Arya the Dominator

She woke up tired. The headache she went to bed with last night was still there. The preparations for the arrival of Queen Daenerys and her half-brother left Sansa exhausted and for what? After months of reigning in Jon's stead and getting a modicum of sanity in Winterfell's household she was being ignored and cast aside.

All because Jon was king.

A tiny little voice in her ear similar to Littlefinger's insisted to her it wasn't fair. She should be on the throne and not Jon. She took back Winterfell from the Boltons, she saved her half-brother's life when he was trapped under a hundred corpses in the Battle of the Bastards.

And now Jon was coming back from the south with a whore to whom he had given the north.

Breakfast was no better. Her head still bothered her, but as she filled her stomach the pain eased. After visiting the dining hall, she headed to the Godswood as she usually did every morning. But this time she found she wasn't alone.

The red woman sat crestfallen under the weirwood tree, muttering unintelligible words in full concentration. A whimper of pain from Sansa alerted her to her presence. Instead of fleeing, the strange woman smiled and approached the newcomer. With a bow she introduced herself to her again, though Sansa had already heard much about her. Especially the fact that Jon had banished her and that she shouldn't be here.

"The Lord of Light has led me back to Winterfell, my work here is not done." She told her simply. Part of Sansa was tempted to back away and call the guards, but the other stopped her. If Jon didn't want this woman in the castle it was his problem, not the redhead's.

A cramp ran through her body paralyzing her on the spot. The pain in her head was getting worse and Sansa was having trouble almost standing. She felt the red woman quickly grab her, pulling her towards the bench under the large weirwood to rest.

Sansa apologized, "I've had a headache since last night and today it's worse."

To her surprise, the red woman gave her some herbs, assuring her that they would effectively soothe her discomfort. They were strange, with an unattractive grayish tint. Sansa accepted them, frowning as she studied Melisandre's expression. It didn't look like she had any malicious intent, and besides all the Maester's remedies had failed her.

She had nothing to lose

While she was enjoying her new infusion, Lord Royce knocked on her office door requesting an audience. Sansa refrained herself from rolling her eyes, the man had been visiting her more often lately, always wanting something from the North in return for their assistance. The truth was that dealing with the Vale armies was easier than she thought at first, her cousin Robin would do anything she said, whether Lord Royce liked it or not.

That's when the trouble began.

Interrupting her exciting audience with the Lord of the Vale, none other than the Queen of Westeros entered, regardless of whether Sansa was busy or not. Her haughty gaze surveyed her chambers ignoring the confused and indignant look on Lord Royce's face.

Taking advantage of her "luck," Sansa assured the old lord that they would continue their audience tomorrow, politely encouraging the lord to leave her study just as quickly as he had come in the first place.

She still felt sharp pricks in her head intermittently, but despite the pain, Sansa was able to mask her expression by offering a bright smile to the dragon queen.

"To what do I owe the honor, Daenerys?"

If the use of her name surprised her, the Targaryen did not show it. Gracefully, the southern queen took her seat in the same spot where the old lord of the Vale had been a moment ago. Her dress was a different shade of black from last night's banquet, but it fit her just as well. The fabric was tight around her perfect curves, but not scandalous. Her mouth reflected another charming smile similar to the Stark's, but her violet eyes remained icy.

Yes, Jon only knew how to think with his cock and the gorgeous queen in front of him was living proof of it. 

"The king told me I might find you in your study, before we continue this battle campaign there are certain things I would like to be able to discuss privately with you, Lady Sansa."

"I'm afraid now is not a very good time, Lady Daenerys. I have been suffering from a horrible headache all day and I was going to return to my chambers to rest."

"Oh," Daenerys raised her eyebrows, "I'm sorry to hear that, would you like me to ask for the maester?"

Sansa rose, shaking her head, "That won't be necessary, thank you very much." Heading for the exit, she opened the door inviting Daenerys to leave the chambers with her. "But you may accompany me to my chambers, they are not far away. I too wish to speak with you."

They both walked down the long corridors of the castle in silence. Had it not been for her pressing pain, she would have discovered the queen watching her with concern, hesitating whether to speak to her about her true intention of wanting a private audience or not.

Thank the old gods, it didn't take long for them to reach their private chambers, where the redhead bid a curt farewell before walking through the door, leaving a confused Daenerys alone in the hallway.

Bolting the door shut and alone at last. Sansa plopped down on her fluffy bed, huffing into the pillows. She sent her maid to draw her a hot bath and began to undress, changing into a light robe.

Here no one could interrupt her, not even Arya would dare. All Winterfell was busy preparing for the impending fight against the White Walkers. Sansa was no good for fighting, no one would miss her if she decided to rest today.

Besides, it was about time Jon acted like a king and left her alone with his stupid decisions.

Maybe it was the heat of the water or exhaustion, but Sansa ended up sleeping in the bathtub. When she woke up, she felt a strange warmth.

Instinctively, one of her hands drifted down where she began rubbing her fingers over her mound. The itch only grew, until a shudder shook her and Sansa felt her clit erupt. Her whole body was on fire, but instead of stopping the girl kept her pace giving herself pleasure, taking deep breaths when the heat was too much. 

It all happened very quickly.

She felt the skin stretch beneath her fingers, expanding until a long shaft appeared. There was a sharp, stabbing pain as her elongated clit transformed, forming a new urethra, along with two new balls growing beneath her new cock. Rivulets of water fell down the still growing rod, when the redhead stood up from the tub. It looked red and angry, with a protuberant head bobbing when she sat down on her bed, not caring about the messy trail of water she left when she exited the small chamber. Sansa had no idea of what was happening. The searing pain and pleasure left her breathless, allowing her only to whimper and moan until the heat of her crotch died down. 

Sansa gasped, supporting herself with the elbows to look down to her new parts. She found her freshly new appendage felt hot grabbing it and giving a few experimental jerks. Its new skin slipped back, exposing a bulging purple head. A pearl bead quickly oozing from its tip. 

Is this what guys feel? moving her hand once again and humming in pleasure. The growth seemed to have stopped now, and she mentally calculated she must be at least seven inches long. Certainly thicker than Ramsay or Joffrey, she thought, pumping her hips along with her hand. 

What was she going to do now with this? 

She hasn't seen a lot of dicks in her nineteen years of life, but she found her new addition to be quite… nice?

The girl panted, jerking herself relentlessly until she came with a scream. Sansa squirmed over her bedsheets, feeling her cock erupt, spraying white streams of cum, her jizz splaying over her belly and the lower part of her breasts.

The new sensation overwhelmed her, leaving the redhead in a daze. Her toes curled, a bead of sweat formed on her forehead. Shutting her eyes, Sansa brought one of her cum stained fingers to her mouth and she licked it experimentally. 

