The sound of blades ringing filled the yard as the evening drills came to an end.
Lady Ashara Stark rarely, if ever, came to watch the evening drills. These days however, she made an exception; so too did most of the people of Winterfell. For while there was nothing quite interesting in watching grown men play with sticks, it was certainly entertaining to watch a young man mop the floor with Winterfell's veterans.
At the centre of the yard, a mock spar was being held, except it wasn't much of a spar. A bronze skinned youth was going up against three of Ser Rodrick's best, and was handily coming out on top, to the amusement of nearly all of Winterfell gathered to watch it.
Wielding dual blades, the young man was as quick as a snake, striking with the grace of a trained dancer. His movement was positively mesmerising, and Ashara was considerably impressed.
Beside her, her husband Lord Eddard made a noise of surprise. "He is better than anything I've yet to see."
Ashara raised a sculpted eyebrow. "Is that so, my lord?" Her lord husband had, afterall, faced off against the Arthur Dayne. And killed him too, a venomous part of her immediately replied. Coming from him, it meant this was high praise indeed.
"Yes, undoubtedly." Ned's eyes had not left the young man, who'd by now beaten one man to submission and was pummelling the other two with blow after blow. "He fights like two men combined. Quite unlike anything I've seen."
A small smile formed on her face. "Then we should be grateful to have such an exceptional talent in our service."
He laughed in response. "Indeed, indeed."
Ashara returned back to watching the young man fight. She knew him very well, very very well; far more than anyone could've thought her capable of. Aro Malaqon was the third son of some old Volantene noble family, and had been Triarch Maegyr's personal sword since he was fourteen. Disillusioned with the life of a noble, he'd taken to roaming around as an adventurer until he'd ended up at Winterfell three years later.
Or so Aro had told her and Eddard when he'd sworn himself to the North.
Ashara had her own suspicions. She was not an idiot or mindless, and she saw things for what it was. Volantene nobles did not just let their sons become adventurers, even the third and discarded ones. Besides, Aro was young and handsome, and at the ripe age of seventeen was perfect for being married away for alliances.
So why would he be discarded like that?
The spar came to an end with both the remaining men knocked unconscious. The people gathered round cheered as Aro basked in the glory. The young man turned to the lord and lady, a cocky smile in place as he bowed at them. Ashara clapped politely while Eddard nodded in approval and beckoned the man over.
She watched as Aro made his way over to them, eventually bowing once more. "A fine display!" proclaimed Lord Stark. "Who taught you to fight like this, lad? 'Tis no small feat to best my veterans."
The cocky grin did not budge from Aro's face. "Talent cannot be taught, my lord, one must be born with it." He cast his eyes playfully on Ashara while he said it, before his attention drifted elsewhere.
She gave him a cold look back, and then proceeded to shamelessly ogle all the toned muscle on display. Aro was built lean, but he still had the sculpted muscle from hours of sparring, and it was pleasing to the eye. Ashara made sure he knew she was ogling him, blatantly meeting his eyes before feasting her sight all over him.
She was the Lady of Winterfell and his superior, after all. For all intents and purposes, he was her property.
Her husband and Aro continued to converse, and Ashara laughed internally at all the multitude of ways Aro kept trying to sideye her. It was difficult for him, since everyone's eyes were on him; it was far easier for her, because almost no one was bothered with her.
"Any news from Volantis?" asked Eddard beside her.
"It remains much the same, my lord." replied Aro. "My father and scarce few others support Triarch Maegyr in his bid to guide Volantis to glory, but the Elephant's hold on power remains strong. Even now my family begs me to return, for a warrior of my capability will be invaluable for a coup."
She could feel Eddard's disapproval of that. Family was all to him, after all. "Then why do you not heed their wishes?"
The young man turned and spat. "I would rather be gelded than be part of yet another plot by those heartless nobles. My family does not give one whit about me, they only care for my blade."
That seemed to satisfy her husband, but Ashara was in the mood for mischief. Fixing a polite smile on her face, she asked, "The same family to whom you write almost every week?"
Aro gave her a quick scowl before morphing his face into something more polite, just as Ned turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "Well.. uh, my lady," stumbled the young man for a moment, "you see, appearances have to be maintained. Especially if, one day, the need for me to return back to Volantis arises."
