When Winter Comes

If there was ever a time when Ned despised Robert, it would be now. Ned was sitting at his desk in his solar, reviewing the costs of Robert’s visit to Winterfell. His father had always taught him that a lord must review of the costs to his house himself. It was the same principle as the man passing the sentence, swinging the sword.

If a lord is to make a decision on a matter, he must make it himself. His father’s words rang through his mind. He must take into account all the available information and come to a reasonable and measured conclusion.

Fang and Shade were curled up together by the fire, every-now-and-then Fang would lift his head and yawn before burying his face in Shade’s fur.

His house certainly wasn’t poor. It was probably one of the richest, in-fact, only beaten by houses Lannister and Tyrell. Thanks to the North’s vast mines and the trade ships sailing through the Great Canal. House Stark had coffers overflowing with gold, enough for any occasion.

It seemed Robert had wanted to test that theory with his visit. Hosting a King and all his retinue was certainly a costly venture, Ned had found. He dreaded to think what his ancestor, Alaric Stark had to pay for Good Queen Alysanne and King Jaehaerys. Though, to read Alaric’s private journals, the Queen more than compensated for the cost of her stay over the six moons the resided in Winterfell…

The number of servants in Winterfell had doubled to accommodate Robert’s party and of course, good servants required good pay. Then there was all the food and wine for the nightly feasts they held.

If Robert treats the crown’s coffers like he treats our’s, he might bankrupt the realm.

Ned was also going through a list of who he would take with him to the south. Obviously, Vayon Poole and some of his deputy stewards, along with an array of servants from all over Winterfell. Arthur, Beric, the Chosen men, a portion of the Ice Guard and some Winter Wolves would need to come as well, especially if he was going to move against the Lannisters. It was now that Ned lamented having to take his children with him.

He could not deny Robert, so Sansa would have to come. She had accepted the news of her betrothal to Joffrey with her natural grace. Arya, however, had certainly not taken it with grace, though Ned would have been surprised if she had taken it any other way. Robert had also offered Prince Tommen’s hand for Arya, so she needed to come as well.

Ned knew it was probably in an effort to convince him to come south, he had to accept. As none of his other children were required to come come with him, he did not wish to take them. Telling Alyrianne and Arya that they would be split up had been difficult. They were more like twins than Robb and Jon, in spite of having two different mothers.

The rest of his children would stay in Winterfell with Ashara, Catelyn and Elia. They would rule Winterfell in his absence and either come south eventually, if he succeed in moving against the Lannisters. Or they would stay in the North and Ned would fight his way through all the armies of the south to return to them. In the distance, he could hear the hunting horns blowing as he looked over the pieces of parchment.

Is it that time already?

Robert loved to hunt. He loved it when they were both fostered in the Vale together and it seemed his passion had only grown with age. Robert had taken him on almost daily hunts during his time in Winterfell. Ned had tried to inform Robert that he did have duties as the Prince of Winterfell, that he could not spend all of his time having fun.

Robert however, did not choose to listen and Robert had a habit of getting what he wanted. They were probably waiting for him before they could leave. They would all be there Barristan Selmy, Prince Joffrey, Jaime Lannister, the list went on.

They can wait a little longer.

Another unfortunate consequence of Ned going south was that he would miss the weddings of his oldest children. Once Ned had told Robert he would accept, Robert had said they would need to go south within the week. He wasn’t wrong, the realm needed it’s King in King’s Landing and the King needed his Hand. Unfortunately, a week was nowhere near enough time for all the guests to come together for Robb, Jon’s and Alysanne’s weddings, guests from all over the north that needed to be there for the weddings.

I missed the birth of my eldest sons and now I shall miss their weddings. Ned thought, ruefully.

They had been planning on marrying them for a time, they wanted to make sure that all of their children were happy with their decisions. Robert coming north to tell him to come south had been terribly unlucky for them.

It couldn’t be helped though. So Ned had decided to give out his wedding gifts early. He had already picked out what each of his children and their partners would receive from him.

Thoughts of gifts for his children turned to thoughts of leaving Robb to rule Winterfell. He was a good lad: kind, thoughtful, fair. He would make a fine Prince of Winterfell, though Ned was glad that Robb would have Cat, Ash and Elia to help him.

All that he does not know, they will teach him.

Cat had been a great help with running the castle in the early days of his Princedom. In spite of being a girl, she was the only one of he, Ash and Elia that had any experience in being the heir to their house. Cat was her father’s heir for many years as she was his oldest child and he had no sons, Hoster had taught her how an heir should rule.

Benjen would need to begin instructing Jon on how to be a Grand Marshal of the North. Benjen had Beric to teach him, the old witcher had been very thorough in his instruction. Ned had faith in his sons, they would learn and rule the North together, like they were always meant to.

A soft moan floated through the open door to Ned’s left, he turned to look inside his chambers. On his bed lay a still naked Genna Ryder and Septa Lemore. They cuddled together as they dozed, both still sweaty from when Ned fucked the both of them earlier.

It had started with Lemore coming to him with a letter from their eldest daughter, Arra. She was training to be a witcher at the school of the bear and was apparently enjoying herself. Ned had been glad to hear that she had found her place in the world. Talking to Lemore about the three daughters they had together, quickly lead them attempting to make more children together on his desk.

That was where Genna had found them when she had entered his solar, coming to ‘thank’ him for giving house Ryder permission to build ten new ships to add to their already sizeable fleet. After Ned had fucked Genna and Catelyn together in the Winterfell sauna, Mance had given his wife permission to lay with Ned whenever she pleased. Genna often made use of that agreement.

Ned could barely blink before Genna had disrobed and started attending to his cock alongside Lemore. He had fucked the pair of busty beauties all over his solar and bedchamber, ending their session with Genna and Lemore thoroughly spent and exhausted on his bed, where they had remained.

Ned was drawn from his thoughts when he heard to door to his solar open. Glancing up, he saw a maid walking into the room, before he turned back to he parchments.

