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The Iron King and the Tully Daughter	By : Unaplicable Category: A through F > A Song of Ice and Fire Views: 31510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“By the gods…”, Elrie stared in horror at the sight that greeted her behind the canvas of the king’s tent.
Her oldest friend was lying on her side, her long legs pressed tightly together, her head had slumped down onto the large writing table, it’s heavy mahogany legs jerked back and forth. Tommen Tully’s daughter’s silky auburn hair hanged about her beautiful heart-shaped face in loose, messy tresses. It’s once soft texture had become matted and dishevelled from sweat and now plastered wetly to her glisten forehead. Her bright summer blue eyes had rolled back into her head, revealing their whites. All Elrie could see of her friend was her slender shoulders, her upper torso with her full shapely breasts bouncing wildly around with unseemly lewdness, her sleek belly, her hourglass hips, and her fronts of her thighs.
Annila was getting raped, hard. All of the sublime curves of the lady’s figure were rippling in time with each hard rough thrust that Harwyn pounded into the maiden. Almost every inch of Annila’s lush curvaceous body was shimmering in sweat from the sheer intensity that drifted from the tent, it made Elrie blush and turn away. Beads of sweat drippled down her torso, gleaming on the sleek ridge of her shoulder blades, they ran down in rivulets around her teats, emphasizing their perfect firm teardrop contours with a glossy aura. Sweat moisture glistened on her slender belly, hips, and long femininely rounded legs, further stressing the subtle clenches and flexes of musculature every time Harwyn slammed into the noble lady with full-length thrusts. Hard rhythmic fleshly impacts reverberated throughout the heavy canvas walls and beyond, Annila’s supple rounded ass-cheeks were rippling frenziedly, yet undeniably attractively, droplets of sweat bouncing off their wet alabaster surfaces. The quills and inkpots of the table, which had been jolting across the table, finally clattered to the ground. A drained elegant glass, still stained with rivulets of red wine shattered upon impact. Yet Harwyn never seemed to notice.
Harwyn himself was finally reaching the end of his stamina, his climax boiling and bubbling within his heavy balls. With one final lunge, he buried himself deep into the Tully girl’s pouty asshole and emptied his seed deep within her bowels, stickly strains of off-white seed squirted from the crevice of her peachy freckled ass-crack. Annila’s heart-shaped buttocks were soon covered in ropes of cum that clung in loose strains from her ass and drippled down her well-rounded upper thighs like lumpy porridge. As the king catched his breath, he couldn’t help but squeeze her ass roughly, pleased to feel, as he had found earlier, the supple buoyancy of her ass-cheeks and the maidenly tenderness of her damp skin. Not to mention, the lush weight of her bubble-shaped ass underneath his callused palm.
It was only after he had pulled out did he realise the young Tully girl had fainted.
“Annila!”, Elrie cried out in anger, “what have you done to her, you monster?!”.
Harwyn glanced up at the beautiful Blackwood maiden, her soft, silky hair as black as a raven’s wing messy and dishevelled about face, framing her large brown eyes. He hadn’t noticed her enter the tent, so intent was he on pounding the Tully girl’s delicious well-rounded buttocks and delicate pink anus. Her slender arms were locked behind her by his rock wife’s muscular Summer Islander, yet even with Xhondo’s thick, tense soot black biceps allowing not even an inch of movement, Elrie still struggled and flexed pointlessly. The maiden’s slender torso was bare to the cold night air, her firm proud breasts were perfectly portioned, not taking anything away from her sleek girlish frame.
Elrie was seemingly too outraged and disgusted with what he had done to Annila’s tender, curvaceous body to cover her pink nipples with her wrist, droplets of glistening sweat rolled through her perky pale cleavage and over her taut nipples. As Harwyn’s lascivious gaze trailed downwards, he svelte, slim belly and the beautiful, supple curve of her hip and sleek thighs. Lowering his eyes further, he noticed the smears and spots of reddish-brown riverbank mud that had splattered on her supple calves, beads of sweat glistened on her smooth skin as well, rivulets of sweat trickled down her slender upper back and shoulders, dripping off the tousled mess of her wild black tresses.
“Bring her over here, Xhondo”, Harwyn commanded. Alerah’s Summer Islander had been well-versed in obedience, he half-heartedly wondered how his rock wife kept her ebony-skinned thrall so tractable, the ironborn were not known to be accepting of a woman’s command. Even the Drowned God’s blessing of a rock wife title were often ignored by the captains, in favour of their lord’s lead. The Blackwood girl stumbled as she was dragged over to him. She was still squirming in Xhondo’s overabundant muscles that tensed within his arms.
