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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Catelyn_Stark/Ned_Stark, Alayne(OC)/Ned_Stark, Alayne(OC)/Summer,
      Ygritte/Shaggydog, Tyrion_Lannister/Nymeria, Ned_Stark/Lady, Arya_Stark/
      Daenerys_Targaryen, Catelyn_Stark/Myrcella_Baratheon/Hodor, Ned_Stark/
      Ygritte, Tyrion_Lannister/Alayne(OC), Cersei_Lannister/Tyrion_Lannister,
      Joffrey_Baratheon/Cersei_Lannister/Robb_Stark, Tyrion_Lannister/Daenerys
      Targaryen, Tommen_Baratheon/Margaery_Tyrell/Sansa_Stark, Myrcella
      Baratheon/Tyrion_Lannister/Arya_Stark, Jon_Snow/Arya_Stark/Daenerys
      Targaryen, Cersei_Lannister/Illyrio_Mopatis, Cersei_Lannister/Many
  Character:
      Ned_Stark, Catelyn_Tully_Stark, Ygritte, Alayne(OC), Summer_(ASoIaF),
      Shaggydog, Nymeria, Lady_(ASoIaF), Tyrion_Lannister, Arya_Stark, Myrcella
      Baratheon, Daenerys_Targaryen, Hodor, Cersei_Lannister, Tommen_Baratheon,
      Margaery_Tyrell, Sansa_Stark, Jon_Snow, Illyrio_Mopatis
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Strap-Ons, Parent/Child_Incest, Dubious_Consent, Incest
  Series:
      Part 3 of The_Adventures_of_Tyrion
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-07 Completed: 2015-08-19 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 24252
****** Lord Tyrion ******
by wnelson001
Notes
     Story written in conjunction with Renallie from HF
***** Chapter 1 *****
Winterfel. It was a sight for sore eyes, tall, proud, beautiful in its simple,
yet elegant design, its tall towers reaching high over the surrounding rolling
foothills, its walls crowned with fierce battlements. From every tower and
every building flew the Stark banner, proud and strong, the direwolf emblazoned
upon the field of grey. Ned drew a deep breath, and glanced back over his small
column. Jory and the rest of his guard made up the vanguard, in the middle a
supply wagon, being driven by a lean man that looked to be a headsman, but was
in truth, the cook. Behind the wagon, his two “prizes” from the north; the girl
from Mole Town was dressed still in a simple linen dress, but he had given her
one of his thick cloaks for warmth, though it swallowed her small frame. She
had it drawn around her, and looked at the sprawling keep as it appeared before
her, eyes wide. Her name, he had discovered, was Alayne, and she was, in truth,
younger than his oldest daughter, Sansa, by about a year. She saw him looking
at her, and smiled broadly. She was a true beauty, a rare gem, a rose
surrounded by thorns... next to her, however, rode Ygritte, the wildling girl
he had claimed, that had sworn herself to him. Her fiery red hair was visible
from a mile away, and she still wore her skins and leathers that she had when
he had found her. He had plans on changing that, once she was in the castle,
but when he had told her as much, she had merely smirked at him, and wished him
luck getting her into “one o' them fancy silk dresses.” And, bringing up the
rear was another group of soldiers, about ten in total, grey streamers hanging
from their lances.
“Home, lads,” Ned called out to them, and gestured to Winterfel in the near
distance. “Tonight, a feast. Wine. Warm beds for all.”
There was cheering and celebration throughout the column, and they upped their
pace, in a hurry to be home, out of the cold. From Winterfel south, there were
keeps and lodging available every so often, but from Winterfel north, only the
occasional village and small inn. The journey had been conducted quickly,
efficiently, and uneventfully. Ned wasn't so sure he was happy about the last
part... even with the two girls in tow, he had been without the touch of either
one since the Wall itself, and his cock ached with the need for new release.
The column hurried across the hills, curling around the taller ones, and by the
time the sun was just starting to drop low in the sky, they were riding through
the gates. Ned spotted his wife first, standing in the entryway to the hall,
waiting to welcome her husband and Lord of Winterfel home. He swung down from
the saddle, and stepped up before her. She smiled at him, a coy, secretive
smile as she took in the two girls following him, and he swept her up in an
embrace as he headed it, literally picking her up and carrying her within,
Ygritte and Alayne following along, sharing a secret look between the two of
them.
Ned headed straight through the hall, and to his personal chambers, setting his
wife down along the way. As Jory and the guard swept through the keep, the rest
of the soldiers and column falling to unloading and unpacking, he closed the
doors behind the four of them with a stern look to Jory himself, who nodded his
understanding, and advised the House Guard to keep anyone from disturbing Lord
Stark until further notice.
“And who are these girls?” Catelyn asked as Alayne and Ygirtte stood, a little
awkwardly, in the middle of the room. Ned smiled, and unclasped his heavy
cloak, tossing it over an armchair, then stepped behind Alayne, reaching around
her slender body to undo her cloak, and tossed it to join his own.
“This is Alayne. She was in need of... well. A more stable, healthy lifestyle.
She helped me through a couple cold nights at the Wall.”
Alayne dropped into a rough curtsy, murmuring “Milady,” but Catelyn caught her
before she completed it and pulled her upright. “No need for that here, my
dear. You're part of the Stark House, now.” Then she leaned forward, and gently
kissed the surprised girl's lips. “Welcome.”
Alayne flushed, and glanced at Ned, who merely smiled.
Catelyn smiled at her, and stroked her cheek with her thumb, then turned her
attention to Ygritte. “And this is...?”
“Ygritte,” she answered for herself, and glanced back at Ned as well. “I'm
ah... from beyond the Wall.”
Catelyn's eyes widened. “You're a wildling?”
“Was,” Ned corrected. “Benjen and I went on a ranging, to find where the
Wildlings had gone. I captured her, and in doing so, convinced her to swear
herself to me. She's as loyal as she is fierce, and takes her vow very
seriously. I trust her not to break it within the walls of Winterfel.” He laid
a hand on her shoulder, and Catelyn noticed the adoring look she gave him as he
continued to direct his attention towards Catelyn.
“Speaking of which, we did find them, and it's a very good thing that Joffrey
sent those men to the Wall. The Wildlings are massing for an attack on the
Wall, to come south. They've raised a new King Beyond the Wall to do so.”
Catelyn frowned. “That doesn't sound very good.”
Ned shook his head. “It isn't, but we've good timing. They move slow; there's a
great many of them. Women, children, beasts, everything. They're all coming at
Castle Black. I'll have time to call the banners, and march north.”
Catelyn didn't let her frown slip, and instead stepped forward, taking
Ygritte's face in both of her hands. “I know you swore an oath to my husband,
and I thank you and respect you for that. For my own piece of mind, I would ask
you to swear an oath to me, as well.”
Ygritte's eyes narrowed, but she didn't jerk away. “What do ye want from me?”
“An oath that if it comes to battle, and to fighting, that you will fight at
his side. That you will do everything you can to keep him safe, and bring him
back home to me. To us all.”
Ygritte was silent for a long moment, then she gave a nod. “I can do that.”
“Swear it,” Catelyn insisted.
“I swear, on me honor and word, that I will fight at Stark's side, no matter
against what foe, and bring 'im back.” Then she surprised them all by reaching
up, taking Catelyn by the shoulders, and pulling them together, kissing her
fully. Ned watched with his cock stirring in his pants as Catelyn's mouth came
open under the wildling's girls, and saw a flash of tongue as Ygritte slid it
into his wife's mouth. Several moments later the two parted, Catelyn slightly
breathless, and Ygritte grinning fiercely. “I also swear to give ye the fuck o'
yer life.”
Catelyn smiled, and gently stepped back, out of Ygritte's gasp. “Actually, I
can swear to give that to you, as often as you want it. Am I wrong in assuming
you've already made such promises to my husband?” She looked at Alayne. “Both
of you?”
Both girls shook their head. “We've lain with him,” Alayne said softly. “He is
a very... thorough lover.” Her cheeks heated.
Catelyn beamed. “That he is. But, I have something else for you. Something...
more. A welcome home gift to my husband, and an initiation to the Stark
family.”
“Lord Stark's cock not enough?” Ygritte asked bluntly.
“I promise, you'll enjoy it.” Catelyn's eyes sparkled. “I know I did.” She
turned, and opened the door into the adjoining room where her maid stood
waiting. She was wearing a much different gown than she had been when Ned had
left, he noticed immediately. The top was low cut, showing off her generous
chest, and form fitting down to her hips before it flared into a skirt that
barely came to mid thigh. She was wearing woolen grey stalkings to cover her
legs from the chill, but still seeing their shape so boldly displayed was both
arousing and shocking.
“Cat?” Ned asked, looking back to his wife.
“While you were away, I found out my maid here was quite adventorous. We've
been keeping one another company, while you were gone. And the wolves.” She
whistled, and from the other room two large shapes rose to their feet and
padded into the room, calm and controlled, but still bristling with danger and
deadly intent. “Summer and Shaggy are very, very good wolves,” Cat continued,
stepping between them, and laying a hand on each of their great heads. She
glanced at Alayne, who's eyes were wide with both fear and a curious longing to
reach out and touch the direwolves. “Alayne, come, meet Summer.” She stroked
one of the wolves behind his ears, as Alayne slowly approached, holding out her
hand. Summer sniffed her outstretched fingers, then licked her hand, making her
giggle as he nuzzled her hand, lifting it on top of his head for a scratch and
pet. “And Ygritte, this is Shaggy.” Ygritte was a bit quicker with her
approach, also holding out her hand. Shaggy looked at her warily, then sniffed
her fingers, then stalked around her, sniffing her feet and her furs, before
circling back in front of her and sitting, studying her closely.
Ned walked around the group, and sat on the edge of his bed, unlacing his boots
as he watched the scene unfold before him.
“To be a part of the Stark household, you're going to need to understand
something very important,” Cat said seriously to both of the girls, resting a
hand on both wolves' heads. “We are all direwolves, within, and you will learn
how to submit to them.”
Summer stepped forward, nuzzling into Alayne's middle, lowering his head and
pushing her back. She staggered backwards, eyes wide, as the wolf expertly
moved her to the center of the room, then walked around behind her, and jumped
up on her shoulders, pulling her downwards with his paws on her shoulders. She
slumped to her knees, then fell forwards, onto her hands, surprised to find
herself in such a position with such a beast looming over her back. Summer
stepped back, and she felt his cold nose touch her calf, lifting her thin
dress, sliding under it, pushing it up to her knees. She gasped again as he
nudged her legs apart a couple of inches, and pushed her dress up higher,
tugging on it insistently when it caught under her knees.
“You should help him out,” Cat said, smiling, sitting next to her husband, who
put an arm around her, watching intently.
Alayne blinked up at them, then lifted one leg, reaching down with one hand
while balancing on the other two limbs to pull her dress up and out from under
her knees, then switched, pulling her dress out from under the other.
“Take if off,” Ned said slightly. “Show us your body... your young, amazing,
body.”
She straightened up, and pulled her dress off over her head in a practiced,
smooth motion. She was wearing only a thin pair of white linen smallclothes
underneath, and pulled them down to her knees. She was smooth and bare, not a
hair on her small body, her waist narrow, her breasts small, but there, her
nipples already hard, sticking up on her perky little breasts.
Summer nudged her back, pushing her back onto her hands and knees, and she
gasped as she felt his nose run up the back of her thigh, then he licked her
inner thigh, then... she shuddered as the wolf's rough tongue slid across her
little slit, and spread her legs a touch more, as much as her small clothes
wrapped around her knees would allow. Summer buried his snout in her sex, his
tongue curling within her small hole, darting in and out quickly, stimulating
her quickly and making her gasp and moan.
“Ygritte... undress,” Cat said softly.
The wildling girl tore her eyes away from the wolf licking the younger girl,
and then smiled faintly, and stripped out of her clothing rapidly, undoing the
ties and dropping her breeches, then her coat, stepping out of the pile of
clothing, she moved so she was facing Alayne, and dropped to her hands and
knees as well. Shaggy rose and moved behind her, licking her full bottom. Ned
stared at her rounded bottom for a long moment, having almost forgotten the
glory that was her ass, and felt a small surge of jealousy of the wolf as it
licked up and down her sex, pausing at her behind and working his tongue into
her small hole there, making Ygritte's eyes go wide as he did so.
Cat leaned over, placing her hand on Ned's lap, feeling his cock harden under
her palm as the wolves licked both girls to readiness.
Summer was the first to mount, walking over Alayne's small body. His cock was
red and heavy under him as he lowered his hips, rubbing it over her bottom. She
arched her back up, and reached back under her, gripping it, moving it to her
slit. Once the tip was in place, Summer growled slightly and humped forward,
driving his canine cock into her to the hilt in one swift thrust. She moaned
loudly as he filled her tiny little pussy, and Summer didn't hesitate or hold
back a second, moving with the canine speed and strength that only they had,
slamming his cock into her over and over.
Shaggy moved over Ygritte, and she did the same, reaching back between her
spread thighs to line up his cock with her wet entrance, and he pushed into
her, his hips jarring into hers, making her bottom bounce and jiggle. She
moaned, and leaned forward on her elbows, pushing her bottom higher, allowing
the wolf to pierce into her more deeply.
Cat rubbed Ned's cock, and deftly undid his laces, pulling it free of its
confines. It jutted towards the ceiling, hard as stone as her small hand
wrapped around it, gently stroking. He pulled her gown up her legs, and she
dutifully spread them for her husband as his hand slid between them, cupping
her sex. He found her bare sex, and arched an eyebrow at her. She merely
smiled, and then moaned as his finger penetrated into her wet pussy. She was
soaked already, and his finger slid in all the way. Her maid, still in the
room, moved around before them, and dropped to her knees before the lord and
his lady.
“Milady, may I?” she asked, placing her hands gently on her knees.
Cat glanced at Ned in askance, and he gently removed his finger, raising it to
her mouth. She sucked it into her mouth quickly, sucking and licking it clean
of her own wetness, and he gave a small nod. Cat scooted forward to the edge,
spreading her legs more widely, and the maid dipped down, giving her a long
lick.
Alayne cried out as she came, Summer still humping her madly, panting as he
thrust his cock hard into the tight human girl beneath him over and over,
pushing harder and harder as his knot began to swell, trying to force it into
her, but her body was too small and tight for it to do so, so instead it mashed
against her clit with every thrust, making her cum again as he howled and
squeezed her with his front legs, pulling her back into him as the wolf came,
his canine cum filling her insides and running down her thighs in thick streams
as it poured out of her. She sagged low as the wolf gently pulled back, and
moved to the side.
Shaggy pounded into Ygritte harder, making the wildling girl cry out as she
came, reaching out, she grabbed Alayne's face and pulled her closer, kissing
her, thrusting her tongue in the younger girl's mouth, making her moan as she
explored her warm mouth, curling her tongue within her oral cavity, caressing
hers.
