Daris III: Making the best out of a test

2 AC, King's Landing

It took the next morning for the events of that dinner to really hit me in the face.

Between Aegon's infertility (and quite possible depression) and the offer I was soon 'forced' to accept, I could tell these days were going to be telling of how this was going to be handled. Let me be clear, Visenya and Rhaenys were hot women. Hot but... dangerous. And were the sister-wives of the King. And they had dragons. And swords. And I was a glorified Super-Accountant. Yes, yes- I know I was underestimating my own knowledge on the topic, but it takes a while to fully grasp the notion I was meant to bed and bred the two women.

And that notion was so fucking HAWT! I wasn't shy to admit that I wouldn't mind going for it because this was a golden opportunity, but my common sense was something that kept a leash at my own lustful wants. Let's be honest here, I respect Bill Burr's view on what a Dick represents to a man: "A Dick is like a dreamer. It will always tell you that you can do everything if, by the end of what you plan to do, there's pussy to fuck." And as much as the Dream is cool, the coolness does little if you fuck things up. There's no amount of 'sorry' and 'help me, mommy' that can spare you from an execution.

Plus... I kind of found the entire fact the king was going to watch kind of awkward. I get it, the guy didn't want to make it weird for himself. But that didn't mean I was fine with Aegon to make it weird to me. I was upset about it, but I respected it. And I hoped this wasn't the prelude for some butt-play because that's where an execution sounded more pleasant to me.

I could tell the new day was different from the others when I realized that something was missing. And it was the kind of 'missing thing' that made life somewhat easier and yet empty. Rhaenys didn't come by to pester me. This wasn't good news. This was definitely a telling sign to be prepared about. I knew for a fact the girl hadn't skipped meeting with other victims of her usual 'pestering', but she had purposely dodged me. Which means a lot and I was ready for any sudden invitation coming from the King or her, or even Visenya in that regard. Would Visenya even invite me? Did she even want this?

Looking at her background, her personality and her relationship with Aegon... I couldn't help but feel a bit sad for her. She didn't need this sort of shit, but fate is a bitch and she was known to slap bitches when needed. Using the thought of a very miffed Visenya slapping the crap out of Lady Fate back and forth, I managed to find the inner strength to show no genuine unease for the hours of work. There was no convening of the Small Council, but I had a meeting with Lord Daemon Velaryon, the Master of Ships, regarding the budget of the fleet.

Ever since the war had concluded, it had been troublesome to find funds to fully maintain the entire fleet. I tried my best by offering a 'cycling strategy' to put half of those active for six months before giving the next turn to the inactive ships. He deemed it too ineffective, and I took this criticism with respect as he was more experienced in these businesses than I was. Still, I could tell we 'cracked the code' when we realized we could just keep the seamen fully trained and have them perform activities with the ships every three months for a month.

It would have allowed for the men to be hardened for combat and also keep the ship active for long enough to prevent any issues with the wood or with the demanding budget of keeping the fleet permanently active. I was a bit tired from that meeting and I had eaten just a bit before wandering off to my living quarters to rest a bit. Without Rhaenys around, I managed to get through the paperwork faster and thus I had nothing else to do in my office.

When I came to my bedroom, I was greeted with the winking eye of the guard standing outside, and... two whores that were quite naked, horny and waiting for me. I asked a few questions as I greeted them. Their names? Alis the fiery redhead and Kaenna the mature mistress of Dorne. Hot, lovely, and they had been paid by Aegon.

...

I admit that I should have expected one last test. It didn't take me long to understand what kind of test this was: Alis was Rhaenys due to their mutual childishness which was less present in Alis due to her experience in getting paid for sex, while Kaenna was like Visenya except she never went to war and was a tad bit softer and chiller than her counterpart.

Part of me wanted to just push them off the room and be done with this, but I had two issues that came by doing it: 1) I could be called a sword-swallower for ditching a double strawberry-choco combo; 2) I would get my shit pushed in by Aegon for making him waste money (that I had worked hard for him to have and keep) into two whores that did nothing with me.

So, I had to do it but... with my own conditions.

"Listen, I think this is a bit of a sudden situation and while I normally wouldn't do this, I believe I can treat you two ladies to a nice time for as much as this is mutual," I explained calmly, slowly starting to undress. "So, here's the deal: you tell me what you like, and I will try to keep up. In bed, I'm not your client, I'm not the one that paid you, I am the one that seeks to love you, to bathe you with care and affection. I can't promise you romance, that I believe would be foolish of me to provide, but I believe the three of us can have quite a lot of fun if we all enjoy it. Deal?"

