Hellholt

[The Stranger]

She laughed, "What else is there. I suppose you're one of those rough and tumble men who want to fight in tourneys, and get all bloodied up and bruised or some such."

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon smiled, "No, not at all". Brandon fell silent for a while, "there are other things I can do to serve my family, less noble sometimes perhaps... but certain things needs to be done"

[The Stranger]

"And how does fucking me for months on end fall into your family's plans for you?"

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon smiled gently, "It doesn't fall into the plans at all. After I got legimatized I became the fourth in line to inherit Redfort, Ser Alliser is mad and probably not fit for lordship, Lord Tommen has a lordship somewhere else and his wife has not produced any children, Ser Patrek is not likely to marry being content guarding the king and all, and their fathers are old. So in the end it might fall unto me and my children to manage the lands".

[The Stranger]

"Which again, relates to fucking me how?" Demezla said cocking her head to the left mischievously.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon raised his eyebrows, "Well, unless you want to marry and produce heirs for Hellholt and Redfort, it wouldn't relate".

[The Stranger]

She nodded, "Well, why would I want to marry you?" She said, somewhat derisively. "Your entertaining in bed I'll grant. But I don't think that requires anything so formal. And as for an heir, Dornish law applies here, so I can name any child of mine as heir, married or no. One useful thing that dumb bitch Emelia ever did."

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon nods, "You are right of course, there's little to gain for you by marrying me, maybe some more political sway due to cousin Roland, but that's about it." There was a little hurt in his voice.

[The Stranger]

Demzela laughed, "political sway? What do I need with political sway? I don't give a rotten fig for your court or your politics. I've got my lands, and my.." she grabbed Brandon's manhood and squeezed, a little too roughly, "my pleasures. I leave politics to you others."

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon managed a smile albeit somewhat weak, "That's what I had gathered". His hand moved upwards to play with her breasts, the other hand snaked behind her head to pull her down for a kiss.

[The Stranger]

She slapped him, although lightly, and her other hand did not move from its grasp. "Don't do that while I am chastising you for your stupidity. It is distracting."

[Lord Howland Royce]

"It's also counter productive to hold my manhood, while you are chastising me," Brandon replied his finger still circling her nipples.

[The Stranger]

"Oh is it?" She twisted, hard, but so hard as to do irrevocable damage, but in a grip undeniably painful.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon bites his teeth together and grunts in pain, "It was" he said weakly and moved his hands as to protect his manhood.

[The Stranger]

She relaxed her grip, and went back to a more... soothing one. "Now Brandon darling, say you won't be a bother anymore, and that you'll be a good little boy toy for Lady Uller."