Chapter 52: Margaery Tyrell + Gilly
If one looked to the clear blue skies that showered bright and warm
sunlight upon the world, it would be hard to believe that just a few
moons ago, the people of Westeros had waged war against the
forces of Winter and darkness itself. But that is exactly what had
happened.
After his decisive victory over the Targaryen Queen's forces, the King
had received word from the Night's Watch informing him to the
march of the Others as reported by their scouts. Having been aware
and prepared for this impending threat, King Robert immediately
marched his forces towards the Wall. He also sent word for the
caches of obsidian weapons that had been mined and crafted upon
discovery of this threat, to be shipped to the Wall with all haste.
King Robert had become a controversial figure in recent times on
account of his decision to welcome the foreign faith of the Red God
to Westeros. Not to mention, the numerous rumors about his
practice of dark and mystical arts learned from the mages and
witches of Essos. Loyal and steadfast men who knew the King gave
thanks to the foreign mystics for restoring their ruler's zest for life
that had been diminishing over the years slowly, ever since he came
to his throne. The loyalists praised the Red God for transforming the
drunk and fat King back to the warrior-like visage of youth along with
sparking the King's interest in matters of state as well. Some even
went as far as to say that the King was a God in mortal form.
But just as both light and darkness are a part of creation, so is the
presence of dissidents among loyal men. These troublemakers
constantly criticized the King and his inner circle for allowing foreign
influences to gain a foothold in Westerosi politics and society. As the
popularity of R'hllor grew, these men all but preached rebellion in the
name of protecting their faith and way of life. Fortunately, the number
of the latter group was significantly small and had been brought
under control by the Sept who urged them to stay true to Good King
Robert.
A surprising turn of events as until recently it had been the Septons
and Septas who had fanned the flames of discontent.
Yes, surprising indeed, but also most welcome when one considered
the challenges that they were about to face.
However, what no one knew at the time was that the Battle for Dawn
would not only allow for King Robert the chance to surpass the
greatness of Aegon the Conqueror. But it would also change the face
of Westerosi civilization and traditions as well.
No sooner had the royal forces arrived at the Wall, did the White
Walkers and their horde of wights appear on the horizon. The mere
sight of these mythical evil being sent chills across the beings of
even the most seasoned and battle-hardened warriors.
But before panic and fear could take root in the hearts of the men,
King Robert had appeared, riding upon the back of the defeated
Targaryen invader's black mount. A dragon so fierce and powerful,
that many had dubbed it as 'The Black Dread Reborn' .
In the recent years, the Baratheon monarch had performed many
miraculous feats and displayed otherworldly powers. But his taming
of the legendary mounts of Dragonlords, along with their human
mother had to be his most impressive deed as of late.
This achievement was soon to be dwarfed his awe-inspiring victory
over the Others. Bathing the forces of the dead with dragon fire and
magical lightning fired from his enchanted war-hammer, King Robert
laid waste to a significant portion of the enemy forces. Making the
task of the ground troops led by seasoned commanders like Lord
Commander Jeor Mormont, Lord Randyll Tarly, Lord Eddard Stark
and many others, a lot more manageable.
However, the most significant and decisive moment of this war had
to be the legendary duel between the Demon of the Trident and the
fabled Night King. For this was not a battle of men, but a battle of
Gods and Monsters as both King Robert and his otherworldly foe
traded powerful blows and strikes that were far beyond the limits of
mortal men. The leader of the Dead seemed to the possess the
power of Winter and Ice at his command while our noble and
glorious monarch wielded fire and lightning as they were ordinary
melee weapons and not the forces of nature that they truly were.
The battle raged on between the leaders of both armies with neither
giving an inch to the other. It was such a breath-taking scene that
even the most ardent of non-believers would have found their faith
upon witnessing this legendary duel.
