Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Leonette Fossoway + Janna Tyrell

Margaery hissed as Robert's tongue plunged once more into her folds, the wicked organ worming its way deeper into her spasming passage.

She bit her lip, arching against the wall as her fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging him toward her mound insistently. She had no idea what had possessed him to suggest that they do this in a side alley of King's Landing's market district; neither did she particularly care at the moment.

She'd been coming here since she arrived, part of a calculated effort to cultivate a reputation for herself as pious, charitable, and generous noble woman. It took very little effort to create such a thing, the masses were all desperate to believe in something, and by indulging them just that little bit she won herself platform of popular support that would be very useful in the future. She still meant to have that crown, no matter how many times he had her or how many Small Council positions that he offered to her.

Right now, she was supposed to be meeting her brother and her handmaidens for another of her 'spontaneous' visits to Flea Bottom, but neither had arrived yet. She absently wondered whether or not Robert would stop if they did.

«Aaarrgh… It seems your tongue is good for much more than persuasion, my love… ,» Margaery moaned in pleasure.

She felt a soft chuckle against her nether lips, and draped her right leg over the king's neck, using it to hold him tightly against her as she bucked into his face.

«I might suggest you focus it on this purpose, instead. Then again, I might be a little bi-aahh!»

Her words and thoughts were both cut off as Robert's tongue curled inside her as he suckled on her outer folds, and she squeezed his head between her thighs eagerly.

Robert reached up to gently, but firmly squeeze the pale, taut curve of her ass, and she moaned softly, grinding into his mouth, riding that mercilessly wonderful tongue as it thrashed and curled inside her.

Robert, for his part, savored the moans and gasps from his latest conquest, together with the sweet-spicy flavour of the nectar that she was constantly unloading onto his tongue.

He sank his fingers into the firm, supple flesh of her gorgeous ass, kneading and massaging the perfect pale globes as he curled his tongue into a clamshell shape, eliciting a gasp and a wanton grind against his mouth from the beautiful lady. He sucked on the outer folds of her blossom, grinding his lips against the molten slit between dragging his tongue teasingly against the delicate pearl at the apex of her core.

Her grip on his hair was beginning to hurt, and he took that as a good sign.

Margaery grit her teeth to keep from screaming, throwing her head back as she pulled the King's head roughly, bucking and grinding against his wickedly talented mouth as the rush of her climax came over her. Bursts of blissful heat exploded throughout her body, her muscles tensing and spasming as the pleasure surged through her veins. Her thighs clamped around Robert's head as she ground against him, a torrent of sticky juices erupting onto his tongue, her toes curling tightly in her boots. Robert chuckled into her spasming cunt, eagerly drinking down the deluge of warm, sweet nectar she let loose, his hands beneath her ass the only thing supporting her as she spasmed and shuddered, his licks and suckles guiding her down from her orgasm.

She finally settled back against the wall, her fingers slowly relinquishing their death-grip on his hair. He ducked out from under her skirt, and smiled up at her, licking the last trace of her eruption from his lips.

Margaery panted softly, smirking down at the man she'd found herself enchanted by. «You are a deviant, your grace. Not to say that's a bad thing, mind you…"

Robert chuckled as he stood up, leaning in to kiss her hungrily. Margaery responded eagerly to the kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as his hands slid around her waist. The impish beauty smiled into his lips as she felt the ample evidence of his arousal jutting into her thigh.

«Mmmm.… enjoyed that, did you, my King?" she teased with a cock of her head, her eyes glinting with mirth.

"Mm-hmm.» Robert nuzzled her neck softly. «What's not to enjoy? You make the most delicious sounds when you- Ohhh…" Margaery reached down and squeezed him through his breeches, cutting him off mid-sentence.

«Interesting. I could say the same about you,» she replied with a smirk as she palmed the imposing length through the fabric,

Squeezing and stroking him teasingly.

There was a coughing sound from the end of the alleyway. Lancel Lannister was standing there, looking at the ground.

"Watch that, did you, you little pervert?" Margaery asked with a blissful smile, letting go of Robert.

When Lancel didn't answer and blushed more deeply she laughed, delighted.

"You were! You voyeur! When I let him fuck me tonight, I'll have to check that you're not under my bed!" Margaery playfully teased the flustered young man.

"Your brother is in the street, looking for you." Lancel mumbled, looking as though he wished that the ground would swallow him up.

Margaery sighed, and fixed her hair. "Well, I'd better join him then," she said with a sigh.

Robert gave her an incredulous look. "What about me?"

"You?" she said before sparing a look at the straining bulge in his breeches.

"Well, you could even stop in and see Chataya, or you could make the most of this opportunity while my brother is with me," she suggested and leaned in conspiratorially.

"I do not keep any secrets from my good-sisters, and Leonette didn't quite believe me when I told her what you can do," she informed him while giving him one last squeeze of encouragement.

"Go get her, your grace," she whispered in his ear, then headed up the alleyway, with Robert's blue eyes glued to the sway of her hips as she walked and her gently swinging backside.

Robert felt the way he had that first time they met, both frustrated and full of admiration. After that morning in the garden, she had left him so hard that he hadn't been able to get his breeches back on until Cerenna Lannister had happened past and carefully drained his balls three times.

'Incredible, that a woman,' Robert mused to himself before he noticed the fidgeting form of his Lannister squire.

"Well, you heard the lady. Time to taste some juicy apples and you'll be my look-out again. This is one task that you seem sufficiently competent at," Robert chuckled, making Lancel squirm in embarrassment, before they headed back to the Red Keep.

"I must confess, Marge, your good mood is both quite surprising and intriguing to me," Ser Garlan Tyrell told his sister when she finally showed up, flushed, panting, and all but glowing with a demonstrative loveliness. She'd been that way for the last few days, Garlan wondered if the city which he found deplorable was not agreeing with his sweet sister.

