'What do you mean she's busy?'
The Brothel owner spat between his front teeth, flem spattering the counter. 'It means, find some else to suck your cock, dwarf.'
'Well…..when will she be not busy?'
'Two days from now.'
'Huh?'
'A client paid a pretty penny for her.' The man said, paying more attention to the mug he was cleaning.
Tyrion's foot began tapping in frustration. 'Fine, how about Grace?'
'Busy…'
'Lenna?'
'Getting plowed.'
'Hell, I'll take Fannie at this rate.'
'Fannie got kicked in the face by a horse and died.'
'Seven Hells…'
'Ay, I'm afraid all our girls are either fully booked or dead.'
'FUCK.'
Tyrion made his way through the cobbled streets, sulking and kicking rocks all the way back to Illyrio's Manse. One stone flew fast, pelting a beggar in the temple. That made Tyrion feel a little bit better. I wonder if Illyrio's servants take coin for pleasure. *Sigh* I was really looking forward to that silver haired goddess. He closed his eyes, picturing her pink lips wrapped around his cock. Her violet eyes staring lustfully up at him. I want her so bad. She's the only thing that comforts me, makes me feel… big.
Tyrion had no intention of letting her go. He had big plans for her. Plan's designed to take revenge on his family and the whole of Kings Landing. No one is innocent in that city, I'll make sure they all burn. I might be inclined to let Cersei live. As long as I hold her children hostage, she'll be obedient to a fault. I'll sit on the Iron Throne, holding council with the Lord's of Westeros. And down by my feet will be dear Cersei, polishing my cock with her tongue. Tyrion then came back to present, finding himself drooling. He looked down, finding his trousers stretched around the groin. But first, I need a drink. He turned around, making his way through the crowded street. If there's one thing this city does not lack, it's brothels.
Her large breast enveloped his cock. She spat on his mushroom tip and began rubbing her tits together, lubricating up and down his shaft. There was something about big brown tits that got Tyrion hot under the collar.
He noticed this whore almost immediately when he walked through the door. She wore nothing but gold and silver jewelry. From her neck all the way down to her ankles. Around her hips hung jewels of green and gold. They dangled as if they were a ballroom chandelier. He stared gape at her before his tongue reminded his need for a drink.
He took a seat in the corner of the room, taking advice from his brother, way back, 'the best way to detect danger and avoid surprise attacks, sit in the corner with the best view.' It's a good way to see the full menu of whores on offer. A young Dornish girl came over with a full tray in her hand. 'Can I get anything for you handsome?'
You could get on this table and lift up your skirt. I'm dying to see what you got under there. 'I pint to start. Afterwards, we'll see.' She smiled sweetly, placing a cup on the table. 'How old are you, girl? If you don't mind me asking, you look new.''
'Name's Mel, I'm one of the new girls.'
'Of course you are. You look ten and six.' He couldn't help but feel like he's seen her before. He tried to place her but kept getting distracted by her perky breasts.
'Are you into young girls?'
'You could say that. I'm married to a girl younger than you.' Mel gave him a peculiar look, however never slipping her sweet smile. 'She isn't as pretty as you thought.' That was a lie, but one of the kinder ones he's made in his life.
'Mel, we need you at table four.' A woman strode up. It was the same tanned woman he noticed earlier. Gods, she looked like a real Queen. Gold covered every part of her, except the parts that mattered. Those breasts, Tyrion couldn't help but notice how they glistened with sweat.'
The women stood side by side. 'Sorry, I'll be right there.' Mel carried on.
Tyrion glanced back and forth between the two. 'Wait just a minute.' The older woman looked back at him, curious. 'You two, related? Sisters maybe?'
She smiled with pride. 'I'm the mother of this sweet girl.' Tyrion's penis twitched. 'You can call me Sonya.'
'You work with your daughter in a brothel?'
'It's the best way to keep an eye on her.' She said with a mocking grin.
'You're pulling my leg.'
