Arriving in Dorne Pt. 2

Arianne's breath hitches, and she slowly nods, making Podrick smile as he carefully pushes her forward, her hand disappearing up to the wrist inside of Brienne, causing the blonde whore-knight to moan wantonly in response. As the Dornish Princess loses herself in sliding her arm in and out of Brienne's ass, fisting the blonde's bowels without hesitation, Podrick takes things one step further, pulling the chain of massive anal beads up off the ground and rubbing the end of them in Arianne's face.

The Princess, a sexual veteran and a deviant in her own right, has no problem whatsoever breathing in deeply, inhaling the wet, musky scent of the beasts as she fists the blonde whore. Ultimately, Arianna begins to flick her tongue out of her mouth to sneak a few licks at the beads, before eventually using her entire mouth to catch the massive balls one after the other, suckling on them and swallowing more and more as she finds the taste of Podrick's old cum to be very much to her liking, not that she knows that's what it is.

At the same time however, Arianne is not unaware of the thick, hot meat log that the whoremonger behind her is sporting. Bulging from his trousers, it's pressed up against her ass cheeks through her flowing silks, as well as down the back of one of her legs, so big is it in size and width. Arianne finds herself imagining what it would be like inside of her, imagining what it must look like, this gargantuan member...

Podrick, meanwhile, can tell that the Princess is getting more and more into it, sucking the anal beads that had been up Brienne's ass clean one after the other and fisting the blonde whore-knight's back door quite vigorously now. Not wanting to push his luck, and still assuming that the deviant royal is more interested in Brienne then him, Podrick begins to pull away, though not before whispering in Arianne's ear as he does so.

"That was the sample, my dear… but we can discuss payment after you've had your fun with sweet, innocent Brienne of Tarth. I hope you enjoy breaking her in."

He makes to pull away to let the horny princess thoroughly enjoy her whore, but to his pleasant surprise, Arianne stops him, her free hand lashing out and grabbing him by the arm. Once she has his attention, she lets go and looks back up at him, making eye contact as she pulls the sucked clean anal beads from her mouth without a single gag. The last one leaves her plump, pouty lips with a pop and the dark-eyed, olive-skinned Princess bats her eyelashes as she gives him a lewd sort of smile.

"And are your services also available for purchase, whoremonger?"

Podrick, having stood up at this point so that he's now towering over the kneeling Princess, snorts derisively… and proceeds to whip out his cock. Bringing his member down onto Arianne's upturned face with a meaty smack, watching as it drapes over the bridge of her nose, his balls dangling inches from her chin while his cockhead rests in her hair, a couple of inches above her forehead, he merely shrugs his shoulders.

"It'll cost extra, Princess."

Arianne's eyes have already gone crossed, paying his words no mind as her nostrils flare and she takes in that same musky scent from before. Now knowing where the taste and scent on the anal beads came from, the Dornish Princess lets out a perverted giggle, before beginning to lick and suckle at his length. All while continuing to fist poor, beleaguered Brienne all at the same time.

As Brienne gets fist-fucked in the ass, Podrick finds himself receiving a somewhat expert blowjob from a clearly experienced Slut-Princess, though he's not sure she'd appreciate if he used the terminology out loud. Still, it's obvious that's exactly what Arianne Martell is. She's a slutty little minx, well-practiced in the art of sex. Certainly, more practiced then Cersei or Margaery were, before he got his hands on them. She was about as good at sucking his dick as they'd both been maybe halfway through their individual training.

To be fair, his cock is rather massive, and it's obvious that for all of Arianne's prior experience, for all her enthusiasm and eagerness to get down to business, that she's NEVER handled a man like him before. Podrick wonders briefly if Dornish men are just naturally smaller on average… but no, in the end he just chalks it up to his bitch breaker of a cock being bigger than most men in the Seven Kingdoms and likely Essos as well.

He may not have had much chance to compare dick sizes in the past, but now that he's effectively become the owner of several brothels, getting a look at other dudes' dicks has become an unfortunate, unavoidable part of his life. As such, Podrick knows full well that he's got a much larger than average cock. Either that, or the men that frequent brothels are smaller than average.

Regardless, Arianne works over his cock, slurping at his length, running her tongue from his head to his balls and then back again, over and over. She rubs her face across his cock as she does so, luxuriating in the smell and taste at the same time, moaning wantonly from her position kneeling beneath him. It's a truly erotic sight, especially with that circlet she's wearing across her brow, signifying her position as a Princess of Dorne. Sure, he's had Queens aplenty… but never a Princess, Podrick realizes with a start.

And certainly not such a slutty, eager to please Princess. Every once in a while, Arianne will pull back entirely and suckle on just the head of his member, her lips suctioning down around his dick tip as her dark eyes start up at him, her tongue swirling around for several long moments before she returns to licking and lapping and nuzzling at his cock. She never goes further then that, never takes him further into her mouth or down her throat.

