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Warning: This story contains explicit scenes, unrealistic proportions and actions regarding the human body as well as other contents suited for mature readers only. Any idea, belief or action written in the story does not reflect the author's compliance to such notions in real life and are merely there for entertainment. If such content does not appeal to you and your preference, kindly leave.
Throne Room, Red Keep
"Someday, your husband will sit there with you by his side" the Stark's septa started in a firm tone, eyes planted on the spiky throne reserved for the king, an accumulation of swords taken from the enemies, melted by the fire of a dragon and shaped into a throne. "And one day, you'll present him with a son of your own, in front of all the Lords and Ladies of Westeros"
Sansa, for her part was barely listening to the septa as she went on and on about what was expected of her now that she was to be the future King's bride. Why didn't anyone understand that she didn't want to marry that …son of a cur!?
She barely thought of him as a human, let alone a future husband material.
And she had to bear him children too? Why?! Did that demon even understand the meaning of family in the first place? There was no way in hell or any other she would ever let him near her body, let alone let him impregnate her.
The fact that she was being called Joffrey's future bride was shame enough. The mere thought made her hate her father even more.
"And if it's a girl?"
"It'll be a boy, rest assured"
Did the old lady even hear her properly? It's not like she could choose the gender of a baby inside her womb! "What if it's a girl?"
"I wouldn't worry…"
"Just answer me"
The old septa sighed in resignation. "Well … if you are unable to bear him a son, in accordance with the laws of succession, right to the throne will pass down to his brother, Prince Tommen"
Yes, she figured as much. "And the little pig will just have another excuse to hate me"
"Lady Sansa, that's the crown prince and your future husband you're talking about!"
"I could care less!"
A gentle cough echoed across the room, gaining the attention of the two. A softly grinning Naruto stood leaning against the Iron Throne, hands crossed over his half-exposed chest as he stared at them in amusement.
"Well, if you ladies are done screaming at each other, I'd like to talk with Sansa"
"Please talk some sense into her, your grace" the septa requested tiredly, offering a small bow as she moved for the gates of the chamber.
"Naruto…"
"Come on up over here" the redheaded prince gestured to the pedestal, earning a timid look from curvy girl as she looked around in anxiety. "You're a wolf, not a cat Sansa, act like one"
"…" the tall, wide-hipped princess didn't say anything but his grinning expression eased her enough to walk up the stairs and approach him, making sure not to stare at his perfectly chiseled abs and chest…and groin.
God why was talking to him so difficult!?
"Sit on the throne"
"W-what?"
"You heard me, sit"
"I c-can't!"
"Yes you can" The curvy redhead did not move from her place, causing the Uzgarian tiger to sigh. "Fine, how about we sit together?"
"T-together?" Side by side… bodies touching…a mere inch apart from intimate touches… Her cheeks reddened instantly as the thought raced through her mind. "We s-shouldn't … w-what if someone sees us?"
A shiver went up her spine at the word 'us'.
"They will see Lady Sansa, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, First of her Name, Queen of the Northerners and Protector of the Realm giving her court jester the honor to sit beside her" Naruto started in a mock polite tone, offering a curtsy with a grin. "Plus Ryujin is outside watching, I pity anyone who dare try moving past that grumpy cat"
It was so corny but by the God if those words didn't make her feel lightheaded and ready to faint. "Arya was right; you're a g-goofball"
The redhead pouted. That little cutie pie called him a goofball? How could she? But Sansa's beautiful, genuinely amused smile made it disappear. God this girl was just perfect! "Come, Lady Sansa, honor the jester with your presence"
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"Ok so we may have a problem here…" The problem soon reared its ugly head when, after much deliberation on Sansa's part, they moved towards the throne and saw just how …small it was. For a single person? More than enough.
But for two people, especially when one was a muscular warrior and the other a well-endowed, childbearing-hipped girl, it was painfully small. "We s-should leave…"
God she hated herself now. Among the Starks, she was the most well-endowed after her mother and as expected from their bloodline, she had wider hips and a thicker rear than any normal girls she knew. She had always thought of them as freakish but her mother had convinced her time and again that she should be proud of her body and that one day she will understand why.
