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The North Forgot	By : ArizonaIceT Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 83465 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Joffrey had a bigger bed, so they went to his room.

Loras and Joffrey dragged Arya through the castle, hands never leaving her supple body on their trek to their destination. Arya’s mouth bouncing between their lips in a dizzying tornado. Arya hadn’t even realized they had made it up to Joffrey’s tower, especially with Loras having her pressed against the wall in the stairwell, kissing her and biting at her neck vigorously.

“Bloody door.” Joffrey complained., as he worked to unlock it.

“Joffrey, get that door open, or I fuck here right in this stairwell.” Loras groaned, rubbing his straining erection against Arya’s thigh.

“What would the servants think?” Arya laughed breathlessly, just to be silenced by another kiss from Loras.

“Just - got it!” Joffrey exclaimed, getting the door unlocked, and pushing it open. Arya began to push herself up off the wall, but Loras had other ideas. He slid his long arms around her, down her back until it got to her bubbly backside. He palmed her ass greedily, moving the slight fabric of her dress to the side so he could feel her warm skin unabated. When he had two good handfuls of her ass-flesh, he lifted, pulling Arya of the ground with ease. Arya let out a squeal, and instinctually wrapped her a legs around Loras’ waist as he carried her into the room, the whole time peppering kisses along his neck and jaw. Her whole body was buzzing with anticipation: her cunt wet, her nipples standing on end.

“Take me to bed.” She gasped into Loras’ neck. She heard Joffrey snort beside them.

“Just like a Northerner.” Joffrey said derisively. “Always impatient. Ser Loras.”

Arya was a bit confused, until Loras released her hands from her backside, causing her to slide down her body. She landed a bit hard on her bottom, and looked up at Loras in confusion. He looked back down, dark smirk on his face, and an even darker look in his brown eyes. Joffrey moved to stand beside Loras, looking down at her, a wall of handsome masculinity.

Arya began to stand, but Loras extended a foot, and pressed it against her chest, pushing her backwards until she lay flat on the ground. He stood there, pinning her to the ground with one foot, her chest rising and falling, wondering what was next. Joffrey moved to the front so that he was standing by the side of her head. Joffrey lifted his foot, Arya’s eyes trailing it as he hovered it over her face, before bringing it down on her cheeks, digging the heel of his boot into it, pressing her into the floor.

They were stepping on her, trampling her. It was humiliating, it was uncomfortable - it made her cunt gush. Arya shivered at the treatment, which of course wasn’t missed by the two men.

“Isn’t this the perfect place for a Northern bitch.” Loras asked Joffrey. The prince nodded in agreement, sliding his foot to press his sole against Arya’s forehead. Before she could help herself, her tongue flashed out to lick the bottom of her shoe. Loras let out a laugh. “Gods, you are nothing but a Northern cunt, aren’t you?”

Arya didn’t answer with words, instead she let out a throaty moan, pitching her hips up from the ground needily.

The two Southern royals removed their feet from her, which Arya actually founder herself missing. She rolled over, pushing herself up on all fours. Before she could push herself up further, Joffrey knelt beside her, grabbing her two pigtails on one hand, yanking her head up and turning it to look at him.

“Tonight, you don’t stand. You don’t deserve to walk on two feet..” He growled into her ear. Arya let out a helpless whimper, which earned her a smack to her right ass cheek with Joffrey’s free hand. “Tonight - you’re not a lady. You’re not even a whore. You’re an object, a TOY. A toy for me and Loras to play with, to break, to discard in the rubbish if we so please.”

This time Arya let out a full moan. That got her a slap to the face. She thought about moaning again so he’d slap her again, but Joffrey jerked her head back even further, making her neck crane up painfully.

“Do you understand?” He ordered.

“Yes-” Arya gasped out. “Gods, yes.”

“Good. Joffrey added simply, before letting go of her head. “Now, STAY.”

He stood back to his full height, leaving Arya on all fours. She stayed as instructed. Loras gingerly walked around her, bumping her roughly in the ribs with his calf as he walked by. He slowly walked to Joffrey’s bed. He sat on the edge of it, letting his heels rest outstretched on the ground, and looked at her expectantly.

“Well?” He asked, as if speaking to a child. “What are you waiting for? Crawl over here.”

Arya didn’t need to be told twice, moving on her hands and knees toward the bed, making sure to rock her hips enticingly for Joffrey, who watched her ass wobble from behind as she moved. The prince appreciated the view, but found that Arya wasn’t moving with enough pep, so he placed his heel on her ass, and gave her a hard push, nearly sending her falling on her face.

“Faster.” Joffrey barked. Arya gaspsed, and shuffled faster on her hands on her hands and knees, until she was right in front of Loras, kneeling before him. He once again looked at her expectantly.

“Must I spell out everything?” Loras sighed, making sure to sound especially put upon “I’m the winner of the Hand’s Tourney - I can’t be expected to undress myself. Loras stretched his legs out more, so that they were right in front of Arya. “Take off my boots.”

