When Winter Comes

The straw on the floor stank of urine. There was no window, no bed, not even a slop bucket. Ned remembered walls of pale red stone festooned with patches of nitre, a grey door of hard wood, four inches thick and covered in enchantments. The bitter, irony taste in his mouth told Ned the air was thick with Dimeritium dust. The dark was absolute. He could have seen in the dark, if the Dimeritium hadn’t been suppressing his magic.

Ned had been there before, when he had rescued Arthur at the end of the rebellion, so many years ago. Lannister men had deposited Ned in the Black Cells, chaining his one hand to the wall, after they had subdued him, not even bothering to give him clothes to replace the ones that had been torn off in the fight.

Alone and chained, Ned had not been defeated. There were few forms of magic Dimeritium had no effect on, thankfully warging was one of them. Ned had slipped into Snowflake’s skin and freed the dragons from the Dragonpit.

He had tried his best to protect his daughters as they made their escape, but Joffrey’s dragon had been too strong. The pain of being torn apart by a dragon was matched only by the pain of being responsible for Snowflake’s death.

Ned took some comfort in the fact that in Snowflake’s dying moments, he had seen his daughters had escaped. All the tortures and indignities the Lannisters had in store for him were dreams compared to what would happen if they had taken his daughters too.

Not too long after Ned saw his daughters escape, they had brought a ragged Arthur into his cell, chaining him to a pillar opposite Ned, when they left, both men were embraced by the darkness again.

“We need to stop meeting like this, brother.” Arthur chuckled in the dark. That was some comfort. At least Ned would not be alone. “I stayed behind to hold off our pursuers.” Arthur explained.

“They eluded the Lannisters.” Ned told him. “I saw them on a ship out of the Blackwater through Snowflake’s eyes.

“So the only have us.” Arthur said. “Means we won’t need to take anyone with us when we escape.” They both laughed together.

“Do you already have a plan?”

“I’m formulating one. Are you perchance any good at mummery?”

“Mummery?!”

“Yes. Feign illness, or say your leg is getting worse. When the guard comes in to check, we kill him and take his keys.”

It sounded like a good plan. However, it seemed no amount of pained wailing could coax anyone into their cell.

“It was worth a try.” Arthur said, after what felt like hours.

“What of Dawn?” Ned ventured.

“By now, probably has more wards on it than the queen’s bedchamber.” Arthur laughed, bitterly.

“Ice is the same.” Ned admitted. “It will not come.”

“Still… There is one thing.” Arthur said. “I’ve never felt more worthy of that blade, than when I was protecting the girls.”

Worthy? Worthy…

‘Whosoever wields this hammer, if they be worthy, shall posses the power of Jonothor’

The inscription on Foesmasher ran through Ned’s mind. Memories of the time he held the hammer in his hand, yet did not dare to lift it. It was a fool’s hope. Yet, sitting in the Black Cells, Ned felt a bigger fool than ever before. He stretched out his hand and called for it, sending off a prayer to the Old Gods.

Yet nothing came... Cersei’s words whispered through his head. “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die,”. Ned had played and lost, he didn’t even know how many of his men had died for his foolishness.

After a time, Ned and Arthur just sat together in the dark. For how long, he could not say. There was no sun, no moon to tell the passing of time. They might as well had been buried alive. Ned closed his eyes and opened them; it made no difference. He slept and woke and slept again. His leg was healing, thankfully. Though it was slower than it should have been.

In the silence, Ned thought of Cat, Ash and Elia, his wives. The women he loved. He wondered where they were, what they were doing. He wondered whether he would ever see them again.

Hours turned to days, or so it seemed. Arthur’s resolve returned faster than Ned’s did. He reminded Ned that all was not lost. His daughters were free and heading back North. Robert’s brothers were out in the world, raising armies at Dragonstone and Storm’s End. Alyn and Harwin would return to King’s Landing with other men of the Ice Guard once they had dealt with Tywin’s men. The armies of the North would rise to free him, with them the Riverlands, Vale and maybe Dorne too.

Ned and Arthur were half-asleep when the footsteps came down the hall. At first Ned thought he dreamt them, but Arthur said heard them too. When the heavy wooden door creaked open, the sudden light was blinding to them both. A gaoler thrust two jugs at them. The clay was cool and beaded with moisture. Both men grasped the jugs and drank heartily. Water ran from Ned’s mouth and dripped down through his beard. He drank until he thought he would be sick.

“How long...?” he croaked weakly when he could drink no more. Arthur stood on shaky legs behind the man, but his chains rattled against the wall. The gaoler turned around and pressed a runed sceptre into Arthur’s side. Arcs of blue energy sprung from the sceptre with a loud buzzing sound, finding Arthur’s flesh. He grunted in pain and bent over.

“Leave him be!” Ned shouted, throwing the jug at the man’s head as he stumbled to his feet.

The jug smashed against the gaolers leather cap, he turned and pressed the sceptre into Ned’s unprotected stomach with a cruel smile. Ned felt like his stomach was on fire. He tumbled to his knees with a thud, convulsing like he was Cat after he and Ash filled her holes together. The gaoler took the unbroken jug, the door crashed shut behind him.

Ned blinked at the sudden loss of light. “Arthur.” He grunted, still unable to get up from the floor. “You still alive?”

“Just barely, brother.” Arthur responded, along with rattling chains, telling Ned he was probably sitting up again.

“I’d forgotten how much I hated it down here.”

“You survived nearly a year in these cells.” Ned encouraged him. “We can survive together.”

After the first time, the turnkey brought them more water. They both agreed that each time he brought them water, it was a new day. But men could not survive on water alone. Whenever they asked for food, they were denied water.

“The Lannisters can’t wish for us to starve.” Arthur said after they’d been given their water for the day.

“We would be dead already if Cersei wanted it so.” Ned answered him. Cersei knew they were much more useful alive. “Elia and Cat hold her brother. If they kill us, he dies too. Besides, if they kill us, what’s to stop Stark dragons from coming straight to the Red Keep and killing them all.”

From outside the cell came the rattle of iron chains. As the door creaked open, Ned put his hand to the damp wall and pushed himself toward the light. The glare of a torch made him squint.

“Food,” he croaked.

“Wine,” a voice answered. It was not the turnkey; this gaoler was stouter, shorter, though he wore the same leather half cape.

“Drink.” He produced two wineskins and thrust into Arthur’s and Ned’s hands. The voice was strangely familiar, yet it took Ned a moment to place it.

“Varys?” he said groggily when it came. He touched the man’s face. “What are you doing here?” The eunuch’s plump cheeks were covered with a dark stubble of beard. Ned felt the coarse hair with his fingers. Varys had transformed himself into a grizzled turnkey, reeking of sweat and sour wine. “How did you...?”

“With much practice,” Varys said. “Drink, my prince.”

Ned’s hand fumbled at the skin. “Is this the same poison they gave Robert?”

“You wrong me,” Varys said sadly. “Why is it no one every trusts the eunuch? Give me the skin.” He drank, a trickle of red leaking from the corner of his plump mouth. “No more poisonous than most,” he concluded, wiping his lips. “Here.” Ned tried a swallow. He felt as though he were about to bring the wine back up. “All men must swallow the sour with the sweet. High lords and eunuchs alike. Your hour has come, my lord.”

“Do you know of my daughters...”

“Their ship is far away,” Varys told him. “A kindness, there. Our new king was terribly wroth after one of your men stuck an arrow in his dragon’s eye. I trust you realize that you are a dead man, Prince Eddard?”

“The queen won’t kill me,” Ned said. His head swam; the wine was strong, and it had been too long since he’d eaten. “Cat and Elia hold her brother...”

“The wrong brother,” Varys sighed. “And lost to them, in any case. They let the Imp slip through their fingers. I expect he is dead by now, somewhere in the Mountains of the Moon.”

“If that is true, slit our throats and have done with it.” Ned was dizzy from the wine, tired and heartsick. “We will not be used against our family.”

“Your blood is the last thing I desire.”

Ned frowned. “When they killed my men, you stood beside the queen and watched, and said not a word.”

“And would again. I seem to recall that I was unarmed, unarmored, and surrounded by Lannister swords. Alas, I am not as fine a warrior as you or Ser Arthur.” The eunuch looked at them curiously, tilting his head. “When I was a young boy, before I was cut, I traveled with a troupe of mummers through the Free Cities. They taught me that each man has a role to play. The same is true at court. The master of whisperers must be sly and obsequious and without scruple. A courageous informer would be as useless as a cowardly knight.” He took Ned’s wineskin back and drank. Ned studied the eunuch’s face, searching for truth beneath the mummer’s scars and false stubble.

He tried some more wine. This time it went down easier. “Can you free us from this pit?”

“I could... but will I? No. Questions would be asked, and the answers would lead back to me.”

Ned had expected no more. “You are blunt.”

“A eunuch has no honor, and a spider does not enjoy the luxury of scruples, my prince. What strange fit of madness led you to tell the queen that you had learned the truth of Joffrey’s birth?”

“The madness of mercy,” Ned admitted. “I’d hoped she would save her children.”

“Ah,” said Varys. “To be sure. You are an honest and honourable man, Prince Eddard. Both of you are very worthy men. Ofttimes I forget that. I have met so few of them in my life.” He glanced around the cell. “When I see what honesty and honour have won you, I understand why.”

“Honesty and honour might have landed us in this pit, Spider.” Arthur spat, talking for the first time. “But it has also won us a great many friends. Friends who will not sit idly by and allow this to pass. You flitter from king to king, lord Varys. Aerys… Robert… Now Joffrey. Who would rise for you, were you in our position, I wonder?”

“Oh, no one i’m sure.” Varys answered. “I am not as rich in friendships as you two. However, your friends are a great distance away and of little use to you here.”

“Fear of reprisals is what’s keeping us alive.” Arthur countered.

Ned laid his head back against the damp stone wall and closed his eyes. He was sick of Varys and Arthur’s fighting. “The king’s wine... did you question Lancel?”

“Oh, indeed.” Varys turned back to him. “Cersei gave him the wineskins, and told him it was Robert’s favorite vintage.” The eunuch shrugged. “But it wasn’t Cersei or Lancel, or even the Minotaur that did it. Oh, the wine slowed him down and the minotaur ripped him open… but it was your mercy that killed the king.” Ned had feared as much. “The queen would not have waited long in any case.” Varys said, “Robert was becoming unruly, and she needed to be rid of him to free her hands to deal with his brothers. They are quite a pair, Stannis and Renly. The iron gauntlet and the silk glove.” Varys smiled. “On the morrow the queen will pay you a visit.”

Slowly Ned raised his eyes. “Why?”

