The Hunger of Wild White Wolf (ASOIAF/GOT AU)
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Author Notice
Hello dear readers of me. This is Sandkings321, author of The Amorous Tale of Rasmus's Shadewalker (Elder Scrolls & Multiverse), The Sixth Overlord: The Dark Conquest of Dragonwolf, Rasmus's Conquest, Jaune Arc: Tales of Casanova of Remnant and Harry Potter and the Amazing Life of a Wizard Playboy (Harry Potter). And I've an announcement to make regarding the storyline of The Hunger of Wild White Wolf.
Due to numerous Chapter Prompt Suggestion in my suggestion box for The Hunger of Wild White Wolf is quite sizable. Now, my plan for this story is a simple straightforward plot in the vein of my favorite smut "Sirius Black, Groundskeeper (Harry Potter)" by Cambrian and "Sleazy Sex And Subservience" by NQEvash. But, due to numerous prompts which in my books are set in entirely different timelines or settings or don't feel right to use which put a damper on my original plans.
Which means I either have to change my plan for the story or I've to delete a few of the suggestion prompts to bring order and simplicity to the story. Not a fan of changing my plan but I also don't want to throw away the prompt made by the requester.
Let me know how you feel about this. And also, please enjoy the story
General Summary
AU: Prince Jonothor of House Targaryen and Stark takes after more Uncle Brandon Stark and his ancestor Daemon Targaryenin how they are roguish, womanizing charmers that ladies can't get enough off.
Chapter Summary
Queen Lyanna Stark the Wolf Queen is often annoyed by the antics of her roguish womanizing son. She tried to discipline him and shaped him into being a noble and responsible prince, which often failed and led her into his bedchamber and being his bitch once more.
Chapter Theme
Dom/Sub - Maledom & Femsub, Age Difference - Older Woman/Younger Man, NTR, Cheating, Breeding, Incest, Big Cock, Big Ass
The Hunger of Wild White Wolf (ASOIAF/GOT AU)
Chapter One: The Liaison of Wolves (Lyanna Stark)
"Jonothor Targaryen," She exhaled. "You need to stop and think about the impact of the consequences of your actions. Going after maids and whores and leaving bastards behind are one thing but going after highborn ladies and maidens of high lords of Westeros are going too far."
Her son, Jonothor better called Jon, as usual looked at her with a casual and relaxed expression, just looked at her with a stern, charismatic gaze from his dark, mesmerizing eyes. He lays on his bed, without a shirt on, showcasing his wide muscular torso and the sizable collection of rugged battle scars. Even though he isn't doing anything sexuallyproactive, his laid-back posture and the faint bulge in his trousers was noticeable and hard to look at.
"I am doing little harm in my actions and activities. As far as I and they're concerned. I am doing them a service by making them remember life is short and unfortunate and I can make it more memorable for them." An easy smile on his lips.
Already, Lyanna could feel a headache forming in her head.
"Don't japed with me, Jon. The Lords of Westeros are outraged by your antics as well as the numerous bastards you left behind. You—"
She pinched the bridge of her nose as Jon threw his head backwards with a soft but booming chuckles. Finding the displeasure of the lords more amusing and interesting - amusement of his cuckoldry and siring bastard of their wives and maiden daughters.
She walked toward the bed, rubbing her temples, and looked at the face of her son. Her once sweet son who was once a quiet and respectful prince and the star of her life as her marriage with Rhaegar grew cold and distant as years went by.
Now, he's just a roguish scoundrel and impetuous womanizer who's spent his time making friends in King's Landing, especially Flea Bottom. A infamous whoremonger and unrepentant philanderer who has the good looks and the prenatural charisma and magnetism to attract attention of the good and bad kind, earning the equal amount of respect and admiration and dislike and disdain of numerous people.
The Rogue Wolf, the Dragon of Lust, King of Flea Bottom and Second Prince of the City, The Hedonist and Lustful Wolf, is what they call him, behind or to his face, which often irked her to no end.
She eyed with a hard, critical glower, her right eye twitching prominently. Her thin but well-toned arms crossed under her bosoms.
"Jonothor…"
"Do my antics toward the nobleborn displeased you or are actually displeased by the lack of attention from me." He questioned, in that supremely deep but insufferable voice of his. "Because if you are displeased with my slight neglect of attention and affection toward you. I want you to know that I am more than happy to give you the bountiful amount of my attention and affection."
A dark growl emitting from the northern born queen. Her face darkened more and more, so she leaned closer to him and stared deep into the casual, piercing gray eyes with a baleful glare.
Then, with a mixed look of annoyance and infatuation on her pretty face, she pressed her soft pink-colored lips against her son's rugged lips. Her tongue slipped in his mouth and danced for supremacy.
