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The Iron King and the Tully Daughter	By : Unaplicable Category: A through F > A Song of Ice and Fire Views: 31525 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Annila Tully was thrown through the silk door flaps of the Squid’s pavilion by a pair of rough hands pockmarked with calluses.
URRRGGH!!
She landed hard on the canvas floor, pain flaring up through her knees. Annila gasped in shock when the towering Summer Islander landed a hard palm on her right buttock, making it jiggle deliciously under the silk of her gown. The men left her there, rubbing her stinging backside, as both ironmen strode off into the camp, chortling between themselves. She was sure a bruise would blossom on her cheek within the morrow. Annila mewled softly as the pain slowly subsided. Glancing up anxiously, Annila tried to make note of other door flaps or holes cut out of the cloth to allow the day’s light to enter, yet Annila saw none. The only escape was behind her. The king’s pavilion was of deep red cloth was even larger than her lord father’s audience chamber and furnished with every comfort; feather mattress and sleeping furs, a wood-and-copper tub large enough for two, braziers to keep off the night’s chill, slung leather camp chairs, a writing table with quills and inkpots. Bowls of fruit, glasses of chilled water and a flagon of wine with a set of matching silver cups rested on a small table beside the bed. Standing guard by the twisting oak tent pole was a magnificent suit of armour; deep green plate with three sprigs of mistletoe engraved in gold, its fittings were chased in red.
House Charlton! Annila recognised the glided plate from her childhood, Lord Theo Charlton had worn such an amour during a tourney hosted by her lord father at Riverrun. The ironmen’s king had captured it, she didn’t want to think to what that might mean. The ironmen had removed her binding when they had pulled her off the horse, yet there was nowhere to run. Annila had heard the muffled noise from the camp when they had trotted through it, a harsh combination of jeers and chuckling, ungallant comments, and the clank of steel against steel. If she turned and fled she would simply be dragged back.
Lady Annila was still desperately searching for a way out when Harwyn approached from behind, so engrossed in her mind that she didn’t even hear the king’s footsteps.
Harwyn grinned broadly as he admired the lush sight in front of him. He had been told by Lothar Bracken that the River lord Tommen’s daughter was an unsurpassed beauty, except by his own daughter of course. Harwyn hadn’t truly believed it until he saw her now; slim and slender, Annila possessed a long-legged and a full shapely breasted body. The girl’s reddish-bluish gown clung to her body as if she were soaked to the bone, the bodice scooped low enough for Harwyn to get an eyeful of pale lightly-freckled cleavage. Annila’s bare slender shoulder were hutched like some cornered prey. The silk had embroidered leaping silver trout across the silk. The silk had become so taut to her skin, that Harwyn could even make out Annila’s subtle belly as it clenching in fear.
The king noticed that she was now glancing anxiously at Charlton’s polished armour plate. Staring back, as if she was drowning from the bottom of a green pool. Harwyn took a few steps from the dark into the flickering light of the pavilion. It was then she realised his presence, her beautiful face paling in horror.
Annila let out a brief scream as Harwyn grabbed hold of her noble sylphlike neck, her breath catching in her throat, stifling her cries for mercy. The lady gasped and choked for air and kicked and clawed desperately at Harwyn’s brawny arms.

The king looked down at the daughter of Riverrun as she continued to squirm and struggle, he had a clear view of her cleavage with beads of sweat gleaming on the upper curve of Annila’s teats. Harwyn managed to tear his eyes away for a brief moment, only to then be distracted by her auburn hair glinted in the sunlight like a river of burnished bronze trailing down her back.
The ironborn king must have been at least a foot taller than her, Annila thought. She had to roll her eyes up as far as she could, revealing the whites, to be able to see him. Harwyn was impressed by the girl’s calm demeanour, apart from a nervous sallow and colour warming her cheeks.
“AAHH!!”, Annila squealed as the ironmen’s king quickly grabbed a handful of her glossy hair, burying his fingers in the girl’s auburn tresses. Harwyn dragged the squealing girl over to the tall tent pole and thrusted her svelte back against the banded iron wooden pole. “My Lord!”, Annila began, unable to hide the tone of desperation in her voice, “My father will pay a large ransom, I know. J-Just let me go!”.
