When Winter Comes

It took some time for the Martell carriage to arrive at the courtyard of the Red Keep. Thoughts of Robert’s bastards had been put aside for the time being. Ned had decided to stay with Oberyn and greet the Martells personally, in his capacity as Hand of the King and as a friend to house Martell.

Friend…

Few friends did together when Ned had done with multiple women from that house, women that were currently stepping out of the two storied carriage and into the yard.

First came Mellario, as buxom and beautiful as ever. After the Martell matriarch came a woman Ned barely recognised as Arianne Martell, Mellario’s daughter. She had been a few years younger last time Ned had met her. She had grown into one of the most beautiful women Ned had ever seen. It was clear that Arianne had taken after her mother in shape, something made all too apparent by the - what could charitably described as - dress she was wearing.

Following Arianne came Ellaria Sand, paramour to Oberyn, a beautiful woman Ned had enjoyed many times on his visits to Dorne. The Sand Snakes stepped out of the carriage after their father’s lover, each more beautiful than the last. Obara was the oldest and stood by far the tallest, with a body that had clearly been honed by the training yard. Then there was Nymeria, tall, slim and dark. She smirked when she laid eyes on Ned, for reasons he did not know.

Then came a sight that made Ned’s heart beat faster in his chest. Tyene sauntered down the carriage steps, seemingly taking care to make sure her breasts bounced heavily with every step. Flashing Ned a wide grin, she waved to him and took her place beside her sisters. Then a woman with darker skin than the rest walked out of the carriage, Sarella, Ned knew her to be. Oberyn had fathered her on some Summer Islander ship’s captain, he had told Ned.

The final woman was a sight that nearly made Ned’s breath catch in his throat as he was transported back to Harrenhall all those years ago. The last of the women was nearly identical to a younger Elia.

“My oldest daughter with Ellaria, Elia Sand.” Oberyn informed Ned, standing beside him. Ned gave a small cough, clearly his surprise had not gone unnoticed.

“The resemblance is almost uncanny.” Ned responded. “I don’t think I ever met her when when I visited Dorne.”

“No, Mellario kept you busy enough.” Oberyn chuckled. “She passed her eight-and-tenth nameday three moons ago and wanted to see the capital with us.”

“It’s wonderful to see you, old friend.” Doran called out to Ned as he was rolled down a small ramp from the carriage by Areo Hotah.

“As Hand of the king, I welcome you to King’s Landing.” Ned offered as he and Oberyn walked to Doran and Mellario. “We’re very glad to have you here.”

“And we are exceedingly grateful that you are here to… have… us…” Mellario purred, looking at Ned like he was a slab of meat. “Perhaps the Hand can show us to our chambers?” She turned to Doran.

Gods woman, you’re insatiable.

“A splendid idea.” Doran smiled. “Oberyn, make sure everyone is settled while the Hand and I talk.” Oberyn nodded, then turned to the Martell men that had come with them.

“If you’ll follow me then.” Ned indicated to the entrance to the Red Keep. Areo began to push Doran’s chair as Mellario took Ned’s arm, pressing herself into him.

“We look forward to seeing more of you, Prince Stark!” Ned heard Tyene call after them as they entered the keep, laughing.

“I must say I really am glad to have some friends in the capital.” Ned reiterated as they walked through the corridors of the Red Keep together.

“You haven’t found any at court?” Doran asked.

“Fools and schemers are plentiful in these lands, but few friends. Oh, they smile and bow when I can see them, but what do they do when my back is turned, I wonder? Foes and false-friends surround me, I fear.”

“Then let us turn to happier topics.” Mellario said, Ned felt her hand squeezing his as they walked arm-in-arm.

“Yes,” Ned smiled, now was probably as good a time as any. “I do not know if Elia has written to you of this,” he began, “but she has fallen pregnant, with my child.” Mellario stopped walking and Areo stopped wheeling Doran, both Martells looking at him, both clearly surprised by the news. “We were married quickly after she informed me.” Ned added. After a pause, Doran gave him a soft smile and held out his hand. Ned took it gladly.

“Then congratulations are in order, brother.” Doran smiled up at him. “I remember her saying in her letters years ago, that she did not want another child. Not after Aegon…” The Dornish prince gazed off into the middle distance for a few moments. “You make my sister happy. That’s all I can ever ask.” He finally said.

“It’s good the woman finally came to her senses and joined your little marriage group officially.” Mellario smiled, pulling Ned into a hug. “Elia deserves the world, but you are more than enough.”

Areo gave Ned a stoic nod, which he took to mean he approved of the news as well.

“Talking of babes,” Ned continued, taking a handful of Mellario’s ample arse. “How are the children?” He asked Mellario.

“They’re both doing wonderfully.” She beamed with delight, her smile as bright as the sun on the Martell banner. “Lyanna has taken to taming giant snakes and scorpions, having them follow her around. Little Ned is being taught the water magics of the Rhoynar…”

For the rest of the journey to their bedchambers, they talked of Ned and Mellario’s two children. Ned was happy to hear they they were well loved and cared for. The only Martells who knew that they were Ned’s children were Doran, Mellario, Areo and Oberyn. It was better that way. It would be dangerous for it to be publicly known that the Princess of Dorne had birthed a number of Ned’s bastards. He did not mention Aegon, he did not think they knew who truly fathered him. It was Elia’s secret to tell.

“Now…” Mellario said as the group walked through the doors to the bedchamber Doran and Mellario would be using. “It as been too many years, my dear Ned.” Mellario began as she stripped off her thin dress in one smooth motion, revealing her immaculate, nude form. “We need to fuck.”

“Gods, you can be direct sometimes.” Doran laughed as Areo wheeled him off to the side, so he would get a good view.

“One of the reasons you fell in love with me.” Mellario answered her husband, grinning as she bounced on the balls of her feet, causing her magnificent curves to jiggle under Ned’s gaze.

“One of many, I expect.” Ned intoned, his eyes resting on Mellario’s massive breasts. They had grown even larger than the last time he had seen them. Only to be expected, as she had birthed him another child in that time.

Noticing Ned’s eye-line, Mellario laughed, cupping her breasts. “Yes, all men love my breasts.” She laughed. “You’ve no idea how many men I’ve reduced to blabbering fools with only a low-cut gown.”

“Oh, how forgetful of us.” Doran said suddenly. “We’ve a gift for you, Ned.” Areo brought out a medium sized wooden box from a compartment in Doran’s wheelchair, handing it to Ned. Looking inside, Ned found a leather bull-whip with some runes carved into the wooden handle.

“It’s been enchanted to never leave a mark.” Mellario bit her lip as she grinned.

“You want me to use it on you?” Ned was astounded. The most he had ever used on his women were paddles. A whip would tear the flesh off a back easily. Something Ned would never do to his lovers.

“Areo’s flogged me many times with this whip and left no marks at all.” Mellario showed Ned her back. She was right, it was flawless, showing no scars that a whip would leave.

“Will it not hurt?”

“There can be pleasure found in pain, my dear.” Mellario purred.

Using two lengths of silk that were also rolled up in the box, Ned fastened Mellario’s wrists to two posts of the room’s large bed. Stepping back to marvel at the woman in front of him, Ned took in Mellario’s beauty.

Her back was arched, sticking her massive arse out, begging him to use it. She was completely open to him, her flawless, dark skin fully uncovered to his eyes. Mellario wiggled her hips from side-to-side, shaking her ample behind for Ned’s enjoyment.

With the whip in hand, Ned walked to the other side of the room, glancing at Doran, asking for approval. Doran gave a nod in response, clearly eagerly anticipating the show. Ned unfurled the whip, raising his arm above his head, he brought it down with and almost deafening Crack!

And… missed Mellario entirely.

“I didn’t even feel that one.” Mellario giggled as Ned and Doran chuckled, even the stoic Areo Hotah smirked. “I had hoped to be flogged sometime today, my-AHHHH!”

Ned interrupted Mellario by cracking the whip again, this time it found it’s mark, catching Mellario on her left side. Mellario’s muscles tensed as she gasped and shook. Ned was amazed, she was completely unmarked by the whip.

“Elia’s going to love this.” Ned chuckled as he whipped Mellario again. And Again. And Again. Before long she was shaking and wailing, her pleasure clear by her weeping cunt. “How does it feel to see another man flog your wife?” Ned called to Doran as the whip kissed Mellario’s arse-cheek, making it ripple delightfully.

“Glad she’s getting what she deserves.” Doran laughed.

“What she needs!” A quivering Mellario corrected him.

Another strike caused her legs to give out, her head dropped as her legs lost all strength, the bindings were the only things keeping her up. Ned kept whipping her, eliciting moans and whines from the married Norvossi princess, a puddle of her essence forming beneath her.

“I think she’s ready now.” Ned relented. Dropping the whip to the ground, Ned walked over and undid Mellario’s bindings. She fell to the floor at the foot of the bed, naked and shivering in pleasure.

“Do I please you, my Prince” she asked, brushing her dark curls out of her face.

“You certainly do.” Ned said, drinking her flawless body in. 

He lifted her back onto the bed, running his hands up and down her curvy form. Ned was all too aware of Mellario’s buxom body, taking her massive, round breasts in his hands. Many times Ned had used her body for his pleasure. He was about to do so again. Then an idea crossed his mind.

“I recall you telling me of an idea you had a few years ago.” Ned teased, pinching her dark, pierced nipples, making Mellario squirm. 

“About your wolf form?” Mellario lit up. Her hands went to the bindings of his breeches, untying them quickly. “Have you reconsidered?” She looked up at him with shining eyes as she pulled his breeches down, freeing his hard cock.

“I’ll show you.” Ned said as he stepped away from Mellario, removing the rest of his clothes.

It took a great deal of concentration, but a powerful skinchanger was able to halt their transformation when they chose to. These were called ‘Hybrid-forms’. Ned was going to change between his ‘Man form’ and his ‘Man-Wolf form’. In essence, the transformation into ‘Man-Wolf’ would not be completed.

Instead of becoming a Wolf in the shape of a man, Ned would retain a more-manlike form. He would grow to eight feet tall and become much stronger, growing more hair than he had before, but his body would change no more than that. He would keep a man’s body and a man’s mind.

Mellario gasped as Ned began to change. He fell to one knee as he felt his body expanding and contracting, his senses becoming even more acute than they already were. Over they years, as Ned became much more practiced at transforming, it became a much less painful affair.

Eventually, Ned’s hybrid-transformation was complete and he stood up, head nearly hitting the chandelier hanging above him.

“Gods…” Mellario starred slack-jawed at him, her eyes resting on his cock, that had grown with the rest of him. “You’re going to utterly destroy me.” She giggled gleefully. “It’s like a third leg!”

“I take it, you approve?” Ned smiled down at her. Being only two inches over five feet tall, Ned’s eight foot frame towered over Mellario. Her head was at the same height as Ned’s stomach.

“I certainly do!” Mellario beamed as she bent over slightly to kiss the base of Ned’s cock. “There’s no chance of this fitting in my mouth though. Areo, I’ll need the little green vial.” The bodyguard handed Mellario a vial that she immediately drank from. “A potion.” She explained to Ned. “It’ll make my cunt more durable and… Accommodating… to particularly large intruders.”

“That’ll be useful.” Ned said. “Bed. Hands and knees.”

“My heart belongs to my husband, but the rest of me is yours for the taking.” Mellario giggled, then complied with his order, Ned admired the seductive sway of her wide hips as she strode to the bed and crawled into position.

She was a sight to make men go weak. The body of a pleasure goddess on all fours begging for her lover to claim her, as her husband watched on. Ned did not need to get on the bed, only to bend down slightly and his cock was in line with her cunt.

Ned wasted no time in thrusting his hard cock into Mellario’s tight, wet embrace. She climaxed instantly. Shaking and shuddering as Ned eased deeper into her sheath. Mellario was one of the most seductive women Ned had ever seen, it had been years since he had the pleasure of fucking her.

Savouring the sensations and sounds of Mellario wailing, Ned placed his enlarged hands on Mellario’s hips and pulled her back onto him. He did not spare a thought to Mellario, nor Doran and Areo, he just began to thrust away at Mellario’s cunt, filling her completely. Ned enjoyed the euphoric feeling of driving his cock in and out of his married whore.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” Mellario wailed. “Claim me! BREED YOUR WHORE!!”

Ned laughed as she begged him to breed her in front of her husband. Few words came of Mellario’s incoherent moans as she tried to push herself back onto him. But she had lost all strength some time ago, Ned was the only thing holding her up now. Even as he ploughed her to within an inch of her life.

Ned gave her arse a hard spank, grinning at the way her supple dark skin jiggled at the impact, he could cover her massive arse-cheeks with his hands now. 

Mellario was seductive and powerful.

She was a princess of a great kingdom.

Yet in Ned’s hands, she behaved like a cheap, wanton whore.

Mellario may have been married to Doran, but she belonged to Ned. He knew it, she knew it and Doran knew it. She was his to fuck and his to breed.

“Who do you belong to?” Ned thundered as he clapped his hand down on Mellario’s fleshy arse again.

“You!” Mellario wailed. “I’m yours! Give me your seed! I want another bastard!”

Ned growled like a wolf. The thought of giving Mellario another bastard to raise as Doran’s child filled him with lust as he continued to fuck her curvy form.

Ned’s hands snaked along Mellario’s sides, one gripping tightly around Mellario’s  throat, the other taking a firm grasp of her right breast. She gasped in surprise when Ned pulled her back off the bed.

Ned’s chest was pressed to Mellario’s back as he straightened up, lifting Mellario with him as if she weighed nothing. Her feet dangled off the floor, the only thing holding her up was Ned’s arms and hips as he relentlessly pounded into her. Mellario never complained about the rough treatment though, in fact, she demanded it.

“FUCK ME!” She gasped breathlessly as Ned choked her, holding her in the air like a toy.

Mellario’s eyes crossed as Ned continued to slam into her, the wet claps of their hips echoing across the room as Ned pillaged Mellario’s womb. Words began to fail her. Under Ned’s unending assault, Mellario was reduced to weak, high pitched moans and inane babble.

From the tight, clenching felling around his cock, along with Mellario’s shaking, Ned guessed she climaxed again. Mellario was one of the most lusty, wanton, lewd women he had ever met. There was a reason she was one of his favourite whores. She had as much passion and fire as anyone could have, yet that still didn’t help her in the face of Ned’s stamina.

There were only a few women Ned would not hold back for when he took them to bed. His wives were among them. Mellario was also one of their number. There was no such thing as too much, for her. She wanted him, hard and savage.

When he struck her, she begged for more. When he seeded her, she begged for his babe. She held nothing but purest desire for Ned, just as he did for her. Squeezing Mellario’s massive breast in his enlarged hand, Ned bounced the short woman up and down his shaft.

Up and down she went, legs and arms flopping back and forth, hefty breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts. She always knew how to wake the beast inside him. They would use each other until they were both utterly spent, then begin again.

She was his breeding bitch and he was her stud.

He fucked her harder than any other man could, even more than many men together. Mellario had demanded another child from him, and he was going to give it to her. Spending their nights fucking her over any surface they could find, filling her with his seed time and again.

Ned turned away from the bed and towards Doran, showing him what he was doing to his wife, how much she enjoyed it.

“This is what you wanted.” Ned growled. “Your wife is my whore.”

“YES! YES! I’M YOUR WHORE!!!” Mellario screamed as she climaxed on his cock again. She was begging him to feed her his seed, to give her his bastard. She was perhaps his most enthusiastic lover, other than Cat.

Memories of Mellario fucking him with his wives crossed Ned’s mind. Thoughts of Cat and Mellario’s massive breasts wrapped around his cock. They made him start fucking Mellario with newfound vigour.

It was another half-hour before Ned filled Mellario with his seed as he roared in triumph. Mellario’s unconscious face was pressed against Doran’s as Ned inseminated her womb. A torrent of his seed gushed into her deepest sanctum as Ned pulled Mellario up by her hair and slapped her awake.

“Fuck me…” she whimpered meekly, opening her bleary eyes. “Give me your seed… I want another babe...”

