Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Ashara Dayne

Within the hall of a hundred hearths, the opening feast for Lord Whent's great tourney raged on. Most of the noble houses of Westeros had gathered under the roof of deceased Harren the Black's mighty fortress that had been bathed by dragonflame nearly three centuries ago.

Robert had always enjoyed tourneys as they combined all his great interests. Be it the chance to duel and prove his might against fellow warriors of the realm or the opportunity to seduce and bed the loveliest of women in the land.

Currently, the Storm lord was engaged in a drinking contest with Ser Richard Lonmouth,the knight of skulls and kisses and former squire to Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. The Silver Prince had regaled the hall earlier with his melodious voice bringing tears to the eyes of all ladies' present, including Robert's beloved Lyanna. His betrothed had soon departed the hall after her youngest brother, Benjen had teased her on account of her tears, much to Robert's chagrin as he was looking forward to spending some quality time with his intended.

And so now after he had easily managed to drink Ser Richard under the table, Robert searched for a pleasant way to spend the night.

There were many comely serving wenches present but the Baratheon lord was in search of something more refined to sate his lust.

Suddenly, his eyes fell upon the sight of his dearest friend, Ned dancing with the beautiful Ashara Dayne. It was clear that Ned was smitten by the Lady Dayne whose beauty had charmed nearly every lord present. But alas, his shy and honorable friend was to scared to make a move despite having gained Lady Ashara's attention and promptly scurried away once the dance had ended.

It's probably for the best, Robert thinks to himself as he watched Ned exit the hall. The sensual Dornish beauty was far too much for his naïve and innocent friend to handle. It would take a real man to tame the Dornish vixen and Robert's eyes begin to search for his next conquest. He finds her heading off towards another exit, led by none other than Brandon Stark.

'So, the Wild Wolf thinks he can steal my prey, we'll see about that,' Robert thought to himself and came up with a way to foil Brandon's seduction.

Ashara Dayne walks with a purpose and a distinct sense of pride through the grounds of Harrenhal. The Dornish beauty could not believe that she had almost considered falling into bed with that oaf Brandon Stark. Unlike his sweet younger brother, Lord Brandon was roguishly charming as he whispered sweet praises into her ear along with profession of love at first sight and a possible future.

Ashara was a woman of Dorne who had been taught from a young age that love and passion was nothing to be ashamed of, but to be enjoyed to the greatest extent. She was open to a night of passion with a dashing lord like Brandon.

But what had truly miffed her was the fact that the thick-headed Northman had tried to deceive her. It was sheer luck that they had run into Lady Catelyn Tully on their way back to Brandon's tent. The mere sight of Tully girl caused Brandon to fluster as he introduced her to his future wife while citing a pitiful excuse of escorting Ashara for a walk across the grounds.

It took all her years of courtly manners and training to not give an earful to the lying heir of Winterfell and expose his duplicitous nature to his betrothed, but she reigned in her temper. A scandal was the last thing that she needed, especially since becoming a lady in waiting to her dear friend, Princess Elia.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries with the Tully maiden, Ashara excused herself stating that Lord Brandon should spend some time with his intended. She informed them that she would return to the castle on her own. As she made her way back to the castle, a voice interrupted her train of thought.

"Greetings, Lady Ashara," Robert Baratheon called out as he approached her.

"I take it your plans for the night were disturbed by Lady Catelyn's appearance," Robert said with a knowing look.

It did not take long for the Dornish woman to figure out the Catelyn Tully's sudden appearance was an orchestrated act and not mere coincidence. Along with deducing Lord Baratheon's intent for doing so.

"I should probably thank you for stopping me from being made a fool by the Stark heir. But I know well enough that your reasons for stifling Lord Brandon's efforts are far from noble," Ashara replied with a sweet smile as she recalled the few scandalous stories regarding Prince's Rhaegar cousin.

"True, my lady. But there is a difference between me and Brandon. Unlike him, I don't use false promises and empty praises to charm women," the Storm lord said proudly. "Nor do I deceive my betroth. You are free to speak with her on this matter."

Ashara was surprised to learn that not only did Lyanna Stark know about her future husband's past indiscretions. But apparently both she and Lord Baratheon had reached an agreement in such matters.

It seems that the Northerners aren't as stuck up as the rest of the realm would believe. Well, at least Lyanna Stark wasn't for the matter. As the conversation progressed, Ashara had to admit that Robert Baratheon was indeed a maiden fantasy made flesh with his jet black hair, stormy blue eyes that were filled with excitement and devious intents and a muscular figure that seemed to have been sculpted from stone itself.

Perhaps, this night could be salvaged after all. And soon, she found herself following the Storm lord as he discreetly led her towards his tent.

As soon as she stepped into the dimly lit tent, she found herself enveloped in the strong arms of the Lord of Storm's End.

Robert Baratheon possessed a forceful but charming personality along with the knowledge of what he desired unlike most men who were unsure of themselves most of the time. A trait that Ashara felt herself being drawn to, but quickly reminded herself of reality refusing to be swept away in some fantasy.

