章 47: Chapter 47 (R18+)
Note: This chapter contains sexual content, if you are not interested in its contents or are underage, you may skip the parts marked as R18+, you have been warned.
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(Firmridge, the Riverlands)
The night's feast had gone just as well as one could expect.
Lorimas's victory within the melee solidified the image of the Mudds as a martial dynasty. The nobility and what little smallfolk present in the castle gossiped and conversed with awe amongst themselves.
This victory pleased Erlend quite a bit.
In a continent where the ability to command armies and combat skills were hailed above all else, he and Lorimas not only delivered but smashed the proverbial expectations like it was two penny whore with a quota to meet.
Congratulations have been going on for nearly an hour now, as more people tried to cozy up to his Uncle, though a few dared to offer their heirs as potential marital prospects for Mya.
Lorimas was lapping up the former and having none of the latter. The look he gave anyone who so much as hinted towards engagements was enough to scatter them away.
Catelyn held his arms to his right, looking as beautiful as always.
His blue-eyed queen gave him a smile that mirrored his own. "The Melee went splendidly."
"Indeed, Lorimas couldn't have done better even if we asked him to," he responded.
"Any thoughts on who the jousts victor could be?"
"If Malora is to be believed, Baelor might win it."
"I know better than to bet against Malora, but there are far better jousters present, seeing as more Lords will be participating in the joust."
"It's either going to be a Reachmen or a Knight of the Vale, it's their specialty anyway." Catelyn nodded her head in agreement. "You noticed the dornish lady too, I take it."
"If you mean the violet-eyed woman that has been staring daggers towards me since the welcome feast. No, I have not."
Rolling her eyes at her husband, Catelyn stared at the infamous beauty.
Ashara Dayne, lady regent of Starfall and the woman that had enchanted both her past betrothed during the Harrenhal disaster.
Reportedly, while she agreed to dance with the quiet wolf and was even amused by his shyness, she'd ended up kicking Brandon directly in the balls when the most rambunctious wolf got too handsy while drunk.
Elia had spoken a few words about her but largely remained silent on her former lady-in-waiting. The relationship between the two soured these past few years, thanks in no small part to the relationship between her husband and the princess.
"You'll have to deal with it eventually. Elia does miss her friend." She told her husband.
"Here's hoping she doesn't kick me in the balls." Erlend gulped, no amount of power would ever reduce a man's fear for his more precious parts.
A pleasant silence encompassed the two as they watched the rest of the feast around them.
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"Father looks happy," Garlen noted to his siblings.
"I didn't expect him to befriend the imp of all people," Loras said.
"They have a bit in common, though I reckon Lord Tyrion is much more knowledgeable."
"Nice way of calling father a fool," Margaery smirked.
"Marg!" Willas protested.
"What, it's true though."
"He's still our father." Garlen sighed, he knew his sister despite her pleasant attitude, resented their father for causing the divide between himself and their mother.
Still, there was no need to be so blatant about it, not in public at least.
"He might not be the wisest of men, but he still does his best," Loras added helpfully.
The rest of his siblings turned to him in surprise.
Offended by their looks. "It's true though," he said.
"We know it's just that… you said it." Willas looked at his brother as if he had seen him for the first time.
Seeing his brother quickly turning red from anger or embarrassment, the Tyrell heir wisely changed the topic.
"So sister, what's the result of your bet with the Viper's daughter?" Willas looked curiously at his sister.
The annoyed look on her face told him all he needed to know, "She got the 5 crowns."
"You're far too young to be betting Marg," Garlen chided.
"Oh shove off, it wasn't my gold anyway."
"Who's gold did you use Marg?" Dread started to pool in all three brothers' stomachs.
Looking at her pale brothers with a mischievous smirk on her face, "Well then, wouldn't you like to know."
Faster than she could react, her siblings immediately jumped from their seats and rushed towards what she could only assume were their quarters. There were cries of vengeance in the mix, though they remained inaudible due to the loud conversations happening around them.
"It was only 5 crowns," She murmured, not noticing the annoyed looks she was receiving from the poor maid who had spilled some wine due to the Tyrell sibling's sudden movement.
