Chapter 34

Myranda + Desmera Bolton

Chapter 34: Myranda + Desmera Bolton

A hot and ragged breath came from Myranda, the daughter of the

Dreadfort's deceased kennel master as she made her way through

the dense cover of tress within the Wolfswood of the North.

Her body trembled as her skin was assaulted by the frigid winds of

her homeland. She had lost several pieces of clothing from the wear

and tear of her escaping her pursuers over the days and now she

was wearing nothing, but a makeshift top which wrapped around her

cleavage and barely anything else. Also, her pair of breeches had

been torn so badly that they could barely pass as a pair of shorts.

To add to her discomfort, Myranda had never formed the habit of

wearing any small clothes due to her lover, Ramsay Snow's taste of

savage fucking. Any undergarments that she donned usually ended

torn to shreds.

'Oh Ramsay, my savage beast,' Myranda thought, mourning her

former lover and hunting partner. He was probably long dead by

now, killed by either the Wildlings or those savage bitches of Bear

Isle.

No more than a fortnight ago, she and Ramsay were busy enjoying

one of their maiden hunts along with Ramsay's trusted band of

Bastard boys and hounds. Usually, they would chosen a simple farm

girl from the lands surrounding the Dreadfort as their prey.

But with the huge influx of Wildlings into the North after the Stag

King's new alliance, Ramsay wished to test the mettle of the so called 'Spearwives' and so they had journey away from the lands of

Ramsay's lord father to the outskirts of the Wolfswood near the Stark

lands where a new settlement of the savage had taken root, with the

blessing of the King and his Stark dog.

It did not take them long to find and abduct a lone girl, gathering

water from a pond located on the edges of the Wildling camp. Little

did they know that it was all trap laid out by Ramsay's bitch of a halfsister, Desmera, and her aunt, Lady Barbrey Dustin to expose their

crimes. The official explanation was that the Bolton whore and her

widowed aunt did it out of a sense of duty and justice. However,

Myranda knew that this was vengeance for the death of Ramsay's

weak-willed half-brother, Domeric.

Not that it mattered in the end, she and Ramsay along with their

entire band ended up in chains. Despite the circumstance, they had

not panicked as they knew of the Stark's penchant for law and

justice. And since there was no evidence of their past crimes or

Ramsay's hand in Domeric's death, they only had to explain the

abduction of the Wildling girl. With a little intervention from Lord

Roose and a plausible cover story, they would have been able to get

away with little trouble.

Unfortunately, they had underestimated the lengths to which their

foes were willing to go, in order to see them dead. When Lord Roose

had arrived at the settlement to speak with the Wildling chieftain

along with his daughter and good-sister, he was accompanied by the

Mormont bitches and none other than the King himself, who were

there to resolve the matter amicably.

The surprising situation soon turned horrific for Myranda as Lord

Roose and his guards were slaughtered by the Wildlings and

Mormonts during the trial at the King's command. It was then that the

bitch, Desmera revealed the plan to frame Ramsay and his

companions for the murder of Lord Roose, so that she could take

control of the Dreadfort and its lands.

Over the course of the next few days, Ramsay and her companions

were taken from their makeshift cells, one at a time, to be tortured

brutally. It seemed that Ramsay's sister shared the family's sadistic

streak for inflicting torture and suffering upon their enemies.

After Ramsay had been dragged away, Myranda knew that she was

running out of time and so she made her escape when the

opportunity presented itself. At the time, she had thought her escape

was a product of good luck and her own ingenuity. Only to later

realize that her captors wished to subject her to same torment and

humiliation that she and Ramsay had visited upon countless others.

After enduring the gruesome struggle to survive in the harsh woods

while simultaneously evading the hunting parties, the kennel

master's daughter had started to think that perhaps she should just

give up and accept her fate.

Suddenly, a strange white mist surrounded her, making it hard for

her to breath. A strong hand grabbed Myranda and pulled her into a

nearby clearing. She turned around and came face to face with a

rather handsome and well-built man. Black hair slightly streaked with

grey, stormy blue eyes, muscular. Myranda's heart skipped a beat as

she realized that she was staring at King Robert Baratheon himself.