"Let us be clear, Lord Robert. This is a one-time event and rest assured that if I learn that you lied about your deal with Lady Lyanna or boasted of this night with your peers, you shall find yourself at the wrong end of my brother's blade," Ashara stated confidently. " Not to mention earn the displeasure of my dear friend Princess Elia and her husband as well."

"Lady Dayne, I have many faults but lying is not one of them. Rest assured that the only person who will ever learn of our tryst from my lips is my future wife and no one else," Robert said sincerely. "However, as to this being a one-time occurrence. Please know that I'm not being prideful or vain when I say that after sharing my bed, you'll find yourself wanting to return to my embrace"

The odd mixture of confidence and sincerity in Robert's words and tone inflamed Ashara's desires. A part sincerely wanted to believe

that his words were true and not just the arrogant boasting of another lord who overestimated his own skills and talent.

"You best back those words with actions, my lord," Ashara said in a teasing and challenging tone.

Robert answered her challenge by pulling her in and undoing the top of her dress while the two of them engage in a steamy kiss.

Ashara lets out a heavy intake of breath, as she realizes Robert has slipped off his own tunic while making her drop to her knees. He towers above her and Ashara soon realizes that she was kneeling before a god as Robert places her hands on his crotch, making her feel the massive member encased within his breeches.

"Well, it seems there is some truth to the rumors," Ashara states while licking her lips, imagining all the ways that she was about to worship Robert's manhood.

"I'll let you be the judge of it." Robert says with a smile, neither confirming nor denying the accuracy of her statement

Ashara obviously cannot resist any longer and her heart beats a bit faster while undoing Robert's breeches and pulling out his massive member. The thick long cock comes out and taunts Ashara. Her entire mind just goes completely numb the second it comes out in front of her. The awe in her eyes shows exactly just how intimidated Ashara is by his meaty spear.

"Problem?" Robert said to her, noticing the shock on her features. "It's bigger than I imagined," Ashara answers with a gulp.

"And here, I thought that the Dornish never backed down from a challenge. It seems that my cock is more daunting than the dragons of old," Robert teases her with a chuckle.

His words have the desired effect as Ashara takes his massive cock into her mouth, sucking on it. It was now a question of pride, not just for her but her homeland as well. Robert hisses as her warm, soft lips wrap around his member.

"Just as skilled as any of my former lovers… and perhaps even better. Though I'd say that my bride to be might be more gifted in this matter," Robert informs her.

Of course, the truth was that Ashara was possibly the best mouth he had ever on his cock. However, Robert knew that the best way to motivate a woman was to compare with another. Envy and Pride were excellent emotions to truly push one limits. Be it on the battlefield or the bedroom.

Robert placed his hand on the back of Ashara's head and slid his mighty spear down into her mouth. She sucked and slurped on his manhood, taking a hand and wrapping it tight around his balls before squeezing it.

"Good… suck it like it's your duty. Suck it like it's the only thing that matters in this world."

Ashara takes his cock into her mouth. Her sucking and cupping of his balls makes Robert just shove himself deeper and faster into her mouth. He grabs the back of her hair and face-fucks her.

Robert closes his eyes lazily and enjoys the warm lips of Ashara just pressing against his swollen cock head deep into her throat. She really hums down onto his thick cock, and his balls slap against her chin, with a soft moan coming from her. Robert puts his hands on the back of her head and rocks into her.

He decides to slow down. "Enough."

Ashara releases him from her mouth, wondering why. Given he's so close to exploding in her mouth and giving her a mouth full of his delicious cum.

"Stand up." Robert's commanding voice brings Ashara to a standing position as he proceeds to tear off her clothes, leaving her in nothing other than in her small clothes.

"It's a shame to ruin them," Robert says as he tears her panties off, revealing her wet cunt.

"Gods… you have one tight pussy, Lady Dayne," Robert groans as his throbbing cock sinks the first few inches into her wet pussy.

Ashara claws onto his shoulder and just moans while Robert's twelve-inch cock shoving into her, makes Ashara brim with pleasure. He pushes her against the wall of his tent, using his strong hands to molest her body and makes her breasts become responsive to him.

The sultry dornish beauty rolls her hips up and down to meet Robert, who lets her have it, practically fucking her against the wall. He lifts her legs up and wraps them around his body for more leverage.

Ashara's eyes widen, the deeper and harder that he slides into her.

"Damn, Ashara, you're one of the tightest pussies I've ever had. Tell me, are all dornish women as blessed as you?" Robert asks as he pushes his cock into her, slaming deeper into Ashara.

Each push makes Ashara feel a jolt of pleasure and soon enough her body enters a state of euphoria right before she clamps down onto him.

The Storm lord slows down the thrusts to a crawl knowing what he's doing, his prior experiences telling him all of the ways to touch her. His hands come down to grab the underside of her legs for more leverage, right before Robert plants himself into those depths.

Robert drops Ashara down onto his cock. Every single moan indicates that she belongs to him. Her breasts, her legs, her body, and more importantly her pussy, every little inch belongs to him. Her needy pussy gobbles up Robert's cock as he goes deep into her.

"If you think I'm close, then you past lovers have done you a great disservice. We're not done until I say we're done."

Robert's words whispered into her ear, sends a blast of anticipation and excitement through Ashara.

