GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

Robert raised his head sideways and looked. The door was open and the familiar Alayaya stood there looking as fantastic as ever. No, I can't have these two at the same time. They'll h—

"Come here, 'Yaya. Serve your King." Chataya called sweetly, shifting a little forward, removing his full, throbbing erection from the confines of her warm weight. "I'll see to the upper, while you tend to the lower, my dear."

"Oh, of course." Alayaya entered the room, closed the door behind, and let her robes fall around her feet. She quickly crawled onto the bed, behind Chataya's hips, and made Robert's legs spread wider.

Robert grunted as soon as he felt Alayaya's hands trace his hairy legs and reach for his shaft. She took some oil from Chataya and spilled it all over him. In no time, she began to touch him and massage him everywhere. Feet, shins, calves, thighs, balls, and cock—the whole package.

Meanwhile, Chataya leaned down on Robert's chest and pressed her buttery, burgeoning breasts on him. All the while her face landed to the side of his neck. Her hands continued to massage his shoulders and biceps, however.

It was the hottest thing Robert, or the soul inside, had ever felt. Her wet licks on his neck were electric. It became impossible to hold himself back, and he reached for her soft ass with his hands.

"Argh!" Robert groaned like a man having his first time. Peak sensory overload reached as soon as he felt young Alayaya popping his craving cock in her mouth. Her slippery tongue squeezed him in all the right places.

He never knew he could ever be this hard, but here he was.

It's like making love to… angels in heaven. Robert slowly lost himself to pleasure. The moment Chataya reached near his cheek, he willingly shifted his face and locked with her ripe lips. The woman was no less of a beauty than any—her exotic complexion aroused hunger in him. Her elegant face and those sandalwood-colored eyes were just… thirst inducing.

He felt absorbed into Chataya's drugging kiss. But at the same time, Alayaya's engulfing mouth on his cock made him buckle. His mighty legs shook a little as she took him to the deepest part of her throat.

Intoxicating. He felt and gripped Chataya's ass with more fervor. His groping palms spread her rear enough that he was sure Alayaya could see into her entrances.

"Move, 'Yaya," Chataya ordered and released the King from her lips. She dragged herself backward on his belly and finally felt his heated, slippery cock. She didn't have to do anything but raise herself high. Alayaya gripped his cock and aimed it at Chataya's cunt. "Aaaaah—Fulfilling!"

"Seven Hell!" Robert sucked in a moaning breath.

The oil had to have something in it as he felt so aroused and on the edge. As soon as Chataya's tight cunt started devouring him before his gaze, he lost any semblance of control left. By instinct, he thrust his hips up and jammed himself balls deep—Clearly a lot more than the fine, ripe whore was used to.

Her gasp was loud, and she froze on his cock for a short moment. Her head fell back, chin raised high, eyes closed, and mouth wide open. Her belly throbbed at the insane fullness she felt inside. At the insane stretch, she could feel over her soft silken walls. At the dangerously probing cockhead knocking on the door to her womb.

"Oh… A cock worth kingdoms…" Chataya muttered and slowly moved herself. A little shocked at how she, renowned for her prowess to pleasure men, felt so lost and vulnerable. But at the same time, how long had it been since she last felt true pleasure from a man's hot swollen flesh? She couldn't remember. But that night, she thanked the gods for this reminder.

Clap!

Chataya rose herself high and slapped her ass down with rough intensity. Adamant on fucking herself and pleasuring the King, she tried to ignore the threatening stretches from his size and let the pleasure take over.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Alayaya crawled beside Robert and loomed over his face with her fantastic, shapely breasts. Less than Chataya, but still plenty for men to enjoy. "Ummh… I was hoping you'd call for me again to Red Keep, Your Grace."

Robert was drowned in pleasure. "Will… Do…"

He suckled Alyaya's breasts that she presented while fucking her mother with the upward thrust of his hips. He wanted to be inside her as much as she wanted to feel him. The woman was truly something else, he felt. Even in the memories with Cersei, it was always him who did the work. Not many women could handle his size, let alone take initiative.