She did not find it unpleasant, it tasted a little salty but it wasn't a very strong flavor.

Standing up, Sansa went back to her unfinished bath, eager to explore her new additions before going to bed. A smirk plastered on her face, there were a lot of things she wanted to try.

The next day went on as if nothing new had happened. Jon asked her about her headache at breakfast, but the redhead assured him that he needn't worry.

Thanks to her long dress and thick coat, she didn't have to worry about hiding her new addition when she got dressed this morning. She was tempted to skip breakfast, but decided that she had explored enough and if she kept it up she was going to be no better than a teenager discovering how to jerk off for the first time.

Although the best part of the day was ignoring the arrogant Targaryen every time she approached her. It was easy at first, but after a few days, Lady Daenerys knew her game perfectly well and her frustration showed on her face.

Finally, one night she heard a loud knocking on the door of her private quarters. Sansa rushed to open it, wanting to stop the unbearable noise, and to her surprise there she was. Dressed in a night robe and an expression of displeasure on her lips.

"We need to talk."

Without another word, the blonde entered her quarters. It was past wolf time, and the embers of the fire were slowly diminishing.

"I don't feel like talking, it's late," the headache that had plagued her all these days reappeared, pulsing in the back of her head. 

"You've been ignoring me these past few days."

"Yes," Sansa admitted, shrugging her shoulders. She couldn't deny the obvious. Apparently, the dragon queen was capable of making the same obvious remarks as her half-brother.

That surprised the blonde girl, "Why?"

"You're not my queen, I don't want to talk to you, that's what Jon is for."

Sansa bolted the door, feeling like the conversation was going to last longer than she wished.

"Jon insists I speak with you," The queen repeated, heaving her chest haughtily.

Sansa smirked, oh what a good time she was going to have tonight.

In a couple of strides, she wedged the Targaryen between her body and the wall. She was much taller than Daenerys, so it was easy for her to pin the young woman down when she tried to resist. "You're going to listen to me once and I'm not going to repeat myself. I'll offer you a deal, but first you must distract me a little."

Their bodies were practically glued to each other. Sansa began to rub her bulge against Daenerys hip, marveling at the way the blonde's eyes widened at the feel of her cock hardening beneath her tunic. 

"If you don't scream my name tonight, I'll listen to anything those soft, pouty lips want to say to me, but if I win? You'll stop being Jon's little whore and be mine." Feeling bold, the Stark's hand drifted to unfasten Daenerys' robe. 

Sansa licked her lower lip at the sight of her pale skin and round breasts, and her hips weren't bad at all. All of her fancy dresses and long robes did actually do her justice, Sansa had to give her that. 

Still, the blonde continued to resist, "let me go and I won't kill you."

"Then don't scream. Come, I'm sure you'll be thirsty, I have some great Dornish wine you'll love. It'll be fun, come on."

Daenerys would deny it, but Sansa had seen the lust in her eyes. It took her a little while to accept her glass of wine, but she promptly took a swig ensuring her victory tonight. She had planned to use the small vial for another time, but Sansa supposed another visit to the red sorceress would be no big deal.

It didn't take long for them to kiss, their tongues reaching for each other in a playful dance Sansa very much liked. Daenerys was a great kisser too, she found. She squirmed delightfully when Sansa began playing with her plump perky breasts. They felt so heavy and so full in her hands, but the little whimpers and moans the Targaryen made when she twirled her nipple the right way, or when her cock stroked her sensitive center had almost spilling her seed right there. 

They moved to the bed, discarding their robes in the heat of their passion, their bodies bouncing as they landed against the mattress. Sansa couldn't resist anymore, and with a swift thrust, she found Daenerys opening. 

The blonde moaned into their kiss, not expecting her invasion so soon, but her snug twat clenched around Sansa's shaft, encouraging her to go deeper. 

"Sansa!" Daenerys shrieked, head rolling back as the harsh, powerful thrusts very immediately began to take her by storm. The big hard cock stretched her over and over again, filling her up completely, taking away the breath from her lungs. Her toes curled, her legs clinging tightly to Sansa's waist to endure her force. 

"You lost my queen," Sansa groaned, wrapping her lips around one of Daenerys' nipples and sucking greedily. The sound of lewd wet noises filled the room, reverberating against the walls at the same rhythm her fat balls hit the Targaryen's ass cheeks. 

Sansa found she liked this much better than jerking herself off. The sound of Daenerys' moans, mixed with her heat and how deliciously tight her cunt felt around her shaft were slowly driving her wild. Her thrust quickened, awaking a deep fierceness she never knew she had. The urge to take and dominate the girl beneath her. 

Merciless thrusts kept the attractive Targaryen completely powerless and lost in the face of what she wanted, her thrusts driven to push her, to break her down completely. To make her hers.

"This hard cock is all for you, my queen," Sansa panted before deepening her thrusts.

"I'm sure my brother didn't attend to you properly since you arrived at Winterfell, but don't fret. I'll take care of you," her promise was silenced by a cry of ecstasy. Daenerys succumbed beneath her, shaking and gasping, coming undone. Her walls milked her cock, bringing her to the edge after a powerful thrust. 

Daenerys cried her name again. 

Her balls tensed below her pulsating cock, pumping the blonde full of cum. Sansa groaned, watching in awe at how the Targaryen unraveled around her. She clung in deep drunken euphoria to her, eyes rolled back in pleasure eclipsing all sense of control or calm.

Sansa rolled to her back, enjoying how the blonde whimpered at her loss when her cock abandoned her stretched pussy. Leaning down, she placed a soft kiss over her plump lips, stroking her cheek tenderly until the girl's violet eyes met her blue. 

"You did so well, but you failed our deal." 

Sansa seized the petite blonde's body and lifted her up, marveling at her newfound strength. She placed Daenerys on her lap, taking her small hand to wrap around her hot hard member. The dick stood tall and proud, growing again after its first load of the night. Sansa wasn't paying too much attention, but she swore it had grown, or at least it looked bigger in Daenerys grasp.

"I heard you like to ride dragons, would you like to ride a wolf?

***

The rough pounding continued, drawing moans of pleasure from the two people in the room. Sansa awoke minutes before the sun rose from the horizon, her erection standing proudly into the chill of the room asking for attention. Luckily, a drowsy but horny blonde girl was very kind to volunteer with her aching need. 

How the mighty have fallen. It turned out queen Daenerys was a very very apt rider. She fucked herself on her thick cock so many times she lost count. If Sansa closed her eyes she could picture her delicious large tits bouncing, burying her face in her fleshy mounds. 

The redhead wasn't the only one having fun. 

Daenerys' eyes flutter shut as she babbled incoherently, the syllables of Sansa's name over and over again. The Stark tightened her hold on the blonde's curvaceous hips before quickening the pace of her thrusts, red crescent marks forming on the pale skin. 

