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Game of Thrones: Reborn as a Frey
🕑 Added 2021-07-29 03:30:54 +0000 UTCChapter 62
Title: Control? You don't need it...
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A tall female servant came to Arianne’s room and called out. “My lady, Lord Oliver has called you. He seems to have something to tell you.”
There was some ruffling heard from the other side and Arianne’s head popped out of the door. She was flushed and shaken. “Uh… yeah, tell him that I will be there immediately.”
The servant nodded, but she still stayed outside and waited there. Suddenly two guards walked past the hallways and Arianne’s nervous demeanor became even more visible. “I will be waiting here, my lady.”
Arianne was angry and a polite but tight smile adorned her face. While the servant was supposed to listen to her too as the lady of the house, they would take Oliver’s orders and interests before hers any day. “Okay, wait outside… I will be back in a little.”
She then hurried to close the door, but the servant got ahold of the edge of the door and looked Arianne straight in the eyes. “Do you need help putting on your dress?”
“No!” Arianne was quick to refuse and she could see that the servant was already very suspicious of something happening. “I am not a child, I can put on my clothes.”
She closed the door and the servant was left outside to wait, and a small smirk adorned the maid’s face. But it was gone as soon as it came, she seemed amused by Arianne’s excuses and the mental breakdown of the young lady. When people are at their weakest they reveal their true nature.
“I will go and inform Lord Oliver then,” the maid bowed even though there was no one there and walked off.
As the servant walked out she went to Oliver's office and opened the door, the two guards outside only looked at her once and didn’t stop her. Once inside, the office was empty so the ‘servant’ tugged at her face and her face came off like a snake shedding its skin.
Out of the maid’s female features came a handsome male face with dark eyes and silver hair, it was Oliver using the same technique as the faceless men. He sat down on his chair and crackled, thinking of what Arianne had just done. The young woman had tried to sell herself as the victim, but she was a predator out there. Killing some girl that he didn’t bother to remember the name of, and doing it all in cold blood.
He could even see it in her eyes, she truly believed that this was the right thing to do. But Oliver saw it differently, to him she was just doing this to make herself feel in control of the situation. It wasn’t the right thing to do, after all, where would she even hide the body? It would have been better to just throw the woman off a window and make it seem like an accident.
But for her petty revenge, Arianne had just killed a woman in her bed with a fruit knife that she usually used. Her sheets should be covered in blood by now, so there was no way she could hide anything anymore.
Oliver turned his chair and stared out of his window, mesmerized by the sight of his city. It was named London for multiple reasons, just in case someone from his world had reincarnated, then he would kill them off too if they came to him. After all, two people knowing the future events wasn’t good at all, like a secret between three men, it could only be kept if two of them were dead.
*knock* *knock* *knock*
Three soft knocks sounded from the door, and by the rhythm and sound of it, Oliver could tell it was Arianne. “Come on in.”
She entered and was wearing a blue dress that showed off her cleavage. Oliver didn’t bother hiding his gaze and looked straight at his wife’s chest. “You look charming today.”
“Thank you, Oliver.” she smiled happily, but he could tell that it was fake. Real smiles cause the eyes to move. It is fake if the rest of the person's face stays still while they are smiling. Also, another hint was that people who smile genuinely are less likely to expose the bottom row of teeth. A fake smile is more likely to include both rows of teeth. “Glad I was able to catch your eye. Maybe we could do something tonight with the dress?”
Telling when someone’s smile is false was a useful skill to have, both in a modern work environment or a medieval world. “Of course, but why wait till bedtime?”
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-Oliver (III)-
There was a certain satisfaction watching Arianne's reaction as I leaned back on my chair. She wasn’t in the mood for this after just killing someone, at the same time she must be mentally weak right now.
As she came close I pulled her down, she leaned on the desk and sat down on my lap. Her eyes met mine and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes seemed to be everpresent. I decided to add a little fuel to the flame and said. “Also, my guards accidentally found your uncle Oberyn and took him for an intruder. He almost died due to blood loss, hopefully, he lives. His condition isn’t quite stable yet.”
At first, I was expecting an explosive display of anger from her, but instead, she tried to pull herself in a sitting position, which proved harder than she had been thinking after our rather intimate position.
