GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

Unella closed her eyes and bit her lips from the inside, trying hard not to make the unholy, lewd noises she detested. Her chest couldn't help moving back, still uncertain of the heat gathering in her belly. Something about it felt raw, dirty, a sin; but all so thrilling.

Robert's other hand went under her armpit, reaching around to her head and pulling back. As the headdress around her head fell back and around her neck, he discarded it without a care, reaching back once more to pull on her tightly braided blonde locks. He forced her to tilt her head back, her chest arched forward, presenting him with her brazenly exposed lushness. He slid his wide tongue over her sensitive pink nipples, tasting the sweetness of her untainted flesh.

Indulging in her squirms, he looked up towards her face, blushing and trembling with her eyes closed. She seemed to enjoy every lick and nibble, struggling hard against her sinful desire to ask for more. Strands of her blond hair started to unravel, sticking to her pale skin.

This woman… Truly a sight to behold, a waste to leave unexplored.

Robert let go of her hair, trailing his hand down her arm and grabbing her idle hands on his lower chest. He guided her hand right down his belly, going further down to his already fully swollen flesh. He pushed her harder onto the wall with his chest, her breasts smothered between them.

He licked her jawline and gruffly whispered into her ear. "Hold it… and stroke it."

Unella's hand twitched when she felt the hardened heat of his loins, so big and long she was almost terrified, bigger than that sinful tool the girls used. But the contrasting heat warmed up her cold hands as if the firm flesh was meant to be there, for her to worship and adore. She wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft, stirred by how forceful he was.

As the tips of her fingers trailed his veins, the feeling of wanting to feel such a giant in her core subtly came to mind. Would it fit? Would it hurt? The arousing thought that it would feel better than that horrid toy caused her lower belly to contract in greed, and the craving intensified.

Her movements gradually quickened, stroking the large, girthy cock with her hand, churning up and down as she relished the soft skin of his flesh sword. The way Robert licked and teased her neck enticed her even more, slowly losing her hesitation with every stroke of his slithering tongue. Her timid approach turned to lustful yearning, wanting to feel the virile, masculinity inside her scorching, sinful body.

To her delight, Robert's hands came down to her bountiful hips, his fingers dancing in place as he pulled up the hem of her gown.

He felt the smooth skin of her thighs and gently reached down to her sweltering core. His thumb brushed up and down against her smallcloth and felt the moistness of her pussy seeping through. It was so hot and scorching that he couldn't wait to dive into her sacred depths, to where no man had gone before. His hand suddenly gripped hard, leaving marks on her the pale flesh of her inner thighs.

"Ah," Unella yelped at the sudden pinch, the pain mixed with a feeling she never felt before, pure lust from the pain. Her hands stopped moving and her eyes widened at the King's beast-like gaze. "Y-your Grace..?"

"That's enough, I know you're ready now. It's time for the main course," Robert said.

He pulled back from Unella's body and grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her against the wall with one swift move. He roughly pulled up the edge of her skirt to her waist and tore off her smallcloth.

Unella was confused by the sudden movement, feeling exposed but somehow excited. She leaned against the wall with both hands, unconsciously exposing more of her moist slit and protruding ass.

Then she felt it, Roberts's wide, rough hands kneading her sensitive, rounded ass with heavy grips. Her pussy twitched from the aggressive massage, opening up and salivating when her ass cheeks were spread.

Suddenly, something hot and dull slid up and down the length of her slit, smooth and largely blunt, parting her wet lower lips and letting it close back up in its wake. Her pussy lips were played with like a toy. She quivered from the touch, her pussy twitching and throbbing, almost wanting to grab the intruder between her dribbling petals.

"This is what you wanted, right?" Robert asked, teasing her gaping pussy with his cock head.

"Ye–yes, Your Grace! Please…."

"Good!"

With one powerful thrust, he entered her, filling her completely in one go. He needed to feed the beast today, and he wasn't going to be miserly about it. He could feel her pussy gripping around him in a struggle, her walls stretching to oblivion. All the bumps and grooves of her muscles stroking long and wide against his skin, the caressing flesh felt divine.

