Chapter 8
Robb stirred awake after a restful sleep. Opening his eyes, he saw the dark curls of his betrothed: Rhaenys Targaryen. They were spooning together on his bed as they slept, with Robb’s arm wrapped around her front, clasping one of her massive breasts. Robb groaned as he lazily pressed his hips into her fleshy arse, earning a faint moan from Rhaenys.
Greywind was curled up in the corner of the room, with Rhaenys’ old, black cat lounging on the massive direwolf. Rhaenys had taken the cat with her from Kings Landing. He was called Balerion and he didn’t like many people other then Rhaenys. Though, the grumpy cat seemed to have a soft spot for Greywind.
Perhaps because he’s so warm… Robb mused.
He looked over his shoulder and saw Lynesse Mormont, formerly Hightower, lying on her back behind him. Her golden hair forming a halo on the pillow around her sleeping head, her large breasts rose and fell as she drew small breaths. The blanket had fallen to her waist, leaving the top half of her body bare.
Memories of the previous night washed over him: He had taken Rhaenys and Lynesse to bed and fucked them until well passed the hour of the wolf. His father didn’t approve when he and Jon fucked the wives of their lords. However, as Jorah Mormont had practically exiled himself, Robb chose not to worry about him.
Remembering how Lord Jorah exiled himself, he had been told his wife was visiting a brothel, he had burst in to see her eagerly fucking a man through a glory-hole. Luckily, he hadn’t seen that it was Jon fucking her. Distraught at his wife’s betrayal, Jorah had left Westeros and vowed never to return.
Their father had given them both, as they had both fucked Lynesse multiple times, a stern talking to about the consequences of cuckolding their lords. “A prince who acts like that is not a prince for very long.” He had warned them. They were younger and stupider. They wouldn’t have dreamt of saying no when a beautiful, older woman freely offered herself to them.
After that, Robb and Jon only targeted un-married women and widows for their conquests. Much to the disappointment of some married noble women. Robb chuckled to himself as he snuggled deeper into Rhaenys, who pushed back to meet him. They settled in for a nice, long morning snooze together.
The calm silence of their morning was broken when Robb’s younger twin, Jon came into the room. His large direwolf, Ghost came trotting beside him. Ghost padded over to Greywind, touching their noses in greeting.
“Morning!” Jon said, loudly, with a smile on his face as he went to the curtains of Robb’s room and opened them. There were times Robb hated his brother. The bright sunlight shone right onto the bed, making all it’s inhabitants bury their faces into the pillows.
“Argh! Fuck off Jon!” Robb groaned into the pillow as he hid his eyes from the light.
“Not today brother.” Jon chuckled. “Rhaenys it’s time for firebending practice.”
“No it’s not. It’s too early.” Rhaenys answered, burying her face deeper into the pillow.
“It’s nearly midday…” Jon informed them. Then silence.
“…Fuck!” Rhaenys shot up from the bed, wide awake. She scampered, nudely, over to the dresser to put some clothes on. Jon laughed as he laid a smack on her wobbling, naked arse. “Ow! Lecher.” Rhaenys mockingly stuck her tongue out at Jon, who laughed even more. It was their way.
Due to having to practice firebending naked, Robb knew they were comfortable with each others bodies. Robb had even shared Rhaenys with Jon multiple times, just as Jon had shared Val and Ygritte with Robb. They were twins, they could never betray each other. Jon turned back to look at the bed as Rhaenys hurriedly dressed in the corner.
“I see lady Lynesse shared your company last night.” Jon observered, Robb turned to the curvy blonde lying face down beside him, taking a handful of her pert arse.
“Yea, our whore put on quite the show.” Robb answered. “Didn’t I see you going off with Dacey, Val and Ygritte?”
Jon stretched his back. “Alys too. If you wanna feel sore the morning after, try fucking those four all night long.”
The twins chuckled together as Rhaenys walked over to them, wearing one of Robb’s shirts, a pair of breeches and brown boots. She leant down and gave Robb a kiss, also giving him a deep view of her cleavage.
“Love you. I shall see you later.” She said to him, the turned to Jon. “Shall we?” Jon and Rhaenys left the room, with Ghost quickly following them.
After a few moments, Robb rose from his bed and walked to a table, picking up a goblet of last night’s ice wine. He drank greedily from it, draining the cup and putting it back down before he returned to the bed. More accurately, returning to Lynesse. He pulled the blanket off her fully, showing her nude form to him as he got on top of her.
“It’s time to wake up now.” Robb told her as the head of his cock probed her cunt.
“Fuuuuck…” Lynesse moaned in response as Robb lifted her head from the pillow. He pushed her legs together and made her arch her back a little more, offering her pale arse to him.
SMACK!
SMACK!
CLAP!!
