Chapter 13 - 13: Ashara Dayne

Chapter 13: Ashara Dayne 

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-Arthur (XIII)-

I stared at a woman dancing with Barristan Selmy. She was young, beautiful, tall, and a fair woman with haunting violet eyes. Her long dark hair tumbled around her shoulders. A beauty like no other, she probably broke many people's hearts today. Ashara Dayne. 

Could I seduce and fuċk her tonight? Probably a hundred guys had tried by now. Handsome, muscular, tall, strong, thin, short, ugly, all of these kinds of people she had probably met and already gotten bored of. Everyone most likely talked to her politely and tried to get into her good side by showing how honorable, cavernous, and nice they were. Of course, those were all acts, people, in reality, weren't like that and the nicest person had a dark side too.

As soon as Barristan Selmy finished dancing with her and got a refusal, I went in and smiled at her. "Care for a dance my lady?"

She put on a fake smile, no longer even bothering to hide just how tired of this she was. "Of course. Ser…" But she politely accepted.

"My name won't matter tonight," I grabbed her hand and we started dancing. I could feel the gazes at us. Was this how she felt constantly? No wonder she is tired and bored of these people.

"Oh, is that so?" she seemed surprised by my answer. "Then what's your plan for tonight my nameless knight?"

She frowned, but I noticed the small twitch of her lip. This was probably the only entertaining thing she had heard tonight. "That was very impolite and not knight-like of you."

"Oh~" I had a mock surprised look on my face. "Then should I lie like the others?" My eyes then wandered towards her dress. "I will also take your dress after having my way with you. It looks expensive, and since you wore it some perverted 'Noble' Lord with pay a hefty sum for it."

She looked at the ground to hide her face for me, but I noticed her voluptuous ċhėst shaking. So she was trying to hold in her laughter. 

After a couple of seconds later, she looked back up and stared into my eyes. "That was very unfunny of you Ser. Please be more of a respectful gentleman towards ladies. Saying such crude things is very untasteful."

Though she said that, I could see the amusement in her eyes that she couldn't hide. "So how long would you like to dance? I am sure some other 'chivalrous' knight would like to dance with you." I got closer to her and whispered. "By chivalrous I mean boring and probably very old."

As I pulled back, she only smiled at me politely. "I wouldn't mind a couple more dances with you, my mysterious knight."

She was trying so hard to seem lady-like that if it wasn't for her appearance she would be the dullest and most boring woman here. Thankfully, those good looks of hers are something special. "Well, you have to loosen up a bit my lady. Or I might just find you boring during our dances after your charm wears off. Also, I am very close to being bored so tell me something interesting about yourself."

Now I had to speedrun a date here and try to get her to tell me something real about herself. Because I wasn't willing to waste too much time and court her the usual way. Unlike most people here, I wasn't looking to marry her, just get a quick lay. 

"How about my brother?" she asked. "He is Arthur Dayne, the greatest swordsman in the world."

Also, the main reason I didn't tell her my name was her brother. Because it was the same as her brother's and that would immediately put me in the no-smashing zone. Having a lover with the same name as a family member just made the situation very weird. 

"Arthur? Oh, I know of him," I smiled. "Wasn't he the guy who beat his sword instructor the first time he picked a sword?"

"No, that's the other Arthur," she frowned, seemingly offended. "You are annoying."

Well, annoyance is better than boredom because without having the latter it meant that I still had a shot. "So? Do you want me to lie and say that I and your brother are as tight as thieves and we swallow each other's swords?"

"What?!" she said, exasperated by my behavior. "No, it just makes me feel like you might be stupid for not knowing who Arthur Dayne is?"

"Well honestly, I didn't even know who you were till a couple of minutes before. You and your brother just weren't the center of my life, so why the hell would I know about him?" I had intentionally started a small argument and I could tell that she wanted to win it. But she couldn't see that this was my intention. The more she wanted to argue the more her lady-like behavior would slip and she might start saying something real beyond her act.