Ned slipped off the bed, and stepped over behind Alayne, dropping to his knees
behind her, and carressing her bottom, rubbing his fingers through her wet
slit, gathering some of the doggy cum and her own juices on his fingers and
rubbing it into her bottom, pushing two fingers into her, making her moan
again. He pushed her legs together, and fingered her deep and fast, working the
lubrication into her. Then he pulled his fingers out, and pushed the head of
his cock into her ass, pausing only a moment to spread his legs for leverage,
then he pushed into her hot, tight little ass fully, bottoming out in a single
thrust.
Alayne cried out, and Catelyn, watching from her spot on the bed with her maid
between her spread legs, moaned with her, spreading her legs wider, gripping
the maid's hair with both hands and pulling her in closer, moving her hips up
and down, grinding into the maid's mouth.
Ned held Alayne still as he marveled in the feeling of her tight little bottom
wrapped around his cock, watching Ygritte kiss her again, moaning into her
mouth as Shaggy fucked her harder yet, slamming his knot into her tight pussy,
pushing her forward and placing a paw on her back, pushing her lower. She
pulled Alayne's torso down in turn, still kissing her hard as Shaggy's hips
vibrated above her raised bottom, his cock hammering against her cervix as he
fucked her.
Catelyn moaned as Ned began to move, dragging his cock out of Alayne's bottom,
pushing her cheeks apart with both hands, then pausing to wipe more of her
juice and cum across her hole, then pushing in again, groaning as he was re-
sheathed in her hot, tight little ass. Shaggy looked up at him, making direct
eye contact, and Ned gave the wolf a grin as he began to fuck Alayne, spreading
her cheeks apart with both hands, and driving his cock into her over and over,
making her gasp and moan into Ygritte's mouth.
Ygritte finally had to pull away as she cried out in with her orgasm, and
Shaggy howled, pushing his doggy cock into her as deep as he could as he came
within her, filling her pussy to overflowing, his knot locking it inside of
her. It squeezed through her cervix, into her womb, filling her to the brim
with his hot cum. She collapsed under the wolf, and Shaggy carefully laid over
her, knotted to her and unable to leave, but intelligent and understanding of
the female's frailty under him.
Alayne arched her back, pushing into Ned's cock harder as he bucked into her,
his own orgasm rapidly approaching. It had been a long trek from the Wall to
Winterfel without a single orgasm, and he was ready to fill her to bursting.
Catelyn cried out as her maid drove her to orgasm, and wrapped her legs tightly
around the girl, pulling up her dress, showing off her bare bottom to Ned. Ned
could just make out the line of her mound from behind as she bent forward, legs
slightly spread. It was just enough visual stimulation compiled with everything
else, and he thrust into Alayne as hard as he could, making her cry out as she
came again, and emptied himself within her.
Through the haze of his orgasmic bliss, he could just make out Alayne panting
and moaning, writhing under him as she felt his hot cum fill her bottom, “Oh
Gods yes, fill me, give me all your cum,” she moaned, pushing back into him
harder, reaching down to roll her small clit between her fingers, heightening
her own orgasm, her body clenching around him...
He fell backwards, pulling her with him, and sat, with her sitting in his lap,
his cock still buried up her backside. She giggled, and twisted her head around
to kiss him while he struggled to catch his breath for a long moment.
When at last he was able to breathe normally, he glanced up to Cat, who was
sitting next to her maid, holding her hand gently, watching him and Alayne. She
was smiling, and glanced to Ygritte.
“Welcome, girls, to the Stark House.”
Alayne giggled. “I think I'm really going to love it here.”
“You are,” Ned promised, nipping her neck, his cock twitching in her bottom,
making her wiggle slightly against him. “I promise it.”
A soft knock came at the door, then Jory poked his head in. His face showed no
surprise at the scene that greeted him; it was one he was rapidly becoming used
to, and even, on occasion, when they had traveled back to Winterfel from King's
Landing, even been able to partake in. “Apologies, Lord Stark, but there's
something urgent that requires your attention.”
“What is it, Jory?” Ned asked, not even annoyed in the slightest. He gently
stroked Alayne's thighs, and felt her body clench around his cock. It twitched
within her again, trying to rise to life again.
“My lord... Lord Tyrion is here. With your daughter, Arya, and Princess
Myrcella, and... well, my lord... you best come see for yourself.”
Ned froze, and then gently lifted Alayne off of him. “Stay here, get cleaned
up, all of you. I'll go greet them, and see what this is about.” He pulled on
his pants again, wondering just what in the seven hells the dwarf wanted now...
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
The courtyard was darkening with long shadows, torches and lamps casting
flickering orange glows across the coach's side as it rolled to a stop. Ned
stepped out of the great hall, throwing his cloak around his shoulders to keep
the chill away, and stepped over as the door swung open, and Tyrion lightly
hopped out, glancing around, then meeting Ned's eyes with a smile.
“Greetings, Lord Stark.”
“Lord Lannister. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Ned asked, impatient to find
out what this was about, and eager to return to his girls in his chamber.
Tyrion smiled, and turned to give Arya a hand down. She beamed upon seeing her
father, and rushed to him, giving a firm, hard embrace. “Father. It's good to
see you.”
Ned bent, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Arya. You are well?”
She nodded, still smiling, and turned as Tyrion gave Myrcella a hand down as
well. Ned bowed his head respectfully to her, and she smiled gracefully, as
Tyrion helped a third girl, covered in a brown, non-descript cloak out of the
coach, with her hood pulled up, shadowing her face so all he could see was her
pale chin, and full lips.
Ned went to ask who she was, but Tyrion shot him a very pointed look, holding
the slim girl's hand. She was barely any taller than Tyrion himself, of a
height with Arya, but appeared older and more... graceful, even in the plain
cloak. Two servants pulled a blanket-covered cage out next, and set it on the
ground carefully, and stepped away. Tyrion, still clasping the girl's hand,
stepped closer to Ned. “May we speak... in private, Lord Stark?”
Ned glanced around the courtyard, then gave a curt nod, squeezing Arya's
shoulder as he turned and lead the way into the Hall. “Jory, clear the area. We
must hold council.”
Jory shouted the orders, and the few people within quickly scattered as Tyrion
motioned to the cage, and the servants picked it up, following Ned within. They
set it upon one of the long tables, and hurried out. Jory waited until the last
person was out, then shut the doors with some finality, standing guard himself
on the other side. Arya and Myrcella sat next to one another, near the cage, as
Ned and Tyrion faced one another in the aisle.
“Sit, my dear,” Tyrion said softly to the third girl, and she went to join the
other two, laying one hand protectively on the side of the cage. Then he turned
his attention to Ned, and drew a deep breath. “I know your tendencies lean
towards impatience with trivial matters, so I will cut through them, and get
straight to the important bits.”
Ned nodded. “I appreciate it.”
Tyrion smiled, thinly. “I want to first tell you, that I have no intentions
whatsoever of doing anything to endanger what we have created. The alliance
between our Houses must remain strong, which is why I came directly to you,
rather than send you a raven with the news. I also have no intentions of ever
harming either of your daughters, or putting them in harm's way. But I must ask
you, first, do you feel the same about our alliance?”
Ned remained silent for a moment, pondering. What the alliance secured for all
seven kingdoms could not be overstated in its importance; the security of the
largest houses the realm had bound together was a formidable, and had
intimidating strength of arms and gold to back it. To break the alliance would
be to shatter the peace that kept them all together. “The alliance is vital,”
he stated at last. “Without it, the realm would be thrown into another war.”
Tyrion smiled, relief evident on his face. “I'm glad to know we're of one mind
on this, Stark. Because what I'm about to tell you, if it does not have your
support, could very well lead to a very bloody and trying time for all of us.
Joffrey is no true king, as you and I both know. He is not even a good king.
The House of Baratheon is falling apart; Renly has made public his rather...
questionable sexual preferences and has renounced his family name, which leaves
only Stannis as a determining factor in their strength. At Dragonstone, with
his two-score men-at-arms, he poses no serious threat. I have it on very good
authority that House Tyrell will very soon be entering into the Stark-Lannister
alliance, which will bolster our strength considerably, leaving only Dorne as a
possible threat to the security of the land, and their long-standing allegiance
to House Targaryen will be... most useful, soon.”
“The Targaryens are gone,” Ned said flatly. “Tyrell is formidable, surely.
Dorne cares only for Dorne, and rarely for the politics of the other kingdoms.
Why would they care who sits on the throne, as long as they are left to do as
they do?”
“They're not... entirely... gone,” Tyrion said slowly, and motioned at the
third girl, who rose, and then slowly pulled off her hood.
Ned gasped, his hand shooting towards the sword that wasn't at his waist before
he was even aware of his actions. The girl standing before him, with her pure
silver hair and brilliant amethyst eyes was the image of all Targaryens, their
ideal of perfect. She represented and embodied everything that they ever held
in high esteem. “You... they're back?”
“This is Daenerys Targaryen, last of her line, Stormborn, and rightful and true
Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,” Tyrion said. “And, there is more.” He gestured
again, and she pulled the blanket off of the cage, revealing three, small,
sleeping dragons curled about one another within.
Ned hit his knees. “Dragons. In Winterfel.”
Tyrion watched him closely. “Dragons, yes. Mine, and Daenerys. We will protect
and shelter them, as they are the proof to her heritage, and proof to her
bloodline. She is the true Targaryen, the one meant to be on the throne.”
“Joffrey is on the throne. My daughter... surely, you don't mean to declare war
on the Baratheons, and my daughter?”
“No! Never. Sansa is a smart girl. She knows what Joffrey is and has been
learning how to manipulate him, but Joffrey is ever-more obsessed with only his
own mother. Sansa and Margaery of House Tyrell have begun their alliance
already. Margaery will wed Tommen, and Sansa will remove Joffrey. When she
does, she will have the throne, and it will be her choice whom to pass it to.
Tommen, or... Daenerys. We reinstate the rule of the Targaryens. We give the
throne to Daenerys. She is smart, she is kind. She is not her father. And she
will rule, as she was meant to, untainted by the court of King's Landing. I
will claim Casterly Rock, and present her soon. She will name me Hand of the
King, so that I may assist her, advise her, and no more.”
Ned thought it over, carefully, in his calculating, careful mind. “Starks...
Lannisters... Targaryens... Martells... Tyrells... you will successfully bind
over half the kingdoms with one move. Anyone who dares to resist.... well. Only
Stannis would do, out of his sense of duty.”
“Then Stannis will be dealt with accordingly.” Tyrion smiled. “Don't you see?
One move, and the realms will be at peace for our entire lifetime, assured by
the might and strength of our Houses, bolstered by one another. We all
prosper.”
Ned nodded. “This... this is brilliant, Tyrion. But what of Sansa?”
“She would be free to do as she wished, of course. From what Varys has told me,
her and Margaery are getting along famously. It would not surprise me if she
wished to continue that union.”
“If I may,” Daenerys said softly, stepping forward, “I intend to instate new
rules, new laws for the land. Tyrion has shown me many things recently, and I
have learned much. Your daughters will not be harmed in any way, Lord Stark. If
you support me, you have my word that I will support them, in whatever life
they choose, and your sons.”
“My sons...” Ned trailed off, his mind landing solely on Jon. Poor Jon, at the
Wall. Unaware of his heritage, of his destiny. And Ned, like a fool, had let
the boy pledge himself to the Night's Watch. “There is something you should
know, both of you. Something I have not spoken of, all my life. My deepest
secret.”
Arya perked up, watching intently.
Tyrion as well, waited patiently for the news to unfold.
“Jon... he is not my bastard. He is of Targaryen descent. He was born in blood
and death, Lyanna, my sister... she gave birth to him. He was fathered by
Rhaegar Targaryen.”
Daenerys's eyes were as wide open as they possibly could be. Arya was on her
feet, hands over her mouth. And Tyrion... he coughed, and then looked to
Daenerys. “Another Targaryen... the fates... they have destined this moment,
Ned! You must send for him, bring him back from the Wall at once. He... he must
come to King's Landing. You must tell him, and have him rule as King by her
side!”
Daenerys nodded. “Two Targaryens, one of fire...” she idly stroked the dragon's
cage again. “And one of ice...” she looked north, towards the Wall. “This is
what is meant to be.”
Ned nodded. “I will send a raven, and summon him in the morning. He will join
you in King's Landing.”
Tyrion nodded, and smiled. “This has been most enlightening. Lord Stark, if I
may, my legs are rather stiff from the journey. May we walk a bit? I'm sure the
girls would like a chance to freshen, as well.”
Ned nodded and stepped to the door, opening it and summoning Jory. “Jory, take
the girls to Cat and the others. They'd like a chance to freshen. Me and Lord
Lannister will walk the Godswood. Alone.”
Jory nodded, and his eyes landed on the cage, and went wide.
Ned noticed, and winced. “Oh, and do me a favor, Jory... don't speak of what
you see in here, just yet. Soon. I'll fill you and Cat in on the matter later,
of course.”
“Of course, milord.” Jory beckoned to the three girls, who between them,
recovered the cage before following after him.
Ned and Tyrion headed the opposite way, out through the grounds, through the
gate and into the Godswood. They were only walking a short time, in silence,
both of them still absorbing the events from the day, when a large shadowy form
materialized out of the woods before them, and padded over to them softly.
“Ah, Nymeria,” Tyrion mused, as the wolf looked him in the face, and licked his
cheek.
Ned paused, remembering vividly the very recent scene of the direwolves fucking
his girls, and the tale Tyrion had told him of taking the wolf as a pup, which
had lead to him taking Arya. He glanced around, and saw Lady coming as well,
walking up to him and rubbing against his outstretched hand. He absently
scratched her ears, and looked towards Tyrion, who was rubbing Nymeria's side
as she turned around before him, and then surprised them both by lowering
herself down, and pressing her hind quarters back against Tyrion's groin.
Tyrion laughed, and tugged her tail aside. “Looks like the wolves remember,” he
said softly.
Ned nodded, and continued stroking Lady's ears idly. Tyrion looked at him
askance. “Would you... ah... mind terribly? We rushed our journey here, and...
well.” He backed up a step, and waved a hand at his groin. With a glance, Ned
could tell the dwarf was erect already, his cock making a noticeable bulge in
his leggings.
“Who am I to refuse? The wolf seems to welcome it.”
Tyrion smiled, and undid his breeches, gripping his cock with one hand reaching
under the wolf with his other hand, to find her hot opening, and lined himself
up. Nymeria wiggled backwards and let out a low whine, and then Tyrion pushed
his hips forward, penetrating her and moaning softly, gripping the wolf's fur
in both hands and slowly moving his hips in and out. “You should give this a
try, Ned. It... it is beyond words.”
