Chapter 5
It was a damp morning at Harrenhal, a light rain fell from the sky as the rebel army went about it’s business in their camp. For the duration of their stay, Ned had taken up residence in the room he had fucked Elia and Ashara in. He was not alone.
The loud sounds of wet slapping and low moaning filled the room, as Ned pounded into Lady Alerie Tyrell’s prone body. She was face down on the bed, her head buried into the pillows as Ned fucked her, delivering several hard spanks to her shaking arse has he went. His red handprints were all over her massive arse, jiggling against his pelvis as he savagely rammed into her.
Ned looked over to the catatonic form of Lady Anna Henrietta, who lay next to them. His seed still leaking out of her gaping cunt and arse. His eyes then drifted to Janna and Mina Tyrell, who lay in similar states on the floor next to the bed.
They had been captured after the battle of Ashford. Robert’s forces had been defeated by the armies of the Reach. His dragon, a black and gold behemoth, had fought two dragons from house Tyrell, severely wounding one, before being forced to retreat. The armies of the Stormlands were on the run as the Reachmen chased them.
Luckily, Ned, Jon’s and Hoster’s forces had been able to intercept them. The Northmen’s wargs gave them unparalleled scouting ability, this had allowed the rebel forces to know exactly where Robert was.
Ned’s first taste of battle had been a terrible one. Flying over the field on Snowsong, alongside the Arryn eagles and griffins had given him full view of the battle. Ned had never been more horrified.
He had used Snowsong’s frozen breath to create a wall around the Reach’s cavalry as they charged into Robert’s rear. Then, sent in the armoured giants, with their scythe-like weapons, alongside Mormont and Ryswell heavy cavalry.
It was like watching farmers harvest wheat, if wheat could bleed and beg for mercy.
A very quick battle between Snowsong and Mace Tyrell’s fat green dragon had ensued. Snowsong came out victorious, sending her opponent dragon away with a torn wing, having raked one of her long horns along it. According to their scouts, Mace Tyrell’s dragon was now near grounded, so it could heal.
In truth, the battle was a quick thing. Once the enemy forces had seen their lord quickly and easily defeated, they realised how much the odds were stacked against them. They routed, leaving their camps behind.
Apparently, some of the lords were travelling with their wives, who had been left for the rebels to care for. Upon hearing that the rebels had his wife and sisters, Mace Tyrell had started to invade and pillage the Stormlands. Taking hostages of the people there. This had meant a number of Robert’s bannermen had left to return to their homeland. The loss in numbers wasn’t debilitating, but it also wasn’t insignificant.
Of course, all the hostages were treated with the respect their station deserved. Lady Alerie had come to him, to thank him for his kind treatment. They had gotten to talking…things escalated from there. In fact, they had escalated so much that Alerie invited her good-sisters Janna and Mina into his bed, along with her cousin lady Anna Henrietta. The ladies had become his bedwarmers in the short time they had been with him. A deep, dark part of Ned’s mind took great pleasure in beating his enemy, wounding his dragon, then fucking his sisters, his wife and her cousin for weeks as they screamed in pleasure and begged for more.
They certainly seemed to enjoy it when he gave it to them.
“FUUUUUCK MEEEEEE!! YOU’RE SOOOOOOO MUCH BETTER THAN MY HUSBAND!!!!” Alerie screamed into the pillows as he drove her to yet another climax around his cock. I’ll definitely need new sheets after this, Ned mused. There were large wet stains on the bed where Alerie and Anna lay, evidence of their pleasure and his own.
Ned gritted his teeth as he felt her cunt tighten around him again, driving him to his own end as he buried himself inside her, filling her womb with his seed…again.
He stayed fully sheathed inside her for a time. Looking over the four women. All of them were buxom, while he wouldn’t describe them as thin, they weren’t fat either. Their weight seemed to be concentrated on their tits, hips and arses, thankfully. Alerie was very pretty, with typical Valyrian features. Janna and Mina were very similar, both with lightly tanned-skin, light brown, curly hair and brown-green eyes. Anna Henrietta was the most beautiful of the group. She was gorgeous, with golden light-brown hair, high cheekbones and striking blue eyes.
All four women were his to use as he pleased…and please him, they did. After Ned finally finished shooting his seed into Alerie, he pulled out of her with a grunt, his seed dripping from her lips. She had fallen unconscious like the other three women, so Ned tried not to disturb them as he got off the bed and walked, naked to his desk.
Catelyn and Ashara had demanded that he write to them after every sexual encounter and tell them all about it. In this, Ned found that one of the most difficult things a person could do was write erotica. It’s like getting blood from a stone, he thought. Alerie and Anna sucked my cock together…it felt nice…No, they’ll want more than that. It was true, after the first few letters, his wives had written back, telling him to be more descriptive. Then they had given an example, by writing what they had done the night before.
