Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Lyanna Stark + Myrcella Lannister/Arianne

Martell/Tyene Sand/Daenerys Targaryen/Val

Melisandre's tale of the Gods resurrecting deceased noblewomen to

serve Robert as a reward for his great service to the world had been

received by the realm a lot better than both she and the King had

anticipated.

Thanks to Lady Talisa's invaluable elixirs most of the lords and

commonfolk had been reduced to mindless sheep who accepted all

of Robert's proclamations as a decree from the heavens itself. Not

questioning or doubt the validity or possibility of the claims in the

slightest.

Even Robert's harem had accepted this radical development quite

easily with most of them believing the magically crafted copies to be

the long dead loved ones. After all, Robert was not just their King but

their God and no one doubts the words of their deities.

"So, mother, tell me, was my kingly husband just as insatiable in bed

as he was today?" Cersei inquired with an amused smirk as she

conversed with the copy of her mother, Lady Joanna Lannister.

"Your husband's appetites have seemed to grow several folds since

he bedded me all those years ago," Joanna answered with a wicked

smile of her own, causing the others in the vicinity to break out into

an amused giggle.

The mother-daughter duo was seated at a table in one of the

common halls of Harrenhal, that had been purposed as a gathering

space for the King's mistresses, as they engaged in a game of cards

with Robert's other paramours.

"Speaking of our illustrious monarch, where is King Robert? I don't

think that I've seen him since morning," Ellaria Sand inquired as she

nibbled on a grape.

"He left the castle in the early hours for a ride along the countryside

with my returned good-sister for company," Catelyn stated as she

dealt the cards, her answer causing the others to nod in

understanding.

"No woman could ever capture Robert's attention like Lyanna Stark,"

Cersei chimed in, knowing the thrall that the formerly dead She-Wolf

held on her husband all too well. "But I doubt that even Lady Lyanna

could satisfy my husband by herself alone. Perhaps, she did manage

all those years ago but now is quite a different time and a different

Robert."

"Very true, your grace," Sansa replied as she joined the

conversation. "Fortunately for my lady aunt, all of us are present to

pick up the slack."

"That we will, Princess Red Wolf," Dacey Mormont said with a

chuckle. "Though I'm sure that King Robert is putting the Winter

Rose of the North through the paces right now."

The statement caused everyone to laugh out loud in delight as they

pictured the sight of Lyanna Stark being ravaged by the lusty Stag.

At the same time, a few miles away from the Gods Eye, Robert and

Lyanna were enjoying a picnic by the shores of the lake after their

ride, with the King's guards taking up positions at a sufficient

distance so that they would not be an interruption.

"Well, it looks like I've got you," Robert remarked as he straddled

Lyanna, after the lady suggested a friendly wrestling match.

He hovered over Lyanna for a few moments, before she used her

strong legs to flip Robert over onto the ground. The sounds of the

waters slapping against the shore next to them were clear as the

bright sun of the day as she laid on top of him.

Lyanna and Robert gazed into each other's eyes. Steel grey orbs

met stormy blue, with both sets of eyes blazing in passion before the

She-Wolf leaned down and captured Robert's lips in a searing kiss

which he returned with equal passion.

The two of them continued to sink into their kiss, with it getting more

passionate with every single move that they both made. The duo

leaned into the lip lock as their hands slowly began to roam around

each other's body.

Lyanna broke the kiss and already had Robert's tunic off. She had

torn it in the heat of passion but did not care all that much about it.

The lady ran her hands down his chest and abs and hummed with

glee at what she saw.

"Robert," Lyanna purred as she leaned forward to stare lustfully into

Robert's eyes. "Make love to me. Just like you did back then."

Robert needed no further prompting. He sat up as Lyanna straddled

his lap and pulled him into another fiery kiss.

He wrapped his arms tightly around the resurrected She-Wolf, as his

fingers ran down her back, causing her to shiver. The King of

Westeros skilfully dragged his hands down her back before cupping

her ass to push Lyanna further onto his lap.

Lyanna allowed Robert to push her back and kiss her heatedly. The

kiss continued to deepen immensely, as Robert slowly undid her

riding breeches and pulled them down her legs. His hands roamed

down her lower body and she moaned in pleasure as Robert kissed

her even more deeply, his tongue wandering around her mouth.

