Percy followed the serving girl through the keep. Her name was Nyla. She'd been surprised he asked for it.
As he walked, Percy felt his new clothes stroke his skin. He'd been given a shirt and pants — or breeches — made of soft linens. It was a huge step up from his clothes in Wylmouth. He could sort of understand how desperate most smallfolk were to land a job for a noble when the perks were this immediate.
The closer they got to the end of their walk, the more nervous Nyla became. She started to fidget with her fingers, eventually outright pulling on the sides of her servant dress.
"Ser, whatever you do, touch nothing," Nyla said.
"Don't worry, I'm no thief."
"I meant that not! I warn you for your sake. The servants are not permitted to clean Lady Tyene's room. She says she can't guarantee our lives were we to try."
There wasn't time for more warnings. They stopped in front of a door made from thick oak wood. Nyla took one look at it, ducked her head, and said, "Good luck, ser."
She was gone, trotting down the hallway. The further she got from this door, the straighter she stood. Percy wondered how terrified she'd been when she was called in alone to fetch him.
Percy stepped up and knocked on the wood. Despite Nyla's warning, this much he couldn't avoid.
"Come in."
Tyene's voice reminded Percy of a bell. A little one, that you could ring in your hand.
Percy opened the door and walked inside.
He closed it quickly behind him once he took stock of the room. Arianne was on Tyene's bed, lounging sideways with no clothes. Tyene was standing with her back to Percy in front of a wall of flowers. She was as naked as Arianne, two smooth and tight cheeks staring Percy in the face. She looked over her shoulder, smiling more innocently than she had a right to, waiting naked for a man she'd spoken to once.
"Welcome to my humble room. We haven't been introduced properly. I'm called Tyene. Truly, it's a great pleasure to meet you."
"I'm starting to feel overdressed," Percy said.
"I told you, didn't I?" Arianne said. "We've always wished to share the same man."
"I pray you'll prove different from our first failure," Tyene said. "Arianne spoke of you plenty. It would be terribly sad if she's judged you wrong."
She turned to face him, showing no more shame about bearing her apple-sized breasts to his eyes than she'd shown about her ass. Percy's eyes drifted down. Tyene's pubic hair was wispy and pale enough to see through. She had very tight lips that didn't protrude far from her body. The parts of her normally covered by clothes were even paler than her face.
"Do you see that, Arianne? He looks as if he means to eat me."
"As he will, given half a chance."
"Oh dear. I'd hope I was giving more than that."
She walked to Percy with the slightest sway to her hips. Just enough to catch a man's eye. When she stopped in front of him, she had to lean her head most of the way back in order to meet Percy's eyes.
"You say you're overdressed and make no move to fix that. Please, go on. As host I give you full permission."
Percy pulled off the linen shirt he'd been complimenting. His breeches had three buttons stacked vertically. Tyene offered her services for these, opening them one at a time with deft fingers. Her hands were completely uncalloused.
"Did Arianne tell you that my mother was a Septa? She was, in any case. I don't remember her very well. Most of my memories are about her faith. She would read the Seven-Pointed Star to me in the cradle, and taught me how to kneel as soon as I understood my own knees. I believe it went something a bit like this."
Arianne watched with amusement as Tyene sank in front of Percy. She'd loosed the last of his buttons. With one pull, his breeches fell to his ankles. Smallclothes hadn't been included in the outfit that was left for Percy. He was naked beneath his breeches, leaving Tyene faced with his muscular quads and the cock that lay above them.
Tyene's eyes locked onto his manhood. She clasped her hands in front of her breasts. "Which face shall I pray to today? My mother's favorite was the Maiden. Ironic, don't you think? Well, the Maid and I have never gotten along so well. Today, I think I ought to pray to the Warrior. I'll need courage to face an enemy as fierce as this one."
She shut her eyes, her smiling fit for a halo— as long as you went off her looks and not her words or actions.
"O' Warrior, grant me courage to act without fear."
She leaned in, kissing Percy right on the tip of his cock. A chaste smooch, if not for where it was placed.
"In your name, grant me strength, so that my body might withstand all that faces it."
Another kiss, this time firmer.
"Bless me, that I might survive this greatsword."
When Tyene kissed him a third time, Percy felt her tongue. It stroked his slit as her lips made contact.
"Most of all, Great Warrior, grant me passion, the kind that men carry into battle. This humble servant can ask nothing else, so listen to her pleas, if you would. Else this might be her final day."
