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PROLOGUE -
It was a gift the first book, I got it on my birthday, everybody knows, I love that kind of story. I'm more than a nerd, a cosplay, it's been a long time. I fell in love with stories like: fantastic realities, magic, parallel dimensions. Other worlds, lands... Other lives. I travel in that kind of story. I invent, I create narratives too, many based on these virtual worlds created by other authors. Using and abusing the characters they invent.
Anyway, I like the mixture of fiction with desire, this strange combination, as strange as I am. I feel out of this world, an outsider, but also I like tô feel advanced.
At the time I was given the book I paid no attention, there were others who interested me, I ended up leaving it aside, I forgot. I was enchanted by Twilight, the first two books were great, I fell in love with the contrasts that Stephenie Meyer created... I dreamt of Cullen satiating in my bed, with those red eyes injected, scratching me and licking my neck on a moonless night. I moaned myself drowning in that madness, I felt like a vampire, a fuck with that hot bat.
But the passing of the pages was letting me down, the story has been losing momentum, the thing got worse with the movies, I realized that Stephenie wanted her characters tô be nicer than they really were. The gal weakened and left those savages as if they were trained kittens. That was giving me cravings for vomit, I got angry with Bella, more and more bored, and even more with that idiot Cullen, devils of a dracula with care, shame... A real asshole.
I was in love and crazy about that bat, and I was disgusted. Decided tô get even and write a naughty story with those two assholes. You may remember, it was - "The bad wolf até Bella".
I've never written a z******a story, I really don't like it, but I was sóangry with those two that I decided tô extrapolate just tô get revenge. Imagine, me writing that kind of story! Made Jacob's panaca fuck Bella with him as a werewolf, at least in part of the story. All in front of that idiot Cullen tied naked tô a tree. I made the bat a cheated on boyfriend and Bella a beautiful tramp.
It wasn't my best tale, but I was avenged.
To forget those suckers, I pulled that book off the shelf, it was even half dusty, and I was bored. I opened it without will, I thought it would only pass the eyes, it was a surprise... A certain amazement! It was an act of sorcery, at the end of the first page curiosity took over, I was reading enchanted, one page after the other, more and more fascinated bewitched.
That mixture of knights, armors and ladies sprinkled with magic and many surprises in the unlikely twists and turns of Martin... That's all I wanted, and I wasted my time with Meyer's sucker characters. The end of the book was sóimpactful that I can't tell if I was dazzled or terrified... I certainly was dominated. Held hostage tô all that enchantment that was the saga, a real saga. The Chronicles of Ice and Fire - Game of the Thrones.
I have fun with those who call themselves fans, all because they watched the TV series, the series is great... But it doesn't by reproduce George's effect in describing, for example, the birth of dragons. A surreal, almost sexual abuse... Impacting, impressive. Just tô quote a fact.
I devoured the Clash, even more the Storm, but it wasn't until I read A Feast for Crows that I got the idea... A tale. Yes, an erotic tale with those figures, that cheeky, abused atmosphere, more than sexy that George imprinted on the characters.
I started imagining stories with those perverts, far beyond Cersei's fucking twin brother, or Khaleesi Daenerys, the whore queen, the heroine of the story, the last of the Targaryen.
Who knows sómany other characters. Sure why not, a tale with my favorite: Tyrion. But George had already put other women in the dwarf's bed... So I thought I'd write a less likely story, perhaps Arya, initiated into the Confraternity by the priest, he would initiate her into other less noble arts, but much more tô the taste of my readers... Arya would lose her virginity tô that man in the House of Black and White.
I imagined the scenes, the references tô that saga, I even felt ashamed of not being up tô George's work, but I also got excited thinking about what it would be like? She was fucked by that mysterious man.
I started writing while I was reading the Feast. That was dominating me, I even avoided watching TV series just tô not influence me with the characters. I preferred tô imagine every figure, every place, dress or armor. Only that I could, I could go beyond Martin, open up all the naughtiness. It's undeniable that the dystopia of the stories mixed with a good dose of libertinism enchanted me more and more.
I became addicted, contagious with the idea of writing a new tale, as always happens tô me, I mixed my life with the stories in those books, as if I was there, living that. I became stimulated, excited, I started masturbating by imagining the scenes.
Only this time... This time it was different. At least I felt different. I don't know how it happened! I don't know if it really happened? All I know is that one night I slept, or did I fall, all I remember was one last look in a mirror. The fact is, tô me, it didn't even feel like a fantasy...
MINTHUS -
I woke up sitting against a wall, feeling a freezing cold, I tried tô get up... Then I realized, my arms and legs were caught in iron chains. That was strange, even for a dream it was strange, because it had a smell, a musty smell, without forgetting that I felt very cold.