Sonya leaned over the table, resting her hand near his. Her breast hung eye level to Tyrion. 'That's the one thing I'm not paid for. She's my own. Conceived in a brothel just like this one.'
Tyrion finished his drink, slamming down on the table. 'Can I get you another?'
'I think I'd like a room.' Laying a shockingly large bag of coins on the table. Her eyes went wide.
'Would you like one of us to accompany you?'
'The both of you will accompany me.' He smiled devilishly. 'Her Mother needs to keep an eye on her, after all.'
That's what led to Tyrion's cock being massaged by two black nipples. Sonya wrapped her tongue around his tip, making his penis flinch in excitement.
Down below, his ball sack was wet with warm saliva. Mel took it on herself to massage his scrotum with her mouth. Her mouth made wet sucking sounds, making Tyrion even harder. Sonya finally let go, making room for her daughter to drag her tongue all the way up his shaft. She took it deep down her throat, giving whorish moans that made even her mother blush. Sonya held Mel's hair back, biting her lip as she watched. She was getting wet. 'Cock sucking is her expertise; you'll find no better.'
'You think so?' Tyrion said, cocking an eyebrow.
The two women's tongues fought for dominance, sliding up and down the dwarf's cock. Their lips were wet with each other's saliva. 'Slrrrrrrpp.' Was all you could hear in the room. Their lips then came in contact, and before they knew it, they had each other's tongues in their mouths, kissing lustfully.
Sonya then turned her daughters head to Tyrion, who was watching with excitement. 'Get on top, sweetling. It's time that pussy was broken in.' Mel climbed over Tyrion, her vagina just brushing the tip of his cock. She had an erotic body. Skinny, but still curvy in all the right places. Her hips were on full display as she sat down on his cock. She was young no doubt, but she moaned like an experienced cock crazed whore.
Sonya laid beside Tyrion, digging her nails through his hair, brushing her lips upon his. Mel thrusted her hips faster, making his cock slam against her cervix. She moaned louder, arms up to her head, fingers dragging through her hair. Her tits bouncing up and down. Tyrion couldn't help but think that Mel had her mothers nipples. He then put one of Sonya's nipples in his mouth, sucking hard and deep. She moaned beautifully.
Mel turned, her ass now facing the Dwarf. She began thrusting, shaking her ass erotically. Tyrion felt himself ready to burst. He groaned louder, his body jerking. She didn't get off however. She continued thrusting, clapping her ass against his groin. He then let go, draining his balls of semen. Mel didn't get off until every bit was pumped into her uterus.
Tyrion laid their panting, Sonya's nipple still in his mouth. Mel slowly lifted herself off his limp dick. White cum drooled out of her. 'What a good girl, she is.' Sonya said, brushing Tyrion's hair back. She began stroking his penis, still glistening with cum. 'She took every bit this little guy had to offer.'
'That was…..something else.'
'Well…' She brought her lips to his ear. 'If you are ever in need of our services again. You know where to find us.'
Tyrion came out limp, in more ways than one. He made his way down the stairs only to be greeted by the chanting and roaring of grotesque men. They crowded the brothel, dressed in rusted chainmail and steel, wrapped in rags and torn cloaks. Tyrion had guessed they came straight from a battle due to their rowdy attitudes and the concentrated smell of blood. A crowd of men clambered around a table where two individuals took turns chugging pints of beer. One stood up, berating the other with slobbering insults and raving threats, before finally slipping on his own drool and cracking his head against the edge of the table. Everyone cheered triumphantly before tossing him out the building.
Tyrion continued on, finding the table where he was sitting occupied by older men in more glamorous armor. In his chair sat a man with long white hair and leathery skin. On his lap sat a young woman with breasts big enough to be spilling out of her bodice. The old man smiled as he crept a hand up her skirt making her squirm and blush.
They all simultaneously turned their heads, hearing the clamor of men spitting threats and breaking noses. 'Your man lost, take whatever scrap of coin you got left and piss off.' Fist's were flying, bodies were thrown through tables, steel was drawn. Men and Women cried and ran for cover.
