Debauched Westeros

"I think you spend more time with the Naathi whore than your wife, Lord Stark," the King remarked with a jovial smile as he walked into the chamber.

"I've fucked her plenty," Eddard Stark replied between grunts in a deep Northern accent. He had a hand clapped over the little girl's mouth, but Joseph still heard the struggling moans as Ned Stark's cock pounded Missandei's little cunt. "Cat's still kept the body even in her older years. You're welcome to have it as many times as you like."

Ned grunted and thrust deep into Missandei's pussy, muscles twitching. Joseph could only imagine how much cum was spurting deep into the Naathi's womb.

Missandei stood, tears coursing down her cheeks, and started to move toward the door. Joseph blocked her.

"Thank Lord Stark for his load, little girl."

Missandei was silent, sniffling as more tears threatened her eyes. Joseph hit her hard, but not enough to cause damage. The sting of his slap sent her staggering back.

"Thank you!" she cried out and hurried from the room.

"Some girls take a little longer," the King mused.

Renly Baratheon, Jon Arryn, and Mace Tyrell walked into the room in quick succession.

"Well, my lords, thank you for coming," said the King. "Reports from the coast indicate that Ironborn activity is increasing dramatically, so we had best get to work."

"Where, may I ask, is Lord Tywin?" asked Ned.

"I have sent him his instructions, along with my sister. I'm sure he is occupied with both."

Chuckles were heard around the table as the lords seated themselves.

"Before we begin, however, I would like to address any problem that may arise from the echoes of the Rebellion. To that end I have asked Lady Arianne to join us with a special guest."

The door to the council chamber opened, and Daenerys Targaryen walked through the doors, head down in a sign of submission. The little dragon was clad in a sheer white dress pinned at her shoulder, that was practically transparent. Arianne followed in her nameday clothes, her favorite outfit.

"Lord Stark, Lord Arryn, please stand," commanded the King as he walked toward the last Targaryen. "I would like a permanent sign of fealty to the new order from both those who participated in the Rebellion and the loyalists." He tore the dress off Daenerys in one motion, laying her sexy, petite body bare. "What better way than for you both to fuck the little dragon here." He smiled at Daenerys, who smiled back.

Lord Stark needed no encouragement, moving behind Daenerys and bending her over. His cock was in her cunt in a flash, and he was pumping. Daenery's moans were suddenly cut off as Lord Arryn's cock thrust into her mouth. Joseph made his way around the table to Renly, who seemed strangely fascinated with the spitroast in front of him.

"You sure there isn't a little bit of straight in there?" the King whispered playfully as he stroked his uncle's naked cock. It began to grow in his hand. "They're going to dump so much cum into that girl. Surely at least that has to turn you on." Renly's cock grew stiff.

"Not as much cum as I've fed you," he whispered back as the two lords' moans filled the room. Every day, breakfast, lunch, or dinner, I would find a way to cum in your food or drink. I started when you were three. Watching you gulp down my cum is one of my favorite memories."

"No wonder I turned out so well," said the King with a smile.