Robb’s hand struck her arse a few times. The pale flesh turning slightly red under his assault. Lynesse began to moan even harder, pressing her arse up, trying to take more of his cock deep into her cunt. Her put his hand on her upper back and leaned down, pushing her further into the mattress.
“You… are my whore…” he grunted, pushing his cock further inside her smooth tunnel.
Slowly, Robb felt himself go deeper inside her, inch after inch. Finally, he could go no further, his sword plunged fully into her sheath. Robb slowly, gently pulled back, then slammed fully inside her again. Lynesse’s moans and screams were muffled by the pillows as Robb relentlessly ploughed her. She thrashed and quivered as she came undone around him, bathing his cock in her warm nectar.
Robb continued at his rapid place, the loud claps of his pelvis against her arse-cheeks could surely be heard by the guards outside. The bed was rocking and straining under the force of their fucking. Yet Robb ploughed on.
He would not stop as Lynesse screamed and climaxed around him again and again. Not when she clawed the bedsheets and her legs kicked out underneath him and not when she begged from him to give her a child.
Robb’s eyes followed the pleasant ways her curvy body rippled as he fucked her. Waves of flesh would ripple from her arse-cheeks, through her body. It was a glorious sight to see: A beautiful, married noble woman submitting to his cock. Fucking another man’s wife gave Robb a perverse satisfaction. For a women to judge a night in his bed to be worth breaking her wedding vows she made before the gods… Few things could light a fire in him like a married woman who wanted to fuck him.
“Do you enjoy my cock, whore?!” Robb laughed as Lynesse quivered around his frenzied thrusts.
“YES! YES! I LOVE YOUR COCK!!!” She screamed in response as Robb started to spank her arse.
“Better!”
CLAP!
“Than!”
CLAP!
“Your!”
CLAP!
“Husband!?”
CLAP!
Robb’s question was punctuated by his strikes to her reddened arse.
“YES! SO MUCH BIGGER AND BETTER THAN HIM!”
“LOUDER!! They should be able to hear you at the wall!!”
“I FUCKING LOVE YOUR MASSIVE COCK! IT’S SOOOOO MUCH BETTER THAN MY HUSBAND’S!!! JORAH IS FUCKING NOTHING COMPARED TO YOU!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!” Lynesse ravings were cut short as her words turned into a wordless shriek as another climax shook through her body.
Feeling her cunt tightly clenching around him again sent Robb to his own end. His thrusts quickened in pace until he felt the pressure building in his cock become too much. He thrust as deep inside Lynesse as he could go.
“Take my seed. Slut!” He grunted as he painted her inner walls with his essence.
After spending a few minutes buried up to the hilt inside Lynesse, filling her with his seed, Robb withdrew from her womanhood. She let out a whine as his cock left her gaping cunt, his seed flowing freely from it.
Robb got up and smiled down at his lover, as she quivered and drooled onto the bed. Now that he’d had his morning fuck, he decided to get dressed and train with his brothers. He found a clean tunic and pair of breeches to wear.
Calling Greywind to his side, he left Lynesse still naked and panting on the bed as he walked through Winterfell. The castle was alive with servants making preparations for the king’s arrival. It had been almost two months since he had set off from King’s Landing, so he would be due to arrive any day soon.
After a quick stop at the kitchens to get some food for himself and Greywind, Robb made his way to the main training yard. He found his uncle Beric and uncle Arthur personally instructing his cousins Alfred, Osric and Jeor along with his younger brothers: Bran and Arthur. Sansa, Arya, Alyrianne and their cousin: Jeyne were practicing archery under Hagman and Ygritte’s watchful eyes.
“I see the young prince has risen from his slumber.” Beric called out as Greywind padded over to the other direwolves.
“I awoke to find Balerion curled up on my chest.” Robb lied. “I dared not move, fearing the wrath of that terrible beast.”
“A likely story…” Ser Arthur chuckled. “Pick up a sword and let’s get to it.”
It truly was a pleasure to be taught by ‘The Sword of the Morning’ and ‘The Blood Wolf’. The two men were peerless warriors. The few times Robb had seen them sparring had ended in a draw or very close victory.
They said that Robb’s father was also a match for Beric and Ser Arthur, if not their better, but Robb couldn’t believe that. He’d never seen his father training, his uncles were training every day. When Robb was a boy, he had asked his father if he was as great a warrior as they said, that he had slain countless foes in battle.
Robb had wanted to see his father in action, begging him to fight uncle Arthur. He only remembered his father smiling sadly, saying wars did not make one great, that people tended to exaggerate and that if the Gods were kind, he would never have to see his father fighting. The boys trained with swords for a time, as the girls shot arrows at their targets.
