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The Unbound
Chapter 24: The Day of the Maiden
— King Orys Baratheon —
I'll admit, I try very hard not to get too much of an ego despite my successes. I know that a large part of my success can be placed at the feet of the Gods, and growing arrogant is asking for those same Gods to take offence.
"Oh my," Moonshadow breathes, her slender fingers sliding along my cock as she kneels beside the equally naked Margaery. "In truth, I assumed you to be exaggerating due to your inexperience but this truly is magnificent. Blessed, indeed. It's certainly the most impressive I've ever seen."
But having one of the top courtesans in Braavos say that my cock is the best she's seen is truly testing my humility.
"I'd say I'm a lucky woman, but I suspect that this… luck is going to be spread to quite a few women," Margaery giggles as she joins Moonshadow in stroking my shaft, gazing up at me with hooded eyes. "It would be a sin to keep this all to myself."
Her giggle is accompanied by Dibella agreeing, reminding me that I have an audience for this. Well, I've gotten oddly used to having an audience watching my every move and at least most of the Gods seem to have given me some privacy. It's no real surprise that it's Dibella and Mephala still lurking around in the back of my mind.
"Such a generous Queen," Moonshadow teases, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the side of my cock, deliberately making an audible noise as Margaery copies her movements on the other side. "Now, let's show him why he's just as lucky."
As she speaks, Moonshadow helps move Margaery's hair back as she guides my betrothed's head toward the tip, whispering in her ear as Margaery parts her lips and takes my shaft into her mouth. Immediately, her tongue begins to move as she sucks on it, her hands stroking what her mouth can't reach. Moonshadow was one amazing investment, and I feel an odd urge to thank Olenna for deciding that her granddaughter needed an expert tutor.
Margaery is clearly inexperienced, but with Moonshadow pressing her body against Margaery's back and whispering advice into her ear, she learns fast, and all I can do is grip the sheets of my bed as I sit on the edge.
"Fuck, Margaery," I groan as she pushes herself to take me further into her mouth, trying to suppress her gag reflex as her throat squeezes down on me shaft. Margaery grins around my cock, clearly proud of my reaction as she speeds up. Margaery is usually so graceful, the delicate flower of Highgarden, which makes it all the more thrilling as she rapidly bobs her head, openly choking herself on my cock as her eyes water and her drool coats my crotch.
Moonshadow moves up, guiding me to stand as she presses her body against me.
"Use her, my King. Fuck her face, she wants to please you," Moonshadow purrs, kissing my neck as she guides my hands to grip Margaery's hair and then her hands move to my hips, encouraging me to begin to pump into Margaery's waiting mouth. Margaery's watery stare does more to encourage this than Moonshadow's hands, and before long my hips are thrusting into her waiting mouth as Moonshadow moves behind me, one hand wrapping around the base of my cock and the other gently scratching my chest as she whispers sultry encouragements into my ear.
It is only through Dibella's aid that I last as long as I do, but even the divine can only delay the inevitable. Before long, I groan in satisfaction, Margaery's eyes widening in surprise as Moonshadow rapidly shifts and joins Margaery on her knees as my future wife tries her best to swallow my… sizable load until her cheeks are bulging and she has to give up. My cock pops free for all of a second before Moonshadow takes it into her mouth instead, swallowing the seed that floods her mouth with far greater ease.
"Truly divine," Moonshadow purrs, swiping up some of the cum that trickled out of Margaery's mouth and dripped onto her breast with her finger and licking it clean. Margaery gasps, her eyes wide and heavy with lust but before she can speak, Moonshadow kisses her, her long tongue delving into Margaery's mouth in search of more seed. As the pair of incredible beauties grope and kiss, their tongues dancing, I can only watch in awe until they finally break apart, a strand of seed connecting their lips before Margaery wipes it up and copies Moonshadow by licking it clean.
She turns to me, but before she can say a single word, my self-control is lost and I pull her up and all but toss her onto the bed, much to her giggling as her long, pale legs part to expose her womanhood to me, glistening in the candlelight.
"Look how wet she is for you, my King. How eagerly her body awaits your shaft," Moonshadow purrs, grasping my cock and stroking it in an effort to keep it hard. As if I would go soft with such a sight in front of me. "I think you've both waited long enough, haven't you?"
"Shouldn't I return the favour?" I ask, deadly curious how she tastes, but Margaery just giggles.
"And you can, some other time. Right now, all I want is you inside me," Margaery promises, taking my hands as our fingers interlace and pulling me on top of her. "Take me."
"As my wife demands," I quip, as Moonshadow moves behind me and aims my cock to line me up with Margaery's soaked womanhood.
"Not for six more days, technically," Margaery points out, hissing slightly as the bulbous tip presses against her tight slit.
