Chapter 3 - Arya Stark (NTR, Domination, Humiliation, Mind-break)

Days after Lyonel took Catelyn for himself, his marriage to Arya Stark was announced. Even Lyonel doubted it would go over smoothly with the spitfire he's known for so long, but it seems her devotion to him was more absolute than even he knew, as she accepted without hesitation and by all accounts even seemed joyful.

Lyonel could wait no more to take her as his queen, and insisted they marry in Winterfell. The Starks were pleased, his queen mother was irked (though he fucked the annoyance out of her later that night), and the king seemed to have no problem with the idea.

They stood before the heart tree of Winterfell as they said their vows, the royal court and court of Winterfell watching, among them a proud Ned and happy Robb, Lyonel's beaming younger siblings whilst a glowering Joffrey stood beside them (he was forced to marry Sansa, who was just as displeased by the prospect as him). His mother looked on frowning, and he smirked at her, only for her to avert her eyes.

When their vows were spoken and he placed the Baratheon stag around her shoulders, Lyonel carried Arya to the great feast.

As they sat side by side at their table above all others, they spoke and joked to each other, and he could see Arya's happiness shining through her eyes. Lyonel would occasionally look about the feast. He met Sansa's eyes, and there were no words needed to describe how she looked. If only she knew how fucked she would be, in time.

He couldn't help his smile when he met Catelyn's eyes and she blushed in utter shame, looking down.

She returned to his bedchamber again one night, and he laid waiting for her on his bed, smiling as she stood before him.

"Back for more? I thought you did it for Ned. He's safe, you don't need to do this anymore." He "forgot" to mention he was never in any real danger.

The mention of Ned's name filled her with guilt, but the regret didn't seem enough to dissuade her from coming here. "I… I need you."

Lyonel sneered at her, "Filthy whore. Have you no shame, cheating on your husband like this?" His cock hardened all the same, of course. And deservingly slutshaming the Tully fish-slut only made him harder.

She closed her eyes, expression pained from the disgrace she brought upon herself, yet she stood tall nonetheless, her hands holding her untied clothes together from falling, for she came to him prepared. She needed him. "I do… But you're too great. I must have you, or I'll go mad."

He stood from his bed and walked over to her, finger stroking along her cheek, causing her to swoon against her will and rest her cheek on his palm, as she would do with Ned, "Eddard can't satisfy you?"

She blushed at having to admit it, "He's… very skilled… or he was, until I had you. Because now… when I finish-"

"When you cum," he corrected.

Catelyn swallowed, "When… I cum, I barely feel a thing. I can only cum thinking of you, your cock. Thinking of… riding you, of… of being fucked by you, behind Ned's back."

He was pleased by her willingness to speak in such a filthy manner, but he knew it was so he wouldn't make her say worse. So, he made her say worse, "What exactly are your fantasies? Give me details..."

She closed her eyes and moaned out in dismay, fidgeting where she stood, and Lyonel looked down to see it was because she was rubbing her thighs together from how wet she was. He looked at her face and admired the mature beauty, her high cheekbones and sharp jaw and chin, and her full lips she'd wrap around his cock, as she told him about her shameful and guilty pleasures. "I fantasize being on my back on top of mine and Ned's bed as you take me, and he's out fighting in a war. And on our bed I fantasize bouncing on your lap as he marches in the cold, and nursing on your cock and caring for it and tending to it as he's strategizing with his bannermen. I fantasize of conceiving our children while he's battling an enemy army. You're filling my womb as he's fighting for his life. I fantasize of you sleeping on his side of the bed at night and warming yourself by cuddling with me and kissing me and embracing me as Ned would while he's gone to freeze in a tent, and I imagine you taking over his side of the bed by taking me, his wife, and making me yours while he risks his life to defend the North." Her voice grew huskier with every word, and her lust and shame only grew. "I imagine you taking his place as lord of Winterfell while he longs to come home, only to find you sitting on his lord's seat with me riding you as my slutty ass jiggles and bounces up and down on your cock in front of everyone - Oh, by the seven! I need you!" she exclaimed in mad with lust and guilt.

