Chapter 41

Ygritte + Myranda

Chapter 41: Ygritte + Myranda

The dense shade provided by the large and mighty oaks of the

Kingswood was pierced by the rays of the mid-day sun which

provide illumination in a secluded clearing of the thick forest. The

spot was surrounded by large and sturdy oaks on all sides with a

makeshift path, being the only entrance to enclosure.

The floor of the area was covered by foliage forming a bed of wild

grass along with the sizable barks and branches of previously felled

trees that were now covered in a dark green moss. The chirps and

squawking of the birds that dwelled within the trees made up the only

sounds that could be heard in this tranquil little spot of natural

beauty.

Or rather they were the only sounds until Robert Baratheon had

arrived along with his feisty companion to enJoy a wild romp in the

woods, away from the bustle of his hunting camp.

Robert undid his own breeches in a flash before yanking down

Ygritte's breeches with a tug while she tore off her vest and tunic,

exposing her sumptuous body and dripping pussy. A sight that

brought a smile to the lusty Stag's face.

"You're a dirty whore, aren't you, Ygritte?" Robert asked her

teasingly as he worked his fingers into her wet cunt.

"Aye, I am your dirty whore and you can stick that meat spear

anywhere you want to." Ygritte replied with a smile as her eyes

flooded over with lust.

"Oh anywhere, eh?" Robert asked before flipped Ygritte over a fallen

bark, so that her bare ass was presented to him.

Ygritte's pussy tingled in anticipation at the thought of having the

Stag King's cock spear into her ass. Robert teased her asshole for a

bit, while the thought of him being inside her, caused Ygritte to come

undone.

The redhead Spearwife's eyes widened as Robert's sizable member

shoved into her anal cavity.

"Damn, you're always so tight," Robert breathed as he grabbed onto

Ygritte's decent sized breasts while pumping into her tight ass.

"Aye, Stag King I'm yours, all yours," Ygritte breathed as Robert

hammered her ass. "FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME HARD!"

Ygritte repeatedly screamed to the heavens as Robert pumped into

her ass hard from behind. She was smiling widely as her lust was

completely unrestrained and her being was filled with most intense

passion that she had ever experienced.

'Old Gods be praised! Jon Snow was nothing more than a green boy

compared to the virile Man-God who was dominating her at the

moment,' the thought popped into Ygritte's mind.

Pumping into her, Robert picked up a steady pace as he kept

working into her tight ass. He wanted to get the most out of this

redhead before he eventually switched holes. But for now, he just

wanted to feel his cock inside her perfect ass.

"More my King, more, more," Ygritte murmured to him encouragingly

as his thrusts buried Robert deep into her bowels while he groped

her squeezable tits in his hands.

After a few more rams into her tight ass, Robert decided to switch

tactics. Ygritte screwed her eyes shut as she felt Robert's throbbing

cock slide into her gushing wet centre before he started pumping into

her, while his balls slapped against her thighs as he punished her

cunt with his member. The motions caused the fiery archer to bite

down onto her lip.

"Say it, beg for it like a proper lady," Robert growled as he grabbed

her by the hair. Taming the wild beauty from beyond the Wall was a

treat for the Baratheon King, which was made even sweeter by the

fact that she was once the lover of his most hated foe's spawn.

"Please, your grace, I beseech your mercy. FUCK ME FASTER,

FASTER!" Ygritte screamed wildly as she pushed her hips back

towards him. The redhead was screaming at the top of her lungs as

Robert speared his throbbing cock into her tight cunt and continued

to work inside her.

Ygritte's eyes screwed shut as she felt him stuff her full with his

member while his hands roamed all over her youthful body. The King

made sure that every single part of her received his full and proper

attention. By squeezing her breasts before moving down her legs,

Ygritte experienced the complete range of pleasure provided by her

older lover. The Spearwife was rammed hard with his cock and she

loved every single moment of it.

Ygritte's pussy clenched around him while Robert continued pushing

into her, as time ticked on.

"Ygritte, I'm going to cum," Robert breathed as he grabbed her.

