Change of POV: Sansa

Sansa was blowing her fifth cock when the queen got bored.

Her knees had gone numb and her jaw was aching, the entire bottom half of her face feeling disgustingly sticky from pre-cum and her own drool. But Sansa could not feel any of it, not when she knew Arya’s ordeal was so much worse.

Her sister had acted very confident, right up until their new assailants had bent Arya over to fuck her in both holes. It turned out that Sansa’s sister was many things, but anally experienced was not one of them. She had flinched at every sound that her sister had made as a large cock had been forced, inch-by-inch, right into her arsehole.

But then Jon had been ordered over to lube up Arya, make it easier for her, and Sansa had followed his every step when her gaze was not full with the loins of whichever man she was fellating. Despite the cock still plowing into her sister’s quim, and the sight of Daenerys’ body swinging back and forth as she was spitroasted, the most shocking sight for Sansa had been Arya’s smile as Jon began to penetrate her with an oily finger.

Arya wanted Jon. And Sansa could tell from his stiffening manhood that Jon wanted to fuck Sansa as well.