The Mountain

You dream. In the dream, you're sat with the King and Lady Sansa. Only the King is dressed. With a snap of his fingers, you and Sansa stand, and you notice that both of you are heavy with child. Little beads of milk drip from your milk-laden udders and Sansa closes in with you to start kissing before the King snaps his fingers again, revealing his hard cock.

You feel a sudden chill, and a different King sits on the Throne. He looks strong, Northern. You and Sansa are still naked and pregnant, but a heavy metal collar surrounds your necks.

The air becomes hot, and the one sitting on the Throne is a Valyrian woman. Violet eyes and pale white hair. Naked and chained like you, with masked men wearing the symbol of a Harpy roughly grope and assess the three of you.

And then the whole room becomes black. The one on the Throne is... it is Stannis! With him, the fabled Red Witch makes flames dance in the darkness and gestures you over to serve the King.

The pair of you kneel and move to-

-the rooster outside crows and you reluctantly rise to see a new day. What sort of dream was that?!

~○~

You made the decision to dress in House Devinn colours. A bright pink dress with white trimming. It left your shoulders bare and if you were honest, would easily let your large breasts escape. You also wore your hair up to show off your lovely neck.

You arrived at the Tournament grounds with your son in his armour, ready to meet with Ser Brom in the House Devinn tent and male the switch. The man hadn't revealed how he would win, but thinking about rewarding was affecting you strongly.

Which put you in the wrong frame of mind when you entered to find Ser Brom in mortal peril. A dark haired Dornishman was standing in the tent holding a short sword to your knight's neck. He wore orange trousers with a light yellow shirt. He slowly looked over to you, staring with interest at you, before narrowing his gaze on your son. He then raised a spear to your throat while a Dornishwoman appeared out of nowhere putting your son to sleep with a timely blow to the head.

"So, you are having a ringer posing as your son, riding against the Mountain. I don't see how he could have beaten Loras. And I don't think he really has what it takes to ride against the murderous Mountain. Or the desirebto kill him as I do. So I will offer you one choice; give me your son's helmet and armour so I can take his place, or die right now."

You turned to look at Ser Brom, who seemed very put upon. Your son was already having his armour removed. From what the man said, he could only be Oberyn Martell.

"I... made promises to this man... if you really must... have this duel... I would... would ask you remove my son from here so I can... make amends for this hiccup, and assure him I will male good on my offer tonight." Ser Brom's eyebrows shot up and Prince Oberyn looked between you again before breaking out into laughter.

"Oh! Well, perhaps I might make an appearance later if I get what I want here. We won't interrupt you." He quickly put in the armour and the woman gave you a look before taking your son from the tent.

was Aedan going to try Dornish today?

~○~

You let your dress drop to the floor. Ser Brom devoured your fat tits and plump pussy with his eyes.

"I promised you a night if you could defeat the Mountain. I promised you my arse if you unhorsed the Knight of Flowers. Right now, the Mountain will be defeated and the world will believe it was my son. You have more than upheld your part, so while we wait... I'm going to give you an early sample of what you earned."

You take his cock into your mouth while one of your hands holds and caresses his hairy nutsack. After some long, lingering sucks, you wrap his hard length with your large breasts. He groans at the soft onslaught, especially when you lean forward to lick the piss slit at the tip of his dick.

He seemed in no hurry, in no mood to rush you. But you were in a rush to feel him inside you, stretching your cunt open with each thrust.

Rising up, you straddle the man who's helped raise House Devinn up and drastically improve your son's standing in King's Landing. His cock fills you and you blissfullynforget about being blackmailed, about working as a whore, about strange dreams. All that matters is the cock inside you.

~○~

You wait for the match to end, cleaning yourself up as much as you can. When the horn sounded for a winner, you and Ser Bronn waited in anticipation for the Prince. Ser Brom tried to assure you that between his connectionswith the Hand of the King and it being Prince Oberyn riding againat the Mountain, it's actually far less dangerous than if it had been him riding. The curtain flap opened, revealing the Dornishman with a bag of gold. The Prize Money! He hands it to you.

"I wish I killed that bastard today, but there will be another chance for that. I managed to deliver a good blow to his bollocks, he won't be recovering from that. So, here is the gold that your son won. He is goikg to be seen celebrating his victory with my daughters. I have my Ellaria to see, but I will definitely see you again." He walked away without looking at Ser Brom.

"I believe... I need to appear before the King as we celebrate. But..." and you slid your hand down his trousers to grip his spent cock. "This will be revisting my holes tonight. And my arse." You felt him twitch and smiled as he nodded before you left to attend the celebrations.