Bran and Myrcella

Bran chased his wife up the stairs to his room, following the procession of knights and lords. Bran was lucky to even have legs, or to be alive at all! When climbing in Winterfell, Bran had suffered a fall. While he lost his memories of that day, he miraculously kept both his legs and his life.

But that was all behind him now. Currently, it was Bran's new wife that concerned him. Soon, they were both inside his chambers, and Bran got his first look of his nude bride. Myrcella had lost all her clothes during the bedding, and stood proudly in the center of the room. Her skin was flawless, her golden locks falling down her back. But it was her smile that drew Bran's eye. Her infectious, carefree, perfect smile.

"Alright, let's give the kids some room!" Mace Tyrell, who was obviously drunk, yelled, motioning for everyone to leave. Soon, it was just the two of them, and Bran was at a loss for words.

"Your shorter than I thought you'd be," Myrcella said matter of factually, turning and walking toward the table.

"What?" Bran asked, caught off guard.

"Well, the first time we met was when we were saying our vows. I'm just saying I thought you would be taller. I thought all northern men were tall." It was true, this really was the first real conversation they'd ever had. Bran hoped she wasn't disappointed.

"Well, some northern men are tall. Some aren't," Bran said lamely, not sure what to say to such a beautiful girl.

"Interesting," Myrcella said, pouring herself a glass of wine. He skin was tan, as she'd just got back from Dorne, and it shone in the candlelight. "Sit on the bed." The command surprised Bran, so much so that he followed it without question. Turning to face him, Myrcella had the face of a predator, and Bran was her prey.

"I learned a lot in Dorne," Mycella said seductively, taking a sip of wine. "They taught me all about the art of pleasure. How to please a man." Bran's eyes widened. "If you were hoping for a virgin, doe-eyed bride, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"N-n-n-no, no, you could never be... disappointing," Bran stuttered as Myrcella drew closer.

"That's good," Myrcella purred, sipping her wine, "Because I think we're gonna have a lot of fun together." Now standing inches from Bran, she handed him the wine glass. "Drink."

Bran again did so without hesitation, grabbing the goblet and taking a large sip. It was a Dornish Red, and made Bran's head spin. A bit dizzy, Bran almost didn't notice his pants being unlaced. Before he could protest, his erect member was out in the open.

"Tyene showed me how to do this," Myrcella teased, kissing the head before wrapping her lips around it. Bran moaned, taking another sip of wine as Myrcella went to work. She was an expert, bobbing her head up and down his shaft. Bran almost came then and there, but he knew he had to save it for her fertile womb. The Lannister princess didn't make it easy, deep throating his cock and massaging his balls. By the time she pulled off, Bran was barely holding on.

"Now it's your turn," Myrcella whispered, grabbing the wine glass and climbing onto the bed. Smiling, she laid on her back and spread her legs. Her slit was immaculate, a tight little pink flower. Seductively, she poured some of the wine down her stomach, the sweet liquid pooling in her pussy. "Come and get it."

Bran didn't need to be told twice. He had heard about this sort of thing from Theon, and roughly knew what to do. Diving his tongue inside her, he drank the mix of **** and arousal. The princess' body shook as Bran lapped away, savoring every drop. He quickly learned she liked it when he sucked on her clit, and soon she was wild with lust.

"Lower, Bran," she murmured, pushing his head down. Bran was confused, but complied, only to find he was face to face with his wife's puckered little asshole. Wordlessly, Myrcella poured some more wine down her body, the red nectar flowing down her crack and soaking her tightest hole. Bran got the hint and, to aroused to care, began eating her ass. He pushed his tongue in and out, eliciting moans from his wife. The **** was making them both drunker, and they both knew they needed more. Standing up, Bran lined his cock up with her wet pussy.

"No, no," Myrcella groaned, locking eyes with Bran, "The other one."

"But I -" Bran began, but was interrupted.

"There will be other times to make children. Right now I want you to fuck me in the ass!" Bran couldn't say no to that, and thrust into his wife's tightest hole. She screamed as he penetrated her, spilling the rest of the wine all over her breasts. Still fucking her ass, Bran leaned forward and drank it off her chest.

This was the last straw for Myrcella, and she came, squirting all over Bran's chest. Bran lasted quite a while longer, bringing his wife to a second orgasm before he deposited his seed deep in her ass. His cream filled her insides, some overflowing and dripping onto the bed. Pulling out with a pop, Bran collapsed onto the bed.

"You'll do," Myrcella muttered as the pair fell asleep, both dreaming of what round two would be like.