April 2025's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Daenerys Targaryen - Conquering the Dragon Queen

All characters are over the age of eighteen at the time of this story.

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Dragonstone was a quiet, solitude place that seemed to exist beyond Westeros. Of the various kings and queens that claimed to rule the Seven Kingdoms, none had yet dared laid claim over Dragonstone. The shivering isle was left quiet, barely touched since Stannis Baratheon’s departure to the Wall far to the North.

It made the perfect place for Daenerys Targaryen to stake her claim upon Westeros.

Her ancestors had once settled upon this island prior to the Doom of Old Valyria. Daenys Targaryen had foretold Valyria’s destruction, and her father, Aenar, had guided them to this island. It was a place steeped in rich history and fantastical wonders from beyond the Narrow Sea.

Perhaps that was why Daenerys seemed unperturbed when a strange man suddenly arrived within the walls of her castle.

She had been seated atop the throne carved out of sea-worn stone when a man had suddenly appeared within her court. He’d been dressed in strange garb and clinging to a stick of wood. His appearance shocked many of her advisers. Grey Worm had lunged forward with a spear at the ready, but the man had it leap out of Grey Worm’s hands with a simple wave of his stick.

Daenerys knew Grey Worm to be no fool. Even in single combat, he was more likely to perish than to give up his weapon. So, for this man to suddenly disarm him without so much as a touch, this was incredibly disconcerting.

“We should speak privately,” the strange man said in an accent that Daenerys couldn’t quite place.

“Please, my Queen,” Missandei, her loyal aide, whispered into her ear. “Retreat while our guards handle him.”

But Daenerys stood her ground. Something about this man intrigued her, like a magnet would. She felt compelled to hear him out, to speak with him, to… couple with him.

What was going on with her?

Daenerys shook her head to clear the thoughts from her mind. With a simple raise of her hand, she held back her guards from any further incursions upon the man. She needed him. She could not explain why she did; her body and mind simply told her that she did.

“Please, everyone, leave us,” Daenerys spoke, loud enough so that no one could pretend as though they hadn’t heard her command.

“Mother of Dragons, please,” Missandei insisted.

Daenerys turned with a sharp look. “Trust me,” she told her aide. “There’s something about this man I can’t quite explain. Something important that’s reaching out to me. I must speak to him alone.”

Missandei looked unsure. Her aide searched her face, as though she could somehow detect any malfeasance or magic that was somehow manipulating her thoughts, but there was none to be found.

Biting back a sigh, Missandei stood up tall and looked around the room. “The Queen requests privacy. Everyone, leave this room at once.”

The reticence among her guards was plain to see. The Unsullied were a group that was loath to leave their master’s side, even if Daenerys had insisted that she was no master of theirs. They eyed the strange man warily as they passed. As much as they wished to, they refused to threaten him with their weapons, as it would go against their Queen’s command.

Missandei was the last to leave the throne room. She wavered awkwardly near the rear door that led towards the chambers of the ruler of Dragonstone.

“Return to your chambers,” Daenerys ordered Missandei, certain of her choice. As she stared into the eyes of the stranger, she could tell that he meant her no harm. Although she couldn’t explain it through words, the sentiment felt right within her breast.

“At once, my Queen,” Missandei bowed before she walked proudly past the man towards the far doors.

The closing of said doors rattled the room, signifying that Daenerys and the strange man were alone. In any other circumstance, Daenerys would’ve felt strangely alone and exposed, but something told her that she ought not to be.

“Who are you?” She asked him.

The man took a step towards the base of the steps that led up towards her throne. “My name is Harry Potter,” he answered her in a rugged voice.

“Harry Potter,” Daenerys repeated, the name sounding strangely foreign. “Why are you here? How have you come to be here?”

The man didn’t look uncomfortable by her questions. In fact, he showed a certain interest, which resembled that of a Maester’s.

“I came here by a magical ritual, one which you unconsciously caused by your arrival upon this island,” Harry explained to her.

Daenerys frowned. She was no stranger to weird magics, but she hadn’t been aware of anything that she could have done to cause such a thing to happen. “What do you mean by that?” She asked him.

