Chapter 9 - Future Plans (18+)
~ Orys' Chambers ~
"What has been happening in my absence, Maester Marwyn? Melisandre?" Orys questioned as he sat in his rather comfortable chair, as his advisors stood before him, inside his chambers. He had recently come from a small council meeting and explained what the fat king or his father desired in order to celebrate the appointment of his best friend as the Hand of the King. A position that was well-respected until the Mad King and Robert Baratheon came along.
The Mad King's hand supported his every move as if he were God himself, whether it was right or wrong including burning innocents and stupidly insulting the most powerful warden in Westeros, just because you had a fucking crush on his wife and had a eunuch bastard whispering in your ears that he would betray him. Look where that got him and his family.
The next one gave birth to the saying, 'The King shits and the Hand wipes.' The Hand of the King, a position of power and respected was reduced to the position of toilet paper to wipe the King's arse. Robert Baratheon did nothing for the realm, except ridding it of the Targaryens. If it weren't for Orys, the realm would be ruined by now and ripe for the rebels to take.
"My prince, it was as you predicted, the moment you stepped out of the city, Renly saw fit to get in here and try and sway some of the Lords. He might have succeeded had it not been for the presence of Lord Stannis and ourselves since apparently Varys has chosen his moment to strike. If my information is correct, he intends to use Ned Stark's curiosity in finding the truth about the Lannisters killing Jon Arryn as a way to find out about the heritage of your siblings and use it against you," Marwyn spoke with a gruff voice.
Marwyn was someone Orys could trust completely. Marwyn was one of the few people who followed him and was loyal to him without the use of loyalty potions, charms and Imperius curses. Marwyn only wanted one thing in life, and that was to use magic. Orys simply helped him awaken his dormant magic core and had won his loyalty. Marwyn was his most dedicated man, and he would be damned if he didn't reward his loyalty handsomely.
"Hmm, no need to worry about Renly I already have a plan regarding him. Also, his lover, the stupid Tyrell knight, he would help me keep the Tyrells in line and fuck them up when the time comes. No need to worry about him. Keep a couple of our men focused on him and the Lords he has in his support. One can never be too prepared.
As for Varys, he can continue his little games… for now. I need a way to deal with Stark and Varys would give that to me on a golden platter. While Stark is not a bad Lord or a person for that matter, his presence in my rule is not needed. Plus, with him gone, I can fuck his wife more freely," Orys japed at the end, something that brought chuckles out of all three of them.
"My lord please forgive me for asking, but why have you kept that little cretin Baelish alive till now?" Marwyn questioned. That was something he did not understand of his lord. When they had found out that the bastard was stealing from the crown, the prince had a look of cold fury on his face. The next day he did confront Baelish, but the bastard still steals from the crown. He also killed Jon Arryn. So why?
Orys simply chuckled before satisfying his curiosity, "You are right Maester Marwyn, if anyone else was in my place, he would feed the bastard to the hounds. But what many people disregard is that the man is as intelligent as they come, and has a mighty set of balls on him. After all, he was stealing from the CROWN. Which is why, I turned him.
A simple spell later, and now he will continue all of his plans just like they were meant to be, but he will tell me everything himself every night in the council chambers. All the money he has been stashing for years, the plots, his spies, everything. That is why he is still alive. The day his use ends, so does his life."
Both of his advisors were impressed and shocked at the same time. they never would have thought to use an asset like that. Now they saw the difference between them and their lord. No matter what the enemy did, he would always be two steps ahead.
"Marwyn you may leave, I have business with Melisandre."
The old man simply turned and left. After that Orys put up a sound proofing barrier up and turned towards the sexy redhead who was looking at him with the same gaze filled with reverence and lust.
"How long does it take for you to create a shadow assassin? And can you make it look like another person?" Orys questioned as he moved over to his bed and relaxed, watching as Melisandre came closer, swaying her hips like a Flea Bottom whore.
"Depending on the strength of the assassin my lord, it may take 7 moons to 12 moons. The face of the assassin may be changed to another person if I drink a vile of their blood once every moon till the assassin is born," Melisandre replied as she stood in front of him, already playing with the knots of her red dress, just waiting for Orys to bend her over.