Keeping fully sheathed inside Mellario, plugging her cunt with his cock, Ned glanced in the door’s direction when he thought he heard a noise. He could see a shadow behind the door, and someone looking through the keyhole.

Breathing deeply through his nose, Ned found out who it was instantly. Arianne, he thought, from the smell of it, she had clearly been pleasuring herself too. It seemed Tyene’s words were true, the minx did want into his bed. It didn’t seem like she knew Ned had realised she was there.

Ned resolved to give both Martells a show. He ended up fucking Mellario for the rest of the day.

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As more arrivals came from far and wide, the day came for the tourney to begin. Ned, Arya and Sansa flew to the tourney grounds on dragon-back, giving the common folk a show as they sailed through the air, as Renly and Loras Tyrell had done with their dragons earlier. And as Joffrey and the Queen were likely to do after them. This was the most dragonriders King’s Landing had hosted for some time. There was Ned, Sansa, Renly, the Tyrell sons, Joffrey and Cersei.

Cersei had demanded one of the Targaryen dragon eggs that Tywin’s forces had captured during the sack of King’s Landing. That egg had hatched into a green and gold dragon, said by some to be the most beautiful dragon in the realm. Stormbreaker had been too weak to fly for a long time, so Ned doubted Robert considered himself a dragonrider anymore. Arya was not yet old enough for her to fly on her own, so she rode with Ned on Snowsong, with Sansa flying on Sunbeam, her own red and orange dragon.

Beyond the city walls, hundreds of pavilions had been raised beside the river, and the common folk came out in the thousands to watch the games. Looking at all the structures that had been erected on the grounds, Ned could easily see why the realm was in deep debt. At least it made for a pretty sight.

Ned hadn’t been to many tournaments in his life, thoughts of Harrenhal swam up from the depths of his memory. Unfortunately, not the happy ones of his liaisons with Minisa, then Ash and Elia. But of Lyanna and Rhaegar, filled with guilt and regret.

I should have let Robert and Brandon kill him when I had the chance.

“Do you think you’ll win the tourney, Father?” Arya shouted over the wind as they brought their dragons down to land in the open area near their pavilion. Tall banners of white and grey marked their tents with Direwolves on every flag.

Ned waited for the jolt of Snowsong hitting the ground before he responded. “I suppose I’ve as much of a chance to win as any.”

“Not after I knock you into the dirt, Stark.” Arthur chuckled as he strolled out of the pavilion, wearing his glowing white armour.

“I’ve seen father do the same to you more than enough times back home.” Sansa said as she hopped off Sunbeam and Ned helped Arya climb down from Snowsong’s saddle.

“Come now, we all know I’m the one who’s going to win the tourney.” Beric Stark loudly crunched on an apple as he sauntered up to them. “This old Witcher’s got more experience than the two of you combined. And in my book, experience outranks everything.”

“I want to ride in the tourney.” Arya piped up, clearly her lessons with Syrio had made her want to use her sword.

“Perhaps one day, little pup.” Beric smiled down at her. “But now, you must change, unless you mean to attend the tourney in your riding leathers?”

“Of course not, uncle.” Sansa seemed almost offended at the suggestion that she would attend a social gathering in anything less than the finest gowns.

“And you’ll be needing your armour.” Arthur turned to Ned. “It’s all ready, the rest of the household is on their way. They’ll be here before the tournament starts.”

Ned nodded in response as they went into their pavilion. It was well furnished with all manner of expensive chests, chairs and tables, not that Ned paid much attention to them, as he was trying to put on his armour with Dorkk’s negligible help. The dwarf was a peerless blacksmith, but not someone you’d want to help you get dressed.

Both Sansa and Arya were fully dressed and waiting for him before Ned had even gotten the breastplate fully fastened. After it was finally done, Ned stood in front of a mirror to admire Dorkk’s craftsmanship.

The armour was purest Uru, dyed grey, with silver inlay wolves on the chestplate and a weirwood in the centre, small runes with in intricate patterns were carved all over the Uru. Dwarves abhorred unfilled space in their metalworks, so they filled it with interlace designs. The branches of the weirwood stretched and curved around the plate like so many snakes coiling around each other.

Eventually, Ned walked out of the pavilion with a scabbarded Ice in his hand and Dorrk carrying his great-helm. He was surprised to see Sansa, Arya, Arthur and Beric talking to a group of women. Most of them were younger but they had one old woman with them, Ned recognised one of them to be Alerie Tyrell, looking as beautiful as ever.

“Ah, here comes the wolf in question.” The old woman said.

“Prince Stark,” Alerie bowed with a smirk, letting him see down the expanse of her cleavage. “It’s been too long...”

“Indeed,” Ned responded, “Alas, I do not know who your companions are?”

“Then allow me to introduce my daughter: Margaery.” Alerie indicated to a beautiful young woman around Robb and Jon’s age with curly brown hair. As she was Alerie’s daughter, Ned tried not to notice that Margaery shared her mother’s form, as well as an affinity for wearing decidedly low-cut dresses. Though Ned did not fail to notice that Sansa was paying close attention to the Tyrell woman. “Her cousins, the daughters of Mina and Janna,” Alerie indicated to the other young women who curtsied prettily. “And finally my good-mother, Olenna Tyrell.”

“It is an honour to meet you, Lady Tyrell.” Ned bowed to the older woman. He had heard many tales of the Queen of Thorns from Beric. Apparently they had a relationship a number of decades ago.

“We’re here to watch Loras in the tourney.” She explained. “I was just telling your daughters how you and I are… Old friends…” Alerie smirked at him. Sansa managed to lift her eyes from Margaery’s cleavage and give him a look.

“My mothers and father have quite a few ‘Old friends’…” She said, pointedly.

“Alerie, why don’t you take the girls to the stands while the Hand and I discuss things.” Olenna motioned with her cain.

Ned bid his daughters farewell as Alerie lead the group of women away, Margaery taking Sansa by the arm. Ned heard them talking of riding Sunbeam together. Both Arthur and Beric said their goodbyes as they went with Dorkk to ready their mounts. Soon enough, Ned was left alone with the Queen of Thorns.

“Your Sansa seems quite taken with my granddaughter.” She said with a smile as she hobbled along, Ned following her.

“She seems a pleasant girl.” Ned agreed.

“Perhaps other children of yours would find her pleasant too. Our houses haven’t ever been directly opposed to each other, yet we’ve never been the closest of friends either. Yet we both greatly benefit from trade between our kingdoms.” Ned could tell where the conversation was going.

“I don’t think your son has forgiven me for what Snowsong did to his dragon.”

“He’s an oaf that should never have been given a dragon in the first place.” Olenna responded. “He would have been more than likely to fall from his mount and die, had you not grounded him.” There was a pause as the pair strolled to no particular destination. “The Reach has the biggest fleet in the Seven Kingdoms, your Great Canal is a great boon to our trading ships-”

“The tax rate on all non-Northern ships will remain the same.” Ned interrupted her. “That’s our canal you’e using, you should pay for it.” It was always the same. Half a dozen times a month Ned received letters from merchants and lords who wanted to use the Great Canal at a greatly reduced charge, offering money, daughters and anything else under the sun in exchange. Ned had always stood firm and denied them.

“I’m not suggesting we pay nothing, nor am I expecting you to lower rates without… incentive. The Reach, the North and the Westerlands are the the three most powerful kingdoms in Westeros, it doesn’t suit our interests to be against each other. However, if the time should come to take up arms, would you prefer Tywin Lannister to be our ally?”

“Why would we need to take up arms?” Ned asked the old woman, cautiously. “…What do you know?”

“Know? I know nothing, Prince Stark. As do you... right now. Good day.” And with that, she hobbled away, leaving Ned to wonder what she had meant.

Did she know of Jon Arryn? If so, why not say?

Thoughts swirled through Ned’s mind like a maelstrom, and he was standing in the eye of the storm, trying to feel his way out.

Ned could hear the horns being sounded, announcing the riders. He quickly made his way over to the stables to fetch his mount. Climbing into the saddle, Ned felt the absence of Fang. His direwolf was safely back in Winterfell now, with all his pups. Besides, even if he was with Ned, it would be unlikely that they would let him ride Fang in the lists. A direwolf would terrify every horse that saw it, likely causing them to throw their riders.

Pressing his heels into his mount’s flanks, he urged the horse forwards to the tourney grounds. Arthur and the seven knights of the Kingsguard took the field, all but Jaime Lannister in scaled armor the color of milk, their cloaks as white as fresh-fallen snow. Ser Jaime wore the white cloak as well, but beneath it he was shining gold from head to foot, with a lion’s-head helm and a golden sword. Ser Arthur cut a more ragged figure beside his former brothers, his white cloak looking more tattered.

Ned had offered to have a new one made for him, Ash had even told her brother to wear the crest of their house. Arthur had denied them both, saying he preferred to keep his white cloak as it was. The crowds cheered as Beric ‘The Bloodwolf’ took his place beside Arthur in his dark red and grey armour. All knew the tales of the legendary Stark Grandmaster Witcher, who slew ‘The Minotaur of the Mander’ singlehandedly.

There were many other faces Ned spied among the riders. Lord Yohn Royce was easy to see in his bronze plated armour, covered in runes. The ridiculous looking warrior priest Thoros of Myr, with his flapping red robes and shaven head. It was nearly enough to make Ned discount him, before he remembered Thoros had been the first over the walls of Pyke with his flaming sword in hand.

Then came Renly in resplendent armour with a gold antlered helm. He had boasted of having half a dozen new suits of armour freshly made for the tourney. There were a hundred riders Ned did not know; hedge knights and rangers from the far north all the way to Dorne, all hoping for a chance at glory and adoration.

The jousting went all day and into the dusk, the hooves of the great warhorses pounding down the lists until the field was a ragged wasteland of torn earth. Riders crashed together, lances exploding into splinters while the commons screamed for their favourites.

Much to Ned’s annoyance, the Kingslayer rode brilliantly. He overthrew Ser Andar Royce and the Marcher Lord Bryce Caron as easily as if he were riding at rings, and then took a hard-fought match from white-haired Barristan Selmy, who had won his first two tilts against men thirty and forty years his junior.

Sandor Clegane seemed unstoppable as well, riding down one foe after the next. Ned did not see the event, but he had heard the Hound had killed one of his opponents, when his lance splintered, stabbing the man in the neck. It was unfortunate, but such things happened at tourneys.

Ser Balon Swann fell to Arthur, and Renly to Beric. Renly was unhorsed so violently that he fell backward off his charger, legs in the air. His head hit the ground with an audible crack that made the crowd gasp, but it was just the golden antler on his helm. One of the tines had snapped off beneath him.

When Renly climbed to his feet, the commons cheered wildly, for King Robert’s younger brother was a great favourite. He handed the broken tine to his conqueror with a gracious bow. Beric held it aloft with a cheer from the crowd before stowing it away. Doubtless, it was to be added to Beric’s extensive trophy collection.

Ned was surprised to see that he was also doing very well, having handily dispatched Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr and Lord Jason Mallister.

The hardest challenge Ned had faced was against the Hound. Ned had been happy to be facing the Lannister lackey, perhaps ‘accidentally’ win some justice for Mycha, the butchers boy. But Ned thought better of the notion, his daughters didn’t need to see him kill a man. Hopefully, they never would.

Both lances struck hard and true on the first bout, both of them seemingly immovable objects. Ned could hear crowds cheering for him and the Hound to kill each other.

The Old God of blood and death would certainly find ardent worshipers here, Ned thought. They’d offer him rivers of blood and skulls aplenty for his skull-throne. Ned had always thought of him as a cruel god.

Khorne cares not from where the blood flows, only that it flows…

Readying himself for the second bout, something caught Ned’s attention in the crowd. Kicking his heels, his horse pressed forward, speeding towards his opponent. Then Ned saw her.

Tyene!?

The Dornishwoman was in the lower stands, her dress pulled down to her waist, laughing as she bounced her large, naked breasts for him to see.

Before he could turn, the Hound’s lance struck him like the fist of an angry giant, shattering into a hundred splinters. The force of the blow sent Ned reeling back on his mount, nearly falling off before he regained his seat. A squire handed him another lance when he got to the other end of the field and Ned turned his horse around for the third bout.

Forcing himself not to look at Tyene, not playing her game, Ned focused on the Hound. He marshalled all the skills Arthur had taught him over the years as they raced towards each other.

The world took a breath before they clashed.

Wood splintered from both lances as Ned knocked the Hound clear off his horse and the crowds erupted into ruckus cheers. Ned looked to his daughters, who were both jumping up and down in very unladylike celebration. Mellario and the rest of the Martells were also clapping and cheering him in the higher stands, though Tyene was not among them.

Ned turned down to Tyene in the lower stands, her top half was still bear as she leaned over the stands and blew him a kiss. By that point, she was far from the only woman in the lower stands bearing her breasts to his gaze.

They do love a winner…

Ned held his fist to the sky in celebration as the crowds cheered his name and he rode off the field.

In the end it came down to four; Ned, Arthur, Jaime Lannister, and Ser Loras Tyrell, the youth they called the Knight of Flowers.

Multiple times Ned saw Lady Alerie and Lady Margaery cheering for Ser Loras. At sixteen, he was the youngest rider on the field, yet he had unhorsed three knights of the Kingsguard that morning in his first three jousts. Even more impressive, he had unhorsed Beric in a spectacular display.

After each victory, Ser Loras would remove his helm and ride slowly round the fence, and finally pluck a single white rose from the blanket before tossing it to some fair maiden in the crowd.

After that match, the moon was well up and the crowd was tired, so Robert decreed that the last three matches would be fought the next morning, before the melee. While the commons began their walk home, talking of the day’s jousts and the matches to come on the morrow, the court moved to the riverside to begin the feast.

A mammoth from the far north had been roasting for hours, turning slowly on wooden spits while kitchen boys basted it with butter and herbs until the meat crackled and spit. Tables and benches had been raised outside the pavilions, piled high with sweetgrass and strawberries and fresh-baked bread.

Ned sat with his daughters, Arthur and Beric in places of high honour, to the right of the raised dais where Robert and Cersei sat together. Arya seemed very impressed with his performance, asking him if he could teach her how to joust.

Singers sat before the king’s pavilion, filling the dusk with music. A juggler kept a cascade of burning clubs spinning through the air. The king’s own fool, the pie-faced simpleton called Moon Boy, danced about on stilts, all in motley, making mock of everyone with such deft cruelty that Ned wondered if he was simple after all.

All the while the courses came and went, so many that Ned could not name them all, nor did he care to. Knowing just how much all of it had cost had dulled Ned’s mood somewhat. The hour had grown late, Ned had just sent his daughters off with Beric and Arthur when he came back to the feast, Robert began to shout.

He had grown louder with each course. From time to time, Ned could hear him laughing or roaring a command over the music and the clangor of plates and cutlery, but they were too far away for him to make out Robert’s words. He had always been boisterous during feasts, Ned had thought it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Now everybody heard him.

“No!” he thundered in a voice that drowned out all other speech. He had a goblet of wine in one hand, and he was drunk as a man could be. “You do not tell me what to do, woman!” he screamed at Cersei. “I am king here, do you understand? I rule here, and if I say that I will fight tomorrow, I will fight!”

Everyone was staring. No one made a move to interfere, Ned almost felt a pang of pity for Cersei in that moment. Her face was a mask, so bloodless that it might have been sculpted from snow. She rose from the table, gathered her skirts around her, and stormed off in silence, servants trailing behind.

Jaime Lannister put a hand on Robert’s shoulder, but the King shoved him away hard. Lannister stumbled and fell. Robert just guffawed. “The great knight. I can still knock you in the dirt. Remember that, Kingslayer.” He slapped his chest with the jeweled goblet, splashing wine all over his satin tunic. “Give me my hammer and not a man in the realm can stand before me!”

Jaime Lannister rose and brushed himself off. “As you say, Your Grace.” His voice was still.

Renly was the first to come forward, smiling. “You’ve spilled your wine, Robert. Let me bring you a fresh goblet.”

