Jon Targaryen, King of the Freys

Jon had fucked the Frey sisters repeatedly during his time at Riverrun, and they seemed to readily accept his attentions with a strange kind of enthusiasm. It had eventually gotten to the point where he had one of them attending to his cock at all times, often underneath the tables sucking him off as he conversed to Lord Edmure who was none the wiser. Eventually he decided that he would indeed make the visit to the Twins and meet the rest of the Frey horde.

The old Weasel Lord Walder was cantankerous old bastard, but even he knew better than to mistreat a Targaryen Prince. A great feast was thrown, just as Lady Walda had promised, with all the sisters and daughters of House Frey serving, and a great toast was raised, also as Walda promised. Jon raised a cup to his own lips as did all others, but unlike the rest he did not consume the wine.

The reaction was instantaneous. All of the men trembled and collapsed, vomit and blood rushing from their mouths as they gasped their last breaths. Jon poured his wine out casually and stood to survey the carnage. All of the women quickly gathered before him, heads bowed in submission and Jon smiled at the sight. Undoing his breeches, he presented his cock, and one after the other the women lined up to kiss it and pledge their loyalty. His victory complete, Jon took a seat in Walder’s old throne and called Fat Walda over, pulling the woman down to sit upon his cock.

Soon thereafter the Twins became a place of utter debauchery with near constant orgies being held every day. By the end of the month, every woman of House Frey had a Targaryen bastard within their bellies.