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In Another Life, In Another World	By : White Glove Literature Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 38429 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In Another Life, In Another World
Chapter 2

Dismounting his horse and leaving it without the stable, he turned to face his sons. “Return to the yard, boys, and continue with your training.”

“Yes, father,” They chorused, except for Jon Snow, who nodded, his eyes downcast, and said, “Yes, Lord Stark.” He watched them walk away, Robb and Theon laughing, while Bran followed eagerly behind, longing to be like them. Jon trailed silently at the rear.

He felt a pang of guilt. Jon was a lot like him. Quiet, brooding, bound up in his honor. His spirit tapered by the vengeful nature of his wife. “If only she would be kind to the boy. He deserved to know the truth, but he was safer this way.” “Jory, tell my wife that I’m going to the Godswood to pray.” Lord Stark said before leaving the stables.

XxxxxxX

“After all these years, I still feel like an outsider when I come here.” Lady Stark said, approaching the massive Weirwood tree.

“You have five Northern children. You’re not an outsider.” He said, setting aside the oilcloth he had been using to wipe down Ice.

“I wonder if the Old Gods would agree.” She sighed, glancing up at the tree's tall branches, laden with leaves of red and gold and green. “Autumn was here at last, which meant that Winter was coming.” She felt a churn in her stomach that she fought to suppress.

“It’s your gods with all the rules.” He said.

“I’m so sorry, my love.” She said, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his arm.

“What is it?” He asked, a feeling of dread rising. She never disturbed him here unless it was necessary.

“Jon Arryn is dead. I know he was like a father to you.” She said softly.

XxxxxxX

“The King is riding North to Winterfell. With the Queen and the court.” Lady Stark said quietly.

“He’s coming all this way. There’s only one thing he’s after.” Ned said wearily.

“You can always say no, Ned.” She pleaded.

“The King has journeyed all this way for Lord Stark’s aid. If your sister’s warning is true, and the Lannisters conspire against the Crown, who but you can protect the King.” Maester Luwyn said.

“They murdered the last Hand of the King. Now you want Ned to take the job?! Your father and brother rode South on a King’s command once.” She said in despair.

“A different time, a different King,” Luwyn stated before leaving, allowing them to turn in for the night.

Sleep would be slow in coming this night.

XxxxxxX

"Ugh ugh ugh, yes. Fucking take it, Squid boy." He said between grunts and moans of pleasure.

He heard the voice behind him, moaning and panting as the bedframe creaked. It was a familiar situation he had found himself in every night for the past five years. Since he was 11 and his Lord deemed him a suitable age. On all fours in his bed with a cock in his ass. Behind him, Lord Stark clinging tightly to his hips as he used him to make his dick cum.

He grunted softly into the pillow to stifle his cries. He could feel the rough hands on his hips, the loud and sweaty figure behind him panting and moaning as he roughly thrust into his hole. He closed his eyes and bit back a moan, ashamed as the hard cock ramming into his bowels hit his prostate again and again, making his vision swim. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking the iron-hard rod, and moaned, his cock twitching as he spurted his thick seed into his hand. Behind him, he heard the gruff voice of Lord Stark as he slammed home inside him and felt his cock spurting his seed inside him.

"Sweet gods, boy. You are a fine piece of ass. Take it. Take my wolf cock up your boycunt like a good little squid." He said as he felt himself cumming, his seed flooding into his young ward's ass. He pulled out of Theon's ass and sat back on his heels on Theon's bed, panting hard before standing and dressing, leaving without a word as Theon recovered. He did not need to hear Lord Stark's unspoken words that he would be back again the following night.

He visited Theon's bed every night after his shrew of a wife was fast asleep.

XxxxxxX

Standing guard outside the King’s room was never a pleasant job for him. That’s when Robert liked to bring his whores to bed and dishonor his sister. Not that Cersei had ever indeed been faithful to him either. He had been bedding his sister for most of their lives.

Downstairs, music and laughter sounded in the Inn where they were lodged, the King’s company drinking and eating and fucking tavern girls while their comments cheered them on. Meanwhile, he was stuck babysitting Robert when he would rather be with Cersei.

“Take my cock in your filthy cunt, you whore. I’ll put a son in your belly for sure.” Came the loud voice of Robert from inside.

“Foolish man. Your children are all lions, not stags. And quite like their parents if his suspicions about his two oldest were correct. They are so much like us. Myrcella could be Cersei’s twin at that age. Except for the malice present in Cersei’s eyes. Myrcella was a sweet girl.” He thought to himself, praying she would not become her mother.

“Ah, fucking take it, wench. Take my royal seed.” The King bellowed. Shortly afterward, a parade of half-nude women exited the room, followed by the sound of that fat oaf’s snoring. Jaime sighed. It was going to be a long night.

XxxxxxX

“Ungh, fuck yes. Can you believe it, Arya? The King is coming to Winterfell to visit father.” Bran said between loud moans and grunts, gazing into Arya’s eyes as his hands gripped her thighs, his small cock thrusting in and out of her ass.

“Why not? They’re old friends. Maybe we can both become Knights one day if we can make a good impression on the King,” Arya panted breathlessly, her legs resting on her brother’s shoulders as he plowed into her ass.

“We can hope, but who knows. Father probably wouldn’t let him make you a Knight. You’ll wind up being wasted on some fat stupid lord, probably.” Bran teased between thrusts, making Arya roll her eyes and kick the back of his head with her heel.

“Idiot. Shows what you know. That’ll never happen to me. I refuse to let it.” She scoffed, feeling Bran stiffen above her as she felt his essence pour into her hole before he rolled off of her.

“How are you going to manage that?” Bran asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know yet,” Arya sighed, turning away from him and laying on her side.

XxxxxxX

Sneaking into his sister’s room that night, half-drunk on ale, he pulled back the bedcovers and crawled in beside her, causing her to smile before seeing the darkened expression on his face.

“What is it, Joffy?” She purred softly.

“Father says we’ll reach Winterfell in a few days.” Joffrey sighed.

“So, what’s wrong with that? We’ll find ways to be together. Mother will help us, like always.” Myrcella said, trying to reassure him as she pulled his head down to rest on her chest.

“It’s not just that. Father’s going to make me marry one of those stupid Stark girls.” Joffrey sighed. Her eyes burning with anger, Myrcella said nothing.
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