However, when the dust settled, King Robert was left standing
victorious and the dark clouds parted to bathe him in the first rays of
sunlight. It was like the Gods were showering their warmth upon their
chosen. Cheers and celebrations broke across the ranks of the
Westerosi army who wept and knelt at the feet of their King and
savior, with quite a few of them going as far as to proclaim the King
as the incarnation of the Storm God and Warrior or some other
revered deity.
Whether the King was God or not could not be said for sure, but one
thing was certain that Robert Baratheon did possess divine power
and favor. And the lords and people were thankful that he had been
there to save them from eternal darkness and death.
And so, this day had come about, where all of Westeros had
gathered to celebrate and honor their magnanimous and divine ruler.
"Welcome and Seven Blessings to all on this most blessed of days!"
the High Septon cried out to the crowd of nobles and commonfolk
that had gathered before him, in the Great Sept of Baelor.
"As you all know that we have gathered here today to offer thanks to
the Gods and their champion who led us in battle against an ancient
foe that we had all but forgotten."
"Seven blessings to King Robert of House Baratheon, First of his
name! Long may he reign!" the High Septon chanted loudly.
"Long may he reign!"
"Praise be his grace!"
"The Hero of Dawn!"
"Azor Ahai Reborn!"
And many other such responses echoed through the marble halls of
the Great Sept as the people cheered for their beloved King who had
ended the second long night and brought about the eternal spring.
"And now if you would join me in welcoming our beloved King to
the…" the High Septon announced, only to be interrupted by a Septa
who whispered something to his holy highness.
"Apologies, my good people, it seems his grace's arrival has been
delayed momentarily by an urgent matter," the representative of the
Seven on earth informed the crowd, who seemed to deflate and
mutter amongst themselves almost immediately. "There is no cause
to worry, my good people. I have been assured that the King will
appear in a short while. So, I ask you humbly to be patient and keep
order."
"Where is the King, my lady?" the bald High Septon asked the
Queen of Thorns in hushed tones after the people broke off in small
groups to converse and wait for their ruler's appearance. "Does he
not know of the monumental decree that the Faith is about to pass
for his benefit, upon House Tyrell's insistence?"
"Oh, quiet, you doddering fool. The King is aware of every matter of
import in his realm," Lady Olenna chided the leader of the Faith, who
looked genuinely shocked at the reprimand.
"Do not fret, his grace will along shortly," the true leader of House
Tyrell assured the nervous Septon.
"He is just bestowing a most earned and well-deserved reward to
House Tyrell for our leal service at the moment," the old woman
added with a suggestive look, the meaning of which even the foolish
and simple minded High Septon quickly gleamed.
"Of course, my lady. Seven blessings. Praise be the King," the
fidgeting fool mumbled before flitting away to pacify and converse
with the other attendants.
The King was about to head out towards the Great Sept for the
ceremony being held in his honor, when Lady Margaery had
appeared in his chambers, intent on collecting the promised reward
for performing his bequeathed task successfully.
Not even Robert's assurances that they could properly celebrate
after the event concluded could deter the randy noble woman.
"I've gone without your cock for far too long, my King. I cannot bear
another moment," the Golden Rose of House Tyrell had explained
frantically as she divested them both of their clothes respectively,
before attacking his member with her tantalizing mouth.
It did not take long for Robert to explode inside Margaery's throat
after she performed her skilled oral ministrations.
And now they were moving on to the main event.
A stark-naked Margaery Tyrell walked over to a wall and assumed a
familiar position while beckoning Robert towards her.
"Oh my, you certainly are quite impatient today, aren't you?" Robert
teased the Maid of Highgarden.
"You have plenty of women to tend to your needs. But no man could
ever grant me the satisfaction that you could bestow," Margaery
responded. "Not that I would ever allow any other man to enjoy the
delights of my rose bush."
Robert chuckled as both Margaery's response and lust crazed
desperation pleased him greatly. He rubbed his fingers inside her,
opening up her entrance for penetration. He lined himself up and
plunged his throbbing cock into her wet, willing pussy.
"BY THE SEVEN!" Margaery murmured. "It's been too long. I had
nearly forgotten how great this felt."
