Hadrian Snow
The maiden on her knees before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in both this life and the last. And that beauty only seemed to ripen and become bolder with age, not diminishing in the slightest.
He was sure Ashara Dayne looked thin and sculpted when she was younger, like one of those statues of the Maiden herself. But like all women, she had aged, breasts and hips swelling as the years went by, ass thickening to the point it bounced and rippled with the slightest of movements. Similar to Arianne’s own buxom form, only that the Martell Princess had curves in her younger years, whereas Ashara gained them with age.
Her tits were teardropped shaped and huge, big enough to overflow his palms, along with those violet eyes and long dark hair that flowed over tanned Dornish skin. No outfit could hide such a divine body, and it didn’t take long for Harry to practically drag her into bed after her arrival.
It had been a while since he last saw her, forced to leave her behind at Harrenhal with the others as he headed south. But being a noblewoman afforded Ashara quite a few luxuries, as she was able to round up enough men-at-arms to get escorted south through the Reach safely to Oldtown. And she wasn’t alone in her journey, bringing more Northmen to serve him, along with the Red Priestess, Kinvara, who traveled at her side.
And that led to where he was now, high up in the Hightower, belly full of wine and the most beautiful woman in the realm sucking his cock.
“Fuck…” Harry let out as Ashara’s tongue swirled around his girth, her palms carefully threading underneath to massage his heavy sack, finger grazing each individual orb.
Despite becoming the new ruler of Oldtown, and taking up the duties that came with it, his women still found the time to try and drain him dry. But he had to thank his uncontested virility for never being fully satisfied, finding that his balls were always heavy and full of seed. No matter how many times he folded Margaery in half and fucked her raw, pounded Arianne’s big bum, or fucked Val against a wall, he always found himself ready for more.
Maybe it was genes, or perhaps it was a blessing he received with getting a second chance at life? Or maybe a gift he could thank R’hllor for? Either way, Harry had better things to focus on at that moment.
His fingers threaded into Ashara’s thick dark hair, looking down to into her beautiful violet eyes as she rhythmically moved up and down his shaft. The woman was an expert at sucking cock, and he didn’t care if it was from experience or from her inherited Dornish genes.
GLURK GLURK GLURK
He felt himself swell in size, balls thrumming as his load finally came. She pulled back expertly then, lollipopping his cockhead as her hands wrapped around his exposed and glistening shaft. Dainty fingers ran up and down his cock in a teasing manner as his manhood lurched, veins pumping hard and seed spilling forth.
Harry threw his head back and groaned, pumping massive load after load of thick cum into her waiting mouth as she greedily gulped it down. He looked down once it came to an end, watching Ashara open her mouth to show it was full of his thick white seed before she gave him a seductive wink and swallowed it all.
“That was fun.” She grinned up at him, seemingly knowing the exactly effect she was having on him in that moment. “But how about we try something else?”
She moved across the room to an open balcony, hundreds of feet up in the air and looking down onto the city below in the night. She leaned over it, full ass sticking out and shaking slightly for his viewing pleasure.
The Lady of Starfall looked behind her into his eyes then, carefully pushing a loose lock of hair behind her ear as she gestured him forth. Harry knew exactly what she wanted then, his cock angrily twitching to life and becoming so hard that it hurt.
He came up behind her, massive length coming to land on her exposed back with a plop that made her stiffen. Hips moving backwards, he dragged his cock between her two cheeks before letting it drop and lining it up with her core. She was wet and gushing feminine arousal, and Harry grinned before pushing in.
“Gah!” Ashara jerked slightly as he pushed in harder than she expected, yet still so much of his length was left outside of her. Harry gripped her thick hips, staring down at the tantalizing sight of her beautiful body as he entered her.
The moans and gasps she produced only made the experience more extraordinary, and things became a blur as he was gently pushing more and more of himself inside until he was outright thrusting.
Soon Ashara wasn’t moaning only for his ears, but screaming for more and sounding like an animal as she lost control. Between her loud cries and the clapping of skin, he was sure that someone would hear them.
