A Friend In Need

The following months were bliss.

Daenerys and I were married to Margaery and Sansa in a polygamous R'hllor ceremony presided by the Red Priestess Melisandre who was now sporting a large baby bump which seemed way too big for her skinny 18 year old body. Unsurprisingly, both Sansa and Margaery missed their periods and my lusty new bride, Margaery, suggested that we celebrate by bringing their respective handmaiddens, Jeyne Poole and Mira Forrester, into our marital bed. Although it was just a one night affair, it was hard to forget the 12 hours orgy with 5 beautiful women.

Despite the constant sex, I found myself unable to return to the weird vision I had. I brushed it off as being a vivid dream caused by my orgasm-induced coma.

The best masons and sculptors from all around the known world were in King's Landing to help rebuild it into a city that would even rival Old Valyria. The royal court was going to be moved to the unoccupied Casterly Rock and a few weeks before the Red Keep was going to be torn down, a raven came from the Dreadfort with terrible news.

Ramsay Snow and Theon Greyjoy was captured but Robb Stark was grieviously injured while storming the castle. The maesters insisted he will live, though they fear he may never walk again or lead troops to battle. Robb requested that I lead an expedition North to help his bastard brother Jon Snow and the Night's Watch repel the incoming wildling threat of the King-Beyond-The-Wall Mance Rayder. A threat that my powers could easily fix along with Robb's broken legs.

Robb's mother, Catelyn Stark had gone to Riverun for her brother Edmure Tully's wedding to Roslin Frey, the beautiful daughter of the now disgraced Walder Frey and as the wedding loomed closer, I wonder if I should revoke my right to a First Night with the bride.

Arya however opted to stay at the capital to spend time with her big sister and her new brother-in-law. Me. I trained her in the arts of the Braavosi Water Dance every morning after I had slept with Sansa the night before. Arya's swordsmanship was near-perfect and even I had trouble keeping her Needle at bay. It was obvious to everyone that she was infatuated with me, much to the annoyance of Sansa. But Arya wanted to be a knight not a queen.

However I had set my sights on another Stark living under my roof, Queen Jeyne Westerling, the wife of the Young Wolf.

Jeyne was by no means a breathtaking beauty especially in comparison to my three wonderful brides but the day after Robb sent the raven requesting aid, I decided to make a move on his Queen. After mind-controlling the Stark guards, I opened her bedroom door to find her crying on her bed, her big brown eyes filled with tears. Once she saw me, she jumped up startled.

"Your Grace! What are yo... Is there further word from my husband?" She asked, quickly wiping away her tears.

"Im afraid not, my lady." I said as calm as I could. "But fear not, I sent the best healers in the realm to help him get back on his feet." I join her on the bed and soothingly took her hand as she smiled for the first time since I entered the room.

"Im sorry if Im so emotional. Its just that, I miss my beloved husband and all this reminds me of when Robb and I first met. You see he took an arrow when he stormed the Crag and I was..." As she began to drag on and on about how she nursed Robb back to life and they fell in love, etc.. I began to sensually rub her hands while my eyes wandered to her revealing cleavage.

"..sometimes I wonder what would have happened if you hadnt helped us." Jeyne continued to drone on, she was lucky that she was pretty or else Id be bored out of my mind. "With the betrayal of the Boltons and the Freys, Robb is lucky to have a friend as you." I chuckled at her words. She will soon find out how loyal a friend I am.

Eventhough I would not mind-control the women I wanna sleep with, I was being annoyed at her ramblings and I had better things to do than spending an entire day trying to seduce her. So I made her compliant and extremely gullible to every word I say.

"Jeyne stop talking!" I commanded and immediately the Queen In The North fell silent. "My Lady, how long have you been married?" I asked.

"Nearly two years." Jeyne answered obediently.

"Hmm, you and Robb have been married for nearly two years and you still have no children. Ive been married to Margaery and Sansa for two months and they are both with child." I said suggestively, I could have just told her that I wanna fuck and she would have opened her legs for me. But that seemed a little bit too... rapey.

"My mother has given me special tea to help me conceive. Robb and I have tried and tried. We have made love several times, often twice a day!" I smiled at her naïveté.

"Well then there is only one explanation, I fear that Robb may be sterile!" I lied. Unknown to her, her mother was in league with Tywin Lannister and has been giving her tea that actually reduces her fertility. Which does not matter as no contraceptive can ever stand a chance against my godly semen.

"Gods! I am cursed what shoul...." Jeyne fell silent once she realised that my hand was on her thigh and inching closer to her core.

"Your Grace, we shouldnt." She said with little conviction as she made no attempt to stop my ministrations.

"Do you find me attractive?"

"Yes of course, Your Grace!" Jeyne answered but before she could say anything else I captured her lips with mine. I expected her to ressist but instead, her lips parted and her tongue came out to greet mine. Jeyne was a great kisser almost as good as Margaery, which is quite an impressive feat.

We discarded our clothes and tumbled upon her bed. Jeyne was ready and horny and as I was about to thrust inside her and make her a MILF, the bedroom door opened and in walked Ser Jorah Mormont, slightly uneasy at the lewd scene before him.

"Your Grace, Queen Daenerys' water broke. She is about to give birth!"