Hey, look at this! A smut chapter!
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Wait, there's some story line etched into it!

Don't worry, it's not senseless mindless either!
I tried to keep it fluffy

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Daenerys and Annaelyn

Dany sat in her seat, sipping softly at the chalice. Her purple eyes trailed along, trying to stay away from the image of Robb and Annaelyn lip-locking. Oh, this wasn't what she was expecting. Too sudden, too soon. She bit her lip when the two broke and exploded into bright smiles. She didn't know how to feel about any of that. The people cheered and cried out their names. Weddings. Dany sighed and looked to the head of the sept. This wasn't what she'd expected. If anything, she was expecting a few shouts and insults aimed her way during the King's stay. Not. This.

Lifting the cup to her lips once again, Dany took heaving gulps of wine, even taking time to refill another cup to drink from. She should have seen this trail of events coming ever since she'd received word that the King was on his way to Winterfell. It was almost as obvious as ice being cold; as obvious as her not belonging in the North.

She scowled, gulping down cups of wine. Maybe she was overdramatizing this, but who was going to care, Jon?

Dany stopped. How could she think that way? She berated herself. That was cruel and rude of her. Jon was always there for her whenever she was down, depressed or drunk even and he'd never taken advantage of her. Robb never did either but Jon was different, it was always different when it came to Jon. Dany sighed and leaned back into her chair, knowing full well what was coming next. Suddenly, the men of the three houses present began to clash and bang their tankards and cups against the wooden tables of the feasting hall.

They were cheering, practically roaring out like rabid animals. There was only one thing that this could possibly mean; the bedding ceremony. Dany's cheeks grew hot. The bedding ceremony was always something that somewhat scared the Targaryen. Men and women rushed up to the podium, hoisting Annaelyn and dragging Robb. All the while, the men tore Anna's dress asunder, revealing her robes beneath while the women ravished Robb's jerkin revealing bare chest with his striated pectorals. Dany couldn't help it; she blushed like a madwoman.

She rushed over, knowing full well that she had every right to join in. The women giggled as their hands trailed across the Stark's well-toned and muscled torso, ripping his clothing from his body. Dany's purple eyes trailed up though to see, not a disturbed Princess, but a Princess who seemed to be enjoying herself. She laughed with the men and even extended her hand out for Robb to take. Daenerys froze and fell behind the crowd. Robb and Anna clasped their fingers together with a bellowing guffaw. The heat on her cheeks disappeared and was replaced with the unrelenting cold of Winterfell.

"It can't be helped can it, Dany?" Jon asked.

"What do you mean?" Daenerys looked at one of her closest friends.

"I know how you feel about Robb." The Stark sighed, a small smile growing on his face. "But at least that leaves me open for fair game."

"Really?" Dany deadpanned with a playful tone.

"Both twins can whisk away a princess." Jon whispered softly.

"Good luck finding that princess." Dany cackled.

Jon glowered, deflating to a shell of his former self. Daenerys though simply walked past him, a victorious expression spread across that pale face of hers. The Stark followed suit, knowing full-well she had the wine. Dany took a moment to think about it; Jon was wrapped around her finger like a string. They hadn't even fucked yet!

She collapsed to her seat, cheeks red suddenly. She'd kissed both Stark twins and nearly gave her maiden head to one of them. Oh she'd maybe messed up somewhere down the line of her life. She poured another cup, swirling the contents. Jon sat next to her, clearly worried for her. She knew what he wanted to do and she knew that she wanted to as well, but to think they'd do that here, in the same room as the Baratheon king himself could possibly count as an insult.

After all, a Targaryen stole a Stark once and cost hundreds of thousands of lives. While the gender roles were switched, she was certain some lords would rise up against the union of House Stark to too many powerful houses.

"Dany…" Jon's voice was soft, almost a caressing whisper.

The girl bit her lip, bringing the tankard to her lips. "Jon…"

She was certain the Stark was enjoying her tone. It came out far more intimate than intended, but it was an intimate moment nonetheless. Just as the rim of the tankard touched her lips, a rough, but soft had rested on her small pale fingers. Amethyst eyes trailed over to see Jon giving her a stern look, his grey eyes boring holes into hers. Dany gulped, watching the Stark lean in, his lips looked ripe for kissing. The Targaryen struggled with herself. On one hand she wanted Robb, but on the other…wait.