“Cersei is frightened of you, my prince... but she has other enemies she fears even more. Her beloved Jaime is fighting the river lords even now. Lysa Arryn sits in the Eyrie, ringed in stone and steel if the Vale were to declare independence, the Lannisters would not be able to stop them. And your sons call all the armies of the North to win your freedom, with a dozen dragons at their command.”

“They’re only boys…” Ned said mournfully. He had fought wars all his life to make sure his children would never have to endure the hardships that he faced. All of it seemed so pointless in that instant.

“They’re older than you were, when you won Robert his crown” Varys countered him. “Yet still only boys, as you say. The king’s brothers are of greater concern... Lord Stannis in particular. His claim is the true one, he’s a proved battle commander, a dragon rider, and he is utterly without mercy. There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.”

“Stannis Baratheon is Robert’s true heir,” Ned said. “The throne is his by rights.”

Varys tsked. “There are those who would disagree with that assessment. I have yet to say whom Cersei fears most.”

“If not Stannis, then who?”

“A certain Targaryen princess. Younger and more beautiful. With a babe in her belly. Who’s husband is at the head of an army.”

“Why would she fear Daenerys Targaryen?”

“She doesn’t even know Daenerys exists.” Varys scoffed. “I speak of Rhaenys. There are many in the seven kingdoms who would want to see a Targaryen back on the Iron throne. She would already have the North, the Riverlands and Dorne as her supporters-”

“Is that your game?” Ned interrupted Varys. “Are you still a creature of the Targaryens after all these years? Tell me, Lord Varys, who do you truly serve?”

Varys smiled thinly. “Why, the realm, of course. Someone has to.” With that, he left the cell, leaving Ned and Arthur in darkness again.

“Do you think he means to place Rhaenys on the throne?” Arthur asked. The thought troubled Ned greatly.

“I do not know...” Ned pondered. It was a conundrum. One that they were left with until they heard a sound on the other side of the door. Cersei Lannister walked into the cell, in a fine gown of red silk. She was shadowed by four Golden Legionaries. One of them walked over to a sconce between Ned and Arthur, placing his torch in it.

“Leave us.” Cersei commanded. “And you may return to your posts.”

“Should we not wait outside the cell?” One of them asked.

Cersei whirled in a rage. “They are both in chains! What do you think they could do to me? Leave this cell and return to your post this instant, or you’ll join them in bondage.”

Her four guards left them in the cell in a hurry after that, with the torch being the only source of light. There was silence as they listened to the armoured boots ringing against the stone steps as the guards returned to their posts.

“Apologies for not rising to greet you, your grace.” Arthur grunted, rattling his chains as he moved his arms. “If you wish to fuck Ned in peace, i’m afraid all I can do is look away.”

Cersei shot the knight a look so cold Ned thought she could have passed for a Stark, if not for the blonde hair. “Why are you here, you grace?” He asked her.

Cersei turned back to him, then tilted her head slightly. “…You got your men killed, Stark. Their heads line the castle wall…” So she had come to gloat. Ned would not give Cersei the satisfaction of showing his pain, but her words were knives to his heart. Most of all because they were true, he had been the cause of their deaths. He had lead them south and he had decided to stay. “You should have joined me when I gave you my offer.” She smiled cruelly then, her eyes shining green in the fire light. “If you had, they would live, and we could be in my bedchambers right now.”

“Not even my wives could convince me to betray my friends,” Ned defied her. “and you are far from their equal.”

Cersei struck him then. Arthur strained against his chains, trying to rise. “So you’re happy to fuck me, but you don’t have the stomach to join me?” She spat. “Coward.”

“Your words wound me, truly…” Ned dully responded. “But I’d have thought you wouldn’t have the time to come down here and fling insults at your prisoner. The Lannister armies are in the Riverlands, what happens when Stannis comes to take his crown?”

The queen coiled like a viper, pressing her lips into a thin line. “We have dragons, men-“

“Not enough.” Ned interrupted her. “I told you to take your children and run. Stannis will come with his armies and his dragon, and there’s nothing you can do to stop him.” Cersei clenched her teeth tightly as Ned continued. “The sooner you realise this is folly, the sooner you’ll be able to escape with your children.”

“You speak of folly,” Cersei smiled. “yet here you sit in a cell.”

Ned was growing tired of Cersei’s games. “What do you want of me?”

She regarded him for a moment. “Robert is dead-“

“You killed him.” Ned interrupted her.

“Robert is dead,” Cersei repeated. “Stannis holds no love for you, Renly abandoned you here. These are not men worthy of your loyalty.” She knelt down beside him, taking his cock in her hand. “They cannot give you what I can…”

“What are you doing?” Ned asked as he shifted on the floor.

“Perhaps I can get you to reconsider joining me.” She smiled, at Ned, rubbing him to hardness. “Together we could vanquish Stannis, Renly and anyone else…”

“I do not wish to fight Renly or Stannis…”

Cersei laughed at that, “I’ve been known to change men’s minds very easily…”

“Is that how you enticed Janos Slynt into betray us?” Arthur sounded from across the room, reminding them that he was still there.

“Ugh, that toad of a man…” Cersei spat as she turned to Arthur. “Do not speak of him to me. I can still feel his grubby little hands on my skin.” She stood up and began to remove her dress. “I’d much rather feel yours.”

Her silk dress fell to the floor in one smooth motion, she wore no small-clothes. It became abundantly clear to Ned that she had come down to fuck him, either to get him to join her, or just because she wanted to.

“Does Joffrey know you’re here?” Ned asked, feigning innocence.

“What Joffrey doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.” Cersei said, dismissively, pulling a long hairpin out of her golden locks, letting them fall freely as she dropped the pin to the floor, before putting a hand on her hip. She stood like a woman all too aware of her own beauty.

Ned could hardly blame her.

The flickering light of the torch gave her a warm glow as she cast a long shadow on the wall. Her golden tresses shone in the torchlight, coupled with her beautifully elegant face, womanly body and flawless, creamy skin, made her a vision of beauty.

Near enough a match to any one of his wives, if Ned only considered physical attributes in his judgments. Ned could feel himself growing harder at the sight of her.

“Perhaps you could unlock my chains.” Arthur said. “So I might be able to give you some privacy.”

“You won’t be getting out of those chains.” Cersei shot back. “I doubt you’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight.” Cersei turned towards Arthur and began to run her hands over her body, cupping her breasts up.

“Eh, Lyanna’s are better.” Arthur responded, uninterested.

Cersei gave him a sour look, then turned back to Ned, kneeling down. “There’s something so enticingly erotic about fucking in a dirty, dark cell.” She said, taking his cock in hand.

“All you life, you’ve been used to the comforts of a soft bed.” Ned knew what she meant. It had been a feeling he and his wives had explored together many times. “And you’ve always wondered what it might feel like to be taken. In a gutter. Where the place reflects the scandalousness of your actions.”

“Yes…” Cersei bit her lip as she rubbed his cock, her other hand snaking down her body to her cunt. “No one’s ever taken me the way you took me.” She gasped. “Not even Jaime… I want it again…”

“Only if you admit it.”

“What?”

“That down here, you aren’t a Queen. You came down here, so I could fuck you.” Cersei bit her lip as she started rubbing him faster. “Say it.”

“Yes.” She admitted in a small voice.

“Louder.”

“Yes, I came down here so you could fuck me!” Cersei lunged forwards, crashing her lips against Ned’s in a passionate kiss. She devoured Ned like a woman dying of hunger. He growled into her mouth when she manoeuvred herself onto his lap and sat on his cock. Cersei’s hands found his shoulders and held them as her head fell back in pleasure, offering her large, perfect breasts up to him. Though Arthur was right, Lyanna’s were better. “Ahhhhh!” Her moans echoed throughout the black cells. Ned felt her dizzying tightness squeezing his cock as she rose up and down on him. “Fuck me…” Cersei whimpered as she worked her hips, the loud clapping of her peachy behind slapping against his thighs drowned out her moans.

“I really don’t know how you Starks do it.” Ned heard Arthur say across the room.

“Honestly, neither do I.” Ned admitted.

It was always a wonder how many people just fell into a Stark’s bed, male or female. Ned’s sister and mother had boasted as many partners as Ned or his father ever had. All through the history of their house, Starks had had multiple partners. Men and women had always been all too eager to be bedded by a Stark.

Of course, this was not something Ned wished to dwell on, not when he had a beautiful woman writhing in his lap. Cersei was in a world of her own, moaning and crying her pleasure as she humped Ned’s cock. She was using him for her own pleasure, the fact that Ned enjoyed it too was of little consequence to her.

The sensations of the cool air caressing his cock after withdrawing from Cersei’s tight heat, only to be plunged right back inside nearly made Ned spend himself right there, but he held out.

Ned took hold of Cersei’s golden mane as he began to pump his hips up to meet her. This seemingly unlocked a whole new level of pleasure for Cersei, who moaned all the louder, coming to a shaking climax as Ned fucked her from beneath.

The rage Ned had inside himself for Cersei and his own foolish actions began to bubble up. “You’re only good for one thing.” He growled. “Do you know what it is?”

“I’m only good for fucking!” She wailed in response.

“Wrong!” Ned yanked her hair down as he thrust with particularly savage force, making Cersei scream so loud, they must have heard her in the Great Sept of Baelor.

“You’re only good for getting fucked!” Ned was giving her the full force of his fucking now, using her like a back alley whore.

All Cersei could do was cling to him as he wrecked her body with undeniable pleasure. She pressed her head into his shoulder in an effort to muffle her moans as she quivered around him, submitting to his dominant thrusts.

Ned glanced at Arthur when Cersei put her head down. Arthur was frantically indicating with his head towards the floor and apparently had been doing so for some time. Ned followed Arthur’s gaze to Cersei’s dress, he gave Arthur a confused look as he mouthed a question.

What?

Arthur’s disappointment was clear. He began nodding, somewhat angrily, a bit more to the left. It was then that Ned saw it.

Cersei’s hair pin.

It had two long metal prongs and emeralds at the end. All became clear. It was out of Arthur’s reach, but Ned could kick it over to him. If Arthur had it… Maybe, maybe, maybe he could use it to unlock his shackles.

They put their plan into motion.

Taking Cersei with his arm, Ned repositioned. He lifted Cersei from his lap and put her on her back, looking away from Arthur. In the process of moving, he kicked the hair pin all the way over to Arthur, who picked it up and began to work away at his lock. Ned’s chain jangled as he pulled it slightly to get more length. All Cersei did was moan incoherently, she was still drowning in pleasure.