Arya nodded feverishly, pushing herself up onto her knees, her hands going to work getting Loras right boot off - they were expensive, made of the finest of leathers. She grabbed the heel and pulled, sliding it off his foot. Loras let out another sigh, causing Arya to look up at him.

“A Northern Lady, somehow more useless than a Southern servant. A maid back in Highgarden would have both boots off by now.” Loras reprimanded. Arya furrowed her brow, and worked double time to get his other boot off. Once his foot was free, Arya slithered up his body, pacing herself in his lap, feeling his stiffness nestled against her womanhood. She reached between them, quickly undoing the belt drawing his tunic in and casting it aside. She then got to work at the buttons of his tunic, opening them one by one. Behind them, Joffrey was already well out of most of his clothes - boots kicked off and pants gone, only left in his now open shirt, cock standing proudly as he watched on his lounger.

With Loras’s tunic open, she helped him shrug it off. Arya took a moment to appreciate Loras’ physique, hard wiry muscle under his skin. Arya noticed a bruise on the knight’s side, no doubt from when he was pulled from his horse. Somehow he even made bruises look beautiful, a mark of a warrior in Arya’s eyes. She thought for a moment about leaning down and kissing it, but a sharp slap to the inside of her thigh told her to get back to her duties. Pushing herself off of his lap, she moved back down his body, sliding her hands down as she went, stopping them at his pants as she resettled herself kneeling at his legs. Taking a grip of the fabric of his pants as well as the small clothes underneath. She pulled them down quickly - Loras lifted his hips so she could get them over them. His cock sprang free, beautiful as Arya remembered. She pulled it down his legs, and off his feet, casting them aside. Loras’s cock stood twitching above her, casting a shadow down on her. The Flower knight looked at her with open lust, ready for his prize.

“Wait.” Joffrey called from the other side of the room. Loras’ head shot up and looked at him, brow furrowing in annoyance, and Arya looked over her shoulder in confusion.

“What could you possibly need me to wait for?” Loras asked, his temple and cock twitching. Joffrey just smiled and stood from the lounger he was on and moved to a nearby end table that had a small coffer on it. He opened it, and pulled out two small vials, small enough to fit within the palm of one’s hand. He threw one to Loras, who caught it effortlessly. The knight brough the vial close to his face; it was filled with a slightly opaque amber liquid. “What is this?”

“Essence of dragons.” Joffrey answered. ”Purchased from the finest alchemists in King’s Landing.”

“Essence of Dragon? That sounds like - come now, Joffrey.” Loras said, almost sounding disappointed. “We’re hardly wilting old lords. We don’t need any…aide here.” Loras’s eyes glanced down to his cock standing at attention. Joffrey couldn't stop his eyes from going there as well.

“Especially not in dealing with some little Northern tramp.” Loras added, giving Arya’s hair a tug for emphasis.

“Nothing like that.” Joffrey assured. “I was told it just…enhances the experience. ‘Riding a dragon like a Targeryn' as the merchant put it.”

Loras looked at the vial again for a moment, unsure. “I am a knight of the highest caliber. I am very particular of what I put into my body.”

“When in the Crownlands-” Joffrey responded simply. Loras stared at him a moment, then at the girl kneeling at his feet.

“Fuck it.” He said, uncorking the vial. He took a moment to sniff the concoction, before bringing it to his lips, and tilting his head back. Joffrey did the same, downing the liquid quickly.

The reaction was instantaneous, both men stiffening as if they were electrocuted. Arya was about to say something, concerned about what they just ingested, when Loras stood suddenly, grabbing her roughly by the top of her head. She looked at him, and something was different.

He was panting heavily, almost like a dragon breathing fire. His muscles tensed, and his grip in her hair was vice like. Arya’s eyes trailed to his cock, which somehow looked even BIGGER; A clear pulsating vein going up the side of it, as it twitched over and over, and his slit practically drooled pre-cum.

Behind her, Joffrey was reacting much the same way. He fell back on the lounger and was fisting his cock in his hand, breathing quickly, and groaning.

“That has some kick to it.” Loras said, voice dangerous. He glanced down at Arya like she was prey. She could have sworn his eyes now had a purple highlight to them

‘Oh fuck’ Arya thought.

Not a moment later, Loras’ cock plunged into her mouth, her head pulled forward viciously and three-fourths of his length filling her mouth and throat. The Stark girl gagged loudly, but her lips immediately closed around him on instinct.

“Don’t even dare think of using your hands.” Loras growled. To resist the urge, Arya folded her arms behind her back, grabbing her opposite elbow and with her forearms pressed perpendicular to her back. Loras shifted his hand to the side of her head, before adding his other to the opposite side. With a firm grip, he pushed her back, then pulled her forward suddenly, cramming even more of his engorged cock into her throat.

