Sansa was seated next to him on the bench. Her breathing was heavy.

It had been a few months since he had spoken to Robb and convinced him to put down his crown, and so far, all had been according to plan. Lord Tywin had almost smiled when Robb Stark threw his crown down on the ground on the stony floors of Harrenhal and named his terms. Of course, Lord Tywin did not want to concede, but even he knew that he was not like to obtain any better terms: Peace, peace without a single drop of blood spilt between the Lion and the Wolf. There was also the exchange of hostages between the two sides: the Kingslayer for Sansa and Ice, their father's Valyrian Greatsword. Arya was still missing.

The hardest step was not Lord Tywin, but instead the Northern Lords who had all come down with Robb. And as that argument stretched into the early hours of morning, one by one the Lords had conceded. Whether or not they truly believed that this was the right course of action was left unsaid.

Rumors that it was Michael Stark who had convinced the King to step down had spread across the camp regardless of what action was taken against it. Some of the soldiers looked at him in scrutiny, seeing him as a coward, but most of them had a more friendly demeanor, they had been given a guarantee that they would see their families once again.

But Michael was looking ahead, this was just a small step towards the revenge of House Stark and, as he had promised to Lord Rickard, House Karstark. It had been a long road from Riverrun to Harrenhal and then on to King's Landing to declare their fealty to House Baratheon and the Boy King, Joffrey. Michael was relieved that everything had gone so smoothly, convincing the Lords and the negotiations at Harrenhal. There was constant doubt among the Lords and Lord Tywin was weary, especially of Michael himself. He could smell the mistrust that Lord Tywin had for him, but he had no other choice, this peace would mean that he was free to move South and crush Stannis and Renly.

In the Throne room at King's Landing, the mistrust was there as well and the power dynamic between Lord Tywin and the King became apparent. Although Michael was distracted by his sister at that time who was clearly in heat. Especially after the long time that they had been apart.

Sansa shifted closer and closer to him on the bench. Brushing her thigh against his.

Sansa Stark was head over heels for her brother, and she could not get enough of him. She had been fucking him for 4 years until she went South with her Father and had felt unsatisfied ever since. And now that he was seated next to her, her sexual urges had come flooding out. In the Red Keep she knew that they could not risk doing it, but now that they were far away in the Twins, on the way back to Winterfell, she could not contain herself.

She knew deep within her heart that she was born to be his broodmare. To be forever fucked and raped by her older brother and to bear the fruit of their incest. She could not remember the first time that he had taken her, but she knew that the day he did she was forever his. No normal man would be able to satisfy her, only her brother's long cock and his thick, steaming semen could fill her. The amount of moon tea that she had drunk to keep herself from being impregnated was immense. She missed the feeling of his semen dripping down her long silky legs, she missed the feeling of his cock being shoved down her throat. She missed the erotic taste of her brother's semen. And now he was right next to her. After more than a year of separation. She could feel the sexual tension between them. Her heart fluttered as she saw his growing arousal. That was the cock that would satisfy her and, hopefully, one day impregnate her.

As she shifted closer and closer to him on the bench in the crowded dining hall of the riverside stronghold of the Twins, she felt her supple thigh graze against his own, sending shocks of electricity up her thigh and deepening her wetness. She shifted closer to him. Her entire left thigh was now up against him, soft flesh squeezing up onto him. Sansa's amazing ass was also pressing against him as it spread out under her, accentuating her curvy, sexy figure, from her long thighs and her bouncy ass to her thin waist and perfect stomach, her breasts straining against her tight blue dress. Sansa was made to be fucked. Her body was hopelessly erotic, and Michael could not resist it. It was all he could do not to bend her over and fuck her brains out then and there. Instead he looked at her body, taking in every inch of it until their gazes met. Her blue Tully eyes to his own green ones.

He immediately broke eye contact and left the hall. He walked back to his quarters and barred the door. 'A moment longer and right now I would be fucking her on that very bench,' He thought 'damn that Sansa is such a horny bitch'.