"Fuck that. I'm the King, and I say you're my wife," I grunt, getting a laugh from her which fades into a quiet moan as I slowly begin to push forward, feeding inch after inch of my shaft into her incredibly tight cunt. The heat is intense, her body clenching down on me with insane tightness as I remember that my own cock got… buffed from my Dibella blessing. Isn't it only logical that Margaery's body would share some of that blessing?
Dibella's giggling and whispered 'you're welcome~' gives me all the answers I could possibly need.
Despite my size, it feels like a perfect fit as I bottom out inside Margaery and we both pause for a moment, getting used to the new sensations. Margaery's leg wraps around me as Moonshadow lies beside her, on her side to watch the show, but despite the courtesan's beauty, she all but fades from my vision as I focus on my wife.
As lazy as Renly is, as much of a shit job he did as the Master of Laws, I can only thank my sword-loving uncle for convincing my father of this betrothal.
"Fuck me," Margaery gasps, letting out a moan as I pull back and immediately thrust back into her. Dibella herself is guiding my hips, so I have no fear that I will hurt Margaery as I angle myself just right and Margaery's moan grows louder and lewder. "Harder, Orys. Please, ruin me!"
"As my wife commands," I whisper into her ear, kissing her neck as I begin to truly move.
— Loras Tyrell —
"I'll admit, I didn't consider this part," Loras admitted to Barristan, her sister's cries and moans leaving the royal suite. He'd recognise her voice anywhere, and he could only feel amusement at Margaery's… impatience.
She'd always been such a reserved girl, raised under such strict tutorage to make her the perfect queen. Despite being forced to listen to her getting fucked, he was oddly proud that she'd tossed protocol aside to claim what she wanted.
"Neither did Ser Jaime," Barristan admitted with a small smirk. "It's the fate of brothers who join their Queenly sister by entering the Kingsguard. Protecting your sister sounds fine until you have to sit outside the room and listen to her pleasured cries. Lady Cersei is not a quiet woman."
"Before today, I'd have told you that Margaery is a quiet and composed woman. Now? I'm not sure being anywhere else in the castle would help," Loras joked, wincing at the sheer volume of her cries.
His family could definitely hear them. Gods only knew if their grandmother would be proud or furious. He'd heard grandmother lecture Margaery on the importance of getting pregnant fast, and well… she was certainly doing her best for that.
It seemed Baratheons were naturally talented in bed, but all it did was make him long for Renly. By the Gods, what was the man doing to his poor sister?
"More! Gods, keep going!"
Well, not that poor.
— Cersei Baratheon —
"That's my boy!" Robert chortled loudly, slamming his mug down. "Show that little flower what us Baratheon men can do!"
"I see the pair didn't feel like waiting for Day of the Mother," Olenna quipped, her eyes narrowing in thought as she looked up.
In truth, most people would be asleep by now but with the creature now imprisoned beneath them, there had been many questions. Eddard Stark blanched and frowned at a particularly loud cry of pleasure coming from above, the stone of the castle carrying the sounds.
"It's a miracle they've kept their hands to themselves as much as they have already. Despite the week-long event, tonight is their wedding night," Cersei pointed out, getting a look from Olenna before the old woman snorted and nodded. "Nobody can judge them for not waiting to delay things further."
"Too true. Orys the Blessed, indeed," Olenna laughed darkly at the repeated cries.
"Mother!" Mace scolded, his face red as the sound of his daughter's pleasured cries filled the room. "Well, I suppose this means nobody will question if the bedding took place despite the lack of a bedding ceremony."
"Bah, a ridiculous tradition. Getting rid of it was just about the only thing I agreed with the miserable old Lion about," Olenna grunted. "Margaery's reign as Queen shouldn't start with a bunch of drunken highborn stripping and groping her."
Cersei didn't respond, remembering her own wedding. Her father had demanded that no bedding ceremony take place, and some judged her and Robert for it but she certainly didn't care. She knew that her father despised the tradition after King Aerys the Mad had taken far too many liberties with her mother during Tywin's marriage. It might just be the reason the Lannisters sided with the Baratheons in the end. Her father never let a slight be forgotten.
Whatever conversations about the North and the creatures the Boltons had become trailed off, no-one was able to have such a grim conversation while a woman was clearly getting the night of her life above them.
Mace, despite the embarrassment, was clearly pleased by the audible proof of Orys and Margaery's relationship. He'd be even more so if Orys was right and Margaery left this night pregnant. Olenna was harder to read for most, but with her new gift she could see Olenna's pleasure and ambition. Much like Mace, the old woman was clearly eager to see Margaery pregnant.
Alerie, however? She hid her reaction by pretending to be embarrassed to hear her daughter in such a state, but Cersei was not fooled. It was jealousy and lust that was causing her reactions, and that made Cersei smile grimly.
Olenna was a problem, but Alerie could be the solution if she was… properly handled.