This was expected, of course. Lyonel would oust Eddard and take his place in Cat's life. But knowing it would happen did nothing to take away from the satisfaction. He smiled wider and wider with every word, as the fantasies became his own and he felt the urge to take Catelyn grow stronger and stronger, "That's not all."

She nodded, "I also fantasize myself pregnant with your babes, and after birthing them, I'm sitting at your feet as you sit on Ned's seat and declare yourself lord of Winterfell in front of him, and I'm suckling your babes on my breasts all the while, flaunting our beautiful black-haired hungry children to him, and when you exile him, I smirk at him and do nothing as the guards take him away, and bite my lips and smile as our babes bite on my nipples and drink my milk in front of his eyes. Gods, it all gets me so wet..." She spoke it with equal measure of lust and shame.

Hearing her words had him wild with lust like never before. He would compensate Eddard, aye, more than enough, and he had ways, supernatural ways at that, of making sure he would accept wholeheartedly. But for now, he was content living out his fantasy of fucking his friend's wife behind his back and ruining their marriage. "Even then It's not enough with mere fantasies, is it?"

"...No."

He grabbed her by her hips, drawing a gasp from her full lips, and pulled her towards him, "So I fuck you better than Ned can."

Her face contorted in shame as she nodded, "Yes…You fuck me better than Ned."

"And if I demanded you leave him for me?"

"I… I would," said Catelyn, astonished at the revelation about herself, of her whorish lusts and willingness to leave a man who loves her for a man who degrades her like she deserves and become nothing more than a set of holes for him to cum inside. "I would leave Ned for you, Master."

"If I took his seat in the North, would you help him get it back?"

"No!" she exclaimed immediately, "I'd suck on your cock as you exile him!"

"What about your children? Bran and Rickon need you. Would you leave them knowing their mother left them just to live the rest of her life to be my bitch?"

"Yes..."

He chuckled at her, "And what of Arya? We're to be married tomorrow. Would you go behind her back and fuck the one she loves?"

"I would..."

"Well then. Why aren't you naked yet?" he asked, and she relieved herself of a long, husky sigh she didn't know she held in, before shrugging her robes off to pool around her feet, revealing her delightfully thick, curved MILF's body for him to peruse and ravage and amuse himself with. She flinched when he suddenly gripped her shoulders, staring into his eyes in surprise and anticipation. She gave a gasp of awe when he smiled at her, completely taken by him, and allowed herself to be dragged to his bed.

His room was filled that night with the sound of flesh smacking together and muffled screams and moans from Catelyn as she shoved her face down into Lyonel's bedding and he fucked her from behind relentlessly, ass jiggling.

"Pinch your nipples," he whispered into her ear, "Imagine it's our black haired children suckling on your huge tits as I fuck you. Imagine Ned's in his war tent, thinking of how much he misses you and loves you, clueless that I'm breeding you on his bed."

She cried out in pleasure as her mind showed her such an image, before she stood on her knees, back arched as she dug the nails of her thumbs and index fingers into her nipples, moaning out while she shoved her ass back to meet his thrusts.

She cried out his name when he came inside her, and when they fell limp on the bed and he laid on top of her back, prone, he asked her, "Did you think of Eddard as I fucked you?"

"W-who?"

Of all the things she could have stammered deliriously to leave him satisfied like never before at the conquest of a woman, she said the best thing she could to leave him laughing satisfied and resting his muscular body on top of her, content.

He fell asleep that night on top of Catelyn's sweaty body, and dreamed of the ways he would cuck Arya, and when he woke up he fucked Cat silly again before kissing her lovingly and embracing her, taking Ned's place in more and more than just her fantasies.

Gods, that was a fun night, Lyonel thought.

This night, however, Arya would become his wife, but he wouldn't become hers in the same way she would become his. She would be his queen, aye, the one he would truly love and cherish above all others, but after he fucks her, she will remain his and he will take whomever he wanted, and he would make her watch.

