Arriving at the Smoking Log

"Here we are, Bran!" Theon said, hopping off his horse. "All seven heavens wrapped up in one."

"Don't oversell it," Robb warned. "We don't want him to be disappointed."

"Trust me, I doubt Bran's going to be disappointed!" Theon laughed, pushing his way into the inn.

Bran had to agree with Theon. The anticipation was killing him, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Tying up his horse, he accompanied his brother through the double doors of the inn.

This was not Bran's first time in the smoking log. A few times, when Bran and Rickon had been learning to ride, Jory had stopped here for a few drinks. However, it looked much different now. While not quite full, the inn was busier than usual, no doubt due to the women working that night. Men were drinking, gambling, and generally being merry as the girls walked around, eyeing potential clients. There were about a dozen of them in total, of varying shapes in sizes. A rather large woman, who looked to be from the mountain clans, was drinking and flirting with a group of men, her bawdy laughter echoing around the tavern. A willowy girl who looked no older than fifteen drifted from table to table, quietly chatting with the patrons. Bran saw a woman with huge breasts lead a lucky man up the stairs, tossing a coin to the innkeep.

"Glad you could join us!" Theon called, laughing. He was sitting in a booth, a beautiful woman on his lap. She had dark hair and green eyes, her cheeks a pleasant shade of red. Just from looking at her, Bran knew who she was. She was Kyra, a woman Theon had bragged of bedding for many moons now.

"Hello little lord!" Kyra called, apparently a bit tipsy. "Theon was just telling me today'll be yer first time!"

"That's right, you clever lass," Theon chuckled, pawing her breasts. "Maybe he'll even want to get between your legs." Kyra just giggled, her eyes practically daring Bran to take a turn.

"Perhaps the first timer would like a woman with a bit more experience!" A voice called. "A full-time whore, not these twice a month beggers." Bran looked to see a large breasted redhead walk down the stairs, wiping her lip with a napkin. She was quite exquisite, her curly red hair and full red lips turning Bran on. Her top left little to the imagination, her beautiful bosom practically popping out of the alluring dress.

"Easy Ros," Theon warned, "You know you're my girl."

"Oh you're girl!" Kyra gasped, playfully slapping Theon on the shoulder. "And who am I?"

"Ah, don't get your smallclothes in a knot," Theon complained, pouring some more alcohol down his throat. "I pay you, don't I?"

"Well, while those two bicker like an old couple," Ros continued. "I'd be happy to take the virginity of Brandon Stark."

It was certainly a tempting offer, but Bran suddenly realized he had lost Robb. Scanning the room, he saw him making out with a girl in the corner. She had auburn hair worn in a long braid, her ass nice and plump. Bran could only see the back of her, but oddly enough she kind of reminded him of his sister Sansa.

However, before Bran could ponder this thought more, another girl caught his eye. She was a small little thing, probably shorter than five feet, and looked Bran's age. She had blonde hair in a pixie cut and deep, piercing blue eyes. She was walking around with a tray and apron, collecting empty glasses and refilling others. The two briefly made eye contact, but she quickly broke it, hurrying off to the kitchen.

"Hey," the innkeep called to Bran. "She's not the menu, milord."

"That lord is a Stark of Winterfell," Theon called back, coming to Bran's defense. "Everyone's on the fucking menu, including your granddaughter!"

The older man said nothing, simply going back to cleaning glasses. Bran knew that if he tried to bed the girl, neither she or her grandfather would be quite pleased. Still, as Theon had said, Bran was a Stark. He could also go with the girl Theon had offered him, the lovely Kyra. Ros was quite the tempting treat, despite Theon's "claims." Or Bran could sample any of the other girls in the tavern.