Sansa meets an old friend

Cersei turned to Sansa from where she was still crouching against the box that had borne her to this hellhole.

“Come, little dove. I am so glad you have come home; there are many things I want to show you.”

The queen’s words threw her right off her guard. She had expected speeches, threats, even summary execution. But she had not expected the queen to treat her like she was still a young girl hiding behind her mother’s skirts.

“You won,” she croaked. “We surrendered. What do you want with me?”

Something changed in the queen’s face, hardening her. “First I want you to meet one of our old friends. Come forward.”

Sansa gingerly walked over across the cold flagstones, sidestepping the orgy erupting in the centre of the room. A stream of seed missed Obara’s face, hitting Sansa on the thigh as the oldest Sand Snake swallowed to cocks at the same time. Meanwhile, Nymeria was screaming, her eyes squeezed shut as a kingsguard thrust up into her cunt in tandem with the Mountain pounding her arse. Sansa had only heard of double penetration before and now she was seeing it performed right at the centre of the Seven Kingdoms.

Then they were approaching the Iron Throne and leaving the Sand Snakes behind. Sitting up, the cumstained woman on the Tyrell banner wiped a hand from her face to try and wipe some of the jizz from her eyes.

Then the cum dumpster looked up and smiled at her with seed lining her face and dripping off her chin. “Hello, Sansa.”

As Sansa had suspected earlier, it was Margaery Tyrell.