"Way too long in my opinion. But you needed to learn your lesson,"
Robert said. "Fortunately, I'm certain that you will not error again, will
you?"
Margaery didn't answer and merely nodded in response. She was
too busy making sure that Robert pushed his monster cock into her.
The more she got aroused, the harder he fucked her. Robert's
bloated balls pushed against Margaery's thighs. They loaded up with
more of his seed as Robert felt her tighten up around him.
"Fuck me! Harder!" Margaery groaned, wishing that she could dig
her nails into his shoulder and encourage him to fuck her harder.
Suddenly, Robert pulled out of her and Margaery almost wobbled to
her knees from the loss of cock.
"Opposite of fucking me…"Margaery began to whine, only for Robert
to spin her around and pushed her against the wall to expose her
dripping wet pussy to him properly.
"How's that for a hard fucking?" Robert asked as he shoved his stiff
member into her tight body. One of her legs lifted up and Robert ran
his fingers against Margaery's thigh. "Or do you want it harder?"
Margaery bit down on his neck to encourage his hard fucking of her.
He speared his cock into her quim. Another orgasm hit her.
"HARDER!" Margaery yelled. "Wreck my fucking pussy, or is your
age finally catching up with you?"
"I'll show you," Robert growled.
He gripped Margaery's hips and pummelled her into the wall. The
sexual fire joined the two of them in more passionate and more
heated actions. Margaery got what she had been dreaming of for so
long.
The lusty Stag assaulted her breasts, lips and face with a barrage of
kisses and sucks that left her breathless. And within no time, an
orgasm exploded through Margaery's body.
"You like cumming for me," Robert told her. "You can't help yourself.
You're cumming because you want mine, don't you?"
"Mmmmhhhh!" Margaery yelled as more orgasms flooded her body.
The Maid of Highgarden had lost track of how many or how often
she came. When someone got fucked this hard, nothing else
mattered other than the pleasure they brought.
This passion and pleasure were the reason that so many women
willingly surrendered their body and virtue to Robert Baratheon,
despite the fears and risks of scandal. Fears and risks that after
today will all be non-existent, thanks to the efforts of Margaery and
her family.
'I wonder if any of the King's present or future lovers will thank me
for this boon,' Margaery thought to herself, before deciding that
Robert's attentions were the only reward that mattered to her.
Robert held back his load, causing Margaery to bite down on his
neck and dig her nails into his flesh, scratching him. He was glad for
his healing abilities because, despite her small stature and gentle
build, the Tyrell maiden had a surprising amount of strength in her.
"You still with me?" Robert asked.
"Damn it, you're a demon," Margaery raged in frustration. "A soulless
demon made to fuck."
Her pussy dribbled juices that stained the floor beneath her. The only
thing holding her up at this point was Robert's hands cupped
underneath her ass, while his plowed into her.
"And you're made to cum for me so many times!" Robert fired back.
Margaery's pussy clamped down on him. She dragged his cock into
her pussy as Robert kept on hammering her with these rapid-fire
thrusts. She thought that she would lose it the more he entered her.
"Get ready, here it comes," Robert whispered into her ear. "Hope
you're still with it."
Margaery gripped onto Robert's shoulder, encouraging him to keep
pounding away at her. Robert slid into her depths with his balls
loading up with their seed.
"Cum, now," Margaery said.
"Since you asked so nicely."
Robert replied, slowing down her orgasm for a moment, so that she
could savour the moment. He wanted to make Margaery really feel
all he had to give her. He pumped into her with a few more thrusts
and the contents of his balls seized up.
Margaery could feel herself being released. Her silken pussy walls
experienced Robert's hard cock as it grew closer and soon the
contents of his balls would launch into her. Margaery gripped Robert
tight, not concerned about the consequences in the slightest. It was
time that House Tyrell finally received King's blood in their line.
Robert smiled upon sensing her thoughts. Yes, it was time for him to
finally bless Margaery's garden with his seed and so he drove his
thick cock into her.
