She let out a long, juddering moan, followed by a sharply hissed
indrawn breath, followed by an even deeper felt, wanton groan.
"Hugh…." Fell from her lips as she felt the languid, liquid aftermath
of her peak begin to spread through her soaking, sweat drenched
body, her muscles beginning to go limp and quiescent, a need to
collapse and curl up upon Hugh's chest becoming overwhelming.
She pushed a tangle of damp hair out of her face, her perspiration
starting to dry on her skin, the slightest flash of coolness tamping
down the surging heat she felt, and looked down at the man below
her, his member still buried deep inside her, but beginning to soften
after it had spent its seed. Riding Hugh astride him like this was her
preferred position, for the lad was simply too big to be comfortably
accommodated in any other position. Not that she did not let him
fuck her in any position he wanted, but she always tried to get him to
finish with her astride him.
Hugh was visible in the darkness below her, as slick skinned as her
and breathing equally as hard, a pleasurable smile across his face,
the familiar look of a well satisfied and fucked man.
'Another satisfied customer' her inner voice chimed within the
secrecy of her mind, and she ignored it. Yes, she was a whore, well
former whore, not that she had any choice in the matter of her
career, her grandmother and her mother before had both been
whores. And she had not had any choice when her maidenhead had
been taken at ten and two by some lecherous lordling, who had paid
well above the odds for the pleasure of deflowering her.
She remembered little of this in truth, it had hurt but it had been over
thankfully very quickly. Afterwards her mother and her grandmother
had bathed her, dressed her in the finest clothes they possessed and
had brought her out for the best meal she had ever had in her life.
After that she had continued to work in the brothel where her mother
and grandmother worked, eventually graduating to 'turning tricks' as
it was called, at the age of ten and five. Any innocence that she had
still possessed had been thoroughly scoured from her by the time
she was ten and seven, and she had learnt the many tricks and
methods of her trade. Chief among them was the necessary ability to
give a performance of finest mummery and to make the client
believe that this was a pleasurable experience for her also. Though
some of them did not like that and preferred her to not like the
experience, which she learned easily to do also, as the act of having
a pillar thrust into her left her rather, unmoved at the best of times.
But then she had met the acquaintance of Mysaria, the so-called
Lady Misery, who specialised in the more degrading forms of the
whores art. While she had little interest in taking such a specialised
direction, she had become something of a companion to the pale
Lyseni woman. When Mysaria had returned to Kings Landing she
had reached out to her with an offer of employment, and the gold
being offered was better than what she could make on her back, so
she had taken Mysaria up.
And so she had found herself in the Red Keep and playing the role
of a lowly serving wench, who spent all her days in endless labour at
the most menial of tasks. While all the time listening out and being
paid a small fortune for the gossip and rumours that she could pick
up.
And not just by Lady Misery either, she soon had learned that many
of the servants supplemented their income by reporting on the
comings and goings and unguarded comments of the Noble Born
who made the Red Keep their home. The luckier, more able, but
mostly the more senior of them received coin from as many as ten
separate sources to tell the tales they had overheard.
Seeing no reason why she should not also avail herself of this she
had made herself available to recount her learnings to others and
had rapidly found out that her information was often of little value or
had already been shared. Thus, her ability to make significant
additional coin had been limited, until she had started plying her old
trade.
Lady Misery had been initially not exactly enamoured of her
reasoning but when she had started bedding Ulf, but the Lady of
Whispers had relented and allowed it to continue.
The work itself had been of the usual calibre, unrewarding physically
but reasonably rewarding financially, Ulf being generous enough to
what he assumed was just some smallfolk chit. Not that what he had
paid her would have gotten him anything in some of the finer
establishments on the Street of Silk, but then she had never worked
those establishments.
She let herself lean forwards, fighting off a collapse as her muscles
were all ropey and slack, snuggling down into Hugh's broad chest,
enjoying the salt slick moisture where their skin merged across his
torso. His member was still inside her, she liked keeping it inside her
until if softened completely after he spent in her, and she knew Hugh
liked it also. He grabbed a handful of her damp hair and angled her
mouth so that he could kiss her, soft and light and just the slightest
bit teasing, removing his hand from where their bodies were joined to
wrap both his arms around her, but not before he had pulled a silk
sheet over them.
The drapes around the bed were pulled shut, the space was cloaked
in a deep gloom, outside the chamber was lit by a single candle and
a fire burning in the fireplace. Despite the fire the cold was biting,
winter was howling outside the Red Keep's walls, gales of driving
snow screaming in off the Blackwater Bay, swirling and falling in
great curtains to coat everything in white.
She snuggled closer into Hugh, making little appreciative noises,
while she could feel the wetness of their joining and his spending
seep out of her, nothing to worry about as she had taken her daily
draught of Moon Tea that morning, like she did every morning. The
Apothecary of the Red Keep made the draught available for free to
all female servants of the Red Keep, and many availed of this, many
more availed of it on behalf of High-Born patrons, who did not want
to be seen to be partaking of Moon Tea.