Meanwhile, Layla was lay naked on the bed, still sleeping soundly from the rough fucking that she received a few hours ago. Layla was now fully subservient to him. He had fucked her and then cuckqueaned her again and again, all the way from Riverrun to King's Landing and back to the Twins. She most probably has already been impregnated by Michael. Of course, now that Sansa was here, Layla could not fully satisfy him. Even after he had fucked her till daybreak, he would still be hard, and Layla would have passed out. And with each passing day his dissatisfaction grew. Moreover, Sansa kept on coming on to him like a horny bitch, just like in the dining hall this evening.

The smell of sex still permeated the room, so Michael walked over to the window, his massive hard on still straining against his breeches, and pushed it open. The fresh river air ran over him and Michael threw his thoughts to the wind, indulging in his sexual fantasies for his sister. He did not know how long he had been there, thinking about defiling Sansa in every way possible, but he was woken from his trance by a rapping knock on the door. Michael walked outside, where the now Lord Robb's squire told him that he had been summoned to the Lord's solar.

Finally, Michael had a distraction from his sister. He entered his brother's solar and all the Lords surrounding the great map of the North turned around to look at him and acknowledged his presence. Only the Lords of the North were present, just as was when he convinced them to let Robb put down his crown. Jason Mallister was absent, having been sent North to the Moat to secure their defenses there. Lady Maege had a smirk worm its way onto her face and Galbart Glover stood next to her. Lord Robb's council had expanded in the past few months with the addition of Roose Bolton, Ser Helman Tallhart and Medger Cerwyn, who was released from captivity when Robb put down his crown and hostages were exchanged. Lord Rickard still looked at him with sullen eyes, even though his only living son was returned to him because of this peace, and the Greatjon gave him a stormy look. But then his face unfolded into a half smile. Michael was taken by surprise. All of the Northern Lords, and especially the River Lords, despised him for shoving his bitter truth down their throats. Most called him a coward, but once the King had made his mind the protests died down. Although the fractures within the Stark Host had begun to widen and it became harder and harder for Robb to maintain control over his Lords. They still had respect for him, and even attended his wedding to Roslin Frey, but the mistrust was there. Now though, Michael felt a shift in this dynamic.

Galbart Glover spoke first "Deepwood Motte has fallen to the ironborn,"

"Which means that…" Michael started

"Moat Cailin is next" finished Robb, "It seems to me that you were right this time brother. I had spent so much time split on this decision, but it seems that it has brought fruit."

"It seems that we have looked on you in the wrong way, Ser Michael" said Lord Glover

"Yes," boomed the Greatjon "You are more experienced than we thought"

"Your condolences for my brother can be said at a later time, for now we assemble all our horse and make for Moat Cailin as fast as possible. We leave at dawn" declared Robb

"Yes, my Lord" replied Galbart Glover. And just like that, one by one, all the Lords filed out of the solar, leaving only him and Robb.

"Oh, brother, am I glad I trusted you. Imagine if I were to lose the North while chasing that damned crown"

"That's why you should listen to me more brother. We will have our revenge on the Lannisters, mark my words" proclaimed Michael "Come Spring you'll be beheading Tywin Lannister, and that bastard boy with that very sword" He pointed at Ice.

Of all the Starks, Michael was the most furious at the news of his Father's death. Not only was his own Father killed, but his sister, and lover, taken away from him. And that very day he promised Robb that we would not stop until the Lannisters all lay dead before him. But ever since that day it had seemed to Robb that his brother's anger had disappeared, he was all the more confused when he was asked to put down his crown. Now, though, Robb could see his anger. Michael's normally cool and calm face was now contorted with his anger. Robb knew that Michael had a certain cunning about him, that his intelligence was a cut above the rest and when provoked his battle prowess is on level with Robb's own. There was a reason the men began calling him the Black Wolf. It was not only that his Direwolf was black, but because of his cunning and his hidden beastial side.

Michael then turned and left.

*2 Months Later*

Sansa walked out to the cold breeze of the sullen evening. The parapets of Winterfell were visible from the winter town as she prepared herself to walk back home. She could also feel a small wetness in her smallclothes. Finally, there would be no eyes and ears to witness her carnal desire for Michael. The sun cast a holy glow on the castle. She was home at last.

