Mountains will blow in the wind like leaves

Darkness.

Silence.

A disfigured, stinging cold, among the darkness.

And a scretching pain, among the silence.

So much pain. Pain all around. A scream of agony would have escaped his lips, if only he would have felt them. Or his lungs. Or any actual part of his body. Except for a formless, unlocatable pain, he was numb all around. And so he pressed a silent scream into the aether. In vain, as no sound breached the silence and no salvation lifted the pain. For an eternity, the darkness and the silence, the cold and the pain, they all remained and formed his twisted purgatory.

In actual purgatory, you burn for your sins. Doing good on the other hand, apparently, brings you a place to freeze. If that is how it is, then he had truly earned it. He has done good, he sacrificed everything he had, his whole life. His life? His new life. The life he was granted, thrown in to turn upside down. His life as Lyonel Baratheon.

Lyonel Baratheon, heir to the Iron Throne.

"HHHHHAAAAHRG", Lyonel ripped open his mouth, seemingly forming it out of nothingness. As his consciousness returned, his feeling spread from his mouth all over his body. First his head, then his torso and all the way through his arms and legs. Except....

"Mmmmmgggghhh", he pressed his mouth shut and opened his eyes. The pain that had previously clouded him now canalized into his legs. Lyonel looked down on his lying form, and his legs were obscured by layers upon layers of what seemed like wet cloth. Despite the pain, he **** himself to gain his bearings. He was laying in a bed, or in something that passed for it, next to him sparkled a lowburning fire. Around him stood a hut, shutting out the outside world, only letting through the faint sound of howling winds.

"Is he awake?", a unfamiliar voice uttered while nearing Lyonels makeshift lazaret.

In a spur of the moment decision, Lyonel shut his eyes, relaxed his mouth and pretended to be asleep. This didn't feel like a hostage-situation to him, but in case he needed or wanted to overpower his visitor, the element of surprise would do him well. His body rewarded his plans with another spike of pain in his legs, so much for overpowering anyone...

"Huh, must have just been another spasm", the owner of the voice had now entered the room and sounded only a few feet away. "You must be in so much pain, my little honeybadger", the voice sounded oddly sweet. A womans voice, Lyonel realized.

He felt the woman put her hands on his legs,"Oh gosh, you burned through another pair of bandages. You wonder you're hauling in your sleep."

Burning?! Lyonel was painfully aware of the stinging cold, especially in his legs, but now that she mentioned it, he became aware of how sweaty his body was. He must be covered in copious amounts of sweat.

His mystery nurse knelt down next to his lower body half, the bed-ridden prince felt her get close and start her inspection. Because of how tenderly she took off his rudimentary bandages, he only felt little additional pain. And still, having his legs uncovered cooled him further, sending a massive chill through his body.

A shiver that made him aware of his stark nakedness. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by his nurse either.

"Huhuhu, calm down now. I have to put on some more paste first before we play again~", a hand longingly glided over his uncovered shaft. In the background he heard a jar being opened and within seconds a sappingly sweet aroma filled his nostrils, making his ears ring and his head spin. If he wasn't on his back already, this would be the point he fell down.

"Mmmmhhhhhh~", the kneeling woman inhaled the fragrance loudly, "with Dotties special mix, we'll get you back on your feet in no time."

Dottie didn't waste any time and applied her ominous wonder paste generously on his legs. The burning, nay, the freezing... No, the paste was neither warm nor cold. It felt like it numbed his legs again, at least in regards to the pain, and with the pain supressed it heightened the actual sensations of his legs. The furs beneath his lower body suddenly became the most comfortable thing he ever had the privilege to lay on. Wow, whatever was in that mix, it really hits hard.

*Splash*

"Ooooops, look at that ~", she cooed mock-innocently, "Some of it must have sprinkled on that massive third leg as well~"

Lyonels eyes were closed shut, but from the sensation it felt like she threw a big glob of her special cream right at his junk.

"Oh no! But don't worry, I'll swipe it off before anything happens~", her toothy smile was audible at this point. And what followed her promise of making up for her mistake, was nothing less than doubling down on it.

His legs properly taken care of, Dottie shifted both hands upwards. All of her fingers drifted through the glob of "medicine" and deftly spread it all over his balls and shaft. The cream heightened and twisted his senses, so far, that Lyonel could swear she gained additional fingers, ten, fifteen, twenty, His balls were being craddled, his theights caressed, his rapidly expanding shaft massaged. With an attentivenes beyond what Lyonel previously experienced in his threesomes, Dottie seemed to be all over his junk, all at once.

"I'm such a dumdum, now it's everywhere! Stupid, little me~", Dottie lulled a bit, seemingly drooling now.

