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Confront Jeyne

2017-11-06T03:27:59Z

Hammerhead1004: Created page with 'Bran knew just talking to Jeyne was the right thing to do. Maybe this was all just a big understanding! It wouldn't be right to spread rumors, especially since Bran shared her fe…'

Bran knew just talking to Jeyne was the right thing to do. Maybe this was all just a big understanding! It wouldn't be right to spread rumors, especially since Bran shared her feelings (if they did in fact exist).

Making his way out of the Stark wing of the castle, Bran found Jeyne's room. Suddenly, he was struck with anxiety. He'd never really talked to Jeyne one-on-one. She was always hanging with Sansa, doing girlish things like sewing. Swallowing his nerves, he knocked on her door.

"Who is it?" She called out, practically singing the question.

"Bran," he replied, feeling foolish.

"Oh," she responded, sounding confused. "Hold on a minute."

After a few moments, the door swung open, revealing the dark-haired girl. She was wearing a beautiful dark blue nightgown with a grey sash. "Hello Bran, to what do I owe the pleasure." The words rolled off her lips so effortlessly, evidence of Septa Mordane's etiquette training.

"Hey Jeyne," Bran mumbled, trying his best not to look at his feet. "Can I talk to you for a minute. It's about Sansa."

"Oh, sure, sure," she said, opening the door wider. "Come in." He followed her into her bedroom, closing the door behind him. "Sorry if I sound surprised, it's just you've never knocked on my door before." She sat down on her bed,

"It's fine," Bran replied, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"So, what's up with Sansa?" She asked, slipping into a more informal tone.

"Well, you know how Sansa lost her clothes today."

"Lost? More like Arya Horseface stole them!" Jeyne snorted, resorting to Arya's hated nickname. "She can be such a bitch sometimes.

If only you knew... "Well, it was me who found her in the godswood. I ran and got her dress for her."

"Oh, how nice of you," Jeyne giggled, smiling. "Her knight in shining armor!"

Now here comes the hard part. "So, when I went to get the dress, well..." Bran scratched the back of his head. "I scaled the walls to get to her room. And when I got to her room, well..." He took a deep breath. "I saw you in there. On her bed. With Sansa's smallclothes."

Bran could see her visibly turn pale, her eyes widening like saucers. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Bran hadn't thought this far ahead and didn't know what to say. He could confess his own love for Sansa, set her at ease. Or he could blackmail her, as this was a pretty damning secret.

[[Confess his love for Sansa]]

[[Blackmail Jeyne]]

[[Category: ASOIAFSexyEdition]] [[Category: HouseStarkWIC]]

The Direwolves

2017-06-12T00:19:01Z

Hammerhead1004:

Ned Stark had much on his mind. Robert had asked him to be the new hand of the king. While it was a great honor, it would take him away from both his family and his home. As he did for all his important decisions, Ned had gone to the Godswood to think. Something about the cool Northern air and the tranquility of the forest cleared his head. And, as he always did, he had brought his lovely daughter with him.

Sansa Stark, Princess of Winterfell, was currently serving her father. On her knees, she was taking his cock in her mouth, taking as much of his impressive length as he could. Ned's father, Rickard, had taught him the importance of family. He had taught them that family should always be there for one another, in any way. His memories of triple teaming Lyanna with Benjen and Brandon were some of his fondest. Catelyn had been taught similar values in Riverun (the Tully words are Family, Duty, Honor after all), so when the two married they knew how they would raise their kids.

"You are the best cocksucker in Westeros," Ned praised, running his hand through her soft, red hair. Her pale body was completely exposed, her smooth ass raised high in the air.

"I'll try not to take that as an insult," Catelyn joked, entering the Godswood. She wore only a cloak, and one could catch glimpses of her breasts as she walked. "All these years and I still feel like an outsider when I come here."

"You are no outsider," Ned Stark replied, pushing Sansa further down on his cock.

"She has become quite skilled," the older woman comments. Sitting down on a nearby log, she admires how gracefully Sansa bobs her head on her husband's dick. "If only Arya could take it so deep."

"Arya is young. She will learn." Grabbing her hair, Ned slowly pulls Sansa off his dick. "Honey, I think your mother deserves a turn."

"Yes, Daddy!" She chirps cheerfully, crawling over to her mom. Catelyn parts her cloak and her legs, revealing her full breasts and trimmed pussy. Wasting no time, Sansa buries her face in the cunt that birthed her, licking up her mother's arousal.

"I think Sansa needs to work on her pussy eating skills?" Ned sadi casually, walking up behind his daughter. Spreading her cheeks, he lines up his impressive 9 inch member. "If I go south, she will have to impress the Queen." Using her ass as leverage Ned pushes in, letting inch by inch sink into her wet pussy. Sansa can't help but groan in enjoyment, plunging her tongue into her mom.

"Mmmmmm... Well, she's doing pretty good right now," Catelyn moaned, running her hands through her daughter's beautiful hair. "And she's definitely better than that brat Myrcella." Ned Stark finally bottomed out inside Sansa, fitting all nine inches in her tight twat. Pulling out, he marveled at how well her lips gripped his dick.

''She definitely takes after her mother'', Ned thought, slamming into her. She grunted into her mother as Ned built up a rhythm, her butt jiggling with every stroke.

"Thought I'd find you here." Ned looked up and saw his son Robb entering the Godswood. A strapping young lad, he never missed out on the family fun. Right behind him was little Arya, who looked at her sister's predicament with arousal. She was wearing a shirt, which was unusual for a princess but normal for Arya, but for some reason, she lacked pants. Her bald pussy was out for any and all to see, and Ned thought he could see some dried cum on the inside of her thigh.

"Couldn't wait till you got to the godswood, boy?" Ned asked, amused. Bringing his hand down, he gave Sansa a nice hard spank.

Walking up behind his mother, Robb gave his mother a nice, deep kiss. His hands snaked around her body and fondled her full tits. "Yeah, sorry Dad. I just fucked her ass though. I know you like her tight pussy." Watching his redheaded sister get fucked was making the young man very aroused. Of all his family, Robb found his sister the hottest. "Hey Dad, mind if I take a turn in Sansa."

"No, go ahead son," Ned encouraged, pulling out of her. "Besides, its been a few days since I've been inside Arya. With the king coming and all." Arya, excited it was her turn, ran over to her father and sat down on a nearby log. Ned got into position, standing in front of her and pushing her legs apart. Not wasting any time, Ned pushed the head of his cock in, making Arya groan in ecstasy. Arya was by far the tightest Stark, her pussy gripping any cock placed inside it. However, her father was persistent, fucking her nice and slow. Slowly but surely he got deeper inside the wild girl.

While Ned was penetrating the youngest Stark daughter, Robb had begun fucking the oldest. His impressive 8 inches slid in and out of Sansa, his hands massaging her juicy ass. His thumb probed her asshole, making her moan and push her ass out.

"God, Sansa is such a nice slut," Robb grunted, forcing more and more of his cock inside her. "She really takes after her mother."

"Awww, thanks Robb," Catelyn replied, getting close to her orgasm. "But...mmmmm.... But Lysa was the real slut of the family. She musta... ugh... must of fucked all of Riverun. Little... Little Petyr basically lived in her bed. Sucking her tits like a... like a babe every morning, fucking her awake." The childhood memories of her sister push her over the edge. Tilting her head back, she lets out a loud, needy moan as she cums. Sansa laps up her mother's juices as they squirt out, loving the taste.

"Damn, Cat," Ned grunts, driving into Arya, "You must have really needed that badly." The small girl was writhing under her father, moaning and groaning as loud as she could. Ned has most of his length inside her, and she was loving every minute of it. Missionary was her favorite, and pretty soon she was approaching her orgasm.

"OH FUCK Daddy, please, fuck me harder. I'm so fucking close!" Ned was also close, and his daughter's needy, desperate begging was more than he could take. With one thrust, he shoved all nine inches into Arya, his balls slapping against her ass. They came together, Arya screaming as loud as she could. Ned's cum flowed into her unprotected womb, only increasing her orgasm. Arya was a squirter and drenched Ned's cock and balls with her juices.

"Fuck," Arya groaned, coming down from her high. "I think I'm gonna need some Moon Tea."

"Definitely," Ned agree, pulling out of her. A mixture of her juices and his cum dripped out of her, which Arya scooped up with her fingers and brought it to her lips.

"Awwww, you started without us!" Bran complained, entering the Godswood. With him was Rickon and their two direwolves, Summer and Shaggydog.

"Sorry bros, gotta get her earlier," Robb replied, still plowing his sister. It was at this moment that Sansa reached her limit. Pulling away from her mother's snatch, she let out a cute, long, high pitched moan, cumming on her brother's dick. Catelyn, finally recovered from her orgasm, turned to her youngest sons.

"Sorry, boys, maybe next time you should spend less time climbing," she said, half joking and half scolding. "But don't worry. I'm sure the girls are up for another round. Right?"

"Of course," Arya replied, still exhausted from fucking her father. Standing up, she arched her back, her nipples hard against her shirt.

"I CALL ARYA! I CALL ARYA!" Rickon shouted, rushing to get his pants off.

"Here Bran, you can have Sansa," Robb offers, pulling out of her and giving his sister a nice slap on the ass. She tries to get up, but her strength is gone, taken away by her latest orgasm.

"You guys might have to come over here," Arya giggles, walking next to Sansa and getting on all fours. The two boys don't need to be told twice, practically sprinting over to their sisters. The girls shake their asses for their family, looking back in anticipation. Rickon has lost his pants at this point, running behind Arya, while Bran just fishes his dick out of his pants. Sansa has to get lower to accommodate her lover's size, practically lying face down in the grass.

Rickon grabs his six inches and shoves it into Arya, making her moan loudly. Ned's cum acts as lube, letting Rickon get balls deep quickly. Bran, on the other hand, goes for a different hole. Spreading her butt, he pushes his 7 inches into her asshole.

"FUCK!" Sansa screams, not expecting Bran to go for anal. She isn't a huge fan of ass fucking, her rosebud always sore for days afterward, but she doesn't complain. Turning to her right she locks lips with her sister, their tongues dancing in their mouths. Rickon is pounding into Arya as fast as possible, fucking her like a rabbit, while Bran is taking his time with Sansa's ass. Bran hadn't had sex in almost a week, focusing on his archery and training Summer, so he wanted to enjoy it.

"I love it when the kids get along," Catelyn commented, walking up to her husband. Wrapping his arms around her, Ned brought the busty woman in for a deep kiss. His hands roamed her supple body, squeezing her full ass. Without a word, Ned sat down on a log, his dick fully erect. Catelyn, knowing what to do, sat down on it, impaling herself on his cock. Riding him cowgirl, she began bouncing up and down on his massive length. Her tits jiggled from the fucking, Ned taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking on it.

"Hey boys, I think your pets need a turn," Robb told his brothers, gesturing to the direwolves. Both beasts were sporting massive erections, and were whining and howling for attention.

"Do we have to?" Rickon whined, enjoying the feeling of Arya's pussy on his cock.

"You can have the girls suck you off," Catelyn called over, taking Ned's whole dick inside her. "C'mon boys, those wolves are your responsibility."

"Fine," Bran relented, pulling out of Sansa's ass. Rickon followed his lead, and the two of them walked around to the front of the girls. The sisters stopped making out to take care of the dicks in front of them, both of them licking their lips. The brothers decided to switch, Rickon taking Sansa and Bran taking Arya. Both girls were greedy cock suckers, taking their respective cocks in their mouths. While Sansa could get deeper than her sister, Arya work the whole dick. She ran her tongue down Rickon's shaft before taking his balls in her mouth, making the young boy moan.

Seeing two open and wet holes, the wolves bounded forward. Summer mounted Sansa and Shaggydog took Arya, both animals eager to breed. Being direwolves, they both had enormous 12-inch dicks, so when they thrust inside their mates, both sister's screamed. The animals fucked like no man could, sawing in and out of the poor Starks. They fucked fast and penetrated deep, shoving more and more of their canine cocks into their bitches. Arya loved wolf dick, having fucked Ghost many times, and was moaning like crazy. Sansa, on the other hand, had never fucked a direwolf. She could feel the huge length ramming into her cervix, and deepthroated Bran to stifle her screams of pain and pleasure.

After watching the direwolves demolish his sisters for a while, Robb decided he needed some action, so he looked to his beautiful mother. Walking up behind her, he looked to his father for approval. Ned, knowing what he planned to do, gave him a nod of approval. Grinning, Robb lined up his cock and shoved it into his mother's ass.

"ROBB!" Catelyn gasped, not expecting the sudden penetration.

"Sorry Mom, couldn't help myself," Robb groaned, working his cock into the tight asshole.

"Oh, you dog," Catelyn laughs, her laughs turning into moans. "You know I love to feel filled up!" The father and son developed a rhythm, fucking Catelyn with hard and deep strokes. They timed it so they thrust in together, filling her up as much as possible. Catelyn didn't last long, screaming and moaning as she came. Robb could tell he was approaching his finish and sped up. Ned, noticing his son's increase in speed, also sped up, trying to fill her up together. Catelyn couldn't handle it and came again, collapsing against her husband. The second orgasm did it for Robb, and with a groan poured his semen into his mother's ass. Seeing his son finished, Ned released his cum, creampieing his second Stark of the day. Catelyn could feel the cum flow into her, and the warm sensation inside of her somehow made her orgasm a third time. All three of them were exhausted, Robb pulling out and sitting down on the log. Catelyn stayed on her husband's lap, holding onto him for support.

"I'm not drinking any moon tea," she whispered, pulling him close. "With you leaving, I'm gonna need another son." Ned just smiled, giving his sweet wife a kiss. Happy and still aroused, the father, mother, and son watched the rest of the family.

The sisters had both come about four times. It was impossible not too, with the two hung direwolves pounding into them. The wolves seemed to have endless stamina, their foot long dicks repeatedly thrusting into the soaking wet pussies. Through their exhaustion, however, the girls still paid attention to their brothers. Bran had his entire dick down Sansa's throat, his hands grabbing her hair. Rickon was in heaven, Arya expertly sucking him off. Her tongue played with the head as she bobbed up and down, bringing her brother closer and closer to the edge. Every so often she would take his balls in her mouth, sucking on the sensitive sack.

Then, almost at the same time, Summer and Shaggydog knotted with their bitches. It was like the floodgates were opened. Buckets and buckets of doggy cum were poured into Arya and Sansa's womb. filling them past their limits. The sisters came again, Arya barely keeping herself from collapsing. Hearing their sister's scream and their wolves howl also pushed the boys over the edge. Bran pulled out and covered Sansa with his cum, giving her the facial of her life. Rickon decided to cum down Arya's throat, making her swallow his huge load. Arya happily obliged, loving the sweet taste of cum.

Exhausted and spent, the Stark's took a moment to rest. Robb rested on a log and looked up at the trees, Ned and Catelyn laid down next to the water. Sansa and Arya collapsed, their asses only propped up by the two direwolves, who were still knotted with them. Bran and Rickon laid down next to their sisters, kissing them and cuddling with them. Unbeknownst to them, however, someone had been watching the whole thing.