Harwyn smirked, this green land girl seemed utterly ignorant of his customs. “Tell me, why should I pay with gold when I can claim with iron?”.
He ran a finger along Annila’s slender left shoulder, surprisingly gentle, tracing the smooth curve of her collar bone. All the while Annila shuddered in disgust. Almost gently, he pulled the silken straps over her svelte shoulders and began to pull her gown down over the full curve of her breasts.
“No! Please!”, Annila gasped her palm rushed up to protect her dignity. Harwyn grunted in irritation as her delicate fingers covered her chest in a pathetic effort to protect her modesty, he roughly slammed her body back against the tent pole making it creak from the force. Annila moaned as her head rolled back and impacted the wooden pole, her vision becoming blurry and dark spots pushed at the edges of her sight. She was barely aware of what was happening now as Harwyn focused his attention on her chest. The king was almost mesmerised by the seemingly endless expanse of creamy cleavage presented by Annila’s gown, her full breasts proudly bouncing with each little struggle and denting the gossamer fabric with her pink nipples. Her bodice still hid her nipples, and due to the tautness of the gown, her full breasts were bulging over in an extremely attractive manner.
Nghhh!
Annila Tully groaned as Harwyn wrapped his strong digits around her gracefully sculpted midriff and +in one swift motion threw her onto the mass of sleeping furs. The girl’s full lips let out an unbidden soft moan while the wooden frame creaked from the sudden contact. Tully’s firm shapely thighs and lean calves lay haphazardly across the discord of animal furs. Harwyn could trace his gaze across the bare skin of her legs, clenching with fear, until he reached the womanly thickness of her upper thighs still covered by silk. He was able to still leer over Annila’s up thrusted slim belly and the subtle heave from the girl’s anxiousness. However, it was her utterly bare flawless tits that really drew the king’s attention. Annila’s bodice had slipped down over the lower curve of her tits revealing their perfect teardrop contours, Harwyn dry swallowed as he watched her light pink nipples gleam in flickering candlelight. Annila’s luscious mass of dishevelled auburn locks framed her beautiful pale features, her lips had lolled invitingly open giving Harwyn a clear view of her healthy pink gums and perfect white teeth.
The king grunted with lust as he repositioned his burgeoning manhood. His throat had become suddenly dry. Watching the young maiden squirm and writhe on the pile of sleeping furs made it difficult for Harwyn to think, not to mention her desperate wanton moans echoing through the silken walls of his pavilion. “Fuck…”, grunted, if one of the priests had told him that he had gone to the Drowned God’s watery halls to be attended by his beautiful mermaids he would not have been shocked.
“My lord!”, Annila pleaded. Unable to keep desperation and horror from her voice, as she watched Harwyn began to unfasten the buttons of his salt-stained leather jerkin. Underneath, the king wore a linen tunic that clung to his board chest. The ironman quickly pulled it over his head. Annila almost gasped when she beheld Harwyn’s bare torso; he had muscular shoulders and a board chest that were defined with muscle, below his torso curved down to a midsection that was striated with hard muscled that flexed with unrivalled strength.
Harwyn had a hard chiselled smooth jawline, sea green eyes, and dark brown hair. Annila trembled at the cold sadistic gleam in his eyes. The king, at six and a half feet built like a bull dwarfed the sleek and girlish body of Annila. Suddenly the king leaped upon the sleeping furs, with an unbidden growl of lust and took a firm grip of Tully’s dishevelled bodice. Annila let out a shriek of fright as her gown was torn all the way down to her toned lower belly, she renewed her struggles with even more desperation. Harwyn grunted as one of her fist connected with his jaw hard enough to cause bleeding, cursing under his breath he wrapped her fingers around her wildly flailing wrists and held them down on the furs. She still attempted to fight him by jerking her hips and legs, although the sheer muscular weight of the king denied her any real chance.
Laying one arm across her slender throat, he wiped his free hand across the place where she had struck him, only having to lean down with his arm when she squirmed again. His fingers came away from his cheek red and wet. “You will pay for that blood, girl. No, no quiet I’ll not hear more pleas. If you keep fighting, I’ll have you tied to the prow of every ship in the fleet. That or I will give you to each captain. One each night”.
