Chapter 92 - The Braavosi Compromise & The Great Dive IV

His cock bobbed thick and heavy, still glistening with Rhaea's arousal as he moved to the bed, sprawling out on his back. His muscled thighs spread wide, his brawny chest rising and falling. He looked at Missandei expectantly, his cock standing at full mast, waiting for her.

She understood immediately. Slim and tight, her caramel skin glowing with thirst, she crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips. She gripped his cock, guiding it between her slick folds, teasing herself with his cockhead, shuddering at the heat of it.

Even after all the times Robert had taken her, his size was still overwhelming, a beastly thing that made her stomach tighten with both anticipation and struggle. She took him slowly, inch by inch, her slick folds stretching around his impossible girth, every thick ridge and pulsing vein dragging against her sensitive walls.

"Ohhh—" A shuddering gasp escaped her lips as she sank lower, her thighs quivering, her body shuddering to accommodate the sheer fullness. The deeper he went, the more she felt her insides yield, a sinful mix of pleasure and sweet, unbearable pressure coiling in her belly.

His cock split her apart in the most sinful way.

The moment Missandei started moving, rocking her slick heat along his cock, Rhaea slid in behind Missandei, straddling one of Robert's thick, muscular thighs. She wasted no time grinding against his leg, letting her juices smear hot and wet over the coarse hair of his leg. The contrast—soft, needy folds against rough, battle-worn skin—made her shiver with pleasure.

Robert groaned, feeling Rhaea's slick folds drag against his thigh while Missandei pulsed around his cock. Rocking up and down.

She leaned forward, taller than Missandei, peering over her shoulder to meet Robert's gaze with a teasing smirk before reaching around. Her hands found Missandei's jolting tits, cupping them as if offering them up for his approval.

Robert gripped the supple mounds as Rhaea held them in place, his calloused fingers pinching and twisting Missandei's dark, pebbled nipples.

"Ummm—Aaaaah… Y-Your… Gra—ah!"

Missandei gasped, her body arching in a lustful, long moment of quivering indulgence, collapsing back into Rhaea's embrace. Her hips faltered for a moment before Rhaea took control.

"That's it, ride him properly," Rhaea murmured, steadying Missandei's movements, guiding her up and down with her hands on Missandei's bosom. A slow, torturous rhythm.

Rhaea never stopped grinding either, rubbing her soaked slit and sensitive nub along Robert's thigh, smearing her need over him, her breaths turning ragged as their pleasure built together.

Missandei could feel Rhaea's body plastered on her back. The soft bounce of her magnificent breasts smushing against her hot, sweaty skin, her hands kneading and gripping the underside of her tits while Robert pinched and tugged her sensitive peaks. His cock thrusting in and out of her needy pussy, scraping every inch of her soaked walls It was all so overwhelming, too overwhelming.

Rhaea took that moment to murmur something filthier, a naughty idea that tickled her lust. "Let me taste too."

She eased back, sliding down between Robert's spread legs.

Missandei gasped as Rhaea suddenly pushed her forward, forcing her breasts to flatten against Robert's broad, scarred chest. The shift only deepened Robert's cock inside her, making her whimper as her hips instinctively kept pivoting up and down.

Meanwhile, Rhaea settled between Robert's legs, eyes fixated on his cock thrusting upward, watching the way Robert's thick shaft disappeared into Missandei's tight, clenching pussy. His heavy balls sat just in front of her, jolting with each thrust.

Then she leaned in, pressing her face between his thighs, her tongue snaking out to lap at his balls. She took her time, rolling them in her mouth, feeling their heat, the subtle pulsing of his arousal.

Each time Missandei rose up, just barely lifting off Robert's cock, Rhaea flicked her tongue along the base, lapping at the slick mess of their sex. She teased lower, tracing the sensitive skin between his cock and the darker, filthier places beneath, dragging slow, wet licks that made Robert's hips jolt upward with primal greed.