"You're a total slut, huh?" Sansa said, slapping her ass once again. Daenerys squealed in excitement as the redhead fucked her from behind, "say it!"

"I'm a slut," she shuddered hotly as the thick cock pushed into her over and over again. Her breasts heaving as her body was shaken back and forth. Sansa's thrusts were raw, completely consumed by lust, splitting Daenerys open with every swipe of her hips.

The blonde's face contorted with pleasure, losing herself to the overwhelming sensations. Her knees were tired but her body pushed her to continue, searching for that sweet release she had found so many times tonight. The Targaryen had no idea how she was going to act when she exited Sansa's chambers.

Would Jon know? 

Another hard slap itched her cheek accentuating the red skin. Daenerys' pussy fluttered around the hard cock, crying when she felt the member reach her sweet spot once again. She was almost there, she could feel the crest of her release peeking closer. 

A short shriek tore through Dany when Sansa's knees moved forward slightly, groping her swinging breasts as she drove relentlessly into her cunt. The dam broke then, liberating a flood of juices that coated the thick cock as Dany's muscles spasmed. With a hot groan, the redhead lost herself, pouring her seed deep inside her.

Some hot sticky liquid spilled down her labia while Sansa's cock kept pumping spurt after spurt of jizz down her canal. 

"Clean." 

Daenerys heeded the command immediately, lurching forward to lick the monster shaft like it was candy. She hummed, enveloping the skin with her mouth as far down as she could take, savoring her juices along with the hot semen. 

It was weird to see a girl with a penis, but Daenerys found Sansa so irresistible that she wished she would have known her sooner. None of her previous partners had sated her so completely or had as much stamina as the Stark. 

Her cock wasn't her only attractive trait. Her small breasts were quite cute, and she was eclipsingly beautiful, any human could drown in her sapphire blue eyes. She drew all of the stares to her whenever she entered a room, and her commanding voice made Dany's knees tremble. 

Daenerys kept sucking, slurping the cock down, and paying ample praise to the shaft. It had to be almost ten inches long now, not even Drogo reached that length when he was alive. She struggled at first, but the blonde managed to take almost all of her member in her mouth. Sansa was patient, petting her platinum hair tenderly as the Targaryen worked, tears welling at the sides of her eyes because of the pressure. 

"So goooood…" Sansa lurched her head back, hips bucking instinctively. Her tip touched the wall of her throat and the girl gagged for a second before she could relax her muscles. Daenerys felt her pussy moisten again with the sound of Sansa's moans.

Bobbing her head, Dany retook her previous rhythm until she had to draw back, gasping for air, drool dripping from her chin as she pushed forward to lick further along her shaft, nuzzling her balls with her nose. 

"You are so hungry for my fat cock, aren't you?" The blonde nodded eagerly, licking the shaft from base to tip suctioning her head. 

"Such a needy slut." 

Sansa grabbed Dany's hair guiding her head back down, until her lips almost reached the auburn hairs of her crotch.

"Fuuuck, take my cum then you bitch," she felt the blonde's throat stretch, her muscles restraining the thick cock deeply, until the first spurts sprayed from the tip, draining her balls into Dany's throat with her release. 

When Sansa came down from her high, Dany was right there peppering kisses over her small breasts, playing with a hard nipple before moving up to her neck to continue her ministrations. She licked into Sansa's mouth tentatively, and a burst of herself exploded off Sansa's tongue, but the redhead didn't mind it. 

A raven caw outside the window, interrupting their morning bliss. 

When Sansa stepped out of the room and asked for her maid to prepare a bath, the innocent girl that entered the large private rooms didn't ask why the dragon queen was sleeping soundly on the bed beneath the furs. She also didn't mention the strong smell in the room, but Sansa was sure their little secret would spread like wildfire through the castle before the day was over. 

If she wasn't wrong, there was an important council meeting today. And unlike the queen sleeping in her bed, Sansa hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

Sansa slammed the door, leaving a stunned Jon speechless inside the small council room. Nothing she said would matter, then why even bother to attend? She heard Arya call for her name, but the redhead ignored her. 

Descending the stairs she reached the main courtyard. On the other side was Daenerys escorted by Ser Jorah and all her entourage. The blonde didn't glance at her, but she was sure Dany was aware of her presence despite the long distance between them. 

Last night flashed through Sansa's mind sending a jolt directly to her crotch. She palmed the growing bulge with the inside of her leather glove, adjusting it under her clothes so it wouldn't stand out too much. 

She was still getting used to walking with the new weight between her legs. It had grown a few inches last night, but it seemed to have stopped now. Sansa had an obscene curiosity to know how much she measured, but she discarded it for later. 

She spied the red woman in the Godswood from afar. It felt strange to see her exactly at the same spot as the other day, but the way her head lifted and their eyes met told Sansa it wasn't a coincidence. 

"My lady, how are you this morning?"

Sansa took the place beside Melissandre on the bench. Despite the cold, the red priestess wore a thin red tunic with a deep revealing cleavage showing the top of her breasts. Melisandre smirked when he caught Stark's hungry eyes and something dropped in Sansa's stomach. 

So it was true then.

"I'm doing much better, thank you," Sansa stuttered, her cheeks reddening. 

"I can see," the gorgeous woman huddled closer, knowing hands drifting beneath her fur coat. Sansa felt the priestess's warm hands envelop her length, cupping the heavy shaft until she hummed content, "how are you liking your new toy." 

"Take it out and see for yourself," Sansa dared her, her lips moving to the older woman's neck. Her nose nuzzled the shell of her ear, blowing mist from her mouth, "the last person I fucked with it spent more than two hours screaming my name, would you do the same if I take you here?"

"I thought the Godswood was a sacred place for you northerners," she bit back, her defty hand massaging her heavy balls now. Sansa unfastened her cloak, then her robes gasping lightly when Melissandre's fingers moved up her length, her thumb flickering over her tip. 

"What better reason than to fuck you rough under the watchful eyes of the Gods. You're dying to have my fat cock deep into your cunt." Before the woman could protest, Sansa pounced forward claiming her red lips and lifting her frame to straddle her lap.

Melisandre's hands fumbled with her breeches, finally freeing her hot member. Sansa hitched the priestess' skirts, groaning when she felt the woman was bare beneath the thin robe.

"Such a naughty slut," she kissed down the valley of her breasts, her nose setting aside part of her tunic before sucking her left nipple, "I want to watch your tits bounce while you ride my cock, would you like that?" Sansa remarked with a slap, her long and elegant fingers kneading the large woman's ass cheeks greedily, before slapping the plump flesh again.

Melisandre inhaled sharply, slowly lowering onto Sansa's rod, "It's bigger than I thought." Sansa hummed, grabbing the woman's hips and sinking her until she was fully sheathed inside.