"No need to panic. If I wanted you dead then you would be," the King

said to her in a calm voice. "Truth be told, I'm impressed by your will

and determination to stay alive."

Robert led Myranda deeper into some kind of makeshift clearing, in

the middle of the woods as she struggled to form a coherent thought.

Despite her dire circumstances, Myranda found herself stealing more

glances at the King before her. Getting wetter and wetter, and getting

more aroused. His cock appeared to harden from within his

breeches the more he looked at her. Myranda stopped and he

pressed himself against her ass.

"The feelings that you are experiencing are a side-effect of the mist

that you encountered. I created it to ward off your hunters as well as

give us some privacy to speak," Robert said as he ran his hands

along her form.

Myranda had heard the tales and rumors of the King's dark powers

but had been skeptical to believe in them. She had no time for any

further thoughts and questions, as the King presented her with the

offer to save her life in exchange for her pledging herself to his

service for life.

It took her less than a few seconds before she accepted the

proposal. Now, she knew that the man before was responsible for

the death of the only man that she had ever loved as well as

humiliating suffering that she had recently endured. And here he was

dangling a chance to live in lieu of making her his bitch.

But Myranda reminded herself that's what she had always been.

First her father's bitch, then Ramsay's and now she would be a royal

bitch.

The instant that she managed to catch her breath; Robert kissed her

and she promptly returned it. A savage and primal fury consumed

Myranda's mind as the King discarded his clothes within a flash. And

she was now driven to fulfill the biological urge within herself.

Myranda put her hand on Robert's cock and started to stroke it. The

virile King before her smiled and kissed Myranda a couple more

times, hard and fast. Her nipples hardened when Robert touched

them. The threadbare clothes had been ripped off of Myranda's

body. Robert spun her around and grabbed Myranda's thick ass in

his hand as he grinded against her from behind.

"Another one. So willing. I'm glad. You made a wise choice."

Robert stated as his cock rubbed up and down against Myranda's

thighs. She was already heated up as Robert continued to grind

against her. He switched from her pussy, to her ass, and rubbed up

against her cheeks.

"I need you to fuck me."

She said it in a low whisper.

"No one hear. You can let it out."

"But, what about…."

"They know better than to interrupt their King."

Myranda's entire mind shut down as Robert wrapped his strong arms

around her body and lowered his member down into her hot,

scorching slit. Myranda only found herself dazed, for a moment, prior

to the point where Robert rammed his cock deep inside of her pussy

from this side. Myranda's hot, hungry lips wrapped around Robert

and sucked him into her. Robert guided his hand down her back and

he plunged into her, deep and fast. His balls just smacked her thighs

while pumping back and forth inside of her body.

Robert pulled out of Myranda, only to turn her around and press her

against the tree. Robert wanted to view the lust in Myranda's eyes

before he slammed his cock inside of her. The ravenous lust in the

bitch's eyes had not been a disappointment. Myranda's eyes shifted

back and Robert explored every inch of her hot curvy body. He

grabbed her hips and slammed deep inside of her body.

Robert leaned down and cupped her breasts. Myranda let out

another cry of pleasure after Robert's fingers danced all the way

down onto them. He touched and worked his fingers over and over

again to make her scream out in pleasure. Robert edged his fingers

against her.

"Release yourself. You're mine now," Robert whispered in her ear.

Yes, Myranda was his, since the moment that he laid his hands on

her. He pushed down into her body, and could feel his cum-filled

balls. Myranda tightened her legs into her and the heat erupting

through her body made her even more stunning.

Robert kissed Myranda's lips and made her scream in pleasure. The

deeper that Robert pumped inside of her body, the more her entire

heated core just soaked down onto him.

Myranda's mind went into meltdown as she reconciled herself with

the fact that her only purpose at that moment was using her body to

service the cock of this mighty man. She had thought that Ramsay

was a beast in bed before. But now she knew what a real monster

felt like.

"Put a bastard in me!" Myranda gasped as she was overcome with

the desire to bear a pup born of the King's royal seed.

She sunk her nails into Robert who smiled as he felt her walls

become super slick. He pushed deep inside of her, directly inside of

her womb as he fucked her.

"Breed me. Breed me! I'm nothing, but your breeding whore, shoot

that fucking cum in me and knock me up with your beautiful spawn!"