“F-Fuck! So good! More! Fuck me hard and make me yours!” She yelled from the balcony out over the city below. “I’m yours! My body, my cunt, it all yours to ruin with your cock!”
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
“By the gods!” His arms burned as he slammed her up and down his cock, only his grip ensuring she wouldn’t plummet off the balcony and onto the streets below.
He was sure if it was daytime, the smallfolk would be looking up at the howling and moaning mess that was Lady Ashara Dayne. The men would probably relive themselves dry at the sight, and the whores would burn with jealousy at her busty visage. But Lady Dayne was his to fuck, and he would enjoy fucking her in this tower for years to come.
Her walls squeezed around him particularly tight in that moment, each thrust gaining a loud squelch sound as her fluids dripped down onto the stonework. But he was soon distracted by the view of her clapping and jiggling ass as he pounded against it.
“P-Please Harry…” A gasping moan came from Ashara’s lips, her limbs becoming weak. “C-Can’t take much more… Y-Your whore is reaching her limit…”
He nodded and fucked her even harder, balls thrumming and girth pulsing before he pulled her back flat against his chest. His arms held her from her thighs as he folded Ashara in half against his chest, greedy palms moving up to grope those big tits.
Her hair was against his chin as she gave a shuddering gasp, his cock pointed straight upwards and impaled deep into her waiting pussy as he pumped her full. Each glob of thick cum elicited its own moan and cry from Ashara’s lips, her own miniature orgasms racking through her before he finally finished.
He pulled out roughly, letting a mess of arousal and seed gush out of her gaping core and down onto the floor below before he finally moved over and sat her on the bed.
Harry sat alongside her, manhood still hard and pulsing, before a new voice made him look up.
“My Lord is still hard and filled with lust, even after taking one of the most beautiful maidens of the realm.” Kinvara said, walking naked towards him with only her ruby choker still on. “As expected by the one favored by R’hllor.”
“I wouldn’t put it that way, but sure.” He watched as the Red Priestess sat on his lap, his length brushing against her puffy lips.
Soon, an exhausted and asleep Ashara Dayne lay on the bed behind them as Kinvara rode his cock. Until, she too, was left unable to continue. Only then did Harry let himself drift off to sleep with both dark-haired maidens at his sides.
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Malora Hightower
“Please, my Lady, I knew your father well, and must ask for you assistance in this delicate matter.”
She didn’t know what went down in that terrible room beneath her family’s lighthouse, nor was she keen on finding out. It had been only a fortnight since Hadrian Snow - or Harry, as he liked to be called - descended the black stairwell down. A small earthquake rocked Oldtown not long after, followed by a blinding light that emanated from the heavens and descended down to the light atop their keep.
After that, Harry emerged, albeit roughed up and clearly irritated about something. Malora knew well enough not to ask for details about whatever horrors he endured and overcame, and the fact he bested whatever creature saw her father laid low said a lot about his ability.
One thing was for sure in the aftermath of the incident, being that the flame atop the Hightower blazed brighter than ever. Somehow, the magic in her family’s keep was related to the incident, but she barely had time to process it all before other matter sprung up that demanded her attention.
Her father, Lord Leyton Hightower, died not long after, and with it came a quick transition of power she was hopeless to resist. The city’s various factions and men-at-arms needed someone strong to look to as war raged outside the walls, and Malora being born a woman made her unsuitable in the eyes of many.
Harry took command, getting no complaints from her, as she already agreed to the generous offer he made her. She could still live in the Hightower as she used to, but the Northman would be her Lord from now on.
She had thought the chaotic events in her life were over then, that things wouldn’t get stranger, but Malora had been very wrong. She told herself that first day, his descent to the base of the Hightower would be the weirdest, a tale fit for mummers, but things only got stranger from there.
Red Priests of all people began flocking to Oldtown, following visions from their god, along with word of the blazing Hightower being spread far and wide. They had already begun to cause quite some mischief in the city, setting up septs of their own and making the faith angry.
Then came Kinvara, a highly ranked Red Priestess from Volantis, and apparently a confidant of Harry’s. Always at his side in court, something that made the septons uneasy, not to mention she was one of the most beautiful women Malora had ever seen.