"Big and hot, only for you."

So fucking tight

The red priestess took some seconds to accommodate her girth, adjusting to the stretch before she started to rock her hips. Her hands wrapped around the Stark's neck, holding for support quickening the pace. 

"So gorgeous and tight," Sansa savored the way her breasts bounced around with each thrust, her huge nipples begging to be sucked, "you're such a whore for my cock." 

Melisandre kept riding Sansa, moaning in pleasure when the redhead began to play with her clit. Her cock filled Melisandre's pussy over and over again without mercy, until the older woman rolled her eyes into her head moaning Sansa's name. 

The redhead grabbed a hold of her hips as she slammed down onto her cock with strength several times, "this is what you created, Melisandre." 

The pace was relentless. Melisandre knew she was going to get some fantastic results from the Stark, but this was better than expected. Sansa's eyes tore through her body with a deep hunger like a predator. The priestess was completely at her mercy.

Sansa stood up from the bench, her strong arms carrying the moaning mess the red priestess was above her until she pressed her body against the firm wood of the heart tree. Her hands went to cup Melisandre's ass as she bounced up and down hard and fast, suspended by her cock. 

"Now you are just a bitch aching to be filled by my seed, aren't you?" Her length continued ramming into the priestess like a beast.

"I-I'm your bitch Sansa," Melisandre panted, eyes hazed drunk in pleasure. Her tongue lolled out as the young redhead pistoned away at her grown pussy. Her mind turned searing white, feeling a strong orgasm finally overcome her, "A bitch that belongs to your big fat cock!"

Melisandre could only feel the thick iron rod fucking her to madness, the warm churn of Sansa's heavy balls as loads of fertile cum readied to dump inside her womb.

Sansa's cock pulsed, the dizzying pressure building up to its peak, and she couldn't hold out anymore. The Stark came hard, blasting spurt after spurt of her seed into the red priestess' eager pussy. They stayed still, regaining their breath as the world around them materialized after their high. 

Standing up, Sansa began jerking her dick, eyes darkening when the older woman crawled to her knees. 

"This is not over," the big Stark announced, approaching the thick shaft to the woman's lips, "I have plenty of time to show you how much I love using you before they need me in the castle."

"Now be a good girl and open that mouth for me." 

***

Ser Jorah had been searching for hours and hours for his queen. Daenerys had long since arrived from her morning flight on Drogon to scout the area and the last soldiers to see her indicated that the dragon queen was at the castle.

At dawn, several ravens arrived from the south, among them several messages from the Vale and the Riverlands showing their support in the northern cause and another alarming of the union between Euron Greyjoy's fleet and Cersei Lannister.

Every second that passed was time that their enemies took advantage of to grow stronger, if they did not deal with the White Walkers soon, the Lannisters would do so from the south. No matter how many dragons they had, defeat would be almost certain.

He didn't like him at first, but Jorah admitted that King Jon had a great weight on his shoulders. He was different from his father despite his great sense of honor, though if the rumors were true he was even more skilled in battle.

Jorah's footsteps led him around the corner, heading down the corridor to the queen's private chambers, but she wasn't there either.

He continued searching until the knight heard the moans and groans coming from inside a room. It was in the west wing, near the king's chambers as Ser Jorah acknowledged having been here earlier attending a meeting the first few days.

He looked around, making sure no one was there and, heart racing, bent down to peer through the lock of the thick door.

The gods did not prepare him to see what was going on inside.

Daenerys was completely naked, her luscious platinum hair falling over the large hardwood desk. Her creamy breasts heaved with her raggedy breaths, moaning sweetly like a vivid image of his darkest fantasies. 

Ser Jorah felt his breeches tighten, awakening a dormant feeling he long so much to shut down. A small voice inside his head told him to turn around and forget everything he saw. He could pretend nothing happened like he had done so many times before. It wasn't the first time the knight caught Daenerys' lovers with his queen.

Little he knew what he saw next would confuse him even more. Auburn hair peeked from the other side of the desk before the dragon's queen lover stood up. 

Jorah was expecting king Jon, but instead, his sister, Sansa, leaned forward pulling the dragon queen closer until their mouths clashed, devouring each other with a burning passion. The light reflected on the redhead's lips, shining with Daenerys' juices while the blonde licked and teased her with her tongue. 

Jorah couldn't move even if he wanted to. His feet were frozen on the spot, eyes widening when Daenerys' small hand wrapped around a thick long shaft, pumping the skin until it rose to its maximum size. 

It happened too quickly. The redhead pushed inside the dragon's queen aching pussy, slamming her hips with a deep thrust. The desk immediately creaked beneath them, complaining about the furious rhythm the Stark set. 

But Daenerys loved it. Her screams and moans filled the room, bucking her hips back wildly in a frenzy asking for more and more.

"I've been dying to fuck you so hard this morning. I couldn't take my eyes off you during the council meeting," Sansa groaned, her nails forming red crescent marks on the pale skin of her waist. 

"You were so bored without my cock, weren't you?"

"Sansa!" The blonde yelled in ecstasy when Stark slammed all of her length inside Daenerys. Her thrusts intensified, hitting all the right places over and over again.

"You missed my cock destroying your pussy like the dumb slut you are!"

It was dirty and so deliciously sinful, Jorah feared his heart would stop working. The moans grew louder as Daenerys was fucked to the heights of euphoria beyond his most twisted imaginations.

"What if Jon walks into this room and he sees you moaning my name like a slut, huh? Would you like that?" A bead of sweat rolled down the redhead's brow, "would he call you a whore? He would be right, though. You're such a nasty whore for my cock, taking all of my cum like the good bitch you are." 

Pushing one last time, Sansa's face contorted in pleasure. Her cock twitched inside the blonde a flood of sticky, hot cum pouring into her, elevating the Targaryen's moans higher and louder as her spine arched, and for a moment everything went searing white. 

"That's it, so good my dragon, you're so good," Sansa kissed Daenerys' tears away from her cheeks, gently taking her into her arms, "you are so hot taking all of my cock like that."

Sansa inserted two fingers inside the blonde's abused pussy and brought them to her lips before coating them again. Daenerys opened her mouth, sucking and lapping the cum off Sansa's long elegant fingers. 

Jorah took a step back, feeling guilty for watching the pair in such a state. He had to get away as fast as he could. Images of what he had just witnessed flashed through his mind like poison, and he refrained from the urge of fishing his cock right there to release all of his pent-up tension. 

When he reached the end of the corridor the moans began again.

***

After the War for the Dawn the king ordered Sansa to travel south to Highgarden to seek an alliance with the Tyrells. A part of her was glad to be able to get away from Winterfell and feel useful.

