Episode 4: The Spoils of War

"Thank you?" Meera asked, incredulous.

"For helping me," Bran replied, in the same emotionless tone.

"My brother died for you," the archer shot back, her voice shaking. How could he, after everything they'd been through, be so apathetic to her leaving. "Hodor and Summer died for you. I almost died for you." Her voice was caught in her throat, tears welling in her eyes. "I... I loved you."

Bran did nothing, just stared back at her.

A tear ran down Meera's cheek as anger welled up within her. Fueled by rage, she began ripping off her furs, tearing at the fabric until the coat fell off her young body, revealing her smooth breasts. They weren't particularly large, but they were perky and beautiful in their own right.

"Do you feel nothing for me!" Meera screamed, stepping closer to her friend, her companion. Her boobs shook as she spoke, jiggling in front of him.

Bran just stared back at her.

"I carried you, I fed you, I gave myself to you!" She was standing right in front of him now, her tits mere inches from his face. The nipples were hard from the cold northern air, only enhancing her beauty.

Bran said nothing, not even glancing at the supple flesh.

"I took you in my mouth! I rode you, Bran I-"

"I'm not really," Bran interrupted, still looking her in the eyes. "Not anymore. I remember what it felt like to be Brandon Stark. I even remember what it felt like to be inside of you. But I remember so much else now."

Meera could no longer contain the tears running down her face. They just came, pouring down her cheeks like a waterfall. "You died in that cave," she whimpered, admitting the cold truth to herself. Not waiting for a response, as she knew she wouldn't get one, Meera gathered her furs and left the Three Eyed Raven.

Brienne was struggling with her uncomfortable, restricting armor.

Normally, she would just have Pod do it, but not today. She just couldn't let him see her like this.

Finally, she managed to get her breastplate off, the metal falling to the ground with a loud crash. Her undershirt soon followed, leaving her chest bare. Thanking the gods for the privacy of her room, she ran her large hands over her breasts, rubbing and stimulating them. A low moan escaped her throat as she pinched on of her rock hard nipples. She couldn't believe how horny she was! She hadn't gotten this worked up over someone since Jaime and this was... was this even stronger?

The way the Stark girl had moved, the way she had fought. It was intoxicating. And when she had spun around to get up, her ass in the air! It had made Brienne feel warm all over, made her want to push the smaller girl down and... and...

Gods, what was she thinking! What would Sansa say if she knew her knight, her protector, had the hots for her sister! She could even imagine the disappointment on Catelyn Stark's face. Brienne of Tarth, sworn to protect both Stark children, wanted to fuck on of them.

But Brienne would worry about that later. Undoing the last buckle, her plated breeches fell to the floor, her panties soon joining them. Now completely naked, Brienne sat down on her bed, feeling the soft furs caress her skin. Lying down on her back, she closed her eyes and let her imagination go wild.

After a long day of training, the two of them would hit the baths. Arya wouldn't be ashamed of her body like Brienne, no she would strip proudly, showing off all she had to offer. Her ass would be juicy yet firm, her tits the perfect size for her body. Unlike Brienne's bush, the Stark girl's lower regions would be neatly trimmed and begging to be licked.

"Like what you see?" Arya would ask, noticing Brienne's obvious staring. She wouldn't mind though, she wanted it just as much as Brienne. She might even push out her bust, showing off like the confident woman she was.

The female knight's hand had drifted south, teasing her pussy lips, making circles around her clit. She hadn't touched herself since she arrived at Winterfell, and gods did it feel good.

"Well, take off your armor," Arya would ask. No, she wouldn't ask, she would command. "Let's see what you got under that armor."

Brienne slowly eased a finger in, softly moaning in response.

"Mmmmm, don't know why you're always hiding behind that armor," she would purr. "Come, let's bathe!" She would let Brienne walk in front of her, checking out her ass as they entered the baths. As soon as the door shut behind them, though, Arya would pounce on her prey. Despite being half her size, Arya would push her against a wall, kissing and groping her wildly.

Brienne squeezed her sensitive breasts as she shoved a second finger inside her cunt, fucking herself faster now.

That's how Arya would do it. Nothing about that girl was gentle. She would press the larger girl against the wall and shove her fingers in. She would-

"Lady, erm, Ser, are you sure you don't need your armor... AH!"

