Chapter 08

Chapter 8: Lyanna Stark + Lyarra Stark

As Robert laid asleep in bed with the Ros in his arms that night, he dreamed of another night of passion that he had experienced in Winterfell years ago.

After the entire mess with House Ryswell had been sorted out properly, Lord Rickard had thrown a feast the following night to celebrate not one or two but three betrothals.

It was officially announced that Lord Brandon Stark had betrothed to Lady Catelyn Tully, Lord William Dustin was betrothed to Lady Barbrey Ryswell and most importantly, Lady Lyanna Stark was betrothed to Lord Robert Baratheon.

Robert's happiness could not be measured and it was clear for all to see. Though his beloved Lyanna played it calm, not letting anyone see her joy. His She-Wolf did not want to be perceived as some besotted maiden in love.

As per his promise to Lyanna, Robert had informed Lyanna about his tryst with Lady Barbrey. Instead of being angry, Lyanna just let out a chuckle and said," Guess, Bran was telling the truth when he said that she was a strumpet. Tell me truthfully, was she better than me?"

"Well, if I am to be honest, she was quite skilled but nothing compared to you, my love," Robert answered. He knew that upon hearing him praise Barbrey's bedroom skills, Lyanna would be driven to outdo her.

And he was right, as during the feast Lyanna slipped him a note, promising to come to his chambers for their own personal celebration. And Robert could hardly wait to be between her legs again. Usually, with most of his conquests, Robert grew bored and tired of them after a brief amount of time but Lyanna Stark was something else. No matter how many times he had her, he kept craving more.

So, once the celebration ended, Robert returned to his chambers eagerly awaiting his late-night visitor. The hour was late and most of the castle had turned in for the night and Robert thought that Lyanna should be arriving soon as he stared at the dark northern sky from his window.

And just as he finished his thought, he heard his chamber door open and close behind him. He turned around to be greeted by the sight of the woman of his dreams.

"Now, let's see if I can make you forget all about that Ryswell harlot" Lyanna said.

Robert smiled and kissed Lyanna with blazing fury and she returned the kiss, just as eagerly. Their lips moved together in a hot fury.

Robert put his hand on Lyanna's lower back and eased down to cup her ass underneath her skirt.

With a swift motion of her hands, Lyanna discarded Robert's tunic and assaulted his bare chest with numerous hot and heavy kisses, each with more aggressive than the last. She sucked the side of his neck and made Robert just shift underneath her.

"That feels nice," Lyanna breathed. "Maybe we should invite your little friend out to play."

Lyanna teased Robert with a soft squeeze through his breeches, pleasuring his bulge the best that she could. After she was satisfied with her teasing, Lyanna undid his breeches and slipped Robert's manhood out.

No matter how many times she saw it, it never ceased to amaze. Any encounter with Robert would be counted as a waste, without her having it in her mouth.

The dark-haired beauty sank to her knees and prepared to worship her lover, sticking his stiff throbbing cock down her throat and sucking it, extremely hard. Lyanna clutched his thick throbbing balls and began to pleasure them. She weighed them in her hand and smiled when feeling just how much seed was in them.

Robert lazily put his hands on the back of Lyanna's head to encourage her and he enjoyed, very immensely, the warm pleasures of Lyanna's perfect mouth. She slurped him, making the intense feeling within Robert's loins burst through his body. He held back his seed, just making the load grow in his balls.

"Work for it, my She-Wolf," Robert growled in her ear.

Lyanna doubled down on her efforts, making sounds that would make the most seasoned whores blush in fury. She knew precisely what she was doing and all of the ways to make Robert just groan underneath her perfectly warm mouth. Lyanna pressed her lips underneath his mighty spear, hungering for him. Her wide eyes locked onto him, a hand stroking his balls and making her groan underneath the attack.

"Oooh yes," Robert growled in her ear. "Give it to me… give it to me."

Lyanna gave it to him alright, her hunger only increased by every single motion. She moved her tongue around him like a vigorously, sucking him extremely hard. She kissed the thick juicy head and made it twitch in her mouth.

The need in Lyanna's eyes to prove that she was better than Barbrey made her as sexy as hell. Robert pushed his hands against the back of her head, repeatedly rocking into her mouth. His balls, cradled in Lyanna's hand, added to the heat of the moment. She stroked him, hungering while encasing his throbbing hard cock in her mouth.