"Oh, yes, that's it, pump your delicious seed into my dripping cunt, fill

me up until I choke!" Ygritte yelled as Robert pumped into her over

and over again from behind. Thrust after thrust penetrated her

dripping wet cunt until the edge was finally reached.

Robert's balls tightened and clenched before he fired his load into

her. Ygritte was driven to another amazing orgasm with his thrusts

as he hammered into her. He was filling her up with more cum than

she thought was possible before she slumped forward onto the bark,

feeling the afterglow of the sex that they had both indulged in.

Ygritte rolled over, basking in the moment, with Robert's cum

drippling from her hole.

"Gather yourself and return back to the camp," Robert told her as he

tied up his breeches. "I spotted tracks of a buck, on our way here."

"Give… me… uhh… a moment… I'll join," Ygritte replied pantingly.

"I'm a… great shot with the bow."

Robert let out a chuckle, amused by her confidence before

consenting to Ygritte's request.

The smell of cooked venison permeated the air of the King's hunting

camp as the prize bagged by both him and Ygritte, earlier that day,

was raked over the fires. Most the hunting party was spread around

the main fire, located in the middle of the camp as Robert made a

toast to Ygritte's marksmanship which had been pivotal in landing

the buck.

In a rather pleasing and surprising turn of events, all gathered

including the fire-kissed Spearwife had smiles on their faces as they

traded japes and drinks. When Robert had brought his Wildling

concubines back to the capital, an unease tension had developed

between them and the other southern courtiers. Tales and centuries

old prejudices regarding the savage residents of the True North had

not helped matters in the least. Which is why this newly formed

camaraderie was a welcomed development.

Robert with a grin plastered on his face watched as Ygritte narrated

the tale of a hunt that she had participated back when she dwelled in

the lands beyond the Wall, to a completely enraptured Arya Stark.

Ned Stark's wild and unruly daughter had practically begged her

parents to be allowed to join the hunting party after Sansa and the

other Northern maidens had planted the seeds of the idea into the

young maiden's mind as per Robert's instruction, citing that she was

old enough along with the presence of other young girls in the King's

entourage as justification for her desire.

Catelyn had put on quite a show of false resistance to the notion

before granting her consent, when Arya had expressed her desire to

participate in the hunt, before her parents. The Lady of Winterfell's

mummery had the intended effect as her fool of a husband too gave

his approval, believing that he was the one making the decisions.

The dark-haired She-Wolf had been teasing Robert, utilizing every

opportunity that she came upon, for quite a while now.

Normally, Robert would not have wasted on a second thought before

bedding a young and comely maiden but Arya's painful resemblance

to her late aunt had always caused the King to take pause. That was

until he shared his dilemma with his spiritual advisor and mystical

arts teacher, the Lady Melisandre, who had given him some muchneeded advice on the matter. And soon enough, all of Robert's

doubts had vanished and he reached a decision concerning the wild

She-Wolf of Winterfell.

Robert finished up his cup of ale before he decided to slip into his

tent, to fetch a bottle of Arbor Gold that would be used to properly

commiserate the first successful hunt of the trip. However, a familiar

figure sitting at the edge of his bed, surprised him as he realized that

the Arbor Gold toast would have to be delayed for a bit.

Myranda, who was in-charge of the royal kennel and Robert's

unofficial Mistress of the hunt was seated on the bed with a devious

smile plastered on her face. Her dark brown hair hung alluringly

down over her pale face as her pale eyes glowed with lust. She wore

a small black choker around her neck which paired perfectly with a

racy black leather corset that only came down to an area slightly

below her moderate sized bust.

The former bitch of Bolton had been fully accepted by his harem of

beauties and her possession of exotic garments and lingerie was

proof of the fact.

The leather corset helped to show off a lot of cleavage while also

putting Myranda's flat but muscled belly on display. A pair of hiphugging black breeches covered her lower body as they melded into

her being, like a second skin.

"Evening, my King," Myranda greeted him with a smile as she got off

the bed. "I got the feeling that you might like some company."