To this day, she didn't understand why!
Naruto's blue eyes perked up in realization, a wide, vulpine grin emerging on his tattooed visage as he turned to the self-conscious girl. "I've an idea"
The curvy Stark had a bad feeling about the idea already. For one, his beastly grin meant that he'd a mischievous idea in his mind and second … the wild, savage glint in his blue eyes made her …tingly between her legs. "I'm not g-going to like it, am I?"
"You're going to love it!"
"Eeepp!"
The next thing she knew, everything had changed.
The redhead bombshell was sitting in Naruto's lap, slender back pressed against his steel-like chest, thick rear cheeks mashed against his thighs, cheeks colored an unhealthy shade of red, continuous puffs of steam poured out of her ears as his strong arms wrapped around her slender form in a protective embrace. "Isn't this wonderful…my lady?"
His body was so warm, so comforting and so …hard. She fit perfectly into his embrace …as if she was made for his arms, to hold her forever and shield her from the horrors of the outside world. She could feel every twitch of his muscles, every beat of his heart like a drum and every wisp of hot air blowing against her ear as he hugged her close, putting his cheek against hers.
It made her heart flutter. "It is…"
What surprised her _ stunned and utterly shocked even _ was the fact that she wasn't putting up the least possible amount of protest after he pulled her into his warmth. How could she? This was what she had always dreamed about.
Feeling the curvy redhead squirm deeper into his arms, the redheaded prince hugged her tighter, a single hand running through her silky, red locks. It didn't take long for the cute redhead to drift into sleep, the stress of the past few days finally catching up to her.
"On my honor as a warrior and as an heir to the throne of Uzgar" Naruto muttered firmly and nuzzled a comfortably sleeping Sansa's cheek, tightening his grip on the curvy princess. "I will not allow anyone to harm you"
A genuine smile danced on Sansa's lips as she let go of her insecurities and drifted into blissful sleep, assured that no harm would ever reach now that she was in the arms of her prince.
Training Ground
It was quite a while before Naruto was able to move from the throne, not wanting to disturb the sleeping princess in her blissful sleep. In the end, he had to as it was almost early morning and people were starting to wake up from their sleep.
He hadn't expected the curvy redhead to sleep through the evening, well into the night and still not wake up in the morning. Cuddling in his arms like a cute little cub, the Stark firstborn daughter remained lifeless while the redheaded prince sat still like a statue, not moving an inch till the first rays of sunlight hit the chamber.
He had been trained to go through the harshest of conditions a human could face, sitting still for days on end amidst roaring thunder, blizzards and wild animals trying to scare him off…letting the princess sleep in his arms for a few hours was child's play.
Though he had missed out on some fun with the handmaidens of the queen.
Having left the thick-hipped girl in her bed, Naruto came down to witness Arya training with her teacher in one of the chambers. He'd an hour before attending a meeting of the Small Council and seeing what the Milf queen was up to, he could spend it watching the girl train.
Half an hour later, after watching his former apprentice not land a single strike, he reserved himself to shouting encouragements at the bubble butted Stark from the sidelines.
"Aim for the balls, Arya, aim for the balls!"
Yeah he had his own way of offering support. Apparently the teacher did not appreciate what he had taught the little girl and was against his current encouragements as well.
"That's not how Dancing Sword works!" the master yelled in frustration, dodging a rather close strike to his family jewels from a gleefully smirking Arya.
Naruto neither heard nor cared enough to stop. "It's working, little wolf, keep going!"
If anything, Arya's attacks intensified and the master actually had to use more than a bit of force to swat the wooden sword away from her hands, lest she jab it into his …nuts and destroy his chance of ever having a family.
A disappointed look on her face, the youngest Stark daughter looked at her fallen sword with a glare and huffed in annoyance.
