Fuck Myrcella Again

You quickly nod, your cock somehow finding the strength to harden once more, as Myrcella crawls back on top of you, your cum dripping down her leg and onto the bed.

This time, however, before she can lower herself onto you, you grab her waist and push her back against the bed, with yourself on top.

"You still aren't satisfied?" you ask, your glistening cockhead rubbing against her entrance.

"I spent the night awake," she replies, moving herself against your cock, "I waited to feel you inside me. And I need to feel it many times."

"Beg for it then."

She looks surprised, but then her expression quickly changes to one of desire, "Please, Ser John, give me your cock. I want you to fuck me, give your knightly seed to this whorish lady!"

That was enough for you, and you pushed inside her once more, your mouths meeting as you fell once more into that, by now, familiar feeling. This time, neither of you could hope to hold on much longer, and you two desperately rutted. You felt her warmth welcome you, your slick cock pounding in and out of her well-lubricated cunt. Your thrusts were erratic, your hips slamming into hers, and soon you began to finish.

"Oh god!" Myrcella moaned, as she climaxed, collapsing back onto the bed. You finished at the same time, spilling yourself into her once more, before falling on top.

Suddenly, an arrow embedded itself in the wall just inches from your face.

Bandits!

You quickly threw on your clothes, while Myrcella put on the nightgown she had brought with her.

"Lady Myrcella, get behind me!" you shout to her, grabbing a sword from the wall, as she crouched behind you. You waited, hearing the sounds of battle outside, the fighting getting closer, arrows striking the carriage. Then finally, one of the bandits was upon you.

"You're one of those foolish knights who protects ladies like her," he said, an arrogant sneer across his face, "risking your life to protect a woman who would care not one bit if you died in her service." You feel Shireen's grip tighten on the back of your legs, her fear apparent.

"I protect the innocent, and I serve my liege," you respond defiantly, somehow finding the courage within yourself.

"I don't wish to harm you," he says, his eyes scanning your face, and you come to understand that he has somehow realized the lowborn circumstances of your birth, "so I will give you a choice. Fight me now and you will die, and we will, all hundred of us outlaws, take our turns with the lady you died to protect. Or," he says, a gleam in his eye, "join us, and you can keep the woman for your own."