Ned glanced down at Lady, who looked back at him, then over at Nymeria, and
then turned, presenting herself in much the same way, pushing her hindquarters
back against his groin. He felt his cock stir as Tyrion slowly fucked Nymeria,
making the wolf whimper and whine as he did so.
“Aha! As you said, Lord Stark, who are you to say no? The wolf wants it!”
Tyrion said, then moaned as he thrust into the wolf again.
Ned glanced down at Lady's hips, and idly stroked her hip, rolling his fingers
over her flank, and found her sex, pushing a finger inside experimentally.
While not as wet as a human, it was slick, and damp, and hot, so very hot... He
looked over at Tyrion, who was watching him, moving slowly in Nymeria, holding
the wolf's hips and gently rocking in and out. He looked back down at Lady, and
decided.... why not?
He undid his breeches, and pulled his cock out. It was semi-hard, from the
thought and the idea of what he was about to do. Gripping it, and remembering
Summer and Shaggy pounding his girls a short time before, he surged to rock-
hard and ready in a matter of moments, and lined it up, gripping Lady's flank
with one hand and slowly pushing his cock into her with the other. The wolf
whined and whimpered as his cock slowly slid inside of her slick sex,
swallowing him whole. She was tight, and hotter than any pussy he had ever
taken before, and the feeling was so different, so... naughty...
He groaned as his cock bottomed out within the wolf, and began to rock his
hips. Tyrion smiled widely, and picked up the pace with Nymeria, the usually
very fierce wolf whining and panting as he fucked her. Lady whimpered as he
began to move, his cock slipping in and out of her easily. She still wasn't wet
like a human girl; it was hard to really get a grasp on the differences, but
she was slick, so he moved easily. He pushed into her as deep as he could, and
felt her fur pressed around his groin. It was such a different sensation from
that of the hips or bottom of a girl, but it wasn't bad. He found himself
enjoying it, and moving harder, faster, rocking the wolf as he truly gave
himself over to what he was doing, and fucking the shewolf.
Tyrion leaned his head back and did the same, groaning as he began to move
faster and faster, pulling the wolf back into him with his thrusts, pushing her
slightly as he pulled back, repeating it over and over, picking up speed
slowly. Ned looked down, watching the spot where his cock disappeared inside
the wolf, staring at it, mesmerized as he fucked it harder and harder yet.
Lady panted and whimpered, whined and pushed back against him, getting into it
in her own, wolf-like way, and Ned groaned as he pushed his cock into her
velvet sex, her searing heat. Tyrion threw his head back, and howled like the
wolf he fucked, cumming into her, thrusting hard against her rear, emptying
himself, then pulling back, he grinned and leaned against a tree, breathing
hard. Nymeria turned around, and licked his cock, cleaning it of the cum and
herself. When she was done, he was hard again, but pushed her nose back, and
tucked himself away.
“Have to save some for the girls,” he said with a wink.
Ned barely heard him, fucking Lady hard and fast, gripping her flanks hard,
burying himself into her as deep as possible as his own orgasm boiled through
him, his cum flowing out and into the wolf. When he finished, Lady gently
pulled away, and licked Nymeria, and the two she-wolves disappeared into the
trees, just as they had appeared. He pulled a cloth from his pocket and wiped
himself clean, then walked to the white tree, wetting the cloth in the water,
and wiped himself clean again, from all traces of his recent sexual exploits.
Tyrion followed him, and did the same with his hand, dipping it in the water,
washing his cock, then wiped it dry on the edge of his tunic and tucked it back
into his breeches, drawing his cloak around his shoulders.
“It's cold, here,” Tyrion mused, glancing up at the night sky.
“It is the North,” Ned answered.
“And winter is coming, yes, I know.” Tyrion smiled. “We will need to be on the
way to Casterly Rock in the morn. I must claim my title.”
Ned nodded. “Best to do so quickly; there are rumors about, due to Tywin's
absence. Word from King's Landing is that Cersei is struggling to hold it
together.”
Tyrion nodded. “My sister... will be out of the scene, soon enough.”
Ned cocked his head to the side. He and Cersei had come to a certain...
understanding, while in King's Landing, but he couldn't honestly say there was
much love lost between the two of them. “Why?”
Tyrion looked up at him, his eyes suddenly hard, and cold. “She's never given
me what she has the rest of the family. It's time I give her something she
richly deserves.”
Ned hesitated only a moment. “Dare I ask?”
Tyrion sighed. “I've promised her to the Pentos magister that was protecting
Daenerys. She'll be gone from King's Landing, but not in any harm. I care not
what happens to her from there, so long as she stays away from King's Landing
and Casterly Rock both.”
Ned nodded. It wasn't so bad as he feared. Pentos was a rich, plush city. In
another life, Cersei would have been happy there, he knew. He hoped no ill came
from it. Sighing, he stood, and brushed his leggings off. “You shared something
with me, here with the wolves. Let me return the favor.”
Tyrion smiled.
* * * * * * *
Catelyn hugged her daughter tightly, then released her. Arya stepped back, and
gave her a rare, true smile. Catelyn laughed, looking her over. “You left me a
wild little wolfling. You've returned the very image of a proper lady.”
Arya snorted, and plucked at her dress. “Hardly proper, mother.” She glanced at
Myrcella, and held up her hand. The princess took it quickly, twining her
fingers through hers. “I've learned so much.” She pulled Myrcella close, and
leaned against the slightly taller blond girl, who flushed as she met Catelyn's
eyes.
“I suppose you have, at that,” Catelyn mused. She looked up at Daenerys,
standing primly, with her hands clasped before her. “You all three must long
for a bath. Follow me.”
She lead the way down the hallway to the bathing room, a chamber where the
natural warm waters that ran under and through the walls of Winterfel were in
open pits in the stone floor. Steam hung heavy around the room. As soon as she
stepped in, she began to undress, and the three girls following her followed
suit. In one of the baths Alayne and Ygritte rose to their feet, water sliding
off of their slim and sexy bodies as they faced the newcomers.
“Ygritte, Alayne... this is my daughter, Arya Stark, the princess, Myrcella,
sister to the King, and Daenerys, of House Targaryen. And this is Alayne, new
to our house and home, and Ygritte, also new.” She smiled around, and then sent
the two girls back to their chambers, handing them sheer robes to wear until
she returned. “Please, undress. Enjoy the warm waters.”
Arya grinned, and was out of her dress faster than any of the others thought
possible, and drew her silken small clothes down her thighs, casting them
aside, and stepped into the pool with a giggle. She turned to Myrcella, and
beckoned her over. Myrcella smiled at her, and undid the sash around her waist,
then her laces, letting her gown slide down her shoulders, leaving her in only
her small clothes as well. She turned, and noticed Catelyn watching her, and
grinned, turning her back and bending at the waist as she drew them down her
long, slender legs, giving Cat a splendid view of her rounded bottom, her sex
peeking between her legs before she straightened, and stepped into the water to
join Arya, clasping her hand. Arya pulled her tightly to her, wrapping her arms
around her, and kissed her lips softly, then glanced a Daenerys, and motioned
for her to come in as well.
Daenerys slipped out of her cloak, and undid her dress, then slipped into the
water, her silver hair floating on the surface as she glided to the other two
girls. They both raised an arm, wrapping it around her, pulling her in. Arya
kissed her first, delicately, softly, brushing her lips against her own, then
pulling her in for a deeper, more passionate kiss, opening her mouth with her
tongue, sliding it inside the future queen's mouth, gently exploring it.
Myrcella giggled as they traded, Daenery's lips pressing to her own, her tongue
eagerly seeking Myrcella's...
Catelyn watched, and drew a deep breath, poking her head out of the door, she
beckoned to her maid, waiting nearby. “Bring me Hodor,” she said softly. The
maid smiled knowingly, and slipped down the hallway as Cat looked back at the
three girls, trading kisses back and forth, slowly turning in the warm water,
and slipped out of her own gown, and into the water as well.
Daenerys pushed up against Arya, feeling her small breasts press into her own,
their nipples rubbing under the water, Arya's thigh sliding between her own,
gently nudging them apart... Daenerys gasped as she felt her sex press against
that thigh, and Arya grinned into their kiss, swallowing her moan as she rubbed
her leg back and forth, sliding a hand down her back, cupping her bottom,
pulling her harder into the embrace. Arya smiled as they parted, and Myrcella
leaned in, claiming Arya's mouth, running her hand down her chest, rubbing one
of her small breasts, taking her nipple between her fingers and rolling it
gently. Arya arched her back, and pushed her thigh harder against Daenerys,
squeezing her bottom with one hand, stroking Myrcella's cheek with the other.
When the door opened again, all three girls gave a start, and turned to see who
had entered, Myrcella and Daenerys both pushing closer to Arya, hiding
themselves against her body. Arya blinked as Hodor ducked through the doorway,
and looked around the steamy room. He was fully nude, with several towels
draped over his shoulders. “Hodor?” he asked.
“Arya, who is that?” Myrcella asked, pressing against the familiar, comfortable
touch of the younger girl.
“Hodor. He's a stableboy, simple minded, but gentle.” Arya stroked her cheek,
and kissed her softly. Hodor watched, and his cock twitched.
“Hodor hodor,” he said, his deep voice rumbling as the door closed behind him.
He stared intently at Arya, who gave him a little wink, opening her mouth,
sliding her tongue into Myrcella's mouth, rubbing her thigh against Daenerys
and making her whimper slightly, her mouth falling open as her breathing
deepened.
“Gentle, and amazingly fun,” Catelyn added. “Hodor, come here,” she intoned.
Hodor dropped the towels onto the stone floor, and waded into the pool, heading
for Catelyn while watching the two girls kiss. His cock was twitching as it
rose, growing and expanding. By the time it disappeared under the water, it was
already to an impressive size, making Daenery's jaw drop even wider as she
watched Catelyn turn towards him, rising out of the water to press her body
against his. “I imagine he is too large for your small, trim bodies,” Catelyn
mused, “but there's always fun in trying.”
* * * * * * *
Ned and Tyrion stepped into his chambers, and shut the doors behind him. Alayne
sat near the fire, watching the logs burn, clad only in a sheer gown. Her arms
were wrapped around her knees, pulled up against her chest. Ygritte sat in the
armchair nearby, clad in an identical sheer gown, fiddling with the hem of her
robe, but she dropped it and rose as the two men entered. Ned glanced between
them. “Where are the others?”
“Baths,” Alayne said simply. “Lady Catelyn sent us back here to await you.” She
rose lithely to her feet, and walked towards him. The firelight silhouetted her
body through the sheer material, making her curves pop, and showing the gap
between her slim thighs as she came to a stop before them. “I'm glad she did...
I want more of you, milord.”
Ned smiled, and stroked her cheek. “Tyrion. These girls I brought back from the
Wall with me. Alayne here was in Mole Town, and Ygritte there was a wildling,
who has since sworn herself to me.”
Tyrion nodded, and studied Ygritte for a long moment. The fiery redhead,
noticing his scrutiny, rose and moved over towards them, the fire silhouetting
her body much the same as Alayne, but her curves were a little more defined,
the swell of her hips a little larger.
“Alayne,” Ned said, reaching out to stroke her cheek. She arched to his touch,
a little purr-like sound coming from her. “I would much appreciate it if you
welcome Lord Lannister properly.”
She smiled, her lips curling in a seductive, coy, innocent way. “Yes, milord,”
she said softly, and turned to Tyrion, stepping right in front of him as she
pulled her robe off, dropping it around her feet. Her little body was smooth,
bare, glistening in the flickering firelight. Tyrion licked his lips as she
slipped to her knees before him, and unlaced his breeches, rubbing the front
slightly. “Ooo,” she whispered, as her small fingers snaked into his clothing
and pulled out his cock, already twitching to life as she gripped it, stroking
it, pursing her lips as she looked up at him and leaned forward, gently kissing
the tip of his cock. He let her slowly work up and down the sides, kissing her
way along, her tongue sneaking out in darting, small licks here and there.
Ygritte stepped over to Ned, and dropped her robe as well. He smiled at her,
and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his chest. She raised her
mouth hungrily, and he lowered his lips to hers, her mouth already open, her
tongue sliding out to meet his as he thrust it into her mouth, squeezing her
tightly against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, her back arching
as he ran his hand from her shoulder to her hip, pulling her lower body close
to his own.
He squeezed her bottom, sliding his middle finger up and down the valley
between her cheeks, gently pushing her cheeks apart to press his fingertip
against her small hole, teasing it, rubbing small circles around the tight ring
of muscle there. She licked his cheek and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his
ear, “Yer the only one who's 'er taken me there.”
He rubbed it a little harder, and pulled her into another kiss, his other hand
coming around, up between them, to cup her breast, feeling her nipple harden
against his palm, and squeezed it, walking her backwards until she hit the bed
and toppled onto it, bringing Ned down atop her. She spread her legs as she
fell, pushing her hips up against him, cradling him between her pale, full
thighs...
Alayne sucked the head of Tyrion's cock into her mouth, looking up directly
into his eyes as she slowly, so very slowly, sucked every inch of him into her
mouth. Tyrion groaned as his cock swelled to full staff, nudging down her very
tight, wet throat. She swallowed constantly around him, massaging and working
his cock as her lips sealed around the base, placing both hands on his thighs
before sliding one down under him, cupping his sac and gently rolling his balls
across her fingers, pulling back till just the head remained in her hot little
mouth, then pushed forwards again, taking him in completely once more. He
gripped her hair, holding her in place, enjoying the rippling feeling of her
swallowing around his cock, then slowly pulled back, and still holding her
still, staring into her wide, beautiful, innocent eyes, began to push back in.
Ygritte moaned as Ned slipped down her neck, kissing and sucking, biting and
nipping at her pale throat before getting to the swell of her breasts, pushing
them up with both hands and taking one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking on
it hard, slipping farther off the bed until he knelt on the edge. She scooted
closer as he licked down her belly, his tongue tracing around her navel before
dipping into it, then moved down even more, to her mound, kissing the crease of
her thigh. She pulled her feet up, bracing them on the edge of the bed,
spreading her thighs wide as his lips teased up and down her inner thigh. She
rolled back, pushing her ass and pussy up, allowing him full access to
everything she had between her legs. He pulled her cheeks apart with his
thumbs, and licked her bottom, driving his tongue hard into that tight little
hole. She cried out and arched up hard.
* * * * * * *
Catelyn sat on the edge of the bathing pool, thighs spread wide as Hodor leaned
over her. His cock, thick, huge, and heavy, lay over her sex, completely hiding
it from view, extending up past her navel. She moaned slightly as she looked
down at the massive organ, already wet at the mere thought of taking it within
her again. Arya and Daenerys were still tightly intertwined on the other side
of the pool, but Myrcella had slid over to watch as Hodor rubbed his cock
against Catelyn. She bit her lip, and hopped up on the side, sitting next to
the Lady Stark. Catelyn looked over at her and smiled, reaching over and
rubbing her thigh with one hand.
