The Princess and the Whore

Ygritte was deeply unimpressed by Lyonel's sister. A bit amused, but deeply unimpressed. The girl was everything she imagined a Southern princess to be. Pretty and pampered, yes, but also very arrogant, condescending and cruel, and it took all of Ygritte reminding herself that this is the sister of the man she loves, so that she wouldn't lose her temper. And then, the girl dismissed all the guards and took the woman to her room, secluding themselves from the rest of the castle. Is she that naive or is she just that arrogant to do that? Ygritte wondered. If this was any other girl who dared to order me around like that, I'd have snapped her pretty little neck and would already be on my merry way.

After that came the princess' order to undress. Now that did surprise the Wildling. Aren't all these Southern ladies supposed to be prim and proper prudes, who feint at the mere sight of an ankle? Why then such an order? Maybe her tastes do not differ that much from her brother. The naughty thought came unbidden to the Wildling's mind.

"And why would I do such a thing?" Ygritte drawled, checking out the room. Now that they were left alone for the first time, she decided it was beyond time to show the brat who would be in charge, no matter what her brother said.

Myrcella, meanwhile, was utterly shocked. None of her other toys had ever dared to talk back to her before, much less a foreign barbarian. "You will do so because I command it! My brother gave you to me!" the princess declared with steam already rising in her voice.

"Very well then. I would do it."

"You would?" Myrcella asked, surprised, before composing herself. "Of course you will."

"Of course I would," Ygritte mimicked mockingly, pushing the princess evermore to the edge. "If you do it first." The Wildling grinned, confident that the little lady would never engage in such behaviour.

"What?!" Myrcella screamed, her voice high pitched at the ridiculous proposition. "Why would I do that?"

"Tut, tut, tut, princess. You know, if you are going to be such a prude, you would never find a good man. Men hate prudes like you. Your brother is the best man out there, and even he wouldn't take me into his service if I acted like you. Fortunately, I had a lot of services to offer, and your brother really liked them."

That was the final straw. The red line. Ygritte had meant to anger the princess, but she did too fine of a job, unwittingly hitting the princess' most self-conscious thoughts; the fact that she has never been close to a man apart from her brothers (why are men so terrified of her anyway?) and her ever increasing attraction to her big brother (which was totally just a fantasy. It's not wrong to just think about that stuff right?). But the worst things was the Wildling's insinuation about her brother. Her brother, even stuck in that icy hellhole of a wall, would never debase himself to sleeping with this lowborn, wildling hick! The hussy must be spreading these gross rumours, destroying her brother's good name!

Myrcella had to take care of this problem, now. Filled with anger, her first instinct was to jump at the smirking bitch and tear her hair out, but that probably won't be the smartest thing to do. But no matter. When she was old enough to attend the court, there were other ladies who had to be shown their place. And the most important rules were to always show that you are not fazed, and not only meet, but one up whatever challenge they throw at you.

With that, much to Ygritte's utter surprise, Myrcella began to strip, her anger subduing any shame she might have otherwise felt. Fortunately, the dress she wore today was a simple one, chosen for its revealing nature, so that her brother would have a little treat after spending so much time away with uglier women. Her chemise followed her dress, and then came the small clothes. Soon Myrcella Baratheon stood completely naked in front of a stranger. Her blonde hair streamed down to her waist, framing her face with her hard, emerald eyes. Her breasts stood pale and erect, nipples standing at attention. Myrcella's first instinct was to cover them with her hands, but that would be a sign of submission. Instead, she jutted them out, proud that they were significantly bigger than the Wildling's, despite her being almost a decade older.

However, Myrcella was most proud of the smooth triangle between her legs, devoid of even a single hair. She knew that it was an **** rarity in the realm. Most women can't afford the equipment to shave, while even those who can don't do it out of piety, seeing shaving as a sign of vanity and wantonness. But one day her mother came and said "the gods don't care what's in between your legs. Only men do, and this is what men like." Since that day, Myrcella had her handmaidens shave her, taking more pleasure out of it than she knew she should have, and knowing that she already possessed a one up on most other women in Westeros. In fact, now that she was naked anyway, the princess decided to show off, shame be damned, and spread her legs a little. And immediately crossed them back, face completely red, as she felt several drops of juice run down her legs.

Ygritte, meanwhile, circled the princess like a vulture, smirking openly. Well she isn't much at all, the redhead thought. Sure her tits are bigger than mine, but that'll make drawing a bow all the harder. And not a single muscle on her arms, not a single scar on her body. Any man will see her and know that she's a weakling who wouldn't survive one Winter after childbirth... then again, these Southerners do have their queer tastes. I wonder what Lyonel thinks of these soft women?

Her thoughts were then interrupted by the princess. "Well?" Myrcella demanded, trying to keep her voice casual, as if baring her nakedness to a stranger was an everyday occurrence. "I granted your request. I laid myself bare, now you follow suit. I can't have a lady of my court wearing sheepskin like a barbarian."

Ygritte bared her strong, white teeth. If the princess wants her naked, then so be it. She'll be in for a surprise! With none of the grace the Myrcella showed, Ygritte took off her 'sheepskin' that covered her top, showing off her breasts with their nipples as red as her hair. However, she also felt self-conscious now that she's standing breast to breast with the princess and realized that hers were quite a bit smaller. To make up for it, Ygritte subtly flexed her lean, hardened hands, and a pale scar on her shoulder where a Thenn arrow once pierced her, one of her many honourable scars. Looking up, she was satisfied at the horrified expression of the Southern lady.

