Chapter 22: The Big Happening
(297AC)
It was unbelievable how fast a week could go while having fun. Oberyn's and Jean's days consisted of sex in all its shapes and forms.
He explored every nock and canny of her body, from her feet to the tip of her hair, and Jean loved it. His tanned and muscular frame excited her and turned her on more than any other man she had ever met. Everytime he released inside her she felt a rush of satisfaction that she had been able to please him. It was almost scary.
However now it was time for him to return to Dorne, his stay in Lys had come to an end. But before he left he visited Rūklon to ravish her one last time, as always he made her feel ecstatic. However, though their bodies were extremely compatible there was never a question about love between them.
Oberyn's heart belonged to Ellaria alone, something which they both knew and were quite content with. Jean had no desire to break the two lovebirds apart.
As he now kissed her breast while moving painfully slowly inside her she had slight feeling of having forgotten something, though that thought was gone when he rammed his cock into her. He had been deep inside her before it was the suddenness that made her mind go blank. Wave after wave of pleasure followed until he emptied himself in her.
Exhausted he laid down beside her on the double bed. Both panted, tired after hours of fucking. It was a good way to say farewell.
She sat up on the side of the bed and tried to fasten her dress around her neck. She heard Oberyn rustling over the bed and come up behind her. She felt his large hands rest on her shoulders. He gave her neck a lick and she shuddered.
"Accompany me a bit more." He whispered in her ear. "We still have time."
"You really are hopeless." She smiled teasingly.
He chuckled, and turned her head around with a gentle grip on her jaw.
"Don't act like you aren't the same."
"I suppose I can't deny that." She turned around and pushed him down on the bedding. "You might miss your boat."
"I can take that chance." He grabbed her buttocks and kneaded firmly. She moaned in pleasure and she felt her cunt get wet.
Oberyn's cock was only half-hard; she had to do something about that. Moving further down, she put his member in her mouth. As he sat up she licked him until it glistened; she then let it pop out and stroked him.
"Say, Oberyn… let's do that thing."
"What?" He muttered through his panting.
"You know… that thing you told me was so great but still didn't do?"
He opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Are you sure? It might hurt you quite a bit."
"It's alright. I'd like to try it." After he had brought it up she had asked Zazarra about it. Her reaction was a little… unusual and she described it as a nightmare, but Jean had been intrigued though her friend's warnings not to do it. Jean knew it was her own choice to do it or not and she felt like it was safe with Oberyn.
He nodded and on his instructions she laid on her back on the bed with her head hanging out from the side. Oberyn placed himself in front of her and slowly went into the deepest part of her mouth and beyond. The further back he got she felt his cock getting harder. When he was completely buried inside her he began moving his hips, carefully at first, then faster until he was forcefully ramming into her.
It hurt! She could feel her throat being invaded and her gag reflex being triggered and but the noises he made and the feeling of submission were so amazing she didn't care. She was giving everything to him.
"It's too good!" He grunted. "Too fucking good!"
She opened her throat the best she could to give him more room to move. He grabbed her head and like in a trance thrust into her like a madman. This confident and dandy man was getting crazy, because of her. It was addicting.
Oberyn yelled out and she felt his release in her throat and she swallowed it. He pulled out and sank to the floor, panting.
Jean was coughing and it was hard to see through her tears but he could hear Oberyn's whisper. She probably wasn't supposed to hear it.
"If only Ellaria could handle that."
She tried to suppress a smile.
xXx
Oberyn stood on the ship looking as Lys was getting further and further away. She had surprised him, until now the only woman who could keep up with him had been Ellaria. With her open-minded and pleasing attitude she was his perfect woman. There was just one thing she couldn't do in bed and now he found a woman many years her junior that could.
Their last meeting had been shocking, and other-worldly pleasing. The feeling of being inside her throat had been fucking amazing. He had never been so satisfied in his life.
He had tried it once before with Ellaria but it ended up with her throwing up and they never did it again.
His love for his paramour didn't diminish in the slightest and he would never choose another woman before her. Jean could satisfy his body but not his heart.
He had, admittedly, been fascinated with the girl as soon as he saw her. They had never met before, that he was sure of, yet there was something strangely familiar about her.
He couldn't put his finger on it but he could swear he had seen that smiling face before. Whatever it was, he was smitten by her.
Her personality fit into his dornish mindset and her body was enchanting.
He was old enough to be her father yet that didn't seem to bother her. On the other hand, she was a prostitute; she had probably been with men even older and uglier.
He had come to feel an odd kinship with the girl, very odd indeed. He wished he could help her somehow but he knew the chances of them meeting again were regrettably slim.
