Chapter 05

Chapter 5: Barbrey Dustin

Robert was riding through the open fields surrounding Winterfell.

Ever since their shared night of passion, both he and Lyanna had grown closer to each other. In public, the fierce She-Wolf pretended to be disinterested in him and engaged in conversations to the bare minimum. But when they alone, she could barely keep her hands off him.

Lyanna was much like the wolf who after getting a taste of flesh, craved it to a point of madness and nothing else could satisfy its hunger. And his best friend's sister sated her lustful urges with Robert as far as she could. It had come to the point where Robert had to discreetly procure moon tea from Wintertown so that he and Lyanna could enjoy their couplings without risk of an unwanted pregnancy.

During this time, Lord Rickard's eldest son and heir, Brandon Stark had returned to Winterfell accompanied by the nobles of House Dustin and Ryswell. The heir of Winterfell had formed a close friendship with them during his fostering. Especially, Lady Barbrey Ryswell, daughter of Lord Rodrik Ryswell who according to rumours had yielded her maidenhead to the Stark heir.

After meeting Brandon, Robert felt that the reason Ned was so close to him despite their vastly different natures was because he reminded Ned of his elder brother. He loved Ned dearly but all his talks of honor and humble attitude at times became annoying whereas Brandon Stark was a man after his own heart.

However, the Stark heir was also the reason as to why Robert was riding alone instead in the company of Ned or more preferably his beloved Lyanna.

It was beautiful day in the North and Robert wished to spend it with his intended. But as they could not leave the castle unsupervised, Robert sought the Stark family to see if one of Lyanna's brothers would be willing to accompany them for a ride.

Soon enough he met up with Ned and shared his plans for the day. However, his friend informed him that it would not possible today.

The earlier night, Lord Ryswell had spoken with Lord Stark on arranging a betrothal between Brandon and Lady Barbrey, only to be refused and be told that Brandon was already promised to Lady Catelyn of House Tully.

Lord Rickard had been engaged in discussion with Lord Hoster Tully via ravens for quite some time and had recently reached an agreement with the Lord of the Riverlands, prior to his and Ned's arrival.

Lord Ryswell informed Lord Stark of the liberties that Brandon had already taken with his eldest daughter and demanded a match with Ned as recompense. Upon hearing of this, Brandon was summoned to his father's solar where he received an earful from his father who chided him for his reckless and dishonourable actions in front of Lord Ryswell.

Lord Stark calmly explained to Lord Ryswell that the betrothal made with House Tully was in the best interests of the North. And added that it would be unfair of him to force Ned into marriage with a maiden who was not only spoiled but also in love with his elder brother.

However, in order to soothe the Lord of the Rills, Lord Stark arranged a betrothal between Lady Barbrey and Lord William Dustin, the heir of Barrowtown.

Despite this resolution, a foul mood had spread across the castle and everyone was holed up in their own chambers. Brandon was brooding in his chambers, not because he was being parted from Lady Barbrey but because his father had promised to a southerner that he had never even seen. Both Lord and Lady Stark were trying to ease the tensions between all involved and had instructed the remaining of their children to aid in the task. And so, Robert had to leave alone for his ride.

Robert had decided that he would ride towards the clearing with the waterfall so that he could soak in its cool waters. Lyanna had shown him the spot when they left the castle along with Ned so that he could give her sword lesson. Ned's trusting nature made it easy for both Robert and Lyanna to convince him to keep watch so that they would not be discovered while they snuck off into the distance to fool around.

The waterfall poured out into a small lake, before its waters spilled out onto the adjoining streams. The shores of the lake were surrounded by several large rocky outcrops that provided several spots that were hidden from general view and thus perfect for a romantic rendezvous.

Robert arrived at his destination, only to discover that he was not alone as he spotted a horse tied to a nearby tree. As he made his way to the shores, he heard the quite sobs of a lady who was later revealed to be Lady Barbrey. She was seated upon a patch of grass, hidden beneath the shadows of a large outcrop of rocks that formed a sort of shelter.

Lady Ryswell was surprised to see him and promptly tried to wipe away her tears. It was obvious that she wished to be alone and did not think that anyone would disturb her here.

"Lady Barbrey, is all well? I beg pardon for the interruption but I heard a woman crying and came to see if someone was in trouble," Robert said to her in a gentle tone.