Ned was about to go to Robert before he heard a voice calling his name. He turned to see Lady Alerie Tyrell standing in front of him. Her long Valyrian hair was freely hanging down her back. She wore an ornate dress of green and gold, that showed an awful lot of her considerable cleavage. “I wish to talk to you…” she said as she looked up into his eyes. “Privately.” Ned knew exactly what she meant.

“What of your husband?” Ned glanced around, searching for Lord Mace.

“Don’t spare him a thought… I certainly won’t. He’ll barely notice we’re gone.” She laughed. “And I need you inside me...” Alerie said quietly, bitting her bottom lip seductively.

“Then let’s not waste any more time here.” Ned said, quietly ushering Alerie away from the feast.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at his pavilion. Walking into it, past a despondent looking Harper and Harris when they saw Ned had company.

Ned placed Alerie on the bed and deftly worked to bindings of her dress, divesting her of if in record time. She was completely bared to him. Just the way he liked it.

She still smells like roses.

Taking in the wondrous sight before him, Ned’s eyes roamed Alerie’s curvy form, her pale skin, wide hips and exceedingly large breasts that had pleasured him many times during the rebellion and after. Leaning over Alerie, Ned pressed his lips to hers, kissing her for the first time in years.

The last time they had been together was during the Greyjoy rebellion. Ironborn raiders had taken her from Old Town and planned to make a gift of her to their king, to be his whore. Luckily, Ned’s forces had attacked and he had freed her. Alerie spent the rest of the war as his bedwarmer, sending her home with a babe in her belly, one she passed off as her husband’s.

“Feeling a little overdressed?” Alerie teased, her hand rubbing his cock as it strained against his breeches.

“Somewhat.” Ned chuckled, leaning back as he sat on the bed. “Perhaps you can assist?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Alerie smirked as she sunk to floor, on her knees.

Ned quickly pulled off his doublet and shirt as Alerie pulled he breeches down. When she pulled them far enough, his throbbing cock sprung out and smacked her right in the face, sending both of them into fits of laughter.

“I’ve never found another cock as perfect as this one.” Alerie muttered as she grasped it at the base and began to rub up and down the cock, giving it small kisses.

“You’ve been looking for one?”

“You can’t expect me to be satisfied with just my husband in your absence.” She laughed. “I’ve been searching high and low. From lords and knights sworn to my household, to common stable hands. None have had a cock as magnificent as yours, dear Ned.”

“Gods…” Ned moaned as she took his shaft deep into her throat, lavished his cock with her tongue, lazily sucking away at him. It was a technique she’d perfected during the rebellion and one she used to great effect now.

Ned lay back on the comfortable bed as the wet sounds of Alerie Tyrell loudly sucking his cock filled the room, her moans of pleasure becoming more and more apparent.

“I need your cock.” Alerie panted after she pulled her mouth away from his shaft, a long string of saliva still connecting them.

“Then I think it’s time we moved on to the main event.” Ned lifted Alerie from the grown and laid her on the bed.

She squeaked and giggled in response, spreading her arms and legs wide, arching her back to show off her prominent curves. Ned’s wet cock slapped down on her pelvis, making her shiver in anticipation.

“You’re going to be deeper inside me than any other man.” She moaned. It was always gratifying for Ned to hear that.

Especially from a married woman.

“Are you ready?” Ned asked as he angled his cock to the entrance of her cunt.

“Ready and eager.” Alerie nodded quickly.

Ned entered her slowly, inching his way into the familiar, but not recently visited cunt. Inch-by-inch, Ned eased into Alerie, as she wrapped her legs behind his hips, locking him inside her. He pulled out almost as slowly, then slammed all the way to the hilt inside her. Then again. And again. And again.

"Gods… You’re so big…" Alerie moaned, hoarsely.

Ned quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of her, the loud claps of their union would easily be heard outside. Alerie’s massive breasts bounced enticingly on her chest, in time with Ned’s thrusts. He gave them a few slaps, much to Alerie’s pleasure. Then he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking eagerly.

The sensations clearly became too much for the Tyrell woman to bear. Alerie was brought to a spasming climax beneath Ned, her voice was shaking as she moaned out a collection of half formed syllables that could have been Ned’s name.

The feeling of Alerie’s tight cunt squeezing his cock like a vice was near enough to end him there. But Ned was made of sterner stuff than that, he pulled back and rolled Alerie onto her knees on the bed. Her body moved bonelessly in his hands, she just accepted how Ned positioned her. He imagined if he stuffed his cock out her arsehole, she would readily accept it too.

Alerie’s face and chest were pressed into the bedsheets, arching her back wonderfully, emphasising her wide hips and the impressive globes of her arse. Ned spanked it a few times, eliciting deep moans from the Reacher woman as he turned her arse cheeks red.

Deciding he’d had enough of smacking her arse, Ned began to hammer into Alerie’s cunt at blinding speeds. She was wailing so loud they had to be able to hear her all over the camp.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED!” Alerie cried. “I LOVE YOUR STARK COCK! YOU’RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN MY HUSBAND!”

Mostly followed by calling herself “Ned’s whore” and begging him to give her another child. Alerie squirted all over the bedsheets twice more, the second time when Ned was lying fully on top of her, taking her breasts in his hands, whispering utter filth into her ear and grinding his cock deep inside her.

It was the hour of the bat when Ned finally spent himself inside Alerie’s cunt, filling her to the brim with his seed. After an eternity, Ned removed his cock with a wet plop sound and a river of his seed flowed from within Alerie.

“That was… Ah… Glorious…” Alerie panted, still face down on the bed.

“I’ve missed you too.” Ned chuckled as he stretched out beside her.

“So… Now will you ally our houses?” She asked.

“What?”

“Oh… Sorry… Lady Olenna told to me to be more subtle, but after a performance like that… It’s a miracle I can still think.”

…What? Ned began to panic, did Alerie tell people she was his lover?

“Olenna knows?” Ned turned to his side on the bed.

“She found us out… She told me she knew ‘All too well’ what a Stark cock did to a woman.” Alerie let out a breathless laugh.

“She told you to fuck me, so I would agree to a marriage pact?”

“Yes.”

“Well… You put forth a convincing argument.” Ned said, as he positioned himself behind Alerie’s buxom rear end.

“We can’t continue…” Alerie said, sadly. “Even my husband will wonder where i’ve gone after a while.”

“Let him wonder.” Ned said, easing his cock into Alerie’s backdoor. “If your husband hasn’t noticed you’ve fucked every man in Highgarden, I can keep you for the night.”

“I… ah… Haven’t fucked every man in Highgarden…” Alerie whined as she gripped the bedsheets, trembling.

“…Yet?”

“Yet…” She smirked.

Alerie ended up staying in Ned’s bed, falling into a deep slumber after Ned had fucked her half a hundred times. Ned lay beside her sleeping form for a time, before he drifted off and sent his spirit in search of another skin.

He was searching for some time, before he found a suitable host. It was one of the many cats that lived in the Red Keep, mice were better at finding small spaces, but it was never a good idea to warg into a small prey animal. Cats were always good animals for clandestine acts, they were of the night, and who would suspect a cat to be spying on them?

Ned began his rounds by checking on his daughters. Arya was sleeping soundly, but as Ned was approaching Sansa’s door, it opened suddenly. Ned was surprised to see Margaery Tyrell looking disheveled, limping out of Sansa’s room, with two of her cousins Ned met earlier walking behind her. Both of which were in similar states to Margaery.

She always was her father’s daughter, Ned thought.

If cats could chuckle, he would have. Ash, Cat and Elia had often joked that Alysanne was the most like him of all his daughters, but it seemed that Sansa wasn’t lacking in that area. Content that his daughters were safe, Ned urged the cat deeper into the keep, in search of answers.

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“I stood last vigil for him myself,” Ser Barristan Selmy said as they looked down at the body in the back of the cart. “He had no one else. A mother in the Vale, I am told.”

In the pale dawn light, the young knight looked as though he were sleeping. He had not been handsome, but death had smoothed his rough-hewn features and the silent sisters had dressed him in his best velvet tunic, with a high collar to cover the ruin the lance had made of his throat. Ned looked down at his face,wondering if it had been for his sake that the boy had died. The poor wretch that the Hound had slain in the lists had been Ser Hugh, just the man Ned had wanted to talk with; could that be mere happenstance? He supposed he would never know, but he felt in his heart that it was deliberate.

“Hugh was Jon Arryn’s squire for four years,” Selmy went on. “The king knighted him before he rode north, in Jon’s memory. The lad wanted it desperately, yet I fear he was not ready.”

Ned felt tired beyond his years. The day had started well, with Alerie waking him like a king. Then Harper had entered the pavilion, telling him who it was that the Hound had murdered. “None of us is ever ready,” he said.

“For knighthood?”

“For death.” Gently Ned covered the boy with his cloak, a bloodstained bit of blue bordered in crescent moons. When his mother asked why her son was dead, he reflected bitterly, they would tell her he had fought to honor the King’s Hand, Prince Eddard Stark. He suddenly lost his desire to win the tourney. “This was needless. War should not be a game.” Ned turned to the woman beside the cart, shrouded in grey, face hidden but for her eyes. The silent sisters prepared men for the grave, and it was ill fortune to look on the face of death. “Send his armor home to the Vale. The mother will want to have it.”

“It’s worth a fair piece of silver,” Ser Barristan said. “The boy had it forged special for the tourney. Plain work, but good. I don’t even know if he’d finished paying the smith.”

“He paid yesterday, my lord, and he paid dearly,” Ned replied. And to the silent sister he said, “Send the mother the armour… I will deal with the smith.” She bowed her head.

Afterward, Ser Barristan walked with Ned to Robert’s pavilion. The camp was beginning to stir after a long night of feasting. Men and women were trying to discreetly walk back to their tents, after a night of elicit affairs brought on by too much wine and too little sense. Though Ned knew he could hardly judge in that area, spending the night fucking the wife of one of the most powerful lords in the realm was rarely a good idea. A serving man with a goose under his arm bent his knee when he caught sight of them.

“M’lords,” he muttered as the goose honked and pecked at his fingers. The shields displayed outside each tent heralded its occupant until at last Ned spied the pure white blazons of the Kingsguard, shining like the dawn.

“The king means to fight in the melee today,” Ser Barristan said as they were passing Ser Meryn’s shield, its paint sullied by a deep gash where Loras Tyrell’s lance had scarred the wood as he drove him from his saddle.

“I am aware,” Ned said grimly. He had intended to talk to Robert at the time, but Alerie had enticed him away.

Ser Barristan’s look was troubled. “They say night’s beauties fade at dawn, and the children of wine are oft disowned in the morning light.”

“Some might say that,” Ned agreed, “but Robert doesn’t.” Other men might reconsider words spoken in drunken bravado, but Robert Baratheon would remember and, remembering, would never back down. Robert’s pride was as ample as he himself had become, to have it wounded would only spur him on.

The king’s pavilion was close by the water, the morning mists of the river had wreathed it in wisps of grey. It was the largest and grandest structure in the camp. Outside the entrance, Robert’s mighty warhammer, Foebreaker was displayed beside an immense iron shield blazoned with the crowned stag of House Baratheon.

Ned had hoped to discover Robert still abed in a wine-soaked sleep, but luck was not with him. They found Robert drinking beer from a polished horn and roaring his displeasure at two young squires who were trying to buckle him into his armor. “Your Grace,” one was saying, almost in tears, “it’s made too small, it won’t go.” He fumbled, and the gorget he was trying to it around Robert’s thick neck tumbled to the ground.

“Seven hells!” Robert swore. “Do I have to do it myself? Piss on the both of you. Pick it up. Don’t just stand there gaping, Lancel, pick it up!” The lad jumped, and the king noticed his company. “Look at these oafs, Ned. My wife insisted I take these two to squire for me, and they’re worse than useless. One ball and no brains, between them.”

Ned only needed a glance to understand the diculty. “You’re too fat for your armour.”

Robert Baratheon took a long swallow of beer, tossed the empty horn onto his sleeping furs, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said darkly, “Oh, Fat? Fat, is it? Is that how you speak to your king?” He let go his laughter, sudden as a storm.

The squires smiled nervously until the king turned on them. “Oh that’s funny is it?”

“N-No, your Grace.” One of them stammered quickly.

“No?” Ned could tell Robert was playing a trick on them. “You don’t like the Hand’s joke?”

“You’re torturing the poor boys.” Ned told Robert.

“You heard the Hand. The king’s too fat for his armor. Go find Ser Aron Santagar. Tell him I need the breastplate stretcher. Now!”

The boys tripped over each other in their haste to be quit of the tent. Robert managed to keep a stern face until they were gone. Then he dropped back into a chair, shaking with laughter.

Ser Barristan Selmy chuckled with him. Even Ned managed a smile. As always, though, the graver thoughts crept in. He could not help taking note of the two squires: handsome boys, fair and well made. One was maybe three-and-ten, with long golden curls; the other perhaps five-and-ten, sandy-haired, with a wisp of a mustache and the emerald-green eyes of the queen.

“Ah, I wish I could be there to see Santagar’s face,” Robert said. “I hope he’ll have the wit to send them to someone else. We should to keep them running around all day!”

“Those boys,” Ned asked him. “Lannisters?”

Robert nodded, wiping tears from his eyes. “Cousins. Sons of Lord Tywin’s brother. One of the dead ones. Or perhaps the live one, now that I come to think on it. I don’t recall. My wife comes from a very large family, Ned.” Then a pause. “Isn’t one of your boys married to a Lannister cousin?”

“Their mother is sister to Tywin Lannister, but the twins are house Ryder. At least they were until the married my Jon.” Ned corrected him.

“Twins?” Robert asked, seemingly astounded. “I’ll never understand how you Starks do it. Half the lords in the realm can barely handle marriage to one woman, yet you marry three and your son marries two. Two Lannisters at that.”

“All you need is offer lots of care and attention.” Ned explained. “Of course, everyone in the marriage must be equal and each needs to want the relationship to work-“

“I need your counsel on many things, Ned.” Robert interrupted him. “My marriage isn’t one of them. Besides, you’re not married to Cersei Lannister. Lannister pride knows no bounds.”

Nor does their ambition, Ned thought. He had nothing against the squires, but it troubled him to see Robert surrounded by the queen’s kin, waking and sleeping. Like their pride, the Lannister appetite for offices and honours seemed to know no bounds.

“Speaking of the Queen.” Ned began. “You had quite loud and angry words with her last night.”

The mirth curdled on Robert’s face. “The woman tried to forbid me to fight in the melee. She’s sulking in the castle now, damn her. Your sister would never have shamed me like that.”

“You do not know Lyanna as I do, Robert,” Ned told him. “You see her beauty, but not the iron underneath. She would join the melee herself and beat you into the dirt, to prove you had no place there.”

“You too?” The king frowned. “You are a sour man, Stark. Too long in the north, all the juices have frozen inside you. Well, mine are still running.” He slapped his chest to prove it.

“You are the king,” Ned reminded him.

“I sit on the damn iron seat when I must. Does that mean I don’t have the same hungers as other men? A bit of wine now and again, a girl squealing in bed, the feel of a horse between my legs? Seven hells, Ned, I want to hit someone.”

Ser Barristan Selmy spoke up. “Your Grace,” he said, “it is not seemly that the king should ride into the melee. It would not be a fair contest. Who would dare strike you?”

Robert seemed honestly taken aback. “Why, all of them, damn it. If they can. And the last man left standing...”

“...Will be you,” Ned finished. He saw at once that Selmy had hit the mark. The dangers of the melee were only a savor to Robert, but this touched on his pride. “Ser Barristan is right. There’s not a man in the Seven Kingdoms who would dare risk your displeasure by hurting you.”

“You’re taking part in it!” Robert pointed an accusatory finger at Ned.

“I am not the king.” Ned affirmed. “Besides, someone needs to win the prize money back for the crown.”

The king rose to his feet, his face flushed. “So you’re telling me I can’t take part because those prancing cravens would let me win?”

“For a certainty,” Ned said, and Ser Barristan Selmy bowed his head in silent accord.

For a moment Robert was so angry he could not speak. He strode across the tent, whirled, strode back, his face dark and angry. He snatched up his breastplate from the ground and threw it at Barristan Selmy in a wordless fury. Selmy dodged. “Get out,” the king said then, coldly. “Get out before I kill you.”