Jon whisked the tankard from her hands, a beaming smile spread across his face. He was brimming with laughter, almost exploding. Taking a breathless gulp of wine, he slammed the tankard onto the table, spilling the remaining contents onto the table and his tunic. Theon suddenly appeared, drunk out of his mind and a look of seeming approval. The Greyjoy collapsed next to Dany, wrapping his arm over her shoulder, helping himself to another tankard of wine.

They're taking my wine. Dany's eyes darkened. This is going to be a long night.

The doors were shut, locking from the outside. She was practically nude in front of her husband and he the same. She had never felt so hot in her life before. While she'd already seen him shirtless, Robb was just so…muscled up close. He wasn't gross like the Mountain, but he was lean and had such a smooth slate of skin despite the scars. Anna froze; she didn't know what to do for she was just a maiden having never even coming close to losing her maidenhead. She was standing, arms wrapped over her abdomen, holding her undergarments to her body, hiding the rest of her body from view. Anna's heart was racing; she was about to lose her maidenhead to a man who'd probably fucked so many women…

Oh gods. If anyone could turn to an even more vibrant color of red, Anna managed to do it. I'm getting too ahead of myself! J-Just…

Robb seemed almost just as nervous as her. He leaned against the bedframe waiting for her to come to him. His icy blue eyes glowed in the dim lighting the room the held. While there were many candles, there couldn't be less light. Anna's previous laughter was sucked into her lungs, never to return, possibly for the entire night should things not go the way everyone expects. No. Of course things weren't going to go the way everyone expects!

Anna steeled her resolve though, staying where she was, giving Robb a look that spoke of defiance. Her sapphire eyes were laced with a playful glint that she was certain the Stark probably understood. Her arms stayed over her body clasping her undergarments to her curvaceous body. If they were going to be married; if they were going to consummate this marriage, they were going to do it as equals. If he was going to be pleasured, she was damn sure she was going to be pleasured too!

Oh…I don't know what to do though! Anna's sapphire eyes couldn't hide the anxiety she was feeling.

Robb rose from the bedframe and walked up to her, his arms hanging loose to his sides. She spied the various shivers and the obviously nervous look spread across his face. His curled auburn hair stuck to his skin. Surprisingly, he was glistening with sweat. Seems that those girls were more vicious than she'd originally thought!

It was no matter. While she really felt no attraction more than friendship for the Stark, she'd be damned if she let another woman make her husband feel more aroused. Anna raised a shaky hand towards the Stark, stopping him in his steps. Robb stared at her, eyes wide and body tense. Her robes began to slide, revealing her flat but slight chubby stomach. She took a shuddering breath; Robb's reaction was not what she thought it would be.

Her face ran with a heat comparable to a summer sun. Robb drew close to her, closing the distance. Anna bit her lip, fighting back against the feelings spiraling within her. He wasn't judging the curves of her stomach, nor was he even looking there. His eyes were planted with hers, almost as if his irides were nailed. She swallowed the lump in her throat. Robb rested his rough hands on her shoulders, caressing the cloth wrapped around her nude form.

"Wait."

The Stark immediately stopped, pulling his arms away. Anna smiled softly at the Stark. For someone as seemingly strong as him, he was already whipped like a boy who'd just lost his virginity. Anna reached forward, resting her cold palms against the Stark's muscled arms, relishing in the feel. Her mouth dried within seconds, clearly caught off guard by how amazing this felt. Never had she felt or seen a topless man this close before. Never had she felt a man like this before. Well, there was always time for first-times.

Anna knew that she couldn't let Robb get all the distance. She slid forward, pressing her body against his, savoring his warmth and the stiffness of his abdominals and chest. His heart beat heavily, nearly matching her own pace. The two held one another, with only the thin cloth of her robe separating the two. The thought of skin against skin was already making the girl warm in places she'd normally not feel warmth. Anna couldn't believe that this is going to happen. She couldn't believe it! Oh she was ecstatic!