Reflexively, Myrcella's legs opened slightly, and Catelyn's hand slid higher,
until the backs of her fingers were brushing against her young six with every
stroke of her fingers over her creamy, soft inner thigh. The princess watched
with wide eyes as Catelyn leaned back, and took Hodor's cock in her hand,
pushing it down, spreading her lips with the head of the massive organ and
placing it at her entrance. “Easy, Hodor... slow,” she instructed.
“Hodor,” the stableboy acknowledged, and pushed his hips forward, sliding the
first few inches of his massive cock into Catelyn, making her gasp and moan,
her hips lifting as the massive girth stretched her wet pussy. “Hodor hodor
hodor,” the boy panted, and gripped her hips, pulling her forward and pressing
a few more inches into her. Cateyln moaned and laid all the way back, pulling
her legs up and wrapping them around Hodor, pulling him into her more.
Myrcella's eyes were wide as she watched the massive penetration, watching
Catelyn's belly bulge as the cock slid deeper and deeper... Catelyn gripped her
thigh tightly, pulling her closer. Myrcella scooted closer, turning slightly,
feeling the woman's fingers brush over her wet little slit, and wanting more.
“Myrcella,” Catelyn moaned as Hodor's cockhead pressed hard against her cervix
as he tried to get more within her body, but the tight little ring refused to
give, “come... sit on my face.”
The blond girl did so quickly, rising out of the water completely and
straddling Catelyn's face, facing Hodor and watching the bulge in her belly
recede as he began to pull back. Catelyn grasped her bottom and pulled her
down, so her slit covered her mouth, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue
between her lower lips, deep into her sex.
Arya and Daenerys climbed out of the water, and Arya spread a couple towels out
for them, laying Daenerys back on one of them, crawling on top of her, kissing
her again, massaging her perky breasts with both hands. Daenerys moaned and
pressed up against the younger girl, moaning as Arya kissed her way down to her
nipples and sucked and nibbled on each.
Catelyn cried out as Hodor thrust back into her, again pressing his cock hard
against her cervix, trying to push through. Myrcella moaned and rolled her hips
as Catelyn's tongue worked pure magic between her slim young thighs, working
from her clit all the way back to her bottom, wiggling against her other hole,
pushing in as far as she could, then sliding back to the front, sucking and
nibbling on her erect, small clit.
* * * * * * *
Tyrion groaned as he pushed Alayne onto her back and shed the last of his
clothing, lowering his body to hers, kissing her small mouth, sucking on her
delightful little tongue as he lined his cock up with her steamy hot little sex
and pushed into it, her body accepting his cock, her wetness coating him and
allowing him to slip right in to the hilt. She moaned and kissed him harder,
gripping his shoulders as he began to pump his hips, unable to help himself as
she moaned and undulated beneath him, her hips rocking, rising and falling with
his thrusts. Their coupling was fast, frantic, hot, heavy...
Ygritte cried out as Ned rolled her over, still hanging off the edge of the
bed, then pushed her up further onto it, pushing her legs apart, climbing over
her back and pushing his cock down between her thighs and into her soaking
little pussy, filling her completely with a quick hard thrust. She buried her
face in the furs and blankets, trying to arch her back and push her ass up,
allowing him a better angle to slide into her deeper. He gripped her hair in
one hand and pushed into her pussy hard and fast, fucking her hard. He compared
the feel of her silken wet heat to the feel of Lady, and decided that while
different, he loved each. He would have to visit the wolves again soon... he
cried out as he buried himself in her over and over, his hips moving fast,
smacking into her rounded little ass, making it bounce and jiggle.
* * * * * * *
Arya moaned loudly as Daenery's tongue trailed down her inner thigh, landing at
long last on her swollen, wet pussy. She pushed her hips up while pulling
Daenery's bottom down, and thrust her tongue into the other girl's pink, wet
sex in return. Daenerys was straddling her head, with her face buried between
Arya's spread legs. They lost themselves in licking and sucking on one another,
each girl cumming more than once, their thighs and faces wet with one another's
juices, Arya thrusting her fingers hard into Daenery's tight pussy, fingering
her fast and hard while she sucked on her sensitive clit and rolled it gently
between her teeth.
Catelyn cried out loudly as she came for the first time, Hodor's cock hammering
in and out of her spread, gaping pussy, Myrcella was still straddling her face,
leaning down low to watch intently as Catelyn took the massive fucking, her
belly rippling and bulging as the huge cock slid in and out of her. Hodor
gripped her tightly, moving her back and forth as he panted and struggled to
get even more of himself within her.
Arya cried out as she came again, squeezing Daenerys's clit and making her cry
out in turn, cumming as well. The two girls slumped together, panting and
breathing hard, turning to watch Myrcella go rigid as Catelyn's tongue in her
pussy made her cum as well, then she fell to the side, breathing hard and
twitching a little in the aftermath of her orgasm. Catelyn cried out as Hodor's
cock made her cum again, then Hodor himself cried out loudly, a booming
“HODOR!” as he shook and came, the sheer volume slamming into Catelyn's
battered cervix, flooding into her womb and overfilling, flowing back down her
pussy, splattering on the rim of the bathing pool and running down her bottom.
Arya crawled over to her mother, and licked a drop of Myrcella's cum that was
leaking down her cheek. Catelyn smiled up at her daughter. “Thanks, my little
wolfling.”
Arya licked another drop off of the other side. Myrcella saw and gave a small
shiver. She loved the way Arya would suck her pussy juices up... “This was fun.
Thank you.”
* * * * * * *
Tyrion bellowed as he pushed his cock deep into Alayne's grasping, tight, wet
sex and came, his cum jetting out of him, burying itself deep within her womb.
She giggled, and kissed him, coming down from her own orgasmic highs as she
felt his cock jet and jerk within her pussy. When he was finished, she hugged
him tightly, then he rolled off of her onto his back, and struggled to catch
his breath.
Ned pushed Ygritte down into the bedding hard as he came hard into her, her
body shaking with her own series of climaxes that he had fucked her into, and
through. Her thighs were drenched, as was the blanket under her pussy. He came
into her hard, thrusting hard into her, holding her shoulders and hips as he
jerked, then collapsed on her back, passing out nearly immediately, the nights'
activities having finally overwhelmed him.
Ygritte rolled her head to see Alayne and Tyrion and smiled. Alayne returned
the smile, as Tyrion sat up, made it to the armchair, and collapsed again. “I
need to get some rest, before we depart in the morning,” he said, still
somewhat breathless. “Casterly Rock needs her Lord,” he said, and Alayne smiled
at him again, climbing into the bed with Ygritte and Ned, cuddling up to them
for the night.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Tyrion leaned his head back, looking out the window. The road curved ahead, he
could see, the dense trees and thick woods slowly giving way to farms, the
villages coming faster, closer together. They were close. It had been years
since he had been here, but yet he could easily recognize the landscape. That
village they had just passed through had been a favorite of his father's. Far
enough away that they thought they could escape the Lannister brand of justice,
but close enough that word of their deeds reached Casterly Rock no matter how
much they tried to stop it from happening. In particular, he remembered a
specific incident when he had been little more than a child, his father had
come down with the Guard, Jaime at his side. Tyrion had been given to Cersei
for looking after, which meant he had spent the time huddled against the side
of the coach trying to avoid her pinching fingers, her cruel twists and jabs of
her nails into his tender flesh.
When they had arrived, he remembered watching his father's men storm into the
mayor's home, and drag him out, screaming and naked. They huddled three girls
out of the house next, each barely older than Tyrion himself. He could tell
they were naked as well, but the soldiers had wrapped them in blankets. Cersei,
playing the part of the concerned high-borne lady, had ushered the children
into the carriage, leaving Tyrion standing alone behind Jaime, as he watched
Tywin usher his verdict. Lashings, and death. It was always lashings, and
death, with Tywin. The man screamed as they staked him down, spread eagle, and
whipped him until his back was as raw as a side of beef, his blood pooling
around him. While the soldiers handed out the punishment, Tywin spoke to the
people about how these types of tyranny were not going to be tolerated. That he
would protect the people of the village. But no one cheered, or said anything,
watching the mayor as they threw a rope through the tree in the center of the
village, wrapped the noose around his neck, and hauled his bloody body into the
air, kicking and gurgling. They tied off the rope, waited until his kicks and
gurgles ceased, then posted a warning, no one was to remove the body for a
fortnight, then departed. The way back had been easier on Tyrion. Riding in the
carriage with the other girls, he found that rather than quiet or depressed,
they had been cheerful, eager to talk with the Lords and Ladies of Lannister.
And even quite forgot about their nakedness, their small bodies bare within the
carriage, sitting on the blankets, wide-eyed and happy...
He supposed, in some type of hindsight, that the act had not been what it had
first seemed on the outside. An evil act, a man raping little children, being
justly corrected by Tywin's iron hand of justice, but rather something more.
Tyrion would never know truthfully what had transpired; it had been years and
years ago, after all. But he mused, watching the leading knights of their
column rounding the bend in the road he had spotted before.
Across from him in their grand carriage, Daenerys sat calmly, one of the three
baby dragons wrapped around her shoulders, its head on her breast as it napped.
A second was coiled in her lap, her skirts hiked up to reveal her bare thighs,
the beast snugly tightly against her bare flesh. And the third, the black one,
sat perched on Tyrion's shoulder, its head resting atop his own as it too
stared out the window, quiet and clever. The two shared a smile, as their eyes
met, and he reached over, wrapping his arm around Arya. She snuggled into his
side, her hand idly stroking his thigh. The night before had been rampant, and
both her and Myrcella were dozing off and on throughout the day, still tired
and exhausted from the night before. Myrcella had been gifted a new toy, when
at the last keep they had passed through, a fake cock that she belted around
her waist. The boy that had given it to her had carved it himself, he said, and
made it for someone as special as her. She had thanked him, and used the toy
all night, on both Daenerys and Arya. Daenerys, for her part, had quit a little
earlier, sneaking into Tyrion's bed to cuddle with him as they watched the two
younger girls enjoy themselves until they fell asleep.
Tyrion himself was waiting; he had special plans for retaking Casterly Rock.
And he wanted to be very, very ready for them.
“Milord,” a knight called, tapping the carriage door with the haft of his
spear. Tyrion twisted, and pulled back the curtains more, poking his head out.
“We'll arrive within the next hour. Welcome home, My Lord of Lannister.”
My Lord of Lannister , Tyrion repeated to himself. He absolutely loved the way
it sounded. He had Arya and Myrcella fetch the clothing he had prepared the
night before, and they helped him dress in the limited room, the black dragon
moving to Daenery's lap, and all three watching him with keen, intelligent
eyes. Once he was fully decked out, he held the dragons while Daenerys slipped
into her cloak, then together they slipped all three back into their cage,
draping a heavy blanket over the top. He took a stolen moment to kiss the fair
girl, and she returned his kiss eagerly, happily.
“Together, we remake the future,” she said softly. He smiled at that.
The gates swung open as they approached, and the cheering began. Smallfolk
gathered around the main street, hurrahing and cheering as the carriage passed.
Tyrion drew the curtains shut as they contained through the city until they
reached the main keep. When they came to a halt, he rose, stepping in front of
the door, and stepped out to meet his people, for the first time as Lord of
Casterly Rock.
* * * * * * *
“Bring me ink, parchment. Fetch the maester. I'll need everyone my father
considered his personal council as well. In the main hall, if you please. And
quickly.” Tyrion strode through the entry way, Arya and Myrcella flanking him.
They stepped into the main hall, and Daenerys slipped through behind them, two
servants carrying the iron cage containing the dragons following her. She
watched them closely as they set the cage aside, and then seated herself next
to it, drawing her hood low over her eyes to avoid drawing attention to
herself. Myrcella stood as only a princess could, head held high, chin up, her
eyes bright and daring someone to address her. Arya mimicked her pose rather
well, despite the fact that it was somewhat reduced by her cute round face, her
small figure, and, as Tyrion knew rather intimately, her wicked, perverse sense
of pleasure.
Only a handful of moments passed before the maester, flanked by two older
Lannisters, stepped into the room. Tyrion motioned for them to sit, and waited
for the rest. A handful of minutes later, three more Lannisters entered the
room, the last shutting the door behind them. “Where is your father?” the
maester asked at once. “We have sent multiple ravens to King's Landing asking
his status, as he has not sent us any correspondence, and your sister refuses
to give us a direct answer. We were about to send a garrison of men to the
capitol to find out what she is keeping from us.”
Tyrion drew a deep breath. “Gentlemen. My father, Tywin, is dead. He died
shortly after arriving at King's Landing. I regret I did not even have the
chance to speak with him before his passing; he was found dead in a hallway.
His heart apparently had given out on him as he came to speak with us.” He saw
men beginning to speak, and held up a hand. “I pray you, hear me out before you
speak. What I have to say is important, and will have direct impacts on all of
our lives. Now, before word could be sent out about my father's tragic demise,
Cersei, my sweet sister and Queen Reagent, ordered the issue be held in trust;
she did not want word getting out that the Lannister House stood without it's
Lord at the time. The King then sent me on a mission across the Narrow Sea,
from which he does not know I have returned. The King, Joffrey, and my sister,
have become the very thing Tywin always feared they would, and have descended
from grace and hold the Throne only through my very own manipulation. I had
hoped for a better and brighter future for them, for us all, but it is with a
heavy heart that I have had to come up with plans, and have set them in motion,
to undo what I have done and reinstate an old rule, one which will bind all
Seven Kingdoms together in iron-wrought peace.”
“How can you possibly make such a claim?” one of the men demanded.
Tyrion smiled, and revealed in full his plan of making Daenerys queen, and
being named the Hand, claiming the Lordship of Casterly Rock in the process.
The men stared, first at him, then Daenerys, then the dragons, then him again.
“You're mad,” the maester finally sputtered. “We ended the Targaryen's reign
for a reason!”
“A reason that was, at the time, quite justified. However, Daenerys is not her
father. And I will see her on the throne. House Lannister, Stark, Tyrell,
Martell... we will all be unified by this. No war. No blood.” He walked over to
the men gathered. “Now. I need you all to kneel, and swear oaths of fealty to
the new Lord Lannister.
One by one, they did.
“Send a raven to King's Landing with all haste. Summon Cersei home. Tell her
what I have done, but speak nothing of Daenerys. Tell her only that I have
claimed my heritage, and tell her to come to me with all haste. Any delay would
be most... unwise.”
