Splash!
Splash!
Robert had never tried it before. But now, experiencing it, his belief was reaffirmed. He was no longer a human. This strength, this body, it couldn't be anything normal.
He swam like a shark, his arms parting the water and pulling him forward while his mighty legs paddled. He was faster than fish, passing by ships before anyone could even see him swimming. But one drawback he had was his stamina.
Although his body, his strength had grown inhuman, his stamina remained mostly the same. And he also grew hungry fast after exerting himself too much. Still, even without all his new powers, he'd always been far stronger than most other knights. His stamina was already at the upper limit of humans.
"Hah!"
Grunting loud breaths, he swam all the way to Aegon's High Hill, the cliff-like mountain on which the Red Keep sat. There were sharp rocks all around, followed by steep stone walls, beyond which stood the tall, protected walls of the Red Keep.
With his bare claws, he pulled himself out of the turbulent waters, ignoring the waves splashing over his back. He hit the rocks hard, but none bruised him. One arm at a time, he pulled himself up on the steep cliff and finally stood in front of the tall walls of the Red Keep.
The side facing the sea was more protected. There were no windows or doors on the ground level. So, Robert looked up at the height and noticed the large balcony of a room. He couldn't remember whose room it was, nor did he care. He wanted to covertly enter the Red Keep.
"Ugh…"
Once again, through the sheer strength of his fingers, he clawed up the high wall. He was as inhuman as one could be. A walking, talking, often fucking—creature of pure brute strength.
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It was obsession that border-lined lunacy. Myrcella Waters had gone from a princess to a bastard to the King's lover. Well, that last bit was one-sided. But she liked to believe it was temporary.
She never desired or hoped to fall head over heels for Robert Baratheon, the man she used to believe was related by blood. But once all those doubts were cleared, and when that night he saw her and Sansa—She felt a fire ignite in her heart. The way his gaze lingered on her chest, her legs, she wanted to give it all to him. And she did… albeit using the wrong methods.
She ate well, she walked a lot, and she tried to keep herself beautiful and fit for him. But as days went by, she cried at the thought that Robert might be dead. She was not a religious woman, but she prayed that the realm was wrong.
She begged and vowed to the Seven that if Robert returned, she'd devote her life to him. Give her body, mind, will, life, everything to him.
"Aaaah… Ummm… No-oh… Nothing feels as good… as him… Mmmmm~"
Myrcella's crying moans filled the bedchamber, locked from the inside. It was just her, on the bed, bare to the skin, head against the pillow, legs spread wide. Her hand pressed between right on her flushed, rosy petals, still tight as ever, revealing only a beautiful, slick line of her entrance. But currently, it was stretched open with a wooden, polished tool she once used to teach Sansa.
"Aaahmmm… Please… come back, Your Grace—H-Have me… have me please."
Her face flushed red, her beautiful, golden locks sprawled around her head in a mess. The bedding under her hips was already drenched. It was questionable how long she'd been at it.
"Aaahhnn… Your Grace, please… Come back… come fuck me—have me like you had Sansa," she whimpered, voice cracking into a sob, tongue licking her glossy lips as her head rolled back in delirium.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and in the dark behind her lids, she saw him, broad-chested and shirtless, muscles carved like stone, his face painted with sweat and lust. Gods, she wanted the weight of him pinning her down so badly, his strong thighs parting hers. She missed his cock stretching her for the first time, making her cry and come all at once.
"I wish… I were a maiden again," she slurred in a daze, "just so you could ruin me all over… tear me open again…"
Her hips bucked sharply, a reckless thrust from sheer muscle memory, and the polished toy slid in deeper, her soaked folds parting with obscene ease to welcome it. She shoved it in hard, her hand curling tight around the base as she twisted and pushed, forcing the smooth girth to stretch her pussy wide, to kiss the back of her slick little hole.
Then she dragged it back slowly, agonizingly slow, her fingers trembling as she watched the soaked wood glisten with her juices, her swollen lower lips clinging to it, refusing to let go. Greedy, weeping, and twitching around the loss.
