Maybe

You ask Bran if he is indeed a lord of Winterfell.

Bran looks offended by the question. “I am! Everyone knows I am!”

You say aloud that it seems to you that a lord should learn a lords responsibilities, including providing hospitality for guests, rather than leaving it all up for their father.

Ned laughs, still on all fours in front of you. “Bran, you can help if you wish to help, but you have never done this sort of thing before.”

Bran’s face turns red. “Just because I’ve never done it before doesn’t mean I can’t do it! I’m a quick learner!”

He walks up to you, running his eyes over your naked forms, you cock hardens further in Lord Stark’s ass. “Only… what is it I’m doing? Do I have to be naked like you?”

Ned chuckles again. “It helps, here sweet one, let me help you out of your clothes.”

Ned pulls out of you, and your wet cock falls out of his ass, swinging between your legs. Bran’s eyes go wide at the sight. “That’s bigger than daddy’s!” He says.

“Perhaps too big, for now.” Ned remarks, deep in thought as he undresses his son.

Soon Bran stands nude, shivering into his father for warmth, his beautiful pink body looking irresistible. Both sets of cheeks are just begging to be pinched.

“I will go first,” Ned says all of a sudden. “It is not fair to start with a king’s cock on such a slight frame. Come, sweetling, lie down and lift up your legs for us.”

Bran lays on the improvised pile of clothes Ned has laid out for him, he obediently lifts his legs into the air, showing us that beautiful young hole between those small round cheeks.

Before you can do anything, Ned Stark dips his finger in the pot of oil you had brought with you, and slowly inserts his digit into Bran’s hole. Bran’s eyes go wide and his breath catches. “Father!” He yelps. “It feels… funny.”

“You will get used to it, Bran. It will feel good soon, I promise.”

Bran’s frown look unsure, but he closes his eyes and allows his father to finger him. Ned’s finger works in circles around the outside of Bran’s hole, eliciting small moans from the boys mouth, and as he travels further inward, the moans turn to yelps.

“You are doing so well,” Ned says. “Just relax.”

“Father…”

The sight of the father pleasuring his son is incredibly erotic. You dip your finger into the pot of oil to help out.

You tell Ned that you will take care of the outer rim while Ned loosens him up a little.

Ned nods, continuing to explore further into Bran’s anus as you run your oiled finger around the perimeters of his small hole. Bran’s head hits the floor as the moans of pleasure overtake him. “Yes… father… this feels good… I like it…”

“There is a lot more pleasure to come, my son,” Ned says, smiling proudly at Bran. “Keep your knees apart, here comes another finger.”

Ned introduces a second of his fingers into Bran’s ass, pushing his tight hole further apart. Bran makes a throaty sigh as his father stretches him, you continue rubbing the rim of his hole to even out the pain with pleasure.

“Am I doing good daddy?”

“Very good, son.”

Ned’s two fingers travel deep into Bran’s hole as Ned slowly finger fucks him. You get the feeling they have just discovered a new family activity.

You tell Ned that you think Bran might be ready, and Ned agrees. He orders his son to move onto his hands and knees. Something seems to come over Ned as he sees Bran small, cute little ass aimed at him from that position.

You remark that you wish you knew what it was like to have sons.

“I am a lucky man,” Ned say, drooling. Suddenly he buries his face between Bran’s cheeks.

“Father, oh! What, what are you doing?”

You explain to Bran that Ned is just lubricating him with his tongue, and that this will help in the next step.

Bran soon relaxes into it, moaning deeply with pleasure. “Father! Oh! Father!”

Ned pulls back, bridges of spit between his lips and his son’s hole. His cock is almost as large as yours right now, you get the feeling it has never been so big, but he still insists on going first.

He stands up and fits his cock slowly in front of Bran’s hole. “Relax, my son, and it will be easier.” He says.

Bran winces as his father pushes into him. “It is so much bigger than your fingers father!”

“You can handle it son.”

You are surprised by how well the boy is taking it so far. The size difference between the two is clearly remarkable, by hips alone Ned is easily twice as big as Bran.

Bran’s small ass takes Ned’s cock with determination, and soon the father and son establish a steady, pleasurable rhythm. Tears form in the corner of Ned’s eyes as he fucks his son. “I never knew such pleasure, gods forgive me.”

You are content to watch the magnificent situation you have created. Bran seems to be enjoying himself most of all, his eyes are permanently rolled into the back of his head, his chin wet with saliva as he drunkenly calls “father! Father!”

Ned bucks into him fast but gentle, and eventually, he leans over Bran’s back, slobbering into his neck, and gives one heavy thrust into his ass, and you know that he has just come.

“Father…”

“Son…”

The two kiss on the floor of the tower for a while, before Ned slowly stands up, cleans them both of with a towel, and begins to get dressed again.

“Your Grace, I can’t thank you enough for what you have done for me and my son. I feel we are closer than ever, and we have you to thank. Wintefell’s alliance is yours, we will go to war with the iron born again if need be. Is there anything else you would like, as a thank you from me and my son?”