Eddard was Eddard. He was embarrassed at hearing something he believed was between a husband and wife, but he wasn't judging the pair either. He simply didn't want to listen to the sounds. Interestingly enough, he was the only man around who wasn't feeling some arousal over Margaery's desperate pleas and pleasured cries. Even Mace couldn't stop his body from reacting, but Eddard truly was a different breed of man.
Well, she supposed Stannis would likely be the same if he was here.
He was also the only one to try to refocus the conversation and drown out the noises, as he discussed the food situation in the North with Lord Mace. It had been a wise move for Orys to use his new goodfamily to fix the problem the Ironborn had created, and the Tyrells had gotten far too much from the Crown of late to not fulfil his request. Especially when food was something they had in such great amounts.
It made sure the Tyrells didn't forget that his favour was not free, even if their daughter was his Queen, while further placing the North in his debt.
Calling for a servant, she sent a note as the conversation and drinks continued. Robert was getting amorous and distracted, but she did not wish to bed him and that was easily solved as they retired for the night.
Robert's lusts were easily redirected as he found the whores she called for. Tyrion might be a malicious little imp, but if he wanted to keep his new position he'd make himself useful to her. Orys was wise to use the creature for the one thing he was good at, dealing with whores.
If the girls waiting in Robert's bed happened to somewhat resemble Margaery with brown hair and slender bodies, all the better as she excused herself and left him to his fun.
As for her? She had work to do, and no desire to listen to Margaery experience what she wished for. Instead, she called for the various bards that she'd hired to spread Orys' legend. The Seven Kingdoms needed to know how much of a man Orys truly was, after all, and she didn't need any prudish fools spreading rumours first.
With so many people hearing the noises, it was important that everyone knew that it was Margaery and Orys, before any rumours of affairs or other nonsense spread. It was equally important to make sure that people remembered that this was their wedding night, even if they hadn't technically made their vows yet.
The High Septon would help with that.
— Catelyn Stark —
As she heard the sounds coming from the royal suite, she could only bite her lip as her hands roamed her form. She had aroused Orys, and while he hadn't wanted to risk claiming her with her family still in the Red Keep, his lust had been redirected toward his betrothed.
That was… right. It was proper. A man and his wife, or future wife as the case may be. It was certainly more proper than him groping the wife of one of his Wardens.
So, why was it envy she felt? She was the one who had stoked his lusts, and it was Margaery that was benefiting from his passions. If he hadn't restrained himself, would she be the one the castle could hear?
When he demanded she pay her debt, would she make such lewd sounds? She'd never been the most audible in bed, so Eddard might not even recognise her cries. Her mind went to Eddard, laid in their bed, frowning as he heard some whore crying out in pleasure as the King ruined her for other men, unaware that it was his own wife.
Her fingers sped up, and she cried out in unison with Margaery as she climaxed.
— Margaery Tyrell —
She truly didn't care who could hear her as she cried out once more, feeling her husband unleash his fertile seed inside her for what felt like the fifth time.
Orys pulled out as Margaery collapsed onto her front, panting desperately, but as she turned to face him, she could only stare in disbelief at the way his cock remained as hard as ever.
"Believe me now, Moon? He's not normal," Margaery gasped, tired but satisfied as Moonshadow giggled.
"In more ways than one, my lady. Such a large cock, with such delicious seed… and it seemingly never gets tired? Blessed doesn't properly describe it," Moonshadow agreed. "May I-"
"Please. I need a break," Margaery laughed. "Orys, you've been neglecting our guest. That wasn't very nice."
"I was… distracted," Orys growled, his tone deeper than usual as his eyes roamed her nude, used form. His seed leaked from her pussy in thick dollops as she giggled.
"And I'll distract you again soon, but I need a break, my love. My womanhood and voice can't take any more," Margaery explained as she watched Moonshadow move. Before Moon could speak, Orys made his move and flipped her over onto her front as the courtesan let out a surprised, but pleased, sound.
"Please, my King~ show me just what had your queen crying out like that," Moonshadow begged, shaking her ass as Orys gripped Moon's long black hair and guided her head between Margaery's thighs. Margaery got the idea immediately, and so did Moon as her lips attached themselves to Margaery's sore womanhood and began to lap at it, eating the seed as it leaked from her. Orys didn't wait, moving behind Moon's raised behind and lining himself up before he claimed Moonshadow's cunt.
As Moon moaned, Margaery joined her due to the sound sending a vibration into her womanhood, her hands gripping Moon's hair as she shared a hungry look with Orys. Watching Orys show even such a famous courtesan just how… blessed he was filled her with pride.
This was her man, and even Moonshadow was reduced to pleas and begging under his powerful movements. In her minds eye, the raven-black hair she was gripped changed to the fiery red of Sansa Stark, imagining the future wife of Joffrey looking up at her with such desperate eyes as Orys fucked her from behind. Then, the pale skin shifted to dusky olive skin, the slender frame replaced with Arianne's slutty body as she pictured how Arianne would beg and moan, her confidence shattered in the face of Orys' might.