Ned fucked Cersei on her back, on the floor of the dark, dank cell, doing his best to keep her from noticing that Arthur was trying to unlock his shackles. She was certainly distracted. The shrieks and screams of pleasure that Ned ripped from her body echoed off the hard stone walls of the cell.

Cersei Lannister was getting the fucking she craved, the one she needed. Ned was holding both her wrists above her head with his one hand, leaving her completely open to him as he thrust inside her.

Cersei’s beautiful face was twisted in an expression of transcendent euphoria, her eyes rolling back into her head as her mouth hung open, a loud, low moan coming from within. The steady clapping of Ned’s balls against Cersei’s arse cheeks almost made him laugh. He used every inch of his cock to plough the depths of Cersei’s smooth, tight cunt. Her breasts bounced in time with his thrusts, her small pink nipples hardened with arousal.

Never being able to resist a perfect bosom like Cersei’s, Ned’s face dove down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it hard, biting, licking. She moaned even louder in response, hooking her legs around Ned’s waist, trying to keep him deep inside her. He felt the wolf awake within him.

This was not the tender lovemaking Ned would have with his wives, or with his life long friends. This was fucking. Ned was using Cersei’s body to get himself off, to release the stress of recent events. He was using her. His flesh demanded satisfaction, and Cersei’s flesh was more than willing.

The wet slaps of his pelvis against hers became more and more frantic as Cersei moaned louder and louder. Were the air not thick with Dimeritium, Ned would have been tempted to change forms while fucking her.

It’s what she would have deserved.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” She sang as she quivered around him, her skin felt red hot against his.

Ned could feel her arms struggling weakly against his hand, she hadn’t a hope of escaping his grasp, but it was gratifying to feel her trying. Ned conquered Cersei, fully and completely. Her body belonged to him. She was broken by his will.

“What a whore you are.” Ned growled into her ear when his mouth left her abused breast. “Is this how you like it? Getting fucked by your prisoner in a dirty cell?”

“Yes! I love it!” Cersei screamed. “Fuck your whore!”

“What do you plan to do?” Ned asked. “Will you keep coming down to our cell to get the ravaging you so desperately need? Or will you take me to your chambers?”

Cersei let out a long whine, “I’ll take you to my chambers and have you there.”

“What would Joffrey say to that?”

“Who?” Cersei asked breathlessly.

“Joffrey!” Ned repeated, laughing that she’d forgotten her own son. “Your son.”

“Oh…” She panted. “I don’t care what he says.” Ned laughed harder at that. Cersei had become so addled that she would defy her son.

He began to thrust harder again, letting go of her wrists, to rest his body on his elbow above her head. Her arms instantly wrapped around his torso, her fingernails digging into his back almost as deeply as Cat’s did.

Ned grunted, partly in pain, partly in pleasure. He thrust his throbbing shaft deeper than before. Cersei’s perfect, soft body rocked under him as he ploughed her like a field. She was not a short woman, but she still disappeared under his bulk like all others. His long, slow, forceful thrusts plunging deep into her Lannister cunt.

The thought of Tywin finding out Ned had fucked his sister and his daughter made him smirk. Ned knew it was unworthy of him to feel satisfaction about it, but after the Lannister’s actions, he could not bring himself to care.

Cersei gasped as the tip of Ned’s cock kissed the entrance to her womb. She was powerless to stop him, all she could do was shake uncontrollably in pleasure as her prisoner used her body for his own pleasure.

“I’m yours…” Cersei moaned pathetically, under Ned’s relentless thrusts. “The gods made me to please you, to be used by you…” Cersei’s head fell back into the sodden straw as she whined.

Ned felt her cunt clenching around his cock, milking him, begging for his seed in her womb. She was mostly catatonic as a result from Ned’s ministrations.

He looked back to check on Arthur, who was angrily trying to move the hair pin around in the lock of his shackles, but quietly. Ned knew he needed more time. He thrust deep into Cersei’s cunt again, making her jerk and scream.

The operatic symphony of her moans echoed through the cell and no doubt to others. Ned pressed her down and fucked her into the floor of his cell, his hand wrapping around her throat and tightening.

“You were made to please me.” Ned forced his meaty girth deep into Cersei’s cunt, splitting her walls in two.

She let out a breathless gasp as Ned cut off her air. The gasp became a long, low moan as she trembled under him. She eagerly thrust up her hips to meet his, urging him deeper within her, begging for him.

Ned leaned down and claimed her lips lips his own. She didn’t even think about resisting him, not even as she fought for breath. Her tongue darted forth to find his own, wanting to taste him, to lavish him, to love him. Ned pulled away from her, still holding her throat tightly.

They locked eyes. Ned saw hers were full of wanton desire. He squeezed her throat tighter. It was then she began to struggle, her face reddened, her eyes began to water, her hands started trying to pry his fingers away. But Ned would not budge. He held her down, thinking how his men had died as he ravaged her cunt like a crazed beast.

Then he saw it.

Fear.

He held her life in his hand and she knew it. It was then that Ned released his grip on her. Cersei was racked with the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced. Her cunt squeezed Ned’s cock tightly, it’s muscles massaging it, trying to bring it deeper. Her screams of bliss would have had sound if she had been able to breath at all.

Leaning back, Ned he watched Cersei’s explosive but silent climax send tremors the whole way through her body. Her breasts shaking back and forth pleasantly. Once the quivering subsided and all Cersei could do was moan softly, she leaned up to kiss Ned again, softly, lovingly.

Ned knew he was nearing his end, and it would be heralded by the melodic tones of a beautiful Queen screaming in pleasure. Her cunt was sopping wet, her cream coating Ned’s cock when he withdrew from her.

He watched Cersei’s pristine body quaking and quivering under his domineering thrusts. Her bosom bouncing in time with every their movements as they both thrust together. Ned plundered her cunt for all her worth. Cersei begged for his seed, with wanton moans, pleasing with him to fill her womb.

Eventually the strain became too much for Ned, with a mighty growl, he planted his cock deep within Cersei’s royal cunt and let forth a tidal wave of his seed. He held her beneath him for many moments, as rope after rope of his seed coated her inner walls. Ned was breeding her and she wanted to be bred.

When Ned’s seed was spent, he glanced back towards Arthur, still working away at his shackles. He needed more time. So Ned lifted Cersei from the floor, turned her around and pressed her into the cold stone wall he had been chained to.

In an instant, his cock was hard again, Stark stamina really was a blessing. With a grunt and a moan from Cersei, Ned took her from behind, pressing her face into the wall with his one hand. He drove his shaft into her from behind relentlessly, again and again.

Holding her head against the wall, Ned held her up as he ravaged her leaking cunt. He could feel her pleasure and his own flowing from her cunt, and dripping onto the floor. It was one of the most glorious cunts he had ever felt, wrapped snuggly around his achingly hard shaft.

The fleshy globes of Cersei’s delectable rear end provided excellent cushions for Ned’s thrusting. They bounced and wobbled pleasantly as his hips slapped against them, repeatedly.

Ned drew Cersei’s wanton screams from her hoarse throat with savage efficiency. Ned knew he had broken her already, now he was making sure she stayed that way.

“I love youuuu!” Cersei shrieked as Ned pummelled her cunt.

Ned thrust his cock in deep and held it, just touching the entrance to her womb. Cersei shivered against the cold stone wall, she could do nothing against him. Ned leaned forward, pressing his whole body against hers, his chest was to her back.

“Who do you belong to?” Ned growled into her ear.

“You!” Cersei wailed as Ned thrust deep and slow into her cunt.

“What was that?”

“YOU OWN ME!” Those words lit a fire in Ned’s chest. All sense of finesse was gone from his movements. He fucked her like an animal, plumbing her depths with his cock.

“What do you want me to do to you!?” Ned shouted in her ear.

“FUCK ME!” She answered, pressing her arse back to meet his thrusts. “PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Cersei, fully broken, ranted of her love for cock. “I LOVE YOU!! I’M YOUR WHORE! GIVE ME A BABE!! I’VE DREAMED ABOUT YOU SINCE THE FIRST NIGHT YOU TOOK ME! I LOVE YOUR COCK!”

Cersei’s wails were so loud, he almost didn’t hear Arthur’s chains falling limply against the wall with a clang. He looked around and saw Arthur smiling at him, unchained, with the hair pin in hand.

Ned turned around, keeping Cersei attached to his front. She was in such a state, she could not tell, or did not care Arthur had freed himself. The queen was bent over, resting her hands on her knees as she screamed.

“Perhaps you could make her quiet.” Ned laughed as Arthur loosened his breeches and fished his hardened cock out. He didn’t even need to grab Cersei’s head, she leaned forward and inhaled his cock as soon as she saw it.

“Gods, what did you do to her?” Arthur was astounded at how easily she accepted his cock.

“Whatever it was, she wants more.” Ned said, he held his arm out so Arthur could work at the shackle with the pin.

Cersei her arms wrapped around Arthur’s waist, pulling him deeper into her mouth. Ned could hear her gagging as she struggled to take it all, he decided to give her some help by thrusting harder into her cunt, pushing Cersei against Arthur.

“You’re the second woman we’ve done this to.” Arthur told Cersei as he twisted the pin in the lock. “And so far, Lyanna was much better.”

Ned had to agree, Lyanna was a very skilled lover. More benefits of being a Stark. Cersei paused for a moment at the sudden realisation, removed Arthur’s cock from her mouth and turned back to Ned, with an accusatory gaze.

“Targaryens have married into the Starks many times.” Ned said. It was true, there had been many Targaryen women to join house Stark over the years. Some of their offspring had taken to the Valyrian practices of incest. He and Lyanna had only began their relationship many years after their return from the rebellion. She had began learning to become a Witcher when she was eighteen and had already spent four years on the path before she and Ned had shared their first night together. It had been at his wives’ urging, Ned was sure they had just wanted to see him fucking a female version of himself, then join in. Ned remembered hearing a bawdy tale of how Jecaerya Stark, daughter of Jonnel and Daena, had made sure to take the maidenheads of each of her eleven younger brothers when they were old enough. “Lyanna will never have my children, or any other. What’s your excuse?”

Cersei said nothing, only turning back to Arthur’s cock, giving it a couple of long licks before she resumed sucking it. “Gods, what do they feed you up North?” Cersei moaned against Arthur’s cock.

“I’m Dornish.” Arthur corrected her.

“Still… This must be ten inches at least…”

“Ten and a half,” Arthur corrected her. “Lyanna measured it one night.”

“If not for Ned, I would say you were the largest i’ve ever had.” Cersei began moaning more deeply as Ned fucked her harder.

“What a whore you are.” Arthur laughed. “Had many, have you?”