But beautiful women almost seemed to be a constant when Harry was around. The Red Priestess wasn’t alone when she arrived, coming with Ashara Dayne of all people.
Kinvara, Ashara Dayne, Arianne Martell, Margaery Tyrell, along with a warrior woman named Val, Malora genuinely wondered how the bastard was able to worm his way into the hearts of so many beautiful Ladies.
However, judging by the loud feminine screams of pleasure she sometimes heard from high up in the keep, she was beginning to get an idea.
It was the other night she saw Lady Dayne naked and hanging over a balcony several floors above her in the Hightower, tits exposed to the wind and swinging beneath her as a man thrusted harshly from behind. Malora couldn’t see the male figure, but could hear the impact of flesh, the distinguishable sound of a woman being pounded by cock.
Ashara Dayne had screamed out into the open air and down onto the city below as Harry fucked her, his hands clearly holding her hips while her front half dangled over the balustrade.
She could be seen by anyone! She remembered herself panicking at the sight, before realizing that was probably what the Dornishwoman wanted. They probably got off on that thing in Dorne, having smallfolk watch as they got fucked.
More embarrassingly, she remembered her own body’s reaction to the sight. Ashara Dayne was one of the most beautiful women in Westeros after all, and seeing her in such a state would affect even Malora.
Days after the incident - even now! - she still found herself thinking about it. As Malora let out a light cough as tried to cease blushing as she forced herself to focus back on the conversation at hand. “Beyond speaking to Lord Harry, I am afraid there is not much I can do, Septon. Perhaps you have suggestions of your own?”
“The others in my commune want the fanatics out, my Lady.” Septon Bernard stated. “These heath- foreigners and their god need to leave!”
“But there are already so many here, and more coming in by the day. Surely you see that would be difficult to accomplish?”
The man puffed up imperiously. “The Starry Sept is the most important sept in the world after the Sept of Baelor, and it behooves its overseeing Lord to recognize its importance!”
“Indeed it does! ” The Septon’s words were said loudly, and Harry must have heard, as he interjected from his place upon the Lord’s throne. Septon Bernard blanched, and looked over at Hadrian Snow before their new Lord gestured him over. “You may approach, Septon.”
Septon Bernard did so, his proud stature forgotten in the shadow of what was once the Hightower throne, sat upon by a bastard of the North. At his sides sat his closest confidants, some of the most influential Ladies in the Realm. Namely Arianne Martell, his betrothed, alongside Margaery Tyrell and Ashara Dayne who almost seemed to act as the Dornish Princess’s handmaidens. And, of course, there was the Red Priestess standing quietly by the room’s side, Kinvara of Volantis.
“M-My Lord…” The Septon stammered out, his eyes darting nervously to the influential Red Priestess and then back to Harry as he wet his lips. “The faith are nervous over the influx of followers of the Red god, and-”
He held up a hand, and the man immediately stopped. “I agree, and I admit to having my own worries as well.”
“Y-You do?” The Septon’s eyes widened, gaze darting to the Red Priestess and then back to him in disbelief.
“Yes, these followers of R’hllor are troublesome, especially when so many are coming from the free cities, and are not familiar with our customs and laws.” Harry stated. “As such, I will deny the entry of all followers of the Lord of Light into this city. The only exception will be those who pay a toll of ten gold dragons, shall be allowed past the harbor and gates. Sadly, as for those who are already here, I can hardly start a citywide search to drive them out.”
He finished with a somewhat regretful look, but Septon Bernard seemed more than happy. The man probably didn’t expect much, if anything, from attending court, yet had got more than he wished for. “You need not do more, my Lord. You have been more than generous!”
“Of course.” Harry only nodded, as the man moved away, as more smallfolk, merchants, guards, and other Lords came forth to voice their own grievances in court and petition their new Lord.
He handled them all well, almost expertly so in Malora’s mind, being more generous than most Lords. It was a time of war after all, and he was their new Lord who had all but extinguished House Hightower. That meant he had to ingratiate himself to the people, and it seemed Harry had chosen appeasement rather than force to cement his popularity.