Rhaea had never gone this low for a man before. Not like this. Not with such filthy, desperate hunger. But Robert was no common lord, no brothel patron tossing gold for a quick fuck. He was a god in the flesh; a King, a warrior, a man who took what he wanted and gave in return tenfold. She wanted him to have it all, needed him to have it all.

Missandei's body trembled violently above him, her climax rippling through her like a violent storm. Her thighs quivered, her wet pussy spasming around his cock as she came, gasping for him in a shattered moan.

"Aahh…. My—my King! Oh!"

The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming. Missandei collapsed forward, nails digging into Robert's sweat-slick chest as the last waves of her orgasm rocked through her. And in that moment, she knew; knew no man could ever fuck her like this again.

No future husband, no timid noble boy, no sweet-tongued lover would ever match the raw power of Robert Baratheon inside her.

Moments later, she finally slid off his cock, gasping, trembling; Still feeling the phantom touch of his cock as her pussy throbbed and twitched.

Robert moved back and sat up against the bed's frame. He spread his legs, letting them both see his throbbing length, still slick, still raging hard, still needing to finish. Without a word, both women moved between his thighs, crawling in, crowding, hungry for the mess they'd made of him.

Their lips pressed wet, eager kisses along the pulsing length, trailing up and down his cock like worshipers at a holy altar. They licked, suckled, and stroked him nonstop.

Missandei was swirling her tongue around the flushed crown, Rhaea lapping at the heavy sack beneath, rolling his balls in her warm mouth.

Their slender hands wrapped around his shaft, gliding over him with sticky, messy strokes, smearing their own spit and his leftover precum along the thick, pulsing veins.

Robert growled, his muscles tensing, his breath coming in harsh, ragged grunts. He gritted his teeth, gripping their heads, his thighs flexing as the pressure finally snapped. The sight of those two beauties working hard to pleasure him was enough.

"Gah—!"

His roar filled the cabin, guttural and primal, as his cock pulsed recklessly. Thick, white ropes of sticky cream erupted from him, splattering across their faces, their lips, their waiting tongues.

The first thick spurt landed across Missandei's cheek, dripping down to her lips. The second shot across Rhaea's brow, streaking through her silver hair. He kept coming, a thick, potent string painting their skin, glossing their noses, their flushed chests, dripping down onto their swells in hot, messy strands.

It was endless, days of built-up need, battle-worn frustration, a King's virility unleashed.

Rhaea grinned, licking a trail off her lips before dipping down, taking his cockhead into her mouth, suckling the last thick drops of his whip straight from the source. She moaned around him, savoring the taste, then pulled off with a playful giggle, her tongue darting out to catch another stray drip from her chin.

"And that's how you clean a King." Rhaea teasingly proclaimed, hinting at the future.

Robert sighed and relaxed into the bed. It was too hard to control his sexual desire once it awakened. Even more so when he doesn't spill somewhere for days.

Somewhere, in his heart. He wondered if this was right. Margaery, the woman he had to marry, was certainly no whore. At some point, he'd prove himself too much for her.

I can try entertaining this idea… maybe.

He decided. A glance at their silky bodies was enough. One was a dusky dame, and the other a snow seductress.

Until they find someone worthy… at least.

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The next morning, Robert woke up feeling hot and cramped. No matter how beautiful the two women were, holding their bare bodies on each of his sides wasn't the best way to sleep. Especially on that small bed.

But it was still a rather pleasant rest. After their first round, many more followed. He wanted to forget about all the blood and gore, and they gave him an outlet. He paced himself on them until they fell asleep, and he followed suit. Surprisingly, Missandei had more stamina than Rhaea.

Nonetheless, he got up, grabbed a loose tunic and breeches, and left the cabin. Naked, he went to the deck with no shame and grabbed a bucket with a rope attached. Then, he scooped some sea water and just poured it all over himself.

After that, he wiped himself with the tunic before wearing it and getting decently dressed. Salt water wasn't the preferred choice, but at least it was water. And the warm breeze of the sea was enough to evaporate all the soaked bits.