“Theon Greyjoy, Ser Mandon, Ser Meryn…” Cersei began to list her lovers as she licked Arthur’s cock, her words become more and more fervent. It seemed that Cersei enjoyed revealing in her many infidelities. “I’ve even allowed Pycelle to watch me bathe when he brings me useful information…” The image was not something Ned would treasure. “Lancel… and Joffrey!”

Both Ned and Arthur froze in place, Cersei continued to move between them. A thousand thoughts and none, went through Ned’s mind at once.

…

…Joffrey?

…

“What!!?” They both shouted together.

“He’s mine!” Cersei said. “My own. He is loyal to me!” She began to explain. “Theon told me he was taking Joff to a brothel so he could have a woman. That night, I went to his chambers… I was his first. No other woman shall hold power over him like I do.”

It was foul. Ned wanted it to be over, so he could escape from this madness. The telltale click from Ned’s shackle told him it was unlocked, but only when it fell from Ned’s outstretched wrist did he realise it.

“Maybe no more talking…” Arthur said slowly as he moved his cock back into Cersei’s mouth. Arthur and Ned made a silent agreement: Tell no one of it, finish with Cersei, then run.

So, like a hog on a spit, they held Cersei up and pierced her at both ends.

Like a field with only two inexperienced farmers to till the land, Cersei was over-ploughed.

If it was from Arthur not letting her get enough air, or from pleasure, Ned could not tell for which reason she passed out. But they both held her up, until Arthur shot his seed down her throat and Ned filled her womb.

They left Cersei naked, in a heap on some soiled straw, her hands chained to the wall. Arthur went to work on unlocking the door as Ned burned Cersei’s dress with the torch and in an uncharacteristically mean-spirited event, pissed on her where she sat, unconscious.

She had wanted to be degraded, there was little more humiliation than being chained, naked and soiled, Ned knew that from experience.

Soon enough, Arthur managed to unlock the door, they slammed it shut behind them and ran up the stairs leading to the rest of the keep. They were both less steady than they should have been, after days rotting in the cells. Eventually, the two of them came upon four Golden Legionnaires, Cersei’s guards, their golden swords in hand.

“Fuck.” Arthur said, clutching Cersei’s sharp hair pin in his hand. Ned made to form himself a blade of ice until he heard something.

“Where is the Queen?” One of them raised his sword at Ned. He took a step forward, then the whole keep shook violently, making all six of them stumble. Ned could hear the sound of stone walls being broken down, getting closer and closer.

Some days, the Gods did give.

The wall to the left of the four confused Lannister men exploded, sending chunks of broken rock in all directions. A flash of lightning and the sound of rending metal later, the smoke cleared, revealing a war hammer with a short handle killed the four men. It was sitting on a step, arcs of lightning curling around it. Ned had seen it before, many times.

“Stannis, here already?” Arthur asked, surprised.

“No.” Ned smiled and reached out.

Foesmasher flew to his hand and Ned felt the full power of the storm kings of old flowing through him. Thunder rumbled overhead as wind swirled around him. Not since Artos Stark had the hammer deemed someone worthy enough to wield it. He had always wondered if he was worthy, today he received his answer.

“So you knew the hammer was coming the whole time?” Arthur’s exasperation was evident.

“Well, I couldn’t know for sure.” Ned admitted. “It was a game of long odds.” They both heard the sounds of men shouting through the keep. All would have felt or seen the disturbance.

“We might have managed to get out quietly if that hadn’t arrived.” Arthur stepped over the remains of the Lannister men, Ned following him.

“Perhaps.” Ned said. “Or those four might have killed us without a weapon. Still, at least we have a way of freeing Ice now.” He smiled as they reached the top of the stairs. They opened the door to find themselves at the junction of three corridors. “Which way?” Ned asked, Arthur had more experience in the Red Keep than he did.

“Right.” Arthur said, after considering his options and right they went. Freedom was in their grasp.

Ned’s heart was thundering in his chest as he and Arthur raced down the corridor. All too aware of his nudity as they turned a corner. In his wildest dreams, Ned would not have been able to imagine himself running naked through the Red Keep with Foesmasher in hand and Arthur running beside him. The absurdity of the situation almost made him laugh.

“Are we running out, or further in?” Ned asked, looking through the corridor windows to try and gauge where they were. From the sun’s position, he guessed evening was drawing near.

“I’d have thought ‘Away from the guards’ would be enough for now.” Arthur nearly laughed.

The pair rounded another corner and skidded to a halt, before them stood Ser Barristan Selmy, suited in the pure white plate of the King’s Guard. There was silence as Barristan looked at the two of them, and they looked at him. They were both unarmoured, while Ned held Foesmasher in his fist, Arthur held Cersei’s hair pin. Barristan did not have his helm, but on his hip, Ned could see something that made his blood boil with rage. He would recognise a blade belonging to the Winter Wolves anywhere.

“Did you take that off the corpse of one of my men?” Ned growled.

Barristan had the sense to look shameful. “I… We were ordered to take them by the king.” He said. “I admit, I have never held a finer blade in all my years.”

“Let us pass.” Arthur’s voice cut clear and true as he made to walk past the armoured sentinel.

Barristan blocked their way, putting a hand on the pommel of the sword. “You are a prisoner of the crown.” The confusion and doubt on his face was plain to see.

“The Lannisters have stolen the crown!” Ned shouted, perhaps unwisely.

“The king did not father any of Cersei’s children.” Arthur added. “You must see it.”

Barristan only gritted his teeth. “I have a duty…”

“Oh, our sacred duty.” Arthur scowled. “We stood by and let Aerys rape his wife because ’It was our duty’! We let Rhaegar abduct Lyanna because ‘It was our duty’!” Arthur pointed to Ned. “As his father and brother were tortured to death before our eyes, we did nothing!” Arthur huffed. “…Because ‘It was our duty’…” he sighed. “It seems to me, we’ve used ‘duty’ as a paper shield to protect us from the truth: We are simply cowards. Cowards who would let ‘duty’ prevent us from doing the right thing.” He put a hand on Ned’s shoulder. “He’s willing to die to do the right thing… Why aren’t you?”

Barristan looked away as he gritted his teeth. A few moments later, he sighed and stepped aside, unclasping his sword belt. He held the sword out to Ned with a mournful look in his eye. “I am truly sorry about your men, Stark… The all fought bravely.” As Ned only had one hand, Arthur accepted the Uru blade.

“Come with us.” Ned told him.

“No…”

“You know your life may well be forfeit if you stay.”

Barristan gave a small nod. “Then it is forfeit.”

“When I asked you if you were willing to die, to do the right thing. This isn’t what I meant.” Arthur cut in. “Just because you do a right thing, it doesn’t mean you then have to die. If at-all possible, you should stay alive while doing the right thing-“

“Arthur, “ Ned interrupted him. “We don’t have the time.” He pulled Arthur along, and together they ran off again, further into the Red Keep. The could hear shouts and the clanging of armoured boots hitting the stone floors of the castle. Guards were searching for them.

Arthur quickly pulled Ned into an alcove. “We can’t keep running without a plan.” He said. “And if I have to see your cock flapping around for another moment, I may go mad.”

“We need clothes then.” Ned agreed. “What of the Armoury? We can hide there and arm ourselves.”

“Good thinking.”

As Arthur knew the way better than Ned, he took the lead. They stealthily made their way to the door of the Armoury, forcing it open and shutting it behind them. Ned could not sense anyone else in the armoury, so they knew they were safe, at least for the time being. There were racks and tables all lined with swords, shields, an polished plate armour.

“As I recall, they keep the best steel in the top room.” Arthur informed Ned. “With luck, we can garb ourselves in Lannister armour and just walk out of the Red Keep.”

They walked up the wooden steps in tentative silence, avoiding the windows. Neither wished to have to fight their way out of the Red Keep. At the top of the stairs stood a large wooden door with steel plates on it, and an old lock.

However, Ned had found in his life that a strong kick worked as well as any key. When they entered the room, Ned became so full of rage that he thought he might burst, but he was a Stark of Winterfell. He smothered his rage in icy chill.

“We were ordered to take them by the king.” Barristan said…

Like on the other floors, there were tables and racks with weapons and armour lining them. However, unlike the other rooms, the weapons and armour all belonged to Ned’s men, the Winter Wolves that had died defending him and his daughters.

Uru was rare below the Neck, especially Black Uru. Many times Tywin had sent Ned ravens offering mountains of good in exchange for the secret to forging Uru, and many times Ned had declined him. The number of houses who had been gifted Uru over the years could be counted on one hand.

Of course Joffrey and Cersei had wanted to take all the Uru they could scavenge from his men. Ned imagined if the Ice Guard’s weapons and armour didn’t melt when their owner died, he would find it piled up there too.

There were nearly two dozen sets of Uru plate hanging on armour stands, with their accompanying weapons and shields. Ned walked over to a large wooden trunk, opening it, he found many pairs of breeches, shirts and boots, he began to put them on quickly.

“Everything here will be recovered.” Ned vowed, once he was dressed. Arthur produced two gambesons from another chest and handed one to Ned. “For now, we’ll make do with carrying what we can.” It was difficult for Ned to don the Winter Wolf armour with only one hand. Arthur had to help him after he had successfully armoured himself before Ned. “The likelihood of not being seen was small anyway.” Ned jangled his armour, before summoning Foesmasher to his hand from where he had placed it on the floor.

Ned lifted his head, seeing that Arthur was walking towards the end of the room, towards a long chest that sat on a table by the wall, a chest that had a three-headed dragon embossed on the top. Reaching inside the chest, Arthur pulled out a long, slender sword, a sword Ned recognised.

“Darksister…” Arthur said reverently as he drew the Valyrian Steel sword from it’s scabbard. “It’ll make a fine gift for Rhaenys.” Arthur chuckled, before sheathing the sword and putting it into his belt.

“We can go through the passage Littlefinger showed me.” Ned said as they walked down the steps of the armoury together. “Once we get out of the castle, wait until nightfall, then make our way to Chataya’s. From there, we plan our way out of the city.” Ned explained his plan.

“A sound plan.” Arthur said. “But the passage is on the other side of the Red Keep, we’ll need to be quick.”

“We’ll need to get Ice first.”

“Ned…”

“I will not leave my father’s sword in this place.”

Arthur sighed. “Almost certain death storming the throne room then?”

“We’ll be alright.” Ned said, spinning Foesmasher in his hand as it sparked lightning. They carefully left the armoury, checking the corridor before they dashed out. It didn’t take them long to get to one of the side doors to the throne room. Ned stood guard as Arthur cracked the door open, to peek inside the throne room. “What do you see?”