“HRLLLLCK-” Arya gagged, squeezing her eyes closed as her throat stretched and burned. This was hardly the first time she sucked cock - Loras’ cock for that matter, but it seemed the Essence of Dragons brought out the full potential of his manhood; her jaw stretched painfully, and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t get any air in. It was all deliriously painful and delicious

“Eyes open!” Loras commanded, twisting her head side to side with his cock lodged in her throat. Arya’s eyes snapped open immediately, connecting with his intense glare. Satisfied with her compliance, He began to bob her head back and forth freely on his cock, using her mouth and throat freely to pleasure himself - tight and sloppy, spit coming out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin, getting his rod nice and wet, easing his path down her gullet.

“HRRUCKL..GLLROCKK…GLUACKGLARCK”

“Could you quiet down.” Loras taunted “You sound DISGUSTING.”

Loras proceeded to fuck her face faster, which naturally did nothing to silence her gagging. Tears pricked the side of Arya’s wide open eyes, which were growing bloodshot.

“How’s she doing?” Joffrey asked, stroking his cock firmly as he watched.

“Pathetic, as to be expected.” Loras said, pushing Arya off his cock discourteously. In reality, it had felt truly amazing, a wet, warm velvety sheath massaging his cock, but it was a part of their game, a part of the debasement the girl craved. Arya knew this too, but she felt almost offended, She leaned forwards, trying to take his cock back into her mouth, but Loras held her at bay, Arya’s tongue impotently reaching out, trying to taste him again.

“Bring her over here.” Joffrey instructed.

Pushing Arya over with a foot to the chest, Loras stood from the bed and stepped over the girl. He bent down and gathered a fistful of her braids and tanked her to her hands and knees, before giving her a harsh slap to her ass.

“Move.” He ordered simply, as he dragged her by her hair across the room. Arya crawled, trying to keep up with Loras’ long strides as he dragged her over to Joffrey. When she was between the lounging prince’s open legs, Loras handed him her braids, like handing off the reigns of a mule. Joffrey grew tired of her formal braids, and yanked and twisted at her hair until they unraveled, leaving her hair wild as she was. Satisfied with his work, the prince gripped Arya by the side of her head and plunged his cock into her mouth.

“Useless Northern bitch.” Joffrey sneered as he began to bounce her head in his lap, nose mashing into his light pubic hair with each bob, and her throat encasing him. “You’re supposed to be a PRIZE, you bint. Don’t embarrass me!”

As far as reprimands went, being made to swallow cock as a punishment was amongst the more pleasant ones Arya had received in her life. She opened her mouth wide, jaw aching so she could take all of him over and over, drooling freely and covering his rod in drool. She’d show them she could be a good cocksucker - great even! Arya didn’t half-ass anything. She kneeled between Joffrey’s spread open legs on all fours, much less like a wolf than a dog at the feet of it’s master.

Joffrey’s cock shot seemingly impossible amounts of pre-cum, no doubt affected by the Essence of Dragon. Arya did her best to manage it all, bubbles of spit and Joffrey’s pre-cum forming and popping from her nose, as she continued to gobble him down.

“By the Sevens, she really is a pig.” Loras said in disgust, watching Arya’s sloppy display. He leaned down and gave Arya’s fat ass several smacks, causing her to squeal out and her throat to tighten around Joffrey with each strike. She wiggled her ass from side to side enticingly, as if inviting more spanks, which Loras was of course more than happy to oblige. After several more spanks, Loras got an idea in his head. Standing straight up, he brought his foot to the back of her head, and suddenly pushed. It caught Arya by surprise, who was in the middle of an inhale when it struck her, making her inhale nothing but cock as her face was pushed flush against Joffrey’s pelvis. Her nose was buried in the prince’s lap, and her tongue folded over her lower lip tonguing at Joffrey’s swollen balls, Arya’s eyes nearly rolled into her head as her throat constricted, squeezing and massaging Joffrey’s length, esophagus trying to swallow the thick blockage. Joffrey, who had been well pent up the whole night, didn't need much more to send him over the edge, his sack pulsing against Arya’s tongue. His cock swelled and spewed down Arya’s gullet, hot ropes of his seed coating her throat. The flood was too much for Arya to swallow down fully, Joffrey’s cum more potent - thicker - than ever from the elixir. Several globs shot from her nose, and ran down the corners of her mouth.

“Making quite the mess.” Loras observed, pushing his heel harder against the back of Arya’s head, ensuring that she stay connected to Joffrey until his orgasm fully subsided, not that she was going anywhere even if she wanted to. Joffrey’s hips pumped a bit, milking himself best he could with her mouth. When his release had finished, after what seemed like 2 whole minutes, he slowly pulled Arya from his cock. Arya’s lips stayed reflexively locked around him, cheeks hollowed, not wanting to let him go. Joffrey gave a yank, pulling her from his cock with a *pop* of her lips. Joffrey pushed Arya back so she was on her knees, and turned her face to look at Joffrey, showing off the mess of smeared lipstick and makeup, tears, sweat and cum the girl was.