"HERE IT COMES! FUCK!"
Robert grunted as the first splashes of the white-hot fluid fired into
her Margaery's body, with several dozen spurts following in quick
succession. Margaery reached two more spectacular orgasms the
instant that Robert spilled his potent seed into her dripping hot hole.
"So much cum!" she moaned, hanging onto Robert's shoulder. She
encouraged him to work inside her with some deep thrusts.
Robert pulled himself from her and allowed her to drop to the
ground. He lifted up and scooped up the brunette in his arms, before
depositing her on the bed.
"You should rest, Marge." Robert said as he cleaned himself off and
got dressed once again. "We'll pick this up, once I return from the
Great Sept."
"After all, tonight will be a night of great merriment and celebration,"
with those words Robert left his bedchamber, leaving the fatigued
Tyrell maid upon his bed.
After two hours of waiting, Robert had finally arrived at the Great
Sept, both to the relief of the High Septon and the cheer of his
subjects. Apart from its late start, the ceremony had proceeded
smoothly with the corrupt sycophants and false holy men spouting
words of praise and blessings upon the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.
Which brought them to the true purpose of today's ceremony.
Acting on Robert's instructions, the Tyrells and their fellow Reach
allies had leveraged and pressured the Starry Sept and Citadel in
general to pass a new decree which would cause quite the upheaval
in the land. But in the end would grant the lecherous King the
freedom and authority to pursue his passions without having to
resort to schemes and pretences.
The groundwork for this radical move had begun to be laid nearly a
year ago, after Margaery and the Reach maidens begged Robert's
forgiveness for trying to use the Faith to push out his other
paramours at court. As the King had contemplated mercy for the
scheming roses, an idea had formed in his devious mind. The Tyrells
had tried to use the Faith to gain control over Robert's bed and court,
by playing on the fanatic and outdated beliefs of the smallfolk. So, in
theory, it was possible to use the Faith to twist those same archaic
laws and practices to suit Robert's needs.
And so, the King had instructed the Reach maidens to achieve this
goal and if they succeeded, they would not only receive his
forgiveness but also a well-deserved reward as well. The endeavor
was no easy task but if the Tyrells used their cunning schemes in coordination with the talents of the King's other loyal advisors, it could
be pulled off.
And so, over the last year, tales and stories about a King's divine
rights had begun to subtly spread from both the Sept and Citadel
among the lords and commonfolk. To make the sheep, as the Queen
of Thorns referred to the people of Westeros more accepting of
these ideas, Lady Melisandre and Lady Talisa had begun mass
spiking of their docile making serum in the water and food supply by
employing the King's spies and agents across the realm.
When the threat of the Others had come to light, Robert found
another perfect opportunity to push forward his agenda. Acting on his
instruction, both the Red Priests and the Septons had begun to
preach a fictional tale regarding the first long night and how it was
averted.
The tale itself was quite elaborate and its versions differed
depending on which religion preached it. But the gist of it was that
the Others had agreed to return to the far North on the condition that
as long as the seed and blood of the Bringer of Dawn would remain
abundant and plentiful in the lands below the Wall, the ancient evil
would slumber.
The more creative of the Priests and Septons had even managed to
work the carnal exploits of Garth the Greenhand, the first High King
of Westeros and the creation of the law of the First Night, into their
tales and sermons.
'And now, it was time to reap the harvest of the scheming and
manipulations,' Robert thought to himself.
"Before we conclude this gathering, his grace, King Robert wishes to
address the people of Westeros," the High Septon stated and
steeped aside so that Robert could speak to his subjects.
"I am certain that by now, many if not all of you had quite a few tales
about my duel with the Night King and how the dark forces of the
Others were driven back into the far North," Robert said and
received cheers and praises in response. "But there are certain parts
of the story regarding what transpired beyond the Wall, that not just
the people but even most lords have not been made privy to."