She didn't need to fear her 'rivals' because she'd already won the race. They held no threat to her if she was the one to generously let them in, and the one setting the pace. The idea of Arianne getting as addicted to the pleasure Orys could give as Margaery had become made her giggle, imagining Arianne begging for a chance to experience it again.
"Pound her, Orys. Ruin that Braavosi cunt and reshape it with your big, fat, royal cock," Margaery encouraged, biting her lip as Orys gave her a lustful look and began to truly move his hips. Moonshadow's response was lost as Margaery pressed her head down further, pressing it against her body as she enjoyed Moonshadow's talented tongue.
"She's squeezing down on my cock," Orys grunted, slapping Moonshadow's ass and making a ripple go through Moon's body. "She's very good at her job."
Moonshadow let out a proud sound, words lost over the cacophony. Margaery just giggled.
"She is. Her tongue feels so fucking good. Maybe we should keep her?" Margaery asked, half-joking and half-deadly serious. Orys just grunted in what might be agreement, his usual grace lost as he pumped into Moonshadow.
It felt right to have Moonshadow between them, the beautiful woman serving both their lusts. It was also good to know that it wasn't just her that was reduced to such lewd noises when dealing with Orys.
Orys was showing no signs of pulling out, but as such a high-ranking courtesan, Moonshadow had her ways of handling such things and Margaery was not concerned as she finally slipped out of the bed, legs wobbly as she made her way to the door.
"Drinks, my lady?" Bella asked with an amused smile, the pitcher already prepared as Margaery let out a sigh of relief. Wine, juice and water were already prepared, and Margaery accepted a goblet of wine with a pleased noise as the sounds of Moonshadow's words, some in the language of Yi Ti, drifted out of the room. As she drank, she spotted Bella's curious looks and bit lip and made her mind up.
"Thank you, Bella. I believe the others will need some as well, so can you take the platter to the bed?" Margaery asked, Bella's eyes snapping toward her.
"I'm at your service, my lady," Bella agreed, heading into the room as Margaery followed behind. They reached the bed just in time to watch Orys slam into Moonshadow's tight slit and groan as he unleashed his seed inside her. Hearing the footsteps, he turned to them and raised an eyebrow as he spotted Bella next to her. "Your drinks, your grace."
"She's such a good girl, isn't she?" Margaery asked, moving behind Bella and moving one hand around the older girl to grope Bella's chest through her maid outfit.
Bella moaned in surprise, but didn't seem opposed to it as Margaery began to undress the maid, exposing her large breasts.
"As I said, I'm at your service," Bella moaned, and Orys' eyes narrowed as he got out of the bed and stormed toward them. For just a moment, Margaery thought she'd gone too far before Orys reached them, gripping her dress and simply tearing it away as Bella let out a surprised sound, before giggling as Orys threw her over his shoulder, taking Margaery's hand in his other hand as he led them both back to the bed, the drinks left forgotten as Bella was thrown onto the bed beside Moonshadow, Margaery moving to the other side.
Somewhere in her mind, she acknowledged how sinful it should be for them, as Bella was King Robert's bastard, but she silenced it with a bit lip as she watched Orys part his half-sister's thighs and claim her in a single thrust.
Unlike the slender bodies of her and Moonshadow, Bella had a pair of fat tits which spoke of Robert's preferences. With each thrust, they bounced wildly and Margaery got an idea as she smirked and latched her lip onto her future goodsister's nipple, Moonshadow recovering enough to join in as they teased and toyed with Bella as Orys gripped her hips and pounded into her, silencing her cries with a rough, domineering kiss.
Bella might not be a famous courtesan, but she knew what she was doing as Margaery remembered some of Joffrey's snide comments about her past profession.
Stepping away for a moment, she poured some wine and brought it back for Orys, giggling as the bouncing of the bed caused some to spill as she helped him drink it before getting another idea and pouring the rest onto Bella's tits for her and Moonshadow to enjoy.
Finest Arbor Gold poured over a maid's fat tits. She doubted she was the first highborn to enjoy the drink like this.
Orys's hands moved to cup both her and Moonshadow's asses as they toyed with their newest addition to the party, squeezing and spanking their buttocks in ways that were definitely going to leave a mark.
"Fuck this slutty maid, Orys. Use her," Margaery encouraged, running her fingers through his hair as she leaned against him. "She's all yours, so ruin her."
"All ours," Orys corrected, making her giggle as he grabbed her by the hips and moved her so she was positioned over Bella's face. She didn't need prompting as she lowered herself onto Bella's waiting face, with Bella instantly beginning to lick her pussy like the good girl she was. Sitting on Bella's face, she kissed Orys as they both took pleasure from the maid while Moonshadow touched herself in preparation for her next turn.