“If you could tidy up some of the mess, i’d be very grateful.” Ned told her. She quietly got to work, bustling around the room, picking up Genna’s and Lemore’s dresses and folding them neatly.

“Oh!”

Ned raised his head and saw her looking at the two naked women splayed out on his bed. It was likely a sight she wasn’t expecting to see at the time. He couldn’t help but chuckle when servants reacted with such surprise about the women he took to bed.

“Don’t mind them.” He assured her, turning back to his work. “They’ll be out of it for a while longer.”

Ned heard her walking around the room, putting books back on shelves, gathering goblets and plates along other general tidying. He wasn’t paying much attention to her as she busied herself about the room.

“Is there… anything else I can do for you?” Ned heard her ask, though she sounded different, her voice had a Dornish tilt. He looked up to respond, but his voice failed him.

Surprise was the first thing he felt, blending into confusion and disbelief.

Standing in front of his desk, dressed as a maid, was Tyene Sand, daughter of Oberyn Martell, Elia’s niece. Ned had met her and all her sisters when he’d visited Dorne with Elia and his wives. That trip had ended with him fucking his wives, Elia, Mellario and Ellaria Sand on a beach as Doran and Oberyn watched. That had been the time he impregnated Mellario for the second time, maybe Cat too.

“Tyene?!?” Ned managed to blurt out in surprise, rising from his seat. “What are you doing here? Does your father know you’e here?”

“Yes, he knows.” She giggled in response, smirking at him as she leaned on the desk. “And in answer to your other question, I wanted to see aunty Elia and meet my cousin. We’ve been exchanging letters with Rhaenys for years, I wanted to see her in person.”

“…Why are you dressed as a maid?”

“That’s a funny story…” She laughed. “So… I infiltrated the King’s party as they left King’s Landing and I deceived my way into becoming one of the Queen’s maids. This morning, she called all of us together and had us strip naked.”

“What?!?”

“I’m telling the story. She appraised each of us, apparently deciding I was the most beautiful and told me to seduce you. She wanted me to be her spy.”

“The queen told you to spy on me?” Ned said in a low voice, turning to look out of the open door to his balcony. If Tyene was telling the truth, this information could be useful against the Lannisters.

“Yes.” Tyene chirped. “And seduce you…”

“I imagine your father might have a problem with that.” Ned laughed as he looked back to Tyene, only to be shocked by her again.

In the time it had taken Ned to look away from her, Tyene has silently undressed and was standing completely naked in his solar. The short, blonde woman looked up at him confidently, with a hand on her hip. She was undeniably beautiful, with creamy, pale skin and shoulder-length blonde hair framing her innocent face.

Her deep-blue eyes shone as she smiled at him, her smile showing her dimpled cheeks. Tyene undoubtedly had to body of a women, with large, firm breasts sitting high on her chest and matronly hips flaring out from a thin waist. Unlike other dornishwomen Ned had been with, Tyene had a small patch of golden curls just above her cunt.

“While I appreciate the offer.” Ned began “I feel Elia might have something to say about it. As would your father and your aunt Mellario. What would make you want to offer yourself to me?”

“Have you seen yourself?” She asked, clearly surprised by his question. “I certainly saw you. As you were fucking my aunts and your wives on that beach. We all did. My sisters, Arianne and I all watched you together, as you took them.” She began to walk towards him slowly, her eyes locked on his. “Over and over and over again, until the sun was setting... I want that...”

“I’m old enough to be your father…” Ned informed her.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be a great fuck.” Tyene responded, taking another step closer to him, Ned took one step back.

“I’ve fucked your aunts and your father’s lover...”

“So?”

“So… Isn’t that a bit… strange?”

“You’ve never been in this kind of situation before?” She asked incredulously.

Well, that’s not entirely true.

Ned had been in a similar situation. Thinking back to it, the memories of a time long past washed over him.

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“Well… That was fun.” Minisa panted as she fell to his side on the bed, his seed leaking from her cunt.

It was the third night of the tourney at Harrenhal. Ned had gone for a swim in the God’s Eye and come across the Lady of house Tully, the mother of his future good-sister. She was swimming naked in the water, bathed in moonlight. When she had seen him, she had nearly screamed, thinking he had come to do her harm.

Once he had assuaged her of that fear, they had begun to talk. She had invited him to undress and swim with her. Maybe she liked the idea of bedding a young northerner, Ned did not know. What he did know was that he had been fucking Minisa on the riverbank before the turn of the hour.

In spite of being nearly his father’s age, Minisa still had some of her youthful beauty. It was clear to Ned that Catelyn had inherited her mother’s looks: Both had long red hair and pale, freckled skin and both were blessed with abundant curves. Curves Ned was certainly enjoying, as Minisa pressed her naked body to his side.

“Am I your first?” She asked innocently, turning her head to him.

“No.” He answered her. If he hadn’t had the various women of the Vale, then there was Sylvie, back in the North.

“I thought so.” She smiled, kissing along his jaw. “Rarely are men as skilled as that during their first time. If your brother is even half the man you are, my Cat will certainly enjoy her marriage. I’ve heard the rumours about Stark men… but I never believed...” a girlish giggle escaped her throat.

“What of your husband?” Ned asked, feeling guilty and fearing the issues fucking the mother of his brother’s betrothed may cause. She held her self up by her elbow and leaned over him. Ned felt her massive breasts brushing against his chest.

“What my husband doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.” Minisa said, looking into his eyes before she leaned down and kissed him, passionately. His cock began to twitch as Minisa wrapped her hands around him again, massaging him back to hardness. “What’s going on between you and that Dayne girl?” She asked, moving around to sit on his thighs.

“N-nothing.” Ned stammered in response. Ashara Dayne was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Multiple times he had tried to pluck up the courage to ask her to dance during a feast, each time he had failed.

“She likes you… Hmmmm…” Minisa moaned as she eased her way down his cock, taking him inside her again.

“How can you tell?” Ned asked, laying back as Minisa began to ride him at a languid pace.