I got down on my knees and got up scared, only then I realized I was barefoot. Stepping on a floor of black polished stones, the chains held me tô a wall in the same dark color. There was only light in the center, the sun coming down through a window.
I wore a kind of gown, a coarse semi-transparent fabric, with long sleeves that covered me just below the waist. That could not be real, it was very surreal, it had tô be a dream!
I shouted scared, but if it was a dream it was a very different one, because I heard the echo of my voice. I stepped on the stones, felt the chains, the straps holding my wrists, my feet. The coarse fabric bothering me on my back. I've never had a dream like that.
- Is anyone there?!
I spoke walking towards the light, tô escape the cold that froze my bones. As soon as I got tô the center I heard the noise of irons on the other side, I couldn't see, but surely there was someone else in that place.
- Who is it?!
- I ?! Yvam... Yvam Minthus.
- Who? Yvam? Where! Where is this?
- What's got into you, Khyra, hit your head?
- Khyra!
- Calm down, girl.
- I don't call Khyra, my name is Alice, Alice Aoi.
The sound of chains and suddenly a naked guy in front of me on the other side of the circle of light. I could hardly believe what I saw: medium height, half bald, bearded, belly and an embarrassing penis swaying like a pendant. Beyond the bizarre place, now a man in front of me, and naked.
His eyes were glowing, a man's glow when sees a beautiful woman in front of him, not exactly my case. Only his gaze became even more suspicious. Every woman knows when men get like that, I knew it. I figured he hadn't seen a woman in a while. I got scared, I didn't even know where I was, especially with some kind of freak on the other side. It's a good thing he was chained up, too.
- They brought you in yesterday, said you didn't want to, left you here tô change your mind... Or else...
- Then what? What don't I want? I don't understand anything, I'm not from here. Where's here?
- The Fortress, the Red Fortress in King's Landing, girl!
- What?! Wes, Westeros!
- You remembered, you see.
- That, that's impossible. I am Alice of Macapá in Amapá.
- Where? No! You're Khyra Milqus of Pentos in Essos. That's what I've been told.
- Man, this is a mess, a mess. It can only be a dream, a dream!
He had a laugh of debauchery, showed the teeth. And the even brighter look... His pendant began tô grow. I tried tô look away, but sure the guy was more of a freak than I thought.
- You're very pretty, no wonder you're the ambassador's new promise.
- Ambassador! I don't know about any ambassador.
- The Dothraki, who came on the dragon's wings. The queen's calling card... The guards told me he is an insatiable, a horse, you're already the third.
- I don't remember anything, don't remember... I was in my room, sad because I couldn't imagine a way tô tell Arya's fuck with that priest.
- You write! As write, women in Free Cities can't read, let alone write! You were bought tô be Soror Mirqa's maid.
- Soror! Mirqa? I don't know any sororesses with that name in the chronicles.
- I don't know what you're talking about! This is the land of the noble lords, of the pretty ladies and we, we are their servants... Praying that they don't fight. What they like tô do most... Only now, the lords of the old houses are terrified. Beyond winter now the dragons have arrived from across the sea. Fire and ice all at once, here... Now.
- Dragons? Daenerys! Daenerys has arrived in Westeros?
- No, she's still in Essos. But the ambassador has arrived showing his credentials, if you know what I mean. Whoever's lucky, whoever has a body like yours...
- What?
- Maybe he won't turn over Viserion's dinner.
- The queen's dragon?
- One of them! But the dragon isn't even the worst, despite the smell of roasted flesh where it passes, well fed is controllable. The worst is tô satisfy the ambassador's hunger... That's what they chose you for.
- The ambassador is...
- Worse than a depraved man, at least that's what they told me. Although... Always have the ones you like. It wasn't your case, sóthey put you here as a punishment. See if it cools your head, changes your mind.
- What's the ambassador's name, you know?
- Qumtai Kur... Who said a Dothraki warrior only rides a horse if he can come on the wings of a dragon. Half the lords fled terrified, not just from King's Landing, they say that even in Campin and Dorne they're running away. A bunch of cowards, they always were.
- And what does the ambassador want?
- To terrify the great Houses, who knows how tô avoid a war, if they accept the queen as the new sovereign... The Targaryens back on the Iron Throne. Meanwhile, he seems tô love taking our girls' virginity, girls like you.
- But me, I'm not a virgin. I swear, I'm not!
Yvam opened a sarcastic smile, his eyes even brighter and his limb... Even harder, bent, like a sword, a small dagger.