“Paragon of beauty of the North.” Loras said facetiously observing the state of the Stark girl. Almost as if by the will of his word, Arya hiccupped, coughing up a large glob of cum that had been lodged in her throat, splashing all over her chest and thighs. Loras wrinkled his nose at that. By now, Joffrey was standing himself, using Arya’s mess of hair to dry off his cock, which had not at all diminished in size or hardness. The Essence of Dragon insured they’d be at this for a long, long while. The prince looked at Loras, and a wordless understanding. Before Arya realized what was happening, she was off the ground, Joffrey holding her by her hair, and Loras by her legs, her body dangling and swinging between them as they carried her over to Joffrey’s bed.

She wasn’t even given a moment to adjust to her new position before two pairs of hands were on her, tearing the little material that was called her dress from her body. Then their hands were all over her, pinching, groping, slapping at any piece of flesh they could. It was dizzying, made Arya’s body heat up even hotter than it already was, like she was in the stomach of a dragon. She closed her eyes, just feeling the sensation of her nipples being twisted and yanked, the inside of her thighs slapped, the hair pulled and head marionetted back and forth.

Despite the flurry of touches, the pair of hands avoided her leaking cunt, despite her whines and bucking of hips, grinding in the air, trying to get some kind of relief. A slap to her pubic area, right above her clit caused her eyes to shoot open. Joffrey, the offender, was smirking at her smugly. She frowned a bit, wishing he had smacked her just a bit lower. Loras, whose hands were on her breasts, gave each nipple a hard twist, causing her to gasp out loudly.

“Joffrey - Loras.” Arya moaned out, hips arching from the bed. Joffrey grabbed them and pinned her back to the bed, leaving her squirming in the sheets. “Please…”

“Please what?” Loras asked inquisitively, giving her nipples an extra hard yank. “I know your intelligence is limited, but do use your words?”

“Touch me!” Arya grit out! She knew here desperation would likely only make them toy with her more, but she didn’t care.

“Touch you?” Joffrey questioned innocently. “Touch you where? Here?”

Joffrey brought his hand to Arya’s face, and gave her a hard slap to the right cheeks, turning her head. Arya squirmed on her back, but Loras shifted himself to pin her down by the shoulder with his hands.

“Or do you mean here?” Joffrey asked rhetorically, before slapping her breasts back and forth, making sure the tips of his fingers dragged over her pebbled nipples. Arya bit her lip and groaned, her own hands moving on her stomach, towards her core.

“Touch that slit between your legs, and we’ll make sure you go the whole night without cumming.” Loras threatened, looking over Arya, his eyes boring into her intensely. “We’ll fucking demolish you, leaving you without release, then throe you in the hall for the servants and guards to put back together.”

Arya believed him. She immediately brought her hands to her sides, and held them against her body.

“Good girl.” Loras praised, making Arya’s cunt tingle even more.

“Your cunt isn’t your own tonight - it never was.” Joffrey informed her, rubbing circles on her lower belly. “It’s Loras’ prize, his to do with as he pleases. It will not so much as be touched, until HE choses. Do you understand?”

Arya groaned in desperation, but nodded her head.

“Good.” Joffrey offered. “Don’t fret too much, our little Northerner. You have two other perfectly good holes to use!”

Suddenly, Arya was flipped on her stomach, Loras at her front, cock pointed right at her face, and Joffrey behind her, sitting on her thighs. The Prince grabbed two handfuls of her fat ass, and pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her hole to him.

It was hardly the first time he had explored back there. He had every so often pushed a finger or thumb into her ass when they fucked. Arya figured he was testing the waters. The day he finally did dive in completely, he didn’t ask or very much give her any warning. He had her bent over a Hay stack in one of the stables, one of their regular places to fuck, and simply pushed himself in. He folded her arms behind her back, and pressed her face into the straw as he rode her hard, ripping her anal virginity away from her, making her feel like she was getting split in half. Made her suck him off right after as well.

Since then, they returned there from time to time, each time Arya becoming more comfortable, and enjoying more and more. At this point, she wouldn’t normally have problems taking him, but with his cock enhanced from the Essence of Dragon - well she very much expected to relive her first time.

Loras on his end, wasn’t aware of Arya’s internal thoughts, and simply lifted her head up, and shoved his cock between her lips. Placing a firm hand on the back of her head, he leisurely fed her his length, bobbing her head up and down, making her take him into her throat each time. They allowed Arya to push herself up onto her forearms, but not much else. Joffrey was on her, and shifted forward, cockhead pressed against her back opening, the only lubricant being her own saliva, and his come, as he slid into her passage with a hard thrust.

