Chapter 34
Myranda + Desmera Bolton
Chapter 34: Myranda + Desmera Bolton
A hot and ragged breath came from Myranda, the daughter of the
Dreadfort's deceased kennel master as she made her way through
the dense cover of tress within the Wolfswood of the North.
Her body trembled as her skin was assaulted by the frigid winds of
her homeland. She had lost several pieces of clothing from the wear
and tear of her escaping her pursuers over the days and now she
was wearing nothing, but a makeshift top which wrapped around her
cleavage and barely anything else. Also, her pair of breeches had
been torn so badly that they could barely pass as a pair of shorts.
To add to her discomfort, Myranda had never formed the habit of
wearing any small clothes due to her lover, Ramsay Snow's taste of
savage fucking. Any undergarments that she donned usually ended
torn to shreds.
'Oh Ramsay, my savage beast,' Myranda thought, mourning her
former lover and hunting partner. He was probably long dead by
now, killed by either the Wildlings or those savage bitches of Bear
Isle.
No more than a fortnight ago, she and Ramsay were busy enjoying
one of their maiden hunts along with Ramsay's trusted band of
Bastard boys and hounds. Usually, they would chosen a simple farm
girl from the lands surrounding the Dreadfort as their prey.
But with the huge influx of Wildlings into the North after the Stag
King's new alliance, Ramsay wished to test the mettle of the so called 'Spearwives' and so they had journey away from the lands of
Ramsay's lord father to the outskirts of the Wolfswood near the Stark
lands where a new settlement of the savage had taken root, with the
blessing of the King and his Stark dog.
It did not take them long to find and abduct a lone girl, gathering
water from a pond located on the edges of the Wildling camp. Little
did they know that it was all trap laid out by Ramsay's bitch of a halfsister, Desmera, and her aunt, Lady Barbrey Dustin to expose their
crimes. The official explanation was that the Bolton whore and her
widowed aunt did it out of a sense of duty and justice. However,
Myranda knew that this was vengeance for the death of Ramsay's
weak-willed half-brother, Domeric.
Not that it mattered in the end, she and Ramsay along with their
entire band ended up in chains. Despite the circumstance, they had
not panicked as they knew of the Stark's penchant for law and
justice. And since there was no evidence of their past crimes or
Ramsay's hand in Domeric's death, they only had to explain the
abduction of the Wildling girl. With a little intervention from Lord
Roose and a plausible cover story, they would have been able to get
away with little trouble.
Unfortunately, they had underestimated the lengths to which their
foes were willing to go, in order to see them dead. When Lord Roose
had arrived at the settlement to speak with the Wildling chieftain
along with his daughter and good-sister, he was accompanied by the
Mormont bitches and none other than the King himself, who were
there to resolve the matter amicably.
The surprising situation soon turned horrific for Myranda as Lord
Roose and his guards were slaughtered by the Wildlings and
Mormonts during the trial at the King's command. It was then that the
bitch, Desmera revealed the plan to frame Ramsay and his
companions for the murder of Lord Roose, so that she could take
control of the Dreadfort and its lands.
Over the course of the next few days, Ramsay and her companions
were taken from their makeshift cells, one at a time, to be tortured
brutally. It seemed that Ramsay's sister shared the family's sadistic
streak for inflicting torture and suffering upon their enemies.
After Ramsay had been dragged away, Myranda knew that she was
running out of time and so she made her escape when the
opportunity presented itself. At the time, she had thought her escape
was a product of good luck and her own ingenuity. Only to later
realize that her captors wished to subject her to same torment and
humiliation that she and Ramsay had visited upon countless others.
After enduring the gruesome struggle to survive in the harsh woods
while simultaneously evading the hunting parties, the kennel
master's daughter had started to think that perhaps she should just
give up and accept her fate.
Suddenly, a strange white mist surrounded her, making it hard for
her to breath. A strong hand grabbed Myranda and pulled her into a
nearby clearing. She turned around and came face to face with a
rather handsome and well-built man. Black hair slightly streaked with
grey, stormy blue eyes, muscular. Myranda's heart skipped a beat as
she realized that she was staring at King Robert Baratheon himself.