"Especially since father was blustering about how negotiations with Lord Stark did not work out," he added.

"Father just wants attention; you shouldn't listen to a word he says," Margaery commented without a care in the world.

Garlan raised an eyebrow, but snorted.

"Well, I can't argue there. Anyway, knowing grandmother, I'm sure that she and you have already come up with another plan to get what you wish for," the knight added with a chuckle, eliciting one from Margery herself in response.

"Oh, Garlan, you are far clever than you let on," Margaery said playfully, people knew to watch out for her and for Willas as the

Inheritors of Olenna's keen political sense and wit, but Garlan wasn't stupid either.

"I cannot say much but there is a plan in the works. Let's just say that our King is a man of many surprises and there might be other ways to gain the power and influence that we desire," the Tyrell maiden finished, piquing her brother's interest.

Her brother tried to pry out more details but Margaery managed to deflect them as they crossed into the courtyard of the orphanage, and Margaery sat amongst the children with a complete lack of self- consciousness.

It was too early to reveal their new strategy, Robert had promised her a position on the Small Council, which was a start, but what it really was, was a foot in the door. A way to squeeze more out of him, of course her method of acquiring even that much had been incredibly scandalous and though her brothers possessed more sense and tact than their father, like him they lacked the vision and drive necessary for their family's success. Fortunately, the women of House Tyrell did not share this flaw.

After her night of passion with King Robert and the subsequent revelations from it, she had spoken in great depth with her grandmother on the matter who confirmed everything to her. Once her initial shock had worn off, the two of them came up with a new way to further their positions in the realm. The court was filled with Lannisters and replacing them with their own people was the first step of the plan. Filling the King's bed with Reach maidens was another vital part of it. And thus, Margaery found herself taking a stroll with her brother while her good-sister, Lady Leonette Tyrell nee Fossoway, implemented the first steps of their plans.

'The King enjoyed his time in my Rose bush, let's see whether he likes the taste of apples,' Margaery mused to herself, before leaning over to lend a sympathetic ear to a young man who spoke of a lack of food.

Feeling as horny as the town bull and not much caring for it, Robert got a surprise when he opened the door to her rooms. Being physically intimate with what were unquestionably as many of the most beautiful women in Westeros as he could get his hands onto, it wasn't often that Robert was stunned by an even an exceptionally gorgeous example of the female creature. However, this was one of those times.

Seated in a mahogany armchair with plush red velvet cushions, with the brilliant morning sunlight from overhead pouring down from above her, was Lady Leonette Tyrell.

She wasn't dressed, save for a thin, almost sheer white chemise and a pale pastel green silk house robe left untied, she had been in the middle of combing out her long, shimmering blonde hair that reached to her waist like a river of pale gold. The chemise hung low on her shoulders, giving a glimpse of the skin, just a touch darker than the white silk that covered it. Her dainty feet were bare, crossed idly at the ankle as she hummed something to herself.

When she turned, regarding Robert with pleased surprise, he noticed she still looked younger than she was, even without any makeup at all

"That look of disappointment makes me as if I am an ugly hag, your grace," Lady Leonette stated after noticing his confused and dumbfounded expression. "My good-sister promised you an afternoon of fun and I'm here to see it through."

"What about your husband, my lady?" Robert asked. It didn't matter to him, a lot of women had husbands, and they'd usually forgotten all about them once he was done with them. "Does he agree with your method of displaying devotion?"

"Let's just say that what men don't know will not harm them. Besides, you should know that the women are far wiser and understanding in such matters," Leonette replied, getting to her feet and crossing the room. "He's spending some time with his sister, so it's only fair I spend some time with his sister's lover myself."

Displaying great eagerness, she grabbed Robert by the hand, and pulled him inside. The King found himself facing off with Leonette and seconds later, their arms wrapped around each other. They enjoyed the seconds that passed just in each other's arms. Leonette moved closer towards Robert and smiled before whispering in his ear.

"I'm eager to experience whatever it is you did to her that Margaery could not stop raving about."

Without further ado, Leonette kissed Robert on the lips, completely and fully, pure electricity coursing through their bodies. Robert put his hand on Leonette's back and pulled her deep into the kiss. He wanted so badly to feel her legs wrap around his body as he made out with her.

Robert wish came true soon enough when Leonette's right leg draped over his hip and Robert grabbed onto her left leg. He spun her around and pressed her against the wall for more intense kisses. Leonette returned fire with just as much eagerness, her fingers stroking Robert's hair.

Leonette closed her eyes, finally feeling something again, after all of this time. Robert pressed her back against the wall, her entire body just melting against him.

Robert pulled back and discarded the robe, leaving Leonette standing before him in sexy black lingerie causing his eyes to fog over with extreme lust. Robert kissed her hard to make their lips smack together and their hands were busy. Leonette put her hands on the back of Robert's head and pushed him away, their kiss breaking. Robert wondered why she would push him away.

"Oh, I want to get you out of those clothes and see all of you," Leonette said. "Why don't you sit on down and let me undress you?"

That sounded like a good idea and Robert immediately plopped himself on a chair while watching Leonette saunter towards him. She straddled him to be put in the perfect position to remove his clothes. With great speed, Robert was relieved of his vest and tunic with Leonette kissing him all the way. Robert encouraged this behavior by putting his hand on the underside of her perfect ass, squeezing it tightly as the two of them made out.

"Mmm….," Leonette moaned hotly.

Robert knew that she wanted this and he wanted it too, even more. Their lips, their tongues, everything just met together. Leonette worshiped Robert, kissing his lips, neck, chest, and then moved down to play with his abs. Her heated mouth came down, even more, her hands working his belt off and his breeches down to his ankles. But before discarding this final article of clothing, she put her hands firmly onto the bulge rising from beneath the fabric, causing him to groan every time she touched him.

Leonette could see an incredibly thick bulge extending down one of the legs, and she bit her lip.