Yet the pleasure of Chataya's pulsating core was too sweet to forget. His breath surged, and his scalp tingled every time he felt her silken walls tighten around him, whenever she'd land on him, balls deep. Her gyrating hips were alone enough to make him spill.

But Robert was no weak man. He gritted his lips on Alayaya's dark nipples while trying to control his breath.

"Aaaah… Oh, my King!" Chataya moaned. Usually fake, this time her ears perked in shock. She felt so weak on his length, already sensing the incoming climax. Her cunt tightly clenched on his long pole and just kept on devouring it all inside herself.

Her own hands played with her breasts, pinching the nipples in the heat of arousal. Her mind was already empty, she knew nothing but the shaft inside her.

"Ah, ah, yesss~ I'm coming!" She cried out in a heavily accented voice and fell forward all of a sudden, landing her face under Robert's chin. Her knees folded, and she swallowed the entire length in her cunt, leaving his massive girth spreading her wide and twitching. Her ass jumped on its own, the spasms took over.

"Ummmmm~"

Her entire body writhed on Robert's chest. In blissful abandon, she came on top of his cock with electric jolts. Her sticky spill failed to leak out as he kept her insanely stretched. Her gasping, panting breaths continued to rise to the peak with her throbs until she went limp all of a sudden.

"Mmmm… I ugh…"

Robert frowned. Gods, am I the whore or is she the whore?

"As expected," Alayaya murmured all of a sudden from the side. "I was like this too."

Robert looked down on his chest and found Chataya had already passed out in pleasure. "I'm not done."

"Nor am I, Your Grace." Alayaya laid down her full body on the bed, legs spread, welcoming him.

Robert didn't need a second invitation. He slid Chataya off of himself and sat up. Honor, duty, royalty, nobility, nothing mattered at that moment. His arousal and the tight cunt waiting for him—that was all there was to it.

"Like this? I'm heavy," Robert warned. Initially too drunk, the pleasure had made him a little sober.

Alayaya spread her knees even wider and said nothing.

These two are fantastic!

Unlike the last time, when he feared hurting her, he gently shifted between her legs. He slapped her soaked cunt with his cock a few times. His bulging, purple cockhead was already coated in Alayaya's mother's juices, so he found no trouble sliding in.

"Aaaah!"

Tight! He found her tighter than her mother. All the more enjoyable, it meant. Ugh… Fucking fantastic!

More and more, he lost his thoughts and plunged half of his length inside. Looking down, the stretch on her entrance was insane, and he had to rub his eyes to ensure it wasn't the bump of his cock that he was seeing on her pelvis' flesh.

"Aaaaah… Yes! I… I don't even need gold for this! Just… make love to me, Your Grace!"

A fine, tight, exotic cunt for free? That was the deal of the year.

Robert slowly loomed over her young, fleshy body. Elbows folded, he let his belly squeeze against hers and landed his face on her voluptuous breasts. Oh, how wonderful they were—hot, glistening with oil, and tender to the touch.

"Ummm…" Alayaya felt more and more of his size invading her. The more Robert pressed on her body, the more it burned inside.

"I'll move now," Robert warned and thrust in with force. At last, he felt all of his length surrounded by her warmth. For a few short moments, he let her rest and get used to his size.

"Oh, oh, oooooh! Yes~"

Robert let the beast in him take over from there. He stopped suckling her breasts and completely hugged her shapely body underneath. He landed his face beside her hot neck and began to pound into her with reckless abandon.

"Gods! So amazing! A-Ah! Yesss! Please don't stop! Do-ungh!"

"Hah! Hah!" Robert grunted into her ear with hot breaths. His fucking made Alayaya's back arch, her hips rising upward on instinct as if begging him to go deeper, harder. Her entire body felt so warm and soft against his chest that she almost fainted in that heat.