"Ugh!" Jon groaned quietly, cumming. His dick shot load after load into the grass as he jerked off to the scene in front of him. It wasn't fair! The Starks all got to fuck together, yet Jon had to jerk off in the bushes. While Arya would let him fuck her from time to time, Catleyn made sure he never participated in the Stark orgies. Sighing, he leaned back in the grass and closed his eyes.

A whimper very close to his ear made him open his eyes. Nymeria, Arya's direwolf, was right next to him, nuzzling against his face. Sitting up, he saw Ghost a few yards away breeding Lady. While this was nothing new, he had never been approached by the other direwolves before. He watched curiously as the wolf sniffed him, as if she was searching for something. As she began investigating lower, Jon realized his dick was still out. He was about to cover it up when Nymeria raised her tail. Jon could see her pussylips, which were swollon, and he realized she was in heat! The gears began to turn in Jon's head as the wolf started to lick Jon's hardening dick clean.

FIN

[[Category: ASOIAFSexyEdition]] [[Category: Game of Thrones Short Stories]]

The Direwolves

2017-06-11T17:20:35Z

Hammerhead1004: Created page with 'Ned Stark had much on his mind. Robert had asked him to be the new hand of the king. While it was a great honor, it would take him away from both his family and his home. As he d…'

Short Stories and One-Shots

2017-06-11T03:32:39Z

Hammerhead1004:

Hey, this is just a place for short stories and one shots related to Game of Thrones. Just thought I'd create it to store some of my ideas, but feel free to add your own.

[[Sansa on the Iron Islands]]

[[Drogo's Prize]]

[[Drogo's Harem]]

[[Osha's Story]]

[[Daenerys is Desperate]]

[[Tommen Celebrates]]

[[King's Landing Riot]]

[[Cersei teaches Myrcella]]

[[Arya's Training in Braavos]]

[[Spoils of War]]

[[When in Dorne]]

[[ Stick Them with the Pointy End (ASOIAF) |Stick Them with the Pointy End]]

[[A Fuck to Forget]]

[[Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene]]

[[Gilly helps the Night's Watch]]

[[If Everything Went Smoothly]]

[[The Direwolves]]

[[Category: ASOIAFSexyEdition]] [[Category: Game of Thrones Short Stories]]

They want to play Mario Kart

2017-05-14T20:35:07Z

Hammerhead1004: Created page with '"Let's play Mario Kart!" They say in unison, jumping up and down excitedly. You agree, and the two run and set up the game. By the time you sit down on the couch, the Wii U is al…'

"Let's play Mario Kart!" They say in unison, jumping up and down excitedly. You agree, and the two run and set up the game. By the time you sit down on the couch, the Wii U is already on and the game loaded.

"Let's do kids vs. adults!" Dylan cheers, and you nod your head. Elated, the twins sit on either side of you and choose their characters (Baby Mario and Baby Peach respectively). You choose Mario, as he's the only character you know. You haven't played this game in months, and you weren't even then, so you quickly realize how this is going to go.

You start the first race badly, going backwards instead of forwards. You end the race in 8th, while Dylan takes first and Lucy third.

"Hey no fair, you cheated," you joke, which is met with adamant denials from your children. "Okay, okay, well best two out of three!"

They readily agree, choosing the next match. Before the game starts, however, Lucy hits you with a weird question."

"Can I sit in your lap?" She asks, in the sweet way only a ten year old can.

"Why would you want to do that?" You ask, not totally on board with the idea.

"It'll be like I'm in a real racecar!" She says, "Please, Daddy, pleeeeeaaase!"

"No, I want to sit on your lap!" Dylan pipes up, not wanting to be left out.

Who do you choose?

[[Lucy sits on your lap]]

[[Dylan sits on your lap]]

[[Neither sit on your lap]]

[[Category: The Second American Civil War]]

Agree with Kayla

2017-05-14T19:53:24Z

Hammerhead1004: Created page with '"While I wouldn't word it so harshly," you say, giving Kayla a disapproving look, "I think she has a point. You never leave the house, Katie." Kayla smiles smugly, happy you side…'

"While I wouldn't word it so harshly," you say, giving Kayla a disapproving look, "I think she has a point. You never leave the house, Katie." Kayla smiles smugly, happy you sided with her.

"I dunno," Katie mumbles, blushing a deeper shade of red, "I just prefer being inside."

"I understand that, dear, but you have to get out and socialize." You feel bad for chastising your daughter, but it needed to be said.

"Eric's right, honey," your wife agrees, sitting down at the table. "Look, there's a block party this weekend. Would you please come with us. There are so many nice boys in our neighborhood that you really should meet."

"Maybe," Katie says softly, feeling ganged up on. You change the subject to avoid further embarrassment, and dinner continues as usual. You can tell your wife is happy you finally criticized Katie's behavior.

Your family finishes dinner, sharing some small talk around the table. While your wife washes the dishes, you sit down in your favorite chair and crack open a newspaper. Apparently, there is a suspected spy in the capital, an illegal named Roland Rivero. These were trying times indeed.

Your children go to their respective rooms, and once the dishes are clean your wife retires to your bedroom, a book in hand. Putting the newspaper away, you climb the stairs to the second floor. All the kids bedrooms are on this floor, and you contemplate visiting one of them.

Whose room do you enter?

[[Katie's Room]]

[[Dylan's Room]]

[[Lucy's Room]]

[[Kayla's Room]]

[[Check on Hunter]]

[[Continue to your Bedroom]]

[[Category: The Second American Civil War]]

Defend Katie

2017-05-14T19:46:24Z

Hammerhead1004: Created page with '"Well, Kayla," you counter, swallowing some more ham, "Are you sure talking to boys is the more valuable skill?" Your oldest daughter is a bit surprised by your response, only m…'

"Well, Kayla," you counter, swallowing some more ham, "Are you sure talking to boys is the more valuable skill?"

Your oldest daughter is a bit surprised by your response, only managing to reply "What?"

"I said, is talking to boys a more valuable skill than talking to computers. Cause I don't see very many people becoming millionaires by talking to boys."

Now it's Kayla's turn to look stupid, playing with her hair. "I mean, maybe."

"I think maybe you owe your sister an apology," you say sternly, spooning some more corn into your mouth."

"Sorry Katie," Kayla mumbles, not making eye contact. Katie doesn't respond, but from the look she sends your way you know she appreciated the support.

"Well, computers may be important," Piper says, sitting down at the table, "You can't stay cooped up in this house forever."

"Whatever you say Mother," Katie shoots back, still happy that you defended her. You know your wife doesn't condone Katie's behavior, and also isn't thrilled you support it.

Your family finishes dinner, sharing some small talk around the table. While your wife washes the dishes, you sit down in your favorite chair and crack open a newspaper. Apparently, there is a suspected spy in the capital, an illegal named Roland Rivero. These were trying times indeed.

Your children go to their respective rooms, and once the dishes are clean your wife retires to your bedroom, a book in hand. Putting the newspaper away, you climb the stairs to the second floor. All the kids bedrooms are on this floor, and you contemplate visiting one of them.

Whose room do you enter?

[[Katie's Room]]

[[Dylan's Room]]

[[Lucy's Room]]

[[Kayla's Room]]

[[Check on Hunter]]

[[Continue to your Bedroom]]

[[Category: The Second American Civil War]]

If Everything Went Smoothly

2017-05-09T05:45:54Z

Hammerhead1004: Created page with 'If Everything Went Smoothly Sansa and Joffrey Sansa was giddy with joy as the men carried her to her wedding bed, naked as the day she was born. Most women hated the bedding ce…'

If Everything Went Smoothly

Sansa and Joffrey

Sansa was giddy with joy as the men carried her to her wedding bed, naked as the day she was born. Most women hated the bedding ceremony, with any perverted hedge knight getting a squeeze or two of royalty. While Sansa certainly didn't enjoy the gropes, and there were plenty, she was too elated to care. She was married to King Joffrey, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

She squeeled as another knight palmed her bum, and let out another as she was tossed onto the luxurious bed. Her king was soon in the room, angrily shooing the guests from the room. His crown glistened in the candlelight, and it truly made Sansa feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

"Damned Peasants," Joffrey growled, unlacing his dress shirt and letting it fall to the ground. Sansa knew he hadn't wanted the bedding to happen in the first place, but Lord Tywin had insisted. While she could only guess at his political motivations, she had felt his eyes on her.

"Yes, traitors all of them," Sansa purred, rolling onto her back and facing her husband.

"Are you mocking me?" Joffrey asked, half joking and half accusatory.

"Of course not," Sansa soothed, locking eyes with him. "Your the king, and I your Queen. In the morning you can hang them all. But right now you have more important matters to attend to." Spreading her legs, Sansa revieled her flower to him. The seductive words were still alien to her, but her handmaiden Shae had taught her well. The words definitely had an effect on the monarch, as when he dropped his pants, his member was as hard as the iron throne.

"Your right," Joffrey agreed, slowly approaching his bride. "Why talk of peasants when I have a Princess all to my self."

"Queen," Sansa corrected, sitting up and kissing her groom on the lips, savoring his taste.

"Queen," Joffrey agreed when they separated. Roughly, he pushed her down on the bed, her breasts jiggling with the impact. "I love your red hair. It's so bright and royal, and much better than the drab browns on most northerners." He lined his dick up with Sansa's virgin hole, the inflamed lips dripping with arousal. "But your not a northerner anymore, are you. Your a Lannister. Your mine!"

Without warning, Joffrey plunged into his wife, ripping past her hymen. Sansa let out a cry of pain, and before she had time to recover Joffrey pulled out and thrust back in. Tears welled in her eyes, tears of both pain and joy. She held them in, not wanting to upset her King.

"It's okay, my love," Joffrey said, burying himself to the hilt. "Let it out. I want to see all of you." Sansa smiled, letting the tears run down her cheeks. This seemed to turn her husband on even more, as he began roughly pounding in to her. She was still uncomfortable, each thrust a stab to her injured pussy. Still, she had been warned about this, and soon, just as they had said, the pain became mixed with pleasure. It was in this state of pain and pleasure that Sansa came, moaning as she did.

"Beg for it," Joffrey commanded, close to his climax. Sansa tried to oblige, but was to exhausted to do so. Regardless, Joffrey sped up his thrusts before shoving himself in balls deep. He unleashed a torrent of potent cum into her fertile womb, to Sansa's delight. Once he was finished, the King collapsed on top of his wife, falling asleep almost instantly.

"Goodnight, my love," Sansa whispered, wrapping her arms around her husband, going to sleep happier than she had ever felt.

Arya and Tommen

Arya raced up the stairs of the Tower of the Hand, pulling Tommen behind her.

"Shouldn't we be going to my chambers?" Tommen asked, barely keeping up with his athletic new wife.

"Don't worry," Arya replied, giggling, "We're almost there!" Nymeria barked in approval, the huge direwolf bounding up the steps behind the newlyweds. Reaching the top, Arya pulled her husband up onto the roof, where guards usually patrolled. However, there were no guards on duty tonight, and looking up one could see the beautiful night sky.

"Why are we up here," Tommen complained, already tired from the run up the steps, "I thought we were going to... y'know..."

"Tonight's my wedding night," Arya said softly, looking up, "And I wanna spend it under the stars." Arya pulled at the strings of her stupid dress, trying to get it off. She laughed when she thought of the night in the hall, who had tried to start her "bedding ceremony." He almost pissed himself by the time Arya was done yelling. No, she would undress on her terms. Closing her eyes, she let her dress drop to the ground, her bare skin exposed to the night air. Always the helpful companion, Nymeria grabbed her elegant lace smallclothes in her teeth and ripped them off, exposing her whole body to the moonlight.

"Thanks girl," Arya laughed, petting her friend behind the ear, "Now go and guard the stairs. Don't need some peeping guard to ruin my night."

As Nymeria runs to the stairs, Arya sees Tommen fumbling with his clothes. His shirt is off, but he can't seem to undo the knot of his breeches. Oh, her poor husband, Arya thought with a chuckle.

"Lie down," Arya commanded, slowly walking toward her beloved. Tommen was about to say something back, but the sight of Arya's nude form, barely illuminated by the night sky, silenced all protest. He laid down on the hard stone as his wife apprroached him, staring down at him seductively. Kneeling down she tore off the string and opened his breeches, freeing his cock. It was much bigger than Arya expected, considering how scrawny the boy was, but it was a nice surprise.

"I never thought I would like being married," Arya confessed, kneeling over Tommen's cock, the head just brushing her folds. "When they said I had to marry you, Joffrey's brother, I was mortified. I thought about running away." Slowly, she sank down his length, enjoying every second of it. "But then I met you. Your...oh... your not like the others. You...You would never try and...mmmm... try and control me." With every inch now inside the Stark girl, she bend at the waist, bringing her face close to her prince's.

"You'd let me be free."

With that, the two enveloped each other in a kiss, a fierce, passionate kiss. Tommen was so involved in the kiss, so deeply in love with his new wife, that he didn't even notice Arya's lack of hymen.

The two kissed for what seemed like hours before Arya finally broke it, grinning wildly. "Okay, enough with the romantic shit," she quiped, sitting up. "I want all of King's Landing to hear me scream." With that, she began bouncing on Tommen's cock. Her breasts jiggled as she rode the Prince, her nipples hard in the cold open air. Tommen took the hint and began thrusting up to meet her. It took them a while to get the timing right, but soon they found a rhythm. Arya's moans grew louder and lourder as the two lovers began to speed up

Arya was no weakling, but she was getting tired of doing most of the work. "Your turn," she teased, climbing off her husbands dick. Tommen was a bit dissappointed, that is, he was before he looked up. Never before had he seen anything sexier. Arya Stark was on all fours in front of him, her ass raised.

"You gonna put it in or what?" The she-wolf asked impatiently, wiggling her ass back and forth. Tommen scrambled to get up, climbing out of his breeches and getting behind his wife. Pressing into her, Tommen thrust in, splitting her folds with his cock.

"Oh fuck yes, baby," Arya groaned, losing herself in the pleasure. The stones were rough on her elbows and knees, and she knew she'd be sore, but that only made it hotter.

Tommen was so caught up in the moment that he forgot how shy he was and, on an impulse, brought his hand down hard on Arya's ass. She screamed in surprise and pain, causing Tommen to stop moving. They were both silent for a moment.

"You better fucking do that again," Arya growled, and Tommen complied, striking her over and over. He fulfilled Arya's wish; soon her screams were echoing across the city.

With one final thrust, Tommen came inside his wife, emptying his balls. The warm feeling inside her pushed Arya over the edge, and soon she orgasmed as well, squirting all over his cock. Nymeria howled as the lovers came, and somehow Arya knew she was with child.

But she didn't care. Pulling Tommen to the ground, she kissed him with all her remaining energy, before they both drifted to sleep. Nymeria walked over and lay next to them, keeping the naked pair safe and warm.

Bran and Myrcella

Bran chased his wife up the stairs to his room, following the procession of knights and lords. Bran was lucky to even have legs, or to be alive at all! When climbing in Winterfell, Bran had suffered a fall. While he lost his memories of that day, he miraculously kept both his legs and his life.

But that was all behind him now. Currently, it was Bran's new wife that concerned him. Soon, they were both inside his chambers, and Bran got his first look of his nude bride. Myrcella had lost all her clothes during the bedding, and stood proudly in the center of the room. Her skin was flawless, her golden locks falling down her back. But it was her smile that drew Bran's eye. Her infectious, carefree, perfect smile.