Robert saw the hungry, predatory look in her eyes as she walked

towards him before wrapping her arms around him. The Northern

vixen unbuttoned Robert's vest and tunic, slowly working it down him

while feeling him up at the same time. Myranda pressed her round,

soft breasts against Robert's back.

"Mmm, you're so irresistible," Myranda said. "I just can't keep my

hands off you."

Though he enjoyed such attentions from a beautiful woman, Robert

remembered that he needed to be firm with his new Mistress of the

hunt so that she would not forget her place. He slid Myranda's hands

off of him and turned around as he locked both their fingers together.

'That pale eyed bastard gave her too much freedom. I need to teach

her obedience. She serves at my pleasure and not the other way

around,' Robert mentally reminded himself.

"If I desired your company, I would have sent for you," Robert said to

her, in a chiding tone. "You need to remember who the master is,

Myranda."

"Oh, yes, my sincerest apologies but…. I just thought that this would

be a pleasant surprise," Myranda replied sheepishly. "It's surprisingly

quite chilly down here in the south and I figured that you would like to

have a nice firm body to keep yourself warm for the night."

Myranda let go of his hands and felt up Robert's body, who enjoyed

the softness of her hands. From their past encounters, the kennel

master's daughter had deduced the spots which served to excite the

King. And if the reaction that she managed to illicit from the King

when her fingers brushed against his abs, was anything to go by, her

assumptions were right on the mark.

Myranda's ministrations served to stoke Robert's primal urge to fuck,

and he was now to make her his bitch once again.

"Since, you've stirred my inner beast from its slumber, you will have

to tend to it as well," Robert told her. "And…. Trust me, this demon is

not easily satiated."

The King's words inflamed Myranda's passions and she got to work

by unlacing Robert's breeches. Myranda sank down before him, with

a smile on her face as she finished discarding his breeches. She had

almost unveiled his member to the world, almost being the key word.

Myranda leaned in and wrapped her tongue around Robert's

member head. Her skilled ministrations made Robert feel really

good, as Myranda's mouth and tongue slipped further down Robert's

aching cock.

Robert leaned back further as Myranda took him completely inside of

her. His newest bitch's throat was so warm that it just made his cock

extend just a little bit further, so it was now touching the back of her

throat. The King's excitement grew further and he grabbed the back

of the sultry vixen's hair as he pushed his member into her mouth.

Myranda sucked on his royal cock so hard that she managed to

enclose him within a pure vacuum seal. The dark-haired beauty

almost pulled all the way out of the King, in order to plant a kiss on

the tip of Robert's cock head before pushing back down into him.

Myranda closed her tight mouth around his member with great vigor

as Robert threaded the back of her head. The oral fun continued for

a while, with each suck bringing more and more pleasure to the

couple. Myranda rocked her mouth to the base of his cock, pulled

him slowly up, tasting his manhood with each lick. Her tongue

wrapped around him, before sliding back down on the engorged

length before the cycle started up again.

Robert decided to shove as much of his cock into Myranda's mouth

as he could. And the kennel master's daughter knew better than to

complain about it, and continued to suck Robert down all the way.

The King's manhood spurted a rush of fluids into her waiting mouth.

Myranda's energetically sucked down as a never-ending barrage of

cum fired deep into the back of her throat. Once the sticky shower

ceased, Myranda pulled back from him and cleaned Robert off with a

smile.

"Time for the real fun to begin," Robert said as he stepped back and

jumped onto his bed, letting his partner know exactly what the next

move should be.

Myranda's hips swayed back and forth to an imaginary tune as she

moved closer towards Robert. Soon enough, she had straddled the

King and began grinding up and down on him, with a wicked smile

on her face.

Myranda slipped her corset off to show off a pair of nice, round

breasts, that bounced out into Robert's face.

"Have a good feel, your grace," Myranda said encouragingly to him.

"Go, ahead, my Demon Stag, feel them. Feel how soft and warm

they are. Feel them like you want to feel them!"

