16

Dinner that night was a morose and silent affair. It seemed that they finally came to the same conclusion that he did. Soon the citizens of King's Landing would revolt if things didn't change fast. If that wasn't enough to get them thinking, the fact that the vegetables on their plate that night weren't particularly fresh was. As it turned out, a merchant ship that was supposed to bring in a fresh load of fruits and vegetables was sunk right off the coast by one of Stannis Baratheon's warships. Now that they would have to suffer, suddenly everything was becoming very real.

His father knew what it was like to go without. He had been in custody for a decent amount of time and wasn't treated as well as Harry would have liked. Tywin knew as well. While he personally had never suffered greatly, he was old enough to have seen his men suffer from the consequences of war. Cersei had never experienced this type of thing, and she wasn't taking it kindly.

Everyone finished their meals faster than normal with very little chatter. Through the open window, they could still hear that the city was livelier than normal. Shouts and screams echoed through the lanes and alleys of the wretched city, keeping Cersei and her children on edge. The one bright spot of the evening was that Joffrey was still sick, and Harry didn't have to deal with his stupidity. After dinner, each excused themselves without saying much else. Harry went back to his room and took a bath, scrubbing off the stink of the city from his earlier journey through it. Not bothering with clothes since the night was warm, he climbed into bed and picked up a stack of papers that he had retrieved from Missandei earlier in the day. Work stopped for no one … not even him. He was just going over crop yields when the door opened up. He was unsurprised to see his Aunt Cersei come through the door. She was the only one who never knocked. He watched as she walked over to him. Stopping by the side of the bed, she eyed his shirtless upper body before letting them travel downward. His lower half was covered by very expensive silk sheets made in Myr. He brought luxury with him no matter where he went.

"I need to speak with you," she said, standing there in her red and gold dress that bared some of her shoulders and a little bit of cleavage.

"I can see that," he told her, setting his reports on the bedside table. "What about?"

"The situation we find ourselves in," she said, looking him in the eyes. Harry gave her a slight smile.

"I am not in any situation. I will leave in a few weeks and go home to my beautiful castle where my subjects kiss the ground I walk on," he replied truthfully. "You, on the other hand, are in a spot of trouble."

Cersei looked as if she wanted to slap him, which she probably did. However, she was smart enough to not give in to her desires. "So it would seem," she said with some reluctance.

"Did you speak with grandfather about getting you out of trouble?"

"I did." She gave a slight nod.

"And …?"

"He has not given me a straight answer," Cersei confessed.

"That's because there isn't a straight answer to give," Harry explained. "If he gives you the money, the Lannister family will be in serious financial trouble. Possibly too much trouble to get himself out of. But the loan from the Iron Bank is only half of the problem. You'd need much more gold to bring in enough food to quell the tempers of the city. You'd need more time as well. Sadly, time is running out," Harry said.

"If he doesn't give you the money, your family will probably lose their claim to the throne … but grandfather will likely survive along with the Lannister family. He's smart enough that he'll be able to work a deal with whoever sits on the throne next. He already did it once with Robert and the Targaryens."

"So father sees leaving us to be slaughtered as the lesser of two evils?" she asked, her hands clenched into fists. Harry nodded.

"Yes. And make no mistake, he will soon give you an excuse as to why he must leave. He'll claim to be going out to make a deal with the Tyrells or some other family. At that time, you and Joffrey will be on your own. I would not be surprised if he forces father back to the Rock."

"You're serious?" she asked, looking shocked by his candidness.

"It's what I would do in his position. I was also told by a certain spy of mine that the crew of grandfather's private ship has been staying close to the ship and keeping it stocked with enough food for a several-week journey … as if they are ready to leave at any time. Make of that what you will."

"I cannot believe this!" she hissed, sitting down next to him on the edge of his bed.

"Why not? He has always been ruthless. It fits his personality perfectly," Harry chuckled. She sighed.

"And what are we to do? Cower in our castle until the mob batters down the door?" she asked. Harry shrugged.

"Cut grandfather off at the knees. Make your own deals. Contrary to what he believes, he doesn't rule Westeros. No matter how much gold he is owed."

Cersei thought about it for a moment. She wanted to ask him to burn their enemies with his dragon, but his dislike for Joffrey was well known by then. Tywin had also already explained that he refused to fight a war in Westeros. He had his own lands to worry about.

"So what we need is a mountain of gold and a lot of food," she said, sounding as if she was talking to herself. Cersei could be very cooperative when it came to saving her own neck. To be fair to the woman, she legitimately did love her children and wanted the best for them.

"To sum it up," Harry nodded. It wasn't long before she turned her sights on him again.

"I've heard rumors that you're doing well for yourself over in Essos. Are they true?"

"Most likely," he smiled cheekily.

"Then why not loan us the gold?" she said, clearly annoyed. Harry rolled his eyes.