"Alright, let's give the kids some room!" Mace Tyrell, who was obviously drunk, yelled, motioning for everyone to leave. Soon, it was just the two of them, and Bran was at a loss for words.

"Your shorter than I thought you'd be," Myrcella said matter of factly, turning and walking toward the table.

"What?" Bran asked, caught off guard.

"Well, the first time we met was when we were saying our vows. I'm just saying I thought you would be taller. I thought all northern men were tall." It was true, this really was the first real conversation they'd ever had. Bran hoped she wasn't disappointed.

"Well, some northern men are tall. Some aren't," Bran said lamely, not sure what to say to such a beautiful girl.

"Interesting," Myrcella said, pouring herself a glass of wine. He skin was tan, as she'd just got back from Dorne, and it shone in the candlelight. "Sit on the bed." The command surprised Bran, so much so that he followed it without question. Turning to face him, Myrcella had the face of a predator, and Bran was her prey.

"I learned a lot in Dorne," Mycella said seductively, taking a sip of wine. "They taught me all about the art of pleasure. How to please a man." Bran's eyes widened. "If you were hoping for a virgin, doe-eyed bride, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"N-n-n-no, no, you could never be... dissappointing," Bran stuttered as Myrcella drew closer.

"That's good," Myrcella purred, sipping her wine, "Because I think we're gonna have a lot of fun together." Now standing inches from Bran, she handed him the wine glass. "Drink."

Bran again did so without hesitation, grabbing the goblet and taking a large sip. It was a Dornish Red, and made Bran's head spin. A bit dizzy, Bran almost didn't notice his pants being unlaced. Before he could protest, his erect member was out in the open.

"Tyene showed me how to do this," Myrcella teased, kissing the head before wrapping her lips around it. Bran moaned, taking another sip of wine as Myrcella went to work. She was an expert, bobbing her head up and down his shaft. Bran almost came then and there, but he knew he had to save it for her fertile womb. The Lannister princess didn't make it easy, deep throating his cock and massaging his balls. By the time she pulled off, Bran was barely holding on.

"Now it's your turn," Myrcella whispered, grabbing the wine glass and climbing onto the bed. Smiling, she laid on her back and spread her legs. Her slit was immaculate, a tight little pink flower. Seductively, she poured some of the wine down her stomach, the sweet liquid pooling in her pussy. "Come and get it."

Bran didn't need to be told twice. He had heard about this sort of thing from Theon, and roughly knew what to do. Diving his tongue inside her, he drank the mix of alcohol and arousal. The princess' body shook as Bran lapped away, savoring every drop. He quickly learned she liked it when he sucked on her clit, and soon she was wild with lust.

"Lower, Bran," she murmured, pushing his head down. Bran was confused, but complied, only to find he was face to face with his wife's puckered little asshole. Wordlessly, Myrcella poured some more wine down her body, the red nectar flowing down her crack and soaking her tightest hole. Bran got the hint and, to aroused to care, began eating her ass. He pushed his tongue in and out, eliciting moans from his wife. The alcohol was making them both drunker, and they both knew they needed more. Standing up, Bran lined his cock up with her wet pussy.

"No, no," Myrcella groaned, locking eyes with Bran, "The other one."

"But I -" Bran began, but was interrupted.

"There will be other times to make children. Right now I want you to fuck me in the ass!" Bran couldn't say no to that, and thrust into his wife's tightest hole. She screamed as he penetrated her, spilling the rest of the wine all over her breasts. Still fucking her ass, Bran leaned forward and drank it off her chest.

This was the last straw for Myrcella, and she came, squirting all over Bran's chest. Bran lasted quite a while longer, bringing his wife to a second orgasm before he deposited his seed deep in her ass. His cream filled her insides, some overflowing and dripping onto the bed. Pulling out with a pop, Bran collapsed onto the bed.

"You'll do," Myrcella muttered as the pair fell asleep, both dreaming of what round two would be like.

Short Stories and One-Shots

2017-05-09T03:05:33Z

Hammerhead1004:

Hey, this is just a place for short stories and one shots related to Game of Thrones. Just thought I'd create it to store some of my ideas, but feel free to add your own.

[[Sansa on the Iron Islands]]

[[Drogo's Prize]]

[[Drogo's Harem]]

[[Osha's Story]]

[[Daenerys is Desperate]]

[[Tommen Celebrates]]

[[King's Landing Riot]]

[[Cersei teaches Myrcella]]

[[Arya's Training in Braavos]]

[[Spoils of War]]

[[When in Dorne]]

[[ Stick Them with the Pointy End (ASOIAF) |Stick Them with the Pointy End]]

[[A Fuck to Forget]]

[[Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene]]

[[Gilly helps the Night's Watch]]

[[If Everything Went Smoothly]]

[[Category: ASOIAFSexyEdition]] [[Category: Game of Thrones Short Stories]]

A Fuck to Forget

2017-01-21T03:33:31Z

Hammerhead1004:

Emilia pulled the man into down the hall, determination in her eyes. She barely made it to her room and, finding she had left the door unlocked, pushed the door open. The man she'd found at the party was close behind her, eager to get between the hot actresses legs. Most men were, and usually Emilia wouldn't indulge their fantasies. At least, not after just a few drinks. Okay, maybe more than a few.

Ok, she was absolutely hammered, drunk to the point where she'd forgotten his name. Not that she would ever remember it, he'd be gone in the morning anyhow. Her jacket was gone, her shirt pushed up over her breasts. The man was far from gentle, practically mauling her breasts. Emilia didn't care, she just needed it, a burning desire to fuck her problems away.

The stranger roughly pushed Emilia to the bed, the drunken beauty now on her back. She hadn't worn panties that night, so when he tore off her skirt, he revealed her stunning pussy. A couple of days ago she'd worked hard trimming it to look like a heart. A perfect Valentines Day present for the man she had loved. HAD loved.

She was so wasted and lost in thought she almost didn't feel his dick enter her. She felt the sting though, the feeling of his cock ramming into her fairly dry pussy. She wasn't turned on, wasn't pretending to be turned on. If the man had been paying attention, he would of even pain in her eyes. He had other priorities, though, as he ravished his latest conquest. He was loving every second of this, Emilia's tight pussy pleasuring every inch of his cock. He knew this would be a night he would never forget.

Hannah was hiding in her own closet. She hadn't been sure how to react when two people had barged into her room, kissing and groping each other. They hadn't noticed her in the corner, and the actress had quietly slipped into the closet and closed the door. She left it opena bit, just enough for her to see what was going on in her room.

She quickly realized the other woman was her Emilia Clarke, a fellow Game of Thrones actress. You would think that meant the two knew each other, but that was far from the truth. Emilia Clarke was Daenerys Targaryen, platinum blonde Mother of Dragons. Hannah Murray was just Gilly, the cute love interest of Samwell Tarly. The two had never spoken, and were rarely even invited to the same events. It was a complete coincidence they were even in the same hotel, some mixup with HBO putting them just two doors apart.

She must of wandered into the wrong room, Gilly thought, resolving to give the girl some privacy. Maybe when they fell asleep, she would sneak out. However, something stopped her from shutting the door, something made her keep watching. Emilia's eyes. Hannah had expected them to be hot with lust and passion, but they weren't. They were sad, mournful, on the verge of tears. Gilly's mind spun. Was he forcing himself on her? No, she'd seen her pull the man into the room. Had he slipped something in her drink? No, she looked drunk, but not drugged. As these questions floated through Hannah's head, she didn't even notice the man take out his phone.

The click of a camera brought Emilia back to the real world. Her mind raced as she saw the iPhone above her, held by the man she didn't know. "Wait," she croaked, barely audible over the pounding in her ears.

The man paid her no mind, taking another picture before flipping the actress over. Emilia's was suddenly face down on the bed, her vision nothing but darkness. The man was still pounding into her, one hand on her ass while the other took more pictures. Pictures, no, not pictures. Pictures ended up online, pictures went viral, pictures ruined actress' lives. But she couldn't stop him, not now. She was powerless, drunk and weak and afraid.

SMACK! The stranger spanked her hard, hard enough to shake her body.

SMACK! Now the other cheek, and even harder this time. His phone was still out, but she didn't hear anymore clicks. He was probably taking video.

SMACK! She closed her eyes.

SMACK! She thought about the man she was trying to forget, the man who had betrayed her.

SMACK! She felt his cum pour into her, filling her unprotected womb. She barely felt it. She thought she heard him take one more picture, of her pussy, leaking his cum, but she wasn't sure. He was gone a few seconds later, leaving Emilia alone, naked, and hurt.

She pulled her knees to her chest, tried to forget what had just happened, tried to forget that cheating son of a bitch.

She failed. Then she began to cry.

[[Comfort]]

[[Category: ASOIAFSexyEdition]] [[Category: Game of Thrones Short Stories]]

A Fuck to Forget

2017-01-20T06:09:21Z

Hammerhead1004: Created page with 'Emilia pulled the man into down the hall, determination in her eyes. She barely made it to her room and, finding she had left the door unlocked, pushed the door open. The man she…'

Emilia pulled the man into down the hall, determination in her eyes. She barely made it to her room and, finding she had left the door unlocked, pushed the door open. The man she'd found at the party was close behind her, eager to get between the hot actresses legs. Most men were, and usually Emilia wouldn't indulge their fantasies. At least, not after just a few drinks. Okay, maybe more than a few.

Ok, she was absolutely hammered, drunk to the point where she'd forgotten his name. Not that she would ever remember it, he'd be gone in the morning anyhow. Her jacket was gone, her shirt pushed up over her breasts. The man was far from gentle, practically mauling her breasts. Emilia didn't care, she just needed it, a burning desire to fuck her problems away.

The stranger roughly pushed Emilia to the bed, the drunken beauty now on her back. She hadn't worn panties that night, so when he tore off her skirt, he revealed her stunning pussy. A couple of days ago she'd worked hard trimming it to look like a heart. A perfect Valentines Day present for the man she had loved. HAD loved.

She was so wasted and lost in thought she almost didn't feel his dick enter her. She felt the sting though, the feeling of his cock ramming into her fairly dry pussy. She wasn't turned on, wasn't pretending to be turned on. If the man had been paying attention, he would of even pain in her eyes. He had other priorities, though, as he ravished his latest conquest. He was loving every second of this, Emilia's tight pussy pleasuring every inch of his cock. He knew this would be a night he would never forget.

Hannah was hiding in her own closet. She hadn't been sure how to react when two people had barged into her room, kissing and groping each other. They hadn't noticed her in the corner, and the actress had quietly slipped into the closet and closed the door. She left it opena bit, just enough for her to see what was going on in her room.

She quickly realized the other woman was her Emilia Clarke, a fellow Game of Thrones actress. You would think that meant the two knew each other, but that was far from the truth. Emilia Clarke was Daenerys Targaryen, platinum blonde Mother of Dragons. Hannah Murray was just Gilly, the cute love interest of Samwell Tarly. The two had never spoken, and were rarely even invited to the same events. It was a complete coincidence they were even in the same hotel, some mixup with HBO putting them just two doors apart.

She must of wandered into the wrong room, Gilly thought, resolving to give the girl some privacy. Maybe when they fell asleep, she would sneak out. However, something stopped her from shutting the door, something made her keep watching. Emilia's eyes. Hannah had expected them to be hot with lust and passion, but they weren't. They were sad, mournful, on the verge of tears. Gilly's mind spun. Was he forcing himself on her? No, she'd seen her pull the man into the room. Had he slipped something in her drink? No, she looked drunk, but not drugged. As these questions floated through Hannah's head, she didn't even notice the man take out his phone.

The click of a camera brought Emilia back to the real world. Her mind raced as she saw the iPhone above her, held by the man she didn't know. "Wait," she croaked, barely audible over the pounding in her ears.

The man paid her no mind, taking another picture before flipping the actress over. Emilia's was suddenly face down on the bed, her vision nothing but darkness. The man was still pounding into her, one hand on her ass while the other took more pictures. Pictures, no, not pictures. Pictures ended up online, pictures went viral, pictures ruined actress' lives. But she couldn't stop him, not now. She was powerless, drunk and weak and afraid.

SMACK! The stranger spanked her hard, hard enough to shake her body. SMACK! Now the other cheek, and even harder this time. His phone was still out, but she didn't hear anymore clicks. He was probably taking video.

SMACK! She closed her eyes.

SMACK! She thought about the man she was trying to forget, the man who had betrayed her.

SMACK! She felt his cum pour into her, filling her unprotected womb. She barely felt it. She thought she heard him take one more picture, of her pussy, leaking his cum, but she wasn't sure. He was gone a few seconds later, leaving Emilia alone, naked, hurt.

She pulled her knees to her chest, tried to forget what had just happened, tried to forget that cheating son of a bitch.

She failed. Then she began to cry.

[[Comfort]]

[[Category: ASOIAFSexyEdition]] [[Category: Game of Thrones Short Stories]]

Short Stories and One-Shots

2017-01-20T04:37:18Z

Hammerhead1004:

Hey, this is just a place for short stories and one shots related to Game of Thrones. Just thought I'd create it to store some of my ideas, but feel free to add your own.

[[Sansa on the Iron Islands]]

[[Drogo's Prize]]

[[Drogo's Harem]]

[[Osha's Story]]

[[Daenerys is Desperate]]

[[Tommen Celebrates]]

[[King's Landing Riot]]

[[Cersei teaches Myrcella]]

[[Arya's Training in Braavos]]

[[Spoils of War]]

[[When in Dorne]]

[[ Stick Them with the Pointy End (ASOIAF) |Stick Them with the Pointy End]]

[[A Fuck to Forget]]

[[Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene]]

[[Gilly helps the Night's Watch]]

[[Category: ASOIAFSexyEdition]] [[Category: Game of Thrones Short Stories]]

Short Stories and One-Shots

2017-01-20T04:36:10Z

Hammerhead1004:

Hey, this is just a place for short stories and one shots related to Game of Thrones. Just thought I'd create it to store some of my ideas, but feel free to add your own.

[[Sansa on the Iron Islands]]

[[Drogo's Prize]]

[[Drogo's Harem]]

[[Osha's Story]]

[[Daenerys is Desperate]]

[[Tommen Celebrates]]

[[King's Landing Riot]]

[[Cersei teaches Myrcella]]

[[Arya's Training in Braavos]]

[[Spoils of War]]

[[When in Dorne]]

[[Stick them with the Pointy End |Stick Them with the Pointy End (ASOIAF)]]

[[A Fuck to Forget]]

[[Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene]]

[[Gilly helps the Night's Watch]]

[[Category: ASOIAFSexyEdition]] [[Category: Game of Thrones Short Stories]]

Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene Part 2

2017-01-19T03:07:20Z

Hammerhead1004: Created page with '"Well, well," Tyene cooed, looking over her shoulder at the intruder, "Look who decided to show up." "I came down here to inform Bronn of his newfound freedom," Jaime replied, g…'

"Well, well," Tyene cooed, looking over her shoulder at the intruder, "Look who decided to show up."

"I came down here to inform Bronn of his newfound freedom," Jaime replied, grinning and glancing over at his friend, "But I guess he's busy."

"It's okay, ol' boy," Bronn joked, slapping Tyene's ass, "But I think I'll stay imprisoned for just a little while longer."

