Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Claiming the Mountains and the True Conquest of the Three Sisters

The cold mountain winds flowed through the closed drapes of the windows, causing the candles within the dimly lit chamber to flicker. The flames of the wicks were waging battle against the cold winds while upon the large poster bed located in the chamber, a different kind of duel was raging on.

Sansa Stark drove her wet pussy down onto Robert's member as his rough hands groped and caressed her naked form. Her breasts bounced while the lusty Stag King touched and squeezed them.

Sansa let out a gasp of lust and moaned very vigorously into his ear as she rode him. Growing up Sansa had never been fond of riding,

An activity that her younger sister Arya had both enjoyed and excelled at greatly. Yet, now she had started to develop a taste for the activity. But then again riding a horse was not nearly as pleasurable as riding a King.

"Your grace, how would you rank my skills as a rider now?" Sansa purred seductively.

Back in King's Landing, she had managed to convince her father to allow her to accompany him and the King on their trip to the Eyrie under the ruse of meeting her Aunt Lysa and cousin, Robin Arryn. An idea that had come from the King himself as he desired her company on the road and more importantly, in his bed. During the ascent to the Eyrie, both the King and her father had made poor japes about her riding abilities due to her discomfort upon her mule. Thus now she was determined to redeem herself in the King's eyes.

"You're well on your way to becoming an able rider. Though your skill pales in comparison to you late aunt and my beloved Lyanna," Robert answered, knowing that the statement would cause the auburn-haired wolf maid to strive harder while pleasuring him.

And the reaction was almost instantaneous as Sansa sped up her movements.

Robert groped her ass and pushed Sansa all the way down onto his throbbing hard cock. Sansa's inner walls milked around Robert with each pump driving her further and further down. Her wet pussy edged all the way down onto Robert and clutched him extremely hard. Sansa moaned around him, and milked his big cock as it pushed down into her hungry, tight slit.

"Looks like you're about ready to cum," the King informed her.

And he was right yet again, proving to Sansa that she had made no mistake in choosing to become his bedmate. No green boy could ever compete with her strong and virile King, whether it was on the battlefield or in the bedroom. The eldest daughter of Winterfell

Pressed her hungry pussy all the way down onto Robert's cock and rammed it deep inside of her.

She came and collapsed into Robert's arms. Robert touched her, and kissed her nipples. She let out a cry of pleasure the faster Robert pumped inside of her. Her warm insides oozed all over the place for Robert as she drained her juices down onto his cock.

"I knew it! You just can't help yourself, cock hungry wolf bitch!" a voice exclaimed, in mock outrage.

It belonged to one, Myranda Royce as she stood at the door of the King's guest chamber in the Eyrie. Sansa looked at Myranda, with a big unapologetic grin, on her face. She rose up and stroked Robert's cock and eyed Myranda over.

"Jealous, Randa?" Sansa teased. "It's your own fault for being late. Or perhaps you were scared to show up. After all, handling a massive weapon like the King's requires a certain level of skill and stamina."

"If I recall correctly, you did look a bit exhausted after your first time with him," Sansa egged the daughter of the High Steward of the Vale.

Truth be told, Sansa was secretly grateful for her fast friendship with Lord Nestor's daughter upon their arrival at the Gates of the Moon. Since most of the King's harem had been left back at the capital, the task of satisfying the King's needs had fallen upon her.

Normally, she would have been thankful for the opportunity to spend so much time with her lover, but Robert's appetites and sex drive appeared to be growing rapidly as he fucked her thoroughly at every single opportunity which left her quite sore especially when coupled with the time spent riding upon horseback.

Thus, meeting Myranda, the 'Merry Widow', had been a blessing in disguise. It had not taken long for Sansa to form a camaraderie with

The Royce woman and even less time to bring her to the King's bed.

Her time with Robert and the rest of his harem had granted Sansa a great deal of wisdom in matters of seduction. And so, she utilized her lessons to rile up her buxom friend.

Sansa's ribbing produced the intended effect as Myranda's ego was bruised by her words, spurring her to action. She looked at the cock, an entire glorious piece of man meat that was dripping in Sansa's juices.

"Well, your grace, I ask your permission to answer Lady Sansa's challenge," Myranda breathed huskily. "Perhaps, you would like to see what someone with real talent could do?"

"Well, Lady Royce, we'll see," Robert said to her. "You've been impressive so far."

"Mmm!"

Myranda moaned as slid her hot lips down Robert's cock who entered the mouth of the very eager buxom maiden. Her experience and confidence coupled with her lively and fun personality made Myranda Royce an ideal recruit to his growing list of lovers.

"Not bad. But maybe I should give you a hand," Sansa commented as she pushed Myranda's mouth down onto the King's member.

