Doesn't really matter...

Robert stepped closer to his best friends daughter and before long the creedy slut had fumbled his swollen manhood out of his trousers.

"Looks like i have catched myself a true stag" she grinned

Robert felt the warm satin hands of the redhead on his cock. "He he, Hey Sa- Sansa, may..., you should... OOOHAAaaah..."

He suddenly grunted like a boar and his drunken brain realized that the maiden had just taken him in her welcoming hot mouth. But she was no maiden, wasn't she? She sucked and licked his thickly veined shaft like no whore or highborn who ever enjoyed his little Robert.

He looked down to her and a hot lightning run up and down his spine when his eyes looked directly into the piercing blue pools of pure lust and temptation that starred at him.

Her tongue and the silky inside of the mouth danced on glance and shaft like nothing the king had ever experienced.

after a few hearthbeats, that felt like what must have been a hundert winters and summers at once, his wardens daughter slowed down.

"Do I please you, your grace?" She whispered with a voice sweeter than arbor gold, the innocence of her voice contrasted by the slurping sound he tongue made, for she hadn't taken the tip of his pounding manhood out of her wet mouth. Wondering how this whore of a lady managed to talk with his cock in her mouth, he wetted his dry lips with his shivering tongue to answer, but before any understandable words could escape his mouth, Sansa Stark took a deep breath and took his throbbing manhood back into her mouth. And deeper.

Pass her tongue.

Deep inside her.

Robert almost lost his mind when he saw and felt how the entire length of his huge shaft was buried into this northerners hot throat. He could actually see the bulge of his own meat inside her neck. How was this even possible?

He couldn't know that Sansa had learned the art of deep throat from Theon Greyjoy himself years ago and had pleasured many men with it ever since, including northern lords, peasant butcher boys and even her own stepbrother.

"Ooooooh OAAAAh" he moaned like during a battle charge "YOU FUCKIIIING..." She started to move her tongue up and down, while her cute nose was buried in the kings thick dark curls "Goooooods oooooaaaah"

When Robert started to almost pass out and was very very close on the brink of shooting the biggest load of his fucking live into this shewolfs stomach, Sansa released his giant cock seemingly without effort. With a loud and indecent slurp the rock hard lance slipped out of her.

There he stood in the middle of the godswood, his cock hard as he ever would become, slipping wet with thick saliva and swat. The girl on his knees before him looked at him with a flushed face, her cheeks blushing. Not from shame but from bare and unconcealed need.

"Wanna fuck?" She asked nonchalant, like shed ask her lord father for candy

Aye. He would give it to her...