"Y'know," Tyene purred, spinning around to face Jaime, her back facing Bronn. Her perfectly sculpted body was now on display for Jaime, her dark nipples calling out to him. "I've always wanted to taste a Lannister." Her words send blood rushing to Jaime's dick, but he is hesitant. His thinks of Cersei, and what she would think if he slept with a bastard from Dorne. On the other hand, Cersei had kept Jaime out of her bed as of late, and he needed release. Besides, who was she going to tell?

Throwing caution to the wind, Jaime approached the Dornish minx. Once he was close enough, Tyene eagerly unlaced his breeches, letting loose his now fully erect cock. It was fairly large, about as big as Bronn's, and Tyene licked her lips in anticipation. Running her tongue from the base to the tip, she elicited a groan from Jaime, who had flashbacks to his teenage years. Cersei had once loved sucking cock, sometimes preferring it over sex. Once, she had sucked him off during his lessons with his maester, unnoticed by the old man. It had been a long time since anyone had sucked the poor knight's dick, and Jaime welcomed this change of pace. While he was lost in thought, Tyene had taken him in her mouth, her lips sliding up and down his hard member.

Meanwhile, Bronn was getting horny and impatient. Grabbing Tyene by the hips, he began to bounce her on his cock, causing her to moan. Bronn had fully regained his strength by this point, and was done being complacent. He roughly impaled her with his cock, his powerful thrusts shaking her body. On Jaime's end, he was content to let her work, running his hand through her short hair while she serviced him. In the middle of the two men, Tyene was enjoying herself immensely. She hadn't been double teamed since her brief relationship with a pirate from Bravoos, and was loving it. She came a second time, her moans muffled by the dick in her mouth.

One cell over, Nymeria Sand was furiously masturbating, the introduction of Jaime only turning her on further. However, her pleasure was interrupted by her sister, who clamped a hand over her mouth.

"So, my little sister likes watching Tyene get fucked," Obara taunted as Nym struggled underneath her. "Well, don't worry. I do, too." Nym's grunts of protest turned into moans as her half sister began rubbing her pussy. Obara was rough, shoving three fingers into Nym's tight pussy, but she could take it. She was Oberyn's daughter, after all. She liked it rough.

Tyene pulled off of Jaime's cock with a pop. "I think it's time we switched it up, don't you think?" She said, standing up.

"I agree," Bronn replied, sitting on the bench, is erect cock standing at attention, "Besides, you need to pay me back for sticking my tongue up your cunt."

"You need to pay me back for saving your life," Tyene shot back, getting on all fours. Taking Bronn in her mouth, she showed off her deep throat skills, taking most of his dick down her throat.

Behind her, Jaime was greeted to quite the sight. Tyene was swaying her hips, begging him to fuck her pussy. The Lannister, though, had other hands, lining his cock up with her tightest hole. Thrusting forward, he plundered her ass, finding the hole looser than he expected.

"Ugh! Bastard!" Tyene growled, throwing back an annoyed yet aroused glare.

"I believe your the bastard here," Jaime countered, pulling out and ramming back in. He managed to fit all 9 inches inside her. His balls slapped against her sopping wet snatch, a wet smack echoing throughout the cell. Bronn, on the other hand, was also balls deep in the Dornish slut. Grabbing her by the hair, he was forcing his entire length down her throat, his balls touching her chin. She barely had time to breath before he would shove her back down, her saliva making a mess of his dick. If Tyene needed a moment to catch her breath, Bronn had her lick his balls, before he resumed facefucking her. The sounds of sex filled the prison, from Jaime's groans, Tyene's moans, and even the other two Sand Snakes, who were 69ing each other.

It wasn't long before Bronn reached his limit. Pulling out, he covered the Dornish girl with his cum, strand after strand hitting her face. Jaime came around the same time, his semen filling her ass, the excess dripping on the floor. Above all else, Tyene was a cumslut, and receiving it from both sides was too much for her. She screamed her third orgasm of the day, squirting her juices onto the stone floor. All three participants were exhausted, and had to take a minute to catch their breath.

Bronn was the first to speak, turning to Jaime and saying "We need to take her with us."

Jaime just nodded in agreement, caressing the beautiful girl's ass. Cersei would be ecstatic, finally reunited with her daughter. Hopefully she wouldn't notice if he brought home a Dornish slut.

FIN

[[Category: ASOIAFSexyEdition]] [[Category: Game of Thrones Short Stories]]

Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene

2017-01-18T03:02:01Z

Hammerhead1004:

"Who's the most beautiful woman in the world?"

The words echoed in Bronn's head as he fell to the ground, the world around him blurry and spinning.

"Your nose is bleeding," the Dornish seductress said, her devilish smile mocking the fallen Knight.

"It's nothing," Bronn gasped, "It's the dry air." He was mostly trying to convince himself, though, and it was a feeble attempt. Each breath he took was shorter then the last, and he was sweating profusely.

"My dagger was coated with a special ointment from Asshai," Tyene taunted, confirming what Bronn already knew. He heard a metal door open, but Bronn's mind was quickly fading.

"They call it the long farewell," Tyene continued, using the key she stole to open Bronn's cell. She had discarded her dress, her bare, tan skin appearing mystical in the low light. "It takes time to work, but if a single drop makes contact with the skin, Death." Bronn just now remembered the cut on his arm, where Tyene had cut him. He should of known the Dornish would use such trickery, but that mistake might be his last.

Sitting down on a bench in Bronn's cell, Tyene pulled a small bottle from her necklace. "The only antidote," she whispered, just loud enough for the ailing Bronn to hear. He reached out his arm, desperate for the cure, his pride discarded.

Smiling that evil smile again, the beautiful bastard spread her legs, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy. Opening the bottle, she poured Bronn's last hope onto her already wet lips.

"Who's the most beautiful woman in the world?" She asked again, and Bronn knew what she wanted. Gathering all his remaining strength, he crawled towards Tyene, each inch a battle. She just grinned, enjoying her absolute control over the poor soul. When Bronn reached the seductress, he could barely lift his own weight. However, he knew his life depended on it, and raised his head so it was level with her dripping snatch. It was wet with both arousal and the antidote, the life-giving lips begging to be sucked. Getting closer to his prize, Bronn stuck his tongue out and ran it from the base of her snatch to the clit, drinking her juices. Relief washed over him, but he needed more.

"Come on," Tyene laughed, pushing his face closer to her groin, "You can do better than that. I'm saving your life, after all." The knight did as he was told, licking faster and swallowing as much of the antidote as possible. As Bronn regained his strength, he began to enjoy the situation more and more. Yes, the Dornish bitch had almost killed him, but Bronn was a simple man with simple needs. Right now his face was buried in a beautiful woman's pussy, and he couldn't complain about that. The more aroused he became, the more he pleasured his poisoner.

"Men are so simple," Tyene groaned, struggling to contain a moan. "Firm tits and a tight cunt and they're yours." Bronn didn't respond, but playfully bit her clit, making Tyene shriek in surprise. She couldn't deny his skill, his tongue bringing her closer and closer to her climax.

In the other cell, the other two Sand Snakes watched the erotic display. When Tyene had left, she had closed the door behind her, keeping her half-sisters locked up. Obara was doing her best to ignore them, sharpening her spear. Nymeria, on the other hands, was paying very close attention. Out of the three of them, Nym was the most inexperienced sexually, and couldn't help but be turned on by the two. Stealthily, her right hand snuck under her dress and began to play with her pussy.

Back in Bronn's cell, Tyene was practically squirming as her nemesis eat her out. She wanted to cum, but not from his tongue. No, she was in control, and would cum on her terms. Pushing Bronn's head away, she stood up, stretching and arching her back. Bronn just sat there, on the floor, still dizzy from the drug.

"Well," Tyene demanded, "What are you waiting for? Whip it out." The sellsword didn't need to be told twice, fishing his rock hard erection out of his pants. His dick was fairly large, standing at a proud 8 inches. The Sand Snake licked her lips as she approached her prey, swaying her hips seductively. She sat down on his lap, face to face with Bronn, their lips inches apart. Her hips hovered over his cock, the tip just barely brushing her wet folds.

"Who is the most beautiful woman in the world?" She asked one more time.

This time Bronn had an answer. "You," he replied, grabbing her hips and pulling her down on his cock. He slid in easily, getting balls deep on the first stroke. Tyene moaned as she was impaled, no longer trying to contain her arousal. She gyrated her hips, enjoying every inch of his hard dick, before beginning to bounce on his cock. Bronn's senses were heightened by his brush with death, and he couldn't help but groan as the bastard expertly rode him. He caught one of her swinging breasts in his mouth, and sucked on it like his life depended on it. His partner was very grateful, her orgasm quickly approaching.

Grinning, Tyene brought her head close to Bronn's ear. "You want a good girl," she whispered sexily, "But you need the bad pussy!" The words had barely left her lips when she came, squirting all over Bronn's cock. The juices dripped down his length, coating his balls as well.

"You better not be finished," Bronn joked, squeezing her ass, not having cum yet.

"Trust me," Tyene reassured him, staring into his eyes, "We're just getting started."

It was at that moment that the cell door swung open, and a Lannister walked in.

[[Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene Part 2]]

[[Category: ASOIAFSexyEdition]] [[Category: Game of Thrones Short Stories]]

Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene

2017-01-18T03:01:44Z

Hammerhead1004:

"Who's the most beautiful woman in the world?"

The words echoed in Bronn's head as he fell to the ground, the world around him blurry and spinning.

"Your nose is bleeding," the Dornish seductress said, her devilish smile mocking the fallen Knight.

"It's nothing," Bronn gasped, "It's the dry air." He was mostly trying to convince himself, though, and it was a feeble attempt. Each breath he took was shorter then the last, and he was sweating profusely.

"My dagger was coated with a special ointment from Asshai," Tyene taunted, confirming what Bronn already knew. He heard a metal door open, but Bronn's mind was quickly fading.

"They call it the long farewell," Tyene continued, using the key she stole to open Bronn's cell. She had discarded her dress, her bare, tan skin appearing mystical in the low light. "It takes time to work, but if a single drop makes contact with the skin, Death." Bronn just now remembered the cut on his arm, where Tyene had cut him. He should of known the Dornish would use such trickery, but that mistake might be his last.

Sitting down on a bench in Bronn's cell, Tyene pulled a small bottle from her necklace. "The only antidote," she whispered, just loud enough for the ailing Bronn to hear. He reached out his arm, desperate for the cure, his pride discarded.

Smiling that evil smile again, the beautiful bastard spread her legs, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy. Opening the bottle, she poured Bronn's last hope onto her already wet lips.

"Who's the most beautiful woman in the world?" She asked again, and Bronn knew what she wanted. Gathering all his remaining strength, he crawled towards Tyene, each inch a battle. She just grinned, enjoying her absolute control over the poor soul. When Bronn reached the seductress, he could barely lift his own weight. However, he knew his life depended on it, and raised his head so it was level with her dripping snatch. It was wet with both arousal and the antidote, the life-giving lips begging to be sucked. Getting closer to his prize, Bronn stuck his tongue out and ran it from the base of her snatch to the clit, drinking her juices. Relief washed over him, but he needed more.

"Come on," Tyene laughed, pushing his face closer to her groin, "You can do better than that. I'm saving your life, after all." The knight did as he was told, licking faster and swallowing as much of the antidote as possible. As Bronn regained his strength, he began to enjoy the situation more and more. Yes, the Dornish bitch had almost killed him, but Bronn was a simple man with simple needs. Right now his face was buried in a beautiful woman's pussy, and he couldn't complain about that. The more aroused he became, the more he pleasured his poisoner.

"Men are so simple," Tyene groaned, struggling to contain a moan. "Firm tits and a tight cunt and they're yours." Bronn didn't respond, but playfully bit her clit, making Tyene shriek in surprise. She couldn't deny his skill, his tongue bringing her closer and closer to her climax.

In the other cell, the other two Sand Snakes watched the erotic display. When Tyene had left, she had closed the door behind her, keeping her half-sisters locked up. Obara was doing her best to ignore them, sharpening her spear. Nymeria, on the other hands, was paying very close attention. Out of the three of them, Nym was the most inexperienced sexually, and couldn't help but be turned on by the two. Stealthily, her right hand snuck under her dress and began to play with her pussy.

Back in Bronn's cell, Tyene was practically squirming as her nemesis eat her out. She wanted to cum, but not from his tongue. No, she was in control, and would cum on her terms. Pushing Bronn's head away, she stood up, stretching and arching her back. Bronn just sat there, on the floor, still dizzy from the drug.

"Well," Tyene demanded, "What are you waiting for? Whip it out." The sellsword didn't need to be told twice, fishing his rock hard erection out of his pants. His dick was fairly large, standing at a proud 8 inches. The Sand Snake licked her lips as she approached her prey, swaying her hips seductively. She sat down on his lap, face to face with Bronn, their lips inches apart. Her hips hovered over his cock, the tip just barely brushing her wet folds.

"Who is the most beautiful woman in the world?" She asked one more time.

This time Bronn had an answer. "You," he replied, grabbing her hips and pulling her down on his cock. He slid in easily, getting balls deep on the first stroke. Tyene moaned as she was impaled, no longer trying to contain her arousal. She gyrated her hips, enjoying every inch of his hard dick, before beginning to bounce on his cock. Bronn's senses were heightened by his brush with death, and he couldn't help but groan as the bastard expertly rode him. He caught one of her swinging breasts in his mouth, and sucked on it like his life depended on it. His partner was very grateful, her orgasm quickly approaching.

Grinning, Tyene brought her head close to Bronn's ear. "You want a good girl," she whispered sexily, "But you need the bad pussy!" The words had barely left her lips when she came, squirting all over Bronn's cock. The juices dripped down his length, coating his balls as well.

"You better not be finished," Bronn joked, squeezing her ass, not having cum yet.

"Trust me," Tyene reassured him, staring into his eyes, "We're just getting started."

It was at that moment that the cell door swung open, and a Lannister walked in.

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Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene

2017-01-18T02:06:19Z

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Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene

2017-01-18T02:05:50Z

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Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene

2017-01-18T02:05:03Z

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Short Stories and One-Shots

2017-01-16T04:15:27Z

Hammerhead1004:

Hey, this is just a place for short stories and one shots related to Game of Thrones. Just thought I'd create it to store some of my ideas, but feel free to add your own.

[[Sansa on the Iron Islands]]

[[Drogo's Prize]]

[[Drogo's Harem]]

[[Osha's Story]]

[[Daenerys is Desperate]]

[[Tommen Celebrates]]

[[King's Landing Riot]]

[[Cersei teaches Myrcella]]

[[Arya's Training in Braavos]]

[[Spoils of War]]

[[When in Dorne]]

[[Jaime and Bronn have fun with Tyene]]

[[Gilly helps the Night's Watch]]

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Gilly helps the Night's Watch

2017-01-04T07:58:58Z

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Gilly shivered as Little Sam suckled from her breasts. While her captors may keep her in terrible conditions, at least they fed her well, enough to keep her baby healthy. The same couldn't be said of her cell mate, Maud. An older woman, she was given the minimum to survive, and was constantly being "rented out" by one of the Black Brothers. She was also a wet nurse for Little Sam, to be used when Gilly was "occupied."