«Take it out.» Robert's voice startled her with the purred command.

She swallowed audibly, and nodded, gingerly reaching out and untying his belt, the nervous shaking of her hands halting her efforts quite often. She managed after a moment, and she saw the lower edges of the king's toned stomach, along with the trail of course dark hairs that led down.

She slid her fingers down, startled at the warmth of his skin, and reached into his pants. Her questing fingers found what they were looking for, and she hesitantly grasped the heated flesh, her eyes going wide as her attempts to close her fingers around it were spectacularly halted. She blinked, and looked up at him. Meeting

Only a smirk, she returned her eyes to the focus of her efforts, reaching in her other hand.

She lifted the king's cock out of his breeches slowly, her eyes going wider and her heartbeat thundering in her ears with every fat, veiny inch that was revealed. When finally, the massive, mushroom- shaped head emerged, exposing his big hard cock which almost hit her in the face, she felt faint. The shaft was nearly kissing her, and she was able to extend her arms slightly in the space between her and the king's crotch. Her fingers looked and felt tiny as she held the throbbing meat-staff, the veins pulsing menacingly as it drooled a slight dollop of fluid from the tip. She licked the cock up and down and the taste of it was pretty good.

Robert purred softly to himself, and set his hand on the crown of her head.

«Get started,» Robert commanded in a gentle but firm voice.

Leonette bit her lip in nervousness but nodded in consent, parting her lips and moving in, she wasn't about to turn down a royal command. She halted, hesitating, then steeled herself, wrapping her lips around the head, not able to go far. She stroked the cock awkwardly, licking experimentally at the underside of the tip. She caught the flavour of the king's precum, and found it to be fairly pleasant.

She cooed softly as she sealed her lips around the swollen mushroom of flesh, her tongue slithering around the fat, spongy dome of maleness, slowly taking it deeper as her feet kept up their delicious efforts. Hissing came through Robert's teeth as she began to suck him, an act that she was clearly quite skilled in despite being unused to his size. She was careful not to go too fast, just letting Robert savor this feeling. And what a feeling it was.

Leonette's eyes locked onto Robert's own, staring into the depths of those brilliant blue orbs as she began to bob her head, taking the

Massive organ in and out of her hot, wet mouth with more and more confidence, leaving glistening trails of saliva along the length.

Robert held onto the back of her head and pumped his way as fast into the back of her mouth as humanly possible, his eyes glazing over ever so slightly. He grunted a few times, with Leonette pulling back for a second. He sucked in a breath, taking her head and combing her freshly brushed hair affectionately, much to her obvious delight.

Her eyes flitted open again, locking on Robert's own in an intense, smouldering look, just before Robert grit his teeth, the stimulation quickly becoming too much as he gripped her head, pushing her down reflexively as the tension in him snapped explosively, a massive jet of thick, creamy sperm plastering the inside of her mouth.

Leonette gagged, her eyes flying wide open as she felt the first, unbelievable blast of hot, thick cum deep in her throat, the copious load of seed flying right down into her stomach. Again, and again, she felt the pulse, and then the violent drenching of her gullet by the creamy, virile seed of the King of Westeros. Her stomach felt full to bursting, and she felt bloated and nauseous. He slowly pulled out, keeping the swollen, spewing head in her mouth, unloading his deluge of cum right onto her tongue. She swallowed, struggling to keep up with the flow, and Robert moaned, breathing heavily as the last few spurts emptied themselves into Leonette's mouth, his grip on her hair relaxing, and he released her after a moment, panting.

Leonette immediately pulled back, his member bouncing and swaying now that it was free of her lips, still almost at full-mast. She felt like she'd just chugged a gallon of milk, albeit warm and sticky milk, her stomach churning, but she swallowed that last mouthful and licked her fingers as well.

Robert put his hand under her chin softly, tilting her up to look at him.

«Say 'ahh',» the King instructed and though her cheeks burned, she did as she was told, opening her mouth. Robert nodded, pleased to see she'd swallowed it all.

«Mm. Good girl. You've earned yourself a reward," Robert concluded.

With that, he picked her up, the lust apparent in his eyes, and threw her over his shoulder. He tore off Leonette's bra and exposed her perfectly round and delicious breasts. They bounced into Robert's full view. He held onto them, squeezing them tight and making Leonette break out into a lustful scream. Every grab of those tits made her just burn with desire, pushing her chest closer into Robert's groping hands.

The two of them kissed, loud smacks echoing through the room. They were ruled by lust and now Robert could not keep his hands off of Leonette or vice versa really. Her fingers caressed his strong arm, squeezing him and then moved around to tease his body.

Her panties slid off to the side and Robert backed Leonette into the wall. He ground up against her body, kissing her all over in the process. Leonette breathed in and breathed out. She almost let out a shriek of pleasure, when Robert cupped his hand over her mouth and caused her to taper off.

"I want you," Robert growled and the proof of his claim was hanging between his legs.

Leonette breathed, back against the wall. All she could do was wrap her legs around him and encourage Robert. Her stocking clad legs wrapping against Robert's ass triggered him into leaning forward and taking the plunge. The first few inches stuffed Leonette like nothing that she had ever felt before. It was just pleasuring her insides and opening her up for more sensations.

"Oooh, further!" Leonette breathed. "Such a perfect man!"

Robert just smiled and ran his hands all over her body. Leonette's sultry form beckoned him and demanded to be plunged. She had a body worthy of worship and worthy of any and all attention. He thrust further into her body, his balls swinging heavily and cracking up against her.

Leonette's entire body just squirmed harder and faster, her nails grinding up against him from behind. She could do nothing else other than feel those deep thrusts which would just bury Robert inside of her body.

"Oooh, you're making me so hot for you," Leonette managed with a deep passionate breath.

