Hey, I Ruin Stories! Chapter 40

Chapter 40: A Sorcerer and Two Whores**


[Red Keep, King’s Landing]


{Cersei Lannister}


Day after day, the fear of people leaving Joffrey's side has grown larger.


Jaime was still trapped, and the Kingdom could do nothing about it.


Even when I begged for their help, they could not help. They refused to.


"Do you wish to have someone sent for Uncle Jaime’s rescue, Mother?"


Oh, poor child. He found everything simple; he believed them to be simple.


Maybe it was, but politics stirred furiously with each move a man of power made. And the Kingdom feared that it would stir the wrong way if we went to protect Jaime.


If only I could do something…


If only there were someone to do the bidding.


"It will not be easy, Your Grace." Littlefinger was the last man one should listen to. But he was crafty and resourceful. "I can promise you nothing, but I will do my part and find sources."


Master of Coin, that's a position with a lot of connections. And a rat like Littlefinger was resourceful and capable enough to have been able to climb such heights, so he was capable.


“Lord Baelish is correct.”


Varys was a man of many faces, and many ears he had.


Master of Whispers was the title he held, and not a feather fell on this kingdom without him knowing of it.


And if there was anyone with news of ways to save Jaime, it was him.


“We can fight for him if nothing works out.”


Lancel is nowhere near as capable as Jaime, and I cannot risk sending him there. If Jaime could not win, Lancel would not stand a breath of time.


"My little birds tell me of a possibility," Varys drew my entire attention. "It might be possible to find a way to bring Ser Jaime back."


"If there is one, then we best hurry." The later we were, the more Jaime would suffer. And pain makes a man reveal his greatest secrets.


Secrets that I can never allow to be known.


"It is just a possibility, my lady." However, Varys was not as energetic as I would have preferred. "A chance that we might take, but I will have to discuss it and confirm before we make any decision."


"Then do it fast." The longer we took, the riskier the situation got. "We need Jaime out of the North as quickly as we can."


"This servant shall do his best, my lady." Varys turned with a bow, "And I believe we should discuss this situation a little, Lord Baelish."


This made me curious, but before I could ask, Littlefinger made haste.


"Then we shall not dilly-dally." They had something they were hiding. "If you would excuse us, Grace."


As long as they can bring Jaime back, I am willing to overlook whatever they are plotting.


"You are excused."


The only hope I have is that it isn't too late..


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[Library of Red Keep]


{Petyr Baelish}


"That sorcerer, you say?"


Sorcerers were rare, and capable ones willing to talk with non-magical men were even scarcer.


"Similar or maybe stronger than the Red Priestess Stannis has?"


That was massive news and a true shock that I hadn’t heard of his arrival in the kingdom.


“So, your birds have affirmed his capabilities?”


The sorcerer was none other than the one who had been helping the daughter of the Mad King and who secured her the city of Qarth.


“He got her a hundred thousand people capable of fighting for her, and we are not even considering the dragons she hatched.” His worry was understandable.


“Those dragons are still hatchlings.”


“Not for long,” a frown deepened on his chubby face. “Dragons grow much faster than any beast known to us, and the more freedom they achieve, the bigger they get.”


That…


“You are not like others, repelled by the knowledge of the Targaryens. You have read those ancient treatises on dragons.”


I had.


“You know why Aegon’s dragon was so big, and you know why the later dragons were smaller.” He was worried, rightfully so. “You know it more than most, and if there is anyone among us who knows that much about dragons without being a Targaryen, it is you.”


There was one more, an imp. But he was not wrong.


There were very few who knew about the biology of dragons, and that the more freedom they got, the bigger they grew.


And her dragons… They had all the freedom in the world, no shackles, and the entire sky.


“But we have an opportunity.” Varys finally showed his true face, the cunning, plotting face. “We may be able to have him with us rather than against us.”


“The sorcerer?”


He nodded, “Her baby dragons are certainly not capable of taking control over such a big city as Qarth. It was solely the sorcerer that changed the tide for her.”


Her Dothraki had long since dwindled, so it was certainly the only possibility. And Qarth was a city of warlocks, so only another magic wielder could win there.