He grinned when the bedding ceremony began, and they were taken to crowds of their opposite sex. Arya was pulled into a crowd of men and they tore her clothes off her nubile, voluptuous young body to reveal it chiseled like a warrior-woman, yet retaining the feminine beauty and curves, and sharp facial features of her aunt Lyanna. She possessed along with her firm, perky breasts a fat bubble-ass, thick hips, and full legs, all but her bosom more impressive than her rapecow mother's. What few of the crowd of men that surrounded her who dares pinch or cup her ass and tits were given broken fingers and black-eyes, and no one else made the same mistake with the wolf that was Arya Stark grown.

Where Arya was undressed with eagerness and lust, however, Lyonel was undressed in worship, as eyes of maids, maidens, and noblemen's wives all surrounded his body to stare in awe of his perfect, godly body. No Stark or Baratheon participated in either's undressing as it would've been inappropriate for the parties' families to partake in this. But there were more than enough women for Lyonel to enjoy. He let his tunic and trouser and undergarment shed as their hands pulled at them, and grinned fiercely at their lustful eyes unable to look away. Shielded from the eyes of his family and Arya's, and knowing these women's bodies were his already with but a mere gaze upon his body, he grabbed the beautiful wife of Gregor Forrester, Elissa, by her hair and shoved her head down on his cock to choke and spit-slick it.

She gagged several times, but the hollers and jokes from both crowds silenced it to anyone but the women that stood in a crowd about him, and they wouldn't speak a word as he well knew, and when finally her face was covered in spit and his cock was fully wet, he tossed her off his cock to land on her ass like she was a piece of meat, and the others admired his fully hardened shaft shining. After he was carried to the bedroom by them, their hands stroking his chest and arms and abs, and a few daring ones stroking his cock without care that they would have to explain to their noble husbands the spit on their hands, Lyonel arrived before a naked Arya, who once fiercely stood before the eyes of the crowd of men now blushed like a maiden before him.

The others closed the doors and left them to themselves.

Arya looked at the ground first, but as he stood admiring her gorgeous, amazonian body, her eyes finally looked over his, and she began to drip like a tankard filled to the brim, her body growing hot and her cheeks reddening.

When she saw his massive cock finally, her jaw slacked at its size, and couldn't help but be worried. "Why is it so… hard, and wet?" she asked naively, oblivious to what her new husband did behind her back.

He gave no answer, instead startling her by grabbing her by the waist and shoving their bodies together to mould to each others figures, her tits flattening against him and his lips capturing hers in a show of dominance. Her tongue struggled, yes, to show him that a wolf wouldn't bend over easily, but it was all for naught as he proved overwhelming for someone so inexperienced, and she grew compliant like all wolf bitches do before the alpha wolf. But he was more than a wolf, and she would to more than be bent over. She would be tamed.

He pulled away and stared into her eyes, and she did the same. "I love you," she said, eyes full of worship.

He smiled at her, and her heart leapt, "And I love you, Arya."

He kissed her again as she cried out happily into his mouth, not letting her go from his body or ceasing rubbing his cock on her abs as he walked her over to the bed and laid her down on it. He pulled back with her saliva in his mouth and his in hers, and he smiled down at her before suddenly turning her over, to Arya's surprise.

"What are you doing?"

She gasped when his hands gripped her fat mounds of assflesh and squeezed them, drawing whimpering moans from her throat into his mouth as he leaned over her and she looked up to accept his lips from above. Her ass was even softer than her mother's, and so much more fun to play with, so he mauled it mercilessly and roughly, and Arya's hands tapped lightly against the bed to signal her pain, but he gave it no thought.

This bitch would be his, and she would learn to become his toy, no matter her own loss.

When she dared pull away from the kiss, looking into his eyes pleading and asked him to be gentle, he realized just how much she truly loved him, for had it been anyone else she'd have taken their head off, but with him she actually asked.

"Be gentle, Lyonel. It's hurti- AH!"

