A Special Voyage Pt. 1

Brienne of Tarth was a woman adrift, both figuratively and literally. Not that this meant she was without purpose. She had her oath to consider still, after all. Brienne sighs as she breathes in the sea air aboard the deck of the ship that was currently taking them south, to Dorne. The journey, it seemed like, would drag on forever.

The rather tall woman regretted many of the decisions she'd made in her life, but recently, her oath to the late Catelyn Stark had begun to eat at her the moment. Brienne knew that her movements were being monitored. She knew that she was being watched. After all, her former allegiance to Renly Baratheon made her an enemy, even if the Tyrells had managed to segue their own treason into a new marriage to the crown. Despite Joffrey's death, Margaery was still set to marry Tommen… sometimes Brienne found herself marveling at the audacity that House Tyrell displayed through every single one of their actions.

Regardless, it was only by the favor of one Ser Jaime Lannister that Brienne's own head was not mounted on a spike along the walls of King's Landing like so many other knights and nobles these days. That didn't mean Brienne felt safe, of course… nor was she sure she'd be able to carry out her plans any time soon, with the proverbial noose around her neck.

That was why, when she'd overheard Queen Cersei's plan to send an envoy to retrieve young Princess Myrcella from Dorne, Brienne had immediately sent a raven to the Kingslayer, asking Jaime to get her attached to the Queen's Mission south. Her thinking was simply. If she could just prove her loyalty to the Crown with the success of this mission, then maybe it would allow her to slip her leash and see her oath of keeping Sansa safe to completion.

With another sigh, Brienne turns back around and walks back down below decks, to the ship's main cabin. She's quickly reminded of why she'd left to clear her head in the first place as the heady scent of sex and sweat hits her like a horse-dragon wagon. The smell of debauchery fills the air, encompassing the cabin like a fog, and in the middle of the room, laid out upon a bed of soft pillows, is the source.

The Dornish woman, Ellaria Sand, writhes and wiggles back and forth as she rides the Imp's former squire most sensually. Her naked caramel ass jiggles with every bounce upon Podrick's big fat cock. At the same time, a golden chain hanging between her pierced nipples jingles most melodically with every movement she makes, and every movement that the squire's upward thrusting makes for her.

"Yesss, fuck me, please don't stop fucking me with your big, hard cock. Once we get to Dorne, every night will be filled with the pleasures that only I and my daughters can provide you. Every night, I will give you a new one, until all of my virgin girls are properly deflowered. Then, you will have your choice each night after, or if you prefer, you may sleep on a bed made of our flesh, surrounded by my beautiful girls!"

And then there's that. Ellaria moans praises and spews promises of debauched nights with her daughters like she's a faucet unable to turn off. It does the trick though, from the look of things, as Podrick grunts and reaches up and pinches the Dornish Woman's pierced nipples between his fingers, tugging on them while at the same time thrusting deeply up into her, likely spilling his seed in her depths.

That last bit, the bit about giving her daughters over to this squire… it disgusts Brienne to hear a mother talk like that. After all, what sort of mother would be willing to whore out her own daughters to such a lowly squire? And to think, Brienne's opinion of Podrick Payne had actually been relatively good, in the beginning. He had seemed like a noble young man, with convictions, if not the strongest of sword arms or the heartiest of forms.

Though, as it turned out, one avenue in which she'd underestimated him was his cock. N-Not that Brienne of Tarth went around trying to guess at the sizes of men's phalluses! She didn't, and she never would! But even she had to be surprised when she'd seen Podrick Payne's prick for the first time. She didn't think they made them that big, truth be told.

Regardless, Brienne retreats to her corner of the cabin, fully intent on ignoring the pair for the rest of the journey. She was stuck with them, unfortunately, due to the small size of the ship and the fact that the crew of the galley took up the rest of the living quarters, but that didn't mean she had to interact with them or anything like that.

An expression of resolve on her face, Brienne focuses her eyes on the wall in front of her, even as she begins to undress herself, preparing to wash her body down. In the midst of her attempt at ignoring Ellaria and Podrick's prodigious lovemaking, she actually completely tunes them out… and thus doesn't manage to hear when they're all finished up, nor does she notice Ellaria Sand's approach until the other woman has already arrived behind her and is stroking a sweaty hand across Brienne's bared, pale shoulder.

Shock freezes the warrior woman in place, even as the well-fucked form of the naked Dornish Whore presses against her side, giving Brienne a lewd smile.

