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.

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.

" Get lost, whore," One of them sneers.

She sighs, her face reading utter disappointment as she attempts to pass through once more.

" Oi! Did you not hear me? I said get lost!"

The guard strikes her down, giving her a nasty cut on her lip. He wishes to lay another strike down upon her but is frozen stiff in pure terror as a stranger steps forward.

" That's enough."

The gold-coaked guard nods his head and stands down, not daring to question or undermine the authority of his boss. But the stranger shocks them both by offering a hand to help the girl stand.

" Are you alright?" He asks.

" Fine, thanks--" Saerra utters, but then pauses as her eyes go wide once she meets the gaze of her savior, then instantly bows her head, " Prince Daemon."

The Prince watches her intently, his eyes fixating on the young girl before him, of whom has piqued his interest within the span of seconds. A feet the women on the Street of Silk only dream of accomplishing.

" What business do you have in the Red Keep?" He ponders.

" I-I'm trying to get to my chambers," She responds, " My name is Saerra Salt."

" Ah, Corlys's bastard," Daemon chuckles, " Funny... they never mentioned you have such a pretty face."

Saerra opens her mouth to respond, but no words come out. Nothing but a puff of air.

" Come," He utters sharply as he walks past the guard, who now bows his head to both.

Saerra follows the Targaryen Prince. She trails behind him as to not get lost within the giant castle, and becomes mesmerized as she watches his soft hair bounce with each step. He abruptly turns and faces the girl, who stops herself from running into him. Their bodies lie within inches of one another, and their eyes are locked as Saerra stands, waiting for instructions. Daemon reaches to open the door without breaking eye contact. The door swings open, the creaky hinges acting as the only sound within the stone hall.

" Thank you," Saerra mutters, " My Prince."

She then clears her throat and bows her head, before she dips into her chambers and closes the door behind her, leaving Daemon out in the hall with a wandering mind.

How peculiar.

He hardly finds anyone this interesting, let alone a bastard... but there's something about Saerra. There's something that he gravitates towards, and by Gods, he cannot explain it. He cannot explain why this random girl is now stuck in his mind... but perhaps it may have something to do with him being responsible for her first orgasm.

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[ daemon is always serving cunt, and i love it ]