“A woman knows these things…” Minisa’s eyes fluttered in pleasure, her mouth fell open. “You should… Ask her to dance…” she chuckled.

“What about you?” Ned asked her, resting his hands on her hips as they gyrated atop him.

“Surely you know this is the only night we can spend together.” She smiled down at him, placing her palms on his chest, slowly bouncing up and down on him. “I am married, after all… and old enough to be your mother...”

“Then I guess we should enjoy this night while it lasts.” Ned turned them both around as Minisa squealed in delight, now he was the one on top and could control the pace of their lovemaking.

Soon enough, Minisa’s moans could easily be heard outside of Ned’s tent.

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“So what are our options.” Robert ask as he, Ned and Jon were gathered around a map of Westeros in Jon’s solar. They were planning their first moved against the Mad King.

“The way I see it,” Jon began. “We need to get Ned back to the North, he can rally the whole kingdom to our cause.”

Ned was quiet, he had never expected to be the one to command the North. That was father’s job, then it would have been Brandon’s. Now there were both gone, murdered by a madman. Leaving Ned to go on without them. Alone.

“I… I can take a ship from Gulltown.” He finally said. “Once I get to White Harbour, I can call the banners and have a force in the tens of thousands coming south.”

“I can call on the storm-lords.” Robert added, running his fingers along his hammer, the heavy weapon resting on the table. “But it seems no matter what we do, we need to deal with the Riverlands. They’re between all of us.”

“The Riverlander armies can be a great help, or a hinderance.” Jon stated, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “I would hope lord Hoster would at least feel insulted by what Aerys has done. But if that’s not enough…” he looked to Ned. “I’m sorry Ned… but as Brandon’s younger brother, his betrothal to lady Catelyn now falls to you.” In the wake of all that had happened, Ned hadn’t even thought of that.

Fuck… Fuck fuck shit! I can’t marry her, not after what her mother and I did together.

Clearly Jon had noticed Ned’s apprehension. “I know this isn’t ideal, Ned-“ He began.

“I’m already married.” Ned interrupted him.

“Didn’t you tell me Old Golds followers can marry as many times as they like?” Robert asked, clearly deciding not to help Ned.

“Surely Minisahhh-lady Tully and lord Tully will object to their daughter being a second wife.” Ned ventured. Jon gave him a look, like he knew Ned was hiding something. Then, he shook his head, clearly dismissing the thought and Ned breathed easy again.

“Is there something you need to tell us Ned?” The old man asked.

“…No…” Ned answered him, in as convincing a manner as he could hope to muster.

“…Either way, we can discuss it when we get to Riverrun.” Jon said.

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Ned was walking through the corridors of Riverrun after finalising the agreement between Hoster and the rebels. He had asked for a steep price, though Ned did have some sympathy for him. They were asking him to commit treason after all. Then suddenly, Minisa came out of a side door and pulled him into some sort of small storage room, Ned didn’t know what to think.

“I’m so sorry about your brother and father.” Minisa said as she embraced him. Ned wrapped his arms around her, taking comfort in her. “And i’m sorry about my husband.”

“Catelyn can never know what we did.” He told Minisa, trying to seal the wound quickly rather than let the pain be drawn out.

“Absolutely.” She agreed. “I just… wanted to tell you i’m sorry… And you will make a great husband for Cat.” They stood, holding each other in the darkened room for a time. She held his face as she looked into his eyes. Ned could see her eyes welling up. “You’re too young for all this.” She said. “You should not have to carry this burden…”

Before he knew it, they were kissing against a stack of shelves. They both knew what they were doing was wrong, but they needed comfort in uncertain times. They fucked for over an hour in that storage room. Ned had Minisa every way it was possible to have a woman. A part of him took great satisfaction in fucking Hoster’s wife after the way he had acted.

Neither of them noticed that someone was watching them through a keyhole in the door.

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Ned was brought out of his memories by Tyene sucking his cock. It seemed the Sand Snake had grown bored and fished his member out of his breeches for her to dine on. His gaze rested on the blonde dornishwoman as she lay kisses along his length, one dainty hand wrapped around his base.

“Well… As you’re so insistent…” Ned sighed, as Tyene sealed her lips around his cock-head and began to suck as her hand pumped him.

“I do insist, prince Stark.” She smirked up at him, then went back to worshiping him with her mouth. “I love this cock.” She moaned as she rubbed her lips along him. “I’ve seen a fair number of cocks in my time and this is by far the best!”

Ned gathered her short, blond hair into his hand as Tyene put his cock in her mouth and began bob her hear up and down. The feeling of having a beautiful, twenty-year-old woman sucking his cock with such gusto brought back memories from Ned’s youth. Inch by inch, Tyene would take his cock deeper into her throat with every bob, her tongue massaging him the whole time.

It seemed Tyene was especially skilled in the art of sucking cock. Ned decided to test just how skilled she was. He gripped her head with his other hand and started pulling her down onto his cock and thrusting his hips. Her blue eyes bulged in surprise the first time he did it, then she began to acclimatise.

After a few dozen thrusts, they had fully transferred from Tyene sucking his cock, to him fucking her mouth. She was resting her hands on her knees now, fully surrendering control over to him. Drool was spilling from her mouth as Ned motioned her head back and forth, flowing down to her large breasts, which bounced very pleasantly under his gaze.

The eye cosmetics she wore, were beginning to run down her cheeks as her eyes began to water. Ned had thrust his cock two thirds of the way down her throat when she began to choke. Ned gave her no time to recover as he thrust even deeper.

He grunted through gritted teeth from feeling her tight throat wrapped around his member, putting him under such delicious pressure. Tyene had found a use for her hands in her cunt, pleasuring herself as Ned used her. A dark red flush crept across her skin as her eyes began to roll back into her head from the lack of air she was getting.

Ned was feeling is peak approaching. With one last thrust and a deep grunt, he forced his cock to whole way down Tyene’s throat and deposited his seed almost directly into her stomach.

