desire
Shuri sighs in the dark. She should have come here with T'Challa.
But depending on how noble her brother is, he would never bring her to a place like this to show her around.
Let alone it was King's Landing's most renowned brothel.
So she came with her cousin, N'Jadaka, who goes by the name Erik when he traveled outside of Wakanda, their home.
Shuri signed again as she lost sight of N'Jadaka when he quickly paced to another room after telling her not to leave this place without him.
Shuri walked casually through the naked men and women. Swaying bodies, delicate breasts and hardened cocks, coupling and fucking.
This place had lived up to its reputation. Just as she had heard from the rumours and others. Various men and women were busy engaging in all sorts of sexual encounters. Not caring about the world.
Here, societal judgments and statuses were irrelevant.Only desire and pleasure reigned supreme.
Shuri stared at two men and women fucking— she looked away after realizing she stared for too long, feeling her cheeks a bit hot. No wonder all the ladies blushed uncontrollably when they talked about it, feeling shameful while some were incredibly bold about it, saying it was like being in heaven.
A man approached her, abruptly pushing her to the corner of the room and gazing at her with his beautiful blue eyes that were heavy with desire, rubbing against her with his hardened length.
Shuri lets him push her until her back hits the wall roughly. She smirked slightly, lowering her head.
Unfortunately, she was not one to be aroused simply by a common folk.
She calmly pressed her hand against his continuously brushing naked body, then uttered a soft apology. With her petite figure and nimble agility, she slipped away, leaving the man with a regretful expression. Yelling at her, "I'll fuck you the next time I see you, you pretty dark bitch whore!! Your pretty c—"
Shuri rolled her eyes to the back of her head, brushed the man's words off and walked away.
Pretty sure he can't afford a "whore" like her.
She glanced down at her squire's attire, her disguise to come here. Contemplating what had given away her identity as a girl. Adjusting her hood securely upon her head, she shrugged. If there was trouble, she could simply call out to her cousin. Although he might be busy fucking in some dark room, but this place was not too large for him to hear their family's distinctive call and come rushing to her side.
N'Jadaka couldn't afford to let her be in danger. So at least in this regard, he still proved useful. And a "responsible" cousin~
By the way, is that man still yelling at her? For Bast's sake—
She didn't plan to lose her maidenhood today. She only came to look around and maybe have a little fun before her family found out— a highborn and noble lady like her came to a brothel.
Mother had warned her brother not to bring her to a man's place.
But who said only men can come to such places?
"Are you lost, little kitten?" A beautiful red-haired woman walked towards her out of nowhere, caressing her face seducingly and kissed her cheek.
"No~" Shuri chuckled and tiptoed to kiss her back on the cheek.
"Do you want me to show you around, m'lady?" The woman stepped closer to her, whispering slowly in her ears.
"I'm good, thank you." Shuri thanked her and slipped away. She continued to wander around the place nonchalantly. The moans got louder and louder as bodies slammed together in pleasure.
Shuri decided to look around for a few more moments and head back to the Red Keep. The place where they are staying. The sole purpose and the only reason that they came to King's Landing. To celebrate King Visery and Queen Alicent's daughter, Princess Helaena's first birthday. After attending tomorrow's great hunt, they'll be back in Wakanda in no time.
A sudden thud, the sound of a person bumping into a wall echoed not far from her. Shuri glanced over, unfazed as she saw two figures entwined with each other. The noise was nothing out of the ordinary compared to other loud voices.
However, after a while, she looked again at the couple engaged in an intimate embrace and intense kiss.
And Shuri's eyes widened ever so slightly.
Valyrian platinum hair.
The Targaryens.
Shuri knows who they are—
So the rumours are true. The Princess of Dragonstone and the Rogue Prince have a very close relationship, one that raises eyebrows and sparks gossip.
Ah~ Shuri walked away, giving them some space. She wouldn't meddle in their affairs, lest she bring trouble upon the family. Let them have their fun, then.
Nobody was looking at them, only Shuri.
Hmm~ where did N'Jadaka ditch her and go… while stealing glances at the Targaryens.
She finally tears her gaze away, giving them mere privacy as she had spoken a few words with the Princess of Dragonstone before.
—Pretty sure she enjoyed meddling with her royal uncle.
Shuri bites the inner of her mouth, contemplating about…
She is not the only one glancing at the Targaryens. Or she should say the glance was not on them, but her—
From the moment she stepped inside the brothel, she could feel countless gazes lingering on her, filled with disgust, curiosity, skepticism, and desire. Yet, there was one gaze that refused to waver, still fixed upon her. That man. He sat in the distance, sipping his wine, with the red-haired woman seated upon his lap.
Shuri could only sense temptation and intimidation. Thus, she heeded her brother's words, avoiding the company of such men. She walked towards the other side to continue observing people fucking.
She tried her best not to meet her gaze with the man when she could vaguely see him through her peripheral, sipping on his goblet still. She turns her back to him instead, avoiding eye contact. She focuses on the men and women before her, who beckon her to join them.
Tilting her head, Shuri suddenly felt thirsty and made her way directly towards that man.
As a side note, she never actually followed her brother's advice.