His hand smacked down on her ass hard to leave a red handprint on the plump stack of round flesh, making her jump and push herself against him even further. She blushed even as she looked at him with wide eyes and open mouthed shock when he rubbed his cock between the valley of her twin globes of flesh. "What are you, Arya?" he asked.

She stared up at him with confused, adorable eyes that almost made him rape her right then and there, "W-what?- AH!"

He smacked her again. "What are you?"

"Y-your queen," she answered, before flinching on the bed as another Smack! landed on her ass, "Gods, Lyonel!"

"Wrong. What are you?"

"I don't know!"

She yelped again and again as he assaulted and abused her ass with constant slaps and mauling, asking her what she was while she failed to answer and flinched, bouncing on the bed, leading to him violating her poor, sensitive bottom even more.

"Stop!" she begged, "You're hurting me!" not noticing her own wetness soaking the sheets.

"What are you?" he asked again.

"I don't know!" she said, staring up at him with pleading eyes as he loomed over her, "Please, tell me! Tell me what I am!"

"My bitch," he smiled, and she gasped with wide eyes, shocked at seeing this side of him. It stunned her, and deep down it aroused her, dominated her, the sight of this creature so fearlessly and mightily abuse her like she was nothing, and it began to tame the wolf within her. "I'm going to bend you over and fuck you. In the bedroom, you're not a queen. You're a whore. A bitch. And you're going to be treated like one."

"Lyonel, what is this?" she asked, confused and fearful.

He didn't appreciate the latter; this was nothing to fear, but to rejoice over and submit to, so he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "This is your life. You will ride and fight and rule as my queen, but when you're alone with me, all you will ride is my cock, all you will fight is to wrap your legs around my waist and struggle to cram my cockmeat into your young womb as I fill it with my children, and all you will rule is nothing. In the bedroom, you are my brood-bitch."

Her brows furrowed, for she was confused by all of this. Being molested and dominated so daringly unlike the ones that tore her clothes off was new. They were cowards, hiding in the shadows and crowds for fear of her retribution, but Lyonel, the man she loved since she was a child, proved a completely different person. He was not frightening; her fear came from the suddenness and confusion of this new development. No, he was commanding, daring, strong, and she was falling even more in love with him for it, though she didn't realize this. Instead she was confused at how careless he seemed, how fearless and domineering.

She never felt hornier, or more submissive and powerless.

"Please," she begged, and she was shocked by how she didn't dare or want to go against him, "Stop, or be gentle at least! I want to feel good! I want to make love, Lyonel!"

He paused then, the beastly Lyonel calmed from his lusts, and stared into her beautiful pleading eyes, and while he couldn't deny the love he felt for her, he would not deny his own pleasure. So he smashed his lips into hers and kept his hands clamped on her bubbly assflesh to squeeze and maul and abuse it as it bulged between his fingers and reddened, and parted the milky globes to line his cock with her sopping cunt.

She screamed when he emptied into her ruthlessly, and the sound of his hips smacking against her bubble butt soon began to fill the room, and he pressed himself down on her back and covered her body with his own, prone boning her cock-drunk and forcing gasps from her, and moulding her pleasure-ridden and warm young body to the feeling of his stature and size and girth alone, configuring her brain and body to an addiction of his precum and sweat.

The only reason he started so savagely with a rough raping was only because he knew her love and lust would win over the pain and she would feel only joy and pleasure in time, coming to love it when he decided to tear her clothes off and force her hands above her head to settle between her thighs and pack his girthy cock into her cunt and rape her silly as he speared through her walls and filled her baby-ditch, just as she would come to thank him for ignoring her begging for him to stop after he took his rights as the pinnacle of the human male and her god-husband..

But that part had yet to come, and tears ran down her face from the pain, hoping it would end soon, even though she would endure this for the man she loved. She even submitted with whimper into his mouth whilst letting her tongue get punched around and abused by his and swallowed what spit he blessed her bitch mouth with, feeling it vividly glide down her throat, gagging and choking on both tongue and thick frothing saliva, and causing her to jerk forward with *chocking* sounds and Hurks! as she felt him thrust into her virginal cunt with his cockmeat at the same time.