The last to approach was a Archmaester from the citadel, leaning on his staff and his chain heavy with many links. The old Maester bowed, two novices at his sides doing the same.
“Archmaester Marwyn, a pleasure to see you once again.” Harry greeted.
“Thank you, my Lord.”
“Tell me, is all well at the Citadel since I last visited? I know that my last trip over caused quite the ruckus for your fellow Archmaesters.”
Malora could only keep track of so many things at once, but did know of Harry’s strange interest in the Citadel. He had apparently stormed the place with several hundred men if the rumors were true, slaying several Maesters and taking a few prisoner in the aftermath.
Yet the whole situation was being kept quiet, with neither Lord Harry or any of the Maesters making any noise about it. She expected the learned men to be outraged, but instead they seemed suspiciously set on keeping their silence.
“Everything is perfect at the Citadel, my Lord.” Archmaester Marwyn smiled, clearly not upset in the least, which she found odd. “The knowledge you gifted us has been very helpful to many of my fellow Maesters, as well as to my own endeavors. Please tell me, could you perhaps share where you came across this printing press you spoke of? I find it to be quite the remarkable invention.”
“Perhaps another time, Archmaester.” He smiled slightly, almost as if remembering an inside joke.
Meanwhile Malora’s mind spun through details. Did he bribe the Maesters with knowledge to gain their allegiance? It was a possibility, and further proved that Harry had been able to solidify his rule in her family’s former seat of power.
First had been the Septon of the Starry Sept, and now the this Maester from the Citadel. He had somehow gotten both of them onto his side, or at least been cordial with them, despite the situation practically demanding they be enemies. If anything, this Archmaester seems to be in his pocket.
Marwyn coughed. “Of course, and I have brought some of my brightest students, as you requested I do. First, I would like to introduce Samwell Tarly, member of the Night’s Watch who-”
A fat boy stepped forward, being the oaf offspring of Randyll Tarly who was sent to the Wall. He sweated profusely at the sight of the man who slew his father, bowing awkwardly.
“The Night’s Watch?” Harry interrupted, making the boy stiffen. “You don’t know my cousin, Jon, by chance?”
“I-I do, my Lord.” Samwell Tarly stuttered out in surprise. “We were both new recruits, and swore our oaths together. He’s a good friend of mine, and voiced his support for me to travel south to the Citadel after Maester Aemon died.”
“Aemon finally passed then?” Clearly he knew who this ‘ Maester Aemon’ was. “A shame, as I spoke to him on several occasions on my past journeys.”
“Y-You did?” Samwell seemed shocked to hear that.
“Indeed, and I am sure you can tell me more about things at the Wall when we eventually speak later.”
The next novice to step forth was clearly from Dorne, and Malora barely had time to study them before a shout interrupted her thoughts.
“Sarella?!” Arianne asked aloud, staring at the boy incredulously.
The boy smirked for but a moment before bowing. “I am sorry, Princess, but my name is Alleras of the Sand.”
Arianne Martell stared at the boy for a long moment before she too smirked, as if recognizing an inside joke. “Of course, my apologies. You simply looked like someone I know.”
“Hm, I guess all bastards from Dorne must look alike in your eyes.” Margaery japed.
Her cheeks turned slightly pink. “I simply mistook her- him, for someone else. That is all.”
Harry let out an amused snort, nodding at Maester Marwyn and agreeing to meet with the man in a private setting to discuss more later.
“Before we finish today, there is one final announcement that I wish to make.” Harry said at last, with no more courtiers coming forth. “I have received recognition from the Crown, under King Tommen Baratheon, and been granted nobility. As is no surprise, his Grace has seen fit to reward this city and all that fell under House Hightower’s purview to myself. As such, I will be taking a family name and forming a House of my own. I can hardly keep the common name of Snow, after all.”
The last bit got quite a few laughs, and even Malora felt her own lips quirk upwards. At his side, Arianne Martell looked particularly interested at what his next words would be.
Harry only grinned. “My House will bare the name of Potter, and henceforth I will be Harry of House Potter, Lord of Oldtown and successor of House Hightower.”
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18