* * * * * * *
The week that it took for Cersei to arrive seemed to take years, for Tyrion. He
spent the vast majority of his time catching up on matters that had been
neglected in his father's absence. Sending the patrols out, to gather the
taxes, was first on the list. His plans needed coin, and while Lannisters were
by no means poor, the better and more stable the financial base, the more
secure his future. He named wards and castellans, moved the personnel of the
keep around. He replaced positions that needed replacing, and ordered work to
be done to improve the livelihood of the city, adding new docks and opening the
ports to more ships, to invite in new trade. He lessened the fines on imported
goods to encourage new merchants, and levied bonuses for certain amounts of
trade that passed through Casterly Rock. He increased the pay of the guard, and
set them more duties, patrolling and keeping the streets safer. He increased
the fines and penalties for theft, and ordered rape a crime punishable by
death, if severe enough an act. In short, he made Casterly Rock safe, inviting.
The city itself seemed brightened by the week he had spent working here. He
imagined what he could do once all the Kingdoms would have to listen to his
ideas. Daenerys watched, learned, approved, and helped, even, adding her own
input and advice, which he took very seriously, and took to taking her with him
everywhere, so she could learn and experience all the more before she took the
throne itself.
And once Cersei did arrive... well. He was all too happy to be dressed in his
finest, awaiting her in the empty main hall, sitting at the head of the table
where father had always sat, with Arya and Myrcella to one side, Daenerys to
the other. The dragons were in plain view, all three girls dressed in sheer
silken gowns that left little to the imagination. Just looking at their young
nubile bodies, after his self-imposed vow of temporary abstinence made his cock
ache with desire to partake in their delights. To feel them under his hands, to
taste them, to tease them to orgasm after orgasm and fill their tight slits
with his thick cock...
She stopped dead center in the room when she realized who the girl with the
silver hair was, and what the lizard creatures were draped over both herself
and Tyrion. Cersei stood, rooted to the spot, mouth hanging open, staring in
disbelief, until the guards came and took her by the arms, dragging her
forwards and pushing her to her knees before her brother, on the other side of
the table.
“What.. what is this? What have you done?” Cersei asked, her face pale.
“Nothing. Yet. Sweet sister. How good of you to come so quickly. I fear, you
may already know, but the word about father's death is out. I have taken my
seat, my place, as Lord of Lannister. And you, dearest sister, are no longer
needed in King's Landing.”
“My son needs me!” she protested.
Tyrion waved her off. “Your son is a fool. If he's not gotten himself killed
yet, he will before you ever return, I can assure you. Honestly, Cersei. If
your judgment were not so clouded by the fact that he was your first born son,
I would let those that would kill you have you, as well. But, you have a
purpose yet to serve in this life. I trust you haven't gotten yourself with
child? It would be... embarrassing, to say the least, to have to deal with such
a situation.”
Her cheeks flamed hot, and she made to rise, making an indignant sound. Tyrion
lifted a single finger, and she found spear shafts on her shoulders, holding
her down on her knees. “Are. You. Pregnant?” he repeated, his tone leaving no
room for nonsense. The dragons hissed, sensing Tyrion's attitude, the black one
slinking across the table to arch it's neck in Cersei's direction, a tendril of
smoke escaping its mouth as it hissed again.
“No.” She said through gritted teeth. “I... took precautions.”
Tyrion smiled. “Excellent. I assume Sansa hasn't become pregnant either, has
she? Has Joffrey even paid her much attention?” his eyes roamed her body. “You
aren't exactly my type, Cersei, but I know Joffrey was obsessed much more with
your cunt than hers.”
Her cheeks flamed again, and she glared pure murder at her brother. “No,” she
growled. “She is not.”
Tyrion nodded. “Excellent. So, dear sister. Here's what's going to happen.
Joffrey is going to fall to one of the many, many people he's pissed off. We
all know how lousy he is at making friends. Isn't that so, Myrcella.”
“Joffrey is a fool,” she said quietly, watching her mother squirm under the
restraining grip of the guards. “I always hated him... but you loved him most.”
Cersei paused. “No, no my sweet girl... I loved you all, you must—”
Tyrion cut her off. “Not the time, I'm afraid, Cersei. As I was saying. Joffrey
will die. Sansa will hold the throne until we arrive. She will give the throne
to Daenerys, and do as she wishes. Sansa, unlike you, is a good, sweet person.
Who deserves no evils in her life... you have done evil. You deserve some type
of... justice. But, let it not be said that I am without my mercy. I have a
most gracious plan for you, Cersei. I am sending you to Pentos. There, you are
to be wed to a magistrate. And you will live your days in glory, riches and
adornment consuming your every waking moment. I would not even fear too much
about the magistrate's ability in the bedroom; he is fairly large. I'm sure
he'll let you be on top... and finish quickly.”
Arya giggled, and Myrcella smiled. Daenerys stared coldly at the woman, saying
or doing nothing.
“And, if you... please me, which, we will get to that soon, before you go, I
will even send Jaime to you, to live with you. You can escape, for all I care.
Together. Live your lives free of us, free of this, together with whatever
riches you can take with you. Or you can stay there, together. And live in
luxury. It matters not to me. Just know that Daenerys has decreed one important
thing...”
“If you ever return to King's Landing, I will have you murdered. You and your
king-slaying brother. And together, your bodies will be thrown to a pig farm.
Eaten, destroyed. Turned to pig shit. That is all you are to me, and all you
will ever be. Return, and die. Stay where my husband places you, and all will
be well for you.”
Cersei's eyes were wide, her face completely pale. “You... husband?”
Tyrion smiled. “Did I not mention? Daenerys and I will be wed. The first of a
few... special marriages to take place throughout the kingdom. There is more,
but nothing you need to know of. So. The details, the 'how you earn this' so to
speak.... as I said. You need to please me. And nothing would please me more,
sister, than for you to crawl under this table, and take my cock in your mouth,
and please me.” He smiled widely. “And once you're done, Arya has a task for
you, and Myrcella. Daenerys has refused to allow you to touch her. I cannot say
I blame her.”
Cersei looked between him and the three girls. “I do this, and you let me live
in luxury... with Jaime?”
Tyrion nodded. “That is the arrangement. One simple favor in return for a
lifetime of stress-free living.”
She slipped forward, the guards letting her go as she dropped to her hands and
knees, and crawled under the table. Tyrion adjusted how he was sitting, letting
her crawl up between his legs, and felt her hands on his thighs. His cock was
already achingly hard. Both from the sight of his girls to either side in their
sheer gowns, and the thought of fucking his sister's face. She undid his laces
shakily, and he grinned as he imagined what had to be going through her mind as
she pulled his breeches down, and freed his cock. Her fingers wrapped around
it, cool, light, barely touching. He looked up, and nodded to the guard.
“One more thing, Cersei.”
Her voice was muffled, coming from under the table. “What?”
“If you get the idea in your head that somehow... using your teeth will lead to
some type of satisfaction for you, I want you to know... all it takes is a
small sign from me, and those spears from before?” He smirked as the guard
knelt, and lined his spear up, before gently pressing the tip of the spear
against her pussy from behind. “Well. You get the gist. Now... on with the
pleasing.”
He felt her tense as the spear point prodded her, then she moved forward, and
he felt her breath exhale across his cock, then the wet heat of her mouth
engulfed him, sliding down till about half of his cock was in her mouth. He
leaned his head back, smiling, as he felt her tongue slide down the bottom of
his shaft. She wasn't very into it, he could tell, her movements a little
stiff, automatic, rather than smooth and passionate, but that didn't matter to
him. This wasn't about the raw sexual delight of fucking her whore mouth... no,
this was about far, far more. This was about all the times she had tortured him
as a child, picked on him, looked down at him, called him names, generally
making life difficult and miserable as often as she could. About the times he
had heard, even seen, her and Jaime enjoying one another's bodies... and never
allowing him to join in, without so much as an explanation.
He gripped her hair in one hand, pulling her down harder on his cock, thrusting
his hips up. He wasn't surprised at all when he felt the head of his cock push
into her throat without the slightest bit of a gag or cough from Cersei. He
pulled her down until he was buried completely in her slim throat, and rolled
his head to the side, reaching out with his other hand for Daenerys, who took
his hand, and offered him a smile, leaning close and pressing her lips to his
own. Her mouth opened, her tongue slipping into his mouth, and he sucked on it
as he moved Cersei up and down his cock with his fist in her hair, feeling the
slick heat of her mouth, tongue, and throat rolling up and down his hard cock.
Arya smiled as she crawled on top of the table, and moved in front of him,
pulling her gown up and spreading her legs before him, rubbing her small slit
with her fingers while he watched. Daenerys licked down the side of his neck,
turning his face to look directly at Arya, watching her small fingers slide up
and down her little bare pussy, her middle finger gently pressing her lips
apart to slide between them, teasing him with small glimpses of her wet pink
insides.
Cersei gurgled for breath and wiggled slightly as he pressed her hard down
against his cock again, holding her there for an extended period. He let her up
to take a breath and then pushed her back down, feeling his orgasm rapidly
approaching. He had withheld for so long, the boiling culmination of such
action was about to end explosively.
Arya smirked as she looked into Tyrion's eyes, seeing how close he was getting,
and very deliberating spread her lips open, sliding her middle finger down and
into herself, arching her back and pressing upwards... Tyrion bit his lip and
groaned, grabbing Cersei by the back of the head and pulling her down as he
began to cum, shooting hard straight down her throat. She coughed at the pure
amount of cum he poured directly down her throat before pulling back, filling
her mouth, holding her on him still so she had to swallow before she choked.
Again his spurting cock filled her mouth, and his cum leaked down over her chin
as she collapsed backwards, breathing hard and coughing as his cum filled her
mouth and throat still, trying to breathe. He smiled, and leaned forward,
kissing Arya's stomach and breast, placing his hand over her own, rubbing her
finger deeper into her small pussy. His cock twitched, wanting more already.
“It's your turn, love,” he said to Arya, and spun her around on the table,
leaning her back against him. Cersei crawled out from under the table on the
other side and rose to her feet, wiping Tyrion's cum from her chin and cheeks,
neck. She turned around, and faced them, seeing the Stark girl splayed open for
her.
“Kneel,” Arya told her deliberately. “Kneel, and lick me.”
The spears behind her pricked her bottom, reminding her that her own safety was
on the line if she didn't please, and so Cersei did as she was told, falling to
her knees, leaning over the table, lowering her face to Arya's young pussy.
Arya moaned and arched her back, pressing her pussy up against the former
queen, feeling her tongue slide between her small lips and delve into her young
sex, twisting around her opening before gently pressing in as far as she could,
then sliding up to tickle at her clit, her fingers coming up to gently tease
her hole, sliding in to the second knuckle and wiggling it about. Arya smiled
as she arched her back, and leaned back so Tyrion could kiss her, laying on her
back with him bending over her, sucking on his tongue hungrily while Cersei
licked her pussy.
Daenerys stood and walked around behind Tyrion, kneeling at his other side and
reaching down, taking his still-hard cock in her hand. “No use in letting this
go to waste now,” she said with a wink, and lowered her head to it, taking him
into her young, talented mouth. She wasted no time in swirling her tongue
around his head, teasing him to full strength immediately, sucking on his head
hard as she squeezed and gently stroked his shaft with her fist. He groaned and
kissed Arya harder.
Myrcella, meanwhile, had stood and snuck around the table, and took the place
of the guards behind her mother, reaching down, she lifted her skirts, pulling
them up around her hips, revealing her smallclothes and bottom to her.
“You loved Joffrey most because he had a cock,” Myrcella said, and slapped her
bottom, hard, making Cersei jump and turn to look over her shoulder. Arya
growled and grabbed her hair, twisting her back around so her mouth was on her
pussy again. Cersei obediently began licking again, sucking on her small clit
and fingering her a little deeper, making her moan and lay back.
“Well, mother... now so do I,” Myrcella said, and pulled her gown off
completely. All she wore under it was the strap-on toy she had been gifted
before, and she rubbed it against Cersei's bottom through her small clothes,
tracing it down the line of her cheeks, between her thighs. Cersei shuddered
and pressed her legs together, trying to stop her daughter from having the
access she did...
Myrcella smacked her ass again, and then pulled her small clothes down roughly,
tangling them about her thighs, and then grinned as she twisted them together
and tied them into a knot, effectively tying Cersei's legs together with her
panties. Then she she pushed the toy between her thighs, and brought it up
against her sex from the bottom, rubbing it back and forth slightly before
pulling back, lining up, and pushing it into her mother all at once, thrusting
home completely.
Tyrion lifted Daenery's chin from his cock, and pulled her up to kiss her,
scooting back from the table slightly as Arya became more and more absorped in
Cersei's tongue between her slim thighs. “I want to fuck you,” he said hoarsely
to the Targaryen girl, who smiled, and straddled his lap, resting her hands on
his shoulders while he lifted her gown, and rubbed her slit, finding her hot
and wet, ready for his cock. He lined it up, and she sank down onto it, both of
them moaning as his thick cock filled her perfectly, as if her small body was
made just to take his cock. He grabbed her hips, and guided her movements, back
and forth, up and down, riding him smoothly and slowly, gyrating and moaning...
they stared into one another's eyes, everything else fading away.
Myrcella fucked Cersei hard and mercilessly, pounding her tight little cunt
from behind with her toy. The other end of the toy was buried sweetly within
Myrcella's tight, young pussy, and the harder she thrust the more it shook and
shuddered within her own sex, driving her wild with insane lust, making her
fuck harder and harder, her fingers squeezing her mother's generous, full
bottom as she drove into her over and over.
Arya cried out as she came under Cersei's tongue, her finger buried in the
young girl, curled against her G-spot and rubbing it hard. As she came, Cersei
ground her finger harder and nipped at her clit, driving her even higher,
making her bottom arch off the table as she came.
Then, Cersei was coming from the merciless pounding Myrcella was giving her,
her daughter's eyes glazed over as she just kept hammering into her, harder and
harder until she too fell over the edge, her eyes squeezing shut, her body
quivering and shaking as her orgasm tore through her, and she toppled
backwards, into the arms of one of the guards, that caught her, and helped her
back to her chair, her legs trembling the entire way.
Tyrion moaned as he pushed Daenery's hips down onto his cock and erupted for a
second time, his cum gushing into her young womb, filling her to overflowing,
and leaking back out of her tiny pussy. She grinned as she shared his orgasmic
bliss, biting her lip as she came with him, her body quivering and then laying
against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, and stroked
Arya's face as she twisted to face him, giving him a big smile as she saw his
cock still buried in Daenerys. He returned her smile, and Cersei struggled to
stand, noting the knot in her small clothes, and settled for tugging them the
rest of the way off and stood, tossing them on the table next to Arya.
“Good?” she asked, a bit of her attitude returning.
Tyrion nodded, and dismissed her with a wave. “You wouldn't want to miss your
ship,” he said, as the guards took her in hand, and lead her from the room.
“Jamie will join you... sooner or later.”