Her lips were sealed to the base of his cock for a number of minutes. As she thrashed and choked, shivering from her own peak. When he released Tyene, she fell back on her ample arse, coughing, spluttering and drooling his seed. Her breasts rose and fell on her chest as she panted heavily.

“You wanted me to… take you…” Ned said as he knelt down and handed her a goblet of ice wine.

When she finally recovered, she looked up at him, and took the wine. Her face was a mess, covered in tears and running make up, his seed still leaking from her mouth. However, she had a massive smile on her face.

“Yes I did.” She proclaimed loudly, before getting up and scampering happily over to his desk. She was an incredibly bouncy girl, both in body and personality. When she got to the desk, she turned around and hopped onto it, looking directly at Ned. “Now, prince Stark.” She smirked, opening her creamy thighs to him, exposing her wet cunt. “I believe my cunt needs your attention.

“I agree.” Ned grinned as he walked over to Tyene. She made a sound of surprise when Ned pushed her onto her back and lifted up her legs. She looked up at him with wonder in her eyes, her blonde hair splayed out in a halo around her head.

His cock slapped down onto her pelvis with a wet Phlat! It was almost comical, how big it was. Ned had pressed his hips to Tyene’s, so they would see just how far his cock would go inside her, it went past her navel.

“That’s… gonna do some damage…” Tyene moaned, biting her lip as she smirked up at him.

“If you’re scared, you can always say no.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

“As you command.” Ned took his cock in hand and slowly began to ease his way into Tyene’s cunt. It was probably the tightest cunt Ned had ever felt, it was a struggle to get even a quarter of his cock in during the first push.

“Fuuuuck!” Tyene shivered as she clamped down on Ned.

He slowly withdrew for her sopping cunt, before pushing forward again, this time going a little deeper. With every thrust, Ned would manage a little deeper into Tyene, as she moaned and shook around his cock, being split in half as she climaxed around him. Once, twice, three times. Ned was using her for his pleasure… and she loved every second of it.

“Fuck your bastard whore!” She cried as Ned was halfway inside her, the silky walls of her cunt choking the life from his cock.

“You’re my whore then?” Ned asked, as he placed his hands on the desk, on either side of Tyene, using them to hold him up as he thrust into her.

“Yes! Yes! I’m your whore! Your bastard whore! Fuck a bastard into me!” She screamed in ecstasy, wrapping her legs around him, trying to keep him inside her longer.

Ned was growing impatient now.

She had wanted what he gave to his wives and Mellario. She was going to get it. With his hands clamped onto Tyene’s hips, Ned began to pummel her cunt with his cock. The loud sounds of his balls slapping on her arsecheeks echoed throughout the room.

Words failed Tyene, as all that came out of her mouth were moans and incomprehensible screams of pleasure. Her mouth hung open, her head thrashed back and forth and her eyes rolled back. Her arms flailed around, alternating from gripping the table, to gripping Ned’s arms, to pinching her own nipples.

They were small, rosy things, well placed on her large breasts, hardened with arousal. They bounced back and forth on Tyene’s chest as he pounded her cunt. They weren’t as large as Elia’s, or even Ashara’s, but they were large for her frame and looked utterly gorgeous.

Ned leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, pinching it gently with his teeth. It was then where Tyene found her forth peak around him, squirting her pleasure all over his desk.

Eh, those notes weren’t important anyway.

Tyene’s operatic climax pushed Ned towards his own end. Looking directly into Tyene’s bright blue eyes, Ned thrust all the way inside her, making her gasp deeply and let forth a torrent of his seed. It was more than likely she would carry his child if she did not drink moontea afterwards.

They stayed like that for near an eternity, gazing into each other’s eyes as they found their mutual release together. Every throb of his cock, spending more of his seed inside her seemed to send Tyene to ever higher peaks of euphoria.

They didn’t even hear the door to the solar opening. But they did hear a voice. “Breaking in a new maid I see.” Elia chuckled as she walked into the room, wearing a yellow dress of light wool. Ned’s head snapped up, lost for words. “Don’t let me stop you.” Elia continued over to the door to their bedchambers. “I’ve been feeling a little unwell and wanted to take a nap. Oh…” she stopped when she saw the two naked sleeping women on their bed.

Ned was still unsure what to do.

If it was Cat or Ash, the chances were that they would probably join in. However, Tyene was Elia’s niece. She probably wouldn’t be happy with Ned fucking her.

Tyene shimmied out from under him before he could stop her. Almost comically, Tyene’s legs gave out instantly when she tried to stand, copious amounts of his seed dripping down her leg. She had to lean on the table to keep herself up.

“Aunty Elia!” She called out, making Elia turn from the doorway to her bedchamber.

“Tyene?!?” Elia certainly seemed shocked to see her niece. Especially in such a state.

“Can you blame me?” Tyene asked, “You’ve been his lover for years. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

Elia looked from Tyene, to Ned and back to Tyene then she burst out laughing.

“You really can’t stop yourself can you?” Elia asked him in between fits of giggles. “Honestly, Ned…” Ned had enough shame to look sheepish in front of his long-time lover.

“Tyene was… quite insistent…” he explained.

“Oh, I bet she was!” Elia laughed. “And I’d wager it took you a lot of convincing to bend her over too.” Eventually, her giggling subsided. “Look, you’re both adults, I can’t decide who you fuck.” she said. “But please try not to wake me up.” She was rubbing her head, trying to lessen her headache.

“Wait Elia. I’ve got a better idea!” Tyene said, right before she waddled over to Elia and kissed her passionately. Ned’s eyebrows near left his face in shock. Though, after everything he’d done, something like this shouldn’t have surprised him, he realised. Elia pulled apart from Tyene for a moment.

“I’m your aunt…”

“So?” Tyene leaned forward again, taking Elia’s lips with her own. Ned saw Elia wasn’t wholly against the notion, when her hands found Tyene’s pert arse.