Lyanna worked him back and forth, humming in thinly disguised delight. She wanted to taste every last drop of him.

"Lyanna!" Robert groaned as she milked his balls and knew her reward was going to be received pretty soon.

Robert grabbed the back of her head and face-fucked her.

Robert pressed the fingers against the back of Lyanna's head and sped up the burying inside of her mouth. His balls slapped deep against her chin, leaving some intense marks against her. Robert gripped the back of her hair, sinking himself directly down her throat.

Then, his balls finally tightened and fires an immense amount of seed down Lyanna's willing throat. She drank from his balls as if it was the nectar of the gods, pumping him. Lyanna sealed him up and then released him, sucking him extremely hard.

She got really wet with sucking him off. Lyanna rose up to her feet after finishing him off, and smiled. She looked Robert dead on in the eye and leaned closer towards him, her hand cupped against his recovering manhood. His erection did not stay down for long, which was one of the best attributes in Lyanna's opinion and one that she enjoyed immensely.

"I'm ready to be taken by you, my Stormlord," Lyanna breathed lustfully in her ear. "Show me your fury."

Robert rose up and spun Lyanna around, bending her over the table of his chambers. Her cute ass stood firmly, wrapped in her small clothes. Lyanna spread her legs tighter and Robert smiled at the visual of the material just oozing with her pussy juices against Lyanna's flesh, threatening to drive inside of her. Robert pressed a finger against Lyanna's nether lips and rubbed her, making her horny as hell.

"Oooh, fuck," Lyanna breathed. "You're such a tease sometimes."

"I know I am," Robert said. "Because I know how much you enjoy it."

Off came Lyanna's small clothes and then Robert's wet cock pushed up against her entrance. Lyanna spread her legs far while pressing her hands down onto the table. She peered over her shoulder, biting down on her lip, her eyes daring him to fuck ker. Robert obliged Lyanna by sinking his cock into her wet pussy, allowing her to clamp down onto him.

"SOOO BIG!" Lyanna screamed.

No matter how many times she underwent this experience, it seemed that her cunt was still not used to her betrothed's massive member. But she was certain that with enough practice, she would adjust to it eventually. Robert filled her at any rate, slapping her ass while pushing deeper inside of her.

He grunted, the tightness of his hot young lover clamping down onto him. Robert grabbed her ass, squeezing it hard and then slapping down on it. He made Lyanna breath heavily, the more he touched her.

"You're going to lose it in a minute," Robert said. "Let's slow down… really appreciate it… you're really happy with our betrothal… happy for me to be inside of you again, aren't you?"

"YES, YES, YES!" Lyanna cried.

Every 'Yes' was rewarded with a huge thrust that rocked the inside of her body and inflamed her loins with so much desire that it was almost obscene. Lyanna clutched onto the table, moaning hotly the faster that Robert drove into her. His muscular body rippled against her back, and Lyanna closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of her walls closing together.

She came, hard, as predicted. She could not resist Robert for a single second. He knew all of the ways to trigger pleasure deep into her mind. Robert pleasured her down to the core, each thrust

Causing her sensual body to be lost to him. Robert leaned into Lyanna, pressing up against her and thrusting far into her. Lyanna squeezed him, moaning intensely the more that he drove into her.

"Go ahead, and lose it for me again," Robert said. "You know you want to."

Lyanna lost it all over him. The slickness of her pumping walls resulted in Robert burying himself inside of her, quicker, faster, harder, fiercer. He slammed into her body, rocking her, and pushing her into the table. He rode out one more of Lyanna's climaxes before, pulling out of her.

Robert spun her around, unbuttoning her blouse and removing her shift. It took Lyanna a second to realize he was out of her, but that did not matter. A swift pull placed Lyanna firmly on Robert's lap, grinding his thick cock against her thigh and bringing waves of pleasure.

Lyanna's perky tits squeezed underneath Robert's palms. Every touch resulted in the horny maiden rubbing herself up against him, in an honest attempt to get his cock back inside her body.