It seemed his two wives were certainly keeping each other satisfied in his absence. Ned could not deny, the thought of his wives fucking each other, as they read about him fucking other women was an arousing one.
As Ned wrote, he heard footsteps coming towards his door. He let his mind leave his body and saw through Fang’s eyes, as his direwolf was standing guard at his door. Lady Sylvie, the leader of the Children of the Forest in his army was walking briskly towards his room, stopping only to give a few, loving pets to Fang. She was one of his oldest friends, she had even been his first and perhaps Brandon’s too.
She was beautiful, tall, with amber eyes, pale green skin, long, pointed ears and tightly braided, dark red hair. She wore a dark blue gambeson, breeches and leather boots. She knocked when she got his door.
“You may enter.” Ned called out. She opened the door and came inside, standing in the middle of the room. Her eyes drifted over the sweaty, nude women, strewn around before settling on Ned, unfazed by his nudity.
“Stark of Starks,” She greeted. “I was wondering why the chosen men weren’t guarding your door, now I see you’ve been enjoying our guests.” She chuckled.
“Yes, these southern women are a lusty lot. You should try some.”
“Oh, I intent to.” Sylvie said, walking to Anna Henrietta, still splayed over the bed. She took a fist full of the woman’s hair to pull her head up, then put two fingers into her well-used cunt. She pumped them in and out, drawing moans from the southern woman, before she withdrew them. Coated with Ned’s seed, she held them in front of Anna’s dazed eyes.
“Do you have any idea of the honour Prince Stark has afforded you?” She asked, “He has given you his seed. You could be carrying his child. A Stark child. A privilege I doubt you deserve.” With that, she began to lick her long, green fingers clean. Eagerly slurping up all of Ned’s seed on her fingers. She turned to Ned, eyes resting on his twitching cock.
“Do you wish me to serve you, Stark of Starks?” She smirked, then she walked over to him, knelt down and started kissing his cock head.
“Be quick about it then.” Ned moaned, placing his hands on her head, making her take his cock deep into her mouth as he began to pump his hips. He could hear her gagging around his shaft, yet she continued on. Diligently sucking her Prince, she started to undo the bindings of her gambeson, stripping it off, leaving her in her undershirt. She quickly drew back from his cock, to take the shirt over her head. Revealing her very toned physique and her large, firm breasts, sitting high on her chest, capped with hard, dark green nipples.
She inhaled his cock again, lips going all the way to the base of his shaft as she fondled his ballsack with her hands. “I love this cock!” She gasped as she took it out of her mouth to lick along it’s length. “I swear by the old gods, one day I will ask the Right of Continuation from you.”
Ned laughed at that. “I look forward to breeding you then, my lady.” The Right of Continuation was an old tradition in the North. If the female head of a great house was un-married, she could ask the Stark of Starks to give her an heir. She would not need to marry, so she would retain control of her house. Any child born from the Right of Continuation would not have any place in the Stark succession, but would not be a bastard. It would be as if the child did not have a father, according to the law. The Stark did have the right to refuse the northern lady, but the Starks have always been happy to help a lady in need.
Ned’s panting became more apparent, he was getting close, he could feel the familiar building of pressure inside him. “I think it’s time I brought this to an end.” Ned said, standing up. Sylvie got into a more comfortable position as she knelt. Ned placed his hands on her head and began to fuck her throat, roughly.
She took it without complaint, her big amber eyes looking up at him as he pumped in and out of her mouth, drool flowing from her mouth and landing on her bouncing breasts. Ned could see her eye’s watering and hear her gagging as the pressure came to a peak, he pushed as far as he could and let forth wave after wave of seed down her throat, she swallowed it eagerly.
Ned pulled out of her mouth and shot his last few ropes over her beautiful face, covering it as she smiled. Ned fell back into his chair with a sigh, they both sat, panting. Ned watched her large tits rise and fall on her chest as she cleaned his seed of her face, tasting it all.
“While I think you look more beautiful than ever covered in my seed, I doubt you should walk out of this room like that.” He said, getting up from the chair as it creaked.
“I would do it if you told me to, Stark of Starks…” she was trying to rile him up, to get him to bend her over his desk and fuck her till she passed out again. His cock was at her eye level, twitching. For a second he considered it…but no.
“Nice try, Sylvie. I don’t believe you just came here to suck my cock. So, out with it.”
She quickly got redressed and they walked out of his room, leaving the still naked women to their collective sex coma.
“Fang, guard the door.” Ned said, the Direwolf barked in affirmation, sitting on his hindquarters, his tail wagging.
