kingslandings 2( Warning 18+)

Alan entered, closing the door behind him, to see his soon to be wife seated in a padded chair by the hearth, reading a book. Where she had acquired a book in the first place? ow shit... That's my note book ... which I kept the names and addresses of my women throughout the city. damn it I should have hide it properly.

Well, cats out of the bags and she would have figured it out anyway.

"What language is this Alan?" She asked in curious manner.

Alan sighed in relief, because those are written in English and not in common tongue.

Alan approached Janna and kissed her on the top of her head, so as not to break her concentration.

"I'll make sure to teach you when have the time my love." Alan replied.

Her Brown eyebrows were pushed together, causing small wrinkles to appear on her otherwise smooth face. She looks little bit angry or something like that. Her honey-brown hair was in a braid over one shoulder, her usual preference, and the fire made the small blue flecks stand out in her otherwise brown eyes.

Alan let his vision trace down her somewhat prominent jaw, leading to a pointed chin. Even now, She was married to Ser John Fossoway for over three year, But her husband had a unfortunate horse accident and after several months being bedridden Ser John Fossoway died in 291 AC. Thus she became a widow at a very early age. Her father in law is still alive.

Only if Alan were reborn into some great house. He surely could have married janna first. But fate played in a different twist on him and her.

She even confessed to him that she successfully killed her husband after he had his horse accident. Just to cover up our child.

With John Fossoway's death nobody questioned the legitimacy of her/Our daughter Leonette Fossoway heir to House Fossoway. My daughter is currently at Highgarden with her grandmother's care.

I know she's going to become as beautiful as her mother. if not more.

And he could not imagine a more comely face. He also could not help but let his gaze drift lower, admiring the generous cleavage shown by her thick shift. Eventually she put the notebook on a nearby table and looked up at him.

"Alan, surely you must have better things to do than admire my tits. There are certainly more impressive ones in this castle alone." Even though Alan felt taken aback, he refused to show it. This was all a part of the game she played. It's a open secret that Alan Winters fucks different women every night. And it's not his fault that they get injured in the process.

He still shudder at the thought how well she planned and succeeded in killing her late husband. In all accounts John Fossoway was good man just a bit annoying that's all. So he's fearing her is not something he can help It.

"On the contrary, my lady. While some might be larger, these are clearly the finest breasts in all Westeros," he said as he guided her out of the chair before brushing her robe and shift down her shoulders to expose her shapely teats and rosy pink nipples.

Janna remained silent at the complement, but quickly seemed to give up any protests as Alan began to caress her.

It's has been Nearly three years they got this close to each other. Even though She came to the capital a week's ago. Well, a lot of highborn noble woman are currently in the capital. For two important reasons ofcourse.

1. The current King Robert Baratheon is unmarried. And many wants to try their luck in becoming the queen of the seven kingdoms.

2. Or to find another a good marriage. A wel accomplished man that contributed in the war. And made a name for himself.

But none them come to The capital for directly claiming me, Except the woman currently in front him.

After palming each breast and giving each nipple a twist between his fingers, he slowly began to work his hands down her smoothly sculpted stomach. She responded in kind, stroking softly down his muscular back and across his shoulders, large and taut from training at swords for years. Her fingers traced his scars with special care. His lips met her sternum, before teasing each peak of her breasts with his tongue. Janna let her satisfaction be known by making a rough moan as his tongue circled her nipples, which seemed more sensitive than they usually were. Not that Alan minded.

The robe was already on the ground around her, The usual green tyrall style robe, but the shift was caught on her wide hips. With a little assistance from his palms, it slipped over the firm curve of her arse, leaving her bare.

Normally at this point Alan would be guiding her to his bed, or perhaps giving her a lord's kiss while she stood in front of the fire with her hands fisted in his hair, but her reactions to his oral ministrations of her chest kept his mouth rooted to its spot. Every lick, nibble, and kiss extracted more heated cries of passion from his lady, until he squeezed one of her teats tightly, something she often particularly enjoyed.

Instead of another moan, Alan heard a yelp and was knocked back on his arse, his face stinging.

"Janna! What was that for?"

"It was good until it wasn't," Janna replied simply. Her face was cold with displeasure, but rapidly softened at the sight of Alan splayed out on the floor. "My breasts are more sensitive than usual, so while that felt nice, you can't be as rough with them as you like."