Lyanna bit down on her lip, sexily pressing up against him. Her entire body rushed to the peak, with Robert clutching her breast and releasing it. Lyanna eyed him, hungrily, knowing precisely what she wanted Robert to give her. Robert was pushing all of her buttons, which was more than sufficient to get Lyanna's juices flowing all over him.

And now, she sank back onto him, their loins meeting together in the oldest decMeeration of pleasure. Robert put his hand on Lyanna's thigh and rubbed it, sending her into fits of pleasure. She sank up and dropped down onto him, Lyanna squeezing down onto him with each pump.

"Stay with me," Robert told her while he kneaded her ass, Lyanna knew she would do just that.

The tightness of her made her was something that Robert could enjoy all day long. He kissed Lyanna's neck and then moved down. Her nipples stood at full erection. Robert took the right nipple in his mouth and took one of his hands off of her ass.

"I like it when you play with my tits," Lyanna breathed.

Robert knew full well exactly how much she enjoyed this and he wanted to indulge his intended to the best that he could. His big balls slapped hard against her wet opening. Lyanna closed down onto him, the pleasure of her orgasm obvious.

This one was more intense than all of the others stacked together. Robert buried himself faster into Lyanna, sending her flying into a state of pleasure.

Robert looked up from the breast that he was sucking to enjoy the look of lust burning through Lyanna's eyes. He knew exactly how to get them swimming with so much lust.

"You're a gift," Lyanna breathed. "Oooh, you're a gift to all women."

Lyanna was certain that the Gods had fashioned Robert Baratheon to bestow unimaginable pleasures and passions upon the women of the land. Her body lit ablaze, with intense, vigorous pleasure. Robert kept rising back and forth, smashing into her body. His heavy balls cracked against her.

"Go ahead, Lyanna, cum for me again," Robert told her.

She could not do anything more than obey his command. Her walls stuck against him, firmly grasping his manhood and releasing it.

Lyanna planted herself down onto him, riding him all the way. He rewarded her with more touches, making her body scream in lust.

"Cum for me," Robert ordered her again.

The second orgasm on top of the first was more intense. Robert pushed into her, thrusting up and down to the point where Lyanna thought that she was about ready to break. She dug her nails into his shoulder and breathed in his ear.

Lyanna's entire body channeled the pleasure that Robert was giving her. He could touch her anywhere, even the most innocent places, and it would set her off.

The warmth of his lover pressed down onto him as Robert tried to think of how much more time he would want to spend, buried deep inside of Lyanna. He wanted to enjoy every single last minute of her, her wet muscles closing down and releasing him.

"Are you getting close, my love?" Lyanna purred in his ear.

Robert pressed firmly on her ass and slapped it to bring Lyanna back into it.

"In due time," Robert said.

"I don't have too much time," Lyanna warned him. "You have just enough, trust me," Robert said.

Lyanna tightened her legs around him and Robert played with them, which brought her to a screaming fit. Robert just loved how vocal his women could get, when he pleasured them. He got a sense of satisfaction from knowing that he could make them feel so good. He wrapped his hand around Lyanna's ass, sinking her down.

She made him feel pretty damn good as well, those tight muscles gripping down onto him hard. Robert groaned, the rush of his loins threatening to coat the insides of Lyanna with so much of his seed. Robert squeezed her, making her eyes shift into the back of her head. Lyanna nibbled on Robert's neck, hotter than ever before.

"YES!" Lyanna screamed in his ear. "GIVE ME MORE! GIVE ME THAT BIG THROBBING COCK! I CAN'T HAVE ENOUGH! I WON'T HAVE ENOUGH!"

Lyanna slapped the full force of her warm thighs down onto him, while pumping around Robert. She knew that they were both getting close. Robert knew that the end was going to be here sooner rather than later. Lyanna pressed up against him, tightening her legs around him.

"My turn," Robert told her with a soft bite on her neck.

Lyanna closed her eyes and her legs down onto him. Everything paled in comparison to the climax which Lyanna achieved at this moment in time. Mostly because she knew that Robert's was going to be triggered right next to her. He palmed Lyanna's ass and shoved her down onto him.

The tightening her insides pushed down onto him. The loud smack of flesh followed with Lyanna rising and falling down on Robert. Her loins oozed intensely, squirting her warm juices down onto the stiff cock of her lover while Robert pressed against her, burying himself deep inside Lyanna's body.