- I don't know about that, but if Mirqa chose you... What does it matter if you're not?
I waved a no and looked, I couldn't help but stare, at that shiny dagger in the middle of that stranger's legs.
- He likes a little ass, even more than a little pussy. Must be that nomad life, must have fucking with a lot of goats as a k**.
- And why, why are you here with me? Like that?
- I haven't seen a woman in three years, I don't sleep with a woman, I don't fuck... And seeing one like you... Almost naked... I can see your little tits, girl!
Maybe it was the heat of the sun, tô escape the cold, maybe it was a mutual attraction. All I know is that we were getting closer and closer, I could smell the beer on the guy's breath. And I just wanted tô get away from there, but I couldn't even hug he... It was a surprise, but it was also a form of comfort when Minthus picked me up in a kiss.
I tried tô run away by turning my face, but the cold and the glow of that man's look. I let him kiss me as he wanted, as he could, our mouths barely touched, but his tongue invaded my mouth, the taste of beer was fading. And I was enjoying... And letting his go. The stranger changing, got a boyish way, reminded me of an old boyfriend.
What a woman would do that in a place like that! What woman would give herself tô a guy like Minthus... I did it, not only because I was enjoying it, but also because I imagined that giving myself tô the stranger would get rid of the ambassador, I don't even know why this ridiculous idea came tô me. That's when we stopped kissing.
- What if I turn myself in tô you?
- There's no way, don't you see?
The penis was touching my gown, I could feel the warmth of his limb. It wasn't just fear of the ambassador, Minthus' desire caught up with me. My vagina warmed up, a desire for the stranger appeared, I had never done that before, but I did... I did.
I looked deep into Yvam's eyes, he understood. I went down, knelt before him. It's not for many that I do something like that, but there I wanted. The dagger was shining hard in front of me. I opened my mouth and gradually showed my tongue. Yvam stretched out until he groaned, trapped by his wrists... I licked it, slowly savoring the texture, the thickness of the penis, wet the guy's phallus, spat out, only then I swallowed it.
Yeah, I swallowed what I could, like I could. I felt the outline of the fleshy head at the entrance of my mouth, even stretched and bent Yvam barely reached the roof of my mouth, but he moved like he could, like a madman, he até my mouth like it was from a vagina.
I closed my eyes and savored that moment, my heart jumping and my vulva wetting, just tô forget that it was more than a dream, a real nightmare.
I trapped, blowing a blowjob on a stranger...
I could feel the moment, Yvam moaned and his penis shook. After all, I could, but at the time I thought it was better not to. I opened my mouth and let the penis out. It was close, Yvam spat a white jet, staining my face. I smelled the sour white cream, he didn't spit that much.
- Aaaahhhh!!! AAaaahhhhh!! Girl!
I laughed feeling ashamed. Would that be enough? Would I get rid of the ambassador?
I didn't finish the thought, that's when I heard a noise of irons unlocking a door, a gust of wind and the sound of footsteps. I saw two guards, in the darkness you could only see the bright helmets on their heads and the heavy swords, stuck in their belts. In the middle was the figure of a woman, wearing a long cloak in a moss green, with her sleeves stuck on her middle fingers and on one of them a golden ring. You couldn't see the hair, there was a hood in the same color as the cloak. Her eyes were dark blue, her nose was thin and her face skinny. She wasn't ugly, but scared me. She must have been in her 30s or 40s.
- Well, well, well! Even look like a****ls in heat. Even in chains, and you always find a way. Get up, Khyra... Milqus... Would you prefer one of these tô the ambassador's?
I got up, with the face marked by Yvam's jets. The lady, more than uninhibited, passed her index finger and wet the tip... Then she licked it.
- It was sweeter Yvam... ... Much sweeter.
- Who are you, lady?
- She's still like that, memoryless and cynical?
- Soror?
- Sister Layssa, you still don't recognize me, Khyra? So, Mirqa wants tô know?
- But will still want me, even after that? I am not a virgin! And I sucked a stranger's penis!
- Hahaha... You have a strange way of talking about these things. A dick, girl! You sucked a man's cock! Even though it was this pencil that Yvam has between his legs... And besides, better one that knows how tô please the ambassador. Unprepared like the last one only brings us trouble.
Layssa bit her lip in a victorious way and then looked into Yvam's eyes.
- Better than a last meal, isn't that Yvam? Wasn't it? I should have it cut this wart you have between your legs. You're just tô scare her, boy! Lucky for you, gonna wear the black one. Lucky they'll send you tô the Wall, if the Wall is still standing.
The sister slapped the man in the face, left a red mark and the blood flowed mixed with the beard's hair. Yvam didn't even look like the man I just sucked anymore.
