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      Stark
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      Published: 2017-10-25 Updated: 2018-02-01 Chapters: 4/? Words: 7721
****** Tales of Winterfell ******
by Throwaway489
Summary
     Shameless Smutty One Shots
     First: The Stark Family goes skinny Dipping in Winterfell's Hot
     Springs
     Second: Asha visits Theon at Winterfell
     Third: Joffrey Wants something from Sansa
     Fourth: Ned and Lyanna share some wine
Notes
     All characters are aged up to at least 16
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Hot Springs (Arya/Theon/Jon and Jeyne/Robb) *****
She cursed Jeyne for having taken the game too far and cursed herself for
agreeing. But she blamed the massive quantities of Wine they had all consumed
for that. A simple game of truth or dare always got carried away with her
siblings, and with wine involved, and with their parents in White Harbor with
Bran and Rickon, things were of course bound to go downhill. Still, she never
expected this.
She undid her laces with shaking fingers, pulling the dress from her body in
spite of the cold in the room. Her breasts free from the confines of her dress,
she felt grateful her back was to her family as her clothes fell to the floor.
Her nipples hard and pink atop her fairly sized bosom.
In nothing but her smallclothes, she looked back to her siblings, who all had
the decency to look away, except Arya who stuck out her tongue. Theon looked at
her and smirked, evidently enjoying this more than was proper, and with a
sizable bulge in his trousers, Sansa felt her cheeks turn as crimson as her
hair.
She still had to remove her smallclothes. Closing her eyes, she exhaled, trying
to calm her nerves. Her hands still shaking, she quickly pulled her lace
panties down her thighs, diving in the water as she threw the clothes too the
side.
The water was warm and refreshing, the water in Winterfell's Hot Springs always
was. When Sansa popped her head out of the water, she spotted her siblings,
along with Jeyne and Theon looking at her curiously.
The Water was clear, and gave everyone a perfect view she realized, with a
flushed face, she moved to the edge of the Hot Spring to preserve her dwindling
modesty.
“How's the water?” Arya asked, moving closer to the edge of the Hot Springs.
Examining her sister with mischievous grey eyes, a hale empty bottle of Dornish
Red still in her hand, having drunk far more than was proper, then again, so
had Sansa.
“Refreshing,” Sansa responded after a moment, and that was the truth. Despite
the circumstances, the water was quite relaxing, combined with the wine in her
system, Sansa felt completely at peace. Even so, she eyed Arya wearily. It was
her fault Sansa was in this situation to start, and she knew that if anyone
could make it worse, it was her.
Not saying anything else, Arya rose to her feet and began working on the laces
of her own dress, before Sansa or anyone else could say anything, the dress was
pooled at her feet. While the others could not see her, Sansa could. She had a
pale willowy frame with surprisingly sizable breasts, large dark nipples that
were stiff in the cool air, and a flat stomach that showed a dancers body. Arya
pulled her smallclothes down her thighs, revealing more of her Sister then
Sansa ever thought she would see. She was far hairier than Sansa, with wirily
dark hair atop the entrance of her glistening womanhood.
Sansa gaped like a fish, sputtering nonsense and trying to convince her sister
to put her clothes back on.
Arya turned her back to Sansa, revealing her equally pale buttocks to her
sister, and her nakedness to everyone else. She garnered mixed reactions, Jon
with his mouth agape, Robb who seemed stunned into silence, Jeyne who was
looking away, and Theon who had the biggest grin on his face that Sansa had
ever seen.
“Are you stupids coming in?” Arya called out before jumping in the water,
splashing Sansa in the process.
Arya rose from the water, unlike Sansa who at least attempted to hide her
nakedness by sticking to the edge, Arya seemed content to give everyone a show.
Floating on her back with her nude body on full display and a smile on her
lips.
Sansa knew unlike herself, Arya was not a virgin, having lost her maidenhood
nearly two years earlier to a Kitchen cook, but she still wasn’t expecting her
wild sister to do something so vulgar. She was acting more like a Moletown
whore then a Northern lady.
“Well?” Arya asked, she stopped floating, and presenting herself to her
siblings and friends. Instead, Arya moved to the edge of the lake next to Sansa
instead.
Theon began taking off his doublet, pulling off the offending garment and
throwing it to the side, revealing a well muscled chest covered in dark hair.
Surprisingly, Rob and Jon made no move to stop him, and Jeyne was peaking at
the lord of the Iron Isles from between her fingers. Sansa enjoyed the sight of
him, and noticed that her sister was equally enraptured. Feeling like a
slattern, her face burned with shame and something else.
Theon undid his laces, dropping his trousers, and then his smallclothes. His
cock was already hard, springing free from his smallclothes with great force.
Sansa stared with wide eyes, and Theon smirked. With a warmth growing between
her thighs, Sansa watched theon dive in the water. The heir to the Iron isles
resurfaced closer to her then she would lake, knowing she could touch him if
she so desired. Arya knew the same, and hit Theon lightly on the chest.
