Sansa was having the time of her life finding new eccentric ways to punish the Lannister bitch, gradually stretching her limits. The night Sansa gave her to her soldiers, she enjoyed watching the whore being manhandled taking every dick the men pushed inside her holes like a champ.
The Stark had never seen a pussy stretch so much when two of her men's dick penetrated her at the same time, and the beautiful view of Cersei's abused cunt actually sent a jolt directly to Sansa's cock when she stopped howling like a bitch in heat.
She didn't feel any kind of attachment for the woman after everything she had done to bring down Sansa's family.
"Your huge breasts must feel very heavy for you, so I brought you a gift," the redhead said one night, tying the wrists of her busty slave to long-chain handcuffs hanging from the ceiling. Sansa's strong muscles bulged when she hoisted the blonde and ripped her skimpy robe with her bare hands.
Sansa didn't notice, but she had grown in height this past month along with her now bulkier figure. Cersei would slobber all over her six-pack, sucking and worshipping all of her before deepthroating her big fat cock as it were second nature.
Taking her time, Sansa crossed the room bringing another strange machine. Deftly, she arranged the several wires and placed two large cups over Cersei's erect nipples, smirking when she heard the sound of suctioning working.
The machine pinched the blonde's nipples, quickly pumping the huge fleshy glands. Cersei bent forward arching her back instinctively by the strength of the device, leaving her tight plump pussy completely exposed and begging to be taken.
"Do you like your master's gift, slave? You should moo like a cow, I think it would be quite fitting for you."
Sansa undressed slowly, letting her clothes neatly folded on the bed while the Lannister moaned and unraveled a few meters from where she stood. The slut was practically screaming and Sansa hadn't even started.
"Such a dumb cow slut, you can't even talk right now."
Cersei's breasts throbbed, milk spurting and traveling from her hardened nubs through the numerous extractors ducts that collected the nutritive liquid. The woman's knees trembled, if it wouldn't have been for the strong handcuffs holding her, she would have collapsed on the floor from overstimulation.
Sansa stroked her own girthy meaty shaft, her length growing under her attention until reaching full mast. It had taken her a while to get used to her increased libido. The Stark often found herself walking with an ever-present boner her tight breeches fought to hide, especially in public. Sometimes Daenerys would parade in front of her, or any sultry young maid really, their swaying hips promising heavenly pleasure between their creamy legs, and Sansa had to refrain from forcing them to their knees and plung her cock deep inside their cunts, right there in the open.
More blood rushed towards Sansa's cock when Cersei squealed once again reaching her peak. Tears ran down the Lannister's cheeks, but her moans told the Stark how the bitch was thoroughly enjoying her gift.
"Are you having too much fun, old bitch?" Sansa aligned her monstrous hard member, before guiding the cockhead inside the soaking cunt. Cersei's throbbing walls contracted to spasm around the shaft almost constantly, gripping Sansa tight like a vice.
It felt so fucking good.
The towering young woman began thrusting, fucking the broken slave with hard slams. Sansa let her instincts completely consume her, falling easily into an animalistic pace the blonde's hips hardly endured. Cersei looked almost tiny beneath her, a frail plump fruit for the six-foot-four woman to use as a mere toy.
Sansa almost felt pity.
Almost.
Cersei's fat lips parted, an expression of pure bliss painted on her face moaning with every hit of Sansa's thick cockhead against her womb. Her massive buttocks jiggled, bouncing deliciously with every red tainted slap the Stark marked over her flesh.
The sounds of their rough pounding invaded the room along with the low buzz of the breast milking machine. Blasts of precum lathering all over the Lannister's pussy already leaking out from her lower lips, a warning of the imminent release from Sansa's apple-sized balls.
Sansa grunted, her first orgasm washing over her as ropes of frothy jizz pumped inside the moaning Lannister. Her strong buttocks tightened as the redhead stilled, her cock draining unstoppable waves after waves of hot cum.
"A cock drunk slut, that's what you are. You can't live without my seed flooding your insides."
Without pulling her shaft from the still spasming pussy, Sansa freed the slave's confined wrists before disconnecting the milking machine. Cersei whimpered, sounding almost disappointed, but the redhead silenced her, bucking her hips with her once more rigid staff. Beads of breast milk dripped down the blonde's massive round tits, splurging a sudden burst of liquid when Sansa positioned the Lannister on all fours.
The redheads' strong pectorals flexed, grabbing forcefully the woman's hips until she was comfortable with the angle, shoving her hot member inside the engorged pussy.
"I still have a few rounds to go before I'm bored with you, slut."
Sansa brought her index finger coated with their combined juices and began circling Cersei's rear, teasing the small untouched opening. She had a few ideas in mind she'd like to try with her slave before the sun was up.
***
Tyrion considered himself a rather observant person. It was a loud rumor that Queen Daenerys could not stand King Jon in private, and another rumor a little less well known, but nonetheless true, that the young king preferred the company of his servant to that of the beautiful Targaryen.
And then there was young Sansa.
The only common denominator between them.
The young woman entered the beautiful square of the Red Keep gardens where Tyrion lounged, pondering all that had befallen the kingdom over a glass of wine. His duty as Hand of the king was to make sure that the kingdom did not fall into ruin, it would be a very sad record if he failed in his goal just weeks after conquering the capital.
It was therefore of utmost importance to find out what the hell was going on with the queen and why Sansa was at the center of it all.
When Tyrion spoke to the young Stark, he saw the innocent young woman she had been all those years ago, the same one who had walked up the steps of the Sept's altar in fright on her wedding day. Now, however, the reality was different.
With a confident stride, she approached the corner where the small Hand of the King rested, "Tyrion," she greeted with a slight bow before plopping down on the plush couch.
"I wasn't expecting you around, how was your morning?" she asked with a smirk.
"Very well."
Tyrion's eyelid twitched when the bold girl took his cup and gulped down all of the red liquid, "Although, not so good now. I'm glad you appreciate my tastes in wine, this one here it's a very exquisite specimen."
"Yes, it was," the girl agreed, amused, crossing her long legs before throwing her head back against the back of the sofa. She wore a dark blue leathered doublet, the tight fabric marking the bulky muscles her lean figure hid beneath the winter robes.
A young servant girl approached them to replace the empty decanter of wine with a full one. Sansa's eyes traveled up and down the girl's figure, resting a few heartbeats on her cleavage. Tyrion cleared his throat loudly, catching the redhead's attention again.
"It is good that you are here now, because I wanted to ask you why you have missed so many meetings of the small council."
Sansa shrugged her shoulders, "I was busy."
Tyrion shot her a knowing glare, "busy, like what?"
"I was busy taking care of the prisoners and about matters concerning the North, if I wanted your opinion about them I would have asked."
"And, do you?"
That made the girl laugh, a sweet sound coated with cutting mockery.
"I think I manage by myself perfectly, thank you. I have a great imagination."
Something inside Tyrion's stomach dropped, "you're scaring me, Sansa, you sound so much like Littlefinger."
"Well, despite the bad he did, Petyr Baelish had a lot of great qualities, but mine are different. Do you happen to know where the Queen is?"
And there it is, the matter he was dying to ask about.
"She went out for a ride with Drogon, something about needing to clear her mind."
Sansa's face paled for a second. Tyrion blinked, unsure about the Stark's reaction, but the woman schooled her features masterfully behind a mask once again, "well, it's nothing important. It can wait."
"What is it?"
"I don't know if I'm allowed to share that kind of information with you."