"Now like I said, don't react to taunts or insults…relax your mind and feel the steel of your sword" the strange man started in a lecturing tone, putting one hand behind his back and turning his attention towards the window to appear more wise. "Now then, pick up your sword and let's try again"
"Fine" the brown haired girl muttered with a frown, giving her former master a look.
"The nuts…" Naruto mouthed quietly, gesturing to the man's turned back with a grin.
"Now then AGGHHHHH MY BALLS!"
The redhead could feel his chest swell up in pride when a wolfish smirk graced the girl's cute lips before she flashed forth and kneed her teacher right in the goodies, earning a high pitched squeal as he dropped to the ground, clutching his balls.
"I trained her so well" Naruto almost cried, wiping away a fake tear as he looked at his smirking student.
"You two are monsters!" the brown haired man yelled in sheer pain, hurriedly limping out of the room as the laughter of the two followed him soon.
"Come here, little wolf, you deserve a reward"
"Before that, I want to try something" Offering one of her usual wolfish smirks, the bubble butt girl sprinted into her teacher's arms and plopped into his lap, dropping the weight of her surprisingly thick ass on his groin with an audible 'omp'. "Jeyne taught me this"
Cheeks flushed red and mind barely at the control of her body, Arya gently captured the redhead's thin lips, nearing his head closer to the passionate lip-lock and grinding herself against his body as she poured every ounce of frustration and passion into the kiss.
Goodness, this was better than anything she had ever experienced… not as good as sucking on his cock but close enough. She hadn't known that kissing felt so good. If Jeyne hadn't planted this seed in her mind to explore, she'd still be almost vomiting at the sight of men and women kissing each other on the lips.
Even though she was pretty much sucking out his soul through those lips, she could feel him kissing her back with the same passion and hunger she was pouring into the kiss after a few second of hesitation, practically devouring her lips with his adventurous mouth.
Her loins stirred and dampened as the redhead reached for her rather developed ass and squeezed her phat cheeks.
"Geez, how old are you?" the Uzgarian prince asked in a dumfounded voice as the girl let go of his lips and parted away with a soft blush on her cheeks.
"10 and 3" You gotta be fucking kidding me. "I like kissing, it's fun"
God Almighty, he was still breathless. If this continued, this cute, bubble butted girl would grow up to be a nymphomaniac. "Kinda figured that from how you were trying to suck out my soul"
"I want my rewards now" she started in a flat tone, getting off his lap and crossing her hands over her small chest.
"Rewards? As in more than one?"
"Aye… you didn't give me anything last night"
"Our agreement was once in a day, not twice"
"Once in a day is not enough anymore, I want more… I need more" Arya started in a no nonsense air, eyes narrowing in seriousness. "From now on, I want two fixes along with kisses"
"Don't I get a say in this?"
"No"
For a shorty, she sure was bossy. She barely reached his waist and already ordering him around. God, why couldn't he say no to this girl? "Alright deal"
Seeing as he was seated in one of the chairs of the room and Arya was face to face with him while he was sitting, the girl didn't need to kneel to begin her …operation. An excited look on her face, she unbuckled his black pants and reached for his slowly hardening meat.
"Ow that hurt, son of a cur!" a wince escaped her pouty lips when she was smacked in the face with the thick slab of cock meat, mouth already watering in anticipation. "I can't stay mad at this thing …can I name it?"
It was one weird thing after another with this girl!
"I'd normally say 'Fuck no' to that but I'll ignore all this weirdness for now since I'm horny as hell" Naruto groaned softly as he tried to control himself while the cute girl laid wet butterfly kisses on his shaft for lubrication before moving away, arms hanging limply beside her thick legs. "Why did you stop?"
"Get up" Arya stated flatly, shooting him a blank look. "I want to sit in the chair"
"Huh?"