Myranda almost choked, but recovered quickly. She leaned in and touched Robert's balls. She squeezed them and sucked on his big cock. The deeper Robert plunged into Myranda's open mouth, the more her throat opened up completely. Robert pushed down into her and fucked her tight little mouth.

"Good, good, I think you deserve a reward anyway!"

Robert announced as he pumped his cock down into Myranda's hot mouth while Sansa kissed him and he played with her ass in the

Process. Robert pressed down onto Myranda's face and repeatedly fed her his cock until his balls tightened. He finally, finally reared back and spilled his hot cum into Myranda's mouth.

Myranda swallowed the seed, basking in this very erotic encounter. She rocked back and forth, with Robert emptying load after load inside of her mouth. Her tight mouth sealed Robert's cock and she inhaled him a little bit more. The deeper Robert rammed down inside of her, the more her mouth just hungered for him. She moaned, hotly, sucking his hard cock as the last bit of cum.

"Remember, I set him up for you."

Myranda was annoyed by Sansa's statement somewhat, but she had to admit, the Stark girl had a body made for sin. And Myranda could not wait to explore every inch of it. The two beauties kissed each other, while Robert pressed his fingers inside of their pussy. The naked Myranda breathed heavily as Sansa and Robert were all over her body.

"After experiencing the King's cock inside of you, no other man will ever compare," Sansa said. "You won't even be able to get off anymore without him. But it's a sacrifice I think you'll be willing to make."

Robert spread Myranda's legs, and ate her out. Sansa laid her back and with a smile, seated upon Myranda's face. Oh, this is how it should have been from the beginning. Sansa on top, with Myranda worshiping her. And she had a bit of a submissive streak, which was information that Sansa would file away for later.

"That's it! Lick my pussy! Suck it! That's right, work that tongue you bitch!"

Myranda tried to submit Sansa from this position. However, she found herself enamored with her pussy juices.

Robert leaned down into Myranda's hot pussy and buried his member down into her warm, snug canal. Myranda clamped down around Robert and pushed down into her. She had no resistance, due her very active lifestyle. However, Robert knew she had not had a cock inside of her until now. The way she moaned, and the way she just melted underneath him. Robert reached up and cupped her breasts, getting her going hot and heavy.

Myranda threw all caution to the wind. Her hips bucked up, faster and faster. The deeper Robert buried himself into her hot body, the more her insides just craved his big cock. Robert knew how to fill her in all of the right spots. Myranda's thighs received a good going over.

Sansa got a point of view which made her hot. Not only did she sit on Myranda's face, but she watched as Robert pushed down inside of her. His big cock ramming down into her.

Myranda's scorching hot walls pressed on either side of Robert's member. Robert leaned down and rocked her. He could feel the tension rising up from her. He eased down and pushed further into her body. He batted her, thrust after thrust until she exploded for him.

The first orgasm inside of her made Myranda hotter than ever. She wrapped her legs around Robert's hips. Any reluctance, not that there was much anyway, faded, and now Myranda surrendered her body for the stud of a King before her, as Robert pushed down all of the way.

"Oh, wreck her, my King!" Sansa breathed. "Like the first time with me! When you bent me over and fucked my brains out!"

The eager redhead knew how to really get a rise out of Myranda in more ways than one. Sansa rose up to look down at her handiwork. She could easily drop down on Myranda's face.

"Are you close?" Myranda panted. "Very," the King answered with a grunt.

"Then you need to pull out!" Myranda begged him. "Please, I can't… you can't do this!"

"He can because you want him to," Sansa said. "Deep down, you want a real man to fill you up because you're nothing but a slut."

Myranda's words protested, but her body did the opposite of having Robert pull out. She pushed him in and he buried deeper and deeper inside of her. Robert rocked down inside of her.

"Real men don't pull out," Sansa said. "They ride it on through. And smart women are always prepared. Guess you aren't as bright as you thought you were, Randa."

Actually, Myranda was, as she had already arranged to procure a supply of moon tea when they received word of the King's visit to the Eyrie. Tales of the King's appetites were well-known across the realm. House Royce was an ancient and respected family of the Vale but ever since that slimey weasel, Littlefinger had wormed his way into House Arryn's good graces, their influence had begun to wane.

Her family worried greatly for the future of the Vale especially with Lady Lysa's questionable mental state, her dependence on Baelish and the sickly state of Robin Arryn. Fearing that their friendship and ties with both the King and Lord Hand would not be sufficient to keep the Vale from falling into the whoremonger's hands, Myranda was asked to get close to the King.

A task that had unexpectedly turned into a pleasure when she laid eyes upon the strong and muscular King. Robert Baratheon exuded an aura of power that filled her with feelings of desire and lust.

