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Part2, Part1 here the cai bot
cw: fem!reader, virgin slave, newly brought in maiden for work at the brothel, Smut; 18+; oral sex;f!receiving
The morning arrived painfully cold. Your body was aching and some of the hay pins had stuck in you from how restless your sleep was. You woke up to the faint light of dawn peaking in from the window at the very top of the small room. You sat up rubbing your face and shoving off all the pins before standing up and very carefully sticking your head outside the door to look around. Drunken men everywhere, some with a girl in their hands, some with each other, others accompanied by the wine in their laps and others simply snoring on their own.
You soundlessly made your way out of the hall of the room and walked towards the front, passing by the room you'd left Mysaria and that cunt of a prince the previous night. What an entitled man... Of course he was, he thought of himself better than everyone else simply because he was conceived in a royal womb. Gods know how much envy you hid behind your hatred for him.
The men eventually left as the hours passed, the only ones staying or coming in being regulars from what you gathered as you kept to yourself while eating the piece of bread you'd taken from breakfast. Though your peace was soon disturbed by the owner grabbing your arm and pulling you up.
"What'd I do now?!"
"Let's find out, shall we?''
You huffed allowing him to drag you behind him only to be annoyed when you were brought to stand in front of Daemon. You looked at the ground in not even a second. What did this mean? What did he do? ''So... was she good my prince? Worth the price?'' Your eyes instantly widened at the question yet you dared not move your head. You'd heard the older girls talking of investments, how they took pride at being Lord Vaelvi's greatest ones, allowing them to live and survive as they did. A twisted illusion inside their heads to make them feel like they had some control over themselves because they knew how to contort themselves in each man's desire, completely ignoring the fact that they truly worked for Vaelvi to eat fruits he'd throw the seeds he'd spit out at them.
Daemon fastened the sleeves of his tunic as he looked at you and Vaelvi. He was seasoned with whores and brothels, hells, with how much he didn't like you he'd probably feel even better lying further to make you seem even worse and never have to see your face again. He looked at you smirking before speaking up.
''Little girl... look at me...'' He smiled to himself as you averted your gaze from the floor to him. Oh, how he was enjoying this, relishing at your terror but even more at the fact that you knew he held your fate in his hand. ''You need to tell me where you get these girls from one day Lorev. They keep getting better each time."
Vaelvi smiled satisfied before he grip on your arm turned into a caress. How good was it that he'd gotten a good one and for crumbs at that. Daemon chuckled at the change of attitude from him before he looked at you. Why ? Why would he lie and save you like that? Your eyes fluttered away from him, you almost felt guilty for thinking the thoughts you did about him now...
The day passed fast and it was nearing the time when men would be flooding the establishment. You looked around at the girls. The older ones getting ready, some sweet talking the girls that'd lost the virtue the previous night and were now terrified to do it again. Good Mother, the looked mortified... How awful could it possibly be? Clearly worse than you believed. A hand touch the small of your back and you turned your head to see your Lord.
''Tell me.... what was your name again?'' You reminded him of your name which now sounded oddly familiar but he simply chose to shrug the feeling off. ''Yes well, I'm guessing you enjoyed the Prince's company as he did?''
Oh Gods. This is it. He knew. You were caught. He found out Daemon lied. Daemon told him himself. You were dead. You merely looked up at him making him take a deep breath before patting your backside and motioning you to walk down the hall.
''Men can be... rough creatures you see, I know because I too have these urges. It's something that comes naturally to us you see, we can't control it, but it's important that they women we do can handle it. And you're the only girl from last night that lost her maidenhood and isn't in pieces...''
Vaelvi took his stop in front of the door he'd shoved you in the previous night.
''Mysaria won't be in tonight, so I assume you'll be able to handle the Prince alone? Make him happy again?" He was clueless. Thank the Gods.. But if Mysaria was out tonight that meant you'd be actually stuck with Daemon unless another came in, but were the possibilities it'd happen two nights in a row. Though now you were against a dead end, the only acceptable answer would be a yes. And so you nodded as politely as possible for how tense you were.
Valevi smiled and hugged you, his hands going to cup your arse again as if weighing you before pulling back and pushing the hair behind your shoulder, hands cupping your breasts now in the same fashion as before.
''Our prince has always had a taste for heavier curves, you provide that I must admit, and you don't look it..'' He let go of you before opening the door for you to walk in. You walked in forcing a smile before he closed the door behind you locking it presumably to give the key to Daemon.
Meanwhile back at the Keep the day was the complete opposite from the previous one. Whilst Daemon was in fact still stuck with his brother, he was relishing in pissing off that cunt Hightower. He arrived early back at his chambers completely satisfied with his work of riling everyone up to the point that Viserys couldn't even ask him to leave, it'd be pointless, all that was left to do was ask for the meeting to end, the Lords and Knights scattering around the Keep fuming.
What better way to celebrate than going to the brothel. None. He grabbed his cloak and walked to Vaelvi's this time with a few of his men from the Night Watch. It wasn't about unwinding it was about celebrating.
Daemon arrived and in a moment's notice he was covered in girls that tried to get his attention, after all now that he was in a good mood there was seemingly no risk to approaching him. The girls were distributed to his men, him nodding at Vaelvi in acknowledgement as he made his way behind grabbing a good wine from the table as he did.