Tyrion let the matter drop, sensing Sansa's drastic change of behavior. The two began talking about menial things, they had so much to talk about the war or Sansa's escape from King's Landing that they didn't notice the newcomers approaching them.
Sansa saw her first, a bright smile painting over her lips. Margaery and the maids accompanying them curtsied. Tyrion watched curiously how Margaery blushed bashfully when the Stark brought her hand to her lips.
"It's great to see you again, my lady."
They announced that they were going to take a stroll in the gardens. Tyrion didn't seem to mind, engaged in a lively conversation with Olenna Tyrell and newcomer Bronn.
Alone, at last, Sansa led her into the labyrinth in one of the more secluded areas of the gardens. She could feel Margaery vibrating beside her, her eyes bright with desire for a private moment with her.
After turning several corners deep inside the maze, Margaery wasted no time in pulling her closer, catching her lips in a kiss. The pain of being apart disappeared inside Sansa's chest while she got lost in their dance until they had to pull away, breathless.
"I missed you so much," the brunette whispered, peppering kisses all over Sansa's neck, "I love you so much it hurts to be away from you."
Sansa gulped after hearing Margaery's confession, "I missed you too, my love," the redhead lifted her chin bringing their mouths together once more in a searing kiss.
Sansa felt her small fingers unfasten her doublet, almost ripping out her inner tunic to feel her skin. Taking the older girl by the back of her knees, Sansa lifted Margaery with ease, grunting when she felt the eager Tyrell's fingers playing with her hard-on through the fabric of her breeches.
To be honest, Sansa didn't know how she hadn't already pierced a hole through the material. She could feel the hard organ, fighting to be freed right the moment she set eyes on Margaery.
Almost tumbling, they reached a bench where Sansa laid Margaery slowly after placing over the hard stone her long dark blue doublet. Margaery looked like a goddess, her hair splaying over the surface in waves. Her long golden robe fell from her shoulders, revealing her naked body under the hungry stare of the Stark.
"Fuck me."
Sansa began by kneeling between Tyrell's thighs and mercilessly devouring her, drinking down all of her juices like a thirsty castaway. She groaned, feeling Margaery's fingers tense, clenching her scalp beneath her auburn hair when the Stark sucked over the hood of her clit after licking and lapping all over her pretty pussy.
Soon Margaery's body tensed in ecstasy, moaning sweetly when the first wave of her orgasm hit her, "so good, you're so perfect my little girl."
Sansa stood up, pushing the other girl's back slowly down on the bench's surface. Her fat colossal cock stroked teasingly over the Tyrell's wet entrance, precum already dripping from its tip, "you want my cock needy girl?"
"I-I need your cock, Sansa," Margaery nodded panting heavily, if you don't fuck me right now I'll lose my mind."
"What a whore," and what a lovely toy, begging for her seed. Sansa sheathed her length with a hard thrust making Margaery cry, "I missed your cunt so much, I missed the way it sounds when it's completely stuffed with my cum, would you like that slut?"
Sansa didn't let the Tyrell respond, locking their lips in a kiss. Their tongues swirled in a passionate dance while the Stark's drove deep hard thrusts piercing, over and over again inside Margaery's pussy.
She groaned, breaking the kiss as her head sank into Margarey's tits, lapping and worshipping the plump flesh. Margaery's arms wrapped around Sansa's neck, her legs locking behind the Stark.
"You're not here for the royal wedding, I know you. You just want me to fuck you silly, so drunk with my cum you forget how to talk with those pretty lips."
Sansa's muscles flexed, hammering into the moaning sultry girl, her balls swinging heavily as she thrust harder filling her perfectly. No one could stop the inhuman pace now. She fucked the girl like a wild animal in a rut. Her girthy shaft brushed past Margaery's cervix impaling the girl's womb with great force.
Margaery knew she'll never be satisfied with another person after the first time Sansa fucked her. Her pussy had gotten used to being thoroughly stretched by the thick dick, not even the biggest dildos she kept in Highgarden could compare. The primal desire to give up under the dominating Stark was too strong. Her walls were practically spasming constantly now, the never-ending waves of her orgasms sending her to a frenzy while Sansa's cock drove her to another peak, and then another.
Sansa's face contorted in pleasure, forcing her cock deeply once more. Margaery cried her name, throwing her head back as her cunt was filled with a huge blast of Sansa's cum sending the Tyrell into another orgasm.
Margaery's lips parted, nails digging into the muscular tall girl's back. Sansa kept her hips moving, guiding the brunette through her aftershocks. They stopped short after, regaining their breath and giggling about the state of their clothes. They had been very eager, and now they had to find a way to go back to the castle without anyone catching them.
It took him some time to find the pair. Lady Olenna warned him to leave them alone, but he didn't understand the old woman's harsh tone.
Until he heard moans coming from inside the maze.
Tyrion stopped, listening to the wet lewd sounds from the other side of the shrub wall. Approaching the bushes, he crouched to reach a small crack. His eyes immediately widened, freezing him in place.
A half-naked Sansa hovered over and completely naked Margaery, kissing her passionately while their bodies ground against each other. Okay, Tyrion could work with this knowledge, if Sansa was having an affair with the Tyrell maybe that explained the Queen's mood.
She was jealous.
But what Tyrion saw after left him even more speechless.
Sansa suddenly brought one of Margaery's long legs over her broad shoulders, letting Margaery's dripping pussy exposed for an instant before and a big veiny meaty cock (Tyrion had to blink several times, pinching his cheek to make sure he wasn't dreaming) stretched beautiful pink lips and impaled Margaery's cunt.
"So fucking tight and perfect, you're such a good slut."
Both girls moaned, Margaery's eyes fluttering close before she hummed into Sansa's kiss again. Sansa began bucking her hips wildly after a time, loving sensual thrust turned into hard slams, leaving the brunette powerless beneath the dominant Stark.
Tyrion took a step back, his feet tiptoeing silently until he was almost out of the maze. Their moans were still engraved in his mind, but he forced himself to forget them. There were a thousand more important things to do today, like arranging the imminent royal wedding.
Certainly more pressing matters than finding out what in the Seven Hells was going on with Sansa Stark and why she had an extra appendage thicker than his wrist.
It was late in the night when Margaery told her the news.
"I'm with child, Sansa."
They were laying on Sansa's bed completely exhausted after their carnal desires got sated. Margaery kissed deeply, before turning around and bringing the Stark's arms around her waist.
Sansa held her close between her strong arms, before asking, "how do you know?"
"My courses stopped coming the week after you left, I talked with the Maester and he confirmed it."
Something deep inside Sansa awoke, her hands traveling down Margaery's body until settling beneath her stomach, where their child grew. Her cock hardened, rubbing against the cleft of her ass.
"This is good news," Sansa massaged her breasts now and imagined how much they would grow, how gorgeous Margaery would look pregnant, swollen with their child, "you'll be a great mother and I promise I'll be there for you."
Sansa's member slid inside the Tyrell again, gripping her hip as she thrust forward, relishing in the warmth of the slick heat around her member. Gods , she had been fucking the girl for hours, but after hearing her say she was pregnant, a sudden primal urge to take her again drilled into Sansa's mind.
She would fuck Margaery senseless every night while their child sleeps until she knocks her up again.
"People will talk."
"I don't care," Sansa plunged deep inside with a harder thrust, eliciting a moan from the small girl, "let them talk. Lords will be jealous because I'm fucking one of the most beautiful girls in the Seven Kingdoms and the Ladys will be jealous of you for having my hard cock deep inside you every night."
