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James and Lily: a Westerosi Honeymoon (Ch.3)
🕑 Added 2021-11-17 20:06:38 +0000 UTCOnce again, chaotic energy of a broken time turner flung the Potters to another spot in the tapestry of time and space. And just like the last time, the vortex spat out James and Lily non too gently.
Lily was the first to bounce back on her feet, while James, exhausted after a long marathon sex with that insatiable little minx Daenys, chose to remain on the ground.
It seemed that whatever providence governed their travels had a thing for dreary islands. Lily found herself and James stranded on a black sand beach. Dull green seawater lapped at the sands and rocks, while tall jagged cliffs loomed over the shore.
Seagulls filled the air with their noxious screeches, but other than that, the area looked completely lifeless. Granted, if Lily strained her eyes, she thought she could see sheep grazing at the scarce patches of greenery far away. And if she listened, faint amidst the noise of crushing waves, she could hear distant roars.
"Well, that's one hell of a downgrade." Lily whistled as she gazed at the waves and the faraway horizon. "Wonder if Nymeria is somewhere nearby."
Unlikely. As much as she hoped, what were the odds of stumbling into a princess around here?
James seemed to be of like mind.
"Doubt that." Her husband snorted before standing up, his clothes already soaking wet and sullied with sand. "From what Daenys told us, she made it successfully to Westeros and settled in some place called 'Dorne'."
"This could be Dorn." Lily pointed out with a smile, enjoying the way water washed over feet. "For all you know we are a stone toss away from where Nymeria settled down."
James surveyed the beach and lands around it. He looks as unimpressed as Lily felt.
"I'd hope not." He said. "Nymeria doesn't belong in a cold damp place like this. Hopefully her people are somewhere nice. Where the sun shines year round and harvests are so bountiful, farmers don't have enough time to gather it all."
This time, the sound of a much louder roar reached the married pair.
James shook his head.
"It doesn't matter. Centuries passed between Nymeria and Daenys. Who knows how much time lies between us and her now?"
"It's possible…" Lily bit her lip, deep in thought and then started to carve lines into wet sand with her toe.
She was sure that to James, they had no meaning, but to Lily, who had spent several years in the Department Mysteries, they served as an important tool of calculation.
After several long moments of pondering, Lily sighed when a wave washed away her scribbles.
"Just because our first two journeys through time happened in a strictly straightforward manner," Lily looked at James. "Doesn't mean that all of our trips will be the same."
"Past, future...It's not our world, so it's all the same to me." James shrugged. "Speaking off, is there any way to stop the time-wanking altogether? Or better yet, how do we return home?"
Frustrated, Lily kicked sand, sending clumps of it into the sea.
"Honestly, no clue." She said, trying to once again go over everything she had learned in the Department of Mysteries. "There are some recorded instances of time turners and similar time-related artefacts breaking and affecting people, but none I can think of match our situation. Honestly, we are lucky to have become time-stream’s playthings, the alternatives are far worse.”
James frowned.
“How bad are we talking about?”
Lily got nauseous just thinking about it.
“Well, let’s just say, instead of talking to Nymeria, we could have been writhing on the floor of the Death Chamber, our bodies writhing in a loop of aging and de-aging with Death Eaters laughing above us.”
“I guess when put it that way….” Her husband trailed off, his eyes fixated on a faraway spot in the sky. “Hey, Lil’s, is it just me, or is there a bloody dragon flying towards us?”
Indeed there was a flying creature rapidly approaching their spot. As seconds ticked away, it grew from a faint blur, to a bird-like siluet, to a distinct shape of a flying, fire-breathing, magic powerhouse of a beast.
And unless all this time travel finally drove Lily to madness, there was a person riding it.
“Another Valyrian? Think they are as friendly as Daenys was?” Lily asked.
James jabbed her ribs with his wand. A moment later a layer of cool energy spread over all of Lily’s skin as her husband applied fire-protection charms.
“Best to be cautious just in case. I’d rather not bet our lives on the sanity of a dragon-rider.” He said, layering similar protections to himself.
Lily nodded and began adding spells and wards from her own repertoire. And not a moment too late, as just as she cast the last spell all hundred* tonnes of dragon flesh, bone and scale landed on the beach.