She let out a horribly desperate gasp for breath when he finally pulled back, having tonguefucked her mouth and throat silly and filled her stomach with his addictive saliva, driving Arya breathless almost to the point of passing out, but her gasps turned to yelps of pain and pleasure when he raised his hand to slap it down on her asscheeks again.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

His rapid slaps reddened her cheeks into crimson the shapes of hands, sending wave after wave of jiggling pale assflesh, and Lyonel felt the beast intensify at the lewd sight of her milky fat mounds bouncing against the strikes of his hands and sending waves across the plump porcelain stacks of flesh.

Arya moaned frantically, happily, and dumbly, when she felt his hands dig into her short hair and pull at her roots, and she began panting as he forced her head up, his other hand lifting her by her hip to her hands and knees, and demanded, "Bark for me!"

Her heart raced, and she hoped she heard wrong, "W-what?!"

"Bark for me. Go on, don't be shy, Puppyslut."

Arya's panting grew uncontrollable, nervous, uncertain, as she was given this command. However, all it took was a single slap to her ass, clamping her tight virgin cunt down on his shaft, both milking him harder, and scraping her walls and nerves against his cock just as his slaps sent signals of pain from her ass, and reminding her of his thick spit sliding down her throat and feeding her, and Lyonel's tongue beating hers, and finally her sanity slipped away after the barrage of pleasure and abuse. Her mind no longer recognized itself as Arya Stark, but as Lyonel's Bitch, her brain and body fully reconfigured to him, and having been fucked silly, she began barking out high-pitched in the sexiest and most fitting way she could.

Like a puppy.

"Arf-arf!"

He laughed and his heart raced, the adorable sound coming from the gorgeous nubile eighteen year old exciting him madly, "That's it, wolf-bitch. That's it, Puppyslut. Bark for me. Bark as you take my cock."

Her dumb cunt brain understood nothing of what her venerable husband and owner, bar the words 'bitch', 'bark', and 'Puppyslut'. "Arf-arf-arf! Arf-arf-arf!"

Even as Arya was once embarrassed and humiliated, she was far too fucked out of her mind and, coupled with a subconscious desire to be dominated that always lurked in her mind, drove home the rape of her body and self-worth alike as her cunt's walls were sawed at and thrust against and her womb was speared and gored with his bitchbreaker. She, Arya Stark, a young, buxom and amazonian woman grown, had trained so relentlessly and beaten so many challengers that dared question her skill or mettle simply by merit of her being a girl, and had fought against the societal stigma of being a warrior woman in Westeros and fighting against all odds, only to be willingly married off to a superior alpha, whom she underestimated and had now bent her over like a bitch and raped her will away and made her his puppyslut. And for all of her hard work to be for nothing, for it all to end in her being fucked into a woman, drove Arya, now fucked into Lyonel's Bitch, to such heights of pleasure and humiliation it made her insane with pleasure.

So she continued, tongue hanging out and wagging as she panted, "Arf-arf! Arf-arf! Arf-arf! Arf-arf-arf-arf!"

This slutty act created a subconscious bond between an apex alpha and a bitch in heat, the former having realized his superiority of mind, will, and strength, and his right to take this worthy mate and rape her cunt full of his children and drive her to become his cock-slut, whilst the latter was still adjusting to this new way of life she would grow to cherish above everything and everyone else bar the person that fucked into her this said way of life.

Even as she gushed her juices and took his cock in her cunt, she had difficulty understanding what was happening to her as much as she enjoyed it, due to her idiotic and unnecessary shame that was native in her upbringing and brought on by her dumb fish-whore mother, now as much a cock-lusting harlot as Ros from the brothel, planting foolish ideas in her head. Ideas such as that it wasn't her duty to ride her godly lover, who so benevolently married her to honor the unworthy rapedoll that she was, until he stuffed her womb ten times over with his pearly, steaming cum and molded her cunt to the impeccable and impressive shape of his cock, or that it wasn't her destiny to be submit to this strong apex predator should he decide to rape her, even would he have been a stranger and thrown her to the ground public and raped her for all to see to his own amusement or for the sake of breeding her and make her bear his rape-babies, rape-babies she would cum and scream out in a mind-rotting, cock-induced bliss to as they were pumped into her womb. Or the idea that it wasn't her life's obligation to thank this virile and herculean beast for fucking her and showing her true joy and purpose of a woman who dared pretend she was a warrior above other men, and for allowing her to become his top breeding bitch above all his others.