And now, she wanted his thick essence buried inside of her body.

Robert smiled, her arousal of getting impregnated by her King only fueled him on. Maybe someday, he would grant Myranda's wish. But today was not that day.

The faster that Robert pumped into her; the more Myranda became tight. Robert pushed into her and busted a nut deep inside of Myranda's body. She writhed back and forth, moaning hotly as load after load spurted inside of her body.

So much cum spilled into Myranda's body, that it would be a miracle if she did not get knocked up.

"Mmm… ," Sansa breathed in Myranda's ear.

Robert was aware that Sansa knew full well about his latest little magic trick that prevented unwanted pregnancies. It appeared that the Red Wolf just liked fucking with Myranda's mind, just as Robert finished fucking her luscious body.

"Do not fret, dear Randa. I have my ways to ensure that my seed will not swell your belly," Robert informed the exhausted Steward's daughter. "Trust me."

Soon enough, his libido flared up again and Sansa's tempting asshole called for Robert. While Sansa toyed with Myranda's well fucked body, Robert zeroed in to take Sansa over and over again.

And then maybe break Myranda in more, for both good measure and pleasure.

After a few more hours of intense fucking, Robert decided that his bedmates needed a respite. His divine stamina and powers were both a blessing and a curse at such times. As great and enthusiastic partners that the two lovely maidens made, his carnal hunger could not be sated by them alone. Fortunately, Robert already had a plan to rectify this issue and move his other plans along as well. It would require rekindling an old flame and lighting a few new ones as well.

The Crescent chamber of the Eyrie was filled with the nobles of the Vale, the following day. They had all gathered to pay their final respects to their late lord and give their condolences to his widow

And son. It would have been a sombre gathering if not for the presence of the Sistermen. Their arrival had been a source of surprise and worry in equal parts; for the nobles of the Vale. An understandable reaction considering the troubled history between the Vale and the Isle of the Three Sisters.

"Lord Sunderland's party's presence is causing quite the stir," Ned whispered to him as both of them gauged the mood within the chamber. "I'm still a bit shocked myself and you had already warned me about them."

The arrival of the Sistermen was part of Robert's plans to deal with his enemies but as far as Ned knew their presence was due to a request sent by the Lord of the Three Sisters to discuss knowledge of a possible plot against the crown. His foolish friend did not know of the King's true agenda with the Sistermen party.

Once again, Robert was grateful for the Red Priestess and her agents who had managed to arrange this meeting to help bring his plans to fruition. The fact that she had gotten the unruly and suspicious Sistermen to agree to part of his plans was a testament to her worth in his court and life.

"Ned, I need you to keep the Vale lords occupied while I meet with the Sistermen. If this supposed plot is real, I need to be sure. You need to convince the Vale lords that the Sistermen are here to discuss possible trade alliances with the North in the wake of the new projects undertaken by the crown in the region," Robert instructed to his Hand. "For now, news of this alleged plot needs to be kept secret until I have sufficient proof."

The Lord of Winterfell nodded in acknowledgment as the proceedings carried on.

Later that day, Robert headed towards the guest chamber where he was to meet with the Sistermen to discuss the terms of their arrangement. For all his northern simplicity, Ned Stark was able enough to facilitate a secret gathering for Robert with the help of the royal guards and servants while he himself tended to the Vale nobles.

What the Warden of the North did not realize is how much aid he received from his own daughter and Myranda Royce in regards to this task. Lady Royce helped with subtly steering the minds of her own father and his fellow lords in the direction that Robert intended while his lovely Sansa attended to her Aunt Lysa. Robert had provided both Myranda and Sansa with all the necessary information and tools that they would need to fulfill their tasks.

Though to be honest, out of the two, Sansa faced the greater challenge in Robert's opinion.

The Lady of the Eyrie was a far cry from the passionate and lively young maiden that Robert had bedded years ago but she would play an important role in his plans. Her years as the wife of an elderly lord like Jon Arryn had done her no favors but she had managed to retain a desirable figure and looks despite the odds. Her mental state on the other hand was a different matter entirely and the King of Westeros knew that the slimy weasel, Littlefinger, was largely responsible for this state of affairs. And thus, any doubt that Robert had felt regarding that whoremonger's future fate vanished instantly as he dwelled upon these matters.

Once again, Robert reminded himself that Sansa was not only his mistress but also a future princess of the realm. This task would serve in preparing her for her future role while allowing Robert to gauge the redhead's political and social abilities.

Soon enough, Robert arrived at the door of the chamber and noted the presence of a few guards from the Sister Isles positioned discreetly along the hallway and corridor, which signaled that his guests were already inside awaiting him. He gestured for his own men to take up similar positions and ensure that his privacy would not be disturbed.