Before attacking King's Landing, the troops of the dragon and northern armies needed to rest and replenish their strength. Sansa would be lying if she said she wasn't going to miss the beautiful dragon queen at night. It was hard to say goodbye after getting used to waking up with her plump lips around her cock for so many days.

Along the way, she would have to make do with her hand.

Melisandre disappeared as mysteriously as she had appeared after their last encounter. Leaving the redhead with more questions than answers as to why she did what she did. A part of Sansa was angry at the priestess for playing without her permission with her, even after subduing her, her dark eyes shone with pride at how perfect her creation had turned out.

Sansa felt dirty, used, and humiliated.

With Daenerys she was freer than she had ever been and yet her thoughts kept returning to the darkest fraction of her mind, telling her she was a monster and always would be.

Highgarden was as beautiful as they said. Here winter barely brushed the valley, and the sun was still warm. The great fortress and gardens that Margaery had told her so much about during her stay in King's Landing were surrounded by elegant walls, just as ostentatious as the rest of the architecture.

It was the complete opposite of the austere Winterfell.

Their entourage was welcomed by guards who quickly escorted them inside the walls. Sansa spotted the figure of her former friend at the entrance next to the unmistakable Olenna Tyrell.

I have to be careful with her , she thought. If there was anyone who hated the Lannisters as much as Sansa, it was the Queen of Thorns, but even so, it would not be easy to reach an agreement.

Sansa got off her horse, straightening her shoulders in imitation of the haughty pose she had seen so much of Daenerys. She was an important person here, an envoy from the north with two armies at her back, no longer the same helpless girl from the capital the Tyrells met so many years ago. 

Margaery immediately threw herself into her arms, wrapping her arms around Sansa in a crushing embrace after such a long time without seeing each other. Her fruity perfume enveloped her, making Sansa inhale the brunette's hair instinctively. Something below her stomach stirred when the girl in her arms kissed her cheek before pulling away.

"It's so lovely to see you again, Sansa." 

The dinner was impressive, but after the long journey, Sansa retired early wishing to rest for the night. 

Alone, at last, she undressed, freeing herself of her riding breeches and stifling tunic. She would have to order new, lighter clothing for her stay. Sansa wasn't going to be able to hold out in the thick furs of her cloak in the relentless sun of the Reach. 

After letting her tired muscles relax in the warmth of the tub, Sansa's long fingers traveled down her body, feeling how much she had changed since last fortnight. She felt stronger than before, her biceps and core muscles were more defined and her stamina had increased. She wouldn't have been able to travel from Winterfell to Highgarden so fast before, and much less riding.

And then Margaery's lips appeared on her mind, whispering sweetly how much she missed her, and Sansa's fingers wrapped immediately around her aching shaft. It would be lovely to undress the attractive Tyrell, she thought, imagining the feel of her supple and round behind, hitting against her crotch when she thrust her cock inside her tight pussy. 

Sansa needed to strike the deal with the older Tyrell first, she couldn't risk it. There would be time for leisure and pleasure later, she needed to sing a sweet song to the thorny rose first. 

After the long meeting with Olenna, Sansa emerged victorious from the hall with an agreement under her arm. The armies of Highgarden would support the Northerners in their invasion of Landing, provided that the Reach was an independent kingdom as the North.

Something the redhead shared after seeing so many wars throughout her life.

The meal was accompanied by various cakes and seasonal fruit, along with several cups of sweet wine that they finished with gusto. Margaery laughed telling anecdotes of when she was little, her bright smile lighting up the hall. 

After the hearty feast, Margaery invited Sansa for a stroll in the gardens. She did not contemplate a no for an answer, twining her elegant arm around hers, and tugging excitedly at a confused Sansa who could barely keep up with her.

The gardens were beautiful, but even more beautiful was when Sansa turned a corner sharply, catching an unsuspecting Margaery between her arms and the wall for a gentle kiss. She felt Tyrell's hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her back lingering longer, and caressing Sansa's lips with her tongue.

Between their heated kissing, a voice called for Margaery, pulling the pair from each other's arms, but not without a promise.

"Tonight, come to my room," Sansa whispered, her lips traveling down Margaery's neck enjoying the way the girl squirmed when she pressed her hard bulge against her clothed center. 

"Sansa, I-I need to go." 

Inhaling sharply, the redhead lifted Tyrell's chin before bringing her mouth to her lips once again. Margaery's cousins kept yelling for her, their voices getting closer each second, but Sansa wasn't ready to let her go.

"Promise me." 

And she did. 

The wine tasted sweeter on her tongue, Sansa found. 

They tumbled over the bed, Sansa's hands fought against Tyrell's clothed restraints until her light robe pooled on the floor. Their hungry mouths were never far from each other, dancing and fighting for dominance with occasional little bites that would sting when they took another sip of wine. 

"You've changed so much, Sansa," the girl purred, taking one of her nipples in her mouth. Sansa's eyes fluttered shut, feeling the hot wet trail of kisses the older girl left down her body. "Standing your ground against my grandmother was so sexy, I almost stole you for myself this morning," she continued licking her abs, drifting lower until her upper thigh.

"Oh my, I thought I was imagining things," Margaery unfastened the Stark's breeches, letting out a soft squeal when Sansa's manhood sprang free, slapping the side of her small nose. 

"As you said, people change." 

Margaery nodded, face nuzzling Sansa's crotch while she studied her old friend's new addition, "did you measure it?"

"Not yet." 

"Would you like to?" 

The redhead raised an eyebrow, "I thought we were having a moment, sweetling."

Margaery looked a bit disappointed, but she immediately wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft giving it a tentative kiss, "does this feel good?" She asked innocently before spreading her tongue and licking her from base to top. 

"It's nice," Sansa closed her eyes again when she felt the girl's tongue flicking around her cockhead before taking almost six inches in her mouth, "that's soooo much nicer…" 

After a few maneuvers, Sansa laid down on the luxurious bed, buried between Margaery's supple ass cheeks, lapping and sucking her pink luscious pussy who now claimed all of her attention.

The Tyrell kept herself busy sucking all over her cock with great enthusiasm, playing with her heavy balls when she couldn't take all of her length at once. Enjoying Margaery's moans around her thick member, Sansa bent forward capturing her labia and sucking with devotion, hitting the brunette just right, before diving up again to lap over the hood of her clit with determination.

Margaery bobbed her head along the shaft, slurping the dick down eagerly when she felt her walls flutter around Sansa's fingers. She fucked herself against her hand, crying in ecstasy when three of her fingers hit that sweet sweet spot relentlessly. 

Sansa's cock erupted in her mouth without warning. She gulped down most of it, but some of the sticky substance spurted out landing on her soft face. 

Not giving her enough time to rest, the northern girl grabbed the Tyrells hips, positioning her on all fours. She heard Margaery whimper when her cockhead teased her sensitive entrance, sliding over her engorged clit. 

