The Broken Tower

Green vines crawl over the windows and across the floor of the top chamber of the the broken tower of Winterfell. Once the tallest watchtower in all the north, the building was abandoned after a fierce lightning strike destroyed the interior contents over a century ago. With no furniture, Ned Stark rests his hands and knees on his discarded garments as he spreads himself for your pleasure.

You mount the great lord from behind, enjoying the sight of his large mature ass taking your cock. Ned is tighter than you would have thought for his age, but it occurs to you that he has probably done very little of this sort of thing since he was much younger.

He takes your cock greedily, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he backs his ass into you for more. You grab the small ponytail on the back of his head as you fuck him silly, making him beg you for more in that gritty northern voice.

Suddenly…

“Father?!”

You turn to face the window, your cock still deep in Lord Stark’s ass. Young Bran Stark stands with one foot inside the tower and another still on the tower wall outside. The adventurous eighteen year old was known for his love of climbing, but you imagine he never expected him to stumble into something like this.

The look on Bran’s face was part shock, part confusion. “Father,” he says, his voice quivering. “Is the man hurting you?”

Ned wipes the drool from his mouth and collects his breath. “No, son, do not be afraid.”

Bran does not look convinced. “Why are you naked?” He asks innocently.

“It’s okay, son. He is not a bad man. I am… greeting our new guest. It is difficult to explain.”

Bran swings his other leg into the chamber. He seems to be more relaxed at his fathers insistence. “I understand, I think.” He says. “Is there any way I can help?”