“When you stepped foot upon this island, you activated a ritual that had been prepared hundreds of years before your birth,” Harry said. “It summoned me here.”

“And why would it do that?” Daenerys asked.

“Because I am a warrior,” Harry shrugged.

Daenerys examined him through a scrutinising gaze. He certainly had the build of a warrior—tall, strong, and with a dangerous aura about him—but he was no larger than the average man within the Unsullied.

“You do not appear to be much of one by my eye,” she replied.

Harry cracked a smile at her. “That is because my strength comes not through muscle but through magic.”

Magic.

“Are you a Warlock of Qarth?” Daenerys asked.

Harry shook his head. “I don’t know where Qarth is. Some may call me a warlock, but I refer to myself as a wizard.”

A wizard.

“There are tales of wizards in Asshai and Westeros,” Daenerys said. “Are you from either of these places?”

“No,” Harry shook his head. “I’m from England, and from what I gather, this is not a place that exists within your world.”

He’s from somewhere else? Somewhere in the beyond? The thought perplexed Daenerys. Perhaps he simply lacked the language to communicate where he was from, or—

“I apologise, my Queen,” he said the words, almost tauntingly. “You will not find my home on a map, but that is irrelevant. I believe that I have been summoned here to aid you. Are you on some grand task that requires aid?”

Daenerys hummed for a moment atop the throne. Normal etiquette would restrict her from answering the man, but something about him, something that she couldn’t quite explain, told her to tell him her troubles.

“I am here to reclaim my birthright,” she told him confidently. “Westeros was taken from my family, and I am here to reclaim it. I intend to lay claim upon King’s Landing, but I do not wish to use my dragons to burn down the capital.”

“Dragons you say,” Harry repeated, chuckling with amusement. Daenerys frowned at him. Dragons were awe-inspiring creatures; what could be amusing about them?

Another step forward, and the man was now beginning to climb the steps to her throne. Daenerys sucked in a breath, not due to any perceived threat, but due to the intense atmosphere that his presence brought.

“You need help claiming the capital,” Harry said. “And I suppose that I am the one to help you achieve this.”

Suddenly, a ball of flames ignited within the man’s grasp. He held it close to his chest, close enough that Daenerys feared that the flames would eat him alive entirely. However, he showed no signs of burning, no signs of pain, no signs of any discomfort whatsoever. Her mind grappled with what she’d seen. Was he somehow different like her? Someone who could step into impossible flames and walk out hours later without so much as a single mark upon their skin?

Before she could question it, the man jabbed his arm outward, and the ball of flame shot out like someone hurling a stone. It crashed against the far wall, exploding in a combustion of flame before suddenly dissipating.

“I can perform feats of magic beyond your wildest imaginations,” Harry told her.

As if to prove his point, Daenerys suddenly felt her body hoisted into the air. Instinctively, her limbs thrashed as she sought something to latch onto, but she was too high to do so.

“Let me down!” She shouted at the man in a commanding tone.

“As you wish,” he chuckled.

Slowly, Daenerys’ body lowered itself back down atop the throne.

Fuming with the indignant treatment she’d suffered, Daenerys glared at Harry. “What is it that you want?”

“To help you, of course,” he replied slowly, as though she were a child incapable of understanding his words.

“And why would you want to do that?” Daenerys asked hotly.

Instead of answering immediately, Harry took a moment to climb another step. And then another step. He kept climbing until he stood directly before her throne.

“Because I expect to be duly rewarded,” Harry said bluntly.

“If it’s gold you need or—”

“No,” Harry cut her off. “It’s not any of that I want. It’s you.”

“Me?” Daenerys raised her eyebrows in surprise. A familiar fire filled her belly, the type that she’d last felt back when Daario had first entered into her bed.

“Yes, you,” Harry laughed again. “I’ve been summoned to land after land from those who require my aid, and I always call upon a simple request in exchange for whatever your heart desires.”

“And you want to… fuck me?” Daenerys said, stumbling awkwardly over the words.

