Robert sunk his fingers into that honey-like softness, shaping her sweetly curving mounds, molding them to his need. They were voluptuous, enough for both his hands to feel the pale mounds of fragrant flesh comfortably filling up his palms. He played with her nipples between his fingers and kissed her neck as he took in her scented perfume. He started to feel the craving within him, wanting to be engulfed by this beauty's embrace.
It genuinely confused him that whores could be this beautiful; sweet fairy and alluring siren, wrapped up in one ethereal body. In Westeros, she'd have been the focus of half the realm. Every knight and lord would want to bind her in a union, exchanging vows in front of the Septon.
"How old are you, Rhaea?"
"Mmm…" Rhaea, clearly aroused by his pinches on her pink tips, murmured in response. "Two and twenty."
Robert's rapidly growing erection swelled to full mast as he felt her velvety skin against it. It throbbed on her back, as if calling out for her attention.
"Where are you from?"
"Lys."
Robert stopped teasing her aching peaks and slid one hand between her legs. He felt her feminine core, warm and tight enough for his pleasure. He trailed his finger on her slit, tickling in between her heavenly gates, and felt a twitch in response.
"Ah, Lys," Robert remembered Lynesse. "Let's move on to the bed."
Robert stood up swiftly and offered a hand to help her up, too. He stepped out of the tub and pulled her along eagerly before throwing her onto the soft bed on her back.
The young woman giggled sweetly as her body bounced a little on the bed. Her striking blue eyes looked at him with a seductive gaze. She wiggled her legs, scooting up to lay her head on the pillows, her shimmering hair spread like a halo over her.
Robert crawled on top of her and admired her exquisite body, her now rosy face contrasting with her white hair was a sight he thought he'd never see after the end of Targaryens. Her skin was soft and creamy, her body perfect in every way. He had to agree that Valyrians were blessed with beauty, even their descendants were this beautiful.
The urge to devour her whole was already tugging at his loins, persistently pushing him to stop admiring and take her right then and there.
"Don't mind if I'm a little rough."
Robert knelt between her legs, spreading them slowly as his palms tasted the smooth, silky skin of her toned calves and squishy thighs. He leaned forward over her small frame, his mouth savoring her plump mound. He could feel her body trembling as he suckled, rolling her hardened nipple gently with his tongue.
"Ummmpph…" Rhaea mewled.
He loved the whines she made while he spoiled her pale skin with red marks, framing her hardened peak with imprints of his teeth. He licked up her slender neck, tasting her quivering body and reaching for her glistening lips.
His swollen member, meanwhile, probed the entrance of her femininity. His girthy cunt-tamer teased her with what was about to come, pressing onto her soaked portals and teasing her sensitive little nub as it rubbed up and down. His bulbous crown parted her needy lower lips gently each time, peeking in ever so lightly.
"Y-You're big, Master," Rhaea murmured, watching his big body loom over her, feeling stretched open by the weight of his pelvis between her legs.
"Aye… so they say," Robert smirked a little with pride, then started lowering his hips to push into her sweltering depths.
He carefully pushed past her resisting muscles, feeling the tight, gripping sensation struggle to stretch around his girth. The lubrication from her body slowly seeped through, slathering around his cock with silky warmth. He groaned at how unyielding her smothering walls were. The otherworldly sensation was too good. He was so helplessly aroused by the slender body impaled on his cock that he felt almost out of his mind, couldn't imagine lasting long.
"Oh Gods!" Rhaea let out a gasping wince as Robert pushed in bit by bit.
She could feel her petals stretched beyond anything she had ever felt before. The slight pain and burst of pleasure had been unexpected, and when it slowly came spearing in, she let out another moan of pleasure. He was still quite a few inches from being completely inside her, but she already felt utterly full. Her small palms gripped his large arms, instinctively struggling to accept all of him.
But Robert grabbed her hands and threw them above her head, keeping them there with his wide palm locking her wrists together. He looked at her face, scrunching his brows as he felt the tightness of her cunt suffocating his throbbing hardness. He kept pushing in, inch by agonizing inch, and watching her blue eyes clenched shut.
After what felt like days of struggling, finally, his restless cockhead felt the deep end of her pleasurable maze. Robert's titan-sized cock was fully inside the quivering woman. Not wanting to wait anymore, he started thrusting, craving to feel every nook and cranny of her massaging walls. He showed no mercy, and he saw no reason to.
"Ooohh… Master! Yes, Yo—ur so… Big! So—Good!" Rhaea's moan changed in pitch, gasping with each of his thrusts. She felt nothing but the cock driving roughly in and out of her pussy, grinding in and out with an ever-increasing pace.
Robert's plunges kept pushing her lighter body upwards on the bed, further and further until her head started hitting the headboard of the bed. But he didn't care, thoroughly ravishing the beauty under him. He shoved in as deep as he could, hard and relentless. His cock struck the entrance of her womb over and over, his pelvis slapping onto her reddened flesh.
"Ah Ah Ah….. Mast—tahhh! Take meehhh yes…!" Rhaea started to babble incoherently, praising and worshiping her master for the night. But she had no idea what she was saying and neither did anyone else, drawing in the blissful strikes of his cock on her cervix.
At that point, Robert felt like he needed more.
Reluctantly, he stopped drilling into Rhaea's soaking pussy, and rolled back of her sensually, heaving body.
