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In Another Life, In Another World	By : White Glove Literature Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 38451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In Another Life, In Another World
Chapter 3

A cold chill ran down his spine as he saw the Royal procession pass through the gates of Winterfell. Unable to shake the feeling that something terrible was coming, he said nothing, hanging back with the castle servants as his family was greeted warmly by the King. A pang of longing, he quickly suppressed. A bastard could never hold a place among his legitimate family, at least not outside of Dorne, where things were so vastly different. Turning away, he slipped into the kennels to visit Ghost, his sole source of comfort now.
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Lady Stark had made it clear from the moment the Royal party was first sighted on the road that he was to remain out of sight for the duration of the King's visit. It would not do to have a bastard seated in their midst—the shame of House Stark. Sitting in the soft hay petting Ghost, he sighed, stopping when he heard a quiet whimper from the next stall down, in a hushed voice. Creeping around the booth, he peered in, surprised to find none other than Sansa's annoying snotty friend Jeyne Poole. He was about to speak, to ask what she was doing when he realized that her dress was pulled up, and she had three fingers shoved between the lips of her slit. He gasped aloud and cursed himself when her eyes snapped open, and she jerked her hand free, startled, and saw him standing there.

"W-what are you doing here, bastard?" Jeyne said in a panicked voice, clearly hoping to distract him from the scene before him. She lay back against the empty stall with her dress still pulled up, her tiny pink slit now exposed obscenely before him.

"I was visiting Ghost. I suppose I could ask you the same thing, though. I wonder what my sweet sister Sansa would say if she knew you liked to frig yourself in the kennels." He said with a smirk.

"S-she wouldn't believe you. Y-you can't prove it." She said until she saw where he was looking and quickly covered herself.

Quick as lightning, Jon reached down and snatched up her discarded knickers. "I'm sure this will be sufficient proof for my claims." He said with a grin.

Jeyne's eyes widened in fear and resignation, hanging her head. "What do you want?" She asked in a defeated whisper.

"Let's put your smart little mouth to a better use," Jon said, unlacing his breeches. Jeyne stared in dismay as she watched him, before her eyes bugged out, catching sight of the first of many cocks she would suck in her lifetime.

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Settling in at the high table beside her brother, Myrcella rolled her eyes at the eldest Stark girl. She was sweet enough but silly and not exactly bright. A girl raised on childish fairy tales about knights and damsels; she had a false impression of the world. She saw Joffrey pretend to listen and nod politely, but she knew his patience was wearing thin.

A sudden bold idea came to her, and her hand moved under the table, settling in his lap, slowly stroking him through his breeches. Beside her, Joffrey stiffened and spared her a glance, a grin forming on his face before turning back to his plate while Sansa babbled beside him. Suddenly, Sansa shrieked, and Myrcella paused, looking over. The front of Sansa's dress was splattered with shepherd's pie, and she barely suppressed a laugh.

Sansa left the table to change as Arya was escorted from the hall. Myrcella continued stroking Joffrey, unlacing the front of his breeches and worming her delicate hand inside to grip him, finding him hard at her expert touch. The Great Hall of Winterfell was loud with the ribald songs and chatter of its residents, which covered the sound of Joffrey moaning her name as he climaxed. Myrcella withdrew her hand as he laced himself back up, bringing her soiled hand to her lips to lick the slender digits clean, a mischievous grin on her face as Joffrey found himself hard again.

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Late that night, the castle was finally quiet as its inhabitants were deep in slumber, either natural or, in most cases, drunken. The King was fast asleep in his room, surrounded by whores in a massive bed. Meanwhile, in a chambers suit opposite the King's, his wife, Queen Cersei, was very much awake.

"Fuck yes, Jaime. Harder. Oh, seven hells, yes, just like that." Cersei moaned, on all fours, her face buried into the pillow to stifle her cries of pleasure. Behind her, her twin brother rammed her hard and fast, panting and moaning as he grew close, his cock pulsing as he spilled his load inside her cunt. Falling back onto the bed beside her, he lay against the headboard panting as Cersei smiled, curling up against his chest.

"Did you hear about Robert's latest half-brained idea?" Cersei sighed, breaking the mood as she propped herself up on an elbow.

"Probably not. That fat, drunken oaf has had so many of them lately. What is it this time?" Jaime sighed.

"He wants to marry Joffrey off to that stupid little Stark girl, Sansa. The little fool." Cersei said, scowling as she climbed off the bed and went to fill a glass with wine.

"Really? And what did the Starks have to say to that?" Jaime asked, glancing toward his nude twin.

"Ned Stark said that Sansa was promised to Domeric Bolton, the heir to the Dreadfort. He offered Arya instead." Cersei quipped.

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Bran lay back on a spread out, old cloak as he watched Arya bouncing up and down on his small cock, her ass milking his cock, causing him to mewl in pleasure as she clenched down tightly, sending the most delicious sensations through his slim body.

"Did you hear Sansa earlier today? She's convinced she is going to be the next Queen when she marries that stuck up Prince Joffrey." Arya said with a scowl as she rode him faster.

"I thought father already promised her to the Boltons," Bran asked, his small hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her.

"He did, but Mother keeps trying to talk him out of it. She insists that Sansa marry some stupid, proper Southron lord. Father will not hear of it, though. He would not dare back out now and insult the Boltons. There is too much history between our houses, and they are one of the strongest houses in the North. Father won't risk a rebellion in the North with Winter coming soon." Arya sighed.

Bran started to speak when the door to the broken tower burst open, and in walked the last two people he ever expected to see here, in the dead of night. He knew they were screwed when he saw the look on the faces of Prince Joffrey and his sister, Princess Myrcella, as they quickly pulled apart, doing their best to cover themselves.

Joffrey wore a cruel smirk as he stepped forward. "Well, well. A couple of degenerate wolves, rutting in the dead of night. Wait until father and Lord Stark hear about this."
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