“That’s right,” Harry nodded. “You’re a beautiful woman. Between your silvery-gold hair and your gorgeous figure, there must be thousands of men ready to bed you, but none of them are worthy of you like I am. I have tamed a dragon before, and I will tame another now.”

His arrogance seemed excessive, yet Daenerys couldn’t deny the truth of his words. It was infuriating, impossible, and downright wrong, but it simply wasn’t. Everything about him was attractive, and none of his words felt like falsehoods. Even his claim that he would tame her felt like truth despite it having yet to come to pass.

Daenerys did the worst thing that she could do: she hesitated.

If anything, she should’ve rebuked his implication right then and there. Her words may have put him on the back foot, giving her a chance to recompose herself and consider her options. Instead, she was left with nothing to say.

Her body was screaming ‘Yes’ to her. Let him take her as he rightfully should.

Her mind was telling her the same, albeit with an attempt to ensure that she appeared more dignified than what her body craved.

Swallowing the saliva that had pooled within her mouth, Daenerys stood up from her throne. “Perhaps we should speak of this in private,” she suggested.

“We already are in private,” Harry grinned, gesturing to the abandoned throne room around them.

“Then somewhere else then,” Daenerys managed to get out. Her words were awkward and imperfect compared to what she intended to say, but this Harry was somehow undoing every ounce of resolve she had within her breast. Tyrion had imparted unto her the importance of finding a proper political match within Westeros to cement her claim here, but Harry was offering something exciting. Even Daario hadn’t managed to make her feel the way she felt now. “My private chambers will suffice.”

“Lead the way,” Harry told her.

As Daenerys stood from her throne, she found her body uncomfortably close to Harry’s. Something within her told her to leap forward and embrace him, but she held herself back, if only for decorum. It was a ridiculous notion to maintain in privacy, but she clung to it nonetheless.

She scooted around his body and made for the doorway that led to her private chambers, knowing that Harry would follow her close behind.

A set of steep stairs led upwards within the castle. Daenerys climbed it, aware that Harry’s eyes were upon her arse the entire time. She relished the attention upon her body, but once her mind realised that she was feeling that way, it chided herself.

He ought to be bowing down before her feet, Daenerys thought, not the other way around.

Still, even with that thought in mind, some submissive behaviour within her body overrode her other beliefs. She swayed her hips enticingly and even went so far as to remove her outer cloak to reveal her bare shoulders to him. She assumed that he had to be quite the accomplished lover, but she wanted to tease him into chasing her.

Her chambers within Dragonstone were stark to say the least. Stone surrounded her on all sides with only a balcony and a couple of poor windows to serve as vessels to the outside world. Fresh candles sat illuminated within her room, providing a warm glow that was only matched by the fireplace that provided some heat to this otherwise damp castle.

If any of this impacted Harry, he didn’t show it. Daenerys couldn’t quite get a read upon this strange man, even as she examined him in close confinement.

“You know what I want,” he said plainly once the door to her chambers shut behind him.

Daenerys was far past the point of playing ignorant. She’d invited him up to her private chambers; any coyness would merely appear to be weakness.

So, being blunt was the only option.

“If you want to fuck me, you have to prove your worth,” Daenerys told him.

“I will in the bedroom and on the battlefield,” he replied instantly. “There are none who can withstand my magic. I will tear down Cersei’s walls and allow your forces access to the capital. Even then men within can be hampered upon my command. You will not have to worry about anything.”

That sounded wonderful, almost fantastical even. It beggared belief to imagine that Cersei and her forces would lose as simply as Harry put it, but something within Daenerys told her not to doubt him for a second. There was only one place of contention left standing.

“And in the bedroom?” Daenerys asked confidently.

Harry snorted in amusement. “I’ll make you scream my name until your voice goes hoarse.”

A bold claim, one that was more likely to be repeated within brothels than anywhere else. Yet, it seemed believable coming from his lips. Daenerys’ core was already moistened from the simple walk up to her bed chambers, but something more was throbbing within her body.