The other wards of house Stark filtered through the yard, taking up training too. It was a tradition for the noble houses of the North to send their sons and daughters to be fostered at Winterfell. The future lords of the North would grow up with their prince and the future ladies would be able to find matches that suited them. It was also a good way to have a representative of their house at Winterfell should the need arise. Even more had come to the seat of his house recently, no doubt wanting to be there when the king arrived.
Robb was sparring with uncle Benjen’s oldest son: Alfred. He was a year younger than Robb, tall and thin. Robb was better than him at combat, yet Alfred was too clever by half. Bran and Arthur paired up with Osric and Jeor. They were sparring and playing happily together for a few hours.
“Alright, you lot! Come here, i’m going to show you something.” Beric bellowed to them. They all gathered around Ser Arthur, Sabrina and Beric, who held up a pouch and took some kind of sparkling dust out of it. “This is Dimeritium. Can anyone tell me what Dimeritium is?”
“Somehow, it disrupts magic. Throwing Dimeritium dust at someone makes it difficult to cast spells or magically transform into something.” Alfred answered confidently.
“Correct.” Ser Arthur said. “It can be used to disrupt a magical opponent. Sabrina and Beric will demonstrate how to use it in a fight.”
They all began to watch as Beric and Sabrina sparred. She would hurl magical energy at Beric, he would dodge and attack. Eventually, he threw Dimeritium dust at her. Sabrina fell, choking to the ground, her magic useless.
“Now that you’ve seen how it’s done.” Sabrina said after she recovered. “We want you to split off into pairs and try to use it one each other.”
Robb wondered what Jon was doing, as he picked up a pouch of Dimeritium and paired off with Alfred.
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Earlier that day
Jon felt a heavy weight lying on him as he was roused from his slumber. He had yet to open his eyes but he assumed it was some woman, it usually was. He felt a body to his left and another to his right, they were likely to be Val and Ygritte Ryder.
Wasn’t there another as well, last night?
He had been betrothed to the Ryder twins for some time. They were to be married before the year ended. His parents had given him the choice of which to marry. They’d been quite surprised when he told them he’d been fucking both together and that he would marry both.
His mother, Cat had laughed, saying he was definitely his father’s son. As if the looks, build, mannerisms and voice weren’t enough of a clue. Eventually, the feeling of being trapped on all sides became too much. He needed to get up and walk around. So, Jon opened his eyes, blearily and surveyed his room.
To his right, his saw the wild mess of thick, red curls that only resided on Ygritte’s head. Kissed by fire. She was the youngest and most vivacious of the Ryder siblings, as well as by far the shortest. She stood at just over five feet tall, whereas Val, her twin, stood at five feet and ten inches. Ygritte often joked that Val stole all her height in the womb, as well as he mother’s hair. Right now, her face was buried into the crook of his shoulder, with Jon taking a generous handful of her toned arse.
He looked to the woman lying on top of him and found Dacey Mormont’s dark tresses. Jon realised he was still balls deep inside the warm embrace of her cunt. He gently thrust his hips up, earning a moan from Dacey as she nestled on his chest.
To his left, Jon saw Val’s straight, honey-blonde hair that went down to her waist. Much like her sister, she was cuddled up to Jon’s side, intertwining her legs with his, pressing her large breasts against him.
Wondering where Alys Karstark was, Jon turned to look around the room. He found her naked and splayed out on the table, with his seed dripping from her cunt. Ghost was looking at him from his corner in the room. Jon smiled at his white direwolf, who soundlessly put his head down and went back to sleep.
Deciding that he’d spent long enough in bed, Jon started to get up. Much to the unhappy groans of the women comfortably snoozing around him.
“Urrgh, fuck off…” Dacey grumbled as Jon shifted her off him.
“Jon?” Ygritte groaned as he climbed over her.
“Time to wake up.” He said, pinching her nipple, earning a moan and a giggle from his red haired lover. “What sort of sworn protector are you? What would happen if an assassin tried to kill me right now.” He asked her. As Ygritte was a member of the Ice Guard (their second best archer), Jon had chosen her to be his sworn protector.
“I’d tell them to bugger off.” Ygritte grumbled as she turned over on the bed.
Jon chuckled and walked naked over to wash at the basin, nearly tripping over Ygritte’s Ice Guard armour. His bare feet were certainly thankful for Winterfell’s heated stones. He turned back to see Ygritte, Val and Dacey were sleepily snuggling together on the bed, with Alys still on the table.
Deciding to leave them be, he got dressed, giving a kiss to each of them before he went, with Ghost following behind.
It was early morning and Winterfell was beginning to stir from it’s slumber. Jon made his way to the main hall, where he would find food and the castles other early risers. Daryn Hornwood, Cley Cerwyn and Alyn Seawolf provided lively conversation as they broke their fast together at the long table.
