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Wolf Pact by DizzyDG
 TV » Game of Thrones Rated: M, English, Family & Romance, [Robb S., Myrcella B.], Words: 163k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Dec 24, 2015 Updated: Sep 13, 2018865Chapter 15: XIII: A Queen's Delight
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry to keep you waiting again, but I wanted to get back to weekend posting. Normal service should now resume!
unnamed visitor: Glad you liked Robb's thoughtfulness, they certainly will be allowed a bit of a honeymoon when he returns. So pleased you're enjoying the story, they will be reunited very soon.
Guest: Here it is, hope you enjoy!
Guest: You're welcome, thank you very much.
Reader: Well, this chapter is Myrcella's POV, so there will be some of that.
Boramir: Thank you, you're very welcome. Glad you liked Robb's approach, and how it mirrors real history. Yes, I think given his experience Robb would be fool indeed not to take some precautions. As for Grey Wind, you can bet he was there, but given Robb and the Smalljon were trying to keep a low profile I don't think Robb would have had him in plain sight.
Just a reminder that this fic is an M, and is so for a reason. You know the drill, if you don't like smut skip ahead!
Right-ho folks, on we go!
:)
XIII: A Queen's Delight
Myrcella
She woke from her slumber to see that it was still dark out. Slowly she moved her head to the side to see that the fire was still burning brightly. That meant that she could not have been asleep for that long. She had not meant to fall asleep at all, she had meant to stay awake so that she could greet Robb when he arrived back. Her hand moved up to massage her neck which felt stiff from the awkward angle at which she had fallen asleep. She had thought he would be back by now, but there was no clattering of hooves against stones no matter how hard she strained her ears. Slowly she got out of bed, moving her neck gingerly from side to side as she walked to the window and peered out. Nothing. Nothing to see but the flickering of the flames atop the castle ramparts and the odd shadow of a guard passing by them.
Myrcella sighed in defeat and closed the drapes. She would go down to the main parlour once more and see if there was any word. If not, she would have to give up and go to sleep. She threw a few more logs on the fire before wrapping her stole around her and making her way from the chamber. Down the hallways she went before descending the stairs and padding her way towards the parlour. She opened the door as quietly as possible, her eyes going at once to the small table next to the door where letters for the family were usually deposited if they came late and were unurgent. There was nothing there, and she tried not to feel disappointed. "You're up late," Lady Stark's voice made her jump, and she snapped her eyes towards the sound and saw her good-mother sat in an armchair by the fire with her needlework.
"As are you, my lady," Myrcella replied weakly, moving a little further into the room so she didn't appear rude.
"Needlework relaxes me before bed, likely I will retire soon," Lady Stark said with a smile, and Myrcella returned the gesture.
"I was waiting up for Robb," Myrcella confessed, "only I fell asleep for a while, when I woke I thought I would come and see if any word had come." She couldn't help but sound hopeful at the end, thinking that perhaps word had come and Lady Stark had already opened and read it.
"No word," her good-mother smiled kindly, "if the men are weary then they would likely have elected to stay at Cerwyn for the night. They will be here tomorrow afternoon if that is the case."
"No doubt you're right," Myrcella smiled, trying to hide her disappointment. "I will leave you in peace now, my lady. Good night." Her good-mother returned her sentiments warmly and Myrcella backed out of the room again, closing the door behind her. She couldn't help but cast a hopeful look towards the doors of the keep as she crossed the entrance hall. It was to no avail, they stayed firmly shut, and there was no sound of anything out in the courtyard. She sighed heavily and resigned herself to the fact that Robb would not be back until the next afternoon. It was not the end of the world, she had made it through this far, and he would soon be back with her. She bit her lip to hide her smile as she made her way back to their chambers, remembering what he had written in the letter he had sent. She had not been expecting him to write to her at all, and the contents had warmed her heart.