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Sansa hurried down the hallway, barely slowing as she brushed past assembled
lords and ladies of the court, pushing aside one of the city guard, who had his
sword in hand, glancing around the crowd, his eyes wide with fright and nerves
behind the steel cage of his helmet. Two Kingsguard saw her, and lowered the
swords in their hands to usher aside the last few courtly presences so she
could get through. As soon as she was on the other side, they closed together
with an air of finality. Behind them, Joffrey lay in a pool of his own blood,
his face blue already, his throat a ragged ruin where the rusty blade had torn
it asunder. It lay nearby, the blade still crimson, the hilt gripped in the
cold, dead grasp of it's owner, who looked nothing more than a common beggar,
his clothes hanging off of his skeletal form in rags. His eyes stared unseeing
at the ceiling above, and out of his breast stuck the blade and hilt of
Joffrey's own sword.
“He had time to draw his sword, and stick it in him... but still fell to a cut
throat?” Sansa mused softly to herself, more confused than anything else by the
sight.
“I don't think so,” came a voice. She turned, and Jaime, one of the Kingsguard
in attendance, shook his head as he knelt, and softly, tenderly, ran his finger
down Joffrey's face. Sansa watched in silence. She realized she should be
upset, frantic that her husband was dead and she a widow, but truthfully she
felt nothing. The girl that had been in love with Joffrey had died long ago,
somehow. A new girl had taken her place... a stronger girl. She gazed across
his body, and forced some emotion to her face. She had to at least look
distraught.
“Then how...?” she asked.
Jaime looked at her, then back at the slain king. “I imagine there were more
than one. Two, perhaps. The beggar, and someone else. His backer? Employer? The
beggar came up behind Joffrey, killed him. The other took Joffrey's sword,
killed the assailant. Why? Because now it looks like whoever killed the king is
dead. No follow up. No questions. No investigation.”
Sansa's eyes narrowed. She knew Joffrey had enemies. He was not a well-loved
king. She didn't mind the fact that he was gone, but she did mind the fact that
she didn't know who had done the deed. “There will be an investigation, I
promise you,” she said fiercely. “And I will find out who did this.”
* * * * * * *
When Sansa returned to her rooms, late that evening, Margaery rose from her
seat, where she had been sitting near the fire, a book open upon her lap. She
closed the book and set it aside, walking over quickly. “What's happening?” she
asked quickly.
Sansa shook her head briefly. She was tired, and exhausted. The rigors of the
day had taken moer of a toll on her than she had originally realized, and she
wanted, more than anything, to sink into her soft bed naked, and sleep for a
week. “The small council is divided. Half want to hand the throne immediately
to Tommen. The rest have sided with me. I shall hold the throne until Tommen
comes of age, or until someone else... takes it.”
Margaery tapped her lip with a slim finger. “Hmm. Tommen is a good choice.”
Sansa nodded. “I agree, but I do have the letter to consider.”
Margaery waved her hand. “The letter from Tyrion? So vague. He summoned Cersei
out of her quickly enough, which was good. Joffrey fell to pieces without his
mother here. Ended up dead rather quickly.”
“Too quickly,” Sansa amended, rubbing her temples with her fingers, and stepped
towards the bed, sitting heavily on the edge. “Tyrion said he had a plan, for
me to hold things together until he got here, and then everything would be
taken care of.”
“Do you trust him?” Margaery asked seriously.
This was not the first time they had had this very conversation since the
letter's arrival. Margaery had wanted to kill Joffrey earlier, or rather...
have someone else do the deed, and replace him with Tommen. Which,
incidentally, would place her on the throne next to Tommen, as she was his
betrothed, now. Somehow, she figured Sansa wouldn't mind being usurped in such
a fashion, and in a way, Sansa didn't. She hadn't really ever asked to be the
Queen, and would be quite content for just being a High Lady of a prestigious
House. But, the question then became, who would she marry? Margaery had
suggested her older brother, in line to be the Head of Tyrell, and while Sansa
was strongly tempted, the Tyrells were too... innocent. Margaery herself had
been pure and innocent by her own admission until she had “trained” for the
capitol. Now she was quite the vixen, but still... Sansa craved a life of
passion. The only place she had found that so far was with Tommen and Margaery.
She was happy with the two of them.
“Yes,” she replied after a brief pause. “He's the one that brought me here, and
got me where I am. It was his plan that kept the peace after Robert's death.
It's been his plan all along... I trust him enough to hold out, and see what
the next step of his plan is. If I... we... don't like it, well. I'm the one
with the throne and the armies. I will do what is best for us. I promise you
this.”
Margaery smiled, and sat next to her, wrapping one arm around the slender girl
and pulling her against her side. Sansa let her head fall onto her shoulder,
and Margaery pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Together, then. We'll see this
through.”
Sansa smiled. “Together.”
* * * * * * *
Tyrion walked down the hallway quickly, his personal guard flaring out around
him, keeping the press of curious onlookers back. Behind him, Myrcella walked
with her head held high, dressed in solemn black mourning clothes, her face
covered by a thin veil. Her brother, the king, was dead. It was only proper for
her to publicly display her grief. Arya came next to her, also dressed in
black, but with Stark grey trim on her gown, sweeping up her thighs, hinting
that the dress might not be so modest as it first appeared. Her hair was done
up in elaborate braids and tangled around one another, with spikes of her hair
sticking up at the crown of her head. She looked simply gorgeous, her small
face without a spot of paints, beautiful in it's natural simplicity. Behind her
came the servants, bearing the covered cage, and behind them, a figure in a
hooded cloak, pulled so low that no one could even see the figure's jaw.
They moved quickly into the main room, where Sansa was sitting just below the
Iron Throne on a padded chair. She had a hand folded across her middle, resting
on her belly, the other laying upon the arm of the chair, but when she spotted
the group that had just entered, she rose to her feet, and called for the hall
to empty. In a few moments, it was, leaving Tyrion's group facing her alone
atop the dias. Once the doors were closed and locked, she stepped down with a
smile, and Arya slipped forward, embracing her sister. They shared a short
kiss, then Arya giggled as she turned to face Tyrion. “Wait until you hear
this, Sansa.”
Sansa glanced at Tyrion and smiled. “It's nice to see you again, milord
Lannister.”
Tyrion smiled, and bowed. “And you're looking radiant, my Queen.”
He wasn't lying; Sansa was adorned with a black silk dress that hugged her
bodice and flared at her hips into wrapping streams of silk down to the floor.
Across the top of her dress, black feathers were lined across her cleavage,
hinting, almost exposing, but hiding, concealing... The dress was shoulder-
less, but she had long gloves up each arm to just above her elbows, black silk
to match the dress, and silver rings glistened on a couple of her fingers. Her
hair was pulled back into a simple, yet elegant braid, except for her bangs,
which hung free around her face, framing her beautiful features, her pale skin
which contrasted so richly against the black silk. Tyrion felt his cock stir,
remembering all of the joys of her body.
“Bring us up to speed, first,” Tyrion said, as his guards spread out, and the
servants brought the cage up next to him and set it down before hurrying to the
back of the room, to wait out of the way.
Sansa shrugged. “Not much to tell, really. The small council is divided. Half
want the throne to pass to Tommen immediately. The other half wish for me to
keep it until he comes of age. I am holding on for now, as you asked. I passed
along the rumor that I was carrying Joffrey's heir, and it's helped secure my
grip.”
Tyrion's eyes narrowed. “Are you?”
Sansa shook her head. “No. I haven't lain with Joffrey in quite some time.
I.... well. Lady Margaery Tyrell came to court, as you know.” Tyrion nodded.
“She's been betrothed to Tommen, and wants him to rule, so she can take my
place as queen. I should be offended at this, but... I care for them. Both of
them. They have been a comfort.”
“You've fucked?” Tyrion asked bluntly.
Sansa's cheeks colored faintly, but she smiled. “Yes. Many times. Tommen is
quite the lover...”
Arya cooed. “Maybe I'll have to meet him.”
Sansa shook her head. “Me and Margaery are enough for him, and we've become
somewhat... exclusive with each other.” Arya gave her a pouty look that Sansa
ignored.
Myrcella cleared her throat. “As much as I appreciate the informative talk
about my little brother's sexual prowess, I do feel obligated to point out that
we are operating under a somewhat troublesome time deadline here.”
Tyrion chuckled, and stepped over to Myrcella, wrapping an arm around her slim
waist and pulling her to him. She was still only barely taller than him or
Arya, and she relaxed against his side as he held her. “She is right,” Tyrion
said, and looked directly at Sansa. “I want you to know, you've done better
than I could have ever dreamed you would have. You took to this, and flew with
it. You are an admiration.”
Sansa glowed with the praise, and bowed. “Perhaps, before you tell me what the
next stage of your plan is, you'll allow me one question?”
“Of course.”
“Why is my brother here? Jon? He says father told him to come here with all
haste, just before he could take his vows at the Night's Watch. He's been
anxious and angry, since he got here.”
Tyrion smiled broadly. “Send for him, immediately. He's a part of this, he
needs to know everything.”
Sansa did so, walking over to the door, opening it a crack, sending a servant
sprinting away. A few minutes later, the door opened again, and in stepped Jon
Snow, dressed simply, his black locks hanging around his face. He had a sword
belted on his waist, and rested his palm on it with an easy grace. He was a
dangerous man, Tyrion could tell. Jaime had that same casual grace about him,
as well.
“Jon. Welcome. Come here, lad. We have important matters to discuss.”
Jon walked over, and noticed Arya, blinking in surprise as he recognized his
wild, untamed sister in the lady-like-figure before him. She grinned at him,
and stood on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek.
“What's going on?” Jon asked softly.
And Tyrion explained. He spun his story out slowly, filling in the back spots
as required, telling them all first of his mission and trip to Pentos, his
discovery there. Daenerys took her cloak off, and watched Sansa and Jon
closely. Jon stared at her for a long time, his eyes full of wonder. Tyrion
took this as a good sign, and continued through his narrative of their trip to
Winterfel, and what Ned had revealed there. Jon took it in silence, though his
eyes looked ready to fall out of his head, and his hand tightened on his sword
hilt until his knuckles turned white. Daenerys laid a hand upon his forearm
softly, and he started, staring at her again, his grip relaxing, and she
offered him a faint, beautiful smile, and he returned it slowly. Tyrion went
on, detailing his “agreement” with Cersei, and how Cersei and Jamie would be
sent away, one less obstacle in their path on this road they were on.
By the time he finished, Sansa was smiling. “I can give the throne to Daenerys,
that solves that issue, and also the problem with the unsure succession line
leading to Tommen. There's only one person I foresee having an issue with
this.”
“Stannis?”
“Stannis,” she nodded. “Word at court is that he is trying to discredit
Joffrey. He probably hasn't heard how short Joffrey's reign was, but if the
throne were pass to Tommen, he would declare war outright. And if I pass it to
Daenerys...”
“He'll still declare war outright. And he will try to recruit his brother,
Renly, and they will attempt to march on King's Landing. And when they do, they
will find the might of the Seven Kingdoms arrayed against them, and they will
be defeated, and we can rest easy.”
“They're not much of a threat,” Myrcella added dryly. “I've been to
Dragonstone. Stannis has at most two score men at arms, if that.” She giggled
suddenly. “I imagine the city guard would mistake his attack as a drunken
squalor and put it down themselves.”
Tyrion smiled. “With Renly at his side, he would have a little more force, but
truthfully, nothing to fear. One house against six? He will fall, and that will
be the end of it. The only battle that needs be fought.”
Daenerys leaned forward. “We spoke before, of certain marriage contracts and
the expansion of them.”
Tyrion nodded. “Yes. And new positions, that we may have to create to assist in
our most... steadfast allies.” He eyed Sansa as he spoke. He needed to figure a
just reward for the girl. She had done everything and more he could have
expected from her.
“I wish to marry you, and Jon.” Daenerys looked at Jon intently. “You are my
kin. My family. We are the only Targaryens left in the world. It is up to us to
continue our line. You would of course take Targaryen as your surname. And you
would be King, and I your Queen. Tyrion will serve us well as Hand, and he will
be my second-husband, with my sister-wives, Myrcella and Arya. We will have to
figure something out about the possibility of pregnancy...”
“Simple,” Tyrion said. “I don't cum within you, I can't get you pregnant. We
let Jon do that, to continue the Targaryen dynasty. That should be the only
restriction necessary; until you've conceived at least one child. Then perhaps
we can talk about another at that time.”
“You have no qualms if Jon were to impregnate Arya, or Myrcella?” Daenerys
asked.
Tyrion smiled, and looked at Jon, who had his mouth open, and was looking
rather pale. “He'd have to beat me to it, but no. Targaryen and Lannister. We
shall be intertwined.”
Sansa cleared her throat. “Then, I would like leave to marry Tommen and
Margaery. The three of us together. I'm... not entirely sure what we shall do
here at court, but. I would like that.”
Daenerys nodded, with a smile. “It shall be so, then. But, you have set a
rumor...” Daenerys frowned. “See to it that he does his duty, and gets you with
child soon, so you can pass it off as Joffrey's child. As for Tommen himself,
he will still be Princess Myrcella's brother, and will be welcome to live here
in King's Landing. I shall restructure your Small Council, and he will be
invited to take a seat. We will find a more official title in the future for
him.”
Tyrion smiled. It was done. His plan had come together at last.
* * * * * * *
“I present to you, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven
Kingdoms, First of his name, his Majesty the King, Jon Targaryen! And at his
side, Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of her Name, Queen
of the Andals and the First Men, and Mother of Dragons!”
The assembled crowd packed the entire square, lined the streets, filled the
rooftops, overflowing on balconies, packed amongst each other tightly, each and
every face straining to get closer, to witness the re-crowning of the Targaryen
dynasty. And as the announcement faded away, it was met by a roar, a clamor of
praise and jubilation such as King's Landing had never seen. The ground
underfoot shook as the masses stamped their feet, cheering and roaring,
chanting “Targaryen! Targaryen! TARGARYEN!” and shaking banners aloft. Most
looked worn, dirty. They had been hidden away, awaiting the true rulers return.
The rumors of that had been true, it seemed. Tyrion sat to Daenery's left side,
the Hand of the King pin already anointing his clothing. Arya and Myrcella to
his left. Two of the dragons were coiled about his shoulders, the black and the
green, the cream one draped about Daenery's shoulders. They had not quite taken
a liking to Jon as of yet, but they didn't seem to dislike him either, which
was a promising sign. Daenerys beamed as she raised her hand to wave, and the
roar intensified, reaching deafening porportions. The crowds surged against the
ranks of soldiers and guards that held the raised platform clear, their shields
holding back the surging crowd. There was no hostility in their actions; they
simply wanted to be closer to this astonishing moment.
As the King and Queen stood, soaking in the tumultous praise and adoration,
Tyrion and his other two girls slipped away.
This celebration would last well, well into the night.