An instruction that he felt even more confident of, when he saw who was waiting for him upon entering the chamber.

"Ladies, I must say that I am both surprised and intrigued to find you all here," Robert stated as he took in the sight of Melissa Sunderland, Elinor Longthorpe and Mysaria Torrent.

"Understandable, your grace. But our fathers thought that it would be best if we handled the negotiations with you," Melissa answered. "Or to be more precise, we convinced them of it."

"Yes…. You see our mutual friends advised us of the best way to approach you in these negotiations," Mysaria added seductively.

Once again, Robert thanked the Red God for sending Melisandre to him. His priestess was truly his devoted servant who while working back in the capital had somehow managed to ensure that his needs were tended to back here in the Vale.

The discussions did not take long as Melisandre had already explained the details of their plans along with the promised rewards and how the Sistermen were to provide assistance to their mystery ally.

"Lady Melisandre and our mutual friend have already hammered out the details of our alliance along with the promised rewards. We shall await your instructions and proceed accordingly when the time comes. But for now, I think that we should formally seal our alliance," Elinor said as she disrobed both herself and Mysaria of their clothes.

"We have heard so many tales of your prowess and would like the chance to experience it for ourselves," Melissa purred into Robert's ear while Elinor and Mysaria moved towards the large bed of the chamber.

Elinor and Mysaria, both now completely nude, laid in wait for Robert while Melissa stripped him down until he was as naked as the two women on the bed before he moved to join them. With Melissa quickly following, to make things a foursome.

Elinor, Mysaria, and Melissa took turns kissing Robert's body, enjoying every inch of his perfectly chiselled frame. The King of Westeros could feel their soft but firm hands caress his muscles as their moist lips peppered his body with ravenous kisses. It was as if he was an injured whale adrift in the sea and the women were a school of hungry piranha fish intent on devouring him completely.

Robert allowed the trio of lovely ladies to have their fun, as they moved down even closer towards his crotch and made Robert twitch.

They swooped in, to have their wicked amount of fun. Elinor took the head into her mouth, and Melissa went down to lick the length.

Mysaria favored sucking his balls, and Robert's warmth increased.

They took care of every inch of Robert's loins and made him rise up, to meet their thrusting mouths. Those beautiful eyes, all locked onto him as they moved in perfect harmony resulted in a hell of a feeling.

Seconds, minutes, they grinded by with the three lovely ladies trading off, switching positions and bringing Robert to full length. The throbbing feeling inside of his balls only increased. The weight holding him down to the bed increased, and Elinor took full advantage of those big bloated balls, sucking one, and then sucking another.

"Ladies, I'm about ready to explode," Robert grunted in pleasure. Their combined oral talents resulted in Robert losing his load inside of Melissa's mouth. With practiced ease, Melissa sucked Robert down to the last drop while Mysaria and Elinor teamed up to make

His balls. Any mortal man would not have been able to endure the things that these three gorgeous women were doing to him along with the pleasure that their action generated, but Robert Baratheon was no longer a mortal man.

Robert's orgasm came to a shuddering stop the moment they finished off. Mysaria licked his head, followed by Elinor. All getting a good taste of what bubbled from his slit in the aftermath.

"Ladies, if you just wanted a taste," Melissa breathed. "All you had to do was ask."

Melissa grabbed Mysaria's face and their two mouths merged together in a heated kiss. Threading her fingers through Mysaria's sliky blonde locks allowed Melissa to kiss her. The warmth increased, with the cum coming between them.

"You like seeing them share your cum, don't you, my King?" Elinor asked as she pumped Robert's cock.

Robert groaned an affirmation. With a sultry stare, Elinor eased down, kissing Robert at every single point and making him tingle in excitement. Elinor pressed her lips against Robert's pelvic bone, but missed the majority of his groin.

Watching the handsome monarch twitch, in need, made Elinor's loins wet in anticipation. The heat coming between her legs would need to be satisfied soon.

Melissa shared her bounty with Elinor and in the process, Mysaria climbed up top of Robert's body, kissing him and nibbling on his neck. Robert found himself tracing patterns down Mysaria's shapely back. The petite maiden's body pressing against his as the two entered a feverish round of mutual petting made Robert's throbbing erection pulse so many more times over.

Mysaria crawled back, eyes locked onto Robert's while she teased his body with kisses. She moved past Robert's crotch and went

Down his legs.

"Time for you to warm me up."

The obvious question of whether or not Melissa was already warmed up, had been stopped by Melissa crouching herself down on Robert's face to meet the young man's tongue. Robert dove into Melissa's hot core like a starving man after a gourmet meal. And her registering her pleasure through several deep, passionate moans only increased Robert's lust.