"Lord Robert, forgive me. Yes… all is well. I simply came out here for some fresh air," Lady Barbrey answered as she composed herself. "I did not mean to disturb you; I shall take my leave."

The lady stated as she dusted the dirt off her skirt and proceeded to leave, only to have Robert gently stop her.

He proceeded to tell her that he was aware of all that had taken place last night. Her affair with Brandon, Lord Stark rejecting her father's proposal and her subsequent betrothal to Lord William. He went onto to tell her that if she wished to speak on the matter, then he would listen without casting any judgement.

"It's best to let your pain and grief out than try to hold it in. Trust me, you will feel a lot better if you just say your thought out loud. And if you're not comfortable speaking to me then I ask that you speak with someone who you can trust," Robert advised her with all the humility that he could muster in his voice.

Though hesitant at first, Lady Barbrey decided to share her feelings with Robert and they both took a seat on the shores of the lake. She proceeded to tell him of how she first met Brandon Stark, how she was attracted his wit and wild nature, of the promises and proclamations of love and affection that she and Brandon made to each other.

"I gave myself to him completely believing his honeyed words and false promises. I was nothing but a conquest to him," Lady Barbrey said with pain and bitterness coating her voice.

Robert patiently listened as she vented all of her frustrations and anger and when she was done, he calmly explained that he knew men like Brandon all too well. Because he was just like him. He told Lady Ryswell that Brandon was not worth the grief and pain she was

Putting herself through and instead of focussing on the past, she should try to make the best of her present and future. They continued to talk for some more time and Robert manged to even coax a few laughs from her.

"Thank you, Lord Robert….I feel a lot better," Barbrey said with a smile on her face.

"You make too much of it, I merely listened," Robert answered trying to sound humble.

"Modesty does not suit you Lord Baratheon," Barbrey stated with a smile.

Robert sat there, taking in the visage of the lady before him. She possessed a dark curtain of black hair that covered her beautiful face, with luscious red lips that puckered in delight when she smiled. Her breasts were encased in a white blouse that struggled to contain them.

"It's getting quite hot, isn't it?" Barbrey asked as her eyes and voice contained a hint of teasing and mischief.

She proceeded to undo a couple of the buttons on her blouse, providing him with a hint of her generous cleavage, causing Robert to smile in response.

"It is now," Robert replied as he moved to place a hand on the small of her back, feeling the smooth flesh that was underneath the fabric.

Barbrey scooted towards him, a smile crossing her face, her dark eyes looking towards him.

"So, I feel that I should repay you for your help and kind words," Barbrey breathed, as she swung one leg over the other and straddled his lap. She shivered as Robert's hand travelled underneath her skirt, moving up her shapely legs and finally stroking her inner thigh, causing her to shiver.

"I'm sure we can come up with a form of payment that would be acceptable." Robert pushed his hand up her thigh, until he reached her small clothes.

Barbrey gasped as his fingers brushed lightly against her pussy, her small clothes were getting soaked by the juices leaking out of her due to Robert's sensuous actions.

The dark-haired lady closed her eyes and felt his motions increase as he moved down to her dripping core, brushing his fingers against her pussy.

"You're wet," Robert remarked with a grin across his face.

"Well, you did say that I should strive to find happiness in the present….do you think that you are capable of giving it to me?," Barbrey breathed, as Robert wrapped an arm around her and spoke into her ear in a voice that heightened her arousal.

"Don't worry, I've never left a woman unsatisfied. You'll forget all about that fool Brandon once I'm through with you," Robert remarked, nibbling on her ear slightly, before he pulled her skirt off.

Robert's proclamation caused Barbrey to get even more wet, if that was even possible. She was already spoiled so there was no harm if she indulged herself to feel some pleasure before she was bound to William Dustin for the rest of her days. And Robert Baratheon was indeed a maiden's fantasy made flesh.

Her legs were parted and his tongue lightly brushed against her lips, then her cunt. She whimpered as he teased her. Barbrey found that she had a sudden inability to move her arms, not that she would have fought this. She concluded that Robert was the type of man who liked to be control.

"Robert," Barbrey pleaded, as he rubbed his thumb slowly, torturously against her cunt.

"What?" Robert asked as he teased her inner walls with a slight lick and caused her to whimper, her hips pushing up to meet his mouth.

"Please don't tease me," Barbrey breathed.