“By the gods… Annila I’m so sorry…”, Elrie stared in horror at the gloppy dripples of off-white seed that fell in long, syrupy strands of seed from her childhood friend’s pink anus dilated slowly back to a smaller size. Lady Tully’s body was shuddering – she was clearly no longer able to fully control her body anymore.
The king’s rock hard cock twitched even more when he saw the colour drain of the Blackwood girl’s beautiful face. A blush blossomed across her sharp cheekbones, and she turned her head away in shame.
“Please…”, the black-haired girl begged.
“Take a good look, cunt!”, Harwyn snapped as she grabbed a fistful of Elrie’s silky tresses and wretched her head back so she could see her friend’s thick, heart-shaped bubble ass and beautifully flaring hips. Bracing both of his hands on Annila’s cherry-red ass-cheeks, he spread them apart, fully revealing Tully’s sleek pink cunny and convulsing asshole. The Blackwood maiden shuddered at the long, gloopy strands of thick seed that dripped and bubbled up from Annila’s tight ring of muscle. “I want you to clean her up. Make sure to lick every single drop up, girl”, Harwyn’s wet lips spread in a salacious grin.
The gaze of defeated disgust that gleamed in her large, beautiful brown eyes made Harwyn’s balls tingle with lust. Elrie’s small pink appendage slipped out from between her plump red lips, Harwyn caught the glimpse of the girl’s straight white teeth, as she stretched her tongue out. His cock hardened within his salt-stained breeches when Elrie leaned down to Annila’s spread, peachy ass-cheeks and timidity lowered her tongue down. She collected up the lumpy trickles of off-white cum with long wet slathers along every inch of her friend’s creamy ass-crack. Elrie blushed and shuddered at the salty, unpleasant taste, only gagging slightly as she continued to lap at the auburn-haired girl’s stained ass-cleavage like she was an obedient puppy. “No, no, you’re doing it wrong. Here”, the Blackwood girl’s eyes widened in panic at his words. Harwyn grabbed hold of the girl’s soft black hair with his free hand and shoved her nose up against Annila’s warm, fleshy asshole. Elrie screwed up her nose as her nostrils were assaulted by the foul, nauseating odour. Elrie groaned in revulsion as cum splattered from Annila’s puckering asshole onto her smooth pale cheeks. Beneath his hand, the Ironborn king could feel Annila tense and shudder instinctively as her the other maiden licked dribbles and droplets of his cum. Tully’s daughter was still out cold and laying on her side on top of the large writing table. Her well-rounded buttocks were pulled back and hanged off the edge, in a position that only invited abuse of her body – not to mention, allow access for her beloved friend’s lecherous forced mistreatment of her ass.
After a few for long minutes of silent wet licking, Elrie choked and collapsed back onto her palms and knees; glistening streams of tears ran down over her high cheekbones and off-white dregs trickled from the corners of her naturally pouty lips. She gasped for breath; her slender chest hitched visibly as she felt thick, salty seed slosh around inside her mouth and churning warmly within her belly. Glancing up, Elrie trembled when she saw that the squid-king’s forearm-thick, foot long manhood was beginning to pulse with lust again and slowly stiffen with blood. Her brown irises rounded in fear as it was soon standing utterly erect above his hips in front of her.
It must have been an intimidating sight for her, Harwyn pondered, as his hard shaft started twitching and flexing in time with his rapid heartbeat. The sight of rivulets of his seed sliding down either side of her pretty chin and neck was quite arousing. The kneeling maiden screwed up her eyes and turned her head away, clearly to mortified to look at him, yet still his cum was dripping from her chin to splatter across her heaving tits. “Good girl, you cleaned it all off”, he said, gesturing to Annila’s now clean and glistening ass-crack.
Harwyn saw the look of defeat and submission in her eyes then, some last inch of courage that Blackwood had possessed, and was proud of, has just been taken away. Elrie’s big brown eyes softened, brimmed with tears, and fluttered shut, spilling sparkling streams down either side of the young maiden’s beautiful, heart-shaped face. She curled up in a fetal position on the hard canvas floor beneath the table and began sobbing into the crook of her arm. She lay there for several minutes, not even reacting when globular droplets of Harwyn’s off-white seed dribbled from Annila’s still gaping asshole and onto her slender torso. Elrie lay there and thought about nothing. She could only feel the sicking sensation of the ironmen king’s cum slithering through her guts and sliding down over her face and shapely chest.
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