Arya Stark/Asha Greyjoy
Chapter 46: Arya Stark/Asha Greyjoy
The King of Westeros was once again dreaming of long past night of
passion shared with his long departed, She-wolf, when a sudden
sensation jolted Robert out of his dreams. As the haze of sleep
dissipated completely, Robert found himself wrapped inside of
something warm, and it took him a few more seconds to realize that
someone was rocking her hips up and down on his crotch. Sliding
his manhood inside of her wet and eager pussy, riding him like the
prized stallion that he was.
"Good, you're finally awake… Although it doesn't take that much to
wake certain part of you up."
The vision of beauty who was riding him stated cheekily and Robert
was not too surprised to learn that it was none other than Arya Stark.
Ever since he had claimed the girl during his hunt, Arya had been
one of the most enthusiastic mistresses that he ever had. Her youth
and brash attitude quickly endearing the young She-wolf to both him
and more importantly, his cock.
'Dreams of one She-wolf turn into reality with another She-wolf, the
truly strange twists of fate,' the Baratheon King mused to himself.
Oh, and the sliding of those warm wet walls, against his cock felt
amazing. And Arya's body, her lovely, nubile body caused Robert's
mind to enter a state of eternal pleasure as she proceeded to ride
him a little bit harder.
"Were you going to bother to wake me up?" Robert asked. "And ask
for my permission?"
"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that term," Arya said with feigned
confusion upon her features, which soon turned into a teasing smirk
as she rocked her hips up.
'Truly, she is Lyanna reborn,' Robert thought, amused by her snarky
attitude.
Robert groped Arya's chest while she descended down onto them.
Her pale northern complexion glistened with a sheen of sweat and
arousal. Every time that she dropped down onto Robert, she took the
older man just a little bit deeper inside of her. His groaning only
increased, the faster and quicker that Arya dropped down onto him.
She really did a good job of milking him.
"Not yet, your grace."
Arya stated before pulling away and turning around, giving Robert a
perfect view of her tantalizing backside. Robert dove forward,
grabbing Arya around the waist and plunging a little bit into her. The
King's manhood ground up against her, causing the She-wolf to just
cry out in pleasure. He was almost inside of her, Arya's inner lips
practically calling for Robert the second that he pushed into her.
Robert plowed the young girl into the bed. She wanted to take
liberties with her King without seeking his blessing? Well then,
Robert was going to use Arya as he saw fit, in return. To be fair, the
dark-haired Stark girl did not raise any protest on this matter as well.
Especially when Robert tightened his grip around her hips and
plunged further into her.
"How do you like this?" Robert growled, feeling her soft flesh under
his callused hands.
"PERFECT!"
Arya screamed out her response as Robert hammered inside of her.
He rode her, getting closer and closer to the orgasm, only for Robert
to pull out at the last minute.
Turnabout was fair play as Robert decided to tease Arya as much as
possible. He slowly tortured her by grinding his manhood against her
lower back without penetrating Arya in any way. Several rotating
movements of Robert's hips caused Arya to stain him. And then
Robert pulled away from sliding almost into Arya one more time.
Arya used her fingers to grip the edge of the sheets, while breaking
out into a cry of pleasure. A little bit deeper, with Robert working
himself in rotating motions against Arya until he was very nearly
inside of her, stuffing her full of his mighty meat spear. One inch at a
time until Robert was balls deep inside of her.
The second time inside of her proved to be more pleasurable than
the first time and Arya flexed her inner muscles at Robert's cock,
moaning hard the deeper that he drove into her body.
Robert sped up, getting Arya almost all the way to the end. On all
fours, Arya looked like a vision of beauty and Robert marveled at the
sight.
"YES! FUCK ME LIKE A WOLF!"
Arya yelled excitedly as the incredible stamina exhibited by Robert
got Arya off and extremely excited. And her need to have a piece of
him only increased. She squeezed Robert, tightening a little bit until
he almost reached the end.