The pair fucked the rest of the night, helplessly lost in one another by the news. Sansa couldn't believe she was going to be a mother… or a dad? It was confusing, but she didn't mind.
Sansa felt a sense of satisfaction and achievement greater than she had ever felt before, and somehow after everything she had lived through, it didn't scare her.
***
The wedding was a beautiful event. The bride and groom formed an impeccable match, both regents of great territories joining their houses to consolidate their alliance. In short, an ideal fairy tale ending.
Even if she denied it, Sansa could not bear to see them together for another second. Margaery sat next to her the entire evening, and the redhead had no doubt that she had seen that something was wrong. If there was one thing she loved about Margaery more than her irresistible physique, it was her perceptive mind.
Her suffering did not last long, thank the gods.
When the time of the bedding came, Jon wasn't the one in the Queen's chambers waiting for the blonde beauty.
Sansa needed to take back what was rightfully hers and she would do it tonight. Jon wouldn't mind, the redhead made sure of it. He already knew about them and how his small prick wouldn't be getting anything tonight, at least from the Queen.
"You looked so ravishing today, my queen," Sansa whispered in her ear while she lifted Daenerys' body and then impaled her back on her cock, "like the perfect little ruler, but I know who you are deep down, Dany."
The Targaryen's back was pressed against the Stark's strong pectorals, her creamy legs spread wide and hiked by Sansa's arms exposing her wet dripping cunt completely stretched by Sansa's veiny shaft. Daenerys had never felt so utterly vulnerable being manhandled, she had disappointed Sansa and now she was paying the price, and something dark and twisted inside of her mind loved it.
"You're just a whore dying to be bred by my seed, and you can't do anything about it."
Daenerys shuddered, her walls failing to withstand the powerful pace Sansa's hips settled. Her legs pulled up higher to be almost parallel to her torso, so the only things holding her were Sansa's biceps and the cock ramming into her pussy. She wailed, Sansa's words running through her mind until she felt herself grow more into them.
"F-fuck, fuck fuck fuck, yes! breeeed me, hyeesss!" She cried, her pussy clamping down the beefy shaft, her round breasts bounced wildly with their rhythm. It was all she ever wanted, Dany thought. She would give and give herself to Sansa over and over again, bear her children and live the rest of her life with her pussy stuffed with her mighty cock. Happiness at last, after a life full of suffering and there she was, sinking further and further into this twisted dream.
Sansa's hands dug firmer into Daenerys' skin, fucking her like an animal and pushing the pleasures further and further along, giving in harder to ecstasies that didn't know how to be contained.
"Jon may be king, but you are mine, my little slut," Sansa felt a desperate pressure carrying her hips leaving no chance to slow down. Daenerys threw her head back over Sansa's shoulder moaning and squealing while her orgasm washed over her. The ecstasy didn't slow down, pushing her harder and needier into a state of utter surrender.
"Breed your little slut, master," she mewled, completely lost. Sansa grunted into her platinum hair, falling further down the rabbit hole. Daenerys was a mess, clinging to her in drunken ecstasy, desperate for more and embracing her claim over her.
The chaotic rough pounding was pushing them slowly into desperation. Sansa could feel her balls filled with cum begging to be freed, waiting for their time to pump into the needy bitch shamelessly squealing like an animal in heat.
Erratic thrusts carried them further into their ruin, while moans and groans that intermingled to form this dizzy expression of complete fucking surrender on her face fed Sansa's thrusts ever harder.
"Fuck-"
Finally, the tall redhead let go, plunging as deep as she could go as wave after wave of thick, gooey cum splashed into the dragon queen's womb.
Moments later, Sansa carried them to the bed, where she pushed Dany forward. Her head rested over the fluffy mattress while her ass was hiked up perfectly, the coolness of the air grazing her sensitive core. Rivulets of cum and Daenerys' lubrication fell down the abused pink lips, eliciting a primal groan from the redhead.
Her cock was still hard as a rock, the twelve inches immediately sliding inside the platinum blonde again with a swift thrust. Daenerys looked over her shoulders, desire gleaming in her eyes when she watched the gigantic organ deep inside her once more.
"You liked it, greedy girl, I know it." A thick sheen of sweat covered her, her ass cheeks jiggling with each slam of their hips, "you're so hot right now, it's unfair."
"You'll make a gorgeous mother, and I'll fuck you every day until your voice cracks of crying my name so much."
They broke their fast together enjoying a variety of cheese and fruits. The queen practically pounced on the servant maid, grabbing the food tray immediately. Sansa chuckled, feeding the hungry Targaryen ripe plum she bit eagerly, sweet juices dripping down her cheeks, a mess Sansa solved by licking it from her neck.
When Jon called the Queen for an audience, Sansa had to send the messenger away, insisting the Queen was busy with more urgent matters at the moment.
Urgent matters that involved being restrained on the bed, while she was wildly ravaged by the redhead. A few hours later, Sansa had the idea of bringing a cubic machine and pressed several patches of wires over Daenerys' pussy and her two sensitive nipples. The dragon queen was blinded by a piece of silk fabric and restrained to the bed by her wrists by metal handcuffs that jingled every time she tried to move.
She was a vision, completely at Sansa's mercy.
Her chest began to heave, her full breasts elevating sharply when the first shocks ran through her, sending waves after waves of pleasure on her core, "that's it, my queen, let go and feel ."
There was a knock on the door, but Sansa ignored it, kissing the Targaryen deeply to silence her loud moans. She immediately found her opening, and with the help of her hand guided her cock between the woman's lips, groaning when she enveloped all of her perfectly. Daenerys cried again, her walls spasming as she squirted, soaking Sansa's cock their combined juices pooling on the bedsheets beneath them.
Sansa didn't move, too occupied and consumed by Daenerys body to care about the incessant knocking on the door. She broke their kiss then, breathless to whisper in the queen's ear, "so good my love, you feel amazing. You're so beautiful right now, I wished you could see yourself."
"I-t's too much," she gasped, feeling her body shake again. Sansa thrust again, closing her eyes when Dany's pussy fluttered once more. She was stretching her so much, the pressure sending the blonde to a dizzy state of ecstasy she had never felt before.
Sansa couldn't take it anymore, she gave in to the depths of chaos sweeping through her. Her cock erupted sending bloats and bloats of hot cum into the blonde's pussy, filling her to the brim.
The cries and wails must have scared away the person on the other side of the door for Sansa could no longer hear them.
She kissed Daenerys' tears away gently after disconnecting the machine, repeating soft words of praise over and over, until the dragon girl calmed down, settling in Sansa's arms.
***
Everything changed in a short time. Sansa returned to Winterfell to take her place as Queen of the North. It was not easy to part with Margaery, but she had to go south to fulfill her duty as heir to Highgarden and marry a noble lord. A fool.
He'll be a dead fool soon.
Though everyone knew that Lord-nobody-from-Highgarden was not the true father of the precious daughter Margaery brought into the world nine months later. And Jon was still king, but neither did the auburn hair of the twins Daenerys bore one stormy night at King's Landing hide another troubling truth for the realm.
The best were the visits to the capital.
"At last, a moment of privacy." Sansa was lying on a long bed of golden sheets, a glass of wine in hand, and two beautiful women pleasuring her.
For anyone else at court, today was the start of the official King's Name Day tournament. Hundreds flocked to King's Landing to cheer the valiant wolf king, the dragon queen, and the young princes.
Too bad Jon had to do all the work today, Daenerys had other priorities.
