The Hunger of Wild White Wolf (ASOIAF/GOT AU)
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General Summary
AU: Prince Jonothor of House Targaryen and Stark takes after more Uncle Brandon Stark and his ancestor Daemon Prince in how they are roguish, womanizing charmers that ladies can't get enough off.
Chapter Summary
Chapter Prompt by Lordofthecosmos
After the defeat of the Night King and his Legion of Dead and White Walkers, Jon's greeted by his two cousins, Sansa and Arya, naked on the bed. The sisters propose that he impregnate them to create an heir for House Stark of Winterfell. He agreed on the unconditional agreement of being his bride as well.
Chapter Theme
Rough Sex, Fucked Silly, M/F/F Threesomes, Dom/Sub, Incest, Size Play, Size Difference - Tall Man/Short Women, Spanking, Breeding
The Hunger of Wild White Wolf (ASOIAF/GOT AU)
Chapter Three: Love of the Northern Sisters (Sansa Stark/Arya Stark)
Sansa and Arya Stark. The eldest and youngest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark nee Tully. Sansa and Arya were like two sides of a copper penny not in term of look but of behavior traits:
Sansa, tall slender but full-figured red-head beauty who was gentle, soft-spoken and calm-hearted with the sublime grace and elegance of a perfect southern lady who fit the traditional social expectations of a highborn lady. The Red Rose of the North.
Arya, a short but well-toned dark-haired beauty who was a wild, blunt-spoken and hot-hearted she-wolf with the aggression and willfulness of a strong northern lady who will not bow to the social expectations of the south but of the North. A fierce and stubborn female warrior just like the much-missed First She-Wolf of Winterfell.
The two to House of stark and to the entirely of the Kingdom of the North were complete and utter opposite of each other and which often had them butt heads heads ever since their girlhood to to their adulthood years, though the belligerence had cool down after the two mature from innocent maiden to full-figured hardened half-southern-&-northern-blooded women.
The two sisters of ice and fire have one thing in common between them, the one thing that could make them put aside their differences…
PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~!
"By the Gods! You are so deep inside me Jon~!"
"Fuck me you big-dicked bastard! Ruined my tight highborn pussy with your cooooock~!"
…was their mutual attraction toward Prince Jonothor of House Targaryen, the tall, dark and handsome rogue warrior prince. The infamous son of the deceased King Rhaegar Targaryen and Queen Lyanna Targaryen nee Stark, well-known for his roguish behavior and his controversial escapades that evokes the Rogue Prince and the Wild Wolf who like them was a wild card and a wildfire in the shape of a well-built and masculine hunk of a man who was strong, willful, untamed and dominating like a dragon of Old Valyria and a direwolf of the North.
Sansa and Arya, naked the day of their nameday was looking up at Jon with love and adoration on their pretty faces. The two sisters held hands to support each other as they endure the ruthless and near-violet sex with the tower-like beast of a man who was fast and swift like the wind as he pump his long, muscular cock in and out of their cunt with the masterful precision of a master bowsman and the forcefulness of a huge dockyard brute.
PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~!
"Heh. To think that my two cousins are a pair of needy whores begging to get seeded by their big bad cousin rather than one of my uncle's weak bannerman sons or one of your mother's pathetic riverlanders sons~!" He chuckles in his dark, rich baritone voice as he skilfully pumps his cock in and out of his cousin's tight cunt, switching from one of the other tight fuckable cunt with the skill and confidence of a well-versed student of carnality. "What would your father, your mother think of you two if they saw you two act less like an esteemed trueborn daughter of House Stark but a pair of two-piece copper loose whores." He asked them in a mocking voice as he pitched and pulled on their hard, sensitive nipples that would soon be leaking milk when he filled them with his thick, virile cum.
To birth the scion of the Savior of the World, the Slayer of the Night King, the Scourge of the Dead, and the man who was the right person to give themselves to in complete and utter willing submission. To be this paragon of a manhood loyal and forevermore adoring soon-to-be-pregnant whore-slaves worship his thick cock and overbearing savage-esque masculinity.
PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~! PLWAP~!
"Only for you Jon! I am a whore to you and you only!" Arya cried out like a complete and utter bitch in heat, growling in pleasure as she pleasure her oversensitive clit with her rough long fingers as she tried to pushed herself over the edge, to have her mind drowned in the boiling sea of steamy pleasure from the ruthless savage sex with the northern Valyrian warrior king.
The warrior king of Ice and Fire smiled a wicked, dominating smirk as he relished the look of extreme unadulterated pleasure on his youngest cousin who always fancy herself as a strong and fearless she-warrior, unbowed and refused to submit to traditional female expectation of meek submission and being a glorified baby factor but deep down she was a submissive bitch; to him and him only as he slaped her upright clit with rough force making Arya the Second She-Wolf of the North practically howled in pain-induced pleasure.
Jon switched his attention from Arya to Sansa with swift, confident ease. His cock slipped out of Arya and to Sansa who let out a cat-like purr that reminded him of the late Lady Stark who made the same sound when he bedded her on numerous occasions when he desire the taste of married fisherman whore daughter and his own sexual sadism in making his aunt break her family house words.
'She truly takes after Lady Stark in terms of how easy-to-please and submissive she is.' The Dragonwolf Hero King mused as he thrust hard, fast and brutal inducing orgasm after orgasm in Sansa who look like she lost the ability to even think from the blank-eyed, eyes-rolling, mouth-gaping, tongue-hanging look on her once cool and stoic rose-with-thorn visage. "Get ready, Sansa, Arya. I am going to get you two with my seed and begot you two Stark sluts with my heir~!"
The casual but whammy statement from the dragon-blooded wolf prince was enough to get the two polar opposite but equal in sluttiness and lustfulness as she let out a gushing, squirting orgasm that stain themselves, Jon and the bedding with overly excessive force and wetness
"Breed me with your royal seed~!/Breed me you dragon-dicked bastard~!"
Their plea for him to breed him was more than enough for him to stop holding back the imminent climax as he unleashed his thick load of hot white cum in their tight, ovulating twats. His seed invading their defendless eggs, plundering and asundering the fertile lands with their virility, begot them with his half-first men half-valyrian seed. Jon let out a dragon-like moan followed by Sansa and Arya lewd moaning scream as they milked up as much as his cum as possible to gain absolute certainty they will not walk out of this room without his seed in them and his noble heir growing in their womb.
The Dragonwolf King let out a sign of contentment from his lips as he looked at his handiwork with a smile. Sansa and Arya barely coherent and conscious from the absolutely brutal baby-making sex they had with him, their cunt was already leaking out cum and making a small but growing big poodle of cum and piss that got him chuckling as he decided to used their heir as a hand cloth and a small display of his dominance over them…
…future generation and spoken history shall remember the Daeron Stark and Rickon Stark, the son of King Jonothor, the First of His Name of House Targaryen and Stark of the New Valyria, Slayer of the Night King, the Wild White Wolf, Ice Dragon and Black Winter and his consort, Lady Sansa Stark the Red Rose of the North and Arya Stark the Second She-Wolf of the North.
…And scene.
Sorry for the long delay in the chapter, I am feeling under the weather and not having the motivation to do my writing. It comes back to me but it slow-burn for me and I am uncertain if I'll overcome my writer block and my depression any time soon.
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