GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

Feeling more embarrassed by Robert's drunken words, Myrcella and Sansa tried to get him to drink more to calm him down. Eventually, the pitcher was empty and Robert was slurring his words.

Moments later, they all retired to their bedchamber. Robert went in first and lazily changed into loose breeches and a tunic that he barely was able to tie at the front. Then, he just fell into his bed in the middle and dozed off.

Myrcella and Sansa entered after that and changed into their white nightgowns. Nervousness mounted on their faces, but they had already committed to the plan. All they had to do was finish it now.

"Let's wait a little," Myrcella advised and went over to rest beside Robert on his left. Though she removed the pillow partition this time.

Sansa did the same on the right.

They then waited for Robert to stop murmuring nonsensical words. It was hard to know what he was saying but there was a certain fondness in his voice. A smile was constantly plastered on his lips.

Still, Sansa and Myrcella waited. They rested flat on the sides and stared at the ceiling for more than an hour.

Eventually, as the middle of the night approached, Sansa and Myrcella sat up and looked at the man in the middle, the King of the Seven Kingdoms. His breath was audible, his gargantuan frame caving the bedding with such weight that the two girls felt pulled into him.

"W-What now?" Sansa whispered to her friend, her face pale with fright and second thoughts. The moment of truth had finally arrived.

Myrcella also gulped as her eyes traced Robert's body from his face to his mighty chest, his much-tamed belly, and his loins that showed intense signs of erection. How could he not after what she'd given him.

"Sansa, d-do as we planned. This is our moment. We won't get another." Myrcella hesitantly shifted on her knees, nearing Robert's waist. "Don't worry about anything. T-The wine he drank was stronger than usual and the aphrodisiac was enough to put a horse in heat… he's just a man… a very big… and powerful man."

With that, Myrcella carefully began untying Robert's breeches.

"What are you doing?"

Myrcella irritably looked up at her red-haired friend. "Sansa, get it together. How are you going to take him in with the breeches on? Quick, you untie his tunic."

Myrcella breathed cautiously as she leaned closer to Robert's groin area. Her slender fingers moved methodically, removing the breeches down his thighs. She was worried he might wake up too soon, but somehow, she couldn't help herself. She never thought this thrilling situation would make her aroused, even more than when she was "playing around" with Sansa.

She bit her bottom lip as she saw the magnificent creature under his smallcloth. While one set of her digits was still pushing down his breeches and smallcloth towards his knees, the other was already caressing Robert's long, girthy, erect shaft, twitching in need. Her pink loins felt hot as it started to salivate.

Myrcella held his thick hardness in her delicate hand and barely managed to circle her fingers over his girth. She gently stroked it while her face lowered down on its own, attracted by the oozing warmth of his musky, masculine scent. The feel of his hot, veiny staff in her palm stirred her up even more, wanting to taste the virility inside herself.

Myrcella leaned down and took a long whiff of his thick manhood and her eyes almost dilated, as if in great pleasure. Her raised ass swayed like a cat in heat.

Eventually, Myrcella was able to push down the breeches entirely without waking him, leaving his lower body entirely bare. Robert's one-eyed basilisk sprang free, eagerly standing with its throbbing veins and proud size. It slapped Myrcella square in the face. She almost moaned when she felt that warm, soft flesh rod touch her lips. Oh, how she worshiped the mere sight of it, its girth plenty enough to hide her nose and pouting lips at the same time, its length taller than her face.

Without a second thought, Myrcella gripped Robert's cock with both hands. She slowly pulled down his foreskin, letting the purple mushroom head bloom above. Her face came even closer this time and took another strong whiff.

"Ummm…" she hummed and then opened her mouth as wide as she could, to suckle the cockhead.

It felt so bulbous and big that the mere cockhead threatened to rip the edges of her fine lips, filling her mouth to the brim. Her tongue struggled to dance around, its tip rimming the edge of his crown, and wiggling on his tiny slit.

"Uh…" Myrcella pulled back with a suckle, letting a massive blob of spit drip on his swollen head. Her delicate thin fingers moved urgently to coat her spit all over his cock, tracing every bump and groove with gentle strokes.

"Ghh.." Robert reacted with a grunt, a grimace forming on his face while his cock twitched and flexed.

Sansa and Myrcella quickly paused, acting like statues with their breaths intentionally slowed. Sweat rolled down their temples as they focused on Robert's face, praying to all the gods for him not to wake up at this moment.

After a few moments, certain that Robert hadn't woken up, the girls continued their slow and deliberate, sinful mischief.

Sansa had finished untying Robert's front-laced tunic. It opened up like a coat, splayed, revealing his muscular, hairy chest. She was a bit shocked by his large bear-like build, all those clothes made her think he was still overweight. Her naive mind thought he was now nearly rivaling the so-called Mountain.

"M-Myrcella! What are you doing?" Sansa whispered frantically when she turned to her friend.

"Helping you. I miscalculated, Sansa. He's far bigger than what we… you trained for. It's going to hurt, but I'll prepare him for you. Quick, discard your robes and help me here," Myrcella whispered back, her hands still stroking the royal cock.

Sansa, believing her friend's advice, did as instructed without much thought. Too scared to think for herself, she silently followed Myrcella's lead.

Sansa removed her white sleeping gown easily; Her slender, pale body was minute compared to Robert's massive form. Her sylphlike waist was almost the same size as Robert's muscular thigh. She nimbly moved towards Myrcella on her knees, without alerting Robert. Her perky breast jutted out beautifully when she felt his heat under her, already aroused by the thought of their unholy behavior; even if they were nothing compared to Myrcella's inherited lushness.

Both girls knelt on each side of Robert's hips, leaning down towards his monster of a cock. Both girls exchanged looks silently while eyeing his straining need.

"Here, lick all of him." Myrcella pulled Robert's foreskin down again and guided the straining shaft towards Sansa's mouth. "Quick, Sansa. There is no room for shame and shyness."

Sansa hesitantly lowered her head even more, struggling to widen her mouth to take in his cockhead. It was too damn fat, much fatter, and longer than the tool she had trained on. She felt as if her jaw was going to dislodge, the heat in her mouth felt scorching, and the mixture of Myrcella's spit and Robert's precum was salty on her tongue. She took breaths through her nose, intentionally relaxing her throat.

She couldn't help but look towards Myrcella, wanting to plead with her gaze. But then she noticed what her friend was doing, and felt bolstered, losing all her shame.

Myrcella was licking Robert's royal family jewels, and they are also large. Her palms cupped one each as she ignored the traces of his pubic hair. Her nose profusely took deep breaths, even more than Sansa's. No, Myrcella was relishing the scent of the giant of a man.

"Ugh…" Robert grunted in his sleep, his cock twitching in Sansa's tight mouth.

"Sansa, are you ready?" Myrcella begrudgingly stopped herself from further perversion and stepped away from Robert's large frame.

"Um-hum," Sansa replied while she licked up and down Robert's hefty flesh sword, bobbing her head up and down. Her nimble fingers stroked and squeezed, lathering her spit all over his hard male heat.

Myrcella got out of bed and went around, moving behind Sansa's still kneeling, crouched body, standing on the floor behind her. Myrcella caressed her hand over Sansa's velvety back, her other hand sliding over the smooth, pale ass and down the twitching slit, feeling how wet her dear friend was.

"Just remember the practice, Sansa," she whispered coyly.

"Where are you going?" Sansa whispered back in panic. "Do—"

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