Robert Plots to marry Sansa

Robert had decided he was going to marry Sansa- one way or another.

First Cersei had to be dealt with, but of course Robert was going to fuck her tight cunt one more time. he bursted into the Queens chamber and stormed her, ripping her gown and slobbering over her tits as she yelped. Robert had decided he was going to marry Sansa- one way or another.

First Cersei had to be dealt with, but of course Robert was going to fuck her tight cunt one more time. he bursted into the Queens chamber and stormed her, ripping her gown and slobbering over her tits as she yelped. "Your grace, you're hurting me!" She whimpered, her legs kicking. "Be silent whore!" Robert growled and she went quiet, and Robert mounted her, preparing to violate her tight pussy. "You are mine!" He said as he began fucking her, her tight cunt squeezing his cock. "Ahhh Robert, please, don't hurt me!" Cersei begged, and Robert only fucked her faster, his huge body crushing hers, her huge tits flattening. Cersei had not been a good wife. She'd never given Robert a child, and she was a cold hearted bitch. The girl was young, and warm, and her tight cunt was all he wanted, even if it meant taking it from his Queen.

Robert finished, leaving her with a womb full of cum. he stormed out, and Cersei cried.

Cersei was humiliated. Her King had fucked her so roughly, and now her womb was full of his seed.

She would not give him the child he desired. She could not.

She sobbed as Robert rolled off her and said "Leave this continent forever, or die. Choose."

Sansa was terrified. Robert had left Cersei with her womb full of cum.

She'd never wanted to be Queen, and now Robert was coming to her. "My dear." He said as he entered.

"Your Grace." Sansa replied.

"You have no need to call me that. I will take you for my wife."

"W-what?" Sansa gasped, her eyes widening.

"Cersei has failed to give me children. I will take you for my queen and make you carry my children. You will be my wife."

"Yes. yes! Of course your grace."

Robert kissed her. It was not like the chaste kisses Joffrey had given her.

It was a strong, rough kiss, and her mouth opened for his tongue to enter her, and he pushed her down, spreading her legs, ripping off her gown.

"Your Grace, you'll break me... not again p-please" She squealed as he spread her legs wide, preparing to fuck her.

He took her cunt roughly, and her pussy was very tight, and so warm.

"Ahh, you will be my wife." He groaned, his fat body crushing her and her breasts as he fucked her.

"Y-your grace!" Sansa moaned. "Call me Robert!" He ordered her.

"O-of course. R-Robert. Ahh..." Sansa was in a pleasure she'd never felt before.

Her cunt squeezed Robert's thick cock, and he grunted as he filled her with his seed, making her belly swell.

He left her there, and she fell asleep.

Robert returned to her later. "Sansa, I will be King and you will be my wife and the Queen."

"Yes your Grace."

"Call me Robert, my darling."

"Y-yes, Robert."

Robert kissed her lips, and then her breasts.

He moved down to her belly, and then her thighs, and then her pretty cunt.

"I will breed you." He said and licked her cunt.

She moaned, her body trembling. "Your Grace... I can't..."

Robert stopped and got up.

"Robert, I am sorry, I..."

"No, no. It's alright."

Robert kissed her cheek, and left.

That night, Robert dreamed. He dreamed of fucking his wife, and having a daughter.

His daughter would have red hair, and be as beautiful as her mother.

In the dream, he married his daughter.

He woke up and approached Sansa again, and told her of the dream.

"My love, I can't marry you... you are my father's age!"

"Sansa, please. We must do this."

"You want me to marry you, and... bear this child you **** inside me... and... and you will get old and die, and our daughter will marry my son."

"I love you Sansa, please."

"No. No, Robert, I am sorry. I can't. Please go."

"Sansa, I love you."

"Please."

"Sansa-"

"GO."

Robert left, but quickly changed his mind. He found littlefinger and informed him that Sansa was free to use- anyone could **** her with no penalty by decree of the King.

Littlefinger grinned, and rushed to Sansa's room.

"My darling..." Littlefinger whispered. "Robert is such a brute. My sweet. I will take you.."

Sansa interreupted "Take me away?! Please lordw4, PLEASE SAVE ME!"

Littlefinger chuckled... "No my dear.. I will take your womb... I will fuck you so hard that Roberts little lovebaby dies and mine replaces it... my sweet Sansa..."

"No!" Sansa screamed, but it was too late. Littlefinger rushed her, ripping her gown just as Robert had, abusing her body, palming her tits, forcing his tongue down her throat as she cried.

She begged him to not fuck her- she'd suck him off, or jerk him, or he could even take her ass.. but none of it mattered.

Littlefinger's cock was already inside her, and she couldn't move.

Littlefinger was much more skilled than Robert, and her cunt was tight, but wet, and his cock slipped in and out, and soon, she was moaning, her head tilted back, her mouth open.

"Good girl." Littlefinger moaned. "You will give me a child, and you will be my little toy forever."

Sansa did not know why she was moaning. It was not pleasure- was it?

Littlefinger continued to fuck her. "You are not the King's little wife. You are mine."

Sansa had simply gone limp- given up as Littlefinger berated her and fucked her cum soaked cunt.

"You're nothing more than a little whore who loves being fucked, you hear me? You're nothing but a little whore. Your little whore body was made for this."

"Yes." Sansa whimpered through gritted teeth.

"You are mine."

"Yes."

Littlefinger filled her with his seed.

He pulled out, and she lay on the bed, limp.

Littlefinger went and fetched the king, who was waiting nearby.

Robert chuckled at the look on Littlefingers face, and said "Well, Wasn't that nice?"

Littlefinger nodded, before turning to look at the line of high lords waiting to fuck Sansa. Robert decided to watch as they plowed her cunt.

The first one entered the room, Lord Tywin. "Little dove." He whispered, and he kissed her cheek, her neck, her tits.

"You're a pretty little girl." He murmured.

He moved down to her tits and her belly, and her cunt. "So beautiful."

Tywin licked her cunt, and she whimpered.

"My dear." Tywin's cock was hard and ready.

He took her, and her cunt was tight, and so warm, and wet.

She was limp as he fucked her.

"Such a pretty little thing. A lovely little slut."

He filled her with his seed, and she lay still.

The next man was his son, Jaime Lannister. "Sansa, darling. I will fuck you and fill you with my seed."

Jaime was the same height as her, and he kissed her gently, and stroked her breasts.

He spread her legs, and his cock slipped in. He couldn't hold out and came inside her tight pussy instantly.

Thanks... whore he said and stood up for the next man...