Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Sansa Stark/Jeyne Poole

Sansa couldn't restrain a giggle, as she wraps her hands around the back of Jeyne's head and pulls her childhood friend against her for a steamy and passionate kiss, which the Steward's daughter enthusiastically returns. She couldn't help it, the situation brought back memories of all those times the two of them had awkwardly 'practiced' kissing for when they were married, in secret. Back then they'd been shy and tentative and made fools of themselves. But both had changed a great deal since then, and there was nothing hesitant about Sansa's tongue diving deep into the brunette's mouth, who sucked it deeper within herself, reciprocating her friend's actions wholeheartedly.

Sansa lets out a sexy moan as Jeyne nibbles on her chin for a while, before moving onto her jaw, causing the red head to release a sig

of pleasure. Jeyne was getting scarily good at this for how recently she'd started, although Shae did comment that both she and Sansa had a natural talent in the bedroom, and Shae would know.

The eldest Stark daughter had learned a lot from the Lorathi courtesan during the King's hunt, which mostly involved him carnally ravaging his women rather than hunting for deer or quails, though Robert had made a point of killing something every evening. No wonder he had been so skilled at making war, as Sansa can't help but think that fucking and killing were closely related activities in Robert's mind.

After they'd returned, Robert had, after a night with her and Talisa, expressed a casual interest in Jeyne Poole, Sansa's oldest friend. He'd suggested that Sansa take on the young girl as her lady in waiting and start forming her own entourage as she was a future Princess of the realm. He had already suggested that she take Shae on as her handmaiden. Sansa was well aware that it was just his way of having Shae conveniently on hand, and that Robert's appetites extended not only to Jeyne but well beyond - he wanted Sansa to use her new position as a means of luring other noble girls into his bed, by priming them for his seduction. What exactly her new position was, Sansa was still figuring out. Joffrey must have known that their betrothal was a sham, that it wasn't much more than an excuse to keep her in the capital, but he didn't give so much as a word of protest. Not that she much cared what he thought anymore, ever since that unforgettable night with the King, she had lost her past ambitions and dreams, and didn't regret it, not even a little. She hadn't said a word to the weak-willed prat since Talisa had started drugging him, not that she missed it - the Prince had never been much of a conversationalist.

Sansa would have expected to be jealous, but having long since made peace with the idea of sharing the King, sharing him with her childhood friend seemed to make sense, and so she immediately began her recruitment of Jeyne into the King's harem. Jeyne, anxious to please as she was, required very little persuading to crawl

under the covers with him, and since then he'd been on the steward daughter's mind as often as Sansa's.

It should have worried her, how quickly everything was turning beneath her, but actually, she felt on top of the world. Robert had moved her to her own set of rooms - grand chambers, furnished with luxurious furniture and a wardrobe filled with dresses like nothing she'd ever owned before. There were also hidden drawers filled with exotic lingerie and Essosi sex toys, imported from Lys which Robert showed to Sansa while giving her the tour of her new accommodations, and Shae had shown her how to use. It hadn't stopped there - one of the rooms had been emptied of furniture and filled with perches and cages, little aviaries for singing birds from the Summer Islands. When the sun pours in through the thick glass they chirped and preened and fluttered their little wings. Not knowing what else to do, Sansa had arranged them all according to colour, the golds and yellows together, the greens next door to them, while the blues flit their little wings against a view of the ocean which mirrored their colour. Every morning, while Arya was wasting time with her dance instructor, Sansa visited her bird room and fed them all by hand, loving the feeling of their scratchy light little feet as they perched on her fingers or her wrist, and pecked for seed.

She'd wondered about this gift, perhaps it was the King's way of apologizing for the business with her direwolf. Thoughts of deceased companion, 'Lady', helped Sansa reach the realization that in some ways, the naïve and foolish girl within her had died along with her wolf so that the woman that she was now could be born. She wasn't sure and decided to not dwell upon the matter for long.

