Falling for a stranger, good gracious | MDNI
Cw: too much plot, smut, bottom reader, top Aerion, unprotected and unprepared sex, brothels, whores, Aerion in general, wine, anal, feminine reader, hard sex, probably others that I’m forgetting
Aerion was a regular at the top brothel in the area surrounding Summerhall. When they get a some visiting whores from the Reach, Aerion wants to be the one to break them in, no matter who they are.
It wasn’t often that whores are moved around, but when the Tyrells are welcomed into Summerhall, it's only natural that their son would bring his favorite play things. You had been a serving boy in the brothel, walking around filling up people's cups and collecting coin from customers while caring for some of the girls in between jobs. You grew up with one of the girls, Elyn Flowers, she’s the bastard of some lesser Reach lord with a whore in another home. You were a bastard as well, but knew nothing of who your family was as you grew up in an orphanage. Elyn was the closest thing you had to a sister with her even practicing outfits, makeup, and hair styles on you before she did herself at times. Because of that you kept your hair long enough for her to style. You two had always shared everything, so it made sense for you to share even when she was going to a new job like this.
The two of you were sitting on the back of a wagon heading towards the new job for her. The heir to Highgarden seemed to enjoy her quite well, so it makes sense that she would be called to follow along, even if it displeased his wife. The travel was rough and disgusting, but whores don’t get accommodations that lords and ladies do, so neither of you argued.
Eventually, you arrived in Summerhall. There were well taken care of brothels nearby the castle. The Tyrell boy had arranged for one to take the two of you in, far before you even left the Reach. When you arrived at the house you were surprised at how different it was compared to the whore houses of the Reach. The owner of the brothel had greeted you both, leading you to a private room that would only be used by Elyn while you were in Summerhall. It wasn’t glorious in any way but it was enough to show respect to a visiting lord and the woman he brought with him. You set up some of Elyn’s toiletries that she always needed before servicing anyone. You weren’t sure when the heir would be here so it was a safer bet to go ahead and get clean. You bathed first, ridding yourself of any mud or dust from the road. You washed your long hair as well, after you finished you used some of Elyn’s products. The lord had gifted her fine lotions and oils to use and she never worried about him being upset with you wearing them as well. The two of you were a pair anyways, only better that you smell alike as well. The lord even started gifting larger quantities or even two of certain objects knowing that the both of you would be using them.
You helped Elyn bathe, scrubbing her body til it was a slight pink. While drying her off you applied the oil all across her body, neither of you shied away from each other when nude, there was no point to. After being fully oiled, Elyn pulled two matching pink, silk dresses from her trunk, they were flowy and made of a soft silk and were rather sheer on all parts but the upper skirt, keeping something to be desired. It fastened at the neck with a window to view the breast as they were pushed together by the tight top. The dress also showed off the tops of the shoulders before flowing down into sleeves that were so sheer there was practically nothing there at all. The skirt was split into a front and a back, the sides having long slits all the way to the upper thigh. You helped Elyn put on her dress and she helped you put on its twin. Then you sat her in front of a mirror as you began to style her hair. The Tyrell man liked her hair loose, wanting something to grab on. You moved some of the front strands away from her face, tying them behind her head. Showcasing her beauty while keeping his desires in mind. You then began doing her makeup, Elyn had a slightly freckled face but was still very pale. Her brown hair matched the freckles in shade, you think it made her even prettier, but the men in the Reach had different ideas of beauty. You used a product from the lord to cover her freckles, making her look like a plain fair skinned girl. You then used a light rouge, bringing color back to her cheeks and lips. Her eyes were a brilliant green that made many of the men who visited the shore house stop and try to buy her as well. But being a lord's favorite, she was too expensive for most knights or lay people. After completing her ritual to begin any working day, the two of you joined the rest of the house.
Elyn linked her arm with yours, pulling you along to the room that housed the master of the house so that she could announce that she was open for business. On the walk you saw many knights and richer men lying about, some drinking, some eating, some being serviced and others sitting talking to each other. It was barely mid day. Why were there so many high ranking people doing nothing? Elyn tugged on your arm, dragging your attention back to her.
“Do you think we’ll meet one of the princes? I’ve heard one of them is a quite well known enjoyer of the pleasure houses.”
You snorted, before looking around the room again for the sight of any silver or silver adjacent hair.
“Even if we did, you know your lord doesn’t like to share.”
Elyn pouted, glaring up at you for a moment. The man who owned the building had found you two, he gave a wide smile and crushed you in a hug.
“My boy, you look pretty enough in that get up to be sold alongside your sister!”