Robb had beaten the Ironmen at Moat Cailin. And when they heard that Theon had taken Winterfell, Robb and Michael marched North to take back their home. The battle that had ensued was short, although the deaths and wounded were in the hundreds, in the end Winterfell was taken. Bran and Rickon, who were believed dead after Ser Rodrick saw their dead bodies mounted on the walls, were found alive in the crypts.

As she walked beneath the portcullis and through to the courtyard beneath the Great Keep. Michael stood there looking at Theon Greyjoy, who was nailed to one of the walls of Winterfell. He noticed her, turned around to gestured for her to come closer. Sansa soon realized what he was up to. He was going to fuck her all night. Her arousal deepened as she felt a drop from her pussy trail down her long and slender thigh. Luckily, her teal dress and grey fur coat covered any sign of it from the others in the courtyard.

He then turned around and made way towards the Great Keep and she followed in pursuit. Her heartbeat quickening with every step and her pussy pulsing with want. She followed Michael to his bedroom, in the most secluded part of the Great keep, where she finally caught up with him. She was dripping like a fountain by the time he had barred the door and turned around to face her. Sansa shrugged her coat off and revealed her voluptuous and curvy body. Her dress was struggling to keep her fat ass and huge firm tits contained.

Michael then closed the gap between them and pulled her onto him with a hungry grab at her ass, it molded itself to the shape of his hand. Her stomach was now pressing against his rock, hard manhood as she stared into his eyes with carnal fascination and a gasp from the sudden grab. She then grinded her body against his throbbing manhood, feeling it pulsating against her stomach as Michael grabbed her ass with both hands and began to maul her ass cheeks. Her hands trailed all over his muscled body as she took in her brother's manly scent. That was the smell that drove her wild. The musky smell of his sweat coupled with the erotic scent of his precum that she could now see on his breeches. Her eyes moved from Michael's body and to his green eyes, where she stared at him with desire and want, her lips slightly parted as she gasped and moaned with each grab at her buttocks.

She moved closer to him. Now her tits were pressed up against his muscled torso, and she closed the gap between their lips. She grabbed for his mouth hungrily with her own and then slowly pulled away. Then she returned with another fiery, hungry kiss and continued to make out with him, not stopping for breath. Her hands trailed down to his hard cock as she cupped his massive balls. Michael moaned as they kissed. It was a deep, dark sound that made Sansa all the more wet.

Sansa then decided enough was enough and broke their long lusty kiss. She went down onto her knees and undid Michael's breeches. Finally, Sansa had his massive 12-inch cock in her hands. She licked down the length of his manhood as she felt it pulsating in her hands. Then Sansa continued to jack Michael off with both her hands giving long, deep strokes up and down his length, while she continued to periodically lick the oozing, pearly white precum that was spilling from the tip. She knew how to make Michael cum.

Then she took him in her mouth. Her wet tongue swirling around the head. Slowly Sansa bobbed her head up and down his length, taking in more and more of him. She continued this for a few minutes while simultaneously rubbing his length with both of her hands. Her throat began to gag around his length as she swallowed more and more of him, making a gurgling sound as she fought for breath. Michael's hands were now in her auburn hair, slowly forcing her head forward inch by inch. The convulsions in her throat grew stronger as more and more cock went down it. Sansa had now lost control of the situation. She first began to moan when his cock blocked her airways. Then her hands tightened around his thighs. Then she tried pulling her head back, but Michael just forced her to take in more of him. Then she began to panic. Sansa's blue eyes widened with shock and she began clawing at Michael and screaming against his manhood. Tears ran down her cheeks just moments before he pulled out. Sansa gasped for air when she was finally able to breathe. She wiped her tears and looked up at him, his length looming over her face. She loved it. This sense of natural obedience. He was her master, and this episode had reminded her of her place.

