Chapter 4
A groan from Baelish brought him back from his musings, he cast his gaze over the Master of Coin as he slowly sat up in his bed.
"Lord Baelish" he intoned.
"Ma, mas, mater!" the man sputtered, scampering off the bed as quickly as his limbs would carry him to prostrate himself before him.
A grin split his face, perfect, absolutely perfect, he dipped into Baelish's mind, an open book to him now, and saw what he needed to see, what he expected to see. This little cunt of a shylock was totally enthralled to him now, his creature mind and soul. Not in body, no, he would not spread his gift, and especially not to the likes of this coin merchant and flesh monger. Baelish was much more useful to him fully human and totally pliable to his needs and wants, to give of him some of his flesh would bind Baelish even tighter to him, but his flesh would soon grow and begin to mutate Baelish, who would develop some of the Wamphyri's own particular lusts and wants.
And those lusts and wants could come into conflict with his lusts and wants, a lesson he had learned painfully down the centuries of his long, long life. His powers of mesmerism had served him well back on earth, providing for his survival and his particular needs for the most part. Here on Planetos his ability to turn and twist the minds of humans had become leagues ahead of anything he had ever been capable of, and he intended to take the fullest advantage of it.
To the kneeling and naked form of Petyr Baelish he said "you will continue with your duties and roles, but you are mine now. Everything you do will be in my service, for my benefit, and in doing so you will know contentment and pleasure."
"Yes, yes Master!" intoned the kneeling man before him.
"Good, we have much to do, you and I, much to plan, much to set in place, you will be my eves and ears Lord Baelish, I will observe things from your eyes, hear with your ears, and you will explain to me all of what I am hearing and seeing if 1 do not fully understand."
"Yes Master"
A knock came to the door, he grunted out a command to enter, and a whore slipped inside, young and nubile and with obviously mixed ancestry, from the color of her skin to the slightly almond shaped eyes in a pretty face.
"Get dressed and leave us Baelish," he commanded, the man scampered to dress and left the room without a backwards glance.
"You may replace your master on your knees before me, though closer" he grunted, opening his trousers to pull out his cock and balls. As benefiting of his status as one of the Wamphyri
he was massive, his leach making sure that they were not unmanned in this respect. His balls were equally large, his oversized genitalia were a concession to vanity he knew, as thanks to the flesh of the wamphyri he could be any size he wanted to be, even large enough to sunder a woman a half if he chose. As the whore settled to her knees between his splayed legs, he did not even need to command her, verbally or mentally, she lent forwards and started to lap her tongue over the head of his cock.
He moved a hand to wrap it around the back of the whore's head, as she ceased her lapping and teasing with her tongue and opened her mouth to engulf him. Though his leach raged and insisted on having its due he took the girl as a man and not as a wamphyri, for there was no need to indulge his parasites frenzied desires all the time. He would be using this brothel as his lair for the time being, and there was no sense in 'shitting where one eats as they say. His other needs could be met elsewhere, Baelish could even be used to bring the morsels to him as opposed to him having to hunt for his supper. But hunting was a pleasurable activity in and of itself, and he was loathe to not indulge in the accompanying sport that a hunt brought.
He idly watched the whore begin to struggle with his length and girth, under the pressure of his hand pushing her head down towards his groin. He could call upon his metamorphic flesh and simply extend himself deeper into her throat, but instead he delved into the whore's mind, manipulating the complex dance of signals and automatic responses to the fleshy invader in the upper reaches of her throat. The whore wanted to vomit, and her gullet was spasming in response, he cut off these messages running up and down her nerves, while at the same time calming her mind, laying a blanket of indifference and unconcerned passivity over her thoughts.
"Good girl," he grunted as he pushed a good half of himself into her throat without much trouble, using the hand wrapped around her head to push and pull the whore's face up and down his shaft. She was skilled enough, using her lips and tongue on his cock head when he was shallow and gently fondling his balls, and he soon found himself beginning to experience those familiar sensations that meant that his spending was near.
Gripping the whores head a little tighter he thrust quicker into her mouth and throat, enjoying the buildup of his pleasure until it finally became too much for him to deny and he let his seed fill the whores' mouth. To her credit she swallowed without any complaint, continuing to lick and suckle at his cock as he finished spending.
He released his grip on her head and she kept up her ministrations for a moment, before pulling back to look up at him, the question as obvious in her face as it was in her mind his cock was not going flaccid as he was sure she was expecting.
"We are just getting started my dear, hop up onto the bed on your hands and knees, facing away from me, for I wish to mount you," he commanded, reinforcing his verbal command with a mental one.
The whore scampered to obey him, he disrobed and joined her on the bed, she was dressed in a diaphanous, flowing garment, see trough and naked beneath it. He moved the material out of the way and lined himself up at her whores sodden entrance, thrusting into her without pause to burry himself to his full and considerable length.
He let out a long drawn-out sigh of pleasure as the whore yelped at this intrusion, he let his hands fall to her hips, he was going to enjoy this little whore, and all of Baelish's coterie of lithe female flesh to its fullest.
For the lusts of the wamphyri could never be sated fully, only temporarily.