"The Crown owes money to the Iron Bank, the Lannisters, the Faith, and the Tyrells. There are probably a few more that I don't know about. Loaning money to your son seems like a losing proposition if you ask me … and as I told Grandfather, I have my own kingdom to worry about."

Cersei snorted. "You keep saying you have a kingdom. How much of a kingdom could you possibly have?" She heard some rumors about his wealth, but she never believed some of the fancier stories.

"It's a work in progress," Harry smiled, placing his hands behind his head and threading his fingers together. "But I have more gold than I can spend in a thousand lifetimes. My coffers make the Lannisters look like beggars. I have an entire kingdom of fertile land that will soon be populated. My city is the cleanest and most beautiful that has ever existed, and everyone living there has full bellies. I provide food and lumber to most of Essos at this point. Even now, I'm stockpiling food for the coming winter," he smirked at her. "When winter hits, I'll still be growing so much food that every kingdom from the North to Asshai will be begging me for assistance. And they will receive it … for a price."

Cersei looked at him strangely while not saying anything. She was obviously mulling over his words. After about a minute, she straightened her shoulders and grabbed the sheet that was covering his body. Pulling it off of him, she exposed his nude body. Her eyes locked onto his semi-erected penis. She placed her soft hand on his thigh and sensually slid it up until her hand was gently fondling him. Harry didn't even try to stop her.

"What are you doing?" he asked as she used her thumb to rub his hardening shaft.

"You're no different than any other man. You think with your cock," she told him simply. He couldn't fault her logic. "You will be much more agreeable when your balls are empty," she said, cupping his sack with her other hand. Harry's breath hitched as she used her fingers to tickle his sack. That alone made his cock inflate to full hardness.

Harry, not content with a simple handjob, grabbed her underneath her armpits and pulled her on top of him. She squealed as she was manhandled. "What are you doing?" she hissed, this time asking him the question. He tilted his head up and nipped at her jawline and neck, making the woman gasp.

"You're asking a lot of me," Harry told her as his hands followed the sweet curves of her hips. "I expect a lot in return," he said with complete confidence. "I will pay off the loans to the bank and feed the people until the war is over … but in return, Myrcella and Tommen will be fostered with me at Seven Swords."

"Are you insane?!" she glared, not paying attention to the fact that he was groping her ass through her beautiful dress. "I will not send my children to that wretched continent! Who knows what will become of them?" Harry smirked.

"You are correct. That's why you will come with them. Myrcella will need you to teach her about being a noblewoman in this world." He had no one to teach her about that kind of stuff. Melisandre was definitely a no-go, and Missandei had been a slave all her life.

She opened her mouth to insult him some more, but instead, he pulled her face down and kissed her more passionately than anyone ever had. As his tongue played with hers, she felt an intense pleasure pooling in her lower belly. She couldn't stop herself from grinding against him. Cersei didn't even rebuke him when he bunched the bottom of her dress up and over her ass. His hand moved underneath her underwear, and she gasped into his mouth when his fingers touched her trimmed mound. Sliding slowly through her pubic hair, they eventually hit her throbbing clit before moving onto her damp slit. "Believe this, Cersei … I will be using your body many times in the coming years," he told her with certainty. Her eyes fluttered when two of his fingers dipped inside of her. Her wet heat felt amazing.

"Yes …" she gasped. "I thought so. Even when you were young, you would fuck me with your eyes," she said conceitedly. "I can imagine that fucking a Queen will be your greatest accomplishment."

Harry pulled his hand from between her legs. He moved her body until she was sitting on her ankles with him behind her. He pulled the red velvet down over her shoulders. Lower it went until her bare breasts were exposed. Harry moved his hands around her belly and onto her tits. He felt their weight in his palms as he kneaded them. Cersei moaned and tilted her head back, resting the back of her head on his shoulder while he played with her tits. He gently caressed the soft skin of her breasts with the tip of his fingers. They traveled from the bottoms, around their sides, and into her cleavage. He could feel her body trembling under his touch. Capturing each of her crinkled pebbles between his fingers and thumbs, he slowly began to tweak them and felt them grow harder. "Remember this, Cersei …" he suddenly said, pinching her nipples roughly. She squealed as he pulled on them, both turning her on even more and hurting her at the same time. "I am King Harold, the Lion of Night, and the Dread Lord of Essos," he told her gruffly. He lifted her body up higher and roughly pulled her dress the rest of the way off her body. Soon after, her boots and underwear were carelessly tossed aside as well. "And you are Cersei Lannister … Queen of Nothing."