Once more, Ashara caught his eyes wandering, and she had to laugh inside her again. Even while he was pissed, the young man couldn't help but ogle her. In a way, she admired the audacity. "Ah, of course," she conceded, "we nobles do know the value of maintaining appearances."
It wasn't his fault, either. Ashara knew she was exceptionally beautiful, and she also knew she could be all the more seductive when she wanted herself to be. Her full breasts had only grown larger over the years, and she'd always been curvaceous. Birthing two children had only increased those curves in the right places, her wide hips giving way to what she modestly considered to be a round and thick arse.
The years had helped her out too. Aro was only seventeen, at his age he absolutely dug up the idea of fucking a beautiful and seductive older woman, and better yet if she was married. All Ashara had to do was walk with a little sway of her hips to get Aro's eyes glued to her arse. It was laughably easy, really.
Her husband and Aro had continued with their conversation of Volantene politics, which soon came to a close. Ned gave a perfunctory nod to the rest of the people present and her, before departing for his lordly matters.
Ashara strutted up to Aro, leaning forward. She watched amusedly as the young man's eyes immediately locked on to the swell of her full breasts, and remained there. A cocky smile entered his face, as he shamelessly ogled her and made sure she knew he was ogling her.
Not that she minded. "I shall be needing your services tonight, young man," Ashara said sultrily, "Volantene history and politics is such a wonderful topic, especially coming from one as well versed as you."
His smile widened into a grin, and she was sure something was probably bulging near his crotch. "Always a pleasure to help out a lady of your stature, milady Ashara."
She gave him a teasing smirk as she turned around to leave. "You flatter me, Aro. I will be waiting." And she walked away, swaying her hips, knowing it was the best way to get him riled up. What man could resist the sight of Ashara's arse swaying in front of him? Whoever he was, the man certainly wasn't Aro, that much she knew.
It had all started when she'd walked in upon Aro fucking Jeyne Poole near the back of the pantry. Truthfully, fucking was an overstatement; the girl Jeyne had been moaning at him to pull out, his cock was simply too big for her. All that noise added with Aro's sounds of disappointment had been what'd initially attracted Ashara's attention.
Her immediate attention had been drawn to the young man's cock : long, thick and veiny. And Ashara knew Aro was well versed in using the cock of his, she could tell from just a glance. The decision to fuck him was made then and there by her; she was sure she'd come to regret it, but at that moment she simply did not care.
It wasn't as if Ned was bad in bed, not that. He wasn't bad, but the problem was, nor was he good. Even disregarding that, he'd killed off her brother, had stood by and watched as Elia and her children had been murdered. Oh of course, good old Stark had protested, but when had words ever saved people? She was not an intense Targaryen loyalist, but nor was she going to be Eddard Stark's faithful little wife. Maybe she'd loved him once, but at best Ashara could only summon cold indifference towards him now.
The Seven had told her it was a sin to commit adultery, but if her husband could fuck someone and get a bastard, as far as Ashara was concerned, so could she. Especially if such a delicious cock was so close at hand. She'd never been one to put too much stock in the Seven anyways.
Jeyne Poole was just a girl. She'd had no idea what to do with that cock, and had simply fled away once it became clear it was too much. It was then that Ashara walked into the room with a disappointed Aro. At first he'd been apprehensive, fearing some sort of punishment for trying to fuck the steward's daughter.
"This beautiful cock deserves something more than punishment," Ashara said sultrily, and she watched as his veiny tool hardened almost like a rock.
She led him through the maze of corridors in Winterfell as she walked ahead of him. She could feel Aro's eyes burrowing into her large arse, and she smirked teasingly back at him, to get him all the more riled up. When they finally reached the room, he'd had enough of her taunting.
Ashara laughed as Aro yanked her into his grip, groping and feeling her voluptuous body in excitement, before bending her over the bed. She knew she should've regretted it, but that stopped when Aro slammed home inside her. He spent the next hour pounding her into the bed as she moaned, sobbed and screamed her way past orgasm after orgasm.