Mysaria and Elinor made out with each other, carnal hunger dancing through their eyes. The two women reached in to finger-fuck each other to a mutual orgasm.

They came around the same time Melissa did, all over Robert's face. Slowly, Melissa peeled her pussy off of Robert's face. Sliding back, Melissa climbed onto Robert, ready to mount him and ride him directly into the bed.

"My turn," Mysaria said in thinly veiled excitement.

With a big grin, Mysaria climbed onto Robert's face to enjoy the pleasures provided by a royal tongue. Robert pushed his tongue into Mysaria as an equally electric sensation spread over his balls.

"FUCK YES!"

Melissa yelled as she grabbed onto Robert's engorged member and pushed it into her. It buried itself deeper inside of her body, the faster that she rode. She moved face to face with Mysaria, their eyes locked onto each other.

The two lovely women started to make out while Melissa ground Robert deep inside of her. And Mysaria took a full end tour of Robert's tongue into her pussy. They moved in, enjoying the touch, enjoying the sensations of each other.

The feeling only increased with Melissa clamping her walls down onto Robert. Robert groaned with the tight flexing Melissa was doing on him. The sizing up of his balls increased, but Melissa pulled back and allowed his orgasm to taper off, just long enough.

"Your turn," the brunette said to blonde partner.

Mysaria crawled over and took Melissa's place to ride Robert. She spread her legs, looking sexy as hell. One of her legs leaned forward as her soft, silky toes brushed into Robert's mouth. Robert kissed her toes and sucked on them while Mysaria dropped all the way onto him, with a soft pleasure inside of her body.

Robert fingered Elinor for a short spell before she climbed onto his face. That sweet pussy of the fiery of the pirate maid called for Robert to eat it. He went down onto it, once again enjoying Elinor like he might a gourmet meal under other circumstances. The swirl of his tongue increased, the faster it went into her depths.

The three women moaned in unison, with now Melissa fingering herself at the end of the bed, watching her two lovely companions ride both Robert's cock and his tongue. The sultry siren sucked the juices from her fingers and also wiped some of it on her face as some kind of sexy war paint.

Mysaria's strong inner muscles clamped down onto Robert and this proved to be his breaking point. Robert spurted himself deep into Mysaria's body, filling the lovely woman up with blast after blast of seed.

Despite the fact that she drained Robert, Mysaria was not done. Not until she had one more orgasm. Rocking back and forth, Mysaria ground herself all over Robert.

Melissa rubbed Mysaria's clit to really get her going and moved in to suck on Robert's balls which did a remarkable job of bringing him all the way back to life. Robert pumped his way deep inside of Mysaria, making her moan.

Elinor kissed Mysaria's lips and enjoyed her sweet tongue just as much as Robert's tongue inside of her pussy. The explosion of juices hit Robert directly on the face, and the hot feelings only increased.

Mysaria, finally reached her breaking point, and she was going to have a hell of an orgasm. Being about as subtle as she could be under the given circumstances, Mysaria registered her pleasure in one constant orgasm. She pressed her walls against Robert and released all of her juices all over him.

The second Mysaria pulled back to catch her breath, Melissa pounced on Robert again. Sucking his cock and making sure that she tasted all over Mysaria's juices.

Elinor unloaded on Robert's face once again due to the pure erotic fuel provided by the sight of Melissa sucking Mysaria's juices from Robert's twitching member. With a slide made, Elinor twitched in pleasure as she waited for her next move before breaking out into a smile.

Melissa released Robert's cock with a loud hungry slurp and crawled up his body, with Mysaria joining Melissa in tandem pleasure. The two women sucked Robert's neck and earlobes, and then like two hungry cats, lapped the juices trickling down Robert's handsome face off of him. They raked their nails down his body, making him rise up in excitement.

'These pirate women are just as wild as my northern She-Bears, if not more,' Robert thought to himself as the reveled in the mixed sensations of pain and pleasure brought about by the feeling of their nails moving across his skin.

Elinor moved down to pleasure him orally, getting some of the juices off of him.

The dust settled and Robert sat up on the bed. Elinor met him halfway to wrap her legs around him.

"It's my turn," the fiery haired stated impatiently.

Robert pushed Elinor down onto the bed, and rammed his member into her body. The feeling of her snug womanhood brought Robert into pleasurable motions. He rose up and Elinor rubbed on the muscles on his back. She grabbed onto his ass, encouraging Robert to further sink down onto her, and ripple effects only built through her body.

"OOH YES!" Elinor moaned hotly in his ear.