Myranda yelled, crazed fury dancing in her eyes.

Robert rammed deep inside of Myranda and attacked her. His hips

moved like a blur. Orgasms came so hard that Myranda could barely

register them while drooling all over the place. Robert edged deeper

and deeper into her. Those balls left imprints on Myranda's thighs

which she was not sure would ever go away.

Her moist, hot canal prepared itself to receive his royal gift. Robert

pushed down all the way, his balls tightening. With one more push,

he exploded inside of her. His cum fired rapidly and filled up her

body.

Myranda could feel her insides changing. Never again would

anything other than this mighty cock pushing inside of her feel right.

She could feel his balls press onto her as he pumped as much of his

seed down inside of her body as possible.

The moment that Robert pulled out, his cock was still hard. Myranda

leaned down and inhaled it into her mouth to suck her own juices off,

making her horny as hell.

"As much as I love your mouth, there's a hole that I crave more."

Robert said before pushing Myranda onto a tree stump, making sure

that her ass stuck into the air. Robert squeezed, spanked, and licked

her asshole, getting it nice and wet. Robert grabbed a hold of her

thick ass and fondled it. He teased, squeezed and released

Myranda's ass cheeks.

Myranda found herself getting hornier than ever. The thought that the

King would push that big cock of his into her ass, and wreck her,

wreck her hard, oh it really did make her hot and bothered.

"Break me! Fuck my ass," the former bitch of Ramsay Snow growled.

An ass like Myranda's was built to take cock. Robert lined up for her

and with one more push, buried his manhood into her deep.

Myranda pretty much sucked every inch of his cock inside of her

tight anal cavity and moaned as he got into her, good and deep.

Robert rolled his hands back and forth, working tight around

Myranda's ass, pushing inside of her. Myranda leaned in, practically

drooling as Robert fed her ass with a constant number of strokes

with his cock. Her tight, bubbly ass sucked him in.

The skilled lover pushed all the way into Myranda's hot asshole. The

faster that he pushed deep inside of her, the more she screamed out

for him. Robert leaned in and toyed with her entire body. Everything

that Robert did to her, felt amplified by tenfold and left her a drooling

puddle of lust in the end.

"Mmm, I'll fuck your ass every day. Would you like that, my new

pet?" Robert asked teasingly.

Oh yes, Myranda would love it. Robert pulled back on her hair for

added leverage to bury deep inside of her anus. Myranda found

herself in a daze, the deeper that Robert plunged into her body. The

heat only increased, the faster that Robert edged inside of her. He

rode her faster and faster.

All good things came to an end. Quite an end on Myranda as well.

Robert buried his length deep into Myranda's round, thick, juicy ass.

Her anal walls milked him, when he bottomed out deep inside of her.

Myranda threw her head back, rocking forward as Robert drove as

much cum into her ass as his balls could hold. He edged deeper and

spilled drop after drop of cum deep inside of her ass from behind.

The sensation of draining his cock in such a fine piece of ass

brought Robert great satisfaction.

The moment that Robert finished inside of Myranda, he pulled out of

her. He left her slumped over the stump, ass dripping with his cum. A

smile passed Robert's face as he hoisted up Myranda over his

shoulder and carried her off back to his camp.

Another bitch added to his growing collection.

The entire castle of Winterfell was abuzz as news of Lord Roose

Bolton's demise at the hands of his bastard spread through it.

Thankfully, the cover story crafted by Robert and his fellow

conspirators was widely accepted by the nobles and commonfolk

alike.

They had received word that Ned and the remaining guests for the

weddings would be arriving, later that evening. Robb Stark had

requested Robert to be present when he informed his father about

the recent events. And Robert had agreed before excusing himself to

get some rest till that time.

Robert made his way into his bedchambers, but discovered that it

was already occupied. The new Lady of the Dreadfort, Desmera

Bolton, was seated on the bed, dressed in lacy pale grey lingerie

which matched her eyes. She wore an opened robe, a corset top,

with a grey pair of lacy panties, grey garter belt, and stockings which

stretched all the way down her luscious legs.

"This is an unexpected but pleasant surprise, Lady Bolton," Robert

said while arching his eyebrow.