“If you can do that,” Daenerys began. “I’ll give you anything in retur—”

Her voice turned into a squeal of delight as Harry hoisted her up off of the floor. He threw her upon the expansive bed that’d only become hers days before and pounced on top of her with a hunger that she’d never seen from any man before. Normally, they played all nice and gentle until they gained the measure of her in the bedroom, too scared to harm their Queen until they knew firsthand just how much punishment she could take. Harry was the exact opposite of that type of man.

“I’ll do more than you can possibly imagine,” Harry told her in a husky tone, sending shivers down her spine despite the warm garb she had on. “But first, I’ll take what’s mine.”

“You’ll only have me after you prove yourself on the battlefield,” Daenerys countered, trying not to seem as flustered as she was. With his body looming over hers, she could feel her core heating up in response. She didn’t want to give into him so easily, but her resolve was already fleeing her.

“Isn’t love just another sort of battlefield?” He asked cheekily.

His hand ended up on her knee, his fingers just barely pressing against her thigh. He wasn’t moving closer just yet, but his simple touch was enough to make Daenerys want to lean into his embrace. What was it with this strange man that he somehow had such an intoxicating aura about him?

“It’s not one that you’ll find yourself on tonight,” Daenerys told him.

“Then why invite me up to your chambers?” He asked pointedly.

Gods, why did she invite him up here if not to fuck? Perhaps she’d hoped that the real prospect of getting with her would make him suddenly change his tune and acquiesce to her whims with a far stronger drive than he otherwise would have. Her enemies needed to be defeated, and he and his magic could do great things from what she’d seen. She wanted him to want to defeat them just as much as she did.

No, she was lying to herself now. The political, logical part of her mind was trying to take control and override the more primal, animalistic nature that had told her to bring him here.

She wanted to be taken by him.

The answer she came to must’ve been written all over her face because Harry let out an amused chuckle.

“I see,” he said knowingly.

Finally, Daenerys felt her face turn flush. “You’re powerful,” she said sincerely. “Powerful like me.”

“And powerful people are often attracted to one another,” Harry finished for her. “So tell me, Queen Daenerys Targaryen, when two powerful people are in close proximity like this, should they reject what they both clearly desire? Or should they revel in their power together?”

The answers were clear to her.

Daenerys’ hand laid atop his, and she slowly moved it up along her inner thigh until his fingers were prodding at her crotch. Harry’s predatory smile made her entire body shiver with anticipation.

“Just so that we’re clear, my Queen,” he began, her title still sounding mocking. “You may be powerful, but you’re nowhere near as powerful as I. Should I wish it, I could turn this entire island to ashes in minutes. In public, I’ll follow your commands, but our bedchambers are where I will rule.”

His words rang true in her ears. Before she’d even agreed to it aloud, her body was already responding as though she were some tavern slut hoping to please whoever came her way in the hopes of finding some meagre reward.

“Yes, Harry,” she said breathlessly.

“Good. Then let me show you what I can do for my Queen.”

Daenerys gasped as every stitch of clothing suddenly vanished from her body. Her arms moved to cover up her nakedness, but Harry somehow managed to grab both of her wrists in just one of his hands and pin them above her head. It was only then that she realised that he was just as naked as her, and he had a massive cock swinging between his legs.

Her husband, Khal Drago, had been well endowed beyond imagination. Daario had been slightly smaller but still remarkably impressive. But Harry’s cock was something else. It looked too large to possibly fit inside of her. She didn’t even know if she could wrap both of her delicate hands around it and have her fingers touch. Her mouth watered, and her pussy began to weep with need.

“Look at this perfect, pink pussy of yours,” Harry said as he breathed in her scent. He lowered himself down onto her, releasing her wrists at the last possible moment so that he could nestle his body in between her legs. His fingers danced around her labia, never quite touching her where she wanted him to, which only increased the throbbing heat inside of her core.

“P-please,” Daenerys whimpered, wanting to reach out to guide his movements but fearing that he’d just bind her wrists again.

“I will take whatever time I want examining your beauty,” Harry told her. His lips were so damned close to her pussy. All she had to do was push herself down a bit on her bed and she’d get to feel his tongue upon her. “Remember, I’m in charge here.”

Such insolence would’ve been punished by her anywhere else, but she couldn’t bring herself to chastise him. She feared that doing so would stop this altogether and take away what she craved most: pleasure.