Robert knew, oh boy did he ever know. Her walls clamping down onto him showed that much. Her wetness, her heat, everything about this stunning beauty made him realize this point and so much more. Leonette grabbed onto his arm and encouraged him, coaxed him, to plunge just that much deeper into her. His balls slapped hard against her thighs and made Leonette just moan harder into in his ear.

With a slight shift, Robert decided to pull out of her and leave Leonette panting, wanting more. Robert turned her and bent her over the table to allow Leonette's perfect ass to stick up in the air. Her legs opened up for him, her slick pussy dripping and almost sucking his manhood in when Robert closed in on it.

"That looks like quite sturdy and comfortable," Robert said as he gestured towards the footrest positioned near an opposite seat in the chamber.

"I've not had any complaints about it," Leonette replied.

"Then it's perfect for what I want to do," Robert stated as he wrapped his arms around Leonette's waist and plunged into her, bending her over the footrest and fucking the ever-living daylights out of her.

The loud slap of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the entire room. Robert crammed his thick manhood deep into Leonette's body and made her just scream out in intense lust.

Leonette was able to keep herself from letting out a scream so intense that the entire would have heard it, just barely. Robert stuffed her completely full and then held that position, no longer thrusting.

She could feel his veiny cock press against every inch of her walls, leaving no room. The tip of it caressed Leonette's womb and knew that he was one moment away from filling her with burning seed.

Robert leaned in towards her and kissed the side of her neck, making her just moan hotter and more intensely than ever before. Robert kissed her and pleasured her constantly.

"Mmm," Robert breathed in her ear. "You want me to go faster, don't you?"

Leonette swayed her ass in an attempt to entice Robert. Robert took that invitation and thrusted away at her to make some loud sounds. Every time he slipped fully into the stunning beauty; her tight walls cranked against him. Robert prided himself on a good deal of self- control.

"I know you want me to cum inside of you," Robert breathed. "Take your time," Leonette fired back.

"How very kind of you," Robert said. "And I'm going to take my time… I'm going to make sure I enjoy every last inch of your sexy body…."

He moved Leonette across the room, holding her up when he did so and bouncing Leonette down on his mighty cock. They took a stop by the balcony, with Robert pressing her against the glass-pained door leading outside. Her nipples pressed against the cold surface of the glass and got even colder; the further Robert plunged into her body.

He did not slow down and neither did she. Leonette pressed her walls against him, with those hands stroking her body and then those lips moving in. He sucked on her earlobe and made Leonette almost lose herself. The cool air flowing from the windows made her nipples erect. Robert pulled her away, placing Leonette's hands on the door. He switched tactics and milked her erect nipples.

This locked something into Leonette, with her pressing herself up and down against the door. Her inner walls milked Robert, who demonstrated an inhuman level self-control in resisting Leonette's ministrations. That just made Leonette want to crack him even more. Robert brushed against her neck, her breasts, her lower back, her ass, and finally her legs, oh how he paid attention to her legs, her lovely, lovely legs.

"I just love rubbing my cock up and down your legs for hours, and cumming all over them," Robert told her.

"That sounds hot," Leonette said.

"And then you wrapped them around me while I slowly fucked you into submission," Robert said.

"Mmm, we could do that, you know," Leonette said. "Maybe another time," Robert said.

They moved over to the desk and this time Leonette was the one who mounted Robert on it. She rode him, her wet walls sliding up and down onto his erection. A huge smack echoed when Leonette slapped her ass and looked completely divine in doing so.

Leonette's nipples erected to full hardness, partially from the cool air and also from the intense arousal. Something that Robert was not going to let up on her, leaning in and sucking on her nipple, pleasuring her like a nursing babe. Since Robert was sitting up, Leonette indulged him by wrapping her legs around his waist.

"You're incredible, my King," Leonette said.

"I've heard it before," Robert told her. "And you're going to cum for me…. Scream for me… but not too loud."

Robert palmed her tit and made Leonette just soak him all over. Her wet juices oozed from the tip of his manhood down to the base and made her just as hot as hell. Leonette rode him almost into the desk, more than testing its sturdiness and durability when going up and down on Robert.

The two pulled away from each other and their final stop was Leonette's bed. They almost made it to the bed but Leonette backed Robert against the wall near the bed, wrapping her legs around him, and forcing Robert to hold her up. Leonette rode Robert, rode him like there was no tomorrow. Her intense rises and drops made some pretty loud sounds, cracking their bodies against each other.

They built up a good sweat, Leonette more so than Robert, but he still was feeling it. The amazing sex drive this woman had caused him to throb and wonder exactly what her limits were.

"I'm glad that we could share this, my King," Leonette purred in his ear. "I'm glad we took the chance… and I'm sure I can find my excuse to send my husband out again soo…"

Robert groaned when Leonette clamped her walls around him to pleasure him. The Reach beauty knew exactly how to push Robert's buttons.

She pulled away from Robert and allowed his erect cock to flop in the wind. Leonette grasped him firmly, giving his massive manhood a kiss. They made out one more time, before Robert pushed Leonette back onto the bed.

He pulled away from Leonette to peer down at her. Every inch of her, divine, from large round breasts to a tight flat stomach, to beautiful muscular arms, the vixen's long gorgeous legs, and a tight pussy.

Leonette Tyrell nee Fossoway Lance was sex on legs, and one of the hottest women in the realm, without a doubt.

And naturally, being the King, Robert was entitled to the best of things, be it food, clothes or women and Leonette was certainly among the best. He worshipped her body, caressing and kissing her. Giving her a chance to recover after the hard pounding she had received.

Robert reached his lover's legs and Robert paused with a smile on his face. Robert leaned in and kissed her legs, which caused the deep breaths to come out in an intense manner from her. Her chest rose and fell, sucking in some more deep breaths the more Robert played with her legs. He kissed the right leg, first the outside, and then all the way to the inner thigh, her arousal making him wild.