Anna looked up at the strong auburn haired Stark, fighting the urge to ravish his face, hands and lips and all. It was going to be a lot more difficult that she could hope. After all, they're locked in a room together for the night and expected to dirty the sheets with her maidenhood blood. Robb knew where this was going to go, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting the Baratheon from the floor. She yelped suddenly, surprised by his short burst of strength. Her robe slid open, revealing so much of her breasts and yet hiding enough.

She smirked, bringing her head down to rest her forehead against his. "Getting excited, Not Lord Robb?"

"Possibly?" The Stark's reply was coy and laced with playfulness.

Gone was the anxiety that reined the two; gone was the nervousness that grasped the two. All they had now was the passion and the enjoyment shimmering in their eyes. Anna made sure to let the Stark know that this was mutual. Robb was obviously one to care about every little bit of her. To take her maidenhead; or the maidenhead of any noblewoman in Westeros, is a milestone for any man. So Annaelyn was sure to make it seem as such. She kept her forehead pressed against his, slowly snaking her arms around his shoulders.

Curly locks of deep black hair fell free from their wraps and braids, dribbling against Robb's and her own cheeks. Sliding on his heels, the Stark tightening his grip over her waist. Things were going to get interesting the moment her robe was removed.

"When do you think they'll actually start?" Theon asked with a lecherous smirk spread across his face.

Dany, Theon and Jon were resting their ears against the wooden door, doing their best to listen in to what was going on in the room. Boredom was slowly creeping on the trio since there was no moaning, no screaming, no cursing, not even the clapping of skin; hells there wasn't even talking. Dany bit her lip, feeling slightly embarrassed to be here doing this.

"Hells if I know." Jon replied. "I never knew Robb would take this long for his first time."

"Maybe he wants to enjoy-"

Thud!

"Shit!"

The trio gave each other nervous looks. That was Robb's voice.

"Ouch!" Annaelyn grasped the back of her head.

Robb winced, giving her a look of despair. The fool wasn't watching where he was going and ended up ramming the back of her head into the canopy frame above their bed. He struggled to keep his growing laughter from escaping his lips, but was futile. The girl glared at him, rubbing the back of her head, all the while keeping her robes shut from his prying and rather exploring eyes. If he was going to embarrass her, she was definitely going to do the same to him.

Speeding to her feet, she grabbed Robb's shoulders practically hurling him into the bed. He cried out a bellowing roar, colliding with the bed furs. He slid until his head smashed against the headboard. The blow definitely sounded like it hurt, but she didn't care. Watching the Stark cower and shudder in pain was more than enough retribution. Robb grabbed his head, tightening his shut eyes. If he was going to cry, Annaelyn was certain that no matter how hard Robb fucks her, seeing his tears was going to be the highlight of this night.

No more pain, Robb sprang his hand forward, grabbing onto her arm. Anna yelped in surprise, suddenly finding her face-first against the bed furs. She heard Robb's sudden manic cackle and she knew the wolf was going to try and take her now. But she was just beginning to have fun!

Anna spun around, resting her soft, small hands against Robb's bare chest. She could feel his heart rush at speeds she'd never felt before. His breath was hitched, filling Annaelyn with all kinds of pride. The look in his eyes said all that he probably could ever want to say to her. Annaelyn sighed, knowing she'd teased the Stark long enough. The moment her hands left his chest though, the Stark shot down ready to go to work.

Annaelyn didn't want to be the one to take it all. No, she wanted to be in control. "No."

Robb halted immediately. His icy blue eyes widened with surprise as he began to back away. His arms left her shoulders and rested against the bed furs, pushing into the mattress. Anna's robes spread out, revealing almost everything. She was certain the Stark was about to eat her body given the rabid, primal look in his eyes.

Her skin glistened lightly in the dimly lit room. Anna watched him; she knew what he wanted. It was almost as clear as the night sky itself.

"Watch me, Not Lord Robb." Anna smiled softly at the man on top of her.

His deadpanned expression only seemed to make her smile all the more. Her hands snaked along her curved body, grasping the soft linens of her robe, taunting and teasing the Stark. Oh she knew exactly what he wanted. Biting her lower lip, sinking away into her own world of pleasure, the Stark suddenly looked like he was drooling, almost like he was going to murder someone. That was a look Anna somehow found…enjoyable.