Robert offered a smile, making the beauty of the Rills realize that she was now at his mercy. "Isn't that half the fun?"

Barbrey groaned, but then felt unmistakable pleasure as he dove head on into her dripping mound, licking and slurping her. His nose rubbed up against her, causing a delightful amount of friction. And they were just getting started, which made this even more pleasurable.

Robert slurped and sucked her insides, tasting the honey that rolled down her thighs. She breathed heavily, grabbing the back of his head while he unbuttoned her blouse. Once all the buttons had been undone, Robert reached forward and pealed it off to reveal her round breasts with erect nipples.

"Oh, great…."

Barbrey was lost in the pleasure when Robert planted his mouth on her nipple and sucked on it like there was no tomorrow. Barbrey lost her mind as she became a slave to his mouth, which made circular motions around her, licking and slurping at her mound.

"Robert, Robert," Barbrey panted and chanted, and Robert placed his nose between the peak of her breasts.

Her arms were free and Barbrey sat up, seeing the bulge in his pants. She reached forward, and pulled down his breeches, with a swift motion, to reveal his impressive manhood.

Barbrey backed off, transfixed.

"Oh….oh my," Barbrey breathed as she placed her hand on his cock and began stroking him up and down, feeling the entire length in her

Hand. Robert smiled as her soft hand was placed on his throbbing member and she leaned forward, giving him a lick.

"Take more than a taste," Robert told her with a grin, as his tunic was now off as well and she could not decide what she wanted to drool at even more, his muscular chest or his cock. It was a hard choice between the two of them and Barbrey felt conflicted for a while.

Eventually, Barbrey took Robert's advice and decided to take more than a taste of his cock. She placed her lips at the head of his cock and one hand on the base. Slowly, she shoved it down her throat. For a moment she gagged, but managed to close her eyes and remember that she could breathe through her nose. At least her time with Brandon was not a complete waste.

Barbrey began to spear her mouth down onto his throbbing cock, hitting the back of her throat. She hummed and slurped happily, working over his member, as Robert placed a hand on the back of her hair and slowly stroked her hair.

"You are clearly talented, my lady, such an excellent mouth," Robert breathed and Barbrey was so pleased upon hearing words, that she sped up and sucked Robert even more, her mouth working over his fleshy member.

Barbrey was determined to give Robert the most pleasurable experience possible as his hard cock continued to fuck her mouth. She took as much as his cock down her throat as possible, lips wrapped around his cock as she slurped and sucked, closing her eyes as she worked over him.

"Oh, fuck, so great Barbrey," Robert breathed as her mouth worked him over.

Barbrey was determined to get a taste of the delicious treat that rested in Robert's loins and continued to work him over, spearing his throbbing co ck down her waiting throat. Her eyes widened as she

Pressed her nose against him, rubbing it against his pelvic bone. She picked up the pace, and used her throat muscles.

Her mouth was pretty much sore but after a lot of hard work and persistence, along with many lewd sounds that emitted from her, Barbrey got her reward. She was taken aback by the heavy and thick load that Robert pumped into her waiting mouth, shooting several long ropes of cum down her throat.

Barbrey closed her eyes and licked her lips, her pussy was burning with desire. She slid onto Robert's lap and kissed him, rubbing her heated pussy down his thick cock. This served to heighten the level of desire between the two of them, as Barbrey's hungry lips brushed against him.

"I think someone's ready," Robert stated, feeling her hot pussy and grabbed the lady causing her to squeal in a mixture of surprise and delight, before he aligned her perfectly with himself.

Robert rammed Barbrey down onto his hard-throbbing cock, making her close her eyes, to feeling the bliss that accompanied this invasion. She breathed in and breathed out as she rode him, rocking a pair of shapely hips back on his thick member.

Her silken walls caressed Robert as she rose up and sank down, in motions, working herself around the base of his cock. He felt the pleasure and took one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing it.

Barbrey breathed heavily as he tweaked her nipple and placed his mouth on it, sucking the lovely breast in his hand.

"Fuck, so good," Barbrey panted as she clenched against his cock and spilled her juices down onto her rod. "This is so much better… ah than riding a horse or…. A wolf."

"No other creature can rut like a Stag," Robert responded in a rather confident and self-assured voice, before cupping her ass, squeezing it, as he ran his hands down her body as they continued this coupling.

