Alright so. This story is going to be VERY different from the fluffy author you have grown to love. I'm trying to reach out and write new types of characters, this is my introduction to that. This is going to be rated VERY MATURE for language, violence, and sex, so. theres that. (I mean it's Game of Thrones centric so if you didn't already expect that...lol)

Also if i have any Readers of my Ready Steady Go story on here, dont fret! It will return, but I am burnt out on that right now and I need a break from Edward and Johanna (As much as i love them)

So here we go, off to it then!

Elyria Sand stretched quietly from where she laid on her bed. She watched the man next to her in silent reverie while she gently removed a strand of hair from this forehead. The poor boy was terrified when he arrived; he had been sent by his father, barely a day over sixteen, so that he could become a man. She'd seen his nervousness before, on many a boy she'd helped take that final step into manhood, but finally, it was nearing the end of their time together, his father had only paid for a single night.

Elyria wouldn't tell her client's father that most of the time was spent talking, they'd only fucked for a minute before he was done. No, she'd let the man believe that his son had been a stallion, because that what she was paid for, wasn't it? Yes. She was paid to be a fantasy, and a good one she was.

"Young Lord," she whispered sweetly into the boys ear. He stirred, his eyes blinking open. They settled on her and grew wide, until he remembered where he was. Elyria gave him a sweet smile and a kiss before standing up. "Its time for us to part, my sweet." She needed, playing her role perfectly.

"Must we?" He whined, grating Elyria's brain. She denied a pout, throwing on her silk robe, still naked from the night before.

"I'm afraid so, young Ser." The boy was not a Ser, that much was obvious from his stature, he never would be either, as he was set to inherit a good amount of money and a manor no doubt.

"I could free you. I have the money to buy you out of here. You could be by my side for the rest of your days." He pleaded, but Elyria had heard it before.

"Who says I want to be free? I'm not a slave you know." She told the boy, sitting down to her vanity to brush out her long, Raven hair. She smoothed it over her shoulder, draping it lightly against her olive skin.

"I could make you happy…" The little Lord whispered. Elyria smiled, placing her silver hair brush down on the vanity. She turned to the boy quietly, pouting her lips at him.

"My dear, dear boy," she paused thoughtfully, smiling with the corner of her mouth. "Cock makes me happy." She told him, earning a wide eyed stare from him. It seemed her words shocked him and she smirked to herself as she turned around to style hair into a loose side braid. "You may leave the door open on your way out." Elyria told him just as sweetly as she was before.

It was nearing evening time before Elyria had her next customer, not that she had taken a particular interest in taking more of them that day. After being paid for her services all night, Littlefinger told her to take the day off. She supposed he assumed that she didn't get much sleep, but that was quite the contrary. But she didn't tell him that and instead used her day to catch up on some reading.

There were only a few girls willing to take night customers, Elyria was one of them, she always found that night men tended to be better tippers. She was nearly ready to turn in for the evening when she heard the heavy brothel doors open and shut, and a giant man walked into the common lounge.

Elyria eyed him quietly from where she lounged on the couch as the man did the same to her and her fellow whores. He was a giant man, muscular, wearing a heavy set of armor with a giant sword at his belt. He was serious, rigid looking, even as a swayed with drink. Elyria would've even thought him handsome, had it not been for his face, an entire side of it marred with scarred flesh. But as his eyes drifted to her, she felt involuntary shivers run down her spine, causing her to sit up straighter. Elyria found herself posturing as she puffed out her chest. He was hers and she knew it.

"You, woman." He snarled, pointing a single finger at her. Elyria raised an eyebrow at him, slowly sitting up on her elbows. "It's not often you see a Dornish whore. You new here?"

"Aye. You have a keen eye, Ser." Elyria teased him. It was true, she was from Dorne.

"Its not Ser." He told her, aggravated. Elyria chuckled to herself.

"Of course not." She muttered. The man stood taller, was she teasing him? A prospective client? "I'll be honest, I'm not sure a sell sword like you could afford me, Not Ser." She smirked at him. The man growled, she was teasing him.

"I'm not a sell sword," He snarled, reaching into his armor and pulling out a heavy looking coin purse. "That should be enough for your pussy, no?" He belittled as he tossed it onto the table in front of her, where it landed heavily. Elyria found herself shocked as she reached into the coin purse, gingerly pulling out a single coin of many.

"You have my attention, Not Ser." Elyria told him with a raised eyebrow.

"Thought I would." The man sneered. Quietly, Elyria stood, picking up the purse and crossing the common area to her room. She stopped by the door, seeing he hadn't moved from his spot. She cocked her head with a wry grin.

"Coming?"

"I will be." He told her, following her inside. Elyria led the man to her bed, quietly removing her robe and letting it fall to the floor. He stopped mid doorway, watching her quietly.

"The door." She told him, as if it were obvious. The man scowled, shutting it impatiently. Elyria smirked at him, sitting down on her bed in nothing but her thong. She leaned back on her hands, watching him quietly before speaking. "Are you always this excitable or is it my lucky day?" She teased him. The man remained silent, watching her like he didn't trust her, like she would kill him if he let down his guard. "Oh come now, I'm not going to bite." When that didn't get a response she sighed, coming on to her knees as she met him at the end of her bed. She beckoned him with her hands and he narrowed his eyes at her. "Oh God's, man! I'm going to remove your armor."

"You know how to remove armor?" He asked, his voice almost startling her. Elyria tsked him, hands on hips.

"I've removed a knight's armor before." She bragged, undoing the straps on his chest plate.

"I'm not a knight." He told her again.

"Nor a sell sword, either." She hummed, not looking up at him as she began to undo the other side. Elyria sat back as he removed the piece over his head, which he let crash to the ground loudly. "Now, need I remove your clothes too?" The large man growled and she sat back, happy with herself. "So, if you're not a knight, nor a sell sword, what exactly are you?"

"Horny." He spat back, his pants and shirt removed. "And annoyed. You ask too many fucking questions for a whore." He told her as he tossed them aside. Slowly he began to crawl into bed and Elyria's heart sped up as she snaked backwards until she was laid underneath him. She could feel his member stiff at her thigh and another shiver made its way through her body

"I would just like to have a name I can moan while you fuck me silly. Not Ser just doesn't do it for me." She purred, hands above her head. The man on top of her watched her for a moment, his upper lip curled as he met her eyes. Slowly he leaned forward, his breath thick with wine as he whispered in her ear.

"You can call me The Hound." He growled as he entered her.

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