“I came to discuss the state of our forces and what we lost in our last battle.” Sylvie said, as if Ned hadn’t been skull fucking her, minutes before. A grim look fell on Ned’s face. They began to walk down the corridor, to the steps of the tower.
“Yes,” he said, “tell me what we lost…”
“Thankfully, we haven’t lost too many men.” She began, “The Northern forces are still around forty thousand strong. The majority of our losses were in the cavalry, they rushed in to cover the retreat of the Stormlander forces. They got hit pretty hard by the Reach’s counter attack, that Tarly is a clever bugger. Fortunately, he didn’t account for you, Stark of Starks.” She eyed him with a suggestive smirk.
They walked through Harrenhal, talking of their forces. Walking along the walls, checking all of the watchmen. Over head, the birds of the warg counter-scouts flew. Always searching for enemy scouts, trying to spy on northern forces. They visited the smiths, seeing Dwarves ply their trade was always something Ned could appreciate. It was here where they found the Chosen men, so called because they were the best of the Ice guard. Chosen by the Prince of Winterfell to guard him and his family. All six of them were present, Cooper, Harris and Isaiah practicing with throwing axes and Hagman helping Perkins fletch arrows. Among them worked dozens of dwarves, manning the bellows, hammering metal or repairing tools.
“M’lord, M’lady.” Their captain, Harper said, noticing Ned and Sylvie had arrived. Harper was a big bastard, almost as big as Ned, with short black curly hair.
“Hello, Harper.” Ned greeted him. “Getting your armour fixed?”
“Aye, big fuckin’ Tarly mounted knight knocked me off my feet with a maul. Now there’s a dent in my breastplate, Dorkk’s fixin’ it good and proper.”
“Just once, could you boys not come back with big fuckkin’ holes in yer armour? I got better stuff to do!” Came a booming voice, from behind the forge. High smith-master Dorkk came waddling out, he had the typical ashen grey skin of the dwarves. He was bald, with a huge beard of coarse black hair that reached his belt. He was carrying a hunk of metal that could have once been a breastplate. There was a loud klang, as he dropped it at Harper’s feet.
“I can’t save it. I’ll have to make a whole fuckkin’ new one! You remember all the runes you had on it?” Then, he noticed Ned. “Ah! Ned! Sylvie!” He went over to greet them, “Lady Sylvie, your beauty could rival the finest gems mined from the northern mountains. It is like the very stars themselves hide away in your presence, for they know they will look dim in comparison.”
Sylvie smiled and curtsied to the dwarf, “You still want me to pose for you?” She said, with laugh. Dorkk had been asking Sylvie to pose for a statue carving for years. She always told him, “Soon, Dorkk”. Ned just knew she loved to tease people.
Dorkk made a show of acting shocked. “Ah! You wound me! You think I would only compliment you, so you would allow me the pleasure of capturing your beauty for future generations? For shame! Sylvie.” They were all chuckling around him, then he turned to Ned. “Ned, Ned my old friend, Could you tell these fools that I don’t have the material or the time to remake all their armour after every battle.” He indicated to the chosen men “Then, can you tell Sylvie that the greatest stone carvers of the North would have killed for a chance to carve a statue of her.”
Ned looked from Dorkk, to Sylvie, to the chosen men, “What he said.” The group laughed together some more. Then a messenger called Ned to a meeting with the rebel leaders.
Ned got to the main hall where they were looking over maps, seemingly having an animated discussion.
“We need to run the fuckers down!” Robert asserted, lightning crackling along his hammer, Foebreaker, thunder rumbling in the background. “With our combined forces, we can crush them! Right now, they’re pillaging my kingdom. We need to stop them before all of my armies abandon us.”
“How many have left us so far?” Jon asked, carefully judging the distance between Harrenhal and King’s Landing.
“Eight thousand, maybe more.” Robert grumbled morosely, taking a goblet of wine and taking a swig.
Ned put a hand on his friend’s shoulder “Perhaps not right now, Robert.” He looked at Ned, then put the goblet down. “I think, if we move fast, we could get to King’s Landing.”
“Perhaps…If we take king’s Landing, we can force the Tyrells into surrender.” Hoster said, “But we have the combined forces of four kingdoms with us, they will be slow.”
“Maybe split our forces?” Robert suggested, “Jon and I could lead one force to take back the Stormlands.” He took hold of the stag and falcon models, moving them into the Stormlands, towards the rose model. The he grabbed the wolf and trout, moving them to the dragon. “Ned and Hoster can lead the rest to take King’s Landing.” Hoster seemed amenable to the idea.
