Game of thrones: The Lustful sellsword

The fire crackled in the dimly lit chamber, casting flickering shadows against the wooden walls. The air was thick with heat, anticipation, and the intoxicating scent of Ros—a mix of perfume, sweat, and raw desire.

She lay beneath me, her breath ragged, her body flushed, her green eyes heavy with hunger.

I had taken my time with her, teasing her, forcing her to surrender inch by inch. The confident, seductive woman I met downstairs had slowly unraveled, her smirks turning into breathless gasps, her teasing words replaced by soft, needy moans.

And now?

Now, I would devour her.

Tasting the Red-Haired Beauty

I trailed my lips down her throat, along her collarbone, then lower, my hands sliding over the soft curves of her body.

Ros shivered beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair as I moved lower, my breath hot against her skin.

"You're teasing me again," she murmured, her voice husky, but there was no resistance anymore—only anticipation.

I smirked against her skin, letting my tongue flick across the sensitive spot beneath her ribs, savoring the way her body reacted.

"I never tease without intent," I murmured, my lips trailing lower.

She let out a slow, shaky breath, her back arching slightly as I pressed open-mouthed kisses down her stomach.

"Gods…" she whispered, her hands gripping the sheets.

I could feel her tension, the way her body trembled beneath my touch, the way she gasped at every slow, deliberate movement.

She was already drowning in pleasure, her body betraying her completely.

I relished it.

I took my time, exploring her, making her squirm, making her whisper my name in breathless need.

And when she finally fell apart beneath me, gasping, her fingers clutching at my shoulders—I didn't let her rest.

I kissed my way back up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss, swallowing the remnants of her moans.

She was completely undone, but I wasn't finished yet.

Her Turn to Serve

As her breath slowly steadied, she opened her eyes, looking at me with a dazed, satisfied expression. But then, something changed in her gaze.

A flicker of curiosity.

A flicker of challenge.

She licked her lips, dragging her nails down my chest, her confidence returning in slow waves.

"You enjoyed that far too much," she purred, her voice still shaky but laced with amusement.

I chuckled, running a hand through her tangled red hair. "I always enjoy making a woman lose herself in pleasure."

She smirked, leaning up on her elbows, pressing her body against mine.

"Then it's only fair I return the favor," she whispered.

Before I could respond, she pushed me onto my back, straddling my waist, her long hair cascading over her shoulders.

I let her take control—for now.

Her fingers trailed down my chest, over my stomach, her eyes drinking in every inch of my battle-hardened body.

And then, she saw it.

She froze for a moment, her green eyes widening slightly.

"...Oh."

I smirked. "Something wrong?"

She bit her lip, her fingers hesitating before curling around me, feeling my size, my length.

Her breath hitched. "You're… bigger than I expected."

I chuckled, grabbing a handful of her hair, tilting her head up to meet my gaze.

"You can stop now," I murmured against her lips, teasing. "Or you can keep going."

Ros licked her lips, her cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away.

Instead, she smirked. "I never back down from a challenge."

And as she leaned lower, her warm breath ghosting over my skin, her tongue flicking out in slow, teasing strokes—I realized something.

For all her experience, for all her confidence…

Tonight, she belonged to me.

And she knew it.