After what feels like and is almost certainly weeks at sea, the ship finally reaches Dorne, more specifically the port of Sunspear. Right off the bat, however, it seems that things are going wrong. Podrick might not recognize the absolutely gorgeous young woman who stands waiting for them on the docks, but he's fairly confident that she is NOT one of the Sand Snakes.
She is buxom and beautiful however, her olive skin standard in Dorne, as well as her large, dark eyes. However, the thick black hair that falls in ringlets to the middle of her back, the full lips, and the round, ripe breasts she sports all make her stand out from the common Dornish woman quite spectacularly. She is, Podrick instantly assesses, even more beautiful than Ellaria on her best day.
She's also royalty, he's fairly certain. There's always the possibility that someone else has stolen his idea and taken to making whores that masquerade as Queens and Princesses, but Podrick doubts it, and while the flowing silks she wears are certainly inappropriate enough to make her a whore, the gorgeous circlet on her brow and the jewels she also wears mark her as someone of high birth.
Ellaria, of course, affirms Podrick's assumptions as she steps off the boat and calls out to the young Dornish Woman.
"Princess Arianne! What a surprise… you are not who I was expecting!"
Arianne Martell, daughter to Prince Doran Martell of Dorne. Yes, that made lots of sense, and Podrick finds himself admiring the beautiful Princess in an entirely new light, even as she smiles slightly, almost wistfully, waving a hand through the air that causes her gorgeous bust to jiggle ever so slightly beneath her silks.
"Ah, if you're looking for the Sand Snakes… they have been imprisoned, on the orders of their late father."
Ellaria's eyes widen at that, before narrowing as her lips curl into a frown.
"I am confused, how…?"
She trails off, but her question is obvious, at least to the Princess who lets out a soft, airy chuckle and bows her head slightly.
"Ah, well, my uncle knew full well what he was getting into, didn't he? He knew that his quest for vengeance may not… turn out the way we all hoped. He left orders with my father Prince Doran that if news of his untimely demise was to reach Dorne, his children were to be locked away for a time so that they might deal with their grief and not do anything they might regret."
Ellaria slowly nods at this, looking pensive and contemplative. Arianne gives her a sympathetic look, wholly ignoring Podrick and the rest of the crew for the time being as she and Ellaria speak.
"I truly am sorry for your loss… but my father wishes to see you, immediately."
Ellaria startles out of her contemplation at that and blinks as two guards step forward, clearly intending to escort her to the Dornish Prince.
"A-Ah… but of course. I will talk with the Prince and affirm my loyalty to House Martell. I am sure that once I explain, Doran will see fit to release the Sand Snakes into my custody."
Arianne doesn't look so sure, but in the end, she simply shrugs, once again causing her gorgeous breasts to bounce and jiggle a bit beneath her flowing silks.
"As you say, Lady Sand."
With that, Ellaria is escorted off of the docks, leaving those left behind on the Lannister Ship to wait as the Princess approaches, her smile becoming far more fixed on her face, her eyes growing somewhat flinty.
"As for you lot… I have been asked by my father to escort you all to your rooms. As envoys of the Iron Throne, you will of course be treated with dignity and respect. Now… come along.
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As the Dornish Princess escorted them to their suite, it quickly became abundantly obvious that she had nothing but disdain for him, viewing him and most of the crew as little more than lackeys for Queen Cersei. Which to be fair, made plenty of sense. They were ostensibly here to take Myrcella home, after all…
Still, the thinly veiled disdain that Arianna directed his way made it hard to get a conversation going with the beautiful young woman. Of course, making things even more difficult was her interest in Brienne of Tarth, the Princess, for all her beauty being somewhat short, was obviously quite intrigued by the sight of the armored giant of a woman marching beside Pod.
"Who are you, if I might ask? I have never seen a woman dress like a knight before. My cousins train in martial prowess, of course, but not even they would bother with wearing so much plate mail. It would restrict their movements too much."
"I am Brienne."
The blonde's curt reply does not seem to diminish Arianne's interest one bit.
"Brienne? Brienne of where?"
"… Of Tarth."
Things continue in a similar vein, with Arianna asking questions and Brienne giving absurdly curt answers in an obvious effort to rebuff the young Princess' interest. Was it all some attempt at protecting her? No… Brienne was trying to save what little bit of her own pride that she had left, Podrick realizes. Snorting derisively as Brienne dances clumsily around Arianne's latest question, that being 'Why are you traveling with this man?', obviously referring to him, Podrick reaches out and gives a firm smack to Brienne's armored ass.