She didn't have time to respond when he pulled her body to him, spreading her legs, and shoving his monstrously large cock into her sloppy wet folds. Harry watched her back arch as the tip of his cock hit her g-spot. He was using his magic to fill her body with low levels of pleasure. Her folds were the wettest that he had ever had. His eyes feasted on her nude body. Cersei certainly was a pleasant sight to look at. Her body was curvy, yet still thin. She had a beautiful face with gorgeous green eyes. Her long, wavy hair was like spun gold, and her skin was wonderfully soft and smooth. Her breasts, while not overly large, were still more than a handful. Her tits were peaked by hard nipples that were light pink in color. As he pulled his hips back, Cersei shook her head and wrapped her toned legs around his waist, attempting to keep him deep inside of her.

Cersei was of two minds at that moment. For one, she wished to slip a knife into his belly for saying that she was the Queen of Nothing. Sadly, as much as she didn't want to admit it, he was right. She wasn't the Queen … only the mother of the Queen. All things considered, she had very little power in their negotiations. She was nervous … nervous that he was right. She was frightened that at any moment, the filth of the city would come beating down her door. Cersei could almost feel their dirty hands tearing off her dress to have their way with her. Then she thought about the same thing happening to her daughter. She obviously couldn't let that happen. Joffrey didn't seem to care one way or another, and her father was no help. What choice did she have?

Opening her mouth with her eyes wide, she let out a sound that wouldn't be out of place in one of the high-class brothels in the city. Her walls clutched his length as he pulled back. Her own body betrayed her, and her legs wrapped around his waist, desperate to keep him inside of her. The other part of her mind was telling her to go. Leave Westeros behind for the time being. If her nephew was as rich as he claimed, then she could work her womanly ways with him. Within no time, he would be under her spell. The fact that he had an absurdly big cock was only a bonus to her. Her hands gripped the bed sheets as she attempted to tear them with her fingernails. Her body was spasming out of control as pleasure shot up her spine. His father, Jaime, had never hit those spots in her body. But Harold, he was hitting them with every powerful thrust of his hips. She couldn't help but look into his lovely eyes as he fucked her. As much as she hated him for existing, she had to admit that he was a beautiful specimen. His body was muscled and perfect. Her fingers traced the corded muscles in his arms and shoulders as he molded her insides to fit his cock perfectly. When he leaned down and kissed her again, she didn't fight it. In fact, she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and kissed him as well. 'Perhaps going with him for a while will not be so bad,' she thought just before squeaking, as a series of mini orgasms rocked her lovely body. She could feel his body tense and thought that he was about to finish. Instead, he hooked his arms underneath the backs of her knees and folded her lower half upward.

Cersei cried out at the new position. The spongy head of his cock was now repeatedly hitting her g-spot like a battering ram. The best part was that he refused to take it easy on her. His hips never slowed, and he never tired. It was as if he were some demon sent from Beyond the Wall to destroy her womanhood. Her thick, shapely ass cheeks rippled from his downward thrusts as he fucked her like a ten-penny whore.

There was a part of her that had always lusted after the boy. His beauty was beyond measure, but it was more than that. Part of it was that he resembled his father, who she loved very much. Another part was that he was just so self-assured. He loved to push her buttons, and she couldn't help but take the bait. Whenever she was near him, she went out of her way to speak with him, even if only momentarily. She enjoyed their verbal sparring matches, and particularly the way he teased her in ways that could be mistaken for being sexual in nature. Even so, he was a bastard born from the betrayal of her one true love. She was forced to hate him. That was why she was so conflicted when her pussy clamped down tightly while her vision darkened. Her open mouth let out a pleasured squeal loud enough to wake the castle. Her body thrashed and bucked while the man above her pinned her down and continued to take pleasure from her cumming pussy.

"Enough!" she begged. Her ragged breathing and dimming vision were making her panic. She was about to pass out. "No more!" she choked out. The beast above her only cared for his own pleasure, however. He pushed all the way in and coated her insides with his thick cum. Even as she spasmed while suffering through multiple orgasms, the bastard continued to fill her with his bastardly seed. Cersei didn't know how long it had been, her head was fuzzy, and her body was buzzing with energy. She couldn't explain it, but she felt incredible. Harold let her legs go and rolled off of her. She groaned as his fat cock pulled free of her wet grasp. Laying at her side, he smiled happily as he pulled the sheet back up and covered his lower half.

"Not bad," he said as he grabbed his reports and began going through them. Cersei's used body still spasmed as her orgasms would occasionally flare up. She held up her hand to her face and looked at her fingertips. She rubbed them together and felt the wonderful tingle surge, making her pussy flutter again. Her entire body felt that way. She had more energy than she ever had. At that moment, she felt as if she could take on the world. Despite having all of this energy, her mind was tired from a long and stressful day. Her eyes blinked a few times, trying to get rid of her sleepiness, but she was unsuccessful. Unbeknownst to her, Harry worked his magic and cooled the room down significantly. Cersei shivered, thinking that a cold, sea-breeze was blowing in from off the coast. She scooted closer to him and curled up against him, moving her head underneath his arm. As his warmth surrounded her, she sighed contently and couldn't keep from falling asleep.