An hour later Ashara laid facedown on the bed, his cum pulsing out of her gaping cunt as she basked in her orgasmic bliss. She could not find the regret within her. Especially not when she was greeted with the sight of Aro's thick cock rejuvenated once more, barely five minutes after destroying her cunt.
He'd seen her look of surprise and grinned. "I'm not your limpdicked husband, milady."
Ashara smirked at him as she reached out to stroke his cock. "Ah, the advantages of youth." Once more, she did not feel regret; especially not when Aro simply smacked her arse and proceeded to fuck her brains out for another hour straight. Gods, there were advantages to having a young stud in bed.
Realistically, they were adversaries. She had an inkling as to what the young Volantene was upto, and by all rights she should've been telling her husband about her suspicions. But Ashara was not about to give up the delicious cock at hand, especially not for fucking Ned Stark. And for all that he was a brilliant warrior, Aro was still a young man who made mistakes. She'd be his lovely highborn whore, and play the long game.
No, regret simply wasn't possible. And so Ashara followed her husband back into Winterfell, leaving Aro behind to feast his eyes on her arse. She couldn't wait for the pounding she'd have to take when he visited in the night.
All things considered, Aro Malaqon didn't really believe anyone would truly go to heaven.
Take Triarch Maegyr, for instance. The man was a hero for many in Volantis, a brilliant leader who could do no wrong in their eyes. If you asked any one of them, they would all agree that heaven would throw its gates open for the Maegyr. But they had not seen the Triarch personally torture out information from those he deemed enemies, nor had they seen what he did to the servant girls he deemed attractive.
Would such a man be in heaven? Aro thought not. It was the same for everyone, really. Nobody could say for certain that they were in heaven.
Except Aro. He certainly was in heaven, because currently he was pounding the everloving stars out of Lady Ashara Dayne's thick arse.
"Oh my gods!" she moaned as Aro rammed into her cunt, "fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK OHHH GODS!"
Aro grinned as the sound of Ashara moaning and cursing filled the room. Aro had her bent over the table as he gave her cunt a proper pounding, her wonderfully round arse jiggling with each strike of his hips. He leaned over her and gripped her wide hips for leverage as he railed her, not letting up on his pace for even an instant.
Gods, but those hips were perfect to hold onto while fucking the shit out of her. As was the mesmerising view of her round arse as his hips clapped into it. Aro brought his hand up and gave Ashara's arse a hard smack, and feasted his eyes on the heavenly jiggle. He couldn't resist giving her another smack, and another, until he'd marked his hand on those cheeks.
"Gods oh fuck!" Ashara breathed out amidst the onslaught, "keep on going don't stop don't stop ugh!"
Aro simply smacked her arse. "I don't plan on stopping, my lady." Leaning forward, he gripped her hips tight and began ramming into her cunt so hard that the table started shifting. Ashara shrieked out as the waves of pleasure hit her, and Aro kept on relentlessly pounding her cunt. Her wetness gushed out and dampened his hips and thighs, and she gave a silent scream as she trembled all over.
Not once did he let up, however. He enjoyed fucking Ashara Dayne silly; there was something innately satisfying about reducing the usually charismatic and voluptuous older woman into a cum drunk mess. The Lady of Winterfell was quite possibly the most fuckable woman Aro had ever seen, and that was saying something, considering he was from Volantis.
Eddard Stark had to be limp-dicked, because the man wasn't spending every hour of the day fucking his wife. Aro admired the restraint it must've taken, really. The first time Ashara Dayne had decided to be a teasing slut and walked away from him with her swaying arse, he'd almost bent her over the table and dicked her down in front of entire Winterfell. Almost.
"Enjoying this, aren't we?" Aro grinned as the older woman squirted due to the onslaught of his thrusts. He moved one hand from her hips and put it between her legs, rubbing her sensitive nub there. Ashara shrieked as her juices gushed out, and she tethered on the brink of an orgasm.
"Urgh god I'm so close!" she moaned out and tried to thrust back, desperate for anything to send her over the brink. "Fuck me!"
Aro smiled and leaned forward, gripping her shoulders and holding her in place as he rammed into her again and again. Her cunt gushed out with wetness as Ashara shrieked in pleasure, her orgasm hitting her with full force. Aro relentlessly pounded her as she came, occasionally giving that round arse some smacks. Her back muscles became taut and she started spasming from the force of her orgasm, babbling and moaning from the sheer pleasure.