“A couple dozen guards, and a King’s Guard. He’s standing over Ice.” Arthur answered. “No courtiers though, so at least we won’t have to worry about killing somebody we shouldn’t.” Ned tightened his grip on his hammer and Arthur braised himself against the door. Both were ready. “This is an incredibly stupid thing we are about to do.” Arthur chuckled to himself. He was right, but Ned didn’t care.

“Good luck.” Ned said.

“To you too. Let’s hope you hit the King’s Guard on the first try.” Arthur kicked open the door and dashed through, Ned followed closely behind him.

Arthur engaged the closest three men, with Darksister in one hand and his Uru blade in the other. Ned threw Foesmasher so hard, he heard a massive boom emanating from the hammer, that deafened all around it and shattered the stained glass pains of the throne room’s windows.

It flew straight as an arrow towards the King’s Guard in his pure white armour. He was reeling from the deafening noise so much that he didn’t know what was coming until the hammer struck him in the side. The knight hit the wall on the other side of the throne room with a sickening crunch as his body crumpled and the stone wall cracked around the impact.

Ned heard a man charging him from behind, so he froze the man’s feet to the floor and summoned his hammer, sending it straight through the man’s chest. A second man was brave enough to face Ned, swinging his sword wildly. Ned ducked under the first slash and created a pillar of ice that sprung up from the ground and struck the man squarely in the chest, caving it in as the man flew back.

Arthur fought the men that weren’t running from the pair as Ned raised the hammer high and brought it down on the golden shield that trapped Ice. Ned felt the shockwaves of the blow rattle him to his bones, he lifted the hammer high and brought it down again. The ward shield flashed and pulsated under the impact, lightning sparked along Foesmasher. With the third blow came a massive explosion that knocked Ned back several feet. He was glad to be clad head to toe in Uru when his hit the stone floor.

As Ned got to his feet, Arthur dispatched the last of the Lannister men with skill and grace as the smoke cleared around Ice. Ned smiled at his family sword as it floated before him. Then he cursed Pycelle from removing his hand so he could not hold Ice and Foesmasher together.

The tall doors of the throne room’s main entrance opened as a few dozen Golden Legionnaires poured into the room. Arthur readied himself for a fight, but Ned held out his arm and stopped him. “Allow me.”

Though Ned did not have a hand to hold Ice, that did not mean he could not use it. He had been the sword’s owner for more than twenty years. In that time, he had learned that a Stark did not need a hand to wield Ice.

The sword knew his intentions in an instant. Quicker than a thunder bolt, it went spinning into the group of men, cutting them down like dry barley. Ned and Arthur watched as Ice despatched twenty men with ease in a matter of moments.

“Gods…” Arthur swore as they stepped over the remains of the men. “I didn’t know it could do that…”

“There are lots of things about you don’t know about Ice…” Ned responded, grimly. “Let’s move.”

The pair dashed out of the throne room through the main door, down a long corridor with Ice floating behind Ned. Hearing guards coming the other way, Ned lead Arthur to a courtyard outside of Maegor’s holdfast. With their pursuers on their heels, Ned and Arthur quickly crossed the drawbridge leading to the massive square keep.

“Running further in will make it more difficult to escape.” Arthur said as he ran beside Ned.

“We can’t fight all of them.” Ned grunted as he and Arthur ran through a door before he slammed it behind them.

Running through Maegor’s holdfast was bringing back uncomfortable memories for Ned. Memories of Gregor Clegane, his son’s blood and Elia’s scream of anguish and pain. Ned was driven by instinct, running from the sound of armoured boots, blocking every door behind him and Arthur.

After creating a wall of ice to block the last door he and Arthur burst through, Ned ran into a short blonde woman, knocking her to the ground in his haste.

“Prince Stark!?” The young woman spluttered in surprise when she looked up from the floor. Ned recognised her in an instant, she was the princess Myrcella, Cersei’s daughter. Ned and Arthur froze where they stood, unsure of what to do. Should they run? Should they help her? Take her as a hostage? “Why are you-“ Myrcella was cut off when they heard banging from the other side of the door. Ned and Arthur whirled around, weapons raised, ready to kill the men as they broke down the door. “Come with me, if you want to live.” They heard behind them.

Myrcella had opened a door and was gesturing for them to follow her. Ned glanced at Arthur, before they followed her in. They walked into a lavish bedchamber, that Ned imagined belonged to the princess. We must have run all the way to the royal apartments, Ned mused.

“Why are you helping us?” Arthur asked in a low voice as Myrcella closed the door behind them.

“No time.” Myrcella answered as they heard the blocked door in the corridor being broken down. “Hide behind those dividers.” She waved in the direction of some finely painted wooden dividers standing by the wall.

Neither said a word as they quickly hid behind the cover, Ice floated closely behind Ned, hiding behind him. Peaking into the rest of the room through a hole in the divider, to his shock, Ned could see the princess was undressing. Had Ned not been recently running for his life, he might have enjoyed the view.

Once she was fully nude, but for an emerald necklace, she threw her dress over to the other side of the bed, lay down on her back and began to pleasure herself. Ned began to feel certain that he hadn’t escaped and this was all some strange dream he was having as he lay in the Black Cells. Moments after she began moaning softly, four armoured men burst through the door with swords in hand.

Myrcella shrieked and partially covered herself with a blanket. “GET OUT!” She screamed.

“Begging you pardon, princess.” The first man bowed sheepishly, as the men lowered their swords and looked away in embarrassment. “We was chasing some prisoners-“

“AND YOU THINK YOU’LL FIND THEM IN HERE!” She interrupted them, standing from the bed, making the men retreat towards the door. “I BELIEVE I WOULD HAVE NOTICED IF THEY WERE!”

“We’re r-r-really very sorry, p-p-princess.” A second man managed to stammer out.

“Leave now!” Myrcella ordered in a fury, Ned began to question if Robert really hadn’t fathered her. “Or I will tell my mother of this, and she will take your eyes!”

The men beat a hasty and apologetic retreat at the mention of the queen. A moment after they had closed the door, Myrcella let out a small giggle, dropped the blanket and sauntered over to the door, locking it. Then she went to Arthur and Ned’s position behind the dividers.

Ned was reminded of Tyene when he saw Myrcella’s full figured body bared before him. He was still surprised at her apparent lack of shame.

“Well, I’ve certainly never seen that done before.” Arthur laughed as he came out from behind the divider.

“I’ve often found that a confused and embarrassed man is an obedient one.” Myrcella smiled as she shrugged into a robe.

“Why did you help us?” Ned asked. He was certainly grateful for it, but he could not make sense of it.

Myrcella bit her lower lip apprehensively as her elegant fingers played with her gold and emerald necklace. “You could say I felt a certain obligation to…” She removed her necklace, “As your Good-daughter…” before Ned could process her words, her belly began to shimmer and change, as if an illusion had just been dispelled, revealing the bump of her belly.

A babe…

It was then that Ned understood… and sighed heavily.

All Arthur did was bend over and laugh, unhelpfully.

The reason for the princesses lack of attendance at court became clear. Ned was unsure what he was feeling from one moment to the next: Annoyance beyond belief that one or both of his oldest sons had disobeyed his express command, thankful that they had so Myrcella would be willing to help, confusion at how she referred to herself as his good-daughter, irritated that he would then need to get her out of the Red Keep, making it that much harder a task.

Last of all came joy. He was to be a grandsire, but from another woman.

Ned hoped that he would live to see more. He found a jug of wine and didn’t even bother with a glass. It certainly tasted better than anything he’d had recently.

“Which of my sons fathered the babe?” He asked as he turned back to Myrcella, though looking away, as the knowledge that she had lain with his sons ruined his enjoyment at the sight of her.

“Umm… I’m… not sure?”

“So, it was both of my oldest sons you bedded?”

Myrcella blushed and smiled. “Yes…”

“You called yourself my good-daughter…”

“Jon and I married when he took my maidenhead before the heart tree in Winterfell’s godswood.”

Ned grunted in acknowledgment. That ritual technically only counted as a true marriage when there were witnesses to the event. They would have to have been made husband and wife in the sight of Gods and men together.

Ned remembered when he had completed the ritual with Ash and Cat. They had both demanded to be wed to him in the fashion of the old Kings of Winter after Lyanna had told them of it.

Deep in the heart of the wolfswood, he had taken Ash and Cat on-top of a stone table under a massive weirwood tree, as over a hundred people had watched their consummation, cheering. Ned was more than sure they had made Arya and Alyrianne during that ritual.

“Please take me with you…” Myrcella’s words drew Ned from his thoughts. “I think my mother is going to marry me to Theon Greyjoy…”

“Why?” Ned asked.

“I saw them together.” She answered him.

“…You mean?”

“Coupling.” Myrcella seemed revolted by the word. “I saw them in the royal bathhouses. Theon said he wanted me, that he should wed me so he could have us both. My mother agreed…”

“Have no fear princess.” Arthur said. “We’ll take care of you.”

“You are family now, after all.” Ned agreed. “Why did you marry my son?”

Myrcella seemed to light up. “He treated me well. He was charming, intelligent, handsome, kind… He’s nothing like Theon at all.” She laughed. “In the cruel world we live in, I could do much worse for a husband.”

“Like Theon.” Arthur chuckled.

“Exactly!” She paused for a moment. “And I certainly wouldn’t mind hopping into bed with Val and Ygritte again.”

“You will need to be dressed.” Ned told her, moving swiftly on. “Preferably in something that doesn’t make you look a princess, if you have it.”

“I have one question.” Myrcella said, before Ned turned.

“Tell me.”

“They say you said Joffrey wasn’t father’s son…” She said, slowly. “He isn’t, is he? None of us are.”

Ned went from unsure if her should reveal the truth to Myrcella, to very confused. “You know?”

Myrcella nodded, a small tear in her eye. “I think a part of me always did…” There was an awkward pause. “We can discuss this later, if you would prefer.”

Ned’s heart throbbed for the girl, finding out the truth of her parentage was a hard thing for her to bear.“That would probably be best.”

Ned and Arthur went to the other side of the room to give her some privacy to change. Ned peered out of one of her windows, to survey the route to the secret path out of the Red Keep. What he saw instead made his blood run cold. Cersei had told him what they did to his men, seeing it was another matter. Near three dozen heads on spikes lining the dry moat of the holdfast, above them all was the white feathered head of his great eagle, Snowflake.

They must have fished his body out of the blackwater.

“They were mine.” Ned said in a quiet voice. “They were loyal, and they killed them…”

“They didn’t deserve to be quartered like… Criminals…” Arthur said beside him, near equally angry.

“We have to retrieve them-”

“We can’t.” Arthur said, firmly. “We cannot escort the princess, retrieve the heads of our men and escape all together. They would not want us to die for their remains.”