Soon enough, the musky scents came out as Alayaya came on his cock in no time. But his frantic fucking never stopped as he searched for his own release. He bounced on her body with all his pressing weight, driving so deep that his balls slapped against her ass each time. The slippery, sticky mess constantly trickled and spilled onto the bedding.

"Ummmmmmmm… Fuck, fuck!" Alayaya felt her mind go empty.

Her eyes wide open, could only look at the ceiling. Her lips curved into a sloppy smile of ecstasy, legs dangling on both sides, the heat from his cock's friction made her feel the stinging burn. Yet, it was all that she wanted! It felt fantastic! The rocking, creaking bed… Pleasure like never before.

Robert hugged her body tighter and slid his heavy arms underneath her head. He hugged her face there and pounded harder. To the point that he couldn't go any further, slamming her deepest wall. It all just felt so tight, so stimulating all over his skin, her heated walls, the folds, the tightening clenches of her second climax—Alayaya was perhaps what Chataya once was, in her younger days.

"Ugh… There it is!" Robert bellowed and slammed all the way in and just stopped. He fell down on Alayaya with all his might. In tiny twitches, the throbbing of his cock, and the flexes of his ass, he burst out everything he had. Shooting every single musky white drop of his royal batter in her cunt.

Alayaya's eyes rolled up at the flowing heat filling her insides. So much more than any man she had felt before. So much hotter, burning than anything before.

Robert rode through the last few tremors of his body and didn't pull out until the very last drop settled in her young, Summer Islander cunt. Perhaps the best sex in a long, long time.

"Hah…" He rolled aside at last and landed between the mother and daughter. The two women were quick to hug him from each side, pressing him with their fine tits.

It didn't take long before Robert also closed his eyes and fell asleep. After so long, finally, he felt some peace of mind and calm.

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His eyes opened just an hour later, completely sober now.

He felt the two women still tightly hugging him. But he didn't push them away, just silently accepted what he had done. Somehow, he felt no shame anymore. As if, Catelyn's refusal had somehow freed his conscience.

He softly arose from the two women's tight grasp and sat down on the bed. He gave them an appreciative look. It was an undeniable fact that his body had more lust than what could be contained with mere mental strength. So, he accepted these two women.

Not Robert, nor Ned… I am just a King. A king with duties to this realm.

He slid off the bed and put on his clothes. Then, at last, he grabbed his sword and walked out of the room. Ser Barristan was still there, standing guard.

"Let's go back."

Ser Barristan initially had a worried look on his face. But once he saw the King looking so serious, he silently started leading the way. "This way."

Robert picked up the pace and walked beside the old Kingsguard. They soon entered the smaller streets, and approached the Red Keep.

"Increase my training time to ten hours from tomorrow."

Ser Barristan looked worriedly at the King. "T-That will break you, Your Grace."

"Then that is the need of the hour,"

Clank!

"Get down!" Ser Barristan abruptly roared and jumped in front of Robert.

Woosh!

An arrow came out of nowhere and still struck Robert on his right shoulder.

"Who dares!" Robert bellowed and unsheathed his sword. Back to back, the two men stood and looked around to find the enemies. "Stand before me!"

Tap! Tap!

A lot of footsteps resounded all of a sudden.

"Run, Your Grace!"

"In your dreams," Robert replied and stared at the alleyway in front of him. The same footsteps were coming from behind as well. It was an ambush from both sides. "Let them sacrifice their lives to me."

Moments later, at least fifty men in ragged clothing came running. Some had swords and others had spears. None of them looked pale and scrawny—soldiers, no doubt.

"Try to recognize any faces!" Robert commanded and prepared for the collision.

It was very loud. The shouts and warcries from so many men had woken up the entire streets. Plenty of windows opened up on the upper floors and quickly closed in fear. The few homes that still had lights on went dark.

"Who sent you, pests?!" Robert took the charge instead, taking the first row of attackers by surprise.