Which she lost as he returned the vigor and passion tenfold, with skills and experiences of a proficient student of the art of carnality.
Her cold hand, reached out and seized the erect cock through his baggy trousers, her blue nails digging into the fabric.
She pulled out with a touch of reluctance, light trails of saliva connected to their lips and her eyes, half-lidded and still smoldering on annoyance and infatuation.
"Damn you to Seven Hells and Wild Hunts of the New and Old Gods," She cursed him, her sharp shimmering gray eyes blazing with annoying infatuation. "Why did I've to give birth to such an insufferable, self-centered and imperious son!" She asked, more to herself than to Jon.
"Would you prefer if I was a dour, brooding son, full of gratuitous, exorbitant amounts of self-pity and pathetic display of cowardice and drama?" He asked, jape and mockery in his deep, northern-accented and imperious baritone voice.
She closed her eyes. Shuddered in disgust and pity on the disgraceful image of the dour, brooding version of her roguish, arrogant womanizing son.
"No," She stated. "I would rather have you as my son than whatever creature of that weak-willed, self-pitying boy." She replied with a dry-as-stone blunt tone of voice.
A brief chuckle emitting out of the handsome rogue prince.
"Glad to know of your loving affection to your one and only son." Japed Jon, his large bearish hands slide down on the athletic curves of her lithe, voluptuous hourglass figure. "I could feel the great unconditional love from you."
Queen of Westeros, Lyanna of House Stark of Winterfell, rolled her eyes on the sarcastic tone of her aerobic son. Shook her head, moving her hands from the rippled torso to the bulge in his trousers.
"You are an insufferable arse," Lyanna unlaced the strings of his trousers. "Far from your refined and beautiful father. More like the Wild Wolf and the Rogue Prince." She added on as she pulled from the confinement of his trousers. The hard cock of magnificent girth and masculine length.
"Especially when you are bigger and thicker and harder than my dear husband." Lyanna said as she held the massive meat-sword, her hand barely wrapped around the thick girth.
"It is the First Men blood that blessed me with the cock of the true man of the north. And the cock that conquered the endless amounts of cunts and left numerous women with my bastards." He boasted, without a single hint of shame and humility about his sexual conquests and the legion of bastards.
She gave her son a dark, deadpan look which was rumored to make the bravest of people into weak and spineless craven.
"I am happy to be the grandmother of my rogue son, and his clutch of bastards and the bitterness of lords across the Seven Kingdoms." She said to Jon in an aerobic tone. Her hand moved up and down on the huge girthy length.
"Better than the self-absorbed Aegon and his lack of interest in sex and my father neglectful duties to his wives." The Wild White Wolf replied, mocking his older half-brother and father, neither of whom he doesn't have close or good kinship with.
…Though, the same couldn't be said about his female kin as she thought about Rhaenys, Rhaella, Daenerys and Elia, all of Jon's women. Even as Dany and Rhae were betrothed to Heir of Riverrun and Sunspear respectively, the two show little shame or hesitation on cheating on them with the roguish, womanizing charmer who is more of a man than the foolish fish lord and the less than stellar dorishman whose is as far from the typical norm.
"Don't insult your father or brother," She scorned him, though no heat was on her words or voice. "They're your kin and the king and crown prince of Westeros."
"…and yet my kin consist of a King who is obsessed with prophecy, an uncle who one step toward Targaryen madness and the crown prince is an inadequate inheritor to the Iron Throne." He added with a smirk of mockery, even as he growled under his breath at the incredible intensity of her semi-handjob.
She would say more about the lack of respect for the brother and father, but even she didn't care about it as she put her whole attention to the magnificent length attached to the tall, dark and handsome northern prince. Her pink lips touched the bulbous tip before it slid down past her full lips to her throat and her nose reached the base of the well-groomed yet thick pubic hair, a slight gagging sound was made but she expertly surpassed her gag reflex.
"Sweet fuckin' Old God. You were really hungry for my fat cock are you?" He asked, his deep, strong northern baritone voice darkened with wicked desires and lust.
She narrowed her beautiful, penetrating gray eyes in annoyance at the smugness and misogyny in his word, but did little to dispel them as she honed her attention on the behemoth cock inside her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on the long and thick cunt-lengther. Soon she stops her controlled movement and increases her bobbing, moving with the quickness and suddenness of a proficient Flea Bottom cat purse assassin.
"GAGHK~! GAGHK~! GAGHK~! GAGHK~!"
The increasing sound of the wolf-MILF gagging on the beautiful, vascular cock were music to the smug, cocky womanizer who was smirking down at her with such smug, unrepentant arrogance and haughtiness, befitting of a Northern Direwolf with the Blood of the Dragon Lord of Old Valyria.
