Making the Eight

Robb thrust one last time into the lithe girl's anus, making her scream into the pillows. With a content sigh, he released his seed into her. He slapped her round butt. "Good girl."
Ysilla Royce continued to breathe heavily for a minute after he dropped onto the bed besides her. Finally she looked at him and smiled submissively. "That was... something."

Robb grinned. She had surprised him with her willingness to take it in the butt. But maybe she really was ****. Ysilla had run away from her family because she had been **** to marry some kid - and she had come straight to Robb's host on its way back home. She had asked for an audience and explained her situation to the King in the North. At first Robb had meant to send her back - he did not want to cause trouble with any lords, minor and distant as they may be - but then she had dropped her pretty dress and offered him, with zero ambiguity, her body in exchange for sanctuary. She had said she'd rather be the concubine of a King than the wife of a nobody. Looking at her now, Robb was glad she saw things that way. Ysilla was barely 20 years of age, had beautiful, copperish-brown hair; a bright, child-like smile and hazel-brown eyes. Her current position showed off her shapely backside, which was clearly her best feature.

"May I ask you a question, your Grace?"
Robb raised his eyebrows. "You may."
She bit her lips, obviously slightly uncomfortable. "Princess Sansa... did you - did you sleep with her?"
Robb was caught completely off-guard. How could she know?
"What makes you think that?"
Ysilla blushed. "I saw the way she looks at you - and you look at her. I can usually tell what relationship people have, and yours is not that of siblings. Not only at least."
Robb couldn't believe what he was hearing, but saw no point in not telling her the truth. She could spread rumors regardless of what the told her.
"We've had sex once. After I took King's Landing and rescued her from the Lannisters, we had a very emotional reunion. Things got... out of hand."

The Royce girl laughed. "That's quite an understatement. How was it?"
Robb gave her a wolfish grin as he remembered the magical night with his sweet sister, the droplets of sweat on her smooth ivory skin, her auburn hair in disorder as she was panting beneath him, her pretty blue eyes looking at him in absolute submission. "Amazing. She's quite the screamer, let me tell you. Maybe even my best lay so far. Well, second best."

Ysilla was clearly aroused by his words. "Who was the best?"
"Margaery Tyrell", Robb answered with a dreamy look on his face. He remembered it vividly. She had not liked her dungeon cell and had offered him a night to remember in exchange for freedom to walk around the castle. And those had not been empty words. The brunette nymph had known exactly what to do to give him hours of pleasure. Whether those skills came from experience or a good teacher - Robb did not know. But most whores weren't even that good after thousands of customers, and Robb couldn't imagine a noblewoman being this promiscuous. Part of the appeal was of course that damn smirk. Robb already got hard again just thinking about it.

"Sansa Stark, Margaery Tyrell - you've had the most beautiful women of the Seven Kingdoms in your bed", Ysilla said with admiration in her voice. "Some would argue Cersei is the most beautiful, but I-"
She stopped as she saw his grin. "Don't tell me you've had her too?"

Robb could help but laugh. "I did. Many times, and against her will."
Ysilla made big eyes. "You **** the Queen?"
"Former Queen. And she deserved it."

They were silent for a while until Ysilla spoke again. "Have you considered making the eight?"
Robb looked at her in surprise. He had not expected a woman - a noblewoman even - would know that term. It was a sort of "challenge" for men with more carnal desires. One girl from each of the Seven Kingdoms and the Riverlands. Robb had never been that sort of man, but his victories had given him a taste of what he was missing out on - nubile girls just threw themselves at him.
"I doubt it would be much of a challenge for a King."
Ysilla smiled. "That's why you have special rules." She moved over to him and took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. "You'll have to bed a noblewoman from each Kingdom."