It was Robb and Jon speaking in hushed whispers that interrupted Theon’s
retaliation, the two siblings seemed to be having some debate.
Both began undressing at the same time, pulling off their doublets, Robb was of
a stockier build, and his muscles were as defined as Theon’s, his chest was
mostly free of hair and had well defined muscles that Sansa looked at with
growing shame. Robb was nervous, unlike Theon and Arya who seemed comfortable
in the nude.
Jon was similar to Robb, with a lithe build instead, and while he had little
hair, it was dark enough that it was certainly noticeable. Arya;s gaze was
completely on Jon, and she was biting her lip as he removed his doublet.
It was the trousers next, and they took them off slowly, waiting for one
another, a barely perceptible shaking around Jon's hands. Robb glanced to
Jeyne, who was staring at Robb without shame. As they threw their trousers and
boots to the side, they paused for a moment.
Neither moved, until finally, Robb took off his smallclothes in one quick
motion. The hair around his manhood was the same red that was in his hair, like
Theon, Robb's cock was achingly hard. The appendage stood at attention, long
and proud. Sansa caught herself staring, and for a shameful moment, she
wondered if the Targaryens had the right idea after all.
Jon moved next, taking off his smallclothes. He wasn’t hard like Theon or Robb,
his cock lay limp, burt thick and heavy against his thigh. Arya bit her lip and
gazed with want, Sansa always knew they were too close, the confirmation
brought here no comfort.
Rob and Jon jumped in together, Jon surfaced next to Arya, closer then he
should have been, and Robb did the same to her. Although Sansa expected he did
so to keep Theon away.
Now it was Jeynes turn, and Sansa wasn’t surprised to her friend already
working on her laces. The dress fell away revealing a woman grown of with small
perky breast with rosebud nipples. A flushed face that showed her nervousness,
and neatly trimmed brown hair between her thighs.
None of them spoke, though it felt as if everyone wanted too, the silence was a
burden on them all, and it was of course Arya who broke it.
“You know, they're bigger than you.” The younger Stark sister said, speaking to
Theon. She was casually leaning into Jon Snow, who seemed stiff in more ways
than one.
“What?!” Theon shouted, indignation filling his voice.
Arya froze for a moment, then smirked. “Robb and Jon, their cocks are bigger
than yours.” She made an exaggerated hand gesture. “Robbs was long and thick,
Jon’s was about the same size as yours, but his wasn’t even hard.” Arya
explained, and Sansa imagined that if her father had heard those words pass
Arya’s lips, he would have either died from shock, or join the Night's Watch
from shame.
Reactions were mixed, but jeyne seemed to agree with Arya, and Jon and Robb
seemed content to sink deeper in the water from shame if nothing else. Sansa
was ashamed to admit it, but she had similar thoughts when she saw Robb strip.
Although she would not tell Theon, to do so seemed a bit cruel.
“Jon’s was smaller,” Theon defended, red faced and embarrassed.
 
“Yeah, but Jon’s wasn’t even hard, if he was, he would be way bigger then you,”
Arya defended her favorite brother.
“Arya, that's enough,” Jon chastised, his voice lacked its normal strength, and
even Sansa found it hard to take him seriously with his face that way., bright
red with a mix of shame and embarrassment.
Robb was swimming ever closer to Jeyne in the meanwhile, who seemed perfectly
fine with getting acquainted with him.
“We can’t know that!” Theon stammered out, his anger ever increasing.
“Yes we can! We can prove it!” Arya turned to her adopted brother, placing a
delicate hand on his shoulder. “Jon, get your cock hard,” Arya commanded, and
Jon sputtered into a coughing fit. Robb and Jeyne both looked over, Robb sighed
and turned back to Jeyne.
Honestly, Sansa respected that decision, and decided the widest course of
action would be to avoid Winterfell's three biggest troublemakers. The Bastard,
The Harlot, and the Hostage, Sansa was sure heard a story with a similar plot
before.
“Are you mad Arya!” Jon asked, and made to move away, not that Arya would allow
that. She grabbed Jon by the shoulders, and pressed her lips to his, because no
one could deny Arya Stark when she wanted something. Wet and nude, a woman of
surpassing loveliness, even the High Septon would be helpless before Arya’s
charms. Sansa could not her fault her bastard brother for kissing Arya back,
nor he could he fault her wrapping his muscular arms around the girl and
deepening the kiss.
But Robb would, and if he wasn’t currently making out with Jeyne in the corner
of the Hot Springs, Sansa was sure he would do something. Instead the heir of
Winterfell was content with cupping Jeyne’s breast as they kissed with drunken
lust. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and his cock sliding against the
entrance to her womanhood.
Sansa felt guilty at the warmth between her thighs, and the desire she felt.
She blamed the wine as her hand slid down her stomach to her her folds, and as
she slipped a delicate finger in, hoping to satisfy the ache she felt, she
realized she wanted more.
