Epilogue: The Queen of Slaves

Robb thrust a last time, silencing her moans with a kiss. Fucking a wildling girl had special appeal, and he always sought out Gilly when he was in the mood for a wild, uninhibited and rough fuck. She was good. With a groan, he released his semen in her snatch.
He rolled of her, but pulled her towards him to cuddle her. She was just adorable, he couldn't help it. After a while, he noticed she had fallen asleep. He got up, put another blanket over Gilly and left the room. It was late already, the only sounds came from the storm outside. Robb enjoyed being alone from time to time, so he wandered around the castle for a while before he went to the Lord's chambers. He expected his wife to sleep, but he found her awake. It took him a moment to realize what was going on: Margaery had brought his three sex slaves, Cersei, Daenerys and Sansa, to the bedroom. They were all naked and kneeling on the floor next to the bed.
"Robb", Margaery purred. "I've prepared a little surprise for your last night."
The raven had arrived today, summoning the armies of Westeros to the North. The White Walkers were moving, and the Long Night was upon them. Robb would leave Winterfell tomorrow, and did not know whether he would return.
Robb walked towards his slaves, already getting hard again. He noticed that their hands were bound behind their backs, and they had leather straps around their heads. Curious, he grabbed Sansa's head and looked closer - the leather strap held a metal ring in her mouth, keeping it open and making her drool. She looked at him with big eyes.
"You like it?", Margaery asked.
"I'm impressed", Robb said. "Where did you get these... things?"
"Oh, I asked the blacksmith to make them. We had them in Highgarden."
Robb grinned and opened his pants. He walked over to Cersei and shoved his cock deep into her drooling mouth, making her gag and twitch. "Enjoy it", Margaery said with an erotic smirk. "When you're done, you can have my butt."