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A Game of Bones	By : GameOfBones Category: A through F > A Song of Ice and Fire Views: 58934 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own A Song of Ice and Fire or Game Of Thrones, nor do I own the characters. I do not make any money off this, and it is purely non-profit.

Chapter List
- 1-Meera and Hodor
- 2-No One
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The House of Black and White was dimly lit. No one came here for its gift, so the main hall was barren and silent. Perhaps if you had the senses of a cat you could hear the sounds of arguing from a side room. No One, and one known as Jaqen H’ghar.
“A girl shall do as she is told,” Jaqen sternly spoke.
“But why must I sleep with him? Can’t I poison him before? Or slit his throat when he’s asleep?” No one questioned with more than a hint of indignation
“Valar Dohaeris. A girl must serve. A girl must learn. Where it is safer for her. Go.”
The girl had no retort.
As the next day slithered into view, No One was no more. She was Mercy. Mercy knew the plan. The man who was to receive the gift was rich, rich enough for a new girl every night, and rich enough to hire servants to find these girls. The Faceless Men bribed one of the servants to have Mercy chosen. She would go to the man’s room, sleep with him, and choke him with the sheets when he is asleep. The man was known for his cruelty towards whores, they’ll know it was Mercy, but Mercy will never be seen again. Despite the plan being fine, Mercy was nervous. She had never been with a man and his cruelty reminded her of Joff-. No, Mercy never knew him. Mercy knew cruel bastards from the streets of Braavos. The time was nearly upon her. Mercy was adorned in clothes befitting a Braavosi whore, and a cheap one at that, with two braid flowing to and fro behind her. Mercy made her way through the canals of Braavos, down to an inn. She found the servant there, and her lead her to the room. The room was small, with a large bed as the central point. The walls were red, with a closed door leading to a balcony. A sweet smoke hung oppressive over them. There was slight man, in purple robes lazily stretched out over the bed, with an obvious erection. The servant winked at Mercy, and closed the door behind him. The room was silent except for the servant’s footsteps.
“What is your name, girl?” the man said with indifference
“M-mercy.” The girl spluttered.
“It’s not important.” The man lazily intoned. “You can call me Master while you’re here. Anyway, you know why you’re here, and you should see the object of your sole desire. Unless you’re blind of course.” He spoke as he gestured to his cock.
Mercy walked over to the bed, and pulled herself on. She was only about a foot away from his member. The man gave Mercy a look of disgust, and started to open his mouth, but Mercy quickly silenced him by reaching under his robe and grabbing his cock with her right hand, as she pulled up his robe with her left. The man gestured for her to stop, and she released her grip on his cock. He grabbed a dagger and sliced away at the strings holding his robe together. Then, he sat up, his robe falling off, and reached over to Mercy, pulling her close. The man moved his dagger towards her, and Mercy tried to pull away but the man held tight. He cut away at her clothes, slicing away layer by layer, till Mercy was just in her smallclothes. Master slit her top, revealing her breasts, then pointed at her crotch with his knife. Mercy quickly took the rest of her smallclothes off. Both her and Master were fully naked, and Mercy finally drank in his full appearance. His body was toned, perhaps he was a water dancer at one point. Scars run down his chest and stomach, with a few crisscrossed on his arms. His cock, however, Mercy hadn’t seen one in a long time. She saw the pricks of dead men at the House of Black and White, but she hadn’t seen a real cock since the baths at Wint-. No, Mercy never lived at Winterfell. She saw the cocks of men pissing on the street of Braavos. It was of decent size, perhaps six inches. Well, decent from what she heard from San-. No, Mercy didn’t have have a sister named Sansa. Mercy heard six inches was decent from another beggar girl on the streets. Mercy wrapped her legs around Master, his dick near to her cunny, and started to stroke his shaft.
She locked eyes with Master, as her hand went up and down his manhood. As she neared the top, the slightest bit of pre-cum leaked out. Mercy unlocked her legs and scooted back. She leaned down to taste the pre-cum oozing from his dick. With a single swirl of her tongue she gather the fluid in her mouth and swallowed. It was sour and nasty. She couldn’t back away, so Mercy went back down taking his head in her mouth. It too was sour, likely from sweat. She went down further, past his head, down further, taking its whole length. Mercy gagged a little, but it was not big enough to choke her. Mercy stayed there as her tongue worked around the shaft. It was slow and lazy, from both inexperience and the taste of it. Master suddenly grabbed one of her pigtails. She halted, as Master said “Work my balls, you bitch. You aren’t getting paid if I’m not happy.” This must be the cruel side, Mercy thought, as she dropped her head lower, meeting his balls which lazily drooped onto the sheets. Mercy put her mouth around one of them, it tasted like the rest of him, except with more hairs. His cock rested on Mercy’s face, over one of her eyes. She suckled on his ball, and reached up to once again stroke his cock, moving it off her face in the process. She continued slowly jerking and sucking, switching balls every minute or so. After a while of this, Master pulled Mercy off of his manhood, and brought her up to his mouth for a full kiss. Mercy tried to resist his probing tongue but couldn’t. He explored inside her mouth while Mercy outwardly played the role of a whore. After Master was done violating Mercy’s mouth, he grabbed her and threw her face down on the bed, her tight ass and pussy pointing up towards him. Master guided his dick towards her pussy, rubbing around outside her pussy.
Master took in her wetness, then without any warning, plunged his rod into her ass. Arya, no Mercy, screamed out in pain. She prepared herself for what he would do to her pussy, but she never planned for this. Her ass tightened as Master was sliding his dick out. He kept pulling out, hurting Arya even more. When he was nearly out, he thrust back in. Arya learned to loosen up, it would hurt less, despite her instincts screaming to tense up. She barely felt pleasure from this, the pain was too strong. She was groaning and whimpering through it, then Master pushed her head further down, right into the bed. He kept going, and a thin trickle of blood streamed for her hole, only serving to slicken Master’s penis. He kept at it, plunging faster and harder than before. More blood flowed out, only making him go faster. Arya’s ass was so sore she didn’t register what was happening with it.
All of a sudden, Master pulled his cock out of her ass, gave her cheeks a hard spank, and flipped her over. He shot gooey ropes of semen onto Arya’s face, hitting her in the eye. Some got onto her lips, some in her hair, and a good covering on her breasts. Master grabbed her by the neck and started to drag her towards the balcony. Arya grabbed the knife from where Master had carelessly discarded it, and held it close to her side. Master opened the door, and as he was about to pull Arya out to see the world, she drove the knife into his neck. Master stumbled forward, falling and catching himself on the railing. Arya grabbed at his waist, her breasts pushed up against his back. She pushed him over the edge, falling down into the streets, breaking bones and cracking his head against the cobble. Arya covered herself with Master’s robe, and stumbled out the room, his cum still adorning her face. As she ran out a man tripped her, revealing her pussy and her raw ass. Men laughed, and one gave hit a slap on the cheek. Arya regained her balance, and kept going out. She vowed, on this day, that she was done with the Faceless Men.

Note: This is the end of the inspiration I currently have, don't expect stuff this often.
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