He's right where he needs to be when she needs him to be there. And at the same time, he does not stay too long. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, as Robert fucks her vigorously. He's so deep into Ashara that it causes her to breath to hitch.

Ashara's quivering body, working its way around his cock causes Robert to smile. She's leaking completely wet now, making it quite easy to slide into her body. The tip of his cock buries deeper and deeper into her tight body. Robert can feel her stomach extend and contract from his rapid-fire thrusting and he has to admit that it is a pretty good feeling at all.

"Yes…. yes…. harder…." Ashara pants.

Robert elevates her legs apart and spears himself into her as Ashara's body writhes underneath him. He enjoys the moment, enjoying her wet pussy soaked up with his throbbing hard cock slamming into her. He has managed to really get her going.

Robert decides to switch things up a bit and pulls Ashara off of the wall. And soon he has placed the dornish beauty upon his desk which allows him to drive deeper into her. The more Robert goes into her, the more Ashara clings on. She does not want to let this go, no matter what. He's fucking her so hard that Ashara has lost all sense of herself.

"Damn it, I can't believe how close I'm getting. You're going to make me…." Ashara moans.

"I'm going to make you cum, aren't I?" Robert questions.

Ashara responds with a very stiff nod and Robert puts his hands on her nipples before tugging on them. She reacts one more time to him and what he's doing to her. Her entire body becomes one point of pleasure as Robert repeatedly fucks her brains out.

"I used to think that we dornish were masters in the art of love and passion but you have forced me to re-evaluate that assumption," Ashara states as her eyes are filled with lust and pleasure.

"You wouldn't mind if I share my experience with a few of my trusted friends. I'm certain that you will be able to enjoy a few more variations of the spicy dornish fare after I give you my endorsement," the maiden from Starfall adds.

Robert kisses up her neck and reaches her ear while Ashara waits to hear his response.

"I'm not one to turn down such an offer but I must insist that you be very discreet. Though my betrothed is of an enlightened mind, I'm afraid that the rest of her family is not," Robert states. "Lyanna is the woman of my dreams and I cannot afford to lose her at any costs."

Robert's finger traces down her neck and another hand grips the side of her leg, lighting a fire into Ashara as she squeezes his cock, her walls tightening around him. Ashara closes and opens her wet pussy around him, sticking her walls against him and releasing him and then clamping down tight onto him. It's like a very long workout, and he takes Ashara to her fullest limits.

Robert slows down just enough to make her beg even more.

"Don't stop. Not when I'm slow close. Please… I agree to all your conditions… I promise that you will never endure any scandal

because of me."

Robert just smiles and places his hands underneath her ass. He's almost all the way out of her and he makes sure Ashara falls down onto his bed. The look of both awe and want flashing across her beautiful face, makes Robert smile. Not to mention, his swinging cock sending splatters of juices into her pretty face, adds its own appeal to the situation.

"I must thank you for sparing me from making a mistake with that Northern oaf. As well as the privilege of this night of passion," Ashara says to Robert.

Robert pulls Ashara up and she wonders what the next play is, as he teases her tender lips with the swollen head and makes Ashara just gasp. The closer he is to sliding into her, the better this is going to feel when he does.

"Time for the big finish." Robert proclaims and positions the dornish vixen on her hands and knees upon his bed.

He slides her down onto his cock and makes her pant the deeper he pushes her down onto him. His hands slap her ass, repeatedly as he endlessly drills into her. He cannot do anything more than work her over with his cock, making Ashara just gush for him.

He's going to come inside of her, and she's going to let him. The lust that Ashara feels for the virile stag only increases, the deeper that he goes into her. His manhood speeds up, sending her pussy on a thrill ride. It's not going to be too long before Ashara pops all over his gigantic cock.

Then, it happens, her orgasm which squirts her juices all over his cock. Opening the path for Robert to plunge as far and fast into her. His balls slapping her thighs and making her gush even more.

There's no question about it, he's about ready to pop as well and she cannot resist him.

"And now, my turn." Robert tells her.

Ashara is unable to muster the will or strength to ask him to spill outside her. She concludes that Robert's cock has become her addiction, much like with men who cannot resist drink or dice. And soon enough, a foot long of her addiction slams into her, making her body just tingle all over. She can feel Robert closing in on the edge, once again ready to bathe her insides with his potent seed.

Robert's lips curl into a smile, the powerful Storm lord was just about ready to launch another one of his potent loads. He keeps spiking her down and gets closer. Robert growls in her ear which makes her drip on him.

Suddenly, her walls tighten and then his balls give way. "Now."

Robert exclaims as he plants his load into Ashara, spilling blast after blast of seed into her body. He fills her up to the brim, causing her body to almost reach the tipping point, the more of his seed he fires deep into her womb.

Ashara closes her walls down onto him and lets out a soft moan which gets even more prominent the more seed he blasts inside of her body.

The end comes and Ashara's glad in a way, because she cannot take much more of him.

After a brief period to regain her strength and clean herself up, the dornish beauty dresses herself and proceeds to exit his tent. But not before giving him subtle hints of a future rendezvous.

End of Flashback