With that, the beautiful (in her own way) blonde giant's façade finally cracks. Her curtness leaves her, as does every trace of her knightly demeanor as she becomes a timid, embarrassed, blushing thing despite her size and musculature.
"I-I am Master Payne's newest whore… t-that is why I travel with him…"
No mention of the fact that she wasn't a whore when the voyage first started. No pointing out that she'd wanted so much more than to BE his whore, when she'd set out from home. Very good, the bitch was learning. Podrick grins as he casually runs his hand along her armored buttocks, letting out a grunt of approval at Brienne's confession.
Arianne Martell, meanwhile, watches this with wide eyes, looking at both him and Brienne in a fresh, new light. She'd thought him just an envoy of the Queen before but was now discovering he was a whoremonger. She'd thought Brienne a lady trying to play at being a knight, only to discover the giantess was in fact little more than HIS whore.
They stop, and it takes a moment for Arianne to collect herself, though when she finally does overcome her surprise and shock, it's with a glint of interest in her eyes that makes Podrick smile, ever so slightly.
"A-Ah… here is your suite. Come, let us make sure it is to your liking."
The quarters that they've set aside for him are nicer than the ones he had back in King's Landing, but not necessarily nicer then some of the rooms he'd fornicated in. But then to be fair, he'd fucked the Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms on her own bed more often than he could count, so it was a bit of a high bar to reach.
Still, the rooms were perfect, and Podrick says as much to the Princess, before going against all propriety with his next offer.
"I can tell your curious, Princess. If you like, you may sample my newest whore. No charge… though I will say, only the first taste is free."
Arianna hesitates at that, having just been getting ready to make her goodbyes and depart. That hesitation is all Podrick needs to snap his fingers at Brienne. His unspoken command is followed by the beautiful blonde giantess without question, though she fidgets and squirms, clearly embarrassed to be stripping down in front of a Princess.
Soon enough, Brienne of Tarth is entirely exposed, revealing her quite muscular body to both Podrick's and Arianne's eyes. The Princess stares, unabashedly, watching as Brienne's muscles ripple this way and that from the bigger woman's constant squirming. Looking at Podrick, Brienne flushes a deeper shade of humiliated red and begins to tremble when he just smiles and nod, both of them knowing what he wants her to do next.
Popping a squat, the muscular blonde places her hands behind her head, lacing her fingers through her short blonde locks and spreading her thighs nice and wide as she juts out her chest. Her entire body is trembling now, though not from the position, with how strong she was, she could most certainly hold this position for some time before her thighs even began to burn. No, Brienne trembled, because she knew what was coming next.
The Dornish Princess, meanwhile, can only watch in fascination as Podrick delivers a light tap of his booted toes to Brienne's ass. With a mighty grimace, squeezing her eyes shut in shame, Brienne begins to push the anal beads in her ass out, one by one. Each of them is quite large, and Arianne's eyes widen further for every single one that plops out of the big woman's ass, the blonde slowly depositing every last anal bead onto the floor.
Stepping forward, Podrick gives Brienne's shoulder a squeeze, before reaching around to give her tits a nice hefty smack, groping and squeezing them for the Princess' benefit as he gives Arianne a grin, all while the blonde giantess has to hold back her tears of shame.
"What do you think? She's still due for a bit of training, unfortunately, I've been doing all I can with her, but my tools are limited while we've been at sea. Still, she's certainly an exotic specimen, isn't she?"
Even as Princess Arianne is slowly nodding in stupefaction, Brienne whimpers and then mewls and moans, the combination of Podrick advertising her body to the Dornish Princess, as well as the train of beads continuing to fall from her ass causing her to experience an explosive orgasm, her pussy squirting all over the floor.
"… She is…"
Podrick chuckles, as the long line of anal beads, too long perhaps, finally comes to an end, the last of them slopping out of poor Brienne's bowels. It does not escape Arianne's notice that the giantess had those in the entire time here. It may have explained her curtness, truth be told. She'd had the closest thing to a literal stick up her ass.
Seeing how amazed the Princess is, Podrick just smirks and toes Brienne's ass again, pushing the blonde forward. Laying on her face, Brienne lifts her hips up and shows off her gaping, contracting anal passage to the Dornish Princess. Humiliating, to be sure. Utterly shameful, almost undoubtedly. And yet, the young woman doesn't run screaming at the truly debauched sight… leaving Brienne sure that her humiliation is just beginning.