"Your Grace."

"Just a moment, Davos." Robert continued to walk, letting Davos follow him around. He went to the pantry, grabbed himself an apple and a smoked chicken, and then returned to the top deck so he could eat with a view.

"Your Grace, now's not the time to return," Ser Davos said, his tone low with concern. "Better to strike from the North—sail for White Harbor first."

Robert tore into the chicken leg, grease running down his fingers. "Bah! Don't trouble yourself, Davos. I've got my ways. I've had my fill of the Lannisters—first that gold-plated bitch ruined my life, now her father wants my throne? Hah! I'll have old Tywin singing the bloody Rains of Castamere right before I put him in the dirt."

"Blackwater Bay is blocked, Your Grace. No chance of reaching King's Landing by ship. I managed to slip through, though, using a few old connections. Lord Stannis sent me to haggle with the Iron Bank for a loan."

Robert sneered, the mere mention of the Iron Bank souring the juicy chicken."Damn the crown's debts, Davos. I've settled it. The Iron Bank's wiping the slate clean and throwing ten million gold on top. Call it payment for the treachery they served me."

Davos gulped. He was Master of Ships, a member of the small council. He understood the myriad of issues that the Crown faced. While Tyrion managed to fix the economy, the debts were still far from repaid.

"Did you truly slay the dragons… and that Targaryen?" Davos asked, his voice low. He wasn't some wide-eyed fool—he'd heard enough whispers in Braavos. "And the Golden Company… you destroyed them?"

Robert chuckled, neither confirming nor denying.

"Why do you think I've got the guts to sail straight back to King's Landing?"

Davos didn't ask any more questions. It wasn't his place. He was just a small lord, newly established, thanks to Stannis' blessing. He was happy with what he had. And if King Robert had what it took, he was more than happy to follow.

There was nothing to do on the ship. From Braavos to King's Landing was a week-long journey in good weather. Thankfully, they had just that.

Still, Robert had nothing else to do but spend time talking with Davos or spending time with Missandei and Rhaea in his cabin. Since he'd decided to keep them in the Red Keep for the time being, he accepted their willing helping hand.

It wasn't sexual pleasure all the time, however. Rhaea and Missandei both had lived a harsh life. They had plenty of stories to share. Of course, Robert would follow up with a good, deep spearing on the bed, the chair, and the table.

Days later, they finally entered Blackwater Bay. The bay was too big to block completely, so a more narrow section was chosen as a target by the enemy navy. Sadly, the navy was far too grand as it not just included the Lannister fleet but also the Redwyne fleet as Lord Redwyne came under House Tyrell's influence.

"That's it. We can't go any closer." Davos advised, handing the far-eye to Robert.

Robert used the tool to look into the distance. King's Landing and the massive cliff walls of Aegon's High Hill were visible in the distance. So was the Red Keep atop the cliff. There were ships everywhere, flying the Lannister or the Redwyne sigil. There were also ships of the Iron Fleet at places.

"This is good enough," Robert said and looked back at the two women. "By tomorrow, I'll lift the damn siege. Until then, keep yourselves out of trouble. Davos, you're stayin' here. Keep the bloody ship safe, far from harm."

"Aye, Your Grace. But how do you mean to reach the city? It's still a long way off." Davos glanced at the distant skyline, his gut tightening. The city might be in sight, but it looked small—too small—and that made it feel all the farther away.

Robert stretched his arms, his shoulders, then his neck. Then, he fastened his breeches tighter before walking over to the edge of the ship's deck.

"Of course, I'm swimming the whole damn way!"

"..."

Speechless, Ser Davos wondered if he heard it wrong. The distance was at least two dozen miles, and that was a conservative estimate. So, he looked back at the two women just to be sure he had heard it right.

"Did he say he's going to sw—"

SPLASH!

"YOUR GRACE!"

Panicked, Ser Davos almost jumped off at the sound of the splash. He grimly looked down from the edge. Into the deep, blue water.

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