On her face, I could see tendrils of anger that were trying to form, but they failed to attain success. It wasn't a huge shock. With the recent state of her emotions, actively manifesting one while erasing the others was near impossible.
After all, during the last hour, she had run through a plethora of challenges that pushed her significantly out of her comfort zone. Killing her friend, and having to act like a whore was tough.
Ultimately, first losing her family, then her friend, for a husband that she doesn't even know that well didn't make things easier to process. Then, from her perspective, there was the chance of someone finding the dead body in her room. And to top off everything, now there was no going back to where she used to be from. Her family was nowhere in sight and they weren’t there, and the uncle who she had just contacted recently was now almost dead. The glimmer of hope had now died off too.
Heh, how selfish of her. Didn’t she know how many people died because of her family’s silliness? Especially for her dead aunt, just the number of soldiers lost in that war for a woman they didn't even know. The orphans and empty families left behind would never be mentioned in history books. Everyday people always suffered for the wealthy and powerful, that was a law that would never change about humans. At least I would like to be in the rich and powerful category, rather than suffer for others' pleasure.
I didn’t even bother acknowledging her actions as she pulled down my pants and pulled out my shaft, choosing to start speaking instead. “So, I heard from one of my servants that you didn’t let her in your room. Why might that be?” I murmured casually. Just like that, she had been left speechless, reminding her status here and how her life was in my hands. “I hope you understand how bad this makes it seem from my view?”
But even as I moved through the explanation about how this would make me suspicious and why she did that, most of my attention was on her body and her reactions. Her body, because she looked spectacular, wearing nothing under her dress as I pulled it up and unzipper her clothes, taking them all off, she was buxom and beautiful, with olive skin, large dark eyes, and long, thick black hair that falls in ringlets to the middle of her back. She had full lips, a husky voice, and round ripe breasts. All around, the view was delicious enough that a certain part of my body was working overtime to come back to life.
I was a couple minutes into the discussion about the spread of the various political things when Arianne managed to break through her haze, enough to right herself on the table, her legs crossed, her arms around her chest in an attempt to hide her breasts, which was a bit late as far as her modesty was concerned.
Despite her expression, charged with anger, it took another few minutes to gather enough presence of mind to speak. "Stop," she whispered, her voice coming out more vulnerable than she was planning if her follow-up expression was any indicator.
"Was I not clear enough about the repercussions," I countered casually. "I was hoping you will be able to keep all of it in mind. I could explain it to you again in detail, but that seems unnecessary. Someone of your intelligence should be able to handle it-” I said, trying to play the misunderstanding angle about her. Until she managed to cut me off.
"It's not that," she murmured with a hint of outrage. I had an amused expectation that her outrage was more about questioning her intelligence capability than anything else. After a deep breath, she continued with a freshly sparked outrage. "We need to talk about what you are doing?"
"What about it?" I said in an exaggerated casualness.
"What about it!" she repeated, her anger tinged with shock. "I am not stupid! Is this some kind of sick game to you?! I just killed Bahra!!”
"So what?" I asked. “She wasn’t even my favorite cum-dump.”
"You!" she spat. Fed with my casualness, her anger flared even more, enough to distract her from some peripheral details, like why her arms were wrapped around her chest. She pushed herself off the table and on her feet, her arms high with an angry gesture. But my attention was on her breasts, freed from their temporary support, tumbling temptingly.
Tempting enough to make me adjust my plans. Initially, I had been planning to let her put on a show of anger until the edge wore off, but I stood up sharply instead. With my face just an inch away from hers, her next words lay forgotten. "Me!" I answered her with a distorted echo.
I took a small step forward, and she took a larger one back. I took another, and this time, my desk, which had already been an excellent facilitator for our activities, turned out to be helpful once more and prevented her retreat. Before she could escape sideways, I put my arms on both sides of her, cutting her escape. She could have forced her way out, but as I expected, she didn't even try it.
I leaned forward until I could feel her warmth over my skin, but avoided actual touch, choosing to hover a small distance away. "You want to know why I did what I did? That's why I know about you killing someone and even contacting your uncle behind my back and me not doing anything?”
