And the Winner is...

Returning to your seat with Lady Sansa and King Joffrey, Sansa confesses to getting distracted at the spectacle enough that she's not completely aware of the intricacies of the Tournament rules. You comfort her by saying you were much the same, and the King offers to briefly explain.

A Joust is typically three "encounters", where each Knight charges down their lane and attempts to strike their opponent with their lance. One point for striking the torso, two for striking the head, and three for knocking the opponent off their horse. In the case of the last strike, the Knight then wins the unhorsed Knight's mount.

Seeing an expectant look from your King, you get an idea. You see Ser Brom riding out and coerce Lady Sansa to join you in cheering.

All nearby are treated to the sight of two top-heavy redheads spilling out of their dresses. King Joffrey loudly compliments his future bride and more discreetly passes you some more coin. And it's true, the nineteen year old Stark girl does have nice big tits. Very much taking after her Tully Mother.

The Knight of Flowers was agile, as you well knew from the stories of his other Jousts and what you had seen of him in the day's events. You were ofnthe growing opinion Ser Brom preferred to fight on foot. He too was quick. But the horse, sweet Sally, wasn't his. He didn't know her well enough to feint or sidestep.

Sansa squirms, like you she's been told not to fix her dress. The pair of you, sat in public with your tits out. Samsa gasps as King Joffrey fondled her large breasts.

That said, while Ser Brom had not successfully broken a lance on Ser Loras, the Tyrell's youngest son had only broken a single lance on "your son" in two encounters, the second strike was declared invalid as the lance only grazed against Ser Brom amd left no mark, and many saw Ser Loras stroke his lance against the barrier to feign breaking his lance on his opponent.

He makes the two of you lift and drop each others' breasts as well as your own. You suppress a groan as your nipples harden. Sansa, being more innocent to sexual touches, is not as capable of restraint and King Joffrey grins more as Sansa begins leaning into your touches.

The third encounter. The last if nothing unusual happens. Ser Loras leads by a point. If Ser Brom hits the torso without being hit, they would have to charge again. If Ser Loras lands any strike untouched then he'll win and you won't even be able to lay claim to what je offered. But your son will look good finishing in 3rd Place.

But Ser Brom could still win. A strike to the head would do. Or perhaps the mercenary will remember what you offered. The profit from all horses sold, and the chance to not only claim her mouth amd cunt for a night, but also her arse.

You close your eyes, silently praying for Ser Brom to live and not be too vengeful if he is injured, but when you open your eyes you see it is Ser Loras laying in the dirt. You smile and cry out in victory. You almost immediately know that your breasts are once more free of the confines of your dress. But you care not. Ser Brom is just one opponent away from winning the whole Tournament for your son!

You can't stop yourself jumping in the air with Sansa and shaking your hefty milkjugs. The King is happy and your House looks set to rise.