A Song of Ass and Tits

Nathan Cox was having what seemed to be a normal day for him. He was about to re-watch an episode of Game of Thrones. Ever since he first saw Game of Thrones, he became obsessed with the world, devouring every piece of media he could find. The politicking, the ****, the fantastical, and especially the women he loved greatly. It was a great escape from the real-life world, where Nathan did not have the best life. He had a shitty job, a small number of friends, even fewer who were girls and not much experience with them at all. In his mind, he could pretend he was fucking Daenerys, Melisandre, Ygritte, or whoever else he wanted.

As he settled in to watch the new episode, Nathan's whole life was about to change. Maybe through an accident, one of the 7 gods taking pity, or an extremely elaborate dream, whatever the reason, it did not matter. Nathan was no longer in his living room or even in our world. He was in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

All of a sudden, Nathan woke up, although he never remembered going to bed. The bed he was on felt a lot different than his own, a lot stiffer and more uncomfortable. Brushing it off as nothing, he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw astounded him. It was not his room that he saw, but that of someone else. Suddenly, he felt a pain greater than any other felt before in his head, and he understood exactly where he was. He was in the world he'd always loved, in a room that now belonged to him. He had the memories of this new man he became, but in fact, it wasn't a new man; from his new memories, he could gather that he was still the same man he'd always been. He had the same name, looked the same generally, save for being more refined and muscular.

At this moment, he was the happiest man in the world. This was like a dream come true; he pinched himself a few times to ensure he wasn't dreaming, though he was still unsure. He vowed to himself in this moment that his life here would be different. He was going to sleep with beautiful women and play the game of thrones, and he had every intention of winning it, and if not, he was going to die trying.

Whilst this world was similar to the one Nathan knew and loved, it was not the exact same. The very existence of House Cox was already different than the one written by George R.R. Martin. Other than their existence, it appeared to have been twenty-six years since the end of Robert's Rebellion and not sixteen, like in the show. What other changes there were, or how that changed the world, Nathan was unsure.

He combed through his memories, trying to learn everything about the new life he was leading. He learned that House Cox is not a powerful house and was a part of the Crownlands, serving as a direct bannerman to the House Baratheon. They had limited funds, a small army and not a large castle. The only advantage they did have was that his father was trusted implicitly by King Robert Baratheon. This was his only living family member, Jon Cox, a man who was already dying. His father sat on the small council of King Robert Baratheon as a general advisor to the king, although the King never actually took advice, as he was too busy drinking and whoring, as in the show. The old Nathan had actually never left the seat of House Cox in the castle Woodpine at his father's insistence. Surprisingly, being twenty-six years of age, he had no wife or betrothal set up for him. Just like his old self in the real world, he did not have many friends either (if any).

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Author's Note: This story will follow more from the show, but if it's not contradicted, everything in the book exists here, and references to book-only characters/events will exist.

Note 2: This is a slower story; lots will be made of the non sexual aspects, but there will be lots of sex, it just needs the characters to build up to it. The politicking and characters are important because if you just want constant sex and no story, then watch porn.