Before the Final Round

The Melee and Archery were still going, so the final Joust would take place in the middle of the next day as a grand finale. Ser Brom was pleased at the money from the Horses sold, and happier to get a blowjob from you. He'd be at another part of the Feast, so you went to speak with others. Socialise.

You are dragged from the feast celebrating the two finalists of the Joust and into a sideroom, just in time to see a Knight taking a letter from the Master of Whispers himself, Varys the Spider, who seemed to be the architect of your abduction. Varys shook his head in disappointment. He walked over to you, letting his hands roam across the front of his yellow robes. He smelled of perfumes far more potent than yours or any Ladies you had met, and that threw you for a second.

"Devinn is it?" He doesn't give you a chance to respond, "Yes, I have it right here on my list. You, my" he seems to speak the next word with contempt, "Lady, will have your Mummers Play end in the morning with your "son" foreiting before he rides against the Mountain."

Your son will earn 20,000 Gold Dragons for 2nd Place in the Joust, but you promised a night with Ser Brom on the basis he would defeat the Mountain. And forfeiting now could see some making... assertions on your son's character. The Spider seemed to almost read your intentions.

"I believe you think to draw this Play further on. Your man cannot beat the Mountain. He will die, he will be unmasked and I will reveal you knew. Your son, Aedan, will be humiliated and branded a coward. You will be disgraced."

He titters when you state that your Knight is confident he can defeat the Mountain and leaves, offering to keep quiet if that unbelievably happens.

Your attempt to return to the Feast is waylaid by Lord Baelish. He has an odd look about him that you don't remember seeing before. He tells you he has a special customer that requires immediate attention. He doesn't even let you put on a mask to conceal your Noble Identity!

It's the Peasant Boy's Father.

"I knew I'd seen 'em tits before. My boy would've been nutting on your udders iff'n he still lived you cunt!" He turned you over and speared your arse. You had been needing to prepare your backhole for Ser Brom tomorrow anyway.

He's rough, but he doesn't strike you or squeeze to hard. Your hair does get pulled loose though.

When he is ready, he pulls out and spins you around again so he can fill your cleavage with his seed. His has a particularly strong aroma. You suck and lick his spent cock clean. He leaves quickly and you return to Lord Baelish. He looks at you again and bids you kneel before him.

He pulls his own cock out and you get to work. He's not tiny, but you recall with a bit of guilty glee that your son is bigger than your blackmailer. He grips the back of your head at one point and as he moans out his ow  donation of seed, you hear him call out to "Cat".

Before he let's you go, he tells you he wants you to use your newly elevated status to become closer to Sansa Stark.