Perhaps she doesn't know how, or perhaps the Slut Princess simply knows her limits and isn't willing to go past them. Podrick doesn't truly blame her, he knows full well how hard it is for a woman, even a whore, to handle his cock orally. That doesn't mean he isn't going to endeavor to touch her how to properly suck his bitch breaker of a member… but that can wait until later.

Now that his cock is nice and hard and lubed up, Podrick pulls away from Arianne's mouth and kneels once more. This causes her to turn back around, her body having been a bit twisted up until now as she turned her head in one direction to suck his cock, while fisting Brienne's ass in the other direction. Now, Arianne turns towards Brienne and plants her free hand on the ground as she assumes the position, lifting her ass up into the air.

Podrick flips up the back of her skimpy silken dress, pulling her flowing silks out of the way and exposing her shapely, olive-skinned behind. Even her ass looks truly exceptional, the Dornish Princess' body a work of art that Pod can't help but spend a moment admiring. As he grabs hold of her gorgeous, blemish-free bubble butt with both hands and begins to massage her perfect posterior, Arianne looks back over her shoulder at him with a knowing smile. He lines his cock up with her sopping wet cunt lips, even as she speaks.

"You truly are blessed, whoremonger. You're about to get a chance to feel the best cunt in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms wrapped around your cock. Honestly, you should be pay-!"

Arianne, ever arrogant, begins to declare her superiority over every other woman on Westeros… only for the air to be forced out of her lungs a second later before she can continue on. As Podrick thrusts into her cunt with the force of a sucker punch, it pushes Arianne's hand in Brienne up to the elbow, leaving her entire arm buried in the muscular blonde's bowels.

The jolt, as it were, causes the blonde whore-knight to squeal and squirt uncontrollably, her pussy juices spraying all over the floor. Chuckling, Podrick calmly notes the mess that Brienne is making, even as he grabs hold of the Princess' silky black mane quite roughly.

"Oh my, look at the mess you're creating. It's only right that you help us stay as tidy as possible."

With that said, Podrick forces Arianne's face into the squirting torrent, even as he draws back and thrusts in again, beginning his assault on yet another royal pussy in earnest. Now is the moment when he starts Arianne Martell's training. Now is the moment when he begins to break down yet another woman of noble blood and make her his whore.

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The Dornish Princess is torn between anger and lust unending. On the one hand, how dare this loyalty whoremonger treat her this way! She wasn't one of his whores, to be bossed around or used to mop up pussy juices! And yet, as she sputters and twists her head this way and that in the face of Brienne of Tarth's unrelenting squirting, every stroke of the whoremonger's cock pounding away inside of her makes her quiver in delight.

She doesn't even know his name, though Brienne referred to him as Master Payne, did she not? Obviously, Arianne wouldn't be caught dead calling some lackey of the Lannisters' 'Master' or anything of the like. For now, he would remain 'that whoremonger' in her head, until she could discern his actual name. As it stood, that whoremonger had the biggest fucking cock she'd ever seen, let alone experienced!

And truth be told, Arianne Martell had experienced quite a lot of cock, in her day. She'd experienced a lot of pussy too. She was an equal-opportunity offender, the Dornish Princess always ready for a tumble in the hay, a quickie behind the barn, a fuck in the sack. Alright, so maybe she was stretching the metaphor. Regardless, she wasn't one to shy away from sex.

At a younger age, she hadn't been much of a looker. She'd been a bit overweight, and altogether flat in the chest. Every night, Arianne Martell had gotten down on her knees at the side of her bed, and she'd prayed to the Seven, begging them for beauty as she grew older. In the end, she'd gotten what she asked for… while also maturing enough to realize that the Seven were a bunch of bullocks in the end, and that she only had her mother and her father's good looks to thank for how she'd ultimately turned out. Her mother, more than her father.

Now in her early twenties, Arianne very much favored her mother Mellario in looks, a more beautiful, younger version of her beloved mama. She knew she was a looker, and she used those looks to her advantage to get what she wanted… which was usually WHO she wanted, more often than not. When she'd first seen Brienne of Tarth get off the boat, she'd been intrigued, needless to say. The blonde giant, armored and armed to the teeth, had seemed so stoic and strong and Arianne had honestly wanted nothing more than to get her into bed and force her into submission.

Only to find that the whoremonger had beaten her to the punch. Beneath the thin façade, Brienne of Tarth was nothing but the whoremonger's whore, and the whoremonger, who Arianne had simply been entirely dismissive of until now, was the true surprise. Even now, he was fucking her with such force that she was seeing stars, her cunt walls squeezing and clenching around his invading member, trying to push him out, but to no avail.

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