She was very determined to win the argument, so she won't leave either. I loved headstrong people, the ones like Ashara Dayne were just too proud and easy to trick. By now, I knew she won't leave my side for the rest of the fear. I was more patient and calm-headed than her, so she won't be able to win an argument over me.

"You should know him, it's basic knowledge in Westeros," she whispered harshly, her eyes no longer holding a trace of amusement and she was righteously furious.

"So? What if I am not from Westeros? Your view of the world is narrow, little lady. And honestly, kinda boring." I shrugged, my eyes wandering toward the other ladies in the room.

"Creetin? Is that even a word? I might be from Essos so I don't know that word." I said nonchalantly, this enraged her even more. Which was good, since angry people always would say more things than they intended.  

She huffed. "Ughh, you are so irritating."

I chuckled at her behavior and suddenly realization dawned on her. "Wait… don't tell me you were just messing around?!"

"Hahaha," I smiled softly, leaning my head on her shoulder as we danced, trying to keep in my laughter. It wasn't that entertaining, but I was playing a character here that I had to keep up. "That was so funny, getting angry over nothing. You looked like a kitten whose tail was stepped on."

She stepped on my foot in anger, making it seem accidental but the vengeful smile on her said otherwise. "Oh~ is that so entertaining to you?"

I chuckled. "Yes very," and then winced as she kept stepping on my foot. Well, it didn't hurt as I had steel coverings on my shoes. But he didn't need to know that. Ashara needed to win sometimes too, or she might become too angry and leave for real. "Hey, now. That's not very lady-like of you."

She smirked mischievously. "I will show you lady-like!"

By now the whole room had noticed that there was something between me and Ashara. Though she was so entwined in her world that she didn't even seem to care about any of that. The only thing she was worried about now was getting back at me.

***

While I had been nervous at the beginning of the dance with Ashara Dayne. My hands were shaking even after the dance. I think the dance went well, I didn't step on her toes or anything like that and she even smiled while I told her about my life. If I had embarrassed myself I would have buried my head on the ground.

I felt like we connected by talking about our strong older siblings and the mischiefs of the younger ones. I was drinking some wine and thinking about the dance when my older brother sat next to me with his cup of wine in his hands. "How did it go, Ned? Did my little brother get charmed by a lady? The lady that I had to ask to dance with you."

I look at my brother Brandon, he has a knowing smirk on his face.

"Y -Yeah..." I tried to say it casually but still stuttered. 

Brandon was about to say something when he suddenly frowned and pointed with his head towards the dancing floor. "Though it seems like you have some competition."

I saw Ashara now dancing with someone else. Now I wouldn't mind that, after all, every man here was enamored by her and had asked for a dance. But I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces once I looked at her face. When we were dancing her smiles were pretty and polite, and just now I realized that they were fake. She was doing what was expected of her and being polite. Because now Ashara was genuinely laughing and putting her head on her current dance partner's shoulder just to hide her laughter. I felt like an outsider just looking at them.

"Her current dancing partner is Arthur Fray, also known as the 'Undefeated Knight'. They say that he was never defeated ever since he picked up a sword. I  heard that even the first time he picked up a sword he beat his Master-at-Arms in just four blows..." Brandon informed me, though I knew all of that already. "Then again, you probably know this better than me, Ned."

Arthur then whispered something in Ashara's ear and she nodded towards him enthusiastically. I can't stop a frown from appearing on my face when I saw her kiss his neck secretly. By now neither of them were bothered that others had noticed their showing of affection. For Ashara, an unwed maiden, this was scandalous.

"I know him... he is my frien-... he is an acquaintance of mine," I said, knowing that Brandon understood that I and Arthur were friends. Our talk in the Stark Tent had shown that he knew a lot about me and we seemed like friends. 

"This is different!" I yelled at my brother without even meaning to. It's just that my heart feels clouded and confused. I didn't know what to do.

"Big words for a small puppy, the prissy southern lords sure taught you some fancy words." Brandon wasn't having any of it either and put a bottle of wine in my hand. "Get a little drunk first, then we will talk again later."

