"No, he's going to wake up once you start it. I'm sure of it. He won't stop fucking you, that's in his blood, and quite honestly, he's in heat. He might jolt awake from the lust if he sees both of us together." Myrcella advised, her eyes longingly stuck on that immense phallus in Sansa's barely wrapped grip. "I'm not leaving. Just hiding behind the curtains."
Sansa, still a bit terrified, watched her dear friend walk around the bed and hide behind the curtains.
"Go on." Myrcella urged from her hiding spot. "Sit on it. Remember, no matter what happens, don't stop. Do not ask him to stop. Let him have you in any way he desires, that's what a Queen does for her King. Make this night a memorable one for him."
Hesitant and worried, Sansa frowned, but she still nodded and stood up fully on her long, milky legs; so toned and slender that compared to Robert's arms they seemed like twigs. She placed each foot to the sides of Robert's waist and took another good look at the cock standing straight under her.
Looking down at Robert's completely naked form, she couldn't help but imagine how he could easily break her, how his cock would ravage her inside and ruin her completely. However, that last image actually titillated her core instead, hurling her back to that thrilling first moment when someone else's fingers invaded her blushing petals.
Sansa shook her head and gathered her determination. She gently lowered herself, slowly bending her knees. Robert's cock, fully erect and pointing straight up, waiting to feel her warmth.
Sansa, still hesitating, instinctively moved her waist back and fully sat down on Robert's thighs, right under his straining cock. Her naive face looked at the tip of his massive cock seriously, seeing that the height reached her belly button.
She struggled to believe she could take it.
"Do it, Sansa!" Myrcella hissed from behind the curtain.
Sansa gulped and raised herself high once more. Her knees spread utterly wide as she squatted over Robert's behemoth body. The chill in the room made her feel utterly exposed, her pink flower and drooling lower lips, sensitive to even gentle tickles. She held his cock, aligned it with her sweltering core, and slowly sat down.
"Uhh…" A sharp breath escaped her as she strained, her lips set in a firm line.
She felt it all, engulfing her core with agonizing, stinging ache. Her petals stretched wide like never before, her insides parted forcefully for his size. As more and more of his cock went in, spearing through without mercy, Sansa could feel her wet walls contracting, gripping, and releasing, struggling to mold to his size.
"I–I'll be your… loving queen, Your Grace. I'll be yours, y–you can trust me…" Sansa muttered incoherently as pleasure started to engulf her mind. Her stretched petals and the little bundle of nerves dragged over his length, the tantalizing bliss overriding the pain.
"Uugh… more wine… Wh… tight c-cunt…!" Robert's instincts spoke, his mind felt the insane tightness enshrouding his shaft. His nonsensical mumbles intensified along with the throbs and twitches of his enveloped cock.
Scared out of her mind, Sansa gritted her teeth to stop her moans. Her hips kept moving down until she felt that dull ache, stopping Robert's cock at the end of her cave of wonders. Sansa's trembling thighs pivoted, moving herself up and feeling all that pleasure once again. She took him in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, letting the royal rod churn her pussy.
"Huh?" Robert's eyes suddenly shot wide open.
Sansa froze in absolute fright. Her knees almost gave way, making her ass fall down entirely and take another inch. She wasn't prepared for it.
"Aaaah!" A moan escaped her lips.
It was over, he saw her!
She shivered in fright, agony, and pleasure throughout. Her body withered on him, reluctantly twitching in delight as her face flushed crimson from the thorough stuffing. She had taken all of him in, her cervix smushed against the bulbous head of his unforgiving cock.
But to Sansa's absolute confusion, the King smiled warmly and his hands reached for her. His rough, callous-filled palms spread over her shapely small breasts and glided further up to her face.
"Oh… Oh my Ca–…" Robert mumbled, his eyes unfocused. He looked towards the shy woman, sitting on his body, her aura as ethereal as the day he took her maidenhood. "I longed for your warmth… so long… Yes… Let me make love to you… Aye, I'll make love to you like our first night!"
Right at that moment, Robert suddenly gripped Sansa's waist and pushed her down to his side. He rolled and got on top of her completely, looming over her body like a mountain hovering above a small boulder. His one hand caressed her small face, the other aimed his own straining erection at her entrance.
