A Traitor in your Midst

The army camped heavy that night near the southern banks of the Gods Eye, Harrenhal’s ruined towers looming like broken teeth in the distance. Word had spread of your growing power, and with it came fools who still thought they could strike from within.

One of Walder Frey’s daughters, Lotha Fray, a sharp-faced, black-haired bitch in her mid-twenties, had been caught slipping nightshade into a wineskin meant for your table. She was dragged before the inner circle still spitting venom, cursing your name and calling Melisandre a red whore who had ensorcelled a bastard.

You decided her punishment would be public, instructive, and deeply personal.

In the center of the command clearing, torches formed a wide ring. The entire inner host gathered - hundreds strong. Melisandre stood proudly with her massive belly, Sansa at her side looking equal parts horrified and mesmerized, Val and the others watching with dark satisfaction. Lotha was stripped naked and bound bent over a thick wooden horse, wrists and ankles tied wide apart so her ass and cunt were completely exposed and presented. Her pale, surprisingly full ass cheeks trembled in the firelight.

You approached slowly, shedding your cloak but keeping your armor on. Your cock was already straining against your breeches, thick and angry.

“You dare try to poison the King in the North?” Your voice carried across the clearing. “Your entire house exists only because I allow it to draw breath. Tonight you learn what that mercy costs.”

Lotha snarled over her shoulder, eyes full of hate. “Fuck you, bastard. You’ll die screaming like your brother-”

You cut her off by stepping behind her and spitting directly onto her tight, puckered asshole. No warm-up. No mercy. You coated your massive cock with a mix of spit and the oil Melisandre handed you, then pressed the fat, leaking head against her virgin rosebud.

She tensed. You didn’t care.

With a brutal snap of your hips you **** the first few inches inside her dry, resisting ass. Lotha screamed, body jerking violently against her bonds as her tight ring was violently stretched open around your girth.

“Gods, you’re splitting me, take it out, you animal!”

You gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and drove deeper, inch by merciless inch, until half your thick cock was buried in her clenching, burning heat. The pressure was incredible, vice-tight and scorching. You pulled back slightly only to slam forward again, forcing another inch inside her.

“Every traitor’s hole belongs to me now,” you growled loud enough for the crowd to hear. You began to thrust, long, hateful strokes that made her entire body rock forward on the wooden horse. Her screams turned hoarse as her asshole slowly gave way, **** to swallow more and more of your cock with every punishing drive.

The wet, filthy sounds of your spit-lubed shaft reaming her ass filled the night air. You spanked her hard, leaving bright red handprints on her jiggling cheeks while you fucked her deeper. Soon you were buried to the hilt, your heavy balls slapping against her neglected cunt with every savage thrust.

Lotha was sobbing and cursing between broken moans, her face a mess of tears and snot. “I hate you, I hate you, fuck, it hurts!”

You fisted her black hair and yanked her head back sharply, arching her spine as you railed her asshole without mercy. Your pace was relentless - deep, grinding, punishing strokes that rearranged her insides. You could feel her walls fluttering and spasming around your shaft, fighting you and milking you at the same time.

Melisandre stepped closer, one hand on her belly, the other between her own thighs. “Harder, my king. Make her feel the full weight of Winter.”

You obliged. You pulled almost all the way out until just the head stretched her ruined gape, then slammed back in to the balls in one vicious thrust. Again. Again. Again. The crowd watched in rapt silence broken only by the sharp cracks of flesh on flesh and Lotha’s increasingly broken wails.

You reached beneath her and roughly shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt, feeling how shamefully wet the punishment had made her. You curled them against her front wall while continuing to ream her asshole with long, hateful strokes, never letting her adjust, never giving her a moment of relief.

Time stretched. Sweat poured down your chest. Your balls ached with the need to unload, but you held back through sheer **** of will, using her ass like a cock-sleeve meant only for your rage and dominance. You edged yourself cruelly, pulling out whenever the urge grew too strong, slapping your heavy cock against her gaping, twitching hole before plunging back in even harder.

Lotha had gone hoarse. She no longer cursed - only whimpered and moaned like a broken whore, her body shaking violently with every deep anal thrust.

You leaned over her back, cock buried to the hilt in her ruined ass, and spoke low and venomous against her ear so only she could hear:

“You will serve as camp entertainment until every soldier who wants a turn in this worthless Frey ass has had one. And you will thank them for it. This is what happens to those who cross me.”

You gave her one final, brutal series of short, jackhammer thrusts that made her scream again, then slowly pulled your throbbing, angry cock free of her wrecked asshole. It gaped obscenely, red and twitching, unable to close.

Lotha slumped boneless over the wooden horse, drooling and sobbing, cum-less but thoroughly destroyed.

You tucked your painfully hard cock away and turned to the watching army.

“Let this be a lesson. The next one who betrays me will beg for the same fate.”

Melisandre’s eyes burned with lust as she looked at your obvious, denied erection. She licked her lips slowly.

“The night is still young, my king…”