing how much he enjoyed such things, Margaery started planting gentle kisses along Harry’s jawline. She was halfway up to his ear when he stirred awake, and she arched her back to press her breasts against his side to expedite the process.

“Good morning,” she giggled into his ear, reaching down to grasp his cock in one hand.

“Good—oh,” Harry chuckled back as he started to stir to life.

He’d woken her up more than once like this as well. Few things were as pleasant as feeling your lover stimulating you from the moment that you woke.

Harry turned to face her, letting Margaery capture his lips with her own as she slowly stroked his shaft. It felt so warm in her hand, and it always amazed her as to just how long and thick it grew. She barely had to do anything to get him going. A light touch, a whispered word, or even just putting on the right outfit was enough to make him stiff and ready to go.

“Margaery,” Harry groaned as he bucked his hips upwards. She giggled against his lips. The amount of desperation in his voice made the heat pooling in her core pulse with excitement.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about our talk we had before our wedding,” Margaery said, still stroking his cock just as slowly as before despite his clear desire for more.

“Which one?” Harry asked, only half paying attention as he reached around her soft body to grab a handful of her ass.

Margaery moaned softly at his possessive touch and pushed her breasts harder against his chest. “The one about having kids.”

That, for a moment, stopped Harry in his tracks.

“We did agree to wait a few months before we stopped with any teas to stop you from getting pregnant,” Harry recalled.

“There’s no need to rush into it if you’re not ready,” Margaery said to him comfortingly.

“No, I am,” Harry replied resolutely, staring into her eyes with clear sincerity. “There’s nothing I want more in life than to start a family with you. I love you, Margaery.”

“And I love you,” she beamed as he closed the gap between them and kissed her until she was seeing stars.

“Now can you please stop taking this so bloody slowly,” Harry chuckled. “I need to be inside of you right now.”

Margaery laughed and kissed his cheek as she tossed back the bedsheets, baring their bodies to the cool morning air. She rolled on top of him, straddling his thighs as she leaned back and touched her slit. She was nicely wet, and she easily sank two of her fingers inside of herself. When she pulled them out, they were coated in her juices. She brought them right up to Harry’s lips, and he eagerly took them in and licked her clean.

Their bodies worked in a familiar tandem as Margaery raised her hips before softly lowering herself back down right onto Harry’s cock. No matter how many times she took him inside of her, she was always astounded by how much he stretched her open. It was a feeling of fullness that wasn’t comparable to anything else in the world. She let her head fall back for a moment as she moaned at the sheer blissful sensation of finally taking every inch of him inside of her.

Harry grabbed onto her hips and helped guide her motions as she rode his cock. Margaery moved in a hypnotic, swirling pattern as she clenched tight around his cock. The steady glide up and down his shaft was helped on by just how wet she was.

“Imagine how cute it’ll be to have little babies to look after,” Margaery told him. “And how fun it’ll be to keep making them.”

They’d both agreed that they wanted at least three children, which meant that there was plenty of sex to be had.

Margaery was torn between hoping that she wouldn’t get pregnant so that they could have plenty of passionate baby-making sex and the idea of getting pregnant on their first real attempt. Her body was thrilled with the idea of carrying her husband’s child, and she was so desperate to feel his cum filling her up inside.

“You chose a hell of a time for this,” Harry grunted as he thrust up into her pussy, deciding that she wasn’t riding him fast enough. Margaery moaned loudly at the surprise thrust and let her weight drop completely, slamming his ass back down onto the bed and pushing his cock as deep inside of her as it could go. “I’ll be gone for at least eight days.”

“Then we’ll both be quite eager for a speedy return, won’t we?” Margaery grinned down at him, choosing to ignore the reminder that he had another trip to go on.

His eyes raked over her body like she was a succulent piece of meat. It was almost inevitable that his eyes landed on her bouncing breasts, so she leaned forward and moaned as he captured one of her rosy nipples between his teeth.

The slapping of skin and their wanton moans filled the room as Margaery picked up the pace. They were insatiable when they got like this. Margaery felt so in control and powerful when she was riding the cock of the most incredible man in the world. And yet, she always succumbed to the pleasure when it became too much.

It started when her thighs began to quiver, followed by her bounces on Harry’s cock falling out of time slightly. They both knew what it meant, and that was when Harry knew it was his turn to take control.

Margaery squealed as Harry flipped both of them over and slammed his cock deep inside of her pussy. His balls rested on her ass for just a second as she shuffled into a more comfortable position before he reeled back and started pounding into her.