Before Ned could tell what was happening, Elia was naked and both women were walking towards him. Elia took him in her arms first, drawing him into a deep embrace, their tongues wrestling for dominance as they danced together. Then Tyene pulled them apart, so she could start kissing him. She was more fervent than Elia, she kissed him like she might never get the chance to again.

“Don’t judge me, my darling.” Elia smiled at Ned when he and Tyene separated. “You were fucking her first.”

The threesome quickly moved over to Ned’s desk, where Elia lay on her back, her large breasts spilling off to the sides of her chest. Tyene, so full of vigour, even after being thoroughly fucked by Ned, jumped onto the desk and sat on Elia’s face.

Elia grabbed Tyene’s thighs, to hold her down as she eagerly lapped at Tyene’s cunt. The blonde woman bit her lip as she moaned. Elia was very experienced, Ned knew that all too well. He was glad that his desk was made out of ironwood.

Perhaps the Starks of old wanted to future proof it for sex?Ned wondered.

For a moment, he sat back and marvelled at the two beautiful naked women in front of him. In contrast to Tyene’s light, creamy complexion, Elia was a few shades darker, with coal-black nipples that stood to hardened points as Tyene played with them. She kneaded Elia’s bosom as Ned watched, playing with them, making them wobble pleasantly. Elia always loved to have her tits played with, Ned could hear her muffled moans though Tyene’s cunt.

The contrast of Tyene and Elia’s light and dark skin tones was certainly arousing. Ned decided he’d had his fill of watching and wanted to start participating.

He splayed Elia’s thick thighs further apart, revealing her leaking cunt to him. She accepted him like the longtime lovers they were. The familiar, snug embrace of Elia’s cunt was comforting to Ned, as he began to plough her. His hands went to the insides of her knees, holding her legs up as he thrust his throbbing cock into her molten depths.

Ned set a quick, powerful pace, fucking Elia with the full length of his cock. Soon enough, she was moaning and screaming into Tyene’s cunt. Tyene took hold of Elia’s ankles, stretching her legs back further as they quivered through Elia’s rapturous climax.

“You enjoying my aunty Elia’s cunt?” Tyene asked playfully. “Is she satisfying you like I did? I imagine she’s not as tight as me-ahh!” Elia cutoff Tyene by smacking her loudly on the arse a few times. Tyene only giggled before pressing her pelvis harder onto Elia’s face.

“Play nice.” Ned warned as he pinched Elia’s nipple.

“I am playing nice!” Tyene gasped.

“I was talking to Elia.”

As the vice-like walls of Elia’s cunt squeezed Ned’s cock, begging him for his seed, he took hold of Tyene’s head and pulled the blonde Sand Snake into a passionate kiss. Tyene wrapped her arms around him as they leaned into each other.

“I can feel her licking your seed from my cunt.” Tyene whispered, breathlessly. “How many times has she tasted your seed from another woman’s cunt I wonder?” She was teasing him, trying to rouse the beast within.

“You talk too much.” Ned told her, as he pushed Tyene flat on top of Elia.

She squealed at the sudden movement, but the sound died on her lips when Ned withdrew from Elia’s cunt and thrust the whole way into Tyene’s throat. He set an even rougher pace, fucking Tyene’s throat, than he did earlier.

Tyene was quickly choking on Ned’s cock, tasting both him and Elia as she kept up a vicious pace on Tyene’s cunt, slipping a finger or two into her arsehole as well. After a few minutes of dedicated throat fucking, Ned withdrew from Tyene’s mouth as returned to Elia, who let out a low whine at being filled again. Ned held Tyene flat against Elia, she began to lick at the hood of Elia’s cunt as well as Ned’s cock when it was halfway out.

“This is where you belong!” Ned said as he leaned forward to clap his hand down, hard on Tyene’s ample arsecheeks. The loud slapping rang through the room. After a few blows, Tyene’s arse was covered in red handprints as she moaned and squealed.

Eventually, the feeling of Elia’s cunt surrounding his cock and Tyene’s tongue on him became too much. With one last mighty thrust, Ned filled Elia to the brim with his seed, bringing Elia to another explosive end. Tyene also managed to finish on Elia’s tongue and fingers, with a little work from her hips. Ned slipped his cock out of Elia’s loosened cunt, plentiful amounts of his seed flowing from within her.

Ned fell back onto his oaken chair, then both Elia and Tyene knelt at his feet and began to suck his cock. Together their mouths worked him for some time. Swapping his cock-head between their lips, both running their mouths up and down the sides of his cock. They even competed to see who could take him deeper into their mouths, Elia won.

Eventually, Ned’s stamina finally gave in and he painted both their beautiful faces with his seed, after giving them both a healthy portion of it to swallow. Both women smiled and giggled together as they licked Ned’s seed from each other.

All three looked up when Harper walked into the room. None of them bothered to cover themselves as Tyene and Elia shamelessly licked up Ned’s seed. Ned could see Harper lose another part of his soul in despair as he looked at the scene in front of him.

“I’m sorry Ned, but Bran’s had a fall…” was all he said.

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When Ned received the news about Bran, he had rushed to get dressed and set off to Bran’s chambers, where they had taken him. Fang was at his side as both Tyene and Elia followed quickly behind them. Thankfully, Bran’s chambers were not too far from his own. Ned burst through the door to find Bran lying on his bed, with splints tied around his leg.

“Bran.” Ned breathed a sigh of relief at seeing him.

Luwin was sitting beside Bran, finishing the fastenings on the splint. Osha, Bran’s sword shield from the Ice Guard stood quietly in the corner, Ashara and Catelyn were sitting on Bran’s other side, Cat not letting go of Bran’s hand. Bran’s two birds, a raven and an eagle, sat on their perches in the rafters, Summer was curled up by the fire with Redmane and Starlight, their eyes on the door incase any attackers were to arrive. Fang padded over to his pup, as Ned went to his own.

“What happened?” Elia asked as she followed Ned into the room.

“I was climbing again…” his son began.