“No.” Ned responded. “We have only two dragons, they have Targaryen, Tyrell and Velaryon dragons. If we split up, they will be more vulnerable.”
“I agree with Ned,” Jon added, “Our strength is with each other, we just need to decide where to go.”
Ned began to place more dragon pieces on the board. “My scouts tell us the Targaryens have another army, amassing somewhere near King’s Landing. We can either wait for them here and defend from a castle.” He moved their armies to Harrenhal, “Or we can sally forth and take them in a pincer movement.”
Before they could discuss further, a brown-skinned Child of the Forest, with moss green hair burst into the room. “Sorry to disturb, my lords.” He said. “But the wargs have reported a massive host, lead by lord Connington coming from the south. Seems they have Velaryon dragons too.”
“So the Mad king has sent his hand to die.” Robert said with a smile as he gripped his hammer.
“Robert and I will mount our dragons,” Ned said, as they all left the room together “we’ll soften them up and give you time to get our troops in order.”
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Were it not for the fighting and the death, Ned would be having a nice time, flying on Snowsong in the morning. However, Ned was in a battle and he had to do his part. There was a certain amount of detachment when flying on a dragon above the armies below, it was very disconcerting. He could deal out death so easily, and the people on the ground could barely touch him. All they could do was run and hope the dragon didn’t aim for them.
Ned could see Robert having the time of his life, flying on his dragon, laughing as he threw his hammer at people below and summoned it back. Sometimes, I can’t understand you, He thought. Working with Robert, they had been able to see off the enemy dragons, though both Stormbreaker and Snowsong had been wounded and would need time to recover after the battle.
He noticed a Mooton banner, leading the royalist charge into a Dwarven line of pikes. You stupid fools… Ned thought. After their unsuccessful charge, Ned boxed them in with a wall of ice from Snowsong’s breath. They would have to surrender, or die. It was a tried and true method of the ice dragons. Use their breath to form walls around your opponent, leaving only one way out, then squeeze them with your own forces.
A horn caught Ned’s attention, it was the Winter wolves, they had broken the left flank. “Good lads-aggh!” The world took a sudden shift as Snowsong cried out under him. An unknown force knocked the wind out of him and sent him falling from Snowsong. He could see bolts of magical energy, arcing through the sky after Snowsong. Fucking magic! Ned thought as he fell.
The ground hit him about as hard as one would expect.
When Ned came to, he tasted blood, the world was spinning. He got up on unsteady feet and saw he was surrounded by war beasts, direwolves, bears, unicorns and the like. They were tearing the enemies around him apart. Ned saw the red mist and charged towards the enemy, he didn’t quite know where they were, but he was coming for them.
The first man got frozen solid by a blast of cold, the second got empaled by ice spikes Ned created. He threw Ice at another man-at-arms running at him, the sword cut through him like a knife through butter, sailing through the air and ending in the back of another man behind him. Then, three knights in full plate were yelling and charging at him all at once, their weapons raised to strike him down. Ned called Ice to his hand, the glowing blue ice layer forming around the blade, making it much bigger. Ned’s eyes turned from dark grey, to glowing blue, the eyes of an Other. Wordless, he swung the blade in a wide arc, cutting the three of them in half before they had time to react.
In the chaos, Ned tried to get his bearings again, before he was knocked down by a blast of light. Ned’s right ear was ringing as he looked up and saw a big warrior priest of the seven, standing over him, with his golden war hammer held aloft.
“Thank the Father for delivering you to me! Thank the Warrior, for giving me the strength to smite you! Thank the Stranger for carrying you from this mortal realm!” The priest swung his hammer down, just missing Ned’s head as he rolled to the side. He quickly froze a rising ice pillar into the ground, to push himself up. The priest swung again, this time hitting the pillar, smashing it to pieces.
Ned saw an opening and thrust Ice through his armoured stomach and out his back. “Your Stranger can have me, when he earns me!” He growled into the priests ear as he died.
Ned could feel his heart getting faster and faster, he looked down and saw the warrior priest had stuck a knife in the gap of his armpit. Ned grabbed the blade and wrenched it out, it glowed and shimmered, showing its enchantment. A red river of blood flowed freely from his side. His vision blurred, the ringing in his ears got louder, the noises of the battlefield died away and he suddenly felt every bone in his body breaking.
He fell to the ground with a cry. Not now, NOT NOW!! He could feel his vision expanding greatly, his hearing and smell more acute. His heart, thundering like the hooves of a stampeding horse. Ned looked to his hands and saw they were growing bigger, with fearsome claws, covered in coarse black fur. Ned let out a pained cry that became a loud howl, the sound seemed to fill the world. Men stopped fighting around him, entranced by the horror occurring in front of them. His body was shifting, changing, seemingly collapsing in on itself, then expanding rapidly.
