The Godswood

You decide to use your newfound energy to take a walk in the beautiful forest of Winterfell.

The forest is beautiful in the dim light of dawn. Your walk takes you to the very heart of the godswood, it is here that you hope to see the heart tree that you have heard of.

Finally you see the thick white branches in the distance. As you walk closer to the heart tree, you notice a strange sound coming from the other side of the enormous trunk. A deep voice, it almost sounds like a moan.

As you creep around the heart tree, you are shocked by the sight before you. Ned Stark leans back against the trunk, his hands holding the back of a young mans neck as the boy fellates the lords cock in the back of his throat.

“Theon…” Eddard pants. “You are a perfect whore, boy. Serve me like the cockslave you are.”

This Theon is wearing the strangest outfit you have ever seen. Dark leather straps cross around his chest and back, exposing bare skin to the cold northern wind. Black shorts of the same material barely cover his dignity below, tightly hugging the curves of his buttocks.

He makes no reply to Lord Stark and continues to swallow the northern lords cock obediently.

Your heart catches in your throat when Ned’s eyes suddenly meet yours. You mentally prepare your excuses and apologies, until Ned’s face breaks into a grin.

“Your Grace,” he says, casually pulling Theon from his cock and pushing him to the floor. “I see you are enjoying the godswood. Forgive me, I did not expect to see you so early in the day.”

Ned let’s his cock hang over his trousers, leaking precum. You find yourself unable to form words, your eyes going to the young man in leather squirming on the ground.

“Do not mind my ****,” he says, noticing the concern in your eyes. “He is iron born. The evil Lord Baelon Greyjoy gave me his son as payment for his atrocities during the rebellion. He belongs to me now.”

Ironborn. Your pity for the young man starts to lessen. You still remember the terrible things the iron islanders did on the shores of Parre, they are a savage evil people. You have to admit, seeing the son of Baelon Greyjoy be shamed like this is somewhat pleasing.

You tell Ned that you did not mean to interrupt, and that you will leave him to his ****.

“You are a guest in my house, Your Grace, and your presence is an honour for me.” Ned bows. “If it will make your stay in Winterfell more enjoyable I would be happy to offer my **** to you for the duration of your visit. He is well-trained and obedient, I can promise you that, and would make an excellent bed companion. Unless of course he is not your type?”