"Look at you two, so eager for my cock," both women bobbed and sucked the giant shaft, working in tandem to cover all of the sensitive areas. The naked girls licked at opposing sides of the cock slowly, drawing out Sansa's moans when they focused on the thick cockhead they had missed so much this last year.
Their lips and tongues dragged steadily and adoringly along the length of it, exchanging several kisses when their tongues met. Seeing them made out in front of her made Sansa feel a proud deep warmth inside her chest, "my lovely girls," she would purr, enjoying the way their cheeks would redden in a lovely pink.
"There's plenty of cock for both of you, sluts," Margaery moaned, eyes closed as she slurped on the redhead's fabulous dick. Daenerys remained back, enjoying the show while her fingers were focused on giving her pleasure rubbing them over her pussy.
Margaery's agile tongue circled and swayed along the cock with a graceful, rehearsed pattern before she took it back into her mouth, almost gagging when Sansa's hips moved instinctively with her. Sansa weaved her hands through her beautiful brown locks, gripping her hair while the Tyrell took all of her, hardly breathing when she felt her nose almost nuzzling Sansa's crotch.
Margaery pulled back, letting the drool run down her chin and along her round breasts shimmering in the reflection of the midday light, "you can't believe how much I missed this."
"I'm not going anywhere, and neither is this," Sansa remarked, slapping her shaft against Tyrell's left cheek, "keep sucking." Margaery obeyed throwing down on the meaty organ with a newfound fervor. On the other side, Daenerys moved to Sansa and clashed their mouths together, their tongues quickly dancing with each other. Sansa's hands moved on their own and began playing with the Targaryen's massive breasts; they had grown so much since the pregnancy, but they were still so sinfully round and firm Sansa always got lost in them whenever she visited King's Landing.
"You want your master's cum lovely girl?" She whispered, stroking Daenerys' cheek. The girl nodded eagerly, wrapping her arms around the Stark's neck again and grinding her dripping pussy against Sansa's bulky thigh, her tits jiggling with every needy move she made, "I'm so desperate for your cock master, I promise I'll be good."
Such a needy bimbo whore.
"Then go down and help her, or I'll never fuck any of you two today."
With both girls joining forces it wasn't long until Sansa felt the edge of her orgasm approaching. Sansa could feel both of their tongues, rotating and wrapping around her tip as Margaery took her into the depths of her throat while Daenerys sucked the heavy balls.
Sansa threw her head back, a torrent of thick cum shot out of her pulsating cock tip directly into Margaery's gullet. Soon it was too much, and the girl pulled back, spurts of white cum landing all over her face and breasts. Daenerys began licking the semen from the brunette's skin, moaning softly when their lips met in a heated kiss, a thin trail of cum washing down their mouth.
Not wanting to be left out of the fun. Sansa stood up and lifted the Tyrell, gathering her small sultry frame in her strong arms, "be a good girl, and don't move," Sansa commanded, watching the girl's confused eyes.
With a click, Sansa closed the golden handcuffs leaving the naked brunette helpless with her arms dangling from the top post of the bed.
"Master…"
"Sssssh, it 's okay. I'll take care of you my little rose," she kissed her lips again reassuring her once more, "now let master take care of this Targaryen bitch and then I'll give you the best fuck you've ever had, does that sound good to you?"
Sansa didn't wait for Tyrell's response and immediately turned around grabbing Dany's fat jiggly creamy cheeks, pulling her closer, "I have another gift for you, whore." Sansa revealed a golden chained leash, "now be a good girl and put it on," the Targaryen nodded and grabbed the golden collar eagerly.
"Such a good bitch, isn't she perfect?"
Sansa slapped Dany's ass cheeks making the blonde yelp, "now you must be thirsty, I have the perfect drink for you, my pet. But first you'll have to make me cum with that tight pussy of yours."
"Fuck me, master!" Dany pressed her ass back pressing her greedy cunt against Sansa's tip, "fuck my pussy raw, I feel so empty." The smashing of Sansa's hips against the Targaeryen's reverberated all over the room and her first thrust immediately stretched Dany all the way up to her womb. Her dick's bulging veins scraped the girl's walls as she hammered inside her over and over again.
Daenerys' back arched when Sansa tensed the leash, "not bad," Sansa's cock throbbed inside sending the Targaryen into a frenzy, "you're the most powerful woman in the whole world, and look at you."
The dragon queen moaned again, her eyes rolling up into her head as she drooled a mixture of cum and spittle, "you're just a toy for my cock."
Margaery closed her legs, searching for some kind of friction. The way Sansa rode Daenerys was making her so wet, she could feel her cunt throbbing every time the Stark drove her hips into the helpless Targaryen. She was jealous, but she understood that if she was patient Sansa would reward her tenfold.
But still, she missed her red wolf and the wait was killing her.
Sansa pulled the leash, bringing Dany against her solid chest, "so perfect, my perfect whore. Look at you taking all of me." Her tits shook from Sansa's pumping, "do you want another pup in you? Or you just want to use me to get stuffed with cum like the bitch you are?"
With another heavy hip thrust, Sansa pressed her cock tip past Dany's womb entrance and teased, "you can ask Jon for that, can't you? Or is he too busy to take care of a bitch like you?"
"I don't know, I only thiiiink about your big cock Sansa. Only youu, f-fuck," she moaned as her cunt was flooded with thick cum. Yes yes yes yes , Dany thought, filling the hot thick load. She'll be good, she'll take everything and give her another heir. Sansa loved fucking her when she was pregnant, she turned mad with lust.
"Suck me whore, don't let anything spill," the redhead commanded and the Targaryen immediately obeyed. Copious amounts of cum spill out onto the bed when Sansa pulled out from Dany. The dragon queen fell to her knees, opening her lips, and started slurping, not showing a single sign of fatigue.
"The queen at sucking cock, that's who you are," she said when Dany cleaned every last drop of leftover spunk off her big shaft. The massive organ was hard once more, and leaking streams of precum. Her eyes landed on Margery then.
"Your turn now."
It was going to be a long day.
***
She arrived Casterly Rock when the sun came down and from then on the castle was buzzing with whispers. Myrcella was used to pretending that nothing bothered her. So many years living at court had taught her to navigate every room among secrets and plots, she could hear the servants talking about the newcomer.
More than once she had caught some of the maids whispering about the crown's new guest who had just arrived at the castle. She had barely caught a glimpse of the young emissary from the north, her uncle Tyrion had hoarded her in his chambers, amid candles and gigantic tomes.
"Kingdom matters" her uncle joked whenever Myrcella asked, something a young lass like her shouldn't have to worry about.
It was not until the next morning that Myrcella caught sight of the mysterious newcomer after breakfast. Her features had sharpened since the last time she saw her, no longer the young girl she admired when she was ten, but a woman in her prime.
She rode on a slender black steed, wearing unconventional black pants and loose-fitting black shirt, very different from what ladies of her status were used to wearing. There was no doubt it was her, however, and Myrcella felt her stomach tingle as their eyes met across the courtyard.
Unfortunately at that moment her uncle Tyrion arrived, forcing her to go inside. Myrcella reluctantly accepted not understanding how in all this time she had not been able to exchange any words with her former friend. She was sick of being treated like a delicate flower and an ignorant child when she was officially the lady of the Rock.
Waiting obediently until her uncle sent her off to marry a nobleman, because after all that's what she was, just another bargaining chip. No matter how many silk garments she wore, she was still a prisoner in her own home.