Finally she made it back, letting out a slight sigh of exasperation as she closed the door behind her. She supposed there was nothing else to be done but sleep, and so she began to undress herself, tossing her dress and her shift aside before wrapping Robb's robe around her. She had slept in it all week, it helped to settle her when she woke in the night, breathing in his lingering scent to calm her pounding heart. Not all of her dreams were bad. Some were of him, and they made her blush to even think of them. They were exhilarating, and often caused her to wake with her stomach clenched in knots and a feeling like fire between her thighs. It was a sin to be wanton. That is what her Septa had always taught her. Women should not lust for their husbands, merely do their duty by them in the bedchamber and bear them children. Well, Myrcella thought, whoever decided on those rules had obviously never come across a man like Robb.
She shuddered slightly, tying his robe a little more tightly around her before she went to the fire once more and tossed on as much wood as it could take. As she straightened up she heard the opening of the door and she whirled around at once, her heart beating wildly in her chest. It calmed somewhat when she saw who had entered, her lips smiling at once at the sight of her exhausted looking husband. His eyes seemed to brighten on seeing her, a wide smile stretching across his own lips. "It seems like I have returned just in time," he said, his gaze almost wolfish as he looked her up and down. His eyes on her made her shiver, but not at all in an unpleasant way.
"Indeed, I was just about to retire for the night," she told him, "I had just about given up on you. Your mother thought you might stay at Cerwyn, did you just get back? I didn't hear a thing."
"Only a few of us rode back, the rest have indeed elected to stay at Cerwyn," he explained to her, depositing a wrapped package onto the desk before making to remove his cloak and furs.
"Here," Myrcella crossed quickly to him, "let me help. You look utterly exhausted, perhaps you should have stayed at Cerwyn with the others." He hummed in response as she draped his furs over the back of the chair before unclasping his cloak and laying it aside.
"Perhaps you're right, wife," he growled, snatching at her upper arms and pulling her against him. "But that would have meant spending another night in another bed that was not shared with you," he continued, his words seemingly making her melt against him.
"You missed me?" she whispered, letting her own hands run along his chest and settle on his shoulders.
"More than I imagined," he whispered back, clasping his arms around her waist and bending his head to crash his lips against hers.
She held on more tightly to his shoulders as the force of his kiss almost had her staggering backwards. He held her fast though, somehow manoeuvring her back towards the bed as their tongues tangled in a delicious dance that had a slight moan escaping the back of her throat. Robb's hands found the tie of the robe she was wrapped in and her stomach clenched, her thighs twitching slightly of their own accord. He pulled his lips from hers in the next moment and she wanted them back at once. He merely grinned down on her, toying with the tie of the robe. "This looks familiar," he said, his voice dripping with unmistakable lust.
"You ought to claim it back quickly, I have grown rather fond of it," she replied breathlessly, and he grinned wickedly. In one swift move he tugged it loose before shoving her gently so that she toppled back onto the bed.
She lay there breathlessly while he hurriedly took care of his own clothing, biting down on her bottom lip as he pulled his tunic up over his head and tossed it aside. When he moved to unlace his breeches her thighs seemed to twitch again, unbearable heat pooling between them. This time she didn't look away as he released himself, exhaling slowly as he revealed his hardened length. By the Gods, had that really been able to fit inside her? He came closer to the foot of the bed when he was fully bare and Myrcella's heart pounded, her hips involuntarily raising up from the bed slightly. Oh Gods, if she hadn't know it before then she damn well knew it now. She wanted him. She wanted all of him, and she had no shame in admitting it. Her Septa be damned, if being wanton was a sin then she would gladly take her punishment for it when the time came.
Robb crawled onto the bottom of the bed slowly, and she shifted herself up onto her elbows so she could inch her way up towards the pillows. "Are you trying to escape me, wife?" he chuckled at her, his hands finding her calves and slowly making their way up her legs as she spread them to allow him to crawl between them.
"A futile attempt," she teased him back breathlessly, "how easily you caught me, husband. How do you intend to punish me for my insubordination?" He pressed a kiss just above her navel in response, the whiskers of his beard tickling irresistibly.