You chuckled, it wasn’t the first time that someone has made a comment about how you should offer services as well. Many men have even grabbed you while you were filling cups to try and cop a feel of your cunt, unfortunately for them there was no cunt there to grasp. When they felt your manhood they would push you away and angrily continue whatever they were doing before. And while you knew some men preferred other men they had never come to you to fill such a request, so you just kept filling drinks and delivering food during the busy hours.
The owner allowed Elyn to run off back to her room, saying that he heard that the Tyrell boy would be here soon and was bringing quite a large posse with him. You were shown where the kitchen and cellar were so you could do your job more effectively. You filled a basin with a nicer wine, one you knew the heir liked already, before heading back to join Elyn. When you entered the room, only a thin piece of fabric separating it from the rest of the house, you found the heir already laid out of the bed. Elyn was sitting on his lap, slowly rotating her hips back and front the up and down on him as he ranted about something or other that didn’t matter to the two of you. He used Elyn as a stress reliever for any stress he had. He noticed you enter the room as you poured his wine for him.
“Ah! (Y/N)! I’m happy to see you joined us! I was worried that you would be left behind at Highgarden!”
You smiled at the lord, “of course my lord, you know only Elyn and I are capable of caring for you.”
You brought him the chalice, filled with a sweet arbor red. He drank from it greedily before saying to you two,
“I have met the princes in Summerhall, they are quite interesting. I will try to bring them by later, maybe one will catch your fancy, my boy!”
Lord Tyrell had been coming to Elyn for quite awhile, hence why he knew about your past lover. A sweet boy who was a blacksmith near the brothel. He was tanned and muscular, with dark hair and brown eyes. Entirely plain by most people’s standards, but not yours. To you he was the face of beauty itself. Many nights the two of you spent alone, exploring each other's bodies. When he was commissioned by a lesser lord to make a helm, the man had accused him of stealing important steel from him. Your lover was sent to the Night's Watch to never be seen again. You were broken afterwards, a husk of who you once were before the incident. Lord Tyrell had noticed the difference and had listened as you and Elyn had told him about The whole ordeal, unfortunately once a man had joined the Night's Watch he could never leave so his hands were tied. Lord Tyrell had tried cheering you up by bringing any and all men he knew who had a shine towards the same sex to you, but they could never replace your love.
You smiled softly at the lord, thanking him for thinking of you before reminding him you were both here to support him and Elyn had missed him quite a lot. That snapped him back into action as he took control and flipped Elyn over so she lay on the bed with him on top. You took that as your sign to step out of the room, grabbing a pitcher with a cheaper wine given to lesser men and made your way around filling up cups. Your trip to Summerhall had tired you out and all you wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep.
It seems the Seven were not on your side tonight as after going around the room thrice, a large commotion was heard from outside. You looked out the window and saw multiple guards surrounding a figure who was making their way into the pleasure house. A rich man coming from the castle it seemed, maybe that Prince Elyn was telling you about. You ignored it for now, as it would surely bring trouble worrying about some rich boy while working. You filled the basin up again, moving to refill cups and pick up empty platters when the room went quiet with a deadly stillness. No one moved or even breathed it seemed. You looked over your shoulder to see what was causing the change in the people. A man stood in the doorway with short silver hair wearing an all black outfit with trimmings of red and dragons embroidered onto it. A prince. You weren’t sure which one though, there were quite a few. The man had guards on either side of him, blocking anyone from even thinking of attacking, if the sword on his belt and his status wasn’t enough of a deterrent. He looked around the room once before locking eyes with you, you blushed and looked down at the table you were clearing, your hands shaking. The prince walked further into the room, grabbing you by the upper arm making you drop the plates onto the table as he dragged you into another room. This room was one of the only ones with an actual door, it seemed it was specifically made for royalty as the room was the most lavishly decorated with murals of dragons being presented on the walls. The prince sat on the end of the bed, you moved to a table across the room and poured him a glass of wine. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Why would the prince drag you in here? Would he kill you for being a boy instead of a woman? You weren’t a whore you didn’t know how to please him even if he let you! You brought him the cup and stood in front of him, terrified of what was going to happen.
“Are you a new one? Don’t even know how to begin?”
He scoffed at you, drinking down the wine quickly before presenting the cup for you to fill again. You did just that before returning to standing in front of him.
“I’m not a whore your grace, I’m just a server.”
You wanted to say serving boy but no need to get yourself killed so soon. He looked at you, sipping his wine before leaning back on the bed propped up by his elbows watching you.
Your eyes widened, there was no way to hide what you are if you shed the thin protection you do have.
“Your grace, I’d be happy to find you a better woman, one who knows how to ple-”
“I said strip, or do they not teach you to listen in whatever hole you crawled out of.”