Jon and Arya had broken their kiss, breathless against one another. Her hands
wrapped around his cock, diligently stroking him, he was massive, as large as
Robb was at the very least. Arya was the experienced one here, and it showed,
as she guided Jon’s hand to her breasts, placing soft kisses along his chest
and collarbone.
“Your hard now,” Arya announced proudly, “Theon, do you still wish to do a size
comparison?” Arya offered. Angry as he was, Theon dutifully made his way over
to the raven haired beauty, although he was hesitant.
Arya turned from her brother, gazing at Theon with a smile. She kissed the heir
of the Iron Isles with the same passion she gave Jon, and he was all too happy
to reciprocate. He grabbed her rump, pulling her close and letting his cock
slide against her, his other hand rose to her breast and squeezed. She moaned,
and he trailed kisses down her neck leading to her breasts. He took her rosy
red nipple in his mouth, sucking and making the Stark girl moan.
There was a fury in Jon’s eyes, but Arya seemed content to act ignorant to his
anger. She broke away from Theon, and kissed Jon lightly on the lips, before
raising herself out of the water, her feet were the only thing left in the Hot
Spring, both Jon and Theon gazed up at her.
Arya widens her legs, giving a clear view of her womanhood. Pink folds
glistening with her juices and the water from the Hot Springs. It was Jon who
reacted first, diving between his sister's thighs eagerly. It was soon after
her moans and Rhythmic chanting of Jon’s name filled the room. She reached her
peak with a high pitched screech, her legs wrapping around Jon’s head.
Theon rose from the hot spring as well, unlike Arya who remained half in, he
rose completely from the water, and walked to Arya. Jon was not done between
her legs, and seemed to be feasting on her, so she was moaning with her hands
dug into Jon’s skull and her legs wrapped around his head. Even so, theon
approached her, his cock hard and level with her face, his meaning was clear.
Arya responded easily enough, one hand wrapping around Theon’s cock, and the
other pulling Jon’s head closer. She pumped him slowly before kissing the tip
of his cock. Licking the shaft, her hands broke away from Jon completely as she
dutifully worked on Theon. A hand to his testicles while one pumped him.
Robb and Jeyne had ignored the display in it’s entirety, and with Robb's cock
thrusting so deep inside of Jeyne, Sansa couldn't’ fault them. Jeyne’s own
cries of pleasure were muffled as she cried into Robb’s shoulder, but Sansa
heard her peak more than once already. It was Sansa who watched the display
with arousal and horror.
She couldn’t help but feel left out, but lacked the desire to join as well, she
tried to focus her mind elsewhere. Jeyne and Arya’s muffled moans proved too
distracting. Her hand once again slipped ever lower, playing with her folds and
biting her lip, Sansa slipped in her finger just as Arya reached another peak.
Looking back at them, Arya was now on her back, Jon Snow still diligently
between his sister's legs, one of his hands working between his own legs.
Theon’s cock was between Arya’s lips, most his cock in her throat, as her hand
worked on his balls, the other was playing with her nipples.
It was Theon who spilled his seed with a groan, pulling free from Arya’s mouth,
he sprayed her face and her breasts with spurt after spurt of his thick seed.
Seemingly covering her face in it’s entirety. Theon gasped for breath, and Jon
looked up from his spot, seemingly noticing Theon for the first time.
It was Arya who stopped a potential fight by getting on all fours, and
presenting her ass to her favorite bastard. Presenting herself in such a way,
with her fingers spreading her folds should have been a clear invitation, but
Jon seemed not to understand.
“Are you going to fuck me Jon,” Arya giggled, her face still coated in Theon’s
seed.
He rose from the pool himself, and lined himself with his sisters entrance
wordlessly. He seemed unsure, and it was Arya who sank into him, and Jon who
met her, burying his length into her, groaning as he slid deeper inside her.
“Big,” Arya squeaked softly, moaning like a whore in heat. As Jon began his
thrusts, she met them all, her cunt slapping wetly against him, her tight wet
heat engulfing his length, and her moans began to echo loudly in the Hot
Springs. Her hand slid downards, rubbing her clit as jon thrusted deep inside
of her.
Sansa own hand furiously worked between her thighs, and Jeynes own moans grew
louder again as Robb worked himself to a finish.
Out of all them, it was Sansa who came first, her cries catching nearly
everyone off guard. Jeyne soon followed, Robbs seed filling the girl as she
tightened around him, clawing marks into his back. It was Jon next, who came in
his sister without thinking, his mind clouded by lust. Arya came as Jon
finished inside her, her shouts the loudest of them all.
All of them were silent for a time.
“I need to Stop Drinking,” It took longer then a moment for Sansa to realize it
was her own voice that spoke.
***** The Kraken and the Wolf (Jon/Asha) *****
Chapter Summary
     Asha Greyjoy visits Theon in Winterfell
Chapter Notes
     Completely unrelated to the first oneshot.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Your a cute one,” Asha sat down across from the black haired youth with the
slender face, the same piercing grey eyes that every boy in the North seemed to
have stared back at her. He blushed at her compliment, and was unable to meet
her eyes. “How much for a tumble?” She Asked, her head turned to the side.