Robert pulled out at the last second to stave off his orgasm and
pulled Arya into the hotseat position, hands firmly upon the tight She-
wolf's ass.
"Get that cock back in me," Arya demanded irately.
Robert hesitated, deciding to go for Arya's nice supple breasts and
her even more supple ass instead. He pushed against Arya, rocking
up against her several times over. Robert leaned in, dancing down
the side of Arya's neck with multiple kisses, and light, subtle sucks to
the side of her neck.
"When, I'm good and ready, girl," Robert breathed. "When, I'm good
and ready."
It was time to remind Arya who was in charge. And when he was
good and ready, Arya would be nice and ready to take Robert. She
very nearly engulfed Robert inside of her body, rocking inside of her
body.
A little bit deeper, but not quite. Finally, Robert brought Arya down
completely and penetrated her, pushing her to the limit.
"GOOODS! FUCK!"
Arya screamed, feeling as if Robert had split her in half. Not that it
was a bad feeling to be honest. Robert planted Arya up and down,
sliding her warm walls down onto him and filling her completely up to
the point of no return.
"Oooh!" Arya moaned.
"How do you like that?" Robert growled in her ear.
"MORE! GIVE ME MORE!"
Robert picked up the pace, driving deeper into Arya, in answer to her
passionate pleas. He held her arms back and fucked her vigorously.
"What do you think that you should get when you sneak into the
King's bedchamber and try to fuck him without his permission?"
Robert asked. "You need to learn some manners and discipline, girl.
And since your parents have failed to teach you, then the task falls to
me."
"You're right. Fuck me to your heart's content and grant me
immeasurable pleasure," Arya replied. "Because… that will teach me
for sure!"
The sarcasm in Arya's voice faded out as she screamed for more.
Robert stuffed her completely full, the weight of his swollen balls
resting against her. Robert edged Arya a little bit further, slowing
down just enough.
Arya who was down on all fours, had now been bent over the
headboard of the bed. Robert grabbed onto Arya's hips, rearing
back, and slammed into her body.
"OHH! YOU FUCKING ANIMAL!"
"TAKE ME, YOU BASTARD!"
The extremely vocal and filthy speech of his partner egged Robert
on. And with several tight, intense thrusts together, Robert really
went to town on Arya, stretching her pussy out.
"You have to be getting tired," Arya breathed, when she began the
feel the first effects of her fatigue while the King showed no such
signs.
Robert almost pushed Arya over the headboard. But she clung on
with all her strength as Robert picked up the pace, with more thrusts.
Arya's entire mind was hit with orgasm after orgasm. Each one
causing her body more pleasure than the last. Each one sending
tremors, shock-waves of pleasure deep into Arya's being the faster
that Robert drove into her.
"Not yet," Robert growled into Arya's ear. "But, closer than before."
"Mmm, yes," Arya purred in his ear. "Give it to me!"
Oh, and Robert did give it to her, rocking her even more. He drew
out Arya's climax for as long as possible. Those tight, wet walls
clamping down on Robert could spell the end of him, if he was not
careful. He just had to hold back, hold back long enough for Arya to
cum first.
The She-wolf's vice tightened around his member and saturated him
with juices. Robert who was now completely soaked, pushed deep
into Arya. Her wild, tangled dark locks plastered against her sweaty
face making the young Stark girl look as sexy as hell.
Robert filled Arya's womb up with a huge blast of seed. Robert, his
fingers sliding down against Arya's body, pushed further and faster
inside of her, rocking her almost to the edge and making her cum
two more times before Robert completely finished.
Pulling away from her, Arya crawled back and turned around. She
pushed deep against Robert, dragging her nails down Robert's
chest.
"I'm honestly surprised I didn't need to kick Val, the Mormonts, the
Flower maidens or any other among your legion of concubines out of
this bed when I snuck in here, to get this alone time with you," Arya
breathed as she peppered Robert's body with kisses.
