Starkcest is Best

As Rob sat their, sandwiched between Cersei and Daenerys, admiring his newest slaves, he came to a realization. Perhaps it was his own opinion being projected upon the girls, but he thought about how well they embodied the symbolic animals of their great and noble houses: lion, dragon, and wolf.

Cersei was the lioness: proud and hungry. Even in her new role as a **** and whore, she wallowed in it, finding no limit to the satisfaction and pride she took as Rob's property. After all, her new life and role came with everything she ever wanted, why shouldn't she enjoy it?

Daenerys was the dragon: cruel and domineering. While this dragon was tamed, with her new attitude adjustment, Daenerys projected an air of ruthless superiority towards her fellow women. Avaricious and spiteful, Rob could imagine her like Smaug, resting upon his horde, but Dany would be collecting not gold and jewels, but other women she dragged down into her submissive, misogynistic lifestyle.

But for Sansa and Arya, the two young and bright girls, looking upon Rob with expecting eyes, big and round and innocent, eager to hear his orders so they may serve him... well, there was nothing wolfish about either of them. Instead, Rob thought they looked like lost little puppy dogs, happy to finally have a home and owner they could call their own. Happy to have it, but scared to lose it again, making them willing to go to whatever length to secure that home.

So, Rob concluded, let's push that need for all it's worth.

"I want you two beauteous sisters to show me just how much you love one another." Rob finally proclaimed, implication clear as crystal for the newly incestuous Stark sisters.

Arya smiled brightly, eyes wide at such an opporunity, but it was Sansa who struck first, swiftly and silently. She appeared behind her little sister and deftly removed Arya's top, barring her modest breasts to Rob.

"Sansa!" Arya squealed, more surprised than upset. Sansa was quick to put her hands on her sister, squeezing her meager tits, tweaking their nipples. Her eyes sparkled with joy as Arya writhed in her grasp, her smile growing sharper with each gasp and moan her younger sister made.

"Don't be such a prude, Arya. It's Master. We should be showing off our bodies to him." Sansa planted a kiss on Arya's ear, brief but hot, following up another one on her cheek. "Even if yours is so unimpressive."

Arya meekly accepted the slight, nodding and saying, "Yes. I'm sorry, sir. I wish my body was as sexy as Sansa's..."

This drew a chuckle from Cersei. Immediately, Arya's expression hardened, glaring daggers at her former enemy. "What's so funny?"

"That you think our glorious Master cares about your plight." Cersei replied, sharing a smirk with Daenerys. "He may keep you around and play with you, but you know he'll never consider you all too much. After all, why would he want some thin, curveless little girl when he can have the most beautiful women in the world." She proclaimed motioning to herself, Dany, and Sansa, voluptuous and lovely all, each able to make such a claim.

Arya's anger blackened. "Why you-"

"Enough, Arya." Sansa interrupted, firmly. Almost like hitting a switch, Arya's mood lightened immediately, as she turned to face Sansa with apologetic look of slavish devotion.

"Yes, sister. I'm sorry, sister."

Ha! That was fun. Just as Rob had programmed, Arya still had plenty of fire and fight in her, but it all melted away when faced with her sister. She didn't want to be a raucous hellraiser around Sansa, she wanted to be the perfect little sister Sansa never had. She wanted to be whatever Sansa wanted her to be.

As if considering what she wanted Arya to be, Sansa cupped her sister's chin, tilting her face upward. "I think I have a better use for that cute little mouth of yours than squabbling with Master's other slaves."

"Yes, Sansaaaahmmm..."

Arya's words were swallowed by Sansa's lips, the two sisters embracing not as sisters, but as lover. Bodies pressed tightly together, hands exploring oneself and each other, what little remaining clothing quickly removed. Arya shut her eyes and felt herself be pulled along, melting into her elder sister, who controlled the rhythm and the flow, luring her sister along, toying with her.

Rob watched in fascination, undressing himself, as to free his throbbing, erect cock. Quickly, he sent Cersei and Daenerys off to bed - they had only slept for a few hours before this task and were still tired to warrant rest - so that he could watch without distraction.

Sansa was controlling, holding Arya tightly against her body and choosing when and how the two kissed. With tongue or without. When to slow down and speed up. When to break away and reengage. It was incredibly fun to see the desperation in her younger sister's eyes, to hear her whine and whimper whenever they stopped, to feel her hands worshipful glide upon her supple flesh. Master had deigned to make Arya hers - her toy, her pet, her plaything - and Sansa had no problem playing the bully to milk out as much pleasure as she desired. And, judging by the sly looks she stole from Rob, watching the two with rapt attention and full erection, he was enjoying it, too.