"Fuckin' damn. Take it you silly little slut. Suck all of it like the good cunt you are." The Wolf Prince of Flea Bottom replied in a pleased tone. His huge, rugged and muscular hand goes to pet the long, flowing brown mane of hair. HIs fingers, large and meaty, curled in the smooth hair of the drop-dead beautiful, voluptuous MILF. "Show me how much you love my hard cock~!"
Annoyance colored her mind, but once more, did little else but suck the massive, burly and vascular horse-sized cock with great magnificent skills and stellar experience in during her series of sexual liasion with her unbearably smug, unapologetic but extremely charismatic and charming womanizing big-dicked son who has the big cock and the sheer sexual prowess to make her put her annoyace at his arrogance and misogyny on the back of her mind and focused on indulging in her sinful lust and incestuous urges on his massive dick.
"GAGHK~! GAGHK~! GAGHK~! GAGHK~!"
"You must be really hungry for my seed are you?"
"GAGHK~! GAGHK~! GAGHK~! GAGHK~!"
"And I don't blame you for your hunger. My seed is quite divine to quench your slutty thirst for seed."
"GAGHK~! GAGHK~! GAGHK~! GAGHK~!"
"Fuck! I am getting close to seedin'"
The Wolf Queen hummed at the near-orgasmic voice of her roguishly womanizing son. She moved her lips faster and deeper, even as she reached down to grab hold of the large family jewels, cupping them in rough grasps of love and lust, rolling his testicles over and rubbing them. Her long, slender yet strong fingers and blue-painted nails traced the rugged texture of the massive balls in rough tenderness.
Eventually, Lyanna felt the hot semen rocketing up from his balls and filled her whole mouth with its thick viscous matter of seminal cum. In spite of the incredible load of cum filling her mouth, she nevertheless milked him. The Wolf-Queen, Lyanna kept on quaffing the seed down her gullet and into her belly in mouthful after mouthful of the hot and rich semen.
The adulteress removed her mouth from the still-hard cock, a lipstick ring on the base of the incredible pillar of virility and manhood. Pulsing with a heavy presence that made her loins moisten in aching hunger and need, need to have the large and menacing sizable scythe into the deepest cavern of her burning, delectable quim.
"Does it taste good, mother?" The Wolf Prince asked in a sing-song tone of smug amusement.
She glared at her son once more.
"Unless your desire to live a life of eunuch. Better keep your disrespectful tone to yourself." She threatened in a malicious tone of voice.
The Wolf Prince of Dragon Kingdom's response is to grinned like a loon and a low chuckle emitting out his lips.
"And deny yourself your favorite cock~?"
She closed her eyes out of resignation and annoyance, her threat proved to be inefficient to her wayward son once again.
"Goddamnit, Jon." She said. Her voice dripping with deadpan annoyance at her carefree and cocky-as-hell son
"Less talking and more stripping out that dress." Jon replied back in a cheeky but dominating voice, his gray wolfish eyes burning strong with lustful hunger and passion of Old Valyria and First Men of the Ancient King in the North.
She narrowed her eyes into slits, but obeyed the dominating order as she stripped out of her simple yet beautiful and opulent gown. Her son watched on with a smug smile and excitement in his deep, piercing gray eyes. The Dragonwolf in him licks its maws in salivating delight at the delicious female flesh on the beautiful older woman.
Soon, Lyanna was laid bare before him and he whistled like the hornwolf he was. Her figure, shaped into a slim and curvaceous hourglass with perfect blend of graceful slenderness and whorish bustiness. Her breasts might not be as big as Rhae or Cat, but quite frankly delicious and perky, her childbearing hips wide and broad, and her ass is big and fat, the perfect blend of supple fat and well-toned muscle.
"My father is a fool for neglecting you for his mad obsession with prophecy." He said, roamed his strong manly hands on her slim, athletic and curvaceous figures, exuding sexiness and femininity.
"Don't insult your father." She scorned him, even as she rubbed her slit on the long rigid length with a slight gasp slipped out her beautiful lips. "And don't you mention his name." Added the Wolf-Queen as she held up the powerful cock, that passed her belly button, showcased the length and girth of the all-encompassing behemoth-sized cock.
His response was to smirk like the perverted wolf he is. And the Wolf-Queen signed deeply in resigned annoyance as she lifted up her wide, thicker lower body and pressed her wet quim on the tip of the throbbing shaft. Feeling the hot, thick pre-cum against the entrance of her tunnel made the lean, curvaceous MILF bit her soft lips as she slumped doward onto the hot and massively immense cock, feeling the cock hit the inside of her womb like a hulking, brutal warhammer.
"Fuck~" The She-Wolf moaned out lascivously, squirting her love juices on the chiseled abs like a torrential river. She began bounces up and down on the long meat-pole to get a good rhythm and tempo, feeling the rugged length of the strong, healthy manhood.
