Sorry about the fake update last week. I scheduled a couple of chapters to go up while I was on vacation and screwed up one of them, so a Fifth Master chapter ended up getting posted to this story. That's my bad.
"What?" Percy said.
He could feel Obara's breath on his lips, warm and sticky. Her leather was tough even with clothes between his skin and its rough edges. As they rolled on the floor her ponytail had come loose, leaving hair scattered behind her head. Up this close, he could see that her dark eyes were flecked with lighter specks bordering on gold.
"Fuck me," Obara said.
"No, I heard you. I meant, why?"
"Because you're strong," Obara growled. "I'm not like my sisters. Nymeria looks for frivolous things in men, from how they look to how they use their words. She thinks about the family of their birth and the weight of their purse. Tyene only thinks about her own fun, a fun found in cheap things. Romance and debauchery set her heart beating in equal measure. There is only one thing that makes my heart race. The feeling of my spear, clashing against a worthy blade."
"I'm still a little lost," Percy said.
Obara sighed like he'd been knocked in the head. She pulled him lower, her voice hitting a deeper timbre.
"I won't take a lover weaker than me. In the courtyard, you saw the standard of men here! They're weak, unlike you, and I can wait no longer. I need you, because I cannot rely on anyone else for this."
One of her hands let go of Percy's collar, reaching for his crotch. He didn't dodge, partially to see if she was going to follow through. She did. Obara grabbed his bulge without a dash of shame, using the softness of his pants to get her fingers all the way around his growing cock.
"Give this to me and spare me nothing, just as you did with your sword," she said.
"I thought you hated me," Percy said.
"If you had been all talk, I would've run you through. But you weren't."
"So now you want me to run you through. That's a turnaround."
"Do you always speak so much?" Obara asked.
"Kind of. I've been told it can be annoying."
"It can be," Obara said. "Especially when you run your gums while my cunt goes un-fucked."
"Did you know you're not very ladylike— Oof!"
Percy's joke ended as Obara squeezed. Her fingers constricted on his cock with crushing force. Obara's grip met her match and her fingers failed to touch around his girth, only working her up more. Obara hissed some kind of Dornish curse, something about a venomous snake that Percy could only translate literally.
"Too much talking." When she saw Percy open his mouth to say something else, she gave his cock a twist. It hurt. Percy hissed again and grabbed her wrists, pinning Obara's hands above her head. She grinned at him. "What are you going to—"
She stopped short, clenching her teeth as Percy thrust. There was no penetration with their clothes in the way. Still, he slid between her legs and performed one of the motions Arianne loved so dearly. The powerful downward move ground his bulge onto one of the least-armored portions of Obara's figure— the bottom of her crotch.
His cock's shape scraped across the outside of her clothes. He could see that she felt it. Obara bit down, her eyebrows meeting as her forehead scrunched. A second later Percy did the same thing again, dry humping Obara through their outfits. Her arms were stuck above her head, helpless to break free. She tried and found Percy's grip too strong. Obara beat on his hips with her muscular thighs while Percy humped her over and over.
"Are you ever going to fuck me!" she hissed.
"You're impatient," Percy said. "So was Arianne, but at least she knew how to take her time with this."
"My cousin is soft," Obara bit out.
"Extremely," Percy said. "Especially around here."
He let go of Obara's wrists and put his hands on her breasts. They were smaller than Arianne's but larger than Tyene's, covered under a hard exterior of leather. That leather bent easier than it was meant to under Percy's grip, letting him get some groping of his own in.
"Nn~!" Obara moaned.
Percy laughed in disbelief. The sound was shockingly maiden-like, something Obara realized, a blush landing on her tanned cheeks.
She used her freed hands to hide her embarrassment. Grabbing Percy, she rolled him over, getting on top. Percy didn't let her have it easy. The two of them rolled in an awkward path around the spacious room. When Obara realized that Percy wouldn't let himself be mounted easily, she pawed at his clothes and yanked his shirt off. Percy let her, pinning her on her stomach long enough to unstrap her leather top in reply.
She smelled of sand. Not the rolling dunes and their dry heat, but the thin layer of grit that filled the courtyard. Polish used to make spears glisten had been worked under her nails and into her palms, becoming her personal perfume. When her top had come off, Percy tore away the tight underclothes that clung to her upper half.
There was nowhere for Obara to turn away. He was on top of her again, her back pinned to the floor, this time with Percy bringing his mouth to her nipples, dark circles with thick nubs in the shape of olives. When she tried to scratch his exposed back, Percy held her wrists down beside her. He got his first taste of Obara's flesh. A little salty, but her breasts were the softest part of her.
She breathed deeply and slowly, fighting not to release her voice. It didn't work. Once again, a moan got out. "Nn~"
Obara found a second wind and fought back. She used her lower body, locking her ankles behind Percy's waist and hauling him sideways.
She remembered that the last time she tried this it hadn't gone well. This time, she scrambled not to let him flip them over again. Obara spun around quickly, planting her lower body on top of Percy's face, trapping his head between her muscular thighs. Not only did it buy her a moment on top, it kept her hands free.