"You're like a statue, my dear. Chiseled to perfection."

And then she smacks Brienne's taut ass, causing Brienne to jolt in shame and embarrassment. Not used to such attention, and certainly not used being complimented, the noblewoman turned knight finds herself stuttering like a maid, missing the hungry glint in Ellaria's eyes entirely as a result, even as the Dornish woman uses Brienne's surprise to push the tall blonde down onto the stool she was about to sit down upon anyways.

"I must apologize for how… rowdy we are. Dear Podrick truly does bring out the best in me, doesn't he?"

Brienne flushes at that, but she's still frozen in place by Ellaria's feminine hands running over her body. If the other woman were a man, then Brienne would have no problem socking her right in the face and punching her lights out for the presumption. But this is a woman, and Brienne is probably more chivalrous then most of the male knights in the Seven Kingdoms. She lives by the Knightly Code, and that will not allow her to hit a woman. More than that, she's not used to being APPRECIATED by a woman in this way either… it… it feels nice, truth be told.

"Allow me to assist you in washing up."

Before the Lady Knight can properly find a way to politely decline the request, Ellaria has pulled a tankard of scented oil out of nowhere, and mixing it with the tub of water in front of them both, begins to massage and wash Brienne, pushing deep into her taut muscles as she rubs the big woman down. It… it doesn't feel all that unpleasant, truth be told. She slickens Brienne of Tarth up, and in turn the blonde sits there, trying to contain her reactions, unable to bring herself to tell Ellaria to back off.

Brienne knows that she's in too deep when Ellaria finishes with her and backs off all on her own, and Brienne actually feels slightly disappointed by that fact. She knows she's in serious trouble when the Dornish woman turns those oh-so-skilled hands of hers onto herself instead, beginning to slicken up her own body until its well-oiled and glistening, and Brienne simply can't pull her eyes away.

Ellaria knows every trick in the book, and in her stupor, Brienne has forgotten just who she's dealing with. The other woman is very, VERY good at drawing the eye, be it male or female. She's exceptionally good at keeping the eye on her once she has it as well, undulating her body even as she runs her hands up and down her naked, glistening, oiled form.

She shouldn't be here, Brienne knows that. In the back of her mind, there's a small voice telling her that she needs to flee if she wishes to keep any sense of her innocence intact. But at the same time… she's trapped herself, hasn't she? All oiled up now, sat on a stool with Ellaria just inches away, she can't exactly go anywhere without getting dressed, and she can't exactly get dressed without getting toweled off.

The Dornish woman isn't about to let her do that, even if Ellaria couldn't stop Brienne if Brienne got… physical. But once again, her chivalrous nature keeps her from raising a hand against a woman, even a whore like Ellaria Sand. Said whore has a wicked smile on her face as she slips behind Brienne, rubbing her slick body against the muscular blonde's back, and proving just how skilled she is as she makes Brienne shudder under her ministrations.

Sliding her caramel tits up and down between Brienne's pale shoulders, Ellaria slips her hands around the taller woman's body, massaging down from Brienne's chest to betwixt the blonde's parted legs. As her fingers slip and slide across Brienne's inner thighs, creeping ever closer to her honeypot, Ellaria is murmuring in the blonde's ear.

"Relax, Brienne of Tarth. Relax, my dear lady… it'll be alright…"

Despite herself, Brienne finds that her body is beginning to surrender to Ellaria's words and ministrations, the sensations that the Dornish woman is pushing onto her are… beyond anything she's ever experienced before. As Ellaria plays with Brienne's pussy lips, a wanton moan slips from the blonde knight's mouth, the first to ever leave her throat, surprising her something fierce and leaving her blinking in hazy surprise and confusion.

In response to her moan, Ellaria just giggles, snickering really, and then her hot breath is on Brienne's ear again, her teeth nipping at her earlobe as she whispers to her once more.

"Of course… what you don't know, my dear, is the true properties of what I just rubbed you down with. The scented oil, the water… it's used by the pillow houses of Dorne to relax the muscles. Too much, and it will cause the recipient to fall into a deep, blissful sleep."

By the time Ellaria is speaking that last sentence, Brienne isn't conscious to hear it. The last part, Brienne of Tarth never hears, as she's already slumped into slumber against Ellaria's equally slick body. But rather than falling asleep as well, Ellaria just grins a raunchy grin, giggling as she kisses at Brienne's exposed, helpless neck.

"Not to worry, my darling. I'll make sure to loosen that stick up your ass… for my Master, of course."

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