Normally she would never dream of paying, but she needed to relieve stress, and
didn’t want the hassle of courting a greenlander. It wasn’t like she could pay
the Iron Price outside of Winterfell either. She would spend a stag or two if
made her visit to Theon that much more bearable.
They had been sharing letters since their father died, Theon wasn’t exactly
happy about Asha being declared lady of the Iron Isles in his absence, but he
still wanted her to visit him. They would share a drink, and she would get to
meet the family that raised him because of her father's incompetence. It
sounded dreadfully boring in truth.
He looked at her confused for a moment, and then it seemed realization sunk
into him. “I’m no whore.” The boy seemed more sullen then embarrassed now, and
looked down into is cup of the piss that passed for ale in the North.
“Does that mean it's free?” She smiled, at his pale face was suddenly red with
embarrassment. She quite liked the look on his face.
“No,” was all he said, unable to formulate a proper response. She hoped he was
better with his tongue then he was with his words, otherwise the night would be
boring.
“Oh, why not” She leaned closer, and offered a predatory smile, and once again
the boy looked anywhere else but her face. He was the only decent looking thing
she saw since she came to the North, if he wasn’t a whore, then maybe her fun
could be free. “Why not, prick too small?” She laughed, he didn’t.
He stared at her, not rising to the bait, and remained silent. She rolled her
eyes, trying to decide if this was even worth the effort. Seeing her other
options, a pox faced man who missing more than one tooth, she decided it was.
“So is there a reason you're sitting in a whorehouse by your lonesome?” Asha
waved over a server and grabbed a pint of Ale. “Out of coin?”
“It’s not that!” He snapped too quickly, and Asha grinned at him. “It’s just
that…” He fumbled over his words.
She took a swig of her ale, doing her best to ignore the poor taste. “ Maiden?”
She offered half-jokingly, and was surprised when the only answer she received
was silence. “Really? I wouldn’t expect that from a pretty boy like yourself.
So you're still alone in a whorehouse, are you that nervous that you feel the
need to down a few points first.” She made sure to give him a view of her
cleavage as she stretched, exposing pale flesh, and was happy to see him
staring.
“Something like that he responded,” His eyes pulled from her exposed flesh with
great effort.
“So tell me about yourself,” She asked, pulling her boots off under the table,
and stretching much like a car. With a bare foot, she tapped the boy's knee,
and he looked at her with confusion dancing in his pretty grey eyes, she
offered a shrug and a smile. She moved to his thigh next, and began trailing a
delicate sole up his leg. He grabbed her legs suddenly, his face devoid of
color and emotion, and he seemed to struggle to focus.
“What are you doing?” He demanded, his hands wrapped tightly around her legs
and stopping her from moving further up his leg.
“Having fun,” She responded lightheartedly. “So you want to let go and undo
your laces?” She would let him decide, if he was that desperate to stay a
virgin for the rest of his life, she would find someone else to help her.
It was a long moment before he let go her, and allowed her to continue teasing
him. She didn’t hesitate to press against his trousers and feel the sizable
bulge, the boy being as pent up as he seemed. With perhaps an impressive amount
of bravery, he undid his laces with shaking hands, and pulled his cock free
from the confines of his trousers.
She pressed against it with her foot, pushing his manhood upright between her
foot and his belly, his impressive length allowing the head of his cock to peak
above the table, showing her a purpling tip that was desperate for release and
already leaking with precum. She rubbed against him lightly, enjoying his
feeling and the sound of his barely concealed groans.
She called over a waitress with a whistle. He tried in vain to cover himself,
but Asha kept on display like a prized pet. The waitress gave him a surprised
look, glanced at his unconcealed cock, and offered the two of them a smile.
“Can I help you,” the girl with freckles and dirty blond hair asked, her eyes
squarely on Asha’s new friend.
“We’ll need a room,” Asha said gesturing to the two of them, the two of them
shared a knowing look,“And a bottle of something Strong”
It was a moment later that the waitress led them to a private room with a
bottle of cheap wine from the Riverlands. Her new friend a step behind like a
sullen child, far too nervous and embarassed to add anything. He was at least
gracious enough to carry her boots for her as they made their way to the room,
although he did retie his laces.
When the door closed behind them, she sat on the bed at looked at the
Northerner who seemed unsure of what to do. She grabbed the bottle of wine,
drinking deeply from the bottle, enjoying the flavour on her tongue, she handed
it to her new companion.
She pulled her doublet off first, throwing it to the side of the room with
little care. That her trousers, discarding them quickly. In only her bindings
and her smallclothes, she turned to him. Showing him a young women with more
than a few scars, and ample bosom barely concealed, and long pale legs. She
also had a dagger strapped to her thighs, she took that off as well, but kept
it close.
