GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

This bastard! He's still holding on to the past. He's obsessed with the Targaryens.

"What do you want? I gave you the Mountain, and now you want Tywin's head too? If that's your desire, you'll have to fetch it yourself." He glared, not hiding his frustration. He'd already pushed Tywin too far and knew another insult could break the realm. "Elia's husband took my betrothed, raped her, and the Mad King slaughtered anyone he pleased—smallfolk or lord. The rebellion wasn't some game, Doran. It was justice, plain and simple!"

"Killing my sister and her children was justice?"

"No, it wasn't." Robert agreed there. "Tywin killed them before I gave a damn order. If I hadn't nodded to his 'contribution,' he'd have burned King's Landing to the ground just to save his hide!"

Gods be damned! It's impossible to get through him. Robert drank some more wine in annoyance.

"At least the Targaryens tried to make amends with Dorne. And what have you done, Your Grace? Drink yourself blind? Bed every whore in sight? Squander gold? The Crown's drowning in debt, isn't it?" Doran dropped all pretenses of respect. "You want Dorne on your side? Then give me back what was stolen. Marry my daughter and father her children."

I knew it. Robert saw that coming from a kingdom away. No, I must control this rage.

"Her?" Robert glanced at buxom Arianne. She was closer to his age than Margaery, and in the ideal case, a perfect wife. But he knew far too much about her whoring to even consider her a candidate. She was no different from Cersei and would fuck a random man just to spite him if he ever angered her. "She's a maiden?"

Doran clenched his teeth. That was the reason why he despised his daughter's actions. Every respectable lord hopes to receive a maiden as his wife. Why would a King accept anything less? But there was no backing down this time.

"A widower demands a maiden? Arianne is no maiden, but she will be your obedient wife."

Robert chuckled and slammed the goblet on the table. He then rose to his feet, not very keen on talking anymore. Besides, he felt something annoying between his loins. He wasn't sure, but he was almost certain.

She put aphrodisiacs in the wine? But she's drinking the same thing.

"House Tyrell seems to think otherwise, Prince Doran. As I stand here, they have brought their precious rose, Margaery Tyrell, for me to wed, bed, and fill her belly with heirs." Robert almost chuckled at that part. He was the most eligible bachelor in the realm at the moment. Forget daughters, Lords would hand over their noble wives if he were to ask. Everyone desired free access to the King and the Red Keep. "I fear the wine didn't suit me. Good night."

Indeed, the wine had made his balls itch like they were going to explode.

Let's leave this damn place in the morning.

It was on nights like those that he longed for Catelyn. Dealing with aphrodisiac would have been a breeze if he had his prized wife beside him that night.

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If only Robert knew that Catelyn was also remembering his name at that moment. Deep in the North, close to Winterfell, in a massive tent filled with Robb, Arya, and a few lords of the North who had come for House Stark's aid.

In silence, she watched her son make his speech. In silence, she pondered over Robert's offer to marry him. To have the King's backing for the North—for House Stark.

"My lords, this treachery cannot stand. The Ironborn have taken refuge within Winterfell's walls, and that traitor, Theon Greyjoy, leads their wicked host. This isn't merely a battle; it is a matter of honor for the North! They have invaded our lands, and such audacity shall not go unpunished. Mark my words, none of them will return alive from this folly."

Catelyn felt pained hearing his words. Bran and Rickon were still in Winterfell. Instead of doing everything to protect his brothers, Robb was quick to raise his sword. That made her remember Robert's words about too much honor being counterintuitive.

"My lords, I ask this as Lord Stark! March with me in saving this land's honor! March with me in the name of the Old Gods!"

Catelyn wept at that. Her words had fallen on deaf ears. Robb was too keen on proving himself as the new Lord Stark. So much so that he failed to even think about the consequences of rushing into a battle.

This can't continue. I must send word to Robert. He will… He will surely help us… For Ned.

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Robert couldn't sleep that night. Hours passed, and sweat formed over his skin, drenching his clothes. He discarded everything that could cover his flesh and tried to sleep. But that bloody spear made of meat refused to stand down, constantly remaining erect and throbbing for attention.

What did they plan on accomplishing by spiking my wine?

Clack!

The door?!

A sudden sound caught his attention. Robert raised his head and looked down towards his feet beyond his cock, and noticed the doors to his chamber were being unlocked. He remembered locking them.

Fearing the worst, he made sure his warhammer was right beside his bed. After that, he closed his eyes and acted like he was asleep. What he wanted was any admission of a plot to kill him, or whatever the Martells were planning.

"Hehe~"

Giggles?

Clack!

Robert heard a feminine giggle, followed by the door locking again. Someone had entered his room, that much was clear.

Then, he heard soft footsteps, and finally, a weight pressed on at the lower edge of the bed. Something rustled on the sheets, as if knees dragging. The breath was also audible, a faint hum was everpresent.

Quickly, Robert shot open his eyes and gripped his warhammer handle beside his bed, prepared to smash it onto the head of the intruder. It could be an assassin, he reckoned.

"Ah! It's me, Your Grace!"

"Princess?" Robert frowned and relaxed his grip on the warhammer. Immediately, he took Robert's crass persona. He didn't want to impress her in any way. "What brings you to a man's chamber on such a night?"

"Heh." Arianne stared at Robert's cock as he rested on the bed completely naked. She licked her lips and shifted closer to the side of his waist while on her knees.

Then, softly, she landed one palm on his girth, holding it tight and still failing to circle her fingers around him. "Umm… I was wondering if Your Grace needed something."

Acting innocent? How far will you take it?

Robert scoffed and shamelessly squeezed her hand that already rested on his cock. Then, he made her stroke him slowly. "If it's not your wenching cunt you're offering, you can leave."

Arianne, instead of getting offended, bared her teeth in a mischievous smile. Willingly, she spread her knees wider, parting her white cloak that covered her olive legs. Her attire was too simple, just a white piece of cloak held together by a belt on her waist. The rest were countless gold bracelets, lockets, earrings, and hair decorations.

More and more, she parted her legs on the bed until the entire cloak was spread wide open, split from the front center. Both her fleshy soft thighs lay exposed, but more exposed was her noble cunt—perfectly decorated with a small patch of dark pubes, while her lubricated, brown flower bloomed.

"This cunt, Your Grace?" She chirped, giggling as if intoxicated.

Robert stared at her welcoming entrance in silence. It wasn't the prettiest, not at all like the appetizing core that Lynesse had. But in no way it wasn't enticing. Her brown pussy lips were spread open, and the clit was visible.

"Hah, daring!" Robert scoffed and slid his right hand between her legs. Without warning, he probed his middle finger into her soaking walls. He went in with ease, a sign of how used to she was in welcoming cocks in there. "And what do you intend to do with it?"

"Ummh~" Arianne moaned and roughly pulled open the rest of the gown from around her chest, letting the belt hold the rest in place. She released her jutting, utterly large breasts with a jolt. They sagged slightly, but their sheer size could make any man drool. The huge, dark nipples were made to be suckled. "I can sit on that fat royal cock of yo-oh-urs."

I do need a release.

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