Wolf Pup

“I told my sister about making babies,” Bran said as he beckoned her to come forth. “Since she likes you.”

Her auburn hair glinted in the firelight like a river of burnished bronze trailing down her back. Her eyes captured the waves of the ocean in such small confines. It was bewitching. Aegon’s eyes ran up and down her curvy figure, admiring the way her body pleasantly filled out her evening gown. He was mesmerized by the seemingly endless expanse of creamy cleavage presented by her gown, her full breasts proudly bouncing with each stride. He lavished his attention downward to Sansa’s slender thighs, noting the creamy complexion of her skin, the alabaster hue tinted by the faint light from candles. All to say that Aegon was tempted.

“Sansa, I don’t know under what pretense your brother brought you here, but…” His words were interrupted by her embrace. Her breasts pressed against him. He inhaled the intoxicating aroma wafting from Sansa’s pleasing figure, reminding him of the gardens in the Red Keep.

“Your Grace, I want to be blessed. I want to make the king happy. I was born into this life to serve you in every way I can. I want to make babies with you,” she cried into his shoulder. When he looked at Bran, he waved Aegon goodbye as he left through the window. He didn’t know whether to kill Bran or to ensure he becomes Lord Commander of the Kingsguard for helping give away his sister.

“Are you sure? Your father collapsed from sickness. I don’t want to take advantage of your sorrow,” Aegon asked as he felt blood rushed to his member. It was taking massive restraint and slight guilt for Aegon to remain calm against the young woman.

“I need you,” the tears trailed down her cheeks as she looked into his lavender pupils. “I just want to forget. I don’t expect you to … marry me. I’m not that stupid,” she said with a small smirk breaking through her frown.

“I pray you do. And if you do, I’ll gladly accept and we can have babies with your silver hair and - ” She realized she was rambling and shoved her head back into his chest. “I just want to pretend to be queen. I want to pretend to be carried away by the king.”

He placed her hand on her head and let her sob into his tunic. He took a deep breath before they locked their eyes together. “I will treat you like my Queen for one night. You won’t regret it.” The wolf pup had her cheeks coloured the same brilliant auburn as her locks. He leaned in to capture her mouth into his lips. It must have been her first kiss, so he started with a mere peck before his tongue invaded her mouth. It played in her inexperienced mouth as her tongue offered meek resistance. His saliva stung Sansa with the burn of **** which seemed minor compared to the euphoria of her mouth being dominated. She had practiced with Jeyne before, but this was a different monster. Only when she began to feel lightheaded, did Aegon unlatch from her.

They both collected their breaths as drool dripped down their chins. “Sansa, my love,” he spoke exuding the comforting warmth only a husband could provide, “take off your clothes for me. I want to see your beautiful body.”

She averted her gaze before she spoke. “Can you … ummm … take off your clothes, your … I mean … Aegon …”

“Dirty little girl, aren’t you?” He jested as he threw off his tunic. She pushed the strap of her dress onto her shoulders as she peeled her dress down. She stood in awkward silence as she let to bountiful breasts spring free from their cloth confines. The springs of auburn hair lightly coloured the top of her pink flesh. Her gaze shifted to her feet in embarrassment unable to investigate the specimen before her. She felt Aegon’s hands on her own as he lifted them and she pre-emptively recoiled. She was surprised when her fingertips were meat with a flat but hard surface. When she opened her eyes, she realized Aegon had shifted her hands to his muscled pecs.

“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Use your fingers to explore my body if you feel too queasy to use her eyes.”

“Thank you, Aegon,” she returned as she moved her fingers along. He felt so warm. She reasoned it must have been his Targaryen blood coursing in his veins. The same blood that exempted him from the Seven to do as he pleases. Her fingers moved up and out as she felt his shoulders, his arms, his neck. He felt so strong like what she imagined a knight to be. He moved down to his abdomen where he accidentally giggled. She opened her eyes to examine the spot and looked right into his eyes. His abs were especially sexy and impressive. Something she could not stop to drool over but a hint of playfulness hit her mind.

She tickled the prince who giggled once again despite his attempt to remain stoic. His body recoiled away as he showed his more human side much to his annoyance. “Stop, Sansa,” he protested, “I’m going to start tickling you as well.”