All the houses of the North sent their sons and daughters to foster at Winterfell. They would grow together, play and fight together. The hope was that they would form lasting bonds and close friendships. As far as Jon was aware, that seemed to be going well.
Their meal was one of Jon’s favourites: poached eggs with burned bacon and toasted bread with a healthy dose of butter. The cooks had added spices from Dorne that Jon’s other mothers had introduced to him and his siblings. He ate and drank with his friends as he savoured the flavourful food.
Ghost tore into a whole turkey and a lamprey pie that the cooks had brought out for him, though that still didn’t stop him from trying to nip food off Jon’s plate. Daryn mentioned that the king was likely to arrive within a few days.
“How’d you reckon that?” Jon asked.
“Father wrote a few weeks ago, saying the King and his party had stopped at our home for a time.” Daryn answered over his tankard of ale. “It takes over a week to get from there to Winterfell. It’s been nearly three since I received the letter.”
“But he’s got over hundreds of followers with him, slowing him down.” Alyn cut in. The brown haired Seawolf tore some bacon away and threw it to Ghost, who caught it in his mouth. “It could take them even longer to get here.”
“Care to wager on that, Seawolf?” Daryn smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Ten golden dragons says they’re here before the week is out.”
“Deal.” Alyn answered confidently.
“Ohhh, what am I going to do with ten gold dragons?” Daryn chuckled. “Who’s that whore you like? Ros? I might pay her a visit and fuck her better than you ever could.”
“In your little dreams Hornwood!” Alyn laughed.
“I reckon the king’ll be a sight to see.” Cley said, trying to stop Daryn and Alyn’s japes devolving into a fight… Again. Though, they were drunk that time… and that other time..
“I heard the king and prince Stark fought back-to-back at the Trident, killing the mad bastard Rhaegar together.” Alyn said. Jon knew Alyn had always been interested in the war stories of his father.
Jon supposed his father’s story was one every son of a cadet house wished for themselves.
“Do you think the king’ll ask your father to be Hand?” Daryn asked, as Ghost snuck up behind him and stole an egg off his plate.
It was pretty common knowledge that the king would ask his father to be Hand of the king. What other reason would he come all the way to Winterfell for? Even if it made sense, Jon didn’t put much stock in common knowledge as it was often not as accurate as many would hope. Neither his father, nor his mothers had told him or his siblings about any offers the king had made, so Jon was happy to wait and see.
“I do not know.” Jon answered, finally.
Their conversation moved to other topics, training, the weather, eventually girls and Daryn’s apparent lack of success with bedding them. Jon cleaned off the contents of his plate and bid his friends a polite farewell as he walked off, with Ghost as his pale shadow.
As he walked through the corridors of Winterfell, Ghost started yipping and pranced ahead towards another hall. His mother’s wolf, Redmane trotted through the door and greeted her pup warmly.
Jon followed the wolves through the door and found his mothers: Princesses Catelyn, Ashara and Elia. Elia wasn’t married to his father, yet all the North treated her like she was, as she had been sharing a bed with him since before Jon was born.
His mothers were talking to Vayon Poole and the other stewards of Winterfell. Assumedly making preparations for king Robert’s arrival.
“Jon!” His mothers beamed as they walked over to him, drawing him into their arms. Jon towered over his mothers, certainly a strange feeling as he’d spent most of the beginning of his life looking up at them.
“You’re up early.” Elia observed.
“Yea. Yennefer wanted Rhae and me to practice out firebending early.” Jon explained.
“In that case, son of mine. You should go rouse Rhaenys and quickly.” Catelyn looked up at him, her hand on his shoulder.
“You must leave us to deal with all of Vayon’s questions about where to seat people and what to put in their rooms…” she smirked. “You know, boring stuff.”
“Now go. Don’t keep Yen waiting.” Ashara urged him. Jon bid his mothers farewell and turned to leave. As he walked through the door, he heard Ashara laugh “Yen never likes to be kept waiting…” earning a small laugh from his other mothers.
Eventually, Jon made his way back to the family wing of Winterfell’s main keep. Walking towards the big oaken door of Robb’s room, he passed two members of the Ice Guard standing at their sentry duty.
Jon opened the door to find Robb and Rhaenys still asleep on their bed, with quite a busty blonde woman beside them. They certainly have a type. Ghost padded over to Greywind, greeting his littermate by bumping their noses together.
“Morning!” Jon said, with a smile on his face as he went to the curtains and opened them them wide, letting the sunlight hit the bed. It was funny seeing them try to bury themselves in the pillows to hide from the light.
“Argh! Fuck off Jon!” he heard Robb groan into his pillow.
“Not today, brother.” Jon chuckled. Then Jon directed his attention to Rhaenys. “It’s time for firebending practice.”