She cracked her eyes open, lifting her lids only half of the way. When Tyene leaned forward for another kiss her lips didn't stop, sliding until they had engulfed Percy. He could do little but groan as Oberyn's daughter pushed her head down his shaft.
"Onward, Tyene!" Arianne cheered. "It's not so big that you should be struggling yet!"
Tyene was very much struggling. She had gotten half of Percy's cock inside her throat and was having a very difficult time fitting more. She tried. Two inches later, she could no longer force herself forward, sinking backwards instead.
She blew air out of her nose before attempting again. On her third try, she broke her record by a centimeter or so. Each gain from that point was minor and arduous. The sounds that she made straining to fit more of him made her prayer seem necessary. Her slender neck looked to have almost doubled in size with Percy's cock inside of it.
She gave up on reaching Percy's base. Ignoring the playful jeers of Arianne, Tyene focused on doing what she was able to. She moved her head quickly along the top half of Percy's penis. Every thirty seconds or so, she would take her lips off him and turn her head, stroking him with her tongue. She even involved her hands.
Tyene clasped her fingers as if for a prayer, just with Percy's cock between her palms. This let her stroke the parts of him she couldn't get to with her mouth. Percy bit his lip. She pumped her hands with the dutiful aura of a true septa performing a rigid worship.
"Whenever you're ready, ser, bless me," she said. "Bless me all across my face. I care not if it gets in my hair. I want to feel your blessings dripping off my chin."
Arianne was enjoying this far too much. "I say do it, Percy. It's as the gods command!"
She had spread her darkly tanned legs, enjoying the touch of her fingers to compliment the view of Tyene's worship. Arriane rolled the nipple of one of her breasts, driving a moan from her lips. It couldn't be long before she would cum. Percy had gotten very used to her moans on the boat ride to Sunspear, to the point he was beginning to understand their meaning like a private language.
Tyene's lips were off of him again. She swirled her tongue in a circle around his head, rubbing him as fiercely as her little organ could manage. She was beautiful and eager. It was just—
After getting used to Arianne's mouth, Percy's standards had been enhanced. Tyene wasn't quite skilled enough to make him cum, no matter how dutiful she was. She realized the same thing after near to fifteen minutes on her knees. She jerked back, frowning.
"This has never happened before. You're immune to my charms? Do you prefer to duel swords in the bedroom, as you do on the battlefield?"
"He is not a sword swallower," Arriane said. "Accept it, Tyene dearest. Your skills are simply rusty."
Tyene turned toward the bed, pouting. "I even offered a prayer! Did you not hear the things I was saying? Boys love to defile an innocent septa."
"Two things you've never been," Arianne reminded her.
"It's the impression they hold of me, which is what matters," Tyene said. "Clasping my hands for worship has never failed to make a man gush like a well-milked adder!"
Arianne lifted herself from the bed. There was a glimmer along her inner thigh that said she'd enjoyed the show. "Shall I give you a demonstration, Tyene? This won't take long."
Tyene looked exasperated, turning her attention to Percy. "Look what you've done. If you cum for her now, her ego will grow so large even the Sandship won't be able to store it."
Tyene picked herself up, opening a place for Arianne to sink in front of Percy, running her fingers along his cock. After weeks of traveling her skin was rougher than Tyene's. Even though she'd been spared most of the work, there was no escaping callouses while on the road, from holding reins if nothing else.
Arianne only used her fingers until she'd pointed Percy's cock toward her face. She set her hands in her lap as soon as she'd gotten her lips onto him. With ease born of practice atop talent, she slid her head forward as though his size meant nothing. Her lips met the bulk of Percy's body and sealed themselves against him, drawing tight.
As Arianne began to bob and Percy released a well-earned moan, he felt hands slide around him.
Tyene stood behind him and slightly to the side, letting her face hover next to his shoulder. Her arms ran along his muscles and stroked him slowly.
"She's such a show off, isn't she? A body like that and yet she's never satisfied. She has to be the best in bed, always learning a new trick or ten. I love when she's practicing those tricks on me until she's mastered them. I like it a great deal less when she's using them to show me up."
Percy had trouble listening to Tyene after she mentioned being Arianne's practice partner. He looked at her bed, imagining Arianne's beautiful face buried against Tyene's mound, her tongue crossing Tyene's folds one ridge at a time.
