Arriving in Dorne Pt. 3

Unfortunately, Arianne was currently in rather dire straits, and thus wasn't able to enjoy the biggest damn cock she'd ever had as much as she would have liked. Put bluntly, she was trying not to drown in Brienne's pussy juices, the sexual fluids still spraying out as a result of Arianne effectively arm-fucking the blonde whore's ass. However, every time Arianne tries to pull her arm and hand out of the tight anal passage it's currently buried in, the whoremonger's thrusting pushes her forward and it back in again. For every inch out, it feels like another pistoning motion of his massive prick sends her right back to where she started.

It doesn't help matters either, when suddenly Brienne's lower legs come up off the ground and her feet wrap, involuntarily Arianne assumes, back behind the olive-skinned Princess' neck, effectively trapping her head between Brienne's thighs with how muscular the massive woman was. In comparison, Arianne was effectively quite petite indeed, buxom and curvaceous sure, but also quite short. Perhaps she was more of a short stack then petite, but Arianne was too focused on other more worrying matters then to quibble with herself over terminology.

Held in place, unable to escape from the pussy juices, Arianne is forced to drink down Brienne's girl cum, even as her cunt is continually ravaged by the whoremonger's bitch breaker of a cock. To Arianne's surprise, even Brienne's pussy juices taste of his cock, of his seed, and she finds that task of swallowing the blonde whore-knight's fluids not that arduous after all.

Meanwhile, the Dornish Princess feels an orgasm approaching. She of course immediately tamps down on her impending release, suppressing the pleasure, holding back her expected climax. She refuses to cum… and with years of experience and dozens upon dozens of sexual partners, the debauched Princess has a lot of skill at holding back. Never cum first, not unless you care not at all about your partner.

And to be fair, Arianne has had both men and women that she used and discarded in that way. Sometimes she just needed a quick orgasm, a quick climax, and a simple tongue on her clit and lower lips was usually good enough to suffice. If it wasn't, then she'd push some male servant down and ride him until she climaxed. Sometimes they came as well, most of the time, they didn't. She'd always had something of a hair trigger, though in recent years she'd learned how to suppress said hair trigger.

With the lovers that Arianne cared about more, those that weren't just meaningless servants to take care of her needs, Arianne always made sure to extract at least one release from them before allowing herself the same, be they man or woman. It was a simple matter of dominance. If they made her cum first, it meant they had some measure of control over her, that they were stronger than her. So obviously, she couldn't let that happen. With servants, it mattered little because they knew their place and knew they were beneath her. With her more serious lovers, Arianne had to keep control of the relationship, as a Princess of Dorne should.

However, with this whoremonger… it was becoming increasingly more difficult to hold back her impending climax. As he pillages her insides, as he ravages her cunt with his cock, all Arianne can do is moan wantonly, her eyes going crossed. Brienne's pussy juices continue to squirt into her face, her upper body still trapped by the muscular woman's power leglock, and Arianne's arm is still trapped in Brienne's ass… but at the same time, practically all of Arianne's focus is now entirely on the whoremonger's massive, fat cock, which is pumping and pistoning in and out of her quim harder and faster by the moment.

In the end, as shameful and humiliating as it is… Princess Arianne Martell of Dorne's experienced pussy ultimately loses the fight against Podrick Payne's bitch breaker of a cock. With a muffled squeal and shriek of ecstasy, Arianne's control over her own body finally snaps, and the orgasm she's been trying to hold back all this time finally arrives. Because she forced it down for so long, it arrives tenfold what it would have been, explosive to say the least, leaving her spasming and seizing up, trapped on her hands and knees between Brienne and the whoremonger as she is.

Her cunt sucks his massive cock in all the deeper, leaving Arianne's eyes to roll up in her skull as she orgasms again and again around his dick, climaxing multiple times in a short period, and then some, the orgasms not seeming to really stop so much as die down in intensity after a while, only to ratchet up again a few moments later.

It's in this haze of pleasure as the Princess experiences the most bliss and greatest ecstasy of her life, that the whoremonger speaks up. He says something, but she doesn't quite hear it at first. She's too busy cumming her brains out, the rush and roar of blood in her ears too much as his cock pistons in and out of her cunt like the most pleasurable sucker punch she's ever taken, again and again and again.

"D-… wan-… side… or out…"

He's still talking though, repeating whatever it was he was saying. Arianne tries to focus, she's a Princess of Dorne after all, and she has her pride. If she can't hold a conversation while getting fucked even this hard, then she's a disgrace as a woman and a Princess. It takes a bit for it to properly break through the haze of pleasure, but finally she hears what Podrick is saying.

"Princess, I'm only going to ask one more time. Do you want it inside or outside?"

It takes another few seconds for his words to process and hit her. As Arianne realizes the implications, her eyes widen. To have a whoremonger cum inside of her? Sure, she could still drink Moon Tea to make sure that none of his seed took… and yet, part of her worried that even that wouldn't be enough with a man this well-hung. What if his cum was as thick and undefeatable as his cock had proven to be.

Arianne does her best to scream outside, but her best, as it so happens, is still very much muffled by Brienne of Tarth's muff. And even as she's trying to say outside, a much clearer voice rings out from the doorway of the room.

"Inside. Cum inside of her, Podrick."

A moment later, and Ellaria Sand is across the room and kneeling behind Podrick Payne, wrapping her arms around her Master's chest and running them across his body as she repeats herself, directly in his ear.

"Do it. Paint this slutty little Dornish Princess' insides white with your seed, my lord. FILL her like she's never ever been filled before."