As the night went on, she could only smile at how right it all felt. It wasn't normal, but neither was Orys, and the Gods adored him, so how could he be wrong? She could feel the approval of the Maiden herself in every action.
— Cersei Baratheon —
Well, there was no denying that Orys' endurance was as legendary as he was.
Arriving at his royal suite in the late morning, she mentally smiled in amusement at the fact that this was the first time she'd seen Orys not wake up with the sun. He was often an early riser, but not today. Not that anyone in the castle wasn't aware how late he went to bed.
Giving a nod to Balon Swann, she entered the suite with a calm smile. She had to wake the King for the day's events, after all. Today was the Day of the Maiden, which was mildly amusing given the belief that the Maiden represented innocence and chastity, both things that Margaery certainly wasn't this morning.
Entering the bedroom, she stared with satisfied eyes as she looked over the rumpled bedsheets and breathed in the heavy scent of sex. Orys was in the centre of the bed with Margaery resting her head on his chest and Moonshadow behind her, spooning against the future Queen. On Orys' other side, Bella laid a bit further up the bed with Orys' head buried between her breasts.
Clearing her throat, she took some amusement from the way the pile of flesh moved. Orys opened his eyes slowly, unbothered and unconcerned as he met her gaze. Moonshadow seemed equally unperturbed as she rose, not bothering to cover herself as she blinked slowly. Despite her reputation, she was clearly… well-satisfied, and Cersei could see semen drying on her breasts as the courtesan gathered her thoughts and then gave her a respectful bow.
Margaery and Bella, on the other hand, were far more jumpy as Bella practically fell out of the bed in her rush to rise, face burning as she stumbled and tripped over the sheets. As she spotted Cersei, Bella relaxed somewhat and let out a sigh of relief as she gave her a respectful bow, utterly nude with Orys' seed leaking down her thigh.
Margaery sprang up, one hand covering her breast as she looked around with bleary, tired eyes. Despite her tiredness, the girl had an… aura of complete satisfaction, almost glowing as she gave Cersei an embarrassed look, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Good morning," Orys grumbled, sitting up.
"Barely. I realise you had an active night, but you are expected to actually make an appearance at your own wedding," Cersei lightly scolded with an amused smile on her face. "As amusing as it would be to spend the Day of the Maiden in bed."
"The Maiden doesn't mind. I asked," Orys snorted, moving the sheets and rising from the bed with no shame as his cock swung with each step. Despite his active night, the sight of three naked bodies getting up had his manhood already hardening in response. "How late are we?"
"If you get ready now? Fashionably," Cersei replied in amusement. "If you don't get a move on? Insultingly."
"Appreciated, then," Orys groaned, running a hand through his hair. His body had several scratches and bitemarks across it, but he focused for a moment and a soft golden glow engulfed him and cleared up the signs of last night. "Bella, prepare my bath. Mother, have someone fetch Margaery one of her dresses. I assume Olenna has already picked one out?"
"Oh yes. It's pure white, giving off the image of a holy, untouched maiden that didn't spend the last night screaming her pleasure to the entire castle, Stone carries, dear," Cersei agreed in amusement. "I've already arranged for it to be brought here, and your bath is already prepared."
"Much appreciated, Lady Cersei," Margaery said gratefully, holding the sheet to her body with a blushing smile. Cersei gave the girl a curious look, her eyes flickering to the other two women. Margaery blushed a little deeper but held her head high, causing Cersei to give her a nod of respect.
Given that Margaery either invited or tolerated Bella joining them, the girl may be more of a potential ally than she'd expected. She didn't miss the way that Margaery's eyes trailed over something between Cersei and Orys, her eyes widening slightly before they narrowed in thought and Margaery gave her a return nod before dropping the sheet, exposing her used form.
"How much trouble is there going to be from our… impatience?" Orys asked with a stretch.
"Very little from your impatience. No matter how people try to word it, last night was your wedding night. Simply the first of seven," Cersei explained. "I've spoken to the High Septon, and ensured that the right rumours are spreading. What has drawn attention is the fact that multiple different feminine voices were heard. Your father is proud, and almost got into a fist fight with someone who implied you had done something wrong. I say almost because he threw a flagon at them and knocked them out before it could become a fight. That said, there have been a multitude of questions regarding the identity of the other participants."
"It's an open secret that the Tyrells hired Moonshadow to tutor Margaery thanks to her talkative cousins. There's no denying that this is a… unique wedding night, but her presence here is explainable," Orys replied, as she nodded. "Margaery, care to join me in the baths? Honestly, Dorne might be onto something with their water gardens. Something to think about later."
"Of course," Margaery agreed, rushing to his side as they shared a kiss. Well, as much as she could rush with her visible limp.
"I've delayed some of the events for today to buy you time, but you're expected at the wedding grounds within the next hour or two. Try not to get too distracted," Cersei warned, getting a sheepish grin from her son. "Do remember that this is the Day of the Maiden, Orys."