"Your cock… Gods, your cock was thicker than this, My King… hotter—I still smell you when I come…"
She gasped and shoved it back in again, harder this time. Her cunt squelched as it swallowed the length, folds sucking and pulsing as if begging it to stay. Every push made her cry out, and every pull left her gasping, her hole fluttering around nothing before she filled it all over again.
"Aaaah! Mmmphf… yes—stretch me! Stretch me like you did that slutty Sansa!" she moaned loudly, eyes wide, unfocused, her mind spinning wildly. "I want it too—I want to be helpless under you, want you to grab me and fuck me like I'm yours, like I'm nothing but your little spunk-stuffed thing!"
Her free hand flew to her breasts, groping one tight, flushed mound, pinching her nipple until it ached. She whimpered, rocking her hips harder, driving the toy in like a madwoman possessed. Her legs trembled, thighs glistening with her wet arousal.
"Fuck me like you fucked Sansa! I saw—I saw you slam into her. Unghhh~ Fuck me like that! I'll be good—I'll scream for you, I'll beg… I'll thank you for using me!"
Completely deranged, her back arched violently, hips lifting off the bed, toes digging into the sheets as she braced herself with just her shoulders and heels. Her body curled in that sinful arch, her pussy now exposed and angled perfectly as she fucked herself harder, juices running down the curve of her ass.
"I'll carry your bastards if you want—all of them! Fill me with your seed, My King—fill me 'til I'm ruined, til I'm leaking, til I can't hold it in—"
The pleasure surged, overwhelming. Her legs kicked out as she teetered on the edge, body stiff as the spasms took over entirely.
"Make me your dripping, shaking toy—fuck me forever, fuck me stupid—aaahhhhhh!"
Her voice cracked with madness, her cries guttural, barely coherent. She sounded possessed, enslaved by lust. Her golden hair clung to her sweat-covered face, lips parted, spit glistening on her chin as her body writhed. Her pussy felt alive, fluttering uncontrollably, throbbing like it had a heartbeat of its own, twitching around the wooden toy as though it were Robert's thick cock stretching her raw.
Then her glassy eyes shifted sideways toward the open window. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Aaaaah… Oh, I want you so bad… Your Grace… I can see you… even now… please come back!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned over, facing what she thought was just a hallucination born of raw need. Spreading her legs wide like a wanton showgirl offering her soaked stage to the gods, she bent her knees and held her thighs far apart. Her folds glistened, stretched and swollen, trembling on the edge.
And then she burst.
"Yessss… L-Look… This…! Do this to me… Please come back and do this to me, Your Grace. I-I'll do anything for it… just… fuck me day and night, as you please… Oooh!"
Another gush followed, then another. Her body losing control, hips seizing, nerves firing off like mad. It was feral. The sheets were ruined. The floor at the edge of the bed glistened. And still, her trembling hand kept working the toy in and out of her spasming cunt, shallow thrusts pushing through her pleasure filled tremors, slick squelches echoing with each tired pump.
Her wrists ached, fingers slipping from how drenched the handle was, until at last she whimpered, arms giving out, and the toy slid free on its own, leaving her twitching cunt utterly soaked. Her glistening, sweaty bosom heaving in rapid pants.
"Hehe… I hope this dream never ends. I can still see His Grace."
"..."
There was a moment. A silence so heavy it hung like fog.
And then… a real hand grabbed the edge of the quilt and tossed it over her ruined, naked, sweat-and-nectar-glazed body.
"Gods help you, girl. We'll discuss this matter later. I have a fucking siege to end—do not leave this fucking room!"
Her eyes gaped open in realization, her brain stuttering.
He was real.
Her dreamy, fantasy-filled eyes blinked up at him. "Y-You're real?!"
Robert paused at the doorway, the frustration and disbelief plain on his rugged face. His tunic was drenched by seawater, hair damp, and his mouth curled in a tight, biting line.
"After this… I wish I wasn't, girl."
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