Pirates and Paramours
“The barman tells me you’re the Captain of the Sea Snake. The former Master of Ships in Westeros, and current Pirate King of the Stepstones,” Haerys said, approaching the table where Aurane sat. The men around Aurane shifted, unsettled perhaps by Haerys’ bluntness, or perhaps by the two unsullied guards that had followed Haerys into the Lysene dock tavern where they now sat.
“I am,” Aurane answered. “What of it?” Haerys flicked a wrist at the unsullied and they moved away. The gold and silver bangles that lined Haerys arms clinked musically as they caught the light of hearthflame with his movements. Haerys was clothed in lightweight silks dyed a deep plum purple. In comparison to many of the men and women of Lys the outfit seemed rather modest. It was only when he moved that the high slits that showed off his legs all the way to his upper thighs, the skirt of his dress just barely covering his genitals. The upper portion of the dress was nearly sheer though the darker color made it seem as though it was more concealing than it truly was. It was backless covering his chest but leaving the pale markless skin on his back free to be feasted on by the eyes of every man and woman in the tavern. The neckline of his dress robes was high, and lined with light purple periwinkle flowers, forming a collar almost, a pretty one, but a collar nonetheless. Haerys was a bedslave, and given the guards that his master had guarding him, an exceedingly good one, beautiful and sensual, and probably only a slave in name.
Haerys smoothly moved himself into Aurane’s lap, ignoring the men that moved to stop him. Aurane gave a similar wordless order to his men as Haerys had given to his unsullied guards.
“Good,” Haerys whispered sensually into Aurane’s ear as the Velaryon bastard ran his hands up his thigh beneath his dress. “Master Ormollen wished me to welcome you to our lovely city of Lys. I’m to entertain you for the duration of your time in Lys. However if I am not to your tastes, he has many other pillow boys and girls who would be happy to please you.”
“Your Master is a generous man,” Aurane said, gently tugging on Haerys hair, which he wore loose with braids decorated with threads of gold and tiny jade stones interwoven between the waist-length locks, forcing Haerys to tip his head back slightly. “Only I promised to share any spoils I might take with my men, to ensure their loyalty, you understand,” Aurane’s tone was amused despite the almost threat of his words. Haerys giggle was a tinkling songbird-like thing as he shifted his legs so he was straddling Aurane rather than just sitting on his lap, almost symbolically taking back control of the situation as he did so.
“Bedmates have been arranged for all eighty-nine members of your crew,” Haerys answered. “They’re waiting for your boys at the Mythe Mists.” Haerys took Aurane’s hand from his hair and pressed it to his chest, running it down to rest over his cock. “Why share when you can have me all to yourself?” Haerys asked, with a whisper, before taking Aurane’s ear gently in his teeth.
Days later during trade negotiations Haerys rested on a chaise being fed white grapes by Lynesse Hightower. They were here to be pretty, to add sensuality to the room. He was the only consort of Tregare Ormollen that Lynesse actually liked. Perhaps it was because he enjoyed her schemes even as he managed to outmaneuver every one of them so that he was never caught within them but while not stopping them either.
“How was he? The bastard pirate?” Lynesse asked quietly, for Haerys’ hearing only, pressing another grape to Haerys lips even as she watched the negotiation occurring only twenty feet away. The skin fruit burst between his teeth releasing tart fresh juices in his mouth.
“Youthful, enthusiastic, vigorous," Haerys answered, eyes glancing over to where the affirmation pirate sat with Master Tregare Ormollen, negotiating an agreement for ships under Ormollen’s control to pass through the Stepstones at a lower toll than what was currently being levied. Aurane’s eyes were locked on Haerys’ form. Haerys concealed his grin with a come hither look even as he flipped Lynesse so she lay upon the chaise with him above her. Rucking up her silks he lifted her leg to press kisses to her inner thigh, eyes locked on Aurane. “Fantastic with his mouth,” he added before diving down to feast.
Negotiations ended, and with it, Haerys slavery. He had been ‘gifted’ as part of the negotiations to Aurane and was brought aboard the Sea Snake, chests of clothing, gems and jewelry that he had been gifted by various happy customers in the two and ten years since he had turned five and ten. Aurane had directed for them to be delivered to the captain’s quarters, his quarters on the ship.
“Master Waters,” Haerys greeted demurely as he walked up the gangplank. He was wearing Velaryon blue today, a visual representation of his change in ownership, even if Aurane held to the Westerosi societal standards against slavery.
“Captain,” Aurane corrected as Haerys walked across the smooth wood to stand directly in front of the taller valyrian blooded man. “Or Lord Stepstones if you prefer.” Aurane put an arm around Haerys waist and drew him right up against him, thigh to thigh, chest to chest.
“And me?” Haerys asked. “What will I be?” Haerys asked.
“Mine,” Aurane answered, simply. Haerys smiled teasingly looking at Aurane through his eyelashes.
“Not sharing these spoils?” Haerys asked. Suddenly he was lifted and tossed over Aurane’s shoulder, the younger man possessively carrying him across the ship to his quarters. Haerys was bodily tossed onto the massively large feathered bed that took up an entire third of the room and he let loose a tinkling giggle as Aurane stripped with an impressive speed and threw himself atop Haerys. The ties on Haerys clothing meant Haerys joined him in nakedness in only seconds. Aurane was a dominant and relentless lover, but he was not selfish or sadistic.
Foreplay lasted nearly an hour before Aurane finally entered him. The moans and gasps that left Haerys were not false or exaggerated things. Aurane was one of the few clients, if the man could still be considered such, that actually knew how to please a lover. The punishingly hard pace left Haerys breathless as Aurane pinned Haerys’ hands to the silk pillows above their heads and thrust over and over. One of Haerys’ legs was wrapped around Aurane’s waist, his foot digging into the small of the Velaryon bastard’s back, the other was pressed up nearly to Haerys’ chest by the hand holding the back of his knee.
“Fuck you’re still so tight,” Aurane gasped as his hips stuttered momentarily before returning to the brutally ruthless pace. Haerys keened high and long as his cock squirted cum for the third time that evening, arching even further into Aurane. His body screamed that it was too much even as it begged for more.
“Please,” Haerys begged. “It's too good, too much.” Aurane chuckled.
“I’m not finished yet my dove,” Aurane said through clenched teeth as he drove himself even deeper. Haerys screamed with over stimulation and arched his back off the bed. Aurane pulled out and flipped Haerys over, lifted his hip and pressed the lithe Lysene’s shoulders into the feathered mattress as he thrust himself back inside. Haerys turned his head to breath as his hands scrambled for purchase in the silks. It was another ten minutes and another orgasm before Aurane finally finished and filled Haerys.
Aurane stayed pressed inside Haerys as he turned them onto their sides, pulling Haerys back more firmly into his chest. Haerys shuddered slightly at the prickle of nerves when Aurane’s long fingers brushed over Haerys’ nipples. Aurane leaned over and pulled Haerys chin back to press a kiss to his lips.
“Will you stay with me?” Aurane asked. Haerys pulled away from Aurane and turned, hissing softly when Aurane’s cock slipped from his hole.
“I’m yours now,” Haerys whispered. “Where else would I go?”