Lys was now only a spot on the horizon. Somehow he felt like he was missing something important but he could not for his life think of what it might be.
xXx
Lord Varys sat in his place in the Small Council waiting for the king to speak. For that last two years Robert had returned to the days of his prime, muscular and handsome but with a thirst for blood; Helena Snow's blood.
"Any news?"
The spider knew the question was for him and for two years he had given the same answer; but now it was different.
On Robert command Varys had sent word to all his little birds for the Snow and now, after two years they finally had a lead.
"Yes." He answered.
Robert blue eyes were turned to him.
"Where?"
"She is in a pillow-house in Lys. She became a courtesan a couple of weeks ago; they have dubbed her the Violet Rose of Lys."
The king smiled. His face changed from cold hatred to evil joy; a strange description but the only one the Master of Whisperers could think of.
Robert turned to his brother Stannis, the Master of Ships.
"Ready the fleet."
The two brothers often came to a brawl with each other and sometimes Stannis could convince Robert that he was wrong, but two years of constant unbending searching had thought the second son that there was so room for discussion.
"Yes, your grace."
"My king!" Maester Pycelle piped up. "You can't think of going, you are needed here."
"I will kill that cunt with own two hands!" He roared.
"Then let the fleet take her prisoner and bring her here." Renly, the Master of Laws begged. "You are the king, you can't leave."
"It is really necessary for the whole fleet to go?" Littlefinger asked. "It will leave the capital open for attack and with the state of the realm being so fragile, it is not to recommend."
"I agree with Lord Baelish." The Grand Master nodded. "It is only one girl after all."
"This 'girl' has eluded me for two years I will not lose her again!"
"You won't." Stannis assured him. "But you cannot leave the capital defenseless either. Let me handle it, brother, I'll take couple of ships from Dragonstone and bring the Dragonspawn to you."
"You better." Robert warned him. "Or you'll lose your head next."
It was not an empty threat, they all knew it. The queen had been executed four months ago when she was found naked in bed with her cousin Lancel, which resulted in Tywin's resignation as hand. The position was still open and the king didn't seem in any hurry to fill it.
Ser Jamie was still in the King's Guard though not so smug anymore and never alone with the king.
Robert was in his prime again, yeas, but still a bad king. His children was locked up in the Maidenvault and never seen outside.
As Stannis left to carry out the order, Varys cleared his throat.
"On another subject, there is unrest in the North."
"That is nothing new. "Renly said. "Those savages have not been still for two years."
"Agreed, but this is different. The Lords of the North have gathered in the Ruins of Winterfell three days ago and we don't know why."
"You don't know?" Baelish teased. "Are you getting careless in your old age?"
"Nothing of the sort, Lord Baelish, it just seems that no one knows why, not even the lords."
"Now that's just silly." Pycelle said.
"Maybe so." Varys pondered. "But the North is a mysterious place and it is hard to gather information."
"Mysterious or not, it is best to keep an eye on them." Renly said. "The North still remembers the fate of the Starks. I smell treason."
"We don't know that for sure and it might be unwise to jump to conclusions. Angering them even further might bring war."
"War is coming either way as long as the Dragonspawn lives." Robert interrupted. "Which is just another reason for her to die."
The lords became silent at that, knowing the truth in his words, however Robert was the only one bearing any hatred for the girl.
Varys had his own thoughts; of his old friend Illyrio and the other two hidden Targaryens. His agenda to marry the princess off to the dothraki was coming along smoothly and as far as he knew the exiled siblings had no idea their niece was alive.
His little bird at Lys was describing the Rose as a charming and comely young woman but with a wildness that would surely earn her the northmen's loyalty if she ever met them.
He had decided that prince Oberyn's visit would not be mentioned. The throne's relationship with Dorne was bad already, no reason to make it worse.
"Still, to think she was hiding in your birthplace, Lord Varys." Baelish said. "Strange how it took you so long to find her."
"Not so strange, I'm afraid." He answered apologetically. "The whores of Lys are quite tight-lipped in contrast to the one in Westeros and the rest of Essos."
"Maybe you didn't pay them enough? Whores do anything for coin."
"Not in Lys. While they are paid like anywhere else in the world they have a certain pride that keeps them from telling their customers secrets, call it 'professional secrecy'."
Littlefinger snorted. After Varys, Petyr Baelish had the largest source of information in Westeros with his whorehouses and the very thought of it not working in Lys he disliked.
"I fear we might have become a bit sidetracked." Pycelle said. "What is going on in Winterfell?"
"Yes, well as I said no one seems knows anything at all. They just suddenly started traveling, Even the crannogmen have left their swamps."
