This is a ASOIAF Fanfiction, which includes an 2 OC's so far. The Story picks up at the start of a Clash Of Kings, just before the death of Renly. WARNING: Lots of Smut in this.

Ages are changed as shown below:

Robb Stark: 23

Jon Snow: 23

Michael Stark: 22

Sansa Stark: 20

Arya Stark: 18

Bran Stark: 16

Rickon Stark: 13

Daenerys Targaryen: 22

Michael's fury at his brother's proclamation was immense. At first he was startled that the Greatjon had proclaimed him King. But when the other lords stepped in he knew that this folly was much larger than he could ever imagine. But even so it was a great victory that Robb had won. He was always better at thinking outside the box than Michael, Even when they were children in the stone walls of Winterfell.

Michael went over every last detail in his head before he finally headed into King Robb's solar. A fire was roaring in the hearth and the room was warm and pleasant to the nose and skin.

"Brother." Robb said when he looked away from the map sprawled over his table, "It's been too long since I have seen your face,"

"It seems to me that you are ready to make your next move, Your Grace,"

"Yes, I plan to move on to the Westerlands, and draw Lord Tywin West," replied Robb "His force is currently sitting in Harrenhal. If we move West we can draw him to cross the Red Fork. I mean to take him in his own lands."

"You always were a great thinker, Your Grace." Said Michael "But I have come here expressing a different concern"

"What is it? What have you learnt?" inquired Robb

"Your Grace, may I have permission to speak to you as your brother?"

"Granted"

"Robb, I never really told you where I was going after the Whispering Wood. I said I was going to cross into the Vale and speak with Aunt Lysa, but instead I travelled back North and left the Blackfish to continue the journey. Greywater Watch was my true destination, and Howland Reed was my true host. There were things that I wished to learn from him, things about Father and Jon"

"Jon? What about Jon?" said Robb, his eyebrows furrowing.

"There were always things about Jon that unsettled me," Continued Michael, "Why was Father so protective about Jon's Mother? He always grew angry when we asked. He never once tried to redeem himself in our eyes. Would Father really stain his Honor and father a bastard? But what really held my doubt was that he never told Mother. So I went to meet the only other man who came back alive from the Tower of Joy. But Howland Reed never revealed Jon's true heritage, but he did tell me that Lord Eddard was not his father."

Robb's eyes turned from curiosity to shock. His grey orbs widening in surprise. "You mean to say that he brought home another man's son?"

"Yes. But there was more that I did not expect to learn. Howland Reed has two children. Jojen and Meera Reed, they have both travelled to Winterfell to swear their loyalty to us once more, but what they really wish to do is to help Bran in his future trials. Jojen Reed has greendreams, which have all come true, however misread they are. It was from him that l learnt that there are external threats to the Iron Throne, Dragons from Slavers Bay, Griffins and golden swords. Even if you win this throne, Brother, you will not hold it for long."

"You mean to say that I should give up my crown because of some boy's dreams!" Robb's voice slowly grew more hostile.

"Yes,"

"Then you are madder than I had thought," His anger was vivid now. The low wolf's growl apparent in his voice.

"There is also one more matter," Rebuffed Michael, his tone harder and clearer than before, "I had happened to chance upon a letter from the Night's Watch on my return. It was from Lord Mormornt himself, stating that he had taken three hundred men North of the Wall. A third of their forces. There is something else beyond the Wall, Robb. A dead man had tried to murder the Lord Commander. I fear that this Winter will be much more than just famine and snow."

"What? You mean to say that the Others are all going to eat us?" Japed Robb.

"It is possible," replied Michael. His face was stone. After a pause he continued. "How would you even control the realm if you were to win it? Even if we retreat behind Moat Cailin we cannot defend ourselves against the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. I urge you Robb, put down your crown. Our enemies will suck each other dry and when the chance comes we will strike in the Spring. But first we must defend our Northern borders. Lets go home Robb."

Robb knew that he couldn't argue. His brother always had the better of him in arguments. m

"GO," He shouted "Go, I will think on what you have said,"

Michael smiled, his green eyes as well. The fire in the hearth was dying when Michael left, and Robb's face was sullen.

As Michael walked down the steps to his own bedroom he spied a serving girl walking in the opposite direction. Michael had not been able to sate his desires ever since they crossed the twins. Now he felt his desires surge. He had managed to forget about them in Robb's solar but now that he was faced with a beautiful serving wench, he could no longer control the Wolf inside him.

Michael Stark was a beast. He'd take any woman into his bed and fuck them silly until they became completely attached to him. In Winterfell many of the serving girls would beg for his cum, only to be denied until they went absolutely crazy. Then when they were on the edge he'd break them and fuck their brains out.

The serving girl was as comely as they get. She had ice blue eyes and flowing black hair that fell down to her waist, but what was really alluring about her face was her high cheek bones that gave her a more highborn look. Her clothes were tight and clung to her full and firm breasts and her ass and thighs were toned to perfection as they strained against her tight skirt

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She stopped walking right outside his bedroom door, when she realised he was staring at her. She could feel him devouring her with his eyes and it made her aroused just as much as it made her uneasy

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"M'lord?" she asked, breaking the tensed silence.

"What is your name?" Michael asked. His tone had completely changed: it was now a low, husky and seductive tone. The Wolf within was creeping out.