She had no choice but to turn around and return to her quarters. One of her maids told her that the time would pass more quickly if she entertained herself by sewing or painting as she used to do. Perhaps she would, Myrcella missed painting, yet an impulsive emotion welled up inside her.
She had to be alone with Sansa Stark and her uncle was not going to stop her.
The night had been long, but at last, they were alone. Sansa looked at the young girl over the top of her glass turning her full attention upon her. Over the years she had had a small desire to find out what had happened to her former acquaintance, knowing how the Lannisters had succumbed to misfortune.
The years in Dorne had turned the young Myrcella into a beautiful woman. She was still a little younger than Sansa and yet even any blind person would notice how beautiful and sweet her features had become.
A little sweet waiting to be tasted.
Sansa did not give in to lust as soon as she arrived at the Rock, she was dropping hints between glances and sweet words for the young woman to approach her. She could not act as freely here as in the North when it came to courting potential new mates. Still, she was incapable of spending any night alone accompanied by nothing more than her hand to pleasure herself. She missed her mistresses in the capital and how eager she was to see them again. Margaery was about to give birth again and Queen Daenerys was constantly sending her letters begging her to return.
For better or worse, Sansa had to continue her duty as a northern emissary and continue preparations for her sister Arya's return from beyond the west. That meant dealing with the hand of the king who had now taken a short break at Casterly Rock. Which brought her back to the young Myrcella in front of her, ignoring her as she ate her dessert to mask her nerves.
Sansa took another sip of wine, savoring as the sweet liquid before taking a swig. The other young woman's eyes wandered in her direction for a moment but she said nothing to break the silence. At that moment, one of the maids entered with a decanter of wine to refill their empty glasses.
Stark boldly looked her up and down, smirking when the girl approached her seat.
"Thank you, lovely"
Sansa thanked hoarsely, leaning back against the back of the large chair. The dining room was lit by a few dim candles and firelight, but it was enough to watch as the young Lannister squirmed in her seat.
Without any kind of shame, Sansa placed her wide hand over the maid's ass caressing the fleshy globes, "keep pouring love, you know how I like it." The girl gasped a bit uncomfortable but kept serving the wine. Not liking to be ignored, the redhead slapped her ass flesh playfully enjoying the way the uncomfortable situation was making the Lannister blush.
Myrcella stayed still on her seat not knowing how to act, expecting what the Stark would do at any moment, but Sansa was only getting started.
"Such a great wine, so sweet," Sansa licked her lips slowly before dragging the serving to sit on her lap.
"My lady, I don't think we should-"
"Ssssh, silence little thing," she purred and the small maid closed her mouth, "you weren't like this last night when I caught you sneaking into my rooms, huh little slut?"
"I didn't-, Lord Lannister order me to keep an eye on you."
"Hmm, nice of him to care." Nice skin, high cheeks, perky ass, yeah Sansa totally remembered this girl, " a pity you got away before we could be introduce."
A cough interrupted her from across the table. Sansa's eyes set on Myrcella's greens and smirked, "so I take you didn't know your uncle was spying on me?"
"Why would he do that?"
"Why wouldn't he is the correct answer, he doesn't trust me."
"Why?"Sansa shrugged placing her hands over the maid's hips. The small girl was practically trembling, "Sssssh I won't hurt you sweet thing," she tried to soothe her placing a dry kiss on the back of her neck. She heard Myrcella move standing from her seat but she was already prepared for that.
"Stay sit, my lady."
But the girl didn't hear and slammed the door on her way out.
Sansa tsked and rolled her eyes, "don't mind her she's just too prude and young but you and I…" the serving girl squealed when the Stark lifted up her skirt to find her begin entrance soaking wet, "are going to have fun."
She could feel her own desire building inside her breeches, and soon she had the innocent maid on her knees giving her pleasure with her mouth exactly like last night. The girl didn't look like a sweet thing dressed in those dull robes but she proved to be a fun lay and Sansa was eager to burn her carnal desires.
She only wished Myrcella stayed close so she could listen to the wanton cries of the serving maid.
The nerve, the actual NERVE!
What was the possibility that her uncle fell ill last night? So much so that Myrcella now remained in charge of the castle and therefore the person with the responsibility of continuing negotiations with the North. Tyrion in his few moments of lucidity ordered her not to be separated from her guards at any time.
Worst of all, he had been wandering around the castle and was unable to find the northern lady. His guards were in the great dining room laughing and eating, but Sansa was not there. This was not unusual as the people with more status usually ate breakfast in their rooms. However, the Stark's rooms were completely empty. Accepting defeat, Myrcella asked the guards to notify her upon her return. She was not willing to waste any more time.
Closing the door to her chambers with a loud bang, the Lannister snorted in overwhelm. Everything she was trying to do today was going wrong and to top it all off she would have to deal with her uncle's scolding later. After the war and all that her family had suffered, the young woman understood the role she had to play, but there were times when she wanted nothing more than to run away from there and send everything to the four winds.
However, something was not right. Soft moans sounded in the distance, coming from her room. Fearful, but determined to put an end to all this madness, Myrcella opened the heavy door. Inside, two bodies moved rhythmically, panting with effort against each other. Myrcella did not recognize the girl on top riding fiercely with her hair falling behind her shoulders with her back to her, but the cold, blue eyes glaring mockingly at her from her bed could only belong to one person.
"Yes! Yes, I'm so close…" the unknown girl moaned falling deeper into her pleasure. Sansa kept pounding her from beneath with a newfound strength that left the poor girl squealing, her perky boobs bouncing with every thrust.
Myrcella froze looking at the scene. She could have yelled for the guards, demanded an explanation and finished all this nonsense, but instead, she stood in place not understanding what was going on. She figured the girl was a serving maid, maybe the same one she had seen the Stark fooling with the other day, but the worst thing was that they had de audacity to do this perverse act right here.
Here, on her own bed.
"My Lady! I'm so happy to see you this lovely morning, I was trying the Rock's delights that's why I couldn't get in time for our meeting," she remarked slapping the serving maid on her ass cheek making it jiggle.
"My lady, I'm s-sorry-" the girl tried to say, but a big hand silenced her.
"Shut up, slut. You dare to speak to the Wardenness of the West like this? Soiling her quarters with your filthy moans, you're nothing but a cocksleeve for me, so shut up." The girl trembled, reaching her peak and her whole body fell limp over the Stark muscular one.
That's it, Myrcella turned around and was about to exit when a commanding voice stopped her, "please don't go! I tried to talk to you but I couldn't find you."
"Funny that's your excuse knowing perfectly well how I was asking for your presence this morning!" The blonde didn't mean to shout, but it felt so damn right to do it.
"It didn't have to be this way, I'm sorry."
At that moment the Northern girl stood up from the bed, letting the exhausted girl on the bed carefully, with a touch of tenderness Myrcella didn't know the girl to have and finally faced her. She was completely naked, her torso and small breasts adorned by lean and strong muscles trailing down to large appendage bobbing between her legs.
Myrcella had obviously heard the stories and her uncle had warned her a lot of times, but watching the most sinful part of the Stark's heir made her weak on the knees. She approached her like a feline watching her prey, ready to pounce at any moment, but instead she touched one of her blonde locks, tracing it tenderly like it was the most amazing thing in the world.
"You're so beautiful, Myrcella and I find it so hard to see you bothered like this." The taller girl bent down and she could smell her musky sweat, "let me make you feel good."
She smelled of sex, Myrcella realized before the redhead tilted her chin and closed the distance with a kiss. The voice in her head who yelled at her to stop faded slowly, freeing herself of her own resistance. She melted into the kiss and soon Sansa's expert tongue invaded her, demanding and sweet.