"As I said, she doesn't mind," Orys replied petulantly, as both he and Margaery emitted a soft golden light. "I intend to make sure people know that Margaery is also blessed by the Maiden, and they can whine all they want, it doesn't matter when the Goddess herself doesn't agree."
"A fair point, but people are rarely so rational," Cersei retorted bluntly.
Orys nodded in agreement at that as he led Margaery toward the bath, Bella following behind, ever eager to please. She rolled her eyes in amusement as the sound of light splashing slipped out, followed by a moan.
"Is that going to be a problem?" Cersei asked Moonshadow, staring at where Orys had clearly finished inside the courtesan.
"It will not. I have my ways of ensuring that even the most fertile seed doesn't take root, and I wouldn't endanger my position by the future Queen's side like that," Moonshadow assured as she pulled on her dress with grace.
"You intend to stick around, then?" Cersei asked, eyes narrowing in thought. The woman's aura showed ambition but not the type she was already used to seeing in the Highborn. After a moment, she understood.
"If her Ladyship permits it," Moonshadow replied, though whether she meant Cersei or Margaery was up for debate.
Braavosi courtesans were incredibly well trained in all manner of skills, including the arts, unlike a common whore, but their main draw was always going to be their beauty. And yet, beauty faded with time and while Moonshadow was by no means old, neither was she young anymore. In time, new younger courtesans would surpass her and she would fade out of popularity and no doubt have to find a new lifestyle, a new career or accept lower prices and more… common clientele.
Unless she ingratiated herself into the lives of a young, powerful and rapidly rising King and Queen. Countless Targaryen Kings had taken mistresses, and while Robert hadn't, few objected to his whoring either, especially when it was clear that she knew and often was the one to arrange it. In truth, many young highborn women had hoped to become his mistress but while he would have been willing to take them for a tumble, she didn't tolerate rivals.
Robert fucking a whore was no problem or threat, especially if she made sure no bastards resulted. Robert fucking a highborn girl and creating a bastard she couldn't so easily deal with was a problem. She couldn't pressure a daughter of a powerful family into taking moon tea if she didn't want to and a highborn bastard was a far greater threat than the child of a whore or smallfolk.
Which is why she ensured that Robert knew that if he wanted to get his dick wet, it would be with her or with whores or smallfolk that she'd personally vetted. No diseases, no threats, no ambitious bitches.
A part of her took offence to the woman seeing Orys as her exit strategy. Another part silenced that voice, reminding herself that encouraging Orys to take mistresses would only help her plans in the long run.
The Targaryens had claimed their bloodline made them so special that they were above many laws in their so-called Doctrine of Exceptionalism. Orys had that same blood from his father, as much as Robert hated that truth, and he was far more exceptional than any dragon King. It was only right that the world understood that he was equally above judgement.
"If you choose to follow this path, you are not to take any other… clients while in the service of my son," Cersei warned, getting a respectful bow from Moonshadow.
"Of course, my Lady," Moonshadow agreed serenely. "If you understood what I experienced last night, you'd understand my willingness to forgo any other clients. King Orys truly is a blessing upon the women of the world."
Her words were said with an almost playful giggle, but the way Moonshadow's hand touched above her womb with a far-off look in her eyes told a different tale. Nor did Cersei miss the way that Moonshadow's silvery aura had gained the soft outline of a stag's antlers hovering over it.
"He's one of a kind," Cersei acknowledged, permitting the woman to leave to join the trio already in the bath.
When they finally came out, and Margaery's limp seemed even more pronounced, Cersei said nothing. Margaery's face was stuck in a beaming smile, the look of a woman who had experienced true pleasure painted across her features.
"Should we go down separately or together?" Margaery asked, nuzzling into Orys' still bare chest.
"Together. People already know we were together, and confirming that rumour only helps us rather than risking that the gossipmongers claim that someone other than you was in my bed," Orys explained, spotting the clothes she picked out for him and giving her a grateful look as he parted from her to get dressed while Bella helped Margaery into her dress. "Do you want to speak to your family before we head down?"
"I suspect it'll be better that way," Margaery agreed with a fond sigh.
"Then I'll meet you at the Tyrell rooms, as interesting as it will be to see your father and brothers after last night," Orys chuckled, giving her a kiss which she eagerly returned.
"They won't say anything, if they know what is good for them. It's Grandmother I'm worried about," Margaery admitted with a laugh. "Until then, Orys."
"Until then," Orys agreed, watching her finish dressing with hungry eyes. As Margaery left, with Moonshadow following behind, Orys gave Bella a nod with Bella taking the hint and giving them some room.
Orys hadn't bothered to dress yet, still nude as that fat Baratheon cock hung between his legs. He truly did take after his father, though he had Robert beaten in that regard.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Cersei asked in amusement, getting a laugh from Orys.
