The Royals Settle In

"Hand of the King?" The reason for the King's visit was not exactly a secret, but hearing those words come out of his old friend's mouth was still a shock to Ned, sending him to one knee before his liege. "Oh stand up you bloody fool. You're not a white trying to suck my cock. Will you take the title or won't you?"

"Your Chambers milord" Robb said, swinging open a heavy oaken door deep in the castle. Prince Joffrey sauntered in, looking somewhat disdainfully at the cozy room before him complete with a crackling fire and a four-post bed with the curtains drawn.

"With the complements of the Starks." Robb said as he strode across the room and flung open the curtains of the bed, revealing a completely nude girl neatly trussed up on the bed, hog-tied with rope such that her creamy ass was pressed up and freely offered to the young prince.

A childish grin crept onto the prince's face as he saw his new gift. He pawed eagerly at the helpless girl's exposed cheeks, peppering them with hard slaps which elicited muted cries from the brunette beneath him. Flipping her over, he recognized the pretty girl he had seen talking to the older Stark girl, Jeyne was it? She had a gag roughly stuffed in her mouth. He yanked the rag out of the girl's mouth. He wanted hear her scream, but he couldn't help but wish those delectable Stark girls were bound alongside her.

Robb walked to the door, closing it as Joffrey fished his cock out of his pants, Jeyne Poole looking up with a mixture of fear and arousal. "I will see you at the banquet tonight. Enjoy your appetizer milord."

"Oh good evening milord." Sansa, nude and fresh from a bath, performed a mock curtsey as she laid out her dress for the banquet. Arya scoffed from the other side of the room, stripping off her ordinary tunic and pants for an embroidered gown. "Which do you think he'll take first, my pussy or my mouth? Do you think he'll bend me over during the feast, or maybe he won't even be able to wait, he'll pull me off to the side during the formalities and hike my skirts up."

Arya rolled her eyes, watching her sisters naked antics with bemusement. She could care less about the haughty prince who wouldn't give the younger daughter the time of day, though the princess who was standing next to him had caught her eye. Arya's hand drifted between her legs as she imagined sneaking under the skirts of the blonde, forcing the princess to cum while holding conversations with knights and lords.

"Arya!" Sansa cried. "Oh shut up you tart." Sansa felt a sudden pressure from behind as Arya shoved her down onto her bed. The smaller girl maintained weight as she climbed on top of her sister, roughly shoving two fingers in her pussy. "No prince can make you cum like I can right?"

She didn't need a reply as Sansa readily submitted, moaning into her bedsheets as Arya got properly to work.