* * * * * * *
Tyrion poured another goblet full of wine, and turned back to the bed. Arya sat
on the edge, dressed in a sheer grey silk slip that left nothing to the
imagination. He could see right through it in the glow of the firelight in the
room, and to say that he didn't like what he saw would have been the biggest
lie he had ever told in his life. He loved that girl, and her insatiable
appetite. Myrcella sat next to her, but in the nude, smiling at him as he
walked over, and took a sip of the wine, then held it to her lips, letting her
drink, then to Arya's. Then he set the goblet aside, and pulled Myrcella's
mouth to his own, kissing her fiercely.
“How does it feel, uncle?” she whispered as they parted lips, foreheads pressed
together. “Being married to not one, not even two... but three beautiful girls?
And one, your own family...” she giggled as he kissed her again, sucking her
tongue into his mouth and curling his own around it, caressing it.
“It feels great,” he said, when they parted again, and he climbed into the bed
with them, sitting upright in the center. Myrcella turned and crawled to him,
smiling coyly as she ran her hands over his chest and kissed him again. Arya
crawled over to his other side, and he slipped his hands down both of their
backs, squeezing their bottoms, pulling them closer. Arya licked his neck, and
then he was kissing her instead while Myrcella licked and sucked on Arya's
neck... then the two girls were kissing... it was a twisting rotation of wet
tongues licking and sucking, lips sliding across one another's and dipping into
mouths and running up necks and into ears...
He leaned back, watching the two girls kiss, seeing Arya's smooth tongue slide
between the small gap between their mouths, curling into Myrcella's mouth, her
own coming to greet it, to welcome it in. He reached for his wine, took a deep
swallow, and idly wondered what Sansa was up to...
* * * * * * *
Sansa smiled as she shut the door behind her. Margaery beamed at her, standing
before the fireplace. Tommen was at her side, one hand resting idly around her
waist, the other holding a book as he read. “It's all done,” Sansa declared.
“We're part of the ruling family. All three of us.”
Tommen smiled, and set his book aside, drawing Margaery down into his lap. She
giggled and kissed his cheek, but Tommen's eyes were already resting on Sansa.
“I hear there's only one matter to take care of.”
Sansa smiled, biting her lip, walking forward, allowing her hips to sway a
little more than necessary. “Yes. Only one thing to take care of, my husband,”
she whispered, bending at the waist, leaning forward to whisper in his ear,
“Put a baby in my belly, my love.”
Tommen shivered, and grabbed her chin, pulling her mouth to his own, kissing
her hard. Sansa giggled as his tongue drove into her mouth. She let him do as
he would, pulling her closer, feeling Margaery's hands on her sides, sliding to
the ties that kept her dress on, undoing them expertly. Within seconds, she was
standing before her husband in stockings and panties only, her chest bare, her
small nipples already erect with excitement. Tommen patted Margaery on the
bottom, and she stood, and Sansa turned to her, returning the favor, stripping
her down to her underthings in a matter of seconds while Tommen rose and
watched her lovely figure come into view. He smiled at both of them, As
Margaery pressed against Sansa, kissing her, placing her hands on her hips,
pulling their bodies together. Tommen walked around behind Sansa and pressed
against her bottom with his hips. She could feel his cock through his pants,
already hard for her, and smirked, pressing back slightly, making him growl and
thrust against her backside harder, running his hands between the two girls'
bodies and cupping her breasts, using the backs of his fingers to rub
Margaery's nipples as he tweaked Sansa's in both hands.
Margaery licked Sansa's lips as they parted, and smirked up at her, rubbing her
hips, her belly, then twisted one hand and slid it down Sansa's panties,
cupping her sex, and rubbing her middle finger against her bare, smooth little
slit. Tommen rubbed and squeezed her breasts, kissing her neck, while Margaery
stared into her eyes and slowly, so, so slowly slid her middle finger up inside
of her, finding her tunnel wet, hot, and ready...
* * * * * * *
Tyrion rubbed Arya's bottom as she crawled onto his lap, her back against his
chest, leaning forward to suckle on Myrcella's breasts, pushing the small
mounds closer to one another and licking first one, then the other, sucking
them into her mouth and flicking the sensitive nubs with the tip of her tongue.
Myrcella moaned and arched her back into Arya harder, one hand coming up to
tangle in her hair, holding her to her chest, the other planted behind her on
the bed, holding her upright.
Tyrion pulled Arya's smooth shift up, exposing her bottom, and pushed it up her
back, running both hands up her sides, around her front to cup her small
breasts and pinch her nipples, then back down to her bottom. He squeezed it as
she rocked it against his hard cock, and he groaned. The entire way from
Casterly Rock to King's Landing, he had been determined to make up for lost
time, so to speak, and had spent most of the trip with his cock lodged in one
hole or another. Be it one of their mouths, pussy, or ass, he had taken both
girls every way he could the entire way here. Daenerys had been the one to hold
out this time around, awaiting her other new husband. He could imagine how
voracious her own appetite would be now, when they were able to slip back to
this very room, and partake...
Arya had made a soft vow to feel Jon's cock in her tonight as well. She told
Tyrion that she had always had a very special love for her brother, but never
understood just what it was missing from their relationship until Tyrion had
opened her eyes to so much more.
She rolled her hips back against Tyrion again, and he pushed her cheeks apart,
seeing her little hole peeking up at him, and just the teasing back of her
little slit, slightly spread open from the way she was straddling his lap, just
the faintest teasing glimpse of her pink insides visible until she rolled her
hips back, pressing hard into his cock, making him groan again. He wet his
thumb in his mouth, then slid it down the crease of her bottom, pressing it
tightly against her back entrance, massaging it gently. She leaned forward,
giving him more access as his thumb slipped through the tight ring of her
entrance, easing slowly into her body. She gasped around Myrcella's breast, and
sucked on the nipple in her mouth harder, rolling one of her hands down the
slim girl's belly to cup her pussy in her hand, and gently pressing the heel of
her palm against her clit, making her moan and rub against her hand for more
friction.
Tyrion glanced up, the girls pausing as the door opened. Daenerys was the first
through, smiling at the scene before her, and pulled Jon through behind her,
who glanced over the scene with a bit of a frown. Daenerys kicked the door shut
with a foot, then nudged Jon, who dropped the latch down. Then she grabbed his
arms and pulled them around her waist, leaning back against his chest as he
pulled her against him. Slowly, a smile appeared on his face as she leaned to
the side, looking up at him. He glanced down at her, and her smile grew.
Tyrion flexed his thumb, still in Arya's bottom, and she shivered slightly, and
sat up from Myrcella's chest. The princess turned around, and slipped off the
bed, walking over to the new couple, and pressed a soft kiss to Daenery's lips,
then, looking up at Jon, she licked her lips, and curled one hand around his
neck, pulling him down as she rose up on tip-toe to kiss him as well. It was a
soft, tender kiss, but Jon still tensed slightly until they parted. Daenerys
patted his arm, then twisted in his grip to face him, and put her arms around
his neck, and kissed him herself, her mouth open, her tongue sliding out to
ghost across his lips before his mouth opened under hers, and his arms
tightened around her, pressing her to his chest.
Jon could feel her soft breasts pressing against him through the layers of his
clothing, and was reminded of the only girl he had been with... a whore, that
Rob and Theon had bought and shared between them one day. Then they had tried
to get Jon to take her, but there was something about taking his brother's
leavings that had irked Jon, and while the girl had been pretty, and nude, and
in every way enticing, touching and pressing her soft body to his, he had in
the end rejected her. Daenerys was different. He had not been anticipating
finding out so much about himself, and had in no way ever envisioned himself as
being King, but here he was... King. And here, in his arms, this amazing,
beautiful girl, who clearly wanted him for who he was, not because someone had
put gold in her pocket to be there. His hand drifted low on her back, finding
the curve of her bottom, and over the swell, feeling the soft, yet firm, flesh
beneath her dress. He drew a ragged breath as she parted from his mouth, and
licked her lips in approval, giving him another smile. Then she was slipping
out of his grip, and it wasn't Myrcella taking his place, but his little
sister.
Arya smiled as she slipped into the spot recently vacated by Daenerys. Her
shift had fallen back around her thighs, but it was so sheer, Jon could see
right through it, see the dark circles of her small nipples, the indentations
her nipples made on the cloth... she stepped up close, and stepped up on tip-
toe as well, taking his face in both hands and pulling him down to kiss him
softly. When her tongue grazed his lips, he couldn't help it... his mouth
opened, his tongue slid into her mouth. He groaned as she sucked on it eagerly,
pressing closer into his grip, and he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her
clear off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he could feel
the heat between her legs through his thin layers of clothing. He supported her
with one hand under her bare bottom, and felt a trickle of wetness escape her
pussy, running down the curve of her bottom to his fingers. He groaned again
into their kiss, and when they parted, Arya was breathing hard, pushing her
small body hard and eagerly into his own. “I love you, Jon,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he whispered back. Myrcella turned his face to look at her,
standing next to them, and gave him a smile.
“I love you as well. I may not know you as Arya does, but I love Arya, with all
my heart. And whom she loves, so do I.”
He smiled, unsure of how to really reply. He didn't know her; not yet, but she
was a beautiful girl. “You're a lovely young girl,” he said. “I... appreciate
your sentiment.”
She smiled fondly, gently. “You do not share it, yet. But you will. One day.”
Arya smiled, and licked his neck, all the way up to his ear, and sucked his
earlobe into her mouth, nibbling on it gently. Tyrion motioned to Myrcella, and
she made her to way to him, dropping to her knees before the bed, and kissing
his thigh as he sat on the edge, gripping his cock with one hand. He had
removed his breeches, and she stroked his length slowly with her hand while
kissing her way up his thigh. Daenerys sat next to him, having lost her
clothing as well, and he kissed her, while reaching over to feel a small
breast, tweaking her nipple, making her back arch slightly as his tongue
leisurely explored her mouth, and Myrcella took the head of his cock into her
mouth, sucking gently as Arya hopped down from Jon's grip, and began undressing
him...
* * * * * * *
Sansa cried out as Tommen licked her again, his tongue wiggling against her wet
pussy, sliding up from her hole to her clit, where he paused and pressed it
down with his tongue before licking up her belly to her navel, pausing to lick
it before coming upright and gripping her hips, pushing her shoulders down so
she was laying on her back, her legs pushed up and wide apart, her bottom on
the edge of the bed. Margaery stood behind Tommen, both of her hands wrapped
around his cock from behind, gently massaging and rubbing it while she kissed
his neck. He stood, and Margaery slid his cock head up and down Sansa's wet
pussy, coating his his head in her wetness before lining him up and sliding
around, crawling on the bed and pinching Sansa's nipples, leaning over to kiss
her, swallowing her cry as Tommen thrust into her, burying his hard cock
completely within her tight little body.
Unable to resist, Tommen immediately began to rock his hips as Margaery
straightened up and swung one leg over Sansa's face, lowering her pussy down to
her mouth and leaning forward to kiss Tommen, grabbing Sansa's legs and pulling
them back, opening her more to Tommen's cock. She moaned into his mouth as
Sansa's skilled tongue swept over her clit, between her lips, and down to her
wet hole, twisting and pushing in as far as it could before returning to her
clit, and fingers were sliding into her wet little hole, pushing in and curling
against her G-spot, making her moan and roll her hips against Sansa's face.
Tommen groaned, leaning forward into his thrusts, his hips smacking into
Sansa's audibly, her pussy spread around his cock rocking in and out of her.
Margaery licked his neck, and bit his ear, whispering, “Cum in her, fill her
up, put a baby in her little baby... yeah. Cum, Tommen...”
He roared as he leaned his head back and let go, unleashing a river of his cum
directly into Sansa's fertile belly, his cock pressed against her cervix, his
cum shooting through, filling her womb completely, overflowing down her tiny
little pussy and drooling out... but he didn't stop, slamming his hips into her
harder, he kept going while Margaery whispered encouragement, watching Sansa's
body spasm as she came on his cock, again and again, her tongue and her fingers
ceaseless in their own assault on Margaery's tender body...
* * * * * * *
Arya drew Jon down atop her on the bed, rubbing her body along his. He had
taken her shift off while she undressed him completely, and his hard cock
rubbed against her thighs, her tummy, her little slit... he laid atop his
little sister, kissing her feverishly while she worked her hands between their
bodies, grabbing his cock, pulling it to her entrance, pushing her hips up as
she felt his head part her lips, sliding against her wet pussy.
Jon groaned as he felt the wet heat of her body envelope the tip of his cock,
and couldn't help himself, thrusting his hips forward, burying his shaft to the
hilt inside of her body and crying out at the sheer intensity of the feeling of
her tight pussy wrapped around his cock, her velvet walls rippling as her body
adjusted to the sudden invasion of his cock, the heat and wetness bringing him
to a whole new level of pleasure. He flexed his hips, pulling back slightly and
thrusting even deeper, his cock straining against her small cervix, filling her
small body completely. Arya cried out and clung to him desperately as she
shivered, his hand covering her breast, tweaking her nipples. He thrust again,
minutely, and she cried loudly as she came, her orgasm ripping through her like
a tidal wave. She bucked up against him and he grit his teeth, feeling her body
ripple and tighten around his cock.
Tyrion watched, stroking Myrcella's hair as she continued to suck his cock,
slowly, leisurely, working her mouth slowly up and down his entire length, her
tongue never stopping in her licking, swirling, pleasure-giving way. Daenerys
was watching Arya and Jon closely, one hand between her slim, pale thighs,
stroking her sex, keeping it wet and ready for Jon to take her next. Tyrion
smiled, and stroked Myrcella's hair again. She looked up at him, her gorgeous
emerald eyes sparkling with love and trust, and took him into her throat, her
lips sealing around the base of his cock as she began to up her play, working
him now, instead of just idly pleasing. He grinned, and reached down, picking
her up and sitting her on his lap, facing away, her back to his chest. He
licked his fingers, and worked them down the crease of her bottom, rubbing them
against her little hole there, then stuck them into her pussy, gathering more
of her own wetness and lubrication and rubbing it across her back hole. She
moaned, and leaned forward, giving him more access as he fingered her bottom,
working her open for his cock to take her.
“Wait,” she whispered, and slipped forward, getting on her knees and elbows,
arching her back and pushing her bottom up at him, legs spread wide, spreading
herself for his viewing... and taking... pleasure. He grinned, and came up
behind her, gripping his cock, still wet from her saliva, and rubbed it across
her pussy, getting it wetter with her juices, then pushed it against her tight
little bottom. Myrcella moaned as his cock eased into her backside, then cried
out as he bottomed out within her with a bit of a push, gripping her hips and
pulling her back into him.
Daenerys gave her an envious look, then went to Jon, pulling him off of Arya,
who was shivering in the throes of yet another orgasm while Jon struggled to
contain himself, barely able to stop himself from cumming in her tight,
grasping pussy. Seeing Daenerys nude, he barely had time to wrap his mind
around changing circumstances before she was laying across Arya, face-to-face
with the younger girl, and pressing her bottom back into his stiff cock. She
looked over at her shoulder at him. “Fuck me,” she said hoarsely.