There had been a plan. Sam and Gilly were supposed to have traveled to Oldtown, where Sam would train to be a maester. However, Jon had wanted Sam here to oversee the wildling migration south of the Wall, so that plan had been put on hold. Poor Jon, murdered by his own brothers, just for caring about the wildlings. Allister had burned his body the next day, and taken control of the watch.

Sam had still been sent to Oldtown, but Thorne wouldn't let Gilly join him. She was a wildling, and so shared their fate. All the men had been killed, excluding some of the children and some of their doctors. The women suffered a much worse fate, becoming the playthings of the Watch. A few hundred were given to the various Lords of the North in exchange for resources, slavery now legal under the Boltons. Most were subject to daily rape by the Black Brothers. When they weren't being used, they were left to freeze in the Ice Cells. Some wildlings put up a fight, but Gilly couldn't afford to resist. As long as she complied, her baby would be allowed to live.

Gilly's eyes widened in fear as she heard the door to her cell open. It was Olly, a torch in his left hand. The warmth of the fire felt so good it hurt, heat being so uncommon in the life of the wildlings.

"Thorne wants to see you," Olly ordered, looking right at Gilly. Thorne enjoyed raping poor Gilly, perhaps due to his hatred of Sam. Whatever the reason, Gilly knew better than to delay. She handed her child to Maud, the older woman taking the baby wordlessly. Following Olly out of the cell, Gilly prayed to the Old Gods for her child's safety.

Gilly was so caught up in her prayers, she didn't realize they were going the wrong way. Instead of leading her to Throne's quarters, Olly was leading her to the barracks. When Gilly finally realized where she was, it was too late, and she was being forced through the door by Olly.

Stumbling inside the barracks, Gilly was met with her worst nightmare. 10 or 20 brothers of the Night's Watch were in the cramped living quarters, and all had their cocks out. A handful of other wildling women were already there, and each was being fucked by at least two men.

"No, no, you don't understand," Gilly pleaded, trying to back out of the room. "Th-Th-Th-Thorne s-said..." She backed into Olly, who reached around and roughly squeezed her breasts.

"Thorne let me have you for the night," the boy whispered into her ear, "So I can share you with whoever I want." Gilly tried to think of a response, anything to get her out of this room, but it was no use. Olly shoved her into the crowd of horny men, and she knew it was over. One brother, whose name Gilly didn't know, pulled her onto his lap, impaling her unwilling pussy on his cock. Another brother, walking up behind her, lifted her dress and shoved his cock in her ass.

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Gilly helps the Night's Watch

2017-01-02T06:18:52Z

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Short Stories and One-Shots

2017-01-01T22:27:35Z

Hammerhead1004:

Hey, this is just a place for short stories and one shots related to Game of Thrones. Just thought I'd create it to store some of my ideas, but feel free to add your own.

[[Sansa on the Iron Islands]]

[[Drogo's Prize]]

[[Drogo's Harem]]

[[Osha's Story]]

[[Daenerys is Desperate]]

[[Tommen Celebrates]]

[[King's Landing Riot]]

[[Cersei teaches Myrcella]]

[[Arya's Training in Braavos]]

[[Spoils of War]]

[[When in Dorne]]

[[Gilly helps the Night's Watch]]

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When in Dorne

2016-12-26T07:05:36Z

Hammerhead1004: Created page with 'Actors: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau who plays Jaime Lannister Nell Tiger Free who plays Princess Myrcella Nikolaj was pissed. One stupid storm and his whole Christmas was ruined! Wh…'

Actors:
Nikolaj Coster-Waldau who plays Jaime Lannister
Nell Tiger Free who plays Princess Myrcella

Nikolaj was pissed. One stupid storm and his whole Christmas was ruined!

What was worse was that Nikolaj didn't know who to be mad at. He could blame HBO, for filming so close to the holidays. He could blame his fellow actors, even though they were in the same boat he was in. He could even blame himself, for not planning ahead.

In reality, he knew there was nobody to blame. This was just a freak thing nobody could of planned for. That relaxed him a bit, and his anger turned to depression as he opened the door to his hotel. Being Jaime Lannister had some perks, at least, as his room had a full bar. Pouring his favorite, whiskey on-the-rocks, he sent an apology text to his wife, explaining the situation. He knew his kids would be devastated, but there was nothing he could do. His wife replied fairly quickly, upset but understanding.

What was worse was that Nikolaj had been looking forward to Christmas for another reason. He had been looking forward to a night in bed with his wife. It'd been two months since he'd last gotten laid, and working with such beautiful actresses didn't help. A guy can only jerk off so many times. He needed the real thing, the feel of a tight pussy wrapped around his cock.

WIP

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Spoils of War

2016-12-26T04:01:43Z

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"That will be all" Drogo ordered, the young servant girl bowing and exiting the tent. The Khal leaned back and rested on the pile of furs serving as his bed. His left hand brought some Westerosi wine to his lips, and his right idly played with his wife's breasts. She was lying next to him, naked as the day she was born, her breasts larger than usual, as she was 4 weeks pregnant with their second child. She was his favorite girl, and he was so glad he had married her. It had been her idea to invade Westeros, after all, and look where that had gotten him!

To Drogo's left was Missandei, a slave Drogo had been given as a gift. She served him both in bed and as a translator, and was never permitted to wear clothes. Something about her smooth ebony flesh turned Drogo on beyond belief. He gave the slave's right tit a grope, pinching the hard nipple. The translator smiled, leaning closer and kissing his neck. Drogo had been kinder than her last masters, and she had grown quite fond of him. Moaning, she began to touch herself, her body pressed up against the Khal's.

Between his legs, two of Drogo's more recent conquests were working hard. Sansa and Arya Stark, who had once been bitter enemies, dutifully sucked his cock together. They had been difficult to break, but after a few months he'd finally fucked the resistance out of them. Sansa had been the first to submit, her sister soon following suit. They were expert cocksuckers now, Sansa currently working the shaft while Arya took care of the balls. Every few minutes the sisters would make out passionately before switching places.

Daenerys even had a slave of her own, though this one had come willingly. Margaery Tyrell had her face buried between the khaleesi's legs, a position she was used to. As the khalasar had approached the Reach, Margaery had approached them, offering herself to the Khal. In exchange, she asked him to ensure her family and people would be spared. Drogo agreed, gifting her to his wife on her nameday. She was the most sexually adept member of Drogo's harem, and had taught the Starks how to suck cock properly.

Drogo was getting bored, having been sucked off by the Stark sisters many times. Grabbing Sansa's hair, he pulled the redhead onto his lap. Her pale skin contrasted so beautifully with Drogo's dark tan. She had once been so innocent, so pure. Now she was an experienced whore, climbing on Drogo's dick without hesitation. It was a tight fit, Sansa's pussy not yet stretched by childbirth, but she knew what she was doing. She rode her master like she would ride a lover. Her back was arched, her jiggling breasts pushed out for the Khal's enjoyment.

"The princess really is a complete slut now, isn't she," Missandei comments, squeezing one of Sansa's breasts possessively. The Stark girl didn't respond, still riding Drogo's cock. "Oooh, so focused. Lemme see if I can fix that." Wrapping her arms around her fellow slave, Missandei aggressively made out with the redhead, almost angrily invading the poor girl's mouth with her tongue. Sansa was shocked, and even a bit scared, but knew better than to resist. She was even able to keep bouncing on her master's dick, a testament to her training.

"We trained the fight outta this whore, too," Daenerys added, nudging Arya with her foot. The young girl was a devoted bed slave, sucking on Drogo's balls and licking up her sister's juices as they leaked out. To prove how depraved Arya was, Drogo grabbed Sansa's hips and forced her to take all of his cock, spreading her ass in the process. Arya got the message, her tongue diving into her sister's asshole. The redhead climaxed immediately as Arya buried her face between Sansa's cheeks. Any reservations Arya may of had about incest had been destroyed during her training. If Drogo asked her to fuck a horse, she would probably do it without a second thought.

The sisterly love had brought Drogo close to his climax, but he knew he shouldn't cum in Sansa. Pushing her off his dick, Sansa tumbled to the floor, her pussy still quivering from her recent orgasm. The Khal had been meaning to put a baby in Missandei, a reward for her good service, and he couldn't think of a better time. He grabbed her smooth, ebony body and forced her onto all fours, her face pushed into the furs. The slave was very compliant, even wiggling her ass for her master. Missandei loved getting fucked, and almost screamed when Drogo penetrated her. Her cunt greedily swallowed his entire length, desperate for pleasure. The Khal fucked her hard, too close to his climax to show restraint. His strong hands struck her ass, the pain only adding to her pleasure.

On the other side of the bed, Daenerys moaned in ecstasy as Margaery's brilliant tongue made the khaleesi cum. Hearing his wife orgasm pushed Drogo over the edge, and with one final thrust he filled Missandei with his seed. She climaxed with him, the prospect of carrying her master's child intoxicating. After depositing the last drop of semen, the Khal collapsed onto the bed, his dick still inside his slave. Missandei didn't mind, in fact she enjoyed the feeling, cuddling up next to her master. Dany and Margaery joined them, crawling over and finding a spot next to the man they loved. The Stark's had not yet earned their place on the bed, and were forced to sleep on the ground.

As Drogo fell asleep, surrounded by girls devoted to him, there to service his every need, he thanked himself for deciding to marry that girl from Westeros.

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Game of Thrones Fantasy

2016-12-26T03:57:47Z

Hammerhead1004:

Hello, and welcome to the Game of Thrones Fantasy Story Hub!

Any author who would like to create their own Game of Thrones story please feel free to do so. Anything goes in these stories, so enjoy!

If an author would like to edit an existing story, check with the writer of that story. Writers, please leave an indication at the start of your story regarding editing. Thank you!

Stories:

[[ Sacking of Kings Landing]] ({{PAGESINCAT: Sacking of Kings Landing}} pages)

[[ The Targaryen Bastard | The Targaryen Bastard (WIP)]] ({{PAGESINCAT: TheTargaryenBastard}} pages)

[[ Arya's Adventures | Arya's Adventures (WIP)]] ({{PAGESINCAT: AryaAdventures}} pages)

[[ House Stark: Winter is Coming]] ({{PAGESINCAT: HouseStarkWIC}} pages)

[[ The Queen of Westeros | The Queen of Westeros (WIP)]] ({{PAGESINCAT: QueenofWesteros}} pages)

[[ All Roads Must End | All Roads Must End (WIP)]] (0 pages)

[[ House Targaryen: Fire and Blood | House Targaryen: Fire and Blood (WIP)]] ({{PAGESINCAT: HouseTargaryenFAB}} pages)

[[Short Stories and One-Shots]] ({{PAGESINCAT: Game of Thrones Short Stories}} pages)

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Game of Thrones Fantasy

2016-12-26T03:57:32Z

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Arya's Training in Braavos

2016-12-26T03:56:32Z

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It was bigger than she had been expecting. It wasn't huge, fully erect it was about 8 inches. However, as she stared at Jaqen H'ghar's cock, she couldn't help but be impressed.

"What is your name?" Jaquen asked, circling his student, naked as the day he was born. The student was similarly naked, her nipples hardening in the cold subterranean air.

"A girl has no name," the student replied. She made no move to hide her body, knowing full well the consequences of her actions.

"To truly be no one, a girl must be able to pleasure anyone." As he said this, he ran his hand along her ass, squeezing and pinching the taut flesh.

"A girl has been training." For weeks, the girl had been selling her body on the street, fucking strangers for coppers. All so she could become a faceless man, the perfect assassin.

"Then prove it," Jaqen ordered, lying down on a small cot he had set up. The girl didn't hesitate, approaching her teacher slowly, swaying her hips and pushing out her breasts. The girl knew how to please men. She had learned the art a long time ago, in another life.

"I bet you've waited a long time for this," the girl purred, kneeling down in front of her master. "I've seen the way you look at me, know the things you want to do to me." She had learned how to talk dirty from her time as a beggar. She found it made her clients finish quicker, allowing her to serve more people in less time.

Jaqen made no attempt to respond, his stone cold demeanor typical of the judgmental mentor. This did nothing to dissuade the student, though. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his thick shaft, inch after inch disappearing into her wet hole. A girl could not contain her moan, beginning to bounce on his cock. She cast her eyes upward, noticing the thousands of faces adorning the walls. They were all watching her, examining her body, and she loved it.

"A girl mustn't get distracted," Jaqen said, but the voice was not his. Looking down, she saw with horror that it was now Sandor Clegane fucking her, the scarred face recognizable by anyone. The girl stopped moving in shock. A name came rushing back to her, the name Arya Stark. Arya Stark remembered the Hound. He had raped her, raped her until Arya began to enjoy it, beg for it. Arya had left him to die.

"Well if your not gonna do it," The Hound growled, flipping Arya over. She was now on all fours, and grunted as her former captor began to pound into her. Doggystyle had been his preferred position, and soon Arya was pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. She had missed this, the rough, animal-like fucking nobody but Clegane could provide. She no longer cared why he was here, and how he was still alive. She just wanted his cock.

Arya loved it so much she cried out in protest when she was flipped over again, now lying on her back. However, now the man above her was Syrio Forel, First Sword of Bravos. Syrio had taught her how to please men. He had made her the slut she was, and she was glad he was here now, alive. She wrapped her legs around his body, pulling him closer. Closing her eyes, Arya lost herself in the moment, quickly approaching her climax. She forgot about the faceless men, about Bravoos, about everything. All she wanted was Syrio's cock.

Opening her eyes, Arya saw the man who had taken her virginity staring down at her. Her half-brother. Jon Snow. This was more than Arya could take, practically screaming as she climaxed, squirting all over his dick. She came harder than she'd ever came before, and she loved it. Before she could even attempt to recover, she felt Jon pull out of her.

"A girl is still someone," Jon said, his voice that of Jaqen H'ghar. Pointing his cock at her face, he proceeded to cover the girl with his salty cum. Load after load covered the student, who desperately tried to catch all of it in her mouth. The name Arya Stark echoed in her head as she lapped up as much semen as possible.

"We will try again tomorrow," Jaqen said, his face once again that of her teacher. No further explanation was given before he walked away, disappearing into the darkness and leaving his student on the ground, covered in cum. She knew she wasn't no one, despite all her efforts. She was Arya Stark, and she always will be.

Fin

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Arya's Training in Braavos

2016-12-26T03:56:11Z

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Short Stories and One-Shots

2016-12-26T03:55:39Z

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Cersei teaches Myrcella

2016-12-26T03:55:27Z

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"So, you actually WANT to marry this Martell boy," Cersei said, refilling both her daughter's wine glass and her own.

"Yes," Myrcella replied nervously, taking a tentative sip from her wine glass. She was scared, confused, and curious at the same time. After arriving in King's Landing, she had been escorted to her mother's chambers, where she had confronted with a very different woman than she had remembered. Cersei's hair wasn't the only thing that had changed, she was much more cold, much more calculated, and honestly a lot more provacative than Myrcella had remembered. Maybe it was because she was seeing the Queen through older eyes, but Myrcella was sure she had seen her mother checking her out. Her mature eyes had gazed hungrily, if only for a brief second, over the princesses young, beautiful flesh. Her Dornish attire was not very conservative, and the top of Myrcella's cleavage was visible.