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"Margaery did something devious, I can feel it," Malora stated.
She received a deadpan look from her sister, "You don't say." Alerie said.
"How's Highgarden?"
"Makes me feel like strangling that stupid git that I'm unfortunately wed to the more I stay there."
Patting her sister on the shoulder consolingly "At least he doesn't force himself on you."
"Does the King do that?" Alerie had a worried look on her face, fearing for her sister.
Though that fear evaporated instantly "Heavens no, you think I'm going to say no to that hunk. You must be drunk little sis."
"I am drunk."
Malora conveniently ignored the previous statement, "So I take it Olenna hasn't caught on to your act yet."
"The old hag still thinks I'm a ditzy noblewoman," Alerie said proudly.
Fooling someone like the Queen of Thorns hadn't been easy, but she did it, and that was an accomplishment that few had achieved. Even the King was wary of Olenna, why he didn't just kill off the conniving bitch, she had no idea. Malora might know, but she wasn't saying anything about it.
"Don't underestimate her Ale, she's feared for a reason." Malora cautioned her sister.
"Yes Yes. I know. Tywin with Tits, you've said this a hundred times already."
"That does not make it any less true."
"I'll take your word for it."
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"Lormias looks ready to blow," Yohn stated.
"Yes… Yes, he does." Benjen agreed.
"Should we do something about it?" Stannis asked with worry.
It had been a while since the feast started, and Lorimas Mudd was beginning to lose his temper with the snakes surrounding him. It didn't help that a few of them had been insulting the elder Mudd's adopted daughter just a few hours ago.
The man wanted to head to his wife and daughter, but the idiots were in his way, and he couldn't just ignore them.
Looking thoughtful, Yohn pondered his next move, "I'm still thinking about it."
"This might turn into a scandal."
Benjen did nothing to hide the large smile on his face, "He did always say he wanted to know what it felt like smashing a snake would feel like."
Not many were used to seeing smiles on a Stark's face if their backing away was of any indication. Even the northerners looked perturbed by it.
Stannis stared at his colleagues, already feeling a headache coming up. He doubted that the king would care for the more ambitious noblemen, but this would cause an issue.
After all, it wouldn't look good if the champion decided to break a few skulls during the feast rather than just on the field. "I'm going to put a stop to it, you two are welcome to join."
"It's fine Stannis, Lorimas won't hurt them… much"
"That's what I'm worried about."
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(Erlend Mudd, Firmridge)
It was the day after the Melee had ended.
The joust had not begun the day after the melee, as he wanted to give the melee participants some reprieve, many of them did intend to participate in the joust after all.
He was now going through the paperwork that cropped up, the damned thing had been building up since the start of the Tourney, and he had been too busy overseeing the event to deal with his most loathsome foe properly.
Truly, this was the greatest danger to all rulers. Huh… Another assassin tripped on his feet and fell off the fortress walls. Truly a tragedy. You'd think they'd learn after the hundredth one died of natural causes. The poor fool had a heart attack right in front of his taskmaster.
There was a reason many considered that particular career to be a risky one, why not even your heart could be trusted?
Cutting him from his musings was the entry of his most recent interest.
A gorgeous woman, with curly golden hair, emerald green eyes, fair skin, and a slender, graceful figure. Cersei Lannister was a cut woman above the rest, Erlend reckoned that more than half the men in the tourney were already besotted her, be they spoken for or not.
Which made her presence in this solar even more amusing to him.
The young heiress bowed her head to him, her eyes remaining on his, lust and desire clear as day.
Unphased by her look, "Lady Lannister," He said, "Do have a seat."
"Thank you for having me, your Majesty," Cersei said. "I hope I haven't caused you any issues by being so public with my request."
Erlend was aware of her intentions, the silly girl had made it public in hopes to anger his wife and lovers. Wanting to swoop in and earn his heart and whatnot, while his significant others were supposedly blinded by anger for his agreement.
Quite the conniving lioness, unfortunately for her, aside from Lyanna, none of his lovers were affected by her actions.