A commanding voice broke through the commotion, turning everyone silent. 'Men of the Windblown, fight all you like, for no celebration is made without a few broken teeth. I won't tolerate my men killing each other however. Drop your steel and take it outside, before you destroy these peoples' houses of pleasure.'
Men of the Windblown eh. The opportunity here was not lost on Tyrion. The seemingly commander of the Windblown returned to his jovial behavior. He had his face placed firmly between the girl's tits laughing drunkenly. 'Are you the Commander of these savages?' The old man looked up, and then a little bit down, finding Tyrion with a harmless grin.
'Ay I might be.' He took a gulp from his cup. 'Some might say a mercenary band commands itself, I just tell em where's the battle.'
'What if I told you, I know of a battle.'
'I might be inclined to listen. I can't promise to fight on your side however.
'I assure you, I am the winning side.'
The man showed little interest. 'Cockyness will get you nowhere without coin dwarf'
'Of coin, I offer more than you can dream, and more. However the information I'm about to offer is delicate. May we go somewhere more private?'
He held his hands out as if bringing awareness of something. 'Where is more private than here? I can barely hear myself think. Speak quickly dwarf, before I bolt you on my battle standard.'
Seven hells, how I hate mercenaries. No subtlety whatsoever. 'What I'm offering you is Lordship. To be on the winning side of History. To bring a girl to power that she has unjustly lost.'
'Sounds familiar.' He said, itching the inside of his ear with a pinky. 'If I recall, the last girl that tried to take back her inheritance was brought infront of crowd of deadly savages and raped endlessly until finally dying from her torment. Conquest isn't a little girls game.'
'You won't see me argue with you on that. It is, however, a game I am well attuned with.' Here we go, a gamble for all the marbles, or my head.
'You Dwarf?' He said mockingly.
'That's right, you're talking to a cunning politician as well as a seasoned battle commander. Laugh if you like….' And boy was he laughing. '...but you are speaking to none other than the Dwarf from King's Landing.'
The old man's laugh turned to mocking. 'Pfffff, am I supposed to know who that is?'
'You should, no doubt news has traveled across the sea concerning the death of the King and his Hand.'
The commander glared at him, a deadly glare that struck a chill through
Tyrion 'So, what you're telling me is that I should cut your head off and give it to your sister, the Queen. Seems a much more assurable way for coin, than whatever lost cause you're proposing.'
'Coin you'll blow in a week. But what if you had coin, Lordship, and a Castle of your own.
He finally tossed the woman off his knee, shooing her away. 'I was offered something similar once upon a time. It didn't end too well.'
'Ask anyone who knows me, I always pay my debts, no matter what.'
'Everyone who knows you wants you dead.' He said, smiling evilly.
'Not everyone.' He said defensively. 'Ask any whore in Pentos. I am open handed to all my friends. And there are still some in Westeros who still consider me a friend. Once we have revealed ourselves, I have no doubt they will come to our side. Along with all the Lords still loyal to the girl's family name. Now that Tywin Lannister is dead, the crown is in disarray. Too many imbeciles grabbing for power, scheming against each other. Now is the time to strike, while they are weak.
They stood in silence as the old man pondered. But then another man's voice spoke out. 'If this is the same girl I think it is. Then you are too late, she is already dead. Just as our commander has said.' Tyrion turned to the man, sitting on the other end of the table. He was weary looking, middle aged and balding.
'This girl you speak of, is she the very same?' Asked the commander.
'Indeed, he is right. Except for the part about her being dead. She is very much alive.'
'Then prove it.'
'And then? Am I to take this as your acceptance of my contract?'
'If you can prove she lives…I would be more than inclined to join you.'
Tyrion couldn't hide his smile. 'Contract first, then I will bring the girl. If I fail at providing proof, then you are free to do what you like with me.