- And you, what will it be? The ambassador's bed or the dirty rooms in Flea Bottom like some little bitch? From the looks of it, that's what you want.
MIRQA -
I never took a milk bath with honey, ever. I read it in the stories, but I thought it was just Martin's invention, but I was taking it. A relaxing bath, with warm milk and a fragrance of honey. The embarrassing thing was being touched by other hands. Hands female soaping my body, massaging the back of my head, my breasts, my thighs.
They were two women, one with a closed face and older, doing everything in a hurry, as if she didn't like the service, the other more delicate, a girl my age, but with a naughty face. She had a smile from who knows something I couldn't even imagine. She was the most abused, I could feel it when she touched my vagina, I reacted with shame.
- Leave her, Sonssa. The girl is not yours.
- Too bad, maybe one day her mother will give me as a present.
- I doubt it. Soror never divides her maids.
I stayed a while longer in that mix of embarrassment and pleasure, being soaped by one and touched by the other. I got out of the bathtub wiping myself on a fuzzy, petal smelling towel, the older one dried my hair in that hurried way, while the young one dried my legs and put my feet on soft sandals.
That couldn't be if a dream...
I sat in front of a mirror, which distorted more than it let me see how I looked, even though I could see how I looked more and more beautiful, even more that they cut my black hair close tô my shoulders.
- I never knew of women in Pentos with eyes like that, torn like that.
- I'm a Japanese, a granddaughter of Japanese.
- I've never heard of that race.
- I'm not from Pentos, not from here.
The old woman didn't like what I said and the other one didn't pay attention tô what I said. After all, even I was beginning tô doubt what I was talking about. Who told me tô be interested in stories like the chronicles, like others.
- Take the perfume Sonssa, raise girl.
I smelled oranges, when they passed my hands on my neck and arms, the girl took the opportunity tô touch my breasts, wet her nipples with that perfume... With an immoral laugh she squeezed my beaks. The eldest, tô my surprise, stuck her hand in the middle of my flesh and touched my lips, the anus. Felt the finger penetrating. She forced and her index finger sank still the half... I closed my eyes and the girl laughed my way. The two of them laughed complicitly and touched me together.
That's when the door opened and a lady came in, in a totally white cloak that went down tô her feet, with some thin stripes in red next tô the seams, wearing a golden hood. She must have been 45, green eyes, and taller than me.
- Let me finish. You may leave.
- We haven't finished Soror, we still have tô dress her.
- Get out, I care of it.
The door squeaked and the two of them are gone, we're both left. She looked at me as if could read my soul, as if could know my innermost secrets. I became even more troubled than I was with women.
- I'm glad you made the right decision, girl. It was better that way.
- Soror... Me, I'm not from here. I'm not from Pentos.
- I paid dearly for you, you were tô be mine. Now I'll have tô share it with the ambassador, if I'd known I'd have hidden you.
The conversation was getting even stranger. I took courage and looked straight into her eyes. Her green pupils seemed tô sparkle.
- Come on, at least let me taste you first.
She pointed tô the bed, a large bed covered with a white canopy and covered with a crimson quilt and two pink satin pillows. I walked tô the edge, I stood with my back tô such priestess. My heart leapt, my head spun. 'What does this woman still want with me, my God? It was no longer enough give me tô the ambassador.
No, it wasn't enough. My thoughts disappeared when I heard the sounds she made, it was certain that she would undress and I trembled imagining what would come.
It didn't take long, and then her hand touched the back of my head, grabbed, squeezed. As if by magic my trembling was gone, I began tô feel waves that spread through my body from her touch on my neck. That was tasty, but also scary.
- Stay calm. It's for your own good... My good. In the end you'll love it, they all do.
She was whispering, in a lovely voice, almost from a friend.
- Soror... I never did that. I've never, never... With a woman.
- Call me Mom. I love it when you call me mom... In bed. That's what I bought you for, darling, tô be one of my girls, one of my lovers...
She pulled over, I felt her pubes touching my hip, delicate and warm she rubbed. She rubbed herself making me feel the vagina of a mature woman touching my ass, scratching my skin with her hairy vulva. Mirqa crossed the fingers with mine, tightened, squeezed. While his obscene gestures became even more intense... Besides being hot, I could feel the vulva of naughty priestess wetting my skin.
Mirqa picked me up in a side kiss, a tongue kiss. A long tongue that rolled up in mine, bit my lip. That's when I realized that even though she was completely naked, with her hard beaks rubbing against my back, strangely she wearing the golden hood.
The heat finally took over my waist, I groaned a woman in heat. We were hugged for an instant, just the foreheads and the noses together. I already faced the lady, that exotic priestess.