“How many times have I told you not to go climbing! Will you never listen to me?” Catelyn raised her voice, clearly agitated, before Ashara placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry…” Bran said, looking even smaller than the boy of ten that he was.

“No… No. I’m sorry.” Cat responded, stroking Bran’s hair. “When they told me you’d fallen…” she closed her eyes and looked to the side.

“How could you let this happen?” Ned demanded of Osha, who stood to attention.

“It’s not her fault! She caught me!” Bran defended Osha.

“Bran, let me talk to her.” Ned told his red haired son, who crossed his arms and pouted like Cat did when she was angry. “So?”

“Well, Prince Stark, sir.” Osha began. “Princess Elia told me to look after little Rickon and Alaric. I was already overseeing Bran and Arthur sparring outside the stables.”

“Where are my youngest sons now?” Ned interrupted her cooly.

“They’re with Sylvie, Ned.” Ash answered him. “We didn’t want them to be in here while Luwin treated Bran.“

“Anyway,” Osha continued, “I was watching them for a time, then I took my eye of Bran and Arthur for only a moment, because Rickon offered me some flowers he had picked. Before I knew it, Bran was on the roof of the stables. I told him to get down before be fell. Then he slipped on an icy patch. I managed to catch his upper body, but his leg slammed into the ground.” She reported. “I was trying to make sure he didn’t hit his head.”

“You’re a decorated officer of the Ice Guard, Osha.” Ned began. “I expect better from you.”

“I know sir. I’m sorry. I should have seen it earlier.”

“…There are many who wouldn’t have seen it at all.” Ned sighed, looking at Osha. It was clear to him that she expected to be thrown out of the Ice Guard, bringing shame to her family. She’d once told him they had been so proud of her for being chosen to be a sworn shield to a Stark. It was probably the highest honour anyone in her family had ever held. “As I imagine Bran will need to be carried everywhere, that seems a fitting enough punishment for you.”

She was clearly surprised by his words.

“Thank you, Prince Stark.” She smiled.

“As you were, Osha.” Ned told her, before turning to Luwin. ”How bad is it?” He asked the Druid, walking around to his side of Bran’s bed.

“The left leg is fractured, my Prince.” Luwin began, “He’ll walk again, but not before it’s had a chance to heal. So I prescribe plenty of bed rest for the young prince.” The old man smiled kindly down at Bran.

“Nooo.” Ned’s ten year old implored them, throwing his head back into his pillow. “I don’t want to stay in here all day.”

“Well it’s a good thing Osha will be here to carry you around then.” Ned chuckled, placing a hand on Bran’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re alright though… relatively speaking.”

Ned heard the thundering feet of running children outside Bran’s door and shouts of “Where is he!? Is he alright!?” The door to Bran’s room burst open, as Arya and Alyrianne ran into the room, closely followed by their bounding direwolves.

“Are you alright!?” The two two-and-ten year olds asked breathlessly as they ran over to Bran’s bed.

“Are you alright?” “Are your legs going to fall off?” “Are you going to die?”

“Girls! Girls.” Elia tried to corral the twins, taking them by the shoulders to calm them down. “Your brother’s had a fall. Let’s please use our in-door voices, so we don’t disturb him.” She said calmly. Both the identical girls looked up at her with their big grey eyes, looking very guilty.

“Sorry mother.” They both said.

“How could you let this happen?” Alyrianne thundered at Osha with all the might a two-and-ten year old girl could muster. “You’re meant to look after him!”

“Alyri,” Ned gently said to his daughter. “I’ve already dealt with it.”

“Bran’s going to be fine, sweetlings.” Cat got up from sitting next to Ash to go to their daughters. “He’ll just need to stay in bed for a while.” The twins walked over to Bran’s bed standing beside him.

“Stupid!” Arya said, before punching Bran’s shoulder.

“Ow!”

“Arya!” Ash scolded her. “You do not punch your siblings!”

“You scared us!” Alyrianne said to Bran, before going to punch his other shoulder. As Ned knew it was coming, he caught it in time.

“Girls, if neither of you can behave. You’ll both wait outside.” He said sternly, before turning to a more gentle approach. “I know this scared you, but that’s no excuse to hurt your brother. Now apologise to him.”

“I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry, Bran.” They said in unison.

Soon enough, Jon and Rhaenys came through the open door, looking at Bran. Jon went straight to Bran’s bedside next to Arya and Cat.

“We just heard.” Jon said, “How are you feeling?” He asked Bran.

“My leg hurts, but the rest of me’s fine.” Bran told him. Jon nodded, happily accepting that Bran was alright before he turned to Osha.

“How could you let this happen?” He said.

Again?

“Jon.” Ned stoped his son, “I’ve handled it.”

“Who are you?” Rhaenys asked Tyene, who had been standing, quiet and unnoticed in the corner until now.

“Tyene?” Ash asked, turning around, clearly surprised to see her in Winterfell. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to visit Rhaenys.” Tyene said, almost sheepishly. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

“Yes!” Rhaenys happily flung her arms around Tyene. “Yes! It isgood to finally meet you! How long have you been here?”

It seemed Rhaenys was delighted to have one of her cousins visit her. Ned decided it probably wasn’t the best time to tell her that until about twenty minutes ago, Tyene had been fucking him and Rhaenys’ mother together.

Rhaenys’ delight was brought to an abrupt end when Robert walked into the room, seeming a little too merry for just after midday. He was wearing his riding clothes, clear having expected to be out on a hunt a while ago.

“There you are, Ned!” Robert pointed at him. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Robert, my son has injured himself. I won’t be going hunting with you today.” Ned told the King outright.

“Oh. Well, i’m sorry to hear that.” Robert realised where he was. “This him?” He gestured to Bran, Ned nodded. “Well, hope you get well soon lad.” He said, seemingly putting on an act as fatherly as he could manage.

“Luwin says it’s only a fracture.” Bran told Robert.

