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Varys left curtly and the gold-cloak grabbed your whole torso and slung you over his shoulder again. He didn't take you directly out of the building, though. First, he took you to the bathhouse and threw you in a tub. "Scrub the shit off of ya, you rat."

You relish the time given to clean your soft and smooth body and are careful to be nice and clean. In the meantime, the knight had taken off his armor and his breeches, exposing his rather massive cock. You knew where this was going.

He picked you up straight out of the bath and bent you over a nearby table. Without a word and without a hint of romance, he stuffed his throbbing cock inside you and stretched you out from the inside. You screamed in pain as he railed you over and over, being assaulted from behind and hitting the hard wooden table in the front.

Ser Ian went for a few minutes before leaving you with his seed and tossing you to the ground. Now trembling in painful pleasure you lay curled in a ball. He throws a fresh shirt on you and you quickly slide into it. Far too big, it looks like a blanket on you.

Now, becoming all too familiar with the man's shoulder, he heaves you up and carries you outside and down the street. Without his armor, the man is still a hulking 6'5" and broad as a boar. He hauls you down the street and into the large building that you can only assume is your destination brothel.