Saltwater and black sand flew everywhere, scattered by the beast’s enormous bulk and wings.
Lily stared in awe at the magnificent creature. She had never taken Care of Magical Beasts while in Hogwarts, but who could remain aloof at the sight of majesty and wonder of magic made flesh?
The dragon was large, its head bigger than some of the apartments Lily had rented. It’s bulk proved to be ill-suited to the location. Even when folded, one of the dragon’s wings scraped against the cold hard stone of the cliff, while the other had to suffer the chilly breeze and splashes of sea water.
And then the dragonrider stepped out from behind the beast’s body.
Out of the three women that James and her had known in this world, this one was perhaps the least beautiful. Hers was a severe kind of beauty, more suited to leading men, rather than charming court. The woman knew it too, if the ringmail she wore was any indication.
Still, she was not without her own appeal. Her face was clean of any blemishes and she possessed all the outstanding characteristics of Valyrian bloodlines: piercing purple eyes, gold-silver hair and ivory skin.
Not to mention the outstanding bust, made apparent even beneath the bulky mail. They rivaled even Lily’s own breasts in size, though she’ll have to wait and see if hers were as perky.
XxXxX
The valyrian woman stood in front of them, looking down on them like a predator. James didn’t fault her for the arrogance, god knows he himself had been a cocky bastard in his youth, and he hadn’t even had a dragon!
But, just because she had a magical weapon of mass destruction, didn’t mean that James would cower before her.
The one thing danger did achieve was excite James even more. A pretty woman who had a decent chance of killing him? A challenge to be overcome, if James had anything to say about it.
In some distant way, the dragon riding lady reminded James of Bellatrix Black. That one too had been a tough nut to crack, but nothing insurmountable to Prongs and Padfoot. James tried to make his arousal not too apparent, remembering the night Sirius and he taught his cousin the joys of being a good girl.
“Why are you not bowing?” The Valyrian lady said, her tone imperious.
Behind her, the dragon let out a warning growl.
“Should we?” James asked with a raised eyebrow. “If so, do forgive us. We have just arrived at this lovely place. So we are not exactly up to date with local customs.”
“If you could just tell us your name….” Lily suggested in her most innocent tone.
The dragonrider didn’t look impressed.
“What sort of land could breed such ignorance? You have the honour of addressing Visenya Targaryen - one of the last three dragonriders in the world.” She said, arrogance radiating from every word.
James and Lily exchanged brief glances.
“You do look like Daenys.” Lily murmured. “Not as pretty, perhaps, but definitely a relative.”
Visenya looked affronted and confused at such comparison, but James stepped in before aggravation could turn into a dragon breath attack.
“We have just arrived from Valyria. My wife is still a little bit seasick.” He said in a hurry.
Visenya barked out a laugh.
“Valyria? Yes, of course. And I was just returning from Nymeria’s nameday feast.”
“Really?” Lily asked, excited.
The Targaryen woman looked at his wife, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“Are you addled, woman? Millennia separate us and Nymeria of Ten Thousand Ships, and almost a century and Doom lay between us and Daenys the Dreamer.”
Lily put her hands on her hips.
“So?”
“So there is no way you could have met her!” Visenya said, frustrated.
“Just because you are, what, seventeen and already letting yourself go, doesn’t mean other women can’t maintain their looks.” Lily scoffed.
James stared at his wife, surprised at her sudden cattiness. Especially considering he couldn’t tell what she was referring to.
“Honestly,” Lily shook her head. “As things go, I doubt there is a man desperate enough to take you for a wife.”
Now was Visenya’s turn to scoff.
“My brother has already been promised to me, and I to him.”
It took all of James’ willpower not to gag. Daenys did mention the Valyrian obsession with purity of their blood, but to hear it mentioned so blatantly…. James would like to think even the worst of blood purists would balk at such tradition.
Meanwhile Visenya continued.
“And I think you are confused, wench. I am no blushing maid to be taken. If I wish a man, I will claim him.” Her gaze turned to regard James’ face, then it slid down to his crotch. “Now that sounds like a fine idea. I think i best show you how a real woman fucks a man.”
Smoke started billowing from the dragon’s maw.
“If you don’t want to be burned to fine ash, then I suggest you lose your clothes.” Visenya commanded James.
Was she seriously trying to rape him?