Ned knew he was right, that did not dull the bitter taste in his mouth. “Their names will be etched in stone when we return to Winterfell.” He vowed.

“I’m ready.” They both heard Myrcella behind them. Ned turned to see her dressed as a page, the only thing denoting her class was her golden necklace. He briefly wondered where she had received the disguise from, but decided it did not matter.

“You’ll need to lose the necklace.” Ned told her.

“It’s how I cover my… condition.” Myrcella responded.

“Your clothes are lose enough that no one will be able to tell.” Arthur said. The princess relented and removed her necklace. “I know a passage out of the Red Keep.” She informed them, walking over to a row of sconces on a wall.

“What?” Ned was shocked as Myrcella pulled on the third sconce from the right. He heard a small click from the hearth beside Myrcella, she leaned down and pushed the back of it open, revealing a secret passage.

Perhaps Maegor’s secret passages are not lost after all…

“How did you find that?” Arthur asked in astonishment as he and Ned ducked through the small door in the hearth.

“When I was fourteen, I read in a book that had a sconce being used to open a secret passage.” Myrcella answered as she walked ahead of them down a thin, dark corridor. “I’d heard the rumours of secret passages in the Red Keep. So I searched through all of the rooms in the royal apartments, pulling on every sconce I could find until I found this passageway. Then I demanded that this room became mine.”

“Why did you want a secret passageway to your room?” Ned asked as he treaded carefully behind her, lighting the way with Foesmasher as it glowed blue. Ice still floating behind him.

“I defy any child to not be excited by the prospect of secret passages to places unknown.” She turned with a smile on her face. Ned was reminded that she was a girl of eighteen. “I’ve used it to sneak into the city a few times…”

“It can be dangerous for a girl alone.” Arthur said.

“I’m always careful.” She protested.

“So it’s possible to leave the Red Keep through this passage?” Ned asked Myrcella as she guided them.

“Oh yes.” The princess answered. “We follow this passage to the end, where we’ll find a ladder leading us down.” She explained. “Then it’s three-hundred steps before we turn right, ninety-seven steps before we take a left turn, then another four-hundred until we reach a ladder that will take us into a small stable near the street of silk.”

“That’ll be useful.” Arthur’s voice echoed off the stone walls. “From there we can get to Chataya’s simple enough.”

“If she’s still there.” Ned answered, grimly. If fortune treated them as she had recently, Chataya would have either fled or been arrested. Ned hoped neither had happened.

Myrcella’s measurements had been accurate to the step. She lead them through the cold, damp tunnel with practiced ease. Ned felt it to be very similar to the catacombs beneath Winterfell. He sent off a silent prayer to the Gods, that they would grant them success.

Arthur was the first up the ladder, he lifted the heavy stone grate that separated them from their freedom. In moments all three of them were standing in the empty stables. Ned took deep breaths of the free air, thanking the Gods as he looked up into the night sky. From what they could see, the streets were deserted. Cersei had almost certainly ordered a curfew.

“We have my sword.” Ned nodded to Ice as it floated beside him. “Now for yours.” He told Arthur.

With a command to Foesmasher, Ned threw his hammer into the sky, to find Dawn. The Hammer would seek out the sword and destroy the wards preventing Arthur from calling it.

With a rumble of thunder and a mighty crack of lightning, Ned assumed the hammer had found it’s mark. A notion confirmed by Arthur’s smile. They recalled their weapons together.

“Won’t they follow the sword?” Myrcella asked as all three crept out of the stable.

“It was far enough away that they’d have no idea where it went.” Arthur assured her.

The trio kept to the shadows as they made their way across the hill towards Chataya’s. Even in the dim moonlight, Ned could see the ruined buildings from when his daughters escaped. He had been warging Snowflake at the time, he had seen his and Sansa’s dragons rampaging through the streets, destroying homes in their wake.

A swell of regret bubbled up from within Ned, he squashed it down quickly, however. The destruction was regrettable, but it had saved his daughter’s lives.

“Snowsong certainly didn’t take any prisoners.” Ned heard Arthur say behind him, clearly he had been looking at the ruined structures too.

“That wasn’t Snowsong.” Myrcella piped up. “Somehow Stormbreaker got loose too, he rampaged through the city and broke the Mud Gate on his way out.”

Ned was astounded. “Stormbreaker escaped?” He had seen Robert’s dragon as frail and weak, he couldn’t have imagined it would ever fly again.

“He was last seen flying south.” Myrcella added.

The thought gave Ned some comfort. At least your mount is going home, Robert.

Thankfully no one had seen them when they made their way to the back of Chataya’s establishment. Tall buildings stood imposingly all around them as the trio hid in a back alley. Light was streaming from the brothel windows, as music and laughter came from within.

“Seems Chataya’s is open for business.” Ned said, using magic to open the backdoor of the brothel.

“Let us hope that Chataya is still there.” Arthur followed him in, his hand on Darksister’s pommel.

Ned followed Alayaya’s familiar smell through the corridors and back rooms of the brothel. They came across no one. It was likely they were walking through areas the clientele were not allowed. From the looking glasses, dresses and face paints haphazardly strewn about, Ned gathered that these backrooms were where the workers went to freshen up after a client.

Eventually, they found Alayaya washing herself in a large brass tub. She didn’t even turn when she heard the door open behind her.

“I don’t care how much Lord Argett offers,” She said, dismissively. “He might fuck like a man a third his age, but he’s old enough to be my grandfather. I am not going to marry him.”

“Well I’m certainly glad to hear that.” Ned said as he walked into the room.

“Ned!?” Alayaya sprang up from the water in surprise, stumbled out of the tub and over to Ned, taking him in her arms. She was clearly unashamed by her nudity. “We heard word that you’d been taken prisoner-“

“It’s a long story.” Ned interrupted her, tiredly. “The Lannisters haven’t come here have they? I need to see your mother.”

“Right this way.” Alayaya scampered nudely to the other side of the room, revealing a hidden door that opened to a flight of stairs. She lead them up the narrow staircase, her bouncing, bare behind at Ned’s eye level as they talked. “They haven’t come for us yet, but mother and I were thinking of leaving King’s Landing anyway.”

“It is likely that the queen knows your mother gave me information. If she doesn’t, Varys does. It will not be safe here.” Ned agreed with her. “You would all be welcome in the Winter City.”

“A new city and close proximity to you.” Alayaya laughed. “How could we refuse?”

Eventually they got to the top of the stairs, Alayaya lead them through a door into a large, well decorative room where Chataya sat at a desk, pouring over ledgers as a fire blazed in the hearth in front of her.

“We have visitors, mother.” Alayaya said in a melodic tone.

Chataya looked up from her papers, her face changed from confusion to joy when she saw them. “The Gods are good.” She rose from her chair. “You must tell us all.” She indicated to a group of cushioned chairs sitting in a circle in the centre of the room.

When they were all sat, Ned informed her of everything that had happened, from Cersei’s reveal, to Robert’s death, his imprisonment and subsequent escape.

“You really made off with the princess?” Chataya was astounded.

“Yes.” Myrcella answered for Ned.

The madame slowly nodded, pondering her next words. “It seems we must leave the city.”

“With others.” Ned said. “Robert’s bastard children will not be safe, we must take them with us.” Thoughts of the Mountain and Lorch went through Ned’s mind. “Barra and her mother, Gendry too. Do you know of any others?” He asked Chataya.

“I know others exist, but where? No.” Chataya answered.

“Then we must save who we can.” Ned stated, grimly.

Chataya turned to her daughter, who sat unashamedly nude beside her mother. “Find Lissy and tell her to bring her daughter up here.” She said. “Then find Marei and tell her to go to Tobho Mott’s shop. She must bring his apprentice, Gendry here.”

“She should tell Tobho Mott I sent her.” Ned added. “That I can protect the boy and his siblings from his father’s wife.” Alayaya nodded then left.

It didn’t long for Lissy to arrive, they explained that it was no longer safe for her in King’s Landing and that they would take her away. Chataya took her to another secret room where she could stay for the night.

“I didn’t know you had secret rooms.” Ned told Chataya when she returned, making conversation as they waited.

“These rooms hold an important place in history.” She smiled as she sat down again.

“Oh?” Myrcella asked.

“These are the rooms where Aegor Rivers convinced his brother Daemon to claim his brother’s crown.”

“The Blackfyre rebellion started in this room?” Arthur was surprised.

Ned was incredulous. “I find it difficult to believe that they would have planned to overthrow their king in a brothel.”

“It wasn’t a brothel back then.” Chataya smiled over her wine glass as she took a sip. “This is one of the town houses that the Unworthy gifted Aegor.” They talked more about the Blackfyre rebellions and how Chataya had come into the possession of the brothel.

Eventually, a still naked Alayaya and a woman who Ned thought bore a striking resemblance to Cersei brought in Gendry. From the look on Myrcella’s face, she was thinking the same thing Ned was.

“Lord Hand.” Gendry said as he sleepily bowed when he saw Ned. From the looks of it, he had been woken from a restful sleep before he was dragged across the city.

“I’m not the Hand anymore, Gendry.” Ned said as he rose from his seat and walked over to him. “But I am still a Prince. I will protect you from those who would do you harm. That means you must leave the city.”

“Who would want to hurt me?” Gendry asked, he was young. Older than Arya and Alyrianne, but not quite as old as Sansa, maybe.

It was best to get it done quickly. “Your father was Robert Baratheon.” A stunned silence came over Gendry. “Which is more than I can say for our current king. The Lannisters will want to remove those who have a better claim to the throne. That’s you,” Ned pointed at Gendry “and your father’s other bastards.”

“I… I…”

“Your father was a brother to me.” Ned continued. “I will take you to the Winter City with me, if you agree, and give you a place in my house. If you wish to remain a smith, I’ll have you apprenticed to the finest smiths in the North. If you wish to become a knight, I imagine Ser Arthur Dayne will happily take you on as his squire.” Ned nodded back to Arthur.

“…I… I don’t know…” Gendry said in response. Ned pitied the lad, he’d just been told his whole world was about to change. Giving him time to adjust would be no crime.

“Sleep on it.” Ned advised him, he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Chataya spoke next. “Marei take Gendry and find him a bed. Make sure he’s well looked after.”

The blonde whore, Marei, smiled and touched Gendry’s shoulder. “Come, I will find you a warm bed.” She smiled, leading him from the room.

“Who was that woman’s father?” Myrcella quickly asked after the door had closed. Chataya turned to her in surprise.

“If she has no Lannister blood, then snow’s not cold and wet.” Ned added.