Until, where once there stood man, now was there a monster from the depths of hell.
An eight and a half foot tall wolf-man creature, much bigger than a regular werewolf. With fur black as the night, teeth as long as daggers and glowing blue eyes.
Some brave soul threw a long spear at it.
The beast didn’t even flinch when it pierced his hide, the spear tip seeming to dissolve in its blood.
The men around it screamed, shat themselves and ran.
They didn’t run fast enough…
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When Ned awoke, he found himself in a clearing, with Fang licking his face. All of Ned’s body felt sore, like he had just after he took the trial of winter. That must have been a stress induced transformation, Ned surmised. Cregan’s book had warned him about such things. He managed to pull himself up and saw that he was naked and covered in blood. Thankfully, none of it seemed to be his, even the stab wound he should have had in his side was gone. Fang sat down next to him, looking at Ned as if he expected him to explain what he was doing out here.
Where the fuck am I? He asked himself, looking around and seeing trees, a river and a line of bloody body parts and viscera that, presumably, lead back to the battlefield. He washed himself in the river and summoned Ice to him. The blade flew to his hand at great speed.
Ned mounted his direwolf and set off for Harrenhal. If we won, our forces will be back there, if we lost… But Ned wouldn’t think about that right now. He could sense Snowsong was well, she was curled up with Stormbreaker in the ruins of one of the towers. Ned wouldn’t be surprised if she laid a few eggs in the future. When he got to Harrenhal, he saw Sylvie standing at the entrance to the camp, smiling at him while holding a cloak.
“Wargs saw you.” She explained. “While I would prefer you naked, have this.” She joked, while giving him to cloak to cover himself with.
“I take it we won.” Ned said as he wrapped himself up.
“The Hand’s forces were forced into retreat. We came out of it bloodied, but we won.” She smiled. “In no small part thanks to the unstoppable, massive werewolf that rampaged through their back lines, scaring the shit out of everyone…” she paused, looking at him inquisitively “Do you remember any of it?”
“Not really.” Ned responded, “I imagine I should talk to the others. But perhaps I should get dressed first.”
“I wouldn’t say you needed to.” She laughed.
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After a hearty welcome from Jon and Robert, Ned joined the feast that the rebels were having in celebration of their victory. All Harrenhal was alight with the sounds of feasting laughter and fucking. Ned had noticed there was nothing that got men and women fucking so much as near death experiences on a near constant basis.
He had made sure to visit all of his lords, the chosen men and captains of the Winter Wolves, toasting them all and thanking them for their deeds in battle. As Ned walked through Harrenhal, he saw camp followers walking around, making their money from the happy soldiers. He saw more than a few of the captured ladies of the Reach getting boisterous with knights and soldiers alike.
Seems they’ve taken after their Lady, Ned mused.
Children of the Forest were dancing naked but for some leafy coverings around bonfires in celebration of their triumph, sharing drinks and moments of passion with anyone close by. Eventually, as Ned was well into his cups, drinking ale and toasting the group of Ryswell men-at-arms he was drinking with, he saw Sylvie.
She was beautiful, wearing a practically see-through white dress, her feet were bare, her hair loose, falling in a crimson cascade down her back. She was walking straight towards him, holding a goblet of clear water with two hands. She offered it so him and he drank deeply, before kissing her roughly.
“I want you…” he growled, the wolfsblood running hot in his veins.
“Then you will have me, my Prince.” She said, with a knowing smile. “Follow me…” she lead him by the hand to the castle godswood. Where he had fucked Ashara and Elia. Only this time, Alerie Tyrell and Anna Henrietta were there instead, clad in the same garb as Sylvie.
“Where are your good-sisters?” Ned asked Alerie.
“We went looking for them, my Prince.” She said as she bowed her head, Always so submissive. “We found them in the forge…”
“Mina and Janna are with Dorkk and the rest of the smithy dwarves.” Sylvie cut in. “They seemed quite…attached to them.”
“Well,” Ned laughed, “they’re going to have work hard tomorrow, I think we can let them enjoy the lasses for a bit.” Ned looked the three women up and down. “Besides, the three of you should be able to compensate.”
Ned regarded the three beautiful women, in their see-through dresses, their hair loose. He watched their large breasts rise and fall with every breath as they stood, ready for his inspection. He could smell their arousal already.
Ned almost pitied Alerie, in most other groups of women, she would be the most attractive, with the best breasts. But, next to Sylvie’s and Anna’s perfect mammaries...She just couldn’t compete, he was pretty sure only Catelyn and Ashara could.
“Come here…” he ordered the women, stripping out of his shirt and breeches, standing naked in the godswood.