"Last night I dreamed of you calling my name while I came inside you," she said entering her with a hard thrust forward feeling how Margaery's snug pussy expanded around her large cock, "you're even tighter than I thought," she pointed out with another thrust, "greedy girl." 

The rhythm began slowly until the urge to claim the Tyrrell was too strong. Sansa had been waiting for this moment since she crossed the Twins on her way from Winterfell, jerking herself every night to the notion she would fuck Margaery Tyrell soon.

Sansa's hands caressed Margaery's silky ass, before giving a hard slap, "you're going to cry my name so loud, the whole castle will hear you moaning like a whore, because deep down that's what you like, isn't that right?" 

Sansa quickened the pace, hammering into the brunette's like a woman possessed. Margaery dropped her face on the mattress, her pussy gripping the pistoning cock eliciting a loud moan from the woman on top of her. 

"F-fuck, fuck me like a whore!"

She forgot how to speak. The pressure, Sansa's force, and her throbbing cock twitching inside her was too much for the Tyrell. She cried, babbling the redhead's name when another wave of her orgasm crashed against her. 

"Such a needy slut, so good for me," the thick long shaft reached her deepest parts from that angle, driving Margaery to complete euphoria with each slam. She wanted to feel the girl cum inside her, feel her hot seed fill her to the brim until she couldn't take anymore. 

She was so wet, her pussy couldn't stop leaking juices mixing with Sansa's precum below them as sinful proof of what they were doing. 

Margaery gripped the sheets with white knuckles as Sansa flooded her cunt with hot, thick cum. She shoved her ass back, chasing her orgasm's aftershocks as the redhead completely emptied her balls, filling her up with a groan. 

The Tyrell felt the cum slide from her cunt down her belly when Sansa pulled out of her. Letting herself go, she searched for the younger girl's warm embrace and sweet kisses, praising her for being a good girl. 

Margaery didn't remember the last night she didn't sleep, but she was sure she would remember this one.

***

Not having to return immediately to Winterfell, Sansa enjoyed her stay in Highgarden. The weather was warmer here, the wind did not pierce the skin like ice and the rain felt gentle as a caress.

Her favorite pastime was the evenings with Margaery, but the day was not bad. Agreeing to socialize a bit with the Tyrell's friends and family, Sansa accompanied her to a large picnic in the gardens. The younger ones were playing near the stream, some even bathing, taking advantage of the last breaths of summer before winter fully arrived.

Sansa wore an emerald doublet with matching silk breeches, leaving the first two buttons of her collar unbuttoned. By the way Margaery's eyes roamed over her figure, Sansa assumed that she had made the right choice.

During the picnic, Margaery approached her and offered her a strawberry, which the young woman immediately accepted on her lips, licking the other girl's fingers with a swift flick of her tongue. They were seated away from the main group of people, but Sansa felt giddy about being like this with her in the open, without doors to hide them. 

The older girl giggled, giving her another, but before her mouth could take it, Tyrell bit into it, stealing the tasty fruit in front of her.

"You're playing with fire, my lady," Sansa chided playfully, invading the other girl's space to take another strawberry from the basket, "I would say you want to get burned." 

Sansa could feel the people around whisper, surely talking about them but she didn't care. Feeling bold, she pulled Margaery closer, catching the juicy bite of strawberry from the girl's lips. She swiped her tongue over her lower lip, tasting the sweet flavors before kissing Tyrell again softly on the lips.

"Much better, you don't want to make a mess, don't you?" 

"You're going to love this, trust me."

Navigating the vast corridors of the fortress, Margaery guided her to a secret door, in the farthest corner of the castle. The interior revealed a small pool illuminated by the soft moonbeams pouring through the glass windows.

Without a second thought, Margaery began to undress. Her hips teased her, swaying sensually when the light robe fell down her shoulders, skin bristling under the soft breeze coming from the windows. Sansa wasn't so fast, eliciting a giggle from the brunette when she had difficulties with the ties of her breeches. 

"I'm going to wipe that little smirk off your face, just so you know," she threatened, pulling the short girl closer until she felt her chest pressed against hers. The water felt chilly, but not as much as she thought. 

Margaery silenced her with a passionate kiss, moving one leg to straddle her hips until Sansa felt her back hit the cold marble of the wall. Sansa's muscles flexed, hoisting the brunette so her cock could align with her aching entrance. She teased her, moving her hips and grazing her lower lips while she attacked Margaery's neck, sucking on her pulse point without mercy. 

"I need you to fuck me, fast and hard," she pleaded, her hips grinding against her searching that sweet friction. Sansa relented, sheathing her length slowly and marveling how Margaery took her completely, all of her ten inches and thick girth inside. 

Margaery set the pace, riding her cock and moaning in the most gorgeous, arousing way. Sansa's hips bucked up matching the brunette's tempo. She felt perfect around her. So fucking hot and tight, rolling her hips at the right angle. 

" Fuck , you look so gorgeous, so needy for my big cock." Sansa sucked one of her perky breasts, slurping and sucking her nipple, while her hands fondled the round flesh, "if you keep it up I'm going to come so hard, I'll end up breeding you." 

Margaery's pussy fluttered around her, "so you like that," Sansa said with a winning grin, groping Margaery's ass cheeks until the brunette stopped her rocking, Sansa's shaft deep inside her stretching her cunt.

"Do you want me to breed you? to fill you with my seed until you're swollen and heavy with my child?" Sansa thrust again, hammering Margaery's cunt with a newfound determination. The girl could only moan powerless, placing her hands on Sansa's shoulders for support.

"Your cunt wet and dripping with so much cum you'll leave a white trail through the castle halls." Sansa ascended the pool stairs, laying the moaning girl over their discarded robes softly.

She kissed her deeply, silencing her small whimpers, and began pushing and retracting her cock from her wet cunt. The lewd noises of skin slapping skin filled the room, reverberating against the walls at the same rhythm her fat balls hit Margaery's ass cheeks.

They were both sweating and panting, both close to their peak. Sansa could feel Margaery's walls clenching around her, her inner muscles squeezing her cock like a vice while the girl cried Sansa's name into the empty room.

Feeling her climax approaching, Sansa grunted and thrust as hard as her muscles allowed until her balls tensed, warm and thick cum flooding inside Margaery's cunt. The older girl shivered beneath Sansa when she felt spurt after spurt filling her completely. 

"Fuck," The brunette breathed, clinging into Sansa and kissing all over her sweaty neck, her legs wrapped around the redhead's waist in a mating press, "you're so fucking good."

Regretfully, Sansa pulled her now limp cock kissing Margaery on the lips when she saw the disappointment in her face, "don't pout, soon I'll be able to fuck you again my needy girl." 