"Ooohhhh!" Unella moaned loudly, throwing her head back in bliss. The pain mixed with her pleasure, the unholy punishment she wanted oh so badly. The stinging trickles of her stretched pussy sent shivers up her spine, stuffed so full that she felt like breaking.

More and more of her juices aided Robert, flushing out the unwanted friction. He planted himself deep, right down to near his base, staying there for a moment to relish the tight, twitching sensations of this unsullied cunt. But that didn't feel enough, he wanted more, the creature inside him craved for more.

He started moving slowly, letting his cock brush against every bit of her sensitive walls. Letting go of her sweetly curved ass, his arms moved. One went under her armpit to reach around for her jiggling mounds, the other roughly lifted one of her legs, slid under her knee, and searched for her sensitive bundle of nerves. He lifted up her body a little from under her left knee, forcing her off the wall with his palm on her breast.

"Oh oh! Your G-grace… Nu–ohhh!" Unella cried out when she had to lift her left leg, feeling like she was going to fall, balancing on her right toe.

Her ass collided with his pelvic muscles, the cock going deeper into her hot furnace. Her breast spilled and smothered his fingers, feeling the hard grip of his palm, molding her flesh like putty and tugging her down to his penetrating spear. She moaned loudly when his hips started to move faster, shoving into her stretched pussy in rhythm.

She felt like she couldn't take it anymore, but she was wrong… Oh so wrong. When Robert's other hand finally found her swollen little button, she withered uncontrollably, her one hand instinctively reaching down to stop him.

Robert sneered when he felt her hand trying to stop his fingers from toying with her clitoris. But then he gripped her hand, forcing her fingers to touch her own little bundle of nerves. He enjoyed the forbidden feeling, sullying the pure Septa and fulfilling her worldly, sinful desires, tainting her insides with his big fat cock, and he was going to make sure she enjoyed it too. Every time he went in, her wet juices squelched and trickled down her plump thighs. Such a sight to behold.

His other hand kept gripping and squeezing her breast, his cock moving in and out of her glorious hole, going faster and faster with each thrust. He went in hilt deep as her body partially weighed down on him, slamming onto her cervix hard with every plunge. He could feel his cock head going as deep as he could, but he wasn't going to stop there, shoving in his iron-hard cock deeper until he heard whimpers from her throat.

"Unghh! ungh!!! Seven!! Oohhhh—" Unella cried out in delirious ecstasy.

Her fingers fiddled around her clit, obeying her king's wishes somehow gave her uncontrollable lust and joy. Her insides churned by his cock, scraped by his crown, and her cervix pushed to aching ends.

She somehow loved the pain, the merciless punishment from his large cock. And she wanted more, stretched more, deeper, harder, faster. It was all so acheful, but oh so good, as if it purified her from inside. There were no other thoughts in her head but more, more, more.

"Take it like you wanted!" Robert growled, his plowing cock slamming into her mercilessly.

Unella couldn't make up the words in her mind, only moaning loudly in ecstasy. She could feel the pressure building up in her pussy, reaching that inevitable cloud nine. Her walls contracted, tightening around his cock for dear life.

"Ooh! Seven!!" With a loud cry for the gods, her essence flowed like a spray of holy water, wetting his cock and trickling down her leg. She shattered in release, finally reaching that pure sense of bliss.

Robert kept thrusting, the squelching sounds making his movements even wilder.

Before Unella's body could even relax, another burst of ecstasy gripped her. In a final glorious moment, she exploded a second time. This rare multiple orgasm burned her with a blood-rushing climax. This time a shameful, sinful squirt.

After a long moment, letting the rush of pleasure wash over her, her body weakened in Robert's hands. Her knees buckled as she gulped for breath, swaying back and forth, almost falling to the floor.

"Let's… finish then."

Robert pulled his cock out of her flushed pussy and pushed her body down to make her kneel in front of him. He stroked his cock vigorously in front of her blushing, messy face.

"When a man… doesn't want his woman to have a babe… he can finish like this. Open your mouth!" Robert ordered in desperate grunts. "Wider!"

She responded and weakly opened her mouth, letting him punish her even more. This was all she desired now.

Robert's swollen cockhead invaded her tight, warm mouth, settling there. He stroked his length with eager intensity. The slippery tight walls of her mouth, the untrained tongue playing around his cockhead, the saliva, and the submissive look on her face; all felt otherworldly. He could feel the strain in his cock, reaching a breaking point.