Robert moved all the way back up, stopping at Leonette's pretty toes and sucking them hard. Her eyes glazed over in pleasure, a few seconds passing when Robert teased her. He licked her soles and made Leonette just break out into pleasurable hisses. He gave the same treatment to Leonette's left leg, sucking on her flesh. Every single inch of her just burned with desire.

Then, Robert ran his length up and down the back of her legs. Leonette wondered if Robert was going to live up his fantasy. She held her legs proudly in the air to make sure Robert ground up and down on them, pleasuring every inch of her. Leonette's eyes shifted over, the further Robert moved down, closing in on her. He almost reached her wet walls and then came closer towards her, before sliding back towards her.

"More," Leonette begged of him.

Robert spent the next several minutes rubbing himself up and down Leonette's perfect legs, ripping at the stockings so he could feel his cock press against her bare flesh. For a second, Robert thought about cumming all over her legs, but he decided not to, despite his inflamed desire.

Leonette almost was disappointed when he stopped short of exploding his seed all over her legs. Robert lingered closer towards her, spreading Leonette's legs apart. She broke out into a deep breath, with Robert pressing himself onto her body. Her hips jumped up, with Robert pushing into her from above. Robert slid into her body and made Leonette just break out into a cry of pleasure.

His divine manhood buried deep inside Leonette's wet pussy, tightening around him. Leonette squeezed around him, those legs running up and down his muscular body when Robert planted himself into her. The sounds of his thick balls striking her wet thighs echoed throughout the room.

"Oooh!" Leonette breathed in his ear.

Robert rose up and down onto her, engulfing her hot body with his own. The scent of sex always spurred Robert on to do some amazing things and he thrust ever so deeper and harder into Leonette, pleasuring her all over. Her walls tightened hard, in an attempt to pump a huge load of cum out of Robert.

It turned out that Robert was not done yet. He slowed down just enough.

"Am I making you horny waiting for it?" Robert asked. "You want me to go faster?"

"You know the answer to that," Leonette said with sexual aggression burning through her eyes.

Robert held him, easing himself into her. He cupped her chest and then moved down to once again stroke the object of his desire, Leonette's beautiful legs. His maiden squirmed, moaning the sweetest tunes underneath him, the faster that Robert drove down onto her. Leonette's wet walls clamped down hard against him and tried to coax him inside deeper. Robert planted himself into her, pressing against her hot body. Every ounce of her just rose up and

Took more of Robert inside of her. She broke out into moans, with Robert just working her over.

It was never enough for Leonette, now that she got a taste of him, she wanted more. Robert could ride in every sense of the world and his thick balls cracked down onto her fleshy thighs. Leonette put her legs down against him and wrapped tighter around him, squeezing him. Her lustful moans echoed throughout the room; the faster Robert drove deeper into her.

Robert pulled out of her and left her panting on the bed. Robert laid at the end of the bed, slowly dangling off of it. Leonette knew exactly what he wanted and she crawled across the bed. The seductive crawl she had fuelled that twitching piece of meat between Robert's legs. Leonette mounted him, rubbing her sweaty legs against him.

She palmed her breasts, looking down at Robert with desire.

"You, insatiable vixen," Robert said. "The question is, how long can you hold up?"

"I can ride you all night," Leonette answered with some confidence and swagger. "Can't go too long with something strong between my thighs."

Leonette planted onto him and looked like an angel, especially when biting down on her lip to avoid unleashing a passionate scream.

Leonette pressed up and down on him, and Robert's hands found her legs one more time. It appeared that Robert had developed an addiction to them while he held on to her. Leonette enjoyed his thick slab of meat stuffing her completely full, and she knew that sooner or later, those big swollen balls were going to explode. She grabbed him and squeezed him hard.

Those tight inner muscles proved to almost be Robert's undoing. A small amount of cum churned up his cock and leaked into Leonette. He managed to hold back the rest of the discharge. Still, much like a shark after smelling blood, once Leonette felt his warm seed dribbling into her.

"You shouldn't hold back on a lady when she craves your seed," Leonette said. "It's not becoming."

Robert just smiled and grabbed Leonette's chest when sitting up and motorboated her gorgeous breasts.

Despite the pair of them being utterly immersed in a haze of pleasure, the two of them managed to hear a voice from outside the chamber doors. It was his idiot squire, Lancel.

"Your grace, my lady, Ser Garlan is on his way back from Flea Bottom," the Lannister whelp said in an urgent tone. "Lady Margery is trying to delay him but I urge you to make haste."

The warning added a thrill to their passionate fuck and spurred Leonette to ride the prized stallion beneath her, with greater vigour. And he could ride just as much. The two lovers indulged in each other, their mutual orgasms becoming closer and closer to erupting.

Robert buried balls deep deeper into Leonette, determined to give her the greatest orgasm she ever had, prior to climaxing himself. He squeezed her chest and looked into Leonette's blue eyes, filled with so much passion. Messed up hair, her body and his body drowned in sweat, and the fluids of arousal seeping through them. Robert made his way into her, getting closer.

"My turn," Robert said.

Leonette thought it was about time and she tightened around Robert to milk every last drop out of him. Their bodies cracked together, the two lovers getting into it now more than ever. His hands teased Leonette's body and travelled on one final trip of all of her hot spots to get her juices flowing.

One final thrust buried Robert deep inside of Leonette, the loud crack echoing through their bodies. Leonette pressed down onto Robert and proceeded to milk him of all of his seed. The primal lust both of them felt was apparent, the moment that Robert's balls gave

Way and he started to fill Leonette up. He came for a long time and Leonette closed her eyes. It was so good to be with him, so good to touch him and to have this fun. She laughed faintly, and they both lay on the bed for a moment, enjoying the pleasant, lazy warmth in the aftermath of their fun. Robert sat up after a moment, and looked over at her.

Both she and the bed were a mess, sticky and stained in white. A few drops had landed on the rug as well. She seemed to catch his line of thought, and she smiled playfully.