She stood up and undid her dress, revealing her supple skin to the warm air. More precum oozed out of his cock as it grazed against her stomach. Her body was unbelievably sexy. She had a massive hot ass and a firm set of E cup tits. Her wide hips slanted towards her small waist giving her an alluring, curvy figure that only served to make him harder. But the icing on the cake was her flat, toned stomach. The round outline of her abs could be traced around her sexy bellybutton. Michael immediately had his hands all over her. Sansa's breasts were like fresh dough, that changed perfectly to the shape of his hands. Her wide hips began grind into his long manhood once again, as she pressed up against him. She could now feel him on her bare skin, an electric rod pulsating all along the entire length of her stomach and in between her breasts. They continued to kiss, slowly walking towards the bed. Just as they were on the edge, he pulled away. Sansa had a moment to look down. She saw the head of his cock right in between her breasts, and a copious amount of precum sticking to her as well.

Michael put his hand around her ass picked her up and Sansa instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Her pussy was now directly grinding against his length while she arched her back and continued to make out with him. Michael must have changed his mind, because instead of falling onto the bed, instead he took Sansa to an empty desk where he put her down. Her pussy was aching, but now they were finally going to do it. He was finally going to fill her up.

She looked straight into his eyes as he lined himself up with her entrance. His head teasing her clit.

"Please" she begged him, "I need it, I need you in me". Then he thrust inside her. Slowly parting her tight pussy while she moaned in relief. He drew back, and then forced more of his cock into her causing her moans to deepen. She laid back flat on the desk, her auburn hair spread out around her head and her blue eyes fixed onto his green ones as he slowly began to rhythmically thrust into her. He could only fit 10 inches into her before he would begin pounding at her cervix, but that was more than enough to send her into a Cumming frenzy. He could feel her come when her pussy became impossibly tight around this thick member. He moans grew more and more erotic, while he thrust into her faster and faster. Her mind could only focus on his cock as it continually pushed at her entrance and caused her stomach to bulge with each quick thrust.

Then he changed his pace and began to draw his long length out and pound into her with long thrusts. This was too much for Sansa. With every thrust she came on him. He was hitting all of her sensitive spots so hard that all she could think about was that he was going to cum in her, but her mind was so lost in pleasure that at this stage it was enough to make her cum again. Her breasts moved up and down with her deep, lathered breathing, jigging with each thrust. After almost 10 minutes of rough, intense fucking, he pulled out of her. Sansa could not believe it, he had not cum in her yet. She looked at him in desperation.

"Michael, please, please. Just let it all out in me. You can't do this to me now"

Sansa began to gyrate her hips, beckoning for him to enter her sloppy, wet pussy. That was one of the worst decisions she would ever make.

"You horny bitch, all you want is my cock. Even in front of that bastard King, you were still grinding this fat ass on me. Well now here's your punishiment"

She realized too late what he was going to do to her. With the last thrust of her hips he plunged into her, all 12 inches. She broke into a gargled scream as she struggled against her rippling orgasm. His cock had broken into her womb, giving her a sensory overload that broke her mind. Her arms flailed at his back, struggling to keep herself in reality.

He then slowly pulled out, the bulge in her stomach disappearing, before thrusting into her womb again. Goddamn, He thought, Womb sex is just the best. She just gets unbelievably tight and her Cervix also squeezes down on me.

Michael continued to violate her womb, and with each thrust broke her mind with orgasm after orgasm. This was why there were some women who absolutely could not live without him, and Sansa was one of them. Womb sex was something that he reserved for his favorite broodmares. Layla was not one of them, but she most probably would soon be.

Her final orgasm came when Michael finally released his seed into her pulsing womb. It hit the back of her womb causing her to flinch with every long, thick rope. She then passed out and Michael finally grew soft.

Her red auburn hair was spread out on the desk and her pussy was leaking a lot of his cum. Michael picked her up and carried her onto the bed, where he laid her down to rest. Even though she was his sex slave, she was the only woman he cared about.

The next morning, Michael woke up to a horny Sansa busy jacking off his morning wood.

"Oooh, Someone's eager" He said

Finally, the peaceful days at Winterfell would finally resume, after two long years, Sansa was finally his again.