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to have some fun,” she giggled as she looked into his lavender eyes. She leaned her head as she tilted her head to the side. “I’m ready. Aegon. I want you to take my maidenhead. Make me into a woman.”

“Sit on the middle of the bed,” Aegon ordered, “I’ll make you feel good.”

Aegon leaned in close getting a much better view of her bountiful tits. His tongue slithered out to her left nipple a lick, causing Sansa to shudder. He shifted to the other nipple and couldn’t help himself as he took the small nipple in his mouth and started to gently suck on it. He alternated between each breast commenting, “You have the tits to nurse a hundred babes. Your husband will be blessed with strong children.”

“Thank you,” she moaned as her fingers wrapped into Aegon’s hair. In the meanwhile, Aegon’s fingers pushed her thighs open so that they could explore inside of her. His fingers massaged their way inside of her as he noted where her G-spot was from the way she flinched. He began to rhythmically tap into her as he continued to lick her areola. His thumb pressed into her clit as he flicked it sending shocks into her spine. Again and again, she moaned breathlessly as the avenues of pleasure kept accelerating. It was an entirely new feeling as the pleasure soured into her mind.

“Aegon, I … something … uh …. ugh … ah … AHHHH,” she screamed as he came all over his fingers. Her first orgasm brought her whole body to shudder as she squirms from his touch. “That felt … so good,” she said as she tried to collect her breath.

“You came. It's called _cumming _and I will make you cum even more,” he said as her eyes widened.

“Bless me,” she said as Aegon lined his thick cock up along her cunt. Aegon prodded at the new well-lubricated cunt, but he knew it was going to be a tight fit.

“All right Sansa, this is going to hurt a bit since it’s your first time, but the pain should go away. Do you trust me?”

“I do,” she said as she closed her eyes. Aegon took that as a vote of confidence as he started to thrust into her. He watched how her cunt slowly push aside for the invading flesh stick causing her to wince and grunt in pain. When his head finally slipped completely inside of her, her eyes crinkled as she stopped the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

Sansa winched and writhed in pain as Aegon continued his small pushes inside of her. His chin lay pressed onto her shoulder as she embraced him. His warmth made the pain bearable as he finally reached her hymen. “All right Sansa one last push, brace yourself.”

She nuzzled her head into his neck as he pushed past her hymen. Aegon withheld a scream of pleasure while Sansa had to do the same but in pain. It pressed up against her cervix, but Aegon decided not to fill her for fears of her discomfort. They lay there for a little time before Arslan started pulling out letting the blood flow with it. His cock was covered with blood while some of it flowed out. “If anyone were to ask, you lost your hymen while horseriding,” he said feeling the twinge of guilt. “Your husband may question you on it. I’m sorry.”

“I’ve given my maidenhead to the king. What’s there to be sorry about?” She smiled despite her pain.

Aegon started with small gentile thrusts, as he pecked at her neck with a hundred different kisses. Sansa gave her first lustful moan as she held his head tightly. “Go … ugh … a little faster,” to which he happily obliged. He gave longer strokes as he pushed into her gorging her cunt with each stroke. She moaned again and again until she felt the feeling return to her. “I’M COMING,” she screamed as she squirted all over her pelvis. She tried collecting her breath as she heard the audible pop from her sobbing cunt.

“That was amazing, Aegon,” she said in between frequent breaths.

“I know, but I’m yet to finish myself. Could you get on your hands and knees and turn around?” She happily obliged as she turned around leaving her ass in the air. “By the Seven, you have an ass and hips fit to bear the strongest seed. If you bear any less than seven children, it is a mockery to the gifts the Maiden gave you,” he proclaimed as he played with her plentiful behind.

“Thank you, Aeg-” she got out before he plunged his cock into her. This time there was little in the way of pain as he held onto her waist thrusting madly into her. Each stroke sent her ass flying back into his hips. “Oh gods,” she moaned as his testicles smashed against her clitoris sending jolts flying into her spine. It was the most pleasure she had ever felt as she felt his pace quicken. Aegon felt his limit arriving as he continued to thrust inside of her. Look at how beautiful she looked and how good she felt, he wanted to empty inside of her like he did Cersei. To give her a chance at carrying his royal bastard. But his brain told him to pull out as he risked angering the North by stealing their crown jewel like his father once did.