- Lie down, beauty, lie down tô see you.
Still with her mouth open, her eyes scared, I did what she asked. I lay on the soft bed, spread my legs high, bent on my knees. That priestess was going tô be my first time with another. Mirqa stood in front, I could admire her shape, the fat breasts proportioned and the nipples still rosy and highlighted the hard beaks. She had almost no belly, the waist was wider, a vulva not sóhairy and her thighs thicker than I thought.
***
The velvety hand covered my hair, gently rubbed my lips. I wet yours fingers as their touch made me feel new waves, waves more intense than the others. Coming from that nerve center every girl has, I moaned... Yes I moaned, crying, more and more loving her touches, I closed my eyes and pressed my toes as she drove me crazy as she touched my point... The hot button that every girl has.
I started tô move my body like a hot fuck. Imagining all she'd do... I went into the mood and moved like a snake.
- Soror, please, please!!!
- Call me Mirqa.
- Mirqa!!! Aaaiiiii!!!!
Two fingers went in, sank into my center. They touched me from the inside, shook me tô the bottom. The heat exploded in my core, I felt my humid vulva dripping between my lips. I started tô give myself up, enjoying all that madness more and more.
- I, I am not a virgin, I am not!
- Even better, dear, better. You won't even feel pain, and that brute won't even notice... You're gonna open that pussy up, show me how you like it, show me how you like it, show me!!!
I could hear the noises of your touch on my bottom, the wet fingers and frills inside my hot vulva, more and more ardent and the priestess speaking tô me the biggest bastards, cursing me of all names. And me loving it all.- Go girl, enjoy, show me you like it. Enjoy it, mom likes tô see it.
I stuck my forehead up, I tightened it up, I didn't even want to. It came out like a jet, one long and two short, I was shaking with pleasure. A delicious, relaxing spasm and I was gasping. That priestess didn't even give me time tô recover my breath. When I saw her sitting on my body, she tucked it into my waist. I felt her hairy vulva scratching my vagina. An incredible feeling of being stuck, stuck. In such an intimate kiss with a woman, two vaginas kissing, licking, scr****g.
Mirqa held my neck, I squeezed her fat bosom, a tasty piece. We moved together, united, full. More and more intense and tense.
- Your pussy is a delight, girl, delight! It's been a while, a while since I had one so, sóbitchy, like you. I love tô eat girls, like you.
- Mirqaaaa!! Soooooror, no!!!!
- I'll take you tô the gods, darling, show Seven that you know!!! Enjoy your whore, enjoy... That they love.
I felt a warm gulp, wetting my thighs. Mirqa bent over me and her body continued tô tremble in spasms. His eyes turned in orbits, that priestess looked more like in a trance. I joked in the sequence, when she finally pulled me in a lovers' kiss. We licked our faces, sweaty... We ended up in an complicit laugh of friends.
- Wow! I, I never, I never... What's that?
I spoke in a whisper, biting my lip.
- Love, baby, a love that only the Seven give tô those who deserve it.
- And now, what? They said he likes... He likes an anal.
- Every man likes a girl, even more an a****l like Kur.
- Why me?
- Because he liked you, because he saw you.
- But it's gonna hurt! I never did, I just wrote about it.
- A little, but I have something that will help you.
Mirqa got rid of the golden hood after all, you could see his reddish, short hair. He got up and went tô a dresser, opened it and from there came back holding a bottle.
- He uses it tô help.
- How's that gonna help?
- It passes in that a****l's cock, spreads well and very, very much. But it'll also pass...
- In my anus?
- In your ass, the hot ass you got, that everybody wants, including me.
- Is it a lubricant?
- I don't even know what that is, I just know it helps, it'll relax you, and you'll make fun of it with a stick up your ass, make fun like never before. I bought the weight of gold from a lhazarena sorceress, a Zar Tur.
- She bought it for me! Just tô make an anal?
- No, you're just the bait. I really want tô scare that Dothraki ass. This potion has other purposes...
Mirqa opened a smile anticipating a rematch and gave me the bottle.
- Purposes?
- They say a Dothraki is nothing without his horse, but he is even less without his stick. Not only does this potion relax the subject, it also broaches him. Too bad it only lasts a few weeks. But imagine, Qumtai not being able tô eat anyone. Who knows, maybe even kill himself?
- But can't that hurt me?
- Only if you're a man, but you use it, it's all in Kur's cock and also in your ass.
- But...
Mirqa wouldn't even let me finish, he put the indicator on my lips and warned me.
- The more you fuck, the more you get your ass... The more the potion will work.
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