Podrick, meanwhile, moves around Brienne's gorgeous prostrated body and over to where Arianne stands, frozen. It's obvious that the young woman has SOME experience with the pleasure of the flesh. He can tell as much from the fact that she's not even blushing all that much. She's fascinated, she's intrigued… and she's had sexual encounters before, though he's confident that none have been like this. In fact, he's intent on making sure none are like this.
Sidling up beside her, Podrick presses himself into the back of the clearly horny Dornish Princess, well aware that at any time she have his head cut off or have him thrown in a cell. In fact, if he'd tried this at any point before now, he's confident that's exactly what his fate would have been. As it is, Pod has gotten quite good at reading women, and can tell that Arianne is far too interested in what comes next now to stop him.
So, he guides her down to the floor, down to her knees, kneeling behind her as he does so, and he takes her gently by the wrist, lifting her hand up to Brienne's gaping, contracting anal passage.
"I did offer a free sample, did I not? Aren't you curious how it might feel to have an arm up a giantess' ass?"
Arianne's breath hitches, and she slowly nods, making Podrick smile as he carefully pushes her forward, her hand disappearing up to the wrist inside of Brienne, causing the blonde whore-knight to moan wantonly in response. As the Dornish Princess loses herself in sliding her arm in and out of Brienne's ass, fisting the blonde's bowels without hesitation, Podrick takes things one step further, pulling the chain of massive anal beads up off the ground and rubbing the end of them in Arianne's face.
The Princess, a sexual veteran and a deviant in her own right, has no problem whatsoever breathing in deeply, inhaling the wet, musky scent of the beasts as she fists the blonde whore. Ultimately, Arianna begins to flick her tongue out of her mouth to sneak a few licks at the beads, before eventually using her entire mouth to catch the massive balls one after the other, suckling on them and swallowing more and more as she finds the taste of Podrick's old cum to be very much to her liking, not that she knows that's what it is.
At the same time however, Arianne is not unaware of the thick, hot meat log that the whoremonger behind her is sporting. Bulging from his trousers, it's pressed up against her ass cheeks through her flowing silks, as well as down the back of one of her legs, so big is it in size and width. Arianne finds herself imagining what it would be like inside of her, imagining what it must look like, this gargantuan member...
Podrick, meanwhile, can tell that the Princess is getting more and more into it, sucking the anal beads that had been up Brienne's ass clean one after the other and fisting the blonde whore-knight's back door quite vigorously now. Not wanting to push his luck, and still assuming that the deviant royal is more interested in Brienne then him, Podrick begins to pull away, though not before whispering in Arianne's ear as he does so.
"That was the sample, my dear… but we can discuss payment after you've had your fun with sweet, innocent Brienne of Tarth. I hope you enjoy breaking her in."
He makes to pull away to let the horny princess thoroughly enjoy her whore, but to his pleasant surprise, Arianne stops him, her free hand lashing out and grabbing him by the arm. Once she has his attention, she lets go and looks back up at him, making eye contact as she pulls the sucked clean anal beads from her mouth without a single gag. The last one leaves her plump, pouty lips with a pop and the dark-eyed, olive-skinned Princess bats her eyelashes as she gives him a lewd sort of smile.
"And are your services also available for purchase, whoremonger?"
Podrick, having stood up at this point so that he's now towering over the kneeling Princess, snorts derisively… and proceeds to whip out his cock. Bringing his member down onto Arianne's upturned face with a meaty smack, watching as it drapes over the bridge of her nose, his balls dangling inches from her chin while his cockhead rests in her hair, a couple of inches above her forehead, he merely shrugs his shoulders.
"It'll cost extra, Princess."
Arianne's eyes have already gone crossed, paying his words no mind as her nostrils flare and she takes in that same musky scent from before. Now knowing where the taste and scent on the anal beads came from, the Dornish Princess lets out a perverted giggle, before beginning to lick and suckle at his length. All while continuing to fist poor, beleaguered Brienne all at the same time.
As Brienne gets fist-fucked in the ass, Podrick finds himself receiving a somewhat expert blowjob from a clearly experienced Slut-Princess, though he's not sure she'd appreciate if he used the terminology out loud. Still, it's obvious that's exactly what Arianne Martell is. She's a slutty little minx, well-practiced in the art of sex. Certainly, more practiced then Cersei or Margaery were, before he got his hands on them. She was about as good at sucking his dick as they'd both been maybe halfway through their individual training.