That was when she realised just how handsome he was. Michael had the desirable looks of the Tully household, perfectly blended with the strong, long Stark features that made him all the more arousing to look upon. Her eyes then drifted down his body to his muscular, but lean, torso. It was outlined by his tight doublet which had the Direwolf of Stark embroidered on it. Then it hit her that this man was no minor son of a minor lord, but instead a Stark, a relative of the King. This thought was quicky pushed aside, though, when her eyes drifted even lower to his toned abs and then the growing tent in his breeches. She felt her arousal drip down her toned thighs as her mouth opened slightly in sheer lust

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"L – Layla, m'lord," She finally said when her senses somewhat returned. Michael then took a step towards her, and then another. Her eyes were firmly fixed on his bulging manhood, until he was within breathing distance of her. Layla felt another drop trickle down her thighs. She caught a whiff of his seductive scent and a third drop fell from her, this time pooling on the ground. It was a hot, musky smell that she could not resist. I want his cum she thought, her doubt and uneasiness had vanished, leaving behind only pure animalistic lust.

She closed in on his lips, first starting slowly, but then aggressively attacking his mouth, pushing for a way in. Hungrily, Layla kissed him, Her tongue slathering against his lips and inside his mouth she twirled her tongue with his.

Michael fondled her firm ass as she continued to make out with him like an animal. His manhood was pressed against her flat stomach as she desperately pressed her body into him.

He pulled away. The disappointment and longing in her eyes was easy to see. This one will be easy to break. Out of all the serving girls he had fucked, Layla was the most attractive. I'm going to keep her. He led her into his bedroom, where he closed and barred the door. Layla quicky removed his doublet. She bit her lip as she took in his godly body. Then immediately taking her own clothes off to reveal her own.

Her breasts were firm and full, just enough to completely fill a mans hand. Her waist was small and her stomach perfectly flat as it gave way and widened to her hips and heart shaped ass, which was on the smaller side but held its shape. Her thighs were long and toned as well. Not muscular, but not fat either. The perfect balance.

She finally undid his breeches. His dick sprang out and slapped against her stomach, a few inches below her breasts. 12 inches was what she held in her hand. Her eyes grew hazy as she began to stroke his length with both hands. A third hand could have fit as well.

They then continued to kiss, as Layla's pussy constantly dripped. Fuck, she thought I need him in me, I need his thick cum. Michael must have read her mind. He grabbed her and threw her flat on the bed. The Wolf was out. She was going to be dominated.

As she landed flat on the bed her ass jiggled and she moaned. Michael then climbed on top her. Layla's ass was facing him as she was positioned doggystyle on the bed. He began to tease her entrance with his big head and she moaned in delight and frustration. Michael was going to make her beg.

"Please, m'lord," She moaned "Please fuck me."

He complied, slowly moving inside her vagina. He managed to fit in 7 inches before moving back. He thrust forward again and Layla moaned "Fuck! Yes,". 8 inches were now in. Layla was moaning her lungs out with every one of his thrusts, as he opened her wider and wider and she got tighter and tighter. She had never felt this much pleasure before in her life. All of the other men she has been with were inferior to this Alpha Wolf that she had inside her, stretching her out and going to places where no one had ever been before. Her mind had begun to turn to mush as she felt his dick slide against her walls, dragging it back and forth along with his deep and inhuman thrusting. His pace increased as he got harder and harder. Her vagina clamping down on him, trying to pry out his cum.

"I'm going to come," She cried. "Oh gods, I'm going to come, I'm going to come. This is incredible!"

Michael pulled out.

He turned her over and saw her longing face. "Beg for it, prove to me that you deserve it" Michael growled, in a voice more wolf than human. She was hesitant at first, but then she realised who was in control. It was always going to be him to dominate her, even though in all her previous times she was the one who dominated. But she needed his cock. After experiencing this Layla knew that she would never be able to go back. She realised in that moment that she would always be his, but he would never he hers. She would always be his slave.

"Please, please fuck me. Please come in me" Her voice was full of the desperation that Michael loved "I want to come again and again on your long, hard dick. I want you to take me back to Winterfell and fuck me as much as you want, I want to drink your cum and savor its taste. I want you to fuck me as I feed your children at my breast. I want to suck your enormous cock for hours on end. I'm addicted to the feeling of your massive cock in me. PLEASE FUCK ME!"

Then in an instant he shoved 10 inches in her. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!, I'm coming!" She let out a long, high moan. Michael didn't wait. He continued to thrust inside her, feeling her walls convulsing around him, trying again to milk his cum.

He could see his dick through her flat, toned stomach, poking through with every hard thrust. He felt her come again as her moans grew louder and her vagina grew increasingly tighter. Fuck! She's good. "Fuck! This is too good!" She said as she came a third time on his long shaft. Michael was feeling his own climax approaching when Layla came a fourth time on his dick. Her ice blue eyes were interlocked with his green ones.

She laid her hand on the bulge in her stomach and pressed it. That sent Michael over the edge.

"I'm coming." he moaned

"Yes, yes. Fill me with your cum! Impregnate me with your hot semen" She shouted. All of her sense was gone. All she cared about was the man on top of her, his long snake-like shaft inside of her and the hot cum that was going to impregnate her. She the realised that all she wanted in life to be dominated and impregnated by this man over and over again.

Then he came. His dick twitched inside her vagina as he felt her hand on the other side. She could feel the warmth build inside her, as rope after rope of hot gooey semen filled her womb. After a minute he pulled out and finished his load on her flat stomach, breasts and face. Her whole body, inside and outside, was bathed in his hot sticky cum. Layla passed out. Now I make her beg.

As his erection faded along with his arousal. There came a knocking on the door. It was the King's squire, Olyvar Frey.

"My Lord, His Grace wishes your presence immediately,"