The two girls shared a surprised look, then a smile and then nodded at me before staring at my now exposed length. I could see their mouths watering at it. I wasn't excessively big, but I was big. And I guess I missed having that sort of wanton look aimed at the source of some of my physical pride.

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"Deal," The oldest replied and it was... game!

Now, I had to admit one thing. Training my body did little to get my sexual stamina up to shame. This body was a virgin one due to how many years I wasted studying local economics and handling a comfy rise to a good position. I hadn't expected to become a Master of Coin, but this didn't mean I was willing to let go of the post. Oh no, I was willing to fight for it if it came to some claimant to be better than me in the role. Still, back to the situation at hand, I wasn't exactly going at the expected pace I wanted to. I was slightly slower to not burn my stamina too fast and... the girls were mostly in charge.

Well, 'sorta' in charge. They had the choice of which position to try out, and I would go for it. And they would take it all. If I was to be subjected to clean whores, then I was going to at least play it like the proper gentle-fucker I was. And by 'gentle-fucker', I didn't mean fucking them slow and nice, but fucking them rough and fast when they wanted, when their cunts tightened around my length so lovingly that their moans would be genuine and impossible to hide. I missed this a lot, and I made sure to 'thank the girls a lot' for it. After four hours of intense pussy-fucking, tits-teasing, ass-fingering and cuddling, the three of us were enjoying the last few minutes of service by resting in bed. No one was sleeping, but we needed to catch our breaths after what we went through. It was there that I noticed something interesting that sex wouldn't have ever highlighted.

"You can read?" I asked out of curiosity and Kaenna nodded as she had picked one of the small books I had bought to read before going to bed. I would read a bit and then fall asleep, tiring my mind properly rather than let the headaches of my workplace drag me into nightmares.

"Aye, Ser Daris. Reading has been a subject taught to us by our mistress," The dark-skinned beauty admitted, a pretty smile on her face. "Why? Do you like clever girls more than dumb ones?"

Alis scoffed. "I can read and write, I'm just bad at math."

"While you are not bad at math, Kaenna?"

She shook her head. "Nay, I am good with numbers to a degree."

That gave me an idea to make this more... interesting for us all. "Say, this is aimed at the two of you. What do you think of a job which involves reading, writing, doing math, but getting paid handsomely for it?"

The redhead hummed throughtfully. "I guess that would be easier and have no obsessed clients to endure. But who would want to offer us that?"

"I think Ser Daris was indirectly offering us that job, sillyhead," Kaenna remarked, causing the younger whore's eyes to widen as she looked at me with hopefulness.

"R-Really?"

I nodded. "I suppose I should first convince your mistress. Would half-a-year worth of services for each convince her to let you go and let me hire you?"

"Obviously," Kaenna replied. "But then, Ser Daris, does this mean you wish for us to be... your assistants?"

"That would be the case, yes."

"Only your assistants?" The dark-haired woman remarked. "Nothing more?"

I quickly caught on to that. "You want me to have you both as my mistresses too?"

"Can we?" Alis pressed giddily. "Ser, I wouldn't mind warming your bed from time to time~."

"And it would be like being married, minus the nag of romance."

"What about pregnancies?" I argued and the girls nodded.

"We are taking steps to prevent unwarranted ones," Kaenna assured, a teasing smile resting on her lips. "However, if Ser so decided to have us bear his children-"

"Would you take care of them?"

"Them and you both. What kind of man would I be if I allowed the mothers of my children to be treated unfairly?" I rebuked truthfully, both women looking slightly surprised at this, with both smiling at that response.

"...Alis, I think we found gold."

The redhead merely giggled at her fellow 'former' whore, and I could tell I got myself two hot and loyal assistants from that.

Paying their mistress the expected toll proved to be easier on my finances than I had expected. They got paid a lot by the king due to their reputation, but their general tariffs were low and the yearly price was surprisingly little compared to my own estimation. Truth be told, the whores-related economy seemed to have just started to gain momentum. What with the Conquest and the various crazy shit that happened, not many people were keen to go for whores. Now that the conquest was over? The business was starting to pick up, but it would take years to get to the point it was going to make a difference. Still, I got two assistants which wouldn't mind getting rammed hard during free time out of this whole ordeal, and I couldn't ask for more.

...

And now I could just imagine Aegon's face the moment he noticed the two test-whores he sent to gauge me were now my assistants.

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AN

Rule 96 of the Master of Coin by Daris Grafton: You have to know how to turn a small profit into a big profit in all possible occasions. If you are given an apple, make it a bountiful tree; if you have a coin, make it a mountain of those; and if you're given a pussy to fuck, then turn it into a woman that will lust after you and be loyally able to show her skill without hesitation.

Next time, there will be no tests, and it will be the first night... for fun~ (and talk)!