Percy jerked his head away from the bed, looking around Tyene's room to distract himself. There was a second door that led to some other room of hers, closed and locked tight with no indication what might be behind it. As for what he could see, most of it was to be expected. Tyene had a bed made up with silk sheets, a dresser that was no doubt full of gowns like the one she had worn to the dock, a handful of chairs, and a large table with the legs chiseled to look like snakes biting the floor. The eye-catching part of the room — which Percy focused on to keep from pouring his seed down Arianne's throat prematurely — was the wall behind Tyene's headboard.
Racks had been nailed into place that held up hundreds of flowers of two dozen different colors. Many of them were red and orange. There were a few roots as well, and leafy plants speckled with red dots. The room smelled like a garden because of the display. Tyene followed his gaze, spotting what he was looking at.
"Do you like it? It took a great deal of coin and work to assemble them," Tyene said. "They're my babies. I love them as well as my mother ever loved me."
Arianne slid her face underneath Percy's cock, letting it flop down and cover one of her eyes. She pulled her head back up to his tip, dragging her tongue along the bottom of his length as she went. At his tip she swallowed him again, driving her throat onto his like a sock full of hot honey.
"Which one's your favorite?" Percy asked, his voice strained.
"Oh don't make me choose," Tyene said. "That's horribly unfair. They're all special in their own ways. Do you see that one? The purple flower on the top row?"
Percy found it. "It's beautiful."
"A single pedal, once crushed into a paste, will turn an adult's bowels to fire. They'll release blood into the toilet for an hour, then die."
"Oh, that's— sorry?"
"And the orange one next to it?" Tyene was giggling to herself now. "It will close up a throat until it's tighter than my cunt. As you'll soon learn, that's very tight. And the tube root beside it is even better! It will make even the smallest wound bleed unendingly, until a great warrior can die to a mere slit on his arm!"
Her smile never changed. Nor did her voice, with its angelic tone. It made Percy want to clean his ears out to see if he'd heard what he thought he did. He had, because Tyene wasn't done.
"That one begins by making tears of blood, followed shortly by a stopping of the heart. The one between those blue and the black flowers targets the lungs. Beside it, do you spy the root with a purple hugh? Coat a weapon in that, mixed with three other herbs, and an enemy will swell like an animal bladder with air blown in. They'll be most unrecognizable when they finally die— Ah, you've cum."
Arianne was loudly swallowing, doing her best to guzzle a tide of cum, only mostly succeeding. Some got out at either end of her lips, dripping off her chin. It landed on her breasts.
"I must get a taste some way, if you're to be so stingy," Tyene said.
She darted in front of Percy, dropping onto her hands and knees. Tyene's smooth fingers caressed Arianne's large dark teats. Her mouth landed on one, followed by a sound of fierce sucking. She licked away the cum that dripped there as soon as it landed.
Percy's cock was twitching. As his orgasm ended, he'd pulled it out of Arianne's mouth. Full and throbbing, he found himself looking down at Tyene's lips. Not the ones that were on Arianne, but the ones facing him taut and wet as she bent over.
He thudded onto his knees, grabbing Tyene's hands in a powerful grip.
"Oh my, Arianne!" Tyene popped her lips off of a nipple to speak. "He means to ravish me."
"Sweet, dear Tyene…" Arianne put her hands under Tyene's face, tilting it up, smiling down at her. "He means to destroy you."
Percy gave the first thrust before Tyene had properly grasped what was being said. Her pretty little butt compressed. She had less cushioning there than Arianne boasted, so she felt force throughout her body.
On the inside, she was struck almost violently in a place that had never been touched. Percy could tell from the noise she made. An odd, chocked little squawk. "Ugh!"
Tyene's pussy watered. Not an orgasm exactly, just something close. She got wetter, allowing Percy to slide in more easily, which he used to hit her in the same spot. She was louder this time. "Ngh! Agh!"
Arianne stroked her cheek. "You will live. More so, you'll find a pleasure you've never known before. Just endure it."
Tyene, however, gasped, and managed to speak. "I'll feel something better than this? I think his spear is as large as the one my father wields in his hands!"
Her buttocks wasn't big enough to quiver and bounce the way Arianne's did. It was cute and tight, shaking more than it shifted. As Percy became more excited, he gripped her hips and lifted her off the ground. As he thrust forward, he pulled Tyene back against him. Her entire body jolted, her head and neck being rocked in a circular pattern by every impact.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Tyene grunted.
Arianne spread her legs. She considered pushing Tyene's head down and putting her tongue to work the way Percy was using her womanhood. Arianne decided against it, taking a look at Tyene's face and realizing the girl was in no position to think of others' pleasure.