Brienne's eyes shot open as she was brought back to reality. Looking to the door, she saw Pod, his mouth agape. Recovering from his surprise, however, he looked away, covering his eyes with his hands. Such a gentlemen...

"I'm.. I'm s-s-so sorry Ser, I mean, Lady Brienne," he stuttered, his cheeks a bright red. Brienne moved to cover herself, but stopped, a perverted idea creeping into her head. While in King's Landing, she'd heard rumors of Pod's... abilities in bed. She had never looked at Pod in such a light, and admittedly still didn't, but he could be useful in other ways. Besides, fingers could only do so much.

"Pod," Brienne said calmly, spreading her legs. When he didn't respond, she barked "Podrick!"

The squire slowly lowered his hands and looked up, his eyes widening in shock.

"Now listen very carefully. This is a one time offer, and we will never speak of it again. Lower your breeches and fuck me, or leave me to my business."

It took a minute for Brienne's words to sink in, Podrick barely believing his own ears. Cautiously, he lowered his breeches, gingerly stepping out of them. Brienne had to admit, he was quite gifted. He had to be at least ten inches, maybe even a foot long! Slowly, the squire moved to the edge of the bed, Brienne's wet and willing body before him. The much larger woman spread her legs a bit farther apart in anticipation, her hands teasing her breasts. However, as he lined his cock up, he hesitated.

"Are you sure, milady? I don't want to-"

"Oh for fuck's sake, put it in!" Brienne shouted, annoyed. Pod didn't disappoint, shoving his length into her. She grunted in response, throwing her head back. She hadn't felt this full since her night with Jaime outside Riverrun. Pod's hesitance was gone now, as he began to really fuck his companion. She wasn't a virgin, but she was tight, only making the experience more pleasurable for the boy. He was good, and he knew it. In his mind, this was payback for all those times she knocked him down while training. As Brienne moaned and writhed on the bed, her thoughts drifted back to Arya. Closing her eyes, she saw her between her legs, pounding her with a strap on.

"You like that, don't you," Arya taunted, her tits shaking with every stroke. "Big Bad Brienne, now just my little bitch!" Brienne pushed back against the Stark's thrusts, practically begging for more. Any shame about fucking the girl she was sworn to protect was gone. All that mattered was the slut between her legs, stimulating every crevice of her hungry cunt.

Arya was speeding up, now completely sheathing her fake cock inside Brienne. "You gonna cum for me?" Arya teased, her fingers playing with the knight's clit. "Do it. Squirt for me, Brienne!"

"Gods, Arya!" Brienne moaned, arching her back as she reached her climax. She squirted all over Pod's dick, covering it in her juices. Months of pent up sexual energy poured out of her, leaking onto the floor. Luckily, the squire didn't hear Brienne say Arya's name, to caught up in his own pleasure. He was reaching his limit as well, and Brienne knew it.

"You better... huh... you better not cum inside me!" Brienne panted, glaring at him threateningly. Truthfully, she wanted to kick him out, not really feeling any attraction him. Sure, he was a true friend and a good squire, but not a lover. It would be cruel, though, to leave the poor boy with blue balls. And besides, he'd done a damn good job. He deserved his reward.

"Well, where do you want it?" Pod asked, still fucking her and barely holding it in.

"Well... I suppose my stomach," Brienne decided. It would be easiest to clean up.

Groaning, Pod pulled out and gave his cock a few final strokes. It was like someone tore down a dam. Load after load sprayed onto Brienne's stomach, covering her in his sticky juices. It seems Pod had some bottled up feelings as well. A few strands even landed on her breasts, slightly annoying the large knight.

"Thank you, milady, I mean, ser," Pod stuttered, the last few drops dripping out of his cock. "Really, this was incredible!" Still coming down from her orgasm, Brienne took two fingers and scooped up some of Pod's cum, bringing it to her lips. Not too bad, she thought. Maybe this wouldn't be a one time offer.

"Go get some rest Pod," Brienne ordered, giving him a small smile of affection. "We start training at first light."

"Of course milady," Pod replied, pulling up his pants and walking for the door. "Thank you, milady!"

Brienne gave him one last nod as he shut the door behind him. She just laid there for a few more moments, enjoying her post orgasm bliss. Then, groaning, she stood up and donned her underclothes again. Pissed that the garments would now have cum stains, she found a shirt and pair of pants. Putting her armor away, she left the room, making her way to the baths.