The dark-haired Stark maiden wrapped her bare legs tightly around

him as she worked her hand down his breeches. Her firm hand soon

found his throbbing cock and she gripped it, experimenting with it as

she stroked him up and down to give him the most pleasure that she

could give him. A few moments later, the position was reversed.

"Mmm, I 'd like some of that," Lyanna offered as she worked his

breeches off.

Lyanna watched her former betrothed's cock throb and twitch before

her. This sight caused heat to fill through her body as he reached up

and placed his hands underneath her tunic. She closed her eyes as

Robert sat up, rubbing the head of his cock against her dripping slit.

"Oh, Robert, don't tease me," Lyanna panted as Robert kissed the

side of her neck, sucking on it.

Robert grabbed her breast and caressed it. He massaged it lovingly

and Lyanna closed her eyes, a throaty moan escaping her lips. Her

moaning became more labored as Robert worked her over for a little

bit.

"Isn't that half the fun?" Robert asked as he alternated between her

left and her right breast, as she was down on the ground.

Robert straddled her and planted a series of kisses, starting at the tip

of her right ear and working his way around her body. Lyanna's eyes

fogged over with even more pleasure, this was nearly unbearable

and her core was molten hot for him.

The randy Stag smiled; he could sense her pleasure as well as smell

her arousal. His cock throbbed because of the delightful scent that

passed through his nostrils, prompting him to speed up his kisses.

"I want you; I need you," Lyanna managed to groan out as Robert

cupped her pussy and felt the warmth and moisture rising from it.

"Oh…. I can feel that," Robert commented happily as he hovered

over her moist entrance.

He teased her a little bit but Lyanna locked her legs tighter yet

around his waist. His stormy blue orbs eyed her sex as he

maneuvered himself, readying to plunge into her. The She-Wolf

could feel his cock hover at the edge of her.

"Please…. Robert," Lyanna practically pleaded as her legs wrapped

around him and her nails sunk into his back.

Robert smiled before he plunged into her pussy.

"OHHH…. FUCK! THAT'S IT! ARGHHH…. YES! YES!"

Lyanna cried out as his cock penetrated her wet folds. Her steely

grey orbs widened in pleasure as Robert pushed in and out of her,

prompting her to lift her hips to meet his motions. They were slow

and sensual, working into her as his hands roamed her body. Robert

felt every single inch of that lovely flesh underneath his hands,

caressing it as he worked over her.

"Ohhh… How I've missed you my wild She-Wolf," Robert moaned

sensually. "Both Sansa and Catelyn are terrific fucks, with your lady

mother being a step above them. And young Arya surpassing them

all, with her vigor and ferocity reminiscent of you."

"But none of them could ever replace the real She-Wolf of the North,"

he grunted in pleasure, while lavishing kisses upon Lyanna's face

and neck.

Lyanna was immersed in pleasure as Robert's manhood worked its

way inside her, stretching her tight, wet walls apart. The She-Wolf's

vaginal muscles caressed her lover's member as his hands cupped

her pussy. She tightened around him while he pushed in and out of

her. She breathed heavily; her eyes flickering shut as the pleasure

continued to wash over her.

The Rose of Winterfell could feel the pressure build up through her

body as he slowly worked into her. Robert used his fingers to play

with her nipples and this drove her wild.

"So good…. feels so…. good," Lyanna panted heavily as his cock

worked into her molten hot core. "Oh, I need more Robert, please,

Robert, I need you."

"And you'll have me, my love," Robert smiled as he worked over her

and pushed himself up. His hands roamed her stomach, feeling her

taut flesh as he massaged her.

Lyanna's eyes flickered, her body flushed with pleasure. She was

about to experience her first orgasm of their encounter and the

anticipation only served to build up the orgasmic explosion. Lyanna

reached up and squeezed his strong, muscled biceps. She breathed

lustfully as the King's cock pushed between her walls.

"Cum for me, Lyanna," Robert breathed as he continued to push into

her, his cock penetrating her walls as he sped up his penetration of

her a little bit.

Lyanna bit her lip in pleasure and felt her walls tighten around him.

Her pussy juices lubricated his throbbing cock as she panted heavily.

Robert slowed down for a moment but her arms and legs wrapped

tightly around him as Lyanna's gaze locked onto his eyes.

"Robert, fuck me! Please," Lyanna breathed to him. "Really dominate

me. Make me your bitch once again."

Robert grabbed her breasts, slightly harder, and this caused her

walls to tighten around him even more. His throbbing member

pushed up and speared into her centre, causing her panting breaths

to grow heavier. The dark-haired Stark beauty lifted her hips up to

meet her lover's incoming thrusts before her pussy tightened further.

