Episode one: A Cold Whisper {Game of Thrones} (COMPLETED)

Marei

Marei was used to rough men.
Lots of different men came to Chataya's brothel. Young, old, gentle and rough. She was trained from a young age and was an expert when it came to pleasure.
But that didn't mean she was okay with taking part in it. Especially with rough men.
Marei was in a private room with a older man, around thirty years perhaps, which was a lot older when compared to her mere eighteen. He had a stern face and beady brown eyes. She was bent over, lying on the bed, her soft skin bare and naked. The brown eyed man was smacking her hard while she pretended to enjoy it. On the inside, Marei was in pain, nothing more.
"Yes," she said.
No, she thought.
He was her seventh of the day.

Marei had small breasts. She always had. Her hips were large however, and her legs long and smooth. Marei had always been jealous of how curvy Dancy was. She tried to eat plenty in order to put on weight. She didn't enjoy being thin.

The need to read was starting to get worse. Marei had always read her dragon books. The same ones, over and over. It was the only way she dealt with the memories, and they just kept coming back without the books to take her mind off them.

She sat in the corner of the brothel, watching Dancy twirling her frizzy red hair and strutting around half naked, in front of a small crowd of men.

"Slut." Marei mumbled.

"Isn't that a good thing? You know, we are in a brothel."

A lanky man wearing all black, leather garments as though he had just come from Castle Black sat on a chair by her right. He had long, jet black hair and eyes of the same colour. His eyes were sunken and dark. He had a mischievous look on his face, and the ghost of a smile.

Marei humphed, "whatever, if you want her then go get her, before that guy gets there first."

Dancy whipped her head round as yet another man approached her with a look of desire in his eyes.

"He can have her," the man said gently.
"Leave me alone," Marei narrowed her eyes at him.

The man tilted his head, "that's not a very good way to make money, is it?"
"I'm not here for you to talk to, and if you've not got any money..."
The man smirked, and held out three gold dragons. Marei let her eyes widen in utter shock. She stood up slowly, took the lanky mans hand and led him upstairs, to her own private room.

Once in the room, Marei automatically started to undo her dress.

"No stop!" the man spoke quickly. Marei held her dress to her chest.
"Isn't that what you bought me for?..."
"No I - well yes, just..." he glanced at her half exposed breasts.
She quickly pulled her dress back on and squinted at him. Her vibrant green eyes showed a mixture of worry and curiosity.

"What do you want with me?" she questioned anxiously.

"I just... what's your name?"
She looked him up and down.

"Marei."
"Marei what?"
"I... I'm a whore..." her eyes flickered, "it's just Marei."
"My name's Stefon."

Marei looked at Stefon dubiously, "just Stefon."

He smiled.
"So you like dragons?"
Marei gasped and took a step back from him.
"Relax, I saw your books," he indicated towards the pile of dragon books Marei had stuffed under her bed, "if you're trying to hide them, you're not doing a very good job."

Marei glared at him, to which he grinned at humorously. He spoke properly, with a smooth, low voice. He had olive tanned skin, but was slightly dirty. He had several scars on his rough skinned face. He looked wild, but admittedly very handsome.

"Who are you hiding them from?" he asked.

Marei hesitated.

"Chataya doesn't approve."
Stefon nodded understandingly.
"Why dragons?"
"It's a long story."
"Well," Stefon started, "if three gold dragons haven't earned me a long story then what will?"

Marei rolled her eyes, "sorry but this is a brothel. It's not the kind of place to have a nice conversation with a girl, if that's what you're after."
"Just seems wrong to fuck a girl before you even know who she is."
"I told you my name, that's all you need to know!" Marei exclaimed.
"Feisty." Stefon grinned devilishly.
Marei rolled her eyes once again.

"Tell me a story."
"I'll get told off for not working..."
"This is working, here I am, a customer, and here you are - working."

Marei took a deep breath.

"My father liked dragons, he introduced me to the books."
Stefon smiled.
"Please - Stefon, I don't want to talk about my parents."

The dark haired man looked sympathetically to Marei.

"I like you." he said in a low voice.
Stefon approached Marei and began kissing her on the neck. When he eventually reached her chest, he slowly undid the ties on her dress and slipped it off. When she was completely naked, Stefon presumed to kiss every inch of Marei's naked body. She didn't move, just continued standing in the middle of her room, eyes fluttering and heart racing. No man had ever made Marei's heart beat so fast.

When Stefon reached her core, he didn't stop. Marei lightly let her hand brush the top of his head.

"Don't stop," she groaned.

And he didn't.

Eventually, Stefon knelt on the floor and ran his lips along each of Marei's toes. Only then did he stand upright, towering over her. She widened her drooping eyes.

He handed her the three gold dragons.
Neither of them said a word. Marei was quivering, her breath shaky.
"Marei." he sounded. Marei was still unable to respond.

Stefon turned on his heel and exited the room in one swift motion.