"Lord Stark?" he asked of his Thralls, for while he had captured the man's mind a few days ago he was not exerting any control over the Warden of the North as of yet. The man was far. too rigid, and honour bound that if he started acting out of character it would be too much of dead giveaway that something fishy was going on. He would only use his control at the appropriate time and with due concern to make sure that the actions of the Hand of the King and the Lord Regent as he would become, were in line with reality and were accorded due respect and most importantly obedience.
"He still flails and stumbles about, ineffective in his ability to play the Game of Thrones" Varys summed up with evident scorn in his voice.
"He is wracked by guilt and cannot decide if it is the right thing or not to tell Robert, he is overly concerned about the fate of Queen Cersei and her children if he should tell King Robert," added Littlefinger, his voice smug and confident sounding.
"Well, he is too late to do anything about it anyway, Lord Tywin has arrived at the head of his army, Lord Stark is effectively trapped" he added, reclining comfortably in his rooms in Littlefinger's brothel. The work was progressing on his chambers beneath the Red Keep, like King Maegor the workers who were diligently striving to create his new home, he would make sure that they would never speak of the work that they were carrying out.
And as an added bonus they were providing him with a regular supply of meals, an excellent outcome to his mind. The furnishings and fittings were to be of the highest quality of course, and he would need a small staff to clean and manage it. A few maids would do, seconded from the staff of the Red Keep and properly mazed and hypnotized to guarantee his safety. Much work was also underway to properly secure his quarters and also to provide him with several emergency escape routes as needed. For it ever was provident to be paranoid, as he had learned many the time.
The naked stone of the hollowed-out chambers would have what was in effect brick and slate roofed single story buildings built inside them, the spaces between the walls and roof would be filled with sand, to deaden noises, a feature he had found to be very useful in many of his habitations. He had not of course selected this particular method, merely told Littlefinger that a means of deadening and lessening sounds escaping from his lair was a requirement.
It was the master builder who had come up with this solution, and he had been promised an additional ten gold dragons by Littlefinger at his suggestion, should this prove to be effective for deadening sound. Of course the Master Builder would never live to collect his bonus, instead his blood would go to feed his life and his bones to the bottom of Blackwater Bay, alongside those of his workers.
"The Golden company and our three intrepid Targaryen?" he asked, sipping on a glass of red wine, savoring its taste, one thing about Planetos was that it had much, much better wine that carth
"They have set sail from Pentos and are expected off the Stormlands within the next moon, no later" Varys replied smoothly.
"Good, my plan is proceeding well enough, now it is time to ensure that our new Royals receive the proper reception and are welcomed back to their true home."
They discussed a few more items before he dismissed them, it was still midafternoon and he had no particular want to leave, the opposite in fact.
Calling with his mind he commanded his current favorite whore to attend to his needs, and a few minutes later the northern whore Ros entered the room, padding over to him with her. head bowed and knelt down before him.
She was as talented and she was beautiful, a more full-figured girl that had the most muscular arsehole that he had fucked in a long time, able to grip and squeeze at his cock with a level of fine control that he had rarely, if ever seen. A salacious tongue and an ability to deep throat with nary a sign of trouble and it was easy to see how Ros had become his favorite. That and the sheer amount of sass that the girl had radiated from the moment he had first met her.
And in return he had kept his flesh under strict control, fucking Ros with the passion of a man, only relying on the wamphyri side of him for stamina, and he had found in Ros a near perfect bed partner. Of course he did not restrict himself to Ros, even in the brothel, and Ros knew it and whatever problem she had with it had been easily dealt with by his mentalism.
The girl was not just a good fuck, she had a rather smart head on her shoulders, and if he was honest, he was becoming rather enamored of the girl, something which happened to him from time to time, he would grow fond of one of his female companions and he would tarry a while, sometimes a few months, in some cases even two decades. But as always, he would move on, for there was always younger and more nubile flesh to explore and spoil, and staying 'faithful', even with the most generous interpretation of that concept, was alien to one of the wamphyri.
He would grow tired of Ros, of that he was sure, but it was, as always, fun while it would last. And he was even considering making Ros the head of the brothels in Kings Landing that Littlefinger owned, once that greasy little cunt had outlived his usefulness. The girl seemed to be clever and ruthless enough for the work, and it would be a delicious irony if a former whore took over Littlefinger's network of fleshpots.
"Ros" he husked at the girl, still sipping at his wine.
"Master" she husked back at him, lifting her eyes to meet his, her hands working to remove the see-through shift that was the standard working uniform of the whores in this, Littlefinger's most upmarket and expensive brothel.
He did not need to say any more or to command the girl, who shuffled forwards on her knees to nestle between his spread legs, her hands working to free his rapidly hardening cock. Ros dug a hand into his trousers and extracted his balls, gently hefting them and lowering her head into his groin to nuzzle them and lavish them with tiny kisses and licks.
She trailed her mouth up his hard shaft, marking her progress with a series of feather light kisses and licks, until she reached the head of his cock. With a wanton moan she engulfed the head with her lips, a satisfied groan escaping from her well filled mouth as her lips and tongue worshiped him with well-practiced licks and laps of tongue and coordinated movements of lips back and forth over the ridge of his cock head.
He moved to get more comfortable and let Ros display her considerable cock sucking skills, watching as she lavished his cock with a level of attention and love that was probably unmatched in the thousand years of his life as a wamphyri.
Deeper and deeper Ros took him, seemingly without trouble, until she reached her maximum depth, and then she started up her regular rhythm, taking him as deep as she could with every swallow, up and down, never removing his cock fully from her mouth, twirling tongue and sliding, twisting, pouting lips salaciously worshiping his cock head on every upstroke.
Despite the control his vampire gave him over his emissions he could barely control his release when Ros sucked him off like this, and he shuddered as he came explosively into the whore's mouth, who as ever dutifully swallowed very drop of his seed.
After cleaning him off with lips and tongue Ros sat back on her heels and gave him and smoldering look of pure lust, and he smiled right back at her, they would be spending an enjoyable few hours together, of that he was absolutely certain.