They immediately got on their hands an knees, crawling over to him. Once they were close enough, Ned took hold of them and positioned the women to face each other around his cock. All three women were looking between each other and his hard cock. Their large breasts were pushed up against each other as they embraced, their lips were inches away from his throbbing meat. Sylvie marvelled at the two southern ladies being completely dominated by the Stark of Starks.
Sylvie was on one side of his cock, Alerie and Anna were on the other. Ned thrust his thick cock between their mouths, pushing their heads together. Back and forth his hips went, his cock sliding between them as they sucked and licked his cock as much as they could.
"Come now, I expect better from you." Ned groaned as their tongues caressed his cock, their lips sealed to his shaft. They massaged him with their mouths as he moved them along his full length, from root, to head and back again.
Sylvie slobbered over his cock, coating it with her spit, knowing the women would need all the lubrication they could get. Alerie seemed to have the same idea as her, but she took the other side of Ned’s cock. Anna took to initiative, beginning to lick lower, sucking on Ned’s balls, breathing in his musk.
Alerie stuck her tongue out as Ned moved his cock head with force between her and Sylvie, Anna sucking his balls. Ned’s cock throbbed between the three women, as they moaned whorishly, lubricating his cock to the best of their ability. Sylvie wantonly sucked and licked his meat as Alerie hummed around it and Anna lavished his balls with her tongue as if they were the best thing she had ever tasted.
Under the assault of the three women Ned could feel his end fast approaching, he took Sylvie’s head and fully sheathed his cock into her throat, as she moaned. Ned could hear the sounds of her choking as he thrust deep into her throat. Alerie could only watch, in awe of the Child of the Forest, as her lips stretched around Ned’s massive cock and her cousin sucked his balls.
“Don’t worry, Alerie your time will come.” Ned panted, in the exertion of throat fucking Sylvie. “and don’t think i’ve forgotten you Anna.” he added. Alerie could only bit her lip, fidgeting with herself. Anna whorishly moaned in appreciation. Both the Reacher noblewomen’s cunts trembled in anticipation.
“UGGGH-MMPPPH!!” Sylvie moaned lovingly, as her slurping got louder and messier.
“Oof, you’re good, Sylvie.” Ned chuckled, pulling her face to the base of his cock, holding her there, her lips sealed around him. Anna pulled away from Ned’s balls to watch what was happening.
Sylvie whimpered and choked as the southern women watched Ned empty himself down her throat. Sylvie’s neck bulged as Ned’s massive cock pulsated against the walls of her throat, emptying his seed directly into the lovely Child of the Forest.
Ned sighed contentedly, then rested his hand on the back of Sylvie’s head, threading his fingers through her dark red locks as her eyes were somewhat dazed when he finished started to water, she spluttered around his cock. She choked and squirmed, but she stayed fully sheathed on his length as Ned watched her. Sylvie’s tongue slid out beneath his cock, tickling his ball sack as she twitched, desperate for air.
“Gods be good...” Anna spoke as she put a hand on the pale green expanse of Sylvie’s. “She must have been taking your cock for years.” Alerie noted, regarding Sylvie’s skill at servicing Ned.
“That’s it, take him all in.” Anna said, encouragingly.
After Sylvie shot off Ned’s cock, she smiled weakly up at him. “…Did I please you, Stark of Starks?”
“Excellent as ever.” Ned said, as Anna pulled Sylvie into a deep kiss as she grabbed Ned’s cock with one hand.
“Did you enjoy your meal?” Ned asked, cock throbbing as he saw the two women kissing.
“Yes, Stark of Starks…” she moaned as she pulled apart from Anna, Ned caressing her hair before he moved her aside. She pouted as Ned turned his cock towards the southern women. Brushing their lips with his tip as they gazed up at him in awe.
Their heads kept up a quick tempo, each going up and down his shaft, getting all the way down and back to the tip as Ned sighed contentedly. As one went down his cock, the other went up. Occasionally, they met at his head and made out around the tip of his cock, tasting each other and Sylvie on it. Their lips danced around his cock head, making love to it with their tongues.
Ned turned his attention to Sylvie, who had stripped out of her dress, baring her toned body to his gaze. His shaft throbbing in Anna and Alerie’s mouths as they continued, unabated. Ned licked his lips as Sylvie shivered, then rested his hands on Anna and Alerie’s heads.
He pulled their heads back and angled them up to him. “Open wide!” Ned ordered as he emptied himself all over their faces and cleavage. He shot a few ropes their mouths, they eagerly swallowed his thick seed.
