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When he arrived in this world, it was in chaos, with multiple people claiming thrones for their own while literal ice monsters threatened to wipe all life from the land.
In all honesty, Harry would have preferred to not give a damn about any of it, but the presence of those ‘others’ ate away at his magic. And anything that was a danger to his magic had to be culled. Initially, Harry treated with the pretender Kings and Queens in an effort to keep things civilized. That was a mistake since they all had their heads too far up their own arses to listen to reason, or they listened but had no power to do what was needed.
Harry got fed up with the needless politicking and decided to take control. It was pathetically easy with the help of his magic. While some southern lords started shrieking about heathens and magic, the northerners shuddered in fear and knelt after declaring him a messenger of the gods. Of course, it was a little more complicated than that.
Thank Merlin for the stupidity of uneducated folk in this world who believed in such nonsense. Harry sensed that some higher powers were playing a game, but their presence was far too weak to matter to him. However, two women caused him more headaches than the gods ever could.
Daenerys Targaryen and Sansa Stark.
Harry had thrown away his morality the instant his magic was in danger, so he used legilimency liberally to keep track of who felt extra treacherous. All this gave him great insight into who the two most powerful women were.
Sansa Stark was, in two words, the ice-bitch. She had her views set in stone and believed only power could keep her safe. Harry even sympathized with her when he saw what she had gone through in the past at the hands of the ones in power.
Daenerys Targaryen was a woman that Harry would have admired in his own world. She wanted to reshape this backward society in her image and punish the dregs while at it. A woman that was truly after his heart.
The only issue was these two were the most stubborn of the lot, claiming to have their subjects’ best interest in mind while bickering over who had the true authority to rule. Harry noticed the somber man, Jon Snow, about to tear his hair out in frustration at every argument his sister-turned-cousin and his newfound aunt had.
So Harry made an offer.
In return for Jon renouncing the claim to the throne, Harry would use all of his power to bring the Others their doom. It certainly helped that defeating the Others seemed to be Jon’s sole goal for living. Plus, it wasn’t like Harry couldn’t just take it more himself if Jon disagreed. It just made sense to get the claimant, whom most of these Lords saw as the legitimate ruler, to step down willingly.
That left the two women with the largest backing. Even though this society saw women as lower than men, they had somehow clawed their way to the top and had every intention of staying there. Harry would have applauded that and given them an encouraging pat on the back for their troubles. Well, the Others took that choice away from the two women.
The first thing was to stun the rabble with his magic. The Northerners were easy since all Harry had to do was create armor that would be impenetrable to the weapons used in this primitive land. Sansa Stark was practically thrown at him by the fickle lords in an effort to tie his powers to the North.
Then Daenerys’s advisors felt threatened and begged their Queen to do something. The beautiful silver-haired Targaryen’s reaction was to try and use her dragons to burn Harry into ashes. Unfortunately for her, parseltongue and a bit of mind magic bent the overgrown reptiles into favoring the wizard. Harry was giddy that Daenerys practically handed herself over to him like a gift.
So now these two women were kneeling in front of him, staring up at him in defiance even though they were bound and collared like the slaves that Daenerys fought so hard to free. On second thought, maybe they weren’t anything like slaves. They were far too beautiful and willful to be considered as such.
“I am your Queen! The Breaker of Chains! How dare you do this to me!” Daenerys practically snarled at Harry. In contrast, Sansa was silent, but her eyes held murderous intentions that couldn’t be hidden.
They truly represented both their house’s words.
“Well, let’s get this over with,” Harry said with a clap of his hands, “I need to go and destroy these ice fuckers before they become a bigger issue.”
Daenerys frowned at the carefree way Harry spoke. She had assumed that he would act like any other man that had power over her, not look as if he couldn’t be bothered. Sansa, however, didn’t blink as she watched for any sudden movements. The redhead had resolved to kill herself before another man could treat her like Ramsey Bolton.
“Would you stop trying to set me on fire with that look?” Harry rolled his eyes at Sansa, “I already promised your brother I wouldn’t touch you without permission.”
Sansa felt even more betrayed than before. She thought this was the work of the Northern Lords and Jon didn’t know anything about it.
“Right, before I come back, decide if you want to stay and help me rule this primitive land or fuck off to where ever you want. I wouldn’t mind having two fit girls helping me along.”
Harry waved his wand in their direction to release their bindings but left the leather collars on their necks.
“You can roam around the castle all you want, but you won’t be able to leave the island until I’ve killed the Night King. Have fun!” Harry ended the sentence cheerily and walked away from the stunned women.
Harry turned around before he left the chambers and added, “And Daenerys? I can give you human children if you choose to stay. Same for you, Sansa. Think of how your children would have the powers I possess. And of how you would be the Queen Mother.”
Harry grinned when both their jaws dropped. He practically skipped off to end the ice monster, expecting to return to two beautiful women at his beck and call. If Harry had to rule over these savages, those two would be his reward.
