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Chapter 6: Robb Stark
We waited until the King and Lord Stark had gone, until Lord Tyrion was gone.
Then, on the day that Lord Stark would hear the people, mother gave me a bath and put me in my nicest dress before she sent me in to Winterfell, carrying the bag of gold that I had gotten from Lord Tyrion. I put myself at the end of the line and patiently waited my turn as the other small folk one by one came forward to beg for his aid. Finally, it was my turn . . . I stepped forward an gave my best curtsy.
“M’lord, I’m a Whore from Wintertown,”I introduced myself. “During his visit, Lord Tyrion Lannister came to our brothel and hired my services.”
“Did he not pay you a fair wage for your work?” asked Lord Robb.
“The problem is not that he paid me too little,” I explained. “It is that he paid me too much. The coins he paid me were made of gold, not silver, like the Lords usually pay me. These coins are too valuable and pose a danger to me. I am therefore bringing them to you, as well as myself, as a gift. I freely offer both myself and these gold coins in the hopes that you will grant me an equal number of silver coins.”
“Let’s see them,” commanded Lord Robb.
I gingerly stepped forward and set them on the table in front of him, giving a low bow and then a curtsy as I did so, making certain that he got a chance to look down my cleavage.
He handed the sack to the maester saying:
“Count them. See that she get the same number of coins in silver.”
He then, gave me an intense gaze for a moment as the maester dumped out the bag and started counting the coins. I kept my eyes on Lord Robb’s and didn’t even glance at the coins. They weren’t mine anymore. I had just given them away. It didn’t matter if the maester miscounted or even deliberately cheated me. These were High Lords, and I was just a Whore. They could do anything they wanted to me.
After staring as me for a while, Lord Robb turned to a servant.
“See that she gets a bath and a meal in my room,” commanded Lord Robb.
“Thank you m’lord,” I said, as I gave him another curtsy, then followed the servant to the bath room. I waited while the tub was filled with hot water then, removed my clothes and stepped in before sitting. I didn’t think I was dirty. I had taken a bath just before I came up here. But I was glad I hadn’t refused. Being bathed by a servant was a luxury I had never experienced before. The only thing that comes close is the one my mother gave me when I sold my maidenhood. As the girl scrubbed my body, then washed my hair I felt decadent. The soaps she used on me were much higher quality that the best ones my mother owned. After the bath, she had me stand there while she blotted my body with a towel to get all the water off. After I got out of the tub she handed me a clean shift to wear. It was the smoothest softest garment I had every felt. This must be that silk from Yi-Ti I had heard stories of! Just feeling it on body excited me. The servant didn’t offer me any privacy at all and she watched the whole time, as I pulled the shift on, and ran my hands down my body, not just to make sure it was not riding up, but also because it felt good to rub against my body while it was covered in silk.
Once the bath was done, she led me down the hall to another room. We try to make the rooms look nice in the brothel, but it was nothing compared to the luxury of this room. Everything in the room was of the highest quality, including the bed and the table with two chairs. On the table was placed the most fancy meal I had ever seen. Not wanting to spill food on this fancy shift, I removed it and draped it over the back of a chair before sitting on the other one and tucking in to this sumptuous feast. I tried a little bit of each dish, not wanting to get overfull.
Lord Robb surprised me when he walked in. Here I was sitting naked at his table eating his food. I hopped up, quickly wiped my mouth with the cloth napkin, then frantically started trying to put the fancy silk shift back on.
“I’m sorry m’lord!” I told him. “I was not expecting you so soon.”
He was wearing a tunic but had bare feet. It was clear he had just come from his own bath. The room had surprised me with it’s warmth when I first entered. Now, it felt too warm.
“It’s quite all right,” laughed Lord Robb. “I was expecting to see you like that at some point tonight, just not so soon.”
“I could take it off now, if you like,” I said, lifting the hem up to my waist and offering him a glimpse of my womaness.
“Not quite yet,” replied Lord Robb, as his eyes glanced at the view I had given him, before returning to gazing into my eyes.
He brought his hand up and caressed my cheek.
