GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

It was not an easy battle, but he somehow managed without getting mortally injured. The only thing he knew was that the wounds would heal by the time he'd wake up. It was a magical boon that granted him the confidence to face his foes.

"If you came to impress the King and become the next queen, you can leave," Robert remarked from his chair before the mirror as he cleaned his flesh wounds. "I owe Wyman Manderly gratitude, but I'm not here to be courted by some girl."

Wylla and Wynafryd giggled all of a sudden and entered further into the chamber, approaching the King. Wylla, the green-haired one, stepped to Robert's right and took the wet cloth to wipe his wounds herself. At the same time, the brown-haired, older of the two, Wynafryd took the right side.

"What if we came to see if the King can impress us?" Said Wynafryd as she moved her slender hand across Robert's right arm to wipe the blood off.

Robert chuckled and let them aid him. He gave the two a glance, their faces full of youth and certainly beautiful. While Wylla had the untamed look with her twin braided green dyed hair, Wynafryd had a more ladylike demeanor with her brown, single braid swaying behind.

They have never met the real Robert before. He remembered and chose not to take the old, crass attitude with them. The two girls were at least helping him cover his wounds.

"You expect the king to entertain you?"

"No, we heard a lot of things about you, Your Grace," Wylla said, confidence lingering in her voice. Her blue eyes held a strange sparkle, being the younger of the two. "They say the King is a fat, lazy, whoremonger who does nothing but squander gold. But the rumors were wrong, you're not lazy, nor that fat, and you defeated Victarion—Did someone spread rumors about you?"

"Aye, I was like that once." Robert laughed at himself. "I had lost my way, and the cost to find it again was too grave."

Robert stood up finally and started to wrap some bandages around his shoulder and chest with the help of the two girls. They were noble daughters of House Manderly, so he didn't mistreat them, at least.

"Tell me, how old are you two?" He asked.

"I'm eighteen." Wylla proudly revealed, swatting one of her green braids behind her shoulder.

"I'm twenty," Wynafryd added.

Robert sighed and decided to give them some life advice. "Listen, you two, find yourselves a proper knight while you can. Because if you don't, your father will have you hitched to some wrinkled old codger like Walder Frey. That's how it always goes for noble daughters."

"We already found one," Wynafryd revealed, stopping her hands as Robert was done mending his wounds. But she remained standing to his right.

"And we've given our maidenhood to them," Wylla continued.

"And?" Robert asked, feeling there was more to the story.

Normally, a noblewoman's maidenhood was a prize reserved only for their husbands. There had to be consequences.

"They're dead. Father found out," Wylla said, not a hint of sorrow on her face. "He was so kind to me."

"Smallfolk?"

"Mine was the son of a blacksmith—very muscular," Wylla continued and shamelessly rubbed her hand over Robert's left bicep. She barely reached his shoulder. "But not as tall or strong as you."

Robert looked at Wynafryd then.

"Mine was a squire. Clearly not good enough for Father," Wynafryd answered, and did the same as Wylla, touching Robert's right arm.

They shouldn't be in a room with a man like this. Robert felt this was improper. Sure, he felt his loins heat up, and they were charming and cute, but he was no longer an uncontrolled beast.

"Return to your rooms. I shall be leaving for Winterfell in the morning, and I have other matters to—"

The two sisters took two steps away from him all of a sudden, causing him to look at them alternately. The mischievous, wide grin on their lips made him frown. Something was not right.

Woosh~

With that, Wylla and Wynafryd tugged the shoulders of their gowns and let them pool around their delicate little feet. Both of them stood there bare, at arm's reach. Wylla with her perky, small breasts, soft and slender body, and the gap between her thighs granting him a clean, hairless view of her tight cunt.

Wynafryd, meanwhile, held a few curves, supple breasts, fuller thighs, and a hint of pubes. Both sisters had the same skin, pale and pink—tight and youthful.

"No time for us?" Wynafryd asked sultrily.

Robert clenched both his fists, the corner of his eye twitching. "I won't make one of you my queen. Whatever your father, mother, or grandfather promised you, it's a lie. Now, get back to your chambers, both of you, before I lose my patience."

"Umm…" Wylla bravely closed in the gap and almost hugged Robert from his left side, embracing him with her arms around his lower chest. "Weren't we clear? We came to see if the King can impress US!"

Robert frowned, keeping his hands to himself. "Girls, are you forgetting in whose presence you stand? I can have you t—"

"It's our revenge!" Wynafryd spoke before Robert could finish, and hugged him from the right. "Father killed the ones we adored, and there's no other man willing to be with us anymore. Of course, that only leaves you—the King."

The girls were right in that sense. No other man but their husbands would touch them now. Nobody wanted to lose their lives.

"Is this why you journeyed from White Harbor?" Robert asked them. He took long breaths to keep himself calm. Their bodily heat was enticing on that cold night. They were inside the North already, and he could feel it all over.