"Don't worry, wife," he murmured against her skin as he kissed his way towards her breasts. "I am sure to think of something fitting." Myrcella could only hum in agreement and pleasure as he took one of her buds into his mouth and began suckling like a needy babe.
His hands appeared to be everywhere, making every inch of skin they touched tingle in delight. They pulled the robe further away from her, and she was happy to pull her arms free of it and rake her nails down his back. He groaned against her breast, one of his hands coming to settle on her hip and rub firmly up and down her skin. Myrcella's breathing was ragged in her own ears, and she couldn't help but rock her hips up towards Robb. The ache between her thighs was begging to be relieved, and as incredible as his mouth felt on her breast, it was not enough. It was not nearly enough. As though reading her thoughts he abandoned her breast, kissing between them before he kissed down lower. Myrcella wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, but her breathing was too ragged to form words. She lifted her head slightly as he kissed just above the most intimate part of her. Almost as though he sensed her eyes on him he lifted his head, as he wrapped his hands around her thighs.
"Robb?" she breathed questioningly, her chest heaving. He didn't respond with words. He responded by pressing a kiss between her legs and she inhaled sharply, her hands fisting in the furs atop the bed. Robb kissed her again, and this time his tongue flicked against part of her that made her body seemingly convulse. A gasp and a strangled cry left her mouth as he did it again, unable to stop her hips from rolling up towards him. Robb seemed encouraged, gliding and swirling his tongue against her so deliciously that her head felt like it was spinning uncontrollably. Somewhere she was aware that she was moaning wantonly, and that her hands were scrabbling against the furs and sheets as though they were the only thing holding her in the real world. Because nothing else felt real as Robb continued to lick, and kiss, and suck at the most secret part of her body.
Her stomach tightened and her thighs began to shake. Instinct had her pressing them together as Robb drove a pleasure through her that she felt sure would kill her if it continued any longer. He denied her instincts, his hands keeping her thighs firmly apart as he continued to feast between them. Her whole body was twitching now, almost violent convulsions rippling through her as she thrashed against the bed. Her back arched up and an agonised cry came right from the very pit of her stomach and released into their bedchamber as all her tensed muscles suddenly relaxed all at once. Vaguely she was aware that Robb had released his hold on her thighs, and slowly she became aware of him kissing his way back up her body. She lay there dazed, panting hard to regain her breath as her heart hammered in her chest. Her thighs still twitched involuntarily, and little spasms shot through her entire body. Every pore tingled deliciously, as though she had just been shattered into a million pieces and then put back together again.
It was incredible. Indescribable. So much pleasure should surely not be allowed. Perhaps that is why Septa cautioned her against wanton thoughts and actions. Surely experiencing such a feeling was too much for one person to take. Myrcella closed her eyes momentarily as her head began to clear a little more, becoming aware of her skin being damp across her forehead and between her breasts. She could feel it behind her legs as well, and between her thighs. By the Gods she must look a mess, but Robb was looking at her as though she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen when she opened her eyes again. "How?" she breathed, the only word she felt capable of uttering at his moment. He smiled widely in response, running his hand across her brow to push her damp hair away from her forehead.
"I promised," he said simply, and she just about managed to smile at him before he leaned down to kiss her. She lost herself in him. Tasting the difference of him and realising with a jolt that it was because she was tasting herself on his lips. He obviously noticed her moment of surprise as he pulled back, his fingers slowly coming to caress along her cheek. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, and she bit down on her lip.
"I am not sure how a person is ever supposed to become accustomed to such a thing," she told him honestly, and he dropped a light kiss to the tip of her nose.
"I don't think it would be the same, if it were something we were to grow used to," he responded, and she hummed her agreement, nodding slightly. She shifted her body a little in the next moment and felt Robb's hardened length pressing against her stomach. It was enough to make her shudder, the ghost of the pleasure he had just brought her rippling through her body.
