Debauched Westeros

After Winterfell had journeyed through the North to catch a few of the lesser house's sexy women: Dacey Mormont of Bear Island, Wylla Manderly of White Harbor, and Meera Reed of the Neck as the King's Concubines, a lesser title than the King's Slut, but still a position of high honor. The subsequent trip through the Riverlands had been unpleasant to the extreme as the rains had bogged down the wheelhouses and horses, making it difficult for the noble entourages to continue. The highborns had each retreated into their wheelhouses, even Lord Eddard after pleading from his lady wife, now the Second Slut of the Seven Kingdoms, in between moans as the King fucked her dripping cunt hard. Jaime had been unleashed on another wheelhouse full of the King's Concubines. Joseph swore he could hear Meera scream in pleasure as Jaime fucked her ass.

The Queen Mother's belly was growing by the day, testament to her pregnancy by her own son. Joseph had ensured that no other man had spilled their cum in her cunt for the past year, leaving no doubt as to the paternity of the little babe in her belly. His mother was even more beautiful than ever, still choosing the slutty dresses that showed off her cleavage. Pregnancy only made his mother all the more sensual.

They had finally arrived at the Eyrie after dark, ascending from the Gates of the Moon to dry clothes, comfortable beds, and the prettiest children the Vale had to offer warming them.

In the morning the King stood before the weirwood throne of the Arryns. Jon Arryn framed the throne with the grace of his ancestors. Joseph noticed the bulge in Jon Arryn's pants and suppressed the urge to kneel on the throne and suck Lord Arryn's cock as he had done so many times in his formative years. Almost as if dormant, a memory returned to the King of a time when he was little, and a hand slid under his breeches, stroking his pre-grown cocklet. Jon Arryn had smiled, winked, and held a finger over his lips. Little Joseph had kept it a secret. He had liked it.

"It warms my heart to see you occupying the Eyrie, Lord Arryn," the King said with a smile.

The Lord Paramount of the Vale returned his smile. "I hope you've been fucking to your heart's content, Your Grace."

"Alas, that may be beyond my power as of yet," Joseph said with more than a hint of mischief. As he did, he drew the two redheaded girls toward him, and they clung to his chest. Men have their appeal, the King thought, but women provide comfort for a man that is a quality singularly of their own. Sansa planted a kiss on his neck, and the King shivered as warmth shot through his body. Sansa giggled quietly. The little redhead Stark had brought a peasant girl to unconsciousness with the sheer amount of pleasure flowing through her little cunt that morning. Sansa's tongue had proven useful and would no doubt continue to be.

"I require a King's Slut from House Arryn, my lord. Who shall it be?"

When the King and the former Hand of the King had discussed the Slut Edict, they had already hashed out the details of House Arryn's lack of women. Joseph's proclaimed question was a mere formality.

Lord Jon stiffened and used his imperious tone. "Due to the lack of female members in it, House Arryn delegates this great honor to one of its most loyal vassals, House Royce of the Gates of the Moon."

Lord Nestor Royce stepped forward from the crowd of nobles with a petite yet full young woman beside him. She had a mane of brown, curly hair; hazel brown eyes; and some of the biggest tits Joseph had ever seen spilling out from the top of an icy blue dress. The girl stood with a confident, yet submissive stance that made Joseph want to ravage her on the spot.

"Myranda of House Royce will become the King's Slut."

I have Sansa as the Face, Catelyn as the Hips, and Myranda will be the Tits. I just need a few more sluts to complete the Body. The thought had served as a half-prophecy, half-joke in Joseph Baratheon's mind as he had started his Progress.

The girl sidled forward, looking toward her feet. She's not nervous; she's presenting herself as submissive, Joseph realized. The King softly held her cheeks with both hands, and he softly kissed her full lips. The girl kissed back gently. They made out for several seconds until Joseph pulled away. Eyes half-lidded with pleasure, Myranda almost fell over, stopped only by the King's arms. He laid another kiss on her forehead before placing her pale hand in Sansa's.

Chatter ensued in the crowd of nobles.

"I love your hair," Sansa spoke genuinely sweetly, tentatively lifting one of the long curls. "I always love brunettes."

"Thank you," Myranda chattered back. "You would look well with brown hair."

Sansa smiled a gorgeous smile on her beautiful face as she laid a small hand over Myranda's cunt. "I may have to try it in the future."

The King smiled wide as his younger Sluts talked merrily, and Lady Catelyn resumed her place at his side. He now turned his attention to the six-year-old boy in Lysa Arryn's arms, sucking on her tits.

"It is time for my second purpose here."

Jon nodded and motioned to his wife. Lysa set her son down and turned him to face the King. He looks healthy. The boy boasted the short, yellow hair of Jon Arryn's youth.

"Hello, Robert."

"Hello, Your Grace."

"It's your job to suck my cock, Robert. Are you up to the task?"

"Yes, Your Grace. I've practiced on my cousin Harry, Ser Lyn, and my father."

"Good lad. Listen to me, young boys. Suck as many cocks as you can, as young as you can. You'll do marvelously," the King responded with warm confidence.

He opened his pants, and his cock popped out, stiff as a board and throbbing with anticipation.

The Arryn boy swallowed. He's salivating, the King thought with satisfaction.

He opened his tight, little lips to allow the King's meat into his mouth. He barely can suck two inches. Catelyn laid a comforting, motherly hand across the back of the little boy's head, gently coaxing more of the King's cock into the Heir of the Vale's mouth.

"You're doing so well," she whispered soothingly. "Keep on going."

Pleasure pulsed through the King's cock, intoxicating him to the point that he was ready to be rougher with the little lordling, but Catelyn was already pushing him up and down at a steady pace that stimulated his erect, weeping cock. I love Catelyn.

The King's meat stuffed the boy's mouth, and tears began to fall down his beautiful cheeks. A half-moan, half-sob escaped his sucking mouth, and the pleasure was too much even for the King. The young boy gulped as rope after rope of cum filled his mouth.

"Swallow it all, go on. What a good cocksucker!" Catelyn soothed. The boy whimpered, still swallowing all the royal cum.

"Did you like all that cock milk, little Robert?" the King queried.

The boy nodded. "I liked it more than any milk I've ever had!"

"You did very, very well. You'll be a fine cocksucker. In fact, I'm naming you Whore of the Vale."

The boy's mouth fell open in shock, and the crowd of nobles cheered. Some of them had begun groping and sucking others due to the erotic display before them. Joseph spotted a little girl in the crowd. A girl that happened to be his father's bastard daughter. She had stripped naked and was smiling sexily at the King. Joseph walked to her and kissed his half-sister.

The Vale is mine. On to Highgarden.