"No, we just wanted to see the King." Wylla caressed her hand over Robert's chest. "We decided this afterward…"

Robert shook his head and looked down. The two girls were dangerously close to his groin with their hands. But what he saw was his leftover belly. He was still not the same as in his prime. "I know not what's on your mind, but sleeping with a giant man twice your age, with a paunch, hairy chest, is far from appetizing for young ladies like you."

"Far better than what we imagined," Wynafryd commented, abruptly lowering her lips on his right chest as she stepped slightly to his front. She looked up with her gray eyes, "And you're the King. That status alone makes you the most desirable."

"Aye!" Wylla chirped and copied her sister, reaching to Robert's front and kissing his chest, "I'd love to be shagged by the King at least once in my life. It'll be fun!"

With the two so close, and their charming faces so full of needy desire, he started to seriously consider it. He wasn't so injured that he couldn't perform. Nor did he have any prior plans for the night.

Slowly, his mighty arms surrounded the slender waists of the Manderly sisters. They were lithe enough that he could raise them both at the same time—soft, warm, and pure. Their youth affected his desire, and it had been a while since he left King's Landing and laid with a woman.

The heat between his legs grew hotter, and he finally made up his mind.

"Which one of you will go first?"

"Hehe, her!" Wynafryd pointed at her green-haired younger sister. All the while, she slid one palm down over his erection, feeling his size with a gasp. "Oh, I pity her."

"Hm." Robert chuckled and gripped Wynafryd harder instead. He chose to start with the older one. "But I choose you."

"Aaaah~"

Robert threw Wynafryd onto the bed and crawled on top, eyeing the giggling young woman, lustfully licking her lips. He pried open her wiggling knees and spread her bare legs wide. Her smooth thighs beautifully framed her drooling, glistening, pink petals.

She exhaled an expectant breath as his finger trailed up her smooth leg and reached her warm furnace. His callused, rough fingers widened her slick heavenly gates and entered her slowly, aided by her sweet nectar.

He leaned down, kissed her noble lips, and caressed her brown hair with his other hand. Her youthful moans enticed his mind even more as his large fingers widened their way in and out of her core. His kiss went lower and lower, tasting the skin of her smooth curving neck, licking her handful tits, trailing down to her belly with soft pecks and licks.

"Is this really what you want, little Manderly?" He asked, truly eclipsing her body with his large size.

"Oohhh… Yes… Your Graaaa–ce. Take me, use me as you wi–hhh-ll…" Wynafryd's tone swayed up and down, as did her heaving breasts, enticed by the pleasure from his fingers.

Robert widened her legs with his knees, and moved his loins closer. He propped up her knees around his waist with his hands as he leaned down even more. His slightly protruding belly pushed down her thighs to widen. His hands kept her legs folded up and wide and presented her tight cunt right into the path of his thick cock.

"Ahhh… Your Grace… So… So… Big…" she muttered incoherently.

"Hgh…" He pressed his cock between her pink petals and entered her. So tight, so barely explored. He felt it, his cock slowly tearing her clamped walls apart, feeling the struggle of her wet walls, throbbing around him.

He reckoned the man she had before definitely didn't have his size. His cock reached the deepest depths of her wondrous cave with much struggle.

He looked at her flushed face, eyes watery as her lips parted in silent moans. Her brows knitted as if confused by the mix of stinging pain and utter pleasure. It all seemed so erotic but pitifully precious, somehow igniting his thirst to see her scream in delight, losing herself entirely.

Wynafryd instinctively tried to wrap her legs around him but because of his size, she couldn't. Her legs had to stay open for him to enter. The helplessness whetted her lustful desires even more, a forbidden ecstasy in being roughly pushed into bliss. Her ass wiggled uncontrollably, colliding with Robert's gentle thrusts.

Her hands slid up his arms, subconsciously trying to pull him in even more. Her nails clawed his back, hungry for him to go faster, take her deeper, pull her in even harder.

But Robert kissed her instead, letting out his suppressed desire after the long and hard battle. As their tongues intertwined, his hips picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her as his girth teased her delicate lower lips.

"Ah, ah, ah! Oh yess! That's it… there! Oh, dear Maiden… Fuck!" Wynafryd felt it, at that moment, a place so hidden that only women knew. Her cherished sweet spot was teased by the bump and grooves of his flesh sword.

Robert's thrust grew faster, keeping a steady rhythm, teasing her sweet spot with his sheer size. Knees wide, he steadily rode her folded body, aiming to make her release first, wanting to feel that slippery, flooding squelch in her young pussy. The wonderful feeling in his own loins, struggling to break through.

"Hm?"

As he kept going, he felt a sudden and odd feeling from behind. Wylla was trailing her fingers on his back, going down and behind. She suddenly licked his ass, her tongue sliding up from below the crack for a brief moment.

"Seven hells! Since when did women start licking rumps?" Robert snapped, fleetingly losing that elusive, gut-knotting blissful feeling.

"I'm not the first?!" Wylla asked, stepping back in surprise.

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