GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

"What of him?" Ser Barristan looked at Lord Royce who had his dagger on Lord Bolton's neck. "We cannot yet place our trust in Lord Royce. For all we know, this could be some treachery—"

"Let's see what he's made of, then." Robert raised his right hand and shouted. "Lord Royce, if you're truly my ally, then do what any true man of honor would—bring me Lord Bolton's head!"

It was a simple trick. If Lord Royce killed Bolton with his own hands, it would make him complicit with Robert.

"Very well, Your Grace."

And just like that, Lord Roose Bolton's head fell.

The proud Lord of Dreadfort died so easily, leaving behind his house to suffer Robert's wrath. And he did hold a lot of it. For the first time, it wasn't just Robert's body that influenced the decision, but also Ned's soul inside that pressed on to punish the Boltons.

The first thing Robert did was strip the Boltons of all their titles, privileges, lands, and honors. Then, Robert denounced Boltons as criminals, and every male—trueborn or bastard—was to be killed with no mercy.

With Ned's familial nature and Robert's ruthless nature combined, he had no desire to spare any of the Boltons alive. He couldn't afford to since the real battle had yet to be fought against the Old Lion.

Just like that, the second battle of Moat Cailin came to an end with Robert's smooth victory. By now, his famed name as the Demon of the Trident had changed to the Demon King, which wasn't as exciting considering the Faith of the Seven. But that was what the fighting men called him behind his back.

He chose not to return to King's Landing after that, trying to raise a wall between him and his desire towards Catelyn. So he prepared to head back to King's Landing, all the while manning Moat Cailin and helping construct minor fortifications so the crucial road could be safeguarded from future attacks.

In a few days, Robert stepped inside the royal carriage with his temporary servant, Osha. Tommen had also returned from Bear Island, and the boy was now a changed person. Although still short and scrawny, he had a short sword by his waist and confidence in his eyes. The boy chose to ride on a horse with Ser Barristan.

Robert received some letters from Catelyn before he left, most of them bidding him farewell, good luck, gratitude, and a request to take care of Sansa in King's Landing.

He held himself back from writing back and ordered his army to start marching South. It was a constant tug of war, and he no longer wanted the Ned side to win entirely. He wanted to create some distance between himself and House Stark.

That was for the good of all.

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King's Landing,

"The King's on his way back, Sansa. This may be your last chance. If you allow this to drag on, Margaery will surely win. You must act quickly and secure Father's favor," Myrcella sternly advised her red-haired, tall, and beautiful friend. "Even Lynesse helped us learn how to please a man. Just remember how we teased Septa Unella and everything will be fine."

Sansa gave nervous nods and let her best friend comb her long hair behind her. "But how are we to get him drunk first? You said you had a plan."

Myrcella smirked, pursing her thin lips tight. "Oh, I do have a plan, Sansa. Just wait and watch. But remember, we have to be faster than Margaery."

Just like that, the two girls began to finalize their plans to woo Robert into bedding Sansa. Unaware of the hidden reasons, unbothered by the political scenarios, the two girls cluelessly desired to bed the same man.

Indeed, the same man.

Myrcella never revealed the secret to her best friend, but ever since that time Robert caught them, and how his burning gaze lingered on her, she felt excited to receive that again.

She wanted the King's carnal attention.

And knowing there was no shared blood between them to stop her, she felt bolstered.

After all, she knew her beauty wasn't lacking.

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"Ummmh… You like that? Ha? Mmmm…"

Shameful, but acceptable. Robert sat in his royal carriage with his breeches down to his ankles, knees spread and a feminine face wildly bobbing all over his rigid length. He didn't ask Osha to do it, but she willingly initiated it.

It being a mere transaction, Robert let it happen since it always cleared his mind. He allowed Osha's tight, strong lips to suckle his veiny length. He was still surprised at how wild the Wildling woman was. Where most women feared taking him into their mouth, she threw her throat on him with no regard for herself.

And one tight throat she had. The gulps, the gags, and the choking squelches were all audible to him. Reclined back, he stared at his slippery, spit-smeared cock vanishing almost to the base in her throat, something no other woman had been able to do yet.

"Ghk, ghk… Unghhh… You've got the fattest cock I've ever seen in my life."

"Don't kill yourself on it," Robert humorously responded and stroked her brown hair, starting to guide her for his own need as he felt close to bursting. It'd been almost an hour since she began her duties. "Fine mouth you got…"

"Mmm… heard be-fore." Osha disregarded the horrid state of her face, the mix of her spit, Robert's precum, and other musky and sticky froth coated her hair, face, lips, and also her neck. Sloppy, messy was an understatement, it was a bubbly mess all over her stroking hands.