"Something big is happening." Renly stated.
Something big indeed; both to the north and to the south.
xXx
It was three weeks after Oberyn left that Jean understood the disaster that had occurred.
She was dancing for a lyseni magister while he stroked his old, wrinkly cock when she felt the nausea. She couldn't possibly just run out, so she signaled for the musician to end the song. After the last note she bowed to the customer before hurrying out of the room, leaving the startled magister behind.
She rushed into the nearest privy and emptied her stomach. Exhausted and dizzy she fell to her knees leaning against the wall. That's were an angry Zazarra found her ten minutes later.
"What on earth do you think you're doing, leaving the magister like that?" Jean didn't answer as she felt the nausea again. She puked again and Zazarra understood there was actually something wrong with her. "Are you sick?"
"I don't know, I just felt nauseous all of a sudden."
The older woman frowned.
"Jean, when did you last bleed?"
"About four weeks ago, why…" Jean went pale. "It can't be!"
Thinking back on the day Oberyn left and she was going to drink her daily moontea only to realize she had forgotten they were out of it.
The shipment that would have come was lost in s storm and it would take at least eight weeks to receive another one.
Instead she had an herb that was not as effective as moontea but better than nothing. It reduced the possibility of getting with child but it was not guaranteed.
Apparently it didn't work on her. She was with child, again, with Oberyn's child because it had to be his. It must have happened that last day.
What on earth was she going to do?
"I- I can't be with child!" She cried. "I- what am I supposed to do?"
"Jean calm down let me call a healer just to make sure."
She was lead to her chamber by Zazarra then left alone while her friend fetched a healer.
Jean was shaking with fear. She prayed to the Old Gods that no seed had quickened in her womb.
If she truly was with child she could be in serious trouble. It wasn't that she had anything against being a mother, but she was too young and too vulnerable to have responsibility for another life.
If Robert found out where she was and that she had a child there was no telling what he would do to it.
She touched her stomach as she had done when she was on the Stepstones. She remembered the feeling of emptiness after her baby bled out from her, the guilt of robbing an innocent being of their chance to life. She had promised herself then that she would never do it again.
She had calmed down a bit. There was no need to panic; she was not so far gone yet.
She could go east to Volantis or south to the Summer Islands, further away from King's Landing. If the child didn't look like her at all and inherited much from the parental side she might not have to leave at all but if the child was born with silver hair…
The valyrian blood ran strong in Lys but the silver hair ran only in the direct descendants of the Dragon Lords, she wouldn't be able to hide it. Dyeing the child's hair would only prolong the inevitable and making it be in constant danger.
She got up, went to her dressing table and opened her jewelry box. She took up her mother's pendant and held it to her chest.
Was this how her mother felt when expecting her; this uncertainty and fear of having your child in danger?
Jean felt like she understood her mother a little more than before.
Even though this little one could not come at a more inconvenient time, she loved it. This was not the product of a horrible rape on a newly-bled girl but of an wonderful and exciting week together with a friend. She could not bear to kill it.
But maybe she wasn't with child? Maybe she just ate something bad? It was an unrealistic hope and she knew it.
She barely had time to put the pendant away before Zazarra returned with a woman in her fifties.
With gentle hands they helped Jean to get on the bed for a proper examination.
When the woman was done she washed her hands and turned to Jean.
"There's no doubt. You are definitely with child."
She held out her hand and Zazarra gave her a small pouch before showing her out.
Jean put both her hands on her belly. It was true. It really was true.
Zazarra sat down beside her.
"If you want to get rid of it we have the means."
"Thank you, Zazarra, but no. I won't kill my child again." She sighed. "I'm sorry; I know I might get you into trouble."
"It's all right but we have to tell Arello."
"I know. Do you think he'll be mad?"
"Maybe a little but he cannot do anything about it and he knows that."
They sat quiet for a minute and let the reality sink in.
"Zazarra?"
"What is it?"
Jean felt unwanted tears streaming down her face. Even though she promised!
"I'm scared."
She hugged the woman who had become like a mother to her and cried tears that was long overdue.
Author's Note:
What I wrote in this chapter is called "throatfucking" (not to be confused with "facefucking" since there's a difference) and is NOT something I recommend doing. It an extreme sort of oral sex and can be very degrading as the receiver have to submit every movement to the other party. If you like that sort of thing, sure do it. But make sure it's with someone you trust completely, it's nothing to take lightly as it can hurt you if you take it too far. I won't insinuate that I know everything about sex and other person's kinks, it's their business and I won't butt in, just do me a favor and be careful, ok?
Anyway, things are heating up now let's see what's happening next.
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