Percy's shirt was long gone, thrown so far that it had ended up draped on the spear rack. Obara wanted to send his pants the same way, grabbing at them with the intent to strip them away.
The bulge she'd squeezed was still there. As if mining gold, Obara threw apart the chords that kept Percy's pants fastened, excavating his cock. Without his pants tamping it down, the phallic shape bobbed up at an angle. Obara ate it whole.
Her tits were on Percy's stomach, toward the bottom. He could feel her nipples, still moist from the touch of his tongue. It was her turn to smear saliva on her body as she gobbled his cock into her mouth. Unsurprisingly, Obara's blowjob was delivered aggressively.
She didn't have Dyanna's precision, Arianne's natural ability, or Tyene's dirty creativity. Obara's approach had the delicacy of a mace. She went fast and pushed herself hard, treating her throat like a training dummy with Percy's cock as the spear. The noises were loud and wet. Percy thought she might've been tearing up. It was hard to tell because spit was flying everywhere each time she jerked her head forward, sending droplets everywhere.
Percy's vision was heavily obscured. Obara's legs were walling his face in, with her crotch pressing down on the tip of his nose. Percy was only mildly surprised to feel moisture. Obara's pussy had drooled enough to soak into the thin leather underneath it. She had really enjoyed it when Percy humped her. Knowing what he knew of her, the downstairs drooling could've been from the wrestling. It might've even started during their duel.
He curled his fingers under the rim of her pants. Intent on pulling her pants down, Percy gave a first tug. It took a couple of heaves to peel her clothing away, given the position they were in, and when it finally slid loose it scraped Percy's face uncomfortably on its way past. Fortunately, her smallclothes went with her pants. Percy slapped his hands on Obara's ass, discovering another place where she was soft like her cousin. He introduced his tongue to her vulva.
The last time he was in a position like this had been with Dyanna on the night before she left Wylmouth. She'd been a lot gentler than Obara. Percy hadn't been so rough either— he was licking Obara's slit like he was cleaning out a mango peel. On the ship journey to Sunspear, Percy had considered asking Arianne to try something like this, but worried that he'd end up suffocating beneath her pillowy softness.
Obara was soft, but hard as a board in other places. Percy could feel her washboard stomach and was well aware how stiff her muscled thighs were. Her hair was brushing against his legs, thrown out of shape in a hanging mess. She was taking less of his cock than Tyene — maybe only a third — but she was moving her head fast. Taking a hand off her ass, Percy brought it down on the cheek it'd been grabbing.
Smack! Waves passed through the cheek, emanating from the spot Percy hit. He put all his strength into it knowing Obara would stab him if he did any less.
She loved it. Percy tasted something salty on his tongue. A second later it was running along his taste buds and leaking into his mouth. Obara had cum. Of course being struck would put her over the edge.
She pulled her head back, separating from Percy's cock more by necessity than choice. She made a deep, satisfied noise. Then she swallowed the sound, trying to hide it.
"Cum already!" Obara said.
Percy's tongue retreated into his mouth. When Obara's lips reconnected with his cock, she found his legs hooked behind her head.
"Hurk?"
Percy's calves, crossed in the shape of an 'x', pushed on her scalp. Obara was forced down, caught in a grip where she couldn't pull off his cock if she wanted to. She still didn't take all of it, only about half. Percy flexed his glutes. When he did, his cock pushed an inch deeper into her throat. When his glutes relaxed, that inch was rescinded, only to be driven back in with another flex. These little thrusts made Obara's neck bulge. Even though the movements were small, the tightness of her throat caused a stirring in Percy's balls. Obara's gurgles helped it along as they turned him on.
Even without his tongue licking her folds, Obara came again. It splattered on Percy's face and dripped into his mouth, returning the salty taste of her arousal to his waiting tongue. She was stopped-up. Percy might've guessed, given what she said to him. She had a strange list of requirements for lovers that only a few men could pass, and one of those few was her father. Even the Martells wouldn't go that far. Obara's options were about as limited as Grover's in a butcher shop.
Percy squeezed with his legs. He flexed his glutes for all they were worth. His dick gained another half-inch inside the slick tunnel of her throat.
Obara snorted. She was flexing her nostrils to get a breath in. That worked against her when Percy came. Most went down her throat. Some spurted out of her nose, running down her face. Percy saw it all when he relaxed his legs and rolled out from under Obara, leaving her on the floor.
Percy got his feet underneath him, crouching with his hardened cock dripping between his thighs. Obara was on her stomach, holding her torso up with one hand, her face dripping more than Percy's cock. Spit and cum were mixed together. She was naked unless you counted the leather pants caught between her knees and her calves. Her ass was one broad curve that sloped far away from her muscled back. In the front, her breasts were hanging toward the floor, past which washboard abs were visible. She was older than Percy, close to her mid twenties, a maturity that showed in her strongly-jawed face. She had her thick eyebrows and prominent nose, beautiful the way a well-sculpted statue might be.
"Are you just going to look at me?" Obara challenged. It would take more than a sip of cum to drench her spirit.
"Are you just going to lie there?" Percy returned.