When it was clear she'd ridden out her high, Aro finally stopped and moved out of her. Ashara slumped onto the table with a sigh, her arse and legs still twitching from the orgasm. He looked down at his rock hard cock; he wasn't anywhere close to cumming. Any young man of his age would've just let everything go and unloaded inside Ashara, but Aro believed in perseverance.
It wasn't everyday that he found an absolute MILF of a woman to fuck. It was even rarer for him to find one with basically no compulsions at all; the Lady of Winterfell was delightfully debauched, and she had no hesitations in fulfilling his most depraved fantasies.
It took her several minutes to recover from the orgasm, and when Ashara finally groaned and turned over to sit on the table, she was greeted with the sight of Aro sitting on the nearby bed with his cock still rock hard.
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow while panting, her violet eyes almost stunned. "You... you didn't cum?"
Aro laughed. "Fortunately for you, my lady, I'm not as limpdicked as your husband. We still have the rest of the night."
Ashara scoffed at that. "Humble, aren't we?"
"You tell me." He grinned at her. "I do not remember you complaining, whore."
She gave him a mock glare. "Mind your tongue, young man." Turning around, she picked up the jug of wine on the table and poured both of them a glass. Aro watched as she made her way to him on the bed with glass on both hands, her hips swaying. His cock pulsed, and he was already picturing the ways he was going to fuck her again.
Ashara glanced coolly at his angry cockhead pointing towards the sky. "Very rude, isn't he?"
Aro raised his glass in mock toast. "I think you appreciate his rudeness, my lady. You'll have to deal with him soon enough."
She snorted as she sat down beside him on the bed. "That I will. I'll have to thank you for fucking my brains out, truly." In her nakedness, her voluptuous body was there to feast his eyes on. Her full breasts stood proudly on her chest as his eyes traced the slanting curve of her hips and those long, long legs. Aro had to restrain himself from simply throwing the wine away and fucking her silly into the bed once more. Patience, he told himself. Finish your wine. Besides, her cunt probably needs some rest anyways.
"Now," said Ashara conversationally, "what really happened in Volantis?"
Aro looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. "Why, exactly what I told Lord Stark. What else would happen?"
She gave him an unimpressed look, that had his dick hardening even more. "We both know you're not some adventurer who just happened to stumble onto Winterfell. You were sent by your family, for whatever reason. What was it?"
Well, he may have been fucking Ashara stupid, but she actually was cunning. To be honest, he didn't have too much stopping him from telling her the reason. After all, they were both so deeply embroiled it didn't make too much sense distrusting her.
He did want to test her, though. "I have no idea what you are speaking of."
Ashara snorted and took a sip from her glass. "Really? You've been railing me for the past two weeks whenever your cock was hard, I think we are past all of this now."
Aro laughed as he got up from the bed. "Indeed, my lady. I will tell you, but first..." he snatched away the glass from her hand and threw it away, "I'm going to fuck you till you can't remember your own name."
"Big talk for a boy of only seventeen." she drawled out teasingly, and her Dornish accent made his cock pulse. "I am a woman, Aro. It'll take more than that."
Oh well, he was all for proving himself after all.
Ten minutes later, as Aro was fucking Ashara Dayne into the bed and beyond, the thought that he was being manipulated struck him for the first time.
He recalled the entire convoluted plot his family had orchestrated, under Triarch Maegyr's approval. Aro of all people knew just how dangerous that was, he'd served the man for two years. Was he just a scapegoat for the old man, a guinea pig thrown at a hopeless experiment? And why was the Lady of Winterfell fucking him? Of course, he fucked her better than Lord Stark could ever dream of, but was that a good enough reason to risk her status, prestige and so much more?
He could just ask her, but Ashara was just as cunning as she was beautiful, and Aro knew he wouldn't get a straight answer. The thought made him angry and frustrated, and so he resolved to strike back the only way he could : by giving her a pounding harder than anything she'd taken.