Arya groaned around Loras’ cock. Joffrey felt bigger than ever. She felt fuller than ever. It felt like she could feel Joffrey’s heartbeat, every pulse - every twitch of his cock. Joffrey of course had no interest in letting her sit in the feeling before he began to pump his hips, riding her ass hard, setting a brutal pace. Her bubbly backside smacked rapidly and repeatedly against Joffrey’s pelvis, sounding like a round of applause with each clap and meeting of skin. Every thrust pushed Arya forward onto Loras’ cock - the knight simply tangled his hand through her Arya and let the force Joffrey was generating push the girl’s mouth onto his length. Naturally the blows to Arya’s ass never ceased. Slaps reigning down back and forth on her cheeks with every off thrust. She’d be black and blue by the end of it, and she’d wear the marks proudly.

Joffrey gave Arya’s ass a particularly hard smack, before ordering, “Wrap your legs around me.”

Arya wasn’t barely conscious, her brain working at half capacity to make up for the over stimulation the rest of her body was feeling, but she managed to obey him. She bent her knees, lifting her lower legs up, pressing her heels to the back of Joffrey’s hips. She pushed, as if trying to use her feet, to drive Joffrey deeper into her.

“MHHHHMMM” Arya groaned onto Loras’ cock, drooling all around him.

“What was that?” Loras asked, thrusting his hips up a bit, causing Arya to gag and slobber. “I don’t speak what you Northerners call common tongue.”

“I think she said ‘more.” Joffrey suggested, evil smile on his face.

“Well, we certainly can oblige.” Loras replied, his own evil smile spreading on his face.

Joffrey leaned forward, placing his hands on Arya’s lower back, pinking her stomach to the bed, while Loras grabbed Arya by the side of her head. The pair then did their best to absolutely ruin the Stark girl, Joffrey driving into her with brutal, hateful strokes while Loras tried to use his cock to suffocate her. The sounds their bodies in tandem were making was like a debauched orchestra

SLAP SMACK

GRUCKGLRACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK

HRUCKGLUCRK-GLRACK

SMACKSMCACKSLAPSMACKSMACK

GLARCKGLUCKGLUCKGLARCKGLUCKGLUUCK

Arya laid limply between the two as she was used at both ends - she could do nothing but try and hold on and enjoy, the terribly rough treatment sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Every thrust from Joffrey into her ass pressed her into the mattress, which allowed her sensitive clit to rub against the bed, and the spares oxygen resulting from the large blockage of her throat had her in a state of half-conscious delirium.

Arya’s whole body seized as an orgasm was torn out of her,

“Oh shit!” Joffrey groaned, as Arya’s ass suddenly became like a vice as she came. She pulled out, not wanting to spill again so soon, and look like a virginal babe in front of Loras. Loras on his end pulled his member from Arya's throat, seeing the girl’s eyes had completely rolled into the back of her head. The two men looked down Arya, lying face down, unmoving between them, then at each other.

“We didn’t kill her, did we?” Loras asked, sounding more put out than worried.

“You still with us?” Joffrey asked, giving her ass a swift smack to boot. Arya twitched a bit, and that was all the confirmation he needed. “See, she’s fine.”

“You’d think a lady would be able to take some rough-housing.” Loras said derisively. He grabbed her by her hair and lifted her face from the mattress, sneering at the state of her slack, mess of a face. Deciding to add to it, Loras pursed his lips and spat in her face, hitting her right under the eye. “Pathetic, as to be expected from a Northerner.”

Arya made a mix of a groaning and gurgling sound and Loras let her go, letting her face bounce against the mattress. Joffrey was still behind her, entertaining himself with her bottom. He sank his fingers into her ample ass-flesh, pulling apart her cheeks then letting them fall back together. He did that a few times, wobbling her ass, bouncing them in his hands, giving her repeated smacks and slaps.

“Having fun?” Loras asked with a small smile.

“You have no idea.” Joffrey replied. The prince got an idea. Once again spreading the globes of her ass with his hands, Joffrey shifted, and slotted his cock between them, before letting them go, encasing his rod. “Fuuuuuuck-” He hissed, as he began to pump his hips between Arya’s cheeks - the sensation feeling wonderful. Her pillowy ass was warm, and held him snuggly as he pumped his hips, the top of his cock dripping precum on her lower back as he rocked in and out of her cheeks.

Loras watched in intrigue, and moved on the bed to kneel next to Joffrey, getting a closer look at the prince’s cock submerging and re-emerging between the crevice of her ass.

“I want to try.” Loras said, a bit jealously. Joffrey didn’t really want to leave the amazing warmth that was Arya’s ass, but this was Loras’ day after all. He slid himself from between Arya’s cheeks, and allowed Loras to take his place, the knight mimicking Joffrey’s actions.

“Bloody hells.” Loras said, as he began to rock his hips. “This feels heavenly.”