“No it’s not. It’s too early.” Rhaenys answered, burying her face deeper into the pillow. Jon watched as her motions cause her sizeable arse to wobble and shake pleasantly.
“It’s nearly midday…” Jon informed them. Then silence.
“…Fuck!” Rhaenys shot up from the bed, wide awake, bearing her massive breasts to his eyes. She scampered, nudely, over to the dresser to put some clothes on. Jon decided to have a bit of fun with her, he laid a smack on her wobbling, naked arse. “Ow! Lecher.” Rhaenys mockingly stuck her tongue out at him, making him laugh even more. As Rhaenys speedily tried to get dressed, Jon turned to look at the bed.
“I see lady Lynesse shared your company last night.” He observered, as Robb turned to the curvy blonde lying face down beside him, taking a handful of her pert arse.
“Yea, our whore put on quite the show.” Robb answered, smiling. “Didn’t I see you going off with Dacey, Val and Ygritte?”
That was certainly a fun night. Jon stretched his back, trying to reduce the soreness. “Alys too. If you wanna feel sore the morning after, try fucking those four all night long.”
The twins chuckled together as Rhaenys walked over to them. Jon saw she was wearing one of Robb’s shirts, a pair of breeches and brown boots. She leant down and gave Robb a kiss, giving Jon a nice view of her bent-over arse.
“Love you. I’ll see you later.” She said to Robb, then turned to Jon. “Shall we?” Jon and Rhaenys left the room, with Ghost quickly following them.
Rhaenys strutted beside Jon as they walked to the firebending yard. “If you win, i’ll suck your cock.” Rhaenys wagered as they got to the yard. “If I win… you’ll give me a ‘Lord’s kiss’” she laughed. It was a fair bet, one that they made often enough. Jon liked to think he won as often as he lost.
“Deal.”
They both walked to Yennefer, who stood with Triss in the centre of the courtyard. The firebending yard had high walls and no wood in the area. The ground was mostly sand and dirt, to cushion their falls. Jon and Rhaenys greeted the mages politely, then they began their sparing.
First they would both take off their clothes, as they would be burned away during the match. A lucky result of their firebending skill was that they were completely immune to fire. Rhaenys could stand under a stream of fire from her dragon, Salvation and come out completely fine. The cold was bracing, but they’d soon be warmed up.
Given that they were the only two people in Westeros that they couldn’t really hurt with their fire, they naturally had to practice together. They stood a few feet apart from each other. Jon’s eyes followed the ample curves of Rhaenys’ body, as she cocked her hip to the side with a smirk.
She was one of the most beautiful women in the world, being both Targaryen and Dornish. She had the classic Dornish look of flawless golden-brown skin, dark eyes and dark hair that fell in ringlets down her back. Like a lot of other Dornish women, she had her coal-black nipples pierced. Nipples that sat on truly massive breasts, that bounced and swayed with every tiny movement.
From her martial exercises, Rhaenys was quite toned, with strong arms, legs and a flat stomach. She had a small waist that flared out into wide, womanly hips and a peachy behind. Seeing Rhaenys naked never failed to make his cock twitch.
A fact Rhaenys was clearly aware of as the smirked, licking her lips as she eyed his body, with a particular focus on his cock. Jon felt a particular swell of pride. He knew he was in good shape. He was nearly as tall has his father and well muscled from years in the training yard.
Though he knew Robb had more luck with the women, he also knew they considered him to be quite attractive. Guess i’m lucky Val and Ygritte got to me as early as they did, he mused. His Ryder women certainly didn’t mind him fucking other women too, but they both seemed quite against him romancing others.
“If you’ve finished ogling each other, you’re meant to start sparring now.” Triss called out, from behind the magic barrier she and Yennefer shielded themselves with.
They began.
Rhaenys took the initiative, sending bursts of flame at Jon with a series of punches and kicks. Jon felt warmed by the fire as he was pushed back. Trying to flank her, he used the force of his fire to thrust him to the side, allowing him to catch her off balance.
Even after so many practices, it took some effort for his eyes not to be fixed to her bouncing curves. His plan worked, he sent Rhaenys stumbling back with a stream of fire directed at her head.
Then Jon felt the world shift as her fire hit his ankles, knocking him off his feet. Rhaenys kept him suspended in the air for a second, then dropped him to the ground, laughing. With a kick, sending a burst of fire, Jon knocked her to the ground too.
They both flipped to their feet together and reengaged. They carried on for some time, as their bouts often did. The balance of the fight tipping to one side, then the other. Both were sweating and panting towards the end of their match.
Eventually, Jon knocked Rhaenys off her feet for the final time. She yielded as she knelt in front of him, his cock gaining hardness as it inched closer to her lips.