To be fair, his cock is rather massive, and it's obvious that for all of Arianne's prior experience, for all her enthusiasm and eagerness to get down to business, that she's NEVER handled a man like him before. Podrick wonders briefly if Dornish men are just naturally smaller on average… but no, in the end he just chalks it up to his bitch breaker of a cock being bigger than most men in the Seven Kingdoms and likely Essos as well.
He may not have had much chance to compare dick sizes in the past, but now that he's effectively become the owner of several brothels, getting a look at other dudes' dicks has become an unfortunate, unavoidable part of his life. As such, Podrick knows full well that he's got a much larger than average cock. Either that, or the men that frequent brothels are smaller than average.
Regardless, Arianne works over his cock, slurping at his length, running her tongue from his head to his balls and then back again, over and over. She rubs her face across his cock as she does so, luxuriating in the smell and taste at the same time, moaning wantonly from her position kneeling beneath him. It's a truly erotic sight, especially with that circlet she's wearing across her brow, signifying her position as a Princess of Dorne. Sure, he's had Queens aplenty… but never a Princess, Podrick realizes with a start.
And certainly not such a slutty, eager to please Princess. Every once in a while, Arianne will pull back entirely and suckle on just the head of his member, her lips suctioning down around his dick tip as her dark eyes start up at him, her tongue swirling around for several long moments before she returns to licking and lapping and nuzzling at his cock. She never goes further then that, never takes him further into her mouth or down her throat.
Perhaps she doesn't know how, or perhaps the Slut Princess simply knows her limits and isn't willing to go past them. Podrick doesn't truly blame her, he knows full well how hard it is for a woman, even a whore, to handle his cock orally. That doesn't mean he isn't going to endeavor to touch her how to properly suck his bitch breaker of a member… but that can wait until later.
Now that his cock is nice and hard and lubed up, Podrick pulls away from Arianne's mouth and kneels once more. This causes her to turn back around, her body having been a bit twisted up until now as she turned her head in one direction to suck his cock, while fisting Brienne's ass in the other direction. Now, Arianne turns towards Brienne and plants her free hand on the ground as she assumes the position, lifting her ass up into the air.
Podrick flips up the back of her skimpy silken dress, pulling her flowing silks out of the way and exposing her shapely, olive-skinned behind. Even her ass looks truly exceptional, the Dornish Princess' body a work of art that Pod can't help but spend a moment admiring. As he grabs hold of her gorgeous, blemish-free bubble butt with both hands and begins to massage her perfect posterior, Arianne looks back over her shoulder at him with a knowing smile. He lines his cock up with her sopping wet cunt lips, even as she speaks.
"You truly are blessed, whoremonger. You're about to get a chance to feel the best cunt in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms wrapped around your cock. Honestly, you should be pay-!"
Arianne, ever arrogant, begins to declare her superiority over every other woman on Westeros… only for the air to be forced out of her lungs a second later before she can continue on. As Podrick thrusts into her cunt with the force of a sucker punch, it pushes Arianne's hand in Brienne up to the elbow, leaving her entire arm buried in the muscular blonde's bowels.
The jolt, as it were, causes the blonde whore-knight to squeal and squirt uncontrollably, her pussy juices spraying all over the floor. Chuckling, Podrick calmly notes the mess that Brienne is making, even as he grabs hold of the Princess' silky black mane quite roughly.
"Oh my, look at the mess you're creating. It's only right that you help us stay as tidy as possible."
With that said, Podrick forces Arianne's face into the squirting torrent, even as he draws back and thrusts in again, beginning his assault on yet another royal pussy in earnest. Now is the moment when he starts Arianne Martell's training. Now is the moment when he begins to break down yet another woman of noble blood and make her his whore.
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The Dornish Princess is torn between anger and lust unending. On the one hand, how dare this loyalty whoremonger treat her this way! She wasn't one of his whores, to be bossed around or used to mop up pussy juices! And yet, as she sputters and twists her head this way and that in the face of Brienne of Tarth's unrelenting squirting, every stroke of the whoremonger's cock pounding away inside of her makes her quiver in delight.
