GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

Robert shook his head and focused on the girl below him. Getting back into rhythm, he plowed into her mercilessly as if compensating for the brief distraction. Her twitching and trembling body looked utterly out of sorts. She could see she was on the edge of oblivion, eyes tightly shut as beads of sweat rolled down her temples.

Youth oozed from Wynafryd's unblemished face, her skin pale and red now, her cunt finely swallowing him and tightly clamping down like a sword sealed into a sheath a size too small. She bit her lower lip as if in defiance, challenging him to do more, go deeper, try harder.

Robert did so as he pleased, slamming his iron-hard manhood into the last barriers of her cunt with each thrust, landing kisses on her womb. He dug deep and struck gold, feeling her pussy squeeze him for dear life.

Her belly arched up, her release flowing out as blood rushed to her head. She heard nothing but the ringing in her ears as she came.

But Robert wasn't done just yet. Her pussy's tight hold was too perfect for him to stop. He kept going, grunting audibly with each plunge.

"Ahhhhh!" She came a second time with wild abandon, screaming with utter rapture. Her essence flooded onto his manhood from the multiple climaxes, submerging his squelching cock in her nectar.

Wynafryd's body couldn't hold on anymore. Complete exhaustion took over as she lay there, almost breathless and drenched in her juices and sweat. All she could do was moan in whispers.

"I have a feeling you're quite impressed now…" Robert slightly chuckled, slowing down his movements to a halt.

He pulled out his straining staff and left her sore and moaning on the bed, legs spread, broken, and ecstatic.

Robert got up and turned around, taking Wylla, the younger sister, by the wrist and pulling her closer. "Your turn, it seems…"

"Such an honor, My King," Wylla smirked, trying to circle her arms around Robert's neck. Though her hands couldn't go far, even if she had stood on her toes. He was much larger than her lithe frame, herself being a size smaller than her elder sister.

Robert looked down at her face, taking in her charm. Her green hair was as pleasing as a mermaid, quite adequate to their house sigil and a note of her youthful thoughts. She had undone her braids already, letting them cascade around her perky, pale bosom.

He leaned down and kissed her first, his hand sliding down her shoulders and onto her breasts, playing with her hardening nipples. His other hand pulled her in closer by her ass and touched her body all over, his index finger rubbing up and down her moist lower lips as he kept his palm on her warm lower belly.

"Ummm…" She moaned into their kiss.

Roberts broke away from the kiss, looking straight into her gleaming eyes. "Last chance to back out with no regrets."

"Walk away from getting shagged by a king? Never," She whispered with a smirk.

"As you wish, young lady," Robert suddenly grabbed both her wrists. He spun her around and firmly placed both her hands on the table. "You might want to hold on."

"Uh?…Ah!" Wylla yelped, caught off guard.

Robert grabbed her legs from behind, placing both her thighs to his sides, while his cock instantly found her source of heat between her legs. His swollen cockhead was already pushing against her pussy lips when his hands steadied her by her waist and lower belly. She dangled there like a broken, teetering wheelbarrow, pussy wide open for Robert to fuck however he pleased.

Wylla couldn't hold on to the gleaming smooth surface of the table and had to place both arms on it, supporting her upper body on her elbows, dangling midair like a bridge between the table and Robert's cock.

She clenched her fists, half for fear of falling, the other half with great lustful anticipation of the precarious position she was in. Since Robert was so tall, her legs were still high up behind her.

Robert had her legs wide in the air around his cock, spread, as he speared into her. He didn't go slow this time, already drowning in the amazing feeling her pussy gave him from the first plunge, tight around his cock. Gripping and releasing with each throb, massaging him endlessly.

"Oh! Oh! God!" Wylla cried out, her breasts swaying and jolting as their flesh collided.

She could feel every inch of his cock stretching her to her limit. Never before had she imagined a man could be this large and powerful, let alone be inside her. The suction force between their flesh churned her insides, slapping her back and forth between fear and fulfillment. His cock slid into her, aided by her juices, striking her unguarded, fully open cervix. Her body almost pulled off the table as he pulled out, and suddenly pushed her back on to it.

He trusted mercilessly, diving into her cunt as her pussy lips struggled to clench around him, suckling on his cock. Robert could see the perfect pouts her lower lips made, scraping the skin of his cock with her soft flesh. He pulled back slowly, but entered with fast and frantic slams, pulling her body closer to go deeper. Her scorching hot furnace was tighter than her older sister, blindingly unyielding.

"Ah! Ah! I.. can't…. Hold on–! Ahh!" Wylla yelled into her folded arms on the table. Her pussy contracting with all its might as her body arched to meet his sizable need.

"Said! The! Confident! One!" Robert grunted every word between heavy thrusts.

"Yesss! Fuck! Ahhh!" Wylla melodiously cried out. Reaching her final moment of exquisite sensations, her legs buckled around him. Her nectar came rushing out, spilling through the gaps of her cunt as Robert kept moving, and rolled down her skin to the floor.

Wylla panted heavily as she buried her face in her arms on the table, trying to catch her breath.

"I'm not done yet, my lady. Your sister had it twice, fair's fair." Robert pulled out every so slowly, letting her feel the crown of his cock drag out the sweet honey out of her twitching cunt.

"Oh!" Wylla, surprised but entirely exhausted, felt the world swirling around her. She was suddenly turned around in Robert's arms and gently sat on the table.

"Now I can see your pretty face," Robert said as he stood between her legs and held her blushing red face by the chin. He made her look up at him and gave her a slight peck on the lips before pulling her legs up on the table too.

His steel straight cock pushed between her legs once again, spearing back into her pussy. He fucked her cunt while standing there, licking and kissing her all over the neck. The feeling of her drenched cunt was utterly heavenly, her belly pressing down on his thrusting manhood adding to the gripping pleasure.