Then, Ygritte removed her thick pants. Myrcella smirked with her clean-shaven arrogance at the sight of the red bush that popped up. The smirk fled almost as quickly as it rose however, as she realized what was on it. Loads and loads of strong-smelling white liquid matted the Wildling's red bush, her lower lips, her thighs and more. As Myrcella watched on, Ygritte squirted out another gollop of that stuff out between her legs, which slowly ran down her legs.

The princess was flabbergasted. "Is... is that...?"

The Wildling smiled back cruelly. "Oh yes, your brother has been very kind to me. Just this morning he gave me this little gift."

Much as Myrcella wanted to deny it, she knew in her heart (and her loins) that the Wildling was telling the truth. The immense quantity of the stuff, the sheer smell of... of masculinity, she knew nothing could produce such results except her brother's exceptional cock.

And somehow, this barbarian has now taken what's rightfully hers.

"You harlot!" she squealed, while putting all of her strength into her tiny fist and punching the smirking Wildling in the face. Ygritte, who, in her utter underestimation of the princess, was caught completely off guard and fell to the floor.

The nude princess strode forward and grabbed Ygritte's bright red curls as hard as possible and lifted her head, before slapping her a couple of times. "He's mine! He's mine, hear that you whore?"

Myrcella was not sure what kind of response she would get from the fallen woman... but a moan of pleasure wasn't one of them. Is this slut enjoying this? Well in that case...

Myrcella glanced at the nubile form of the red head sprawled across her floor. Tentatively, she reached out and firmly grasped a swollen, red nipple. And twisted it. Hard. "Tell me you understand! Say that Lyonel's mine!"

"He's yours! He's yours!" the Wildling replied quickly. With those words she realized just how far Lyonel has broken her. She could still take charge of the situation, break the little princess' arm like a twig. But she didn't want the pain or the pleasure to end.

Myrcella, meanwhile, was reveling in her newfound power. She grasped Ygritte's other nipple as well, and tugged hard, causing the red head to scream and quickly clamber to her feet. The two naked young women stared at each other, and despite the difference in age and strength, it was very clear who was the more dominant between the two.

Dominant though she may be, Myrcella didn't really know how to proceed. Apart from some chaste kisses and hasty touches with her bed maids under covers, she really had no sexual experience at all, and no did she want to spread any such rumours in the always gossip hungry court. But she knew that she has already gone too far with the Wildling, and even if she were to say something to the people at the keep, who would believe a barbarian over the royal princess? With that logic in mind, as well as her anger and the stench of her brother's cum clouding her head, Myrcella decided to indulge in her desires.

With a shove, Myrcella shoved Ygritte into her bead.

"What-" the red head began to say.

"Shut up!" the young lioness roared and slapped the Wildling for good measure.

Satisfied at the obedience she received, Myrcella slowly knelt and pushed the Wildling's legs apart, revealing her messy cum drenched cunt. That should have been mine the princess thought bitterly. And one day it will. Until then, I'll take what's rightfully mine from this slut.

The princess bowed her golden head near the Wildling's red pubed cunt and inhaled deeply, filling her body with her brother's smell. Then, she began to feast.

She started slowly, working up through the Wildling's shapely legs, where streaks of cum were rolling down. She put each of Ygritte's toes into her mouth, sucking out every ounce of cum, before slowly moving upwards, through the shins, thighs and finally her pussy, licking everything up meticulously. She sucked on clumps of red cunt hair, until they were free of the white liquid that coated them and gleamed shiny red with royal spit. After hesitating only for a moment, Myrcella put her hand into Ygritte, pushing her fingers as deep as they would go, to scoop up any remaining cum, before greedily cramming her cum and pussy juice coated fingers into her mouth.

After what felt like an eternity, Myrcella unsteadily got to her knees while clutching her stomach. All the cum she had eaten seemed to have made her visibly swollen. Looking up, she saw Ygritte in a pure state of bliss, which made her angry at herself and her toy. This bitch had stolen her brother's cum and, in the process of getting it back, she had basically rewarded her again.

"Get up!" Myrcella demanded sharply, before kicking the Wildling near her crotch. Her toy soon got to her feet.

Amused, Myrcella slumped onto a nearby chair and spread her legs. "Your turn," she said, in a voice that would harbour no further arguments.

The wildling quickly took her rightful place between Myrcella's legs and began to administer her in a far more skilled tongue. Myrcella sighed in pleasure, pushing the red head deeper into her cunt while imagining it to be her brother.

"You will never again fuck Lyonel, understand?"

"Yes."

"PRINCESS!" the lioness roared.

"Yes princess," Ygritte replied to her cunt, and a satisfied Myrcella noticed how she quailed under her hand. Sooner or later, she always broke those who stand in her way.

She wondered if she should say the other demands in her mind, or if that was too forward. Then she realized that the Wildling was literally munching on her cunt, and propriety has long fled her room. "Instead, you will help me in getting to fuck him? Your reason for existence is to have us fuck. Understand? And of course you will tell him none of what happened right now."

"Yes princess."

Happy and pleasured, Myrcella squirted on another woman's face for the first time, though certainly not last.

Of course, Ygritte lied. Partially. No matter how submissive she felt towards Myrcella, Lyonel was her true master, and she would report him about this encounter as soon as she met. But that doesn't mean she can fulfill the princess' demands either. In fact, telling Lyonel might make it happen far sooner than later. Ygritte didn't even bat an eye at the thought that this was ****, an idea which she would have been utterly repelled by mere months ago. But just like with Myrcella, propriety has long since abandoned Ygritte and she happily let her head be filled with fantasies of wild threesomes with the two siblings as she continued to lick the Princess' unusual, clean shaven cunt.