She doesn't even know his name, though Brienne referred to him as Master Payne, did she not? Obviously, Arianne wouldn't be caught dead calling some lackey of the Lannisters' 'Master' or anything of the like. For now, he would remain 'that whoremonger' in her head, until she could discern his actual name. As it stood, that whoremonger had the biggest fucking cock she'd ever seen, let alone experienced!
And truth be told, Arianne Martell had experienced quite a lot of cock, in her day. She'd experienced a lot of pussy too. She was an equal-opportunity offender, the Dornish Princess always ready for a tumble in the hay, a quickie behind the barn, a fuck in the sack. Alright, so maybe she was stretching the metaphor. Regardless, she wasn't one to shy away from sex.
At a younger age, she hadn't been much of a looker. She'd been a bit overweight, and altogether flat in the chest. Every night, Arianne Martell had gotten down on her knees at the side of her bed, and she'd prayed to the Seven, begging them for beauty as she grew older. In the end, she'd gotten what she asked for… while also maturing enough to realize that the Seven were a bunch of bullocks in the end, and that she only had her mother and her father's good looks to thank for how she'd ultimately turned out. Her mother, more than her father.
Now in her early twenties, Arianne very much favored her mother Mellario in looks, a more beautiful, younger version of her beloved mama. She knew she was a looker, and she used those looks to her advantage to get what she wanted… which was usually WHO she wanted, more often than not. When she'd first seen Brienne of Tarth get off the boat, she'd been intrigued, needless to say. The blonde giant, armored and armed to the teeth, had seemed so stoic and strong and Arianne had honestly wanted nothing more than to get her into bed and force her into submission.
Only to find that the whoremonger had beaten her to the punch. Beneath the thin façade, Brienne of Tarth was nothing but the whoremonger's whore, and the whoremonger, who Arianne had simply been entirely dismissive of until now, was the true surprise. Even now, he was fucking her with such force that she was seeing stars, her cunt walls squeezing and clenching around his invading member, trying to push him out, but to no avail.
Unfortunately, Arianne was currently in rather dire straits, and thus wasn't able to enjoy the biggest damn cock she'd ever had as much as she would have liked. Put bluntly, she was trying not to drown in Brienne's pussy juices, the sexual fluids still spraying out as a result of Arianne effectively arm-fucking the blonde whore's ass. However, every time Arianne tries to pull her arm and hand out of the tight anal passage it's currently buried in, the whoremonger's thrusting pushes her forward and it back in again. For every inch out, it feels like another pistoning motion of his massive prick sends her right back to where she started.
It doesn't help matters either, when suddenly Brienne's lower legs come up off the ground and her feet wrap, involuntarily Arianne assumes, back behind the olive-skinned Princess' neck, effectively trapping her head between Brienne's thighs with how muscular the massive woman was. In comparison, Arianne was effectively quite petite indeed, buxom and curvaceous sure, but also quite short. Perhaps she was more of a short stack then petite, but Arianne was too focused on other more worrying matters then to quibble with herself over terminology.
Held in place, unable to escape from the pussy juices, Arianne is forced to drink down Brienne's girl cum, even as her cunt is continually ravaged by the whoremonger's bitch breaker of a cock. To Arianne's surprise, even Brienne's pussy juices taste of his cock, of his seed, and she finds that task of swallowing the blonde whore-knight's fluids not that arduous after all.
Meanwhile, the Dornish Princess feels an orgasm approaching. She of course immediately tamps down on her impending release, suppressing the pleasure, holding back her expected climax. She refuses to cum… and with years of experience and dozens upon dozens of sexual partners, the debauched Princess has a lot of skill at holding back. Never cum first, not unless you care not at all about your partner.
And to be fair, Arianne has had both men and women that she used and discarded in that way. Sometimes she just needed a quick orgasm, a quick climax, and a simple tongue on her clit and lower lips was usually good enough to suffice. If it wasn't, then she'd push some male servant down and ride him until she climaxed. Sometimes they came as well, most of the time, they didn't. She'd always had something of a hair trigger, though in recent years she'd learned how to suppress said hair trigger.
With the lovers that Arianne cared about more, those that weren't just meaningless servants to take care of her needs, Arianne always made sure to extract at least one release from them before allowing herself the same, be they man or woman. It was a simple matter of dominance. If they made her cum first, it meant they had some measure of control over her, that they were stronger than her. So obviously, she couldn't let that happen. With servants, it mattered little because they knew their place and knew they were beneath her. With her more serious lovers, Arianne had to keep control of the relationship, as a Princess of Dorne should.