"There is no sneaking in the King's chamber, Arya Stark," Robert
answered with a chuckle. "No offense to your skills of sneaking
about but you should know that my guards have standing orders to
grant entry to any of my women to my apartments unless instructed
by me. So next time, instead of jumping and crawling off ledges and
balconies, you may think about just using the door."
"And as for me being alone. Well, I rarely sleep alone but my
bedmate from last night had urgent business to attend which
required to bid her leave before sunrise. Also, I sensed your
approach but decided to just sit back and see what you were up to,"
he added, further educating the youngest Stark girl in the ways of his
harem. "You need to speak with your mother and sister, or any of my
other women for that matter, they will teach you the ways of a King's
mistress."
"Lessons usually bore me. But the lessons that you give me are…
something else entirely so I'll make the effort!" Arya said with
mischievous grin. "Is there a special reward if I do well in them?"
"Oh, Yes, most certainly," another voice chimed in.
"With gowns like those, it's no wonder that my raiders dream of
fucking beauties like yourself, Lady… Princess Sansa," Asha
Greyjoy stated, complimenting the newest member of the royal
family, while both she and Sansa walked towards the King's
chamber.
"Thank you for the kind praise, Lady Greyjoy," Sansa responded
politely with a smile.
The words may have been crude, but the meaning was no less true.
Sansa was indeed dressed as the Princess that she was always
born to be and now due to the favor of her lover and King, she had
finally become. Her gown was made of crushed silk and velvet with
discreet embroidery in gold thread, and like every other outfit that
she owned after becoming the King's mistress, it displayed her body
to best effect. With the added benefit of being easily discardable,
whenever the King deigned to call upon her and take his pleasure.
Though if one was being honest, even one of Sansa's old and
austere dresses from Winterfell would have seemed rich and
luxurious in comparison to Lady Asha's attire which was comprised
of a sea-water stained long coat over a dark blue quilted tunic,
breeches of black wool, a studded belt, and salt-stained high leather
boots.
And yet, like the Mormont warrior maidens and Wildling Spearwives,
Asha possessed a gruff beauty and spirit that King Robert had taken
a shine to, Sansa concluded to herself.
"Tis… no praise, a woman heavy with child never looked so
ravishing," the Lady Reaper of the Iron Isles said, with a lick of her
lips.
The words caused Sansa to beam in pleasure as she thought of
bearing a dark haired, blue eyed, robust son who would grow into a
mighty warrior like his father.
"Do you attend to his grace in this state? Is it safe for the babe?"
Asha asked, her tone laced with both concern and curiosity.
Asha's questions were natural when one looked upon Sansa. The
wife of the Crown Prince wore a dress which left her shoulders and
arms completely bare, and its plunging neckline provided an ample
view of her mouth-watering breasts, which already large seemed to
have doubled in size, as her pregnancy entered its final stages.
"I eagerly do my part in tending to his grace's needs. But with the
time of my child's birth drawing near, King Robert has asked to focus
my energies on caring for the health of my child," Sansa answered
proudly. "After all, my unborn son will be King one day."
"Fortunately, the capital is full of loyal subjects eager to serve the
King's needs," the auburn-haired beauty added.
"I'm sure they are," Asha said with a knowing smirk. "On a separate
note, with all due respect, I was a bit surprised when you showed up
to welcome me at the gates of the Red Keep."
"Understandable, Lady Greyjoy, but your arrival was unexpected,"
Sansa replied back. "Unfortunately, the Queen and other prominent
members of court were otherwise occupied."
"And his grace is still sleeping in his chambers," she explained
further. "He had a very hectic night…."
Asha inferred the new Princess's meaning easily and added a saucy
remark of her own.
"I'm certain is days are quite draining as well," Asha said with a sly
wink, causing both women to break out in a giggle.
As they walked, Asha informed Sansa that she had been conducting
some urgent business for the King in Essos and had promptly sailed
back upon receiving Robert's latest instructions.
Upon arriving at the doors of the King's bedchamber, the guard on
duty informed them that the King was awake but had company.
Namely, the Princess's younger sister, Lady Arya Stark.