"No need to panic. If I wanted you dead then you would be," the King
said to her in a calm voice. "Truth be told, I'm impressed by your will
and determination to stay alive."
Robert led Myranda deeper into some kind of makeshift clearing, in
the middle of the woods as she struggled to form a coherent thought.
Despite her dire circumstances, Myranda found herself stealing more
glances at the King before her. Getting wetter and wetter, and getting
more aroused. His cock appeared to harden from within his
breeches the more he looked at her. Myranda stopped and he
pressed himself against her ass.
"The feelings that you are experiencing are a side-effect of the mist
that you encountered. I created it to ward off your hunters as well as
give us some privacy to speak," Robert said as he ran his hands
along her form.
Myranda had heard the tales and rumors of the King's dark powers
but had been skeptical to believe in them. She had no time for any
further thoughts and questions, as the King presented her with the
offer to save her life in exchange for her pledging herself to his
service for life.
It took her less than a few seconds before she accepted the
proposal. Now, she knew that the man before was responsible for
the death of the only man that she had ever loved as well as
humiliating suffering that she had recently endured. And here he was
dangling a chance to live in lieu of making her his bitch.
But Myranda reminded herself that's what she had always been.
First her father's bitch, then Ramsay's and now she would be a royal
bitch.
The instant that she managed to catch her breath; Robert kissed her
and she promptly returned it. A savage and primal fury consumed
Myranda's mind as the King discarded his clothes within a flash. And
she was now driven to fulfill the biological urge within herself.
Myranda put her hand on Robert's cock and started to stroke it. The
virile King before her smiled and kissed Myranda a couple more
times, hard and fast. Her nipples hardened when Robert touched
them. The threadbare clothes had been ripped off of Myranda's
body. Robert spun her around and grabbed Myranda's thick ass in
his hand as he grinded against her from behind.
"Another one. So willing. I'm glad. You made a wise choice."
Robert stated as his cock rubbed up and down against Myranda's
thighs. She was already heated up as Robert continued to grind
against her. He switched from her pussy, to her ass, and rubbed up
against her cheeks.
"I need you to fuck me."
She said it in a low whisper.
"No one hear. You can let it out."
"But, what about…."
"They know better than to interrupt their King."
Myranda's entire mind shut down as Robert wrapped his strong arms
around her body and lowered his member down into her hot,
scorching slit. Myranda only found herself dazed, for a moment, prior
to the point where Robert rammed his cock deep inside of her pussy
from this side. Myranda's hot, hungry lips wrapped around Robert
and sucked him into her. Robert guided his hand down her back and
he plunged into her, deep and fast. His balls just smacked her thighs
while pumping back and forth inside of her body.
Robert pulled out of Myranda, only to turn her around and press her
against the tree. Robert wanted to view the lust in Myranda's eyes
before he slammed his cock inside of her. The ravenous lust in the
bitch's eyes had not been a disappointment. Myranda's eyes shifted
back and Robert explored every inch of her hot curvy body. He
grabbed her hips and slammed deep inside of her body.
Robert leaned down and cupped her breasts. Myranda let out
another cry of pleasure after Robert's fingers danced all the way
down onto them. He touched and worked his fingers over and over
again to make her scream out in pleasure. Robert edged his fingers
against her.
"Release yourself. You're mine now," Robert whispered in her ear.
Yes, Myranda was his, since the moment that he laid his hands on
her. He pushed down into her body, and could feel his cum-filled
balls. Myranda tightened her legs into her and the heat erupting
through her body made her even more stunning.
Robert kissed Myranda's lips and made her scream in pleasure. The
deeper that Robert pumped inside of her body, the more her entire
heated core just soaked down onto him.
Myranda's mind went into meltdown as she reconciled herself with
the fact that her only purpose at that moment was using her body to
service the cock of this mighty man. She had thought that Ramsay
was a beast in bed before. But now she knew what a real monster
felt like.
"Put a bastard in me!" Myranda gasped as she was overcome with
the desire to bear a pup born of the King's royal seed.
She sunk her nails into Robert who smiled as he felt her walls
become super slick. He pushed deep inside of her, directly inside of
her womb as he fucked her.
"Breed me. Breed me! I'm nothing, but your breeding whore, shoot
that fucking cum in me and knock me up with your beautiful spawn!"