Ser Barristan left quickly. Ned was about to follow when the king called out again. “Not you, Ned.”

Ned turned back. Robert took up his horn again, filled it with beer from a barrel in the corner, and thrust it at Ned. “Drink,” he said brusquely.

“I’ve no thirst—”

“Drink. Your king commands it.”

Ned took the horn and drank. The beer was black and thick, so strong it stung the eyes.

Robert sat down again. “Damn you, Ned Stark. You and Jon Arryn, I loved you both. What have you done to me? You were the one should have been king, you or Jon.”

“You had the better claim, Your Grace.” And I would not sit that throne in a million years.

“I told you to drink, not to argue. You made me king, you could at least have the courtesy to listen when I talk, damn you. Look at me, Ned. Look at what kinging has done to me. Gods, too fat for my armor, how did it ever come to this?”

“Robert ...”

“Drink and stay quiet, the king is talking. I swear to you, I was never so alive as when I was winning this throne, or so dead as now that I’ve won it. And Cersei... I have Jon Arryn to thank for her. I had no wish to marry after Lyanna was taken from me, but Jon said the realm needed an heir. Cersei Lannister would be a good match, he told me, she would bind Lord Tywin to me should Viserys Targaryen ever try to win back his father’s throne,” Robert shook his head. “I loved that old man, I swear it, but now I think he was a bigger fool than Moon Boy. Oh, Cersei is lovely to look at, truly, but cold... The way she guards her cunt, you’d think she had all the gold of Casterly Rock between her legs. She even got a dragon egg off me too. Pridefyre she calls it, a more lazy and preening dragon you never did see. All that fuss about wanting a dragon and she never rides it. If Stormbreaker were half as healthy as her dragon i’d be riding him every morning. Here, give me that beer if you won’t drink it.” He took the horn, upended it, belched, wiped his mouth. “I am sorry for your girl, Ned. Truly. About the wolves, I mean, sending them back to Winterfell. My son was lying, I’d stake my soul on it. My son... You love your children, don’t you?”

“With all my heart,” Ned said.

“Let me tell you a secret, Ned. More than once, I have dreamed of giving up the crown. Take ship for the Free Cities with my horse and my hammer, spend my time warring and whoring, that’s what I was made for. The sellsword king, how the singers would love me. You know what stops me? The thought of Joffrey on the throne, with Cersei standing behind him whispering in his ear. My son. How could I have made a son like that, Ned?”

“He’s only a boy,” Ned said awkwardly. He had no liking for Prince Joffrey, but he could hear the pain in Robert’s voice and telling him he was right wasn’t the best option. “Have you forgotten how wild you were at his age?”

“It would not trouble me if the boy was wild, Ned. You don’t know him as I do.” He sighed and shook his head. “Ah, perhaps you are right. Jon despaired of me often enough, yet I grew into a good king.” Robert looked at Ned and scowled at his silence. “You might speak up and agree now, you know.”

“Your Grace...” Ned began, carefully.

Robert slapped Ned on the back. “Ah, say that I’m a better king than Aerys and be done with it. You never could lie for love nor honor, Ned Stark. I’m still young, and now that you’re here with me, things will be different. We’ll make this a reign to sing of, and damn the Lannisters to seven hells. I smell bacon. Who do you think our champion will be today? My money’s on you, but have you seen Mace Tyrell’s boy? The Knight of Flowers, they call him. Now there’s a son any man would be proud of. Last tourney, he dumped the Kingslayer on his golden rump, you ought to have seen the look on Cersei’s face. I laughed till my sides hurt.”

They broke their fast on black bread and boiled goose eggs and fish fried up with onions and bacon, at a trestle table by the river’s edge. The king’s melancholy melted away with the morning mist, and before long Robert was eating an orange and waxing fond about a morning at the Eyrie when they had been boys. “... had given Jon a barrel of oranges, remember? Only the things had gone rotten, so I flung mine across the table and hit Dacks right in the nose. You remember, Redfort’s pock-faced squire? He tossed one back at me, and before Jon could so much as fart, there were oranges flying across the High Hall in every direction.” He laughed uproariously, and even Ned smiled, remembering.

This was the boy he had grown up with, he thought; this was the Robert Baratheon he’d known and loved. If he could prove that the Lannisters were behind the attack on Catelyn, prove that they had murdered Jon Arryn, this man would listen. Then Cersei would fall, and the Kingslayer with her, and if Lord Tywin dared to rouse the west, Robert would smash him as he had smashed Rhaegar Targaryen on the Trident. He could see it all so clearly.

That breakfast tasted better than anything Ned had eaten in a long time, and afterward his smiles came easier and more often, until it was time for the tournament to resume.

Ned returned to his tent to find that Alerie had gone back to her husband, but Anna Henrietta had taken her cousins place on his bed. She and her husband had come to the tourney with the Tyrells, bringing their children with them. This included Ned’s son with Anna, that she had passed off as her husband’s.

Trying to put on his armour was made more difficult by the fact that the gorgeous woman was sucking his cock with gusto. Eventually, Ned grew frustrated, threw Anna onto the bed and fucked her roughly. They weren’t at it long before Anna was shaking under the force of multiple, eye-rolling climaxes. Ned finished their speedy liaison by seeding her womb, doubtless giving her another bastard to raise as her husband’s child.

With Anna passed out on his bed, Ned was finally able to properly don his armour. Remembering Alerie the night before, Ned thought of just how many noble women had come to fuck him during the tourney. Teora Templeton and the Belmore twins, who had been among his lovers in the Vale were the first women to see him as the guests arrived. All three of them brought him news of the bastards he had fathered on them. Then there was the ironically named Lady Laygood, she was certainly a screamer.

There were half a dozen other noble women that Ned had lain with over the days of the tourney, he knew their faces but he could not name them all. Everyone wanted time with him as the Hand of the King.

“I’ll be done soon.” Ned said as he heard people entering behind him.

“A shame we did not arrive earlier.” He heard Mellario’s voice. Turning, Ned saw she was standing in his tent with her daughter and the Sand Snakes, each wearing a more outrageous dress than the next. Apart from Obara, who wore breeches and a shirt. Substantial curves obviously ran in their family.

“Who’s your friend?” Tyene giggled, indicating to the freshly-fucked unconscious woman on his bed.

“Looks like Lady Henrietta to me.” Obara scoffed as she walked over to the bed and lifted Anna’s head up by her golden-brown locks.

“Isn’t she married?” Asked Nymeria.

“All Reacher women are whores, Nym.” Obara nodded, answering her sister.

“Is there something you wished to discuss with me?” Ned asked Mellario, conscious of the fact that the horns were already blowing for the last riders.

“Only to wish you luck, my dear.” Mellario took him in her arms, drawing him down for a deep, sensual kiss. “And say there’ll be a substantial reward for you, when you’ve won.” She winked, then turned to leave. The other Dornishwomen giggled around her, except the tall and muscled Obara.

“Make sure you keep this safe.” Arianne said as she groped his codpiece as the others left. “You’re going to need it.” Then she strutted away, smirking as she put extra sway in her hips as she went. Ned was reminded of the last time he’d seen her walked away from him like that.

It had been a few days ago. After Ned had seen Arianne playing with herself as she watched him fuck Mellario multiple times, he decided to take the first step. He had hidden in a side closet in one of the corridors of the Red Keep, where he knew she would walk past.

Ned waited until he saw her, then he leaped out and dragged the much smaller woman into the darkened closet, much to her surprise. When he showed her his face, she understood his intentions clearly.

No words ever passed between them. Ned had torn her dress off stuffed her full of his cock. Arianne had one of the tightest, wettest cunts Ned had ever fucked. He had thrust away until she was an inch away from her climax.

Then he had suddenly pulled away and left her naked and fucked in a small closet. It was a game he played with Arianne, he would edge her closer and closer to her end before abandoning her, leaving her wanting more.

Eventually, she would come to him, on her knees begging for him to finish her. They had done that dance multiple times until a few days ago, when Ned had decided to take it a step further.

“What are you doing?” Arianne asked as Ned picked up her dress after their liaison and burned it with magic.

“I imagine you’ll have to wait until someone walks past, then you can ask for their help.” Ned smirked down at her, before he left the closet. What happened next certainly surprised Ned. Arianne had opened the closet door and brazenly stepped into the light of the corridor, completely naked.

“You think I am ashamed of my body?” Arianne tilted her head up to him, challengingly, cocking her hip to the side. “Tell me, do you think I have anything to be ashamed of?”

Ned had let his eyes roam Arianne’s body. It was the first time he’d seen it properly in the light. It was a glorious thing. She was without a doubt, one of the most beautiful, seductive women Ned had ever seen.

Arianne was very buxom, with flawless olive skin, large dark eyes, full sumptuous lips and long, thick black hair that fell in ringlets to the middle of her back. Going down her bronzed skin, Ned took in Arianne’s stupendous bust.

Cat had the best breasts in all the realms, but Arianne’s were the closest to a match that Ned had ever seen, surpassing even Mellario. They stood high an firm on Arianne’s chest, a seemingly impossible feat with their size, her small frame only emphasising their heft. They were round and ripe melons, capped with large, dark, pierced nipples.

Were there ever nipples so large and responsive?

Ned’s gaze fell further down, past her breasts to her nearly flat stomach, a twinkling jewel piercing her bellybutton. And further still, Ned saw her bare cunt, still throbbing and leaking her pleasure down her thick thighs.

Arianne had only smirked and turned around, presenting her magnificent arse for him. Ned had been astonished for the second time in as many minutes. Much like with Cat, Ash had the best arse in all the kingdoms, yet Arianne’s was the closest Ned had seen to a match for it.

It had taken all of Ned’s willpower not to start fucking her right in the corridor, consequences be damned.

“…So… What do you think?” Arianne giggled after a long pause. Ned did not give her the satisfaction.

“I think Tyene’s are better.” He lied. Arianne had pouted furiously. Before her face turned back into her usual smirk.

“Then I suppose we shall have to compare.” With that, she had turned and strutted away from Ned, still completely naked in the middle of the Red Keep. Arianne made sure to put some extra bounce in her behind as she walked away, stopping only for a moment in shock when a squire carrying a shield came around the corner. They stood there for a few moments, both looking at each other. Then Arianne looked back at Ned with a smirk. “Enjoy it while you can, boy.” She said to the squire, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. The shield, a long forgotten memory, clattering to the floor as she moved his hands to grope her breasts. Ned knew it was a vain attempt to make him jealous. After they pulled apart, Arianne had whispered something in the squire’s ear, something that made him grin like an idiot then lead him away. Ned had decided to use that distraction to make a hasty retreat.

“They’re waiting for you.” Harper’s voice drew Ned from his thoughts. He quickly found his way to his mount and rode to the lists, where he found that it was the Kingslayer against Arthur for the first bout.

Arthur was the first rider to appear. He wore his tattered white cloak over his shining armor.

“A hundred golden dragons on the Kingslayer,” Ned heard someone call from the higher stands above as Jaime Lannister entered the lists, riding an elegant blood bay destrier. The horse wore a blanket of gilded ringmail, and Jaime glittered from head to heel. Even his lance was fashioned from the golden wood of the Summer Isles.

“Done,” Someone, possibly Renly shouted back. “The man taught the kingslayer everything he knew.”

“Then who would be better suited to best him?” The voice Ned recognised as Joffrey called, dryly.

Arthur Dayne dropped his visor with an audible clang and took up his position. Ser Jaime tossed a kiss to some woman in the commons, gently lowered his visor, and rode to the end of the lists. Both men couched their lances.

Ned had faith in his good-brother. The hastily erected gallery trembled as the horses broke into a gallop. Arthur leaned forward as he rode, his lance rock steady, but Jaime shifted his seat deftly in the instant before impact. Arthur’s point was turned harmlessly against the golden shield with the lion blazon, while his own hit square. Wood shattered, and Arthur reeled, fighting to keep his seat. A ragged cheer went up from the commons.

Arthur only just managed to stay in his saddle. He jerked his mount around hard and rode back to the lists for the second pass. Jaime Lannister tossed down his broken lance and snatched up a fresh one, jesting with his squire. Arthur spurred forward at a hard gallop. Lannister rode to meet him. This time, when Jaime shifted his seat, Arthur shifted with him. Both lances exploded, and by the time the splinters had settled, a riderless blood bay was trotting off in search of grass while Ser Jaime Lannister rolled in the dirt, golden and dented.

“Did you worry for me?” Arthur japed as he cantered his horse over to Ned.

“Never doubted you, never will.” Ned laughed.

Jaime Lannister was unfortunately quickly back on his feet, but his ornate lion helmet had been twisted around and dented in his fall, and now he could not get it off. The commons were hooting and pointing, the lords and ladies were trying to stifle their chuckles, and failing, over it all Ned could hear King Robert laughing, louder than anyone. Finally, they had to lead the Lion of Lannister off to a blacksmith, blind and stumbling. Ned went to his position at his end of the grounds.

As the Knight of Flowers made his entrance, a murmur ran through the crowd. Ser Loras Tyrell was slender as a reed, dressed in a suit of fabulous silver armor polished to a blinding sheen and ligreed with twining black vines and tiny blue forget-me-nots.

The commons realized in the same instant as Ned that the blue of the flowers came from sapphires; a gasp went up from a thousand throats. Across the boy’s shoulders his cloak hung heavy. It was woven of forget-me-nots, real ones, hundreds of fresh blooms sewn to a heavy woolen cape.

His courser was as slim as her rider, a beautiful grey mare, built for speed. Ned’s stallion trumpeted as he caught her scent. The boy from Highgarden did something with his legs, and his horse pranced sideways, nimble as a dancer.

Ned was having trouble controlling his horse. The stallion was screaming and pawing the ground, shaking his head.

The mare’s in heat, Ned realised. Now that was a clever trick, and probably one that would have worked on most other riders. Ned, however, was a well practiced warg of considerable power. It was child’s-play to calm his horse down. Soon enough he had the stallion back in hand.

Remember, you could be forming an alliance with his house soon enough, best not to hurt him too bad.

Ned had heard of how Oberyn had accidentally broken Willas Tyrell’s leg at a tourney. While Willas had forgiven Oberyn and become good friends with the Dornish prince, the rest of the Tyrell family had never forgiven him.

The Knight of Flowers saluted the king, rode to the far end of the list, and couched his lance, ready. The announcer blew the horn and suddenly it began. Ned’s stallion broke in a hard gallop, racing forward, as the mare charged as smooth as a flow of silk. Ned raised his shield to it’s position, aiming his lance at his opponent, and suddenly Loras Tyrell was on him, placing the point of his lance in the centre of Ned’s Uru plated, direwolf shield.

A thousand splinters exploded outwards from both lances, yet neither fell from their saddles. Circling round and picking up another lance, both riders charged again, faster than the first time. In the blink of an eye, they met in the centre again. Again, both lamces exploding, only this time, it was Loras who feel from his mount.

Ned heard applause, cheers and boos in near equal measure. It seemed the crowds had preferred the dashing young Knight of the Flowers to an old northern wolf. It warmed his heart to see his daughters were cheering loudly for him, along with Robert and the Martell family, who were sitting with them.

The trumpets blew again and they announced that the final joust would begin, Arthur Dayne against Eddard Stark. The crowds grew silent as they both positioned themselves at opposite ends of the field.  Ned knew he could rest easy, as the reason he had joined in the first place was to win the champion’s purse for the crown. At least then he wouldn’t feel like the whole tourney had been a waste.

Both Arthur and Beric had agreed with Ned that if they won, they would give the money back as well. But now, as Ned stared down the lists at his good-brother, he thought that it was only right that the Hand should win his own tourney, and the was the ‘reward’ Mellario had promised him.

There was a pregnant pause as the announcer held the trumpet to his lips. All breath left the crowd as the world stood still. It was so quiet, Ned could hear the heartbeats of every man, woman and child there.

Then the trumpets blew and the world shook with the sounds of thundering hooves and cheering commoners. There were only moments before the riders clashed, both lances striking hard and true. Ned was knocked back hard, reeling on his saddle, trying to stay on his horse.