Harry’s warm breath misted across her lower lips for several seconds as he waited for her inevitable challenge. When it was clear that it wasn’t coming, he smiled up at her.

“What a good Queen you are,” he cooed before his tongue lapped at her core.

Daenerys’ thighs tensed up immediately upon feeling that warm, wet, strong tongue flick its way in between her lips. He worked himself from the base of her pussy all the way up to just below her clit, where he suddenly pulled his tongue back. Her whine of disappointment lasted little more than a fraction of a second before she felt his tongue return to work and his fingers draw closer to her core.

Harry’s tongue slobbered all over her wet entrance, licking up every last droplet of her juices until he was ready for more. Daenerys was holding back from squirming too much, but the growing heat in her core was driving her wild.

Finally, the moment that his tongue touched her oh-so-sensitive clit, Daenerys let out an uncharacteristic whine of pleasure. The sensation felt as good as slipping into a cool bath after a day out in the hot sun, only Harry’s tongue merely stoked the fire inside of her. Her pussy grew wetter as his fingers prodded gently at her entrance and pushed past her lips.

When Harry’s fingers curled inside of her pussy, Daenerys’ back arched off of the bed. She let out a throaty moan as she instinctively grabbed onto her breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples in between her fingers. There was no possible way that she could be feeling this good already, but she quickly learnt that this was just the beginning.

At first, Daenerys wasn’t quite able to identify the strange sounds that began to leak out of Harry’s mouth. It sounded like hushed whispering, only in no language that she knew of. However, all thoughts of trying to identify the words left her the moment that his tongue pressed back against her clit.

“Fuck!” Daenerys screamed at the top of her lungs.

Whatever Harry was doing was utterly unlike anything else that Daenerys had experienced before. His tongue was shaking… no, vibrating, like the tail of a rattlesnake. Its touch was gentle but oh so delectable. Again and again, each touch sent waves of pleasure crashing through Daenerys’ body. She couldn’t control herself. Couldn’t—

Suddenly, Daenerys’ world faded away as she came with a power that’d previously been solely reserved for when Daario teetered her on the brink of an orgasm for nearly an hour before finally giving her the release that she so desperately needed. Her body thrashed about, and she moaned like a bitch in heat as Harry’s tongue slowly backed off.

Panting breathlessly, she looked down at Harry’s smug face.

“I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m an even better fighter,” he grinned at her.

How could that even be possible?

“How did you do that?” Daenerys asked him, her eyes wide in astonishment.

“Just a little trick I picked up,” he shrugged like it was nothing. “It’s proved to be quite the hit with women.”

“I can see why,” Daenerys replied.

She started to shift on the bed, ready to move for what came next, but Harry pressed his powerful hand down onto her breasts and pushed her back down onto the bed.

“You didn’t think that we were done yet, did you?” He asked her.

“No,” Daenerys quickly shook her head. “But I thought that you’d want to stick your cock inside—”

“Forget whatever experiences you’ve had with your past lovers,” Harry told her pointedly. “Nothing you experience tonight will be comparable to their miserable attempts at pleasure. Just lay back and enjoy yourself. When I tell you it’s time for something different, then you can move.”

Neither Khal Drogo or Daario had been able to resist fucking her after they’d made her cum. This wizard truly was otherworldly if he was so keen on giving her as much pleasure as she could handle.

Daenerys rested back against the bed just as Harry returned to licking her clit. His fingers kept applying pressure to a certain spot within her pussy, a place that made her scream his name to the heavens when he coupled his touch with that special technique he had with his tongue. It barely took another minute before she had her second orgasm.

Again and again, Daenerys came upon Harry’s fingers and tongue. He never seemed to tire of making her cry out his name as she thrashed about on the bed. Even when they paused so that she could rehydrate with some water or wine, he was always looking at her with a fiery passion in his eyes. It was lustful, yes, but also ravenous. He looked at her like a master musician would their treasured instrument, carefully considering how to draw out the exact sound that they wanted.