Robert rose to the occasion in more ways than one. He thrusted away, burying himself deeper and deeper into Elinor. The thickness of his balls hit her hard. It just felt so nice to be inside of her. He moved down, sucking on her tits. Elinor encouraged this behavior by sucking on Robert's ear lobe.

The hunger, the insatiable sexual hunger of Robert Baratheon only increased, with Elinor's strong thighs met his balls the faster he rocked into her. He was getting so close, after the intense slurping form Melissa earlier. He was about ready to cum, but he wanted to make sure that Elinor got off first.

To either side, Mysaria and Melissa entered into a steamy makeout session. Both tried to take the tongue of the other into their mouths and that got pretty hot, pretty quickly for a number of reasons.

Mysaria tightened her hands around the back of Melissa's head.

Moving in to add to the fun, Robert spread their thighs and finger- banged Mysaria and Melissa at the same time while they made out. And while he planted himself deep inside of Elinor. Moving at great speed, Robert groaned the faster he moved to work the Longthorpe bitch with multiple thrusts. He could feel it, feel the orgasm about ready to take place.

"Ready?" Robert inquired to the redhead.

Elinor's eyes said all that was needed, as she prepared herself to receive a heavy load from Robert who was currently buried deep inside of her tight body. Robert edged both Melissa and Mysaria while bringing Elinor to peak of pleasure.

The combined cries of all three women exploding at once in pleasure made Robert almost lose it. He not only rode out Elinor's orgasm, which led her to another. Despite being aware of his supernatural stamina, Robert marveled at his own self-control, but there was no time for patting himself on the back. Now was the time to enjoy the moment and enjoy Elinor.

Elinor summoned all her core strength to give Robert a hell of an orgasm. Her tight, warm, muscles grabbed onto Robert and brought him so much closer to the edge. She could feel it, bump up against her. The two came in harmony. Juices and hot breathing followed, with Mysaria and Melissa soaking Robert's fingers in the aftermath as well.

Robert pulled out of Elinor with Melissa and Mysaria surrounding him on either side. They kissed Robert's perfectly sculpted body and licked his fingers.

"You take the leftovers," Melissa told Mysaria, as they worshiped the King's body.

Mysaria nodded and climbed in between Elinor's thighs, while Melissa turned around and got on all fours. Robert climbed behind her and sunk right into her tight opening.

'Clearly, the tales of the King's unnatural stamina were not

Exaggerated', Melissa surmised as he vigorously fucked her while his hands moved along her body, touching all the right spots. She busied herself by eating Mysaria out, while Mysaria sucked Robert's seed from Elinor's pussy.

The four lovers shared each other and a constant barrage of orgasms for quite a long time. By the end of it, all three 'Sister-

Women' laid upon on the bed in a sweaty, exhausted heap. The level of fatigue was so great that they could barely stay awake as Robert got dressed.

"This was fun, ladies. Once our plans are carried out, you must visit the capital. Or I'll visit the Three Sisters," Robert stated with an amused smile, before exiting the chambers.

He knew that the magic within his seed would soon be taking root within them, molding the minds and wills of the women to his whims.

"He is no man but most definitely a God," Melissa panted to her friends.

"Or a Demon from the Seven Hells," Elinor replied.

"God or Demon makes no difference, we are now his servants," Mysaria stated, to which both women nodded in acceptance as feelings of loyalty and blind devotion enveloped their minds.

"Oooh, this is highly inappropriate," Lysa Arryn gasped with pleasure.

"Oh, Lysa, you've gotten old. The maiden that I met years ago in Riverrun would have been thrilled by such an encounter," Robert replied teasingly as he undid the front laces of her dress, squeezing her chest.

All the other pieces were in place, Lysa was the final pawn required for Robert's plan. After his rendezvous with the women of the Sister Isles, he met up with both Sansa and Myranda. They updated him on their own progress in their respective tasks and as expected Lysa was being difficult.

"I think that she sees my mother when she looks at me," Sansa stated while explaining her interaction with Lysa. Their talk had started about pleasantly enough but soon enough Lysa started sputtering gibberish about Catelyn, Hoster Tully and most importantly Baelish.

It was plainly obvious that Lysa was obsessed with Littlefinger and thought that everyone sought to separate her from him. The fact that she accused Sansa of trying to steal Baelish from her, all but confirmed Robert's suspicions and theories regarding Lysa'a jealousy and bitterness towards her elder sister.

Myranda only added to the predicament by confirming that quite a few noble houses of the Vale had fallen under Baelish's sway as the grubby coin counter used discreet loans and leveraging people's vices to strengthen his position in the Vale. In addition, the Royce maiden also managed to uncover the fact that Baelish was drugging both Lysa and Robin Arryn to keep them under his thumb and in turn the Kingdom of the Vale. Thus, making the need to remove Littlefinger from the politics of the realm, all the more urgent.

