Chapter 5 - Enjoying Seafood (18+)

It was well into the evening now and the feast was going on. Orys was honestly surprised that the North who struggles to make ends meet with food and grain due to the brittle soil over here, were able to host a feast. And the food wasn't half bad. It might be simple, but it was still tasty.

Orys currently sat beside his betrothed, Lady Sansa. She was making doe eyes at him and blushing every time she even looked at him, but there was a lot of lust hidden behind those cute eyes. And he was going to bring it out for his own pleasure.

He was in a conversation with Robb Stark and quickly found out that the man was still an idiot. He still hoped to find love, even though his father had told him multiple times that Lords and Ladies do not have the choice. He understood this, but Orys knew that his mindset could change should he find a woman he loves.

Though one surprising development was what he picked out from Ned Stark's mind. Apparently, there had been a slight change at the end of the rebellion. When Ned arrived at the Tower of Joy with his entourage and was stopped by the King's Guard, Lyanna had used the chance to escape from the Tower and head towards Dragonstone on the sole ship they had there. Arthur Dayne had accompanied her while Ser Gerold, Ser Oswell, and Prince Lewyn Martell sacrificed their lives to help them escape to Essos. Ned found out about this from the wet nurse who had stayed behind and had blurted it out in fear of being killed.

Things were going to tough when the Targs return. His spy network had already spread to Essos and till now only the news of Viserys Targaryen visiting whore houses was coming through. This means that the Targs are already in Illyrio and Varys' protection or they have extremely good guards. The first one seemed more likely.

He did not have to worry; he would take care of the when the time comes.

But right now, he was focusing on another objective, which Stark woman should he take to his bed first. He had debated it all evening and had finally come to the conclusion of bedding Catelyn Stark first since he would have time to bed Sansa and Arya later on the road or in the Red Keep.

He was broken out of his thougths when he saw a piece of food coming towards the lady beside him. He simply stretched out his hand and caught it. This shocked the younger Stark girl but the older one looked at him with admiration as well as submission. She then turned towards her sister and gave her a smug look. Ned Stark saw the exchange between the two and had Robb escort the younger Stark sister to her room.

After that the feast remained uneventful save for him speaking to Sansa and trying to work his magic with her, causing her to turn beet red. He would also let his finger wander here and there and he could see that Sansa was enjoying it.

"Orys, come over here." his mother called and he immediately answered.

They started talking, he, the queen, and Lady Catelyn, over the various things that happened over the past few days of the trip. After a few exchanges, the conversation turned into one-sided flirting between Cat and Orys, causing the queen to be amused while the Stark matriarch blushed like a young school girl in front of her crush. Lord Stark was discussing with Vayon Poole, while the queen's brothers were talking about something unimportant, so no one could see what they were doing. After a while, it became too much for Catelyn as she was starting to have impure thoughts regarding the prince and her. His sculpted body and addictive charm became too much for her. Though it was also because of Orys utilizing Voldemort's skill in Sex Magic. That was how the bastard survived in Slytherin as a muggle-born, by seducing pure-blood ladies.

"I apologise my queen, my prince, but I am not feeling that well so I shall be retiring early this evening," she spoke in a low voice.

"Worry not Lady Catelyn, I myself am retiring early, let me escort you to your chamber," Orys replied with a charming smile on his face, causing a certain wetness to manifest between Catelyn's legs. She did not refuse his good will since it would be perceived as an insult to the crown and she did not want that.

On the way to her room, Orys took every opportunity to manhandle her curvaceous body and enjoyed the squirming of the woman in his arms as he snaked his arms around her waist and gently caressed her.

Arriving at her chambers, the man did not wait a moment longer and immediately started kissing her while his hands wandered throughout her body. The woman tried to say 'This is not good' and 'We should not be doing this', but when she said that as she was undressing him and rubbing her body against him, words kind of lose their meaning.

Soon, the two were in her chambers with the highborn and noble lady on her knees, in front of the fireplace trying to undo his pants and free his cock out. While she had carefully undressed him, he had just ripped off her clothing and tossed it into the fireplace.

When she saw it, Catelyn licked her lips and felt herself moisten even more. There was Orys Baratheon's cock at full length, a pillar of virility unlike anything in the Seven Kingdoms. So strong and beautiful just like the rest of her beloved prince, it was thick and powerful, something that no woman could ever look away from.

"Sprrtt! Mnnggh! *gulp gulp...gulp!*"

After some time, the red-haired slut was being used as just a hole for the pleasure of the prince as he dragged on his cock again and again as the bitch choked and gagged on it. Tears leaked out of her eyes due to the massive member of the future king making its way down her gullet. She loved every second of it.

Soon the two moved to the bed where the Lady of Winterfell kept on muttering things about the Seven and stuff as her prince plowed her through the night. He had to admit that she was very tight. Even after giving birth to 5 children. No wonder Eddard Stark did not mind getting married to her instead of Ashara Dayne.

The two continued rutting through the night as the prince filled every hole of Lady Stark, unaware of the pair of eyes watching them from the window.