Lyanna lost herself through the pleasure of Robert working her

centre. The King of Westeros pushed his cock up and down into her

with greater intensity.

"Oh… the Old Gods be… praised, yes, yes," Lyanna panted

heatedly as Robert pushed her legs up so he could get better

leverage in slamming into her, harder and harder.

"You like that don't you?" Robert asked as he tugged on her dark

locks, making her eyes snap towards him lustfully. "Say it Lya, I want

to hear it from you."

"Yes, yes, you're the only man for me," Lyanna replied as she lifted

her hips, feeling his massive manhood slam into her.

Robert's cock continued to work into her for a few more seconds and

worked her up into another orgasm. The skilled King had her legs up

and started to slowly lick and caress her shapely thighs before

grabbing her ass cheeks. These actions caused Lyanna to moan

more intensely, and encouraged him even more. Robert's rock-hard

cock worked into her tight wet hole as more fluids splashed out of

her.

"Yes…. oh, yes…. more Robert…. more," Lyanna breathed after

feeing another orgasm simmering through her body. Her partner's

movements got more intense as the carnal dance continued and

Lyanna lost herself to them.

Robert kissed and sucked on her perky tits, before running his hands

through her silken, curly dark hair. One hand reached around and

gripped her breast, his fingers worked around her stiffening nipples.

The raven-haired beauty continued her pleasurable sounds as he

worked over every inch of her body. Her walls tightened around him

once more and this time Robert pulled out as her juices dripped from

his cock.

"Robert," Lyanna moaned before Robert grabbed her around the

waist and flipped her over.

Lyanna's eyes widened briefly as she felt a tingling of excitement go

through her upon realizing what Robert was going to do. She was on

her hands and knees, and Robert grabbed her breasts, before he

teased her opening. She felt a burning desire spread through her

body as her centre hungered to welcome him in from behind her.

"Time to fuck you like the She-Wolf that you are, Lya," Robert stated

teasingly.

"YEEESSSSS… ARGHH… OHHHH"

Lyanna shrieked out loud as Robert's cock plunged into the Northern

maiden from behind. Robert treated the loved of his life gently but at

the same time he really made her feel what was happening. His

hand wrapped around her swaying breasts as he picked up the

pace. Each stroke caused her to have a miniature orgasm which was

helped along by his rock-hard cock drilling into her centre.

"I know you like that," Robert breathed as he nibbled on her ear and

Lyanna panted as his cock worked through her. "You've always loved

being taken this way."

Robert worked his thrusts into her even deeper, his throbbing cock

spearing into her centre. Lyanna's eyes closed as his cock picked up

the pace and speared into her a few more times. The King's member

worked into her centre and stretched her walls apart, while he

continued to pick up the pace and his balls slapped against her

thighs.

"I want more," Lyanna panted to him.

And Robert was about to give her more, he was about ready to give

her everything that she ever wanted. Robert's stamina had grown to

exponential heights when Lyanna compared her past encounters

with the young Stormlord to the current one. She had come

numerous times, and each orgasm more intense than the last one.

Not to mention, each more satisfying as well.

Robert years of experience and divine abilities allowed him to hold

back the rush of his cum, which made Lyanna anticipate it even

more. His hands roamed her breasts as he twisted her nipples

around, causing Lyanna's pussy to clench his cock more tightly.

"Let me give you the child that we were denied all those years ago,"

Lyanna breathed before his hands roamed all over her body and

sent pleasurable caresses on every single inch of her body. "More

Robert, I need your seed."

"Soon, you'll have it," Robert breathed as her head turned around

and their mouths met in a kiss. She parted her mouth as his tongue

entered her mouth and slowly sucked on his tongue, feeling the

pleasure work over her. The two of them allowed their tongues to

clash together in dominance and passion, while their hands worked

over each other's body.

Robert pumped himself into her from behind and Lyanna grinded

herself back towards him. It was a pleasurable feeling that only came

after two sets of sexual organs belonging to two wild, passionate

individuals met each other. The tight cunt of the Stark maiden

wrapped around him as she tightened around his penetrating

member. Robert used his hands to work her over, working over every

single inch of her sensual body.

Lyanna panted heavily as her breasts were groped and squeezed.