Arya was needy, her lips hot and hungry every time they touched Sansa's. Her elder sister's body was so soft, so warm, she smelled so good - faintly of campfire smoke, of pine, and wildflowers - that she could hardly help herself. She wanted to drown in Sansa's everything. But, she was a good little sister and did what her sibling wanted, even if it meant dealing with the gnawing hunger with her stomach, the pulsing heat spreading throughout her nether regions. The only thing that could distract her from her beautiful sister was her handsome Master, as he lurked nearby, watching them silently. Arya's stomach fluttered and something rose in her throat every time she was Rob's thick cock.

Eventually, after the kiss broke once more, Sansa noticed her sister stood at chest level with her. Using that as a sign, she shoved Arya's head in between the valley of her impressive Double-D bust, Arya taking to like a duck to water, burying her head into Sansa's chest. Greedy hands and an equally greedy mouth reach up and took hold, squeezing and groping and suckling, moans escaping Arya's lips, joining in a harmony with Sansa's own sweet sighs.

"I love your breasts, Sansa..." Arya muttered around a mouthful of titflesh and nipple. "They're so big, so soft, so heavy..."

"Hmm, yes. Much lovelier than yours, right?" Sansa replied with a teasing smile, cupping her sister's small, petite breasts.

"I'm sorry, Sansa..." mumbled Arya, looking rueful, even as she continued to suck upon Sansa's tits. "I'm sorry Master. I wish I had bigger breasts -"

"Bigger tits. Like a cow."

"Hmm, bigger tits, yes... I want to be sexy for the two of you." She looked between sister and Master, hopeful and pleading. "Would I look sexy with big, heavy cow tits?"

"You're plenty sexy now, Arya." Rob said, admiring her lovely tomboyish body. "But, yes. You would look very sexy with big, heavy cow tits on that slight, svelte body."

Arya trilled in delight, her body shuddering, as if the compliment gave her physical joy. Such a sensation did not escape Sansa's notice. "But until then, until you become my busty lovedoll," Sansa purred, hands drifting down the slender body of her sister, lower and lower, "there are other parts of you that are plenty sexy as is."

Sansa's fingertips gently traced the folds of Arya's pussy, burning with desire, causing the young girl to throw her head back, yowling in primal pleasure. She had never been touched there, never touched herself either, and Sansa's touch - her slight, gentle touch - was magical.

"Oh gods, oh fuck..." Arya swore under her breath, in between moans, as Sansa's delicate, dainty fingers continued to tease and play. Drawing circles around the lips, sliding through tangles of wet pubic hair, pressing against the labia and clitoris. Arya's entire body trembled, almost falling into Sansa's grasp. "Sa-Sansa! Sansaaaa!!!"

"Oh, hush, we've only just started..."

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Settling Arya down on the ground, face down and ass up, Sansa delivered a kiss to her sister's dripping slit, tongue sliding in as if she were making out with Arya once more. Arya herself went cross-eyed, making a ****, gurgling noise, as she lost all control of her facilities immediately. Her spine went rigid, bracing herself against a nearby wall, as the orgasm rocked her body from head to toe, her pussy gushing forth like the sea.

Sansa drank deep of her sister's cum, lapping up the exterior of her pussy, before licking her lips clean. "Honestly, Arya, I just can't take you anywhere." She chided, gently, before shoving her fingers into the wet hole. "I barely touched you, and you're already cumming your brains out? I clearly need to train you better."

"I'm sorry, Sansa." Arya whined, as she felt herself be penetrated, over and over, by Sansa's fingers. If the kiss hadn't sent her over the edge, these would've have done the job. Already she could feel the heat and pressure build back up again. "You're just so beautiful! You're everything I'm not! I just want to make you happy."

Sansa offered her sister a loving smile, stroking her hair like the pet she was. "Well, at least you're heart is the right place. And..." she chuckled, eyes darting to the side, "you are putting on quite a show for Master."

Indeed she was, as Rob was regretting sending away Dany and Cersei, stroking his swollen cock, simply to alleviate some pressure on the rock-hard, throbbing, painful length he possessed. God damn it, if lesbian **** wasn't the hottest thing ever! He was torn between continuing to watch the show and jerk off - something he hadn't done since he found the lamp - or join in and take the Starks for himself.

Sansa turned Arya about, denying her a second orgasm, and spread her legs. Arya got the hint and made a tentative, hesitant movement towards her sister's crotch, looking more awestruck and intimidated than afraid. But Sansa had little time for her sister's worshipful attitude, seizing her by the head instead and forcing her straight into her pussy. Arya did not disappoint, clearly, as Sansa unleashed a series of throaty moans, shutting her eyes and letting ecstasy take over.

"Yes, Arya, YES! You cunt-eating whore! Put that sharp tongue of yours to work! Mmm, fuck... the younger sister serving the elder sister, it's only natural, right?"

Arya let out a muffled noise of agreement, Sansa, locking her legs around her sister's head, trapping her between her thighs.

Rob continued to watch the erotic display play through, Arya bringing her sister to a screaming orgasm, then the two cuddling in post-coital bliss, their love and lust for each other radiating about like an almost tangible aura.

"I love you, Sansa..."

"And I love you, too, pet."