Then his seed followed, the orgasm intense. Robert buried his face into Lyanna's chest and sucked on her tits while seeing white.

Lyanna grabbed tightly onto the back of the head, moaning as Robert lost his load inside of her. The wetness of her body, the tightness of her pussy pumping Robert and launching blast after blast of warm cum inside of her.

"This wedding can't happen soon enough," Lyanna purred in his ear.

"You're right but it won't be long. We'll wed as soon as Brandon marries Catelyn Tully," Robert said agreeing with her. "We could have both ceremonies together, if you wouldn't mind,"

Both of them stayed in the same position for some time, before Lyanna left his chamber after cleaning herself up.

Robert poured himself a cup of water before heading to bed, when there was a knock at his door.

Thinking that Lyanna might have returned, he opened the door.

"Back so soon, Lya…." Robert's words died in his throat as he was greeted by the sight of Lady Stark, dressed in a dark blue night robes, standing in his doorway.

"Lady Stark…. Forgive me… what are….," Robert struggled to string a sentence while recovering from his shock of seeing Lyanna's mother standing before him.

"May I come in, Lord Robert. I wish to discuss a very sensitive matter with you," Lady Stark stated calmly but her eyes and voice bore an accusing tone.

Still coming to his senses, all Robert could do was nod in confirmation as the Lady of Winterfell entered his chambers.

"Being a woman of the North, I'm not much for the honey words and double talk that southern nobles often engage in, so I'll come straight to the point," Lady Stark said firmly.

The Lady of Winterfell informed that she was well aware that he had dishonored her daughter tonight and she also knew that it was not the first time as well.

"This is my home, Lord Robert, do you think that I am unaware of all that happens within these walls. Both you and my daughter should

Count your blessings that it was me and not husband or my sons that discovered your transgressions. For I assure you that there would have been dire consequences," Lady Stark said in a chiding tone.

She further explained that she had learned of his and Lyanna's nightly activities after she spotted her daughter sneaking away from his chambers during the late hours.

And since then she had made sure to keep a close eye on them to make sure that no one else came upon them during their encounters. As well as slipping doses of moon tea into Lyanna's meals after her visits to his chamber.

"My lady, if you knew why didn't you say something?" Robert questioned, as grateful as he was for Lady Stark's unknowing assistance, her actions confused him.

"Robert, I'm sure you know by now that my daughter is not like other young noble ladies," Lady Stark said, "Both she and her eldest brother, Brandon have a more than a touch of what we in the North call the 'Wolfsblood'. They are stubborn to a fault and prone to bouts of quick anger."

She went onto say that while she loved them both dearly, as a mother she could not help but worry for their futures. When her husband had informed her of Robert's offer to wed Lyanna, a part of her feared that Lyanna would drive him off and bring shame upon the family.

So, when she learned about his and Lyanna's indiscretions, despite being disappointed with her daughter's actions, a part of her was happy that her daughter had found someone who accepted her with all her flaws and eccentricities.

"However, I must ask that you keep your distance from Lyanna until you leave. These late-night visits are becoming more difficult to hide, given how loud the two of you are," Lady Stark told him. "I will speak to my daughter as well."

"I know that a virile young lord has needs but I ask that you control yourself. At least until you're in the North," Lady Stark said with a slight blush upon her features. "And if you can't then I advise that you visit the brothel in Wintertown to tend to your urges, but discreetly. After all, you are to be my daughter's husband in the near future, it would not do for you to shame both her and my family publicly."

Throughout Lady Stark's explanation, Robert could not help to notice that she seemed a bit flushed whenever she brought up his encounters with Lyanna. Her body language, her nervous hand gestures, the look in her eyes, it all seemed very familiar.

Ever since coming into manhood, Robert had experienced more than his fair share of sexual encounters and some of them had been women who were much older than him. Usually, they were wives of minor lords and traders who crossed his path.

Years of marriage had a way of taking a toll on even the most loving of marriages. The husbands of such women were either too busy with work or they were chasing some young pussy, leaving their wives longing for carnal release. Such women often made for the most exciting of conquests provided one knew which spots to hit.

And Robert's instincts and personal experience were telling him that Lady Stark was seeking more than a conversation when she had knocked upon his door.