There was no use hiding these things anymore. Arianne Martell was about to be mine, and I only needed to deliver her in a fragile emotional state. “Do you know why wars continue to be fought? Or why your aunt was raped brutally while the assailant still had the blood of her children in their hands? This world is terrible and rewards terrible people. I didn’t make the world, I only live in it.”
I didn’t wait for her to reply and just continued my speech. “I can’t change this cruel world, but I can make a place for people where it’s not so bad. When you fell into my life, I thought you were just another naive girl, and it turned out to be true to a certain extent.” I got closer to her, our noses almost touching and our bodies even closer than that. The dress she wore also was dropped to the ground and so were my pants. “Your aunt was raped and killed because you and your family were too weak to stop it, and because your father and his father before him made stupid mistakes. Do you wanna go back to your family? Go, it doesn't matter to me, go and be married off to Viserys Targaryen who is as mad as his father. Maybe your prayers to the Seven Gods will stop the same thing from happening to you.”
She looked at me with anger in her eyes, no longer able to hide her emotions. “So what?! Are you any better? Has any choice even been mine since I came to this place?!”
“Obviously not!” I yelled out in mock anger. “You don’t know anything about the world, you are like a sheltered and spoiled child!”
*slap*
The next thing I felt was the stinging sensation on my cheek and tears rolled off her eyes. Seeing this I sighed and touched her face gently. “You have your choice right now, you can leave from here and everything between us will be forgotten, or you can stay here and become someone who will stay by my side. I promise you to no longer sleep around or do something behind your back. So… here it is… chose…”
As I spoke, emotions danced on her face, fear, panic, desperation, and most importantly, arousal…
She shook her head helplessly, but at this point, she was already within my palm. I could crush her like a doll. "I take the easy road and usually say that our marriage was because of convenience, but that would be a lie," I said even as I slid my fingers through her soft hair, but let my fingers hang limply. "The answer is simple. I wanted it. I wanted you."
"Why?" she said in the form of a fragile whisper, a touch away from crumbling, her earlier outrage evaporated completely. All it would take was one bad answer to make her shatter completely.
"It's simple," I said even as I leaned further, my lips close to hers as well, using a husky voice. "You're a beautiful, smart, determined, and passionate woman, and all together, these qualities make you downright sexy, an object of desire, one that I needed to stay away from. I knew that you were trouble, and I wasn’t exactly the knight in shining armor either.” I could feel the drivel I was spewing was working as intended, breaking her already damaged balance completely.
"Can you imagine my torture," I continued as I hardened my hold on her hair. Her mouth opened, but the gasp she let out was a gasp that wouldn't be amiss in an erotic movie. "Sharing the same halls with such a beauty, only to stay away because of all things like common courtesy. Can you blame me for taking the chance when I saw it?"
"No," she whispered. Hypnotized by my monologue, she didn't seem to be entirely in her right mind as she gave her answer, but I wasn't a gentleman, so I used the opportunity to close the remaining distance between our bodies. I could see her mouth opening in alarm but my lips smashed against hers, preventing her from saying anything.
The kiss finally cut through the haze she had been under, but it was too late. Her hands found my chest, but it wasn't surprising for her to lack the power to push me back. My tongue, ravaging her mouth mercilessly, was an excellent distraction excuse.
I put my hands on her chest as well, mirroring her latest action, though my intention was not to push her away. Instead, my fingers sank into her amazing globes once more, treating me with another portion of the amazing dessert I had already sampled. She tried to say something, but in the situation we were sharing, it came out as a mangled mess. In response, I squeezed her tits harder, converting it to a cry that I suppressed with my lips.
Happy with the impact, I pulled back from the kiss even as I squeezed her tits mercilessly once more, forcing a boundless cry off her lips. This time it echoed off the walls, any guard passing by would have heard us. "Somebody is enjoying herself," I said.
"N-no-" she tried to argue, but it wasn't effective after I squeezed her breast, forcing yet another moan off her. "This isn't the time, my uncle is dying in the hospital and you just confessed to manipulating me during my stay here."
Immediately after, one of my hands moved down caressing her folds, sopping wet with arousal. "Don't lie to me," I ordered with a sharp smirk even as one of my fingers slipped inside her. "You don't care about any of the events happening around. You killed your only friend instead of talking things out like the kind and sane person you like to portray yourself as."