For the next few minutes, the two young men took turns sandwiching themselves between Arya’s ass cheeks. By now, the Stark girl had recovered most of her facilities. She pushed herself back up to her forearms, and looked over her shoulder, watching the two men play with her backside. While enjoying the feeling of them sliding between her fleshy globes, she couldn’t help but find their amusement with her bottom to be quite charming, like watching two children play with a new toy. She supposed it was appropriate, since she was little more than that at the moment.

Noticing her stirring, Joffrey decided to take initiative. Sliding from between her ass, the prince grabbed her by the hips, and flipped her over to her back, before moving to the side of the bed, out of Loras’ way.

“Well champion, she’s all yours.” Joffrey declared, sitting on his knees and watching the two. Loras looked over Arya with pure predatory intent, and Arya felt her heart leap into her throat.

“Legs up, and back.” Loras ordered simply. Immediately Arya spread herself eagle, bringing her legs straight up in the air in a wide V. “Higher.” Loras said. Arya thought for a moment, before adjusting herself. She brought her legs back and bent her knees, so that the front of her thighs touched the bed by her torso, soles of her feet facing the ceiling, grabbing them to hold her steady in the position.. She was spread open wide for him. Surely he was satisfied with this.

“More.”

Arya groaned in need. Using her flexibility from her years of athleticism, she drew her legs back even further, almost impossibly so. She grabbed her ankles in the air, and rocked a bit, using momentum and her strength to force them back, popping her hips off the bed, and bringing her ankles to her head. One at a time, she pulled them behind her neck, locking them together behind her head.. She then locked her arms over her upturned hamstrings and behind her back, making herself into a lewd knot. Her muscles burned from the stretch she found herself in, but she obediently held herself in it, waiting.

“Good.” Was all Loras said, not even taking note of the girl’s flexibility that would make a Mereneese contortionist jealous. “You’re not to touch me. You’re not to move an inch. Just lie there, and be a good hole.”

Arya was buzzing with anticipation, and could only nod. She tilted her head up a fraction of an inch, watching Loras cock bob and twitch as it came near her core. Loras moved so that he was hovering over Arya, as if he was doing a press up, Arms extended out holding himself up on either side of Arya’s head, and legs back, keeping him steady. His cock pointed down, right at her quim, like a meteor ready to fall. And fall he did.

Without much warning, Loras snapped his hips forward, sinking his engorged member into Arya’s sopping cunt.

Arya’s mouth opened, in a silent scream, there wasn’t a sound she could make to formulate the sensation she was feeling.

Loras wasn’t much bigger than Joffrey, both blessed by the gods in their endowment, and the Essence of Dragon’s ‘boost’ made their difference negligible. However, Loras’ beautiful cock was simply unique, new. The way it stretched her, the veins that ran along it, it’s subtle curve - It felt like her first time all over again, when Joffrey tore her open in front of Heart Tree.

“How does she feel?” Joffrey asked hoarsely, his hand gripping his own cock as he watched Loras bury himself in Arya. He swore he could see the outline of Loras’ girth through her stomach.

Truthfully, Loras wanted to tell him it felt amazing, ethereal, worth nearly getting his head cut off on the tourney fields, but he had an image to uphold, so he simply told the prince, “I’ve had better cunts back home.”

Then Arya whimpered, a pure sound of submission and Loras felt her cunt squeeze around him, letting him know it was time to get to work. The knight pulled his hips back, glistening with Arya’s wetness, before slamming them back down. Loras set a brutal pace, of long, brutal strokes. They were mean, slamming against Arya’s cervix with each thrust, like a lance being thrust through an opponent’s body. Arya held on the best she could, holding herself in the knot she put herself in, allowing Loras to reach her in her deepest places unfettered and unblocked. Each thrust caused Arya’s upturned ass to giggle, like they were in an earthquake.

“UHG-UGHUGHN!” Arya sounded at each hard thrust - not a moan or a shriek, but a sob. A sob of pain and pleasure as Loras used her like he said - a hole.

Joffrey watched at the side, stroking his leaking cock rapidly. He let Loras have his fun, he was the champion after all, and Joffrey was more than satisfied to watch for the time being, fisting his cock through his hand.

Loras dropped from his extended position down to his forearms, pressing his body flush to the fuck-knot that was Arya, driving his cock down into her with all his weight. Arya let out pained and pleasured wail at the shifting in position. Loras trapped Arya’s head between his forearms, and nestled his own head on her shoulder, as he fucked her at a new angle, his lower back snapping up and down to fuck Arya rapidly with short, hard thrusts. He shook the whole bed, and threatened to untangle Arya who grit her teeth and did her best to hang on. With his new position by her ear, Loras decided to whisper horrible nothings into it.

Joffrey watched, stroking his cock with both hands now. He couldn’t hear the full extent of what Loras was saying, but he saw Arya’s eyes widen and then roll up into her head, guessing that the knight’s words were utterly debauched. He also heard small instances and phrases.

“Useless Northerner.”

“Stupid cunt.”

-Nothing but a dumb hole to fill.”