As he intensified his thrusts though, her moans and screams of pleasure increased and he realised it wasn't really much of a punishment. Ashara Dayne was a woman through and through; the harder she got it, the more she enjoyed it. But who gave a fuck about plots and politics anyways? He had a voluptuous older woman underneath him, taking his cock oh so wonderfully. And so, Aro resolved to forget all about politics and to just lose himself.
The sound of flesh colliding with flesh and Ashara's moans and curses filled the room as he rammed into her cunt harder than a warhammer.
"Oh my Seven!" she moaned out, "fuck fuck fuck fuck..." SMACK! SMACK! "oh yes yes yes urghhhhh right there RIGHT THERE!!!" Ashara shrieked out as Aro bottomed out into her, his cock lodged deep inside her cunt.
But he was not satisfied. He gave the lovely older woman another series of hard thrusts, trying to find that little cleft of a sweet spot inside her cunt that made most women peak instantly. He grabbed those wide hips and slammed inside her again, again, again and again, until Ashara was literally moaning and sobbing from the pleasure. Yet, that sweet little spot eluded him.
Aro gritted his teeth and reached out to grab her raven hair, yanking it back until she was arching her back. He gave her large arse a hard smack with his other hand as he pounded into her in the new way, still intent on finding that spot.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"You fucking slut!" Aro yanked Ashara's hair back like she was a broodmare, "you like getting fucked properly? Better than your Ned?"
"Oh my gods yes!" she sobbed out, "yes yes yes yes fuck me fuck me fuck me yeeeeeeessss..."
He kept on ramming into her, pounding Ashara silly, until he had another inspiration. Grabbing her hair, he pushed Ashara's face into her pillows and drilled into her cunt harder than he ever had. And there it was, that sweet little spot that his cock rammed into, with instant effect.
Ashara shrieked and tried to rise, but Aro kept her face pinned into the bed as he pounded her proper, hitting her in that spot everytime he went inside her. Her muffled moans, shrieks and screams were music to his ears as she squirted furiously all over his hips and legs.
Gods, this was the life. Pounding a MILF of a married woman into a stupor was quite unbeatable. Aro groaned and kept on with the pace, not giving Ashara's cunt any moment of respite. Not that she would've wanted it either.
"Take it you fucking whore!" he hissed out as he continued ramming into her, "teasing me with that arse of yours, take it! FUCKING TAKE IT!" he groaned as he fucked her into the bed hard enough to have it creaking.
With her face and body pinned to the bed, all Ashara could do was take the pounding and moan. As Aro went on relentlessly beating her cunt up as if it was an enemy, her muffled moans turned into mindless blabbering and sobbing as she started cumming furiously.
He smacked her thick arse and pounded Ashara right through her second orgasm of the night, as she drenched the bed in her juices. She screamed into the pillows as she started spasming, her body trembling while Aro pushed her face further into the bed. Her orgasm lasted quite the while this time, as he kept on ramming into her to make sure she rode out the high.
Aro himself was going to cum. There was only so much dicking he could dish out before reaching his limits. He grunted as his thrusts quickened and right at the point of no return, he pulled himself out of her lovely cunt.
He gave Ashara's thick arse a hard smack for good measure, before dragging her by the legs to the edge of the bed. The older woman was in her orgasmic heaven, panting and twitching as she recovered from the high. Aro grinned at the sight before him, and his cock did not soften by any means. Whoever had Ashara Dayne's arse in front of him and still went soft was probably not into women.
He waited patiently for her to recover; he'd given the Dornish beauty a proper fucking after all, something she rarely got on the marital bed. When she finally came around, the Lady of Winterfell turned to look at him and his still hard cock. "Does that thing ever go down?" she asked, her violet eyes already anticipating his response.
Aro took his cock in hand and gave it a tug. "On your knees," he commanded.
Ashara complied immediately, and he started stroking his cock once more. "Give it to me!" she drawled out in her Dornish accent, "I want it, every single drop!"
He could resist many things, but Ashara Dayne on her knees, eyes closed and tongue out, begging for his cum? There was no resisting that. Aro groaned as he finally came, covering the Lady of Winterfell's face with cum spurt after spurt. Gods, the sheer relief from his orgasm was absolutely amazing. She lapped up any ropes that landed on her tongue, as Aro directed the final spurts towards her full breasts.