Her brainless bitch mother had mistakenly taught her that she wasn't to continue popping out his children and sucking his cock until he fed her his pearly ball-spunk, as gratitude for going on this marauding quest of breeding the women of Westeros, of giving them a purpose in raising his children and nourishing them on their tits, and raping any delusions of grandeur they had out of them, only allowing them to continue following these delusions by his mercy, just as he would allow this top breeder known as Arya by others to continue becoming a warrior queen.

And she had to learn it was by his mercy that she could become one. It was because of this that her dumb bitch brain froze in disbelief and pleasure as his cock kindly, mercifully, taught her her place beneath him, both figuratively and literally.

His kind teachings was made manifest currently in the form of her mind-breaking orgasm, turning her barks frantic and loud and making her whimper and whine like a puppyslut for his cock-milk as her body convulsed and quaked on his cock. He slapped her ass and Arya forced herself out of her whorish reverie to focus on ignoring the idiotic lessons of her hypocritic strumpet mother and pleasing her one true love by milking the cum from his cock, and by barking again as his puppyslut, "Arf-arf! Arf-arf-arf!"

She loved him, but she would grow to love him even more as she was allowed to follow her dreams of becoming a warrior and woman-knight by his grace, and she would love him even further as he fed her his massive bitch-breaker in her only-recently fucked cunt, but she would not be allowed to grow arrogant as he would not only rape his cock into her, but also an understanding. It was by his grace alone that she was allowed to become whatever she so desired; this understanding would install a subservience in her mind at her fiercest, and even should she stand bloodied in a battlefield with a million men lying slain around her feet, seeing him would trigger her well-trained bitch mind and warm her body into a submissive state so as not to foolishly offend this superior and merciful beast that granted her such pleasure and kindness, and she would immediately become the loving wife and queen at his side, discarding her weapons and armor to kneel and nurse on his cock.

However, at her most submissive, not as the wolf bitch, the puppyslut of Lyonel, but as Arya Stark who loves him with all her heart, she will never look at another man with such devotion as she does him, even should he embrace and touch and interact with other women in such inappropriate ways not a friend or acquaintance would, or if he would kiss other women carelessly around him, uncaring of her humiliated and wounded feelings, perhaps even relishing in it, which he would soon enough, she would still love him. She will love him to the point where even when he humiliated her she would only profess her feelings for him and beg for him to show kindness and fuck her.

But this process was a drastic change for a dumb creature like her, and would be made far easier with a step-by-step process. So he finally leaned in whilst not once having stopped his slapping of her ass throughout his teaching, her milky assflesh now having turned a deep crimson in the form of several handmarks, and whispered into her ear as she continued but silenced her barking slightly and kept her tongue hanging at her beautiful lips that were almost as full as her mother's like a puppy, knowing she had to listen to his undoubtedly imperative word, "Gods, you're a beautiful creature, Arya. A good little Puppyslut."

She barked in joyous and lustful response, his cock pounding into her, as she willingly degrading herself for his pleasure despite her human thoughts, if one could still call them human despite her willingness to debase herself into an animal, "Arf-arf! Arf-AH!" she turned from adorable barking to a just as adorable scream of pleasure as another orgasm ripped through the nerves of her body.

By the gods, how could she have once thought love stories stupid? This is how the maiden's repaid their brave knight's for rescuing them, by spreading their legs and taking their children in their wombs. This is what making love to her first crush, her first genuine love was like? If only her mother and stupid sister could have told her! Dumb whores! Gods, if felt good to be raped into becoming Lyonel's Puppyslut!