Sansa suspected it was just his nature to be generous when someone gave him what he wanted, in her case, it was her complete devotion and loyalty. He'd given her other things as well, a new horse for riding - a beautiful bay mare, dresses and what she suspected were the queen's jewels, which she made a point of wearing whenever Cersei glanced her way. Finally, her new chambers also had secret passageways built within them, allowing

both the King and herself to enjoy their carnal activities without drawing attention with how often he was knocking on her door.

Shae wasn't much of a handmaiden, truth be told, but Sansa and Jeyne had other uses for Shae, as the foreign concubine educated them in the arts of love and pleasure so that they could serve their King well.

And so now, to the outside world, Sansa and Jeyne appeared to be pious and proper young noble girls with impeccable manners and charm. But behind the closed doors of their chambers, both maidens transformed into deviant vixens who were eager to perform the most tawdry and filthy of sexual acts, in order to please their royal lover.

Much like they were doing right now, as both women were seated upon the luxurious and spacious bed of Sansa's new chambers, awaiting the King's arrival. They had earlier received a note discreetly, informing them of the King's desire for an afternoon romp with both northern maidens after he'd spent the morning with Shae and Ros.

Sansa was grateful for Jeyne - all of his girls all wanted their turns and were just as insatiable as she was. But the combination of both the beauties from Winterfell was one of Robert's most favorite carnal meals.

Just as much as variety, and at the moment he was going out of his way for her. None of the girls, with the possible exception of Ros, had Shae's experience, and she was a favourite of his, despite the fact that with her it just wasn't about the sex. Oh, she enjoyed a good ride more than most, she was one of those rare people who earnestly loved their work, but more than that she was one of these large-hearted females who couldn't go to bed with a man without developing an affection for him, and wanting to cherish and own him even to a certain extent. In spite of the hard-nosed, tough face that she had tried to present, both Sansa and Robert had sensed that the Lothari whore was soft in that way, which made her quite remarkable.

Because Shae was a keen observer of human nature in general and men in particular, Sansa supposed that you don't last long in her profession without a keen appreciation for them, and she was far too worldly-wise to have any illusions about men. Sansa knew this fact because Shae had gone out her way to carefully dispel her fond imaginings regarding Robert. But although she was a keen enough student in human nature to peg Robert well as the kind of heartless scoundrel who would use her shamelessly and then slide out when it suited him, Shae couldn't help how she felt about him, or so it seemed anyway. She knew after the first couple of days that she was growing too fond of him, and those feelings frightened her, so much that profitable as his patronage was, she wished him away almost as much as she wanted him to stay. The compromise was that out of all his girls, she was the one afforded the most independence, with Robert only calling on her occasionally, but there was a fire in his blood this morning, and he'd needed her expert touch.

While both girls were engaged in their steamy lip lock, Robert entered the chamber via the secret entrance drawing their attention towards him. Sansa breaks away from Jeyne and motions with her hand for the King to join them.

"My King… why are you standing there? Come and join us," Sansa purrs provocatively. "Let your whores please you."

Upon hearing the words, Robert feels his blood pump faster and his member grows even more erect within his breeches. As soon as Robert came within their reach, Sansa stand up on her tiptoes, pulls his face down and shoves her tongue down his throat. Robert responds in kind with a kiss, and both their tongues engage in vigorous duel, while he places his hand on the back of her head and continues to make out with fiercely with the Stark girl.

Anxious at not being left out, Jeyne dips behind Robert and kisses away at the back of his neck. There's a soft moan which follows, with Robert making out with Sansa and Jeyne kissing him down the back of his neck.

"Let's get him out of these clothes," Jeyne suggests with a hungry smile. "They're in the way."

The words didn't need to be repeated as both girls helped Robert divest his clothes with great efficiency, stripping him down to his smallclothes in record time. Robert pulls his shirt off over his head and threw it somewhere, bucks out of his pants and kicks them off onto the floor. His massive bulge and the damp spot in its centre had the two younger girls salivating, making no secret of Robert's state of arousal. Sansa hadn't any idea how it was that she was able to spend every moment with the mighty organ on her mind, dreaming and fantasising about it, and still be astounded by the size every time it's in front of her.