Arya just moaned after each instance.

“Gods.” Joffrey gasped. “What if Ned Stark could see you now. Being utterly FUCKED. Filled. One of the daughters of the ‘Great North’” Joffrey mocked. Arya turned her head to look at Joffrey, before letting out another strangled moan.

“Eyes on me.” Loras said gruffly, with a brutal snap of his hips, and a slap to her face. Arya’s head immediately snapped back to look at Loras the best she could in her position.

Joffrey shifted forward on his knees, so He could lean down to grab Loras’ attention. “Come on Loras. Harder. Harder! Fuck her. Break her. RUIN HER!”

Loras let out a roar, as his hips slammed into Arya. The Stark girl’s eyes went wide, and her mouth opened in a large ‘O’ unable to formulate anything else as Loras tried to kill her with his cock. The whole bed shook, knocking against the wall behind it hard, like a battering ram. Arya’s whole body was shaking, from exhaustion and from the orgasm that was inevitably tearing through her.

Arya’s cunt tightening around him and quivering was just what Loras needed to send him over as well. Slamming his hips flush to Arya’s, he unloaded into her, cock pumping a seemingly inhuman amount of cum directly into Arya’s unprotected womb. Arya didn’t scream, she didn’t yell or moan. Her eyes simply fluttered a bit, before blacking out.

When Arya came to, she was on her front, lying flat against the bed. Her body was rocking back and forth as her sensations came back to her. Loras was on top of her, one hand gripping her as hard enough to bruise, while his other forearm was pressed against the back of her neck, pinning her to the bed. Joffrey was still watching at the side, his waist and thighs covered with Gods’ knew how many loads of his own seed as he continued to watch and stroke himself. Arya herself felt the sticky residue of cum all over her ass, in her cunt, and on the side of her face. Seemed that they had been playing with her unconscious form for a while.

“She’s awake.” Joffrey gasped, taking note of Arya’s eyes opening again.

Loras pressed his forearm hard against Arya’s neck as he fucked her from behind. “Good. Useless whore thinks she can sleep through this? A Southern whore would never.”

Arya just mewled, as she felt another orgasm build to a crescendo.

For the next half hour, Loras took pleasure in moving Arya from position to position, yanking her roughly around, slamming her down into the pose he wanted her before taking her again roughly. By now, Arya moved like little more than a ragdoll, lying limply and allowing the string knight to bend her as he pleased. Arya lost track of the amount of times she came, her body growing even more and more exhausted with each one, and Loras and Joffrey seemingly having a never ending supply of stamina and spunk.

Eventually, Joffrey grew tired of making himself come with his own hand, and joined back in, which was no issue for Loras.

They moved to their side, the two men sandwiching the Stark girl between them. Joffrey, being the continuous good host that he was, moved behind Arya, taking her ass while Loras continued to brutalize her cunt.

Arya didn’t know someone could be so full, their cocks scraping in and out of her in a loose tandem, rocking her back and forth between them.

Loras watched Joffrey over Arya’s shoulder, watching the prince’s sweat covered, pleasure filled face as he fucked into Arya. The knight never thought he looked more beautiful than he did now. Loras must have been staring long, as Joffrey noticed his gaze, locking eyes with him and giving him a small smile, the two of them connected through Arya.

Then Loras did something unexpected. Craning his neck forward over Arya's shoulder, he swapped in, faster than either his or Joffrey’s brain could process, and pressed his lips to the prince’s, Joffrey’s eyes went wide and he stilled completely, truly caught by surprise. Though Arya’s consciousness was working at a diminished capacity, her own eyes widened as she realized what was happening, not realizing she could find herself shocked that night.

Joffrey’s lips sat still against Loras’ and for a moment, the knight thought he had dreadfully fucked up. A miscalculation in the heat of everything. That’s what he’d tell Joffrey, the mixture of adrenaline, lust and the concoction they drank caused him to act outside of himself. Loras began to pull back, until Joffrey’s hand shot out, reaching over Arya and grabbing Loras by his long hair, pulling him forward and deeper into a kiss, Joffrey’s tongue shooting into Loras’ mouth. Loras groaned loudly, and the two men’s lips worked against each other’s sloppy open mouth kisses fighting for dominance. Arya didn’t think her eyes could open any wider - or that she could come any harder, her body shaking violently as the biggest orgasm of the night took her at the display. The two men continued fucking into Arya as she passed out between them. Hips rocking rapidly as their mouths stayed connected through their own orgasms, filling her from the front and the back.

As it turned out, the Essence of Dragon did not in fact give infinite stamina, and right then, fatigue began to take the two men. They saw no point in pulling out from Arya,, possibly waking her, and laid there attached, looking at the girl between them and each other until sleep took them.
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When Arya awoke, to no surprise, she felt sore all over. She would have been disappointed if she hadn’t. It took her a few minutes to force her eyes open, and even more after that to push herself up onto her forearms.