The old man nodded. He gestured to a scrawny man who came over with a pen and parchment. Tyrion spared no time signing, before the old man snatched it up, placing it into his colorful cloak.
'Sit tight then, I'll be right over with the girl.' Tyrion said, heading for the door. 'Oh apologies, I completely forgot to ask your name.'
'They call me Tatters. And you best hurry, Dwarf.'
Tyrion pushed through the doors, finding the place quieter than usual. Understandable, considering all the girls are rented out for the night.
'Your back.' The owner said behind the bar, scowling. I was hoping his attitude would improve even a little bit.
'Yes well…..' He knew he needed a different approach this time. '...I'd like a room.'
'I told you, all our girls are busy.'
'Don't need one. I have a beautiful lass on her way. I just need a room.'
He snorted. 'Very well, this way.'
The bartender escorted him into the room and left without a word. That was easy. Now I just need to figure out which room she's in. This will take the cleverness of a Lannister to pull off.
'Ahhhhhh' The girl screamed.
'Sorry wrong room.'
'Get out, creep.' Said the ugly man.
Tyrion slammed the door. Wasn't her, on to the next door I guess.
'Seven hells, what are you doing in here?' The man said, still pressed tight against the woman's vagina.
'Oh sorry, wrong room.'
'Wait…..' Tyrion turned back. 'Care to join us?'
'Uh….no that's ok.'
The woman moaned. 'I hear a Dwarf cock is good luck.' Her large ass was still clapping against the man.
'That true?' The man groaned, thrusting faster. 'Is your cock good luck? Giaaah….. come join us.
'That's alright, I have a girl waiting for me. Another time maybe. Tyrion closed the door quickly. Fuck, I'm running out of rooms at this rate. He quickly opened the next door, finding a mess of lying bodies. Men and women both, naked and sound asleep. So this is where all the girls went. They looked like they were devoured. Bruises, bite marks, and red lashes as if they were whipped. They were soaked to the bone, panting heavily while they slept.
On one of the beds, Tyrion took notice of her. She lay twisted on her back, one arm hanging off the bed. Her beautiful breasts heaving with every breath.
Tyrion shook her. 'Dany, wake up.' He whispered. 'Dany, come on, you gotta wake up.'
'Hmmmm….only my brother called me, Dany.' She mumbled.
'Shit, they did a number on you.' Beside her slept a huge man, made entirely of muscle. If I wake him, I'm a dead man. Tyrion took hold of her arms and pulled. Slowly she was pulled off the bed, rousing her from slumber.
'Wh..What the hell?'
'Keep your voice down.'
'Tyrion?' She said louder.
'Shhhh, come with me.
'What…..why?'
'Um….' He thought it through carefully. 'You've been found out. The king knows you're here. He's sent men to kill you. We need to leave now.'
Her eyes went wide, drowsiness cured in an instant. She didn't say anything, she just looked at him and nodded.
They walked quickly through the main lounge. Dany wore a heavy cloak around her, a hood covering her silver head.
'Dany?' Called the bartender. Tyrion and Dany turned. 'Where are you going?'
'I quit, Boros.'
He looked shocked. 'You can't quit, those men paid two nights for you.'
'Look Boros, you can pay them with the money you owe me. But I really got to go.'
'Do you think that's gonna settle things? These men can't be reasoned with, Dany. They are fucking pirates. Now get back in there before you get us all killed.'
Tyrion piped in. 'Lets go, we don't have time for this.'
'Quite Imp.' Boros raged. 'I knew I should have thrown you out.' He grabbed at Tyrion's collar, holding him high in the air. 'And that's just what I'll do, only I'll break your neck first.'
'Boros, let him go.' Dany grabbed his arm.
'I told you, get back in there and do your job.' He pried her hand off, now holding her arm tight. She winced in pain.
'You gotta treat your workers with more respect than that…' Said a man standing in the doorway.
Boros turned. 'What now?'
'...otherwise, you'll find no one wanting to work for you.'