Obara sneered. Her eyes told the full story. They were alight, more passionate than angry. She rolled over, propping herself on her knees and facing her back end toward Percy. She kicked her pants off like a donkey, one leg at a time. A single strand of clear arousal hung from her slit, swaying slightly from her movements.
Obara Sand, proud warrior, accepted defeat with an arched back and her chin on the floor.
"Don't talk," she said. "Fuck."
Percy spanked her. She growled, any enjoyment she got from the fresh handprint canceled out by her frustration that his dick still wasn't inside her. Percy was starting to share her frustration. To fix it, he grabbed Obara's strong hips right where her body bent in toward her moderately thick waist.
Her soaked pussy accepted Percy's cock like it was created for the purpose.
"Mm!" Obara grunted. She didn't have a hymen to break but something about the sound caught Percy's attention.
"You're a virgin."
"So?" Obara challenged.
"But you didn't bleed."
"My maidenhead was given to a rough saddle. Such a delicate thing has no place on a warrior's body. Now go!"
Percy thrust again, easing into a rhythm. He started slow and some of Obara's hunger was sated, but not much. Percy conceded that virgin or not, of course that wouldn't be her style.
He sped up, slamming against her upper thighs. His fingers tightened on her hips. Percy pushed his weight forward, stretching Obara until her back was arched as far as it could go. She was flexible. Training her body yielded results with helpful side effects in times like this.
"Do you think me made of glass? Fuck me!"
Percy rolled his eyes. Obara would have been more convincing if each of her pants weren't punctuated by moans. Her pussy gripped his cock the way her hands would hold a spear shaft, cumming on him while in the same breath she gasped: "Harder!"
Percy obliged. He let go of her waist and put his hands on her back. One was on her spine just above her ass, the other pressed between her shoulder blades. Percy kept Obara against the floor. His cock went deep, hitting her fleshy walls with force that wouldn't let her stay quiet.
He peeled away the hand between Obara's upper back. Percy slowly turned his hand over, wrapping it with Obara's dark hair until the locks were coiled around his fingers. When the tension was nice and tight, Percy hauled backwards.
Obara exhaled sharply. Her palms slapped the floor as she caught her own weight. Percy kept her hair in his grasp like a leash. He made her back straighten.
"Is that all you've got?" Obara hissed. "I barely — ngh! — feel a thing!"
Percy spanked her. He was already still holding her hair with his other hand. Since Obara wanted it rough, he slapped her ass three more times, before landing similar blows on the outside of her thigh. Each sting she experienced made Obara's pussy squeeze him tighter.
"I admit it!" she gasped. "You're a warrior fit to be called a man! So act as a man and treat me as your woman! Fill my cunt as you did my mouth! Give me a daughter, the way my father did to my mother, so that she too might choose the spear!"
"We met this week," Percy grunted.
"I wouldn't care if we met today, or if we never met again! Sow your seed, Perseus! Take your prize!"
Percy's cock burst. With his teeth clenched, he did not take his prize. He did the sensible thing in the face of Martell insanity and pulled his cock from Obara's moist confines. She felt his cum land down her back.
As he came, Percy's grip on Obara's hair loosened enough for her to turn her head toward him.
"Coward," Obara said.
Percy rolled his eyes. Earlier, Obara admitted she'd been willing to kill him if his skills didn't impress her. He'd watched her embarrass knights for the fun of it and seen her interest in him grow to obsession as soon as he put her on her ass. Arianne's affection for her cousin wasn't enough to convince him Obara was a good person, definitely not enough to trust her as a mother to his own child.
"Call it what you want," he said.
Obara dropped to the floor, leaning on her hip, touching her fingers to her back. They spread out, rubbing the cum that had landed there. She was neither scowling nor smiling. Flicking up, her eyes met Percy's.
"No matter," she said. "You are my father's squire and my cousin's sworn sword. Your fate is in Sunspear, and for now, mine is as well. Plenty of time for you to find your courage."
Her hand snaked toward his cock. To stroke it, twist it, or pull it Percy didn't know— he slapped her hand away and stopped her. Obara grinned. He wondered if it was going to turn into another game, but she rolled to her feet and stood up with her back and ass to him. Cum ran in trails along her chiseled lats. She looked back with one hand on her hip and discharge dripping down the inside of her thighs.
"If you ever get sick of the cuddling that my cousin considers sex and want to put your manhood to its true use, find my door. It won't be locked."
Obara sauntered around the room on slightly shaky legs, donning her clothes without even toweling herself off. She gave Percy a last look before she left, smacking her own ass while holding eye contact. As she walked out, Percy wondered how much the guards outside had been able to hear.
O-O-O
Percy must've looked dazed when he visited Arianne's room that afternoon, after his squire duties were finished. She'd been sewing, but once she laid eyes on him she set that aside and came to him. Arianne touched his shoulder.
"Did my uncle make you drink his wine for him? You're half in a stupor."
"Your cousin wants me to knock her up," Percy said.
"Which one?"
It was a valid question, and when he realized that, Percy couldn't help but sigh.
"Have you realized the Sand Snakes are a little bit insane?"
"It would be boring if they weren't, given their father," Arianne said. "Now tell me, who is begging to become a mother? This has the makings of very good gossip."