"You heard me. I always do the work and you just enjoy it" the brown haired teen stated pointedly. "This is my reward, not yours. This time, I'll sit in the chair and you'll do all the work"
The Uzgarian prince couldn't argue with her logic and besides he was too horny to care who did the work. Even he couldn't control himself after that incredibly tempting offer. "You are so pushy"
He did get up though.
A triumphant smile on her lips, the cute teen sat in the chair and rested her hands on the armrest, opening her mouth in preparation for the Uzgarian cock. "Much better, now feed me your milk"
Grabbing the girl by the back of her head, the redhead eagerly shoved inch after fat inch of an entire foot long slab of cockmeat down her throat, groaning in bliss when the Stark princess only moaned and gazed up at him with foggy eyes of adoration and lust.
He absolutely loved this girl!
Tournament Area, Red Keep
It was a grand event in honor of Eddard Stark, new Hand of the King. Surprisingly enough, the one in whose honor the grand event was being held was not present himself, finding the whole thing tedious. Naruto starting to agree with him now that he saw what bullshit it really was.
The queen or Queen Milf as he liked to call her, came to him specifically and politely asked for his presence beside her in the event…ok more like she ordered at first but after a pointed look and a raised eyebrow from him, she reconsidered her choice of words and requested.
He couldn't say no to that pouty mouth.
King Robert Baratheon and Cersei were seated on a high pedestal, with symbols of their respective families proudly shown on a banner behind them. Behind the plump king was the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Barristan while he himself stood beside the queen's chair, lightly leaning against the headrest.
Joffrey, being the momma boy that he was, was seated a step down from his mother with an air of arrogance and smugness around him. Myrcella and Tommen, being the youngest, were sitting on Robert's side of the pedestal, a step down of course.
Naruto had half a mind to have Ryujin devour the little shit right there for acting so smug …ok the little pigshit was staring at Sansa and he did not like that at all. The wide-hipped girl was actually giving him hidden glances and shy smiles, the arrogant bastard seemed to think that those were for him.
"A quick question, your Hotness"
Cersei, for the umpteenth time that day, couldn't help but sigh as she heard the nickname Naruto had reserved for her. His shame and lack of manners knew no bounds. Over the course of the few days, she'd learned that arguing with the redhead only encouraged him so it was better to either accept his brashness or ignore it.
She supposed it wasn't as bad as his other nickname, Queen Milf. God that sounded so …offensive.
Then again, from what her little birds had reported, the man still called her Queen Milf or Lady Milf behind her back.
"I'm going to ignore that for now" she stated in a flat tone, eyes fixed forward and looking like the royal role model she was. "What is it?"
"As your Hand, do I have the authority to kill someone for being an ass? Like say, they make a move on my girl?" Naruto asked quietly, eyes focused on the approaching figure of one Petyr Baelish as he took a seat next to Sansa.
"No, you can't kill the Master of Coins, Naruto" The redheaded prince had made it plainly clear that he'd no love for formal tittles and would rather be his brutish self than utter a single word formally.
"I didn't say I was planning to kill Baelish"
The whistle was blown, announcing the start of the tourney. The opposing fighters, Gregor 'The Mountain' Clegane against the former Hand's squire, Ser Hugh were introduced to the king as they bowed.
Naruto's eyes flashed a demonic red for the briefest of moments as he looked at the giant brother of the Hound.
"Just because I'm not looking at you doesn't mean I don't know where YOU are looking" the busty woman replied, shooting a disgusted look at her husband as he burped loudly and laughed while doing so. "You've been eyeing that poor girl like your prey since she arrived here. Do I need to remind you that she's to be my son's bride?"
Of course he has. She and Arya were the only girls worth looking at. It just helped that they were facing the arena and had their backs to him; he could enjoy the delicious sight of their famous Stark booties pressed against the wooden bench and forming a shelf-like curve at the back.
And here he thought Sansa was gifted in the butt department, but now that both infamous pairs of Stark butt cheeks were side by side, he realized with a certain amount of glee that Arya wasn't far behind either.
If anything, hers looked thicker and wider since she was short while Sansa's was …well perfect. Yes, perfect was the right word to describe it.