Tyrion recognized him. It was the same balding man that was drinking with Tatters. 'Wh…what are you doing here?'
'Followed you, obviously.'
'Tatters not trust me?'
'Of course not. Who would? But he didn't send me. I came for my own reasons.'
'Get the Fuck out of my brothel before end up the same way as your little friend.' Boros shook Tyrion in the air, making his head bob.
'He's not my friend and I don't care what you do to him. I'm here for her.' He stared at her with gentle eyes. And she stared back with recognition.
'Jorah? Is that you?'
'Ay Dany, it's me. I've come to get you out of here.'
'That's what I'm doing.' Tyrion said despairingly.
'And what a marvelous job you've done so far.' He said sarcastically.
'You have to help me. You're under contract to help me.' He grunted.
'That contract means shit to me. I am under oath to her. I will do whatever she commands of me. If she wishes to come back with me to Tatters and continue her conquest, I will not deny her. If she wishes to continue hiding in solitude, I will do everything I can to help her do so.'
'You won't be helping her with shit. She's going right back in that room and doing her job. Getting fucked like the whore she is.' Boros taunted.
Jorag drew his steel, pointing it at him. Boros heaved Tyrion over his head, ready to throw him at the knight.
'WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THAT RACKET.' A booming voice screamed. They all stood frozen as heavy footsteps made their way into the lounge. 'FUCKING ENGRATE'S, WHAT IS GOING ON.' The large man raged.
'Oh shit.' Tyrion recalled that same mound of muscle sleeping next to Dany.
Boros' voice turned submissive. 'I'm terribly sorry, Lord Greyjoy. We were having a little misunderstanding out here. Typical brothel business.' Greyjoy? As in, Victarion Greyjoy? Fuck, FUCK. Tyrion winced, as he looked down.
'Your typical brothel business woke my entire crew from their drunken stupor.' As could be seen behind Victarion, stood angry, half-naked men.
Boros feigned surprise. 'Did it now? A thousand pardons, my Lord. It was this man and his silly Dwarf here….' He said, shaking Tyrion again. '...who was causing the commotion. I told em, I told em….' His voice cracked higher the second time. '...all our girls are occupied. But they just wouldn't take no for an answer.'
Greyjoy turned to Dany. 'What are you doing out here, girl?' Dany stood frozen, fearful by the size of him. She remembered it was only a few hours ago that she was pinned against him, being turned into puddy as he violated her with his giant cock.
'She's leaving with me.' Jorah broke in.
'Who the hell are you?' The big brute glared at him with killing intent.
'Jorah Mormont…of Bear Island.'
Victarion cracked a wide grin. 'Mormont eh?' He gestured to his men, and quickly they brought forward his axe. 'We Greyjoy's used to raid Bear Island for sport. Wore your pelts over our shoulders while we ravaged your woman. You were easy prey.'
'Couldn't have been easier as when we assaulted your stronghold on Pyk. What a lofty Rebellion that was. I can't blame the blunder solely on your brother however. With a dunce like you, Captain of his fleet, it was bound to go up in flames.'
Victarion cleaved his axe into a table, cutting it in half. 'Come on Mormont, once I'm done with you, I'll tie your corpse to the front of my Ship.'
'Now hang on….' Boros appealed. '...if you two aim to kill each other, do it outside, away from my….yoooouuch.' Tyrion bit his hand and was left falling on his back. Boros lunged at him, but the Dwarf was too quick. Tyrion began crawling under chairs and tables while the furious bartender kicked and flipped them across the room.