Wylla lost all sense, eyes clenched shut as her mouth was wide open in silent, breathless moans of delight. Her whole body almost went numb, only feeling the plunges of his girthy cock into her squelching pool of nectar.

"Ummhhh… ahh! Ah!" She fell back onto the table, weak from the relentless fucking.

She could feel the vigorous push, sending her teetering on the ledge of insane pleasure. That strong, lovely sensation began to claim her again. With uncontrollable, shuddering contractions, her pussy burst out with warmth once again. The wave of orgasm struck her for a second time, her body twitching uncontrollably.

Robert could also feel his release twitching in his balls, her body milking it from him with tight squeezes.

He quickly pulled out, stroking his drenched cock. "Both of you, kneel!"

Wynafryd was already there, waiting for him. Wylla snapped back to her senses and leaped off the table to join her.

"Tongues out!" He ordered.

Both noble, young ladies revealed their pink tongues as he ordered, giggling in anticipation. Their eyes were wide as they stared at his stroking manhood of shocking proportions.

With a few more strokes, Robert pumped his cream out, coating their faces and tongues with his white seeds. Like a rain on their bodies that dripped and rolled to their small tits too, sullying them with his royal seed completely.

They licked their lips and gulped down as much as they could, licking their fingers as they scooped some off of their own pale breasts with their slender fingers. Their flushed, sweaty faces looked satisfied.

"Here." Robert didn't know what came over him as he took a step closer and shoved half of his softening length between Wynafryd's mouth first, allowing her to give him a few suckles. Then, he gave the leftovers to Wylla, who vigorously suckled and drenched him until glistening clean.

Soon after, Robert wiped himself clean and lay down on the bed, feeling the fatigue seeping into his body. Both girls also climbed onto the bed, each taking one of his arms and silently snuggling in his embrace.

He sighed, accepting them by embracing them back with his arms.

I'm getting used to his life.

For a moment, he remembered Catelyn's face, a little bit of guilt lingering. But then he shook his head.

It's hopeless. Better I forget her.

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"Let's move," Robert ordered the army to march. He sat atop his horse, as healthy and unhurt as the day he left King's Landing.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't find delight in the previous night's incident. Wylla and Wynafryd were lovely, and they pleasured him after waking up too. In their own words, it was the 'last goodbye to the King's royal sword'.

They remained true to their words and kept their little incident a secret by sneaking out of his chamber in the morning and leaving to return to White Harbor.

By then, Robert had understood one thing. A law that was perhaps universal for generations—A King has privileges that normal men can't even dream of. No matter how handsome or hideous a King may look, he'd never face a lack of beauties throwing themselves at him. And for someone like Robert, it was as much a boon as a bane.

At least I'm in control of it now. No more bastards. That was one rule he had vowed never to break.

The distance between Moat Cailin and Winterfell wasn't short. Spanning hundreds of miles with growing cold, the marching army had to spend a few nights on the way. But they faced no battles, nor any rough terrains.

In a little over ten days, Robert finally saw Robb Stark's camped army, right at the shore of White Knife River. He already knew the situation, and how bad it was. The Ironborn hadn't only taken Winterfell but also Castle Cerwyn. That meant Robb had to first take Castle Cerwyn.

But between Cerwyn and Winterfell was a distance of a hundred miles. If Cerwyn was attacked, Theon Greyjoy had warned that he'd kill everyone in Winterfell, including Bran and Rickon.

Right as Robert's army approached, Robb's camp overcame with activities. Men became alert, and a small crowd gathered at the camp's entrance.

It's been slightly over a year since you departed King's Landing. Robert looked at Robb's face and felt like he had failed as a father. He had journeyed to the extreme South and now arrived at the extreme North, and yet Robb hadn't been able to retake Winterfell.

"Your Grace."

"My King."

"Your Grace."

The many lords and knights there knelt to Robert at first sight. It was calming to hear for Robert, that they still called him their King. That they didn't continue with their 'King in the North' nonsense.

"Your Grace."

To the last greeting, a feminine voice, Robert felt his heart shake. He looked at Catelyn's face and held himself back from embracing her. It was hard to let go of years of memories built with her. Her dark eyes, pale face, and thinner cheeks were clear signs of her stress.

Robert descended from his horse and gave Robb a strong hug. With an arm around his shoulder, he pulled the boy along to walk. "How many Ironborn men are inside Cerwyn and Winterfell?"

Robb led him and everyone else into a massive tent with throngs of seats in a broad circle. At one end stood a larger table, presiding over the gathering like a King's throne. "There are at least a few thousand, Your Grace. I've dispatched men to scout the Wolfswood. They report that the Ironborn are patrolling those woods as well."

Robert took the large seat and let Robb sit to his right. Catelyn also sat down to his left, close enough that he could feel her presence.

"It's been a year." Robert surveyed the faces around him. "I'm confused. What keeps you held here?"

"Deepwood Motte has fallen, as well," Robb said, his voice steady yet heavy with the weight of loss. "The Ironborn, with reinforcements, hold Winterfell as their stronghold. Moreover…"

"Bran and Rickon?" Robert completed, tracing Robb's gaze, and looked at Catelyn's anxious face. He lived in a different body, but Bran and Rickon were his sons, and there was no doubt about it. They were the reason he marched all the way there.

"Then," Robert grumbled, holding himself back from taking Catelyn's hand for comfort. "It's foolish to sit here and scheme. Our first duty is to secure Bran and Rickon. The rest can wait."

Catelyn looked up at Robert and lost herself in his eyes, finding a strange assurance and seriousness oozing from him.

"Barristan, gather a hundred men. We'll sneak the boys out ourselves."

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