The bedroom was quiet for a few moments before a shadowy figure emerged from the closet.

"So," Arya said to herself, grinning, "Sansa's bodyguard has a crush on me." While she understood the political usefulness of her newfound knowledge, the thought also aroused her. Grinning evilly, Arya stealthily left the room, her pussy dampening.

"So, you took Highgarden," Margaery moaned, naked as the day she was born. She stood in front of a beautiful bed, fit for a lord. It was a stunning light green, with gold stitching and the Tyrell rose embroidered on the center. On it, looking quite pleased with himself, was Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, or rather, Lord Bronn of Highgarden. He was in a similar state of undress, his cock rock hard.

"That I did," Bronn replied, smiling and taking a drink of wine. "Wasn't even that hard." It was an Arbor red, one of Bronn's favorites.

"Oh, I bet it wasn't" Margaery purred, walking towards the sellsword. "Not for someone as strong as you." Climbing onto the bed, she crawled over to her new master. Her ass swayed as she approached him, making him even harder, if that was possible.

"Well, the Lannisters did help a bit," Bronn mused, spreading his legs to accommodate the gorgeous woman. "I don't want to take all the credit." Bronn had only seen the Tyrell princess a few times in King's Landing, and she'd never even given him a passing glance. Now here she was, wrapping her hand around his cock.

"But none were as strong as you," Margaery replied, taking the length in her mouth. She deepthroated him with ease, evidence of years of practice.

"Well, can't argue with that," Bronn sighed, taking another swig of wine. This was the life! He'd been in many mouths, but this had to be the best. How she worked her tongue, how she bobbed her head... Bronn was in heaven. Running his hands through her hair, he guided her head, easing her up and down his dick. The Tyrell seemed to be enjoying it, moaning as she debased herself. She was dripping wet, her juices leaking down her thigh.

Deciding to test his toy, Bronn pushed her all the way down his cock, getting balls deep in her diving throat. Margaery took it like a pro but was caught off guard when he held her there. Seconds felt like hours as he held her down, her drool accumulating on his balls. But she refused to gag, not wanting to upset her Lord. It took 30 seconds for her to finally beg for air, pushing back against his hand. He kept her for a few more precious moments before releasing her, enjoying her **** gasp for air. Then to Bronn's surprise, after a short recovery, Margaery went back to work, sucking like nothing had happened.

"Y'know," Bronn said after a few minutes, pulling her head off his cock. "I was thinking of sampling one of your other holes."

"Whatever the Lord of Highgarden wishes," Margaery purrs, giving his cock one last kiss before straddling his waist. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and soaking wet, her lips inflamed with need. She hovered over his length for a moment, teasing him, before slowly impaling herself. The way her labia split for the intruding member was insanely arousing, and coupled with Margaery's moans of bliss Bronn was surprised he didn't cum right there. He stuck it out though, watching as all eight inches sank into her quim.

"Gods, you feel so good!" Margaery groaned, gyrating her hips. Bracing her hands on his toned stomach, she began to bounce on his cock, her tits jiggling. Bronn reached out and grabbed on, squeezing and caressing it as Margaery served him.

"I see why all those blokes wanted to marry you," Bronn commented, lying back and enjoying the show.

"None were as big as you," Margaery replied, speeding up. Bronn was feeling that familiar tingle in his balls, and knew he was getting close.

"Oh, you gonna cum inside me," Margaery moaned, somehow knowing his climax was on its way. "Gonna fill me up?"

"At this rate, I will," Bronn groaned, grabbing her hips and guiding her.

"Oh fuck, GET UP," Margaery begged, closing her eyes. "Oh yes, GET UP, please, GET THE FUCK UP!"

"What the fuck are you on about?" Bronn asked, almost there.

"I said GET UP!" Jaime growled, kicking his snoring friend. Bronn awoke with a start, looking disoriented and disappointed.

"What but, she, you," Bronn babbled, before hanging his head in defeat. "Ah fuck it, nothing good ever happens to ol' Bronn."

"You'll get your money," Jaime replied, assuming he was complaining about his payment. "Now c'mon, we've still got a few days until we get to King's Landing.

"Aye aye," Bronn replied, getting up and donning his armor, the memory of his night with Margaery slowly fading from his memory.