But… how was he planning on winning over the sorcerer?


“Sorcerers do not heed the words of others, Varys.” But he was a capable man. “So, I believe you have something in mind.”


This, to my surprise, made him smile. “Oh, I have something that will make him come to us.”


This certainly piqued my interest.


“I admit that he is more of an anomaly compared to other sorcerers, doing things, delving into topics, and enjoying things that no other sorcerer does.”


“The queen cares about none of that, an issue for us, but if we can somehow get her brother out of the mess, we might be able to achieve more.” I told him, “You need to make your move, Varys.”


He nodded, “We will have Ser Jaime out one way or another, but first, we have to go to the sorcerer, Lord Baelish.”


Where does he plan to take me?


“I refuse to cross the sea to meet a sorcerer, Varys. The treasury will take a hit if I move at this critical juncture.”


However, this made him smirk.


“Oh, I never said anything about us traversing the sea, Lord Baelish.”


“You mean…” A sense of amusement piqued my interest.


“My little birds informed me about the ships of a certain Greyjoy passing by King’s Landing not long ago.”


A Greyjoy with ships…


Crow’s Eye.


Why was he here?


“It is still unknown why he came here, but in his own way, just as he appeared, he vanished too. And despite my birds having eyes everywhere, they cannot go unnoticed by the Crow’s Eye.”


That…


“I regret to say that the number of birds I possess has dwindled, and we are still unsure what Crow’s Eye came for and where he went.”


Euron Greyjoy’s presence could only mean trouble.


“However,” he looked at me, a certain smile creeping up his lips.


“However?”


“He left something for us on the way, or well, someone that we are more than interested in.”


This had my eyes wide open. “You mean…”


“The sorcerer is in King’s Landing, Lord Baelish.” And his next words had me rushing out of the Red Keep. “And the last place my birds spotted him just so happens to be one of your brothels.”


A sorcerer at a whorehouse, truly shocking but certainly not unwelcome.



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[Western Gate Brothel, King’s Landing]


“I do not understand,” groaned a man of enviable physique. “How are these brothels even running?”


A woman sat lazily on his armchair, clinging to his arm, whispers echoing next to his ear.


“People like the service here~”


He chuckled, grabbing the hair of the woman kneeling at his feet. “Some of the women here look like the foulest creatures created by the gods of old and new.” He groaned as he shoved his cock inside her mouth.


“And yet we make a great chunk of the kingdom’s economy~” The woman next to him, clinging to him, breathed as she dragged her tongue over his neck. “Beauty matters not when the women here can make your body beg for them.”


The man didn't look at her. Instead, he made the woman between his legs choke on his cock. She gagged and nearly pulled back, but he held her tightly.


“You might hurt her~” the woman whispered. “If she gets hurt on your cock, we have the right to charge you more than we charge ten men combined.”


This made the man smile. “Quite convincing.” He released the other woman, who immediately pulled back, gasping for air. “But I believe that is why you are one of the top whores.”


The woman, prettier than any nearby, puckered her lips, annoyed. “The top.”


The other woman frowned. “And yet your skills are inferior to the ugliest.”


The man loved the bickering between the two naked women. The redhead clung to his arm, pressing her ample breasts against his flesh, while the dark-haired woman with light olive skin knelt beside him.


The two were the most beautiful women in the brothel, while the others he found there were abhorrent.


“Skills matter to those who are ugly,” the redhead mocked the olive-skinned woman. “It must be tough for you when I have both skill and beauty.”


She leaned in for a kiss, but the man immediately stopped her with a finger to her lips.


“I appreciate your skills, but I do not kiss whores.”


This made her a little angry, but she kept her seductive, proud face.


“Then I have to make you kiss me.”


With those words, she got down on her knees, tying her hair back and bringing her face close to his cock.


The olive-skinned beauty, not wanting to be outdone, immediately scooted over.


“I won’t let you have it all~”


The two stared at one another but knew they both were responsible for making him feel good, so they got to work.


The redhead skillfully dragged her tongue across the man’s shaft, while the dark-haired woman tended to his balls, kissing them.


Groaning at the pleasure, the man relaxed, letting the women do their magic.


