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The slit in her helm was hardly wide enough for her to see the girl in front of her, but she couldn't risk removing it. Not here, where the shame of entering the building was enough even for most men to want to hide their faces.
"Which would you like for the evening, Ser?" the woman dressed in fine silks said, her voice low and sultry. She was the only one clothed, of course, all the other girls decorated only with jewelry to leave the product visible.
Brienne felt her cheeks flush under the helm, her eyes steadily on the girls' faces, not daring to dip lower. She pointed at the tallest one, second from the left.
"Tansy." The girl stepped forward and tilted her chin down.
"Good choice," said the woman in charge. "She will lead you to the chambers."
Walking through the brothel Brienne began to fear she'd made a horrible mistake. Did she really think they'd let her keep the armor on all evening? That a whore wouldn't be able to tell between an artificial cock and a real one? Stupid, stupid girl.
She scanned the walls for exits, but only heard sounds of pleasure from the other side of the curtains. Eventually, Tansy pulled back a dark blue curtain to reveal a disheveled feather bed separated from the others with carved wooden screens and loose silks.
"How would you like me, Ser?" Tansy sauntered to the bedpost, her long chestnut legs shiny in the candlelight as her hips swayed. Despite her increasing panic, Brienne felt something stir in her lower belly. Then, the familiar flush of shame that always followed flooded her bloodstream.
Tansy sat with her knees apart on the bed, staring into the helm slit as best she could and waited. Brienne nodded once, letting the girl relax onto her elbows.
Without bothering to ask—as she was sure they were used to stranger requests—Brienne began snuffing out the candles positioned in the corners of the makeshift room until it was so dark she could hardly she Tansy any longer. She stumbled as her eyes adjusted, her foot caught on the edge of a chair and she tumbled forward, catching herself by grabbing onto Tansy's thigh.
"Oh, yes, Ser!"
Brienne cringed, able to hear the mummery in Tansy's "pleasure." "You don't have to do that for me," she said without thinking.
Shit.
Tansy said nothing, only shifted her thigh away and guided the armored hand up her body. Brienne could feel her pulse in her throat as her fingers drifted across supple curves and soft flesh. She couldn't really feel it, of course, but even through steel she knew this woman was softer and sweeter than she could ever be. A man wouldn't be this gentle. Brienne adjusted her grip so it was tighter, maybe even enough to bruise, as she groped at flesh aimlessly.
Tansy gasped once or twice as Brienne's hands passed over her breasts or between her legs, no longer committed to the show of moans and gasps that Brienne assumed most men liked.
"Do you want to be rough with me?" Tansy whispered, placing her lips just on the other side of the steel helm so that it rang like an echo into Brienne's ears.
A chill went down her spine. "Yes." She tried this time to deepen her voice, to add gravel where there was none.
Tansy clamped her hands down on Brienne's covered wrists, urging her palms down hard onto her hip bones. Brienne complied, her fingers dug into Tansy's plush sides and dragged her on the bed so that her cunt pressed against the thigh of Brienne's greaves.
Tansy gasped and Brienne found herself enjoying the tinge of excitement and fear that bubbled in her chest and groin. She quickly unlaced her breeches just enough to allow the wooden cock to escape. She stroked the length of it a couple times, satisfied with its realistic warmth and what she hoped was realistic texture.
She felt like she should say something, something sexy or brooding or powerful—something a man would say before fucking. But her mind was blank, and the longer she stood still the more Tansy would suspect her rouse, so instead Brienne simply backed away, Tansy's wetness leaving a shiny streak on her thigh, and positioned her member to where she thought was the correct entrance. The combination of her anxiety, the helm, and the dark made her entirely unsure, but Tansy would say something otherwise, right?
"I'm..I'm going to fuck you now." What the fuck are you saying? Brienne grit her teeth and hoped Tansy hadn't heard the hesitation in her voice.
"Yes, please Ser," Tansy whined. If she had noticed, she did a fantastic job at hiding it. That, or Brienne had paid enough coin to use whatever hole she liked.
Her hips thrust forward, the leather straps around her hips rubbing a little too hard on her hip bones. It seemed like maybe it wouldn't go in—and maybe that's what she wanted. This was silly; she wasn't a man and she certainly wasn't a man who visited brothels.
Just as she was about to withdraw her wooden phallus, a sound between a squelch and a pop came from where they joined, and Brienne found herself sunk entirely inside of Tansy's cunt.
"Oh, fuck." Suddenly it was inconceivable that she ever thought of backing out. Tansy was so wet and warm it was like she could feel her clenching around the length, a pulse of pleasure blooming in Brienne's pelvis.
Tansy wiggled under her, removing Brienne from her trance. Oh, right. She pushed her hips forward just a bit further, fully sheathing herself in Tansy. A groan escaped her lips and she immediately blushed, grateful it couldn't be seen. She drew out again, the cock glistening now as it slid out of the woman, then smacked back in.
Brienne swallowed, hot and overwhelmed by the way Tansy's small breasts bounced with each thrust, her little brown nipples hard as stone. She let herself be hypnotized by their jiggling, the heat in her groin growing warmer with each thrust of her hips.
"Would you like to finish in me, Ser?" Tansy said between pants and gasps for air.
Brienne slowed her pace, her mind fuzzy. She hadn't thought about having to spill her seed somewhere. She stifled a laugh at her own stupidity and loosened her grip on Tansy's hips.
"No, thank you."
Tansy's eyebrows creased, not expecting that response at all. No follow up, no further questions asked, no other locations provided. "My lady?" she said with sudden clarity.
Brienne froze, her cock halfway sheathed inside of Tansy and noticeably not growing soft. She stammered, starting several sentences and never finishing them. Finally, she pulled herself out of the whore and simply asked, "how did you know?"
Tansy laughed, her giggle like a hundred ringing bells. "'No thank you?' And the cock; I can't decide if I should be offended you thought I wouldn't notice something off about it."
"Right, of course." Brienne pushed the now wet wooden dildo back into her pants and laced them back up, covering her shame.
Tansy cleaned between her legs with a corner of the bed sheet. Brienne cringed to think of all the bodily fluids in that cloth. Then she rose to light one of the candles off to her side. "It's alright, we see female clients from time to time too."
"Really?"
"Sure. Though they don't usually come in such fine armor. Fine blue armor, might I add," Tansy said, eyeing Brienne up and down, "not many female knights in blue armor are there, Maid of Tarth?"
Fuck. Brienne sighed and removed her helm at last, for the first time taking in the dim lighting and smell of heavy incense in the room.
"Don't worry, I won't tell."
"I thank you, My—Tansy."
"They also don't usually remember my name after fucking," Tansy laughed. Brienne felt her face grow hot, acutely aware that it was now a visible affliction.
"I see," she mumbled. "I believe I already paid in full and I thank you for your discretion." Brienne bowed her head a bit before dragging the helm back down over her hair, eager to escape the brothel.
"Wait."
Brienne stopped, the helm resting just above her eyebrows as if it were a crown.
"If you should like to see me again, I can get you in around the side entrance. Free of charge, of course."
It was a generous offer, one that most knights only dreamed of. "I think I shall take you up on that, Tansy," she said and put her helm on the rest of the way before ducking out from the curtains.
Though she knew she would be too cowardly to return, not for many moons at least, Brienne couldn't help but feel a small satisfaction, a knowing that she didn't know she needed and a certainty that felt reaffirming. Armor, swords, battle—all of that could be dressed up to fit a woman, or a freak in some in-between existence, but she was definitely not a man who frequented brothels.