She could feel desired pool at her core, searching for friction her long fingers were quick to satiate. Her dress was bunch up to her waist allowing the rogue Stark all the freedom she needed to slide her deftly fingers over her nub and Myrcella quickly lost control.
Her mind was a mix of pleasure and hormones battling each other for ecstasy, completely on autopilot.
"Good girl," Sansa praised pulling out from the kiss, "that's so much better isn't it."
Myrcella nodded before a moan escaped her lips when soft lips founded her neck's pulse point. Trystane had never gone so far with her, only a few chaste and sweet kiss when no one was looking at them. What Sansa was doing to her was so utterly wrong, but it felt so right. Myrcella wrapped her arms around the taller girl neck searching for support and soon she felt herself fall down over the fluffy bed.
Sansa's muscles bulged hovering over her as she trailed kisses down her body. Her dress laid forgotten on the floor revealing her untouched alabaster creamy skin that made Sansa groan of anticipation. She palmed her breasts and found them round and big, she couldn't wait to see how they jiggled when she fucked the Lannister.
Which, looking at how the girl melted beneath her touch it would be very soon.
Days of planning would come to their sweet fruition, and the best thing was that the girl was actually willing. Her hard facade almost made her get out Casterly Rock at first, but then she decide that, she could too, play hard. Sansa didn't know the moment she realized she wanted the girl, but right now it was more than an urge, being away so much from Margaery and Dany had… affected her and she found herself hornier than ever. The serving maid was only a mean to an end, she wasn't even that good, but to have the Lannister heir crumble beneath her legs? That sounded delicious and something Sansa was completely down for.
Sansa's long tongue played with the girl's folds, twisting the tip over her clit while one of her deft fingers entered her. Her thighs were crushing her head, but she didn't care, the redhead continued her attack intercalating the pace with unrelentless mastery. Soon she had two fingers stretching the blonde's soaking pussy, eliciting a sweet moan from her soft lips that sounded like heaven for the Stark's ears.
"Good girl," she praised curling her fingers, reaching for the secret part of her that made her unravel. Her cock was practically throbbing right now, begging to enter the girl but she had to be patient, she couldn't be rough the first time, she'll sought to educate the girl in other areas later on when she was ready.
It was clear that she was a virgin, she felt so tight around her she thought her fingers would break her. Myrcella cried out, her body trembling with the first waves of her peak but the redhead didn't stop, she kept lapping and kissing, enjoying how the sweet nectar from her release stained her lips until the small girl regained her breath.
"Fuck, that was…" Myrcella had no words to express the way she felt, it was like dying and coming back to life. She had heard about how pleasurable sex could be if her partner knew what she was doing, and Sansa clearly knew what she was doing.
"I hope you accept my apologies, Lady Lannister." Sansa said standing up while she search for her clothes, "I'd fuck you but you're not ready and your uncle wants you to be pure."
"Since when has that knowledge stop you?"
Sansa smirked, knowing too well the girl had a point but she only shrugged, "I don't make the rules." She knew she was being unfair playing hard to get, but the girl needed to taste some of her own medicine even though Sansa was planning to have her anyway. Her cock felt so heavy right now, she needed release quickly and soon and jerking off couldn't do right now but it'll have to do.
Soft lips caught her by surprise, drawing her attention back to the Lannister. It was different, more passionate and rough despite how unexperienced the girl was, something Sansa enjoyed thoroughly and her mind was set, she need it to have her right now.
"I need you to trust me, open your legs."
Myrcella furrowed her brow, "please, be-"
"Gentle?" Sansa guessed with a knowing smirk, "you'll be begging be to go harder in no time babe."
Slowly, she entered her inch by inch gasping at the feeling of how her walls clamped her shaft. She let the girl a bit time to adjust before beginning a gentle shallow pace. Sansa tried to put the girl's mind at ease teasing her lips and deepening their kiss, a hand grabbed the underside of Myrcella's thigh bringing her impossibly closer as the hung redhead changed the angle to have a better access.
"That's what I'm talking about," the Stark said with a sigh bucking her hips with a deeper stroke. Myrcella closed her eyes feeling so full she thought she was about to brake, her cock was filling her completely, reaching the most secret parts of herself. She should feel ashamed of herself, giving her maidenhead away in such an improper way for a high born lady, but at the same time when Sansa looked at her, and touched her so intimately… It was like a storm inside her head begging for the lighting to strike.
Sansa pressed in closer, her her hands sinking deep into plump breastflesh, tugging and pulling as her mouth clamped down hard against a nipple. She was so soft and supple, a sweet mess of moans unraveling with each thrust of her hips and the Stark loved it. She slurped, bending her flesh as if she was expecting to draw something from her, if everything turned out as planned she'll soon be sucking on heavy breasts full of milk, but right now they were perfect.
"You were made for this, you were made to be taken by me, little girl."
Her cock swelled stretching her pussy walls deeper with each stroke, juices bubbled and squelched as Myrcella's sopping snatch clasped against her heavy balls. The skin pinked and bulged with their frantic dance as Sansa drunk the with of the blonde's perfect breasts jiggle while she fucked her.
"F-fuck, you're breaking me," she cried, her breath came out in hard pants that were impossible to contain, "I can't."
Her walls rippled around her cock eliciting a moan from the towering Stark. Picking up the pace, Sansa focused on her pleasure ramming her hips with vertiginous strength, "I'm going to fill you with my seed, I'm going to make you mine."
She'll mold her the way she wanted, a cum-slurping whore that existed just to fuck, suck, and please her. Another hole to empty her balls over and over again and fill her whole. Sansa grunted slamming her cock deeper with a strong force, ramming the young woman's pussy. Loud and sloppy squelches filled the air around, depraved noises of her fat balls slapping wetly against Myrcella's soaked lips.
Myrcella's eyes widened at Sansa's confession but she couldn't move. Waves of pleasure crashed through her as her walls shuddered with the strength of her orgasm, she felt the Stark's cock throb violently, sending waves of a thick heat deep inside her, slathering her insides in white. She moaned when Sansa pulled out from her, jerking her massive organ with both of her hands over her, as spurts of white cum shot out from the tip painting her flat abdomen and the underside of her boobs white. Curiously, Myrcella swiped her finger taking some of the sticky substance, and licked it, finding it strangely salty.
"You don't even know how hot you are, sweetling." Sansa lifted her chin, kissing her deeply with a rough urge only the taste of her lips could sate. She was hers now, unmistakably hers for better or for worse. She felt her smile broaden when Sansa pinched her nipples playfully and gently lifted her to straddle her on the bed. The sheets were a mess and Myrcella was afraid some of her maidens decided to enter right now and found her like this, with her quarters smelling like sex and her Lady and companion in grave stages of undress.
How on earth I'm going to explain all of these? Thought the young Lannister feeling the heat of her crotch come back.
Without a warning, Sansa brought the girl closer, massaging the supple flesh of her asscheeks as she trailed hot kisses along the curve of Myrcella's neck, "was it how you imagined it?"
"Huh?" Hummed the girl completely lost in the moment. Sansa smirked, her muscles bulging when she lifted the girl, her cock aligning with her entrance once more. Myrcella whined in discomfort when she felt the familiar pressure once more, but it instantly changed into pleasure as the older girl guided her slowly.
"I meant your first time," Sansa moaned when the shy girl moved her hips on instinct as her walls gripped her once more, "you feel so good." The hunger came over the Stark once more, and now more than ever she sought more than educating the inexperienced Lannister.