Before a chorus of questions could break out, the Stag King started
to narrate a tale of how after the Night King had been vanquished,
he had been approached by the Children of the Forest later that
night. The Children had proceeded to inform that while the Night
King was gone and his army broken, the true threat of Winter had
only been delayed and not defeated.
Shock and panic bloomed upon the faces of the crowds as Robert
explained that the source of the Others power was winter itself and
just as the day cannot exist without the night, so can spring not come
to be without the threat of winter to replace it.
"It is part of the natural cycle and not even the Gods could change
this law," Robert said to his subjects, who immediately began
shouting queries concerning the reappearance of the White Walkers.
"Have no fear, my good people," Robert answered charismatically.
"While the danger can never be completely eliminated, the Children
did inform me of a path to ensure that it is kept at bay."
Before the King could explain this solution, quite a few Septons and
lords inquired if the tales of spreading King's seed across the land
was part of the answer. This in turn led to cacophony of discussions
to break out among the gathered masses.
Of course, this interruption was part of Robert's plan and the ones
who voiced the questions were nothing more than his loyal agents.
'It is always best to let the people think that they have a say in what
will happen. The illusion of control is a powerful tool,' Melisandre had
advised Robert when they were discussing the preparation for this
momentous day.
Once the crowds had settled down enough, Robert sombrely
confirmed that the people were right about the need for spreading
his seed. He went onto explain that as the chosen champion of the
Gods, blessed with their divine powers, the Children wished for his
blessed seed to populate the lands so that the Great Other would
return back to its slumber.
As the lords and commonfolk were trying to wrap their minds around
all that they had learned, the corrupt High Septon moved in for the
kill, upon receiving Olenna's subtle signal.
"When his grace informed the High Council of the Sept and the
Conclave of the Citadel of this development, we too were flummoxed
in the beginning. But it did not take us long to realize the need for
heeding the instruction of the mythical Children," the voice of the
Seven on earth said passionately.
"Our ancestors once knew these very truths which is why the created
the ancient laws of the wedding night and the Lord's right."
"As the memories of these ancient evils faded from the world, so did
our reason and need to abide by the honored traditions," the corrupt
holy man said, mustering all the sincere emotion that he could. "And
while the decision to abolish these laws and practices at the time
had merit and wisdom, that is no longer the case."
"Therefore, on behalf of the Faith and Holy Order of the Seven, I
humbly ask his grace to authorize a new decree, that has been
crafted by both the Faith and the Conclave of Maesters over the last
few weeks, that will aid him in performing his divine duty," the High
Septon finished.
And right on cue, his loyal sycophants and agents loudly added their
approval to His Holiness's request, begging Robert to ensure that
their lands would finally be free from the threat of this ancient evil.
'Lady Olenna was right, they truly are sheep,' Robert concluded as
the masses including lords and commonfolk soon joined their voices
to pleas for establishing a new law, that would grant him the freedom
and authority to lawfully turn Westeros into his personal whore
house.
And thus, a new royal and spiritual decree that was commonly
termed as 'Robert's Right' came into being on that day.
"Oooh, this is quite proper, your grace," Gilly Tarly, formerly known as
Gilly of Craster's Keep squeaked as King Robert slowly and surely
undid the front laces of her dress and squeezed her chest playfully.
"Proper..eh, a wildling lecturing the King of the Seven Kingdoms on
matters of etiquette is quite amusing, to say the least," Robert
chuckled dismissively.
"Eti..que..te," Gilly struggled to both pronounce and understand the
meaning of the word.
"Sshh…..my dear, don't strain yourself," Robert cut her off. "Now that
you are in the South, you will learn a lot of new things in time. But for
now, the only thing that you need to focus on is pleasing your King.
Or have you forgot our little arrangement already."
Robert had come across the shy and frightened Wildling girl when
his forces had arrived at Castle Black to prepare for the fight with the
White Walkers. Gilly was a striking contrast to the bold, sensual
women of the True North that Robert had gotten to know. Her tale of
how she escaped her monster of a father with the aid of Randyll
Tarly's craven first born and her affections towards the fat, doddering
fool of a boy, piqued the King's interest greatly.