“Well, you’ll be up on your feet in no time then.” Robert smiled down at him. “I’ll leave you to your family then, Ned.” Robert said as he began to leave. “I do hope this won’t keep us here much longer. You and I have seven kingdoms to run. Ha!”

If looks could kill, Cat would have murdered Robert a dozen times over as he walked away.

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It had been a busy day for Ned so far. He had begun it by fucking Elia, Tyene and his wives in the morning, giving them all copious amounts of his seed. Both of his wives had really taken to his new lover. Watching them fuck Tyene into unconsciousness with mummer’s cocks in her arse and cunt while Elia sucked his cock was something he would long remember.

After his liaison with his lovers, Ned had mounted Snowsong and flown to where the black powder weapons were being tested, about a hundred miles north-east of Winterfell, in an abandoned holdfast near a quarry. Monfryd had proudly informed him that Seven-hundred men of the Winter Wolves were now able to reliably hit a target at long range using his personal Thunderers.

He had shown Ned just how effective they were when he had set up several butchered pigs to hang as targets and told a hundred men to shoot at them. The sound even just a hundred of them made while being used was deafening, small wonder they were called Thunderers.

Ned had been astonished to see that there was practically nothing left of the carcasses that had been hanging as targets. A hundred shots had torn the things to bloody pieces. Thoughts of what it would look like when they were used on living people had crossed his mind.

Certainly unpleasant.

When he had returned on dragon-back, Ned found his children were flying their dragons in circles above Winterfell, putting on a show for their siblings who were still too young to fly. He decided to join them and urged Snowsong forth.

There was six dragons in the sky, including Snowsong. Rhaenys was riding Salvation, a small, young dragon, but she was well on her way to being as large as the others eventually. She flew circles around Robb, who was riding the much bigger Gnasher, the dragon that had been Ned’s older brother’s.

Jon was on Moonhowler, the long neck and less than sunny disposition showing the inherited traits of it’s sire: Caraxes. Snowsong greeted her noisy offspring with a roar, that Moonhowler quickly acknowledged.

Alysanne and Sansa were circling each other, on Starburst and Sunbeam, laughing all the way. The two sisters gracefully dancing together in the sky. Salvation, Starburst and Sunbeam were the youngest and smallest of the three dragons, with Snowsong being by far the largest.

The other five quickly fell into formation behind Snowsong, popularly called “The Snow queen of house Stark”. The six dragons flew in a V-formation over the city multiple times, to the roaring cheers of the people below. After a time, they broke off their formation and started free flying again. It did not escape Ned’s notice, how Rhaenys would often fly upside down above Robb, no doubt trying to tease him over the near deafening wind.

Ned would rather have stayed in the sky with his children all day, but he had other duties, as did they. With a loud whistle and a roar from Snowsong, they all landed their dragons in the landing arena in Winterfell.

“THAT WAS AMAZING!!” Arthur Stark shouted as he ran up to them, as fast as his nine year old legs would take him. Barker, his direwolf, easily keeping up.

The rest of Ned’s children were watching with others in the stands. Ned quickly unstrapped himself from Snowsong’s harness and jumped down to the ground, where Arthur launched himself into his father’s arms without question. It never failed to warm Ned’s heart, how much unquestioning faith his children had in him.

“Give it a few years, you’ll be up there with us, riding on Dawnbreaker.” Ned chuckled to his son.

“I wanna fly now!” Arthur said excitedly, his dark hair ruffled and grey eyes full of hope.

“Is Barker not enough for you?” Ned asked. “You can already ride him.”

“I’m great at riding Barker, look!” Arthur said as he tried to wriggle over to his direwolf. Ned placed Arthur carefully on Barker’s back. The boy gripped Barker’s fur in his little fists and shouted “Yah!”

The direwolf began to trot slowly around the dragons. Though to hear Arthur giggling, he was galloping like a racing horse.

“That was very… Impressive, Prince Stark.” Ned heard Tyene’s sultry dornish voice.

“I’m glad you enjoyed our show.” Ned responded, taking off his leather gloves and stuffing them into his belt. “I’d be happy to take you up there again.”

“I feel once was more than enough for me.” Tyene smiled, embarrassed.

Rhaenys had offered to take Tyene into the sky with her, they day they met. Tyene had eagerly accepted an opportunity to bond with her cousin. However, their trip had ended rather quickly, when Tyene had vomited on Rhaenys mid-flight. Since then, she had been much happier to watch, rather than fly.

“Trying to get her to fly again?” Rhaenys asked as she cut in, she had just dismounted from Salvation, still sweaty in her riding leathers.

“As I said, I feel once was enough, princess.” Tyene smiled at Rhaenys. “Still, I suppose you’ve seen worse reactions from first-time flyers.”

“…No, not really.” Rhaenys laughed.

“If you could please excuse Rhaenys and I, Tyene.” Ned said, “I need to talk to her for a moment.” Tyene bowed her head and left, Rhaenys looked up to him, confused.

“What about?” She asked.

“I have something for you.” Ned chuckled, before leading her away from the landing arena. “You’re getting good on your dragon.” He told her, passing the time as they walked through Winterfell.

“Yes,” Rhaenys grinned. “She’s a special beast. I feel truly myself when i’m up in the clouds on dragon-back.”

“You are a Targaryen. Dragon riding is in your blood.” Ned agreed, he felt similarly with Fang. The Starks and their dragons shared a close bond, but there was nothing that could compare to the relationship between a direwolf and it’s Stark. They were one, two parts of the same whole, bonded at birth. “One day soon, you will have a direwolf of your own as well.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Have you picked out a name?”

“Mooney. For all the howling at the moon she’ll be doing.” She laughed.

“Here we are.” Ned said as they finally arrived at his solar, opening the door for her. Rhaenys thanked him as they walked into the room, where she saw four wooden boxes on his desk.

“Rhaenys,” Ned began. “I regret that I won’t be here for your and Robb’s wedding. So, I have decided to give you, your wedding gifts early.” He walked over to the smallest of the boxes and took out a plain golden ring. “This was a gift from your ancestor, Nymeria, to house Stark after we helped her conquer Dorne.”