It hurt for her to even breathe.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way. That was the greatest night of her life. Looked over her shoulder, at the state of her ass. It was black on blue all over, bruised running from her thighs up to her lower back. Dried seed was all over her and between her legs, like a glaze of masculinity. Her face was a mess of cum, tear streaks, and ran make up, and she felt on her throat, likely having a large hand shaped bruise there as well. She was the champion in her own tourney, her body a testament to the battle.

It took a moment for it to dawn on Arya, that she was alone in bed. Loras and Joffrey were nowhere to be found. She frowned a bit, wondering where they could have possibly gone off to after such a glorious night.

“Ahem.”

Arya’s head snapped to the sound, and it wasn’t Loras or Joffrey Arya saw, but rather Pullo, standing near the door with a smirk in his face.

“Bloody hell, those boys did a number on you, didn’t they.” Pullo commented, looking at Arya’s state. “The prince of Ser Loras send their apologies. The king asked for their presence before you had woken. They instructed me to stay and get you situated for the day.”

Arya smiled to herself slightly. The two of them could be sweet when they wanted.

“There’s moon tea there on the table.” Pullo said, nodding his head in it’s direction. “Some clothes from your wardrobe, and some warm water and a towel to clean yourself off.”

“Where’s Sansa?” Arya asked. Pullo just shrugged.

“Probably in the store room I left her.” Pullo said with a lecherous smile. Arya would have laughed if it didn’t hurt.

“I’m not sure if you’re the best guardsman or the worst.” Arya stated.

“I’m simply Pullo.”

“Thank you Pullo.” Arya said. “Come here and help me up. I seem to have yet to remember how to walk.”

Pullo walked to the bed, and offered Arya a hand, which Arya slowly took. Pullo’s eyes wandered down to Arya’s bare ass, and the man couldn’t help but smile.

“Lady Stark.” He said coyly. “I was wondering if I could-”

Arya followed his gaze to her backside and she let out a sigh.

“Very well.”

Pullo smiled with teeth, and quickly pulled off the gauntlet to his right hand. He raised it above his head, his fleshy target in sight and -

*SMACK*
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Loras and Joffrey walked in silence to the throne room. Joffrey was doing his best to look ahead and not at Loras.

Loras didn’t take it personally. The prince was still working through his thoughts, Loras could respect that. He didn’t want to scare Joffrey away, not when he was so close to having both Arya AND him. He walked a step and a half behind the prince to give him some space, but also to occasionally glance at his backside.

The two arrived at the throne room, where King Robert sat, leaning heavily on one of the arms, clearly hungover.

“Finally!” King Robert boomed at the sight of Joffrey and Loras. When the two reached the foot of the throne, Loras dropped to a knee in fealty, but the King waved his hand dismissively. “Oh none of that drek. My head is killing me, and I want to get back to my bed. Ser Loras, you killed one of my Kingsguard.”

“I apologize, your grace.” Loras said, bowing his head “I had no other choice.”

“Oh don’t apologize. Meryn was a cunt. Now he’s a dead cunt. But that leaves me one less guardsman. And seeing as you’ve proven yourself as the most capable warrior amongst these lot - well I think the answer is simple.”

“Your Grace?” Loras asked, a bit confused.

“Oh do I have to spell it out? Ser Loras Tyrell of Highgarden. I hereby appoint you to the Kingsguard, to serve under me and my family” Robert decreed. Loras had to admit, he was a little more than surprised. He looked over to Joffrey, who had the same shocked look he had. The king looked on impatiently, waiting for Loras to respond.

“Thank you, my king.” Loras said, bowing deeply. “It would be a great honor to serve under you and your family. The Kingsguard had included the greatest warriors in the history of Westeros, and now Loras would be amongst their ranks, his own mythology beginning.

“Father-” Joffrey said, taking a step forward. The King looked at his son with knitted brows.

“What is it boy?” The King huffed.

“I’d like to request that Ser Loras be made my sworn-shield.” Joffrey requested. Loras locked eyes with Joffrey, something intimate passing between them, before they both looked back to the King. Robert seemed to think for a moment, before once again waving hand dismissively.

“Eh, whatever.” He said nonchalantly. “You needed a new sworn sword anyway, since your dog managed to get himself sent to the wall. We’ll do the vows later. I don’t even think I could lift a bloody sword right now.”

With that being a dismissal as much as anything else, the two men walked quickly out of the throne room. The walked back in the direction of Joffrey’s chambers in silence, but Joffrey suddenly grabbed Loras by the wrist, and pulled him into a side hall. The knight found his back pressed to a wall, and then Joffrey’s lips pressed to his. Loras moaned into the kiss, and the two kissed passionately for a minute, before they broke apart, spit connecting their mouths.

“My sword.” Joffrey said, pressing his forehead against Loras’

“My KING” Loras returned.

They couldn’t wait to tell Arya.
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