All characters in these tales are over 18 years old.
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PROLOGUE -
I won the first book in my birthday, all know, I love this kind of story. I am more than a nerd, a cosplayer, I don't even remember since when. Fell in love a long time ago for stories like: fantastic realities, magic, parallel dimensions. Other worlds, lands... Other lives. I loved this type of story since I entered college. I invent, create narratives too, many of them based on these virtual worlds created by other authors. Using and abusing the characters they invent.
In short, I like the mixture of fiction and boners, this strange sum, as strange as like I am feel. I really like to feel disconnected from what call reality, in tune with other lives, this strange worlds.
At the time I was given the book I didn't give it much importance, there were others that interested me. I ended up leaving aside, forgot about it. I was enchanted by Twilight, the first books were great, I fell in love with the contrasts that Stephenie Meyer created... From the third book on, I was in love. I dreamed of Cullen as a college classmate, eating me in my bed, with those injected red eyes, scratching and licking my neck, on a full moon night. I groaned, drowning in the madness, feeling transformed into a vampire, having sex with that hot bat.
But as the pages and books went on, I became disappointed. It started to get worse after the movies, when I realized that Stephenie wanted her characters to be more likeable than they really were. The young lady weakened in the 'H' hour and left those savages as if they were trained kittens. It made me want to vomit, I was irritated with Bella's coldness and even more with the idiot Cullen, a vampire, scared, full of doubts and not sexy at all. A jerk.
From in love and crazy about the bat, I became disgusted. I decided to take revenge and write a naughty story about those two assholes. You may remember, it was - The bad wolf ate the Bella. As an addition to the saga, an addendum to the fourth book, how all the characters were adults I could abuse the naughtiness.
I have never written a tale like that, it's really not my style, but I was so angry with those two that I decided to extrapolate just to get revenge. Imagine, me writing this kind of story! I made that jerk Jacob fuck the Bella. All in front of the goofy Cullen tied naked to a tree. I made the bat a tame cuckold and Bella a slut.
It wasn't my best story, but I had my revenge.
To forget about those jerks, I pulled the book off the shelf, it was a bit dusty, and I was bored. Opened it without much desire. I thought would look without paying attention, but what a surprise... Even a certain amazement. It was like an act of sorcery, at the end of the first page the curiosity took over, I kept reading, enchanted, one page after the other, more and more fascinated, bewitched.
That mixture of knights, armor and ladies sprinkled with magic and many surprises in George Martin's improbable twists and turns... It was everything I wanted, and me wasting time on Meyer's sucker characters. The ending of the book was so impactful that I can't tell if I was dazzled or terrified... For sure I was impressed. Hostage to all the enchantment that was the saga, a true saga. The Chronicles of Ice and Fire - Game of Thrones.
I am amused by those who call themselves fans of the saga, all because they watched the TV series, the series is great... But it doesn't even remotely reproduce the effect Martin made when describing, for example, the birth of the dragons. A surreal, almost sexual abuse. Impacting, impressive. This is just to name one fact.
I devoured 'A Clash of Kings', even more with Storm, but it was only when I was reading "A Feast of Crows' that the idea came... A tale. Yes, an erotic tale with those figures, that saucy, abused, more than sensual atmosphere that George imprinted on the characters.
I started to imagine stories with those perverts, far beyond the sluttiness of Cersei with her twin brother, or of Khaleesi, the whore queen, Daenerys, the heroine of the story, the last of the Targaryens.
Who knows others, who knows how many other characters. Of course, why not, a tale with my favorite: Tyrion. But George had already put other women in the dwarf's bed. So I thought of writing a less plausible story, perhaps a fuck between Jamie Lannister and Brienne of Tarth - something along more sadomasochistic lines, where at each moment one of them would be the dominant and the other the dominated. Like a fight of swords.
I imagining the scenes, the references to the surrounding of that saga, I even felt ashamed of not being up to the standards of George's work, but I was also excited thinking how it would be... She fucking Jamie, someone she didn't like very much.
I started to write while I was still finishing reading the Feast. I even avoided watching the TV series just so I wouldn't be influenced by the characters. I preferred to imagine each figure, each place, dress or armor. But I could, I could go beyond Martin, I could expose all the naughtiness. It is undeniable that the dystopia of the stories mixed with a good dose of libertinism enchanted me even more.
I became addicted, contagious with the idea of writing a new story, as always happens to me, I mixed my life with the stories in those books, as if I were there, living there. I was getting stimulated, even more than excited, started masturbating, imagining the scenes.
Only this time... This time it was different. At least I felt different. I don't know how it happened! I don't know if it really happened? I only know that one night I fell asleep, or did I fall, I only remember the last look in a mirror. The fact is that for me it happened, it didn't even seem like a fantasy...
LIARUS -
I woke up sitting on my side, feeling a freezing cold, I tried to get up... It was only then that I realized, my arms and legs were bound in iron chains. It was strange, even for a dream it was strange, because it smelled, a musty smell, not to mention that I felt a tremendous cold.
I stayed to my knees and stood up startled, only then realizing I was barefoot. Stepping on a floor of polished black stones, chains held me to a wall of the same dark color. There was only light in the center, the sun coming down through a window.
I was wearing a kind of gown, a coarse semi-transparent fabric with long sleeves that covered me just below the waist. It couldn't be real, it was too surreal, it had to be a dream!
I screamed in fright, but if it was a dream it was a very different one, because I could hear the echo of my voice. I never had a dream like that. I stepped on the stones, I felt the chains, the straps binding my wrists and ankles. The coarse fabric pinching my back.
"Have anybody there?"
I talked walking towards the light, just to get away from the cold that was freezing my bones. As soon as I reached the center of the light I could hear the clatter of irons on the other side, I couldn't see, but it was obvious that there was someone else in that place.
"Who is it?"
"Me?! Yvam... Yvam Liarus."
"Who? Yvam? Where! Where is here?"
"Do you still no memory, Khyra?"
"Khyra!"
"Calm down, girl."
"My name isn't Khyra, my name is Alice, Alice Aoi."
The sound of chains and suddenly a naked guy in front of me, on the other side of the circle of light. I could hardly believe my eyes: medium height, half bald and bearded, and most embarrassing, his penis dangling like a pendant. Besides the bizarre place, there was now a man in front of me, and a naked.
His eyes were shining, like a man's when he sees a beautiful woman in front of him, which wasn't exactly my case. Only his gaze became even more suspicious. Every woman knows when men get like this, I knew it. I imagined that he hadn't seen a woman in a long time. It scared me, I didn't even know where I was, even more so with a guy who was kind of a pervert on the other side. Thankfully, he was also chained up.
"They brought you here yesterday, said you didn't want it, and left you here to see if you change your mind... Or else..."
"Or else what? What don't I want? I don't understand, I'm not from here. Where is here?"
"The Keep, the Red Keep, King's Landing, girl!"