Jon felt her plump lips latched to his cock head, giving his shaft a long kiss. Jon looked up to see if Yennefer and Triss were still there. It appeared they had gone some time ago. Doesn’t really matter, we’ve been sparing so long we don’t need them to watch anymore. After a few long minutes, Rhaenys pulled away from his cock as it bobbed in hardness, licking her lips.
“I believe I promised to suck your cock…” Rhaenys looked up at him with lidded, submissive eyes.
“I believe you did…”
“Come on.” Rhaenys got to her feet and walked to the pile of her clothes. “We’ll go to the old storeroom.”
They retrieved their clothes and walked to one of Winterfell’s old armouries. The walls were lined with racks containing old swords, axes and shields, some racks lining up the middle building adorned with long spears. It was dusty and old, but most importantly: it was private.
They left Ghost to guard the door. Rhaenys practically attacked him when they got into the room. Jon had nearly a full foot of height on her, yet she pushed him against a wooden wall and kissed him passionately.
Jon watched with a satisfied smile as Rhaenys ripped her shirt open, freeing her massive breasts for him to grope and play with. His fingers latched on to her sizeable bronze mounds, tweaking her dark nipples, tugging the piercings , drawing small moans from her mouth.
After their tongues danced for a time, Rhaenys knelt down and undid his breaches, freeing his hard cock. The large pillar of flesh hit her in the face, much to Jon’s amusement. The Dornish beauty took him by the base of his shaft and began to gently rub his cock.
“Such a lovely fat cock.” Rhaenys marvelled at his length. “Honestly, it’s not surprising I can’t walk after you and Robb take me together.”
“I don’t hear you complaining.” He barked out a laugh. “Usually it’s all ‘Harder!’, ‘Please fuck me!’ or ‘I’m such a bad slut! Punish me!” His voice went high as he tried to do an impression of Rhaenys. She smiled and giggled as she pressed kisses along his cock.
“Ohh, i’m not complaining. I looove being numb after you two studs fuck me in both holes like a common whore.” She cackled.
“Less talking. More sucking.” Jon urged her. Not content to just let her rub and kiss his cock a little.
“As you command m’lor-urgh!” In the middle of her ‘common whore’ act, Jon shoved his cock in her open mouth.
She instinctively began to suck hard on his shaft. Her head, bobbing back and forth. Jon groaned as he felt her tongue lavishing his throbbing manhood. She would stay at his cock head, swirling her tongue around his tip, hollowing her cheeks to give him the divine pressure on his cock.
Then she would take him deeper and deeper into her mouth, a few inches at a time. Her hands would alternate between massaging his aching balls, to rubbing his shaft as she sucked him. Rhaenys took great pride in her cock sucking skills.
Jon would never admit it, but she sucked his cock better than Val and Ygritte did. Though in fairness, she had been doing it longer. Rhaenys hadn’t been his first, that was Dacey, but she had been one of his earliest lays.
Robb was Jon’s twin, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for him. Just as there was nothing Robb wouldn’t do for Jon. They shared most things in their life, including lovers and their lovers certainly didn’t mind getting the attention of both Ned Stark’s eldest sons.
Rhaenys worked his cock into her mouth and pleasured it for all it was worth. Every now and then taking it out of her mouth and slapping the wet phallus on her face, before inhaling it again.
Jon eventually grew tired of the formula and decided to take matters into his own hands. He carefully gathered Rhaenys’ dark hair into his fist, then without warning, thrust his whole cock down her throat.
Her eyes widened in shock as she tried not to panic, so she could still breath. While Rhaenys was better at cock sucking, she couldn’t take the full length of his cock the way Ygritte could. No one else can.
“I’m going to fuck your throat now.” Jon told Rhaenys matter of factly.
She nodded slightly in recognition. Upon consent, Jon thrust into her mouth again. Rhaenys had gone completely hands-free, surrendering control over to Jon. He set a quick tempo of face-fucking.
Holding her head still, Jon thrust his hips back and forth, burying his cock in her throat again and again. Sounds of Rhaenys choking and gargling on his cock were ignored as Jon chased his pleasure. He saw her skin begin to flush darker as he used her.
Rhaenys’ big, dark eyes staring up at him, filled with lust. Drool was spilling form her mouth, falling onto her massive breasts as they swayed back and forth with her movements. Jon thrust even deeper down Rhaenys’ throat as she began to struggle a little. He was properly choking her now as he thrust even deeper, feeling his end drawing near.
Finally, he thrust deep into her mouth and shot is potent load directly down her throat. Her throat bulged as she tried to swallow every last drop eagerly.
“Fucking take it! Dornish whore!” Jon roared in triumph.