By the time Ned’s horse had galloped to the other end of the field, Ned had regained his seat, he saw that Arthur had been in a similar position to him. Neither needed new lances, so they charged again.

The crowds cheered and screamed their names as they raced towards each other. Ned shifted in his saddle and aimed his lance at just below the centre of Arthur’s shield. They crashed together again as the crowd roared, this time Ned stayed in his seat and Arthur was knocked to the ground.

A wave of celebration crashed through the stands. Ned made sure Arthur got back to his feat, then rode from one end of the lists to the other, the people chanting his name as he went.

Ned took the victory, but gave the champion’s purse back to the crown, over Robert’s objections. The commons cheered him as he left the lists to return to his pavilion.

After Ned had changed back into more comfortable clothes, he walked with Sansa and Arya to the archery field, Arthur, Beric and some of the others fell in with them after giving Ned their congratulations.

“Tyrell had to know the mare was in heat,” Beric was saying, the notion seemed to amuse him.

It did not amuse Ser Barristan Selmy. “There’s no honour in tricks,” the old man said stiffly.

“No honour and quite a bit of gold.” Renly smiled.

“They could have at least let us take part in the archery competition.” Sansa added. As it was law in the North, that everyone over the age of ten would need to practice archery in some form on every seventh day, both Sansa and Arya had become quite skilled with a bow.

“They don’t let women into competitions in the south.” Ned told them.

“Well that’s shit!” Arya swore.

“Arya!” Sansa raised her voice as the others laughed around them.

That afternoon Hagman won the archery competition, easily outshooting Ser Balon Swann, Theon Greyjoy and Jalabhar Xho at a hundred paces after all the other bowmen had been eliminated at the shorter distances. He was by far the best archer Ned had ever seen, though he didn’t think Hagman had needed to show off quite so much during the competition. Every arrow Hagman loosed, landed perfectly in the centre of the target. As Ned had instructed him, he also dedicated his champion’s purse to the crown. Ned would think of a way to compensate him some other time.

The melee went on for three hours. Near forty men took part, freeriders and hedge knights and new-made squires in search of a reputation. They fought with blunted weapons in a chaos of mud and blood, small troops fighting together and then turning on each other as alliances formed and fractured, until only one man was left standing. Ned stood victorious over three King’s guard and Thoros of Myr, with his flaming sword. Robert had looked at Ned ruefully when he had also dedicated the Melee Champion’s purse to the crown.

The final tally was three broken limbs, a shattered collarbone, a dozen smashed fingers, two horses that had to be put down, and more cuts, sprains, and bruises than anyone cared to count. Ned was desperately pleased that Robert had not taken part.

That night at the feast, Ned was more hopeful than he had been in a great while. Robert was in high good humor, the Lannisters were nowhere to be seen, and even his daughters were behaving. They had both been quite excited by their father’s many victories. Soon enough, Arya had grown tired and Ned had Harper return her to her bed.

That was when he saw them.

Then the women of house Martell joined the feast. Ned heard more than a few gasps as the Dornish women walked in. First came Elia Sand, then Sarella, Tyene, Nymeria, Obara and Ellaria. Each of them wearing dresses that emphasised their substantial curves apart from Obara. Though surprisingly, Obara, who was by far the tallest and most muscular, had the greatest curves of all her sisters, perhaps even matching Arianne and Mellario.

The women in question arrived after the Sand Snakes. Mellario, walking in wearing a binding of thin blue silk around her breasts, nearly see-through in the fire light. The rest of her body was completely uncovered save for a loincloth made of the same blue silk that hung in two long strips at her front and back. All eyes were on Mellario, with most of her skin bared to their gaze. She wouldn’t have looked out of place in a brothel.

When Arianne stepped out from behind her mother, Ned worried for the health of some of the older men there. It seemed Arianne had found a way to wear even less than Mellario. Instead of a silk wrap around her breasts, Arianne had chosen for coin-sized golden suns that only covered her large, dark nipples, with a small gold chain connecting them. Looking closer, Ned could see that the edges of Arianne’s nipples weren’t even completely covered by twin suns. She had opted for a similar loincloth to her mother, only with even less cloth. A small golden triangle with a sun engraved on it was held over Arianne’s mound by many small gold chains that stretched around the ample curve of her wide hips. No doubt to a similar piece of metal partially covering Arianne’s arse. The princess also wore a golden tiara, with emeralds set into the metal.

All the Martell women locked eyes with Ned. Perhaps for the first time in a long while, Ned felt a twinge of fear.

After a few moments, Ned realised the bards had stopped playing. Yennefer, who was currently sitting beside him at the table poked him in the side, telling him to do something. He gestured to the musicians to continue playing, it brought the feast out of their trance quick enough. The feast, more or less, went back to how it was. People were singing, dancing and eating.

“No man could stand against you in the field, today.” Arianne grinned as she sat opposite Ned.

“You’re too kind.” Ned said, courteously. Arianne giggled and straightened her back, making her giant breasts even more prominent.

“Where did you get that outfit?” Yennefer asked Arianne, indicating to her nipple coverings.

“They wear this often in Lys.” Unsurprising.

“You look gorgeous.” Yennefer complimented her.

“Thank you. You’d turn more than your fair share of heads if you wore it.” Arianne murmured, looking up and down Yennefer’s form. The Mage had worn her usual black and white, with a healthy display of cleavage and leg.

“Now there’s an idea.” Yennfer laughed.

“Have you ever been to Lys, Prince Stark?” Arianne turned to Ned. “I can imagine, to a man who surrounds himself with as many beautiful women as you do,” She indicated to Yennefer. “Lys would be paradise.”

“No.” Ned answered, he had only ever been to Essos three times. Each time it was to meet with the Iron bank in Braavos.

“They’d never let him leave.” Yennefer said, dryly.

“Indeed.” Arianne laughed. “I can’t imagine any sane woman would.” She was looking at Ned like she wanted to eat him. He knew he was losing their game at that moment, so he decided to do something he’d only done with his wives.

Years ago, Triss had taught him a spell that created an ethereal facsimile of his cock, something that had become very useful over the years.

Silently, Ned cast the spell and quickly manoeuvred it into Arianne’s cunt. She gasped and dropped her fork the moment it entered her, she looked at Ned, panting in confusion. Ned only smiled and winked. “Something wrong, princess?”

“Not at all.” Arianne quickly stammered, trying to regain her composure as she breathed deeply, making her massive, bouncy breasts rise and fall quickly.

“You look a little flushed.” Yennefer smirked, she knew what Ned was doing.

“Maybe it’s the heat, or the smell…” Arianne said as she gripped the table, Ned was setting a blinding pace for the magic cock as it ravaged her. “Is something burning?”

Your loins, perhaps.

“Oh no, I dropped my fork.” Arianne deadpanned as she knocked her fork off the table and shakily got on her knees beneath it. It only took a few moments before Ned felt her hands undoing his breeches and fishing out his hard cock, welcoming it into the warm embrace of her mouth.

“These southern whores are too easy.” Yennefer laughed as she drank from her wine goblet.

“Don’t discount their skill.” Ned chuckled as he dispersed the spell so Arianne wouldn’t climax. He leaned back into his chair as he enjoyed Arianne frantically sucking his cock. She wasn’t drawing out the foreplay, she was just burying his cock deep in her throat.

“Gods, she’s certainly eager.” Yennfer said as she glanced down to Ned’s lap. Arianne could only hum in response as she vigorously bobbed her head up and down on Ned’s shaft.

“Talented too.” Ned chuckled. Arianne had started to focus on his cock head, sucking hard as her tongue swirled around it and her hands rubbed up and down his shaft, her large, dark eyes gazing up at him, pleading for his seed.

“Oh no… I’ve dropped my fork too…” Yennefer deadpanned as she knocked her fork off the table as well and joined Arianne on his cock.

Ned could barely hold in a chuckle as two beautiful women, who hadn’t shared a word before the feast, were sharing his cock like a well-practiced duo. Hearing a soft thud under the table, Ned looked down to see Arianne holding her hand to the back of her head.

“Ow! There’s no fucking space here.” She whispered. Yennefer then cast a spell, speaking words in the Old Tongue.

“I’ve cast an illusion. None shall see or hear what we’re really doing.” She told them. “So you can move your chair back a bit, Ned and we can come out from under the table.” Ned hesitated. “It’ll be fine, look.”

Yennefer rose from under the table and magically removed her dress, right in the middle of the feast. Ned looked around, no one even batted an eye.

“Gods…” Arianne bit her bottom lip as she leered at Yennfer, Ned couldn’t blame her. Beautiful face, raven locks, porcelain skin and curves to make men weep, Yennefer had it all.

Ned pushed his chair away from the table, none noticed his cock was out either. Soon enough, both Yennefer and Arianne were back to sucking his cock, now out in the open.

Ned took hold of both their heads, pushing them closer together, placing his throbbing cock between the two sets of plump lips. Then he started to thrust his hips back and forth between them, sliding their lips along his shaft as he fucked their mouths.

The two pale and darker skinned women massaged Ned’s cock with their mouths, licking and sucking along his shaft as he kept them at a constant pace, sliding them all the way up and down his shaft.

Both women moaned and sucked on Ned’s meat as their heads bobbed up and down, both devoted only to pleasuring him. They began to kiss around the head of his cock as Ned swapped it between their mouths.

“You rode well at the tourney today.” Renly surprised Ned.

“Everyone did.” Ned tired to maintain conversation as Renly was completely unaware of what Yennefer and Arianne were doing to him.

“I haven’t seen someone knock Loras off his horse for some time.” Renly chuckled as he sat beside Ned, in the seat Yennefer had been sitting in earlier.

“The boy would make a fine King’s guard one day.” Ned forced out his words, the illusion apparently working well enough that Renly didn’t notice that either.

“It was certainly good of you to give your winnings back, I imagine that eased the load our lovely new Master of Coin has to bear.” Renly turned to Yennefer.

“I’ll always happily accept any load Prince Stark decides to give me.” She answered, as she kissed along Ned’s cock while Arianne sucked on his balls.

“I fear I must leave you now,” Renly rose from his seat. “For I have spied Lord Tyrell and wish to speak with him.”

The three of them were left alone again.

“Time to end this.” Ned told his women as he stuffed his cock the whole way down Yennefer’s throat and began to skull fuck her. Thankfully, the obscene noises coming from her throat were concealed by the illusion.

Arianne worshipping his balls with her tongue, licking and sucking on one, then the other. With a sigh, Ned let go, filling Yennefer’s throat with his seed. She coughed and spluttered as she tried to swallow it all down.

Ned pulled away so he could cover both their faces in his seed. He shot rope after rope onto their perfect faces as they kissed, swapping his seed between their mouths. When Ned was done, he just sat back and watched as the two women licked his seed off of each other.

“You taste divine.” Arianne declared, licking her lips as she got to her feet, then sat back down on her chair.

Yennefer re-materialised her dress and Ned stuffed his cock back into his breeches. When Yennefer removed her illusion, it was as if nothing had happened at all.

The feast went on for a number of hours more, Sansa and Triss had been introduced to the rest of the Sand Snakes by Tyene, becoming fast friends. Eventually, the feast ended and they all made their way to the Red Keep.

After Ned made sure Sansa was abed, he ascended to his own chambers atop the Tower of the Hand. The day had been warm and the room was close and stuffy.

Ned threw off his clothes, went to the window and unfastened the heavy shutters to let in the cool night air. The hour was well past midnight. Down by the river, the revels had nearly entirely fallen away.

Ned turned as he heard the doors open behind him. In walked Mellario, Arianne, Ellaria, Obara, Nymeria, Tyene, Sarella and Elia. Each of them wearing dark, heavy cloaks that covered them from head to toe.

“I seem to recall saying you would get a substantial reward if you won the tourney.” Mellario purred, and they all removed their cloaks, revealing that none of them were wearing anything else.

“Fuck me…” Ned uttered as he looked at the eight, beautiful naked women standing in his chambers, his throat going dry.

“That’s the idea.” Mellario tittered as she strode confidently towards him.

Ned sent off a silent thanks to the Old Gods, but was interrupted by Mellario pulling him down into a sensual kiss as she wrapped her hand around his rapidly hardening cock. A few moments later, he was pulled away from Mellario by Ellaria, who replaced her on Ned’s lips.

Sensing the others were walking towards him, Ned saw that Arianne and Tyene had taken his hands and pulled them to their massive breasts. His cock twitched as he felt the soft tit-flesh around his fingers.

“It’s been too long, Ned.” Ellaria smirked up at him as they pulled apart, then Tyene replaced Ellaria.

“Ah! Bitch!” He heard Arianne fume. “It was my turn!”

As his tongue wrestled with Tyene’s, Ned was vaguely aware that he was being moved by the eight women over to his bed. With a soft thump, he fell back onto the mattress. Gazing up at the women around him, Ned wondered what he had done for the Gods to reward him so.

It took a few moments for Ned to realise that they were all staring at his cock, throbbing as it pointed to the ceiling of his bedchambers.

“Isn’t it just magnificent, Elia?” Ellaria sat beside Ned and took his cock in hand, pointing it towards the youngest Sand Snake there.

“My Elia celebrated her eight-and-tenth nameday before we left Dorne.” She looked back to Ned. “My daughter told us that she wanted you to be the one to take her maidenhead.”

Ned turned in surprise to Elia, who smiled down at him, blushing slightly. She looked so much like his Elia. It was like looking into the past, seeing Elia before he had met her.

“If that is what you wish.” He told her. “Then I would be happy to assist you.”

“Thank you, Prince Stark.” Elia said, grinning. “To hear the others tell it, you’re the best they’ve ever had.”

“I try not to brag.” Ned chuckled.

“Handsome, hung and humble…” Elia smirked. “It’ll be difficult to stay away, after i’ve had a taste.”

With that, she joined him on the bed as the other women in the room stood and watched.

“Go on, sis.” Tyene cheered. “Give him a ride he won’t soon forget.” Ellaria was sitting beside Ned on the bed as Elia knelt over him.

“Gods… How is this going to fit inside me?” Elia marvelled at his cock as she took it in her hands.

“Very slowly.” Ellaria japed. Ned just lay back and let his gaze roam over Elia’s elegant body. She had large, firm breasts, though they were perhaps the smallest pair in the room. Her dark tresses fell to her shoulders, shorter even than Tyene’s hair. It was clear to Ned that she took care of herself, her muscles were lightly toned and what little fat she had on her seemed to be concentrated on her breasts and peachy behind.

She was his Elia, only writ slightly smaller, understandable as she had never given birth. To hear Ash and Elia tell it, she had been near as flat as a board before she had birthed Rhaenys. Afterwards, she had been given breasts to rival Cat’s own monumental bust.

Thoughts of his wives made Ned’s cock twitch in Elia’s hand as she teased her lower lips with the cock head.

“He seems eager for some maiden cunt.” Nymeria smirked as she put a hand on her hip.

“Are you?” Elia teased. “I bet you are… You’ve probably deflowered hundreds of maids in your time haven’t you?”

Ned wasn’t sure if it was indeed hundreds, he’d never kept count. “Few were ever as lovely as you.” Ned decided to charm her, running his hands along Elia’s thick thighs.

She giggled in response, then lowered herself down an inch into his cock. Her giggles quickly turned to moans and panting.

“Ten silver stags say she can’t get over half of it.” Obara wagered behind her.

“Done.” Sarella said, quickly.

“Have you no faith in your sister?” Ellaria pouted, then placed her hand on Elia’s thigh.

“You’re doing well, dear. You should’ve seen when I first took that monster. Ned had to go so slow…”

“Now you can take it as well as I can.” Mellario giggled, she and Arianne had both sat down on Ned’s other side. Elia had placed her feet on either side of Ned’s hips, squatting down another few inches on his cock.

“Fuck…” she sighed, screwing her eyes shut.

“How does it feel, sweetling?” Mellario purred, reaching out to palm one of Elia’s supple breasts.