Then immediately I had to stop myself from getting up in anger. That was when I saw Arthur and Ashara sneak out of the party, holding each other's hands with smiles on their faces. 

**

-Arthur (XIV)-

I grabbed Ashara by the hand and we tried to stealthily go outside. But taking a girl like Ashara away is bound to be noticed. But the other Lords were in no place to intervene, so they didn't.

Seeing the looks people were sending us, I jokingly whispered to her. "C'mon now my lady we get away from here. I will take you to a tower to protect you from all the evil lords."

She just smiled at me, damn, she even has perfect white teeth.*giggle* "Well maybe you are the evil knight who kidnaps me."

Ashara chuckled but didn't say anything. She couldn't help herself, this was probably the first and last time in her life she would ever get so close to an 'adventure'.

As we were climbing the stairs of the tower she suddenly stopped and looked at me. I saw her blue eyes now had uncertainty in them. "Should we…"

"It's your choice, we only live once," I reassured her, but it wasn't a reassurance. Because saying that we only live once would make her anxious to try new things. In my last life, this would be called socially pressuring someone into doing something. 

'Try drugs, because you only live once. Do you want to die without ever knowing what being high feels like?' - the number of times I had heard something like that push even the nicest and naive people over the edge. 

I was 90% sure Ashara wouldn't refuse this. After all, she only lives once. Does she want to die as just being the wife of some old lord that only cares about her appearance? Or would she live her life a little before that?

She kept looking at me and we leaned closer to each other, and our lips touched. 

"Maybe I want to live..." Ashara whispered. "With someone like you."

Yeah… sorry lady, but you are the kind of girl that gets pumped and dumped. There was no way I would want to be with a naive woman like you. We have only known each other for less than an hour.

Also, I had a lot of secrets that she would not like. For example, I already had kids of my own. 

What Ashura and I had was puppy love, which seemed too good to be true. And it was because after tonight I don't think we will ever see each other anymore.

But those things should be forgotten for tonight, and I wasn't going to refute her words and ruin the mood. Instead, I took the initiative and started using some tongues in our session.

After a little kissing, we separated and gazed into each other's eyes. The love and ŀust in her were clear as day. But Ashara seemed unsure of what to do next. She was uncertain how situations like this could develop.

So I just took the lead and kissed her once more. When we separated this time for some breath, I took her hand and led the naive lady to the top of the tower.

Through it all, Ashara was quiet and just stared at me with a smile on her face. Even when we arrived at the top, she just leaned on the edge of the tower and grinned at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

She just looks unsure at something. But in the end, she just shook her head and leaned forward, kissing me aggressively. It was the first time she took charge tonight, and I welcomed it. Her hand even slipped towards a bulge in my pants.

**

(Sex Scene)

I was mere inches from an incredibly beautiful woman, and it wasn't strange that I had been hard already. The glint in Ashara's eyes even showed that she was pleased.

I couldn't help it as my heart was pounding pretty hard as her fingers delicately slid along my cheek. We separated our kiss and her lips were close enough that I could feel her breath. 

"I like this aggressive side of you. Taking your life in your own hands." She was manipulated into her current decisions, but she didn't know that.

Her lips curl up in a lopsided grin. "That's true," she says, fingertips sliding along my lips. The movement was intimate, unique, and she seems to like my response, her smile only grew broader. "We should have some real fun together."

I smiled at her, now she started acting however she wanted. She was high on her freedom right now. 

"Well, how do you want to play this?" I asked 

her, already knowing her answer.

She lets out a soft laugh at that, her finger trailing down my ċhėst towards my groin, quietly popping the buŧŧon as she stares me in the eye, pulling out my shaft in a slow, teasing movement. I put my hands on her shoulder and started undressing her.

She was hot; a beautiful face, framed by wavy, dark hair, and an incredible physique, lithe and flexible. Her haunting purple eyes only added to her charm.

I took off a cloth that acted as her bra and tore her pȧntɨės aside. I was interrupted from admiring her body as she started to ċȧrėss my shaft and I let out a soft groan in response.