Her breath hitched as she finally slid the garments free. She shuddered as the cold of the North wisped past her nipples. Anna looked away, suddenly finding the walls far more interesting than the-

"Oh…"

Annaelyn moaned lustily. Robb had taken her breasts to his hands and her nipple to his lips. It felt new. Her back arched as another moan escaped her dry lips. Slowly, the Stark began to knead her breasts, all the while, dragging his tongue against the soft, brown areola. Her chest was cold, but warm at the same time, sending explosions of electricity through her body. Her arms shuddered; it took all her strength to not shoot her arms over the Stark's back. When he pulled away, she had half a mind to slap him, grab his head and force him to continue.

Now her nipples were wet and cold. She shot her right hand up, wrapping around Robb's right nipple and began to pinch. Robb winced and nearly screamed from the sudden pain. He gritted his teeth and fought hard against the piercing lightning. She released her hold on him and gave him a knowing look. She licked her lips and stared at the Stark, knowing full well that he got her message.

Suddenly, the Stark shot low, springing his head between her legs. Anna yelped in surprise. She shut her legs, screaming out. Shit! He scared me! Robb didn't let up though, placing kisses against her thighs and navel, getting closer and closer to her rather secretive area. She was certain she was waking the entire keep.

What the hells is going on in there?! Dany pressed her ear against the wooden door once more.

"I always did think Robb would have a small cock." Theon and Jon burst into laughter. "Damn fool probably put it in the wrong hole!"

Jon fell onto his back holding his sides. Theon slapped his leg, trying his best to keep his laughter quiet. Behind the door, the three of them could hear both Robb and Annaelyn moaning and laughing at the same time. It was getting louder and louder with each passing second, only adding on to Theon and Jon's amusement. Dany though glared at the two immature children next to her and pressed her ear onto the door once more. Her face was hot, as opposed to the cold of Winterfell. Robb was going in. The girl heard Jon and Theon rustle and suddenly quiet down.

Daenerys gave the two a deadpanned look. "Now the two of you decide to shut up?"

"We're going to sleep." Jon deadpanned back. "Why don't you sleep too?"

"No." Dany replied. "I'm…uh…curious."

"Curious?" Theon asked. "I think she wants to join."

"Probably!" The two once more burst into laughter, much to Dany's chagrin. Jon gave Dany a small smile, soft and caring before waltzing off with Theon down the hall.

Dany turned her eyes to the door and growled. Damn Theon for corrupting Jon! Dany rested her palms on the doorframe, pressing her bare forehead against the door itself. The young Targaryen could hear the young Baratheon Princess's laughter from within the room. Robb's booming laughter soon followed. Dany clenched her fists, rising to her feet. Maybe Jon was right; maybe she should sleep. Maybe Theon was right too. Dany rolled her amethyst eyes, knowing full well that she'll never give Theon the satisfaction of knowing how she feels.

Like a swift spectre, she whisked down the dim, stone halls of Winterfell; her white dress flowing behind her. It was tough to keep the frown from forming on her face. Robb had just lost his virginity to some princess. Knowing how marriages go, Dany was certain that she'd have to see Annaelyn every single day of her life now, or at least until she was whisked away and married off to some fat lord. Dany for a moment, hoped it would be the prior of the two. She shook her head of silver-gold hair, taking off towards her chambers down the hall. This was going to be a long night for her.

Annaelyn panted slightly, sweat cascaded from her pores. Her deep sapphire blue eyes trailed over to lock with Robb's icy blues. His curly auburn hair stuck to his skin, illuminated by the dim light of the candles. She brought her hand along, caressing the Stark's shaved cheeks. He leaned into her hand, surprising Anna. Maybe now, he had reason to be whipped.

"How…did you like it?" Robb suddenly asked, cheeks rising in heat.

Annaelyn raised an eyebrow, her cheeks suddenly beginning to hurt from how hard she was smiling. "It…could have been better."

"Oh really now?" Robb shot from the bed, wrapping his arms over her nude body. Sliding beneath the bed furs, he pressed his firm, muscled body against hers. "You love to tease me, don't you?"

"Only if it gets a rise out of you." Annaelyn winked, raising her arms up, clasping her fingers around his neck. "Besides…you look better on top."