The dark-haired beauty felt heightening breaths before Robert

grabbed around her and pushed himself up before slamming into

her. He picked up the pace before hammering her with ease.

"Oh, gods, nothing is better," Lyanna breathed as her hands grabbed

the ground and fingers clawed into the wet soil of the shore. The

sound of water slapping against the rocks of the shore was nothing

compared to the sounds of Robert's balls slapping against her

shapely thighs.

Their bodies were covered in a heavy layer of sweat as Robert

plowed into her again and again from behind. His thrusts penetrated

her into her warm depths as she wrapped around him. Lyanna

panted heavily as Robert's hands manipulated every single inch of

her body and continued to work over her.

Robert pulled out of her and smiled at her, but Lyanna grabbed him

and pushed him back onto the ground.

"You remember how much I like to ride, my Stag."

Lyanna said playfully as Robert allowed her to pin him down to the

ground, before she rammed her perfect cunt down onto his cock.

Lyanna practically impaled herself onto his throbbing cock as she

pushed herself up. Her tight pussy wrapped itself around his

throbbing meat spear and she ground her hips around him.

Robert laid back and watched her bounce up and down on him,

before he returned fire by burying himself deep into her. This was

what he wanted all along, to feel her wrapped around him as she

rode him. The King's balls throbbed before Lyanna pushed herself

up and slammed down onto her, before Robert's hand grabbed

Lyanna's breast, before pinching her and then Robert raised a head

up.

He began to lick and suck her breasts, worshiping them like the

mounds of perfection that they were. Lyanna felt his mouth work on

her, along with his tongue and it was quite the feeling. His hands

roamed all around her body as she pushed herself up and worked

around him, wrapping around the base of his cock as she continued

to ride him as hard as she could. Lyanna's tight cunt worked around

him to the base of his cock, working him up to an amazing orgasm.

"Yes, yes," Lyanna panted as she rode him even harder, her pussy

tightening around him.

"Oh gods…. Love you, love you so very much," Robert breathed as

he roamed down her body.

"I love you as well, my naughty Stag," Lyanna breathed as she

worked around him, before her mouth pressed against his and she

continued to rock back, working her hips against him.

The dark-haired woman's hips slammed down onto the pelvis of her

lover and she continued to rock back and forth. Her hands roamed

his abs and chest as she sunk her nails into it, while Robert's hands

roamed around her body as well.

The two of them worked in perfect sync each other, their organs

connected with each other with miniature explosions. Robert's cock

penetrated her before he worked into her and Lyanna's pussy

tightened around his throbbing member. His cock thrust into her

pussy as he buried himself into her. The raven-haired beauty sunk

herself down onto his manhood, riding him at great speed.

Robert grunted in the pleasure as she bounced up and down on him,

before her walls tightened around him. The Stark maiden sped up

her bouncing and Robert felt so much pleasure when her molten

core tightened around him.

"So close," Robert breathed after a time as she tightened around him

and her pussy walls wrapped around his cock extremely tightly.

The King's massive meat spear slammed into her tight cunt as he

worked into her. He stuck his finger in her belly button and worked

circles into her.

"That's it, cum for me, I want it," Lyanna breathed as she pushed

herself up and her hips cracked against his. The two continued their

dance with each other, working into each other. Robert's cock

penetrated her tightening pussy that wrapped around him.

Robert thrusted a few more times into her pussy before his balls

tightened. And with one final almighty grunt, he slammed into her

and sprayed his juices into her hole.

"Oh fuck…. that was amazing…" Robert panted, experiencing his

release.

Meanwhile, Lyanna panted heavily as she continued to ride him,

feeling another orgasm as rope after rope of thick, hot cum shot into

her dripping pussy. She felt it spray up into her as Robert pumped

several loads of cum deep into her pussy.

Robert rested his head on her bare breasts as she ran her hands

down his back. Neither of them wanted to move because they were

content with where they were.

"May I inquire the reason behind your bright smile, your grace?"

Princess Myrcella Martell nee Baratheon asked of her alleged father,

King Robert as they walked towards his chambers accompanied by

the other paramours who had been selected to spend the night with

the ruler of Westeros.

The newly wed Princess had arrived at Harrenhal as the sun was

setting after finishing her marriage tour with her husband Trystane

who had stayed back in Dorne to oversee the affairs of Dorne in his

elder sister's absence.

"Just thinking about the thrilling ride, I had with my beloved Lyanna

earlier today," Robert commented. "There's nothing like rekindling

the flame of passion with an old love."