Robb raised his eyebrows. "Interesting."
"With Princess Sansa you have the North, Margaery Tyrell for the Reach, Cersei for the Rock. And now of course Mountain and Vale."
With a devious grin, she kissed the tip of his now fully erect cock.
"You forget my little wife", Robb said, sighing contently as she took the first inch slowly between her wet lips. "Roslin gets me the Trident."
Robb had married Walder Frey's daughter three weeks ago at Riverrun. He had been relieved to learn Frey actually had pretty daughters. She was no Margaery or Sansa, but she was cute enough and very devout and loyal. Maybe the perfect wife - and not to mention the reason he had won the war. Robb Stark was not a breaker of contracts.
Ysilla released his shaft and licked her lips. "What about Dorne?"
"Actually, that's done as well." Tyene Sand had been sent as an emissary from Sunspear, to assure Robb of Dorne's neutrality. Robb had told her to bring back the news of the dissolution of the Iron Throne and the end of political unification in Westeros. Instead, she had removed her clothes and asked him to fuck her into oblivion. He had happily obliged. Fondly, he pictured her small, perfect tits and her petite body that he had violently rammed into the pillows. He had choked her, spanked her, ravaged her body, and still she had asked for more.
He was brought back from his thoughts as Ysilla released his manhood from her mouth and climbed on top of him, ready for a second round. She guided him into her snatch and lowered her body slowly, with an ecstatic look on her face. "Let me guess, the Stormlands too?"

Robb bit his lip as she took his length and slowly started gyrating her hips. "I'm not sure."
Melisandre, the Red Priestess, had come to King's Landing a few days after he had taken the city. After Stannis' ****, she had decided to offer Robb her services as advisor. Robb did not believe in her Red God, but she seemed smart and powerful nonetheless - definitely someone he wanted on his side. The fact that she had absolutely zero inhibitions about sex might have influenced his decision. She had not even asked him - she had just looked into his eyes, closed the door and dropped her dress to reveal an absolutely perfect, voluptuous body, two round and tight breasts to die for and an ass that just asked to be spanked. Her bright red hair, piercing eyes and seductive smile did the rest. She had been different than the other girls - impossible to fuck into submission. No matter what he did, Robb always had the feeling she was the one in control.
"The woman in red who travels with us, Melisandre, maybe you have seen her", he told Ysilla. "She's from Essos, but she previously resided at King Stannis' court."
Ysilla's first attempt of an answer was swallowed by a lustful sigh. "Doubtful... but I'll let it count."

Robb grabbed her hips and **** his own rhythm on her, moving her up and down quicker. She moaned passionately. "North, your sister... T-Trident, your wife... oooh.... Vale, me... Rock, Ce- Ce-, oh Gods, Cersei... Stormla- Stormlands, the Red Woman... oh..."
She was overwhelmed for a few moments, but continued.
"Reach, Margaery... and Dorne, the Sandsnake."
Robb grunted as he slammed her body down onto his cock, releasing his seed once again. "Fuck!", he exclaimed. She leaned forward into his embrace as they both caught their breaths.
"Looks like you're missing the Iron Islands, your Grace", she whispered teasingly.
"I suppose that ends my ambitions. I'm not planning to visit anytime soon, and I hear their women are not pretty."
Ysilla giggled. "Maybe one day."

"Alright, time for bed", Robb said and slapped his concubine's ass. "My wife doesn't like seeing you here."
Ysilla stuck out her tongue. "Your loss."
She got up, put her dress back on and left the room, almost running over Myrcella, who had apparently just come to visit Robb. The blonde girl entered the room while Robb quickly covered his naked body under the blanket.

"Your Grace", Myrcella said and curtsied.
Robb smiled. "No need to be so formal, sweetling."
Robb had taken the Baratheon - or rather, Lannister girl as his ward to ensure a good upbringing for her and ensure her parents' loyalty. She was more than pleasant company and Robb had come to adore her like a little sister. "What is it?"

She blushed. "I couldn't help but overhear you and Lady Ysilla."
Damn. Robb didn't want her to be exposed to any lewd talk too soon. "Overheard what exactly?"
"About making the Eight."
Robb sighed. "Myrcella, darling, please don't concern yourself with such things."
She looked down. "I just thought... the Iron Islands aren't that important. It's the Crownlands that make up the true eighth part of Westeros."
Robb wasn't quite sure where this was going. "What are you saying?"
She looked up now, directly into his eyes, and he suddenly noticed a fire there that he had never noticed before. "I was born in the Crownlands", she said and started opening her dress to reveal two soft, small breasts. "I'll be your Number Eight, Robb."

This was a response to a prompt on the now defunct /r/GOTporn