Myrcella writhed like crazy, and she silently screamed when her lungs struggled to push out air as her muscles contracted. Her pussy gripped tightly, as a blinding, pulsing moment of release washed over her entire being. This was no mere climax as her essence flowed out like a glistening fountain of youth.
Robert's cock fell out and Myrcella's squirt sprayed all over the floor, sullying the floor in a watery puddle. Her pussy throbbed, gaping and squeezing from the lack of his girth.
"Hah, you thought you can have my seed after birthing incest spawns?" Robert mocked, his eyes still unfocused. "In your dreams, whore! On your bloody knees!"
He pushed her down off of his lap and made her kneel between his legs. He combed his fingers through her hair and twisted, grabbing a handful to pull her face in and shove his cock right between her lips.
"It'll reach your belly alright, eh! But not in your womb! Never!"
"Ummm… Ye-shhh… mmmm!" Myrcella wholeheartedly accepted her King's rough plowing and thrusts. She couldn't wait to have more of it, and now she felt scared if he'd even accept her. But she wasn't going to give up, loosening her throat to take in every inch he gifted her.
"Ummmmmmm…"
Long, frantic pulls and thrusts later, Robert finally felt that hard-earned tingle in his balls. The tight suck around his cock sent him hurling through heaven and he burst with a jarring, pulsing climax, sending his watery, virile fluid deep into her throat.
He gushed out a lot, proportionate to his size. He felt it all pooling inside her mouth and submerging his cock too. So warm and sinful.
Focused on cherishing every moment, with large gulps, Myrcella swallowed it all masterfully. Her green eyes greedily stared upward at her King's satisfied face.
But even after she cleared her mouth, she kept suckling him, licking him, slashing her face on his balls and cock with no care. Even as it turned flaccid, she kept slurping and brushing her pink tongue around his length, worshiping it in all senses, praying for it to rise again and plunder her.
Thump!
Robert fell back onto the bed and passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Myrcella eventually stopped and stood up. With a bit of a huff, she worked hard to pull Robert's body up to the headboard. Thankfully, the man was half awake to aid her. She then placed Sansa on his right side.
Silently standing beside the bed, she looked at Robert and Sansa's figure.
Myrcella felt something in her heart, a greed like never before. Aye, it was her plan to have Sansa seduce Robert initially, but she never expected to be seduced by Robert's mere presence instead.
"Forgive me, Sansa. I want this just as badly as you do."
Myrcella walked over to the other side of the bed and slid over, warmly squeezing herself beside Robert and hugging his warm frame to sleep. She wanted to be his and trap him within her "affections", forever hers.
Damned be the consequences.
She wanted it, and nothing was going to stop her from having it.
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Catelyn…
Robert's eyes gently opened, the last words of his dreams still lingering on his lips. This wasn't the first time he dreamt of her, but somehow this time the dream was so vivid. He was confused as to why he saw Cersei in that dream too, though he had no remorse for the things he did to her in the dream. She deserved it all since she so often complained about the lack of his attention towards her.
Such a strange dream. He thought and stared at the ceiling in silence. What is this scent?
He was far too familiar with that scent. It was impossible to ignore it when it reeked so intensely.
But then he felt air across his naked chest and body. He felt exposed all over, impossible when he remembered going to bed clothed.
And then he felt the warmth around him, against both of his shoulders, tightly pressed into him from both sides. It felt like the touch of skin squeezed against the skin. The weight on his shoulders gave him the texture of hair.
Robert's heart began pounding. He was aware of where he was and who the girls beside him were. He was aware that he was naked and that he could feel naked bodies pressed onto him. Heck, he felt a soft hand resting barely above his shaft.
No! No, no! Seven hells, no!
Scared of raising his head, Robert simply tried to move his eyes to look over his shoulders.
Gods, what have I done?
Blonde on the left and red on the right.
As he felt their slender, light bodies pressed on him, he realized the memories were no dreams. And just as he recalled that memory, the face of Catelyn changed to Sansa and Cersei's face changed to Myrcella.
Suddenly, it was all so vivid and real. The scent of sex in the room left nothing to chance, it reminded him of his grave sin. The warm mounds squeezed onto his side were proof of his failure.
D-Did Robert take over? What happened?
The more he questioned the more vivid it became. How he pressed into Sansa while she lay beneath him, her legs stretched and spread apart, swaying as he pounded into her sore cunt. The kiss… the shameless kiss that he exchanged with her.
And then Myrcella, how rough he'd been with that poor girl. How he speared into her cunt, threw her over his lap, and folded her body like a doll. How he made her swallow his spent batter.
Every single moment from the previous night became clear.
Why? Why would you, girls? He questioned himself, veins popping all over his forehead, his eyes bulging wide and red. He finally raised his head and looked down to his right. Sansa's face rested there, peacefully sleeping. Why, Sansa? Why with a man more than twice your age?
Then he looked at Myrcella's face, also peacefully asleep.
Why, Myrcella? So what if we share no blood? You grew up… No! I mustn't have!
A wave of panic swept through him. He jolted and quickly pulled himself out of the bed, uncaring if the girls woke up. He slid down to the footside and jumped off the bed before turning around and staring at the two naked girls. Especially between their legs.
Their naked, slender bodies burned into his eyes and memory. Sansa's pale as snow skin and Myrcella's slightly tanned, common Westerlands complexion. No quilt covered them, so along with their messy hair, their pink cherry-tipped breasts and their rosy pussies were all visible.
Despite how fucked up the situation was, Robert heaved a sigh of relief when he found no sticky, white residue between their legs.
Why did this happen? Robert cursed himself under his breath. He couldn't believe himself as he started to feel his erection heat up from their mere naked display. Girls he never expected to bed now made him hard. Such a grave sin!
"Your Grace!"
With horror in his eyes, Robert looked up at Myrcella as she raised herself on her elbows, her messy blonde head facing him. Their eyes met and Robert felt disgusted with himself. Myrcella looked so delicate, so kind and sweet, worthy of only the most handsome knights of the Seven Kingdoms. Yet he treated her so harshly, savagely plundered like a whore back in Robert's most depraved days.
Robert felt his throat go dry when she called for him.
"Y-Your Grace…"
Then came Sansa's weak, scared murmur as she completely, stiffly sat up on the bed, squeezing her legs together in shame, one arm hiding her bare breasts. Her hair was just as messy as Myrcella's.
Hearing her made Robert terrified of himself. This was absolutely taboo in his thoughts. But the fucked up situation was that to him, Myrcella was acceptable while Sansa was not. But to the realm, Sansa was completely acceptable as his woman but not Myrcella.
Neither Robert nor Eddard had the luxury of feeling relaxed in either situation. No, this was a mess only for the unique creature that he was, neither of the two.
"G-Girls… I…" He stammered, having no idea what to say. Heck, noticing how Myrcella's eyes were stuck to his rigid, half-erect shaft made him speechless.
"No!" Myrcella raised her voice before Robert could say anything. "We wanted this, Your Grace. You have done no wrong. Isn't that right, Sansa?"
Sansa was lost for a moment, confused as to why Myrcella was also naked and in a similar state as herself. But she eventually nodded firmly. "Y-Yes… I wanted this, Your Grace. I accepted your love and… and I will dutifully serve you. Please, don't feel worried. I will always—"
"What are you on about?" Robert bellowed, his voice thick with confusion. A part of him, deep down, wanted Sansa to deny it all.
"What could you possibly see in this?" He slapped a hand to his chest. "This hairy, hulking brute of a man—a whoremonger, a savage, a bloody killer! What's romantic about that, girl?"
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