You took a shaky breath before moving your hands to the clasp around your neck, you undid it, loosening the whole top part of the dress. Next, you slid the sleeves down, trying to hide your chest to the best of your ability using the fabric bunching up. Once you got to the skirt there was no saving your modesty. You dropped it unceremoniously letting your manhood be shown to the prince sitting before you. You could see the shock on his face for a second at the sight, he’s surely going to kill me now, you thought, watching as he unbuckled the belt holding his sword to his hips.
You choked on your spit for a second, wide eyes searching his. You moved slowly towards the bed as if approaching a sleeping bear, one wrong move and you’d lose what little you had left of a life. He stalked you with his eyes, watching as you crouched to the floor to remove his boots, then moved a hand up his leg to the front of his trousers unlacing them in a soft way he’d never felt before. He watched you, shaky breaths leaving his lungs as you slipped your hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head. The two of you face to face for a moment. You blushed, your skin feeling hot as you slipped backwards, pulling the pants he wore all the way off before standing again, hands clasped in front of your cock hiding it from the prince. He finished the wine in his cup, holding it out for you to refill, something you do quick and easy as it felt natural to you at this point. He sat up, watching your movements as you did what you were told, you were a good listener at least.
“You are quite pretty for a serving boy”
You blushed, curling in on yourself a tad trying to shy away from the prince.
“T-thank you, your grace. My sister is a worker brought here by the Tyrells, I joined her to care for her for the few days we’re here.”
You kept your head down, staring at the floor. Maybe he would let you go, maybe he would just humiliate you and leave without taking your life or your cock. Maybe you’d be alright.
“Did she never teach you how to please a man?”
He broke you out of your trance, looking up at him you shake your head no. There wasn’t a reason to, she was the money maker and you cared for the home and her, it was an easy arrangement. The prince motioned you closer and grabbed your arm pulling you down into him. You fell onto his chest, scrambling to get up and away from the royal. He held you before moving his hand down to your leg bringing your knee up beside his hips. You sat up, gasping for air sitting on his lap, the same position that Elyn had been on when on top of lord Tyrell. You blushed attempting to get up again when the prince spoke up,
“Ride me while I finish my wine.”
You gasped, staring at his face as you watched his eyes track you. He was serious, and going against a prince's orders surely meant death. You pushed up on your knees, taking his cock in your hand. You heard a his from him at the coolness of your hand. You positioned him at your entrance, this is gonna hurt, you thought to yourself as you started to push him in. You and your lover had done something similar before but you had mouthed at his cock for almost an hour, you two had never gotten to this point before. He was always worried about it being too painful for you to withstand. You gasped as his tip broke through your hole, the pain shooting up throughout your body. You hung your head for a moment trying to catch your breath. The prince rolled his eyes before finishing his wine in one swig, he threw the cup somewhere and placed both hands on the sides of your hips. He pushed you down hard and fast, not caring about any pain you felt. You gagged for a second, unable to breath at the feeling of him being so deep inside you. He watched you for a second before his hand left your hip, it went into the air and came down harsh on your ass.
You gasped, before slowly raising yourself up on your knees, him almost falling out of you before you slammed yourself back down on his lap. His head was thrown back as he had a vicious smile on his face. You did this a few more times, starting to speed up, starting to find your own pleasure in it. The prince grew tired after a moment. He grabbed you by the arms and threw you off of him, having you lay chest down on the bed. You went to sit up, move at all, when you felt his hands on your hips. He pulled you towards him, your hips high. He quickly entered you again, setting a brutal pace that had you gasping and crying out. You were begging, for what you were sure at the moment only knowing the words leaving your mouth were doing nothing to calm his thrusts. He leaned forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back hard. You cried out, feeling tears slip down your face. You had never experienced anything like this before, your ass feeling bruised at the painful slaps of it against his thighs. Your cock was leaking, leaving a mess on your stomach and the sheets close to your groin.
It felt like eternity but also just a moment for him to reach his peak. He pulled out of your ass, a habit from other whores he fucked due to not wanting any bastards running around, and came all over your back. You collapsed onto the bed, panting. He watched you for a second, seeing the rise and fall of your chest, how you held onto a pillow below you, how your legs shook even though they weren’t holding you up anymore. He left the bed, finding a water basin and filling a cup before finding his chalice again and filling it with more wine. He handed you the cup of water, watching as you drank it greedily.
“Was that your first time with a man?”
“With-with anyone, your grace.”
He smirked at that, he had taken something from you no one else will ever be able to have. He chuckled before moving to dress himself again. Once his pants and boots were back on he turned to look at you, “you will be staying here from now on, no one else will have you but me.” He threw his shirt over his head before walking to the door. He looked back at you one more time, how you looked at him with fear, and slammed the door behind him, smirking all the way back to Summerhall.
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