“She was fathered by Tywin Lannister during his tenure as Hand.” Chataya admitted. “As far as I know, they’ve never even seen each other.”

Ned could almost laugh at the prospect of Tywin Lannister having bastards. “Does he have more?”

“I would not doubt it. How ever many there are, he cares not a whit for them.”

“On that note, I think it’s time we all got some rest.” Arthur said, standing from his seat.

“Alayaya, take Ser Arthur and the Princess to some beds.” She turned to Ned. “The Prince can sleep here tonight.” Alayaya giggled and did as she was bid. When they were alone, Chataya shimmied out of her silk dress, before picking it up and leaving it in a large wooden chest. “I’m glad you managed to escape.” She scampered nudely over to Ned, pressing her lips to his.

She walked him backwards towards the bed, pushing him down onto it. Ned helped her remove his shirt and breeches, he’d removed his armour some time ago. Until he sat naked before her.

Chataya’s eyes filled with pity when she gazed at the stump where his left arm had been. “I’m so sorry, Ned.”

“This was not of your doing.” Ned told her, trying to assuage her guilt.

“If I had not sent for you, you would have left King’s Landing a long time ago. Your men would not have died and you would be whole.”

Ned stopped her, pulling her in for a kiss. “You couldn’t have known what would happen.”

“You are kind with your words.” Chataya smiled down at Ned. “Though I think you will need a wash before we go to bed.”

“You’re probably right.” Ned chuckled. After days without washing, Ned imagined the smell wasn’t pleasant.

Chataya drew him a bath in a large brass tub that sat in the corner of the room. She washed him with soapy water and a wet rag, before trimming his beard and washing his hair.

Once Ned no longer looked like he had just spent many days in a dank, dark cell, he rose from the water, taking Chataya with him. He walked back over to the bed and sat down. Chataya set herself down on her knees, between his legs.

For a few moments, Chataya looked at his freshly cleaned and hardening member in awe. Many times had that shaft reduced her to a quivering wreck, and it would do so again. She reached up and her long, dark fingers curled around his base. They didn’t reach the whole way around. Then came her other hand.

Ned hummed lightly as his cock throbbed in Chataya’s grasp. The pressure she was putting on him was a welcome relief, and a teasing promise of the pleasure yet to come. Slowly, she moved her hands up and down the length of Ned’s shaft. Even both her hands together only covered just over half of it.

“I think it’s time you moved on to more… effective techniques.” Ned urged her. “As I fear my lusts might overtake me and I throw you onto the bed so I might have my way with you.”

“That sounds delightful.” Chataya smiled, warmly. She then angled his cock head to her plump lips, laying delicate kisses around it, her hands still pumping his shaft.

The brothel madame’s skill was evident, as she expertly pumped his shaft with her lips sealed around his cock head, sucking gently. Chataya looked up to Ned with her big, dark eyes, while slowly bobbing her mouth up and down his member.

The salacious sounds on her sucking his cock filled the room. Only the first few inches of his cock were taken into her throat to begin with. Ned knew she needed to warm up before taking him fully.

Up and down her head went, the hum of her moans vibrating around Ned’s cock pleasantly. Eventually, she began to speed up. Ned could tell her arousal was heightening and she needed more.

One of Chataya’s hands left his cock and found her cunt lips. The sight of the beautiful woman playing with herself as she sucked his cock nearly made and end of Ned, but he pushed on.

“You look so beautiful with my cock in you mouth.” Ned laughed as he put his hand through her dark, curly tresses.

Chataya’s eyes were wide and watery as she pushed more of his cock into her mouth, taking him deeper down her throat. Ned stroked her head as the familiar sensations of having her tight throat wrapped around his member enveloped him.

Taking a firm grip of Chataya’s hair, Ned began to pull her deeper onto his cock. Her other hand left his cock, so she could steady herself. Ned motioned her head up and down his shaft with swift strokes. The obscene gagging sounds were now echoing throughout the room as Ned used Chataya’s mouth to pleasure himself.

She was his lover, she wanted to bring him satisfaction.

Chataya diligently sucked away as she gagged around his cock. Her lips stretched around him, trying to keep him from spilling free. He didn’t even let her come up for air, his need was so fervent. Chataya needed to make do with panting through her nose.

The combination of the pressure on his cock and the sight of Chataya submitting to him was maddening. Ned had thrust his cock as deep into her mouth as it would go, her lips were sealed around the base of his cock as she struggled for air, when they heard a voice.

“You greedy slut! You started without me!” Ned looked up to see Alayaya standing naked by the door with her hand on her hip. He let go of Chataya and she withdrew from his cock, coughing and spluttering, strands of drool connecting it to her lips.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t have taken so long then.” Ned answered for Chataya, as she was in no position to talk. Alayaya wordlessly smirked, then strutted over to Ned and her mother.

Kneeling next to her mother, Alayaya eagerly took the unattended cock into her mouth, her hands resting on her knees as she sucked him deep. She hummed as she tasted Ned and her mother together. Ned was amazed at her enthusiastic skill as she pushed the cock deep into her mouth with little issue.

She really is more skilled at sucking cock.

“Hmm, I taught her well.” Chataya grinned proudly, when she regained her breath.

Ned could only hum in response as Alayaya expertly swirled her tongue around his cock. She cupped his balls, stroking them with practiced tenderness. After a few minutes of sucking, Chataya pinched one of her daughter’s coal-black nipples.

“Wha-“ Alayaya was interrupted by her mother when Chataya pulled Alayaya into a heated, impassioned embrace.

Ned could only sit back and watch as mother and daughter moaned like whores as they kissed. Their large breasts were pressed against each other as their tongues danced. Both out a hand on his cock, they pumped his shaft quickly as he watched their heated embrace.

After an eternity, their lips parted and they dived onto his cock together. Mother and daughter swapped his cock head between their lips as they pleasured him wantonly. They worked together with great enthusiasm.

At the beginning, Chataya took one side and Alayaya took the other. Both of them sucked along the length of Ned’s throbbing shaft. Their plump lips going up and down the pillar of flesh, occasionally meeting at the tip, where their tongues lavished it together.

Then Alayaya moved to sucking his balls and her mother had the shaft to herself. Then both of their soft mouths attended to his balls, as their hands rubbed along his length. They were a deadly duo, and they used their skills to great effect on Ned.

When he felt his end fast approaching, Ned lifted both women from his cock. Knowing what was about to happen, both women opened their mouths wide, awaiting their reward. Their tongues were out, the breasts were pushed up, their eyes were pleading. They wanted his seed to cover them.

After pumping his shaft for them, he gave them their reward. Rope after rope of Ned’s pearly white seed covered their ebony skin. He aimed most of it into their mouths, yet a large amount of it still covered their faces and breasts.

“Gods, he really plastered you.” Chataya giggled as she looked at her daughter.

“Me?” Alayaya countered. “You should see your face.”

They both rose to their feet and sauntered over to a polished looking glass that stood on a table by the wall. They both cackled at their reflections together, before they set about cleaning up.

They licked and kissed each other’s faces and breasts clean. The sight of the two extraordinarily busty beauties kissing each other made Ned’s skill-hard cock throb.

“Ladies.” Ned coughed. The pair turned towards him and caught sight of his cock.

“That monster’s still hungry.” Chataya bit her lip as she strutted towards him, Alayaya, quickly following.

“Yes he is.” Ned answered as he stood from the bed.

Chataya was the first to get to him, so Ned threw her onto the bed. The mature Summer Islander giggled as she flopped down on her back. Then she moaned as Ned mounted the bed, got between her legs and thrust his manhood inside her. It only went half way in, but Chataya moaned and quivered as if Ned had filled her to capacity. Her wet, silky tunnel clamped down on him, urging his cock further in.

Ned began to fuck her in earnest, speeding up his thrusts in and out, her sopping cunt welcoming him in like a conquering hero. Ned admired the curvy body below him.

Flawless ebony skin, large heavy breasts that stood resolute against the effects of time, standing higher and firmer than most women her age. Her flat stomach and thin waist flowed into wide hips and thick thighs. The dark lips of her womanhood eagerly accepting Ned’s pale cock into their folds.

Ned wanted her to turn over, so he could watch her divine arse bouncing under his thrusts, but that would mean missing her bouncing breasts.

His eye was certainly drawn to their movements. With his one hand, he reached out to grab the soft flesh of her bosom, pinching her black nipples.

“You love my breasts, don’t you?” Chataya gasped as Ned went particularly deep.

“Yes.” Ned grunted in response.

“Then enjoy them!” Chataya cried. “They’re yours!”

Ned leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting tenderly. The combined sensations of Ned pounding her cunt and suckling her breasts evidently became too much for Chataya. Her pleasure built higher and higher towards a dizzying crescendo.

The first cresting of the wave of her pleasure came with the quivering of her cunt as she arched her back beneath Ned, offering herself completely to him. Ned decided to let go of her breast and focus his assault on her cunt alone.

His thrusting became for fervent.

The hammering of his cock at the door to her womb came harder and harder as Chataya thrashed and moaned. Her climax was loud and long. She could do naught but moan in the tongue of the Summer Isles as Ned felt her cunt clench so tight around him, he thought he might pass out.

Wave after wave of her pleasure thundered through her body. Seeing the tremors move her body was a wonderful sight, Ned decided as he chuckled, his thrusts stilled as Chataya recovered from the explosion of pleasure.

“I’ve let you have him to yourself, now you have to share.” Alayaya jumped onto the bed, slinging her expansive thigh over her mother’s head, sitting heavily on Chataya’s face.

“Hmmph huhmm” Chataya’s voice was muffled by her daughter’s cunt.

“What was that, mother?” Alayaya laughed. “I can’t hear you.” She ground her cunt against her mother’s mouth again.

“Are you sitting comfortably?” Ned chuckled as he began to thrust inside Chataya again.

“Yes I am.” Alayaya took her mother’s ankles in her hands and spread them far apart for Ned. “Now fuck that stupid whore!”

Ned did as he was told.

He hammered away at Chataya, taking pleasure in the tight embrace of her cunt. Her large bosom bounced back and forth in time with his thrusts. Alayaya’s own equally impressive set hung resplendently before him as well.

Having recently sampled Chataya’s delights, Ned took pleasure in Alayaya’s as well. He sucked greedily on her nipples when she offered them to him. Just as Ned was diligently pleasuring Chataya, so was she pleasuring Alayaya.

Chataya’s skilful tongue worked it’s magic in Alayaya’s cunt, making the young whore moan and gyrate her hips against Chataya’s mouth. Eventually, she pulled Ned up from her breasts to kiss her. Ned held her head in place as their tongues battled for dominance, as he ploughed her mother.