“Fuck!” Ned sighed as he deposited the last of his seed on the southern women’s faces. They were both completely covered. Ned pushed their heads together, making them taste his seed on each other’s tongues. After a while, he pulled them apart, their large breasts rising and falling in their cleavage as they panted. With a loud pat, Ned slapped his wet cock on Alerie’s face.
“Go get us some wine.” He ordered. She began to wipe his seed of her face, “No! You’ll go out there marked by me.” Alerie trembled under Ned’s withering gaze, before the Lady of Highdarden got up and left the godswood, still covered in Ned’s seed.
“Now, you two, get back to work.” Ned ordered, gripping Sylvie’s hair, pulling her to join Anna on his cock. The two women wantonly sucking and moaning on his cock. Ned ripped Anna’s dress, showing her gorgeous body to the world, so he could grope both women’s breasts at the same time. After a while, a naked Alerie came back to them, with a skin of wine.
“What happened to you?” Ned laughed, admiring the bounce of her breasts.
“They thought I was a whore,” she began, standing awkwardly as she watched Ned getting fellated. “The soldiers said they’d only give me the wine, if I gave them my dress. I had to walk naked all the way back here.”
“Lucky them.” Ned laughed in response. He pulled Anna and Sylvie off him, before lying down next to the Weirwood.
“Come here and sit on my face Alerie.” Ned fixed her with his cold eyes, putting Sylvie and Anna back to slurping his cock. She quickly walked over to him, spun around and lay herself on top of him, her cunt just inches from his mouth.
Alerie moaned and twitched as Ned began to squeeze her arse cheeks, spreading them further apart. She shuddered with Ned’s cock in her mouth as he pushed his tongue into her cunt, Sylvie and Anna gazing up into her eyes with their mouths full of Ned’s testicles, slurping noisily as they drooled all over them. Sylvie had a mischievous look in her eyes as she left Ned’s balls, licking lower until the tip of her tongue drove into Ned’s arsehole.
“Well aren’t you an overachiever, Sylvie.” Ned laughed as he gave Alerie a few spanks, turning her arse red as she moaned around his dock.
“It seems she has much more experience at be a whore, cousin.” Anna chuckled, then yelped when she felt Sylvie’s hand strike her arse cheeks a few times, then she moaned when Sylvie stuck a finger in her arse.
“Anna, seeing as you say you lack experience in whoring, i’d say it’s time I gave you another lesson.” Ned growled, moving Alerie off him and standing up. He pulled Anna off his balls, pulling her up to him as he leaned against the Weirwood. Her large breasts bouncing as she was manhandled by the northerner. Sylvie practically tackled Alerie onto the soft grass, dominating the Lady of Highgarden’s mouth with her own, as she stuffed three fingers in her cunt.
Ned studied Anna Henrietta’s gorgeous face, her high cheekbones, her plump lips, her dazzling eyes, all framed beautifully by her luscious, golden brown tresses. He looked further down at her very large breasts, capped with large, pink nipples. Further still, passed her soft belly, to the patch of golden curls above her cunt. He could hear Alerie moaning as she pressed her arse back against Sylvie like a bitch in heat.
“Turn around.” Ned ordered Anna, she did as she was told and turned, revealing her soft arse. It wasn’t as toned as Sylvie’s, or as thick as Ashara’s or Elia’s, or as massive and fleshy as Catelyn’s, but it was certainly fun to fuck.
“Show me your arsehole.” Ned commanded. Anna arched her back, cocked her hips up to Ned, put her hands on her large arse cheeks and spread them for him. She even bent over, presenting herself to Ned’s eye, even more. Ned could smell her arousal, dripping down her thighs. Ned scooped her up into his arms, lifting her feet up to her head as his hands curled around the back of her neck. He held her in place for a few seconds, Anna trembling as her eyes locked onto his massive cock.
“HAHH AHHH FUCK!” Lady Henrietta screamed as Ned lowered her arsehole onto his thick cock. Her eyes rolled back as she jiggled and wiggled in his arms. Ned gripped one of her breasts, pinching her nipple as he began to thrust inside her arse faster and faster, eliciting more moans and squeals from the noble woman.
“SOO FUCKING GOOD!!” Anna cried she squirted from being rammed up the arse. Quivering and whimpering as Ned slammed into her, all strength leaving her body. Sylvie and Alerie untangled themselves from each other and crawled over to them. They both began sucking on his balls, coaxing his seed from them, both breathing in the heady sent of Anna Henrietta’s cunt. Ned could feel her arsehole tighten around him again, he started to give her a series of hard shallow thrusts.
“AAARGHH!! FUCK!!! FU-FHUGHHHHAAAAH!!!!!! UUUUGHHHH!!!!!!!!” Anna howled as wave after wave of her climax rippled through her entire being. Her large breasts bounced and quivered as she covered Sylvie’s and Alerie’s faces in her pleasure. Ned could feel her lose all resistance as she lost consciousness, her head flopping forward.