The crowd roared as Gregor and Hugh ran at each other, weapons set to knock their opponent from their horse and gain victory in front of the king. The outcome was painfully obvious. Soon enough, the former Hand's squire fell to the ground, impaled at the back of the neck from a shard of his own shattered shield.
How unfortunate.
"I don't want anyone near the Stark girls, specifically males"
"Even Joffrey?"
Enduring her husband for so long would've been impossible had Naruto been absent. The last few days, she barely got enough time to have a conversation with her Hand and when she did get the time, he was busy training, vising the little Stark whor…girls or fucking her handmaidens bowlegged!
So she was squeezing this opportunity for all its worth.
'Especially not that piece of shit' Naruto growled inwardly, not expressing his reaction on the outside. He was a warrior driven by passion but he knew when to say something and when to keep his mouth shut.
"Males, your Hotness, males"
The vague answer was clear enough. He had no plans to take back his words but was willing to let the topic slide. A rather mature and polite gesture, she had to admit.
The voluptuous queen groaned inside. 'Again with that nickname?! Does he not care that my husband is sitting right beside me?'
Hugh's body was promptly removed from the arena and a new match was announced, to be held a few minutes later.
Gregor was to compete against the knight from House Tyrell, Ser Loras Tyrell.
"Why're you so concerned for Sansa? You're my guardian, not hers or anyone for that matter" She wasn't jealous or anything but this interest he had in the Stark girls could prove detrimental to her future plans for the girls and him.
She needed him far from any emotional connection with anyone but herself, especially far from beautiful women or women in general to be honest…for her own safety of course. From what she had seen with her handmaidens, it was painfully obvious that the women had been thoroughly satisfied, all three of them in a single night, by a single man.
They were smitten with him, that much she knew. To avoid such occurrences, she needed to keep her guardian away from women so he could better protect her. It's not like she cared if he met a girl of his dreams and fell in love with …
Oh who was she kidding?
Seven's hell, she would never allow that, not him!
"I swore on my honor as a warrior to never let anyone harm her or Arya for as long as I live" the Uzgarian prince started in a rarely heard serious voice, blue eyes narrowing down on Loras Tyrell as he moved to present Sansa with a rose. "I intend to stand by that oath"
The royal family as well as the entire arena gasped as a tiny projectile, a large needle went slicing through the air in shocking speed and embedded itself deep into the extended hand of the Tyrell knight before he could present the rose to Sansa.
"Aarrgh my hand! Who dare attack me!?"
"Make a pass on Lady Sansa again and I'll make sure you don't have a hand to worry about" The wide-hipped Stark turned her head towards the source of the throw and smiled widely as she saw a frowning Naruto with his hand extended.
With one last pointed, utterly horrifying look at the Tyrell warrior, the Uzgarian prince swatted away the flaps of the hanging banners and walked away, leaving a stunned crowd behind
The queen, on the other hand, did not like this …romantic moment between the two, not one bit. And it wasn't because her son's future wife was being smitten with her guardian.
Sansa Stark had to be dealt with, any way necessary to keep her away from Naruto.
Small Council
"The king has requested the honor of your presence, your grace" a servant announced softly, bowing at the Queen Hand's office, making sure to stay as far away from the room's premises as possible due to a certain crimson furred and fanged problem.
"I'll be there"
The servant nodded respectfully and hurriedly closed the door after him as Ryujin gave him a fanged look.
"What do you think, Zetsu?"
The Uzgarian prince was seated in his office chair, a glass of wine in hand and a blank look on his face as he balanced a golden dagger made of Ryujin's fang, on his finger and looked at the Earth demon.
"Lord Stark has been investigating the mystery behind Jon Arryn's death; such an initiative has put him at odds with more than a few people in King's Landing."
"So he believes Jon Arryn was murdered?"
"Indeed, sire. I fear his relentless search for the truth may lead him somewhere dangerous."