"Come now, my King, we should waste any time with such idle

banter," Desmera responded with a smile. " I am indebted to you.

And both my aunt Lady Dustin and Lady Mormont have informed of

me of your preferred method of payment, so I insist you give me a

chance to repay you."

Desmera rose to her feet and moved across the room to meet with

Robert. She reached in and placed a hand on his hip before leaning

forward.

"It's the least that I could do, after you dispensed justice for my late

brother along with securing my inheritance."

Desmera leaned closer towards Robert, a flickering smile on her lips.

She crossed the room, getting a little bit closer towards Robert.

Robert reached up and stroked her hair. The silkiness of her hair

brought a smile to Robert's face.

"Of course, though I should warn you that if we do this, you might

end up feeling more indebted to me," Robert said playfully while

feelings of excitement and intrigue coursed through Desmera's being

upon hearing the King's boastful claim.

The two leaned in together and their lips met together in a very

sensual kiss. Desmera's tongue sought entry into Robert's mouth

and he opened his mouth to allow Desmera to ease her way into it.

The kiss deepened as Robert maneuvered his tongue into the back

of the mouth of the new Lady of the Dreadfort, causing her to gasp at

the very moment that Robert slid his tongue into her mouth's depths.

Despite possessing the familial Bolton trait of not showing any

emotion to the world, Desmera had to admit that she felt a bit

nervous as her leg wrapped instinctively around Robert, while he

slowly ran his hand down it. Desmera closed her eyes to feel the

pleasure of him. She had never experienced anything like this

before.

The only thing was that the King was no ordinary man, he was a

god. At least that is what she had concluded after hearing all the

tales of King's battles on Pyke and beyond the Wall.

Robert deepened the kiss and guided Desmera towards to the bed.

His hands caressed her body, sending tingles down her spine.

"Don't worry, I can make you feel pleasure that you couldn't even

imagine," Robert said gently to her.

Desmera couldn't help, but think she would be the one getting a lot

out of this, despite being the one with the debt to repay. Robert's

kisses deepened and moved all the way down Desmera's body. She

gasped the moment that Robert sent pleasure shooting down her

body, and it was only just beginning.

Robert slid the top of Desmera's corset down and revealed her

breasts to the world. Her nipples stuck out, begging to be sucked.

Robert took some time to tease the young noble woman, before

leaning down to latch onto her breasts.

The little moan coming from her body was Robert's reward. He gave

another suck and received another moan in response. He rolled his

hand down the side of her leg. Robert slowly figured out all of the

spots on Desmera's form which caused her pleasure.

Weakness was not something Desmera encountered very often.

Given the family that she belonged, weakness was considered a

luxury that she was not entitled to. Still, with this particular

weakness, came its own reward.

"Please!" Desmera begged him.

Robert's hand edged over Desmera's legs and felt the smooth

softness. Her silky stockings were captured in Robert's grip as he

slowly moved closer towards her. Desmera's breathing quickened

the further that Robert moved his way over her. His fingers dipped

between the thighs of the pale beauty.

He moved around and started to kiss Desmera's body. Her corset

was ripped off, to revealing the supple and nubile body. Her pale skin

glistened in the light coming from the torches that illuminated the

chamber. It lightly dripped with sweat and arousal from what the King

did to her.

"I can't wait to taste you," Robert stated in a raspy voice.

Desmera felt that the feeling was more than mutual. Robert slid her

panties down to reveal her smooth pussy that was dripping with so

much moisture.

Robert could feel his mouth watering at the thought of what he

wanted to do to the young Lady Bolton. And there was a lot that he

could do with her. He moved closer towards Desmera and spread

her thighs to reveal her dripping womanhood.

"Such a beautiful pussy!" Robert hissed.

Robert's tongue struck a high note and Desmera reached up and

gave a daring grab to the back of Robert's head. The handsome face

of this god-like man was buried between her thighs, eating her pussy

out. His tongue knew the exact spots to hit, and strike while his

cropped beard tickled the skin of her nether regions. In that moment,

all that Desmera could do was just hang on and more importantly,

enjoy the ride.

And it was a hell of a ride to enjoy. Desmera kept rising and falling

on the bed while her fingers lightly squeezed the back of Robert's

head.

"Deeper!" Desmera begged.