The fight was honestly easier than Harry would have ever thought. The kill that would have made him the hero was almost taken away by a slip of a girl that he later learned was Sansa’s sister, but Harry stunned her right before she could stab the Night King. After that, he set the undead king on fire for dramatics and used the sword to finish the fight himself.
Harry returned to the castle on Dragonstone that would soon be the seat of his power. The cheers of men praising him were nice, but the company of two of the sexiest women he had ever seen was better. Harry didn’t know if they had taken his offer, but with what he understood about their desires, it would be a miracle if they hadn’t.
“Welcome back, my lord.”
Harry nodded at the old man that greeted him. He supposed he should be called King, but that was something to correct later. Harry had more important things on his mind.
“Where are Daenerys and Sansa?” Harry asked impatiently.
“They are in their chambers, my lord. Would you like me to summon them?”
“Yes,” Harry nodded, “Send them to my rooms.”
Harry walked away after the man’s acknowledgment. He arrived in his room and sat on the edge of the ridiculously large bed while tapping his thigh, waiting for the arrival of his new potential wives.
It didn’t take long before they entered together. When Harry left them to finish the war, Daenerys had been disheveled and downtrodden by losing control of her dragons. And Sansa seemed to have lost faith in life, but they had drastically changed.
The rumors Harry heard about Daenerys being the most beautiful woman in the world didn’t do enough justice to how she really looked. The exotic silver hair, striking purple eyes, and the perfect features of her face meant Daenerys had no equal to her beauty. However, Sansa came a very close second. With Harry’s proclivity toward redheads, she might even come on top on some days.
“So,” Harry said teasingly, “I assume both of you will be staying?”
Daenerys and Sansa looked at each other before reaching a silent agreement. Harry raised his eyebrows at the surprising amiability.
“We will,” Daenerys spoke for both of them, “But we have demands.”
“Oh?” Harry was curious. If what they wanted wasn’t too outlandish, he could accommodate them.
“We will be equal rulers,” Daenerys started firmly, “And our children will marry each other to keep the power within our family. As for bedding, we will come to you. You are barred from our chambers until we decide it’s time to try for a child.”
Daenerys and Sansa knew they were asking for too much, but with how Harry had looked at them, they knew he lusted for them. And since he didn’t want them in chains, they assumed he was a man who could be reasoned with.
“I see,” Harry said without much reaction, “So you want to be Queens in your own right and fuck only when you decide.”
Honestly, Harry didn’t have many complaints about the ruling part of their demands, only that they were treating him like a pushover. It was time for a little lesson on who held power.
“May I ask what you both are wearing on your neck?”
Daenerys and Sansa reflexively reached up to feel the leather choker that couldn’t be removed, no matter what they tried.
“That’s right. Those chokers mean you still belong to me… and you try to make these ridiculous demands while mistaking my generosity for weakness.”
“I suppose a little lesson would fix this,” Harry conjured the chains and binding that were on them when they were brought here. “If you still want to stay, kneel and take my punishment.”
Sansa was the first to step back to the entrance. Harry’s following words stopped her, “The moment you step out, those children you were no doubt dreaming of will no longer be possible.”
The next minute felt like an hour since Harry knew making them submit willingly was risky. They were women used to being in control and chafed when others tried to do the same to them. That was why Harry sighed a breath of relief when their knees bent before meeting the floor.
Still, Harry had to go through with this, and he might as well make it enjoyable.
A wave of his wand pulled the women’s arms behind their backs as a tight leather strap bound them together, pushing their perky tits out and displaying them proudly throughout their dresses. After another spell to vanish the clothes off their bodies, Harry stood back to admire the perfection shown. He mentally thanked Luna for the spells to make the binding. Of all the people Harry knew, she was the one that was strangely accomplished in magic related to bondage.
Daenerys was already used to men leering at her body, so she sneered when she saw Harry eyeing her breasts. “Is this what the most powerful man in Westeros desires? Having two helpless women under his control?”
“Helpless?” Harry repeated in amusement, stepping forward to lightly pinch a nipple on each woman, “I don’t think you know how much power you’re about to wield. Other than me, nobody in this land will dare to deny what either of you command.”
Sansa flushed pleasantly at her nipple being teased, her only other experience being the torture under Ramsey. However, she still tried to keep her anger. “So we are still under you.”
Harry moved to cup Sansa’s full breast in his palm before squeezing tightly and pulled her up before biting her nipple.
Sansa squealed and tried to back away, failing because of Harry’s grip on her tits. To her surprise, a rush of arousal flooded her cunt instead of the pain she was expecting. Daenerys was subject to the same treatment.
Remembering Luna’s oversharing, Harry cast a numbing charm on both the woman’s nipples. He quickly pierced them before conjuring small metal rings and inserting them. Harry followed that with a low-powered healing spell before either could react.
Daenerys was the first to react and shrieked, “I am NOT a pleasure slave! Not even for your promise of children!”
