The boat rolled along the waves. As it crested one and sank down the backside, the whole cabin pitched slightly on its axis. Arianne sank down heavily, Percy's cock driving all the way to her hot and sticky core.
"By the Seven!" Arianne squealed.
She was to Percy's front. The wall of the cabin was to his back, separated from him with propped-up pillows to make his seated position more comfortable. The cushions he was most concerned with were the ones attached to Arianne, quivering on her chest. Percy grabbed her thick tits, one hand for either of them, squeezing. He bit her nipples and made Arianne toss her head.
"A beast! A beast who never tires!" Arianne's accusation came with a laugh, although it was cut short as she gasped. "Oh— Hah… Hah…. Ah!"
Percy let go of her tits. He slapped his hands down on her ass, just as soft and thick as her breasts. His hands took big fistfuls of Arianne's dark skin. Percy pitched them forward, pinning Arianne down in the bed, his hands running under Arianne's back to grip her cheeks. He was the one thrusting now, rather than leaving her to ride. Percy plowed into her wet core.
Arianne's hands went to his back. Her nails dug in like a she-cat's, drawing scratches along the apex of his back. She clawed at him desperately. Percy still had her tit in his mouth, pulling it to the point that it stretched.
"I– I– Haaaah!"
Arianne jabbed her nails straight down. One or two broke the skin. Percy didn't notice the stinging. Her pussy was gripping him, squeezing and gushing against his manhood. She came with the force of the River Wyl. As good as it felt, Percy enjoyed the breathless moan that came with it even more.
Without letting up their pressure Arianne's nails dragged across his back again, widening the cuts she'd created and adding a few new ones. Percy clapped his pelvis against her crotch thrice before he acknowledged that any more would be dangerous. He rose to his knees to pull himself out, his thick and glinting cock slapping down on Arianne's stomach. Laid there, they could see how close it came to reaching her bellybutton.
The head twitched and lifted up. When it fired, the ejaculation came with more force than Percy expected. Milky wads shot past Arianne's stomach, most catching on her breasts. What made it beyond hit her in the face. Arianne closed her eyes reflexively, before cracking them open. She licked around her mouth, catching one of the largest globs and pulling it into her mouth.
"Mmm. As salty as the fish we'll be fed tonight, yet twice as sweet," she declared.
Ten minutes later, Percy had helped Arianne clean herself with a wet cloth. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, while Arianne kneeled behind him, rubbing ointment on his back.
"I am sorry," she said. It wasn't the first time Percy heard as much, even though he assured her it was fine. "When you are inside of me, the things I feel— I'm afraid I lose all reason. You've no idea how many times I want to scream at you, do it inside! I remember my station, narrowly, but it seems I can't remember my own strength."
When she saw lines of fresh red blood dripping down his back, she'd been aghast. It wasn't the first time, but repeated offenses seemed to make her feel worse more than better.
"I told you. I don't even feel it." That was a little lie. The stinging was there, just mild. "If this is the worst I have to put up with to have you in my bed, I'll take that deal a hundred times out of a hundred."
One of Arianne's hands rested on his shoulder, and Percy laid his hand on top of it. He turned his head, treating her to a smile. She couldn't hold back. Their lips met, the kiss heating up until their tongues were deep in each other's mouths.
Arianne retreated first, too exhausted for another round and knowing that if she kept going they would reach dangerous territory. Percy's whole back was coated in the poultice now. Arianne crawled to his side, laying her head on his shoulder. Percy hooked his arm around her, holding her close. It made her smile.
"I appreciate your brave sacrifice, but this is far from the worst you will need to stomach around me," Arianne said. "Sunspear is Dorne's court. It's full of secrets, plots, and actors, as all courts are. You never know who has a dagger at your back. It could even be your kin!"
The waves outside had grown shorter. The cabin only rocked softly now, gently sliding side-to-side. "Like your father trying to marry you to someone five times your age?"
Arianne laughed bitterly. "I wish that was the worst of my troubles."
Percy was silent. It was an invitation to share, if she wanted to. Arianne recognized that and mulled it over. She pushed herself against him tighter, laying a hand on his thigh where she started to stroke.
"A thousand years ago, the Martells were not princes the way we are now," Arianne said. "We were ordinary lords, weaker than House Yronwood. We were not even second among the houses. There were times when my ancestors were sworn to House Jordayne and House Allyrion, just as those houses are now sworn to us. We might have remained that way if not for Nymeria's coming."
"The Princess of the Rhoynar," Percy said. She'd been a big deal in Dyanna's lessons. Not only did she turn Dorne on its head, some legends said she'd been a sorcerer who controlled water. Whether they were true or not, Dyanna was sure that would catch Percy's attention. She'd been right.