Myranda yelled, crazed fury dancing in her eyes.
Robert rammed deep inside of Myranda and attacked her. His hips
moved like a blur. Orgasms came so hard that Myranda could barely
register them while drooling all over the place. Robert edged deeper
and deeper into her. Those balls left imprints on Myranda's thighs
which she was not sure would ever go away.
Her moist, hot canal prepared itself to receive his royal gift. Robert
pushed down all the way, his balls tightening. With one more push,
he exploded inside of her. His cum fired rapidly and filled up her
body.
Myranda could feel her insides changing. Never again would
anything other than this mighty cock pushing inside of her feel right.
She could feel his balls press onto her as he pumped as much of his
seed down inside of her body as possible.
The moment that Robert pulled out, his cock was still hard. Myranda
leaned down and inhaled it into her mouth to suck her own juices off,
making her horny as hell.
"As much as I love your mouth, there's a hole that I crave more."
Robert said before pushing Myranda onto a tree stump, making sure
that her ass stuck into the air. Robert squeezed, spanked, and licked
her asshole, getting it nice and wet. Robert grabbed a hold of her
thick ass and fondled it. He teased, squeezed and released
Myranda's ass cheeks.
Myranda found herself getting hornier than ever. The thought that the
King would push that big cock of his into her ass, and wreck her,
wreck her hard, oh it really did make her hot and bothered.
"Break me! Fuck my ass," the former bitch of Ramsay Snow growled.
An ass like Myranda's was built to take cock. Robert lined up for her
and with one more push, buried his manhood into her deep.
Myranda pretty much sucked every inch of his cock inside of her
tight anal cavity and moaned as he got into her, good and deep.
Robert rolled his hands back and forth, working tight around
Myranda's ass, pushing inside of her. Myranda leaned in, practically
drooling as Robert fed her ass with a constant number of strokes
with his cock. Her tight, bubbly ass sucked him in.
The skilled lover pushed all the way into Myranda's hot asshole. The
faster that he pushed deep inside of her, the more she screamed out
for him. Robert leaned in and toyed with her entire body. Everything
that Robert did to her, felt amplified by tenfold and left her a drooling
puddle of lust in the end.
"Mmm, I'll fuck your ass every day. Would you like that, my new
pet?" Robert asked teasingly.
Oh yes, Myranda would love it. Robert pulled back on her hair for
added leverage to bury deep inside of her anus. Myranda found
herself in a daze, the deeper that Robert plunged into her body. The
heat only increased, the faster that Robert edged inside of her. He
rode her faster and faster.
All good things came to an end. Quite an end on Myranda as well.
Robert buried his length deep into Myranda's round, thick, juicy ass.
Her anal walls milked him, when he bottomed out deep inside of her.
Myranda threw her head back, rocking forward as Robert drove as
much cum into her ass as his balls could hold. He edged deeper and
spilled drop after drop of cum deep inside of her ass from behind.
The sensation of draining his cock in such a fine piece of ass
brought Robert great satisfaction.
The moment that Robert finished inside of Myranda, he pulled out of
her. He left her slumped over the stump, ass dripping with his cum. A
smile passed Robert's face as he hoisted up Myranda over his
shoulder and carried her off back to his camp.
Another bitch added to his growing collection.
The entire castle of Winterfell was abuzz as news of Lord Roose
Bolton's demise at the hands of his bastard spread through it.
Thankfully, the cover story crafted by Robert and his fellow
conspirators was widely accepted by the nobles and commonfolk
alike.
They had received word that Ned and the remaining guests for the
weddings would be arriving, later that evening. Robb Stark had
requested Robert to be present when he informed his father about
the recent events. And Robert had agreed before excusing himself to
get some rest till that time.
Robert made his way into his bedchambers, but discovered that it
was already occupied. The new Lady of the Dreadfort, Desmera
Bolton, was seated on the bed, dressed in lacy pale grey lingerie
which matched her eyes. She wore an opened robe, a corset top,
with a grey pair of lacy panties, grey garter belt, and stockings which
stretched all the way down her luscious legs.
"This is an unexpected but pleasant surprise, Lady Bolton," Robert
said while arching his eyebrow.