"We've made a bit of a mess, didn't we?" the King grinned, and shrugged. That's what servants were for.

The two of them rested in each other's arms, Leonette kissing Robert slowly. He returned the kiss, with the two performing some aggressive petting of each other. Slowly, he began to feel himself swelling again, and she made a delighted noise.

Before it could go anywhere, however, they heard voices. Margaery was out there, speaking very slowly and loudly to make sure anyone nearby would overhear. With a curse, Leonette leapt to her feet.

Robert followed more slowly, he would have killed her knight husband if it meant he could have fucked Leonette again, but he surmised that both she and Margaery might raise a fuss. Besides, he had an inking that he had only begun to sample the delicious bounty of the Reach and spilling blood might sour the taste.

"It's a shame that we must part ways for now but I promise that we shall pick this back up, sooner rather than later," Robert said while planting a peck on Leonette's cheek, and he put on his breeches.

Meanwhile, Leonette threw a robe over herself, kicking her underwear under the bed and collected his discarded tunic and vest. With no time to waste, Leonette shoved the clothes into the King's hands and motioned him to make his getaway through the balcony,

Before leaving the room herself to keep her husband from seeing the state of the room.

Still, it was better if he was out of the picture.

As Robert moved along the archways and ledges, he felt transported back to his youth, when he would make such hasty getaways after bedding the wives and daughters of lords, knights and merchants. A simpler time, before the crown, before losing Lyanna and one free from all the lies and deceit.

He dropped over the side of the balcony to the room below, where he was greeted with a startled gasp. And it seemed that his trip down memory lane was not going to end anytime soon as he looked upon a glorious conquest of his past.

«Lady Janna?" Robert blinked in surprise. "I didn't know you were in the capital."

The extraordinarily buxom sister of Mace Tyrell raised her eyebrows, apparently surprised, herself.

"Robert?" she inquired, a little unsure of whether her eyes were deceiving her or not.

She had been reminiscing about her past encounter with the lusty Stag and for him to appear in her chambers was nothing short of a sign from the Gods themselves.

He smiled, inclining his head slightly and trying not to be embarrassed. The lady smiled softly herself, a hint of a smirk creeping into it.

"Well, I was planning to surprise you. It looks as though you were planning to surprise someone else. Who is normally in this room? Some neglected young wife you've got wrapped around your finger?" she said after making note his state of undress, and smirked. "Or two?"

"There is one I do have my eye on." Robert admitted, and she smirked. A comfortable moment passed between the two of them, remembering that evening almost a decade ago.

The sultry brunette smiled a little wider, her honey-brown eyes roaming his body appraisingly. "You look fit.»

Robert chuckled. «What can I say? I have to look the part of the hero, not just play it.»

She laughed into her hand softly, a habit that supposedly denoted restraint and propriety, though there was nothing of either of those things about her.

«So, I see,» she said with a soft smile that carried an undertone of suggestion.

«It is good to see you again, Robert. Perhaps you would like to come in out of the cold, and we could… talk more, in private?" she inquired politely.

Robert nodded, gesturing for her to lead the way. It was his castle, but they were her rooms. «After you, milady.»

«Mmn… such a gentleman, even after all these years,» she giggled softly.

They entered her rooms, and Janna Tyrell grinned as she pulled the balcony door closed, locking it.

«There we are, your grace. All alone….," she stated before looking up, the bright afternoon sun filtering in through the windows high

Above, and she squinted, frowning slightly.

«Not exactly the ambience I had in mind…» Robert said and gestured with his hand idly, calling upon the Old Gods whose whispers Melisandre had awoken in him on the Isle of Faces and the thick velvet curtains drew over the windows, casting the room into almost complete darkness. With another flick of his wrist, this time focusing on her god of fires, the lamps set throughout the room flickered to life, adding a soft, warm glow to the darkness.

Janna Tyrell looked surprised, but pleased as she turned back to him.

"New tricks, your grace?" she smiled faintly, as she toed off her boots, dainty, pale toes curling into the plush carpet.

"That's all they are, really. I'm king, it's not like I'm ever short someone to light my lamps and fix my windows," Robert said with a shrug.

Janna turned around, purring as she reached to the back of her dress, pulling the lacings apart slowly.

«I should hope not, though there are some things that only a king can do," she said before casting a smirk over her shoulder as she slid the dress down, the warm glow of the flickering lanterns reflecting off her pale, smooth skin deliciously.

Robert watched, admiring every inch of pale, creamy Tyrell beauty that was revealed. She let the dress fall to the ground, stepping out of it. He sucked in a breath, no small compliment with the assortment of beautiful women that he frequently had enjoyed. Her ass was a perfect, milky peach, shapely and firm, if a little more buxom than he was used to. She had crossed her arms over her breasts, turning slowly around, and biting her lip as she revealed herself.

It had been some time since he'd seen her, especially like this, and he took the time to memorize the sight. Janna wasn't a young

Woman, she was around his age but she had managed to retain the beauty of her youth; perfect curves, silky smooth skin, lustrous chestnut locks of hair, and pouty lips. Her breasts were still firm and perky, despite their impressive size. He'd learned previously that one would easily overflow his hand, a deliciously firm orb of silken flesh, unusually sensitive.

She was not thin, but she was certainly not heavy either. She was a soft, flowing plane of gentle curves, and it seemed she was made without any pointy edges at all. Nothing but silken warmth and softness writhing against him.

She beckoned him over with a finger, smiling mischievously, and he moved without hesitation. She sat on the bed gracefully, her legs crossed demurely, hiding the treasure between them from his hungry gaze. Slowly, teasingly, she uncrossed them, spreading the long, divine stems of pale flesh and pushing her hips forward, displaying her glistening slit. She was totally shaven, a trend that seemed to be popular among women these days, but he appreciated the way there was nothing to detract from the display of her soft, puffy pink folds.