By silent agreement, both women discarded what inadequate clothes they'd been wearing after their own session, and then posed to help display their gorgeous figures, clad in sexy undergarments for their lover's appreciation. Sansa's dressed in a pair of pure white lacy panties with a matching see through bra, with Jeyne dressed similarly in a combination of red and blue.

It's Robert's turn to salivate at the delectable sight before him as both women pull him on the bed.

Sansa and Jeyne didn't let up for a moment, planting kisses along Robert's chest and abs. She'd thought he'd be hairy, but his skin is as smooth as theirs. only broken by scars, like the skin of a mammal that swims through the sea, but he felt hot to touch. Sansa wondered if that was the Red Woman's doing. Their actions were causing him to twitch in his nether regions, making him feel even harder than before.

Noticing her King's growing erection, Sansa tears down his underpants and shoves both hands downwards, stroking his big half- hard cock near the base, that was still sticky from Shae from his earlier session with Shae, until it finishes rising to full attention.

Robert groans in pleasure as Sansa determinedly strokes him up

and down with both enthusiasm and skill, her other hand slipping under to cradle his massive balls in her delicate fingers.

"Oh, I want a piece of that." Jeyne says, while licking her lips.

"Of course," Sansa replies with a smile and offers up Robert's cock to her friend.

Jeyne opens wide, sticking her tongue out before carefully pulling her hair out of the way and leaning forward, sliding her warm lips down to the base of Robert's pelvis making circular movements with her tongue until she's put herself in place to kiss and lick at his bulbous cockhead as well, swirling her tongue around his tip until it's thoroughly spit-shined. The entire time, her eyes never once leave his face. After a little more love to make sure he's fully erect, Jeyne determinedly taking his member into her soft mouth.

Robert's throbbing hard member pressed insistently deep into her throat as she sucks him off. As her mouth fills up with him, he can see the hungry and lustful look within the eyes of the Steward's daughter, she was drunk on him, on his power and size and musk.

Making a split-second decision, Sansa decides to move behind Jeyne and pull down her panties. Sansa grabs Jeyne's firm ass, fondling it and giving it a light spank, which had Jeyne wiggling and blushing, she'd always gotten off on that. Another few spanks and Sansa leans in, kissing down the back of Jeyne's legs, which spread for her and give Sansa the perfect opening to stick her tongue.

Robert raises his cock up and stuffs it down Jeyne's throat. Jeyne happily goes to town on Robert's rock-hard cock, making sure to shove every inch that she can force down her throat.

Twists and turns from Sansa's talented tongue sends Jeyne's entire mind and body into an endless wave of pleasure. Sansa knows exactly what buttons to push and what to do to her, to take her down. Jeyne's hot body rises up and then down while Sansa eats her out.

Predictably, caught between the two of them, the Steward's daughter

orgasms and it feels like a bolt of lightning shoots out from the middle, down the backs of her tensed legs, up her spine, into her nipples, her nostrils flare as she sucks in air until her whole ribcage is poking out through the skin and then screams it all out into Robert's cock, opening her throat further and letting her take more of him.

"Damn… ooh, that was what I needed," Jeyne moans out as her hand moves underneath his balls and starts moving her fingers in several light strokes, the cock no longer down her throat but her mouth still running along the side planting kisses and licking.

Robert let her get her breath back, though Sansa didn't show her friend the same concession and not soon after he jerked up as well, burying himself deeper yet into Jeyne's warm and willing mouth. He finds himself being rocked by what's taking place, his loins stirring and about ready to release. His cock presses down on Jeyne's lips while she swirls her tongue around it.

"Closer… you're making me about ready to explode," Robert groans as Jeyne continues her actions with her tongue on his throbbing cock.

The brunette can feel the King squirming underneath her, owing to her skilful actions. It's going to be a delightful moment when he finally closes in, Jeyne muses to herself and tries to edge him a bit closer with her mouth.

The tasty juices spilling between Jeyne's thighs offer themself up to Sansa like some kind of gift from the heavens. She hammers Jeyne with that tongue, perfectly aligning it with Jeyne's gushing hole and making sure she's getting the best treat possible from her.

