Epilogue: The Last Dragon

Robb didn't know what had woken him up for a moment. Then, reality flooded his mind, and he realized his cock was hard, and more importantly, surrounded by something wet and warm. He looked down. Through the dim morning light, he saw the silver-blonde hair of his wife Daenerys, who was eagerly sucking him. She paused for a moment and looked up, tried to give him a naughty smile despite the cock in her mouth, then continued. Robb let out a happy sigh. She was good.

He looked to his right, where {if sansa_lover=1}his beautiful sister was sleeping peacefully, one breast covered by a pale hand that belonged to Gilly, who was spooning Sansa{else}Gilly was sleeping peacefully{endif}. Robb turned his head and saw Sera sleeping on top of Margaery to the other side. It had been a wild night. Today, he would ride North, to follow the King's summon. The White Walkers were on the move, and the Long Night was upon them. It had been the first time to invite all his lovers to his bed at the same time, and it had been amazing. A good last night at home, he thought, sad that he would not have any of them in the cold nights to come. Maybe Melisandre would accompany the host.
Without warning, he came, filling Daenerys up with his semen. She swallowed dutifully and licked his shaft clean. "Winter is coming after all", she said and rested her head on his stomach. Robb happily looked to the other girls who were still asleep. The sun was rising, but there was still time. One more hour of peace before duty calls, he thought and closed his eyes again.