21 Tea Makes Tearful

It was a timeless ecstasy of belly-aching laughter, yet their numbers dwindled as the night went on.

Bronn was the first to hit it. He, the redhead, and some other scallion took their leave to gods knows where. Joe could have sworn that Bronn made off with twins, though he figured it was a case of doubled vision.

Joe was next to leave. He and Blondie couldn't take the sexual tension anymore. After thanking Marillion for his music and wishing Tyrion goodnight, Joe and Blondie retired to her chambers.

Even Marillion managed to score. When he left with a lady in his arms, the remaining girl decided to go also.

That left Tyrion alone with all the carnage.

Mord and Roxanne were still sleeping in the corner, the fire had reduced to embers, and the silence began creeping back in. The stench of a good party lingered.

Tyrion sighed at the realization that he was the only one that didn't score tonight. After all that, all he had to show for it was this bald simpleton in the corner.

No, that was not entirely true. Tyrion had one other thing. That should be a consolation prize~

Mord and the Memories.

***

Joe and Blondie were wrapped in each other underneath the blankets when the morning sun appeared.

And despite the big night that she had just mere hours earlier, this light woke Blondie up instantly.

"Not good!" she said as she sprung up and got dressed, "Not good at all!"

Joe rolled over and blinked his sleepy eyes, "Was I that bad?"

"Shut it, you! I have to get back to the kitchen and finish up before the next shift!"

With that, she bolted out the door, her hair still dishevelled. Joe chuckled at the sight, but after she was gone, he realized-

"I didn't even get her name!"

Joe was awake now. Not wanting to stick around Blondie's place like a Nigel No-Home, he got dressed and returned to the apartment.

Joe's head pounded. Dawn's brightness didn't agree with his eyes. He practically had to walk with them closed to avoid the pain of this dreadful hangover.

He told Bronn he could stay with him at the apartment, but Joe figured that Bronn would still be with his redhead friend. None of that mattered now, however. For when he made it back, Joe confronted two Knights of the Vale standing guard outside his apartment.

"Uh. . ." Joe was in too much pain to be thinking quickly on his feet, "Problem?"

The two knights didn't answer, yet their eyes glanced down all the same when Joe's hand rested itself on the hilt of Icebreaker.

Without a word, the knights stood aside, allowing Joe entry to his chambers.

"Strange. . ." Joe said, moving on through.

The reason for such strangeness made itself known once he was inside. Joe had company, though the person sitting at the table by the fire was not Bronn.

It was none other than Lady Arryn.

Her brown hair was as silky as the azure gown adorning her skin. Her face beamed into a smile after the entry of Joe.

"Nephew!" Lady Arryn stood and placed her hands on Joe's cheeks as a relative would to a child, "I've waited so long. Where were you?"

Joe's initial reaction was to recoil and flinch. He did not like how Lady Arryn was acting so friendly. Joe wasn't technically Lady Arryn's nephew, a fact she would be fully aware. And not to mention this intrusion. . .

"Uh, I spent the night walking the castle. It's so beautiful," lied Joe.

Lady Arryn smirked, "Walking with a flagon of wine?"

Joe awkwardly scratched his head.

This self-pacifying behaviour seemed to amuse Lady Arryn. "No matter. Come, join me."

Lady Arryn motioned toward the table by the fire where Joe and Bronn had enjoyed themselves earlier before everything got weird. Placed on it were two cups.

Lady Arryn then went to the fireplace and took the pot of tea brewing over it before finally joining Joe at the table.

"Drink up," Lady Arryn said with a smile, "Just the thing you need when you're smelling of wine."

Joe observed Lady Arryn's devilish grin with distrust, "Thanks. . ." He said, wondering where this situation was going. He waited until Lady Arryn took a sip before he did the same, "Mmm, not bad."

"I'm glad you like it," she said.

An incredibly awkward silence followed. Joe was adamant about remaining silent, but he just wanted to get this over with and go to sleep. After what seemed like forever, he finally spoke.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" asked Joe. He did not have the mental energy for another lecture or irate grilling. "I said I was sorry, and I meant it. From the bottom of my heart."

"Oh, sweetling!" Lady Arryn said with affection, "Of course you did! Don't worry about that. I just wanted to—"

"!!!!!!"

Suddenly, Joe burst up from his seat in a panic. His vision began to blur, and his knees buckled with a wibble-wobble.

He stumbled back, his balance fading to null. Thankfully, Joe had managed to get to the bed before he collapsed. As he did so, he could have sworn he saw Lady Arryn with a smile now much more sinister.

['What the fuck?!?!']

His muscles were like jelly. No matter how much willpower Joe tried to exert, he couldn't move an inch. All he could do was stare up at the ceiling, his body locked in paralysis — save for his eyes, which he darted around frantically, searching for information.

Joe's heart pounded in his chest furiously. The fear he felt right now was like no other.

['Not good!']

That's when a calculated laugh could be heard, and Joe knew it was Lady Arryn's.

"A curious potion, isn't it?" Lady Arryn stalked slowly toward the disabled Joe, pouring the liquid out of her cup, "It makes you powerless to move or speak, yet does nothing to dull the senses.

Lady Arryn then straddled Joe. As Joe felt his parts squish against hers, she let out a sharp and quick moan.

She then took the large knife he was holding and brushed its tip down Joe's torso, "You did a bad thing in the courtroom today, a very bad thing."

Joe's eyes widened in terror, ['If I get Theon'd or Vary'd I swear to god I'll kill myself!']

Her blade kept going until it hovered over his goods, tip to tip. She reached down with her other hand and curled the rope of his breeches around her finger, cutting through with one quick *SNIP!*

Pleased, she tossed the knife aside and got undressing. She started with Joe's shirt and gasped at his chiselled body covered in scars.

['What are you doing?! Stop this!']

Joe couldn't speak, no matter how hard he tried. There was no screaming for help in this situation. And unless Bronn insisted on killing the two guards stationed outside, help wouldn't come anyway.

Lady Arryn ran a finger down Joe, his stomach quivering at the touch, hooking her fingers by the time she made it to his breeches, pulling them off.

After seeing Joe flaccid, she let out a disappointed groan, "What's the matter, not excited enough?"

She then got to work at a harsh, dry handjob. No sane man would get hard from this. Besides, Joe was running on empty as it was. His time with Blondie had taken everything he had.

['It's no use! Just back away, and we can forget all about this!']

But Lady Arryn was no mind reader. With an almost dog-like hunger, she put Joe's member in her mouth and began her moistrous deed.

This time it had an effect.

['Shit! She knows what she's doing!']

No matter how much Joe tried, he couldn't win. Lady Arryn continued until he was stiff as plywood.

"This is what happens to bad boys in my court," said Lady Arryn, hovering her pussy over Joe's wet hard cock.

['No! Please!']

She lowered herself slowly as if the dread in Joe's eyes aroused her even more.

['No! I'm begging you!']

['No!]

['No!]

['NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO]

After she had her wicked way with Joe, she left him naked and paralyzed on the bed to contemplate his violation.

His face a river of tears.