However, with this whoremonger… it was becoming increasingly more difficult to hold back her impending climax. As he pillages her insides, as he ravages her cunt with his cock, all Arianne can do is moan wantonly, her eyes going crossed. Brienne's pussy juices continue to squirt into her face, her upper body still trapped by the muscular woman's power leglock, and Arianne's arm is still trapped in Brienne's ass… but at the same time, practically all of Arianne's focus is now entirely on the whoremonger's massive, fat cock, which is pumping and pistoning in and out of her quim harder and faster by the moment.
In the end, as shameful and humiliating as it is… Princess Arianne Martell of Dorne's experienced pussy ultimately loses the fight against Podrick Payne's bitch breaker of a cock. With a muffled squeal and shriek of ecstasy, Arianne's control over her own body finally snaps, and the orgasm she's been trying to hold back all this time finally arrives. Because she forced it down for so long, it arrives tenfold what it would have been, explosive to say the least, leaving her spasming and seizing up, trapped on her hands and knees between Brienne and the whoremonger as she is.
Her cunt sucks his massive cock in all the deeper, leaving Arianne's eyes to roll up in her skull as she orgasms again and again around his dick, climaxing multiple times in a short period, and then some, the orgasms not seeming to really stop so much as die down in intensity after a while, only to ratchet up again a few moments later.
It's in this haze of pleasure as the Princess experiences the most bliss and greatest ecstasy of her life, that the whoremonger speaks up. He says something, but she doesn't quite hear it at first. She's too busy cumming her brains out, the rush and roar of blood in her ears too much as his cock pistons in and out of her cunt like the most pleasurable sucker punch she's ever taken, again and again and again.
"D-… wan-… side… or out…"
He's still talking though, repeating whatever it was he was saying. Arianne tries to focus, she's a Princess of Dorne after all, and she has her pride. If she can't hold a conversation while getting fucked even this hard, then she's a disgrace as a woman and a Princess. It takes a bit for it to properly break through the haze of pleasure, but finally she hears what Podrick is saying.
"Princess, I'm only going to ask one more time. Do you want it inside or outside?"
It takes another few seconds for his words to process and hit her. As Arianne realizes the implications, her eyes widen. To have a whoremonger cum inside of her? Sure, she could still drink Moon Tea to make sure that none of his seed took… and yet, part of her worried that even that wouldn't be enough with a man this well-hung. What if his cum was as thick and undefeatable as his cock had proven to be.
Arianne does her best to scream outside, but her best, as it so happens, is still very much muffled by Brienne of Tarth's muff. And even as she's trying to say outside, a much clearer voice rings out from the doorway of the room.
"Inside. Cum inside of her, Podrick."
A moment later, and Ellaria Sand is across the room and kneeling behind Podrick Payne, wrapping her arms around her Master's chest and running them across his body as she repeats herself, directly in his ear.
"Do it. Paint this slutty little Dornish Princess' insides white with your seed, my lord. FILL her like she's never ever been filled before."
That proves to be the straw that breaks the camel's back, so to speak. With one last bone jarring slam, Podrick proves unable to hold back any further, his bitch breaker finally forcing its way into the Princess' womb, just as he's pumping a thick, viscous load of virile seed into Arianne Martell. Arianne can only scream and squeal into Brienne of Tarth's cunt in both indignant anger and overwhelming pleasure as she feels boiling cum claim her womb.
Her body jerks erratically through one last furious, explosive orgasm, before her eyes fully roll up in her head and she passes out on the spot, slumping forward into unconsciousness, held up only by Podrick's hands on her hips and Brienne's lower legs wrapped around her head. That's how she falls asleep… but it's not how she'll wake up.
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When she wakes once more, her eyes flutter open slowly, even as Arianne just as slowly processes the massive log of man meat buried down her throat. Podrick Payne's cock is currently in her mouth, and there's a tongue at her cunt, pretty much the exact opposite of what she remembered last being the case. Looking up from her position to assess what's happening, the Dornish Princess finds the whoremonger from King's Landing and Ellaria Sand laid side by side.
Podrick's hand holds her head down firmly as he takes advantage of her lack of gag reflex to hilt his cock down her throat. At the same time though, the whoremonger doesn't pay her the slightest bit of attention, ignoring her just like she'd ignored him when they'd first met and choosing to converse with Ellaria Sand of all people instead.