He stared at her with lust, and eyes filled with desire, he approached her and
tried to kiss her, which she allowed. It was with shaking hands that he wrapped
around her and pulled her close, and began to kiss with soft lips. He was warm
she thought far warmer than a northerner had any right to be, but as eager as
she expected a maiden would be.
She deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue as she felt him, it
seemed every bit of him was toned with muscle he worked for, with more than a
few scars to his name. His kissing was sloppy, but he was better than a few men
she had that were far more experienced. She wasn’t doing it for his ego when
she moaned softly into him, nor did she stop him when his hand drifted to her
breasts to undo her bindings.
Her breasts bounced slightly as they were freed, her dark red nipples pointed
in the cold Northern air. His hand drifted to them, and he squeezed them
roughly, and squeezed one of her nipples, all without her permission, something
she secretly approved of. Her breasts pressed against him as she kissed him
again.
There was a wetness and a warmth between her thighs as his cock pressed against
her. Asha’s hands were under his doublet when they broke apart as she tried to
remove the garment, revealing a lithe boy with a well defined chest and black
wirily hair coating him. She did not hesitate to move to his laces, and he was
eager to help her. His boots and trousers were thrown to the side leaving him
in nothing but his small clothes, which struggled to contain him.
She fell to back on the bed, laying back and spreading her legs for the
northman. He pulled down his smallclothes, his cock jutting forth and bouncing
with every step as he approached her. He grasped at her hips, and her
smallclothes before looking up at her.
“May I,” He asked.
She nodded her consent, and he pulled the offending fabric down her thighs and
barring her sex to him. He made a sound, as if he was sucking in air and stared
for a moment His cock sliding against her wet entrance and his hands grasping
at her breasts. She wiggled under him, telling him to go further, for him to
fuck her like an Ironborn.
He got the message.
He slid into her slowly, and she couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped her
lips, or the way her hips bucked towards the northman. He was long and thick,
but she took bigger men who were far more experienced, the northman wouldn’t
make her squirm. Asha wrapped her legs around him, and pulled him too her,
bringing him down to the base inside her. He groaned, and froze, almost cumming
from the feeling of being inside Asha,
It was a moment before he started rocking his hips, and thrusting in and out of
her, his mouth on hers and is hand gripping her breast. Her legs remained
wrapped loosely around him as she met his thrusts with her hips, the sound they
made growing louder and echoing in the chambers.
“Gods!” he groaned as moved his hands to her hips, gripping them tight and
thrusting into her with all his might.The headboard rattled and Asha holding
onto the bed with a death grip with one hand, furiously rubbing the spot
between her thighs with the other.
He finished inside her with a groan, nearly collapsing onto of her as he
sprayed her walls white. His release is what sparked her, and with him half
hard inside her, she reached her own peak, crying out in ecstasy, and raking
his back with her nails.
In all she imagined their exchange lasted no more than 10 minutes, which wasn’t
bad she supposed for a first time.
He rolled off her panting slightly and with his cock softly against his thigh
as he lay on his back. His eyes met hers and she blushed.
She felt the sticky mess he left between her thighs, and a thought struck her
“Hey, what's your name,” She asked, turning to the boy who looked as confused
as she did.
“Jon Snow,” he gasped, “Yours?”
“Asha Greyjoy.”
Jon laughed.
Chapter End Notes
     If you have a story you want me to write, just leave your suggestion
     in the comments. thank all y'all who read and enjoy.
***** On the Road *****
Chapter Summary
     Joffrey wants something from Sansa on the way to King's landing
Chapter Notes
     Thanks to all who read.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Tell me girl, have you ever seen a cock before?” He whispered in her ear, and
she felt blood flush to her cheeks at the question. There walk had started out
well enough, and she considered herself lucky Arya didn’t cause any trouble
with the Butcher's Boy. Sansa wasn’t quite sure how things had ended up like
this. She drank more than she normally did, this she of course knew, but she
wasn’t expecting her prince to be so vulgar.
“No, Your Grace,” She murmured softly. It was a lie, she had seen a few. Robb
and Jons had shown theirs to her and Jeyne on a dare, and she had happened upon
Theon once when he was with a girl, but it would not be good for her betrothed
to know of such indecency.
“Good,” Was all Joffrey said in response, pulling at her dress and barring her
shoulder. He kissed her flesh, and she felt something stir between her thighs
as he trailed upwards to her neck, finally kissing her lips softly. He tasted
of wine, and Sansa quite enjoyed its taste upon his lips.
He broke the kiss, and pulled at her dress more. The pale flesh of her budding
breast was revealed. Sansa rationally tried to move away, but he pulled her
back. His hand roughly groping her breast. She felt her nipples harden,
darkened pink flesh stood erect in the air encircled by slightly darker
gooseflesh. Her small breast jiggled slightly as she moved, and Joffrey glady
barred her other breasts. He gave her a grin before taking her breast into his
mouth, sucking on the nipple and forcing her to stifle a moan.
She felt a strange feeling in the place between her thighs, a warmth and a
wetness that made her nervous but excited. She bit her lip as Joffrey squeezed
her nipple and twisted slightly, his green eyes staring into her blue ones with
desire.