They both returned inside the pool, bathing together under the light of the moon sharing giggles and words of adoration. After a while, the Stark got hungry and feasted on Margaery's pussy, her back over the cold marble tiles of the floor and Sansa's tongue deep inside her cunt until she went limp, exhausted due to tonight's exertions. 

Managing to enter Sansa's room, they fell immediately over the soft clean sheets in each other's arms, the beat of their heartbeats lulling them to fall deep into sleep. 

It was almost time. 

Sansa received a letter yesterday from King Jon, asking her to return, to head to the freshly retaken King's Landing. The war was a success, and now he was making the necessary preparations to celebrate his wedding to Daenerys. 

Something churned in her stomach at the notion of Dany marrying Jon. They were together before Sansa and the dragon queen had their little affair at Winterfell. It wasn't like Sansa planned to stop now, though. The redhead made sure the dragon queen knew who she belonged to, the wedding, the gods or Jon didn't matter. 

Any children Daenerys will bear will be Sansa's, and only Sansa's. 

"Do you really want to fuck or are you wasting my time?" 

Sansa laid on Margaery's bed, facing the brunette's back while Margaery impaled herself back slowly onto her cock, her hind jiggling each time she slammed down, harder and harder. Sansa bit her lip, Margaery looked so perfect.

"If you want my cum, you'll have to try harder darling," the redhead's hands smacked the moaning girl's ass cheeks, roughly squeezing a buttock in each hand. Margaery wailed above her, losing control of the pace when Sansa pulled her back and began snapping her hips faster. 

"This cunt, who does it belong to?" 

"To you," Margaery cried, "only to you." 

"Yes, to me, only to me to use," the long cock drilled into Margaery's cunt, the weight of her thrusts making the brunette reach forward to grab the bed's headboard for support. 

Something had changed today, Margaery thought Sansa's new changes were the ones making her act this rough, but there was something else there in her dark piercing eyes. Not like she was complaining right now. Her cock fucked her so perfectly, it took very little time for the Tyrell to reach her high again, crying Sansa's name. 

Something awoke inside of her that night in the pool. 

She could see the same desire in Sansa's face, but she had never brought it up except for that moment in their heat of passion.

"I'm going to come and you're going to take it all like the slut you are." 

"Cum inside me please!" Margaery begged, "make me your breeding whore." 

Sansa groaned, throwing her head back as she shot another thick, hot load inside Margaery, her heavy balls flailing wildly. The Tyrell groaned, practically convulsing beneath her as she felt her hot seed coat her insides. 

When Margaery felt ready to open her eyes, Sansa was already between her legs, licking over her sensitive slit lapping greedily all their juices. Her tongue flicked her clit, sending another jolt through Tyrell's spine, before straddling her chest placing, her once again, hard meaty shaft of veins and flesh between her fleshy breasts. 

"Suck it whore, taste yourself."

***

Sansa inserted two fingers inside the dragon queen's soaked pussy, eliciting another moan from Daenerys' lips when her tongue attacked her clit.

"Y-yes, fuck Sansa."

Daenerys wouldn't say it, but she's been wet since she first saw Sansa come down from her horse after arriving at the Red Keep. 

Her deft hands and fingers couldn't stop touching the Targaryen at every opportunity like she was dying inside to be alone with her. After the palace formalities and meeting with the new small council, Daenerys quickly dragged the redhead to her private chambers and pushed her down against the mattress of the large fluffy bed. 

Now Sansa was between the Queen's legs sucking her pussy relentlessly as a woman possessed and Dany loved it. It felt so much better than her own fingers, or the special cylindrical toys she carried with her to help her with the pent-up release after so many days fighting a war. 

She couldn't accept Jon now, despite the man's insistence. His body, his scent, everything about him was wrong, she couldn't find the right words to explain it. Daenerys' mind kept coming back to Sansa when she pushed her small fingers deep inside her cunt at night. She was the one she called at the edges of her orgasms, before falling down her high. 

"I missed this pussy so much, look how beautiful it shines with how fucking wet you are." 

Sansa unfastened her silk breeches fishing out her long thick shaft and jerking it a few times. Daenerys moistened her lips instinctively, almost lurching herself forward to worship the large cock, but strong hands stopped her, pushing her back down on the mattress. 

"So eager to suck my cock, aren't you?" The redhead grabbed her legs and placed her over her broad shoulders for leverage, aligning her shaft before pushing inside a whimpering Daenerys.

"Tight and so ready for me, so perfect."

The redhead began a shallow pace with her hips, letting Dany's muscles readjust around her member. She looked completely overtaken by lust, her soft moans, and cries encouraging her to go deeper and deeper.

So Sansa did.

The monster that lay dormant inside her awoke, urging her to submit the sultry Targaryen. Her cock tensed, leaking trails of precum from its tip with each thrust, mixing with the blonde's juices in a lewd dance. 

"Did you touch your pussy thinking about me like the little slut you are?"

"Y-yes, every day," Daenerys cried, trembling and moaning in a state of pure excitement under the feeling of Sansa's attention, "I missed your big cock."

"Is Jon's prick really that small?" The blonde couldn't answer, she rolled her head back squirming over the sheets completely overcome by pleasure. 

"Answer me, slut," Sansa commanded, reaching forward to grope at her plush tits. The redhead used her body as her personal plaything because that's exactly what she was and Daenerys loved it. 

"H-he can't compare to you."

"He'll never have you again, you hear me? I'm going to come so hard your cunt will be leaking my cum for hours." 

Sansa hammered her pussy, fucking every thought of Daenerys mind, groaning and grunting at the way the walls clenched around her as tight as the first time she fucked the dragon queen. Her sweet moans were music for her ears, bringing the Stark once more to her release, flooding the fertile pussy with her cum. 

Breeding the dragon queen until she was bursting with her hot seed.

The tall redhead stayed still, savoring Daenerys aftershocks with her. Releasing the way she had missed after so much time apart. Without pulling out, she brought the exhausted girl to straddle her waist, feeling how their juices dripped from their joined sexes onto her crotch. 

They kissed then, softly, rediscovering each other's mouths like coming home for the first time in ages. However, the tender moment didn't last long as Daenerys hips began rocking back and forth, her cunt's muscles fluttering around Sansa's dick. 

"Such a needy whore," the redhead grabbed hard Daenerys ass cheeks, thrusting her hips into her once more before purring, " my needy whore."

Daenerys told her that she was in the deepest cell of the black cells. Within a week it would be her execution, so Sansa decided to act as soon as possible before she missed her chance.

After all, not even death was going to save the Lannister bitch from all that Sansa had suffered because of her. The redhead was not ready to accept it. She needed revenge, and it was not a revenge Jon could help her with.

She sent her soldiers for the prisoner, giving precise instructions that she was to be washed before being taken to one of the private rooms where the Stark was staying in the Red Keep.

