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Snow and Stark Share	By : FaceOvBoe Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 15776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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1. Arrival
A/N This is my first attempt at 'literotica'. I enjoy reading it and have not been able to find any GOT with Robb, Jon, and a female OC that I really enjoied. I am trying to keep it in a story like formation. Any sort of critism is accepted. Good or bad I like to know where I could improve.
Tihara Baratheon fumbled with the folds of her skirts in her carrage. The dress was a heavy wool made specifically for her ride to the North. The color was a simple but yellow with black trim with a crowned black stag embrodried onto the right upper breast to honor her father's house and his claim to the throne. A tiny silver crown sat on top of her dark black curls. Tihara's bright green eyes and soft fair skin were the only things she took from her Lannister roots. Her strong face and dark hair were her fathers. She pulled on a black curl of hair and remembered her father's announcement very well.
Robert walked into the room that Tihara and her mother had currently been residing in. Cersei was brushing through the black curls on her daughters head and prepared to start braiding it into a style similar to her own. Instead of two sets of braids connecting in the back it was one with a twist on the back, "I have exciting news." Robert bellowed into the room. A maid who was filling a basen with water jumped and spilled some water. Cersai didn't even move to look at her husband, however; Tihara looked up to her father with a smile, "Can it not wait dear husband, our daughter and I were speaking of woman things." Robert shook his giant head and laughed, "I have finally thought of the perfect suiter." Cersei sighed and placed her hands in her lap. Tihara looked displeased, "You told me that I could pick who I was to marry." Cersei nodded and reached for her daughter's hand. Robert's face twisted slightly, "You will be able to choose. You leave for Winterfell in a fortnight. You may choose from the true born, the bastard, and the Ironborn ward." Tihara looked at her mother who shook with rage, "Go to your chambers my sweet. I shall be behind you shortly."
The carrage stopped and forced Tihara to wake from her memory. The door opened and a brown haired boy looked in, "Here Princess. To keep you warm." The black cloak was thin but it would help. She gave one nod to show her thanks and stepped from the carrage. Outside the wind blew and made her shiver.
The street was filled with people whispering and stairing at her. Tihara's cheeks grew a soft pink but other than that she kept her composure. The boy who helped her from the carrage stood erect next to her, "ANNOUNCING PRINCESS TIHARA FROM THE HOUSE BRATHEON!" The people grew silent and bowed to her. She could feel a warmness begin behind her ears and willed it to stay put. An older gentleman walked forward and reached for her hand, "Princess Tihara, I am Eddard Stark. The Warden of the North and the lord of this land. I welcome you into our home." Tihara gave a soft smile and bowed her head, "Thank you Lord Stark. My father has told me much of you." Eddard looked down at the girl with the warmpth of a father, "Let's get you inside. I suppose that you are cold. Your cloak is thin." Tihara nodded and let the Lord lead her inside. She caught a glimpse of the red haired woman, whom she would later leard to be Lady Stark, shooing a few children inside. Behind her stood three men clearly craining their necks to get a good look at her. A red curly haired man and two dark haired men. One had curls that riviled the red heads.
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Tihara stood in her room getting ready for the feast that would start once she was introduced to her three suitors.Her personal maid was pulling the last of her corset in place, "I do not feel well." Tihara spoke to the slender woman. The woman went to fix a few hairs that fell from Tihara's basic knot twist. Her gown was a lovely gold shade with black trim and intricate embrodery stitching alone the skirts, "I hear that Stark men are as honorable and kind as they come." The maid spoke without fear to the princess. Why should she have any fear? They had been together since they were children. Tihara loved her as if she were a sister.
Tihara gave a half smile, "I do love you Fey. I still have doubt." Fey pushed her golden hair behind her shoulder. She was a low born Lanister but a Lanister none the less, "As long as he has a big cock and knows how to use it. I would be satisfied." Tihara shot her maid a sultry grin and flipped her hair behind her own shoulder, "Yes a nice big cock would be nice." her voice was low.
Thanks to watching her father Tihara had grown a sexual appitite that had been kept secret for years. Thanks to her equally as hungry friend Fey and Tihara had been able to stay maidens and sate each other's hunger. Fey opened her mouth and began to advance on Tihara.
A knock on the door stopped Fey cold. She nodded to Tihara and turned to open the door. Tihara turned and looked to the fire in the hearth. Fey's soft fingers touched her friend's shoulder, "It's Robb. He has asked to escort you to the feast." Tihara nodded and walked to the door. Robb stood with great confidence. He was wearing what looked like an attempt at formal wear. Tihara smiled, "Hello Robb." he reached for her hand and placed a kiss on it, "Princess. I have been asked to escort you to the feast by my Lord Father."
"Oh? I suppose that is the only reason you came to offer me your arm." Robb pushed his red hair back though it bounced forward of it's own accord. he opened his mouth and closed it in thought. Tihara placed her arm aroud his and nodded goodnight to her maid, "Well let us be off. I do not want to anger your father by being late." Robb held her arm in his and walked along. It took no time to find the great hall, "Winterfell is a maze." Tihara teased.
"We keep it that way so that our enemies get lost. Not like they could get past our walls any time soon." Tihara giggled and looked to the many people gathering in the hall, "See you on the other side." Robb said before letting his father lead her to the middle of the table that the Starks had been set at. She looked out and noted that while Theon sat on the table with her Jon was sitting at the edge of the room amung lowborns. The meal was finnished quickly and the dancing and laughing had begun. Tihara was passed from partner to partner and kept smiling though she was clearly board. Finally Robb had been able to find his way into her arms, "You look like you are enjoying yourself." he noted. They both took a step back and bowed with the song.