Barbrey felt her pussy muscles tighten around his throbbing cock. Another orgasm rattled through her body as he touched her in areas that she never knew that she had, the juices rolled down her thighs, and his cock.

He slid with ease into her center, her eyes fluttering shut. His hand squeezed her firm tits and sent waves of pleasure throughout her hot body, as she pushed herself up.

Another orgasm rocked her as she rode him and Robert smiled, before burying his face in her tits. Barbrey's head reared back and the young woman offered a soft moan, as he wrapped a pair of hands around her ass cheeks. She continued to rock up and down, riding his thick member with a few pushes down on her. The northern beauty took her time, working him over and squeezing him.

"That's more….that's more, oh fuck," Barbrey breathed heavily, panting as she worked over his cock with her muscles.

The two rocked back and forth, with Barbrey driven to an orgasm when Robert released his essence into her, splattering against her walls. The dark-haired beauty offered a lustful moan as he pumped into her a few times, working his cock into her center, and she pushed up and down, jamming her hips onto the base of his cock. She squeezed around his thick cock and moaned.

Robert was not done yet, oh no, far from it. He flipped Barbrey over and worked his finger into her wet pink hole, feeling it.

"Robert… I need… oh yes," Barbrey breathed as he fingered her after flipping her over. Her ass presented itself in the air, ripe and ready for the fucking. Robert aimed his cock forwards her, working his thick member towards her dripping pink hole.

"You won't be able to ride a horse properly for a while, should I stop?" Robert asked, aiming his cock towards her tightest hole.

"No, fuck my ass!" Barbrey yelled and Robert grabbed her dripping wet pussy with his hand, teasing it with circular motions, working around it with his hand. "Please, I need you."

Robert grabbed the small of her back, running his hand down her, and around her curved ass check, before spreading her.

Barbrey's eyes nearly popped widen open at the sensation of his throbbing cock entering her tightest hole. She screamed, she never had anything that big in her ass.

'And I thought that Brandon had a monster cock,' Barbrey mused to herself.

He slowed down his strokes, pumping in her ass slowly. His hand reached around, cupping her breast and giving in a firm squeeze, which caused juices to spill from her gushing pussy.

"Robert, more, I can take it," Barbrey breathed, feeling the pleasure and he placed his hand on her back, before pushing into her once again and this time he pumped in, out, and drilled into her harder.

His cock made several passes into her tightest hole.

Robert slammed his cock into her tight hole, working into her with passing motions, before he slowed down his thrusts. She could take a lot but there was only so much that she could take.

Her pussy was dripping wet once again so Robert shifted his attention to it, pushing his cock into her dripping cunt. The dark- haired lady closed her eyes, breathing rather heavily while the thrusts sped up in momentum, working a steady path into her pussy. Robert cupped her breasts as he fucked Barbrey doggy style.

Robert slammed his cock into her over and over again, his thrusts burying deeper into her pussy. She bit down on her lip and threw her head back, with a moan that reverberated through her throat.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard!" Barbrey chanted as he pushed into her.

"So wet, you love me fucking you like this, don't you my horny little whore?" Robert asked, cupping her breasts and she closed her eyes, rearing back her head with a nice little moan that rattled through her.

"Yes, yes, oh yes!" Barbrey yelled as he drew back and slammed his thick tool into her. She was experiencing the thrill of her life; his cock worked its magic into her center and continued to hammer her fiercely.

"About ready to get your reward?" Robert grunted, once again fondling her breasts, sending pulses of pleasure that brought her to more intense orgasms each time she came.

"Yes… yes," Barbrey panted as she tried to keep herself from blacking out.

The next orgasm did it, but Robert was ready to pump his load into her sweet center, grabbing her ass and pumping into her. The thick ropes of cum splashed her insides and Barbrey shuddered to a stop, breathing heavily. She nearly passed out from the amazing sex, but it was definitely worth it.

After they had finished, Barbrey made her way back to Winterfell with Robert following behind after a suitable interval of time so as to not attract any suspicions.

Riding along the dirt road leading to the castle, feeling the cool northern air upon his face, made Robert feel completely refreshed.

End of Flashback

And now sixteen years later, Robert Baratheon rode along the same path with a sizable host of retainers and nobles behind him, towards the home of his best friend, with a feeling of excitement and anticipation running through him.