"Oh gods," he sighed as he manoeuvred himself to sit on the bed. Ashara remained on her knees, scooping up all the cum from her face and breasts with her fingers and licking it off them. It was as if she was finishing off some delectable dessert; the sight itself was enough to make his spent cock twitch.
"Hmmm," hummed Ashara as she finished licking off her fingers, grabbing a nearby towel and wiping the rest of the cum from her face and tits. Aro simply watched her contentedly, his mind still reliving the sensations of fucking her stupid. She glanced languidly at his cock, which glistened with a mixture of her juices, his cum and general mess.
Those violet eyes settled intensely on him. "I'd get up," she said nonchalantly as she moved between his legs, "but I can barely walk from the pounding you dished out, so allow me to clean up this," she picked up his cock, and gave it a kiss, "beautiful cock."
Aro laughed. "You're just a slut, milady."
Ashara smirked at him. "I don't remember you complaining, young man." She lowered her head and wrapped those full lips around his cock, bobbing her head as she cleaned his cock. Aro groaned in satisfaction, laying back with arms under his head as he stared at the ceiling. He really was in heaven right now. Triarch Maegyr had warned him that his plan would involve Aro's life being put in constant danger, but here he was getting his dick sucked by a literal goddess of sex after he'd pounded her silly. If this was danger, he was ready to live by danger for the rest of his life.
Ashara popped his cock from her mouth, which was now glistening only from her spit. "You did promise to tell me," she said, looking at him meaningfully, "and you very much had me forgetting my name moments ago. So," she gave his cock a nice, long lick before idly stroking him with her hands, "speak up."
He considered his words. "Truthfully, its all a little complicated. So let me organise my thoughts for a moment." She hummed in response as she continued nonchalantly stroking his cock. Aro tried to concentrate, really he did, but he had Ashara Dayne on her knees stroking his cock, her full breasts pressing against his knees. It took no time for his cock to start hardening.
She watched his growing cock in her hands with amusement. "Distracted already?"
"What else did you expect?" he groaned out. "Let me think, lady."
Ashara laughed as she got up from her knees, standing up on wobbly legs. "Lay on the bed," she instructed.
He looked at her skeptically, but she just gave him a raised eyebrow in return. Aro shrugged and laid down on the bed; he was grinning soon enough as Ashara followed suit, lying on her belly and spreading his legs apart as she settled near his crotch. "As I seem to be blowing your mind too much for you to think," she said, with a sultry smirk on her face, "allow me to use my mind to guess."
"By sucking cock? Thats a uni- ohhh!" he had to let out an involuntary moan as she practically took him to the base in one go. She gagged as she took in the final few inches, but such little obstructions were nothing for her.
Sometimes he forgot Ashara was nearly twice his age at 32, no other girl he'd been with had ever taken him fully to the base. But in her own words, he wasn't with a girl now, he had a woman pleasuring him. Not for the first time, Aro wondered how Eddard Stark managed to ignore the gem in his hands. His Dornish vixen of a wife was mature, voluptuous, cunning and humorous, and had skills akin to a goddess in bed.
She bobbed her head up and down as she sucked him off, her full lips forming a wonderful seal around his cock. Staring up at the ceiling, Aro put his hands behind his head and sighed in pleasure. The wet sounds of her blowjob filled the room as Ashara noisily slurped over his cock. In a fell swoop, she took him right to the base once more, and held herself there. Aro groaned in pleasure as Ashara choked on his cock, showering it with her spit yet never letting up.
With her nose tickling his crotch, she shook her head from side to side and that added all the more stimulation. "Seven fucking hells!" he moaned out.
Ashara finally came up for air, gasping for breath as her hands stroked his spit-covered cock. "You still serve Triarch Maegyr," she said abruptly, strings of her spit dangling from her lips to his cock.
Aro was so deeply engrossed in the sensations of her mouth that the statement almost went over his head. "What makes you.. uh.. think that?"
She gave the underside of his cock a long, thorough lick before answering. "The messages you send are rather easy to read."