Victarion stared at the two, distracted by the ridiculous scene. Jorah took this moment and sprung at him, slashing with fury and finesse. Victarion simply stepped sideways, shoving the bud of his axe into his groin. Jorah folded over on his knees, breathing heavily before slashing up with his longsword. The big man held his axe up, blocking it with the staff. He swung again and again, being blocked every time. Victarion wedged the sword with the hook of his axe, felt the tug of his opponent, before kicking him in the stomach. Jorah crashed into a table and was left sprawling. Victarion then pressed his heel onto his throat. Jorah croaked and jerked, hammering at the man's calf. His face turned purple, his vision slowly fading. A knife then flashed out of his boot and sunk deep into Greyjoys leg. He roared like a madman and tumbled over. Jorah was then on him, forcing the blade down. Victarion caught hold of his arms, keeping the tip inches from his throat. They both struggled over the blade, arms shaking, jaws clenched in defiance. The large man then heaved over, rolling Mormont on his back. He then brought all his weight down, forcing the knife tight to the old knight's neck. The fight was over.
'Victarion, enough.' the voice rang out.
'Who dares command me?'
Dany appeared behind him, her face regal and unwavering. 'You've won. You've proved you're the better warrior. Now I ask that you spare him.
'And why should I?'
Her voice was stern and authoritative. 'Because your Queen has asked you to.'
'Really, my "Queen"?'
'That's why you're here, isn't it?'
He stared at her, amused more than anything. 'Ay, I came here In search of Daenerys Stormborn.' He stood up, relieving the knife from Jorah's throat. Dany noticed blood leaking through where the knife laid. 'I had heard, like most, that you had been usurped in Mereen and killed. But then rumors began sprouting up. Some saying the Yunkai put you in slavery. And forced to have sex with your masters. Others said you roamed the Dothraki sea on the top of a Dragon, waiting for the day to take your revenge. But then I overheard a traveling merchant speak of a beautiful whore in Pentos, with silver hair and amber eyes. He called her, "Dany". Pentos was closest, so I decided to pursue that lead first.'
'And now that you found me, what do you intend?'
He smiled. 'To make you my Queen…my wife.'
'And if I refuse?'
'The Ironborn never needed willing woman to marry. Now is no different.' She stared at him callously. 'But, if you agree, I will spare your two compatriots.'
Her face then softened. 'It's agreed then. We should leave immediately. We've caused too much of a scene in Pentos.' She coldly walked past him, and exited the brothel for the last time.
'Ay, that would be best.' He turned to his men. 'Get packed up and ready to leave.' He then looked down at Jorah, sitting solemnly against the table. 'And bring him and the Dwarf with.'
'My Lord, the Dwarf's gone.' One man said.
'What…..' He turned to the bartender who was lying unconscious, a blunt wound on his forehead. '...ah, forget him.'
'You better not be wasting my time, Dwarf. Otherwise, I'll cut off your cock and wear it as a necklace. I hear they bring luck.'
Tyrion looked irritated. 'For both our sakes, I hope you heard right.' He looked behind him, eyeing the kraken ship, the Greyjoy flag waving on the mast.
Victarion and his crew finally made their way to the docks only to find a band of mercenaries occupying their vessel. 'What the fuck is this?' He roared. Dany came forward, covered head to toe in her cloak.
'This is your army, your Grace.' Tyrion said, still holding the sword of Jorah Mormont, pommel still bloody.
'It's a little smaller than my last one.' Dany said….less enthused.
'Gotta start somewhere, my Lady.' He turned around to the band. 'Gentlemen, Tatters, here before you is Danearys Targarian. Just as I promised.
Tatters stared. 'Ay, as promised.'
Dany pulled the Tyrion aside. 'Question Dwarf, when you said, the King sent men to kill me. Was that….'
'A roose? Perhaps a little one.' She gave him a bitter look. 'I had to get you out of there somehow. Cheer up, your whoring days are finally over.'
She turned to look at Victarion, busy making preparations to sail. 'It's hard not to think I've traded a life of whoring for a life of slavery.'
'Husbands come and go, my Lady. Once we've rounded up your supporters in Westeros, he'll have no power over you. They'll be loyal to you and only you.'
She couldn't help but crack a smirk. 'I always took you for a lustful dolt, Tyrion. But perhaps you're more clever than you lead on.'
'A man can be both, your Grace. Remember that, a man can always be both.'