"I'm not - lying!" she said, interrupted by a gasp and followed by another moan as I added two more fingers inside her, pumping her mercilessly. I didn't even bother to answer her question, choosing to lean forward instead. I sneaked my lips to the nook of her neck, nibbling her neck gently, an approach that contrasted greatly with the merciless pumping I had been delivering with my finger.
"You need to be punished for lying to your lord," I said after pulling back, though my hands were still at work. "You need to pay better attention to your body because it seems to have no problem contradicting your words." I pulled my hand out of her tunnel, still glistening with her juices, and brought it to her face. "Does it look like you're not enjoying it?"
"But… I don't…" she murmured in confusion, for once failing to string a coherent argument together. "Fuck it!"
She gave in, and I had no issues in using the opportunity to discreetly change position until I was standing between her legs, parted earlier during the assault of my fingers.
"Convincing rebuttal," I said mockingly. "We should have met each other sooner, maybe you should write some of my speeches. You would be a star at it."
Funny enough, she no longer even bothered resisting me, the insult against her capabilities worked much better in dispelling her confusion, replacing it with a spark of anger again. Unfortunately, she had missed the significance of our relative positioning, at least until I pushed my hips forward, sheathing myself in her wet tunnel once more.
"Wait! Let me think! What the fuck is up with this situation?!" she exclaimed. Naturally, I ignored it in favor of pushing my full length inside her, leveraging her looseness thanks to our earlier session, and the rest of her argument melted into a pleasure-filled cry.
"Come on, little olive," I said even as I pumped inside her mercilessly. "Isn't it a bit late to act like you're not enjoying it? We both know the truth of the matter, that the attraction is not a one-way street. Why are you bothering to deny it?"
"No, it's not true," she replied with alarm. A display of panic even greater than the time I took her virginity, which would have revealed her attraction if I hadn't already engineered it in the first place. "How could I be attracted to a man like you?"
"Really?" I said even as I pushed inside her sharply once more, my hands roaming freely over her body, leaving my mark over her olive skin. "So you are telling me that your heart doesn't beat faster when we are like this? That your adrenaline doesn't go pumping and your brain is unable to think clearly due to the pleasure?"
"What! How do you-" she started before her explanation came to a sudden stop. "I mean, no, of course not," she said, trying to recover her explanation, but it didn't work very well.
"Come on," I said even as I took her nipple between my finger, gently holding it for a moment before suddenly twisting, just hard enough to be painfully erotic. "Didn't I already tell you that you're bad at lying? Now, the truth please."
She tried to meet my eyes with a rebellious gaze, but as she was learning it, it was really hard to do against someone that was pumping her insides mercilessly. "Yes," she murmured in defeat. "I love you. When I see another woman with you it makes my blood boil… seeing my friend trying to get pregnant with your child made my mind go numb!"
"See, was that too hard," I said even as I slid my hand between her hair, gently directing her to look into my eyes. "Now, why don't you tell one of these stories to me?"
She looked reluctant at first, but when I tightened my grip on her hair warningly, her approach changed significantly. "It was in the garden, and you were looking at one of the girls in there…" she started, telling the story of how she had poisoned some poor gardening-girl that I looked at. It wasn't a smooth tale, sometimes broken by her moans, but more often, by her gasps, as I continued to impale her through her explanation.
I picked up the pace as she told the tale of how she used a self-made poison one of her cousins taught her how to make. It was easy and made from common flowers, some that I even had in the garden. Interestingly, she didn't try to lie, other than a few details which probably changed in her mind after the weeks that passed between the assassination. Or it was entirely possible that she had a repeat assassination and is confusing assassination details. I wouldn't blame her, she probably didn't want to remember things like these.
"Damn, that was an excellent scheme," I said when she finished the story while continuing to impale her. "It's a miracle that I managed to keep myself from cumming."
"Not inside," she yelped in panic, but her escape route was cut by my desk, so she kept her position. "I haven't made a decision yet if I am gonna leave you."
"Come on, sweetie, I have already done this multiple times. What's the harm?" I said cheekily. Dismissing her talk about choices.
"Not inside," she repeated, this time firmer, encouraged by the levity of my reply.