The brief surprise upon Sansa's face quickly turned into mild
irritation after learning that Arya had decided to visit his grace.
'Typical Arya! She may be one of the King's new favourites but that
wild brat needs to learn to respect and co-ordinate with the rest of
the royal harem,' Sansa thought to herself. 'I must speak with
mother. She might help reign in Arya's brash impulses.'
"Well, I'm sure his grace won't mind if Lady Asha were to join him.
She has urgent business to discuss with him," Sansa said to the
guard, who merely nodded in agreement knowing better than to
disagree with the King's good-daughter.
"Lady Asha, if you would be kind enough, please ask Arya to come
see me and my mother once she is done here," Sansa asked the
Lady Reaper who promptly agreed to the request before entering the
chamber.
Arya and Robert broke away from the afterglow upon hearing the
opening of the chamber door, just in time to see Asha Greyjoy
standing near the door which she promptly closed after entering. The
Lady Captain eagerly divested herself off her clothes and prowled
towards the bed, in all of her glory.
"The girl got you warmed up, my King," Asha said before moving in
and kissing Robert aggressively on the chest. "But it takes a real
woman to sate a man's appetite."
The teasing words caused Arya features to contort with displeasure
and the She-wolf was ready to pounce on the Greyjoy in retaliation.
But a soothing gesture and look from Robert, calmed Arya's temper
and she settled back down on the bed.
"As pleasing your unannounced arrival is, my Lady Kraken. I'll
interpret your presence as a sign that the task I bequeathed to you
has been completed," Robert asked and Asha confirmed that his will
had been done.
"As per your last message, both the Iron fleet and the sell-sails that I
procured on the crown's behalf in Essos are taking up positions,"
Asha said while slobbering over the King's muscular abs. "All that is
needed now is a signal from you and the attack shall commence."
"Excellent work, Lady Greyjoy," Robert replied with a pleased look
upon his face. "Now, let's see you put those words into action."
Letting out an excited squeal, Asha grabbed Robert's crotch and
smashed her lips against his in a kiss that took Robert's breath away.
It made Robert just grab onto Asha, touching her as much as he
possibly could.
"We will get to that point soon enough," Asha told him. "But first…"
And Robert realized that Asha, using her sexiness as a distraction, to
bind his hands against the headboard. Very slowly, Asha ran a finger
down Robert's chest, stopping just inches away from his crotch.
"You taught us this little game," Asha said saucily. "So, now let us
play, with you taking our place for a change."
"How about it, lady wolf? Want to play?" the Ironborn wench inquired
and the wild Stark maiden jumped at the offered chance.
Asha played with Robert a little bit before pulling away. Asha Greyjoy
and Arya Stark, two very sexy and wild beauties, closed in to engage
with each other.
Robert watched as Asha's lips engulfed that of the younger
woman's, making Arya closed her eyes. Asha explored Arya's body,
with familiarity, and Robert watched as the seasoned raider
assaulted all of Arya's pleasure spots aggressively, making her
Arya's juices flow.
"You know the rules, your grace. But I'll repeat it, just for the sake of
being clear. Can you last an hour without bursting?" Asha said
teasingly to the bound Stag. "If you do, you can fuck me… and do
whatever you want to with me."
He could have snapped those silken bonds with ease and ravaged
Asha. But a part of Robert was both intrigued and excited by the turn
of events and was eager to see how this would play out.
"I thought you would known by now, that challenging me is fool's
proposition," Robert replied, letting the lady captain know that her
challenge had been accepted.
Asha kissed over Arya's body, every now and then, while reaching
over to stroke Robert's manhood. She teased it, slowly, sensually,
almost as if she wanted to build up the load for a very intense
explosion.
Robert closed his eyes, rising a little bit further, with Asha's hand
pressing up against his crotch. Each movement brought Robert a
little bit closer, sliding into the palm of Asha's hand. She closed a fist
around the King's member, before tightening and releasing him a few
more times.