Sansa bit her lips in excitement, feeling entirely welcomed by her King. She didn't know what came over him, but she loved the way he tenderly stroked her cheek, feeling that this was how it ought to be. She wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in the moment.
Without waiting, Robert thrust in, going halfway in with a single dive.
"Ahhh!!" Sansa cried out, screaming in pure ecstasy. Her fingers scratch his shoulders as she felt utterly split open by his weight, her legs spread wide.
"Argh… My love… So tight, just like… Yes, yes… just like that time!"
Robert pulled his hips back and rammed in once again. This time he shoved all of his cock in with a shattering thrust. He felt her walls trying to grip and squeeze him like crazy as if trying to push the oversized guest out. He felt the throbs of her cervix, the entrance to her womb welcoming him.
"Ahhhh! Yess… My King! Ohhh gods!!" Her moans increased, louder and louder with each thrust.
"Moan for me! Tell me… show me your love… let me feel that night once again!" Robert poured all his weight on Sansa's body and showered kisses over her face.
The girl nearly disappeared into the bedding, her body pressed down relentlessly. The bed creaked as she got pounded into blissful oblivion. Her moans stifled by his rough kisses, her pink-tipped breasts, gripped and fondled endlessly by his large palms.
Sansa never denied him pleasure, taking it all as her duty. No, she felt pride and love, a sense of accomplishment. She felt like a queen already. And welcomed all of Robert's desires, rough or not.
She reciprocated Robert's kisses and sloppily kissed him back, hugging his neck. She lost herself in lust and wild desire. Her body quivered onto his cock as her pussy gripped around him, her muscles knotted up as she felt that world-shattering ecstasy.
Sansa came with wild abandon, unable to come down from that unforgiving high that Robert gifted her. She came once, twice, thrice… losing count of how many times she came as Robert's cock scraped past every single sensitive bit of her pussy. Every wall, every nook and cranny of every bump and groove of her slick, wet heat, stretched beyond the limit.
Robert didn't stop, he wouldn't stop, his cock eagerly fulfilling the need for his beloved woman. The more she moaned the more ravenous his greed, the more she came the silkier and softer her salivating pussy felt. Oh, how he missed her body, his beloved… Catelyn.
Unbeknownst to the two, drowned in their own delirium, there was another melodious moan, dripping with lust as it whispered, just a few feet away.
Hidden behind the curtains, Myrcella had lifted her nightgown up to her glistening thighs. Her pink furnace dripping wet, raided by her own graceful fingers.
"Aaaah… yes… My woman… I'm close!" Robert grunted in absolute beastly pleasure. "But… no more… lads… we have plenty… aye… plenty!"
Robert thrust over and over, plunging into Sansa's depths, pushing her into oblivion. Her senses dulled from the incessant pounding, her body exhausted from orgasm after orgasm. But Robert still managed to pull out another cataclysmic response that left Sansa half-awake, tossed about like a ragdoll.
When he felt she had lost herself completely, Robert shifted back on his knees, smiling in love as he pulled out. He stroked his still-standing cock, eagerly reaching that elusive heavenly feeling as he gazed at "Catelyn's" quivering, exhausted body. He soared over the edge and groaned in blissful agony, releasing a burst of his thick batter over her naked, lithe body.
Large webs of his sticky seeds spilled on Sansa's body, painting her belly and rolling down between her legs. To Robert, it was the most beautiful sight.
"Thank you for this dream… my love… thank—uh…"
Robert instantly felt the fatigue take over, falling face-first right beside Sansa. Without a care in the world, his breathing started to steady into a deep sleep. His body was naked, and his cock was well-spent.
"Sansa?" Myrcella finally walked out from her hiding spot and quickly jumped onto the bed. "Sansa, wake up!"
She shook Sansa but the red-haired girl's eyes were shut tighter than a Septa's legs. She grabbed her face and shook harder, but other than some mumbles, Sansa didn't react.
Finally, Myrcella looked between Sansa's legs. She knew the northern girl was already pale beyond measure, so seeing how swollen and rosy her pussy had gotten, made her feel things. Envious things.
"Maybe…"
Myrcella glanced at Robert's frame. She gulped and looked back at Sansa once before focusing back on the powerful man of her dreams. The man she'd so desperately wanted to touch her between her legs. Ever since she'd seen him stare at her naked body, she wanted more of his attention.
"J-Just this once….? Forgive me, Sansa… I really want it too."
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