"I think the entire Red Keep can account for the merriments of last night," Orys retorted with a proud smirk. Once again, it reminded her of Robert in all the best ways. "But yes, I rather did. Frankly, it was a nice change from spending my evenings dealing with budget reports and handling whatever mess the realm feels like throwing at me next."
"I told you that you work too hard," Cersei pointed out, well aware that she was staring right at his cock.
"Do you remember what you offered me, what you gave me, the night before I met Margaery?" Orys asked, his tone heavy as she nodded.
"I do," Cersei admitted, remembering that bold night. How things had changed, and yet not that much. "I offered to help you… learn how to handle a woman, Either by arranging something not unlike what the Tyrells did with Moonshadow, or by doing it myself. And I gave you my undergarments to try to tempt you."
Her tone was quiet, but with Mephala's blessing she was well aware when people could hear them. Nobody could hear her but Bella, and Bella would say nothing even if she was speaking loudly.
"Take them off and hand them to me again," Orys ordered, watching as she bunched her dress up around her waist and slowly peeled down the green lacy underwear, moving closer to offer them to him.
As he took them, he held them in front of his face for a moment and raised an eyebrow at the clear damp patch. Despite herself, she felt her face flush at his knowing smile and deepen as he brought it to his nose and breathed deep, taking her scent in.
"You aren't to wear any for today," Orys commanded.
"You want me to spend the Day dedicated to the maiden wearing nothing beneath my dress?" Cersei asked, her lips twitching.
"She still doesn't mind. Dibella is a… new type of Maiden," Orys chuckled. "Was that a refusal?"
"Of course not," Cersei reassured him, feeling her arousal dripping down her leg as she rubbed her thighs together.
"You once offered yourself to me, and I refused. If you ever do so again, I won't," Orys explained simply, moving forward with a confident stride, his cock swinging menacingly. "But as you yourself have said, I have places to be. Dress me."
Moving forward, she did as commanded, her hands brushing against his nude form as she prepared him for the day. He simply watched, almost judging eyes staring into her soul.
"Joffrey is a bastard," Cersei admitted, unable to stop herself as Orys' eyebrow rose. "I can't let him impregnate Sansa and risk his children becoming the next Lord Baratheon. Mephala knows how to make him impotent, but I need you to breed Sansa to fix my mistake."
"I see," Orys said simply, his lips pursing in thought before he chuckled. "I won't deny that cuckolding the little bastard would be… satisfying. This fixes your mistake in a single generation. I won't risk people finding out and this secret tearing House Baratheon apart."
"I could kill him," Cersei offered, but Orys shook his head.
"No. He's still my brother, half or not. Arrange the wedding between him and Sansa to take place after the situation in the North is settled. And keep him on a tighter leash so we don't have any other situations between the pair with Lady Catelyn here," Orys ordered calmly. "And the father?"
"Jaime," Cersei whispered. Orys paused, a momentary confusion crossing his face before he snorted.
"Clearly, you have a type. Should I warn Tommen?" Orys teased, and she merely rolled her eyes.
"Tommen is a boy, and I like men," Cersei pointed out, stroking his cheek.
"Fair enough. It's over, then?" Orys asked.
"It is. Has been for many years at this point," Cersei confirmed as Orys sighed. "His new bride is rumoured to be pregnant, if Tyrion is to be believed."
It made her… paranoid that Tywin had picked a bride with the same hair and eye colour as Cersei for Jaime. Was he subtly warning her that he knew of their past affair? If he did, he had said nothing but his disapproval rarely needed to be vocal.
"What a mess, but given what I did with Bella last night I can hardly judge, can I?" Orys finally said. "I'll handle it. Sansa's children will be Baratheons, with dark hair and blue eyes. It just skipped a generation, that's all," Orys promised.
"I've hinted to Sansa that she could find the love she wants… elsewhere, after their argument. She already wants you," Cersei admitted.
"At this point, Joffrey only has himself to blame. Sansa is a fine young woman that half the highborn boys in the Seven Kingdoms would fight for to have as a betrothed. Too bad his head is too far up his ass to see that," Orys shrugged. "I can handle the Starks, Sansa and her family. Now, I believe I have another day of socialising to get to. By the Gods, I can't wait for all this to be over so I can have a moment of peace."
With her shoulders lighter now that someone shared her deepest secret, she helped him finish dressing and escorted him to meet his wife-to-be.
Mace and Willas struggled to make eye contact with Orys, and Garlan simply seemed happy that he'd been busy with the Goldcloaks last night and hadn't been in the castle.
Olenna seemed entirely too smug.
— King Orys Baratheon —
As it turns out, the Gods continue to play their games.
While our festivities were heard by the Red Keep, it seems that Dibella is more active than most of the Gods so far. Or at least more vocal.
Multiple Septa's have all claimed to have received visions in the night from a white-clad Maiden of incredible beauty, and while the Most Devout are still squabbling over the exact meaning, they seem to agree that it is approving and encouraging of the lovemaking that went on last night. I'm just surprised Dibella bothered to put on clothes for the visions. She never does when she appears in my mind.