Myrcella swallowed hard, deciding to test her daring. She wanted both of them to experience such pleasure together, and she could think of only one way that could happen. Slowly she pushed against his shoulders, and he frowned slightly but rolled away from her and onto his back as she had intended him to do. Gathering her courage she sat herself up, still feeling rather shaky from his previous ministrations. Robb was watching her intently as she slowly moved herself so that she could swing one of her legs over him and straddle his lap. She had a perfect vantage point from which to admire his chest from here, and so she decided to do so, letting her eyes take in every inch. Every tiny detail of it. Little scars flecked his ribcage, and she hesitantly moved her fingers to press to each of them. "Tiltyard. Grazed on a rock at the hot springs. Arrow," he spoke the cause of each as she touched them in turn, without her even asking him to.
She moved her eyes to his and let her hand slowly wander firmly up his chest, feeling him exhale deeply at her progress. When she reached the bottom of the biggest of his scars she hesitated. "Dragon?" she whispered, and he nodded his head. "Can I?" she asked, and again he nodded, this time sitting up slowly beneath her until he was facing her. Slowly she traced her fingers over each scar. Each scrape of a dragons talon. Gods it must have hurt him, but still he had fought on. Fought on and won.
"They fascinate you?" he asked her questioningly, his tone soft but curious.
"Your body tells stories. Each one a different tale," she ran her hands over his shoulders before meeting his eyes. "It makes you more beautiful, my own skin is so dull in comparison," she told him, and he moved closer to press kisses down her cheek.
"Your skin is flawless," he murmured as he kissed down her neck. "Your stories are all hidden inside, hidden beneath this unmarked mystery," he continued, running his hands firmly down her back before moving them to settle on her hips. "That in itself, makes you beautiful," he finished, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder as she sighed happily against him. Myrcella bit her lip gently after a long moment of quiet, lifting her head up to meet his eyes again as she raised her hips slightly. He held her eyes as she positioned herself so she could feel his length pressing against her. Slowly she wiggled her hips until she understood where he fit, slowly allowing herself to sink down onto him. This time there was no sting of pain, just an odd stretching sensation which felt neither pleasant not unpleasant. Robb let out a stifled groan when all of his length was buried inside her, and she could only imagine that it felt good to him.
Once she grew used to him being there she shifted her hips back and forth slowly, feeling a kind of tingling pleasantness from the friction being built up by her movement. Robb's hands on her hips guided her, and she could tell from his darkened eyes and the odd groan that left his mouth that he was enjoying being inside her. For her it felt pleasant, more so the more she moved, but it was still nothing compared to what he had done to her before. Just the memory of it was enough to make her stomach clench, and her nails pinch slightly into his shoulders. She opened her mouth to ask him, but the words wouldn't come. They sounded mortifying in her mind, but he had told her to let him know what she liked and what she didn't like. She bit down on her lip, and summoned up all the courage she had inside her. "Robb?" she gasped slightly as her next movement took him deeper into her than she had expected.
"Hmm?" his response was half groan as the tips of his fingers clenched tightly around her hips.
"Would you…would you touch me?" she asked him, knowing she was blushing. "Would you touch me where you kissed me before?" she specified, somehow managing to hold his eyes as she requested it of him. He didn't answer with words, he merely moved one hand from her hip and skilfully ran it down her lower stomach until he reached where they were joined. He touched that little bud, that part of her that seemed to hold the key to all her pleasure within it. She hummed her approval, her hips moving that little bit faster as his touch seemed to intensify the pleasure she was feeling at having him inside her. He pressed harder, circling slowly, and her thighs clenched, her nails pinching into his shoulders again as she rocked her hips harder.
Her increase of speed seemed to encourage his own, his fingers toying deftly and firmly between her legs as she continued to take him into her over and over ever more quickly. She was moaning before she could stop herself, her head thrown back as her movements became ever more erratic and quick. Nothing was coherent to her anymore, nothing but the feeling of Robb inside her. She was aware of his own grunts and groans of pleasure. She could feel their wet skin slicking together as she pressed her torso against his, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and working her hips as fast as she could manage. One of his hands was still tightly gripped around her hip, she could feel his fingertips digging into her flesh as he encouraged the relentless movement of her hips. She panted against him, every muscle exhausted yet poised for release as his other hand still furiously circled that bundle of pleasure.
