Game of thrones: The Lustful sellsword

The streets of Winterfell's outer town were quieter than usual, the chill in the air keeping most folk indoors. But as I approached the familiar warm glow of the brothel, I could already hear the muffled laughter, the clinking of cups, and the soft moans seeping through the walls.

Pleasure thrived here, untouched by the worries of the world.

And tonight, I was going to indulge.

I stepped inside, the familiar scent of perfume, sweat, and firewood washing over me. The place was busy, filled with men seeking warmth in a woman's arms and women eager to take their coin.

But my eyes sought only one woman.

And there she was.

Ros.

She sat on the edge of the bar, laughing at something one of the girls had said, her red hair cascading over her shoulder.

And then—she saw me.

Her lips curled into a smirk, but this time, there was no surprise in her expression.

Only satisfaction.

"You're back," she purred, pushing off the bar and sauntering toward me.

I smirked. "Didn't think I would be?"

She tilted her head, her green eyes flickering with amusement. "Oh, I knew you would be. A man like you? You take what you want when you want it."

I chuckled, reaching forward, tucking a strand of her fiery hair behind her ear.

"Then you should already know," I murmured, leaning in close, "that tonight, I want you."

Her breath hitched slightly, but her smirk remained.

"Then take me," she whispered.

And I did.

The Art of Pleasure

The door to our room barely shut before I had her pressed against it, my lips trailing down her throat, biting, teasing, marking.

But tonight, I wasn't just going to take her.

I was going to make her feel something different.

Something no other man had ever given her.

I had spent years training my body for war.

But tonight, I used that strength, that endurance, that control—for something else entirely.

✔ I touched her in ways no man had ever thought to.

✔ I made her beg before I even truly started.

✔ I slowed down when she wanted me to go faster—teasing, denying, making her crave it.

✔ And when I finally gave in, it was overwhelming.

Her moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath me as she lost herself completely.

Again and again, I took her to heights she had never reached before.

By the time we finally collapsed onto the bed, she was trembling, her skin slick with sweat, her breath unsteady.

She lay completely spent, completely wrecked.

I smirked, brushing my fingers through her wild red hair.

"Are you even real?" she murmured breathlessly, barely able to move.

I chuckled. "Would it matter if I wasn't?"

She let out a tired laugh, curling into my chest. "You're dangerous."

I kissed her forehead. "You have no idea."

She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut. Within minutes, she was asleep.

I lay there for a moment, content.

But then, my mind shifted.

I had indulged.

Now, it was time to check my progress.

[Sellsword System]

✔ Name: Damon Waters

✔ Age: 23

✔ Title: The Lone Sellsword

✔ Strength: 42 (Comparable to Ser Arthur Dayne at peak strength)

✔ Dexterity: 38 (Swifter than most knights and assassins)

✔ Endurance: 45 (Able to fight prolonged battles without tiring)

✔ Charm: 35 (Women find you irresistible; your presence alone commands attention)

✔ Status: Relaxed, Sated

✔ Gold: 220,000+ Gold Dragons (Stored)

✔ Current Quest: Prepare for the King's Arrival

✔ Lust & War: (+1 Charm for a night of intense pleasure)

I smirked as I scanned my stats.

I had built myself into a man few could match.

And now?

The Game of Thrones had begun.

And I would play it on my own terms.