Tasting Power

As the group moved through the Riverlands Jon took it upon himself to speak with as many of the local villagers and farmers as possible. He sat with them, listened to their complaints, their praises, and gave them utmost assurances that he would speak with his father to aid them on such matters. He also gave coin where he felt that it was desperately needed, though he knew he could not give away all that they had brought with them. The experience seemed to make him grow in the commonfolks eyes, and where he could he tried to speak against the bandit brotherhood.

Each morning he awoke to Loras’ mouth over his cock, and never left his bed without releasing at least two loads down the hungry Tyrell’s throat. The Knight seemed addicted to his seed, and for Jon’s part he was beginning to find himself unable to go long without putting his cock into the needy young man. He also noticed that a good majority of his followers were in service to the Tyrells and there was a strange atmosphere in the camp, it gave him a strange feeling he couldn’t quite define.

They were stopped in a small village halfway between Riverrun and the Twins following the lead of a bandit trail when Jon found himself in an unusual situation. There was little by way of tavern or inn for them to stay in, but the villagers had offered them several abandoned huts and an old windmill that they might lodge in for the night, with most of the men insisting that Jon take the windmill while they all bunked in the old huts. Normally Jon would not keep himself so far above the others, but there was a vehemence in the way the men pushed for him to take the mill, so he relented.

That evening as Jon was getting ready to lay down for the night, Loras entered the his lodgings, but this time he was not alone. A young woman was with him, with curly red hair and big green eyes. She was not much when compared to Margaery or a number of other highborn ladies he knew, but he found that he liked the way her breasts filled her simple dress.

“What is the meaning of this Loras?” Curiosity lined his voice more than outrage. “Who is this woman?”

Loras approached Jon boldly and began to strip naked, pressing himself against Jon’s partially clothed body. “For tonight, she is yours.”

Jon frowned. “I do not need to pay for whores.”

“You misunderstand,” Tyrell whispered huskily, “she is a woman entranced with your kingly demeanour and noble bearing. Fuck her.”

The woman looked nervous and Jon began to fill uncomfortable. “ I’m not going to just ask some woman off the side of the road to fuck,” Jon chastised, “I don’t thin-”

“Don’t ask,” Loras interrupted, his hand squeezing Jon’s cock playfully, “just take. You are a conqueror and a king, it’s take you assert your power.”

Loras word’s, the movements of his hand around Jon’s cock, it all grew too much and he felt himself give in to the growling wolf inside. Taking a fist full of Loras hair, he pulled the man into a rough kiss and then pushed him away as he approached the woman. He claimed her lips too, harsh enough to warrant a startled gasp.

“Milord I don’t...I’m not sure,” her protests were feeble and he tore her clothes away at once. “Oh!”

He lowered her head to his cock and thrust into her open mouth. She did not seem especially talented or experienced, but the warm wetness of her mouth proved satisfying enough. A second mouth soon joined her ministration and Jon groaned in delight as he saw Loras begin to lick up his length with the woman. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention, pretending in his mind’s eye that it was Margaery who was on her knees lavishing his cock with her brother.

Eventually he grew bored and pushed the woman down on her knees and took her like a wolf. She was far more boney around the hips than he liked, but he could tell she had been a maiden and enjoyed the tightness her cunt provided. Her cries of pain soon turned to lust and he had her moaning in delight as he plundered her depths, slapping at her ass occasionally to provoke a yelp.

“That’s it,” Loras moaned, fingering his ass as he watched on, “claim her as you were meant to.”

Jon grunted with release as he spurted inside the woman, entirely uncaring of the risk he took. He sat back for a moment, watching as she collapsed onto her stomach, seed leaking from her used cunt. There was a rush inside Jon that he couldn’t escape, an animalistic desire to dominate and take. He looked over to Loras working his ass and found himself harden.

He took the Tyrell with a feral grin, thrusting into that loosened asshole that he now owned. “You’re my bitch aren’t you?” He huffed, putting all of his weight into the thrusts, Loras’ legs resting on his shoulders as he took him. “You’re my mate...my Queen.”

“Your Queen!” Loras practically sang the words as his body was fucked into the dirt, “ I won’t be able to sleep ...not unless I have this cock inside, I need...to sit my throne! My king’s throne!” He gasped in a bout of pleasure and shot up, wrapping his arms and legs around Jon, trying to pull him in as much as he could. “Take me!”

Jon released into Tyrell and then pushed the man back down, feeling a swell of strength as he watched the man lay before him like a conquest. The woman was already asleep when he looked over at her, and the sight of the two of them made him feel content.

The next morning two sets of mouths attended to him.