Hadrian Snow
"Ascendio."
The spell launched him upwards and clear across the rampart, over the pit below and into the secluded part of the Red Keep. Luckily, he had already made sure there were no potential onlookers around, which was hard to do when the entire castle was on high alert for intruders.
He sailed through one of the open windows in Maegor's holdfast, stumbling to an unsteady stop as he landed inside the royal family's private residence. This part of the Red Keep was locked down and heavily guarded to prevent any intruders, but they could hardly stop someone with magic like him.
It was all the Queen's doing, as Cersei Lannister had practically barricaded herself and King Tommen in here. The woman had enough sway over the Lannister men-at-arms present to pull it off, along with loyal servants and handmaidens taking her coin that would follow her commands. That wasn't to mention the Kingsguard whose job it was to guard the King, with said young king being under her sway.
But then came Jocelyn's visit, which he figured was Cersei going out of her way to get an audience with him. He could guess she wanted to influence him, perhaps try and win him over to her side, or maybe even reward him. There was also the possibility of her wanting sex, as Jocelyn had been too embarrassed to say it aloud, but he could tell the Queen was a thirsty woman for cock.
His trousers got noticeably tighter at the thought of the beautiful Queen. The woman was a scheming harpy, that much anyone with half a brain could deduce, yet he couldn't dismiss the way his cock desired her. One of the most beautiful women of the realm, even in her older age, with significant power and influence over the King. No, it more accurate to say the woman completely controlled Tommen.
What had felt like a long time ago, Harry had schemed with Margaery and Arianne on how to influence Joffrey. One of the problems had been how to bring Cersei to their 'side', so to speak, and then it all became a waste of time as the King and Prince died and the realm was plunged into war.
So much scheming and chaos… The thought made him sigh, and for a brief moment Harry wished he could go back to his old way of life up North. Back when he used to ride and explore the vast forests, mountains, and fields that made up northern Westeros. He had little to no social life back then, only seldomly visiting settlements and keeps of fellow Lords before he ran into Val that fateful day.
He reminisced about it all as he made his way through the grandiose halls, finding the decorations and finery to somehow be even more ostentatious in this part of the keep. Maegor's Holdfast was the residence of the King and Queen after all, and was where the crown's exorbitant wealth was purposely put on display.
He ascended higher, dodging and slipping past whatever guards he came across with the use of his magic. Luckily, few of them were on the higher levels, with most concentrated at the base of the keep and protecting the main entrance.
It was soon that he came upon the innermost Royal apartments, quietly moving down a hall until he arrived at the door to the Queen's bedroom. Harry opened the door, and stepped inside to find a scene that made his cock swell with blood.
The blonde and beautiful Queen was naked, along with her darker-skinned handmaiden who was also bare. They were pleasuring each other, rubbing against one-another's sex while their lips and breasts met. He watched it all in silence, deciding to enjoy the view before he made his presence known.
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Cersei Lannister
Boredom was not something Cersei would say she was accustomed to.
An overweight, bumbling fool he might have been, but at least Robert Baratheon spared no expense when it came to entertainment. The beginning of the Baratheon dynasty had brought with it the constant delivery of luxury goods from across the realm to the Red Keep. Ceaseless feasts and tourneys that Robert loved so much, allowing her to show off her beauty and expensive finery to the rest of the realm.
Now the days were filled with fear and dread. No tourneys or feasts were to be had when food was scarce and gold was needed for war. They were trapped in a city under siege, reeling at the sudden betrayal from those traitors who clamored for her son's birthright.
The death of her son, Joffrey, along with Robert - not that she cared about her husband - had weighed heavily on her. Those hours after their deaths and the days since had been some of her worst, made only tolerable by wine and the confidence that Tywin and Jaime would crush the foolish traitors.
But it would not be quick, as her family and their bannermen were far off in the Riverlands and Reach fighting. Few surrounded her that were loyal, and her position was made even more precarious than before. Notably among them was Ned Stark, as she allowed the foolish Northman to remain as Hand. She might dislike the Lord of Winterfell, but his honor wouldn't see him betraying her without sufficient warning.
But threats still remained, and so Cersei had done the only sensible thing, retreating into the depths of the Red Keep inside Maegor's Holdfast with only her most loyal Red Cloaks and Kingsguard for company.
She had everything one could need. Wine, constant reports about the war's progress, handmaidens for company, and complete control over Tommen's actions. But it was all growing dull, and that dullness led to her seeing shadows where there were none.
Already, she had ordered the secret passages within the keep scoured for intruders, and even sent men into the city to kill some of those whores who Robert used to fuck. Ned Stark hadn't been happy about that when he found out, but what could he do?
But all of it wasn't enough, and soon she found other ways to entertain herself. Namely, the pleasures of the flesh, as she played and fucked with her handmaidens. Taena was a near constant companion in her bed, and even Jocelyn had come to partake in their fun.