"Do you even know the first thing about marriage?" Cersei asked, snapping Myrcella back to reality.

"Of course," the young lion cub replied, trying to sound confident, "I will always love him, and bear his children, and -"

"No, none of that bullshit matters," Cersei growled, surprising her daughter, "Marriage is about keeping him happy. If he isn't happy, you're not gonna be happy." Cersei, seeing Myrcella's stunned silence, continued. "Want proof? I didn't keep Robert happy, and you must remember the many bruises he honored me with."

Myrcella was back on the defensive, asking her mother in a quiet, meek voice "But how do I do that?'

For the first time that evening, the Queen grinned. "Oh, I thought you'd never ask," she chuckled, clapping her hands. From the door behind Myrcella emerged a familiar face, her father Jaime Lannister. However, what shocked Myrcella was the fact that his hard, 9 inch erection was out for anyone to see, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

"Jaime said he told you your true parentage," Cersei casually continued, leading Jaime around the table and in front of their stunned daughter. "This will be our first family activity. How fun!"

"I-I-uhm-I don't-" Myrcella stammered, trying to form words.

"Oh hush, I thought you went to Dorne, the sex capital of Westeros!" Cersei scolded, grabbing her brother's cock. "Now, this is a cock. I assume your septa explained how babies were made?" Myrcella nodded, not knowing what else to do. "Good. Now, there are more ways to please a man, and ways to do it without losing your maidenhood. Observe."

Without further ado, Cersei took her brother in her mouth. She bobbed up and down on his cock, expertly taking almost 6 inches already. Pulling off him, she ran her tongue over the tip, making Jaime groan in pleasure. Myrcella, meanwhile, was transfixed, both shocked and turned on. She'd never seen anything like this, only having heard about blowjobs from some Dornish girls. She certainly did not expect her mother to preform such acts in front of her!

"Come," Cersei said, licking the underside of the shaft, "You need to see this." Myrcella walked over without hesitation, kneeling next to her mother. "Now, don't just try and swallow the entire thing. Ease yourself into it. First, just focus on the tip, and use your tongue. The tongue is the most important part." Between sentences, Cersei was demonstrating these actions, sucking on Jaime's dick like a lolipop. Myrcella was mesmerized by her uncles, sorry fathers, long cock. She wasn't even listening to her mother anymore, just watching her go down on Jaime, studying how she worked her lips and how her tongue stimulated the tip. She was so turned on that, when her mother said "Your turn," Myrcella didn't hesitate.

She silently began her assault on her Dad's dick, heeding Cersei's advice while she sucked. "Slow down." Myrcella calmed herself, making each stroke count. "Look him in the eyes." Myrcella looked up, her eyes locking with her horny uncle. "Go deeper." Myrcella tried her best, taking almost 5 inches down her small throat. All the while, she had two fingers buried in her smallclothes, furiously rubbing her pussy.

"I'm gonna cum," Jaime warned, to which Cersei replied "Swallow it all." Not sure what they meant, she was surprised when a torrent of salt, white goo came pouring down her throat. She wanted to spit it out, but being a good daughter, swallowed every last drop, milking him dry.

Withdrawing her father's cock from her mouth, she looked to her mother for approval. "You did well," Cersei said, pulling up her skirt to reveal her shaved pussy, "But you have much to learn."

Fin

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The Stark Sisters

2016-12-26T03:54:57Z

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"Them," Drogo commands, pointing toward the sisters. He had grown fond of the women from Northern Westeros. Their skin, paler than even your wife, makes the Khal hard as the iron throne.

"Excellent," Arya purred, licking her lips. She turned toward her sister, who was trembling with fear. A virgin, Drogo assumed. "Oh, don't worry about my sister. She'll be moaning before long."

Dropping his pants, Drogo revealed his rock hard, 10 inch cock. "Damn, I want a turn," he hears one of the girls say, Ygritte he thinks. However, his focus is on his prize.

"Enjoy," Daenerys says, her fingers dipping down into her sex. Drogo plans to, walking over to the sisters. Arya is the more eager of the two, crawling over and, without a word, taking his cock in her mouth. The Khal is surprised, but doesn't stop her. He runs his hands through her hair, guiding her bobbing head. The petite girl had definitely sucked dick before, gulping down inch after inch of his cock. Drogo glanced over at Sansa, and saw she was looking on with curiosity. Her nipples were hard, and her eyes followed her sister's head. Unlike her sister, Sansa seemed sexually inexperienced, this probably being the first time she'd seen a penis.

Pulling Arya's head off his cock, the Khal pointed toward the redhead. "Take care sister," he ordered, still not fluent in Westerosi.

"Gladly," Arya said sexily, giving her king's cock a kiss before crawling over to her sister. Despite Sansa's protests and feeble attempts to resist, the smaller yet stronger Arya overpowered her. She pushed the princess on her butt and forcibly spread her legs, revealing her trimmed pussy. Before Sansa could utter another word, Arya dived in, eating out her sisters pussy. Sansa gasped, taken aback by her sisters incestuous actions. Slowly, she began to stop struggling and begin moaning. Soon she had her head back and her eyes closed, moaning loudly and humping her sister's mouth.

As she eat out Sansa, the younger Stark's plump ass swayed back and forth, tempting her would-be husband. Drogo need no further invitation, grabbing her hips and ramming into her wet cunt. Arya grunted at the sudden intrusion, Drogo's dick two sizes to big for her. While definitely not a virgin, she was very tight, and Drogo had to pound into her with all his strength to fit his entire 10 inches into her. She was worth the effort, though, as Drogo had missed fucking pussies this tight. His wife, while she was the love of his life, had been left a bit looser after her pregnancy. If he decided to a take Arya as a wife, Drogo resolved to not impregnate her for a while, a tight little princess, there whenever he needed her.

Having been so focused on the Starks, Drogo was just now noticing what the other girls were doing. Ygritte was furiously fingering her pussy, staring at your long cock. Myrcella was not looking at her king, but instead transfixed on Sansa. She lovingly gazed at the girls pussy, and was delicately rubbing herself. Drogo guessed she might be one of those girls who liked other girls, or who liked both. Finally, he saw his wife was having some fun of her own. She had called Margaery over, the Tyrell's face buried between the Targaryen's legs. The Khaleesi was moaned and squirmed on the Iron Throne, a testament to Margaery's skill. He wouldn't be surprised if his wife kept the former Queen-to-be around, for political reasons, of course.

Arya's climax brought Drogo back to the task at hand. She screamed as she came hard, her juices leaking onto the floor. Her cunt massaged his cock as she came, bringing him close to climax. However, the Khal resisted the urge to release, having more work to do. Once she came down from her high, Arya collapsed, exhausted from the hardest fucking of her life.

"Please marry me," Arya panted as Drogo pulled out. "I need this in my life." Drogo grinned, seriously considering keeping the wild girl around.

"Move," Drogo grunted, giving Arya's ass a squeeze. She complied, rolling out of the way, now lying on her back. Her breasts, covered with sweat, rose and fell with her deep breaths. However, Drogo was now focused on the other Stark. Sansa was looking at him nervously, but her legs remained spread.

"I've never been with a man," she said softly, waiting for him to make a move. Lacking the words to respond, he simply knelt between her legs. She showed no signs of protest, and when he lined up his cock with her virgin sex, she almost looked excited. Deciding to be gentle (at least at first), Drogo slowly pushed into the redhead. She moaned softly, her eyes staring lustfully into his. Soon he hit her hymen, and getting it over quickly. She let out a gasp, and even after a few thrusts he could see tears welling in her eyes. Drogo, though, was determined, and pushed into her with slow, long strokes. Soon she began to like it, moaning softly and pushing back into Drogo's thrusts.

Sansa and Drogo having already been overstimulated by their turns with Arya, both were close to climaxing. Drogo sped up his thrusts, Sansa's moans becoming louder and louder until she was practically screaming for her King. All eyes in the room were on the them as Sansa came, her juices coating the Khal's cock and pushing him over the edge. Shoving his cock in balls-deep, he filled her womb with his potent seed. Regardless of whether or not Drogo married her, Sansa would be having his child. Having pumped her full of his semen, Drogo pulled out, a bit of it leaking out. Arya, still exhausted, crawled over to her sister and the two made out passionately.

"You'd never know those two used to hate eachother," Daenerys commented, getting off the Iron Throne. She had orgasmed the same time as Drogo, Margaery still licking the warm juices off her lips. "So, have you chosen a wife?"

Which Stark does Drogo choose?

[[He marries both]]

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Ygritte

2016-12-26T03:54:11Z

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"Her," Drogo commands, pointing at the wildling.

"Of course you picked her," Dany sighs, her fingers idly playing with her cunt, "Never mind the political repercussions. Well, a deals a deal. Fuck the bitch into the ground."

Drogo planned to, dropping his pants and revealing his rock hard 10 inch monster. Arya glared jealously at Ygritte, but the redhead didn't care. As Drogo approached her, she had the nerve to stand up, defiantly ordering him to wait. This was unheard of, for a common woman to stand up to a Khal!

"Look, ''Khal Drogo''," the wildling said arrogantly. Drogo was getting angry, but was also impressed by the girl's courage. "I'm a woman of the Free Folk!" She stepped closer the her king, now only inches away. She stood almost a foot shorter than the Khal, looking up at him with fire in her eyes. "I don't want to be fucked like some princess." She grabbed his cock, squeezing it hard. "I agree with your wife. Fuck me into the ground."

Drogo was more than happy to oblige, already pissed at the insolent bitch. Grabbing her neck, he lifted the whore off the ground, her hands clawing at his arm. "Gladly," he growled, throwing the girl onto the ground. She landed hard on her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Drogo didn't give her long to recover, grabbing her ass and lining up his cock. The Khal had never tried anal, Daenerys never putting even a finger in that hole. With such a willing fucktoy, Drogo couldn't resist.

Ygritte grunted in pain as Drogo roughly rammed his cock into her tightest hole. With no lube, the penetration was extremely painful, and Ygritte screamed as Drogo fit more of his cock into her. He showed no mercy, even drawing blood as he finally fit all 10 inches into her. Grabbing her hair, he forced the wildling's face into the hard stone floor, giving him a better angle.

"I'm glad you finally found someone who'd take it up the ass," Daenerys chuckled. Drogo looked up, still pounding into Ygritte, and saw his wife having some fun of her own. She had called Margaery over, the Tyrell's face buried between the Targaryen's legs. The Khaleesi was moaned and squirmed on the Iron Throne, a testament to Margaery's skill. He wouldn't be surprised if his wife kept the former Queen-to-be around, for political reasons, of course. Drogo also noticed the Stark sisters had begun to make out, their naked bodies pressed against each other. Myrcella was watching the sister's closely, her fingers rubbing her clit. Drogo guessed she might be one of those girls who liked other girls, or who liked both.

Ygritte's struggling brought Drogo's attention back to the task at hand. She was now pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts, and was trying to push herself off the ground. The King showed the wildling her place by landing a hard slap to her right cheek. She screamed in surprise and pain as another blow graced the other cheek. Drogo kept this up, turning her ass red as he fucked her asshole raw. She wouldn't be able to sit for a week, and she loved it. Screaming, she came, squirting all over Drogo's balls and the hard stone floor. As she climaxed, her ass squeezed around Drogo's dick, pushing him over the edge. He thrust all 10 inches in as he came, filling her bowels with his semen. Drogo had never given anyone an anal creampie before, and knew this wouldn't be the last time.

Drogo pulled out, admiring his work. Ygritte's ass was completely red, a mixture of cum and blood oozing out of her asshole. However, he wasn't done yet. Walking around, her grabbed the redhead by her hair and pulled her up. She struggled to her knees, still struggling against his grip. He didn't give her much time to think, pushing his cock down her throat.

"Clean," Drogo ordered, holding her head in place. Wanting to breath, Ygritte obliged, running her tongue along the intruding member. The taste of his cum and her ass mixed in her mouth, making her gag. When she was done with his cock, the wildling was made to clean his balls as well, slick with sweat and her juices. She sucked each testicle into her mouth, enjoying their salty taste. Once the King was finished with the bitch, he let her drop to the ground.

"Wow," Daenerys commented, getting off the Iron Throne. She had orgasmed the same time as Drogo, Margaery still licking the warm juices off her lips. "That was impressive. The ass-to-mouth was a nice touch." Drogo walked over to his wife and kissed her, reminding her who his favorite girl was.

"Drogo," Ygritte called, still to sore to get off the ground. Drogo turned, surprised she had the energy to speak. "You fuck harder than a Thenn." She smiled, and Drogo knew this was a compliment. "If you can keep doing that, I'll be your wife."

"She's acting like it's her choice," Daenerys scoffed. The Khal could tell his wife didn't care for the wildling, and it was clear she didn't want to deal with admitting the Free Folk into Westeros. "So, have you chosen a wife?"

Does Drogo marry Ygritte?

[[Yes, he marries the wildling]]

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Drogo's Harem

2016-12-26T03:53:46Z

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"C'mon!" Daenerys laughed, pulling Drogo down the corridor. He followed, curious as to his wife's plan. She had been giddy all through breakfast, smiling and giggling like a little girl. Drogo couldn't guess what could excite her so, and was getting impatient.

"Khaleesi, why bother with these games and just tell me?" Drogo asked, slight annoyance in his voice.

Daenerys just laughed. "Soon enough, my sun and stars, soon enough." Drogo now realized they were entering the throne room, and wondered what could possibly be in there.

Opening the door, the Khal was greeted by a stunning and amazing sight. In front of the Iron Throne was a line of _ beautiful women, naked as the day they were born. Drogo stopped, speechless, but his queen kept walking, not surprised in the slightest.

"Hope they're worth the wait," she said, swaying her hips as she approached the girls, "Many Westerosi lords are eager to make alliances with their new kings, and since Khal's take multiple wives, they sent us their duaghters. So, I thought, what better way to choose then to sample the goods." Starting from the left, she introduced each girl to Drogo.

"This is Sansa Stark, a redheaded beauty from the North," Dany began, talking like a saleswoman and stroking the girls hair. Sansa seemed nervous, not making eye contact with Drogo. "I think she would make a good wife, don't you?" The silver haired Khaleesi gave her succulant tits a squeeze before moving on to the next girl.

"And this is Arya Stark, who is definitely more... enthusiastic then her sister." You could see this was true, the younger Stark pushing her breasts out proudly and staring lustfully at Drogo. He could see two fingers playing with her pussy. "You can have whichever Stark you want, or both, if that's what you want."

"Next, we have Ygritte, a member of the Free Folk. The King beyond the Wall hopes she'll convince you to let his people South of the Wall." Another redhead, Ygritte eyes practically dared you to fuck her, licking her lips and cocking her head. "Careful," Daenerys laughed, "She's a feisty one."

"This is Margaery Tyrell, who was betrothed to the false king before his unfortunate demise. However, she seems to already have her eyes on a new king." You had heard rumors of Margaery's sexy gaze, but experiencing it first hand made you want to bend her over the Iron Throne. It didn't help that she was also naked. "If you don't marry her, I might," your wife joked, giving the Tyrell a quick peck on the cheek.

"And last, but definitely not least, is Myrcella, Cersei's daughter." Grabbing the poor girls hair, Daenerys forces Myrcella to look you in the eye. The blonde princess is trembling, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't think she retains any allegiance to her mother," she decides, releasing her grip, "But you could always make sure."