The bed beneath them groaned from the force of Harry’s thrusts, but neither of them cared at all. It could collapse to the ground and dozens of guards and servants could come running into the room to see what was wrong and neither of them would’ve stopped what they were doing. Their connection was more important than the world around them.

Each thrust drove the air out of Margaery’s lungs. Her moans turned to breathy whimpers mixed in with the occasional squeal when he struck the perfect spot inside of her pussy. Every passing second brought her closer to the edge. In other times, she would try to slow down and truly enjoy this, but they didn’t have time for that. It felt like they needed to make a baby right now or they’d somehow lose out on the chance to do so. It was a ridiculous thought but one that still drove their actions.

“You need to cum in me,” Margaery told Harry breathlessly. “Not a single drop can be spilt. I want to be so full of your cum that I feel like I’m going to burst.”

“Fucking hell,” Harry groaned. “You’re going to make me lose control.”

“Good,” she smiled up at him. “I want you to let everything out. That’ll give you something to think about when you’re away.”

“When I come back, we’re spending at least three days locked up in this room together.”

“Trying to fuck me on every piece of furniture and in every position?”

“Would you want anything less?”

No, she wouldn’t.

Margaery’s walls were clinging to his cock as they fluttered endlessly. She was so close to breaking down and cumming, but it wouldn’t be perfect unless he was cumming inside her too at the exact same time. Call it a superstition, but she’d always envisioned this moment with her future husband before she’d been with Harry. The pure, simultaneous release was meant to guarantee a pregnancy.

So, she did what she could. She made sure that her breasts jiggled as enticingly as possible and that he was looking at them. She wrapped her arms and legs and pulled his closer, spurring him on to fuck her faster and faster. She moaned his name and begged for him to cum inside of it.

And all of it worked.

His cock started throbbing inside of her just when she didn’t think that she could hold on any longer. He let out a deep groan, and Margaery cried out as her pussy squeezed him tighter than ever as she came around his cock. He rammed himself forward and started cumming like crazy inside of her, filling her up with an intense heat that felt so good in her core. His thighs flexed as he kept making these tiny thrusts against her, ensuring that every last drop spilt into her womb just as promised.

In the aftermath as they caught their breasts, Harry stayed right inside of her. Margaery peppered his face and lips with kisses until her lips started to swell up.

Eventually, there was a knock at the door.

“My Prince?” It was Ser Jon Snow. “The ship will be ready to depart in an hour.”

That would be just enough time for him to get changed and take a carriage down to the docks below.

“Understood,” Harry called out in reply.

Reluctantly, he gave her one final kiss and pulled out of her. As she watched him wipe himself clean in a basin of cool water, she felt his seed begin to seep out of her and stain the bedsheets. He dressed himself in some simpler clothes—the type that King Stannis liked to wear—and came back to their bed one final time.

“I’ll be home again soon,” he promised her with a kiss.

Then, all too quickly, he was gone.

There was a coldness that Margaery hated whenever Harry left their bed. It was strange. Even though she’d grown up frequently sharing her bed with her cousins and handmaidens, she’d never felt alone like this whenever they left her bed. And when she slept alone, she never felt like there was a void around her.

But with Harry, everything felt different. There was a powerful energy between them. She liked to think that it was their magic intermingling, bringing them closer together than any normal man and woman could be. Everything was more intense with Harry, both for good and ill.

Margaery’s handmaidens quickly came into the room after Harry left and helped her bathe and get dressed in fine silks. She sent them away afterwards and climbed to the top of the Stone Drum, the central keep of Dragonstone where she and Harry’s chambers were.

The top floor was dominated by the Chamber of the Painted Table, a circular room that took up nearly the entire level. An enormous wooden table carved in the shape of Westeros and painted to accurately depict the various landscapes took up much of space, but there were four tall, narrow windows that looked out north, east, south, and west. One could see the vast waters surrounding the island in every direction except for the north, where the Dragonmont hid everything behind its enormous mass. But Margaery wasn’t here to look at anything but the large galley that was to take her husband away to the west.

Among his many duties as the Crown Prince, Harry was required to regularly visit King’s Landing. It was a journey he made every month, and this was the third time he was leaving now.

On the very first day he left her side, Harry had told her to never watch his ship leave. It was bad luck, he’d told her with a wry smile. Yet, it felt like she was holding her breath if she didn’t.

As she stared out the window, she wasn’t surprised to hear the sudden sound of footsteps coming up from behind her. They hesitated a second before continuing, marching louder as though they belonged here as much as Margaery did.

