The blood of Old Valyria lives on still in both the Targaryens and Velaryons, and another who fits in neither category. Saerra Salt is a bastard, born out of wedlock as a result of Lord Corlys's drunken night on the Street of Silk. He takes care of...
Saerra's eyes sparkle in amazement as she enters a brothel for the first time in her life. She's greeted by a scantily-clad woman, one who's older in age, and seems to be in charge of the establishment. Saerra is obviously young, but not too young to be a customer. The woman in charge assumes that she cannot afford their best whore, but still directs her to a decent one.
Saerra is present a man so tall, he's practically double her size. He has no hair atop his head, and his skin is dark and heavenly. His muscles are toned and features are beautiful, yet has a giant scar that runs from his cheek to his stomach. It looks like it could have come from a steel dagger, which is the only reason Saerra can think of that this man is not running her a high bill.
She hesitates, reeling over the fact that women are not meant to soil themselves before marriage... until she's met with the stinging strike of reality, where she remembers that no one will ever want to marry her... she's just a bastard.
Saerra pays for the man with whatever gold she has left. Her satchel is empty as she leaps forward and kisses the man.
His touch is surprisingly gentle, he seems to be holding back so as to not hurt her. He allows Saerra to take full control, allowing her to just enjoy herself. She has the man lie down on his back as she crawls on top of him and straddles his hips. She even initiates the penetration by sitting down upon his length. Saerra winces in pain as her face contorts, she's not sure if it's supposed to hurt this much.
The man attempts to speak up, offering to take charge, but Saerra insists that she's got it. She continues to move on the man's cock, but since she's new to the ways of sex, she doesn't know exactly what to do, and only ends up causing herself more pain.
" Let me."
Another man speaks from behind her, but before she can turn around, the stranger's head is already circling round her clit. Saerra gasps at the sensation and can't help but moan as pleasure floods her veins. She allows the stranger to move her hips in a way that provides even more pleasure as the pain begins to subside. He keeps circling his fingers on her sensitive bud, her eyes shut and face contorting in pure ecstasy.
Once it seems as though she's got a handle on it, the stranger steps away. He leaves without another word. Saerra opens her eyes as she feels the tip of the whore's cock hit somewhere deep and acts on pure instinct. She grabs the closest person she can... in this case a woman. Saerra passionately kisses the woman with skin even darker than the man, whose hair is in braids that match her own. Saerra continues to move her hips, giving herself so much pleasure that her kisses become sloppier and sloppier, till she reaches her tipping point.
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Saerra gives herself an orgasm, right there on the Street of Silk, in a random brothel, with two random strangers.
Eventually, at some point, Saerra exits Flea Bottom. But the night is dark. It's cold and eerie, yet filled with life and laughter. She makes her way to the front gates, but the guards do not seem very keen on letting her through.