Having shown you her collection of princesses, your Khaleesi climbs the steps to the throne, discarding her dress as she does so. Sitting on the Iron Throne, her legs spread for you, she gestures to the beautiful women around the room.

"Have fun!"

Who do you choose?

*[[The Stark Sisters]]

*[[Ygritte]]

*[[Margaery Tyrell]]

*[[Myrcella (Forgive)]]

*[[Myrcella (Revenge)]]

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He truly desires Daenerys Targaryen

2016-12-26T03:53:36Z

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Part 2: Moon of his Life

More than anything else, more than whores, than septas, then daughters, than even the fallen Queen, Drogo desired his wife, Daenerys. As he entered his room, he admired his wife's beautiful silver hair and delectable curves. When he walked in, the khaleesi was breast feeding their child, Rhaego, the stallion who will mount the world, now just a month old. Her breasts are the perfect shape, swelled a bit due to her milk, but still completely proportionate to her body. Her ass was amazing as well, two globes of pale flesh Drogo loved splitting with his cock.

When Daenerys saw her husband, she couldn't contain her joy. She didn't have time to greet him before he captured her lips in a needy kiss. Dany returned the affection, only separating to take care of her son.

"Moon of my life," Drogo greeted in Dothraki, "You look more beautiful than I remembered."

"Thank you, my sun and stars." the khaleesi replied in fluent Dothraki. She was still adjusting to the palace, having only taken it yesterday, and he could see the stress in her eyes. "The meeting went well today," she continued, rocking Rhaego as he sucked on her breast, "I settled all the land agreements and petty politics." While concurring the seven kingdoms, the Starks, the Tyrells, and the wildlings had all accepted defeat and joined his khalasar. The Tullys had been destroyed, and the Iron Islands posed no threat. Only the Dornish and the Vale still defied him. Not that Drogo ever dealt with such politics. His khaleesi was the real reason for these alliances.

"No more talk of meetings and politics," Drogo growled, waving his hand, "There are more important things." His eyes scanned her brown Dothraki dress, a basic peace of clothing that left little to the imagination.

Daenerys smiled, knowing what he meant. "I think Rhaego's done feeding for now," she called to her handmaiden, who had been standing in the corner. The short, sexy girl, a former whore named Shae, took the baby from her arms and carried him out of the room. Before she had closed the door, Drogo pounced on his wife, pulling her close and kissing her like he hadn't seen her in years. She kissed back, her hands roaming his muscled back. After a few minutes of making out, Daenerys broke the kiss, walking towards the bed.

"So, King of the Andals and the first men," Dany praised, undoing the straps of her dress. "Khal of the Great Grass Sea." She let the dress drop, revealing to the Khal her full, juicy ass. "Protector of the Realm." She turned around and sat on the bed. Her breasts were what every woman dreamed of, with no hints of sagging or any imperfections. Her stomach showed some post-pregnancy fat, but that only made her more beautiful in Drogo's eyes. "And my husband." She finished her seductive speech by spreading her legs, her pink pussy reminding the Khal why he invaded Westeros. He had already taken out his erect cock, and in a few seconds he climbed onto the bed and between her legs. Without another word he plunged in, sinking into her sex.

They never made love in doggystyle, reserving that for the more wild fucks. No, when they made love, Drogo and Daenerys looked each other in the eyes, moaning and calling the others name. As Drogo thrust into his wife, her sucked on her breasts, tasting her delicious milk. His dick was going balls deep at this point, his slow strokes alowing them both to enjoy themselves.

Turned on beyond belief, the khaleesi flipped her husband over, now riding his cock, slowly bouncing and gyrating. His dick explored every crevice of her sweet cunt, his mouth stimulating her very sensitive breasts. Drogo stopped sucking only to kiss his wife, their tingues battling in their mouths. He used his hands to squeeze her ass and speed her up, close to his climax. She was as well, forgetting her Dothraki and begging him to fuck her in Westerosi.

He remembered their first night, and how different their love was back then. She was something new, something exotic to fuck and impregnate. Now, she was a part of him, the moon of his life, not property but a lover. Drogo remembered sleeping with her under the stars, on the boat to Westeros, her dragons flying overhead, her moans mixing with the sounds of the ocean. He gazed into her eyes as he came, filling her womb with his cum. He pumped load after load into her, both husband and wife hoping the fertile seed impregnated her. Not long after, Daenerys climaxed, moaning into her husbands mouth and covering his cock with her juices.

Neither the Khal nor the khaleesi said a word for a while, both trying to catch their breath. "I love you, my sun and stars," Daenerys finally said, pressing herself against Drogo's well-toned stomach.

"I love you, moon of my life," Drogo replied, pulling her close, never wanting to let go. They stayed there for what felt like hours, enjoying the closeness.

"I have a surprise for you," Dany whispered into his ear. The new King raised an eyebrow, puzzled as to what more she could possibly give her. "And I think you're gonna like it."

Continued in [[Drogo's Harem]]

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He truly desires Daenerys Targaryen

2016-12-26T03:53:21Z

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Drogo's Prize

2016-12-26T03:52:37Z

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Part 1: Drogo's City

Drogo, Khal of the greatest khalasar the world had ever seen, rode triumphantly through the streets of King's Landing. He was the first Khal to cross the salt water and conquer Westeros. The bells in his braid clinked together as he rode, testament to his undefeated legacy.

As Drogo rode through the city, he saw many of his warriors enjoying the spoils of war. He knew Daenerys wouldn't approve. but it had been part of their agreement. Word had been spread throughout the city before the attack; either you leave the city and escape unharmed, or you are at the mercy of the Dothraki. Many stayed, not fearing an enemy without seige equipment and feeling safer inside their walls. However, they did not know of Daenerys' dragons, and the city was taken quickly. The false king and his supporters were killed, their false church defiled. Those who had fled the city had gone unmolested, as Drogo had promised. Many had joined the khalasar, one in particular, a whore named Shae, becoming his wife's handmaiden. However, those who had stayed were fair game.

Drogo passed a warrior raping some red headed whore. Her full breasts jiggled as she was bounced on his cock, her groans of pain mixed with moans of pleasure. However, Drogo did not intend on fucking used whores.

Drogo passed two warriors showing a septa her place. While usually Dothraki did not share, these two were twins, and thus enjoyed each other's plunder. The poor septa, a big breasted woman in her late 30s, was being spitroasted. One brother was brutally fucking her mouth, slapping her and choking her, while the other violated her ass. Her religious garb was in tatters, and her huge udders swung widely in the open air. But Drogo wasn't here to destroy some western religion.

Drogo passed a warrior enjoying a baker's daughters. The baker lay dead in the corner, and his three daughters procreated near his corpse. The oldest was made to service the Dothraki's steed, crying as she sucked and worshiped the beast's cock. The next oldest was being forced to ride the Dothraki's huge cock, raping herself as she bounced up and down. The youngest daughter, practically a child, was made to lick her new master's cock and suck his balls as her sister was fucked in front of her. Drogo, though, did not want to use a family for his pleasure, though his horse had earned a reward. Still, he rode on.

Dismounting his red stallion, the Kkhal entered the red keep. In the throne room, Drogo saw the ladies of the court be ravaged by his hungry horde. Women were being taken in all positions and in all holes. One in particular caught his attention. One of his bloodriders, Qotho, was ramming his cock in and out of the former Queen, Cercei Lannister. She wore not a stitch of clothing, and had been gagged with cloth from one of the other ladies' dresses. Qotho showed no mercy, fucking the bitch doggystyle and spanking her ass raw. As tempting as she was, she was not what Drogo desired, though he did spit on her face before climbing the stairs to his room. Inside, the prize Drogo truly desired, above all else, was waiting for him.

What is Drogo's true desire?

[[He truly desires Daenerys Targaryen]]

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Sansa on the Iron Islands

2016-12-26T03:52:21Z

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Theon was angry. When his father declared war on the North, he had expected a great position in the military. Instead, he had been told to raid petty fishing villages. Then, to make matters worse, his father had learned of his plan to invade Winterfell and put a stop to it. The foolish old man! How could he not see the potential!

Now, Yara had told him to come to the great hall. Apparently, she had a "present" for him. It was probably just a way to gloat about her victories. His anger building, he threw open the doors to the throne room. When he saw who sat on the table, he froze, slack-jawed.

On the table sat Sansa Stark, Ned Stark's daughter and the girl of Theon's dreams. She wore only a loose blue shirt, barely covering her beautiful body. One breast sat uncovered, the nipple hard from the cold ocean winds. She seemed scared, but made no move to escape. Approaching her, he found a note on the table. "Don't ask how, just enjoy -Yara". She had probably been offered a choice, Theon guessed, Service him or get raped by her crew. He was glad Sansa choose the ladder.

"P-Please Theon," Sansa stuttered, shaky and uncertain, "Use me as you please." She spread her legs, offering him her wet sex. It was beautiful, her hair neatly shaved into the shape of the Greyjoy Kraken. Theon definitely owed his sister big time!

Theon wasted no time, pulling his fully erect cock out of his pants and lining it up with her pussy. She was definitely wet, practically dripping onto the floor. She was enjoying this, willingly or not. Without further hesitation, her thrust int, eliciting a squeel from the Stark girl. She wasn't a virgin, which surprised Theon.

"Already spoiled, huh?" Theon asked, pulling out and pushing back in. "Who was it? Robb, Joffrey, The Hound?" She was biting her lip, trying to contain a moan. Wanting an answer, Theon rammed his entire length into her.

"JON!" She gasped, unable to control herself. Theon grinned, fucking his prize at a steady pace.

"So Jon got here first," he taunted, picking up speed. In another time he would have been angered the bastard had beat him to it. However, with her warm folds wrapped around his cock, he couldn't complain. Theon had been with enough girls to know when they were about to climax, and Sansa was there. She was panting, holding in pleasure she didn't want to have. Bottoming out inside her, he stopped, much to Sansa's disappointment.

"Beg," he ordered. He expected her to cry, to refuse, to show some signs of refusal. Instead, she leaned in closer, wrapping her pale arms around his neck. "Fuck me," she whispered into his ear, "Fuck me hard. I want to be your salt wife, I want your milk inside me. Just please keep fucking me."

Theon wasn't going to refuse that. He pounded into her with new vigor, shaking the table. Sansa let out her moans now, no longer fearing them. They filled the room, and turned to screams when she came. She squirted all over his cock, pushing him over the edge as well. He deposited his seed deep in her womb, claiming his salt wife. He hadn't paid the iron price, but he didn't care. Sansa Stark was his.

"Good show," Theon heard from the doorway. Turning his head, and still deep in Sansa, he saw Yara, fully nude. "Glad you liked my gift. Wanna give me a turn?"

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Category:Game of Thrones Short Stories

2016-12-26T03:51:44Z

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Game of Thrones Short Stories is an offshoot of [[Game of Thrones Fantasy]]. It's a collection of short stories set in the Game of Thrones universe, all including sex between your favorite characters! Hope you enjoy!

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Spoils of War

2016-12-26T03:49:03Z

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That will be all" Drogo ordered, the young servant girl bowing and exiting the tent. The Khal leaned back and rested on the pile of furs serving as his bed. His left hand brought some Westerosi wine to his lips, and his right idly played with his wife's breasts. She was lying next to him, naked as the day she was born, her breasts larger than usual, as she was 4 weeks pregnant with their second child. She was his favorite girl, and he was so glad he had married her. It had been her idea to invade Westeros, after all, and look where that had gotten him!

To Drogo's left was Missandei, a slave Drogo had been given as a gift. She served him both in bed and as a translator, and was never permitted to wear clothes. Something about her smooth ebony flesh turned Drogo on beyond belief. He gave the slave's right tit a grope, pinching the hard nipple. The translator smiled, leaning closer and kissing his neck. Drogo had been kinder than her last masters, and she had grown quite fond of him. Moaning, she began to touch herself, her body pressed up against the Khal's.

Between his legs, two of Drogo's more recent conquests were working hard. Sansa and Arya Stark, who had once been bitter enemies, dutifully sucked his cock together. They had been difficult to break, but after a few months he'd finally fucked the resistance out of them. Sansa had been the first to submit, her sister soon following suit. They were expert cocksuckers now, Sansa currently working the shaft while Arya took care of the balls. Every few minutes the sisters would make out passionately before switching places.

Daenerys even had a slave of her own, though this one had come willingly. Margaery Tyrell had her face buried between the khaleesi's legs, a position she was used to. As the khalasar had approached the Reach, Margaery had approached them, offering herself to the Khal. In exchange, she asked him to ensure her family and people would be spared. Drogo agreed, gifting her to his wife on her nameday. She was the most sexually adept member of Drogo's harem, and had taught the Starks how to suck cock properly.

Drogo was getting bored, having been sucked off by the Stark sisters many times. Grabbing Sansa's hair, he pulled the redhead onto his lap. Her pale skin contrasted so beautifully with Drogo's dark tan. She had once been so innocent, so pure. Now she was an experienced whore, climbing on Drogo's dick without hesitation. It was a tight fit, Sansa's pussy not yet stretched by childbirth, but she knew what she was doing. She rode her master like she would ride a lover. Her back was arched, her jiggling breasts pushed out for the Khal's enjoyment.

"The princess really is a complete slut now, isn't she," Missandei comments, squeezing one of Sansa's breasts possessively. The Stark girl didn't respond, still riding Drogo's cock. "Oooh, so focused. Lemme see if I can fix that." Wrapping her arms around her fellow slave, Missandei aggressively made out with the redhead, almost angrily invading the poor girl's mouth with her tongue. Sansa was shocked, and even a bit scared, but knew better than to resist. She was even able to keep bouncing on her master's dick, a testament to her training.

"We trained the fight outta this whore, too," Daenerys added, nudging Arya with her foot. The young girl was a devoted bed slave, sucking on Drogo's balls and licking up her sister's juices as they leaked out. To prove how depraved Arya was, Drogo grabbed Sansa's hips and forced her to take all of his cock, spreading her ass in the process. Arya got the message, her tongue diving into her sister's asshole. The redhead climaxed immediately as Arya buried her face between Sansa's cheeks. Any reservations Arya may of had about incest had been destroyed during her training. If Drogo asked her to fuck a horse, she would probably do it without a second thought.

The sisterly love had brought Drogo close to his climax, but he knew he shouldn't cum in Sansa. Pushing her off his dick, Sansa tumbled to the floor, her pussy still quivering from her recent orgasm. The Khal had been meaning to put a baby in Missandei, a reward for her good service, and he couldn't think of a better time. He grabbed her smooth, ebony body and forced her onto all fours, her face pushed into the furs. The slave was very compliant, even wiggling her ass for her master. Missandei loved getting fucked, and almost screamed when Drogo penetrated her. Her cunt greedily swallowed his entire length, desperate for pleasure. The Khal fucked her hard, too close to his climax to show restraint. His strong hands struck her ass, the pain only adding to her pleasure.