For a woman who'd given birth, she still looked remarkably like the teenage girl of his youth. He slid to his knees, and she looked down eagerly, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as his lips sealed over her gash, sucking softly.

"Oh my. You've certainly changed, it used to be me doing this for you," she said and leaned back, bracing herself on her hands as she settled in to watch and enjoy, loving the sight of the King of Westeros on his knees, devouring her cunt.

His beard tickled her thighs as his hot, coiling tongue slid against her, gathering her dripping nectar as her sucked and lapped at her petals, gliding his lips along her labia. By the gods, he was good at this.

He slid his hands up, stroking her thighs softly as he thrust his tongue into the Janna Tyrell's tunnel, twisting and undulating it in

Ways that made her shiver and moan with every motion of that wicked muscle. Her toes curled as she wrapped her legs around his head. His tongue twisted and thrust like he was fencing with it, swept along one sopping inner wall and another as his hungry mouth sucked and slid over her dripping sex. The way it moved inside her, it might as well have a mind of its own, and she laid back, her hands coming to rest on his head, tangling into his hair the way her niece had.

She ground into his mouth, a steady trickle of the Tyrell beauty's nectar flowing onto his tongue. Her husband would never even dream of doing this, and though she was fond of the man she'd only married him because that night of passion with Robert came at the price of her virtue. And so, using a play from her mother's book, she paid a visit to her potential suitor, Lord Jon Fossoway, the following night and sealed her marriage pact.

Now, ten years later, the King was on his knees with his tongue rammed up her poor, neglected pussy… it didn't take her long to cry out to the Seven Gods and burst into spasms of utter bliss, her cunt quivering and clamping around that talented tongue as she flooded his mouth with her juices.

Robert stroked her legs soothingly as she came down, ceasing his tongue-work out of mercy for her over-stimulated quim. She panted softly, smiling down at him; a smile he returned as he licked the last of her climax from his lips.

Somehow, that image of his tongue eagerly collecting that little drop of glistening fluid spurred her on, and she leaned up, her hand under his chin to guide him up. She gently turned, pushing him onto the bed as she crawled beside him, kissing him softly as her hand trailed down his bare chest, moving lower until it gripped his belt. She tugged it open with practiced ease, and reached in, gripping the base of what she knew to be a positively gigantic member.

Either her memory had been downplaying it, or he'd somehow grown bigger still in the intervening time because her fingers couldn't

Encircle the girth; at best she managed to cup one side or the underside of his member, feeling the heavy flesh pulse hard and hot in her grasp. She pulled it out tenderly, biting her lip as inch after inch was revealed, until finally, the swollen, head came into view. A single, pearly dollop of his fluids dangled from the tip, and she slid her hand up to the head, smearing it over the prick-helmet with her thumb.

She supported herself on her hands and knees, her shapely ass in the air as she stroked his shaft with her right hand. She adjusted herself, laying over his leg and bracing herself on her elbows and knees, coming face-to-face with the beautiful length of towering flesh. Clearly, he'd just been with someone, she could smell it all over him, and the urge to replace that scent with her own was a powerful one.

She licked her lips, wetting them, and locked her eyes on his as her pouty lips slid down over the tip, her tongue tickling the slit and getting a small taste of his precum, the flavour quite to her liking.

Robert, for his part, spread his legs to give her more room, his left hand rubbing her lower back as he leaned back slightly on the palm of his right. He looked down into those honey-brown eyes as the beautiful sister of one of the most powerful men in Westeros sucked his cock. And Janna did so eagerly, stroking his cock firmly in her soft hand as she slid her lips completely over the head, her tongue swirling and caressing the spongy flesh in her mouth, bathing his cockhead adoringly.

She felt his fingers playing along her slit, one finger circling her clit, but never quite touching it. She moaned around him, her eyes closing as she took a breath through her nose, and forced her mouth down around the imposing length of cock again, the huge head pushing into the back of her throat, making her choke a bit before she relaxed, the massive prong sliding down her gullet.

Robert hissed in pleasure, feeling the impossibly tight, wet warmth of her throat descend around him, the muscles milking his shaft as they vainly attempted to expel the monstrous intruder. Janna grasped his

Cock at the base, steadying it as she swallowed, taking a few more inches in, then pausing to breathe through her nose. She kept this pattern up until she'd managed to swallow an impressive one-half of the shaft, unable to take any more. Her throat bulged out noticeably, and her spit ran in glistening rivulets down his cock, her tongue wriggling against the hard slab of Royal Prerogative.

He gave a deep moan, appreciating the natural talent of the beautiful noblewoman. A number of his girls could take it all the way fairly easily now – Sansa, Talisa, Shae and Ross, but they'd all had plenty of practice, and Margaery could as well, but she was far less fragile than just about any woman on Westeros.

As it was, Lady Fossoway stroked what she couldn't fit, beginning to bob her head on the enormous shaft. She was slow at first, moving up and removing the cock from her throat in a torturous, drawn-out suck, then driving her throat down on the pillar, the violent motion always making the muscles spasm and clench around him, wringing pleasured gasps and hisses from the king.

She gradually picked up the pace, slurping noisily on the fat dick, sucking and swirling her tongue over the head adoringly now and then, slapping the swollen, fleshy head against her tongue before settling back into her rhythm.

Robert grit his teeth, savouring every moment of this. His left hand came to rest on the crown of her pretty head, petting her affectionately. She was a creative and enthusiastic cocksucker, it was true, and he'd been interrupted with Leonette, three times usually took the edge off, but he would have wanted a few more to really be satisfied.

When it came to pussy, to Robert Baratheon 'Way too much' meant 'Just about enough'.

He was headed toward the edge, and fast. He panted, wetting his lips as he looked down at her.

«Aargghh… Janna… I'm going to…" the King groaned out as he drew his hand partway from her head, letting her know she could pull away, but it settled back soon enough when she only increased her efforts, moving up to furiously slurp and suck the head, rapidly stroking the mammoth member.