Alan's confusion evaporated and his face returned to his normal, somber expression. Her romantic sides That was something he always appreciated about his soon to be wife, or rather anyone of the women he fucked, their straightforwardness in situations that would make most highborn ladies cringe and shy away. At least, situations where he thought they would. Although he didn't lain with many highborn lady. Only six if he count Janna as well. Lady Anya Wynwood, Lysa Tully, Lady Maege , Edythe Goodbrook young wedowed Aunt of Laymond Goodbrook, Arena Mooton niece of Lord Mooton, And Elayne Lychester daughter of lord Laymond Lychester. All them were his direct neighbor of his castle Harranhall and it's territory and along side the land he inherited from the house Whent.

(((Flash back)))))

But last three women caused me a lot of problem when they were found in bed Two weeks ago. I mean seriously ... I was drunked .... everyone was as well. But even if in my drunken state I'm sure that I Alan Winters would not lay my hands on a woman with bad intention. And their is three women whom being raped according to their family. which is shocking and confusing whom forced whom. But the situation is worse, it was just single woman then marrying her would solved the problem. But they were three, and I can't have three wives at the same time. So they wanted my head instead as compensation for the humiliation I inflicted on their woman and for violating the guest right. And Robert Baratheon as king can not ignore their plight.

But when Robert Baratheon inquired about the incident, And asked the noble ladies about the rape thingy, if it was actually true or not? The ladies stayed silent, and their family did not back down until they get their justice. I know their is a bigger play is going on and it's seems a large portion of them. Unless they wouldn't.

The three respective Riverland Houses are Targaryen loyalist. They sided with Raegar Targaryen at trident. I was struck in their scheme and they demanded justice to Robert to create

And thus they leveled as a criminal for having intercourse with three noble woman. Even though I didn't.

But I've better cards to play . Thus I demanded a trial by combat in the eyes of Gods and Men. And they choosed the trial as trial by seven. Which they countered by knowing that they have better chance at winning if they thought that if they were to have more numbers as They would have their advantage. Rules

As with a normal trial by combat, the accused and accuser each have to pick six other champions - though each also has the option to not fight in person but to name a seventh man as their personal champion. A trial by seven ends only when all seven men on one side have been defeated (either by yielding or dying).

I already have my four battle hardened subordinates. And I know that they would die for me.

1. Claw Silverwood.

2. Morty Silverwater.

3. Hale Silverstone.

4. Colt Silverwind. (AN: They got their surname after they were knighted by Alan. I changed some of their previous surname.)

My fifth champion was Lord Hoster Tully himself. It's seems like he has a different level of grudge against the lord of Maidenpool.

And my sixth and last champion Lyn Corbray.

On our opposition were some unknown knights from house Mooton, Lychester and Goodbrook. And Also Lord Mooton And Lychester participate in the battle as well.

Though Robert wanted to become one of my champion, but I had to refuse because Who knows if this was a plot to kill Robert.

Before the battle begin Robert announced that if the accuser lords lost the trial then they have to except The Wall as punishment.

And if the accuser lords win or somehow managed to kill me then they will receive the land that is given to me as my reward. It will be distributed to the three houses.

The battle has gone as I expected, Me, And Ser Lyn Corbray and my subordinates won our battle esely. Lord Hoster Tully also won his battle against lord Mooton. Though at a great cost and it seems like Lord paramount received some permanent fatal wounds. Which made him to return to Riverrun to further recuperate but I fear that he won't last until the war of the five kings.

The only casualty in this fight was Lord Mooton himself and the rest surrendered and then they were sentenced to the wall.

After that Janna came to the kingslanding with her brother and rest of the lords from Reach . And she Saved me from marrying a Riverland girl which Hoster Tully already wanted me to. Thank God for blessing me with such a wonderful person.

(((Flash back end))))

"Now come to bed. You can play with them more while you're inside me," Janna stated as she sauntered towards the bed and its soft furs. Her hips swung deeply with every step, the prominent globes of her arse jiggling with every footfall.

Alan needed no more encouragement.