She thrust upward, eliciting a cry from the blonde that was quickly followed by another moan.
"I'll fuck you over and over again until you can't walk and there's cum oozing from your cunt. Until you're round and plump with my child. You should have listened to your uncle, dumb slut."
Her assflesh bounced in long arcs, causing her breasts to bounce against her face as her long golden hair flopped around, it was slightly darker than Daenerys and something inside of Sansa longed to go back to the Capital, to her. She couldn't though, not right now.
Smacks of flesh reverberated through the room with every roll down of Myrcella's ass accompanied with sighs and moans of pleasure. Sansa found it attractive how fast the younger girl had let go and became more active verbally, she made the most beautiful cries when she was about to reach her peak.
And Sansa wanted to draw those sounds even if it meant her end.
***
Drool dripped from her chin as Myrcella pushed forward to lick further along her shaft, nuzzling Sansa's balls with her nose. They were hiding inside a closet, but the young Lannister wasn't being quiet about it, luckily for Sansa, she knew how to silence a girl when she needed it.
"Fucking slut, you're so hungry for my cum you'll suffocate. Use your tits."
Myrcella pulled away, gasping for air as a dazzling smile widened her mouth. She pushed down her cleavage, revealing two heavy large breasts jiggling enticingly on her frame as the blonde wrapped them around Sansa's shaft.
The redhead smirked, marveling at the way they had grown remembering how small and perky they were when she began fucking the Lannister slut. Somehow, she had found out her cum had special properties, making everyone who drink it more sultry and curvaceous, emphasizing attributes to ensuring fertility in the subjects and reproduction. Wide hips, soft pillowy breasts, plump lips begging to be kissed… Sansa's mind felt dizzy at the thought of it all.
Sansa's cock twitched, rising at full mast as the blonde showered it in attention, soft tits just perfectly slid against her throbbing flanks, accompanied by a hot wet mouth sucking her thick head. The shaft was still long though, a lot of skin was left unattended, and despite Sansa knew it was physically impossible for Myrcella to take it all, she bucked her hips forcing her to go deeper. It was when things like this happened that he missed Margaery and Dany, they knew exactly how to give her the perfect blow job.
Seven hells, the memory made her groan, letting her head fall back in pleasure as her dick buried inside Myrcella's squishy cleavage. Her own spit and precum lubricated the skin, forming the perfect boob-pussy for her to fuck.
"Deeper, you're so useless you can't even take my cock right, slut." Sansa thrust harder, moaning at the sensations of Myrcella's throat walls clenching around her shaft. At least she didn't gag, she'll have to reward her for it later.
"Just like that, fuck!" Sansa's fingers weaved through blonde locks, petting her as she took her dick deeper until her nose grazed her crotch. She held for a few seconds before sliding slowly away, her sunken cheeks forming a perfect vacuum pressure that made Sansa's knees tremble.
"So fucking hot, my little whore."
With a newfound strength, Myrcella brought her tits back down with a bouncing sweep that saw flesh ripple. Her tits smooshed against the flat of her pelvis as she went all the way down again before going back up. Sansa loved her work for it, but she was quickly growing impatient.
Without a warning, she stood up raising the Lannister's skirts and small clothes until her behind was bare. Sansa turned her around, face facing the door as Myrcella leaned forward arching her back and offering her plump ass cheeks.
"Yes, fuck me, A-ah... So fucking big."
Sansa slammed her cock inside Myrcella's pussy, filling the air with wet lewd noises. Myrcella thought she was used to Sansa's size, considering she was the only cock she had in her small lifetime, but there was something so surprising about the way it filled you completely when it entered her. Her mind went numb and the only thing she could do was beg for more.
"Sssssh silent, slut. Your stupid uncle will hear us and you won't have more of my cock."
That couldn't happen. There was nothing else for her, just sucking and taking cock, like a dumb whore. Her eyes dulled into a blank stare as she simply fucked back as hard as she could against Sansa's cock, panting breathlessly like a bitch in heat.
"How would you like being my personal fuckdoll, taking you away from this dull place, huh?" Sansa gripped her small waist, ripping part of her skirt that got in her way. Myrcella felt the cold air graze her skin and she knew she'll have to change into another dress, but she didn't care. Right now, her lips twisted into a slutty smile that relished how deep Sansa was fucking her, stiff throbbing shaft scraping against her slick walls, her ass jiggling wildly as Sansa's thrusts grew ever more feral.
"Take my cum then, you bitch."
Myrcella finally moaned, her body convulsing wildly as Sansa began to ejaculate inside her. Rivulets of white cum splattered inside her slick canal, pumping load after load. She could feel Sansa's hot breathy groans against her nape, peppering sweet kisses down her neck as her hip bucked in the afterglow of her orgasm.
"You'll need another dress."
Most of the time Sansa didn't understand her cock. She had done inexplicable things with it, it wasn't that she did not know what it was for, it was that… it practically had a mind of its own. At full mast it measured fifteen inches now, bulging veins gazed at her skin as a red angry head crowned it, girthier than the rest of the appendage. It curved slightly in a way Sansa liked a lot, being honest.
That's why when the door opened, revealing her huge cock in all its glory, drenched in her cum and Myrcella's juices she didn't shy away. Not even when the quick and serious eyes of Tyrion Lannister accused her directly.
"What's the meaning of this!"
She heard Myrcella gasp and crossed her arms, trying to cover her naked skin the best way she could. The imp took her arm yanking her away from Sansa's reach. Shouting followed, banishing her from Casterly Rock. Sansa didn't look away when the Lannister's soldiers took her away.
"You are making a mistake, my old friend."
"You made the mistake, of disrespecting me and my house. Myrcella is not some back alley whore for you to use!" The imp shouted.
But she totally was, Sansa thought smirking as she was taken away.
They didn't hold her prisoner for long, banishing her from the castle with a warning of not thinking of coming back ever again. That's how Sansa found herself with miles and miles of road ahead before getting to Winterfell. This was actually the first time her libido had messed up a very promising political maneuver, so Jon will be pissed.
The last thing Sansa needed was another bitch moaning.
No, what she needed was control. Control a power to fuck everyone, that way and only that way she'll get what she wanted. Politics was all about money and power, well she was strong, but she wasn't going to find what she needed by listening to boring speeches about history lessons or economics.
Not even Bronn knew about them and he was fucking Master of Coin, who the fuck even appointed that man to that position?
She needed a more powerful approach, and Sansa knew exactly where to find it.
Red lips, wonderful breasts, and the root of all her problems.
She needed to find Melissandre, and fast.
***
King's Landing was a prison. Wherever she went she was not welcome. She was aware that Jon tolerated her because he had no choice, and Sansa had always ignored her opinion. There had been a certain understanding between the two of them since Daenerys gave birth to her heir. An heir with copper hair and purple eyes.
However, the city was large and there were several nooks and dark corners that someone with experience like Sansa knew where to look and find asylum. Although the ravens Tyrion Lannister sent must have been swifter than the wind since as soon as she entered the city she was ordered to go to the Red Keep.
An hour later she left Jon's royal chambers bored. As always, the order was for her to return to the north, where it was easier to hide her strange condition. But Sansa did not want to return to that barren and cold place. There she would only find warmth between the legs of mere insignificant servants, while Daenerys would remain here.
Besides, there was more than one matter for her to deal with.
"I have seen our son, Daemon is his name?" she asked excitedly as she cradled Daenerys flushed cheeks.