“Feels like getting stretched by a massive cock!” Elia shivered in response, nearing half the way down Ned’s cock. Ned gritted his teeth as her speared deeper within the Sand Snake, she had the tightest cunt Ned had ever ploughed. It was a wet, hot, silky smooth vice that squeezed his shaft like a snake. “You’re so big…” Elia locked eyes with Ned, before leaning down to kiss him tenderly. Ned decided to take the initiative. Taking her ample hips in his hands, he began to slowly thrust up into Elia’s cunt. “Ohhh fuck!” Elia shrieked, placing her hands on Ned’s chest, trying to hold herself up.

“Time to pay up, sis.” Ned heard Sarella say as he continued to fuck Elia.

The other women melted away. There was only Ned and Elia. He started to fuck her harder, fucking her deeper and deeper.

“Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me daddy!” Elia screamed as her large breasts bounced in time with Ned’s thrusts.

She was silenced by Ellaria pulling her head in for a deep kiss. It was then that the contractions in Elia’s cunt became much more erratic, her riding lost all rhythm. Her only wish for to pleasure herself and Ned. The sounds of Elia’s climax were muffled by Ellaria’s mouth, but that didn’t stop Elia from trembling, nor did it stop her cunt from trying to squeeze the life from Ned’s cock. She gripped onto her mother for support, she would likely have fallen if Ellaria hadn’t held her up. After minutes of Elia’s shaking as Ned hammered into her cunt, she stilled.

“That was a wonderful show.” Ned heard someone say. “I think it’s time we joined in now.”

Before Ned knew what was where, he had Elia riding his cock, with Sarella gyrating on one of his hands and Tyene on the other. Both of them cooing as he worked his fingers around the magic spot in their cunts that made them sing.

Ellaria and Mellario each were looking after one of his balls, sucking and licking them tenderly as Elia’s arse bounced just above them. Nymeria and Arianne were fucking like mad women next to the group on the bed, with Arianne offering her massive arse up for Nymeria to use and abuse.

Obara was the last to find her position. She had walked to the other side of the bed and sat heavily on Ned’s face. He’d been reminded of all the times Ash had loved to sit on his face as Obara was only beaten by Arianne and Ashara for best arse Ned had ever seen.

“You like the way he fucks you, whore?” Obara was trying to sound stern as Ned tongue fucked her. She had taken Elia by the throat and kissed her, domineeringly.

Ned imagined Obara was used to being the one in control, another quality that reminded him of Ash. Though like Ash, Ned would still overpower her and turn her into a babbling mess when he has done with her.

The group remained in their positions for what felt like hours, Ned imagined his bedchambers smelled like a brothel after several orgies. With a great deal of skill, and a good bit of luck, Ned managed to make Sarella and Tyene climax at the same time with his fingers. They and Elia were being held up by Obara, who alternated between kissing all three of them.

“FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK YOUR WHORE!!” Elia screamed as she climaxed on his cock for the third time, bathing Mellario and Ellaria’s faces in her pleasure as both women eagerly licked it up.

Ned diligently licked along Obara’s cunt, every now and then pushing his tongue into her arsehole. It seemed Obara greatly enjoyed that as she squirted violently on Ned’s face.

“Fill that bastard’s cunt with your seed.” Ned heard Arianne moaning to him. “Give her a bastard of her own, then you can fuck the rest of us.”

Her words became Ned’s undoing. Thrusting all the way inside Elia’s cunt, Ned gave a long, low howl as he filled her with torrents of his seed. He spent rope after rope after rope deep into her womb. It must have triggered Elia’s own end as she let out a deafening scream and fell, shaking to Ned’s side when he let her go. In a near catatonic state.

“Gods!” Arianne laughed as she looked at Elia’s prone form. “Well done Ellie, with that much seed inside you, you’ll go from maiden to mother in one night.”

“You’re probably right there, sweetling.” Mellario murmured against Ned’s balls. “Ned’s seed is certainly potent.” She giggled.

“As i’m one of the few here who hasn’t fucked him, i’d say it’s my turn now.” Sarella voiced as she dismounted Ned’s hand.

“Then I get his face!” Nymeria raised her voice as she pushed Obara off Ned.

Eventually, they all found new positions, apart from Ned, who still lay flat on his back, not that he was complaining. Mellario and Ellaria had remained at their positions on his balls, both licking and sucking, lavishing him with their tongues.

Obara, having vacated Ned’s mouth, moved to mount his hand opposite Tyene, both women bucking against his fingers with some fervour. Nymeria had replaced her sister riding Ned’s mouth insatiably, grinding against his tongue, moaning his name.

Sarella had mounted Ned fully in one smooth motion and had started riding him like a stallion. With great vigour, she gyrated her hips on Ned’s pelvis, driving him deep into the warm embrace of her cunt. She was the second youngest woman there, with skin the same shade as Mellario’s. She had dark brown eyes and short, curly black hair. Her breasts were a similar size to Tyene’s own large breasts, capped with tiny, coal-black nipples. Ned had felt their hardened points with his hands before Obara and Tyene had mounted them.

Arianne had yet to join the group, she was off to the side on the bed, greedily licking Ned’s seed from Elia’s cunt. Sarella rode Ned frantically, her tight cunt squeezing around his shaft almost as much as Elia’s did.

Sarella was no maid like Elia was. Clearly, she was experienced in the art of lovemaking, something Ned figured out when she began to gyrate her hips in circles around his pelvis. The feeling of his cock moving inside Sarella as she rhythmically moved her hips was maddening, as was the fact that Ned could not touch her with his hands.

Nevertheless, having four beautiful sisters using him for their pleasure was certainly something Ned enjoyed. Feeling Nymeria quiver on his tongue, Ned knew she would come to a loud climax soon enough. He’d already done for Tyene quite early on, with Obara not far behind her.

After enough times of Ned quickly flicking his tongue against Nymeria’s lower lips, she fell forward, her shaking torso pressed on top of his. Sarella’s heightened moans suggested Nymeria was using her mouth to help Ned pleasure her.

“I love fucking northerners…” Sarella moaned with a quiver in her voice. “I love the contrast… Dark on light…” Her moans were pitching ever higher. “Fuck me, Stark! Fuck me!” She was screaming by the time she climaxed around Ned’s throbbing shaft.

Ned summoned magical cocks to pleasure Tyene and Obara, so his hands would be free to grab Sarella by her hips and bounce her on his cock. Sarella’s screams of pleasure lost all breath as he fucked it out of her. Ned set a merciless pace, spearing deep into Sarella’s cunt as Tyene and Obara writhed in pleasure on either side of him.

Eventually Ned spent his seed inside Sarella, giving her a cream filling for her sisters and Arianne to feast on when she flopped off Ned’s cock bonelessly.

“How can you still be hard?!?” Nymeria demanded, seeing Ned’s cock was still standing to attention. Ned tried to answer, but his jaw was stiff from pleasuring them with his tongue, luckily Mellario answered for him.

“You’ve seen nothing yet.” She giggled, standing up from her kneeled position at his balls.

“If we’re going in ascending order of age, as we seem to be,” Tyene said excitedly. “Then i’m next.”

“Oh no no no…” Nymeria placed her hands on her blonde sister’s shoulders, stopping her from mounting Ned’s achingly hard cock. “I seem to recall you bragging that you fucked him a thousand times in Winterfell already.” Nymeria said in an accusatory tone.

“You know me, Nym. I exaggerate…” Tyene offered up a disingenuous smile.

“Did she?” Nymeria turned to Ned.

Ned looked between Tyene and Nymeria. “I dun thnk i-was a thowsun…” His jaw was still sore.

“Ha!” Nymeria laughed at Tyene, before she mounted Ned with all the skill and grace of a well-practiced rider.

She was the second tallest woman there, with long legs and toned thighs. Like her sisters, Nymeria was blessed with an hourglass figure, large, pert breasts and big, dark eyes. Ned gripped Nymeria’s thighs as he began to thrust up into her cunt. Nymeria, in turn, leaned down, using her plump lips to catch Ned in a sensual embrace.

The other women repositioned themselves around them. Obara and Tyene were both lying back on the bed, still enjoying the magical cocks Ned had summoned. Mellario and Arianne were at the foot of the bed, kissing deeply as they pleasured each other, moaning wantonly as they both licked and sucked. Elia and Sarella had both produced mummer’s cocks with straps and harnesses, together they fucked Ellaria, one in her cunt, the other in her arse hole.

The sound of Nymeria’s meaty behind loudly clapping against Ned’s thighs as she rode him enticed Ned to give her a few hard spanks.

“Gods yes! Spank my arse!” Nymeria cried, starting to twitch as she humped him.

“Is that what you like?” Ned growled, his jaw feeling better after having a rest. “Having your arse struck?”

“Yes! Yes!” She screamed in answer.

“I’ve got an idea.” Ned stated as he lifted Nymeria from his cock, she whined at the loss, but seemingly understood his plan. She spun around and sat heavily on his cock again. This position gave Ned an excellent view of Nymeria’s arse as she rode him.

“I’ve always thought my arse was my best feature.” She smiled back at him, naughtily.

“It’s certainly a sight to behold.” Ned spanked her hard again, making Nymeria quiver and moan. He wasn’t lying, Nymeria had a waist that was as thin as Elia Sand’s, yet her hips were a good few inches wider, giving her an expansive, meaty behind that Ned didn’t hesitate to take handfuls of.

“Are you comfortable?” Nymeria teased.

“I’m struggling to think of a time where I was more comfortable.” Ned chuckled as he leaned back onto the soft pillows of the bed, reaching his arms out, groping Tyene’s and Obara’s hefty breasts.

Nymeria could only giggle as she leaned forwards, arching her back, making her already magnificent arse become even more enticing. Then she began to ride him. Ned already knew she was a talented cock rider, but he had not yet known the true extent of her skills. Nymeria would shake her arse from side to side, then up and down, making her cheeks clap together pleasantly. She would alternate between throwing her hips in circles, one way, then the other.

Ned let out a low groan into Tyene’s mouth as he kissed her, Nymeria had just taken the whole length of Ned’s cock inside her. Nymeria was pressing down on him hard, shaking as she ground her hips against Ned’s pelvis.

Feeling her tight wetness growing even tighter around him, Ned knew she was climaxing. He felt a rush of warmth over his cock as Nymeria’s head dropped lower, moaning loudly and shivering as the waves of her climax washed over her.

Ned could see Nymeria was resting on her elbows as her arms had lost strength, she was being held up by her knees and Ned’s hands on her hips, keeping her bouncing on him at a constant rate.

Hearing a sharp cry, Ned looked around and saw the other woman looking at Mellario and Arianne. They were both sitting up, frantically grinding their cunts together as the sloppily kissed each other, moaning wantonly. Their breasts were so massive that they were brushing against each other. It seemed that Mellario was the first to break between her and her daughter.

Ned was unsure if he had ever seen a more erotic sight, than Arianne bringing her beautiful mother to a screaming climax, silencing Mellario with her mouth as she sounded her pleasure for all to hear.

Mellario was not the only one to find her end, Ellaria was sobbing in pleasure as she was ravaged by Elia and Sarella, Tyene and Obara were both shivering uncontrollably as they embraced each other.

Ned found himself surround by beautiful naked women, all letting him know just how much pleasure they were experiencing. The sights, the sounds, the smells and the feeling all brought Ned to a smashing end, thrusting up to fully encase himself in Nymeria’s womanhood, seeding her womb with his bastards.

Ned’s end triggered Nymeria’s cunt again, she passed out from the pleasure, flopping forward down onto the silk sheets of the bed between Ned’s outstretched legs. His cock was so long, that it was still lodged inside Nymeria, even as she fell off his pelvis.

“Right.” Ned said as he got up from the bed, catching his second wind. “I grow tired of waiting for you all to ride me, one after the other.” He told the Martell women as they listened intently. “You.” Ned pointed to Ellaria, “On your back, you’re next. Elia, mount her mouth, if you have any of my seed left in that tight cunt of yours, your mother is going to taste it.” He ordered them. “Obara, you’re going to take those mummer’s cocks and fuck Arianne and Mellario.” The thought of the tallest and biggest woman in the room fucking the two shortest was something Ned wanted to see. “Tyene, wake Nymeria up, you and her are going to give Sarella a seeing to.” They all looked at him for a few heartbeats. “Well… Get to it!” Ned ordered.

“Yes daddy.” Arianne quickly said, tackling her mother to the bed, straddling her. The rest of them quickly followed on, all saying “Yes daddy.” Before they did so.

Obara was the first to begin fucking, Ned watched for a few moments as the warrior woman rutted the mother and daughter together, their delighted, trembling moans making his cock twitch as lust flared within him. Sarella was being held off her feet by Nymeria and Tyene, both were railing her arse-hold and cunt with their mummer’s cocks.

Elia had closed her eyes as she moaned, humping her hips on Ellaria’s mouth. Ellaria was reaching her hands up to tweak Elia’s already heard nipples, making the young woman moan. Ned positioned himself at her cunt, then hooked his hands on the insides of Ellaria’s knees, hoisting them up to her large breasts, he was going to fuck her deep tonight.

With a loud Phlat!, Ned’s still-hard cock slapped down on Elia’s cunt. It was wet from all the cunts it had been inside so far, and his own seed. Seeing Elia’s tremble a little at the feeling of his cock on her skin made Ned chuckle to himself.

“Do you think you’re mother’s ready for me?” Ned asked Elia as he leaned down and slapped Ellaria’s sizeable breasts, making them bounce as she moaned.

“I don’t think anyone can be truly ready for you, Prince Stark.” She giggled in response.

“We’ll see.”

Ned placed the tip of his cock on Ellaria’s cunt lips, then thrust inside her, one inch at a time. The mature woman was groaning beneath him as Ned eased further and further into her molten depths.

Seeing them both pressed together, Ned noticed that Ellaria’s skin was a shade or two darker than her daughter’s, though they were both flushed and shiny with sweat, as was everyone else in the room.

Enjoying being the one in control of the fucking, Ned ploughed Ellaria with force and determination. Her moans and cries muffled by Elia’s cunt as she pressed down against her mother’s mouth. Though Elia did much to copy her mother, moaning loudly as her cunt was licked.

Ellaria’s body was completely open to Ned as he fucked her, light from all the candles and lamps in the room making her dusky skin shine exotically. She was a mother five times over, having birthed four daughters for Oberyn and one for Ned, and her body showed it. Large, round breasts heaved back and forth in time with Ned’s thrusts, capped with small dark nipples that Ned loved to play with.

Ned was mounting her like a wolf mounted his bitch, fucking her cunt for all her worth. She found her end even quicker than Elia did, body shaking as she squirted over Ned. Her cunt was a familiar vice that welcomed him home with every caress as it massaged his throbbing shaft.

His hand took Elia tightly by the throat and brought her closer, giving her a searing kiss as she begged for more. Growing bolder, Ned slapped her a few times, cracking her head from side to side. Elia’s eyes only rolled back into her head as she climaxed again. Slapping the daughter as he ploughed her mother was something Ned never knew her enjoyed until that moment.

To one side of them, Obara’s dominant thrusting brought Arianne and Mellario to screaming ends as they clung to each other, their massive breasts pressing together. Sarella was not far behind them, it was lucky she was being held up by two others, or her legs would have given out and she would have fallen to the floor.

The sight of Ellaria’s huge, bouncing bust became too enticing, so Ned leaned down and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth, sucking eagerly. Then he had an idea, noticing Elia’s gyrating hips right by his head.

“Turn around Elia.” He ordered.

She did so without complaint. Now Ellaria had an even better angle at Elia’s cunt and Ned had a fine view of Elia’s behind, specifically her arsehole.

Ned leaned up and circled his tongue around Elia’s tight ring, making her quiver as she rested against the pillows of the bed. She was screaming in pleasure when Ned began to pleasure her arsehole in earnest.

Seems she likes her arse being played with just like my Elia, Ned mused happily.

He could only imagine what was going through Elia’s mind as he and Ellaria brought her to a violent climax. She was being tongued by her own mother and her mother’s lover, that the both had shared. The thought of it made Ned spend his seed deep inside Ellaria’s womb.

“Time for another babe, I think.” He chuckled when he finished depositing his load inside her. Then Ned grabbed Elia by her hair and pulled her head back to his cock as he withdrew from Ellaria and offered it to her, slick and shining with her mother’s pleasure. “Taste your mother on my cock.” He ordered.