"Yes. The princess married Mors Martell, making him a prince. Then she made him a true prince, leading their combined might to conquer Dorne. As Dornishmen, we still bear traces of Rhoynish blood. Particularly those of us from Sunspear."
Arianne held her hand across her body, spreading the fingers in front of her face. Her other hand stayed on Percy's thigh. She shifted, propping her chin on his shoulder to look at him directly. "Ever since then, our customs have been different from Westeros. When a lord has a child, the eldest becomes his heir, whether they bear breasts or carry a cock. I am my father's heir, the eldest of Doran Martell, future ruler of Dorne." She let her hand drop. "At least, I was supposed to be."
"You lost it?" Percy asked. "Was it for running away?"
"I ran away because I lost it, not the other way around! Almost no one knows this. Even I would not know, had I not found a letter from my father to Quentyn, the elder of my brothers. Would you like to know what it said? Can you guess?"
"I like you more than Arianne, here's Dorne?"
"In slightly more words, yes." Arianne was still petting Percy's thigh, but she was doing it quicker, rubbing his quad like it was a genie's lamp that could wish this all away. "I'm a princess without a throne, an heir discarded, and my father refuses to make a true match. What am I to do? I could live as a Tyrell. As a Tully, I would not be without power. Either match would foster connection for the Martell name, helping the family the way I always hoped to do. Yet, I cannot even meet them. I'm stopped at every turn!"
"We could've made a run for it," Percy said.
"And escape my uncle? Unlikely. Though you are sweet for saying it." Arianne exhaled. "You have come this far with me. There is a choice on the horizon. Will you follow me? Not as a guide, but as my warrior. Perhaps more." The hand stroking Percy's thigh moved higher, roaming near his crotch. "Will you swear your sword to me? It need not be forever. You've only given and I have taken and taken— if you agree now, and a time comes when you wish to leave, I hardly have the right to stop you."
Percy shifted to look at Arianne's oval-shaped face perched on his shoulder. He touched the hand on his thigh, stopping its path. "I've always been bad at politics. I'm not used to the way nobles do things, either, so just say it directly. What are you asking?"
"Will you become my sworn sword?" Arianne asked. "My knight, though you need not be a ser to hold this title. It will let me keep you at court. With a man like you at my side, schemers will think twice before drawing me into their games. I will handle politics for the both of us. Should all else fail, and my father throws me away as he is trying to… then perhaps the two of us will see the Riverlands after all. Or Essos. Somewhere far from Sunspear, where we can make something of ourselves."
"I've had much worse offers," Percy said.
"Then will you accept?" As much as she tried to play it cool, Arianne's excitement showed in her voice.
This was something else Dyanna taught him. She only mentioned it in passing, as a detail in the real stories. Still, that was enough. Percy slipped away from Arianne's grasp and took a knee on the wooden floor.
"I don't know the words," he admitted. "Dyanna just told me about the pose. Kneeling in front of his new lord, the knight swore to serve with his life. I guess I'm not promising forever. Following orders has never been a strength of mine either. But I'm always willing to share my thoughts. About anything. When I see something that isn't right, I'll fight against it. I don't care if it's bandits, an army, or a marriage. So I guess I have my own question. Do you want me at your side?"
As he spoke, Percy eased Arianne's thighs apart. She watched him carefully, seeing where he was going. Holding eye contact, Percy leaned in, his lips hovering so close to her flower that she could feel his hot breath.
"Yes," Arianne said. Then, louder, "Yes!" because Percy had planted his lips and slid his tongue inside.
Percy wrote the terms and conditions on her clit, and signed on the dotted line.
O-O-O
Percy had a phenomenal three days sailing from Weeping Town to Sunspear. With the need to ride a horse eliminated, Arianne was delighted to ride him instead. If she wasn't on top of him, it was usually because he was on top of her. Percy's vigor had increased beyond what it usually was, spurred by the salty air and the feeling of riding the waves. He would've happily spent a week or longer on Oberyn's hired vessel.
At first, Arianne shared his thoughts. On the second day, it started to settle in that she'd been caught, with a reckoning awaiting her back in the palace. No one was sure what punishment she would face, including Oberyn. When his niece asked him, he'd taken a drink of wine and shrugged.
"My brother and I think differently on all things. It's why we can work so closely. This is his decision to make, so I can only say that whatever he chooses, it will be different from what I would have come up with. The ravens are sent, he has heard all that you've told me and then some. Once we arrive, I doubt you'll need wait long for his verdict."
After that, on the third day, Arianne couldn't wait to get back to Sunspear. She even made love more frantically. The suspense was harder on her than the punishment itself, which she now wished, "To be faced and done with."