He looked down at her, alarmed. "What?! Did yo-"
He was interrupted once more with Ashara resuming her skilful throating. She sucked him off expertly; her sinful tongue massaged his cock as she slammed her mouth down to his base, again and again and again. The room was filled with the sounds of Ashara gagging and choking on his dick as Aro laid back, conflicted. The vast majority of his mind was simply too busy enjoying the older woman's mouth, and the other part of his mind was racing with thoughts.
I knew I should have been more careful. Goddamnit, this woman is way too cunning for my own good. How did she intercept those pigeons?
The pigeons used to communicate between him and Maegyr were personally trained by the Volantis scholars to evade capture, and were surefire ways to secretly converse. It was a time and tested method to secretly converse back in Essos.
GAGHK! GLUCK! GLUCK!
So how the fuck had they gotten intercepted? Aro wondered what Ashara would do with the information. Lord Stark would not take kindly to being lied to, and that would mean failure for him and his mission in Westeros. He could only hope his skill with his cock was good enough for Ashara to reconsider ousting him.
She resurfaced for air once more, strings of her spit dangling between his cock and her lips. If he wasn't so concerned right now, Aro probably would've cum at the sight of Ashara's lovely face being a mess of spit and sweat. "How on earth did you intercept those pigeons?" he demanded.
The older woman smiled at him as she stroked his cock. "I never had to. Did you never wonder how awfully convenient it was that those children popped up right at the time when you needed someone to secretly send off those messages?"
He gaped at her, amazed. "They were your minions?"
Ashara laughed at his stunned expression. "You fuck so ferociously, sometimes I forget you are only seventeen. Of course they were mine." She descended once more, giving his wet cock teasing licks as Aro processed the information. Those children from the Wintertown had come upto him right as he'd been wondering how on earth he'd go out of Winterfell to deliver the pigeons. He'd thought them to be a godsend gift, but how wrong he'd been.
His attention suddenly snapped as Ashara took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking it thoroughly. Gods, she really is amazing. Stark could execute me right now and I'd die smiling.
She lavished his sack with spit, her tongue lapping at every available inch. Once she was satisfied with her progress on the nut, she looked up at him. "Volantis may have taught you to fight, but let me teach you some politics, young man. Your first lesson : coincidences do not exist."
If only every lesson in his life involved a lovely Lady of Winterfell worshipping his cock and nutsack.
She proceeded to devote the same amount of attention to his second nut, meticulously sucking off every available area as she coated his balls with spit. Aro groaned in pleasure as he laid back and wondered what else she knew. He knew he should've been thinking up lies, but it was really difficult with Ashara Dayne worshipping his balls like they were the Seven reincarnate.
After finally satisfying herself that his balls had received their due attention, she returned to his cock, putting in a few licks here and there. It was just then that another horrifying thought struck Aro. He looked down at the sultry goddess between his legs, mortified. "Do not tell me you managed to decode the messages too?" he asked fearfully.
Ashara laughed at his fearful tone as she looked up at him. "Believe me, I tried. It was quite obvious you were writing to the Triarch, but the actual content wasn't as forthcoming." She grabbed his cock and lightly slapped it all over her face as she gave him a dusky look. "I wonder if your Triarch knows how you've busied yourself in plowing the Lady of Winterfell."
Aro cursed internally. Of course he hadn't told the Triarch, the man would've killed him if he had. Maegyr had sent him to Westeros with only one goal in mind, and it wasn't fucking the Lady of Winterfell.
The Dornish vixen giggled at his reaction as she gave a few more licks to his cock. "I love how you're never not getting hard," she said contentedly.
The compliment had his cock twitching, and it brought back his confidence. Ashara may have been twice his age, and she may have been holding the upper hand over him, but it was his cock she came to over her husband, and he was the one giving her the satisfaction she craved. Fuck all the politics and intrigue, he wanted to cum again, and he had the perfect partner for it.
Aro reached down and grabbed his cock by the base, smacking it all over Ashara's face before promptly getting off the bed. The older woman watched him lazily as she rolled on the bed to lay on her elbows. Standing on the side, he feasted his eyes on those full breasts and long legs, with the slope of her wide hips hinting at the thick arse behind her. For a moment, he was tempted to just fold her in half and pound her into the bed, but he resisted.