“You’ve come to watch him too,” Margaery sighed.

The tide tugged at the galley, pulling it free from the docks now that it was no longer tied down. The sails caught the wind, and the ship started navigating the rocky waters towards King’s Landing.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” Arianne said. “I should go—”

“No, stay,” Margaery interjected. “Come here.”

The olive-skinned woman came right up to Margaery’s side as an equal. Margaery pointed out a distant cluster of hefty rocks rising from the waters.

“Do you see those?”

“Of course.”

“Lord Steffon Baratheon, Harry’s grandsire, died upon those rocks along with his wife, Lady Cassana,” Margaery explained. “They were returning home from a venture in search of a bride for Prince Raegar Targaryen. They failed in their mission, and the gods punished them by slamming their ship against the rocks, leaving hundreds to drown.”

“My uncle had told me of such,” Arianne admitted.

“I know that he couldn’t tell you that this is the only room that King Stannis has ever found peace in,” Margaery said. “Up here, he can see everything around the castle. He worries forever over the state of his bannermen and those who serve him. Harry is much the same. He doesn’t want me up here to watch him leave, yet he spends countless hours up here ensuring that others leave our island safely. Why do you think that is?”

“Because he has a good and noble heart,” Arianne answered. “He cares for those around him.”

“Indeed he does,” Margaery nodded. “Yet I fear that it is more than that. He has a strong reaction towards death. I’m sure that he’s told you of his past life by now, has he not?”

“He has,” Arianne replied.

“What experienced there has shaped his views on life here. He has been to places and seen things that we will never be able to. It is a burden he faces, but one that he is attempting to alleviate by opening up to us about his experiences.”

Arianne hummed in agreement, but Margaery knew that the woman still didn’t know the angle of her words.

“We too face a unique situation in that we are one of a select few who is capable of performing true magic,” Margaery continued. “It has a practical implication upon the lives of those around us. If my dear husband is to be believed, we could raise crops from the soil with a mere wave of our fingers. We could carve through sheafs of grain and pull hundreds of apples from a series of trees with but a single thought. These are powers that could change our world.”

Margaery turned to face Arianne directly now that Harry’s ship was beginning to fade from sight. “You are merely here for a time; there is nothing tying you to Dragonstone directly. Once you’ve learnt all you can of magic from Harry and attained a wand of your own, you could leave this place forever and do very well for yourself. Even if you refuse to return to Dorne, there are countless cities across the Narrow Sea that would eagerly welcome a woman of your talents. What I fear is that it is possible for you to one day become our enemy.”

Arianne’s dark-brown eyes flickered up to Margaery’s. “Your suspicions are unfounded. I would not oppose Harry under any normal circumstances.”

“What of the extraordinary ones? What if the Crown declared war against Dorne, threatening your family and all of its holdings?”

“I would believe King Stannis to have good reason for such an act,” Arianne replied. “Besides, I have already informed you of my father’s treason against King Robert by intending to have me marry the former Prince Viserys Targaryen. If you would have me sign a letter attesting to the facts, then I would gladly do so.”

Margaery eyed the woman warily. Three months on and her story had yet to change. She seemed as genuine as anyone could be and utterly loyal towards Harry. Margaery was no fool as to ignore Arianne’s obvious beauty, but even though her husband continued to support Arianne’s continued time here on Dragonstone, Margaery knew that it had nothing to do with the woman’s appearance.

Too many tales had been spun of women who were displaced by their husband’s lover. It was a tale as old as time, and one that continued to ring true year after year.

Yet, Harry wasn’t the type to do such a thing.

Harry loved and treasured Margaery above all others. He’d fought for her against his own father and put everyone else aside for her own wellbeing. Margaery could not doubt his love or commitment to her for even an instant.

However, the fact remained that Arianne was madly in love with Harry.

“I do not require anything of the sort,” Margaery finally said, drawing a quiet sigh of relief from Arianne’s lips. “Would you care to join me for lunch?”

Arianne raised an eyebrow at her. In all their time here on Dragonstone, Margaery had never once invited Arianne to a private meal unless Harry had requested it.

“Why did you come to this room in particular the moment that Harry was set to leave?” Margaery asked.

Arianne glanced around. “It just felt right,” she eventually said.

“I felt the same thing,” Margaery told her. “Now, can we sit down for lunch together or do you wish to continue our standoffish relationship?”

Arianne’s small smile gave her the answer she was hoping for.