Myrcella's expression flickered into that of a smile of understanding.

"So, I… heard. If I'm not mistaken then you had similar…. meeting

with my grandmother as well."

"That I did, Cella. Both you and your mother can learn a few things

from Lady Joanna," Robert replied with a chuckle as the group

entered the bedchamber. "After all, there is no substitute for

experience."

"True, your grace. But the stamina and enthusiasm of youth has its

own advantages."

With those words, the Lannister maiden dropped down to her knees

in front of Robert once she her fellow paramours signaled that the

chamber door was locked and that there would be no interruptions

for the rest of the night.

"And now I'm going to prove my point," Myrcella added as she

started to unbuckle his breeches. "Arianne, join me in pleasing our

master."

The Princess of Dorne's knees buckled in obedience. Contrary to

public perceptions, Myrcella possessed the stronger will of the two.

Not that it mattered, as both young maidens were eager to serve

their King.

"I missed you, father and it's time for you to pay attention to your

whore of a daughter," Myrcella commented before turning to Arianne.

"Not to mention my harlot of a good-sister looks to be in dire need of

sexual release as well."

Myrcella captured Robert's cock into her mouth, the blonde engulfing

it pretty much in her tight dripping lips. She pushed her mouth up

and down on him, sucking him. While Arianne was down between

Robert's legs, licking away at his balls as Myrcella sucked on his

erect member.

"Keep it up, oh that's it, keep licking me," Robert breathed, the fun

for the night had only just begun and it was already getting quite

intense. Both Princesses dropped any pretext of teasing and got

straight to business.

Myrcella's mouth wrapped around his thick cock and she let out

sensual slurping sounds with her mouth. The blonde basked in the

amazing sensation of Robert's cock going down her throat. She

pushed him as far as she could take him and then those few inches

extra, she coaxed herself into taking them. She would have him,

have all of him, have every single bit of him.

Arianne savored the feeling of his large balls, taking them in her

mouth and giving them a kiss. She felt Robert undo the lace of her

scanty dress and it soon ended up on the floor.

A moment later, the Dornish Princess realized that the King's third

chosen companion for the night, Daenerys Targaryen had taken up a

position behind her as well as the silver-haired beauty divulged

Arianne of her small clothes rather quickly.

"Time to get you warmed up for our master's cock," Daenerys

informed her as she drilled her tongue into Arianne's hole, burying it

into her center and licking the sweet juices out.

"FUCK YES!" Arianne managed to cry out before Tyene grabbed her

by the back of her head.

"Now, now, cousin, you were not given permission to talk, were

you?" Tyene asked in a mock scolding tone as she motioned for

Daenerys to slip off the side.

With a swift swat, the Sand Snake's hand connected with the

Arianne's right ass cheek. Arianne yelped in response as Myrcella

pulled herself off and offered the Martell Princess the chance to

indulge herself. An opportunity that Arianne hungrily seized as she

stuffed Robert's cock into her mouth.

"Tyene… damn Ari! Take me deeper," Robert breathed, managing to

keep his focus on the bastard Sand despite the incredible sensations

generated by Arianne's talented mouth. "Why don't you service Val?

Go service my Wildling Princess."

"At once, your grace," Tyene answered with a bow.

Val had discarded her clothes long ago and was currently plunging

her fingers into her pussy at the erotic sight of Robert being serviced

by his concubines. But upon receiving Robert's instructions, Tyene

quickly worked her tongue into the blonde Spearwife to replace the

motion of the digits.

It was so good to have another pleasuring her like this and Val

clenched the side of the chair upon which she was seated. She was

so close to coming undone that she could not believe this, there was

so much pleasure, so much, she could hardly take it anymore and

she clenched the arm of the chair tighter.

Tyene was enjoying her first sensations of a dripping wildling pussy

and was lapping up all of the juices.

So engrossed was the blonde Sand Snake, that she was surprised

when she felt her skirt go down and the presence of another Robert

appearing behind her. No matter how many times she witnessed this

magical feat, it always left her a little awestruck.

"Ready to take this hot little Dornish cunt for all it's worth," Tyene

said sultrily when the duplicate Robert grabbed her around the hips.

Her statement was answered with a sensual growl from the King's

copy as he slipped his cock into her hot, sopping folds with practiced

ease.