Robert wasn't going to turn down her request and clutched

Myranda's generous globes in his hand, squeezing them. Robert

rested his face down on them to feel the soft warmth of smooth,

pale, fleshy orbs.

Myranda bounced herself on the King's lap, guiding his face into her

breasts. She reared back with a yelp as his trimmed beard hairs

tickled her bosom. Robert's mouth engulfed her pink nipples, with

Myranda's passionate moans, egging him on further.

The unofficial Mistress of the hunt pulled back away from Robert,

swaying back and forth as she peeled off her skin tight black

breeches, exposing more of her tight ass as she bent over. Her black

panty clad body moved towards Robert, fueling his desire to touch

her delicious nether regions.

"Touch me," Myranda breathed in a sultry voice.

Her round ass bounced off of his lap a couple of times to emphasize

the point. Robert reached towards her and slowly pulled down her

panties. He clenched her ass, squeezing it hard in his hands.

Myranda looked over her shoulder, biting down on her lips.

"Take me!" Myranda begged. "I'm all yours!"

Myranda wanted to please her master in every way possible. He was

a true hunter, unlike that pathetic bastard, Ramsay, who had insane

delusions of grandeur. Myranda had never held much belief in the

Gods or higher powers, since the cruel and harsh truths of her reality

and life had dispelled such thoughts from her psyche long ago. But

after meeting the Stag King and experiencing his divine strength and

power first hand, she had been forced to re-evaluate her belief

system.

And speaking of strength, Robert gripped Myranda's waist and

pulled her towards him.

"You're so hot and wet for me," Robert said as Myranda fell back

onto the bed. " I bet you want me to fuck you all night long…. don't

you?"

Robert kissed the side of her neck, moving down slowly to capture

her breasts, before he started to suck on them. His mouth against

her warm tips caused Myranda to become undone. He moved closer

down her body, running a finger downwards, before trailing kisses

down her.

Myranda smiled, knowing that the King could not resist her navel,

since he had stared at it often enough. Myranda guided the back of

Robert's head further down her body so that he could make love to

her belly button with his tongue. Her body tingled as Robert inched

closer towards her pussy.

"Right there," Myranda hissed as she wrapped her warm thighs

around Robert's head.

Robert feasted on Myranda's juices as her shapely thighs wrapped

around him. He leaned closer into her, sucking on her womanhood.

"Oh Gods! It's so good," Myranda breathed frantically. "Eat my

pussy, make it feel really good. I want your mouth, oh suck my cunt.

Lick it fast, lick it hard."

Robert drove his tongue into her to the spot where he knew it would

drive his current partner the most insane, while he ate her out. The

further that he licked into Myranda, the more the wild vixen held onto

the back of Robert's head.

Constant orgasms rattled the former Bolton bitch as Robert's skilled

ministrations broke through all the thresholds of pleasure.

"Please, I need you inside me!" Myranda moaned loudly.

Robert relished his control over his bedmate and licked her inner lips

a few more times, causing Myranda's essence to explode into his

mouth. Robert sucked down her womanly juices, drinking up every

single last drop of them.

The King of Westeros pulled away from her and climbed on top of

the huntress. The feel of sweat soaked bodies, heightened the

temperatures of both their bodies as Robert leaned in and captured

Myranda's neck before placing a bite on her.

Robert's actions were not a foreign experience to her as Ramsay

had always preferred rough and animalistic fucking, when Myranda

shared his bed. However, unlike the Bastard of Bolton, Robert's

actions brought her more pleasure than pain. Soon enough, the

minuscule pain from the bite faded and Myranda leaned forward,

encouraging her lover in his motions.

It was time to move in for the kill, Robert said to himself as he parted

Myranda's thighs open, readying her for his intrusion.

The King held onto her hips, as he rose up, and rammed his entire

length inside of Myranda's body. The lusty Baratheon filled up

Myranda so much, that she was stretched completely.

"ARGHHH…. THAT'S IT! MY DEMON BEAST!" Myranda yelled as

she dug her nails into the back of his head.