Her screams of pleasure echoed throughout the godswood, probably the rest of Harrenhal too. Ned thrust harder and faster, chasing his own end. He repeatedly slammed her body onto his cock, Anna was powerless to oppose him as he emptied himself into her arse.
They looked up at Ned in awe as his cock pulsed inside Anna’s arse, then dropped her comatose body onto the ground. She flopped down onto the ground with a thud. Suddenly, Ned threw Alerie towards Anna, forcing her face into Anna’s arsehole, she started licking Ned’s seed instinctively.
Alerie moaned into Anna’s arse as she felt Ned’s length fill her cunt completely. Ned wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing, to cut off her air supply. Then Ned, moved her off Anna’s arse and onto Sylvie’s cunt, who lay down next to her. She squealed into Sylvie’s cunt, her eyes watering as her vision went dark, Ned started smacking her arse again and again, drawing her ever closer to her end. Ned saw Sylvie, pull Alerie’s head up by her hair and slap her across the face a few times. That’ll do it… Ned thought, as he felt her cunt flutter around him. Alerie was brought to a shivering climax again.
Her screams were muffled as Ned pushed her deeper onto Sylvie and ploughed her even harder, drawing her end out even longer.
“I’M GOING TO FILL YOU, YOU SOUTHERN WHORE!!!” Ned roared as he thrust inside her cunt a final time. The lack of air and the pleasure was too much for Alerie, she still shook, even as she lost consciousness. The last thing she heard was Ned telling Sylvie to lie on top of her so he could fuck her too.
“By you command, Stark of Starks…” Sylvie giggled as he climbed on top of the quivering Alerie. Loud smacks echoed throughout the godswood as Ned swatted her toned, green arse, earning whimpers and moans from the Child of the Forest. She acted like a bitch in heat, so Ned was going to fuck her like one. He pushed his cock deep inside her, making her cry out in pleasure. Ned’s fingers working to draw out ever ounce of pleasure her body could give.
“OHHHH…FUCKKK…N-N-NED!!” Sylvie screamed
The deeper that Ned thrust, the harder Sylvie screamed and gripped Alerie, who lay beneath her. Ned grabbed onto her dark-red locks as he fucked her from behind. The prince ploughed her hard as she shook around him, trying to milk his cock for all it was worth.
"What was it, you said about the Right of Continuation?" he asked, panting into her long, pointed ear as he took his bitch like a wolf.
"I WANT-UGHH! I NEEEED YOU TO BREED ME!!" Sylvie screamed, trying to thrust her arse back into him as she completely lost herself to her passion.
Ned pressed his thumb into Sylvie’s arsehole. Ned’s hard thrusting rewarded him with the sight of Sylvie coming to a magnificent end on his cock, her cunt shivered around him as her release leaked onto Alerie’s arse. She collapsed on top of Alerie, prone.
Sylvie closed her eyes, savouring the feeling of Stark cock filling her cunt. Ned watched her arse ripple as he fucked her prone form on top of Alerie.
"I think this might just be the first time I fucked you on top of someone." Ned panted, pressing his mouth to her ear as he thrust inside her.
“No…there was…that time with the…Ryswell girl.” Sylvie responded, pushing back onto him.
Ned grinned at the memory, then leaned in and fucked Sylvie harder. His balls slapped against her cunt, the deeper he went, the more her cunt drew him in.
"Oooh… Gods, yes! STRETCH ME OUT STARK OF STARKS! FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED!" She screamed as Ned worked deeper and deeper into her cunt with each plunging motion. Again, Ned felt the familiar pressure building within him. His thrusts gained speed and force, causing Sylvie’s wails to climb higher and higher.
He thrust into Sylvie until he felt his balls tighten, he thrust himself deep inside her, all the way up to the hilt, filling her to the brim.
“Aghhhh… Fuck! Take it, Whore! Take it ALL!!” Ned roared.
“AGH-AHHHH! FUCKING BREED ME!! SEED! YOUR! WHORE!!!” Cried Sylvie in response. She clenched around Ned’s throbbing shaft, quaking and spasming on top of Alerie as her mind turned to white noise.
Ned stayed inside her for a time, making sure to fill her completely, before pulling his softening member from her, a river of his seed flowing out of her. He fell beside the comatose women, as they spasmed and twitched in pleasure. He gazed up at the stars as he heard the celebrations dying down in the rest of the castle.
He stretched out in the cool grass and allowed sleep to take him.
Allow yourself the pleasures, life offers you, Ned thought. For tomorrow, we may all die…