Hugh shifted underneath her and gently levered her off him, pulling
aside the drapes he strode out naked into the room, she grabbed at
blankets to cover herself up, then reluctantly got up and followed
Hugh out into the freezing bed chamber. She stood as close as she
could to the fire while Hugh dipped a towel in a bowel of heated
water, she took the offered towel and quickly washed herself, the
warm water seeming to freeze even as it touched her heated flesh.
Hugh did the same with himself, before taking a second towel and
drying himself off, she quickly doing the same.
"Will you stay?" Hugh asked, as always the slightest bit of
nervousness and shyness evident in his voice. A slightly wistful
feeling passed through her, she would like to remain in Hugh's well
appointed bed, with a warm body to snuggle into, but she had things
to do.
"Thank you but no" she replied, dressing hurriedly, and letting herself
out of a side doorway that led to one if the servants' passageways,
the biting, bitter cold chasing away any drowsiness she felt.
While she had gladly taken coin from Ulf she had resolutely refused
to do the same from Hugh, not from any lack of a want on her part
for coin, but because accepting coin would clash with the means of
her introduction to Prince Hugh.
Lady Misery had instructed her to 'make herself known' to Prince
Hugh after his child wife had been murdered, she had seen the
Prince around the Red Keep and he was certainly more pleasant on
the eye than Ulf had been. She had been wondering about how to
carry out her instructions when absolutely by chance she had been
accosted by some Men at Arms from the Stormlands in the dim
passageways near the Great Hall. She had been on the verge of
drawing the knife that she always carried, and which had saved her
life once before, when Hugh had happened upon them.
The Men at Arms had disappeared off quickly when challenged by
Prince Hugh and knowing of what had happened to his wife and his
terrible vengeance upon those whom he blamed for her rape and
murder she had brought forth the tears and the necessary hysterics.
It had been relatively easy after that to find herself in his bed
chambers a few nights later, apparently keen to offer herself to
Prince Hugh as a reward for rescuing her. Big fool that he was
Prince Hugh had not taken much convincing and shortly thereafter
her cunny was being pounded by one of the largest pillars she had
the misfortune to encounter. Surprisingly she had genuinely peaked
from this fucking, despite the discomfort of Hugh's considerable
length and girth, a pleasant bonus as far as she was concerned.
And after this she had spent the next few days giving Prince Hugh
the odd shy glance, and a few not so shy glances, before he got the
hint and invited her back into his bed, for which she rewarded him by
taking him into her mouth and swallowing his seed. Again, the
enormity of his manhood made things difficult, some of her skills
were not applicable due to his sheer size, but she did her best, and
she did her best to not appear too comfortable with what she was
doing either. His seed tasted as vile as every other man's she had
swallowed, but she dd not let this show as she had gulped it down
without complaint.
After this she had easily slipped into the role of the Prince's
bedwarmer, his bed quarters certainly more comfortable than hers.
She had vehemently rejected any attempts by him to pay her, but he
had made her some small gifts of jewellery, which she was careful to
wear whenever she occupied his bed. He had also gifted her some
fine woollen cloth and linens, which she had made into sturdier
winter clothing for herself.
It was certainly more agreeable than fucking Ulf had been, of that
she was certain, but it still came with its obligations, as she trudged
through the servants' corridors of the Red Keep, descending
downwards until the stonework gave way to chiselled tunnels cut
through dark rock.
Coming to a doorway she opened it with a key that had been slipped
to her along with instructions as to where to find this room. She
would go to this room at certain times every few days, sometimes it
would be occupied, sometimes empty. She had waited outside it for
hours one time, to see where the person who had been inside went
to, but nobody had ever exited while she had waited in the darkness.
So she assumed that the room must have an entrance into the
fabled secret passageways and tunnels of the Red Keep. This
passageway led down to the lower Bailey and was often used by
servants to traverse the Red Keep and its environs discretely.
Opening the door, she saw the single, hooded candle that indicated
the room was occupied, it was used for storage of furniture and odds
and ends, and at the very end against the far wall the single candle
glowed.
She approached and stopped the required distance away,
announcing herself and giving her report, of what she had done, who
she had seen, what she had overheard. She also reported on
sleeping with Prince Hugh, though she was never asked for intimate
details.
After her report was digested the hooded figure said in its usual,
quiet tone "there are moves afoot with regard to your dear friend
Prince Hugh. Moves that I would like to counter, moves that will
decide certain matters in respect of the Prince. You will do the
following on my behalf."
And she was told what she was required to do, she memorised the
instructions, well more guidelines than anything else, and began
thinking on how she would carry out these tasks. Further information
was provided to her, along with what to look out for and signals to
alert her to action as required.
"Any further questions?" asked the hooded figure.
"No Lady Misery" she replied.