Arya moved over, upon receiving Asha's silent orders through a
subtle gesture, pleasuring Robert's balls with her mouth. Having
Asha stroke him and Arya suck on his balls, replenished his balls in
no time. Any other man would have lost it by now, but Robert was in
a league of his own.
"Well, I knew that you would not be so easy to break."
Asha stated, while climbing all over Robert's body. The soft, yet firm
nature of her skin, that had been tainted by the harsh winds and
salty water of the seas, worked Robert completely over. Asha leaned
in, sucking on Robert's neck while grinding up against him. She held
Robert's hips down, to ensure that Robert did not rise up to
penetrate her.
"He is built to last," Arya said. "But, so savory, down to the last drop."
Arya twirled her tongue against Robert's swollen head, getting a
small taste of him. Robert stretched up, closing in on Arya's lips. Her
soft lips almost parted, to swallow Robert deep between them. Arya
kissed Robert on the tip, sliding his head almost into her mouth
before pulling away from him.
"Down to the very last, succulent drop," Asha added.
Both dark haired beauties crawled over to either side of Robert and
began worshipping his extended meat spear for the next several
minutes. Taking their lips upon his cock, and making it twitch, both
Asha and Arya knew precisely all of the right ways to torment Robert
and make him just breath out in pleasure. Their soft, succulent lips
slid over his cock, sucking him extremely hard.
Alternating sucks combined with soft but firm caresses caused
Robert to double down on his pleasure release. His need to climax
fought with the need to slide inside of Asha. Robert's sigil may have
been a Stag but he had the stubbornness of a bull and was not
about to yield to his wild bedmates.
Endless, and constant warmth spread around Robert's nether
regions as the seconds went by. Slowly, painfully, and sexually, oh
Robert could feel it all building up in him.
"Almost halfway there," Asha said. "But that means you have a half
of an hour to go."
Asha took Robert into her mouth and sucked on him hard for several
minutes. It was borderline torture, trying to hold back, and trying to
avoid cumming in Robert's mouth. Adding to Robert's woes, Arya's
hand rubbed down his thighs before moving to grab his balls in order
to milk them.
"That's it, my King, show this kraken bitch how great you truly are,"
Arya said. "I know you can win this challenge; you just need the right
motivation."
And to further demonstrate her point, Arya got behind Asha and
started stroking her body. Reminding Robert all of the wonders that
he could explore, if he held out the hour.
Deciding to distract himself from his sexual frustration, Robert's
hazed mind came to the realization that Asha's little game was a
perfect way for him to hone his endurance and self-control skills.
"Wolf girl, be a dear and fetch the vial in the pocket of my coat. If
we're going to tease the King, let's do it properly," Asha said to Arya,
who surprisingly did not respond with a snarky comeback but instead
did as asked.
Robert witnessed Arya massaging Asha's legs and feet, slathering it
with oil down to the last drop. And Asha did the same to Arya,
causing Robert's erection to nearly hit the ceiling.
'Gods, I'm going to plunder this Ironborn bitch so hard that it will
make the sack of the Isles seem tame,' Robert thought to himself as
the need to release his load, grew several folds due to their new
taunting tactic.
Their oiled-up toes and soles rubbed up against Robert's length,
which was followed by their legs pushing against him. The slickness
of the oils saturated Robert's cock, making him throb. The two of
them performed a very intense and aggressive double footjob on
Robert, with their feet all oiled up.
Robert drooled at their beautiful legs touching each other, with his
manhood throbbing up. His limits were certainly being tested, being
toyed with, as Asha dragged her big toe down a vein of Robert's
cock.
Despite the fact that Arya wrapped her soles around his cock to jerk
him off while Asha rubbed her toes against his balls, Robert proved
that his will was forged of steel as he kept himself from blowing his
load.
"Guess there is some truth to those tales of you being a God," Asha
said, impressed by the King's stamina and self-control. "But, surely,
you would like nothing better than to cum all over our feet. And watch
us, in excitement, when we slowly suck on each other's toes."
"It would be hot sight without doubt," Arya said, expressing her
views. "I'm sure that his grace would love to see our legs just
dripping with his thick, juicy cum."