"Don't worry, Master. I've managed to convince Doran that I have no intentions of trying to incite Dorne to war. He and Oberyn were just worried, rightfully so I might add, that I and Oberyn's daughters might damage Dorne in our attempts to take revenge on Oberyn's killers. So, they made a few contingency plans."
Shrugging one shoulder, smiling easily, Ellaria gives Podrick a wink, even as Arianne watches the interaction with a truly massive cock in her throat, her nostrils flaring to take in air that is of course filled with the whoremonger's musk.
"Now that I've convinced the Prince that I have no intentions of hurting Dorne to avenge Oberyn, it's only a matter of time before I convince him to relent and release Oberyn's daughters into my custody as well."
As Ellaria speaks, Arianne listens. But her attention is undeniably split. The Dornish Princess is simply not used to being… so used and abused, truth be told. She is undeniably in the bottom position here, and it's a completely new experience for her. Not necessarily a bad experience, yet part of her feels like she should be putting a stop to it all the same.
"This will work quite well, in fact. They will be weaponless when they come under my care. They will be grateful that I was able to free them from their confinement. They will be vulnerable, grieving the loss of their father still. It will allow you to slip in and show them that there are more important things in this world than vengeance. Like Master's big… fat… cock."
Even as she listens to Oberyn's paramour seemingly set her deceased lover entirely aside for this Lannister Lackey (albeit a Lannister Lackey with a truly impressive member) Arianne is coming to a realization. She might be on the bottom, but she's not rock bottom. No, that position currently seems to reside with one Brienne of Tarth, who's tongue Arianne can only assume is currently the one flicking and licking and lapping away at her cunt. The blonde is the only other one in the room that Arianne can't see right now, due to her head being pushed back, her neck bulging with Podrick's prick. So, it only makes sense that the whore-knight is currently servicing her orally.
Still, all of this… it's beneath her. At least, it should be. The Dornish Princess refuses to be used and abused by some whoremonger, no matter how big or thick his cock is. And especially, how dare he make use of her throat as if she is some toy, while she was unconscious. Even if they went back to the beginning on all of this, was she not supposed to be the client here? She was the one paying to use Podrick and Brienne's bodies, not the other way around!
And yet, as Arianne begins to struggle free in earnest, as she tries to force her way up off of Podrick's cock and out of his grasp, his grip on her silken black hair tightens, and the whoremonger smiles as he looks down at the struggling olive-skinned beauty in his grasp.
"Not to worry, Princess. Brienne will make sure your quim is cum free by the time you come to again."
His words distract her for a moment, causing her to stop and look up at him as her brow furrows in confusion. That confusion is abruptly replaced with shock as Podrick takes hold of her hair with both of his hands and begins to roughly face fuck her against his cock. Arianne can't help but make humiliating, wet noises, as even without a gag reflex, his cock pistoning in and out of her throat leaves her choking and gurgling like some street whore.
"Hurhgkk! Gagughk!"
And yet, Podrick never lets up, not even for a second. He forces his massive bitch breaker down her throat again and again and again, and Arianne's eyes begins to roll around in her head as a distinct lack of air leaves her fuzzier and fuzzier. She has no idea how long she was out last time, but she's beginning to realize the very real danger of this whoremonger, his whore-knight, and Oberyn's former paramour, who now seems to call Podrick Payne Master just as Brienne of Tarth does.
Exactly what matter of beast as Ellaria Sand brought back to Dorne with her? What sort of man has she unleashed about their women? And will Arianne be able to survive long enough to escape his clutches and warn her father of this Podrick Payne? A few moments later, the well-endowed young man lets out a hearty groan, burying Arianne's face deep in his pubic hair as he abruptly fills her mouth, throat, and nostrils with hot cum.
As his seed explodes out of her nose and the sides of her mouth, for the second time in one day, the Princess of Dorne loses consciousness, her eyes rolling back in her head as she passes out once more from the lack of oxygen.
Podrick, meanwhile, just smiles down at the utterly gorgeous Princess in his grasp. She looks good with her face ruined by his cum and her own involuntary tears. She'll look better, once her dark eyes are filled with adoration and devotion for him and only him. But he recognizes this much… she's not broken yet. Most definitely not.
He's going to have to work harder with this one. Compared to all of the women before her, Podrick Payne fully recognizes that Arianne Martell, Princess of Dorne, is going to be his greatest challenge to date. And he simply cannot wait to begin the next session.
This was going to be fun.
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