A few moons prior FLASH BACK
295 AC
Artys was unnerved by the Lannister charm offensive he had received at The Rock. The queen had even danced with him and given a charming smile when she caught Artys's eyes lingering on her bodice. They must be up to something; Artys's star had risen high, and instead of trying to squash him, they were embracing him. Arty had complicated feelings toward Myrcella .The Princess was the key to many of his future plans, and the girl was in love with him, but trust was in short supply in medieval politics, and he couldn't risk it. He needed eyes on the Lannister camp. It is time to see if the seed he had planted had taken root.
In the cellar of Chataya's brothel, Artys took off Marei's blindfold. She saw him for the first time, and her emerald eyes grew as wide as saucers. "My lord," she breathed. Artys cupped her mouth and smiled, "No names, always assume someone is listening. You have proven yourself most capable, Marei, but the plan begins now. Take Alyssane to where you have been taking her for the past week." Artys explained the rest of the plan.
Dark R 18 ( Evil manipulation not for everybody)
Marei, her eyes gleaming with mischief, took Alyssane to the godswood under the cover of night, as they had done many times over the past few weeks. The moon cast a silvery glow through the canopy, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. They sat beneath an ancient tree, its gnarled roots stretching out like welcoming arms. Marei leaned in close, her breath hot against Alyssane's ear as she whispered soft, seductive words.
"Relax, my lady," Marei murmured, her fingers gently tracing the line of Alyssane's jaw. "Let me take care of you." With a deft touch, she unlaced Alyssane's bodice, her ample breasts spilling out. Marei's eyes never left the younger woman's face, gauging her reactions. Alyssane's breaths came in soft gasps as Marei's lips found her neck, kissing and sucking gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Marei's tongue darted out, teasing Alyssane's ear, her fingers deftly exploring the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Alyssane squirmed, her body responding to Marei's touch, even as her mind raced with a mix of curiosity and fear. Marei's lips found Alyssane's, her kiss deep and passionate, her tongue exploring every corner of her mouth.
As Alyssane melted into the kiss, Marei's fingers found their way to her most intimate place, teasing her slit through the thin fabric of her small clothes. Alyssane gasped, her hips bucking against Marei's hand, her body betraying her innocence. Marei, with a wicked smile, began to pleasure Alyssane, her fingers and tongue working in tandem, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.
Suddenly, Marei's smile turned wicked, and she moved lower, her lips trailing kisses down Alyssane's neck, her collarbone, her cleavage. She pushed up Alyssane's skirt, her hands exploring the soft skin of her thighs, her touch both gentle and insistent. Alyssane's breaths came in short gasps, her body tensing with anticipation and fear.
Marei's lips found the sensitive skin of Alyssane's inner thighs, her tongue darting out to tease and taste. She looked up at Alyssane, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as she begged, "May I, my lady? May I taste your cunt? Let me make you feel pleasure like you've never known."
Alyssane nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of innocence and curiosity, her body responding to Marei's touch, her words. Marei smiled wickedly and began to lick and suck, her tongue exploring every inch of Alyssane's most intimate place, her fingers teasing and pleasuring, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.
Alyssane's cries of pleasure filled the air, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm, her hips bucking against Marei's mouth, her hands fisting in her hair, urging her on, begging for more.
Artys had planned to catch them in the act, to use this moment of vulnerability to his advantage. He emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding and imposing. Alyssane's eyes widened in shock and fear, the color draining from her beautiful face, leaving it pale as the moon.
Artys, his voice low and dangerous, spoke, "Lady Alyssane, is that you? I am going Make sure your betrothed, Tyrek, knows every detail of your little escapade here tonight. He may be too young to understand, but I am sure Lord Tywin would suffer such slights to his nephew."
Alyssane's face paled further, her eyes filling with tears as the weight of her situation dawned on her. "Please, my lord," she begged, her voice trembling. Marei stepped between him and her, "It was me, my lord. Please leave Lady Alyssane be. She is a kind and good lady. Please do with me what you will." Marei said with fear in her voice and cunning in her eyes.