"Come now, my King, we should waste any time with such idle
banter," Desmera responded with a smile. " I am indebted to you.
And both my aunt Lady Dustin and Lady Mormont have informed of
me of your preferred method of payment, so I insist you give me a
chance to repay you."
Desmera rose to her feet and moved across the room to meet with
Robert. She reached in and placed a hand on his hip before leaning
forward.
"It's the least that I could do, after you dispensed justice for my late
brother along with securing my inheritance."
Desmera leaned closer towards Robert, a flickering smile on her lips.
She crossed the room, getting a little bit closer towards Robert.
Robert reached up and stroked her hair. The silkiness of her hair
brought a smile to Robert's face.
"Of course, though I should warn you that if we do this, you might
end up feeling more indebted to me," Robert said playfully while
feelings of excitement and intrigue coursed through Desmera's being
upon hearing the King's boastful claim.
The two leaned in together and their lips met together in a very
sensual kiss. Desmera's tongue sought entry into Robert's mouth
and he opened his mouth to allow Desmera to ease her way into it.
The kiss deepened as Robert maneuvered his tongue into the back
of the mouth of the new Lady of the Dreadfort, causing her to gasp at
the very moment that Robert slid his tongue into her mouth's depths.
Despite possessing the familial Bolton trait of not showing any
emotion to the world, Desmera had to admit that she felt a bit
nervous as her leg wrapped instinctively around Robert, while he
slowly ran his hand down it. Desmera closed her eyes to feel the
pleasure of him. She had never experienced anything like this
before.
The only thing was that the King was no ordinary man, he was a
god. At least that is what she had concluded after hearing all the
tales of King's battles on Pyke and beyond the Wall.
Robert deepened the kiss and guided Desmera towards to the bed.
His hands caressed her body, sending tingles down her spine.
"Don't worry, I can make you feel pleasure that you couldn't even
imagine," Robert said gently to her.
Desmera couldn't help, but think she would be the one getting a lot
out of this, despite being the one with the debt to repay. Robert's
kisses deepened and moved all the way down Desmera's body. She
gasped the moment that Robert sent pleasure shooting down her
body, and it was only just beginning.
Robert slid the top of Desmera's corset down and revealed her
breasts to the world. Her nipples stuck out, begging to be sucked.
Robert took some time to tease the young noble woman, before
leaning down to latch onto her breasts.
The little moan coming from her body was Robert's reward. He gave
another suck and received another moan in response. He rolled his
hand down the side of her leg. Robert slowly figured out all of the
spots on Desmera's form which caused her pleasure.
Weakness was not something Desmera encountered very often.
Given the family that she belonged, weakness was considered a
luxury that she was not entitled to. Still, with this particular
weakness, came its own reward.
"Please!" Desmera begged him.
Robert's hand edged over Desmera's legs and felt the smooth
softness. Her silky stockings were captured in Robert's grip as he
slowly moved closer towards her. Desmera's breathing quickened
the further that Robert moved his way over her. His fingers dipped
between the thighs of the pale beauty.
He moved around and started to kiss Desmera's body. Her corset
was ripped off, to revealing the supple and nubile body. Her pale skin
glistened in the light coming from the torches that illuminated the
chamber. It lightly dripped with sweat and arousal from what the King
did to her.
"I can't wait to taste you," Robert stated in a raspy voice.
Desmera felt that the feeling was more than mutual. Robert slid her
panties down to reveal her smooth pussy that was dripping with so
much moisture.
Robert could feel his mouth watering at the thought of what he
wanted to do to the young Lady Bolton. And there was a lot that he
could do with her. He moved closer towards Desmera and spread
her thighs to reveal her dripping womanhood.
"Such a beautiful pussy!" Robert hissed.
Robert's tongue struck a high note and Desmera reached up and
gave a daring grab to the back of Robert's head. The handsome face
of this god-like man was buried between her thighs, eating her pussy
out. His tongue knew the exact spots to hit, and strike while his
cropped beard tickled the skin of her nether regions. In that moment,
all that Desmera could do was just hang on and more importantly,
enjoy the ride.
And it was a hell of a ride to enjoy. Desmera kept rising and falling
on the bed while her fingers lightly squeezed the back of Robert's
head.
"Deeper!" Desmera begged.