Jeyne's slurping sounds help send Robert deeper and faster over the edge. He cannot resist her mouth for much longer. His cock is about ready to burst and shoot his seed into her mouth.

"It's time," Robert announces.

Jeyne does not slow down and instead doubles down on the cock- sucking. The inhaling of her beautiful mouth, wrapping itself around his member makes Robert's entire world just swirl around. The intensity that his body feels is something that cannot be described with mere words.

The very intense pumping of his balls causes Robert to rise up almost all the way and hit the back of Jeyne's throat with the tip of his cock as he shoots his seed down her perfect oral hole. Jeyne draws down and inhales Robert, giving him the perfect deep throat to take the last few drops of his cock.

At the same time, Jeyne's pussy juices flow fast and hard as Sansa sends her over the edge for her second orgasm using her expert tongue ministrations. This one was less dramatic, Jeyne giving out several soft moans, with each depicting her own increasing levels of release as her juices coat Sansa's pretty face.

Robert and Jeyne both come together while Sansa fingers herself and quickly achieves an orgasm of her own. The trio drops down onto the bed, contemplating their next move.

Deciding to take the initiative, Sansa crawls over on top of Robert and sits down on his lap. The second that she's on his lap, she exposes her bare pussy to him and proceeds to grinds herself onto his cock.

"You can't resist me, can you, my King?" the auburn-haired beauty asks.

"Who could?" Robert replies, causing to Sansa smile. Her pretty face is still shining with Jeyne's pussy juices, when Sansa decides to go for her next move and plants an aggressive kiss upon Robert.

The Red Wolf's kisses cause Robert's loins to start tingling and it soon gets trapped between Sansa's flat stomach and his body.

Sansa grabs onto his manhood and slides it ever so closer, edging it towards the base of her pussy. She rotates herself against Robert, coming very close to dropping down onto him and taking him all inside of her.

Jeyne takes a well-deserved breather, waiting for her next opportunity to get in on it, her wet core still stinging from when Sansa ate her out. She watches Sansa open up and drop completely down on the King, crashing her warm wet pussy lips down onto him and engulfing his massive cock completely inside of her.

Robert drops down onto the bed, with Sansa's wet walls clamping down onto him. The beautiful red head drives herself down on Robert, giving him a hell of a great ride as she bounces up and down, working her walls down onto him.

"SANSA!" Robert yells in pleasure and gropes her luscious tits and starts running his hands down her nubile body, while Sansa continues to ride him.

"Oh,… I love it when you scream my name as I bounce on your cock. It makes me so hot and horny. It makes me feel so good right about now," Sansa pants as she runs her hands through her wild locks, pleasure coursing through her entire being.

Robert reaches a state of ecstasy as Sansa strokes his cock with her silken walls, pushing him into her body. Adrenaline and excitement flood Robert's body as Sansa manages to hit all the right buttons with her perfect moves.

The incredible erotic scene turns Jeyne on enough to get her moving. She squats over him, lowering herself down on Robert's face so the lecherous Stag could start feasting out on her juicy pussy the way Sansa had been. The fast but skilled ministrations of the King's tongue as he works her over, had Jeyne breaking out into a rhythmic bounce while riding his face.

"Oooh, this is simply heaven," Jeyne pants out as he drives herself down to Robert's tongue.

Not wanting to be outdone by her childhood friend, Sansa matches Jeyne's energy and continues to rock Robert while taking as much of him inside of her as humanly possible.

The warm and tight pussy wrapping around his cock makes every single one of Robert's nerve endings hum with pleasure.

Utilising Shae's lesson, Sansa works him up and down while pulling out of him every now and then, as she rubs her lips down onto his tip while squeezing the base of his cock to keep Robert from spilling his load just yet.

And then Sansa drops down and takes Robert even further inside of her, stretching herself out, rising and dropping onto him with several intense bounces. The ride continues, with Sansa getting more and more explosive with her energy, while taking Robert into her.