She would get her wish the following morning. Halfway between dawn and noon a peninsula came into sight ahead of the ship, its jagged shape piercing the sea like a dagger. Waves beat into rocks, sending up spray and offering a natural drumbeat to those who strained their ears. Sailing against those cliffs would turn a boat into pulp. Instead, a handful of docks were constructed less than a quarter of a mile from the outcropping, taking advantage of the least treacherous span of water.
As the boat was docking, Percy turned his eyes toward the peninsula. It was more than rugged wilderness. A building was built atop it, constructed with sharp edges and the same sandy color as the rock underneath, to the point that it was impossible to tell where the rock ended and the keep began.
The towers caught Percy's eye. They were made of rock like the rest of the palace, until you got to the top. The roofs were domes of bronze. They caught the light that hit them and tossed it everywhere. At the apex of the dome were jagged points. On the largest of the towers the point was at least fifteen feet tall. It gave each tower the appearance of a spear, stabbing upward with the might of a god. Percy whistled under his breath.
Arianne followed his gaze and saw he was looking upon her home. It looked like she was going to comment, until something else stole her attention. She had chosen to wear her dusty traveling garb instead of the dress she'd brought with her, a decision she spent more than ten minutes deliberating on that morning, standing next to the bed with spots of Percy's cum visible on her back.
When she walked back into Sunspear, she was going to be watched. People would either see her dolled up in a dress or garbed in travel gear. In other words, did she want to hide what she tried to do, or embrace it. Arianne had chosen the second.
The gangplank had been set down, connecting the boat to the dock. The crew waited, allowing the nobles to disembark first. Arianne was the closest with Oberyn and Percy beside her. She stared at the dock before whipping her head to her uncle.
"I did not expect such a greeting party," she said.
"You should have," Oberyn said. "Go on. Disembark. Don't you wish to have your reunion?"
"With some of the present company. Others, I could have gone much longer without the sight of."
She stepped off the side of the boat anyway. Percy went after her, close behind. When Arianne struggled for balance he touched her shoulders, keeping her upright.
"Oh, my, Arianne! Did you find a better option along the way and choose to turn back?" said a woman at the base of the gangplank.
There were three of them. The one who asked the question was in the middle, smiling at Arianne with very familiar dark eyes. She wore a purple dress with loose sleeves that went to her wrists. Black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, resting over one shoulder so it hung over her chest.
The woman next to her was taller, especially her legs, which were long compared to the rest of her body. Her eyes were set close together under a prominent brow, dark and familiar just as her sister's. She leaned against a spear, holding it the way you might embrace a loved one.
The third woman beside them was slight and short. Percy felt for her, living in a place like Dorne with skin that pale. She couldn't venture out too often, given the shade of her. Even her hair was pale, blonde on the verge of white. She was smiling softly, yet her blue eyes remained dull. There was something in them. Even though they were a different color, they gave Percy the same impression he got from the other two. They were the eyes of the man walking the gangplank behind him. These were the Sand Snakes, exactly as Arianne described them to him.
"Chose to turn back? I would still be on my way to the Riverlands if your father had not caught me," Arianne said.
"He's good at that," said the blonde, who had to be Tyene. She matched Arianne's description perfectly. Besides, she sounded a little bitter, and Tyene was the one who'd ridden with Arianne on that failed attempt.
At the bottom of the gangplank, Arianne stopped and rested her hands on her hips. Percy stopped near her, just a little behind. All three Sand Snakes were looking at him. He felt like he was back on the bank of a creek with Oberyn sizing him up. Now there were three of them.
"You've brought a man back," said Obara, the spear-wielder.
"I did. And you've brought someone too. Someone I didn't wish to see."
Arianne was looking behind the Sand Snakes. A man in armor was there, bigger and burlier than Percy was. He had an axe strapped to his back that must've weighed a ton. It made for a funny sight when the scarred and graying giant shifted under the gaze of Arianne. Percy could guess who he was, too. Areo Hotah, the captain of the guard who arrived in Sunspear as a slave from the free city of Norvos. Prince Doran's closest servant and right hand man.
"Welcome home, little princess," Areo said.
"I would say that it's good to be back, but I did not mean to be, and I will not lie about that. Why did my father send you? Surely my uncle and his men would be enough to be certain I won't run. I'm already caught, unless you'd not noticed."
"I noticed," Areo said politely. "It isn't you I am here for. I'm to take this one to the castle ahead of you. Your father will call for you soon."
Like that, Hotah was facing Percy. Not threateningly. He didn't touch his longaxe, or even feign toward it. It was something in between an invitation and an order.
"He wants to see—?" Arianne turned away from the guardsman sharply, rounding on Oberyn. "Uncle, what did in the Seven's name did you write in your letters?"
"Nothing but the truth," Oberyn said. "What a fascinating story that wove."