Robb lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers, filling her with an electricity unknown before. She shuddered into his warmth as blood rushed to her cheeks. They broke, a trail of saliva connecting their lower lips together. No words were said for their pants and gasps were all that mattered. Annaelyn had never felt so…exhausted in her life. Never had she felt so filled either! Her blue eyes trailed down to see his flaccid member. A cheeky smirk appeared on her face once her eyes trailed back to his. She leaned into the bed once more, leading his head to her soft, taut, nipples.

"Do what you did before…" Annaelyn whispered. "I loved what you-oh…"

Morning came, bursting through the drapes of the young Targaryen's windows. It was a new day. Maybe she could find something-

"Bran, what the hells are you doing?!" Dany cried out once she removed her drapes.

"Oh, Dany?" Bran looked confused, poking his head into the window. "I was climbing towards the old watchtower!"

"Bran, how many times does Lady Stark have to tell you not to climb?" Dany asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I don't know." The young Stark looked down. "She'll have to keep telling me though. Climbing is never going to stop!"

Dany shook her head. "Wait for me. I'll be watching you carefully!"

"Okay!" Bran sat on her window sill, staring off into the courtyard with his back to the window.

Dany watched him with worried eyes, he was always doing crazy things and it only seemed to get more daring. She didn't know what she'd do if the young boy had fallen and couldn't get up again. Or worse; died. She stopped herself, steeling her resolve and dropping her arms to her sides. Bran was the most surefooted person she'd ever known, never falling in his long retinue of climbing experience. Sure there were times where it came close, but the young Stark had proven himself a veteran.

The princess quickly sped through her room, deciding to dress like Arya usually does. She slid her legs through thin leather breeches, quickly knotting the lace. She spun around, her amethyst eyes narrowing at the young Stark boy. She's certain with his climbing ability, he'd peeked on her a few times. Dany shook her head as a small smile crept to her face. She dashed along, tossing her sleepwear from her body and dove into a leather tunic, tightening the laces and strings. She looked at the cuffs, slapping them shut and tightening the belts. She turned on her heels and knocked on the window getting the young Stark's attention.

"You'd better wait for me down in the courtyard Bran." Dany narrowed her eyes. "You don't want to awake the Dragon, do you?"

The color faded from the boy at the mere mention of the threat. "Y-Yes, My Lady!"

He quickly burst into action, turning and climbing down with lightning and wind bursting off of his body in waves. Dany nearly burst into laughter. She loved to use that threat on the young boy. Ever since they were children and the young Stark started to show interest in her family's history, he would sometimes even annoy her with questions that she knew she couldn't answer. So in response, she'd distract him with tickles and sometimes pick him up and toss him aside. She dubbed it the 'dragon' after Bran cried out being on the back of a dragon.

Dany took off from her room, slamming her door shut and heading towards the courtyard. She smiled once more as the memories of her appointment as Bran's watcher fluttered into her mind. She was trusted to make sure the boy didn't fall or hurt himself. For a scrawny looking girl, Dany turned out to be rather strong. She'd caught the boy a few times, but some of those times, he'd received nothing more than an assortment of bruises and cuts; nothing too serious.

She paused as the courtyard came into view. Bran was waiting near the stables, sitting on a hay bale with his direwolf pup that he still hasn't named yet, waiting next to him. The two were clearly getting restless; his direwolf running in circles waiting for their dragon maiden to appear. Her amethyst eyes trailed up to the see the overcast that plagued Winterfell's skies had disappeared into simple puffs of clouds that simply glided along the great blue expanse.

"Today will be a good day."

"Oh…Robb."

The girl nestled her head into his neck. She felt warm and secure in his embrace. Even though her eyes were closed, she had nothing to fear of him. The men beneath her shuffled and soon enough, her face was pressed against his muscled chest. Her cheeks went hot at the interaction and quickly pulled away to see the Stark dead asleep still.

"I'm not even surprised." Annaelyn deadpanned, rising from the bed furs.

She looked down at the sleeping, blissful Stark beneath her. He looked at peace and rather happy. Annaelyn bit her lip. The fool had better be happy!