I kept my gaze even, and her determination was quick to show the signs of melting. After several seconds, I spoke. "Okay, I'll warn you before the climax," I said.
"Promise me you'll pull back," she said, forcing the issue. This wasn't a real problem for her, she just wanted to be in control for once.
"Whatever you want, sweet olive. I promise I'll pull out," I said, letting her have a false victory rather than an extended argument. She nodded, satisfied.
Of course, I had no intention of giving even an illusion of victory without a payment. I grabbed her hands and led them towards my shoulders. "Pull tighter," I said. She looked at me with reticence, but when my smile tightened, she was quick to comply. My reason for doing so was simple. I wanted her to take a more active role in our embrace. And while I would have preferred for her to ride me in a reverse cowgirl position in reckless abandon, I didn't wanna lay down on the cold desk or ground.
After another few minutes, my resistance was about to crumble. "It's time for a creampie," I said with a smirk as I grabbed her hips tight, cutting any chance of her escape.
"What?" She was confused by the unfamiliar time but a split second later she realized. "Wait-" she tried to warn, only to cut short when I slammed my lips against hers in another searing kiss. Shocked by the sudden intimacy, her resistance faltered for a moment, allowing me to fill her up. Realizing that the opportunity to escape had passed, she stayed passively, trying to hide her frustration.
"That was nice," I said casually as I pulled back, but only after making sure that I had deployed every last drop inside her.
She looked at me with trembling eyes, and if I wasn't familiar with her expression, I might have mistaken it for being about to cry. Her frustration was easy to see, but the unsure enjoyment, I was able to catch only because of my familiarity. "You came inside me, again," she said.
"Yes," I answered smugly, intentionally keeping close.
"But… You promised," she murmured. Looking at me with an emotionless look, finally understanding that she had no control all along.
"I lied," I answered smugly. An expression of outrage passed through her face, though mixing with her naked state and her marred skin, it just made her sexier. I leaned in for a quick peck, cutting off her angry statement. "I have already explained it to you. I want you, and I will not let something as silly as your need to be in control prevent it."
She tried to come up with an answer, but my shameless acceptance seemed to work better than anything else I might come up with. "We have less than an hour until someone discovers the dead body in your room. We can continue to argue about how and why I chose to pump you full with my seed, or I can explain to you the way one can best dispose of a body. Your choice."
My crassness seemed to push her towards another spiral of shyness. It took several seconds for her to answer. "Body disposal," she murmured in defeat. While she tried to answer, I sat back once more, while she chose to sit on my desk once more, her legs firmly shut to prevent a glimpse into her nether lips, though she seemed to miss the fact that it also trapped my seed inside her.
Once our lust calmed down, she looked at me and narrowed her eyes. "So, is this it? For us?"
Our earlier embrace was confusing enough for her, and even if she was inclined to open up about her most dangerous secrets, she probably knew by now that I have quite a lot of info on her. "If you wanted to? Sure… though there will be a whole situation and I will have to make it seem like you are fed up with me and decided to leave."
*sigh* "I… don't know what to think of you." She said, looking down at my body. "Are you a good guy or an evil guy?"
"Good? Evil? Don't joke with me, the world isn't that simple." I snickered at her. Looking outside of the window again. "For example, when your father went to save your aunt Elia. How many people do you think had to die for that? How many more women were raped by the Dornish army? Don't lie to yourself, we both know that happened countless times."
In this world there was no good or evil, there was simply power and those too weak to seek it.
She looked down and sighed again. "Well, I guess being with someone like you wouldn't be so bad."
Since I wasn't looking at her, a smile bloomed on my face. What she wanted was control, but in reality, she just needed an easy mind. A place where she can sleep easily and had someone dependable and capable of extreme violence when required.
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A/N: Soo… this chapter was surprisingly long… read a lot of smut stories and in the end just wrote and couldn't stop. So here it is, way longer than usual and about 3 chapters in 1.
P.S: If you wanna marry someone, fùck them first and see what you feel. Who knows, you might not even like them.
P.P.S: Also the MC is one of those people who uses the argument that the world is bad and the world made him bad so it wasn't his choice. This is manipulative behavior, and gaslighting the blame. He is just using Arianne's fragile state of mind against her.