And the key to achieving that end was Lysa. She was Baelish's greatest support and asset, without her most of his machinations would be rendered moot.

So, with Myranda's help, Robert arranged to have Lysa's meal spiked with Talisa's potions instead of Baelish's drugs. The Volantene healer's concoction strengthened by the magic of his King's blood would not only stave off the effects of Baelish's poisons but also help Robert rekindle his old flame with the Lady of the Eyrie when he would pay a visit later that night.

"To be honest, you almost sounded like Catelyn," the King added with a mocking chuckle.

Robert knew that mentioning the Lady of Winterfell would stoke the competitive fire within Lysa, who had been competing with her elder sister for most of her life. And it worked just as expected.

Any lingering inhibitions within her vanished the moment that Cat was mentioned. She had always known that her prim and proper big sister was a fake and the King's words only confirmed her long held suspicions. It was obvious that Cat was involved with Robert and if her instincts were true, then her elder sister was using her daughter to court favour with the King as well.

'That little slut, Sansa. She is just as spoiled and entitled as her mother. Well, I'll show them,' Lysa thought to herself as she felt the heat going down her body, the deeper that Robert pushed down against her thighs. Lysa just let out a cry of pleasure, the faster Robert pushed down into her.

"But maybe, you are no longer the woman that I recall from my youth," Robert stated. "There is no shame in admitting it, after all time manages to wear most of us down. Only a few can withstand its effects. At least, according to your sister."

"Did you discuss the ravages of time with Catelyn during your visit to Winterfell?" Lysa asked, to which the King merely shrugged in response.

Well, that's quite interesting. The King basically confirmed all her theories about her sister and she could not wait to tell Petyr about it. Her beloved had never truly believed her views about Catelyn despite his assurances to her. Lysa also knew that her kind and sweet Petyr had always held affection towards her pampered elder sister, despite her cold attitude towards Petyr in favor of those barbaric Starks.

Oh, she thought this was insane. Lysa had always loved Petyr for being her support and comfort. Petyr had stayed true to her, unlike Robert who had discarded once it became an inconvenience. And yet, Robert feeling her up and the things he was making her feel made all that resentment and bitterness vanish. Lysa knew that people thought that she was crazy and perhaps she was, if she was willing to give herself over to the King after a few gentle whispers

And touches. But then again, so were most of the women in the realm, who readily and happily jumped into his bed.

"Do you and Sansa… does Sansa?" Lysa sputtered, as she struggled to keep from being overwhelmed by Robert's ministrations.

"Oh, we do, often. Truth be told, she reminds me a lot of you, Lysa," Robert replied. "But I'm not too sure. Perhaps, you would like to refresh my memory?"

And with that statement, Lysa's resolve failed her and she undid Robert's breeches, without really thinking about it and freed his huge cock into the world. Oh, Robert Baratheon certainly had some mysterious and strange pull over women. And now Lysa wanted to study it a little bit closer. Namely while on her knees and putting Robert's member into her mouth. Her juicy lips slid around him and edged all the way down onto Robert's pole.

The very second that Lysa slid her wet lips around Robert's cock, she coughed. Oh, this was a lot. Was it always this big or maybe she had just gotten used to Petyr's size? Regardless, Lysa decided to employ a much more manageable level, and suck on the head while stroking the length. Her tongue flashed. Eye contact was important during sex, so she maintained eye contact with Robert as she slid him deep into her mouth. Robert leaned deep into her mouth.

"You're still good at this," Robert groaned approvingly.

The warmth of the handsome King's words caused her pussy to tingle. Oh, Lysa needed to feel him inside of her. Robert's fingers just edged all the way down her throat and made her moan the deeper he pushed down into her throat. Oh, Lysa just gasped and moaned as Robert rocked down onto her.

His cock extracted from her mouth.

"It's not fair that I'm the only one who gets pleasure. Why don't you sit on the bed?" Robert suggested and the Lady of the Eyrie

Complied.

Lysa sat back on the bed, with her legs spread. Her dress slid up and the auburn-haired woman gasped when Robert began kissing down her thighs. His tongue moved closer and closer. Every time Robert edged down onto her, Lysa could feel it. Could feel something. Oh, that tongue just pressed into her body.

Then Lysa Arryn saw stars, the moment Robert slammed deep inside of her pussy. The skilled tongue drove down into Lysa and made her just a gushing wreck of pleasure. Robert had her right where he needed her to be and was not letting up for any reason.

"ROBERT!"