He gritted his teeth, feeling a fiery rush surge up his manhood, his muscles clenching as he pushed her head down reflexively, her eyes going wide as the first, massive burst of hot, creamy ball-batter exploded into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out noticeably as the thick, gooey blast of virile cum drenched her tongue, the sheer force causing some to escape her lips and drool down his shaft. She swallowed as quickly as she could, struggling to gulp down the viscous fluid, her throat bobbing furiously with her rapid swallowing.

He was steaming-hot and delicious, not bitter or salty in the least. His release was spectacular, in force, volume, and duration. It seemed like it had to well up from somewhere else, each powerful, heavy blast of thick, creamy seed as plentiful and forceful as the one before it. Even as eager as she was, she could only manage so much, and a good deal escaped her lips to drizzle down his cock and over her fingers.

After what seemed like an eternity, the flood slowed to a trickle, and Janna pulled her mouth away with an audible pop, his cock bouncing and swaying, apparently none the softer for its recent eruption.

She sucked the remnants from her fingers, still enraptured, craving more of the intoxicating substance. The sight of her ravenously sucking his cum from her fingers turned Robert on to no end, and he gently, but firmly flipped her onto her back on the bed. She mewled in surprise, only to moan deeply as he began rubbing that mammoth cockhead against her aching pussy lips. She gripped the bedsheets in tightly-balled fists, anticipating what was to come.

With a firm, but still gentle thrust, Robert put his thoroughly lubricated cockhead into Janna's eager cunny, the tight, pretty pink folds bulging as they were spread wide by his shaft. Her long, lovely

Legs wrapped around his waist firmly, and Robert hissed softly, driving forward with a hard, powerful thrust that speared Lady Janna's tight, quivering quim up to the hilt, her outer lips stretched wide around the base, her buns jiggling from the smack of his hips.

Janna Fossoway nee Tyrell cried out, but the scream was strangled in her throat, the monstrous cock feeling like it knocked the wind out of her.

It was painful, incredibly so, but the pleasure of being so perfectly filled, so utterly stuffed after so much neglect drowned it out. She didn't have time to adjust or catch her breath, as Robert drew back, his mammoth cock dragging along her rippling inner walls, making her soul shiver as he pulled out to the head. Her pussy clamped and clung to his cock so tightly, she swore to all the Seven Gods that if she wasn't so soaking wet by the time he went in, the magnificent shaft would have dragged her pussy right along with it.

He drove back in with a smooth, forceful thrust that saw him buried to the hilt again, her cunt spasming and quivering around his shaft with the overwhelming sensation.

He kept up the pace, a smooth, steady withdrawal, always leaving the head inside, before impaling her again in a deep, forceful thrust.

She writhed and bucked against him, unable to contain the shuddering moan that poured from her lips. Robert kissed her hungrily, partly because it seemed like a damn fine idea on its own, partly because he didn't want her letting everyone in the castle know she was being furiously fucked by the King for the first time in over a decade.

She let her moans flow freely into his mouth, her legs locked tight around his hips as her hands tangled in his sweat-dampened hair. He picked up the pace, the headboard rattling against the wall as the wet, sinful smack of his crotch driving into hers adding a rhythmic counterpoint to her pleading gasps and moans.

Janna was sweaty, dazed, and having the time of her life. Coherent thought was impossible, time dragged on forever or flew out of sight amid a steady string of shuddering, screaming orgasms, her primal cries of pleasure muffled into the King's hungry mouth.

Her body was a rag doll, limp and buzzing, the only feeling the beautiful fullness and friction exploding from her cunt with every pounding thrust of the king's hips. The room was darker now, with the only light coming from the sputtering, half-empty lamps around the room. Was it truly so late? It had been mid-afternoon when they'd started, hadn't it?

She felt him tense and shudder against her, a strangled moan escaping into the kiss that they shared. His thrusts became rapid, disjointed, erratic where they'd been in perfect tempo before. She knew he was close, and that presented a problem.

With her memory refreshed after the deluge of creamy goodness that erupted into her mouth, she realized that if he came inside her, there was a chance that he would get her pregnant. And with her husband off in the Reach and not likely to make an appearance for months yet, that presented a problem.

She tried to voice this, to tell him to pull out, but her body betrayed her, her legs clamping desperately around his hips, the only sound from her throat a blissful moan. Luckily, the King still had some sense, even in the build up to climax, and he pulled out with some difficulty, her legs providing a convincing protest as he fought to keep himself in check, untangling himself and letting Janna roll onto her right side.

She pressed her hands against him, and almost the exact moment that she did, she felt the cock pulse and swell against the sensitive skin, and she looked back just in time to see Robert let out a deep, shuddering moan as a long, vivid white streamer of sticky cum exploded forth, hitting as far up her body as her cheek, the rest of that first shot falling over her breast, neck, stomach and hip, a fat, heavy splatter landing on her thigh. Another long, looping strand of

Thick seed erupted from his swollen cock-head, this one reaching up to land in her hair before landing along her body in a similar fashion as the first.

Robert continued to go, and Janna cooed at the sensation of the next drenching volley exploding smack against her soles. The forceful gush of fluid covered her completely, the hot, creamy seed flowing off in viscous rivers of steaming white. A few last, weary thrusts between her fingers accompanied the fading pulses, the sluggish flows of Robert's cum criss-crossing her hands and wrists.

Janna panted raggedly, collapsing onto the bed as he tried to catch his breath, exhausted after the exertion. Janna still had her hand in his lap, and she idly played with his softening cock, gripping it, rubbing it as she looked at him with a sated, slightly amused smile.

"Now, that's the Robert I remember," she remarked with a satisfied smile.

"Glad you approve, but I'm not done with you yet. It's been ten years; we've got a lot of catching up to do!" Robert answered with a grin.