Meanwhile the original version of Robert Baratheon was treated to

the scrumptious sight of Myrcella and Daenerys taking turns licking

Arianne's pussy. They were in a competition to see who could make

the buxom Dornish woman cum the fastest.

Robert pumped his cock into Arianne's mouth, feeling the lips around

her and he closed his eyes. Channelling his powers, the King

created two more copies of himself to help him tend to his women.

Which now brought the total number of Robert's in the chamber to

four, including the original himself.

"Come here, Myrcella my dear," one of the two new copies said to

the Lannister maiden and Myrcella smiled, hiking up her skirt, as

Robert lifted her in the air before impaling her with his meat spear.

He rammed Myrcella down, and the blonde closed her eyes, feeling

her cunt wrapped around his tight cock. The blonde was riding him

for everything that he was worth, while she attempted to pick up the

pace as well.

"That's it, father, give me your cock," Myrcella panted as his thrusts

buried deeper into her soaking wet pussy. She felt every nerve

ending tingle through her body from his actions.

"Arianne, on your hands and knees," the remaining copy of the King

ordered the Princess of Dorne, who complied immediately.

"Please my King… fuck me," Arianne panted as she presented her

pussy invitingly to him.

Robert grabbed her around the hips and rammed his cock into the

olive-skinned beauty's dripping pussy. The dark-haired Princess

closed her eyes as Robert worked a tight path into her. She was

screaming out loud as his hammering thrusts worked her over from

behind.

Robert cupped her breasts as he hammered into her from behind.

He felt every single bit of her pussy wrap around his member and it

was an amazing feeling, so warm, so snug, so tight wrapped around

him.

There was one Robert left, the original version and Daenerys

decided to claim his attention by leaning against the wall, with her

legs spread invitingly for him.

"Come and get me, my Stag," Daenerys purred as she dug her

finger into her pussy and then slowly pulled out, offering the dripping

essence to him seductively.

Robert took her finger into his mouth greedily before ramming his

throbbing cock into her tight wet pussy.

"DAAMNNN…. AHHH FUCK…. YES, YES, ROBERT, YOU BEAST!"

Daenerys shrieked out loud as her orgasm hit her harder than

Robert's spear of meat which was hammering her pussy.

Robert grinned maniacally as his cock enjoyed the snug feeling

provided by the pussy of one of his new favorite whores. The hot

platinum blonde used her center to massage his cock as he kept

working into her, drilling into her with even more passion.

"Oh… mercy, Old Gods, mercy," Val breathed, throwing her head

back as Tyene's tongue kept working into her pussy.

Meanwhile, Tyene herself was experiencing amazing sensation as

the King's copy kept hammering into her pussy, working his

throbbing length into her. The blonde Sand Snake lost herself in the

sensations and her pussy walls tightened around him. He clenched

his hand around her perky tit and kept ramming away at her pussy,

with great intensity.

"Damn Tyene! That's it! Keep cumming for me, my little snake,"

Robert whispered as he leaned forward and nibbled on the back of

her Tyene's neck.

Tyene was about ready to lose it from the sensations of this cock

going in and out of her from behind her.

At the same time, Myrcella closed her eyes and began to ride her

version of Robert with as much as enthusiasm and energy that she

could muster. Her nubile hips rose up and slammed down onto him.

Her supple teats jiggled enticingly before Robert's eyes, prompting

him to take a hearty handful of her bouncing mounds and squeezing

them in his hand. The blonde's emerald eyes screwed shut as she

was bombarded with waves of pleasures.

"You're a natural whore, just like your mother and grandmother,

Cella. And I love it," Robert told his alleged daughter as she kept

bouncing up and down onto him and Myrcella nodded in response.

"Yes, I'm a dirty girl, father. A shameless, wanton whore who craves

your cock. That's it, play with my tits," Myrcella panted as she looked

down to see Arianne's face.

And what a look on Arianne's face it was, pure unbridled passion

danced through the dark eyes of the Martell Princess. In Robert's

experience, Dornish women were often the most vocal of lovers but

much to his surprise, Arianne managed to restrain herself. This

display of self-control only spurred the Storm King to keep

hammering into her pussy, drilling her from behind at an intense

speed.

"Let it out, let it out, you know you want it," Robert breathed as he

hammered into Arianne, who had begun to show the first signs of

losing it for now.

"If you need a break, I'll take over," Val offered to Tyene as the Sand

Snake's mouth left her pussy.