Harry could see that Sansa was about to explode at what he had done, but there was an easy fix. He flicked each of their piercings with a finger, hitting the small ring and transferring that right into their nerves.
“Oh, gods!” Sansa’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and fell forwards onto Harry’s body. He gripped her tight arse to hold her in place and grinned at Daenerys as she literally had a puddle of arousal forming between her legs. Harry again thanked Luna for teaching him how to make the piercing extra sensitive.
With Sansa’s arse in one hand, Harry used the other to tug Daenerys down by the ring to kneel in front of him. The Targaryen’s knees splashed in her own juices before looking up at him with unseeing eyes.
“I’m sure you’re both happy with those piercings now,” Harry said with a shit-eating grin as he freed himself from his clothes. With a hand around his thick shaft, Harry tapped Daenerys on the face with his hardening cock to get her attention.
“Get me hard, love. And look at me with those pretty eyes while you suck me.”
If it was anyone else, Daenerys would have set her dragons on them, but this was a man that claimed to be able to give her human children. Daenerys had no reason to doubt him with what she had seen of his powers so far. For the first time since her dragons hatched, Daenerys followed the orders of a man.
She felt powerless to kneel before a man and take his cock into her mouth. Especially when her arms were bound behind her back, but Daenerys found a silver lining. While most things were out of her control, Daenerys could see the sheer lust aimed at her while she pleasured his cock with her mouth.
Harry grunted when Daenerys took him deep enough to hit the back of her mouth and choke lightly before trying again. This time the silver-haired queen didn’t stop there and forced his cock into her throat.
“Fucking hell,” Harry gasped, “Who would have thought you would be such a good cocksucker.”
Harry stroked her hair as Daenerys bobbed up and down before realizing that Sansa had returned to her senses.
“Daenerys is working hard to get my seed,” Harry said between grunts as Daenerys started to fuck her face on his cock, “What do you think, Sansa? Should she have my firstborn?”
Harry didn’t particularly care about the order his children were born. But with this land stuck in the feudal age, the women that were to be his Queens very much did.
Daenerys froze for a moment before returning to using her own face as a pleasure tool for his cock. Her lips were swollen by the force of banging off the base of his cock, and her face was shining from her own splattered saliva. It was like she had forgotten that getting pregnant through her throat was impossible.
“If that’s what you wish… My King,” Sansa said subserviently.
Harry blinked and the sudden title change. Also, at the sudden change in behavior with Sansa. Her icy gaze and stubborn defiance had disappeared. Harry would have been confused if she hadn’t been greedily sneaking glances at his balls. Still, it would be wrong to give Sansa his seed when Daenerys was the one that worked hard to draw it out.
So that’s exactly what Harry planned to do.
Since his hand was still filled with Sansa’s firm arse, a slight change in the grip was all that was needed to plunge a couple fingers into her sopping cunt. Harry was pleasantly surprised that Sansa was more than ready to take his cock as deep as needed.
“Fuck!” Harry hunched over a little when Daenerys sheathed his entire cock inner throat and stuck her tongue out to lap at his full balls. It was like she knew what Harry was planning and was doing everything possible to change his mind. It wouldn’t work.
Harry felt this was an excellent time to show it was good to flatter him. That type of behavior would be rewarded, with the reward this time being his seed. Daenerys did well by throating his cock, but Sansa topped her by truly being submissive and accepting whatever Harry wanted. Or something like that. He just wanted to pump his cum into Sansa while Daenerys watched with envy.
Harry grabbed Daenerys by the hair and pulled his cock out of her throat with a sloppy schlick. He roughly pulled Sansa in front of him and bent her over, making her stomach rest on Daenerys’s head before grabbing the binding holding her arms together.
With a brutal thrust and a harsh grip pulling Sansa backward, Harry’s cock speared the redhead’s cunt and split it apart until the tip banged off her cervix. A spray of clear fluid exploded out of Sansa’s pussy to douse Daenerys, making the Targaryen sputter as her face was downed in Sansa’s orgasm.
“AAAHHHHH!”
Sansa screamed as she finally felt the pleasure of the orgasm hit her as Harry ruthlessly fucked her cunt without mercy. She didn’t know how often her cunt was wracked with orgasms, but by the time Harry’s thrust became shorter and rougher, Sansa was almost fucked out of her mind.
“Fuck, here it comes! Take my seed, Sansa!”
Sansa mewled weakly as Harry pounded his cock deep inside her cunt and kept the tip of his manhood against her cervix. When the first shot of cum rocketed out of his cock, Sansa’s womb received every bit of that shot before it was quickly overwhelmed by the following bursts.
Daenerys had a close-up view of what was happening. She could see Harry’s balls contract to pump its precious seed into the Stark’s cunt, filling her womb to the limit before the excess started leaking out of her filled cunt. Daenerys was tempted to get a taste of what might be the seed that could fill her womb with life, but before she could make a move, Sansa was pulled up by Harry.
He looked over the exhausted redhead’s shoulder, right into her purple eyes, and said, “You’re next.”