Then she reminded herself she was lucky to have fallen in love with Lyonel - nay, she was lucky to have been chosen by Lyonel! Falling in love with him would be inevitable for any woman, and so would submitting to him as she had, but only one could be chosen as his wife, and she was the one.

Lyonel waited for her to recover, and resumed his whispering, "Do you know what you're life's going to be like after this, Puppyslut?"

She stopped her barking and nodded, tugging at her own hair as he still gripped it, "Arf-arf! Amazing! Gods, I love this! I love you! I love being your Puppyslut, Lyonel! Arf-arf-arf!"

He chuckled, "I know," before kissing her cheek, and she swooned. "But that's not all. I'm not only going to fuck you."

Her heart raced. "Arf!? W-what!? Why not!? I'm your queen, your puppyslut - Arf-arf! - Oh!" she moaned out from his cock and slaps.

"You are. But surely you must have realized my lust is great, no?"

She nodded frantically, and cringed at the pain in her hair, "Y-yes! You're amazing, magnificent! I want you for myself!" She wagged her tongue absentmindedly and flinched as her asscheeks jiggled form his hand's impact. "Arf-arf!"

"But you're not enough, not alone. This marriage is a kindness I've given you."

"I know," she panted. "I love you so much for it!" Arya barked again.

"And I love you," he said, voice as strong and confident as always, "It is why I married you."

She felt herself swoon again, unable to turn her head and look at him but hearing his words anyways. When she spoke, her voice quivered, "Thank you! Thank you for marrying me and raping your Puppyslut!"

"Of course," he laughed. "You can repay me for it."

"A-anything! I-I'll do anything! Arf-arf!"

He groaned at her cunt constantly clamping down on him with every slap, milking him, "Then I will fuck other women. Our marriage will become a lesson, to teach you your place at my side as queen. This is also another lesson, to teach you the pleasures of being my bitch. And being my bitch, my Puppyslut, is your place alone! It's an honor I've granted you, but it's not enough for me. I have breeders, whores to carry my bastards and raise them. I'm going to take even more, for it is the way of the world."

His truthful words proved confusing to this puppyslut, whose brain has been fucked and womb-raped and ass-slapped silly, her baby-ditch battered and bruised, and so it is understandable that she feels this way, "Arf? W-what? I - oh, gods! You're so big, so good! I-I don't understand! Arf-arf!"

He laughed at her, "This pleasure you're feeling, and knowing your place is beneath me, does it not make you feel complete?"

She took pause, and there was no sound but the constant rapid slapping of his hand against her asscheek, his hips smacking against her jiggling derriere, and her panting, and she thought about his words, and realized that he was right. "I-it does! It completes me!"

"More people deserve it. Even if they don't know it. So I'll take breeders. I'll cuckold other men and fuck their wives and mothers and daughters and sisters behind their back. I'll keep them around and fuck them pregnant as soon as they're able so that my children will give this joy to other women they decide to take as a wife. And if I have to rape this joy into some unwilling, proud, and foolish women who think themselves anything more than an opportunity for passing soldiers to gangrape or as an inevitable breeder for strong beasts such as I, so be it. I want my blood to rule the world, not lesser men. It will be my sons who breed and rule and take over the world. My blood will give them superiority. But you understand this already, and you also understand there's nothing better than bouncing on my cock."

She nodded desperately, "Y-yes! It's true! I understand! But I still don't want you to," she said, with a voice that was a mixture of begging and lust. "I want you for myself! I love you! Arf-arf-arf!"

"And I will always love you. But I'll make you forget this as I fuck other women in front of you and force you to watch. I'll wait until you regain your sanity and become the pretentious Arya Stark who thought she could be a warrior, and then I'll humiliate you, as a lesson. It is for your own sake, because I love you. I've tamed you, Arya Stark, and you love it. You love taking my cock and barking for me like the bitch you are. But your wolf blood has taken to my cock so well because it feels good. And I can't tame your wolf fully with pleasure alone. You have to learn to love me even when I degrade you and treat you cruelly like dirt. For your own sake. And you want to be tamed, because it feels good. As my queen and love, you have been tamed, and as a reward you'll be allowed to become a warrior as you've always wished, even when you don't deserve it. As my Puppyslut, you want to be tamed. You want to be tamed by me, by my cock. You want to submit, you want me to violate and dominate the wolf within you."