She came when Robert's tongue vibrated as far inside Desmera as
humanly possible. Robert held onto the girl's legs as he slowly
shifted deep in between her thighs.
Each moment of pussy eating drove Desmera closer over to the
edge. Her hips jerked up from the bed and dropped down. Robert
drove his tongue deeper and then pulled it out of her.
Eventually, Robert pulled back and surveyed his handiwork. He
started to remove his tunic, but Desmera reached up to grab his
hand.
"No, allow me."
Desmera said and sat up despite still recovering from a hell of an
orgasm, before grabbing Robert by the tunic and pulled him into a
deep and passionate kiss. The taste of herself lingering on Robert's
lips made Desmera really hot. She pushed back slightly in order to
allow herself to remove the King's tunic.
The Lady of the Dreadfort mounted Robert's lap and pressed her
breasts up against him, before kissing him even more. Robert laid
back on the bed, and Desmera pulled back at him with a smile.
Positioned perfectly to worship her lover, Desmera went in for the
kill. A series of kisses caused Robert to close his eyes and feel the
moment. He reached in and grabbed the back of Desmera's head,
encouraging her to keep up what she was doing. Desmera leaned in
closer and sucked the side of Robert's neck before pulling back.
More hot kisses came down the side of Robert's neck, to his
collarbone, and his chest as well. Desmera stroked Robert's well defined abs, before kissing it. Her breasts slid down over his crotch,
which she could feel growing in his tight breeches.
The daughter of the late Roose Bolton slid a hand into Robert's
breeches and grabbed onto his crotch, while squeezing him with a
smile on her face.
"Oh, the Aunty Barbrey and Lady Mormont did not understate certain
things, I see," she said.
"You'd be surprised by how often I hear that," Robert replied with a
smug smile.
With a returning smile, Desmera unveiled Robert's throbbing
erection for the world. Her silky black hair formed a curtain on her
face. She took her tongue around his cock, experimenting it. Robert
tasted her, so now it was time for Desmera to taste him. Her tongue
caressed every last inch of Robert's engorged cock and moved it
deep inside of her mouth.
Desmera cupped Robert's balls and moved down to the base. She
sucked the base and slipped the balls into her mouth.
"You were born to do this," Robert groaned.
A suction-like effect formed around Robert's balls from Desmera's
warm lips, sucking on him. She slowly kissed his balls and moved all
the way down. She worshiped the head, the length, and anything
else of Robert's that she could get her mouth and hands on.
Robert grabbed two hands full of Desmera's hair and made her
bottom out on his cock. Desmera responded by giving Robert an
extremely sloppy but deep throated blowjob. Her mouth wrapped
around Robert's massive cock and then came all the way.
"Fuck!" Robert groaned.
Desmera pushed down his cock and drew it from her mouth.
"If you insist."
Desmera replied and climbed on top of Robert before lowering her
pussy down on his hard, throbbing member. Robert reached in and
grabbed Desmera's hips and slowly inched his cock towards her. Her
warm nether lips caressed the tip of Robert's cock.
The two of them met together at the center, with Desmera easing her
womanhood down on Robert's mighty meat spear one single inch at
a time. She almost bottomed out on Robert's engorged member. She
slowly rose up off of the bed and then dropped down onto Robert's
mighty cock. Her thighs smacked down onto Robert, sending great
sensations between the two of them.
It was inside her, somehow, slowly burying its way inside of her body.
Desmera rolled her hips and then tilted back before planting herself
firmly on Robert's cock. He grabbed onto her hips with Desmera
raising and lowing on him. Her breasts hung tantalizing several
inches away from Robert's face. There wasn't anything Robert could
do, other than suck Desmera's beautiful breasts.
"Mmmm!" Desmera moaned hotly.
Robert's face guided between her round, supple breasts. She
bounced even higher and higher. The sucking of her generous tits
continued and Robert also squeezed her ample ass. Desmera rose
up off of the bed and stretched her pussy around Robert's hard,
throbbing cock.
Her inner pussy muscles contracted the moment that Robert pushed
his massive member deeper inside of Desmera. She bounced up
and down, squeezing on his cock. A nice and pleasurable feeling
centred around Desmera's body. Robert touched her body and
pumped himself into her inside. The pleasure exploded through her
body. Desmera's heated loins rubbed up and down on Robert's cock
and filled up her tight pussy with him.