She came when Robert's tongue vibrated as far inside Desmera as

humanly possible. Robert held onto the girl's legs as he slowly

shifted deep in between her thighs.

Each moment of pussy eating drove Desmera closer over to the

edge. Her hips jerked up from the bed and dropped down. Robert

drove his tongue deeper and then pulled it out of her.

Eventually, Robert pulled back and surveyed his handiwork. He

started to remove his tunic, but Desmera reached up to grab his

hand.

"No, allow me."

Desmera said and sat up despite still recovering from a hell of an

orgasm, before grabbing Robert by the tunic and pulled him into a

deep and passionate kiss. The taste of herself lingering on Robert's

lips made Desmera really hot. She pushed back slightly in order to

allow herself to remove the King's tunic.

The Lady of the Dreadfort mounted Robert's lap and pressed her

breasts up against him, before kissing him even more. Robert laid

back on the bed, and Desmera pulled back at him with a smile.

Positioned perfectly to worship her lover, Desmera went in for the

kill. A series of kisses caused Robert to close his eyes and feel the

moment. He reached in and grabbed the back of Desmera's head,

encouraging her to keep up what she was doing. Desmera leaned in

closer and sucked the side of Robert's neck before pulling back.

More hot kisses came down the side of Robert's neck, to his

collarbone, and his chest as well. Desmera stroked Robert's well defined abs, before kissing it. Her breasts slid down over his crotch,

which she could feel growing in his tight breeches.

The daughter of the late Roose Bolton slid a hand into Robert's

breeches and grabbed onto his crotch, while squeezing him with a

smile on her face.

"Oh, the Aunty Barbrey and Lady Mormont did not understate certain

things, I see," she said.

"You'd be surprised by how often I hear that," Robert replied with a

smug smile.

With a returning smile, Desmera unveiled Robert's throbbing

erection for the world. Her silky black hair formed a curtain on her

face. She took her tongue around his cock, experimenting it. Robert

tasted her, so now it was time for Desmera to taste him. Her tongue

caressed every last inch of Robert's engorged cock and moved it

deep inside of her mouth.

Desmera cupped Robert's balls and moved down to the base. She

sucked the base and slipped the balls into her mouth.

"You were born to do this," Robert groaned.

A suction-like effect formed around Robert's balls from Desmera's

warm lips, sucking on him. She slowly kissed his balls and moved all

the way down. She worshiped the head, the length, and anything

else of Robert's that she could get her mouth and hands on.

Robert grabbed two hands full of Desmera's hair and made her

bottom out on his cock. Desmera responded by giving Robert an

extremely sloppy but deep throated blowjob. Her mouth wrapped

around Robert's massive cock and then came all the way.

"Fuck!" Robert groaned.

Desmera pushed down his cock and drew it from her mouth.

"If you insist."

Desmera replied and climbed on top of Robert before lowering her

pussy down on his hard, throbbing member. Robert reached in and

grabbed Desmera's hips and slowly inched his cock towards her. Her

warm nether lips caressed the tip of Robert's cock.

The two of them met together at the center, with Desmera easing her

womanhood down on Robert's mighty meat spear one single inch at

a time. She almost bottomed out on Robert's engorged member. She

slowly rose up off of the bed and then dropped down onto Robert's

mighty cock. Her thighs smacked down onto Robert, sending great

sensations between the two of them.

It was inside her, somehow, slowly burying its way inside of her body.

Desmera rolled her hips and then tilted back before planting herself

firmly on Robert's cock. He grabbed onto her hips with Desmera

raising and lowing on him. Her breasts hung tantalizing several

inches away from Robert's face. There wasn't anything Robert could

do, other than suck Desmera's beautiful breasts.

"Mmmm!" Desmera moaned hotly.

Robert's face guided between her round, supple breasts. She

bounced even higher and higher. The sucking of her generous tits

continued and Robert also squeezed her ample ass. Desmera rose

up off of the bed and stretched her pussy around Robert's hard,

throbbing cock.

Her inner pussy muscles contracted the moment that Robert pushed

his massive member deeper inside of Desmera. She bounced up

and down, squeezing on his cock. A nice and pleasurable feeling

centred around Desmera's body. Robert touched her body and

pumped himself into her inside. The pleasure exploded through her

body. Desmera's heated loins rubbed up and down on Robert's cock

and filled up her tight pussy with him.