Woosh!

He swung the blade in a wide arch and scrapped some enemy swords. But his strength was enough to push them all back a little.

"Ha!" Robert let his instincts take over. Experience of two warriors combined in one. Strength of Robert, and swordsmanship of Eddard Stark.

Clank!

"Argh!"

Robert danced with the longsword. Swinging it with ease, it looked as if he toyed with the men. Throats slit, blood dripped, knees split apart, and chests wide open. He used every advantage he had, including his body.

"Take that, traitors!" Robert blocked one man with his sword and grabbed the other by the throat. He raised him in the air and threw him back towards others.

Woosh!

Robert stabbed all those who fell. Some into their heads, some into their chests. The roars of fighting men slowly began turning into painful cries.

Like rabbits battling a giant, Robert moved around the small alley and killed as many as he could. He received plenty of deep wounds in doing so; stabs, scattered shallow slashes on his flesh, while the arrow shot at his shoulder was still jammed in his flesh.

But the rush of killing intent moved him. No thoughts, pure instincts.

"Haaaaaa… Trying to kill me?!" Robert bellowed loud enough that two streets on each side also heard him. "Come on then!"

Woosh!

Robert jumped over a few dead bodies and came to Ser Barristan's aid, who himself stood on a pile of dead bodies. They quickly stood back to back in formation and began cutting down incoming men.

From fifty the number fell to twenty. From twenty, only five remained standing now.

"Recognised any?" Robert asked furiously, panting. Blood covered his entire being.

"Some." Ser Barristan answered. "Baratheon men mixed with Tyrells."

"Fuck!" Robert cursed and glared at the five remaining men.

Clank!

Thud!

The five men threw their weapons down and ran away instead. A good decision on their part.

At last, Robert and Ser Barristan took a sigh of relief.

"Renly… that damned fool!" Robert growled, his voice thick with rage. "They must've given the order before their raven ever took flight."

"Or… there's a divide within the Tyrell ranks," Ser Barristan suggested. He was injured too, but far less than Robert as he was in his full armor. "Lord Tyrell loves his daughter dearly."

"That oaf!"

Tap! Tap!

All of a sudden, the two heard more footsteps and became serious. They looked at each other's faces, tacitly acknowledging that they couldn't fight any more men.

Thud!

"Ugh…" Robert fell to one knee abruptly. Brows furrowed, he looked at his shoulder. "Poison… Arrow!"

"We must move, Your Grace!" Ser Barristan gave his all and offered his shoulder to the King. "I know a place."

"It better be close!" Robert gritted his teeth and pushed himself forward. They disappeared into a side alley quickly to get away from the footsteps.

Many twists and turns later, Ser Barristan approached a modest mansion that clearly didn't belong to a smallfolk.

Knock! Knock!

Ser Barristan didn't greet and pushed in as soon as the door opened. "Lady Allyria Dayne, forgive us for entering like this. It's an emergency!"

D-Dayne? Robert's barely open eyes tried to look up at the woman. Allyria?

Thud!

Sadly, that was the limit of the Stag's strength.

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"That's impossible!"

"Maester, I am no man to lie. His Grace was gravely injured and poisoned!"

Seven Hells! They can't shut their mouths! Furrowed brows, Robert's eyes slowly opened. He felt bedding underneath him and on his body, a quilt. It was as bright as daylight in the room, and he could hear familiar voices.

"Dayne?" He murmured again and tried to sit up. To his shock, he did that with ease. Not even a small pinch was felt. "What… happened?"

He remembered being wounded and poisoned. But he felt no bandages on his body.

Woosh!

Robert threw the quilt away from his body. Naked except for smallclothes.

"Gods! H-How?" He frantically rubbed his chest, belly, and shoulder where the wounds were. "Where are the wounds?!"

He jumped from the bed and stood to his full height. Not an ounce of pain anywhere. On top of that…

I feel stronger!

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