Waving her empty apologies away, "It's alright Lady Lannister, it would not do for a Sovereign to turn a blind eye to his subject's suffering."
"So what troubles you so?"
Looking hesitant, Cersei took a deep breath, before speaking her mind. "My brother wishes to sell me to some lordling. I suspect that I won't see the year's end if I go through with the marriage."
This raised an eyebrow from Erlend, he was well aware of how fed up the Lannister pride was with Cersei, yet no such plans had been made to kill her off.
"That is quite the accusation you are levying my Lady, and to a Lord Paramount no less." Erlend said gravely, "Do you have any evidence that can validate this?"
Shaking her head, the girl put on a pitiful expression, her eyes watering "We left Casterly Rock too suddenly, I did not have the time to gather enough evidence."
"Please, your majesty, you must understand… I present a threat to my brother. He considers me a threat to his rule and won't abide by it any longer."
She was going the whole nine yards with this mummery. Any potential threat she could have been was already stamped out by Kevan.
There's a reason the Lannister tree was now a few branches short. The old lion had used his war with the squid to eliminate the most troublesome members of the pride, truly a Lannister at heart.
Letting out an audible sigh, "Say I believe your words. I cannot just arrest your brother on your words alone."
"You need not do any of that, your Majesty," Cersei interrupted excitedly, a contrast to her teary-eyed look just a moment before. "I… I can simply stay in Firmridge, surely he wouldn't be able to do anything when I'm out of his reach."
That gave the King something to muse about, she wasn't the smartest Lannister, at least not yet. But it couldn't be denied that she knew how to be cunning when it benefited her.
"So be it." Erlend said, "You will become my wife's lady-in-waiting whilst I try to uncover this unsavory plot by your brother. As for the potential engagement, no need to fret, he won't be able to go through with it as long as you remain here."
Her lips thinned at the mention of his wife, but her eyes lit up at achieving her goal. "Thank you, your Majesty. I promise to do my best to repay you for these!"
As she said those words, she bowed again, this time emphasizing her breasts to the young King who appreciated the view. She was remarkably easy to read, Erlend wondered how long her defiant nature would remain once his wife was done with the proud girl.
Catelyn was not merciful to those who tried to drive a wedge between them and she could be quite sadistic. At least Cersei would still be alive by the end of it, she was of some use to him after all.
The silly kitten had provided him with the perfect way to keep those troublesome Lannisters in line.
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It had been a few minutes since Cersei made her exit from his solar, with an enticing sway to her hips he must add.
Erlend was now working through his papers once more, it seemed this monster would give him no time to rest.
A polite knock could be heard on the door.
Raising his eyebrows at the unexpected visitor, "You may enter." he said out loud.
She was a tall and fair lady, her long dark hair tumbled around her shoulders. With haunting violet eyes, Ashara Dayne did not disappoint. Yet those eyes looked like they would stab him then and there if its owner felt she could get away with it.
Wanting to get straight to the point, "I suppose you're still angry that your brother has not been released yet." Erlend said.
Her response was to blink in surprise, though he didn't know why. She couldn't be more obvious with her anger after all. Few would stare at him with such obvious vitriol, not if they wanted to avoid being met with dragon flames.
His children tended to overreact when idiots were being hostile to him.
"Why has my brother not been released yet." She spoke, her tone almost accusatory.
"Perhaps the fact that he was an accomplice to the events that caused one of the most devastating conflicts in this continent's history would be a clue." The blunt answer took her aback.
She had the decency to look ashamed for a few seconds, her eldest brother had died due to those events after all. "You've released the Hightower though, what makes my brother any different?"
Rolling his eyes at her, "Ser Gerold had no clue what the mad prince was up to, only finding out too late, by that point he had no choice in what he could do."
"Your brother on the other hand had more than enough time to inform anyone, even King Scar of what his son was planning, yet he did nothing and even worse, helped the imbecile in his mad scheme."
Frowning at that, the infamous beauty took a few moments to articulate a better response to that. There was no way she could spin it in a way that her brother looked remotely innocent of his doings, she had been aware of at least some of the things going on.