The duplicate Robert left a spent Arianne on the floor and sped over

to Val. His throbbing cock brushed over her center and teased her to

make her anticipation his entrance. Val waited patiently and soon

enough his cock slammed into her. The Wildling Princess happily

welcomed the invasion of the King's massive manhood, drilling into

her center.

She lifted up her hips and moaned loudly while Robert kept ramming

into her tight center. Val allowed the honey blonde locks to frame her

face as she kept biting down on her lip and welcomed more of

Robert's meat spear into her.

"Robert, that's it, take this fucking cunt and spear it!" Val yelled

passionately as Arianne looked up.

"That's so fucking hot," Myrcella stated, feeling a soreness in her

pussy but that feeling of soreness was trumped by her own lust.

The sexual energy and the scent of sex and arousal permeated the

air of the lavish bedchamber, sending all those present into a frantic

state of heat. Soon, sense and reason had vanished completely and

replaced with the primal, animalistic need for copulation in all the

participants, with Robert and Daenerys at the center of this amazing

orgy.

The savage beast within Robert had now fully emerged as he

grabbed the Targaryen wench and threw her onto the lavish bed in a

swift but forceful motion.

"SCREAM FOR ME, DRAGON WHORE… SCREAM…." the original

Robert exclaimed as lust dominated every fiber of his being, while he

brutally hammered a path into Daenerys's pussy.

"AAAAHHHH… OHHHH… SOOO GOODDD! FUUCKKK!

UGHHHH… YOU MONSTERRR!".

The Mother of Dragons closed her eyes and cried out at the top of

her lungs, with more lust in her voice than ever before. A part of

Daenerys had come to revel in being brutally taken by the lecherous

Stag King

Robert felt her tight Valyrian pussy wrap around his cock, it was like

being hugged by the most amazing vice. Daenerys really wanted to

milk him to a state of completion. The sensual sensations of her

tight, wet pussy walls hugging his throbbing pulsing cock, could not

be described in words.

"I'm your filthy Dornish whore, my King. Treat me like one," Tyene

breathed as she bit down on her lip and Robert's copy pushed

himself back, before hammering into her pussy.

"I like it when you talk dirty like that, my sinful Septa," Robert

growled before biting down on the back of her neck. Tyene Sand

was without a doubt, one of the most devious and naughty of the

King's paramours. The demure and shy image of a Septa that the

blonde projected in public was a sharp contrast to the ravenous

harlot that lurked within her being.

Tyene closed her eyes before he rammed into her and the blonde

indulged herself in Robert's cock burying into her soaking cunt. The

devious Sand Snake sister enjoyed Robert pounding the juices out

of her.

Arianne watched Val and Robert with unrestrained lust in her eyes

as Robert titled Val back on one of the plush divans of the chamber.

The dark-haired Princess did not need any further hint from her King

and she pushed herself up, before draping her cunt over Val's face.

Val's eyes widened as she tasted the savory, spicy treats found

between Arianne's shapely thighs as the Princess of Dorne rode her

tongue.

"Oh shit," Myrcella groaned as her version of Robert worked his cock

into her center.

The thrusts and cursing continued as everyone was losing

themselves in the passions. Daenerys in particular was becoming

undone as the two of them continued to push themselves to the brink

of their intensity. The couple rocked their hips against each other and

pushed themselves to previously undreamed heights, causing the

sturdy bed beneath them to creak and groan from the sheer force of

their motions.

Myrcella collapsed on Robert, her perky tits pressed against his face

and the dark-haired King buried his face between them.

This went on for this during the entire night, with Robert and

Daenerys in the middle of the chamber, going at it with great fury.

The King's divine stamina and the innate magic of Daenerys's

Dragonlord blood, enabling the duo to break all the barriers of

passion.

Robert grunted as he pushed his cock into Daenerys's burning cunt

before he injected her with a shower of his potent, steaming seed.

The other Robert duplicates felt the release of the original version

and a chain reaction was set off as they too came within the various

women that they had been hammering at the time.

It was a little past the hour of the Wolf when Myrcella, Tyene, and

Arianne collapsed onto the ground with dazed expressions on their

face, while Val and Daenerys rested on either side of Robert, ready

for another round.

There were still a few hours away from dawn and the plentiful stock

of Talisa's aphrodisiacs and stamina replenishing potions would

ensure that all of Robert's women would not burn out from fatigue.

After all, the King's mistresses knew that sleep was the one thing

they would never find when invited to spend the night in their

monarch's bed.