It did not take long for Robert to lure the sweet but naïve Wildling girl
to his bed, with a little help from his loyal Spearwives. In exchange
for her warming his bed, Robert would free Samwell Tarly of his
vows to the Night's Watch and grant them a home and employment
in the capital. It was more than Gilly could ask for and so she had
allowed Robert to have his way with her. Though initially hesitant and
fearful at first, the lusty Stag soon managed to make the petite
wildling maid writhe in pleasure.
Robert had all but forgotten about the mousy girl since their little
romp at Castle Black. But today as the High Septon anointed him in
front of his adoring subjects, his gaze fell upon the shy maiden who
was too busy fidgeting to notice that she had caught his attention.
However, the girl's good-sister and one of Robert's newest fancies,
Lady Talla Tarly did take note of the lustful gaze that the King
directed towards her eldest brother's wife. And being the dutiful
paramour that she was, once the ceremony was over and people
began to disperse, Talla managed to discreetly spirit Gilly away to a
private antechamber, located in the lower levels of the Great Sept
where Robert had been waiting for her.
Upon noticing his presence, Gilly displayed her nervous façade as
she quickly understood what Robert wished from her.
She weakly protested his advances, citing that their arrangement
was a one-time deal. And that she did not want to betray her
husband's trust and her marriage vows.
"To be clear, Gilly, our arrangement is an open-ended deal. One that
I can choose to collect on whenever I wish," Robert explained to the
nervous girl. "Silly girl, did you think a comfortable life in the capital
could be bought with a single night of passion."
"But if you are not willing, then I will not force you. Although I don't
know for how long Lady Talisa will tolerate a bumbling assistant like
your husband without my reassurances," the King said nonchalantly,
making sure that the simple Wildling wench understood the subtle
but implied threat.
"No… uhh… please… Your grace," Gilly stammered. "I did not mean
to upset you. Sam and I are grateful for all the kindness and
generosity you have shown us."
"I'm glad you understand. Besides you heard the High Septon, what
you and I are doing is a sacred duty for the good of the realm,"
Robert said, pulling the Wildling girl closer towards him.
Gilly could feel the heat going down her body the deeper that the
King pushed down against her thighs.
"OoooH… It feels so good!"
The Wildling Wench cried in pleasure the faster that Robert pushed
down onto her.
"Talla knew you would be up for this, I just needed to remind you of
the pleasures of serving your King," Robert told her. "You do realize
that I am involved with both your good-sister, Lady Talla and your
good-mother, Lady Melissa as well."
'No, I didn't,' Gilly thought to herself.
Although the daughter of Craster had always felt that there was
something interesting about how the King and her in-laws interacted
with each other. For that matter, King Robert's interactions with most
of the noblewoman gave off the same feeling.
'Did that mean that the Stag King was having relations with all of
them,' Gilly concluded in shock
Oh, this was completely maddening for the simple Wildling girl. The
ways of southerners were truly confusing. And Gilly's confusion only
grew as Robert continued feeling her up and the things that he was
making her feel caused her to feel conflicted about her love for her
sweet and gentle Sam.
To think, this all started because she wanted to ensure a better life
for herself, Sam and her infant son. One shameful betrayal of her
love to earn a life of peace and security. It had seemed such an easy
decision back then.
Never did she ever think that one discreet fuck could give rise to so
many conflicting thoughts and feelings. Though at the moment, Gilly
really could not think of anything much, as the King's hard bulge
pressed against her thigh.
"Do you and Lady Melissa and Talla… do they?" Gilly tried to form
the words, but failed.
"Oh, we do, often. Sometimes both of them keep me company at the
same time. But Talla thought it would be exciting if I brought her new
good-sister into our little circle. And Lady Melissa agreed as well,"
Robert informed Gilly, who struggled to process all this new
information.
"Haven't you heard, the family that fucks together stays together,"
Robert chuckled mischievously. "The ladies are just trying to
welcome you into their family more properly."