As their lips parted, Ned placed his hand around her throat, squeezing hard. Alayaya was clearly shocked when she put her hands on his arm, but Ned did not let go. He could tell he was getting close, from the feel of it, both the other women were the same.

Soon enough, with Alayaya choking as her eyes rolled back into her head. She came to a breathless climax, voicelessly screaming as she drowned in pleasure, before she fell beside her mother on the bed.

After Alayaya’s end came Chataya’s. A clenching climax so powerful that it brought about Ned’s own end. With a heavy grunt and a deep thrust, he filled Chataya to the brim with his seed.

With a grunt, Ned left the bed and walked over to a pitcher of water on the table. He raised it to his lips and drank deeply. When he was replenished, Ned turned back to the bed, he saw Alayaya had moved on top of her mother. From the sounds, they were locked in a heated embrace.

Ned walked over to them again, Alayaya’s massive, completely exposed arse made a very tempting target. He knelt behind her on the bed, in spite of their earlier efforts, Ned was still rock hard.

He lined up his cock with Alayaya’s cunt and thrust the whole way in, in one smooth motion. She had one of the tightest cunts Ned had ever fucked.

“Gods!” She moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion.

“Your mother’s had her turn.” Ned sighed, pressing deeper into her. “Now it’s yours.”

“Fuck her, Ned.” Chataya’s hands gripped her daughter’s hips, pushing them back into Ned. “Fuck her with your big, northern, cock!”

“Yes!” Alayaya emphatically agreed. “Fuck your Summer Islander whores.”

“As you command.” Ned chuckled as he pulled back by a few inches, then surged forth. He pulled back then thrust, then pulled back, then thrust again. Alayaya’s thighs were shaking as Ned eased in and out of her.

“I think she can take more than this.” Chataya laughed as she stroked her fingers along Alayaya’s curvy body, so much like her own. Alayaya only moaned and nodded her head. So Ned fucked her harder, her melodic tones echoing higher and higher.

The speed of Ned thrusts picked up, soon enough the clapping of his hips against her meaty arse cheeks could no doubt be heard all over the brothel. Chataya clung to her daughter as Ned fucked her savagely.

Ned rained down blow after blow on Alayaya’s arse, making it wobble and shake pleasantly as she came apart under the pleasure and pain. He drove his cock deep into the whore’s womanhood, roughly, unrelentingly.

Again and again.

Alayaya could only shriek and scream in surrender, submitting to Ned as he used her body for his pleasure. Through one climax, then another, she moaned and cried, succumbing to a whirlwind of wanton lust and desire. She begged him to fuck her harder, to fuck her mother, to breed them both. Only silenced by her mother’s lips as Ned pushed her down and ploughed her with all his might.

Alayaya could only pant under him, the abundant flesh of her arse cheeks rippling from the force of his movements. All strength had left her some time ago. The only thing holding her up was Chataya.

The long expanse of her flawless back shone with the sweat of her exertion, reflecting the candle light. Ned kept a brutally savage pace as he rammed into her cunt, every inch of it squeezing, and massaging, and begging him to stay there, to give her his seed.

After a dozen more thrusts, he did just that. A torrent of seed, the likes of which her cunt had likely never seen from another man, flooded into her. Ned continued to ravage her through his climax, thrusting into her, pushing his seed deep, before eventually withdrawing.

There was silence in the room for a few moments, only broken by the sounds of moans coming from the room below them. Something not entirely uncommon in a brothel at night, but there was something familiar about them.

“Is that Marei?” Ned asked as he lay in the bed, having fallen there beside the mother and daughter duo.

Alayaya listened for a moment before confirming. “Yes.”

Chataya started laughing softly. “Well… I did tell her to make sure Gendry was well looked after.” Alayaya and Ned joined her in laughter.

A Lannister bastard and a Baratheon bastard… They were a paler imitation of Robert and Cersei. Though hopefully a happier one, Ned thought.

After Alayaya recovered, they moved to a new position. Chataya and Alayaya were on their hands and knees on the bed, side by side. Ned alternated between fucking one, then the other. Both offered their arses to Ned and he took them willingly.

They went through a number of other positions, but ended the night with Ned and Alayaya taking both of Chataya’s holes together. Ned filling her cunt, while Alayaya took Chataya’s behind wearing a mummer’s cock with a harness.

***

Ned awoke the next morning to Chataya informing him that she’d arranged passage for them out of the city. They would go in three groups on separate ships so it would be less likely for them all to be caught. He had offered Chataya the ownership of one of the brothels House Stark owned in the Winter City. The notion that he owned brothels had certainly surprised Chataya.

Lemore and Cat had convinced him to buy them. It had been Lemore’s idea to buy the brothels and run them well, to make sure the women who worked in there were not exploited. Even to provide them with a means to stop being whores, should they choose it. They were given better medical care and more worker safety.

The idea had certainly been a remarkable success. The whores were happier, so the clients were happier. They paid more and more for the women’s company, so the brothels became a very valuable investment for Ned.

He had explained as much to Chataya, who accepted his offer graciously. Then she had roused him from the bed and brought him to the others, where she explained their plans for departure.

Chataya would take Myrcella, Lissy, Barra and half the whores on a ship called the Walrus that was bound for Lys. From there, they would take a ship headed for the Great Canal. Alayaya would then take Gendry and the other half of the whores with her on a ship bound for Braavos, but the captain was a regular customer of Alayaya, so had agreed to make a detour to White Harbour first.

Ned and Arthur would go alone on the final ship, only taking their weapons in a trunk with them, their Uru would travel distributed between the other two groups. The third ship was called the Dawn Chaserand was headed for Dorne, from there it would be a simple thing to get a ship North. All three of the ships were leaving that night.

***

When night came, Ned and Arthur were smuggled into a large wooden crate and carried onto the Dornish Galley. The Dawn Chaserwas apparently the first ship to leave the docks so Ned had left the others in Chataya’s capable care. He had given her and Alayaya copies of a letter to his wives and sons if they got to them before he did, telling them what had happened.

There were only two small holes in the box, Ned had one and Arthur had the other. Through them, they peered out onto the deck of the ship as the crew worked around them. It had been decided that Ned and Arthur would get out of the crate when King’s Landing slid over the horizon. So all they had to do was wait, as the ship left dock.

“We should talk to Doran when we get to Dorne.” Ned heard Arthur say. “You are his good-brother and Mellario has more than a passing fondness for you. Dorne could be a powerful ally.”

“Yes.” Ned agreed. “I ordered the canal to be sealed, the Lannister ships that use it would have to sail around Dorne’s coasts.”

Arthur chuckled. “Leaving them open and vulnerable should Doran wish to become a trifle richer.”

“You think he would accept the proposal?”

“I think he’d accept a good deal more than that, if you asked him.” Arthur laughed. It was true, and somewhat strange, Ned thought. That a man he had been cuckolding for twenty years would be such a good friend of his. “But I would advise we have a proper understanding of the map before we make our move.”

“Yes…” Ned agreed. “We’ll be sailing south for some time. I think we’ve both earned a rest.”

Soon enough, men came to open up the crate Ned and Arthur sat in. The captain was a tall, thin Dornishman with sandy hair. He was all too happy to help Ned and Arthur against the Lannisters, even giving them his own cabin to rest in, and rest they did.

***

“Ned! Ned!”

Ned was having a very pleasant dream involving his wives in the pools of Winterfell when Arthur shook him awake. The instant he opened his eyes, he knew there was something wrong. There was a crash of lightning and the ship lurched to one side. Arthur held on to the wall to stay upright.

“Wha-?”

“We’ve hit a storm!” Arthur shouted. “The ship’s going down!”

Ned was only in his undershirt and breeches when he leaped from the bed and ran onto deck with Foesmasher in hand. He held it aloft, hoping, praying.

The rain was falling so fast and heavy Ned couldn’t hold his eyes open. The only light came from the mast as it burned from a lightning strike. Waves battered at the hull like an angry bull as the wind tore the sails.

“Can you stop it?” Arthur asked, holding on to some rigging as the crew ran around them, panicking.

“I don’t know how!” Ned admitted in defeat. There had been practically no time to practice with the hammer. He did not even know how to summon a storm, much less dispel one. There was a mighty groan from the ship as the hull warped under the force of the waves.

“We can’t stay here!” Arthur shouted over the rain.

Ned looked around at the crew, some were trying to put the fire out while others tried to catch the torn sail. The Dornish captain was bellowing orders as he stood at the wheel. He could not save them all. A great wave came over the side, knocking near a dozen men over the side.

Ned went close to Arthur. “I can save us.” He said in his ear. “We’ll need to jump. I can make a ball of ice to protect us. We’ll float until the storm clears.”

“Then?”

“This ship is sinking, tell me if you have a better idea.” Arthur had none.

They found a length of rope to tie themselves together then they both stood on the edge of the ship, holding hands as the wind tore about them. Taking deep breaths, they jumped into the broiling mass of the sea, praying to every god they knew.

The wind was completely knocked out of Ned as he hit the water, quickly he felt he blood turn cold and he froze the water around him and Arthur into a two foot thick ball of ice with the same amount of room a small cabin gave them. Ned forced the water out through small holes he made in the top as it rose to the surface. Finally, they could both breath again, standing in a ball of ice.

The ice gave them a distorted view of the ship as it was broken apart by the waves. Neither said a word as they both sat, waiting for the storm to pass, bracing themselves as the waves tossed the ice ball around. All they could hear was the wind and the sound of their panting.

After the storm passed and the dawn came, the sea was completely still, with not a breath of wind in the air. Ned melted the top of the ice ball, forming a more comfortable boat for the two of them.

“Becalmed.” Arthur said as they sat in their boat together.

Ned knew it to be true. “I can make us water.” He told Arthur. “We’ll have to wait until the wind returns. With luck, we’ll be blown to land.”

“What land?”

Ned looked around, blue as far as the eye could see. Not a cloud in the sky, nor a wave in the sea. A great blue void where the sea and sky became one. Ned and Arthur might have been the last people in existence and they wouldn’t know it.

“The wind will come.” Ned said. “It’ll come.”

They floated for days. When night came, they would lie back and gaze up at the majesty of the heavens. A vast dark void full of bright stars. As good a sight as any to die seeing. On the eighth day of the sun beating down on them, their skin was red and dry, their lips cracked.

“Do you see that?” Ned heard Arthur croak as he gazed up at the empty sky.

“You’re probably imagining it.” He answered. Days of the heat and sun with no cover had meant they started to see things that weren’t there.

“No.” Arthur grabbed Ned’s arm. “Look!” Ned strained his eyes as he looked where Arthur was pointing, out towards the shimmering horizon.

“Is that an island?”