"I do want to be tamed!" she realized. "Arf-Arf! I want to submit!"

"I know," he said, grinning as she screamed out in yet another orgasm, and he felt himself reach his own climax. "So this will become your life, once I have finished training you as my cuckquean and tamed the wolf fully."

Despite at how she should have felt her heart drop or break, she could only feel a sense of deep loyalty and submission to him, and despite her fear of the humiliations to come, a want to please him and repay him won over it, and so, even knowing the shame and disgrace and humiliation that awaited her, she could only accept, "Okay! Okay! I'll do as you say! For you, Lyonel! Arf-arf-arf!"

He grinned, "Good," and hastened his fucking, and Arya's moans and whimpers and barks loudened, jerking every time he tugged at her short brown hair. His rapid slaps came down on her asscheek even quicker and harder, and his cock hilted inside her, plunged into her deeper with every thrust, and he commanded her, "Now, bark, Puppyslut."

Suddenly, her mind snapped again, and she became his bitch again, "Arf-arf-arf!"

He speared through the walls of her baby-ditch with every thrust of his hips forward into her, causing wet squelching sounds inside her cunt and womb, and his grunts grew more bestial as he pulled his hips further back and his thrusts became quicker, rougher. Arya's barking grew more rapid, desperate, as her womb was continuously raped by his cock parting her sopping folds and plunging his beastly rape-spear into her cunt and womb, her wagging tongue limping against her lips in blinding pleasure as her mind became blank.

"I'm going to cum, my Puppyslut! Beg for my cum!"

And she did, begging as Lyonel's puppyslut as he plunged into her womb, "Arf-arf-arf! Give me your cum! Fill me up! Arf-arf- AHHHH!"

She screamed, squirting out jets of her cum and soaking the bed through as Lyonel let out a bestial roar, his balls twitching powerfully against her quivering clit and his cock spasming in the confines of her undulating cunt and receiving rape-womb, filling it to the brim as his hips jerked and bumped his fat cockhead against the top of her walls, pouring his pearly cum into her for an entire minute. Arya whimpered softly with every rope of pearly, waterless cocksludge spewing from his cockhole, his orgasm sounding like a rush of liquid, and the guests at the feast, men and women alike, cheered at the sound of both Lyonel and Arya roaring and screaming out in pleasure respectively.

Her soft whimpers died down when her womb was gorged full on his baby-batter, and he rested his hips and pelvis against her cushioning fat ass with his cock still inside her, blocking all cum but the ones forced out from so little room, and letting it stew and boil and churn in her womb, lying down on top of her as he did to her mother a day ago, though this time his loving kisses to her cheeks and lips were genuine, as was his embrace, and wish for children with her.

The wish was but a loving sentiment, and it was guaranteed she would be raped pregnant if he wished it. But the next day, he would have her take the moon tea, for only when he sits upon his throne and breeds her on her knees on his king's bed will he accept a prince or princess from her. And only when he's cucked her until her wolf is as much his rapedoll as she is will he pump a baby in her.

"I love you..." she mumbled softly with her tongue hanging out as her well-fucked brain had yet to fix itself, and she barked out softly, "Arf… arf… arf..." and slipped from consciousness.

"I love you too, Puppyslut."

Lyonel waited for five minutes, enjoying her soft ass and legs cushioning him as he laid on top of her, before finally sitting up and pulling out of her cunt with a wet splorch! His cum rushed out of her womb where it had boiled and stewed, and rushed out on the bedding to swarm and stain it, viscous and thick and pearly, and the room was soon filled with the steam emanating off of it.

He laid down on their marriage bed and pulled her up to himself, falling asleep naked with her in his arms.