Long ago she read a very interesting chapter of one of Petyr Baelish's books during her stay in the Vale, awakening in Sansa an idea that she was eager to carry out. 

Cersei sat on a large leather stretcher made from black metal affixed to the floor via a thick metal cylinder. The woman twisted madly when the tall Stark entered, trying to free herself from her restraints in vain. 

She was naked, completely at her mercy. Sansa's eyes darkened meeting her prey's terrified stare.

"I would apologize for the rough treatment, but it would be a lie," the redhead settled on a chair a few meters across from the Lannister taking a red ripe apple from the fruit bowl. 

"What do you want?" the blonde's voice rasped.

Sansa played with the spherical fruit a bit, relishing in the way Cersei's eyes flared with fury when she took a deep bite, "I want you to call me master from now on." 

That seemed to amuse the older woman, "is this a joke?" she huffed.

Sansa stared back, her eyes turning ice, "am I laughing?"

With a flick of her wrist, Sansa snapped her fingers and two soldiers barged inside the room. One of them uncorked a small blue vial while the other opened Cersei's mouth forcefully. The woman resisted at first, almost spitting the odorless liquid that poured into her mouth, but Sansa watched in dark enjoyment how her throat bobbed, gulping down all of the contents.

Good

"You're too old and saggy for my taste, but that should do the trick," Sansa said in a bored tone standing up. She snapped her fingers again and another soldier brought a small box with a lot of wires connected to the strange device. 

"I thought it would take me some time to get one of these, but for some mysterious reason Maester Qyburn kept one in his private chambers. I'm so glad that perverted man is no longer among us, I certainly wouldn't want him as my enemy." 

Cersei grunted helplessly when the soldiers began attaching the small patches of wires on her body, two over her nipples and one right above her freshly shaven pussy. She watched the blonde's eyelids fluttering, a clear sign that the drug she gave her before was working fast and Sansa demanded the soldiers to leave them alone at once. 

"I hope you're comfortable, I will certainly enjoy watching the show." 

Sansa took one last bite from the apple before tossing it away and began unfastening her black leather doublet. Cersei's eyes rolled back, struggling in her bonds for a time until she stopped, feeling her mind slow down.

"That's it, ease into it, the more you fight the worse it will be," Sansa approached the panting woman, "empty your mind." 

"Uggggh..mmmmh," Cersei's jaw dropped as a rush of pleasure shot through her body. Small shocks of electricity washed over her sensitive areas, a thin layer of sweat forming on her pale flushed skin. 

Cersei's sagging breasts turned firm, filling out into two massive breasts the size of melons. Her hips widened, defining sharply her hourglass figure, her cunt oozing every time a jolt of electricity ran through her, "mmmmmh!"

Her mind felt woozy and her eyes wouldn't focus. She felt a stronger discharge wash over her, causing her to shake in her bindings as she moaned.

"Silly bitch, you should see yourself." 

When Cersei's sight finally cleared, her eyes landed on Sansa's spot between her legs, and the redhead's massive shaft. Her big hand massaged the length slowly, relishing in the way the Lannister cried helpless, orgasm after orgasm.

"W-what is h-happeni-"

"Wrong!"

Another jolt reverberated through her body as the redhead's commanding voice corrected her, "I told you to address me as master. It's something very simple to remember for a silly whore like you."

"What is happening, master!"

"That's better," the Stark fell down on the fluffy armchair, "I'm re-educating you to be my cocksleeve, but tonight is only the first session. I'm loving watching you break slowly." 

The sensations were too much. Her engorged clit quivered, feeling how the patches began discharging wildly at her most sensitive places until Cersei screamed squirting all over the leathered stretcher. Her tongue fell out of her mouth, drool dripping from the corner of her lips.

Sansa approached the passed-out woman stroking her hard cock furiously until shots of hot semen spurted from her tip, landing over the blonde's large breasts and toned belly. Without wasting any time, she buttoned her clothes and exited the room with long strides.

"Wash the prisoner again and take her to my room, I'm not done with her yet." 

It was so fun to see the woman that tormented all those years ago melt into a dumb bimbo whore. Sansa found her cries and wails were music to her ears as she contemplated her greatest masterpiece succumb orgasm after orgasm. 

Sansa convinced Jon to pause Cersei's sentence for a period of time, while she entertained new ways to torture her new slave. An obedient screaming brainless fuck doll hungry for Sansa's massive cock. 

The first night Sansa freed Cersei from her binds, the blonde pounced forward falling on her knees and immediately smashing Sansa's shaft between her massive tits. Her lips pressed down on her throbbing cock head, bobbing and moaning wildly at how good it tasted. 

"Not bad, slave, but you can do better."

Sansa stood up off the bed and slammed her cock down Cersei's throat. Her lips slide forward the twelve inches until pressing the base of her dick, her shaft completely filling up the blonde's canal.

"Such a good bitch," Sansa praised retracting her length and shoving it again inside, "you make your master happy taking her cock like that." 

"I love my master's masssssive dick!" Cersei slurred, leaving a dripping layer of saliva when Sansa pulled away the blonde's head off her member. 

"Perfect! Then use those lovely titties and fat lips to make me come, or master will get mad at you." 

Sansa grabbed Cersei's hair and pulled her forward once again on her dick. Each inch Sansa buried in her throat was greeting with gurgled moans, slurping sounds, and drool dribbling down the Lannister's chin when Sansa's hips began to fuck her throat. 

"Look at you, a pathetic little slave," Sansa groaned when a visible bulge appeared in Cersei's throat every time her strong hips drove forward, "only good for taking Stark cock, what would your father think about you if he could see you now, huh?"

"You told me once a woman's strongest weapon is between her legs," Sansa's cock throbbed and pulsed, stretching the Lannister even more, "and you were right."

Sansa fucked Cersei's throat relentlessly, using her like a sex toy as the woman gurgled in pleasure around her member. She felt Sansa's heavy balls churn before a thick load of cum flooded her throat, and Cersei loved it. She eagerly swallowed all of it, spurt after spurt after so many days dreaming about tasting her master's cum. 

Sansa slid her cock out of her slave's slobbering mouth, leaving a trail of white cum down her plump breasts when her huge member bobbed, slapping her fleshy mounds. The Stark smirked, thinking about several dirty scenarios, one that included those heavy knockers titfucking her cock below her study desk while she attended to her duties as Queen in the North. 

The girl exhaled looking at the sand clock, "I hope you enjoyed your meal, my little slave, because you won't have another until tonight." Right on time, there was a knock on the door and Sansa beckoned the newcomers, ordering them to take her slave back to her quarters.

"You can have some fun," she whispered to one soldier before they took Cersei away, "as long as you don't hit her face and clean her after."