Annaelyn turned her eyes around, noticing the candles of the room had died and blown empty. The cold of the North drove through the cracks and under the door, stabbing her skin like a blade of ice. She winced at how sharp the sudden pain felt and quickly slid beneath the bed furs, getting closer to Robb's nude form. She wrapped her arms tentatively around the Stark, relishing in his unbelievable warmth. If this kept up, the Baratheon felt that maybe bed furs were overrated. Maybe all she needed to stay warm was a Stark in her arms!

"You're awake…" Robb's voice sounded.

"Sorry if I woke you." Annaelyn gave him a sheepish look.

The Stark simply smiled and kissed her forehead. "You're alright…how would you judge my performance, My Lady?"

Annaelyn stifled a laugh. "I'd say you did exceptionally well. For a man who's probably fucked dozens of women, you seemed rather confused for most of the bloody night!" Did I really just say that?!

"Now where did you hear that I'd fucked dozens of women?" Robb asked with an amused smirk.

"N-Nowhere! It just seems so obvious!" Anna glared at the Stark, rising once more, this time wrapping the furs around her chest. "You seem so proud of it-"

The Stark shot forward, pressing his lips to hers, silencing her. "You were my first. And now, you are my only."

Once they parted, the Princess was left awestruck, broken in the mind. Her sapphire eyes were glazed with a soft golden glimmer. Her arms fell lax as heat rose to her cheeks from embarrassment. The furs dropped, revealing her plump breasts once more. She half expected Robb to grab them once again and give her more kisses there, but she was shut down by his rough hand resting on her cheek. She looked at him finding a familiar glimmer in his eyes. Slowly, she snaked her right hand up his torso, cupping his cheek, drawing her thumb against his jawline.

"Robb…"

"Annaelyn."

The two closed the distance once again. Her arms slid across, wrapping around his neck, holding him in place, while his wrapped along her lower back, holding her close to his chest. Despite the cold, the two were already sweating, wanting more. They broke for air, but Annaelyn wasn't finished. She kissed his jaw, kissed his chin but then continued on to kiss his neck. She was in control of the moment and she loved it! Robb shuddered under the pressure of her lips.

Suddenly, the two fell back with Anna on top. Her curly black hair fell down, covering the Stark's face from view to the outside world. He was hers and she, his. Annaelyn once more, leaned down pressing kisses upon the nineteen year old's Northman lips. She broke all of a sudden. She flipped her hair back revealing a pair of burning sapphire eyes.

Below, Robb was dying of laughter. He held his sides as Anna ran her hands against her taut nipples. The fool pinched them.

"It's only payback for what you did last night." Robb gave her a sly smirk. "I thought a Lannister always pays his debts?"

"Well…" Annaelyn shot down, pinching his nipple all the while grabbing his other appendage with a fierce grip, nearly forcing the air from Robb's lungs. "I'm a Baratheon. Ours is the Fury, Stark!"

She twisted Robb's nipple nearly causing a scream to shoot from his lungs. It didn't last long. He shot up, forcing her to the bed once again, this time, his hand was against her thigh and his other held her arm down against the bed. Anna looked at Robb with cheeks as red as rubies. She gulped waiting for his response. If she hurt him, she didn't mean it-

"Oh!" Anna arched her back as pleasure shot through her body. "It's…t-too early f-for this!"

Robb continued, sending explosions through the girl's body. She shuddered, feeling him within her. She was certain that this was definitely the best morning she'd had in her life. She shook once again as her climax finally came, washing over her and Robb. Her breaths labored and hitched as her mind grew cloudy. Robb fell next to her, kissing her shoulder.

"Robb…if I hurt you." Annaelyn turned to face him. "I didn't mean to…sometimes I get carried away."

"No." Robb sighed, turning his eyes to the canopy above them. "It's fine. Whatever you intend to force upon me, I can manage!"

"You seem so-"

Without warning, the door exploded open. Robb quickly threw a blanket over Annaelyn and kept his lower extremities from sight. Annaelyn's eyes popped from her head. It was Daenerys Targaryen; and she was covered in blood!

"Robb!" the Targaryen cried. "Bran! H-He…"

Jon and Theon appeared next to her, pressing their hands onto her shoulders as she wept.

"He's dead!"

Yes, I did kill off Bran.

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