The only reason no one called her out on it, well aside from her distant cousins who were now suspiciously having caught the case of the dead, was the fact that many lusted after her body and the power she held as lady regent of Starfall.
Erlend himself could've gone after her, but chose not to, simply because he couldn't give a rat's ass about the whole issue. It benefited him the most anyway and he had already dealt with the most troublesome ones.
Plus, Doran would do his best to hinder any more non-clear-cut investigations on his nobles who were associated with Rhaeger and his circle. There were far better things to do than play games with that vile snake.
"Is there any way I could prove my brother's innocence," There was a change in her tone, shifting Erlend's attention from his paperwork.
Raising his head to look at the raven-haired beauty, he blinked to find her looking at him with an appraising look. The lady dared to look at him like he was a prized bull.
Well damn, this certainly would be interesting.
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(R18+ Incoming)
Making her way to him, the gorgeous lady did her best to look as enticing as possible.
"I'll need a justifiable reason to let your brother go 'free' and I'll be losing a bit of honor doing so," Erlend said with a mock heavy sigh.
Arthur wasn't all that important in the grand scheme of things, hell most forget he was involved in the first place, but he was hardly gonna let him go for nothing.
"I figured as much," Ashara responded, not halting in her steps one bit.
The sensual woman looked to be on a path she wasn't going to be dissuaded from.
He wasn't left to his thoughts any longer as she slammed her lips against his.
Arousal spiked through him as he felt her soft, warm lips vividly. She tasted remarkably sweet, a rich familiar taste that was not unlike that of Dornish wine.
Showing no hesitation, Erlend pressed right back harder at the sinfully clad lady and kissed her, causing her to let out a moan of surprise.
If she thought her sneak attack could let her take control of things, she was in for a surprise. His tongue brushed against her teeth, demanding entrance into her mouth. Not holding back for too long, she allowed him into her mouth, her tongue joining his in a ferocious liplock, both trying to dominate the other.
While their tongues did battle, Erlend grabbed ahold of her waist, he pulled the violet-eyed beauty closer, her assets pressing right into his chest.
Eventually, they parted ways, the lack of oxygen finally getting to them.
Her eyes fluttered open, and looked at him with lust and resentment. She was enjoying this, he could tell, though she disliked him greatly.
"I take it, this is how you intend to convince me," Erlend said with an amused tone. "Surely that's not all of it?" He asked.
She only glared at him in response before pouncing on him once more, smashing her lips passionately against his and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
She did not hesitate to draw him into an aggressive lip lock. Her tongue invaded his mouth, attempting to make him submit to her wishes.
Quite the audacious action, one that Erlend refused to take lying down he grasped ahold of her sizeable peaks, letting his fingers sink deeply into her flesh and causing her to gasp into their kiss.
While their tongues fought for supremacy, his hands kept wandering throughout her body, looking for pleasure points she never expected to have and forcing gasps and moans out of his newest partner.
The liplock continued unabated, the two of them refusing to give ground to each other for as long as possible.
Ashara for her part was fighting a losing battle, unlike her Erlend could hold on for far longer and his hands kept doing things to her that sent shockwaves throughout her body.
Eventually giving in, the lady of the stars pulled back, staring at him with grudging respect.
"You're better at this than I expected," Ashara said, trying to catch her breath.
"Did the numerous lovers I have not already give it away?" Erlend said, still composed.
"Aghh... I thought that was just men being men." She snorted.
"Now, take off your clothes. It's time we made it to the main event." She whispered in his ears, causing a spike of arousal to run through him.
Needing no convincing, Erlend took off his clothes swiftly, exposing himself to the parched ravenette. Her eyes widened momentarily when he revealed his lower head, the unmistakable look of approval passing through before schooling herself. Though he could see her staring unabashedly at his body, with barely hidden lust.
Finally locking eyes with him, she began to strip her clothes off enticingly much to his arousal, it didn't take long for the ravishing lady to expose her slightly bronzed skin and curvy form to his wandering eyes. Her stomach was surprisingly toned and she bore quite the childbearing hips, showing off the fact that she worked out in her spare time. A trait only shared by Lyanna and Malora of all people.