Janna laid herself out on the bed with her belly down and face turned to the side, watching him as he approached. The smirk on her face and gleam in her eyes drove Alan wild. He stripped away his clothes as if they were on fire and leapt onto the bed, straddling her at the bend in her knees. Janna Tyrell seemed to understand his desire and swung her hips back towards his, arching her svelte back and trapping his rock-hard cock between her buttocks before supporting her upper body on her elbows.

Alan could not help the growl that escaped his lips when she began rocking her hips up and down his shaft. The base of his cock was pressed against the folds of her cunt, and he could already feel the moisture beginning to lubricate him.

Janna breathed encouragement over her shoulder. "That's it Alan, take me like a Beast. Like auroch would take his bitch."

"As my lady commands." Alan grabbed a luscious cheek in his left hand and bent over her back as he aligned his cock to its destination. After using his right hand to steady his cockhead against her wet outer folds, he moved both hands up her sides to squeeze on her breasts, with as much tenderness as he could restrain himself to.

"Oh Alan, yes, that's perfect—ah!" his betrothed keened as he pushed his hips forward, driving his cock leisurely into her tight cunt. He was as hard as iron, and he could feel each pass of a fold or wrinkle over the head of his cock, like a loving caress.

Once Alan was sheathed inside her, their hip bones pressed tightly together and the swell of her buttocks pressing against his belly, he shifted his focus back to teasing her breasts. The Tyrell released a loud moan when he surrounded each teat in a circular grip and pulled his fingers together to meet at her nipples, pinching and rolling them in the process. Not being one to deviate from a working strategy, Alan began repeating the motion.

"Is that too rough, my lady?" Alan inquired with a throaty whisper through her hair and into her ear. Her head was still turned to the side, so Alan planted a kiss on the end of her sharp cheek bone. "I would not wish to harm my Queen of Roses."

Janna's eyes were closed, but at his use of her appellation she opened the closest one and locked her gaze with his. The pupil of her brown eye was blown wide with pleasure. "No Alan, that is perfect. On my teats, at least. My cunt needs no such special treatment." More than anything, the lack of her usually heated response to her false title indicated to Alan just how aroused she was.

As Janna said it, she arched her back and pulled her hips forward until his cock was only buried within her halfway. Before she could reverse the action, Alan took the initiative and thrust back to the base, letting all of his pent-up lust power the stroke. Janna's arse cheeks smacked against his taught stomach, and he could feel her walls instinctively contract around his cock from the force of his stroke. She let out a gasp, but before she could breathe in again Alan had already lifted his hips again and given her another hard thrust.

"Oh, fuck yes, pound into me just like that! Oh, oh, AH!" Janna's exclamations continued, driving Alan to fuck her with as much power as he could. His concentration was split, attempting to knead nimbly at her breasts without hurting her while at the same time slamming his cock into her cunt with as much force as his legs and back could provide. His thighs quickly began to ache from the effort, causing Jon to pause momentarily to reposition himself. "Worry not, My queen of pleasures … I'll fuck you until you can no longer walk," he replied as he moved his feet underneath him. Dirty talk between them was nothing new, but the way he was contorting himself was something they had not tried before. In this position, his knees clenched her thighs together and his hips were higher in the air behind her, but he could use his whole legs to push himself up before ramming his cock back into her, angled almost straight down.

"Grrrah!"

This time it was Alan who vocalized his pleasure first. The new position put much more pressure on the underside of his cock than he anticipated, particularly at the underside of its tip. He was completely unprepared for the feeling, and his hands gripped tightly out of reflex, mashing her breasts in his fists.

"Oowrgh! Fuck!" Janna replied. She opened her eyes again sent Jon a glare that said do that again and you won't live to finish.

At that point, Alan hardly cared. Her unyielding yet lubricious cunt was clenched more tightly around him than his fist could grip his sword, and he could feel his end approaching with haste. Alan moved one hand under the sparse honey-colored curls between her thighs to the nub at the apex of her slit and began to rub it with vigor, while the other grabbed one of her nipples, coiling his fingers around it as lovingly as he could manage. Janna made no protests, and soon her breathing became erratic, her face and shoulders flushed, and her body trembled with bliss

" Yes, Alan! Yes! My Warrior-lord! It's so good! AH! Give me your seed!" Janna begged as her orgasm ran its course...