After that entire show, he had something else on his mind.
He reached out and grabbed her legs, yanking her to the edge of the bed as she yelped in surprise. The look on her face soon transformed into bare lust as Aro knelt between her legs, parting them with his hands.
"Hungry, are you?" she called out teasingly.
"Starving," he responded sarcastically. Parting the folds of her cunt, he found her to be glistening from arousal already. "Wet from just sucking cock? What a slut you are, my lady!"
Ashara laughed at him. "If you have such a lovely cock, you'll get that reaction from ladies. Now," she wrapped her long legs around his shoulders and forcing his head inwards, "feast, my young lover."
Aro wasn't complaining. He dove right in, shoving his tongue deep into her folds as she let out a low hiss of breath. He felt her sigh in pleasure as his tongue probed around, her legs shifting around his shoulders as she made herself comfortable on the bed. Life was good, really. Almost too good.
It was deep into the night as Aro poured another glass of wine for himself as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Kneeling between his legs, Ashara meticulously cleaned his cock, her full lips tracing every inch and removing the accumulated cum and sweat on it. He'd feasted on her cunt until he'd had her screaming and shaking, before she'd flipped them over and lazily ridden him. Their fucking had been slower and gentle this time, but Aro had absolutely no complaints. Slow or rough, having sex with the Lady of Winterfell was an experience in and of itself.
He was well and truly spent this time, though. But he was very pleased with himself, they'd been fucking for hours at this point; and he knew he'd stunned Ashara with his durability today. That was what mattered, really.
Sighing, he looked downwards at the Dornish beauty worshipping his cock. "Will you tell on me to Stark about my ventures?" He feared her answer, and that was for a simple reason : he couldn't understand her plans, and Aro hated not understanding.
The older woman popped his cock from her mouth, smirking at him. "Does it look like I intend on giving up this lovely phallus, you dumb bastard?"
He rolled his eyes at her extravagant vocabulary, but internally he was relieved. "Thank you. Truly."
She hummed as she dove down on his cock once more. It was shining clean with her spit by now, but Ashara was nothing but a perfectionist and she was not one to leave a job unfulfilled. When she finally rose from his now softened cock, her eyes sparkled with intensity. "If you really want to thank me, tell me what you are trying to do." As she rose from between his legs, she gave him a meaningful look. "You've stalled enough, believe me."
Aro cleared his throat. "This time I will tell you for real, I swear it on my life. Just answer me this, why would you help me?"
She walked over to the table and picked up the jug of wine, pouring herself a glass. Then she approached him, looking at him carefully. Aro patiently waited for an answer, but she simply climbed onto the bed and leaned with her back to the headrest.
"I think you know by now," said Ashara after a long pause, "that I hold no love for Eddard Stark."
He snorted as he sipped from his own glass. "Who would've thought."
"Indeed." Her eyes glazed over a bit, and her voice became emotional. "I loved the man, and we married. Except he then proceeded to murder my brother, and he stood by and did nothing while my closest friend was raped, murdered and her children brutally killed."
Aro knew what she was talking about. "Didn't Lord Stark protest though? The story is pretty famous actually."
Ashara laughed bitterly. "Protest. He could've protested all he wanted, but in the end he still put Robert on that throne. It doesn't matter how much he feels sorry, his actions do not back it up."
He looked at her carefully, his mind whirling. He might just gain a very valuable ally, he simply needed a bit more insight. "Why did you never leave him?" he asked curiously. "I've only known you for the past few months, but you do not seem like you would stick around after all that."
"Leave and go where?" her voice was almost venomous by now. "I was already at Winterfell when I heard, and my family wouldn't take me back."
They both sat in silence for a long time, but it wasn't an uncomfortable one. Before today, Aro had been Ashara's lover and adversary, but he hadn't felt much about her. Now though, he could sympathise with her, and he didn't know what to think about that.
When he finally spoke up, Aro looked right into Ashara's violet eyes. "I think you'll rather like my mission, my lady."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Quit trying to draw it out, Malaqon."
He smiled. "Why, I plan on killing Robert Baratheon. And I'll have you know, milady, that he will come to Winterfell : straight into the jaws of death."