Despite previously exploring her breasts, Erlend couldn't help but admire them once again, they were quite large but not to the point of exaggeration, there was no sag to be seen and her nipples could be described as hard as rock.
Frankly, Erlend was prepared to jump her then and there, but a man had to maintain standards even in this situation. Ashara used the time he no doubt spent admiring her form to clear his desk, before crawling on top of it and seductively swinging her hips invitingly.
Erlend did not rush to the final destination, instead, he pulled her closer to him as she lay on his desk, placing light kisses on her neck, and causing her to moan as he marked her body.
Breathing into her ears, "Hmm, someone seems quite pleased with this." He teased.
Letting out a growl of annoyance, "Shut up and keep going." The violet-eyed model insisted.
"So demanding." He responded jokingly.
Still, he did as told, and moved to the rest of her body, placing kisses on her neck, chest, and stomach and even changing her posture so that he could lightly trace his lips and fingers on her admittedly glorious thighs. Just a hair breath away from her quivering flower.
Truly her body was a work of art, he could understand everyone's obsession with this seductive succubus, too bad they'll never get to her.
Eventually, they switched places, as her hot breath could be felt on his length, while her hands wrapped gently around it.
Surprisingly, Ashara placed gentle kisses on the tip of his length, while her hands wrapped around its sides.
Her tongue swirled around the tip, lightly tasting it before taking more of it into her hot mouth. She used her tongue to explore as much of his length as possible, and what she couldn't reach with her warm mouth, was being stroked by her hands.
Her mouth felt divine, was all he could say. After a long while, he could feel himself coming close, and despite their apparent dislike for each other, he warned her.
Before anything could be said, Ashara began bobbing her head up and down his lower head, one of her arms even stroking his balls and encouraging him further.
Gritting his teeth at her unexpected actions, Erlend clenched at the table and hissed out a single warning. "Coming!" Before his seed shot right into her mouth, with no end showing.
The dornish lady, immediately swallowed his oncoming seed, not letting a trace of it escape her mouth. Only after she was sure he was spent, did she proudly present her mouth to him, clear of any of his little soldiers.
Erlends lips twitched at her actions, wondering if he had discovered a kink or if she awakened one in him.
Pushing him down on the table, the gorgeous woman got on top of him and gently bit into his neck, leaving a hickey on it not unlike that of the ones he left on her body.
"Can't let you be the only one to leave their mark today." She teased him.
Grabbing his length and pointing it towards her entrance, Ashara hesitated for a second before pushing through and dropping down onto his cock.
As soon as he felt himself penetrate her, a loud moan could be heard. The warmth of her insides and the tightness of her inner walls were truly something else. It felt like an anaconda had his length in a vice grip and refused to let go.
Despite that, somehow this seductive succubus was able to continue moving on top of him, slowly easing in and out. Erlend for his part met her tempo with measured thrusts, feeling her tightening even further, but gradually letting his length get used to it.
His hand did not remain still for long, exploring her gifted rear and sinking on the doughy flesh. As they adjusted, his movement began to speed up, starting to ram his length up deeper into her core. The closer he got, the more her moans became uncontrollable, to the point that she bit into his chest to muffle her growing screams of pleasure.
More impressively, this striking woman managed to get ahold of herself and attempted to wrest back control from him, bouncing more vigorously on top of him and increasing her pace, much to his viewable pleasure as her breasts defied the laws of physics with the sheer tenacity they showed.
Finally, both of them felt themselves inching closer, and without preamble, Erlend slammed right into her core one last time, as both let out a shared moan.
No words were said as both of them let themselves go, with Erlend releasing his seed right into her core, guaranteeing that she was well and truly bred.
Ashara for her part had no time to think of the consequences as she felt her core fill with his seed much to her pleasure, while her body tried to recover from its release.
Both of them stiffened onto each other, as a mysterious purple haze covered their intertwined naked forms much to the surprise of the young king.
(R18+ Ending)
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