After a few minutes, Jon let go of her hair and withdrew from her mouth. Tears were falling freely from Rhaenys’ eyes as she panted for breath, a string of saliva connecting her lower lip to his cock. Without a word, she went back to his cock, licking it clean.
After Rhaenys finished licking his cock, she lock up at him as they both panted. Jon was still hard as a rock. Their eyes met as they breathed in and out, the mist of their breath rising into the air. Without words, Jon started taking off his tunic and shirt. Rhaenys removed her breeches and lay back on the floor, spreading her thick thighs for him.
Jon knelt down between her legs, his cock flopping onto her pelvis, it reached up to her navel. His eyes roamed up Rhaenys’ curvy form until he got to her face. Her eyes were bright with a mischievous fire.
“Well?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Are you going to fuck me with that big. Stark. Cock?”
She got her answer when Jon roughly thrust every inch of his manhood inside the Targaryen. Rhaenys threw her head back as she grabbed at his arms, crying out in pleasure. Jon spread her legs wider and gripped her hips with both hands, before pulling out of her and slamming all the way back in.
“FUCK!” She gasped. “That’s deep!”
Jon rammed into Rhaenys over and over again. Her wails and moans of pleasure echoed throughout the armoury. She wrapped her legs around him as the fucked her. The wet sounds of their flesh clapping together became all that their was in the world. That, at the feeling of Rhaenys’ tight, wet cunt trying to strangle his cock, sucking him deeper into her depths.
Her massive, bouncing tits shook as he rammed into her. There were few pairs of tits Jon had ever seen, that could match Rhaenys’ bust. They were round and heavy, yet lacking any sag. They were a rich, dark bronze colour, capped with tiny, coal-black nipples. Both of her which were pierced with silver and sapphire jewellery.
Jon leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, earning more shivers from his lover. His teeth tugged at the nipple, causing it to harden tightly. Rhaenys had a weakness for her breasts getting played with that Jon happily exploited whenever he was able.
“Fuck me! Jon! Fuck your whore!” She panted hoarsely beneath him.
“Fucking take my cock!” Jon grunted in response as he unwound her legs from him and pressed them down. Rhaenys toes were in her hair as she shivered and shook around him, her massive breasts bouncing back and forth.
“I’m such a whore!” Rhaenys screamed. “Fucking the brother of my betrothed!”
Jon pressed his body down on-top of her, letting his size and weight dominate her as he thrust deeper into her molten cunt. He clapped a hand over her mouth and another around her throat.
“Be quiet. Whore.” He said through gritted teeth.
That was the last straw.
Rhaenys came to a shivering, convulsing end around him. She wailed into his hand as her shaking arms gripped onto him. Jon felt her cunt clench tightly around him as her pleasure sprayed forth. Through all this, Jon didn’t slow down.
Relentlessly, he pounded away at Rhaenys’ cunt, her head thrashing from side to side. Until eventually, Jon found his own end. He thrust as deep inside Rhaenys as it was possible to go and filled her womb with his seed. Feeling his throbbing member fill her must have sent Rhaenys over the edge again. Her eyes watered as she climaxed again.
Jon rested on top of her, she pulled him closer, comforted by the familiar weight of one of her favourite people in the world. Jon felt her fingers running through his hair as they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Fuck…” Rhaenys breathed.
“One of these days, you’re going to get me pregnant.”
“Then Robb would have to fuck a babe into Val and Ygritte to make things even.” Jon chuckled.
“He’d enjoy that…” she smiled.
“Daryn think’s the king will be arriving soon.”
“Oh…” Rhaenys said, going quiet. “I feel it would be a good idea for my mother and I not to be there to welcome him.”
Jon knew Rhaenys felt no ill will towards Robert Baratheon for what he’d done to her father. However, neither her, nor her mother would ever forgive him for letting Tywin Lannister get away with Aegon’s murder. They always blamed him for what Gregor Clegane had done and they were probably right.
Trying to turn to happier subjects, Jon began to ease his still-hard cock in and out of her. Rhaenys met his gaze with a smirk as she leaned up to kiss him.
After the pulled apart, Jon pulled out and turned her onto her hands and knees. Rhaenys giggled and bit her lip as she shook her massive arse from side to side, his seed still leaking from her cunt.
Jon gave her lovely arse a few hard spanks, earning squeals and moans from the Dornish woman. Once Jon was satisfied she was ready, he thrust all the way inside her again, making her grunt as he pushed her down.
After nearly an hour of Jon fucking Rhaenys, Robb opened the door to the armoury. They both looked up to the newcomer. While Jon slowed his thrusts, he did not stop fucking Rhaenys as Robb walked into the room.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you two.” Robb said nonchalantly, walking towards them.
“Darling! Join us!” Rhaenys beamed up at him.
“Oh I intend to.” Robb unlaced his breeches as he knelt in front of Rhaenys. She took his hard cock in her mouth without a second thought. It was far from the first time they had shared a woman.