Barely a day went by when a woman's fingers or tongue wasn't buried in her cunt, pleasure coursing through her core. But like always, Cersei desired more, and had begun to search for a rugged knight to use for her pleasure. And then had come that northern bastard who had resisted her advances for so long.
Hadrian Snow, a strong and rugged man from the north, more powerful than the Mountain, and with the mysterious magic so many whispered about. Even Cersei didn't know if the tales of his magic were all mummery.
She had sent the foolish Jocelyn Swyft to seek him out, knowing it was a tall order for the girl who possessed little wits. Her handmaiden had returned blushing and claiming success, yet the Stark bastard had not shown.
Where is he? She felt irritation swell as Myrishwoman pressed her tongue deeper, wishing it was replaced with a northern cock. "Just where is that bastard?"
"He's right here, your Grace."
She gave a slight yell of surprise as Taena fell away with her juices coating her lips. A look upwards showed Harry Snow standing by the entrance to her bedchambers, eyeing the sight of them with lust clear in his eyes.
"Y-You…" She stuttered, wondering just how he had arrived without her knowing. Guards or servants should have alerted her as soon as he passed the main gate. And then there was the fact he had watched them in the midst of their passions.
He knelt then, outline of his straining hard cock clear against his trousers, and looked up with an insolent grin. "I am here as you requested, your Grace."
Bastard. She fumed internally as heat rose in her cheeks. "I-I see, you may rise."
He stood, uncaring at the tenting of his trousers while Taena scrambled away. Cersei tried to cover her modesty with the nearby sheets, but it did little to help. Already he had seen everything she had to offer, and clearly he liked it based on the massive impression of his cock.
He advanced then, walking forward with confident strides as he came nearer. It was like he was a hunter, and her the prey. As if he could hardly care that she was queen, moving without her permission into her vicinity. "W-What are you doing?"
"I have come to service you, your Grace." He easily replied, coming to loom her over as she sat upon the bed. "I have ever been your loyal servant, have I not?"
That is true. Even if he enjoyed the company of the Dornish Princess, and the Tyrell whore, he had done much in service to the crown. Just him risking his life to sneak past Renly's army with a thousand men to get to the capital had done much to raise her spirits, not to mention the tales of his valor in the battle on the shores of the God's Eye.
She had laughed in delight at the news of Renly's defeat, even more so that it was Robb Stark and the bastard in front of her who had caused it. Killing Randyll Tarly and Loras Tyrell were major blows to Renly Baratheon, and arriving to reinforce King's Landing afterwards had raised raised the city's morale even higher.
"I thought I would be alone and stranded in this city." She began. "My father, even my beloved brother, are not coming. They have both failed, while you have succeeded in besting my enemies."
Her father had been nearly laid low by Renly Baratheon's ambush, and Jaime was far out west, hiding behind the walls of Crakehall. They were all alone, and many whispered that Renly would soon tire of fighting her father and turn his full might on breaking the city's walls.
"And yet I came, your Grace." He stated arrogantly. "Come to assure my beautiful Queen that she is protected and that I will personally smite down her enemies."
The words were mocking, but they did assuage some of her worries. "So you remain loyal to me then?"
"Indeed, for I have always been loyal to you, your Grace." He smirked deviously, ravenous eyes ogling her body in a way that made her blush.
"Then kneel between my legs and put that insolent tongue to good use, bastard." Cersei demanded.
"As you request, your Grace."
He knelt between her legs as she smirked, feeling powerful. To have such a strong man between her legs was a symbol of her might, as not even Ned Stark's most trusted man could resist her—
"Gah!" She threw her head back as her core suddenly twisted and clenched, wetness pouring between her legs. He was even more skilled then she imagined, and had to wonder if it was his magic that allowed his tongue to vibrate to such a degree. "B-BY THE GODS!"
She fell flat to the bed in a trembling mess, her vision white from the overloading pleasure as she breathed heavily.
By the time her wits returned, the bastard was positioning her legs so they went over his shoulders. His cock was out, and it was massive, bigger than anything Cersei could've imagined. So much so that it took her breath away, as her core only got wetter at the thought of taking such a large beast.
The Northern brute seemingly cared less that she was a Queen, pushing his monster against her dripping entrance before ramming himself inside. Her back arched, mouth opening in a soundless scream as she was spread wide.
Cersei panted and moaned like a whore, feeling him push himself deeper and deeper as he delved into unexplored depths. A feeling could be felt then, as she looked down to see his hands on her breasts, squeezing them without care.
"These are nice." The look in Harry's eyes terrified her. It was the look of a man who could completely ravage her if he so chose, but instead held back that savage instinct. She shivered, wondering if he really was holding back despite taking her so brutally.
"Y-You… You brute!" She panted as the bastard pawed at her tits.
Her core only gushed harder, knowing that royalty like her was being fucked by the Stark bastard. And as if to add insult, he was also treating her like a whore, grabbing and feeling the Royal tits like they were his personal playthings.