Robert watched her lips stretch wider than she could naturally, filling her mouth to the brim as if full of edibles. Her eyes were closed, her complete surrender and focus was only on the King's cock.

The entire carriage smelled of Robert's member and her spit combined. He had no plans of going all the way, so he relaxed further back and guided her face harder and faster.

"Mmmmm…"

Her constant mumbling voice was arousing. Her tongue that played over his cockhead had a purpose. She had stopped sucking him and only maintained a locked grip of her lips over the rim of his cock where the sensitivity was at its peak. The rest of his length was endlessly, frantically stroked by her slender, but strong fingers.

"Don't…" Robert felt on edge. "Don't let it sully my clothes… I have to pass judgment on Vale… Uh…"

Robert felt completely possessed at that point. The warmth of her mouth was too good. Her heated breath striking his loins was also erotic. His head fell back against the cushioned headrest and he let go of Osha's hair.

Osha finished her duty herself, intensely stroking his cock with the help of her slimy, smeared spit, sliding her fingers all over as if trying to squeeze out his gift. Her lips suckled harshly, too intensely, but it didn't hurt the King.

"Gh…" Robert grunted and felt an intense itch. It felt like boiling lava building up inside the veins of his shaft. His thighs squirmed on their own, convulsing into that erotic release.

Like a river dam was suddenly removed, he groaned at the first, incredible explosion of his royal batter. He groaned and rocked his hips up, shoving his cock slightly deeper into her throat. Right there, he released his first spray.

"Agh…" Osha coughed.

Robert quickly held onto her head to stop her from ruining his tunic. He shattered again and again, spilling whatever he had stored in his balls. Once, twice, more than a dozen times he sprayed his cream inside her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up in response, and Robert felt how drenched he was, plunged inside.

Her nostrils flared up constantly, holding her back from coughing.

"Ugh… almost…" Robert was still not done and flexed himself inside her mouth.

That was too much for Osha to hold and she gagged. Her already ruined face turned into an insane mess as Robert's seeds spilled out of her nose, choking her with the stickiness and tickling the deepest parts of her throat.

"Aaaah…" She gasped for breath as soon as Robert released her head. She fell back in defeat and gulped it all quickly, but the stickiness was too much. She coughed and wiped her face with her sleeves, her nose still blocked by the mess.

Robert, seeing her state, quickly uncorked a water pouch and handed it to her. Although he knew Osha didn't mind what he just did, he still felt somewhat apologetic. He wasn't this sort of man before.

"Drink…"

Osha gulped a mouthful of water and cleaned her throat. Slowly, her breath returned to normal and she began to clean her face and fix her messy hair. Not once did she complain about the harshness.

"You'll need to watch yourself in King's Landing," Robert advised her, sticking to the deal they had made. He planned on giving her some money and letting her forge her own life. "Tall, fierce, and quick to anger—you'll draw more trouble than favor in that nest of vipers."

"Heh," Osha chuckled, low and sharp, settling herself beside Robert once more. "What's this now? The great kneeler King fancies this mouth of mine? I can find my way, kneeler King."

"You have seen nothing in the North. King's Landing breaks the best of men, and you? You're a woman who's never stepped foot past the Wall, I'd wager. The opulence will swallow you whole. One moment, you'll think you've got it all, and the next, it'll all come crashing down around you." Robert continued to advise her since there was nothing else to do. "So tell me—what are you good at? What'll keep you standing when the gold's gone?"

"Other than sucking your cock?"

Robert laughed a little. "Aye, beyond that."

"I can cut a man nice, or an animal. Don't see myself sewing like your flowery wives."

"A butcher, eh? A tall, pretty butcher in King's Landing? Aye, I see it now—your shop bustling, carving out a tidy trade. Very well, I'll see you set up with a shop and coin to start. Where you go from there, that's your road to walk." Robert graciously offered her.

Osha stared at Robert's face in silence. "What do you want?"

"Nothing."

"There is no such thing as a free favor. What do you want? You want me to keep on sucking your cock?" Osha rubbed her hand over Robert's loins suddenly. "Or do you want my cunt?"

"No." Robert pushed her hand away. "I want none of it. When we reach King's Landing, we will go our separate ways."

"Until then?" Osha smirked, once again trying to rub his cock. "Say it, kneeler King. What do you want? Stick it up my ass? That? We have days and nights left on the road."

Robert breathed deeply, keeping himself in control. He pushed her hand away once again.

"Later, I have Vale to subdue first."

"Oh? So you do want to stick it in my rump?"

Robert looked away, the discussion having gone too unhinged for his liking.

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