“I remember you, you know,” said Lord Robb. “I paid for you to give you maidenhood to my brother, Jon Snow. From the way he talked about it and the amount you received Lord Tyrion, It’s clear that I did not pay you enough. Would you like me to pay you the full value of that gold in silver coins?”
“Thank you m’lord, but no,” I replied, as I placed my hands on his chest, lightly. “That much money in any form would still make me a target for thieves.”
I stepped in closer and tilted my head up so I could keep my eyes on locked on his.
He leaned forward and started to kiss me. I put my arms around his neck as his hands began roaming over my body, rubbing the silk against me as he did so. I was really enjoying the sensations and was completely ready for him when he began pulling up the hem of the shift. I raised my arms over my head to help him but kept my lips locked on his as long as I could. Once I was naked, I squatted down and pulled the tunic off him. He was young and athletic like a High Lords of the songs. I pulled him after me as I backed up to the bed and laid down pulling him on top of me. I was SO ready for him! I expected him to enter me then. Instead, he hovered over me and kissed my lips fully for a while as our tongues danced. I thought I was as ready as I could be but he’d just made me more so. He then started kissing across my cheek, down my neck and down my body until head kissed his way down to my womanhood. He kissed and licked me down there until my excitement grew so much I was shouting:
“Old Gods! Old Gods!”
That’s when he moved up and finally entered me. Feeling him inside me brought me to another peak just by itself. He waited until I was finished before he started thrusting. And then I felt it building again until we both finished together with dual moans of release. When he went soft and fell out of me, then crawled over beside me and kissed me some more for a while before he told me:
“I’d like you stay the whole night. Maybe later we can do that again.”
“As you wish m’lord,” I told him.
“You haven’t even told me your name?” said Lord Robb. “What shall I call you?”
“Everyone in Wintertown calls me ‘Whore’” I explained.
“And what’s your real name?” asked Lord Robb.
“Whore,” I told him. “It’s my name, my vocation and what I am here to do. I am the Whore that fucks you.”
“As my Lady Whore wishes,” replied Lord Robb, before pulling me into another kiss.
Note: There is a bit of unnamed crossover between this story and my other one. Whore was one of the women sent to Harrenhal in my other story. I have no plans to mention her by name though.
We waited until the King and Lord Stark had gone, until Lord Tyrion was gone.
Then, on the day that Lord Stark would hear the people, mother gave me a bath and put me in my nicest dress before she sent me in to Winterfell, carrying the bag of gold that I had gotten from Lord Tyrion. I put myself at the end of the line and patiently waited my turn as the other small folk one by one came forward to beg for his aid. Finally, it was my turn . . . I stepped forward an gave my best curtsy.
“M’lord, I’m a Whore from Wintertown,”I introduced myself. “During his visit, Lord Tyrion Lannister came to our brothel and hired my services.”
“Did he not pay you a fair wage for your work?” asked Lord Robb.
“The problem is not that he paid me too little,” I explained. “It is that he paid me too much. The coins he paid me were made of gold, not silver, like the Lords usually pay me. These coins are too valuable and pose a danger to me. I am therefore bringing them to you, as well as myself, as a gift. I freely offer both myself and these gold coins in the hopes that you will grant me an equal number of silver coins.”
“Let’s see them,” commanded Lord Robb.
I gingerly stepped forward and set them on the table in front of him, giving a low bow and then a curtsy as I did so, making certain that he got a chance to look down my cleavage.
He handed the sack to the maester saying:
“Count them. See that she get the same number of coins in silver.”
He then, gave me an intense gaze for a moment as the maester dumped out the bag and started counting the coins. I kept my eyes on Lord Robb’s and didn’t even glance at the coins. They weren’t mine anymore. I had just given them away. It didn’t matter if the maester miscounted or even deliberately cheated me. These were High Lords, and I was just a Whore. They could do anything they wanted to me.
After staring as me for a while, Lord Robb turned to a servant.
“See that she gets a bath and a meal in my room,” commanded Lord Robb.