"I know how to make that big cock feel good. I know all of your weak spots, don't I, your grace?" Sansa states with an almost challenging tone while smashing herself down onto the base of Robert's pelvis, rising and dropping, getting her fill of the virile King.

'By the Gods, I can't believe that just a few weeks ago, the girl was a naïve and innocent maid who blushed at a look. The ladies have done an excellent job training her. She has the wantonness and energy of ten whores,' Robert mused to himself, admiring Sansa's sexual awakening.

"Not yet, just not yet… got to make you earn it. Got to make you work for it. Got to make you… really feel the burn," Robert tells her, making Sansa pout in frustration, and her eyes narrow with determination.

Sansa gave it her all, but Robert reaching her insides and reduces them to a dripping mess was making it hard to do more than moan in

pleasure. Sansa connects her hips with Robert's, clutching down onto him. She's holding on tight, making Robert throb inside of her.

The delicious Stark beauty grabbing his cock between her warm walls and clamping down on him gives Robert more than sufficient amount of motivation to keep pounding away at her. He keeps driving his cock into the depths of the woman riding him, causing Sansa to close her walls around him and release him.

Meanwhile, Jeyne's dripping with sweat and desire, enjoying the number of ways Robert's questing tongue makes her feel beyond alive. She gets a shove deep into her womanhood and keeps dripping all over Robert as he rocks her a couple more times.

Robert plants a slap on Jeyne's firm ass, which serves both as a surprise and motivation for the young brunette. Jeyne drives her warm walls down onto Robert's tongue, impatiently waiting for a chance to wrap them around his royal member.

Though, Jeyne's chance to ride upon the King's cock is nowhere in sight as Sansa continues to hogs particular part of Robert, holding onto him tight and releasing him from her warm grips. The red head's juices trickles down from the tip of the cock, all the way down to the base, lubricating Robert as much as possible. Sansa bites down on her lip and gives a pretty good slide down to him. She sucks Robert into her warm pussy, taking him all the way down and then releasing him.

Sansa can feel her own release approach which makes her bounce faster and more furiously, holding herself to a very high and vigorous standard when releasing Robert from her tight core. She ends up holding him and releasing him making her body enter a state of pure bliss.

"Robert, closer," Sansa groans as sweat trickles from her forehead onto her face.

Robert is too preoccupied with eating Jeyne out, to inform Sansa about his own impending release. The warm tasty juices that fruitfully pour from Jeyne's warm hole provide Robert with the proper amount of nourishment to keep pushing his way deep into Jeyne's very warm depths.

Robert's hips rock up completely, slamming their way into Sansa as he nears the edge of his eruption. He can feel the weight of the world centred around his stiff, throbbing balls, unable to hold back for very long.

Sansa can sense that the King is close and slides her warm walls, contracting and squeezing him.

"With me." Sansa's soft words spur Robert on, with Jeyne not far behind if the sweet sounds emitting from the brunette are any indication.

Robert holds down tight and works Jeyne over, spearing his tongue into her on a constant and never-ending loop.

The labored breaths continue as Robert, Jeyne, and Sansa come together.

First Jeyne comes all over Robert's face, drenching it with her sticky juices. Sansa follows seconds later, clamping down on Robert and releasing a flood of her juices that drench his cock from tip to base.

And finally, Robert goes along with them as his balls throb, with Sansa holding on tight and milking him for everything he's worth. And he's worth a whole lot, driving himself deep. His balls unleash a huge flood, splattering their contents into Sansa's clenching hole, with his seed spilling into a constant and endless rate.

Sansa takes everything inside of her pussy, overtaxing herself. She drives down onto Robert, watching as Jeyne leans over, from the force of her orgasm.

Everything feels so good, as Sansa takes the last few blasts of cum into her tight hole. She makes sure to get everything from Robert and by everything, she means everything as she closes down onto him.

By the time that Robert finishes cumming, his muscles become tense and Sansa comes at least two more times all over him. It feels so good to lose himself in such a tight hole. Sansa's body was made for fucking and Robert smiles in contentment, knowing that it was his for the taking whenever he wanted.