She smiled, or rather, her existing smile grew even broader showing her ivory white teeth.

"This is nice," she said, as she strokes and ċȧrėsses my length putting it between her thɨġhs but not quite in yet.

Her tongue runs across my upper lip, and she fishes it out in short order, my hard ċȯċk pointing straight at her.

The expression she wore as she looked at my shaft appeared was absolutely sėxy.

Her eyes widened in surprise, her eyebrows going up, and then she curled her lips back into a confident smile. "Very nice," she said as she started to stroke it faster. 

I grab her in a quick motion and pull her down to the ground with me. I was laying in the back and she was sitting on top of me. Her body glistered due to the moon. The beauty radiated even more by her smile as her ċhėst moved up and down as she breathed heavier.

Swallowing as she shifts her weight, teasing my ċȯċkhead against her sėx. I can feel warmth against me, soft lips ċȧrėssing my tip, and my fingers ball up into fists on either side of me. 

She smiled confidently, her uncertainty all gone now.

Then she begins her descent. Soft inner walls ċȧrėss every inch of my ċȯċkhead, her wetness ċȧrėssing and coating my dɨċk as she slides down my length. She twisted her hɨps, left and right, undulating her body with perfect form, a smile on her lips as I ġrȯȧnėd in response to the feeling, my hɨps bucking up towards her, several inches getting swallowed in a moment. 

She doesn't complain, just letting out a soft breath herself. Even though I could tell by the look on her face that this wasn't easy on her.

Ashara's hands reached for my ċhėst, pressing against my stomach and slowly sliding up my shirt. 

"You look good," she breathes out, ŀɨċkɨnġ her lips, clearly enticed by my bȧrė ċhėst. "Mmmn..." she ġrȯȧnėd, as she took me fully to the base, her head casting back, a soft throaty noise escaping her throat.

My hand slowly slid up her thɨġh while the other groped her hanging brėȧsts.

Her body was surprisingly tense as she gently started to move up my ċȯċk again. Before my fingers arrived at her ċŀɨt, teasing and brushing at it. She mȯȧnėd gently at that, her eyes fluttering as she looked at me. 

"You like that?" I asked her sensually, as she got down and stared me in the eye.

"I do," she practically purred, her movements continuing on my ċȯċk, projecting easy confidence as she slid up and down. The movements were a slow curling one that twisted my ċȯċk around inside her. Her hands continued to run along my ċhėst, her brėȧsts bouncing in a strangely eye-catching way. They're not the biggest pair, certainly, but they're quite a bit more impressive than most of the ones I had seen, and the first to belong to a woman bouncing on my dɨċk. 

I got my other hand away from her ċŀɨt and grabbed both of her brėȧsts.

I could feel it, the softness, just the right size to cup my hand around. She smiled down at me, enjoying my touch, my expression, or at the very least something I was doing, and she started to move faster on my ċȯċk. 

"Do that again with your thumb," she whispers down at me, and it took a moment for me to realize her meaning, shifting my hand on her groin so my fingers teased at her taut stomach and my thumb could play with her ċŀɨt.

***

I lose all track of time, distracted by the movements of the beautiful woman in my ŀȧp. She squeezed her insides around my dɨċk intermittently, adding a unique flavor to impassioned pumping, and eventually she leaned down over me, meeting me in a kiss.

Her pace has long since passed 'sensual' and moved on to 'manic', as she slobbered and drools into my mouth.

With one hand, I reach for her ȧss, squeezing the supple thing, enjoying the way it hardly reacted at all, and that provokes a soft hum of approval from her. So I started to run my hand all along her back, fingertips brushing slowly up her spine as she kept pumping her ċunt up and down, slurping and suċkɨnġ and drooling into my mouth.

I rub and tease at her ċŀɨt,  and she ȯrġȧsmed before I did. Her sėx squeezing and milking at my ċȯċk hard as she shuddered and mȯȧnėd atop me, brėȧsts pressing against my ċhėst.