He pulled Rhaea up to sit, while he lay down on the bed, head towards the footside. He spread his legs and guided her with his rough palms on her glistening, soft hips. He pulled her down to sit on his lap, his cock piercing her from below like a blunt pike between her marshmallowy thighs.
"Oooh!!" Rhaea threw her head back and cried out. That stuffing sensation once again threatened to split her apart, her hands clenching the headboard behind her with a tight grip.
Robert's hands clenched harder on the sides of her waist, his fingers leaving red, possessive marks. He commanded her body to move up and down with his hands, his hips thrusting up repeatedly like a madman. He was going to make her fuck herself on his jolting cock, utterly enjoying each moment. The sight of his immense cock disappearing into that flushed pussy excited him; her breasts, even more magnificent as they jolted and thrashed about.
His whore, stuffed utterly to breaking point with cock.
Rhaea gripped the headboard even harder and used it to hoist herself up and down on his unrelenting cock. Robert's large hand gripping her waist made her feel so delicate, a doll willingly bent to his will.
She loved the way her petals stretched, sliding over the bumps of his large cock, feeling thoroughly aroused. She wanted more and more of that feeling, jolting up and down on her knees, chasing that wondrous feeling as she started to sweat.
Eventually, Rhaea felt the exhaustion, her knees buckling when she moved. But she didn't want to stop, not when the source of her pleasure was still standing strong between her weak legs. She leaned down and hugged Robert's face, smothering him between her cloud-like breasts and her chin. She allowed him to take control, his majestic cock churning up into her persistently.
Robert made her stay like that, his hands clenching her round soft ass while his cock still pistoned upwards into her furnace. He easily slammed her lower body up and down on his cock, striking deep, so deep she didn't know it was even possible. Her weight was nothing for him to play with.
The bed creaked loudly, as if it could break at any moment.
Robert, like the beast he was, kept going for more than an hour. Even when she had climaxed thrice, even when she started begging for mercy in a sinful contradicting tone, even when all that came out of her were whispering, throaty moans. He bit her tender swells but never kissed her lips. He fucked her wildly, spoiling the beauty into a blathering mess.
Rhaea felt shocked by how a man could hold so much strength and desire. She feels sore and her pussy was ruined for good. Her nails scratched his back in utter ecstasy, hugging him tighter onto her bosom. Her back stiffened up uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure coursing through her body.
"Ahhhhhhhh!! Go–ods!!" With one last, loud cry for deliverance, she came bursting forth like an unholy fountain. Almost passing out and moaning onto the crook of his neck, shivering from the pure bliss.
She was so loud Robert knew the entire building heard her.
Finally, Robert rolled her nearly-limp body off his cock with ease and stood between her legs on his knees, her gaping, rosy cunt thoroughly swollen and flushed.
He stroked himself quickly, capturing that last threshold of pure pleasure. Grimacing, he unleashed massive blobs of load all over her pale, heaving belly, her tits, her face, and her silky hair. So many strings of cum splattered out that he himself felt shocked by his pent-up need.
Feeling the exhaustion seeping into his bones, he dropped his body down beside her.
Rhaea, knowing her duty, crawled to the side of his waist and used a cloth to clean him, something of an extra service for such a good fuck. Once she cleaned herself too, she also plopped down beside his large frame, hugging his body and resting her face on his shoulder.
She kissed his bearded cheek and giggled. "This was the most amazing night of my life."
Robert laughed and used his feet to pull up the quilt over them. Then he hugged her delicate body, relishing the warmth and the calm of the night. "Such words from a whore?"
"So what if we serve men? We have desires too. It becomes monotonous over time, aiding men to their completion while we… sleep cold every night," Rhaea said, her soft fingers combing through his beard. "Who are you?"
Robert frowned a little. "Why do you ask?"
"You… feel different. I saw you enter the brothel and unlike men who ogle at tits, you looked at the guard. Then you didn't haggle and… Nobody before asked me for my name."
With a slight chuckle, Robert caressed her naked back under the quilt and looked at her pretty face. She was curious, an unwise trait for a whore. He reckoned she was young, that's why.
"Tell me, what's the price of your freedom?"
Rhaea's eyes widened, somewhat excitedly. "Y-You wish to keep me?"
"To set you free. After that, go where you will—follow me or sail back to Lys, it's your choice. But know this—my road is hard, full of blood and battle, for I'm headed to Meereen."
"Meereen?" Rhaea exclaimed. "Why there? That's… Slaver's Bay."
He didn't answer and continued speaking.
"If you choose to follow me, you'll have food, safety, and well… my bed. When my work is done in Meereen, you can come with me to a quieter place, and find yourself an honorable man, if that's what you want," Robert offered her.
After having bedded her and seen her personality, leaving her enslaved simply didn't feel right. If he'd never known her, he'd have walked right past her. Now… he couldn't. That honorable side of his psyche wouldn't allow it.
Dumbstruck by that sudden offer, Rhaea felt speechless. She knew what Robert meant by a quieter place. He was from Westeros so of course he'd take her there.
She wondered if Robert was some Lord or a Knight. Ignoring his brutish roughness in bed, the way he spoke and treated her, did seem like that.
"Can I think about it, Master?"
"Go ahead, we got all night," Robert replied and shut his eyes. "And don't call me Master. Where I'm from, slavery is punishable by death or exile."
"Then what do I call you?"
"Ned… Call me Ned."
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