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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Victarion_Greyjoy/Talbert_Serry
  Character:
      Victarion_Greyjoy, Talbert_Serry
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Sexual_Slavery, Humiliation, ASoIaF_Kink_Meme, House_Greyjoy,
      Pirates, Rare_Pairings, Size_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-06 Words: 716
****** Victarion's New Salt Wife ******
by complexphoenix
Summary
     Victarion takes Talbert Serry (the guy he defeated in 'The Reaver'
     chapter of A Feast for Crows) as his salt wife.
It was one thing to defeat an enemy, another to dishonor him.
Dishonoring him was the fun part.
Talbert Serry was a comely youth by any measure, and Victarion Greyjoy's blood
was up after his victory. Fucking the dusky woman had gotten stale, and he was
in the mood for fresh flesh.
After he pulled the lad back up out of the water, he grabbed him roughly by the
arm and dragged him down to his cabin. He took a fistful of his tunic and
ripped it clean off, exposing the lithe musculature beneath. The boy gasped.
"My lord..."
"I've decided to make you my salt wife. Don't fight. You'll make those wounds
worse."
Serry squealed as Victarion ripped off his pants. "No! Please, my lord, I will
serve you in any other way you desire, but not this, I beg you, do not - "
He lost his breath when Victarion turned him around and slammed him against the
cabin wall. The Captain was twice as big as the lad with three times the
muscle, and it was easy to force his legs apart and shove a finger up his
asshole. It was a tight, perfect pink thing surrounded by smooth white flesh,
with only a few fine wisps of hair around it. Serry writhed and whimpered. "No.
Please, please no."
"Yes." Victarion replied bluntly, shoving in another finger and working the
tight flesh to loosen it just enough to get his manhood in. The lad squealed
and squirmed, trying desperately to escape, but he had too little room for
maneuver and was far too weak to throw the Iron Captain off.
With one hand he pinned Serry's wrists to the wall above him, and undid his own
breeches with the other, letting out the great big cock that ran in the blood
of his family, House Greyjoy's pride and boast for a thousand years. He kneed
his new slave's legs apart as far as they would go, slicked the head of his
cock with spit, and shoved it into that sweet young asshole.
Serry screamed and Victarion growled. The lad was powerless before the assault
as his cock wrenched in deeper, deeper into his most sensitive and vulnerable
place, crying like a woman as Victarion buried himself to the hilt,
intoxicating himself in the tightness and heat that he knew he was the first to
taste.
The air was full of the crude slap of flesh on flesh and the thud of flesh
banging on wood as Victarion took his pleasure without mercy, thrusting
ruthlessly inside the boy, his every nerve relishing his total victory and the
joy of plunder. He pulled out all but the head, then slammed his whole length
back in, over and over, as the soft flesh helplessly gripped and pulled on his
cock.
His orgasm ripped through his virile physique like the Iron Fleet though, well,
through the Shield Islands. Serry had gone hoarse and was reduced to panting as
tears and sweat ran down his lovely flushed face. When he released his grip,
his conquest fell to the floor, his battered asshole gaping wide with a copious
flow of seed and blood staining the planks. He tried to say something, but he
was too hoarse to get it out. Victarion sent for his thralls to see to Serry's
wounds, wash him, chain him to a nice cozy bed and give him some suitable
women's clothes to wear.
This was what it meant to be a true Ironborn. This was the true reason why they
paid the Iron Price: because there was always far more joy in a well-earned
rape than in any lifeless gold-price transaction with a whore. Victarion had
never felt more a true Man than he did while standing over the enemy he'd
vanquished with both his swords.
Later he made his pretty Talbert suck his cock under the table while he feasted
with his men in Lord Hewett's hall, then lifted his skirt and buggered him
again right there on the table, completing his humiliation in front of
hundreds. As soon as they were out of sight of land, he threw the dusky woman
overboard, knowing that his new salt wife would be more than enough to serve
his pleasure for a good long time to come.
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