I come too, naturally. I may have some experience, but girls like these were always too enticing. I just splattered her insides with one of the thickest loads I had ever let out. She ġrȯȧnėd in my mouth as she felt my hot seed fill her insides.

I sighed as I found release, collapsing utterly in the aftermath, and she quietly rolled off me rising to her feet. But she buckled and just laid next to me on the cold floor.

"That was top tier for a first go," I complimented her.

"You knew?" She asked.

"Yeah, I could guess. You were too tight and inexperienced." I smiled, ċȧrėssing her face gently. "Though you probably tried something with another girl right?"

She blushed in embarrassment and didn't look me in the eyes anymore. Seems like I was a bullseye on that one. 

Getting up, I positioned myself behind her and asked. "Ready for round two?"

"What?" She looked at me with confusion, until I slid my shaft straight into her sėx that was still dripping with my juices. Her eyes widened and a loud mȯȧn of pŀėȧsurė left her throat.

*

For hours we did it like rabbits. When she got tired, we would rest, when I got tired she would re-energize me. 

For one night, we were each other's company. I don't know how long we were up there in the tower, but by the time we came back down, the feast was already over, and only drunk sleeping people were around.

We separated there and she went to her room that she shared with Elia Martell. I to my tent.

It was a good night overall.

***

When the next day came about, I lazily was woken up by the sounds of horses galloping about and people talking.

"Leon!" I called out for my healer and immediately I heard rushing steps.

"Sir," Leon came into the tent and looked at me seriously. "You won't believe what happened yesterday! Even the Mad King appeared!"

I somewhat remembered what had happened from the books. But I was curious if anything had changed.

"Tell me a general summary of what happened," I told him, going to the corner and picking up a certain kind of stick that was used to clean the teeth nowadays. 

"Jamie Lannister has become a Kingsguard," he then looked around and got close to me, silently whispering. "Also the Mad King's appearance is, as they say, long nails, unwashed hair. He looked more like a beggar than a king. If he didn't have the crown on his head, everyone would ȧssume he had drunkenly stumbled in the feast."

Well, I was glad I hadn't been there last night to see such a gross sight. Instead, I was doing something more fun.

"Also, m'lord, the melee event for the Tourney will start soon." he reminded me.

I nodded and waved him off. It seemed like there wasn't anything that had changed too much. At least the big events hadn't changed that much. Like the mad king making Jamie a Kingsguard. He will regret that later.

Putting on my well-woven armor, with a red hawk engraved on it. 

I also put some hidden knives and certain potions on my pouch.  I was ready for the melee and set off. My guards were around me like usual, and even Leon had come this time. Just in case of an accident, he will always be there to make sure I didn't die due to some infected cut.

*

Once we arrived at the Tourney grounds, the guard nodded at me. "Arthur Redhawk, you are on the list."

I didn't even need to tell him my name. Maybe fuċkɨnġ Ashara Dayne brought about a lot more clout than I had initially thought. After all, I wasn't known for much on this side of the sea.

Entering the stage, the place was big and full of knights in armor. Some wore light armor, some heavy and there were ones who even wore just plain leather armor.

As expected, most were using swords. So there wasn't anything strange about it.

But amongst the midst of that, one man stood out. He had silver-colored glittering armor with the Targaryen dragon engraved on his ċhėst plate. The man was looking straight at me.

Ohhhh… I know who he is. Shit, that Arthur Dayne, also known as the best swordsman in the realm. Due to my good eyesight, I could tell that he was frowning. Yeah, there was another fact that he wasn't that well known about… that man was Ashara Dayne's brother. The same girl I had fuċkėd all night.

I hope he doesn't know what happened between me and Ashara. Or at least believed that his sister was a good girl and wouldn't do something while.

But my hopes were crushed when he noticed me looking back at him, and his frown turned into a look of hatred.

Well… he knows what happened yesterday night. This was going to be even harder than I thought.

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A/N: Hope you like it. I don't usually write smut, but sėx scenes show the dynamic between characters too so I can't skip them. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).... yeah, a lot of… dynamic…