Gods she was ready to explode. She was ready for it again, all of her poised and ready to snap at any moment. "Oh Gods, I need…I need…" she cried almost desperately against his ear as black spots began to pop behind her eyes. Her head was spinning again and her body was shaking as she clung so tightly to Robb that she imagined she might be hurting him. She couldn't loosen her grip though, if she let go she would be lost to the abyss. She needed him here to cling to when everything shattered into oblivion again. Almost as she thought that she felt it, and she almost screamed out in sweet, relieved agony. Aware of her clenching tightly around Robb, and aware of his own moan of relief in her ear as he pulsed within her. His hands came to tangle in her hair as she buried herself in the crook of his neck and tried to steady her breathing.
"Gods," he gasped, clumsy kisses being placed along her hairline as he turned his head towards her. "Gods, Myrcella." She could say nothing in response. She wasn't even sure what the correct and coherent response would be. He didn't seem to mind. He seemed content enough to lay his head down against her own and stroke his hands gently through her tangled tresses. Eventually his hands slipped back down to her hips to ease her from his length. For a moment she mourned his absence, before she realised it was foolish. They could not stay joined together, no matter how wonderful it felt. He placed his hands flat on her back and collapsed down against the pillows, pulling her with him. His breathing was still ragged, and she could feel how quickly his heart was beating as she slid one of her hands down to rest against it. Slowly she straightened her legs out and slipped from his body so she was pressed against his side. As though in response he grasped at some loose furs and draped them over them carelessly.
"I know what you meant now," she told him quietly, her voice still slightly breathy. He chuckled breathlessly in response, turning his head to press a firm kiss to her forehead.
"I only want to satisfy you, as you satisfy me," he murmured against her skin, and her stomach jumped a little in delight.
"You are leading me into sin," she said in an amused tone, and she could feel him smile against her forehead.
"How so? Is a man not allowed to ravish his wife?" he asked her and she giggled slightly.
"A man may do whatever he pleases, but my Septa always warned me against wanton thoughts," she answered him, and he snorted slightly.
"Rest assured, the Old Gods have no such rules," he told her quietly, "and we were married before them. What happens in our marriage bed is of no consequence to the Seven."
"Do you really believe that?" she asked him curiously, and he sighed slightly.
"I have no idea, the thought had never entered my head before, and if I'm honest, I'm not sure I am at all interested," he told her, and she smiled, clenching her hand slightly in the muscles of his chest. "However," he continued, trailing his fingertips up and down her spine, "I am very much interested in what wanton thoughts reside in my wife's head." Myrcella giggled again, biting down on her lip gently before she lifted her head so she could look down on him.
"Do you really want to know?" she whispered, and he grinned wolfishly at her.
"I would delight to know," he replied, "but perhaps you'd best save them until the morning, I am rather exhausted thanks to you keeping me awake so late."
"I am not sure the blame for that can be lain entirely at my feet, your Grace," she teased him, and he raised a hand to begin twirling a lock of her hair around and around his fingers.
"Hmm, perhaps not, I suppose the Gods are to blame for making you so wanton," he said slyly, and she slapped her hand playfully against his chest.
"And I suppose your own desires are none existent?" she questioned him, cocking her head to one side.
"When faced with a woman as glorious as you, I am sure any man would crumble and succumb to his desires," he told her, slowly releasing the curl he had wound around his fingers. "
You once told me that you didn't have a pretty way with words, something tells me you were not quite being entirely honest," she said teasingly, and he rolled his eyes at her.
"It must be your southern courtesies wearing off on me," he muttered, and she smiled widely at him.
"Careful, Robb," she warned him as she settled her head down against his chest; "you will be curtseying next."
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! More next weekend!
:)
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