Lysa's scream filled the chamber. Oh, she did not care if people could hear it down the hallway. She wanted to pay tribute to just how good Robert was when eating out her pussy. She wasn't sure but Robert's oral skills had improved greatly since their last tryst, all those years ago. The skilled touch of his tongue going into her made Lysa's hips just pump up and down to meet his tongue. He had her, right where he needed her to be. He made sure Lysa gushed all over the place from his skilled tongue driving into her.

Oh, Lysa's eyes just glazed over from what Robert was doing to her. Robert edged his tongue a little bit deeper into her warm pussy and made her just cry out in ecstasy.

The moment that Robert finished, he re-acquainted himself very well with Lysa's pussy and how it tasted. She tasted of strawberries and it was sweet. Robert crawled on top of Lysa and made quick work of her dress as his hands moved skilfully.

"Well, those hands are still as talented as I remember," Lysa gasped.

Robert just smiled and used one of his hands to play with Lysa's breasts. The other hand eased down between her legs and rubbed her pussy. Lysa gasped the very moment that Robert slid into her

Wet slit. He edged down into her and made her just rise up to meet him. His finger, deep into her, drove Lysa completely wild with lust. She tightened and released him the more times he jammed that finger inside of her.

"That's nothing compared to the real deal, remember," Robert said.

Lysa looked up as Robert spread her legs and edged himself closer to her pleasure zone. He kissed Lysa gently and she returned the favor. The kiss continued to heat up with Robert's constant exploration of Lysa's luscious body getting wild. He edged a little bit closer to her and the moment his cock edged into her pussy; the tip slid into her. It was like a sword entering its sheath, her pussy was made for the King's cock.

The hot walls of the Lady of the Eyrie parted as Robert worked into the beautiful and wild woman. Her eyes shifted and locked onto his. She begged him to take the plunge, and Robert wasted no time in burying himself deep inside of her body. Lysa's pussy wrapped tightly around Robert. She hugged him in close as he pushed down into her.

"You are so beautiful," Robert whispered into her war. Over the years, Petyr had murmured sweet words to her during their secret couplings. But for some unknown reason, the King's words intensified her lust and desire like no other.

Regardless, Lysa arched herself back and received the heaviest pounding possible. Robert drove a little bit deeper inside of Lysa and worked her, hard. His balls slapped down onto her thighs the deeper he pushed into her.

"ROBERT!"

Lysa cried out and managed a few more words before the feelings of pleasure and lust rendered her speechless. Oh, Robert knew all of the right steps to take to turn a woman into a gushing mess. He slid

A hand down her leg and moved closer. He continued to play with her breasts and drive Lysa a little bit closer to the breaking point.

"Faster," Lysa breathed in his ear. "OOOH, FASTER!"

Lysa nibbled down onto the side of his neck, the deeper that Robert plunged into her. He returned the favour by cupping Lysa's breasts in his hand. Oh, she loved it when he clung to her breasts.

Lysa was thrashing and squirting underneath him in no time, just like all those years ago in Riverrun. Robert needed to recruit her to his side, to carry out his plans. And this was certainly the most pleasurable method of forging alliances.

Lysa's pussy tightened around Robert. Oh, he was going to explode inside of her, if he was not careful. Robert leaned in and kissed down Lysa's neck. He sucked on her neck and made Lysa just squeal in his ear. She made many lovely sounds the faster that Robert plunged into her. Robert leaned all the way down into Lysa's body and clamped down onto him hard. She made sounds which would put the most ravenous of whores to shame.

Robert kept feeding Lysa his cock! Her insides tightened around him. Perhaps, she should tell him to pull out, but Lysa's greed got the better of her. The muscular and virile King filled her and made her feel so good.

"Where do you want it?" Robert asked. "INSIDE ME!"

Lysa wanted Robert to ride out this orgasm, a good dose of moon tea would take care of any unexpected complications. His strong muscular body needed to keep pushing into her body.

A few more pumps drove deep into Lysa. Robert's loins tightened and he pushed, a little bit deeper until he finally lost himself. He buried deep into Lysa's tight body. Lysa clamped down onto him and

Milked Robert the further that he pushed into her. Lysa let out a cry of pleasure as the cum showered her insides.

The very second Robert pulled out of Lysa, he left her a quivering wreck all over the bed, with cum dripping from her body.

"I have a proposition for you, Lysa. If you help me carry out my plans, I'll take care of both you and Robin. So, are you interested?" Robert said, knowing the answer beforehand as with every passing second his spell and aura was turning Lysa into a willing servant.

"Mmmm, if you can make these encounters a part of the deal, I would be open to it," the widow Arryn answered as she licked her finger at the thought of having more regular sessions with the King of Westeros.