Unable to reign in her carnal impulses, Myranda sank her teeth into

the King's shoulder. She knew that King Robert was not Ramsay,

there was a good chance that he would appreciate such aggression

during coupling. But it was hard to break old habits.

"OH… YOU REALLY ARE A FERAL BITCH, AREN'T YOU?" Robert

rasped as a few drops of his blood trickled down Myranda's throat.

The power and magic within Robert's blood increased the flexibility

of Myranda's pussy walls against his member. The dark-haired vixen

experienced a surge in strength and stamina, which in turn caused

her to pump the King's cock with renewed vigour, working him over

with several tight squeezes.

The clenching of Myranda's pussy grew even better the more that

Robert buried himself balls deep into the wanton woman beneath

him.

"Please, don't hold back on me, don't hold back," Myranda begged

him as she reached up and pushed more of Robert inside of her.

Despite the unexpected surge in Myranda's stamina and passion, on

account of her consumption of his magically infused blood, Robert

was able to retain control in the encounter.

Myranda burned with more pleasure than she could ever describe as

Robert rose up and drove himself down into her. Her wet pussy

closed around Robert and released him with a fluid motion. Robert

held onto Myranda and drove him down into her one more time. The

ritual repeated every time that Robert drove his throbbing hard cock

inside her.

"So good, I'm feel so good, and so complete," Myranda breathed.

The moisture coming through her loins made Myranda feel better

than great. Robert held onto her and slammed his hard member

inside her moist, waiting pussy walls. The sex-crazed vixen clenched

and released Robert's cock as he picked up the pace of his motions.

"OH…. FUCK! FUCK!"

Myranda yelled at the top of her lungs as her latest orgasm pushed

her to the brink.

"Time for you to please me, bitch," Robert told her and Myranda

inferred the King's desire.

Using her newfound strength, Myranda pulled her body away from

Robert. The feeling of having Robert's member sliding out of her

walls, was like losing a limb but the thought of the upcoming

pleasure sustained the new royal kennel mistress.

"Let me make you feel really good," Myranda said as she guided

Robert to flip over onto the bed.

Robert held onto her lower back as Myranda guided herself closer

down onto him.

"It feels so big, no matter how many times it enters me," Myranda

breathed as her moist centre closed around Robert's massive

member, while riding down on him.

Every time that the thick meat spear pierced into her, Myranda felt

blown by the feeling of sheer pleasure. As Robert's hands roamed

aimlessly over her body, touching and teasing her breasts caused

Myranda to light up, in excitement.

"That's it, ride me," Robert moaned encouragingly.

Pure, unbridled warmth spread around Robert's manhood while

Myranda kept rocking her body down onto him. Her thighs smacked

against Robert's as Myranda kept impaling herself on the King's

cock, the rhythm and pace of her movements, gradually increasing.

Despite how good it felt to stay buried inside her, Robert knew that

he could not hold out for much longer as his balls filled up with his

thick, creamy essence.

"Do it! Let loose, my King," Myranda said with a smile as her moist

centre and tight, juicy pussy walls rubbed down on Robert, encasing

his manhood deep inside her.

No sooner than those words pass out of the King's latest bitch's

mouth, Robert's balls fired their load into her. Myranda pumped

herself down onto Robert, milking him completely.

Feelings of bliss and satisfaction flooded Myranda's being as

Robert's bodily fluids coated her insides completely. She bent down

and planted an aggressive kiss on the King while pumping his hard

cock deeper between her smouldering hot thighs, at the same time.

Myranda rose up before falling back onto the bed, looking completely

flushed as she snuggled her body close to her lover's.

'By the Old Gods, I drew blood from the King of the Seven

Kingdoms. People have been killed for far less offences,' Myranda

thought as panic began flooding her, the fog of lust and passion that

had been clouding her mind was beginning to lift.

"Don't fret, Myranda. I like a bitch with some fight in her," Robert said

with a chuckle, his psychic powers alerting him to his bedmate's

troubled thoughts.

The King's words relieved the tension and fear that had begun to

take root within the royal kennel mistress. And soon enough, the

fatigue and exhaustion caught up with her and she drifted off to

sleep.