Oh, well if Sam's family thought that this would be good for her, then
Gilly was not going to argue.
Without really thinking about it, Gilly undid Robert's breeches and
freed his huge cock into the world. Oh, this monstrous appendage
had shocked her the first time around and it did not fail again.
Gilly had only been with three men in her life. Her vile father, Craster,
and her kind husband, Sam, who had been as different as day and
night, both in temperament and in bed. Which left King Robert, who
was gentle and attentive like her Sam but also possessed a natural
confidence and skill that her husband sorely lacked. That combined
with his bouts of savage passion and gruff nature, which eerily
reminded her of her late father, made the Stag King, a truly terrific
lover.
Experiencing feelings of both loathing and shame, Gilly had to admit
that a part of her enjoyed sharing his bed and even craved his touch.
Not wanting to dwell on such thoughts, Gilly decided to focus on the
task at hand, namely pleasing the King. So, she dropped down on
her knees and put Robert's member into her mouth. Her juicy lips
slid around him and edged all the way down onto Robert's cock.
The very second that Gilly slid her wet lips around Robert's cock,
she coughed.
'Oh, this was a lot. I need to pace myself,' Gilly told herself, drawing
inference from her previous encounter with the King.
She decided to offer a much more manageable level, and suck on
the head while stroking the length. Her tongue flashed about while
maintaining eye contact with Robert as she slid him deep into her
mouth.
"You're good at this," Robert praised her, as he leaned deep into her
mouth.
Gilly was glad to see he approved. The warmth of the handsome
King's words caused her pussy to tingle. Robert's cock just edged all
the way down her throat and made her moan the deeper he pushed
down into her throat. Oh, Gilly just gasped and moaned as he rocked
down onto her.
"It's not fair that I'm the only one who gets pleasure from this
arrangement. Why don't you sit down over there and spread yourself
for me?" the King said as he extracted his cock from her mouth.
"This does not need to be a chore, sweet Gilly."
Gilly complied with the King's request sat back on the cushioned
bench, 'A Divan' she recalled while spreading her legs. Her skirts slid
up to reveal her soaked small clothes, which Robert quickly pulled
up.
The Wildling wench gasped when Robert started to place kisses
down her thighs. His tongue moved closer and closer. Every time
Robert edged down onto her, Gilly could feel it. Could feel
something. Oh, that tongue just pressed into her body.
Then Gilly Tarly saw stars, the moment that Robert's tongue
slammed deep inside of her pussy. The skilled organ drove down
into Gilly and made her just a gushing wreck of pleasure. Robert had
her right where he needed her to be and was not going to let up for
any reason.
"KING… STAG!"
Gilly's moan filled the room as she vocally paid tribute to just how
good Robert made her feel while eating out her pussy. The skilled
touch of his tongue going into her made Gilly's hips just pump up
and down to meet his tongue. He had her, right where he needed her
to be. He made sure that Gilly gushed all over the place from his
skilled tongue driving into her.
Oh, Gilly's eyes just glazed over from what her older, experienced
lover was doing to her. Robert edged his tongue a little bit deeper
into her warm pussy and made her just cry out.
By the time Robert had finished, he was well re-acquainted with
Gilly's pussy and how it tasted. She tasted of strawberries and it was
sweet. Robert crawled on top of Gilly and made quick work of her
dress as his hand moved with years of skill and practice.
"Oh my, I wish Sam showed such effort in our couplings," Gilly
gasped in awe.
"That's the difference between me and your husband, Gilly. The
difference between a man and a boy," Robert said huskily with a
smile and used one of his hands to play with Gilly's breasts.
The other hand eased itself down between her legs and rubbed her
pussy. Gilly gasped the very moment that Robert's digit slid into her
wet slit. He edged down into her and made her just rise up to meet
him. His finger buried deep into her, driving Gilly completely wild with
lust. She tightened and released him the more times he rammed that
thick calloused digit inside of her.
"That's nothing compared to the real deal," Robert rasped in
excitement, causing Gilly to look up.
