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You never expected to end up here. Lined up with two other girls, preparing to be put on display for a foreign prince and his paramour.
But King’s Landing was a rough and brutal place, and since you lost your parents and had a younger sister to provide for, you reasoned that a stint in Littlefinger’s brothel would be one way to make money quickly.
You knew you were pretty; you saw men admire you from a distance at times. Occasionally, women did too, which thrilled you equally. But you’d never worked up the nerve to let any of them touch you, or get intimate.
That, Littlefinger said, made you very valuable. Someone would pay him a great deal of money (of which you would get a cut), and your virginity would be gone forever. It wasn’t what you’d always dreamed of, but you were practical. Guarding such things was a luxury for those not dependent on wages for the next meal.
So when Prince Oberyn Martell looked you over, surveying your body and admiring your skin, you hung your head. He was tall, and bronze, and beautiful, and so firm. You could see the lean muscles in the way he moved, the way he shifted closer to examine you.
He called you “pretty.” He peeled your dress down, exposing your breasts. He tipped your head up to look him in the eyes and you could just tell he wanted you.
This was not a man who was ever denied what he wants.
But Ellaria wanted the playful girl next to you, so Oberyn moved on. You returned to your chambers, breathing a small sigh of relief, but finding the feeling tinged with regret.
What would he have been like? Gentle? Rough? Would he have taken his time, or sought only his own pleasure? Would he have touched you some more, if Ellaria wasn’t there, urging him to choose another?
The look in Ellaria’s eyes when she called you “timid” was more than just a dismissal. It was a challenge. The prince called you pretty — and she saw a threat.
Perhaps even a prince’s paramour has her doubts, you think to yourself, reclining in bed with a book.
A soft knock on the door of your chambers startles you a little while later.
“Come in,” you say softly.
The prince opens the door.
“Your Highness,” you say, straightening up in bed and nodding to him.
“Please,” he says, holding up a hand. “Do not get up on my account.”
Please? The word threw you. Princes never say please.
“My darling Ellaria can be a bit transparent,” he adds, walking to the edge of your bed and sitting down in one smooth motion. “She knows my taste. And you,” he says hungrily, “are absolutely my taste.”
You close the book. “Won’t she be upset that you’ve come here alone?” You ask, folding your hands on your lap.
The prince smiles. “Perhaps, but she enjoys punishing me when she doesn’t get her way, and that is fun for us both. So I do what pleases me.”
Your heart starts racing. “Do you know I’m—I’ve never—“
He smiles and shifts closer. The Red Viper. He looks like he’s poised to strike, and you’ve never felt more like a helpless mouse.
“I’m just a mouse—I mean, a virgin,” you finally blurt out awkwardly.
Well. No concern of that changing now.
The prince grins, a positively devilish smirk. “Sweet little untouched mouse… I’m going to have such fun with you,” he purrs, using a finger to brush the strap of your dress off one shoulder. He leans and kisses your neck, and you shudder with it.
“You— you don’t mind?” You whimper, as you feel him suck on the skin of your neck. You just know you’re going to have a purple mark there, and the idea of wearing one of his bites immediately makes you soaked between your thighs.
“Mm… so responsive,” he says, pulling away. He leans down, pressing his nose to your dress, right between your legs, and breathing deeply. “So deliciously aroused. Everything is new and exciting, yes?”
You force out a little grunt of agreement.
“Words, my sweet mouse,” he says, softly biting at your mound through the fabric. Your legs fall open and you clutch his head for a moment, letting go as you realize you may have overstepped.
He looks up at you. “Do not resist what feels right,” he whispers, hands bunching up your dress.
“Are you—are you going to fuck me?” You ask, voice coming out far raspier than usual.
Oberyn chuckles. “Not just yet, sweet mouse.. first I want to enjoy this perfect, soft flower you have hidden from the world. I am going to use my tongue to give you pleasure, and I don’t want you to be shy or muffle your cries.”
He uncovers you, the cool air of the room rushing to your heated core. He places a hand under each of your knees, bending them up and spreading them apart to get a better view.
No one else has ever seen it. You feel flushed from your forehead to the tips of your toes.
“Such lovely petals, already covered in sweet nectar,” he says, smiling at you. He brushes a finger between them, gathering the slick and sucking the finger into his mouth. His eyes close in delight. “Perfect little flower.”
You bite your lip, hanging your head down.
“What is wrong?” he asks.
“I am so inexperienced,” you confess, shame heating your face. “How will I please you?”
Oberyn smiles gently. “Can I tell you a secret?”
You nod.
“I have had many lovers of all shapes and sizes; men, women, and those who fall somewhere in between. They were all beautiful. All delightful in their own way. But,” he says, hands warm on your thighs, “I have never had a virgin before. So this will be new for us both.”
“Never?” You ask, eyes widening.
“I learned from those more experienced than me, and so I gained a bit of a reputation. I do know what I will find between your sweet thighs, and I will take my time. But I am not going to fuck you today. I will wait until you are fully prepared, and begging me to take you.”
You swallow hard.
“So… if you’re not going to fuck me, then what?” The curse word burns your tongue like a drop of acid. You used to be such a good girl, from a good family.
The Viper grins again.
“Oh, sweet mouse, there is so much else we can do to please each other. But first, you need to be naked,” he says. “Take off your clothes.”