"Agh!" With a jarring, pulsing explosion of bliss, he allowed his molten juices to fill up her mouth and throat to the brim.

Unella, shocked by the never before felt sudden heat and slimy, salty taste in her mouth, moved back, breaking the seal of her lips around his cock with a pop.

A big mistake.

Robert's flexing sprays continued to flow, pump after pump, staining her face and glistening breasts, leaving long strings of his cum on her shimmering, pale skin. Some coated her eyelids, making it hard for her to keep them open.

Truly, her sinful body was thoroughly ravaged, defiled, and tainted by him.

He was her teacher that day. He was her god, and as she swallowed his culmination, it was her holy water.

Robert stepped back, catching his breath. He looked at Septa's utterly spent frame, sitting motionlessly on the floor, her back against the bed's edge. She gulped the musky fluids in her mouth, not bothering to wipe her face or mounds.

Not enough. Robert heard alarm bells in his head. She needs more persuasion.

"Very well, Septa. We'll continue this tomorrow at the Red Keep. If I'm to take up this duty, I'll see it through, no matter the cost."

"M-my… my gratitude… Your Grace."

Halfway there. Robert evaluated her state. A few more thorough sessions and she'll submit. Robert's memories can't be false.

"I shall see you tomorrow."

With that, Robert tied his breeches and left the room discreetly. He heard the door lock again behind him, easing his worries for Unella. The woman still seemed quick-witted.

Such a strange turn of events. What do I do with Sansa and Myrcella now?

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Dorne, Sunspear.

"Robert has departed King's Landing, bound for Braavos. The game slips from our grasp, brother. He has solidified his reign, freeing the North and crushing the Lannisters. Now the Tyrells flock to his side. We can't afford to let this go on," Oberyn warned as he sat reclined beside his brother's chair near a small pool.

Doran sighed heavily, his gaze lingering on the sky as if seeking answers in its vastness. "Daenerys has made no meaningful progress, it seems. The whispers of the Young Griff are still nothing but that—whispers. Our plans have stretched far too long. I need you to journey to Essos and meet with Daenerys Targaryen. I must know the true strength of her dragons before we decide whether to move against Robert."

"So we're going with it? Rebelling against the Crown?"

"Why hesitate, when the King himself is nothing but a usurper? With the dragons' return, we may have our chance... Let's confirm the rumors first." Doran cut himself off midspeech. "Head to Braavos at once."

With a groan, Oberyn stood up and stretched his arms. "I hope you know what you're doing."

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"All aboard!"

Robert stood at the edge of the ship's deck, looking at the docks where Stannis and Tyrion stood, waving at him. He then looked to his side, at the two girls waving—Myrcella and Sansa.

I'll keep an eye on these two.

At first, he'd planned to take only Myrcella to Braavos, using it as a convenient excuse to separate the girls. But when Sansa learned about it, she pleaded to come along, declaring it her only chance to see any place outside Westeros.

Aye, she was right. Once she was wed, she'd be tied to her husband's hearth, siring children, and no more adventures for her. So, he ended up bringing her too, still holding a soft spot for the Starks.

Soon enough, the royal fleet left the bay and ventured into the Narrow Sea. The high waves thrashed against the ship's hull. Robert had no interest in watching the boring sea and retreated to his private quarters.

As for the two girls, he ordered Ser Barristan to keep an eye on them when he wasn't around.

"Sansa, come here," Myrcella called softly, pulling her close to the edge of the deck. She lowered her voice. "This is our only chance."

Sansa nodded strongly. "What's the plan?"

"The ship has only two large quarters. We'll most likely sleep in the King's quarters, which is the largest. He's probably already prepared three beds for us. All we need to do is make our bedding unusable, leaving only his bed as an option." Myrcella revealed her simple yet effective plan.

"W-who will go?" Sansa stuttered.

"You, silly. Don't you want to be the queen? Just remember to tease him and touch him, as you practiced." Myrcella gave Sansa a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You can do it, Sansa."

It was hard, but Myrcella hid her desire and jealousy well. A trait perhaps inherited from birth.

Sansa meekly nodded. "Let's do it."

"No, let's get him drunk first."

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