Sansa leans in and gives Robert a kiss on the lips, giving her another chance to taste Jeyne's juices trickling from Robert's mouth. She sucks him on the mouth, and then pokes her tongue deeper inside to take as much of Jeyne's juices into her mouth as possible, she loved that taste herself.

Jeyne leans in and then moves between Robert's legs, with Sansa joining her a second later. Jeyne and Sansa take turns sucking on Robert's balls, while they both stroke his cock. Their delicious tongues soon spark a fire within Robert's loins, which won't go out anytime soon.

Robert is rock-hard in no time once again, owing to their soft hands and beautiful mouths. Jeyne and Sansa return to lick him from the tip of the head all the way to the base and make his cock just dance at attention. The Stag King can see the blazing carnal hunger burning their eyes.

Sansa ensnares him for a brief moment and clutches him in her hand, giving him a very intense squeeze. She folds her lips over his cock head and twirls her tongue over him. Robert groans from both her actions and the perfection of her mouth around him.

A moment later, Jeyne repeats Sansa's actions, proving herself as a quick and skilled study. The Steward's daughter deepthroats Robert, making him almost pop but manages to pull back at the last minute.

"Why don't I share his gift with you?"

Sansa's invitation as she lies back on the bed is not something that Jeyne can deny and she practically flies between Sansa's legs as cum dribbles out from the Stark maid's opening.

"Yes… that's perfect… put that tongue in me," Sansa says encouragingly as Jeyne laps up the seed flowing down her thighs.

The brunette beauty is consumed by lust and the combined taste of both Robert and Sansa's juices push her over the edge. Thought of repaying Sansa's brilliant tongue lashing from earlier only fuel Jeyne's desire to eat her friend out.

Watching Jeyne disappearing between Sansa's legs and eat his own cum out of her lovely pussy makes Robert hard as a rock. Her perfect body, both soft and solid at the same time, molds into Robert's hands as he runs his hands over it. He moves a little bit closer towards her, his thick throbbing manhood brushing against her nether lips before he opens up Jeyne for his intrusion.

The moment that his cock head touches Jeyne's warm lips is the moment she tries to draw him inside. Robert holds on tight to her waist and eases himself into her. Robert's throbbing cock slides into her and makes itself at home inside of Jeyne.

"Damn, I keep forgetting how tight you are," Robert groans.

Jeyne would thank the King for his kind words but she's too busy, eating Sansa out to respond back.

The sweet juices flow freely as Jeyne buries herself down face first into Sansa's lovely pussy. The daughter of Winterfell holds on tightly as her friend works her tongue into her in an even and endless movement while Jeyne hungrily feasts upon her pussy and the delicious juices flowing from it.

"Perfect… you're perfect," Sansa moans in pleasure.

Despite the King's relentless fucking of her earlier, Sansa is eager for more and to achieve that she begins sucking on her own index finger to get the proper lubrication and shifts.

The insatiable young harlot knows that there is only one thing that can make this better and that's finger fucking her own ass. Sansa twists and turns, her warm cheeks expanding and contracting around her finger. Sansa breaths in heavily and breaths out, getting her entire body rocked something fierce. She grinds her tight hole against her probing finger.

"Right… here… perfect." Sansa says before closing her eyes and allowing the fun to happen.

Robert holds onto Jeyne and rides her from behind as every inch of her sweet and tight pussy holds his cock in a vice grip. He decides to give the Steward's daughter everything that he has and starts moving his hips faster until he is nothing more than a blur thrusting into the brunette.

The King rocks her entire body as he both fills and empties her up at great speed, making Jeyne emit soft sounds of pleasure from her mouth. Robert feels that Jeyne's body was built for his cock, as he manages to slide his massive member in and out of her with the greatest of ease. He holds her tight ass cheeks into his hand and slaps them a couple of times, bringing Jeyne over the tipping point.

