Ros

Bran cautiously approached the fiery whore, weaving through tables of drunken patrons. She smiled as she saw him approach, toying with the neckline of her dress. He got a glimpse of her nipple before she covered up the succulent flesh. Bran glanced over at Theon who, while slightly annoyed, looked mostly content with the girl on his lap.

"Good choice, milord," Ros cooed as Bran approached. "I specialize in first timers." She flashed him a pretty smile before growing more serious. "Did your brothers tell you about the... payment?"

Bran's eyes widened as he realized he'd forgotten his money. How could he be so stupid! Who doesn't bring coin to a whorehouse?!

"Hey!" Theon called, saving Bran from embarrassment. "Don't let the bitch overcharge you. It's 20 stags for an hour!" Theon tossed a bag across the room, which Bran barely caught. Pouring its contents into his hand, he counted twenty silver coins.

"I thought you Greyjoys only paid the iron price!" Ros called back, teasing.

"One day, Ros! One day!"

"Oh ignore him," Ross purred, her voice as smooth as silk. "This is all about you." Leaning forward, she gave Bran a peck on the cheek. He could feel the warmth flow through him, immediately smitten. Passing the coins to the sultry women, she quickly counted them. "Follow me, milord!" Turning around, she walked towards the stairs, Bran following close behind. Her ass was so large and plump, Bran couldn't wait to see it in all its naked glory.

"For your trouble," Ros called, flicking a coin to the innkeep. He caught it easily, giving Bran a dirty look. Seems the notion of Bran sleeping with his daughter was not forgiven. Nevertheless, Bran followed Ros up the stairs, eager to get started.

The top floor of the Smoking Log was a long hallway, lined with doors. Some were closed, the sounds of love making echoing from within. One occupied room left the door open, and Bran could see a man stradling a woman's chest, fucking her breasts. Without a word, Ros walked down to the end of the hallway, taking the last room.

"After you," she hummed, holding the door open. Walking in, Bran could see this room was a bit nicer than the others. Fur blankets, already lit candles, and the smell of incense in the air.

"So, I take it your not exactly sure what to do?" Ros asked, closing the door. Bran nodded. "Don't worry, milord. You just leave everything to be." She began pulling at the strings of her dress, circling him like a wolf stalks its prey. "I've seen you eyeing my girls." She shook her tits, letting them bounce around. "You like them?"

"Very much," Bran admitted, his mouth practically watering. Grinning, she let the dress fall to the ground, exposing her ripe body. Bran could barely take it all in. Her full, round tits, with nipples begging to be sucked. A plump ass you could bury your face in. An inviting pussy, neatly trimmed. She approached the shocked boy, swaying her hips, until she was mere inches away.

"Go on," she purred. "Kiss them." Needing no further invitation, Bran latched on the nearest teat, sucking on it like a babe. He ran his tongue over the hard nipple, his hands reaching around and squeezing her ass. She moaned, her hands running through his hair, her hips grinding against his. It wasn't long before Bran was erect, straining against the confines of his pants. Her pussy rubbed against his crotch, gliding up and down.

"Mmmmmm not so fast," Ros moaned, gently pulling Bran off of her. "Mind taking your shirt off, milord? Don't worry, I'll handle your pants."

Bran didn't waste any time, pulling his shirt over his head as Ros fell to her knees. She deftly unlaced his breeches, sliding them down his legs. His smallclothes soon followed, leaving the Stark boy naked. He was a bit cold in the northern air, but he didn't care. His erection was free now, and pointed right at Ros' face.

"Wow," Ros marveled, wrapping one delicate hand around his length. "Impressive. Didn't think such a small boy would have such a big cock!" While he knew she was being paid to say that, the compliment still felt good, as did her hand on his dick. She began to jerk him off in long, soft strokes, her fingertips gliding up and down.

"There's something about virgins that makes me sooooo wet," she murmurs, her hot breath blowing against his cock. "How innocent they are, how eager. How they will always remember me as their first." Bringing her lips together, she placed a kiss on the tip of his cock.

It took all of Bran's strength not to cum right there, however, Ros was far from finished. With one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, and the other squeezing his ass, she took the head of his dick into her warm, wet mouth. Bran groaned as her soft lips enveloped him, sucking the sensitive region before letting it pop out of her mouth.

"Gods, I love the taste of pre-cum," she moaned, stroking his cock a few times before taking him again. This time she went deeper, and Bran could feel her tongue caressing his shaft. She looked up at him with her deep brown eyes, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. The hand holding his cock dropped to his balls, cradling the sensitive sack and massaging it. By the time Ros' lips had touched the base, Bran had practically forgotten where he was, losing himself in the sensation. As Ros bobbed back and forth Bran closed his eyes and ran his hands through her soft red hair.

And then it was gone. No mouth on his dick, no hand playing with his balls, no hand squeezing his ass. Bran opened his eyes to complain when he was met by Ros's deep stare, her face an inch away from his.

"Lie down," she ordered in a soft voice, gently pushing Bran back onto the bed. He did as he was bid, lying down on the soft fur sheets. "Theon prefers to rut like a dog, but I thought for your first time I do the work. How's that sound?"

Her voice was honey, and all Bran could do was nod.

"I hope you know you are in complete control," she purred, crawling onto the bed. "This is your hour. You can do whatever you want with me. Perhaps you want me to keep using my mouth? Perhaps another hole entirely? Perhaps you want to call me by another's name? Just say the word, milord."

While the idea of calling her Sansa briefly danced through his head, he dismissed it. Such a secret was not safe with a whore. Before Bran could even think of a request, Ros was crawling over his body, coming to rest over his shaft. Grabbing it, she positioned it right below her wet snatch.

"Are you ready, milord?" Ros asked, pushing her breasts out. Bran could only nod.

"Are you sure, milord?" She teased, allowing her petals to just brush against the head. Bran nodded again.

"I just want-"

"Put it in," Bran growled, his body needing it more than anything before. Ros did not hesitate, impaling herself on his cock. Bran groaned as he lost his virginity, her wet walls squeezing his cock from all sides. Placing her hands on his chest for support, she began to sink down, moaning as she took more and more of him. She was tighter than Bran had expected, and by the time he was balls deep, he had almost blown his load. It was almost as if Ros could tell, stopping for a moment to caress her own breasts. She squeezed her two juicy pillows, rubbing a finger back and forth across her rock hard nipples.

"Enjoying yourself, milord," She purred, resting her hands on his chest again. "Cause we are just getting started!" Gyrating her hips, she began to ride Bran, bouncing up and down. Her breasts shook with every impact as she pleased her client. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Bran didn't know where to focus his attention. Her well-trimmed cunt, being constantly split by his cock? Her beautiful tits, shaking and swaying wildly? Or perhaps her face, which reflected pure pleasure and bliss? Not able to decide, Bran decided to appreciate her in entirety as he approached his climax.

"Oh, is milord going to cum?" Ros teased, speeding up. "I usually don't let clients come inside, but I'll make an exception for a Lord of Winterfell. Would you like that? Wanna fill me up with your Stark sperm? C'mon, please, I need it!" Her hands flew to her breasts, squeezing and mauling them. "Please milord, cum inside me. I neeeeed it! I need it so bad! Gods here it comes. Fill me up milord!"

Bran gasped as he came, shooting his load deep into the whore. She moaned as he emptied a lifetime of cum into her. Completely spent, Bran closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. Money. well. spent.

Reveling in the moment briefly, Ros leaned down and whispered in Bran's ear. "Y'know, we still have the better part of an hour left?"