“P-please…”, Annila whimpered. Her eyes fluttered shut and opened, and whatever final fragment of willpower the girl still had left. A few rouge tears trickled down her pale cheeks. Harwyn grunted in disgust, the women of the greenlands were also so soft and supple, their men protection had only weakened their resolved. It was no surprise that all salt wives were rightfully taken by the ironborn during raids, if the men of the mainland could not keep their wives and daughters safe then it was only natural that the iron price was paid for them.
With the remaining scraps of silk now torn from her ripe young body, leaving Annila in nothing but her white silken small clothes. Harwyn slowly climbed from the furs, looking over her he saw her clinging dress had been mostly torn away, leaving her in her silk small clothes. Annila’s full breasts were encased in a white corset with linen strings tied behind her back, her struggles had dishevelled the top of her half-cup corset, so the rounded edges of her conch-shell pink aureoles could be seen peeking out above it. The rest of the corset had intricately patterned silver lace of a school of trout sewn into the white silk which traced the contours of her hourglass figure almost enviously. Harwyn’s hips twitched with need as his sea green eyes fell upon her flawless, ten and nine years old breasts, they were held together at the centre of her chest and forming a deep valley of snow-white cleavage that was simply mesmerizing. Below Annila wore medium length drawers, sewn from the same white silk, that hugged her flaring hips and covered her most intimate places with sliver lace. Taking a firm hold of her left hip, silently appreciating the warmth of the girl’s skin and the smooth texture of the silk and lifted her up slightly. Tully’s drawers had become wedged deep between the smooth globes of her sculpted thick ass-cheeks.
Growing tired every fresh layer of fabric that he found, Harwyn hooked his fingers into the loose silk, and with a horrifying show of strength, ripped them clean off Annila’s hourglass hips and rounded buttocks. The auburn-haired maiden squealed in surprise. Harwyn brought the finely sewn white silk to his nose and took a long sniff, exhaling her sweet fragrance of blooming petals and fresh cut grass, he felt his manhood flex as hard iron beneath his ruff leather pants. The King grinned when he noticed the slender line of soaked silk, where the drawers had become wedged in between the girl’s ass-cheeks, sweat had stained the fabric a noticeably darker shade.
As naked as her nameday, her soft heaving torso was completely bare, and her flawlessly smooth skin still retained a light sheen of perspiration after Annila's forces to adoption. The result was that her taut, girlish belly looked good enough to eat off of; and Harwyn couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to run his tongue all the way up from between Annila’s legs to the undersides of her tits, to collect up the young girl’s ambrosial sweat and taste it while she arched her lower back and pressed her belly up into his face.
He began sliding his hand down over the girl’s toned body and, *SMACK!*, landing a firm spank on her well-rounded backside. Annila yelped at the sudden strike, blushing in a mix of shame and humiliation.
"BASTARD!" She shrieked. "My lord father will find you and kill you, h-he'll burn your ships! And crush your pathetic rocks!", Annila desperately tried to as fearless as her lady mother, yet she could hear the panic in her voice. The Tully girl knew what would have happened to her lord father and his knights if what lord Bracken claimed was true, yet there was always a shard of hope that somehow he had escaped the ironmen.
Harwyn chuckled darkly. When any captured green land’s nobles had spoken to him in such a manner, he would have simply slit their throats and offer their cold corpses to the Drowned God. Yet the young Tully girl was worth her weight in gold, though it wasn’t a dowry that Harwyn wanted from the girl. He was sure the god had his fill of blood today, Harwyn thought as he moved his palm to grope her luscious bubble-like ass-flesh. Unbidden he let out a low grunt as his fingers sank into ass cheeks, he was barely able to believe how good Annila’s skin felt beneath his palms. And beside it was good to know that she had finally found a spine. It would make breaking her so much more enjoyable.
Giving her ass a good squeeze to left ass-cheek and jiggled it roughly from side to side, displaying just how thick and luscious her creamy buttocks truly where.