Eventually, she stopped going slow and began increasing the speed and rhythm and tempo, bouncing on the cock like a wild bucko. Her tits bounced wildly, her thick voluptuous ass slammed against the muscular hips of the Dragonwolf who placed his large hands on her wide hips, a natural air of calm dominance and smirk of pure smugness on his lips.
"That's it. Keep on bouncing like the whore you are." Said the Wolf Prince. His deep baritone voice oozed with smug satisfaction. "Show me how much you love my hard cock." He barked out a self-pleased, booming laugh as he returned the bounces with his harsh, sharp and rapid succession of upward thrusts, their aim was to hit her G-spot in her womb and bring orgasmic ruination to the adulterous and incestous MILF.
The intensely piercing, shimmering gray Stark eyes fluttered at the deep-thrusting fucking of her womb. Her G-spot, bashed with complete and utter ruthless efficiency, befitting of a skilled lover who could rightfully gloat about his phenomenal carnal prowess.
"PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~!"
"Oh, oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…"
"PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~!"
"Fuck~! Fuck~! Fuck~! Fuck~!..."
"PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~!"
"Fuck my unfaithful, incestous twat you fuckin'!" The Wolf Queen hollered out, her fat ass slammed up and down on the rigid cock in fierce and ruthless force, cumming mindlessly and repeatedly of no end or mercy on her battered, sensitive cooch.
"Fuck!" The Northern Dragon growled out as he pulled down the Wolf Queen and fiercely kiss her in extreme force and passion and vehemence. His tongue dominates her tongue in ruthless efficiency and savagery. The She-Wolf returned the same passion as she madly out with the roguish, charismatic and handsome womanizer.
"PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~! PLAHP~!"
The aching throbbing from the long, curved and rigid dick was felt by the curvy athletic woman. Knowing of the imminent orgasmic climax from her ultra-virile and masculine son.
"Going to cum son. Maybe I should cum inside you and make you one of the many broodwhores birthing clutches of bastards for me?" Quipped the Black Prince with a smile of extreme lustful arrogance and blissful charisma. His cock piston in and out with rapid force and power.
"F-Fuck you!" She hissed out. Feeling a depraved sense of satisfaction and pleasure from the crass, misogynistic words from her damnable son. "Do you k-know how m-much t-trouble we can get in—"
He interrupted by switching from cowgirl position to kneeling missionary position. His tall muscular build exudes raw dominance. His handsome-featured face, sharp with intense concentration and sexual tension, his hips move like the wind. His cock slammed into her womb and right onto her sweet G-spot like a warhammer.
"I don't give a Seven Hell fuck. I am going to fuck and breed you like the Wolf Whore you are," He pumped his hips with powerful machine-like force and precision. "And you're going to take it because you're my woman."
The strong sense of possessiveness in her son's deep, domineering voice. The raw, fervid sensation of the aggressive dominance and strong, dominant pressure he exudes out like huge tidal waves made the slutty Stark Queen…It was more than to set off a chain of massive, orgasmic explosions of unparalleled pleasure.
The Rogue Wolf smirked at the vividness of her long sequence of massive, orgasmic explosions of pure unparalleled pleasure of the imminent seeding with him. A welcoming sensation as he thought of the previous women he bedded with and seeded with his bastard. Memories of a woman with beautiful purple eyes dancing in his mind.
He let out a deep, wolf-like grunt as he unleashed torrential of cum into the waiting womb, thick spurt of boiling hot cum filled up her entire womb in an incredible thickness that made the Wolf Queen howl like a bitch. Her cunt, milked him up as much as possible, but more than enough exploded out of the rim of her cum-stuffed twat. A thick puddle of cum formed under her thick ass and Lyanna eyes rolled deep into her skull, a series of incomprehensible gibberish and moan came out of the fucked silly wolfess.
A sigh of contentment came out of the Northern Dragon as he took out his cock and let a few shots of cum splashed on the tits and face and abs of the near-comatose MILF who was gasping and moaning in near-incomprehensible mess. His hawkish gray eyes stare long and hard at the woman, a proud and fierce woman, a bitch.
Smirking. He made sure she was comfortable and safe as he set her on his side. His hand on her teat as he lays on his bed with a smile, as he drifts off to the Land of Dreams.
'She's my bitch. In spite of her annoyance and denial of it. She is just as much of a hopeless whore to my cock as Dany and Rhae and others.'
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And…scene! Thanks for your patience with me and reading this story. Speaking of story, I am considering doing just the same thing as my previous stories. Just go with a series of disconnected anthologies in veins of "The Amorous Tales of Rasmus Shadewalker".
Signed Sandkings321