"I'm so proud of you my little dragon."
They were outside the palace, in a high-class brothel in the center of King's Landing. It was Sansa's favorite place and it was easy for her to acquire the place after the death of Petyr Baelish. A safe place to meet with her favorite Targaryen pussy and fucked her until she walked bow-legged.
Cersei was here too, teaching the new girls the profession before venturing into her locale. It was strange seeing the former queen falling so easily into her new role, and Sansa loved helping her with demonstrations whenever she needed help. Her cock was very happy about it.
Daenerys legs shook under Sansa's strong thrusts. She had missed this feeling, her sopping wet pussy getting pounded by Sansa's monstrous cock molding every inch of her cunt like a hammer. She was so full of cock, her mind went numb as the shaft throbbed between her fleshy walls unloading for the umpteenth time that night. It wasn't enough.
Daenerys screamed, her body thrashing on the bed and babbling nonsense spilling from her lips. Two of Sansa's prostitutes approached falling to her knees as they began licking and sucking their master's cock for any leftover cum. One of them, the youngest, nuzzled between Dany's legs and began kissing her cunt, lapping all of her juices as she twirled her clit over and over again drawing out the last discharges from her peak.
Every one of them had dreamlike bodies with full breasts and large bubble asses that could enchant any man at first sight. Their sultry bodies had changed over time after drinking Sansa's cum, but it had a side effect. They became restless and almost mad if they didn't consume it.
Luckily Sansa could produce gallons of the stuff, ensuring her girls the correct diet for them with rich nutritious cum. She was never unattended and her bitch-breaker of a cock was never cold, always warm with a mouth, ass or pussy around it milking her for every last drop.
Her fat cockhead was the size of an orange, crowned by a urethra that drooled a constant stream of off-white pre-cum that was as thick as syrup and filled the air with a strong musk, melting every thought from any woman around her.
That's why Daenerys didn't resist when Sansa pulled her closer, purring like a bitch in heat she always become whenever she was near. She first use her tits, her round squishy chest melons wrapping around the gigantic cock molding around her fuckstaff like a tight pussy. She milked spurt after spurt of noodle-thick strands of pre-cum hungrily.
"So fucking good Dany, preparing my thick fat cock for you to be a mommy again, huh?" Sansa groaned with a lascivious smirk, "a fat bimbo cow slave for my cum."
Dany plunged her face down finally onto her cock, bobbing energetically as she took the first six inches into her wet warm mouth, her lips stretching further as the perfect dicksuckers they had become. Sansa hissed, playing with her platinum tresses as she continued her blow job until the queen pulled out in a splatter of frothing spit and throat slime.
"You'll swallow everything, right little whore? Your master's cum is very precious."
"I want it- I want in my mouth, sliding down my throat. I want to feel you inside me!"
Sansa grabbed thick handfuls of her platinum-blonde hair and started skullfucking her on her own initiative. Rivulets of frothing spit connected her face with Sansa's hard cock as the Stark's swaying balls squelched against her abused face.
"I'm going to pound your mouthcunt every fucking day. I'm going to empty my balls like the cock-addicted sperm slut you are." Sansa forced her mouth further down her shaft until Dany's lips were stretched into a thin, pink seal around the base of her shaft and her nose was wedged firmly between her huge, grease-oiled balls.
The Targaryen surrendered, All she wanted was to have Sansa fuck her senseless and dump her jizz all over her body, to have her tight holes stretched out. She missed her whenever she was away of the capital and had weighed running away with her. But she had a duty to this city, and the only pleasure she allowed herself in return was to be Sansa's cum-dumpster.
White-hot pleasure flared across Sansa's vision as she spasmed, Daenerys throat contorting and convulsing as she struggled to breathe with her pulsating cock. Thick cum streams surged up from her tip as Sansa fired thick, sticky ropes directly into Daenerys stomach.
The blonde gasped for breath, her back arching as breathy moans left her sperm-glazed lip feeling completely full and collapsed on the bed. Her limbs were completely unresponsive, leaving her twitching in complete numbness.
After some time, Sansa stood up and ordered the maids and prostitutes in the room to prepare a hot bath for their queen. She jumped up and buttoned her silver silk robe. There were things she still needed to do.
She found her in the dingiest bar in Flea Bottom, surrounded by criminals and thugs. To preach the word of the Red Lord was a tedious but rewarding task. Melisandre recognized her instantly and Sansa curbed the smirk that threatened her lips as the priestess approached her at the bar.
"I have a deal to propose to you." Sansa whispered once they stepped out into a secluded alleyway. Melisandre listened to her intently, as her hands massaged her swollen balls, inspecting her creation after all this time. Sansa's twitching girl-cock drooled of precum, tainting the priestess hands as globs spurted from the Startk's tip.
"Anything for my favorite stud, I hear a lot of things about you. You've been busy."
"I've also been wronged and humiliated." Sansa added with a sour expression, her face leaning forward to suck on one of Melisandre's rogue breasts that had fallen from her tunic. Their lips joined in a passionate kiss then, their tongues battling for dominance until Sansa pushed the priestess against the closest wall.
"The imp."
Sansa gripped her hold, spreading Melisandre's legs open and inserting three large fingers inside her wet cunt. The priestess shrieked in surprise as the fingers worked her over, curling and twirling her little pearl until she was a babbling mess melting against the towering Stark.
"Such a slut," Sansa said pumping faster, "yes, it was the fucking imp. That's why Jon is being such a bitch with me. So I have a plan in mind, an ambitious plan that might interest you my little whore priestess."
Her fingers were quickly followed by her cock, finally impaling the breathless woman. Sansa hissed feeling overwhelmed by the way her walls gripped her girl-spear, lewdly clamping on her engorged shaft. Melisandre cried at the pressure of her pussy being violently stretched, gasping at the shivers rushing through her body.
Sansa's fingers were all over her body, playing with her breasts as she hoisted Melisandre, searching for a better angle to ram her hips. There was a rip of fabric, allowing revealing the soft plump skin of her bubble ass, jiggling wildly as her thrusts increased. Sansa could feel the perfect pink nipples hard as diamonds graced against her chest, accompanied by the older woman's passionate scratches leaving red trails along her strong muscular back.
"Your pussy feels so great, it's so fucking tight you're just a meat cocksleeve, right? Tell me Melisandre, and if you lie I'll know. How many nights have you masturbated crying my name, huh?" The red priestess remained silent, her eyes rolled up in pleasure as high-pitched moans spilled from her parted lips.
"That's what I thought, bitch. Your slutty pussy and I are going to get to know each other very well these next months, I wouldn't be surprised if I knock you up in the process." Melisandre purred, her first orgasm crashing through her body in violent waves.
"Sansa! F-fuck, no I can't-"
Her pleading was in vain, Sansa's thrusting intensified finding once again her need to defile, to break and rebuild as her own anyone she touched. The urge to breed Melisandre, to knock her up and enslave her irrevocably to her cock. That's when Sansa finally lost control and started to cum, the lewd gurgling of her orange-sized balls filling the air as they twitched and throbbed while huge spurts of semen drowned the older woman's depths into her unprotected womb.
When all it was over, Sansa pulled away raining kisses over the limp woman in her arms. Sweat glistened on her body amidst the sperm and her soiled tunic. Finally, there was a light at the end of the tunnel and the Stark knew what she had to do. Carrying Melisandre back to her brothel, Sansa began to form a plan, the wheels of her head spinning fast as the pieces fell perfectly in place.
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