Elia eagerly began to suck his cock, her deep moans vibrating pleasantly against his cock as she took it deep into her mouth.

“Is it, perhaps… My turn now?” Tyene asked in a tone of false innocence, looking up at Ned with her big blue eyes after she saw he was done with Ellaria.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!!” Tyene screamed into the night sky as she climaxed around his cock again.

Ned was savagely ramming into Tyene’s tight cunt with all his might, her legs dangling just off the floor as he fucked her against the windowsill. With one hand, Ned was firmly griping her soft breast, with the other, he’d gathered her hair into his fist and was pulling it to keep her upright.

Sarella was kneeling behind Ned, diligently licking his arsehole as the rest of the women were fucking on Ned’s bed, in a writhing mass of tangled limbs and whorish moaning.

It had been nearly three moons since Ned had fucked last fucked Tyene in Winterfell, until this moment, Ned hadn’t realised how much his cock had missed her cunt. His balls loudly slapped against Tyene’s cunt again and again as Ned fucked her at blinding speeds.

As Tyene moaned and gasped for breath, Ned snaked his hand from her perfect breast up to her throat, gripping it tightly. One of her hands went to Ned’s wrist, trying to pull it away? Or keep it where it was? Ned did not know, yet her squeezed harder as she moaned weekly.

“Is this what you wanted, whore?” Ned growled into Tyene’s ear as her thrust particularly deeply into her womanhood, then let go of her throat. That’ll do it. The resulting sound that came from Tyene’s lips as she climaxed was deafening.

“AAAARGHHHHHH! FUCK! YES!” She screamed into the night as her torso flopped forward, half out of the window. “I LOVE YOU! BREED ME!! BREED YOUR BASTARD WHORE!!!!”

“QUIET WHORE! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!!” Another voice called back from below. Complete silence fell on room in an instant. While Ned could have heard a pin drop even if the room wasn’t quiet, he definitely could hear it now. The women on the bed looked at Ned and Tyene, Ned looked from Tyene, to the rest, then back to Tyene. The silence was suddenly broken by Tyene shouting back.

“WELL SOME OF US ARE GETTING FUCKED BY A HORSE-COCKED STUD!” The room burst into laughter, Mellario nearly choking on the wine she had decided to drink, Nymeria clutching her sides as she rolled on her back.

“LEAVE THE HORSES ALONE, GIRL!” Ned heard the man’s voice respond.

“I’M NOT FUCKING A HORSE! IDIOT! I’M FUCKING A MAN! A MAN WITH A MASSIVE COCK!”

“WELL, DO IT QUIETLY!”

“FUCK OFF!” Tyene was never one to mince words.

“FUCK YOU!”

“YOU’LL HAVE TO GET IN LINE!!” The room burst into laughter again as Ned carried Tyene away from the window, deciding that letting her get into a shouting match with only the gods knew who was a poor idea, especially when she was naked and half leaning out of his window.

Sarella shuffled on her knees behind them as Ned carried Tyene over to a table and dropped her face down on it. He was still buried up to the hilt inside Tyene and continued to fuck her vigorously as Sarella started licking his arse again.

“Gods, you’re so much better than Darren.” Tyene moaned delivered a hard spank to Tyene’s ample rear end, watching it wobble deliciously.

“Who’s Darren?” Ned asked, but Tyene was too far gone to do anything but moan.

“He’s one of the handsome young men Tyene shares her bed with on occasion.” Sarella pulled back to answer, before returning to her ministrations.

“One of?” Ned chuckled.

“Only one or two…” Tyene whined.

“Or four… or five…” Arianne laughed behind them on the bed, before Obara stuffed her face back into Ellaria’s arse.

“You’re one to talk.”

“And none of them hold a candle to you, Ned.” Tyene’s moans reached a higher pitch as she held the table edge in a death grip.

“Glad to hear it.” Ned smiled as he held her hips firmly in his hands, he pulled Tyene’s wide hips back to meet his thrusts. The pale, fleshy globes of Tyene’s ample arse cheeks rippled and undulated at the impacts of Ned’s hips against them, making loud clapping sounds that echoed through the room.

As Tyene was the fifth woman Ned was fucking in quick succession, he was beginning to wear a little thin. Yet, he still kept up a merciless pace, fucking Tyene to within an inch of her life as gasped and shook through another climax.

“Obara! Come here and keep your sister quiet.” Ned barked an order. The tall, muscled woman quickly obeyed, extracting herself from Elia and Nymeria and walking over to Ned. At six feet tall and seemingly built mostly of muscle, she dwarfed most of the women in the room, but Ned was still taller than her by half a foot. He gripped her by her light brown hair, pulling her in to dominate her mouth with his own. “Lie back on the table.” Ned growled, when he pulled apart from her.

Obara looked at him with anger in her eyes before she acquiesced. As she lay back, Ned admired Obara’s truly titanic breasts, enough to match Arianne’s magnificent bust. Obara smothered Tyene’s face with her breasts, Tyene quickly accepted, wantonly sucking on the vast amounts of tit-flesh presented to her.

Soon enough, Ned felt his end fast approaching. Wanting to spend more time in Tyene’s cunt, Ned reduced his fucking to a snail’s pace, languidly easing his cock in and out of Tyene, one inch at a time. Sarella still tonguing his arsehole as if her life depended on it, barely even coming up for breath.

When Ned’s cock was fully encased in Tyene’s tight cunt, he gave her all he had. He painted her inner walls white with his seed. For what felt like an hour, Ned gave Tyene the breeding she had been begging for.

After Ned was done, he withdrew for Tyene and a white waterfall flowed from her gaping cunt. Grabbing Sarella’s head, Ned forced her in to clean up Tyene, the second youngest Sand Snake there did so gladly.

With Tyene passed out on the table and Ned feeling slightly light-headed, he walked over to a pitcher of water and drank greedily, very grateful for the cool liquid after the physical exertions he’d just put himself through.

Gods… I’m not as young as I was… The thought was not a pleasant one, but it was no less true.

“So I imagine you think i’ll just crawl on my knees for you like the rest of those weaklings.” Obara cleared her voice behind him, Ned turned to see Obara looking up at him defiantly, her arms crossed. Something that certainly enhanced her magnificent bosom to his gaze.

Ned looked her up and down. Like the other female members of her family, Obara had an hourglass figure, with a thin waist and wide hips. Any amount of fat that she might have had on her body was very clearly concentrated on her stupendous breasts and muscular arse. Her arms and legs were thick with corded muscle, her hands were large and calloused, the hands of a warrior. Obara’s bronze skin was flawless, but for the odd, small scar here and there. She had a small silver ring piercing her belly button, nestled nicely amongst Obara’s very well toned abs.

Obara was built like a warrior goddess, yet her curves seemed to belong to a fertility goddess. It was a strange dichotomy of form that just made her all the more enticing.

Her form reminded Ned of the descriptions his ancestor Brandon ‘The Lusty Wolf’ Stark, an old King of Winter, had made on the natives of an island made up entirely of warrior women he claimed to have visited on one of his many travels. If the Amazons of Themyscira ever truly existed, doubtless they would have readily excepted Obara into their ranks.

Her face was indeed beautiful, just less so than the other members of her family, unfortunately. Ned imagined she must have felt self conscious of her looks when surrounded by her more traditionally feminine family.

Ned new something of that pain. His older brother Brandon had always been taller, better looking, more confident. Even twenty years after Brandon’s death and with near a dozen beautiful women in his bed, Ned could still feel lesser when compared to Brandon.

“If you do not wish for me to fuck you, then why are you here?” Ned asked her, pitcher still in hand.

“I’ll be the one doing the fucking, Stark.” Obara pointed her chin up at him. “There’s never been a man that could make me submit, and you’re no different.”

“Hardly seems fair after i’ve just been with five other women.”

“If you wanted to win, you should have prepared better.” Obara smirked.

“So this is about winning.” Ned chuckled. “What are the rules? If I am to try and make you submit-“

“You will fail.”

“I must know your limits.”

“The only limit I will place on you is that no blood can be drawn. Nor will sadistic acts be tolerated.”

“Agreeable enough… So, shall we begin?” All the others were watching them from the bed with rapt attention, anticipating the show they were about to get.

Obara looked Ned up and down, then nodded and uncrossed her arms, looking up at Ned in defiance, daring him to make the first move.

So he did.

Ned dropped the pitcher from one hand, catching it with the other and backhanded Obara hard enough to send her to the floor, her cheek stinging red.

“Gods!” Ned heard Arianne gasp. “We may have finally found a man to best her.”

Obara let out an enraged grunt as she tried to get to her hands and knees, Ned casually drank from his pitcher as he placed his foot on her meaty arse and pushed her down again.

“I didn’t say you could get up.” Ned stated as he put the pitcher back on the table beside him. Then, reaching out his hand, Ned summoned Mellario’s magical whip to him. “This won’t leave any mark on you.” Ned said as he unfurled the whip. “But it might sting.” With a smile, he cracked the whip across her back.

“Ah!” Obara cried out, shifting to the side and stretching out on the floor in shock. Ned heard the women on the bed gasping and giggling.

“You’ll have to try harder than that to break me, bastard.” Obara breathed heavily as she tired to get up again, but Ned saw she was trying to hide a smile. She cried out again when Ned brought the whip down on her a second time, her skin still completely unmarked by it.

“I hear you like to use a whip…” Ned chuckled. “Let’s see how much you enjoy being on the receiving end.”

“Ah! Fuck!” Obara gasped as Ned whipped her again, her back arching as she started to shake.

“Around the room on your hands and knees. Now!” Ned cracked her with the whip again. Obara grunted as she shuffled on her hands and knees around the edges of the room, Ned giving her a tickle on her arse with the whip when he thought she was going too quickly.

“How do you like being the one crawling around?” Arianne laughed as she watched Obara’s submission. Ned cracked the whip around Obara’s throat, the whip wrapped tightly around it. Obara tried to loosen it with her fingers.

“No.” Ned stopped her. “I’ll take it off when we get to the chair.” Ned lead her across the room to a big wooden chair against the wall, almost like she was his dog. Only Obara was being choked by her collar, breathing deeply when Ned finally removed it after he sat on the chair. “Now that i’ve softened you up, you’re going to suck my cock until I tell you to stop.”

Ned didn’t even give her time to answer before he shoved his member down her throat. He’d taken a tight grip of Obara’s hair, he was using it to motion her head up and down his cock, not caring for Obara’s chocking and gagging. Steadily, relentlessly, he used Obara’s throat as his personal relief.

Either from pleasure at being used, or from lack of air, Obara’s eyes rolled back into her head as her body began to quiver. She was gagging around his cock but Ned kept pushing further inside her.

To Obara’s credit, she didn’t even resist, she was completely limp in Ned’s hands. Eventually Ned pushed deep enough that his balls were resting on Obara’s chin, her face was red as drool spilled from her mouth.

“Even I couldn’t take all of it down my throat the first time.” Mellario half whispered, clearly amazed at the display before her. Withdrawing from her mouth, Ned slowly pulled Obara to the tip of his cock, it felt like Obara was trying to suck his soul out through his cock.

“Ggha…” she gasped as Ned fully withdrew his cock from her mouth. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she panted, drool falling from her mouth. He gripped his wet cock and began to smack Obara’s upturned face with it.

“Time for the main event now.” Ned raised from the chair, picking Obara up with him as he carried her over to the table he’d fucked Tyene on. Ned flopped her down onto her back and positioned himself between her thick, muscled thighs, spreading them wide. “Time to properly break you in.” Ned laughed as he plunged his cock into Obara’s cunt.

“Ahhh! FuCK!!” Obara squealed in a girlish fashion as Ned plundered her tight cunt and his cock kissed the entrance too her womb. Ned let out a deep grunt as he hammered Obara’s cunt with all his might, her legs twitching and thrashing helplessly around as Ned grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. This gave Ned a perfect view of Obara’s massive breasts bouncing around in all their glory. Ned gritted his teeth as he felt Obara’s vice-like cunt clamp down on his throbbing shaft as it plundered her depths.

“You AH!… think… this is… hard?…” Obara panted, trying to retain the composure she was clearly on the precipice of losing. “Boys half your age have fucked me bett-ahhhAHHAHHAHH!!!” Ned decided Obara had talked enough, and started fucking her even harder, the table began to shake and creak beneath them under the force of Ned’s thrusts. “AHAA! AHH! FUCK!” Obara was half way between panting and screaming.

Ned created bindings of ice to keep her wrists pinned to the table while allowing his hands to be free.

“Do you submit?” Ned asked Obara, mockingly as he pinched her nipples with his hands, making her quiver.

“Ah! Fuck! Never!” Obara’s body betrayed her, as her eyes rolled back and her limbs shook uncontrollably, she was brought to a mind-breaking climax. The feeling of Obara’s already extremely tight cunt clamping down on his cock almost made Ned pass out. He smacked her face.

“Do you submit?” Then again.

“Never…” Obara moaned in response, somewhat less defiantly than before. Ned slowed his thrusts as he continued slapping Obara.

“Sumbit!” SMACK

“No…”

“Sumbit!” SMACK

“Please…”

“Submit!” SMACK

“please fuck me…” She barely whispered, Ned knew he had won.

“What was that?” Ned demanded, gripping her face and pulling her up.

“Please fuck me.” Obara said this time.

“Louder.” Ned demanded.

“Please fuck me!”

“Louder!”

“PLEASE FUCK ME, DADDY! I LOVE YOUR COCK!!” Ned rammed into her with full force, the table nearly being knocked over by his thrusts.  “AH! AH! YES! FUCKING FILL ME!!” Obara’s legs locked tightly around Ned’s waist, trying to keep him deep inside her.

“Beg me to fuck your arse.” Ned grunted as he groped Obara’s massive bust.

“Please take my arse!” Obara screamed. “Please fuck it! No one’s ever been there!” Ned wrapped his hand around Obara’s throat, chocking her as he leaned close enough to whisper in her ear.

“No…” he said. “I like your cunt too much.” Ned glanced over at the other women as he ploughed Obara, he was surprised to see they were all watching him in awe.

“No one’s ever broken Obara before.” Nymeria murmured, her eyes locked on Obara’s pleasure addled face.

“Fuck me Ned!” Obara cried out. “I love your cock!! BREAK ME! BREAK ME!” As if by design, when Obara wailed that, the table Ned was fucking her on broke, they both landed on a heap in the floor, thought that didn’t stop Obara from demanding Ned carry on fucking her. Their audience on the bed found it to be very funny.

“You silly old dog,” Elia laughed. “she wanted you to break her, not the table.” Before long, Ned was filling Obara’s womb with his thick seed as he pushed deep inside the warrior woman.

“Fuck!” Ned grunted as his throbbing cock filled Obara, most likely giving her a bastard of her own to raise. By the time Ned realised that Obara had passed out in pleasure, he was nearly done filling her womb with enough of his seed to give her a dozen babes.

Ned got to his feet, weary after a night of fucking beautiful, energetic women. His cock was ready for a rest as it hung limp and soft.

“Ahem” Arianne coughed. “I believe my mother and I wish to take our turns with you together.”

And just like that, Ned was rock hard again.

“Come here and give my daughter the fucking she’s been waiting for.” Mellario said.

Ned was almost taken aback by how candidly she said it. Though he shouldn’t have, considering what they’d all been doing all night. Mellario was sitting behind Arianne on the large bed, the others had spread around the room, kissing and fucking as they pleased.

“Yes!” Arianne giggled. “Give me your seed.”

“Doesn’t Arianne have a gorgeous body?” Mellario purred, running her small hands up and down Arianne’s ridiculously curvy body. “The Goddess Rhorne herself couldn’t match my daughter’s beauty.” Ned had only a passing familiarity with the fertility goddess the Rhoynar worshiped, as Mellario was an ardent follower of hers. Ned found himself unable to disagree with Mellario’s assessment. Both Arianne and Mellario were exotic beauties. The were the same height, but Arianne’s breasts were bigger, her waist and thighs a little thinner though Mellario’s arse was larger. Both had pierced nipples and belly buttons. They both had breasts near a match for Cat’s and arses that were near a match to Ash’s. They were both beautiful with dark, sultry eyes. Ned stood in the middle of the room and took in their beauty. "He loves your melons, sweetling" Mellario giggled, cupping them, offering them up to Ned’s gazed. "As well he should. I’ll have to introduce you to Catelyn Stark one day… Why, the two of you together could kill a man with your tits." Mellario laughed as she pinched Arianne’s large, dark nipples as Arianne bit her lip, holding Ned’s gaze.