Jon didn't need to be told twice. He looked down at Daenery's tight pink slit,
poised just above Arya's own, and thrust his cock into it, driving it home with
one hard thrust. Daenerys cried out softy as he began to rock within her,
thrusting into her with hard, quick movements. She kissed Arya, who smirked up
at her, and wrapped her arms around the queen, rubbing small breasts against
the other girl's. Daenery's eyes fluttered, and she came quickly, her pussy
seizing Jon's cock in a vice-like grip. Unable to contain himself any longer,
he pushed in as deep as he could and came, his cum rocketing out of him and
filling his queen.
Tyrion rode Myrcella's bottom hard and fast, thrusting into her, making her
drop to her shoulders, cheek pressed into the bedding as he reached under her
and rubbed her clit hard and fast, making her cum two, then three times under
him before he thrust into her, spilling his seed into her bottom, and collapsed
across her back.
All of them ended up intertwined on the bed, sleeping before they even realized
they were tired...
* * * * * * *
Tommen came again, filling Sansa's pussy for the third time with his potent
seed, and collapsed heavily across her chest. Margaery lay breathing hard next
to them, trying to catch her own breath. Sansa had given her several heavenly
orgasms, and the poor redhead herself was barely able to think, move, or
breathe, she had cum on Tommen's cock so many times. He kissed her neck, and
tenderly held her close. Sansa came to her senses long enough to feel his cock
slide out of her body, and turned her back to him, so he could wrap her in his
arms, spooning around her while Margaery pressed against her front, sandwiching
her between her two lovers.
“I hope we made that baby,” Tommen said softly.
Sansa smiled. She knew they had... she just didn't know how she knew, beyond
any doubt... but she did.
She carried a baby in her belly now. Tommen's baby.
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
Cersei glanced out the window of the carriage as it rolled through the city of
Pentos. Her voyage, if it could be called such, had been largely uneventful
following a flurry of activity the first night on the ship. The captain had
“graciously” allowed her the use of his personal quarters, only to sneak in
that first night, when he thought she was sleeping, to try to rape her. She had
defended herself, and done so well. As he had climbed into the bunk behind her,
wrapped his arm around her... she had bit his hand so hard she was pretty sure
she would never get the taste of his blood out of her mouth, then rolled
backwards, depositing them both on the floor, with her atop him, his hand
gushing blood and a chunk of his flesh hanging raggedly off from the side. A
follow-up back-kick, then she had rolled over, and stuck her small knife into
the flesh of his shoulder.
He hadn't tried anything after that, and left her completely to her own
devices. So she had stayed in her cabin, and brooded while she sailed.
Word had reached her, even here, in Pentos, as soon as she had made dock, about
her son's passing. While a part of her heart broke and tore asunder, another
part of her couldn't help but wonder about the last words her daughter had ever
said to her... did she love Joffrey more because he was born first, and with a
cock? Tyrion had said the same once, a long time ago, about why she preferred
Jaime. That she loved him because he had the cock, and had been born first. At
the same time, Tyrion had been implying a deep-seated jealousy that Cersei
wished she had the cock, rather than the woman's body she had been born with.
She supposed, in deep reflection, that was somewhat true. Had she a cock rather
than a cunt, she wouldn't be where she was now, traveling through the city of
Pentos, where her brother had exiled her to. Call it what he will, she viewed
it as an exile. She knew better than to try to break the terms of his
arrangement, however. Littlefinger and Varys would be both in Tyrion's
backpocket by now, recognizing the strength of the alliance he was bringing to
take the throne, and they would be trying to ingrate themselves in his good
books, and if their whisperers heard anything untoward of her, they would be
eager to pass it along.
She just hoped beyond hope that he held to his word, and sent her Jaime. She
needed someone to lean on, to help her, in this situation, and she was afraid
that it would be a long, long time before he got to her.
The carriage came to a stop, and rocked as the driver hopped off, stepping
around to open the door for her. He didn't hold his hand up for her, to help
her out, leaving her to gather her skirts and step out on her own, baring one
leg to her knee as she did so. The man openly admired the turn of her calf
before she got her other leg down, and glared at him angrily. He winked at her
in response, and motioned to the gate before her. Three men, armed with spears
in hand and swords on their hips, stood in the open pathway, waiting for her.
“My things,” she began, and the man who had driven the coach laughed.
“Instructions were to burn whatever you came with. They're feeding a nice
bonfire somewhere, by now.”
She fumed. She had brought some of her most expensive jewelry, gowns with
her... things that Jaime had given her, made for her. “Who do you think you
are?” she growled at the driver.
He thumbed his nose at her. “I'm no one. Just a man for hire. G'day.” He
turned, climbed back up onto his coach, and turned it away, rolling back down
the cobblestone road. She stood staring after him for a moment, then two guards
were on either side of her, taking her by the arms, and turning her, leading
her back through the gate, down the pathway. She tried to distract herself from
the reality of her plight by looking at her surroundings. They were lush, nice.
Pentos was surrounded by a desert in reality but this was lush even for a rain
forest. Water trickled and splashed in numerous fountains. In one, several
girls were playing in the water, running as naked as the day they were born.
The oldest was probably around Myrcella's age, Cersei imagined, the youngest
barely walking. They splashed and played, ignoring the guards carrying Cersei
past.
More servants were lounging in the shade of several tall and thick trees,
conversing and smiling, happy. They looked up as they carried Cersei past, and
hushed, quick whispers broke out behind her. She fumed that she couldn't hear
what they were saying about her. They rounded the end of the path, passing
under a stone archway into the interior of the mansion itself. It was luxurious
beyond anything King's Landing had to offer, filled with cushions and shade,
water and fruit spilling out of numerous trays set about for guests. And in the
center of the room, reclining on a large pillow, was perhaps the fattest man
Cersei had ever seen in her entire life.
“Ahh! The wonderful Lord of Lannister keeps his word, I see. It is good, that
Lannisters always pay their debts.” His eyes sparkled, mischievous and so
glaringly... alive, even surrounded as they were by the rolls of fat on his
face. She sagged in the guards' grip. This was her new husband. A lifetime of
serving him was what she had to look forward to.
The magister looked her over, and motioned the guards to let her stand on her
own. She drew herself up, tilting her head up, looking down her nose at the
magister, not saying a word.
He simply smiled, and rose to his feet. It was quite the feat, she supposed,
for he performed it not only quickly, but efficiently and without any aid. He
walked up to her, and she found herself faced with the uncomfortable fact that
she had to look up at him. She wasn't really a very tall woman, but it wasn't
often she lacked the ability to be standing  above  others, in order to look
down on them, as a queen. He cupped her chin in his hand, turned her head one
way, then the other, then smiled at her again.
“Let's inspect the present, shall we?” he said softly. “Strip.”
Her cheeks flared, and she made no move to comply. He frowned, and then
motioned to the guards.
One grabbed her arms, twisting them up behind her back, making her stand on the
tips of her toes to avoid her arms coming out of their sockets. She squeaked in
both pain and indignation, then shivered as she felt the cold steel of a knife
slide down the back of her gown, parting the laces that held it closed,
sheering through the expensive fabric. Rough hands grabbed the edges, pulled
the gown open, pushed it forward and down, so it pooled around her feet,
leaving her in her stockings, slip, and smallclothes.
The magister walked around her, the guard still holding her arms twisted up
behind her, but he urged the man to step to the side as he was behind her. She
could almost feel his eyes burning on her bottom as he paused behind her, then
began to speak. “I am Illyrio. And I am your husband, your owner, your master,
from here on out,” he said, and gathered her long hair in his hand, pulling it
down and back, making her arch her back and stare upwards, glancing backwards
to see the edge of his face as he leaned over her. “You are mine, now. You were
queen. You were your brother's slut. Now you are mine. You will do as I say,
when I say.” He pulled her hair harder, and Cersei grit her teeth, feeling her
neck and back and shoulders all stretched to their very limit. “Swear on your
life, that you are mine.”
Cersei growled, and kept her mouth shut. He pulled her hair harder, and she
cried out in pain as her neck stretched harder, bending backwards as the guard
lowered her shoulders slightly, to allow Illyrio to pull her farther down.
“Swear it.”
“I...” she gasped, staring up at him. He looked down into her emerald eyes
without any trace of mercy in his eyes, and increased the pressure. “I... swear
it...”
“Say it.”
“I swear I am yours!” she cried out, and he released her, the guard doing so at
the same time, and she fell to the ground, tears leaking from her eyes and she
rubbed her arms, trying to get feeling back into her shoulders as she sat
upright.
Illyrio walked back around in front of her, and resumed his seat. “Come to me.”
She hesitated.
“NOW!” he barked, and one of the guards hit her back, lightly covered, with a
lash, making her jump forward. She staggered to him, and stopped just before
him. “Shift. Take it off.”
She reached back with shaking fingers, and undid the tie behind her that kept
it snug around her waist, then lifted it off over her head, standing now only
in her smallclothes and stockings. He nodded his approval, and stared at her
bare breasts for a long moment, then reached up, taking her hand, and pulled
her into his lap. She squeaked as she felt him move under her, until she felt
something rather hard poking into her bottom through his clothing and her thin
panties. He ran his hands over her body, fondling her breasts, rubbing her
nipples, pinching and tweaking them. And despite herself, she felt her body
react, the arousal pooling low in her belly, her nipples hardening. He smiled
as they got harder in his hands, and he turned her around, pulling her back to
his chest, cupping her breast with one hand, and thrusting the other down the
front of her small clothes. She watched the guards, standing stoically a few
steps away, watching as he pushed her panties down, revealing his fingers
working their way into her pussy, rubbing her lips, rubbing her clit, making
her wet however much she wished not to be.
Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, his cock was jutting up
between her thighs, larger than she would have thought. He tilted her forward,
and she caught herself from landing on her face by catching herself on her
hands. Then she felt his cock against her slit, rubbing against her entrance,
then...
She cried out as he thrust himself inside of her pussy, filling her completely.
He was larger than Joffrey, larger even than Ned, the largest she had had
within her in years. She groaned as he stretched her tender spot, and he
groaned, gripping her bottom, squeezing it hard, pushing and pulling her hips
up and down his length, pumping her on his cock. He was stronger than he
looked, she realized faintly, and moaned slightly despite herself. She wasn't
far from an orgasm, and he rocked her harder and faster, her clit rubbing
against his sac as he pulled her down.
She gave a slight cry as she came, unwilling, not wanting to, but he smiled,
and pushed his cock deep within her, and came inside of her, filling her with
his potent cum, then pushing her forward, so she landed on the floor on her
hands and knees, his cum trickling down her thighs. He waved at the guards.
“See her to my rooms.”
They came and picked her up, and carried her away. She hung her head, uncaring,
calling for Jaime over and over within her mind.
* * * * * * *
Cersei groaned as she was rolled onto her stomach, and strong hands pushed her
bottom apart, the knees on either side of her thighs holding her legs together
even while the cockhead rubbed up and down the crease of her bottom. It paused,
and she waited, biting the blankets before her, and felt fingers rubbing the
entrance of her bottom, smooth and slick, spreading some type of cool lubricant
around within her. Then... the cock replaced those fingers, pushing into her
ass. She cried out, and he grabbed her hips, pulling them up, driving himself
into her tender bottom harder, rocking within her harder, and harder... time
slipped away from her. She tried to count his thrusts, but gave up as they
become rougher and harder, until he was slamming into her bottom, grunting as
she felt his hot cum shoot into her. Then he was climbing off of her, leaving
her facedown on the bed.
She was left alone for only a few moments before another took his place,
climbing onto her, pushing her legs apart, fingers gently stroking her pussy,
making her body react, tickling her, teasing her to full arousal. She panted as
he tweaked and rubbed her clit, until her hips were rising and falling as he
slid two stiffened fingers in and out of her, panting with need and want...
When he slid his cock into her, she moaned in happiness, pushing back into him
as he fucked her hard and fast, his hips pumping in and out of her. She came,
her cum gushing over him, and he paused, pulling out of her, then pushed into
her ass as well, taking her in both holes. She groaned and rolled her hips,
still ready for another cum. She pushed a hand down under her, and rubbed her
pussy and clit, sliding her middle finger deep inside of her as he began to
fuck her again, moving just as hard and fast until she was crying out with
another orgasm tearing through her, making her body quiver and tighten around
his cock, and he emptied his load into her bottom as well, and climbed off.
This was a daily happening. She was Illyrio's wife, sure. But Illyrio was
generous with his property, and he loved having the previous Queen of the Seven
Kingdoms as a whore for anyone with enough coin. So, she spent the day getting
fucked. Over and over. Taking countless loads in her mouth, her bottom, her
pussy... she moaned as the next man came around before her, and rubbed his cock
against her lips. She opened her mouth obediently, and it slid into her mouth.
She licked and sucked as best she could...
A second man was climbing on the bed behind her, and raised her onto her knees,
pushing her bottom up high, then his cock was sliding into her pussy without
any previous stimulation. She was still wet from her orgasms, however, and
worked up from the cock in her mouth, and she moaned around it as it stretched
her out. It was huge, massive, one of the largest she'd ever felt, and she felt
the cock head battering against her cervix as he fucked her hard, his hips not
even meeting hers. She couldn't get it all inside, she realized seconds before
her mouth was being flooded with cum. She swallowed dutifully, and the man
stepped away... a young girl was suddenly before her, wiping her face with a
towel, making sure her hair was still in place, looking proper. She stared at
the girl, who watched her getting fucked with a smile. The girl was maybe six
or seven years old, naked. As Cersei watched, the girl climbed on the bed,
urging the man behind her to back up, pulling Cersei backwards, which he did.
Then she was laying before her, and spreading her little legs, pulling Cersei's
mouth down to her young, tiny little pussy.
Cersei licked her, tasting her clean, young little body, and watched the girl
as her breathing quickened, her pussy getting wetter the more Cersei licked at
it... she could hardly even believe what she was doing, licking this little
girl, but the man behind her seemed to greatly enjoy it, fucking her harder and
harder until he pulled out, and came across her back, his cum shooting up into
her hair, coating her back, dripping down her bottom, running down the back of
one thigh.
The little girl came with a gush of her sweet, young juice, and smiled as she
climbed off the bed.
Illyrio walked around before her next, and smiled down at Cersei's sex-dazed
eyes. “That's enough, for today,” he declared, and she collapsed onto her side
on the bed, wet and drenched with cum. “You have a special visitor... he says
he's here to stay with you.”
Cersei glanced up. She had been here... what? A few weeks? A couple months? She
was quickly losing track of time without anything to look forward to.
But behind Illyrio stood Jaime. Their eyes met.
Cersei felt the fire ignite within her, burning through her exhausted limbs.
Jaime was here.
Now they could do something.
 
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