He pulled at his laces, untying them. “Pull my cock out for me,” He ordered,
leaning comfortable back and uncaring who heard him.
Sansa looked around nervously before doing as commanded, pulling the prince’s
cock free from his trousers, and gently stroking it. He seemed pleased if
nothing else, and the tip was leaking a slightly clear liquid. He felt like
nothing she had felt before, and she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.
“What do you think,” Joffrey asked, a smirk on his lips that made Sansa all too
eager to please him.
In truth, if Sansa remembered properly Joffrey’s was smaller than Jon’s, and
comparing him to Robb was like comparing a dagger to Ice. Robb’s was long and
thick, and her brother’s own hand didn’t wrap fully around his own cock, let
alone Sansa’s. Yet, Sansa had no issue wrapping her hand around Joffrey’s, and
he was small enough that his head just barely peeked out of her enclosed fist.
His cock was honestly tiny in comparison to her brothers, but Jeyne had told
her men would be angered by such truthfulness.
“It’s Big.” Sansa lied, her face scrunched up as if trying to focus on
Joffrey's cock. Who looked happy by her praise if nothing else.
“I know,” Joffrey smiled, “Kiss it,” he ordered.
Sansa looked up at her betrothed, seeing if she had heard him right, and
Joffrey looked at her expectedly. She hesitated for a moment.
Lowering her lips, she placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her Joffrey’s penis,
the clear liquid leaking from the tip gave her an interesting if not unpleasant
taste. She heard Joffrey groan, and raised to look at him.
“Keep stroking, he ordered sounding strained.
 
She did so, doing so slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt her golden
prince. His breath was quickening, and his hands had returned to paw at her
breast. The heat between her thighs was growing, and she knew her smallclothes
were damp with her desire.
“Sansa!” Joffrey gasped, his seed shooting forth in great white spurts coating
his doublet and her hand, even staining her dress. She looked at the white
liquid in surprise, not quite expecting this, and unsure what to do with it.
“Taste it,” Joffrey ordered, his breathing laboured as he looked at her with
wild eyes.
She did so, taking on of her fingers that were coated with the prince’s seed
and taking it into her mouth, it was salty, but not terrible, she had had
worse. It was only a moment of hesitation before she licked all her fingers
clean, although she felt some of the liquid dripping down her lip.
He stared at her for a second before smiling, his cock limp and tiny now.
“My beautiful wife,” He smiled, and meant to bring her into a hug.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Every Generation *****
Chapter Summary
     Lyanna and Ned bond over a bottle of Wine
Chapter Notes
     Not related to previous Stories
See the end of the chapter for more notes
They sat across from one another in Ned's dusty old chambers, no one ever
having bothered to clean them out since he left for the vale four years prior.
A bottle of Wine that Lyanna stole for the evening and a few wax candles which
smelled of pine were there only other company for the evening
"Do you expect me to believe that Ned?" She could not help but stare at her
older brother a bit incredulously, but he refused to meet her gaze. His lightly
stubbled cheeks were a curious shade of red as well.
"I expected us never to discuss this," He answered after a moment, he quickly
grabbed for the wine Lyanna taking a large mouthful which dripped down his
chin. Embarrassed, Ned gave her a heated glare. Honestly, as if it was her
fault that he was a maiden.
"I just thought that being best friends with Robert you would have lost your
maidenhood ages ago," She laughed at Ned's discomfort, then grabbed the wine
from him falling across his lap as she did, perhaps she should not have drunk
so much? "How many bastards is he up to now?" She asked, turning her back as
she sprawled across him.
"Still one," Ned dismissed quickly, he helped her move, and she sat by his
side, closer then proper, but she and Ned have always been close. "You're a
maiden as well, so I don't know your laughing."
That killed her good mood, for the most part, it wasn't fair, Brandon could lay
with anyone, and no one would question it, but if she lay with a man, she would
be damaged goods. "Are you sure about that Ned?"
Well, she could at least mess with Ned for a bit.
"You've been gone a long time brother, and not all of us are as virtuous as
you." She brushed her hand across his cheek, and he flinched away.
"Lyanna, you wouldn't have done something so foolish," He seemed unsure, and
his statement was laced with concern "No one would dare take the maidenhood of
the Lord of Winterfell's daughter in his castle, not even Aerys is so mad."
"You write, but you love how I love to ride," She came close to his ear and
whispered, "In more than one way." The light blush on Ned's cheeks turned full
crimson, and he tried to pull away, but she held him close and allowed herself
to lean into his chest. "One day I rode to a sawmill with only a nice young man
there." The lies came easy and were based on the books she so frequently bought
on her visits to White Harbor.
The Conquests of Aegon the Unworthy were some of her favorites, but they lacked
passion. Everyone has A Summer was a strange read, and poorly disguised smut,
but was kept her company on cold winter nights. Then there was Tales of
Winterfell, poorly written but it helped fuel her imagination. Each chapter was
a supposedly true story of the Starks of Winterfell and their secret passions.
