Game of Tease (3) - The King's Harem (Patreon)

The room was filled with moaning in at least three different languages and the scent of exotic perfumes was lingering in the air. It would have been sweet and arousing even without the shameless display of sex and naked bodies. The King had enjoyed this place many times, though when he had visited, the women’s moaning rarely came from pleasure. From all the known continents, these slaves had been acquired by the crown, chosen and trained for one specific cause only: to bring pleasure to everyone demanding their services, in a way the noble people of Westeros had never even heard of.

“So generous to spend your precious time with us again, my King!”, the blonde girl from Lys said. “I know how much you loved to watch us doing naughty things… forcing us to them. We bed slaves must learn to love our position in life early on. It’s the only life we know, so despite some of us have had really gruesome owners before, we never hold any grudges. With you, your grace, it is different. None of us has forgotten about you!” Joffrey mumbled something through his gag: IH AHMPH PHOUR KCHINGH! RELEASE MHEEE!

“Releasing you would spoil all the fun, my King! Well, for us, that is! But don’t worry, we won’t hurt you… that’s more Princess Arya’s specialty and I’m sure you’ll get plenty of that from her. No, we are only familiar with pleasure. In Lys, they taught me a technique called tease and denial… I am sure your grace did never ever have to face denial yourself, but you will from now on! Whenever the Queen and the Princess don’t have their way with you, you’ll spend your time here with us. We’ll do absolutely everything we have learned to make you boil inside that golden cage down there. But it will never come off. You’ll have to sit here, bound and gagged, and watch us have fun with each other, doing the things we can do best! I have seen many captured pirates go through this back in the free cities and they were very strong and tough men, not as delicate as your grace. Eventually, they’ve all turned into frustrated begging beasts. I promise with you, we will go much further. Welcome to the seven hells, your grace!”