On the other side of the bed, Daenerys moaned in ecstasy as Margaery's brilliant tongue made the khaleesi cum. Hearing his wife orgasm pushed Drogo over the edge, and with one final thrust he filled Missandei with his seed. She climaxed with him, the prospect of carrying her master's child intoxicating. After depositing the last drop of semen, the Khal collapsed onto the bed, his dick still inside his slave. Missandei didn't mind, in fact she enjoyed the feeling, cuddling up next to her master. Dany and Margaery joined them, crawling over and finding a spot next to the man they loved. The Stark's had not yet earned their place on the bed, and were forced to sleep on the ground.

As Drogo fell asleep, surrounded by girls devoted to him, there to service his every need, he thanked himself for deciding to marry that girl from Westeros.

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Spoils of War

2016-12-26T03:48:43Z

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Spoils of War

2016-12-26T03:47:53Z

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Short Stories and One-Shots

2016-12-26T03:46:25Z

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Arya's Training in Braavos

2016-12-13T03:53:52Z

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Arya's Training in Braavos

2016-12-13T01:44:49Z

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It was bigger than she had been expecting. It wasn't huge, but erect it must of been at least 8 inches. However, as she stared at Jaqen H'ghar's cock. she couldn't help but be impressed.

"What is your name?" Jaquen asked, circling his student, naked as the day he was born. The student was similarly naked, her nipples hardening in the cold air.

"A girl has no name," the student replied. She made no move to hide her body, knowing full well the consequences of her actions.

"To truly be no one, a girl must be able to pleasure anyone." As he said this, he ran his hand along her ass, squeezing and pinching the taut flesh.

"A girl has been training." For weeks, the girl had been selling her body on the street, fucking strangers for coppers. All so she could become a faceless man, the perfect assassin.

"Then prove it," Jaqen ordered, lying down on a small cot he had set up. The girl didn't hesitate, approaching her teacher slowly, swaying her hips and pushing out her breasts. The girl knew how to please men. She had learned a long time ago, in another life.

"I bet you've waited a long time for this," the girl purred, kneeling down in front of her master. "I've seen the way you look at me, know the things you want to do to me." She had learned how to talk dirty from her time as a beggar. She found it made her clients finish quicker, allowing her to serve more people in less time.

Jaqen made no attempt to respond, but the girl could tell he was dying with anticipation. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his thick shaft, inch after inch disappearing into her wet hole. A girl could not contain her moan, beginning to bounce on his cock. She cast her eyes upward, noticing the thousands of faces adorning the walls. They were all watching her, examining her body, and she loved it.

"A girl mustn't get distracted," Jaqen said, but the voice was not his. Looking down, she saw with horror that it was now Sandor Clegane fucking her, the scarred face recognizable by anyone. The girl stopped moving in shock. A name, Arya Stark. Arya Stark remembered the Hound. He had raped her, raped her until Arya began to enjoy it, beg for it. Arya had left him to die.

"Well if your not gonna do it," The Hound growled, flipping Arya over. She was now on all fours, and grunted as her old friend began to pound into her. Doggystyle had been his favorite position, and soon Arya was pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. She had missed this, the rough, animal fucking nobody but Clegane could provide. She no longer cared why he was here, and how he was still alive. She just wanted his monster cock.

Arya loved it so much she cried out in protest when she was flipped over again, now lying on her back. However, now it was Syrio Forel, First Sword of Bravos, who was fucking her. Syrio had taught her how to please men. He had made her the slut she was, and she was glad he was here now. She wrapped her legs around his body, pulling him closer. Closing her eyes, Arya lost herself in the moment, approaching her climax. She forgot about the faceless men, about Bravoos, about everything. All she wanted was Syrio's cock.

Opening her eyes, Arya saw the man who had taken her virginity staring down at her. Her half-brother. Jon Snow. This was more than Arya could take, moaning as she climaxed, squirting all over his dick. She came harder than she'd ever came before, and she loved it. Before she could recover, she felt Jon pull out of her.

"A girl is still someone," Jon said, his voice that of Jaqen H'ghar. Pointing his cock at her face, he proceeded to cover the girl with his salty cum. Load after load covered the student, who desperatly tried to catch all of it in her mouth. The name Arya Stark echoed in her head as she lapped up as much semen as possible.

"We will try again tommorrow," Jaqen said, before he disappeared into the darkness, leaving his student on the ground, covered in cum.

She knew she wasn't no one, despite all her efforts. She was Arya Stark, and she always will be.

Fin

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Ygritte

2016-12-12T00:59:05Z

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Ygritte

2016-12-10T02:25:02Z

Hammerhead1004: Created page with '"Her," Drogo commands, pointing at the wildling. "Of course you picked her," Dany sighs, her fingers idly playing with her cunt, "Nevermind the political repercussions. Well, a …'

Short Stories and One-Shots

2016-12-06T21:51:19Z

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The Stark Sisters

2016-12-03T20:24:43Z

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"Them," Drogo commands, pointing toward the sisters. He had grown fond of the women from Northern Westeros. Their skin, paler than even your wife, makes the Khal hard as the iron throne.

"Excellent," Arya purred, licking her lips. She turned toward her sister, who was trembling with fear. A virgin, Drogo assumed. "Oh, don't worry about my sister. She'll be moaning before long."

Dropping his pants, Drogo revealed his rock hard, 10 inch cock. "Damn, I want a turn," he hears one of the girls say, Ygritte he thinks. However, his focus is on his prize.

"Enjoy," Daenerys says, her fingers dipping down into her sex. Drogo plans to, walking over to the sisters. Arya is the more eager of the two, crawling over and, without a word, taking his cock in her mouth. The Khal is surprised, but doesn't stop her. He runs his hands through her hair, guiding her bobbing head. The petite girl had definitely sucked dick before, gulping down inch after inch of his cock. Drogo glanced over at Sansa, and saw she was looking on with curiosity. Her nipples were hard, and her eyes followed her sister's head. Unlike her sister, Sansa seemed sexually inexperienced, this probably being the first time she'd seen a penis.

Pulling Arya's head off his cock, the Khal pointed toward the redhead. "Take care sister," he ordered, still not fluent in Westerosi.

"Gladly," Arya said sexily, giving her king's cock a kiss before crawling over to her sister. Despite Sansa's protests and feeble attempts to resist, the smaller yet stronger Arya overpowered her. She pushed the princess on her butt and forcibly spread her legs, revealing her trimmed pussy. Before Sansa could utter another word, Arya dived in, eating out her sisters pussy. Sansa gasped, taken aback by her sisters incestuous actions. Slowly, she began to stop struggling and begin moaning. Soon she had her head back and her eyes closed, moaning loudly and humping her sister's mouth.

As she eat out Sansa, the younger Stark's plump ass swayed back and forth, tempting her would-be husband. Drogo need no further invitation, grabbing her hips and ramming into her wet cunt. Arya grunted at the sudden intrusion, Drogo's dick two sizes to big for her. While definitely not a virgin, she was very tight, and Drogo had to pound into her with all his strength to fit his entire 10 inches into her. She was worth the effort, though, as Drogo had missed fucking pussies this tight. His wife, while she was the love of his life, had been left a bit looser after her pregnancy. If he decided to a take Arya as a wife, Drogo resolved to not impregnate her for a while, a tight little princess, there whenever he needed her.

Having been so focused on the Starks, Drogo was just now noticing what the other girls were doing. Ygritte was furiously fingering her pussy, staring at your long cock. Myrcella was not looking at her king, but instead transfixed on Sansa. She lovingly gazed at the girls pussy, and was delicately rubbing herself. Drogo guessed she might be one of those girls who liked other girls, or who liked both. Finally, he saw his wife was having some fun of her own. She had called Margaery over, the Tyrell's face buried between the Targaryen's legs. The Khaleesi was moaned and squirmed on the Iron Throne, a testament to Margaery's skill. He wouldn't be surprised if his wife kept the former Queen-to-be around, for political reasons, of course.

Arya's climax brought Drogo back to the task at hand. She screamed as she came hard, her juices leaking onto the floor. Her cunt massaged his cock as she came, bringing him close to climax. However, the Khal resisted the urge to release, having more work to do. Once she came down from her high, Arya collapsed, exhausted from the hardest fucking of her life.

"Please marry me," Arya panted as Drogo pulled out. "I need this in my life." Drogo grinned, seriously considering keeping the wild girl around.

"Move," Drogo grunted, giving Arya's ass a squeeze. She complied, rolling out of the way, now lying on her back. Her breasts, covered with sweat, rose and fell with her deep breaths. However, Drogo was now focused on the other Stark. Sansa was looking at him nervously, but her legs remained spread.

"I've never been with a man," she said softly, waiting for him to make a move. Lacking the words to respond, he simply knelt between her legs. She showed no signs of protest, and when he lined up his cock with her virgin sex, she almost looked excited. Deciding to be gentle (at least at first), Drogo slowly pushed into the redhead. She moaned softly, her eyes staring lustfully into his. Soon he hit her hymen, and getting it over quickly. She let out a gasp, and even after a few thrusts he could see tears welling in her eyes. Drogo, though, was determined, and pushed into her with slow, long strokes. Soon she began to like it, moaning softly and pushing back into Drogo's thrusts.

Sansa and Drogo having already been overstimulated by their turns with Arya, both were close to climaxing. Drogo sped up his thrusts, Sansa's moans becoming louder and louder until she was practically screaming for her King. All eyes in the room were on the them as Sansa came, her juices coating the Khal's cock and pushing him over the edge. Shoving his cock in balls-deep, he filled her womb with his potent seed. Regardless of whether or not Drogo married her, Sansa would be having his child. Having pumped her full of his semen, Drogo pulled out, a bit of it leaking out. Arya, still exhausted, crawled over to her sister and the two made out passionately.

"You'd never know those two used to hate eachother," Daenerys commented, getting off the Iron Throne. She had orgasmed the same time as Drogo, Margaery still licking the warm juices off her lips. "So, have you chosen a wife?"

Which Stark does Drogo choose?

[[He marries both]]

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The Stark Sisters

2016-12-03T20:24:22Z

Hammerhead1004:

"Them," Drogo commands, pointing toward the sisters. He had grown fond of the women from Northern Westeros. Their skin, paler than even your wife, makes the Khal hard as the iron throne.

"Excellent," Arya purred, licking her lips. She turned toward her sister, who was trembling with fear. A virgin, Drogo assumed. "Oh, don't worry about my sister. She'll be moaning before long."

Dropping his pants, Drogo revealed his rock hard, 10 inch cock. "Damn, I want a turn," he hears one of the girls say, Ygritte he thinks. However, his focus is on his prize.

"Enjoy," Daenerys says, her fingers dipping down into her sex. Drogo plans to, walking over to the sisters. Arya is the more eager of the two, crawling over and, without a word, taking his cock in her mouth. The Khal is surprised, but doesn't stop her. He runs his hands through her hair, guiding her bobbing head. The petite girl had definitely sucked dick before, gulping down inch after inch of his cock. Drogo glanced over at Sansa, and saw she was looking on with curiosity. Her nipples were hard, and her eyes followed her sister's head. Unlike her sister, Sansa seemed sexually inexperienced, this probably being the first time she'd seen a penis.

Pulling Arya's head off his cock, the Khal pointed toward the redhead. "Take care sister," he ordered, still not fluent in Westerosi.

"Gladly," Arya said sexily, giving her king's cock a kiss before crawling over to her sister. Despite Sansa's protests and feeble attempts to resist, the smaller yet stronger Arya overpowered her. She pushed the princess on her butt and forcibly spread her legs, revealing her trimmed pussy. Before Sansa could utter another word, Arya dived in, eating out her sisters pussy. Sansa gasped, taken aback by her sisters incestuous actions. Slowly, she began to stop struggling and begin moaning. Soon she had her head back and her eyes closed, moaning loudly and humping her sister's mouth.

As she eat out Sansa, the younger Stark's plump ass swayed back and forth, tempting her would-be husband. Drogo need no further invitation, grabbing her hips and ramming into her wet cunt. Arya grunted at the sudden intrusion, Drogo's dick two sizes to big for her. While definitely not a virgin, she was very tight, and Drogo had to pound into her with all his strength to fit his entire 10 inches into her. She was worth the effort, though, as Drogo had missed fucking pussies this tight. His wife, while she was the love of his life, had been left a bit looser after her pregnancy. If he decided to a take Arya as a wife, Drogo resolved to not impregnate her for a while, a tight little princess, there whenever he needed her.

Having been so focused on the Starks, Drogo was just now noticing what the other girls were doing. Ygritte was furiously fingering her pussy, staring at your long cock. Myrcella was not looking at her king, but instead transfixed on Sansa. She lovingly gazed at the girls pussy, and was delicately rubbing herself. Drogo guessed she might be one of those girls who liked other girls, or who liked both. Finally, he saw his wife was having some fun of her own. She had called Margaery over, the Tyrell's face buried between the Targaryen's legs. The Khaleesi was moaned and squirmed on the Iron Throne, a testament to Margaery's skill. He wouldn't be surprised if his wife kept the former Queen-to-be around, for political reasons, of course.

Arya's climax brought Drogo back to the task at hand. She screamed as she came hard, her juices leaking onto the floor. Her cunt massaged his cock as she came, bringing him close to climax. However, the Khal resisted the urge to release, having more work to do. Once she came down from her high, Arya collapsed, exhausted from the hardest fucking of her life.

"Please marry me," Arya panted as Drogo pulled out. "I need this in my life." Drogo grinned, seriously considering keeping the wild girl around.

"Move," Drogo grunted, giving Arya's ass a squeeze. She complied, rolling out of the way, now lying on her back. Her breasts, covered with sweat, rose and fell with her deep breaths. However, Drogo was now focused on the other Stark. Sansa was looking at him nervously, but her legs remained spread.

"I've never been with a man," she said softly, waiting for him to make a move. Lacking the words to respond, he simply knelt between her legs. She showed no signs of protest, and when he lined up his cock with her virgin sex, she almost looked excited. Deciding to be gentle (at least at first), Drogo slowly pushed into the redhead. She moaned softly, her eyes staring lustfully into his. Soon he hit her hymen, and getting it over quickly. She let out a gasp, and even after a few thrusts he could see tears welling in her eyes. Drogo, though, was determined, and pushed into her with slow, long strokes. Soon she began to like it, moaning softly and pushing back into Drogo's thrusts.

Sansa and Drogo having already been overstimulated by their turns with Arya, both were close to climaxing. Drogo sped up his thrusts, Sansa's moans becoming louder and louder until she was practically screaming for her King. All eyes in the room were on the them as Sansa came, her juices coating the Khal's cock and pushing him over the edge. Shoving his cock in balls-deep, he filled her womb with his potent seed. Regardless of whether or not Drogo married her, Sansa would be having his child. Having pumped her full of his semen, Drogo pulled out, a bit of it leaking out. Arya, still exhausted, crawled over to her sister and the two made out passionately.

"You'd never know those two used to hate eachother," Daenerys commented, getting off the Iron Throne. She had orgasmed the same time as Drogo, Margaery still licking her juices off her lips. "So, have you chosen a wife?"

Which Stark does Drogo choose?

[[He marries both]]

[[Category:ASOIAFSexyEdition]]

[[Category:ASOIAFSexyEdition]]

The Stark Sisters

2016-12-03T05:40:05Z

Hammerhead1004: Created page with '"Them," Drogo commands, pointing toward the sisters. He had grown fond of the women from Northern Westeros. Their skin, paler than even your wife, makes the Khal hard as the iron…'