That proves to be the straw that breaks the camel's back, so to speak. With one last bone jarring slam, Podrick proves unable to hold back any further, his bitch breaker finally forcing its way into the Princess' womb, just as he's pumping a thick, viscous load of virile seed into Arianne Martell. Arianne can only scream and squeal into Brienne of Tarth's cunt in both indignant anger and overwhelming pleasure as she feels boiling cum claim her womb.

Her body jerks erratically through one last furious, explosive orgasm, before her eyes fully roll up in her head and she passes out on the spot, slumping forward into unconsciousness, held up only by Podrick's hands on her hips and Brienne's lower legs wrapped around her head. That's how she falls asleep… but it's not how she'll wake up.

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When she wakes once more, her eyes flutter open slowly, even as Arianne just as slowly processes the massive log of man meat buried down her throat. Podrick Payne's cock is currently in her mouth, and there's a tongue at her cunt, pretty much the exact opposite of what she remembered last being the case. Looking up from her position to assess what's happening, the Dornish Princess finds the whoremonger from King's Landing and Ellaria Sand laid side by side.

Podrick's hand holds her head down firmly as he takes advantage of her lack of gag reflex to hilt his cock down her throat. At the same time though, the whoremonger doesn't pay her the slightest bit of attention, ignoring her just like she'd ignored him when they'd first met and choosing to converse with Ellaria Sand of all people instead.

"Don't worry, Master. I've managed to convince Doran that I have no intentions of trying to incite Dorne to war. He and Oberyn were just worried, rightfully so I might add, that I and Oberyn's daughters might damage Dorne in our attempts to take revenge on Oberyn's killers. So, they made a few contingency plans."

Shrugging one shoulder, smiling easily, Ellaria gives Podrick a wink, even as Arianne watches the interaction with a truly massive cock in her throat, her nostrils flaring to take in air that is of course filled with the whoremonger's musk.

"Now that I've convinced the Prince that I have no intentions of hurting Dorne to avenge Oberyn, it's only a matter of time before I convince him to relent and release Oberyn's daughters into my custody as well."

As Ellaria speaks, Arianne listens. But her attention is undeniably split. The Dornish Princess is simply not used to being… so used and abused, truth be told. She is undeniably in the bottom position here, and it's a completely new experience for her. Not necessarily a bad experience, yet part of her feels like she should be putting a stop to it all the same.

"This will work quite well, in fact. They will be weaponless when they come under my care. They will be grateful that I was able to free them from their confinement. They will be vulnerable, grieving the loss of their father still. It will allow you to slip in and show them that there are more important things in this world than vengeance. Like Master's big… fat… cock."

Even as she listens to Oberyn's paramour seemingly set her deceased lover entirely aside for this Lannister Lackey (albeit a Lannister Lackey with a truly impressive member) Arianne is coming to a realization. She might be on the bottom, but she's not rock bottom. No, that position currently seems to reside with one Brienne of Tarth, who's tongue Arianne can only assume is currently the one flicking and licking and lapping away at her cunt. The blonde is the only other one in the room that Arianne can't see right now, due to her head being pushed back, her neck bulging with Podrick's prick. So, it only makes sense that the whore-knight is currently servicing her orally.

Still, all of this… it's beneath her. At least, it should be. The Dornish Princess refuses to be used and abused by some whoremonger, no matter how big or thick his cock is. And especially, how dare he make use of her throat as if she is some toy, while she was unconscious. Even if they went back to the beginning on all of this, was she not supposed to be the client here? She was the one paying to use Podrick and Brienne's bodies, not the other way around!

And yet, as Arianne begins to struggle free in earnest, as she tries to force her way up off of Podrick's cock and out of his grasp, his grip on her silken black hair tightens, and the whoremonger smiles as he looks down at the struggling olive-skinned beauty in his grasp.

"Not to worry, Princess. Brienne will make sure your quim is cum free by the time you come to again."

His words distract her for a moment, causing her to stop and look up at him as her brow furrows in confusion. That confusion is abruptly replaced with shock as Podrick takes hold of her hair with both of his hands and begins to roughly face fuck her against his cock. Arianne can't help but make humiliating, wet noises, as even without a gag reflex, his cock pistoning in and out of her throat leaves her choking and gurgling like some street whore.

"Hurhgkk! Gagughk!"

And yet, Podrick never lets up, not even for a second. He forces his massive bitch breaker down her throat again and again and again, and Arianne's eyes begins to roll around in her head as a distinct lack of air leaves her fuzzier and fuzzier. She has no idea how long she was out last time, but she's beginning to realize the very real danger of this whoremonger, his whore-knight, and Oberyn's former paramour, who now seems to call Podrick Payne Master just as Brienne of Tarth does.

Exactly what matter of beast as Ellaria Sand brought back to Dorne with her? What sort of man has she unleashed about their women? And will Arianne be able to survive long enough to escape his clutches and warn her father of this Podrick Payne? A few moments later, the well-endowed young man lets out a hearty groan, burying Arianne's face deep in his pubic hair as he abruptly fills her mouth, throat, and nostrils with hot cum.

As his seed explodes out of her nose and the sides of her mouth, for the second time in one day, the Princess of Dorne loses consciousness, her eyes rolling back in her head as she passes out once more from the lack of oxygen.

Podrick, meanwhile, just smiles down at the utterly gorgeous Princess in his grasp. She looks good with her face ruined by his cum and her own involuntary tears. She'll look better, once her dark eyes are filled with adoration and devotion for him and only him. But he recognizes this much… she's not broken yet. Most definitely not.

He's going to have to work harder with this one. Compared to all of the women before her, Podrick Payne fully recognizes that Arianne Martell, Princess of Dorne, is going to be his greatest challenge to date. And he simply cannot wait to begin the next session.

This was going to be fun.

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