But Cersei had no time to let her anger get the best of her, as his cock was soon sawing in and out of her cunt. It felt like he was breaking her in half, slamming something so oversized into her over and over.
She had to wonder how that Dornish whore of his took this cock, before figuring that her hole was already agape from the cocks she had taken back in Dorne. Cersei laughed at that idea, but that laugh turned into a gasp as she felt him hit a certain spot in her pussy that made her walls clench in rapture.
"M-Mother have mercy…" Her whole body shook at the force of her orgasm.
More. She wanted more. She wanted this bastard to take her completely, to be a slave to his cock for the rest of her days. No wonder that Dornish Princess and Tyrell whore fell for this!
She was stuffed with cock, so much of it that it felt like it would come out her throat. He flipped her over then, putting the Queen on her hands and knees as he took her. She moaned and wailed in pleasure, as her ass clapped against his muscular thighs relentlessly.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
"Fuck! Please! More! I need this cock!" She yelled deliriously in pleasure.
"Fuck, you're such a whore." He growled, and Cersei didn't even get mad at being called such a thing.
Another orgasm ripped through her, then one after that. She came and came, her body quivering and sweating in pleasure. All the while his cock plundered her depths, molding her insides to fit its shape as it rammed against her womb.
"I'm going to cum." Harry finally said gutturally.
"In me!" She yelled instantly.
Moon tea would solve any problems. Or maybe not. Maybe Cersei would let his seed grow so she could shit out some black-haired green-eyed Stark bastards. Father would be furious, but what could he do?
She screamed as his manhood thickened right as she came, expelling an immeasurable load deep into her depths. He pulled out of her midway through it, spraying seed all over her conquered form. Cersei could do nothing but lay still on the bed and take it, too tired to do anything but watch.
A look to the side showed Taena watching them with her fingers buried in her gushing cunt, biting her lip all the while. That bitch, she watched this whole time?
It seemed that Harry also noticed her, as soon he was upon the Myrishwoman and bending her over the open window before taking her. Cersei watched as he fucked her Handmaiden before leaving the woman a heap on the floor, returning to her bed to take her once again. His cock was still hard all the while, balls heavy with seed and ready to release another load into Cersei's stuffed cunt.
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Hadrian Snow
Things became quiet as the days went by, as the war seemed to enter a stalemate. There was one big question on everyone's mind, one the small council argued about and strategists pondered over endlessly.
What came next?
Ravens and news from the war were pouring in by the day, giving them a depressing picture of what was happening. Both sides were at an impasse, with Renly refusing to give battle, and Tywin Lannister wary about rushing ahead after his recent defeat.
Minor skirmishes still occurred, as patrols and smaller advance units ran into one another. It seemed that Renly was struggling to decide on his next course of action, and that his Lords were wary about partaking in a large battle like the one at the God's Eye.
At the same time, Ned and the small council members were trying to figure out what their own move could be. They needed to apply more pressure on Renly, but the problem was how to go about doing that.
And so Harry began looking for alternate ways to fight this war, and eventually an unexpected solution came to him from his past life. He had taken Divination at Hogwarts, and excelled in it, even if most of the class was useless.
Seeing the future was difficult, but there were a multitude of ways to go about doing it. And so he went about concocting a ritual to try and get information to help. It was a crummy divination method that he used, leaned from a class Harry had foolishly taken in his previous life when he attended Hogwarts.
As part of the ritual, he sacrificed his invisibility cloak, as it held significant value. It wasn't the same quality as the one in his last life, being shit in comparison, but it had still taken him a while to construct it. And it was that sense of importance upon the object that powered the ritual, as sacrifice was needed to make rituals work.
Perhaps it was foolish to go about trying this, but he needed clues on how to act, what to do next, and was desperate for anything at this point.
He sat naked and alone in a secluded room, surrounded by runes in a circle. Funneling his magic into the ritual circle, his invisibility cloak went up in flames, as his eyes rolled up into his skull while his body shook from pain.
He was in the dining room of the tower of the Hand, sitting with Ned when they broke their fast.
That was when they both began choking, violently coughing up blood as their faces reddened.
Guards and servants yelled in fright, trying to attend to the Hand of the King as Ned fell to the floor beside him.
Harry had fallen to his knees as well, but managed to drag himself up to the table. He reached out to grab the cup that he had drunk from, and muttered a spell similar to Revelio, specifically reserved typically for potions. The cup flashed red in his grasp, and a hoarse mutter left his mouth before he fell dead.
He woke back up with a gasp, his body caked in sweat as his limbs struggled to move. The vision the ritual bestowed upon him was short and unspecific, but he got just enough out of it to understand what was happening.
Poison.
Both him and Ned would be poisoned in the near future, but by who? The vision didn't show that much detail, only that they had been slipped poison through their drinks.
Check everything before you drink it. He decided immediately. Ned too.
A laugh left his lips then as he realized that just like in his previous life, he had used divination to predict his own death.