"Yes, they would make a gorgeous pair. In who’s company, you would not be found lacking." Ned chuckled, devouring Arianne’s body with his eyes.

“Flatterer” Mellario said in mock modesty. “But my daughter wants to have you first.” she continued in a husky moan, spreading Arianne’s legs apart with her own legs, giving Ned unfiltered access to Arianne’s bare cunt.

“I’ve been a good girl all night.” Arianne said in a voice of false innocence. “Please give me your big fat cock.” She begged.

"As you wish.” Ned smiled.

Ned strode over to the bed, mounting it, before he spread Arianne’s knees further apart with his hands. Arianne bit her lower lip, moaning as she stretched to accommodate Ned’s desires. Ned could not help but marvel at Arianne’s beautiful, completely bare cunt.

From the wetness around it, Ned could definitely tell that her arousal was extreme, it was already leaking her pleasure onto the bed.

Gripping his cock with one hand, Ned angled it to the entrance of Arianne’s womanhood, teasing her pink, trembling fold. Mellario pulled Arianne into a heated kiss as Ned teased her cunt, the sight of it nearly ended Ned right there.

Leaning over Arianne’s body, Ned took one of her dark nipples into his mouth, sucking greedily. Then continued like this for some time, Mellario and Ned using their tongues on Arianne, making her moan and quiver.

In the rest of the room, the submissive dam had apparently been broken for Obara, she was being ravaged in every hole at once by Nymeria, Sarella and Tyene using mummer’s cocks as Ellaria and Elia rubbed their cunts together beside them. Nymeria had even produced a flat wooden paddle that she used to beat Obara’s muscular arse with.

Eventually, Ned decided to switch women and leaned forward to dominate Mellario’s mouth with his own. After pulling away from Mellario, Ned’s gaze met Arianne’s dark eyes. His cock was resting against the entrance to her cunt, her massive, round breasts rose and fell, shaking with Arianne’s every breath.

“Perhaps you need some help.” Mellario giggled, her arm snaked out from behind Arianne and took hold of Ned’s cock. She pressed the tip into Arianne’s wet, warm cunt as she whispered utter filth into her daughter’s ear.

Ned began too ease his throbbing member inside Arianne, as he looked directly into Mellario’s eyes. The familiar tight walls of Arianne’s cunt welcomed him home, sucking him deeper inside her. Arianne rested her head on her mother’s pillowy breasts as she whined.

"Gods, I wish I could have seen how you took it the first time." Mellario nuzzled against Arianne's dark hair.

“She nearly passed out.” Ned chuckled, easing his cock a few inches deeper as Arianne’s willing hole completely surrendered to his cock, begging him to stay.

"I’m a small woman, and your cock’s massive." Arianne whinned into Mellario’s bosom as Ned penetrated her completely.

“Don’t worry, your mother had difficulty in the beginning too.” Ned withdrew from Arianne and thrust back inside her, making the Dornish princess shiver in delight. Like Obara, she hooked her legs behind Ned’s waist, trying to keep him inside her as she clutched Mellario’s arms.

"Fuck… I love you..." Arianne panted. Ned kissed her again, sliding his cock deep inside her, all the way to the hilt. “Oh gods! Fuck!”

Arianne trembled as her cunt clamped down on Ned’s shaft, putting glorious pressure on Ned’s cock. Ned watched as Mellario began to run her hands up and down Arianne’s body, pinching Arianne’s nipples as she kissed her neck.

“You’re so beautiful.” Mellario moaned as she pleasured Arianne.

Ned watched the tender embrace of mother and daughter, stopping for a moment to think about what might happen if someone were to walk in and see what they were all doing together. The moment quickly passed when Arianne pulled on his hips, telling him to keep fucking her.

He happily did so.

Arianne began to rock her hip’s against him, as she skin began to flush, Ned could tell she was quickly approaching her end. He hammered away at Arianne’s love tunnel, feeling the tight walls of her cunt gripping and massaging his cock, coaxing his seed into her fertile womb.

“Do you like how your mother’s lover feels inside you?” Mellario teased Arianne, lightly biting her earlobe as she continued tweaking Arianne’s nipples. “Do you like his massive cock?”

“Yes!” Arianne cried. “I love his massive cock! Fuck me, Ned!”

"You want him to give you a child, don't you?"

“Yes…” Arianne moaned, “He’s given you two bastards, I want one.”

Ned was surprised to learn that Arianne knew who really fathered Mellario’s youngest two children. But that did not deter him as he continued to plough her cunt as he often had over that last two weeks.

They found an easy rhythm as their frenzied thrusts met in the middle. Ned repeatedly drove his cock right up to the hilt inside Arianne, thoroughly enjoying ravaging her while her mother helped him. Arianne could do naught but moan and coo under his assault, begging for more.

Arianne’s climax had been building for some time, Ned knew. This time, he wouldn’t pull away. He pulled her into his arms, feeling her massive breasts press against his chest as he allowed the full force of Arianne’s climax to rip the whole way through her.

“AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHH! YESSS!!! FUCK!!!!” Arianne screamed as she shook violently in an end that was weeks in the making. Many times Ned had fucked to almost the point of her satisfaction, before pulling away and leaving her frustrated.

No more.

Feeling her come undone around him for the first time brought Ned to his own end, filling Arianne’s womb with his seed as she quaked in his lap, begging for him to give her a thousand bastards. Ned spread Arianne’s cunt wide open as she quivered in his arms, thrusting away as he deposited rope after rope of his seed deep within her.

She was sweaty and still shaking as Ned let go of her. Arianne flopped heavily back down onto the bed, seemingly unable to think, let alone move from her position.

“Well that was certainly entertaining.” Mellario giggled as she crawled over her daughter’s catatonic form on the bed, leaning down low to give Ned’s still-hard cock a few licks. “How this cock manages to stay hard, i’ll never know.”

“The Trial of Winter.” Ned explained. “I am more than man.”

“Can’t argue with that.” Mellario smirked as she licked his cock again, tasting her daughter. “But I do believe I am the last woman here you haven’t fucked tonight.”

“Then let’s fix that.” Ned smiled. “Hands and knees.” Mellario simply smiled and followed her orders, turning over so she was right on top of her still-quivering daughter. She leaned down to lick Arianne’s cunt as Ned’s seed flowed from it. “There’s the arse I remember.” Ned smiled as Mellario gently shook her hips from side-to-side for his amusement.

“It misses you so,” Mellario moaned as Ned gripped it’s meaty cheeks in his hands. “but my cunt wants you more.”

"As you wish, princess." Ned smiled, then thrust the full length of his shaft, the whole way into Mellario’s cunt. She’d taken him hundreds of times before, but it always felt like the first time when he entered her again.

Mellario always loved when he took her like a wolf, she said it awoke something primal in him. She let out a needy whine as Ned ploughed her roughly from behind, filling every inch of her cunt with his cock. Spanking her lovely round, dusky arse-cheeks with his hands, Ned fucked her slowly, enjoying the extraordinary sensations of Mellario’s cunt.

Her head dropped low, to her daughter’s arse as the pleasure of Ned taking her swelled within Mellario. She giggled and moaned as Ned filled her cunt with every thrust, her sounds muffled by her daughter’s massive arse.

"Fuck, Ned! You’re so good!" Mellario whimpered, pressing her hips back to meet Ned’s thrusts.

“It’d be fitting to give both you and your daughter a bastard on the same night.” Ned chuckled as her ploughed Mellario.

“Yes! Give me another bastard!” Mellario moaned in response, her body trembling in anticipation for the wave of pleasure that was fast approaching.

Her cunt walls tightened around Ned as Mellario began to scream. He fucked her at a blinding pace, the whole way through Mellario’s violent climax. Ned’s balls loudly clapped against Mellario’s cunt as the pressure built within his cock.

Ned’s only thoughts were of impregnating the woman in front of him as he stuffed his cock into her womanhood and let forth a tidal wave of his seed, flooding her womb.

After moments of filling the quivering Mellario completely, Ned fell to the side on the bed. Sleep was about to take him, when he felt a tongue licking his limp cock.

“…I thought, perhaps, you could take my arse too?” Elia said between licks.

Ned sighed…

That night, he took them all in every position, every combination, every woman, every hole. Multiple times.

They all surrendered to Ned, taking pleasure in their exquisite bodies, and giving it back in more than equal measures.

As dawn broke with the morning sun, Ned rose from the mass of sweaty limbs and curvy bodies. He untangled himself carefully, trying not to disturb the women as he crept out of his bed chambers.

Ned turned to survey his conquests from the previous night. All the women were fast asleep, the same way he’d left them the night before:

Bowed…

Bent…

Broken…

Ned walked out of his bed chamber and shrugged into a robe. Dawn’s golden light shone through an open window onto his desk and the Valyrian Steel dagger that lay atop it. He took the dagger in hand, studying it. Littlenger’s blade, won by Tyrion Lannister in a tourney wager, sent to murder his wives. Did the dwarf give his sister the blade? All he had to connect the Lannisters to the attack was the blade.

Then there was the murder of Jon Arryn, if they could order the death of his wives, they could order the death of the Hand, but the truth of Jon’s death remained as clouded to him as when he had started. Lord Stannis had not returned to King’s Landing for the tourney. Lysa Arryn held her silence behind the high walls of the Eyrie. The squire was dead, his men were still searching the whorehouses. What did he have but Robert’s bastard?

That the armorer’s sullen apprentice was the Robert’s son, Ned had no doubt. The Baratheon look was stamped on his face, in his jaw, his eyes, that black hair. Renly was too young to have fathered a boy of that age, Stannis too cold and proud in his honor. Gendry had to be Robert’s.

Yet knowing all that, what had he learned? The king had other baseborn children scattered throughout the Seven Kingdoms. All who knew Robert, knew it. Ned remembered Robert’s first child, a daughter born in the Vale when Robert was scarcely more than a boy himself. A sweet little girl; the young lord of Storm’s End had doted on her. He used to make daily visits to play with the babe, long after he had lost interest in the mother. Ned often went along for company. The girl would be in her early twenties now, he realized; older than Robert had been when he fathered her. A strange thought.

Cersei could not have been pleased by her husband’s by-blows, yet in the end it mattered little whether the king had one bastard or a hundred. None of them could threaten Robert’s trueborn children...

His musings were ended by a soft rap on his door. “A man to see you, my lord,” Perkins called. “He won’t give his name.”

“Send him in,” Ned said, wondering.

The visitor was a stout man in cracked, mud-caked boots and a heavy brown robe of the coarsest roughspun, his features hidden by a cowl, his hands drawn up into voluminous sleeves. Yet Ned knew his smell anywhere.

“Lord Varys.” Ned said, his features growing stern.

“Prince Stark,” Varys said politely, seating himself, drawing back his cowl. “I wonder if I might trouble you for a drink?”

Ned filled two cups with summerwine and handed one to Varys. “Why are you here?” Straight and to the point.

“I will not keep you long, my lord.” Varys answered. “I am sure your numerous lady friends will not object.” He giggled. “If the wrong ears heard what I'm about to tell you, off comes my head. And who would mourn poor Varys then? North or South, they sing no songs for spiders. But there are things you must know. You are the King’s Hand, and the king is a fool.” The eunuch’s cloying tones were gone; now his voice was thin and sharp as a whip. “Your friend, I know, yet a fool nonetheless... and doomed, unless you save him.”

Ned shifted in his seat, fearing he knew the answer to the question he was about to ask. “What sort of doom?”

“The same fate as Jon Arryn.” The eunuch answered. As Ned suspected. “I only found out earlier today. The tears of Lys, they call it. A rare and costly thing, clear and sweet as water, and it leaves no trace. I begged Lord Arryn to use a taster, in this very room I begged him, but he would not hear of it. Only one who was less than a man would even think of such a thing, he told me.”

Ned had to know the rest. “Who gave him the poison?”

“Some dear sweet friend who often shared meat and mead with him, no doubt. Oh, but which one? There were many such. Lord Arryn was a kindly, trusting man.” The eunuch sighed. “There was one boy. All he was, he owed Jon Arryn, but when the widow fled to the Eyrie with her household, he stayed in King’s Landing and prospered. It always gladdens my heart to see the young rise in the world.” The whip was in his voice again, every word a stroke. “He must have cut a gallant figure in the tourney, him in his bright new armor, with those crescent moons on his cloak. A pity he died so untimely, before you could talk to him...”

Ned felt half-poisoned himself. “The squire,” he said. “Ser Hugh.” Wheels within wheels within wheels. Ned’s head was pounding. “So Hugh poisoned Jon Arryn, who ordered him to do it?”

“I cannot say for certain, my prince.” Varys answered, rising from his seat.

“Of course not, because that would be too easy… Why? Why now? Jon Arryn had been Hand for near two decades. Why kill him now?”

“He was beginning to ask questions,” Varys said, slipping out the door, leaving Ned to his thoughts. He picked up the dagger again, spinning it in his hand.

Arianne limped out of his bedchambers naked, looking like a whore after a very busy night. Quietly padding of over to Ned, she crawled under the desk, opened Ned’s robe and began sucking his cock.

“Some people like to say good morning first.” Ned looked down at her.

Arianne seemingly ignored his words as she sleepily brushed her dark curls behind one ear, keeping her head bobbing up and down at a languid pace. Ned leaned back in his chair, gazing off into the dawn sky, wondering if it was even possible win in King’s Landing.

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It had been nearly a month since he and his family had got on their ship to leave King’s Landing. Doran awoke early in the morning in his cabin on the top deck. Having to use his chair meant that stairs were certainly difficult to navigate. Turning over, he saw Mellario was absent from their bed again. The thought excited him to no end.

He had just spent a month in King’s Landing watching his wife get utterly destroyed by Ned Stark, again and again. Of all the men Mellario had taken to her bed, Ned Stark was the one Doran most enjoyed watching plough his wife.

After Ned had won the tourney, Mellario had started forbidding Doran from even watching, saying that he would have to settle to her descriptions after the event. That just made it even more satisfying for Doran when she made him climax as she told him what happened.

The reason for Mellario’s absence in their bed on the voyage was due to a game they liked to play. Mellario would chose someone on the ship and fuck them every night during the voyage. Doran would have to guess who it was.

So far, Doran had been unsuccessful in his choices. He had even gone so far as to go to Arianne and ask her if she had any notion as to who her mother was spending time with. Alas, judging from the noises coming from her cabin, Doran had to guess that like her mother, Arianne had taken a lover. Not something Doran wanted to be aware of.

Calling Areo to help him into his chair, Doran went out onto the deck, where he saw all the female members of his family on the Galley leaning over the side, vomiting into the sea.

“Must be a terrible bought of seasickness for them all to get it.” Doran said to Oberyn, who was leaning against the mast, watching the women.

“None of them have been seasick before…” Oberyn noted. Mellario, having heard them, turned around. Even looking a little pale, she was the most beautiful woman Doran had ever seen.

“Is he the tall oarman with a shaved head and hooked nose?” Doran asked her as she walked over to them.

“No. No…” Mellario smiled in response. “They’re actually the shortest lover I’ve ever had.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being short!” Arianne called over to them, before she went back to being sick over the side.

“I’ve never seen you be seasick before.” Doran said, reaching out to take his wife’s hand. “Perhaps it was something you ate in King’s Landing.”

“No… It wasn’t what we ate…” Mellario told him. “My love… We have a surprise for you…” she smiled, placing a hand on her stomach.

“…We?” Doran asked, confused.

“Yes. We.” Mellario affirmed.

Doran looked to the women of his family who had been vomiting over the side of the ship. All eight of them were looking at him, with their hands on their stomachs…