"I told her a great many stories," Arianne said. "She knows every detail of our first night, as well as the many long hours spent on the ship. It's given her a great many expectations, so please, Percy, don't make me a fool by sparing any trick. I want her to feel all of your passion. Consider this a first order from your lady."
Percy was breathing nearly as hard as Tyene. There wasn't a whole lot he could do to answer, at least with his voice. His actions could say plenty.
Percy got up, carrying Tyene with him. He lifted her whole body weight as if she was as light as a daisy. Her back bent, her torso hanging down limply while he held her suspended by her hips. He didn't thrust any more gently. Now, instead of merely her head, Tyene's whole upper body was jerked about after each impact.
"Oh~ Ah~ Ah~ Uhhn!"
Tyene's moans and gasps rolled together. Percy looked at her slender bare back and decided he wanted to see her face. He wanted to kiss.
Percy let go of one of Tyene's hips, grabbing her around the nape before she could fall.
He hauled her up so that her back was to her chest. As quick as if he was fighting, he moved his hands to grip her in new places. His fingers were tight to the bottom of her thighs, pulling and spreading her legs until they formed an upright V.
Arianne could watch his cock sliding into Tyene now. It looked like a broad blur, ramming into Tyene's petite body like a semi truck being parked in a one-car garage. Tyene's face was twisted with pleasure as she turned her neck, looking at Percy's face. He kissed her a second later.
"Mmmm… Mmm… Mgh~"
His lips crashed against hers, more forceful than normal. Tyene replied kindly. She closed her eyes and brought her tongue out to play. Half the time their tongues were out of their mouths, visible in the air as they coiled and rubbed together.
"Oh, yes. This… This is all I hoped for." Arianne bit her lip. She was breathing heavily even though no one was touching her. "Such noises. Did I make those sounds? Not from my mouth, but from my loins."
She got onto her knees and leaned up. Arianne touched Tyene's stomach. Based on the noise of surprise she made, there was a non-zero chance that she could feel Percy's cock bulging that pale white belly.
"The Moon Tea I spoke of!" Arianne's voice was raised from excitement. "You remember the stories I told of it, don't you Percy?"
Of course he did. It was Westerosi birth control. An herbal drink mixed by maesters to stop pregnancy, with a higher success rate and less risks than the primitive alternatives Earth once had.
"It's true nature is a poison!" Arianne said. "Mild enough not to do harm in the right dose, taken at the right time, but a poison nonetheless! Tyene brews it better than any maester I've ever met! She keeps a stock for herself, her sisters, and I!" Arianne put her hands on the bottom of Tyene's thighs, right where they met around her pussy. "This is the day I promised time and again on our journey! Today, you need not hold yourself back!"
Percy didn't stop kissing Tyene. He didn't answer, except to thrust faster. He could feel vibrations on his tongue as Tyene moaned. Arianne leaned forward and pressed her face to Tyene's mound, just above where Percy's cock was slamming in. Her tongue landed on Tyene's clit, teasing in a way practiced over many hours. Tyene had already been cumming like a woman possessed, so it was hard to say if she enjoyed it or even noticed.
Percy pulled her legs a little harder. Her pussy lips constricted as hard as they could, which was hard. Tyene had been right. She was tight down there. At least, she had been before this.
They worked each other's bodies — Percy thrusting, Tyene kissing, Arianne licking — for minutes. It could've been as long as a half hour. Percy really couldn't track time that well, only his thrusts. But it couldn't last forever, as nice as that sounded. Eventually, the balance broke.
"Mmm— Ngh!"
Tyene's breath hitched. Just as it had gone with Arianne's mouth, her body absorbed as much of his seed as it could, which wasn't nearly all of it. Cum ran down Percy's cock, sinking to his balls and preparing to drip off, without ever getting the chance. Arianne's tongue caught all of it as she lapped furiously, polishing his base and balls.
There was nothing she could do to catch the glob that fell when Percy pulled his manhood out of Tyene. The blonde was hazy-eyed like she'd tested one of her potions on herself. Drops of cum followed the first glob, dripping slowly.
Percy's cock stuck out over Arianne's face. Still hard, still throbbing, absolutely demanding attention.
Prior failures were the last thing on her mind as she reached up, touching its surface.
"All I dreamed of," she whispered, repeating her earlier words. Her fingers curled around his tip, feeling Tyene's slickness all over her palm. "And more…"