The Prince of Yi Ti

by LuigiFapStare

Arya yawned, looking around the room for the hundredth time. It had long stopped bothering her that she was naked, and that everyone else was naked, save for the guards. Eunuchs with no interest in the female flesh before them didn’t bother her any more either, the large men stood straight ahead watching only for any threat to their master, a prince of the far off land of Yi Ti. It was quite spacious, with a bath in the center, where three girls were relaxing and giggling. Dozens more lay in soft couches or piles of pillows, talking and eating from plates of fruit that were all over the room. Candles littered the room, illuminating the young girls in soft light. It was said the prince was traveling Essos, a foreign tour while they were young like some Westerosi lords do. To Arya, it seemed he was only doing so to build his harem, as girls of every seeming color were present. From dark brown Summer Islanders, to a pale Valyerian girl who was said to look just like the dragon queen herself.

Slavery was of course illegal in Braavos, but legally these girls weren’t slaves, but she imagined they had no option to leave. Most seemed content enough, having been whores or begging in the streets beforehand. Jaqen had given her the mission, but she was to do the planning herself. First she was instructed to watch the palace, and noticed young begger girls being brought in every so often. Then, she cleaned herself up a bit, enough to ensure she was seen as a girl, and waited on the street outside his palace. It wasn’t long before a servant had asked to come along if she wanted a better life. And after being stripped and scrubbed and decorated with an obscene amount of makeup and some jewelry, she was told to wait until called for.

It had been three days since then. She had eaten her fill as any starving homeless girl would, she was practically that anyway. Jaqen didn’t exactly serve feasts after all. She idly rolled a gemstone between her fingers, watching two girls lick each other. An old joke she had heard Theon make about a ‘sixty-nine’ came to mind, and she finally understood what he meant. She felt a tingling down below, but resisted the urge to play with herself, not wanting for one of the others to take that as an invitation. It was best not to get too comfortable here.

Still, she watched intently until her view was blocked by an imposing stomach. “The Prince demands your presence, new girl,” said the copper skinned eunuch, naked from the waist up. Arya’s heart nearly left her chest and she nearly choked on a grape. “Ah, yes! As His Radiance commands,” she said, quickly getting back into character of a complaint young girl, eager to please. He grunted and motioned for her to follow through the large door in the back of the room.

Arya knew what she would be expected to do. Jaqen had mentioned that women had their own special talents that were beneficial at times, and that she must learn to use them eventually. Though she had no experience, she had peeked into the brothel back home a few too many times, and knew the gist of things thanks to Ros. The Prince’s rooms were as flamboyant as the rest of the palace. First a large sitting room with couches and tables, and several doors. The guard pointed to the largest one and stood to watch as she entered alone.

Once the door closed behind her she saw him for the first time. He wasn’t as grotesque as expected, only slightly obese and his body totally devoid of hair, besides what was on his head, which was black styled into a topknot. He was peeking to a hole in the wall, at what must be the harem room outside. After a deep breath, she walked up to the man and knelt as she was told to do. “I am here to please you, Your Radiance,” she said, head bowed, trying not to look at his large member.

The Prince closed the peephole, startled.”Oh! There you are! I was too entranced by those two lovelies making love, I had almost forgotten,” the man tittered. It had only been a few minutes at most, but Arya didn’t say anything, merely waited expectantly. “You’ve been laying there all alone, thought I’d break you in, so to speak, before I retire.” He turned stepped forward, his semi-flaccid prick inches from her face. Her stomach turned, but there was no turning back now.

Arya reached out and took it in her hand, rubbing it a few times before taking it in her mouth. Thankfully it wasn’t some crusty sailors cock, the prince liked to bathe at least. It tasted slightly of soap and the saltiness of the precum dribbling from the tip. Still, it wasn’t what she wanted for her first time. She closed her eyes and imagined it was her brother Jon. It had been so long since she had seen him, and she had been having rather unsisterly thoughts about him for awhile. The shaft grew hard and hot in her mouth, as she bobbed slowly, stroking the rest with her hands. Arya was turned on by her fantasy, but again resisted touching herself, not wanting to give him the pleasure.

The Prince moaned, but resisted finishing in her mouth. Once he was stiff he pulled out, and grabbed her by the arm. “You need practice. You’re a maiden, yes?” Arya nodded. “Yes, Your Radiance,” she answered truthfully. She had hoped a blowjob would suffice, but she wasn’t so lucky. He smacked her ass and pushed her up on the bed. Arya trembled, but crawled onto the giant mattress, her rear enticing him to join her.

“Always love a maiden. Too rare nowadays,” he said, crawling up behind her and grabbing her hips. Arya braced herself as he pushed in with no warning. She was wet with arousal, but it still hurt like hell, the thick shaft stretching her out far more than her fingers ever did. He was worried about his own pleasure alone, pounding against her and not heeding her grunts of discomfort. “Such a tight little hole,” he moaned, slapping her ass again. She dared not respond, not wanting to encourage him to do more than he needed.

Several minutes passed Thankful that it was over, Arya collapsed on the bed, panting hard. Her target wasted no time in pulling out and leaving her. It was time to get things over with before he went to sleep. Fortunately he wandered back over to the peephole, so she could make her mood. She snapped a gem off of one of her bracelets, and dropped it in a goblet, filling the rest with wine. It bubbled violently for a few moments before settling down. Her heart pounding, she took it over to the peeping man. “Wine before sleep, Your Radiance?”

He took the cup without even looking at her, and downed it quickly. “Ahh, I always get parched after spilling my seed. You are such a good girl, stay with me tonight and I shall fuck you again in the morning.”

Arya shuddered. She didn’t want to spend any more time with this man than necessary, she already felt gross, with his cum dripping down her thighs. but she could see if the poison worked firsthand. Jaqen had told her it should appear as a heart attack to most people, and should take only minutes to take effect. He groped her ass as they crawled into bed, but that was the last time he handled her, as he soon clutched his chest and gasped in agony. Once helping him along with a pillow and assuring his demise, she tore off some sheet for makeshift clothes, and climbed to the high windows to make her escape.