The warmth surrounding Desmera's loins surrounded Robert's cock
as well. He cupped Desmera's breasts, squeezing them together,
before moving down to grab her hips. Desmera held Robert's head
and encouraged his sucking of her breasts.
"I think you're going to drive me mad, your grace," Desmera moaned
passionately.
Robert just smiled and reached behind Desmera, taking a handful of
ass. She squeezed down on his cock in response. Robert's spear
pushed deeper inside of Desmera's body. The slapping of flesh and
the pleasure involved made the two of them feel really good.
"Yes, very mad," Robert said. "Mad with lust."
A single light squeeze of her nipple shot Desmera over the edge.
She slammed her hips down onto Robert and kept riding him. His
thick balls bounced up against her waiting pussy. Another excellent
orgasm shot through Desmera's body and made her feel very good.
"Again," Desmera said. "Don't stop, please, I beg of you, don't stop,
mighty King."
Robert's member slammed into Desmera's warm, succulent depths.
Her hips ground down on his cock and squeezed it hard. She sprung
up and came down on his manhood with several lifts and lowers on
Robert while he pushed her back down.
Another orgasm causing Desmera's dazed feeling to increase
further. Robert latched his mouth around her nipple and sucked it
which brought her back to life. He held onto the Lady of the
Dreadfort and drove himself into the depths of her dripping sex.
Every moment that Robert pushed into her, Desmera found herself
feeling new sensations.
Robert lightly caressed her breasts, just enough to send jolts of
pleasure through her body. Desmera thrashed up and down on
Robert's throbbing cock in order to milk him as much as humanly
possible. Her warm thighs slapped down onto Robert's.
"I can make you as cum as many times as I want," Robert said. "And
I bet that it won't take much, will it?"
One light touch at the base of her neck sent Desmera flying over the
edge and she nodded while moving up and down.
"Ride my cock," Robert said. "Show me how grateful you are for my
aid."
Desmera ground her body up against Robert's. Her hips rose up and
dropped down with a solid smack. Robert held onto her backside
when she dropped and lowered down on the bed. He pushed his
member inside of her body and buried as much of his thick length
inside of her as possible.
"That's it, cum for me again!"
Oh, that spot on the side of her leg, shot Desmera over the edge
while she kept riding Robert's cock. Two huge, swollen balls pressed
up against Desmera and teased her.
"YES!"
Robert drove his entire cock inside of Desmera in response to her
scream and made sure that she felt it. Desmera drove her hips down
onto his hard cock.
She could feel every single inch of that engorged cock, and it was
splitting her in half. Desmera pushed herself all the way up off of
Robert's cock and dropped down onto him. Her warm centre
engulfed him and dropped down to the ground. Robert stretched out
her pussy, feeling the pleasure.
Robert worked her through many more orgasms with his hard
pounding. He held Desmera up and ensured she kept going down on
his cock. It was a very intense speed between the two of them, but
Robert held her in place.
"Cum again," Robert said.
Desmera came and drove herself down onto Robert.
Time ground by and constant orgasms passed. Robert's balls
swelled up and moved closer and closer to their edge. He made sure
to hold onto Desmera and allow her to pump down onto him.
"You want all of this cum inside you," Robert said.
Her body craved the gift of buckets full of cum buried inside of her
body. Desmera drove herself down on Robert's cock and squeezed
him with her centre. She channelled all of her strength in her inner
pussy muscles, trying to milk Robert's member that was inside of
her.
Robert pushed inside of Desmera and started to fill her body with his
cum. The feeling of release, stored up for quite some time, filled
Desmera's warm pussy. The intense pleasure of having his cock
slammed into tight and amazing sheath of female flesh made Robert
empty every last drop inside of Desmera's waiting body.
The moment that Desmera had been blessed by Robert's explosion,
she saw stars. Her body bounced but made sure to drain every last
drop of cum. Both of them must have cum for a long time.
'King Robert spoke truly. I am more indebted to him now that I was
before coming here,' was the last thought on her mind, before she
passed out with a smile on her face and satisfaction between her
thighs.