He knew that it was wrong in so many ways. She was the mother of both his future wife and his best friend. Not to mention, her husband was the Lord of the North and he was in their castle. If his instincts were wrong or if they were caught, they would be grave and dire consequences for everyone involved.

But damn his nature, the risk and taboo of the situation made it all the more appealing and exciting.

"I thank you for your discretion in the matter," Robert said. "And promise that I will follow your wise advice on the matter."

"I am pleased to hear that," Lady Stark replied and began to move towards the door.

"However, you are right in the matter of young men like me having our needs," Robert said as he approached her. "Perhaps, you could help me in these matters."

A shocked expression spread across Lady Lyarra Stark's features. The nerve of this young lord, he is to wed my daughter and dares to proposition me in my own home. Righteous fury flooded to her body and she almost struck Robert but stayed her hand.

"Come now, Lady Stark. All those nights standing outside my chambers to keep unwanted intruders away, listening to the passionate sounds of love between me and Lyanna, it must have surely stirred something within you as well," Robert said in a seductive tone.

Lyarra Stark wanted to shout in protest claiming his assumptions to be absurd. Nothing more than the imagination of his perverted mind. However, a voice in the dark corner of her mind whispered to her that there was some truth in Robert's words.

Robert Baratheon lifted his hand to gently cup her face. His thumb gently caressed her lips, causing her to shiver in response. She felt heat pool in her nether regions and cursed her body for betraying her.

"There is no need to be ashamed, my lady. Such feelings are all but natural, to deny them is to deny your own nature and instinct," Robert said gently. "It will be our secret, no one will ever know. Let me thank you for all that you have done for me and Lyanna."

With those words, Robert stepped back and discarded his clothes to reveal his glorious muscular form.

Lyarra should have cursed him for his audacity, she should have walked out the door, she should have averted her eyes. But shamefully, she did none of the above and instead undid the laces of her night robes and revealed her body covered with a shift to the young Stormlord.

Her eyes, locked onto Robert's eyes, both burning with lust and desire. Robert leaned in and kissed Lyarra with a fiery passion. Lyarra returned the kiss while he placed his hands on Lyarra's backside, sending her all the way over the top.

Despite being the mother of his future wife, Lyarra Stark still held onto her youthful form, with a firm ass, nice supple breasts, a flat stomach, and long, smooth legs. Robert canvased her body with touches and soon enough Lady Lyarra felt her effect on Robert's body as his member returned to a full erection.

"That's for me, isn't it?" Lyarra asked, the last of her shame and inhibitions stripping away as lust completely consumed her mind. "Have you been harboring secret lustful thoughts for your future good-mother this entire time, Robert? Mmm?"

With that teasing question, Lyarra squeezed Robert's cock and got the very obvious reaction that she intended to get. Lyarra dragged her tongue down across her lips, moistening them ever so slightly. Edging a bit closer to Robert and putting his huge cock in position to be sucked, Lyarra descended down to her knees, and engulfed Robert in her mouth with one movement.

Robert closed his eyes, as the Lady of Winterfell deep-throated his cock.

"Seems like you were harboring some lustful thoughts for your future good-son as well, weren't you, Lyarra?" Robert fired back.

She gave Robert a very passionate but slightly sloppy blowjob, pleasuring his length all over. After all, her husband Rickard was more concerned with building up his political influence than the

Pleasures of his marriage bed these days. The moisture of her lips, sealing around him caused a tingle to go through Robert. Lyarra cupped his balls, playing with them very skillfully.

"I hoped that you would be this big, considering all that I heard from your encounters with Lyanna," Lyarra said after removing her mouth from Robert's length and stroking his cock. "I had no real idea… you would be this good… taste this… nice."

Robert's big swollen balls received plenty of worship from Lyarra, as she sucked on them. A long hum followed, with Robert closing his eyes, and breathing in and breathing out. Lyarra worshiped Robert's balls while stroking his cock.

The pleasure in Robert's loins burst and splattered over Lyarra's face. She rose up and caught some of the spurting cum all over her tongue, sucking the seed down with greed.

"You're just incredible," Robert said.

"Why don't you get me nice and wet now, dear?" Lyarra suggested.

Robert pulled off Lyarra's shift, to reveal her nice, round breasts, and her pussy, covered with slight strip of dark hair, and dripping wet.