"Hmm acceptable. I may need a lower category one to deal with Renly so don't worry, we still have time. However, I have been travelling for over a moon and haven't fucked a single pussy since my departure at from Winterfell. So, get ready," Orys ordered as he moved up and got ready to fuck the fiery redhead in front of him.
LEMON AHEAD – SKIP IF YOU WANT
Melisandre was pulled forcefully up to her feet by Orys and she faced him, there were no words between the two. He forcefully grabbed her face and rammed his tongue down her throat. The woman simply moaned as she could feel his magic work wonders to her body and magic core, she slowly began grinding herself against him. His kiss caused her to succumb slowly to his power.
The bed was Melisandre's next destination, as she was pushed back onto it. Her clothes shredded from her body exposing her flesh, without a blemish on it.
"My King, perhaps you should calm dow-" Melisandre began as she saw a bright fire burn in his eyes, as he looked at her like an object to satiate his desire. She wasn't sure if she was going to receive the gentle treatment she usually received.
"I'm burning, I can't wait a minute longer," Orys growled, and he held onto her hips, before making the plunge.
"Yes…." Melisandre said as he held her down on the silky matress and prepared to impale his manhood into her body to get relief. Orys' initial thrusts were fairly frantic, and the woman's walls clamped around him, as she wanted this as much as he did. At first, Melisandre felt pain, but it was soon replaced by pleasure. His manhood was something that most men would feel envious of, and most women would always desire.
"Ooooh," Melisandre whined as he penetrated her deeply and rammed into her. Her hands reached up and she brought him into her body even more. He increased her pleasure with each thrust, as slowly became addicted to his blessed cock. Orys penetrated her deeper yet and the woman's whimpering increased, her hand tightening around his bicep. He penetrated her once more.
Her first orgasm bubbled to the surface and Orys picked up the pace.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" Orys asked, putting his hands on her hips and her hips rose, taking his member into her pussy.
"Yes, I love it, I love you… ooooh… take me again," Melisandre whispered, as her sexy voice caused Orys to throb within her. Her legs tightened around him as he pounded her, forcing her down into the couch. He roughly took her, and each thrust caused her to reach her Lord's Light with each thrust and feel his power, exciting her even more.
Melisandre arched her back, any past lovers, they didn't matter, and she had long since forgotten what they were capable of. All she knew was that her current lover and her only future lover would be capable of everything she dreamed about and more. He roughly handled her breasts, his powerful hands massaging them. She had several explosive orgasms, clenching him as he fondled her. He made sure that he would be in control of her body and she would sit back and take everything that he gave her.
Orys growled, biting down on her nipple after that statement and that caused her to scream, with him putting pressure on her. She screamed out in pleasure and he buried his face into her large breasts. The power that he exhibited caused her to have more orgasms in a rapid-fire fury.
"YESS!" she shrieked and Orys rewarded her by thrusting into her. The woman clamped her hands around the back of his neck. Lust burned through the bodies of both of the lovers, and her vice like grip pulled him into her. Her juices lubricated him as he continued his path to her snatch. His balls slapped against her thighs as he pinched her nipples. Another violent orgasm. He then proceeded to turn the woman around and push her down on all fours before mounting her and began thrusting into her once more.
He went further into her and she arched her back as ecstasy filled every cell of her body. Nothing filled her so fully as he did. Her body was covered in sweat, and that was something that never happened before. The energy of youth was one thing, but this was far beyond anything that she experienced. His member thrust into her body, going deeper into her. He stretched her out and the orgasm escalated to a point.
"Just let me catch my…..argh….." she breathed as Orys pounded into her even quicker, he was still hard and not close to climaxing.
"No, you asked for this, and you're not getting a break to breath, until I'm finished," Orys said, and forcefully pressing his mouth against hers, burying his tongue deep down her throat.
Melisandre could feel her body energized by some force and her hips thrust up to meet his probing member, with a powerful orgasm washing through her. Orys now had her arms pinned back behind her head in a full nelson position.
Their private parts were a blur, both connecting with each other. Another explosive orgasm and Melissandre could do nothing but shriek in pleasure, as she finally got lost her battle against her consciousness and fainted.
Orys only looked at her before getting up and getting ready to take a bath. He wasn't satisfied yet and he was craving something Dornish, so maybe Elia could help him out now. After all he needs to be very attentive now that the game has finally begun. And relaxing this way would prove far more beneficial to him anyway. He was going to be the future King after all.