Arya gets to be gangbanged

Jon realised Cersei was asking him. She wanted him to choose between his sisters, to stand in judgement of them and decide which was more of a harlot. He would do no such thing.

The next thing he knew, Taena was pushing him forward towards the edge of the balcony. Staggering, Jon realised he was slipping in his own puddle of cum as he fell into the railing, wheezing and doubling over it as the breath left him.

Then he was gritting his teeth as a harsh hand slapped and spanked him, pumelling his behind so hard it brought tears to his eyes. Judging by the welts he could feel on his cheeks, Lady Merryweather had left her rings on.

He gasped as a hand grabbed his testicles from behind, flinching from the feeling of Cersei’s breath on the back of his neck. “Both of your sisters are about to be swarmed by cocks and covered in cum. You can spare one of them from that torment. Pick quickly.”

A shiver ran through him as Cersei’s sharp nails grazed the skin of his balls. Jon looked down into the arena: Arya was still eyeing up the oppsition, while Sansa was shivering and covering her intimate parts with her hands. He knew which of them would be likelier to stomach this ordeal. “Arya.”

“What was that?” Cersei crooned.

“I think that Arya has had more lovers,” Jon said through gritted teeth. “Sansa should fluff.”