Smart girl, Artys thought. This way, she could still be in Lady Alyssane's good graces—a classic good cop, bad cop routine. Artys felt his breeches tighten; he had just planned to blackmail the girl, but now he wanted a taste.
"No, Marei! Please, I... I didn't mean for this to happen. Please, don't tell anyone. I'll do anything, just please, have mercy," Alyssane pleaded.
Arty's lips curled into a cruel smile as he approached her, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Anything, you say? Very well. But first, let's see what you have to offer. Strip for me, slowly. Show me those big breasts. Let's see if you're worth the trouble."
Alyssane's hands shook as she began to undress, her fingers fumbling with the laces of her bodice. The summer night air was cool against her skin, and she could feel the gooseflesh rising as she bared herself to Arty's gaze. Her breasts spilled out, full and round, her nipples hard and erect in the cool air. She stood there, her body trembling with soft sobs, her arms wrapped around herself in a futile attempt at modesty.
"Why are you hiding them? You flaunt them at court; you like the attention, don't you, slut?" Arty circled her like a predator, his eyes roving over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her flesh. "You're a wanton girl, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice low and dangerous. He pulled her to him, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent. She smelled of roses and lilacs. "I have wanted you, Alyssane. You are a rare beauty; had i known you were a whore."
Marei interjected, "Please, my Lord, my Lady is a maid. Take me instead."
"Shut up, slut! and stay there " Arty said in a hoarse voice to Marei. He grabbed Alyssane's breasts, such soft handfuls. She sobbed softly as he ran his thumbs over her dark pink nipples, which were hardened to points. "Looking for a good fucking under the moon? Well, you've found it. And you're going to like it, aren't you? You're going to beg for more."
Alyssane shook her head, her tears streaming down her face, her voice a broken whisper. "No, my lord, please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I won't do it again. Please, just let me go."
Arty's laughter was cruel, his hands rough as they grabbed her, his touch bruising and demanding. "You'll do as I say, or I'll make sure everyone knows what a little slut you are. You're going to spy on the princess and the queen for me. You're going to report back everything you hear, everything you see. And if you don't, I'll make sure the whole castle knows all about your little escapades."
Alyssane nodded, her body shaking with sobs as Arty's hands roughly grabbed her hair and kissed her, bruising and demanding. "Please, my lord, I beg of you, be gentle," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. But Arty was far from gentle. He tore at her clothes, his movements rough and impatient. Alyssane cried out in pain as he entered her, her virginity taken with a brutal thrust. She begged and pleaded, her tears streaming down her face, but Arty showed no mercy, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, his hands gripping her flesh like a vice.
After the brutal act, Artys softened his tone, his voice taking on a gentle, almost tender quality. He cupped Alyssane's face, his thumbs brushing away her tears, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that was almost hypnotic.
"Shh, my dear," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "It's alright. I know it hurts, but it's over now. You did so well, so bravely. I'm proud of you."
Alyssane looked at him, her eyes wide and confused, her body still trembling from the aftermath. She had expected more cruelty, more shame, but this... this was something else entirely. Something that made her heart race and her mind spin.
Arty pulled her into his arms, holding her close, his hands stroking her back in a soothing rhythm. "You're mine now, Alyssane," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I will take care of you, protect you. No one will ever hurt you again. You have my word."
Alyssane's sobs subsided, her body melting into his embrace, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so completely at someone else's mercy. And yet, there was something in Arty's words, in his sapphire blue eyes, that made her feel safe, cherished, even loved.
"Please, my lord," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What do you want from me? just tell me what to do."
Arty pulled back, his eyes searching hers, a soft smile playing on his lips. "All I want is your loyalty, your obedience, your trust. I want you to be my eyes and ears. I want to know what the Lannisters are doing, especially the queen. I want you by Myrcella's side all the time, and I want you to report back to me everything you hear, everything you see. And in return, I will give you everything you could ever want. Power, influence, protection. You will never want for anything again. It pains me to see you hurt, my sweet."