GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

After having accepted his fate and the body, it didn't take much to decide this time. He agreed right away and pulled out his middle finger from her wet walls. "What are you waiting for then? Hop on!"

With eager movements, Arianne quickly shifted and straddled Robert's naked thighs. She kept herself raised on her knees for a while since Robert's body was simply too large for her shorter frame. His hips and belly forced her to spread her legs more.

But eventually, she slid forward and coated the length of his royal cock with her juices. She felt like going insane in expectation, so she wasted no time and just aligned it with one hand and slammed herself down.

"Aaaaargh! Yes!" Arianne moaned so loud that it knocked out any trace of sleep in Robert. Her brown pussy lips so tightly clenched his cock that it made him go crazy. She wasn't as tight as Lynesse, but the way she shoved most of his cock was shocking. "That's… the biggest I've taken oh! Yet!"

Robert smirked and thrust up into her core to drive the last few inches left. It made Arianne's jaw drop, and her back arch backward. As it made her large breasts rise forward, Robert gripped one and fondled to his heart's desire. Her swells were enormous and soft like a cloud. That large nipple was a joy to pinch.

"Seven hells, Princess! You're better than the best of whores I've fucked." Robert crassly praised her or rather humiliated her. "You took it all!"

Arianne was in too much pleasure to be bothered by his words. Her body, on its own, rose and fell on Robert's cock. She thoroughly relished in the fucking as she used one arm to lean back a little, supporting herself on his knee. Her other hand played with her hair, her breasts jiggled in abandon.

"That's right! That's what whores do." Robert continued to degrade her and mold her breasts into whatever shape his palm desired. His other hand felt her amazing soft thighs, squeezing her. He had no desire or feeling toward Arianne. This was a plain and simple sexual exchange. He felt no need to hold back. "Come down here."

He gripped both her fantastic tits and pulled her down by them. That made the cloud-like globes squeeze against his chest, and her lips fell onto his lips. He had to raise his head a little, however, her height being a hindrance.

But that didn't stop him from gripping her asscheeks and ramming himself deep to the hilt with each thrust. He used his Baratheon strength to the fullest, to slay her whorish cunt. He squeezed her asscheeks so tight that she had to feel the burn.

The claps rang louder than any Robert had heard before. He fucked her in true, wild abandon, with no care of who she was or her status. Just a whore there for his pleasure. It was great that she was a looker and had a body to crave for. That plump ass made him greedy to drill so much that she'd never desire another cock in her life.

"Ummm! Fuck, you brute!" Arianne moaned and groaned at the same time, hard to know what was what. Her body jolted over his chest and lap like a toy for his pleasure. He lifted her, moved her, and slammed his hips up in her divine slit carelessly.

But she didn't mind it. She drowned her tongue into Robert's mouth and ate out his molten spit. She lost all shame to herself and licked all over the King's face before driving back to play with his burning hot tongue.

Their breaths mingled together in that heated exchange. Their spit, their fluids everywhere melted into each other. Her olive flesh contrasted against his pale one, but their sweat glued their skin together—Dornish heat was one heck of a thing.

"That's enough." Robert blurted all of a sudden and tried to sit up while keeping her clamped on his cock.

"WHAT?" Arianne exclaimed, not truly done with her need. A single climax was far from over.

But Robert had something else in mind. No, this wasn't over, but a mere change of authority. "You're a good whore, but not the best whore. I'll teach you how Robert Baratheon fucks his whores."

"Aaaah! You-oh!"

Before Arianne could react, Robert lifted each of her legs one by one while keeping her on his lap. She was a buxom woman with a lot of desirable flesh, so it was hard for her to bend like that. But, he didn't care and made her land the underside of both her knees onto his shoulder, all the while she remained tightly stuck on his cock.

Then, Robert pulled her upper body closer to his chest, molding her breasts into her own thighs. He gripped her harder against himself and began lifting her body and slamming it down with the sheer strength of his arms.

Plop!

Plop!

Each plunge down onto Robert's cock made her ass slap against his thighs. The clappings that ensued were so loud that they feared someone might break in through that door. But nothing of sorts happened, and Robert fucked her in that dangerously bent position.

"Ummmm…" Arianne was a Princess. No man ever dared to humiliate her, degrade her, and fuck her like a whore. But Robert was a man far higher than her in status. He had the might, the cock, and the control. "Ooooh! Gods, you're… ruining me! Robert, slow down!"

"Shhh…" Robert looked at her face and smiled. "I'm the one in control now."

"Ah! Mmmhm… Oh, oh!" Arianne hugged his neck tight and let him fuck her wildly. It truly felt reckless as his cock hit so close to her womb. She felt her insides burning like no tomorrow, and before she knew it, she throbbed all around his invading length.

"You… You're amazing… You damn beast!" Arianne cried and cursed.

She loved the fucking but scorned it at the same time. She relished his cock but felt scared at the same time. But those burning convulsions made her lose it. The sensations arose from her core and spread everywhere before she finally squirted out like a fountain of youth.

"Um! S-Slow down… fucking slow down!"

"Fuck harder, you said? As expected from the famed Dornish whore." Robert degraded her still and lifted her high to the tip and slammed her down with aided force. He felt it on the tip of his cock—he had gone deeper than ever before. He didn't know the aftermath for the Dornish princess, but her cunt was going to need some long-lasting rest, he was sure.

"Ooooooh… fuck, fuck!" She squirted and leaked through the gaps made from the continuous fucking. Everything felt wet under her ass at that point, and sore. She felt her eyes going hazy and tiredness seeping in. This was a fucking she wasn't expecting. "I-ugh… I only bed handsome men!... Ah, you only… because the King! Ungh! Gods, fuck! M-Marry me, Robert!"

"Very well, I shall marry you!"

Robert stopped holding Arianne from her back and let her fall back like a ragdoll. But as her back landed on the wet bedding, Robert leaned forward, her legs still on his shoulders. He pressed down on her like a mating ritual and continued to fuck her sore pussy.

"You better prepare yourself, whore! I'll do this every night, every morning—bed, the table, or perhaps on my throne." Robert quickly took one of her tits in his mouth and suckled. It was a sin to not taste them once, at least.

"Umh! Umh! Umh!" Robert's heavy thrusts down into her body made her gasp each time. The bed seemed to be at its limits too as it creaked insanely. She felt insane too, her mind empty with heat, lust, and that utter fullness inside her core. "Yes, yes! Day and night! Do me, do me all you want, just marry me and do me everywhere!"

"Fine! Fine… I will." Robert panted like a dying horse. Her cunt had swollen up inside out and squeezed him tight. His balls had already started to itch inside, and the convulsions peaked. He felt the oozing cream rising like a pent-up volcano.

"Gaaaah!"

Robert pulled out just before he was about to shoot and stroked his cock between her legs which still hung on his broad shoulders. He stroked himself profusely, jetting out strings of white paint all over her heaving belly, her breasts, and a few drops on her lovely face. Once, twice, soon a puddle of creamy mess formed on her.

This was the King's gift to the whore of Dorne.

Argh… Robert finally felt his sanity return. He stopped everything and let his body fall back, head on the pillow. So this is how… Why didn't Cersei prefer this over anything else?

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