Daenerys didn’t know how much more she could take. She’d always been one to outlast her lovers, but Harry was entirely different. He showed no signs of tiredness or exhaustion; instead, he seemed quite keen to keep going.

But just as she went to protest, Harry sat up on the bed and grabbed his thick, meaty cock.

“You look exhausted,” he told her with a teasing voice. “Is the Queen too tired to get fucked by me now?”

Seeing his cock again alleviated much of the exhaustion that was plaguing her body. Her pussy, which was still throbbing from her last orgasm, ached at the sight of it.

“No,” Daenerys said quickly, subconsciously licking her lips as she watched Harry stroke himself.

He pounced on her again, lifting one of her legs up and laying his cock along belly. It stretched so far along her skin that she couldn’t imagine that it would be able to fit inside of her entirely.

“Good,” Harry said. “Because I won’t stop until I’m done with you.”

Suddenly, Harry slammed his cock into Daenerys’ sopping-wet pussy. She moaned lewdly as he stretched her out beyond belief. He felt massive, and watching his thick, veiny shaft sink into her depths reinforced just how big he really was. He kept pushing forward until he could go no further, and there was still a few inches of his cock outside of her pussy. But what was truly incredible was the small bump Daenerys could see on her belly where the tip of his cock was pushing upwards.

Without so much as a word, Harry began fucking her like no other man ever had before. Instinctively, Daenerys’ arms wrapped around Harry’s back as he slammed into her tight pussy. He moved hard and fast, filling her up completely over and over again as Daenerys howled in ecstasy. His cock was perfect.

Daenerys worried that the bed was going to break under the force of Harry’s thrusts, but she also realised that she didn’t care if it did. Let her servants come in and see what this glorious man had done to her the night before. Let them see the sheets strewn about the room and the leftover fluids from their fucking. Let them see that the Mother of Dragons had found someone equal to her, someone who could share her bed and lead the vanguard of the destruction of her enemies.

The overwhelmingly physical nature of Harry’s thrusts didn’t seem to wear the man down at all. He wasn’t breathing heavily like Daenerys was; his thrusts were perfectly paced to drive her wild with lust. She must’ve looked like some slut he’d picked up from a brothel the way she was crying out and moaning like his mere touch was life changing. But the reality was that Harry was life changing. He was better than any other man in existence.

“Kiss me,” she begged breathlessly, and this time, Harry didn’t try to assert his dominance by telling her off. He kissed her fiercely, plunging his tongue straight into her mouth and kept his teeth from clashing against hers even as he kept fucking her as roughly as ever. His tongue was sweet and tasted of the faint tang of her juices. Daenerys tried to put up a fight, to take control of the kiss, but she simply couldn’t best him. Eventually, she gave in and let him take what he wanted.

With nothing but pure pleasure coming from her pussy, Daenerys wasn’t shocked when she came again around Harry’s cock. It felt absolutely incredible to have such a thick cock inside of her while her walls spasmed and squeezed him, trying to make him cum too. Harry held on though and kept slamming into her pussy, unwilling to let the fun end so quickly.

Daenerys’ head started to get dizzy from a lack of air. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose as she tried to regain her composure, but such a thing was impossible when Harry’s cock was ravaging her pussy. Her orgasm had barely stopped before another began.

The forcefulness with which her body shook caused the kiss to break apart.

“Harry!” Daenerys screamed, stretching out his name for as long as she had breath.

Harry chuckled at her and groped one of her breasts roughly. “Now you see just what I can offer you. But I’m not done yet. There’s one last thing I have left to give you.”

Daenerys knew what was coming the moment she felt his cock throb inside of her. A torrent of hot, thick cum shot out of him, filling her womb up to the absolute brim. The intense warmth that his cum brought her left a healthy glow inside of her chest. It felt right to be filled up with Harry’s cum.

He only pulled his cock out of her long enough to bring it up to her mouth, and she readily parted her lips and began sucking him clean. It was a filthy act, something she’d never normally do, but Harry was different.

When he was clean, he pressed the tip of his cock back against her entrance and grinned. “You might end up with a prince inside of your belly before the night’s done with.”

“I can only hope so, my King,” Daenerys smiled lovingly.