She was a goddess compared to all of his older lovers and Robert devoured her bounty with great vigour. First, Robert attacked her breasts, and then moved down to worship Lyarra's fine belly button. A long lick before Robert spread Lyarra's legs and went down on her, to worship the Lady of Winterfell's heavenly pussy.

Lyarra almost saw stars the moment Robert buried his able tongue into her hot, scorching cunt. An increasing pleasure just pushed deep inside of her body along with the tongue which worked magic. It could not be described as anything other than sweet, sinful, very divine magic. Lyarra put her hands on the back of Robert's head and rocked her hips back and forth, moaning very aggressively the further Robert drove his tongue deep into her cunt.

"YES!" Lyarra cried out for him. "OH YES!"

Her future good-son did his best to please the mother of his future wife and made Lyarra's wet, hot pussy, overflow with juices. Lapping them up, Robert smiled, circling his tongue around the edge and making Lyarra just breath in with countless waves of pleasure.

After pulling out of Lyarra and leaving her in a daze, Robert pulled her up and ground his hard cock into her opening. Lyarra collapsed on top of her lover, wrapping her arms around him. Her wet pussy was about ready to receive this large cock inside of her.

"Inside me, please."

Robert positioned Lyarra, who had obviously never experienced a cock of his size before. Regardless, he edged himself inside of her and Lyarra's inner walls clamped down onto Robert. So smooth, so wet, and so hot, hugging Robert's intruding member just as tightly and with just as much intensity as Lyanna's did.

'Guess somethings do run in the family,' Robert mused to himself.

Lyarra rocked back and forth on Robert and rode him like a stallion. She got a bit more than she bargained for, not that Lyarra cared. She was just having the time of her life, riding Robert up and down.

Robert worshipped her breasts and made Lyarra just scream out for pleasure.

"Oooh, my daughter is indeed a very lucky woman!" Lyarra cried in his ear and proceeded to worship her future good-son's body as much as possible with her own body.

Robert returned the favor as the Lady of Winterfell descended down onto his muscular frame and took his big, large cock into her body.

The positions switched, and Robert curled up Lyarra as she laid on the edge of the bed. Robert shoved deep into Lyarra. She clenched harder, crying out, more passion just rising through her body.

"How can anyone be this good?" Lyarra asked.

"Natural talent combined with a lot of practice," Robert answered.

Robert planted many hard kisses on Lyarra. The vigorous pounding continued and the Lyarra's pussy felt like it was on fire. The only way to put out the fire, the scorching desire, was Robert's thick, juicy cock just slamming into her and taking her all of the way.

Lyarra hoped he would ride this out all of the way. Her pussy, longed for him to empty his balls out into it. Lyarra closed her eyes and went all of the way with this.

A tensing up in his body followed as Robert sensed Lyarra fly directly into heat. Every moment brought Robert further into Lyarra, with her pussy clamping down onto him. The Lord of the Stormlands shoved his length into Lyarra, burying himself all the way inside of her and taking her for one hell of a ride.

"Closer," Robert said.

"I want you to finish inside me," Lyarra told him.

Robert just smiled and hugged Lyarra's body in tight for the final few pumps. She closed around him, milking his large cock and draining his cum completely.

Robert breathed in the arousal and could feel Lyarra coaxing him further and further. Robert buried himself inside of Lady Stark's womb and spilled his seed inside of her body. The eruption blasted Lyarra's womb, flooding it with Robert's seed, causing Lyarra to cry out in pleasure.

Robert pulled himself out of Lyarra and left her to breathing out heavily on the bed, his seed bubbling inside of her. Robert stayed with her and kissed Lyarra causing her to smile.

"I hope that I have pleased you, my lady."

"Oh, you most certainly have, my boy," Lyarra said as she ground her dripping hot pussy upwards against Robert's cock and gave a startling shock to realize it had become hard again.

"And up to go again… that's lovely." Lyarra mused as she wrapped her legs around Robert and pushed the potent young man inside of her again.

"My husband is a very heavy sleeper and we have a few more hours before the castle starts to rise," Lyarra told Robert, who smiled in response.

The young Stormlord and Lady of Winterfell fucked long into the early hours of the morning, fueled by their own mutual lust.

End of Flashback