“It is a mystery to me how men can go for the other women when you two exist.”


This made them happy.


“Not everyone deserves us, and not everyone can pay for us.” The redhead moved her hands across his thighs, running her long fingers over them while her tongue swirled over the tip of his cock.


“Men who think with their cocks are never patient,” the dark-haired woman said, kissing his cock against the redhead’s lips. “They don’t care about ugly or beautiful, thin or fat, as long as they can shove their cocks down a hole, they’re satisfied.”


Their breasts pressed against his legs, their hands tending to him while their lips and tongues played with his shaft.


“Those tongues can definitely break even the strongest-willed men, and I believe you have.” He groaned, moving his hand over their hair.


“Breaking men through pleasure is our specialty, ruining their life and their love~”


“Careful, we might ruin you~”


The man moaned, “I appreciate your skills, but I am still not convinced that either of you can break anyone like me.”


This irked the two women, but they didn’t comment. Instead, they improved their tongue play and moved their fingers to his ass.


“Mhmm… Good.” The man enjoyed their play. “Skilled, certainly, but still pales to the skill of the women of Essos.”


This annoyed the two women, and the dark-haired one whispered slowly.


“We broke the king, and you are no king, ser.”


The man chuckled, “Oh, then your king was weak,” he said, surprising the woman. “But I am not him.”


Badmouthing the king was a sin, even for a foreigner.


But the two knew better than to voice it.


“Let me show you what the king couldn’t. Let me show you what a man blessed by the gods can do.”


The man got off the chair with those words, his cock hanging near their faces.


“Get up,” he said. “Let me show you pleasure that no man has shown you.”


“Ambitious,” they thought. “Arrogant,” they believed.


But they complied, standing up, naked and beautiful in front of him. As they did, he immediately picked them up and placed them over his shoulders.


“S-Ser?”


But the man didn’t reply and softly threw the two onto the bed, exposing their glistening crotches to him.


“Let me show you what they couldn’t.” Saying this, he removed his undershirt, revealing his naked chest.


The two women refused to believe the man was a sorcerer and not a knight, looking at his body, but they couldn’t speak. By then, he had his fingers moving over their cunts.


“Mhm~ That won’t be enough to break us~” the redhead said, but the sorcerer was only getting started. 


“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t challenge a sorcerer.”


In that instant, the eyes of the two women shot open as a sense of pleasure surged across their bodies, making them shudder.


“I refuse to put my mouth over your cunts,” the man smirked. “But my fingers are more than enough.”


The women couldn’t hear him. The pleasure from the magic combined with his fingers inside their cunts had them lightheaded.


“Mhm~ T-That feels a-amazing!”


They moaned, shaken by pleasure they hadn’t felt in ages.


They were prostitutes, whores working to make money for themselves and their owner. In their work, it was their job to provide pleasure to men, and never once had they been pleasured by a man.


But now, it felt different. They felt the roles reversing.


The man was in control. He was the one pleasuring them.


They had experienced men who loved to be in control, who loved to be the ones moving. But none tried pleasuring them—all they did was pleasure themselves using them.


“O-Oh~”


His fingers felt magical to them. Not only were they the first fingers, except their own, that tried to pleasure them, but they were fingers that worked.


“No king can do what I do,” he said proudly. “And yet you two fall short. Could you even make any men fall for you?”


This made them grit their teeth, pleasure making their minds numb and anger at being insulted blinding them.


“We had many men break for us—kings, royal guards, ministers.” The redhead moaned. “And you are just a sorcerer.”


He laughed, his thumb rubbing over their clit, his index and middle fingers pulling inside their cunt.


“Strong men don’t break.” He moved closer, making his cock touch their flesh, making them shudder further.


“They do.” The dark-haired girl bit her lips. “They break so hard that they leave their wives, families, and give us their everything.”


This made the man pull out his fingers, much to the distress of the women.


“W-Why did you stop?” they moaned.


“Well, because I plan to share the pleasure as well.” He smirked. “It is only fair that we all enjoy it, right?”


They paused, understanding immediately what he meant.


“Y-Yes.” They agreed as they spread their legs, presenting him with everything they had to offer.