“Wynafryd and Wylla were sucking my cock when I found out the royal party had been seen.” Robb said as Rhaenys gargled his cock. “Came to tell you: They’ll be here in an hour.”
“Then I guess we’d better finish fucking this Dornish slut!” Jon laughed as he smacked Rhaenys’ behind.
“Oh, I agree.” Robb joined Jon in laughter, gripping Rhaenys’ hair in a tight fist.
The twins of house Stark rammed into their lover at a ferocious pace, uncaring for her pleasure, only searching for their own end. Rhaenys was in the seventh heaven. Two men she loved dearly were giving her unimaginable pleasure with their massive, footlong cocks. Her face was a mess and Robb fucked her throat. Drool running down her chin uncontrollably as Robb thrust in and out of her mouth, barely letting her breath.
They both called her obscene things as they ravaged her, slapping her arse, thighs and tits. She was their whore and she gave herself to them completely. Fluids were leaking free from both sets of her lips. After a long while, both Robb and Jon were coming to their end.
They were standing side by side as Rhaenys knelt before them, looking up at them as she rubbed their cocks with her hands. This was her favourite way to end their liaisons together, them covering her with their potent seed.
“I love you both.” She panted as she jerked their cocks. “You’re my big strong Stark studs. I love your massive cocks.” She would alternate between licked the head of one cock, then the other. Both Robb and Jon were teetering on the edge. “Cover your whore in seed! Mark her as yours! I’m yours!”
With loud groans, the damn was broken. Jon and Robb covered Rhaenys’ face and chest with torrent of their seed. She did not stop pumping them until she had extracted the last few drops she could. All three were still, panting together. Rhaenys had begun to collect it with her fingers, moaning in delight as she tasted their seed. The door to the armoury burst open again and all three looked up.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Said the figure standing at the door.
“Hello Harper.” Rhaenys laughed, still wiping seed from her tits. The captain of the Chosen Men looked thoroughly perturbed. He stood in the doorway, his hands on his hips.
“You two.” He pointed at Jon and Robb. “Get to the main yard now. The king is in the Winter city.”
Oh fuck. Did we really lose track of time that badly? They both got dressed quickly as Rhaenys laughed at them and followed Harper out.
Luckily, they both managed to wash and find appropriate clothes in time for the arrival of the king. Ghost and Greywind scampering to the other direwolves. Their mothers gave them annoyed looks as they scurried up to the front, slightly late. Their father just chuckled. Clearly, Harper had told them why they were late.
The king’s party was certainly impressive. There were hundreds of them, all with banners declaring their houses. Many Jon recognised and many he did not. At the head of the column rode the king. Surprisingly not on his famous dragon, but on a large warhorse, black as midnight.
To say Jon was disappointed would be an understatement.
The man was nearly as fat as Lord Manderly. Cley’s certainly going to be disappointed too. After him, came two king’s guard in snow-white cloaks and a very large man with a horribly burned face who rode beside a tall, blonde teenager. Jon could only assume that they were Sandor Clegane and the crown prince: Joffrey Baratheon. He had a lion and a crowned stag dancing together on his banner.
Behind them rode a man who looked like a smarmy git. Greyjoy. Jon saw the Kraken sigil on his breast. After the Greyjoy rebellion, Robert had taken Balon Greyjoy’s last son with him to King’s Landing. Tales from his mother and father had warned him of the Ironborn. Looking at the Greyjoy right now, Jon didn’t have trouble believing them. A massive, two storied wheelhouse slowly followed, most likely housing the queen and ladies of the court. The king dismounted from his horse and embraced Jon’s father with a booming voice.
“Gods Ned! It’s been too long. Where the hell have you been?”
“Guarding the north for you, your grace.” His father answered.
Then the king embraced Jon’s mothers like they were long lost sisters. “All these children yours then?” The king asked, indicating to Jon and all his many siblings. “Where do you find the time?” Both men laughed together. Jon noticed the Queen disembark from the wheelhouse, she was one of the most beautiful women Jon had ever seen.
Remember: Do. Not. Fuck. Her. She’s the king’s wife. He mentally repeated to himself.
After the queen came who Jon assumed to be her and the king’s eldest child, their daughter Myrcella. It was a wonder to Jon, why she wasn’t already married. She was eight and ten and every inch as beautiful as her mother, if not more so. She looks close enough to being Val and Ygritte’s sister. Though that made sense, as she was their cousin.
Pleasantries were exchanged between the two groups. Jon grew tired of it even quicker than he thought he would. They came to an end when the king demanded Jon’s father take him to the crypts, over the objections of the queen.
Well… This is certainly going to be fun…Jon thought to himself as they all went inside.