Sansa is a treasure without a doubt but her young friend has proven her value to him many times over as well. The way that she closes in onto him, evokes a unique kind of pleasure and Robert is sorely tempted to slows down his thrusts to a crawl in an effort to hold onto this incredible feeling for just a bit longer.

Jeyne's soft moans coupled with Sansa's passionate cries, stokes the fire within his loins and spurs Robert along to rock both of these lovely ladies and blow their minds.

"Oh, Jeyne… damn girl." Robert groans as the Steward's daughter closes ranks around his manhood and squeezes it, worshipping Robert in her smooth and velvety core.

He holds on for the ride, a hell of a ride all things considered and pounds Jeyne senseless. He clutches her and releases her ass, making sure that Jeyne's now oozing all over his cock. The deeper that Robert goes into her, the more of her sweet treasure he seems to enjoy.

The trio are now locked in a cycle of pleasure. Sansa lets out a passionate moan as the deeper Robert hammers away at Jeyne, the deeper Jeyne sticks her naughty little tongue into Sansa's wet pussy.

"Oh, you little… you're so good right now."

Ever since becoming the King's mistress, Sansa has enjoyed the skilled tongue and mouth of not just her virile Stag but his incredibly skilled paramours as well. But in this moment, it was clear that Jeyne had surpassed them all in regards to this particular bedroom skill.

Sansa's entire body experienced a huge roller coaster ride, being rocked and being sent along the way, causing her to clutch down on Jeyne's head and drive it deeper between her thighs.

"Mmm… mmmm."

Sansa hears her friend's pleasurable moans and they result in her undoing as she explodes all over Jeyne's face.

Jeyne finds her face pasted with Sansa's sweet juices and she just goes in for more, devouring Sansa like a woman on death row, indulging her last meal. Her tongue swipes both become frantic and eager, making sure Sansa's juices flow easy. She cannot get enough of the taste of being between the beautiful thighs of her friend.

Robert clutches onto Jeyne from behind, reminding her of his presence by sending waves of pleasure all over her body. Her core

closes on tight and makes Jeyne just lose it completely all over him. Jeyne clenches him and Robert holds on tight to drive himself into her.

"Close… can you believe that?" Robert chuckles.

Jeyne can believe it alright. The King is close, but she knows that she can get one more great orgasm out of it before he blows his load inside of her. At the very least, his swinging balls gives Jeyne a hint of what's to come and she greedily beckons for more.

Robert gives Jeyne everything that she has ever craved, driving himself into her body, and stuffing her full of his cock. Constantly and endlessly working her over until he edges ever so closer to the tipping point that Jeyne's just about ready to lose it.

Sansa's breathing moan and thrashing hips provide Robert with all the stimuli that he needs to send him over the edge. His plunging cock fills Jeyne up all the way and makes sure she's completely stretched out. Robert holds on tight on her and works over her body completely.

"Closer… closer."

Those chants from Robert and the throbbing of his balls shows just how close he is, as his swollen balls leave their impression Jeyne's unblemished flesh. She tightens around him, making sure that Robert does not stray that far away from her.

Robert takes a quick tour of Jeyne's perfect body one more time, making sure that he feels her all over while enjoying hearing her moans caused by his groping of her.

With his hands still on Jeyne, he manages to end up inside of her perfectly. He thrusts a bit deeper, with the resulting friction caressing his cock and releases his seed into the wild, coating the inside of Jeyne's walls with a huge blast.

Triggered by Robert's explosion, Jeyne experiences a release of her own. He tightens his grip around her cheeks for added leverage and spills more of his sticky juices into her. Jeyne can feel herself fill up completely, with his throbbing cock repeatedly ramming inside of her body. It fills her up and makes her just overflow with a constant barrage of juices.

After a few moments of recuperation, all three lovers crawl to the foot of the bed. Sansa and Jeyne drape themselves all over Robert and feel up his body while his hands move against them.

"How about another round?" Sansa asks coyly as she trails kisses on Robert's neck and Jeyne runs her hands soothingly over his abs.

'The North certainly breeds tough and hardy women,' Robert muses as he marvels at the stamina of his bedmates, looming over them, contentedly. This was the life.