The Story of the Stark Siblings in the Hot Springs, or When one Stark bedded
his best friends wife in his castle, even repulsive stories of some Stark girls
eagerly playing with direwolves. Those stories sickened her, and they excited
her.
"Lyanna," his face was flushed, and he was uncomfortable, she brushed a finger
along his chest.
"Do you not wish to hear of how you darling sister was deflowered," She teased,
and he said nothing, so she decided to continue with her little fantasy. "It
was snowing, and he was kind enough to let me in, so I didn't freeze in the
cold." He took the wine from her and drank it.
"I admit to being eager, and he was comely with Grey eyes like yours and hands
that were calloused from honest work. I stepped out of my freezing clothes, and
I insisted he did much the same," In all Lyanna's fantasies she was in control,
the opposite of her reality. She nuzzled in Ned's neck and smelled his scent,
almost unfamiliar from his long absence. His hands rested on her side, and
slowly the face in her fantasy morphed. She could hear Ned's quickening
heartbeat. "He was eager as I, and as well muscled as your darling friend
Robert."
"I see," Ned looked away from her, she trailed his chest lazily with a hand,
well-muscled he was, but not as obscene as Robert or the Non-existant Saw-Mill
worker she was dreaming about.
"If it makes you feel, better his cock was average," The vulgarity of her words
briefly shook Ned, but he returned to fake indifference soon. "Still I was
nervous, my first time, I didn't know something like that was considered
average, so I tried to prepare myself. I used my mouth on him as I used my hand
on myself," There was a heat and wetness between her legs, staining her lace
panties. Her thighs squeezed together, after Ned, she would catch up on her
stories and taker care of her itch."I couldn't fit it all in my mouth," She
stuck out her tongue and opened her mouth wide for emphasis. She took the wine
back from him without a word. "Do you want to see what I did?"
"Yes," He answered after a moment, Lyanna not expecting an answer smiled a bit.
"Perv," She kissed his cheek, before chastely kissing his lips which shocked
them both. "Now let me show you." She moved away from Ned sitting across from
him now before starting.
Lyanna licked the tip of the wine bottle, circling the glass ring with her
tongue and enjoying the flavor. Ned watched her with wide eyes, and she winked.
She continued, taking a bit of the neck of the wine bottle in her mouth and
bobbed her head up and down. She had practiced this before, generally, with a
carved tusk she had bought from White Harbor, but the effect was the same.
Without much effort, she relaxed the muscles in her throat and deepthroated the
neck of the wine bottle. She removed the bottle from her throat, her saliva
still along the bottle. She ordered Ned to drink before continuing her story
which he did without hesitating.
"Good boy," She said, stretching her legs and resting her feet on Ned's lap.
She wasn't expecting to feel something hard, and certainly not something that
big. It was her turn to blush, although Ned did not say anything. "I guess I'm
a good storyteller," She said slowly, "I wasn't expecting you to be that
excited."
"Neither was I," He drank more wine and offered the bottle, she took it gladly.
"As I was saying," She didn't move her legs, she was quite comfortable. "I
prepared myself with my hand while sucking his cock," The words came easy now,
"It wasn't long before he led me to the bedroom, Gods Ned it was everything I
could have dreamed of. He took me slowly, his cock inched his way inside of me,
and I never felt so full. He pumped his hips, and I met him his thrust with my
own, I felt ready to burst." She bit her lip and closed her eyes, to imagined
the feeling,"We finished together, he splattered his seed all over my belly."
She curled her toes, brushing them along her brother's cock which struggled in
his trousers.
"Lyanna," He breathed heavily.
"Show it to me," She said, still rubbing him with her feet. She never even
realized she could do this, the idea of sweet Ned enjoying was just adding fuel
to her fire. "I promise not to touch," She poked his throbbing cock with her
toes, which were painted Blue like a whore fresh from Mereen.
"You scrunch up your nose when you lie," He informed her, and she rolled her
eyes but filed that information for later.
"Do you care," She smiled, Ned asked for the wine before working on his
laces.His hands shook, and she almost offered to it herself before he
succeeded. He pulled his trousers and smallclothes down in a quick motion, his
cock free stood straight and hard pointing to the ceiling. It was surrounded by
thick, coarse hair that covered his balls, the opposite the men in her stories,
and even the opposite of herself. She kept herself shaved or at the very least
trimmed as was the fashion in White Harbor. His manhood looked thick and long,
the tip covered by his foreskin leaked a clear liquid that she almost wanted to
taste.
She pressed her foot against his length; he was longer than her foot and even
the carved mammoth tusk she used on lonely nights, so thick she doubted she
could wrap her hand around. "Your big," she said slowly, she rubbed him up and
down with one foot while her other rested on his heavy balls, unsure of her
next move. She put a foot on either side of his manhood before moving up and
down, massaging his cock diligently, taking extra effort to pull back the
foreskin and rub his tip. She couldn't resist, she leaned closer to her
brother, she used her pinky to go up along his shaft and stop at his tip,
gather the clear fluid he leaked so generously all over feet. She tasted it and
found it not entirely unpleasant.
