Chapter 12
by si91
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After about a week of sailing, the Black Wind arrives in Lordsport on Pyke.
It drops anchor in the early morning. Just as it does so, you wake up. To be precise, you wake up next to the vessel's captain.
Much like every day for the past week, you awake in nothing but your thick cloth diapers. That is all Lady Asha is clad in, as well.
As this moment, she is still asleep. You lean forward and kiss her gently on the lips. At that, she begins to stir, and she soon opens her eyes. She smiles when she sees you above her. She gradually sits up and stretches, giving you a nice view of her gorgeous figure.
"Good morning, darling," she tells you sweetly.
"Good morning, captain," you say in response. Although you are more intimate with her than anyone in her crew, you still cannot help but be formal when addressing her. She does not seem to mind; it reasserts her authority in her heavily male-dominated society.
Asha reaches down and brushes her hand against the front of your diapers. She announces "Looks like I've a wet nappy to change."
Indeed; your padding is soaked with both urine and... cum. Given all the time you've spent with Asha in bed, you tend to stain your diapers more with the latter than the former.
Asha proceeds to change you. After removing your wet diaper and cleaning your private area, she pins you into a fresh new diaper. You've become accustomed to wearing them outside her cabin. Luckily, no one else has found out about them so far. You plan to keep it that way.
You follow Asha's lead and check her nappy, too. She is mostly dry, except for a spot above womanhood. That was simply the remnant of her own climax from last night.
You help Asha out of her diapers, but you do not put her into a new one. She only wears them in her chambers. Outside, she wears regular smallclothes. You cannot really complain; she is an Ironborn captain and a highborn lady. She has the right to wear whatever she pleases.
You and Asha then get dressed. As you slip your tunic and breeches over your diaper, you look to Asha and ask "Where are we off to now?"
"Pyke," she tells you. You know she means the castle. Still, it must be confusing; having a fortress and an island that go by the same name. "If you want, I could introduce you to my father. Or you could just get some rest while I see to business here."
You think on that. It would be an honor to meet the head of a Great House, but you are not certain how Lord Balon Greyjoy would react to a lowborn boy associating with his independent daughter. It would also be undeniably awkward for you to show up to that meeting in a diaper, even if Asha was the only one who knew that secret.
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Game of Mothers
Follow the story of a young man in Westeros who craves a mother's soothing caress.
This is a story about a quiet, lonely, orphaned male POV character in Westeros who misses surrendering to the warm, affectionate bosom of a mother he never knew. Little does he know that his deepest, most secret wish is about to be fulfilled by some of the most significant women on the continent, who desire an unusually close relationship with their new son.
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Updated on Dec 28, 2024
by si91
Created on Oct 4, 2018
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