James and Lily exchanged brief silent talk, before he decided to go along with Lily’s crazy scheme. Apparently he was not the only one with a taste for breaking haughty sluts.
Quickly, he disrobed and threw his clothes aside, deliberately throwing his invisibility cloak next to Lily. The next thing he knew, Visenya, likewise naked, pushed him down onto sand, determined to ride him like an unruly stallion.
Well, if she wanted things this way….
XxXxX
“Mayhaps I was too brazen.” Visenya thought when she saw that thing between the odd man’s legs.
It was not the first manhood she had seen, having lost her virginity to a comely sailor a couple of years ago. And yet now that her belly pressed against its turgid length...Visenya felt like a maiden yet to have her first moonblood, listening to some bawdy tale told by a seasoned whore.
Visenya narrowed her eyes.
It didn’t matter how large this beastly cock was. She was Visenya of the House Targaryen, a dragonrider and one of the true heirs of Valyria! She would show that maddened slattern who was a real woman.”
Visenya savoured the expression, she imagined Lily would make when her husband abandoned her and crawled to Visenya for-
The targaryen lady felt a slight reddening of the tips of her ears when she realised she was putting the cart ahead of the horse.
And what a horse it was….
Slowly, Visenya impaled herself on James’ dick. The man moved to grab her hips, but stopped after Visenya slapped his chest with a clear warning. She didn’t need any help, she was the one in control.
It was taking all of her effort not to squeal and orgasm on the man’s phallus. It was just so big - too long and girthy to belong to a normal man. Visenya had never believed in the tales of half-beasts and wargs, but now when she was trying to take all of the man’s horse cock, they didn’t seem so far-fetched.
A quiet whimper broke out of Visenya’s mouth when her hips hit James’ thighs, all of his thick delicious man meat sheathed in her tight cunt.
Though with how things were going, it probably wasn’t going to remain so for long.
“Don’t worry, take your time. It’s understandable that you would need some time to get used to my cock.” James said.
Visenya narrowed her eyes. The man’s tone was perfectly courteous, but there was no mistaking an amused glint in his eyes.
The proud dragon princess snarled and rose, but her resolve faltered when the sheer feeling of emptiness his cock left behind, left Visenya whimpering with need and loss.
It was so unfair!
His cock was so thick and veiny and so hot in her cunt. She could feel even the slightest curve and bump of his dick, each sending shot after shot of pleasure up her spine.
Her toes curled, Visenya left herself no choice but to orgasm, the poor woman not used to a stud like James.
“Aaagh! Guh! CUMMING!” Visenya screamed as her cunt clenched around James’s cock.
‘I must look like such a whore!’ A distant, still cognizant part of her mind thought.
XxXxX
James couldn’t help but laugh watching the lewd expression that would have made even a gutter whore blush appear on Visenya’s face. It was indeed disappointing that she didn’t prove to be much of a challenge, but any time he could rut and seed a fertile female was a good time in James’ book.
Especially now that Lily handled the dragon issue.
Usually dragons were subdued by large teams of specially trained wizards, but whatever Lily learned as an Unspeakable, must have come in handy. The bronze dragon was lying asleep, blind deaf and dumb to his mistress’ self-imposed defilement.
Now with that out of the way, James and his wife could give this haughty noblewoman a proper work over.
“SLAP!”
The targaryen slut didn’t expect such rough treatment, her pale asscheek now sporting a bright red handprint.
James grabbed her by the shapely posterior and with powerful exertion of his muscled arms lifted her up until only the cockhead remained inside her cunt. The bitch whined, dripping for his dick.
James was all too happy to oblige.
Without warning, he started jackhammering his cock into Visenya’s tight snatch. Each time he skewered the dragon slut, his cock would reach all the way until the woman’s cervix. Like a battering ram slamming against the gates of a fortress.
Visenya howled from mind-rotting pleasure, any semblance of control lost in favour of a primal satisfaction that only women submitting to their mates could experience.
XxXxX
Still concealed beneath James’ cloak, Lily observed Visenya’s ruination with unrestrained glee. She would never get tired of this, watching women ignorant of her husband’s manliness succumb to their animalistic natures was just SO HOT.
Lily resisted the urge to play with her kitty. No, she would leave pleasuring it for their newest whore.