The warmth surrounding Desmera's loins surrounded Robert's cock

as well. He cupped Desmera's breasts, squeezing them together,

before moving down to grab her hips. Desmera held Robert's head

and encouraged his sucking of her breasts.

"I think you're going to drive me mad, your grace," Desmera moaned

passionately.

Robert just smiled and reached behind Desmera, taking a handful of

ass. She squeezed down on his cock in response. Robert's spear

pushed deeper inside of Desmera's body. The slapping of flesh and

the pleasure involved made the two of them feel really good.

"Yes, very mad," Robert said. "Mad with lust."

A single light squeeze of her nipple shot Desmera over the edge.

She slammed her hips down onto Robert and kept riding him. His

thick balls bounced up against her waiting pussy. Another excellent

orgasm shot through Desmera's body and made her feel very good.

"Again," Desmera said. "Don't stop, please, I beg of you, don't stop,

mighty King."

Robert's member slammed into Desmera's warm, succulent depths.

Her hips ground down on his cock and squeezed it hard. She sprung

up and came down on his manhood with several lifts and lowers on

Robert while he pushed her back down.

Another orgasm causing Desmera's dazed feeling to increase

further. Robert latched his mouth around her nipple and sucked it

which brought her back to life. He held onto the Lady of the

Dreadfort and drove himself into the depths of her dripping sex.

Every moment that Robert pushed into her, Desmera found herself

feeling new sensations.

Robert lightly caressed her breasts, just enough to send jolts of

pleasure through her body. Desmera thrashed up and down on

Robert's throbbing cock in order to milk him as much as humanly

possible. Her warm thighs slapped down onto Robert's.

"I can make you as cum as many times as I want," Robert said. "And

I bet that it won't take much, will it?"

One light touch at the base of her neck sent Desmera flying over the

edge and she nodded while moving up and down.

"Ride my cock," Robert said. "Show me how grateful you are for my

aid."

Desmera ground her body up against Robert's. Her hips rose up and

dropped down with a solid smack. Robert held onto her backside

when she dropped and lowered down on the bed. He pushed his

member inside of her body and buried as much of his thick length

inside of her as possible.

"That's it, cum for me again!"

Oh, that spot on the side of her leg, shot Desmera over the edge

while she kept riding Robert's cock. Two huge, swollen balls pressed

up against Desmera and teased her.

"YES!"

Robert drove his entire cock inside of Desmera in response to her

scream and made sure that she felt it. Desmera drove her hips down

onto his hard cock.

She could feel every single inch of that engorged cock, and it was

splitting her in half. Desmera pushed herself all the way up off of

Robert's cock and dropped down onto him. Her warm centre

engulfed him and dropped down to the ground. Robert stretched out

her pussy, feeling the pleasure.

Robert worked her through many more orgasms with his hard

pounding. He held Desmera up and ensured she kept going down on

his cock. It was a very intense speed between the two of them, but

Robert held her in place.

"Cum again," Robert said.

Desmera came and drove herself down onto Robert.

Time ground by and constant orgasms passed. Robert's balls

swelled up and moved closer and closer to their edge. He made sure

to hold onto Desmera and allow her to pump down onto him.

"You want all of this cum inside you," Robert said.

Her body craved the gift of buckets full of cum buried inside of her

body. Desmera drove herself down on Robert's cock and squeezed

him with her centre. She channelled all of her strength in her inner

pussy muscles, trying to milk Robert's member that was inside of

her.

Robert pushed inside of Desmera and started to fill her body with his

cum. The feeling of release, stored up for quite some time, filled

Desmera's warm pussy. The intense pleasure of having his cock

slammed into tight and amazing sheath of female flesh made Robert

empty every last drop inside of Desmera's waiting body.

The moment that Desmera had been blessed by Robert's explosion,

she saw stars. Her body bounced but made sure to drain every last

drop of cum. Both of them must have cum for a long time.

'King Robert spoke truly. I am more indebted to him now that I was

before coming here,' was the last thought on her mind, before she

passed out with a smile on her face and satisfaction between her

thighs.