“Thank you m’lord,” I said, as I gave him another curtsy, then followed the servant to the bath room. I waited while the tub was filled with hot water then, removed my clothes and stepped in before sitting. I didn’t think I was dirty. I had taken a bath just before I came up here. But I was glad I hadn’t refused. Being bathed by a servant was a luxury I had never experienced before. The only thing that comes close is the one my mother gave me when I sold my maidenhood. As the girl scrubbed my body, then washed my hair I felt decadent. The soaps she used on me were much higher quality that the best ones my mother owned. After the bath, she had me stand there while she blotted my body with a towel to get all the water off. After I got out of the tub she handed me a clean shift to wear. It was the smoothest softest garment I had every felt. This must be that silk from Yi-Ti I had heard stories of! Just feeling it on body excited me. The servant didn’t offer me any privacy at all and she watched the whole time, as I pulled the shift on, and ran my hands down my body, not just to make sure it was not riding up, but also because it felt good to rub against my body while it was covered in silk.
Once the bath was done, she led me down the hall to another room. We try to make the rooms look nice in the brothel, but it was nothing compared to the luxury of this room. Everything in the room was of the highest quality, including the bed and the table with two chairs. On the table was placed the most fancy meal I had ever seen. Not wanting to spill food on this fancy shift, I removed it and draped it over the back of a chair before sitting on the other one and tucking in to this sumptuous feast. I tried a little bit of each dish, not wanting to get overfull.
Lord Robb surprised me when he walked in. Here I was sitting naked at his table eating his food. I hopped up, quickly wiped my mouth with the cloth napkin, then frantically started trying to put the fancy silk shift back on.
“I’m sorry m’lord!” I told him. “I was not expecting you so soon.”
He was wearing a tunic but had bare feet. It was clear he had just come from his own bath. The room had surprised me with it’s warmth when I first entered. Now, it felt too warm.
“It’s quite all right,” laughed Lord Robb. “I was expecting to see you like that at some point tonight, just not so soon.”
“I could take it off now, if you like,” I said, lifting the hem up to my waist and offering him a glimpse of my womaness.
“Not quite yet,” replied Lord Robb, as his eyes glanced at the view I had given him, before returning to gazing into my eyes.
He brought his hand up and caressed my cheek.
“I remember you, you know,” said Lord Robb. “I paid for you to give you maidenhood to my brother, Jon Snow. From the way he talked about it and the amount you received Lord Tyrion, It’s clear that I did not pay you enough. Would you like me to pay you the full value of that gold in silver coins?”
“Thank you m’lord, but no,” I replied, as I placed my hands on his chest, lightly. “That much money in any form would still make me a target for thieves.”
I stepped in closer and tilted my head up so I could keep my eyes on locked on his.
He leaned forward and started to kiss me. I put my arms around his neck as his hands began roaming over my body, rubbing the silk against me as he did so. I was really enjoying the sensations and was completely ready for him when he began pulling up the hem of the shift. I raised my arms over my head to help him but kept my lips locked on his as long as I could. Once I was naked, I squatted down and pulled the tunic off him. He was young and athletic like a High Lords of the songs. I pulled him after me as I backed up to the bed and laid down pulling him on top of me. I was SO ready for him! I expected him to enter me then. Instead, he hovered over me and kissed my lips fully for a while as our tongues danced. I thought I was as ready as I could be but he’d just made me more so. He then started kissing across my cheek, down my neck and down my body until head kissed his way down to my womanhood. He kissed and licked me down there until my excitement grew so much I was shouting:
“Old Gods! Old Gods!”
That’s when he moved up and finally entered me. Feeling him inside me brought me to another peak just by itself. He waited until I was finished before he started thrusting. And then I felt it building again until we both finished together with dual moans of release. When he went soft and fell out of me, then crawled over beside me and kissed me some more for a while before he told me:
“I’d like you stay the whole night. Maybe later we can do that again.”
“As you wish m’lord,” I told him.
“You haven’t even told me your name?” said Lord Robb. “What shall I call you?”
“Everyone in Wintertown calls me ‘Whore’” I explained.
“And what’s your real name?” asked Lord Robb.
“Whore,” I told him. “It’s my name, my vocation and what I am here to do. I am the Whore that fucks you.”
“As my Lady Whore wishes,” replied Lord Robb, before pulling me into another kiss.
Note: There is a bit of unnamed crossover between this story and my other one. Whore was one of the women sent to Harrenhal in my other story. I have no plans to mention her by name though.
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