Ned took the ring and placed in on his finger, the gold moulded to the right size of it’s own accord. With a flash of magical energy, he summoned a golden spear appeared in his hand using the ring.

“Wow…” Rhaenys marvelled at the golden spear, enraptured by the ancient Rhoyish engravings.

“This is the spear of Ny-Amanan: Nymeria’s spear. It’s name roughly translates to ‘The spear of four winds’. It is a fitting gift for one of Nymeria’s descendants.”

“Thank you… Prince Stark-“ Rhaenys began.

“Ned…”

“Ned… This is more than I could have wished.”

Ned dismissed the spear and took off the ring, handing it to Rhaenys.

“There’s more.” He told her, with a smile. He walked over to the long wooden box and opened it, revealing a sword of Valyrian steel. “It strikes me, that you are a child of two peoples.” Ned said as he took the curved sword from the box and drew it from it’s sheath, allowing the light to reflect off the many ripples in the beautiful blade. “So you should receive gifts honouring both sides of your heritage. To that end, allow me to present to you with the ‘Widow’s Kiss’, the sword of Rhaenys Targaryen. I am told that it is enchanted to enhance your firebending abilities.”

Ned handed the hilt to Rhaenys, who swung it through the air with skill and purpose. She held it up as flames licked along her hand up the curved blade, all the way to the tip. It was certainly mesmerising to see the fire-sword cut through the air.

“This is too much…” Rhaenys began to say. “I… do not need these gifts.”

“I know you don’t.” Ned cut in. “But I want to give them to you. You are marrying my son. You are a part of my family. I’ve raised since you were a small girl and you’ve become a fine young woman. You are strong and wise, Rhaenys and I am very proud of you.” Ned could see tears welling in Rhaenys’ eyes as she sniffed.

In all honesty, Ned was not that far behind her. It was not often when he and Rhaenys spoke candidly about how they felt about each other. She was always very grateful to him for what he had done for her. Not realising what Ned had done for her was what any parent would do.

She was his daughter in every way that mattered. He would make sure the knew that before he headed south. Rhaenys looked at him with glassy eyes, as she put the sword back into it’s sheath. Rhaenys turned to leave before Ned stopped her. “Where do you think you’re going? I still have more gifts.”

“Did Robb, Jon and Alysanne get this many gifts?” She giggled.

“You’ve no idea.” Ned smiled in response. “Now, here I give you something else from your Rhoynar roots.” Ned opened the other wooden book on his desk, reaching inside, he took out a large and heavy book. “This is an ancient book of Rhoynish water maigc, also given to house Stark be Nymeria. I thought, as you already have fire, you should probably have water magic too.”

“Thank you!” Rhaenys gushed as she accepted the book from his hands, carefully opening the book and pouring over it’s contents. “Is this it? Or are you planning to give me Jonothor’s hammer too.” They both laughed together.

“Many a Starks have tried to write themselves into the annuls of our house by being worthy of Jonothor’s hammer. Wouldn’t it be funny if you were one of the few who were worthy.” Ned chuckled.

He wouldn’t lie, there was a time when he was a second son and he dreamed of wielding that mighty hammer, mastering the storm and using it against his foes. According to legend, Jonothor had made it even more powerful than Foebreaker, the Baratheon hammer.

Seeing the power Robert wielded with his family hammer certainly made Ned jealous when he was young. But then Ice fell to him and he realised how painful it was to take up his father’s weapon after he had fallen.

His jealousy of Robert’s hammer had quickly disappeared.

Ned would have given Ice back in an instant if it could buy another day with his father.

“This is the final gift.” Ned said, taking out a small box as Rhaenys put the book down. “I have given you gifts relating to your two bloodlines: Valyrian and Rhoynar. Now I shall give you a gift honouring the family you are coming to and the place that has been your home for most of your life.” He opened to box to reveal a long dagger of pure Uru. “This is dagger has been made in the same fashion as Ice was, eight thousand years ago. I even used my own blood to enhance it.” Rhaenys took the dagger into her hand and held it aloft. “It is yours now. It will only obey you.”

She threw the dagger at the wall, then called it back to her hand before it hit, a layer of glowing-blue ice covering it. The tears were now falling freely down Rhaenys’ face, even as she smiled.

“You are the only father I have ever known.” She said with a shaky voice. “To me, you have been the King of any room you walked in to for as long as I can remember.” She dropped her gifts on the desk and threw her arms around him, holding him tightly.

“I’m sorry I have nothing to give you in return.” She mumbled into his shoulder.

“Raising you these past twenty years has been a gift. Every day.” Ned told her the truth, as his hand stroked her hair.

“Every day?”

“Eh, most days…” they laughed together.

“I suppose… I do have something…” she mumbled as she pulled away from him. “As i’m marrying Robb soon anyway, it doesn’t really matter… I’m carrying Robb’s babe in my belly.”

Ned was stunned into silence. Each second stretch to eternity, Ned only forced himself to speak once he noticed a hint of fear in Rhaenys’ eyes.

He laughed like he had never laughed before. Sweeping Rhaenys up into his arms, he spun around the room with her. Soon enough, father and daughter were laughing together.

“A babe? Are you sure?” Ned asked when he could finally stop laughing out of joy and take a breath.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Rhaenys giggled, smiling and crying ing equal measure. “You’re the first person, other than Robb, to know. You’re going to be a grand-sire.”

“Thank you, Rhaenys.” Ned said as she hugged her tight.

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There were many tears as the stood in the courtyard on the day Ned was leaving. Quite a few were surprised when Elia kissed Ned as wantonly as Cat and Ash did, in front of the whole Royal party as well. She had whispered to him Rhaenys told her what he had done and thanked him, for everything.

After Ned bid farewell to his women and the children who were staying, he mounted Fang and went to the head of the group with Robert. He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach as he rode through Winterfell city. Two miles away from Winterfell, he turned back to take it in one last time, before urging Fang south.