Meanwhile the tingling continued to get ever stronger. If Lyonel wasn't cautious now, he'd blow a load just from the **** induced high that Dottie was rubbing into his skin.

"This clumsy twat caused it, so she better make it go away, right?", the woman asked herself and must have answered internally, because the next thing Lyonel heard and felt was her face hoovering along his legs, up his thighs and directly under his ballsack, accompanied by a piggish sniffing.

*Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrggggggfffffff*

She inhaled so close to his skin, she must have douched herself in a revolting mix of his earthy sweat on the one hand and her sickeningly sugary healing paste. For a solid minute she kept those fumes inside her, before blowing them straight at his nutsack, where the swiftly rebounded and hit her face again.

"Ahhhhhhhllllggggggaaaahhh", she lulled undecypherably before pushing her face fully into his sweaty and creamy ballsack. Lyonel dick expanded another inch in appreciation before then landing on top of her head. A new headgear that she accepted cowingly. All pretense dropped at this point, her tongue shot out of her mouth and started licking his nuts clean, scooting the paste into her mouth.

Only, from the sound of it, she wasn't disposing of it. Her blubbering face produced gurgling sounds from beneath his meatstick, so if Lyonel was in any right state of mind, he would have realized that she's sloshing it back and forth in her mouth and deep in her throat, probably getting it all tingly and hyper-sensitive. But the princes consciousness wasn't available from the ball bath onward. On the contrary.

Lyonel had left this place and swiftly gone to heaven. The fifty, no, the hundred fingers of his mystery nurse were dancing over his genitals, her face was deeply burning into his nutsack, slobbering it with her tongue and exchanging the medicine for generous amounts of her medicine-induced spit, his massive cock layed on her hair, which he could swear was slinging itself like vines around his shaft and jacking him off...

"Mmmmmm", it escaped Lyonels lips, while simultaneously rope after rope of royal cum lazily shot from his twitching member. His relaxed state made this more akin to a wet dream than actual sex-

And like in the depraved dreams of teens all around the world, the woman beneath him started wildly cumming just from huffing his balls and being jizzed on like a cumsock stuffed into a man's boxers.

"Sooorg maaaasch cooooommm~", was lovingly lulled into the deepths of his taint, as Dottie was losing herself in her own orgasm and started twitching and letting go of all of her remaining composure. While she was enjoying her delirium, Lyonel felt pressing hands going down on his dick, pressing it firmly on the perverts head, massaging it back and forth in an attempt to squeeze as much of his man juice out of him. Like with a tube of toothpaste, the hands milked him for every last bits of cum he had left in the tank.

"Mmmhhhppppp", she dragged herself out of her musty, self-choosen sauna beneath his junk, "Gods, you're such a maaaaan~"

The tingling in Lyonels balls was gone, along with what felt like half a litre of cum from within them, but his pulsing shaft still remained thoroughly coated in Dotties special cocktail of herbs and spices. Sirup and honey and bubblegum and the smelly equivalent of the colour pink, were still seeping through his dick right into his brain.

"Yes, I am. I can dooooo this", Dottie mumbled through her still drooling mouthhole. Her monologue must have been her hyping herself up, because after putting her open mouth at the very tip of his cockhead for a second, she started slurping him in, like a woman possessed. Like a woman possessed by a cock-starved cum addict, that is. The vacuum seal that was formerly her set of plush lips, closed so tightly around him, Lyonel felt like he was stuck in a cockring, urging his meatstick to stay a maximum size.

Dottie started gliding up and down around his shaft, gaining more and more speed. Next to the decreasing tingling from the **** and the increasing tingling from the feverish blowjob, Lyonel felt her long hair hitting his thights, each time she shoved her head zealously over his sceptre. In her fevour, she had basically begun throatfucking herself harsher than Lyonel ever would have done it. The only thing keeping this from becoming the sloppiest head he's ever gotten, was the air-tight grip her lips kept around his cock. She was hammering his cock so deep into her throat, with such a **** none the less, that any slip up in lip suction would have a literal mouthful of spit and precum flow down his shaft.

"MMMMMMMMMMM~", the masochist slut currently suffocating herself on his man-meat started cumming from her own self-degradation, an achievement that Lyonel body instinctually rewarded by cumming himself. "GGGGUUGGGGGUULLGGULLLLLLLL~", blast after blast entered first her mouth and then her throat, as she tried shoving herself to his very base as a grand finale.

And the very moment Lyonel felt his cockhead disappear into her endless throat and her lips meat his hips, a bundle of wood hit the floor.

"Dottie you disgusting little whore!"

Lyonel opened his eyes and looked at the two shocked women that entered the hut.