Oh, Robert felt like he had been waging a battle for hours without
rest as both of these lovely women took turns testing his stamina
with their feet. His cock angrily throbbed, balls full of cum.
"Almost there," Asha informed Robert as both women switched
tactics and now used their hands and mouths to tease his member.
Whether it was the time he had to hold, or his orgasm, Robert could
not say. His balls tightened and Robert went into a deep meditation
exercise, in order to try and hold out. Asha and Arya took turns
milking Robert's cock and balls.
Surely an hour had to be closing it. Robert groaned, as the tightening
of his loins became near unbearable.
"One minute," Asha updated Robert.
Damn it, Robert just had to hold on, he was so close to the finish.
Asha jerked him off even faster, the oils from her hand allowing her
to perform a slick handjob.
"You are such a powerful man, thinking that you won't cum," Asha
said, desperate to win her little challenge after realizing that the King
would actually pull it off. "But, look at my mouth, King Robert. You
want to cum inside of it, don't you?"
'Come on, just a little bit further,' Robert mentally instructed himself.
'Ignore Asha's mouth, ignore her hands, ignore Arya's feeling up his
body. Just ignore everything, block it out.'
"And that's time," Arya chirped excitedly. "Congratulations, my King."
Upon hearing that declaration, the tension in Robert's body burst
along with the pleasure of his groin and he showered both Asha and
Arya with his orgasm. The two women dripped from Robert's intense,
vigorous explosion of seed.
Asha hung on, jerking Robert off, while Arya milked his balls. They
had been covered, dripping wet with his seed.
The two women made out on the bed, sharing Robert's seed
between them, and slowly, sexily cleaning each other off. He
watched Arya suck the white discharge off of Asha's breast before
the two women pulled apart from each other.
"My turn," Robert grunted as he yanked Asha underneath him.
"Looks like I need to make you my salt bitch once again."
"You'll never think of challenging me ever again, Lady Greyjoy," the
King added as he took the plunge within wet folds and began
ravaging her body savagely, with an excited Arya fingering herself to
the sight.
After a few vigorous shoves inside the Ironborn reaver, Robert pulled
out of Asha and left her on the bed. Asha poked her tongue out,
showing Robert all of the cum that she had collected and swallowed
it without any shame.
"Stand."
Asha obeyed her King's command and immediately stood. Before
she could gain her bearings, Robert grabbed Asha by the hips,
shoving her against the wall. He grabbed Asha's chest and mauled
her mounds, causing her to break out in cries of pleasure. Her
mature, yet youthful body squirmed against Robert's perfectly toned
form. He pinned her up against the wall, mauling her breasts and
sucking on them.
"These are all for you," Asha breathed heavily in between sucks.
"And this… this is all for you too."
And ground her dripping, wet pussy against Robert's stiff cock, to
entice him.
Robert spread her thighs and felt the insane amount of juices
running down then from her pussy. He put his finger inside of Asha
and pushed, just a little bit deeper. Asha's eyes glazed over in
pleasure from Robert pushing into her.
"You want me inside you?" Robert said teasingly.
Asha had her fun with her little game and now it was Robert's turn.
"Yes, it's time," Asha said. "You've earned it by winning the game. I
was already your salt wife, now put a greenlander babe in my belly."
"So, that's what your little challenge was really about?" Robert said,
finally understanding the Lady Reaper's intent.
"Do it as reward for my service. Past, present and future," Asha
stated, trying to get him to grant her desire. "For what I did in Essos
and am about to do. My raiders will make quick work of your foes,
with me leading the charge."
"Very well," Robert replied with a randy smile. "Hells, it'll be one hell
of a conception story for the little Stag that I about to put in you."
With those words, Robert reared back and speared his cock deep
inside of Asha's body.
"OOH… FUCKS! THAT'S IT!"
Asha screamed as her tight walls almost squeezed the life out of
Robert's member. He had to situate his hands on her hips, to push
back a little bit more. Rocking back, Robert gained some momentum
as he pushed Asha's body, almost through the wall.