Robert spread her legs and edged himself closer to her sopping
pussy. He kissed Gilly gently and she returned the favor in kind. The
kiss heated up with Robert's constant exploration of Gilly's beautiful
body, which was getting wilder by the minute. The Baratheon King
edged a little bit closer to her and the moment his cock edged into
her pussy; the tip slid into her.
"Praise the Old Gods! Ooohh…. Fuck!" Gilly exclaimed in pleasure
as her hot pussy walls parted for the King's manhood.
Robert worked into the petite and pretty Wildling girl. Her eyes
shifted and locked onto his, begging him to take the plunge
completely, and Robert wasted no time in burying deep inside of her
body.
"AGHHH…..FUCK! PRAISE TO THE GODS… UGHHH"
Gilly screamed as her pussy wrapped tightly around Robert. She
hugged him in close as he pushed down into her.
"You are so beautiful," Robert whispered sensually.
Gilly wanted to pay tribute to how handsome the King was as well.
But her voice and mind failed her as she could not come up with the
words on account of her senses being assaulted by waves of
pleasure.
Deciding action was better than words, Gilly arched herself back and
received the most heavy pounding possible. Robert drove a little bit
deeper inside of Gilly and worked her, hard. His balls slapped down
onto her thighs the deeper he pushed into her.
"OHH… THAT'S IT! PRAISE MIGHTY KING ROBERT! GOD KING!"
Gilly cried out passionately and flailed about frantically as Robert
performed all the steps that turned a woman into a gushing mess.
He slid a hand down her leg and moved closer. He continued to play
with her pert breasts and drive Gilly a little bit closer to the breaking
point.
"Faster, please," Gilly breathed in his ear. "OOOH, FASTER!"
Gilly nibbled down onto the side of his neck, the deeper that Robert
plunged into her. Robert returned the favour by cupping her breasts
in his hand.
Gilly's pussy tightened around Robert and he was going to explode
inside of her, if he was not careful. Robert leaned in and kissed down
Gilly's neck. He sucked on her neck and made Gilly just squeal in his
ear. She made many lovely sounds the faster that Robert plunged
into her. Robert leaned all the way down into Gilly's body and
clamped down onto him hard. She made sounds which would put the
most ravenous of harlots to shame.
'Now, she looks and acts like a proper Spearwife of the Freefolk,'
Robert mused to himself.
Robert kept feeding Gilly his cock while her insides tightened around
him. Perhaps, she should tell him to pull out, but Gilly's lust got the
better of her. The handsome King filled her and made her feel so
good.
"Where do you want it?" Robert asked, despite being able to guess
the answer beforehand.
"INSIDE ME!"
Gilly yelled as she wanted Robert to ride out this orgasm. His strong
muscular body needed to keep pushing into her body. Oh, Gilly
might have loved her Sam dearly, but King Robert was the one that
her body longed and craved for.
"Alright, your boy will soon have a new brother or sister to keep him
company," Robert grunted.
With a few more pumps, he drove deep into Gilly and Robert's loins
began to tighten. Yet, he managed to push a little bit deeper until he
finally lost himself and buried deep into Gilly's tight body.
"FUCKING HELLS! TAKE MY CUM, BITCH!" Robert cried out his
release.
Gilly clamped down onto him and milked her lover the further that he
pushed into her.
"OOOHHHH… AGGGGHHHH!" Gilly let out a cry of pleasure as the
cum showered her insides.
The very second Robert pulled out of Gilly, he left her a quivering
wreck all over the divan, with cum dripping from her body.
"I take it that you would be agreeable if I called upon you, sometime
in the next week?" Robert inquired as he wiped the sweat of his face.
"Mmmm, I would welcome another rendezvous before that as well,
my King.," Gilly replied and licked her finger at the thought of having
more regular encounters with King Robert.
Perhaps, she could join Lady Talla and Lady Melissa the next time
they gathered to serve the King. After all, Gilly was now a part of
House Tarly as well.