"Little girl, understand this. These lands are mine. These rivers are mine. These castles, people and gold are mine. You are mine". The King said, he tightened his grip upon her trembling ass to prove his point. "I swear that you will never forget it". He added.
“No please!”, Annila whimpered, but it was already too late. Harwyn shoved his palms between her thighs and roughly spread them out, making Annila gasp in horror. The king felt is manhood flex with need when his fingertips scraped along the petal-soft insides of her thighs, it was even more difficult to control himself when he felt the tender bare skin either side of her sleek maidenhood mound. Annila pressed her lips together in effect no to betray her feeling as Harwyn began to brush his fingers slowly up and down her most inmate and sensitive spot.
“Mmmmhhh”, Annila moaned when Harwyn hooked his fingers, then immediately blushed in response. Oh gods! Father, help me!. Her slender, yet shapely thighs had begun to tremble as the Ironborn king strengthen the pace of his fingers. Annila could do nothing to stop this cruel king, however, as Harwyn was spurred on by the intense heat and slippery tenderness of the lady’s small, girlish cunny. He was savouring every whimper and soft moan that heir to Riverrun let out through her perfectly white and straight teeth.
Harwyn watched the Tully girl writhe as her maidenhead clenched involuntary around his fingers, Annila’s back arched suddenly as pleasure stabbed though her lower body. Before Annila could reach the peak of pleasure, Harwyn ripped his fingertips from her small pink cunt, leaving her gasping in surprise.
“Uugh. N-no why?”, Annila whimpered as her thighs squirmed against each other.
Suddenly the king took a firm grip of Annila’s hips and sharply turned her over onto her front, so her sweaty breasts bulged out against the bed and left stains of the animal furs. The Tully girl nervously glanced back over her shoulder, frightened blue eyes gleaming in the flickering candlelight framed by wild tresses of soft auburn hair. Annila prayed silently to the Maiden and Warrior for protection as she glanced up at the ironborn king looming muscular torso. Placing his hands against the small of her back, Harwyn made her arch her lower back and pushing out her ass, giving himself a mouthwatering view of her sculpted ass-cheeks. Harwyn dry swallowed as her heart-shaped ass-cheeks jiggled with luscious malleability.
Sliding his hands down over the curves of her buttocks, he cupped them harshly, one shapely glute in each hand, and pulled them apart, exposing the ultra-tender skin of her petal-soft inner ass-cleavage. She noticed Harwyn’s breathing change: The Ironman King was inhaling more deeply, his nostrils flaring as his chest rose and fell with arousal. Unknowing that his lust had just been spiked sharply up, Annila tightened her ass-cheeks completely and struggled. Unintentionally display just how perfect her ass really was. The King sank his fingers deep into the silken flesh of her spread buttocks, squeezing and lifting them, affording himself a virtually unobstructed view of her plump pussy mound.
"A-Aaaah P-please! Your Grace that hurts!" Annila moaned, mayhaps desperate enough to hope if she sounded meek the king might not punish her more. He could literally feel her supple glutes yielding to his grasp, their tender alabaster surfaces being moulded and remoulded according to his will as he crushed them and jiggled them and roughly spread them apart.
"Ugghh". Was all she could utter, as fresh tears streamed down her face and fresh sweat broke out in beads across her curvaceous figure. The King was pleased to see it focusing on her lush cleavage, her freckled lower back, her slender shoulders, and graceful neck. Sweat speckled over her slim twitching heaving toned belly. In all it simply made her more desirable, if that was even possible, highlighting every sculptured curve and supple surface.
Annila bubbly ass-cheeks tensed and quivered when Harwyn pulled his thick long cock free, he was utterly hard now, and the veins in his manhood pulsed with virial need. Harwyn grinned in almost child-like glee. This will be sweet as saltwater, Harwyn thought as he bounced the bulbous head of his cock against Annila’s perfect ass, against both cheeks, admiring the way they rippled.
“Oh gods. No…”, Annila’s voice quavered with utter horror, “My lord, please…”
Annila peered back at Harwyn fearfully, as she trembled at the feeling of his thick manhood push, inch by inch into her bare maidenhood. This was going to be a very long night.
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