Once Visenya was properly broken in, of course.
With a jab of her wand, Lily placed a weak little curse on Visenya that did nothing but prevent the victim from orgasming. It didn’t prevent pleasure, but soon Visenya would wish it did.
“Why don’t you stop holding yourself back?” Lily asked once she disrobed and took off her clothes.
Using legilimency, she showed James what she had in mind. The contact of minds was too brief to understand his opinion, but he must have liked what she had in mind, because in one powerful motion he stood up with Visenya secured in his hands and still thoroughly stuffed.
And then he started bouncing the Targaryen woman up and down his dick. WIth every thrust, Visenya threw her head back, crying out in pleasure, her tongue lolled out like a cocked out whore’s.
The slut had her back towards Lily, so the Potter lady couldn’t exactly see it, but with her experience riding that dick and watching other women be demolished by it, she could imagine quite vividly, her husband’s cock slowly but surely opening up a way into Visenya’s ready womb.
It was a shame Visenya was yet to earn it.
“I am about to cum.” James grunted, the beastly sound reminiscent of his animagus shape. “Take it, slut.”
The Potter male ejaculated, sending torrents of cum down Lily’s waiting gullet. The witch was on her knees, her lips wrapped around her husband’s cock. The perverted redhead came a little as she choked and gagged on her husband's potent seed.
It took Visenya a few moments to regain a semblance of right mind and realize that Lily claimed what Visenya rightfully spread her legs for. She turned around to find Lily grinning cheekily at her, the redhead’s face and hair stained with semen.
Deciding to tease the poor, desperate for release Valyrian, Lily opened her mouth to show off all of the cum on her tongue. Staring into the silver haired woman’s eyes, Lily swallowed all of it.
Visenya hissed, furious, and would have leapt to claw at Lily’s face if it wasn’t for her husband’s strong arms holding her tight to his chiseled body.
“Don’t worry, my sweet.” Lily patted Visenya on her cheek. “You’ll get to orgasm, don’t worry.”
She conjured up a strapon, its shape and size identical to her husband’s very real deal.
“So, long as you are a good girl of course.”
Before Visenya could protest, the married pair used their magic to turn Visenya around, leaving her unprotected, virgin anus for James’ turgid to ravage, while Lily shoved her strapon into Visenya’s weeping cunt.
XxXxX
The Targaryen princess had no choice but to hold on LIly’s shoulders, while the two fucked her raw. She could hear the damn bitch whispering such filthy things into her ears, Visenya didn’t know what to think.
Not that she could do that right now.
Any semblance of mighty dragonrider was gone, all that was left was a helpless whore used by her betters as nothing more than a cumrag. Despite all her helplessness and the haze that threatened to consume all of her mind, Visenya still tried to resist the mind breaking pleasure.
She was doing her best to milk James’ cock of all his thick cum, or at least achieve her own orgasm.
Eventually, someone had to give in, and that ‘someone’ wasn’t Lily.
“Please, please!” Visenya pleaded, her voice meek and pathetic. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just let me CUM!”
Tears were running down her face, while nothing but desperation shone in her pretty violet eyes.
Lily glanced at her husband.
“What do you think dear? Did our pet earn an orgasm?”
James was apparently nearing his own release. Beads of sweat were running down his sculpted body, as he grunted like a beast.
“Yes.” was all the reply he gave.
Lily smiled, savouring the defeat in Visenya’s eyes.
Then she bit the woman’s ear and whispered: “Cum, you little slut.”
The orgasm that swept away Visenya was too much for her to handle, and with her ass flooded with cum, she simply passed out, going limp in her defilers’ hands.
Lily was about to offer James her own eager body, when twin dragon roars shook the little beach.
Two ominous shapes were swiftly approaching their position, while the roar managed to shake off the daze Lily placed over Visenya’s dragon’s mind.
Lily doubted the newcomers would be particularly interested in talking when they saw Visenya’s indecent state.
Frankly, she had enough dragons for now.
James and Lily didn’t need to exchange words. With speed born of practice, they lowered their lover on the ground, put on clothes with a spell and then apparated away to the furthest spot of the island they could see.
They would have to spook a few peasants here and there, but with some transfiguration and charmwork, they would have little trouble getting off the island.
That was, if timestream didn’t grab them sooner.