Without wasting a breath, the man moved closer, drawing his cock closer to the redhead, much to the annoyance of the other.


“Don’t worry,” he assured. “I haven’t forgotten you.”


With that, he pushed his cock inside the redhead's cunt while his fingers once again invaded the dark-haired beauty, this time giving even more pleasure than before.


“O-Oh god!”


“T-That feels so gooood!”


The two could not believe what they were feeling—the pleasure, the girth, and the movement inside them.


It was the first time they had felt such pleasure from a man, the first time they had felt the joy of being a woman.


One of his hands pleasured the dark-haired woman, while his other hand roamed around their breasts, enjoying their bodies.


They were certainly not the tightest or greatest he had experienced, but they did give him pleasure.


Clamping onto his cock, pulling him inside, and giving him sensations he hadn’t felt in a while.


“See~” He teased, “You can't break me, but I can break you. That just means your master failed in training you, and you’ve only been lying.”


The pleasure was too much for them to argue.


“We had men begging before us, bowing to us,” they moaned. “We are whores, but we are the ones men lower their heads to, to kiss our cunts.”


His cock delved deep inside them, churning their insides.


“Hah, how can you even make them lower themselves?” He laughed, increasing his pace and making them quake with pleasure.


“O-Oh, so gooood!” The redhead begged. “P-Please do not stop!”


The dark-haired whore bit through the pleasure as she moaned, “We had men, kings, and nobles reveal their deepest and darkest secrets to us. We had them by the neck!”


“Oh god!” The redhead cried in pleasure. “Please don't stop!”


But to their absolute horror, the man pulled back just as they felt their orgasms approaching.


“NOOO!” she cried as the man stood back with a smirk. “Why?! Please don't do this!”


“No…” The dark-haired one moaned, dragging her hands over her breasts. “Please continue.”


The man dragged his cock across their cunts, over them but not inside, teasing them.


“Should I?”


Their minds were hazy from pleasure, the magic increasing their sensitivity to inhuman levels.


“Please…”


“Then tell me something~” He teased, “Just who is your owner? Who do you reveal all the secrets to?”


No whore would have answered that, especially not whores as highly paid and trusted as Ros and Armeca. But under the drug of pleasure, they were blind.


“To Lord Petyr Baelish!” the redhead moaned. “He owns us; he knows everything we know!” She cried for his cock. “Please don't torture us!”


The man grinned. “Very well.”


And with that, he pumped his cock deep inside them, making them unable to think.


The pleasure they felt was unexplainable. They pushed their bodies to his cock, wanting to take it as deep as possible.


“C-Continue!” The redhead begged. “I am close!”


“So am I!” said the brunette.


“Was what you said the truth?” The man asked one last time. “Is it Petyr Baelish who knows the secrets of the kings and nobles?”


“YES!” they moaned. “He is! Now please let us come!”


They realized immediately that he was preventing them from cumming with his magic. It was impossible not to squirt out under such sensations without him actively preventing their orgasm.


“Very well.” He grinned. “As you wish.”


And with that, he retracted his magic and shoved as deep as he could inside them, causing them to quake and have their eyes roll back.


“OH GODDDDD!”


In that instance, for the first time, a man made two whores reach orgasm at the same moment.


And an orgasm that no man could ever make them reach again.


A magical orgasm.


And the price for it? 


Unknown to them, it was more than what the man wanted and more than what their master was willing to pay.


Because in their moment of pleasure, they had given the man a powerful bargaining piece.


All within hours of his arrival in Westeros.


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[[A/N: Boom! Now Darius knows where to strike!


P.S. Not a smut focused chapter, but more of one to gather info. 


Guess which women of this world will he mess around with? 👀 


Around 2-3, let's see if you can guess.


Ros: https://gameofthrones.fandom.com/wiki/Ros

(Ros is a show exclusive character. She does not exist in ASOIAF books.


Armeca: https://gameofthrones.fandom.com/wiki/Armeca


P.P.S I am out on a trip so the updates will be very erratic. Expect max 3 chapters for this week. 

Will go back to the usual 6 chapters a week from next week.

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