Asha locked her legs around Robert, crying out in passion and in
endless pleasure. Oh, Robert just touched all of the right spots inside
of her and drove down completely. The weight of his balls, hitting
Asha at all of the right angles caused her to cry out in pleasure.
Robert put his fingers on Asha's nipples and squeezed them, very
hard.
"Y-yes!" Asha breathed in his ear. "Fuck me… deeper… harder…
faster…. ooooh yes!"
Robert pumped himself deep into Asha with multiple, vigorous
thrusts. He knew all of the ways to get Asha's juices flowing. She
clamped down onto his manhood, breathing in heavily. Her nails
raked over Robert's back, allowed him to go deeper and deeper
inside of her. He slowed down, just long enough to make Asha feel it.
Asha closed her eyes, burning up from the lack of touching. Robert
teased her body, milking her breasts and making her exhale very
deeply.
The hours of teasing came off to this one moment, where Robert
buried himself deep inside of Asha. He pushed into her body, rocking
her hard against the wall. The weight of his balls, slapping against
Asha's thighs increased her lust.
"Don't hold back on me," Robert said.
He squeezed Asha's ass to give him more leverage when sinking
into her. Her walls, so gloriously tight, almost as tight as a teenage
virgin's, pressed up against him. Those inner muscles would have
blown Robert's mind, had he been an inexperienced green boy who
was easily wowed by such a beautiful and dangerous woman.
Robert was confident enough to admit that while those walls felt nice
repeatedly wrapping around his pulsing manhood, he was in control
here. He knew it, and so did Asha, and she relished the moment.
"Oooh, take me… deeper… bury your seed in me!" Asha breathed.
Asha's body practically taunted him. Robert slowed down the thrusts,
and spun Asha around, so she pressed against the wall facing it.
This allowed Robert to rub his cock against her back and tease her
ass cheeks before sinking into her one more time.
The deep moaning, the hard breathing, brought on from the hard
fucking, made Robert swell up. The aching desire to cum spread
through Robert's body, the deeper that he pushed into Asha, with her
tight walls wrapping around him.
Asha closed her eyes, almost weak in the knees from pleasure.
Robert knew how to touch all of the spots, and cause her to become
wet and weak. More pleasure had been drawn out, with Asha
cranking her walls around him, getting closer.
"You need to let that all go," Asha said. "I know there will be plenty
more."
"Just one more time. I want to feel you cum just one more time,"
Robert whispered hoarsely.
The curling of her toes, the warmth spreading through her body, and
the release of her loins, splattering the intruding member inside of
her body. Robert pressed up against her womb, pressing deeper and
deeper inside of her, grabbing her and practically riding her into the
wall.
Robert rode Asha again and again into the wall. She had been
positioned facing him, her eyes meeting his. Her mouth hung open in
pleasure as Robert dominated her body. The weight of his balls
getting intense.
"The time has come," Asha said.
"When I'm good and ready."
Robert answered, satisfied that he had got Asha successfully thirsty
for his seed, plowing deep into the woman. Her body left trails of
juices and sweat down the wall. Robert brushed a finger through her
sweat and cum soaked dark locks and nibbled on her shoulder which
made Asha just melt like butter.
Asha, channelled all of her strength into her inner muscles,
squeezing Robert to the edge. He groaned, rocking inside of her
body.
Robert filled up Asha with several blasts of seed, blasting the insides
of her body with spurt after spurt of seed. Asha grabbed onto his
shoulder, and moaned, allowing Robert to fill her up, and dominate
her with multiple vigorous thrusts.
The moment that the two finished alongside each other, Asha
collapsed down to the ground. A trail of cum leaked down to the floor.
Robert bent down and scooped her up.
Asha's eyes broke open, and Robert leaned in, whispering in her
ear.
"I gave you a royal bastard but we're not done yet."
A feeling of desire spread through Asha and she dripped with
anticipation from what would happen next.