"Let me see you," he asked quietly, and she was happy to oblige him. She pulled
away her feet and moved to sit on Ned's bed, he watched her, and when she
gestured for him to come forward, he did, sitting before her with his cock
still on display. Her smallclothes were soaked through by this point, little
more than a damp rag, so she pulled them off through her dress and shimmied
them down her legs. She held them in front of Ned who was unable to look away,
and she threw them into a corner without thinking.
She exhaled before pulling her dress up and displaying her pussy to Ned, the
first man to ever see her in such a state. She was pink and wet to the point
she was dripping onto Ned's bed. She was hairless as well. He stood to his full
height, looking like a man possessed and she felt an ounce of fear and
something else. His lips were on hers in a second, her mouth opened for his
tongue and he grabbed her holding her close. His cock pressed against her belly
as they fumbled together. They pulled apart, her lips red and swollen as she
breathed hard.
He kissed her cheek and moved down to her neck, nuzzled against her skin
licking and sucking as he went. She let a soft squeak and shivered as he moved
lower still, his head buried in her breasts and his hands grabbing at her
teats. He did not ask permission to disrobe her, and it was so unlike Ned but
so raw and passionate. Her pale breasts were free and his, he was surprisingly
gentle as he licked her and tasted her. He explored every part of her, and his
tongue danced on the top of her breast before lowering to the areola, he
circled her nippled with his tongue and gently teased it with her fingers.
Before kissing her red nipple. Sucking and making her cry out for more. He did
one breast then the other. He was enjoying himself and took his time with her,
she mewled and twisted under his tender ministrations. He lowered himself to
her belly and kissed her navel gently. Her dress was lowered further still as
he moved downwards. He kissed above her pussy, and gripped her thighs firmly,
her cries were beginning to get loud, and she borrowed Ned's pillow to stifle
herself.
"Ned Fuck me!" She ordered with glazed eyes, and Ned met her gaze, the bastard
was smirking.
"No, I'm enjoying myself," He said quietly. He licked her thighs first before
moving to her pussy. Her pink outer lips felt his finger before his tongue
gently tasted her. He proved a patient man, and he made her weight before
slipping his tongue into her folds and gently stroking her insides. His stubble
tickled. With one hand she held the pillow to her face, and with the other, she
pulled his face into her. He sucked on her clit tenderly, and she exploded on
him, the build-up he had made left her as she reached a peak she didn't know
could be achieved.
Ned pulled away from her and decided to look at him. His face was soaked with
her juices, but he seemed happy. He looked her in the eye, sucked on his middle
and index finger, then happily dived back into her folds. His fingers entered
her slowly, and already she felt herself shake and let out a long moan of
pleasure. His hand's fingers curled at her G-Spot, bringing her to another
earth-shaking Orgasm. She screamed as her legs curled around his head again.
The door opened, and she covered her face with the pillow on instinct, her
heart beat faster as she hears two familiar voices conversing.
"Brandon," Ned shuffled as he stood from between her legs, his cock still
dangling from his legs. Either the God's had decided to bless her entire
family, or Brandon would have inadequacy issues in the coming weeks she was
sure.
"Ned," Brandon's footsteps walked closer, and she silently prayed he wouldn't
recognize her. "Hired yourself a whore" The Eldest Stark sibling grabbed at her
breast and twisted her nipped, she let out a squeak and could feel him smirk.
"Something like that," Ned's voice was stony. Ned hadn't paid for her, although
she did feel like a whore.
"You know me, and you never shared a girl, we have to do that one day," Brandon
had continued playing with her breasts with one hand, his experience shows.
"Doubt anyone could handle two Starks."
Lyanna wondered what three could accomplice, then decided that hell would
welcome her with open arms.
"Aye," Ned Answered merely, conversation evidently not wanted.
"Aye, sorry for bothering you brother, keep at it, and keep down, will you? I
thought you were murdering this poor girl." he grabbed at her teats again
before exiting, the door closing softly behind him.
Chapter End Notes
     The Stories Lyanna mentioned are chapters I either have an Idea for
     or am working on. Also, I'm also working for a second part of the
     story in Chapter 1 which will feature a lot of Sansa/Robb. Also, I am
     thinking about continuing the Story in Chapter 2. The idea being that
     Theon tries to hook with Arya out of revenge and gets shot down
     repeatedly in various situations.
     I also have a request for "Or really smutty fic where Jon Snow
     marries Roslin Frey instead of Robb and they both a virgins?;)" Which
     will be done sooner rather than later
     BTW, Ned knew Lyanna was lying to him the entire time but was having
     fun with the Story, He say's "you always scrunch your nose when you
     lie" to indicate this.
     As Always, If you have a story you want me to write, just leave your
     suggestion in the comments. Thank all y'all who read and enjoy.
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