"May I borrow you for a dance, Your Grace?" Arianne's voice asks, pulling me out of my musing. As it turns out, making a day of celebration based around chastity is actually rather hard so today seemed to have a heavy focus on dancing and beauty.
Which means my feet are going to hurt when I'm done here.
"If your betrothed doesn't mind, of course," Arianne continues with her almost purring tone.
"By all means, Princess Arianne. Do return him in one piece, I still have need of him," Margaery giggles, which catches Arianne off guard as I rise and offer her my hand. The healing of Willas has done much to lessen the Tyrells' hatred of all things Dornish. Not of Oberyn himself, but it has… relaxed the long-standing feud.
"I'll be most gentle," Arianne promises, a thoughtful look crossing her face. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Mellario sitting with the Dornish invasion. Or maybe it's an infestation. Every time I look back, there's more of them. I still don't know who most of these people actually are, despite having studied the Dornish House crests after it became clear that my castle was becoming the number one Dornish vacation destination.
"Not too gentle, I hope," I whisper, flirting back for once as she pauses and even stumbles slightly. I catch her, my hand on the small of her back as I lead her out onto the dance floor. It's nice to be on the other side of this, for a change because Arianne doesn't seem to quite know how to react to the change.
"I heard you had quite the interesting night, Your Grace," Arianne purrs as I lead her. Grandfather made sure that I wouldn't make a fool of myself at the countless parties that a King will have to attend, and I barely need Dibella's guidance to put on quite the show. "You must be quite the… dancer."
"And a talented conversationalist. Margaery certainly had no complaints about my oral talents," I agree, once again catching her off guard as she misses a step. If I happened to time it to a moment when the dance was going through a complicated step, it was entirely accidental, I can assure you. I don't let her embarrass herself by tripping, catching and guiding her again.
Despite her usual confidence, she goes quiet for the rest of our dance, even keeping a respectful distance instead of pushing her breasts against me like usual. Funnily enough, her mother is far more provocative when I dance with my newest Small Council member.
But the Dornish being Dornish doesn't get any real raised eyebrows, because people have had to get used to them with Oberyn practically moving in. Well, moving into one of the brothels at least.
Spotting him, he raises his goblet in a mock salute. As if to prove my point, his hand is currently inside Ellaria's dress as he openly gropes her breast. I'm fairly certain she's jerking him off under the table. It's shifted her dress enough that her nipple is openly on show, much to the scowling of many of the non-Dornish highborn at this crude showing during the Day of the Maiden.
I wonder how they'd feel to know that Dibella only disapproves because Ellaria is dressed at all.
In truth, his antics do good work to help draw the whispering away from the way I'm dancing with his goodsister. I didn't miss that Oberyn is at a great distance from Mellario's 'group'. Oberyn and his Sand Snakes are almost at the other side of the party from Mellario and the Dornish Highborn.
As I part ways with Mellario, I face my most dangerous trial yet. Dancing with Arya and Myrcella in a way that keeps my feet in one piece.
— Bonus Scene — Ramsay Bolton
Clutching his eye, he let out a scream of pain and confusion as he ripped out the arrow. Despite his supernatural healing, his eye remained ruined as he cried out in pain.
Violet rushed to his side, calling for the thralls to bring him a blood bag and he quickly bit down on the slave and drained them dry. And yet… his vision remained dark in his right eye.
This- this wasn't supposed to happen!
His father had sent him to capture Hornwood to make it more difficult for the inevitable response from the South to attack Dreadfort. Under the cover of night, it should have been an easy raid.
Fleeing into the forest, he stared at the arrow with his single good eye, noticing its white wood, and the way that the tip itself was made of carved wood…
Weirwood?
His already dead heart went cold, letting out a snarl of anger in realisation. His father had claimed they'd be unbeatable, but clearly that wasn't the case as he grabbed his bow and shot the arrow at one of his… children, watching it pierce the heart.
He'd taken arrows, spears and swords to the heart without concern. It was with rage and a hint of fear that he watched his child die from a single weirwood arrow.
"Dog!" Ramsay called, watching his favourite victim come from the tree line. "Take this to my father, tell him that it can kill our kind. Go straight there, no diversions."
The Stark Bastard scowled at him, he scowled a lot, but Ramsay's control over his thralls was absolute and all Dog could do was take the arrow and start the run back to Winterfell.
Glaring into the distance at the triumphantly standing Hornwood, he let out a roar of anger. The sun would rise soon, and he couldn't risk being on the attack when it rose.
He'd… failed? No, not yet.
"Ram, get over here," Ramsay snarled, wiping the blood from his face.
"Hodor?" his giant pet asked, lumbering forward.
"Attack," Ramsay ordered with a hateful glare, his monster charging forward with a roar.