The door opened without him giving any thought to who he'd find, itd be Mysaria as always. "Guess wh-'' Fuck. Not her. he was about to say something, kick you out, maybe even grab you and throw you off the bed but that's when he realized how awfully calm you seemed. Of course you were quiet, you'd fallen asleep. Not only were you unbearable you truly were a half wit. He walked to the table before placing the wine bottle on it with force, the sound of it making you shoot awake and bringing a satisfied smirk on his face as he popped it open. Your gaze went to him, face falling from disdain more than anything.
"Why?''
''You're working. Not sleeping. Now go on, fetch Mysaria.''
You rubbed your face yawning and pushing your hair back before threw your legs off the bed.
''Mysaria's out of King's Landing, Lord sent her to do something, I don't know what.''
Daemon sighed annoyed. Of course you'd have to ruin his day.
''And when will you be leaving?''
''Lord Vaelvi said I'm not to leave this room while you're here.'' There was a moment of brief silence. His showing of the power he had over whether you lived or died from the morning now coming to bite him in the ass. Perhaps though... A wicked thought crossed his mind.
He could break you tonight. Mold you completely to his liking and show you who really had he upper hand, leave no questions about it either. The only problem was that damn hard head of yours.
''You've ever had wine little girl?'' He poured some in both goblets and you looked at him confused.
''I have''
''Did you like it?''
''No.''
''Then you didn't have good wine. Here.'' He offered you the cup as he had the night before, but now you took it, satisfying him if you were to guess from that look on his face.
''How did you end up here?'' He sipped his wine as he sat across from you studying your form. The hair, the skin.... Something was so awfully familliar.
''My mother died.'' You sipped the wine, the usual sour liquid now sweet and actually delicious on your tongue, making you study the cup.
''You father?''
''I'm a bastard.'' You said unfazed by the conversation, it seemed you'd had it more than once before and you were far more interested in the wine.
''You know who's?''
''What does it matter, I'm still a bastard.'' You said back as you looked at him. ''Do you?''
"I do.'' He looked at you raising his brows waiting for an answer expectantly.
''Well?''
''Lord Hand." Daemon choked on the wine he was sipping, the liquid going straight to the cup where it came from and his eyes practically bulging out of his head before he began to cough earning a surprised look from you.
''L-Lord Hand?! The Hand has bastards?!''
''No. He has a bastard. Me. Why, most all men at court do so.''
Daemon's eyes bored into you incredulously. Otto Cunttower had a bastard. A girl bastard who was brought in the damn whorehouse and right into his lap. That's why didn't like you, your were his daughter.
''Unbelievable.... You're everywhere Hightowers, can't get enough of me.''
''I'm not given the name, you know.''
''Right- bastard... Yeah makes sense.''
The moment passed in silence, you silently enjoying the good wine while Daemon tried and tried again to wrap his head around the fact that you were who you were.
"You won't thank me?'' He quirked after some time earning a confused look from you.
''Thank you? Thank you for what?''
''For covering for you with your Lord.''
''No... You didn't do it out the goodness of your heart- besides I'm right back where it started.''
''With a Prince... who bought you for the night- though not on purpose I'd like to stress- and so you won't have to get raped by multiple men until your cunt has ripped to your arse.''
''You paint pictures, my Prince...'' Daemon chuckled at your response before standing back and taking your cup, placing both on the table. ''Ah- why?''
''Lay back.'' And suddenly all the smartassery left you, your pace going pale again, looking as if you were to be sick.
''I won't fuck you. You'll like what I'll do. Lay back.''
''Won't--'' You didn't even get to protest before you were hit in the face by a pillow making you fall back on the bed and he dragged you until your legs were dangling off the bed. You threw the pillow off you and sat up leaning on your forearms.
''What will you do?''
''Lay back down you stubborn slut.'' Daemon pushed you back again, you wanted to protest, say you weren't one, but how good of an idea could that be. ''I'll show just how lucky you are tonight little girl, You'll be swollen and aching with pleasure by the time I'm done with you.''
Daemon bunched up the skirt of your dress, and you couldn't helped roll your eyes. That was worth a comment to annoy him.
''You're real--'' Your words were cut short from a gasp, your back arching before falling flat against the mattress again. Daemon had connected his mouth to your cunt, his tongue already darting out wetting as much as he could. It was the first time he'd started to eat a girl who wasn't already dripping for him so this'd be fun. He smirked to himself, a movement you could very clearly feel against your skin as he cut your words in half.
Once he was satisfied enough with what he'd done in general, he pulled back to look at the now glistening from his saliva, and starting to drip your own juices too, folds. His index and middle fingers spread your lips, that delicate pearl of nerves right there for him to devour. Perhaps it'd be better to slow you into it, it was your first encounter with sex of any nature, but then he remembered the fact he'd have you all night to show slow...
His lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves, hands gripping both thighs, moving them on his shoulders, making it a point you'd notice him looking up at you. His skillful tongue began its ministrations effective immediately. Circles, pressure and even motions that had no specific shape in mind as they dragged over your clit, extorting moans and sounds from your chest throat you didn't even know you had in you.
Your hands gripped the sheets under you as you panted and let out the string of noises fall from your lips, unable to think straight, less than a minute of his doings and you were shaking and having your orgasm against his face, his mouth and chin being drenched by juices you had no idea could leave you at such large supply.
His promise was kept, the man stayed between your legs as you shaked and gasped and grabbed his hair, mumbled incoherent words, even shaking. For hours he ling and sucked and spit on you, leaving you with a swollen clitoris, peaking from your now deeply pink folds from the overstimulation and an even redder chest from the ordeal.