"I've confidence in his abilities, Zetsu, I'm sure he knows how to go about this search. As cruel as it sounds, the former Hand's death does not interest me. Tell me about the Targaryen siblings"
Ned knew what he was doing and the man's sense of honor would never allow him to seek the help of another in finding out the truth about his father-figure's death. He respected the man's wishes and trusted his judgment. The Warden of the North knew what he was doing and he had no reasons to interfere.
"As you'd suspected, Viserys did indeed went ahead with his twisted plan to practically sell his sister to the Dothraki warlord in exchange for earning some favors when the need arises. In accordance with your orders, both Viserys and Khal Drogo were dealt with before either could steal the girl's innocence"
"Any complications?"
He would've loved to meet this Khal Drogo and find out if he was truly as fearsome as the stories made him out to be but every bit of respect for the man was lost when he heard that he basically took the girl like a thing…an object to be used.
Fortunately, he was dealt with before he could …get near to the girl.
"Viserys was easy to deal with, my lord, the little human kept screaming about being the last dragon and how it was his rightful place to rule everything. Never have I, in a thousand years, seen a human as annoying as that one. My spores were happy for the present and sent their humble regards"
"And Drogo?"
"His death could've made problems for Daenerys had I disposed of him without witnesses. It's absolutely amazing how a few drops of Crimson Cobra venom is able to bring a mountain of a man down like a sack of potatoes." The earth demon mused amusingly. "The entire Khalasar watched as he collapsed to the ground before he could even touch the girl, one of my despised assassination moves for sure but it got the job done"
"Excellent work, Zetsu, I shall see to it that you're generously rewarded" the young prince admitted with a grin, rising his glass in celebration for a silent victory.
"Being at your service is reward enough, my lord, it's been ages since I've had the opportunity to serve a master of your terrifying intelligence" the demon revealed genuinely. "With a single move, you not only removed a potential threat to Westeros and saved the girl you wanted but also got her an army to lead now that she's the widow of the Khal, it's magnificent!"
A young boy hailing from the North, living in the South and keeping his eyes on every direction for any brazen usurper to rear his/her ugly head. The Targaryen siblings were all the way in Essos, unknown to everyone, well beyond the reach of Westeros' influence yet he knew who they were and their potential role in the foreseen conflict.
He was sitting here in Red Keep but manipulating every player over the continents like his puppets.
Viserys was becoming a problem so he arranged for the so called dragon to act rudely to the Khal before his wedding, angering the volatile warlord and thus causing his imprisonment.
People don't care about prisoners in Essos, thus it was easy for his spores to devour the mouthy brat in his cell, with none the wiser about his fate.
Just as Drogo decided to act against the wishes of the prince and practically rape Daenerys, he received an order to dispose of the warlord. Any and all commands were followed regardless of their parameters. A few drops of venom in his herbal tea, meant to improve the warlord's stamina and vigor for the passionate night, ate him from the inside out.
The laws of Dothraki were simple. Any woman married to the Khal was their Khaleesi. Upon the death of the Khal, the queen or Khaleesi was in command, consummated or not. Even though iin official terms, the Khaleesi should be sent to the Vaes Dothraki to spend her life there but a certain spore quickly dealt with any older member of the horde who knew that fact.
Meaning Naruto moved a single piece over his chess board from a room in Red Keep and Drogo dropped dead in front of his tribe, relinquishing control of his tribe to his untouched bride. And just to keep the girl in command of the unruly men and women, a few of his spores disguised as her most loyal servants.
Working for such a mind was his greatest honor.
"Don't make me blush"
"I shall say it again, sire, it's an honor to serve you" the strange creature stated with a bow. "I will take my leave, with your permission"
"You may go"
As Zetsu disappeared into the ground and left his master to his own thoughts, Naruto stood up from his chair and walked to the window, blue eyes fixated on the infinite horizon of the sea as he raised his glass. "Consider half of my debt to you paid, my lady, I shall see to it that the other half is paid in full"
THE END
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