Tihara snorted in an unladylike way, "Not a chance. I have always hated big events."Robb looked up and noted that his parents were busy talking to Sansa about something, "Come." he ordered and nearly drug her from the hall, "What? Where are you taking me Robb Stark?"
"Just away. We can go back if you wish, Princess." Tihara shook her head, "I am alright. Thank you." They walked along the halls and Robb pointed to pictures of their ancestors and gave her a well prepares speach on their history. Tihara let a smirk graze her features when they hit a darker halllway and hadn't seen a servent in minutes. She reached up and touched Rob's neck with the knuckles of her fingers pushing his hair back. He turned and had seemed to share her intrest for the moment.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked and the almost silent yes was all he needed to let go.
Robb's lips assaulted her lips in seconds. He pressed her against the wall and she could feel him through his trousers and her skirts. She wiggled involuntarily to positoion him rightfully to her. His lips were large and consumed her with every movement. His tongue snaked out and pushed on her lowerlip gently to gain access into her mouth. She felt as if every limb was on fire. No man had ever touched her in his way and it was scortching her. His arms moved to hold her neck and hair. Her fingers trapped themselvs in his hair. Her hands travled down to his hips and she squeezed. He kissed down her neck and sunk his teeth into the skin just above her collarbone. Her hands travled down to his hips and she squeezed. She bucked against him and gasped, "I uh need to go back to the Feast." Tihara whispered ripping her hands away from his waist. Robb nodded trying to steady his breathing, "Here let me." Tihara giggled as Robb fumbled to fix her hair into a reasonable manner. He offered his arm to her, "Princess." he purred into her ear. Once they were both back into the great room Tihara was once again being thrown into dance after dance.
Theon had become one of her partners, "If I may, Princess. I would have to compare your beauty to that of a summer's wind." Tihara smiled politley but could smell the definate scent of womanhood on his breath, "Why thank you, Sir." she answered and pulled from his grip as soon as the song had started. She could hear the sound of Robb laughing as she snaked through the room. Gods she needed some air.
Once outside she looked up to the sky expecting to see the lights in the sky but instead the sky was simply grey, "Princess?" She looked up to see Jon petting a white wolf at his leg, "Oh, Hello Jon. I was wondering why I hadn't been asked to dance yet." He looked to the sky, "I would offer to dance with you under the stars, however..." Tihara smiled and looked up with him, "I can offer to walk you along the grounds." Jon spoke.
Tihara took Jon's arm and watched the wolf pad away, "I noted your absence earlier." Jon spoke as they pasted an anvil, "Your brother Robb and I walked the halls earlier. I had needed air. Like now." They walked into the horse stalls and Jon named each horse until they were at the end. It was dark. Tihara felt a bit of heat building inside of her.
Jon looked at her and reached out to push a piece of hair behind her ear. Tihara enjoied his soft voice and how he smelled like the forest, "Jon." she whispered in the shadows. She leaned forward and Jon followed her lead. He raised a hand and placed it on her neck. She hid a smirk at the knowladge that only a few hour earlier Robb had her pinned to a wall and had bitten down where Jon's hand was now, "Kiss me." Tihara whispered.
Jon took his time leaning in and pulling her to him gently. His lips were gentle and cool as he worked hers. He bit dowen on her bottom lip suddenly gaining a gasp and jump from the owner. Tihara let her tongue snake into his mouth. Jon's arms hung limply at his sides unsure of what to do. Tihara giggled and reached down pulling his arms to wrap around her waist. She felt him straighten as if she gave him confidence. He pushed her onto the hay that was behind the two and laid so that most of his weight was on the hay. Tihara gave a small hip thrust to test the man on top of her. He gave a soft gasp of his own and proceded to grind against her. Tihara reached up and pulled Jon's neck so that he was kissing her harder. The sound of someone entering the stalls quieted the two. Tihara could feel Jon's heartbeat against her breast. After the person had left they both gave out a soft laugh, "Oh, I cannot go back to the feast like this." Jon rolled his eyes and stood offering his hand, "I can sneek you back to your room and inform everyone that you started to feel ill. It is not hard to see. You are of the South and the cold is harsh up here." Tihara gave Jon a peck on the cheek, "Thank you."
Jon had helped Tihara to her room quickly. She gave him another quick chaste kiss and shut the door. Fey raised from her needlework and motioned for her princess to walk over and raise her arms.
Tihara smiled wistfully as Fey undid her dress, "So it went well?" she asked and Tihara nodded, "Robb is like a wild fire burning so fast and hot but Jon is the complete oposite so cool and soft. He is just gentle in a kind way. I just.." Fey pulled Tihara's dress down her nice hips and heartshaped ass. Fey reached forward and felt the wetness between her mistresses legs, "Mmm tell me more." She purred gently and grabbed at Tihara's clint giving a soft pinch. Tihara bucked her hips and took off her slip letting her breast go free, "I had gotten a goos feel of their cocks through our clothes." she murmured and Fey moved so that she was in front of Tihara. She snaked out her tongue and tasted the new juices running out of her Princess. Tihara felt her hips move of their own accord, "Ahh, Just thinking of it now." Tihara felt an aching need deep within her.
Fey rose to Tihara's eye level and pouted, "I am feeling unloved." she whispered the end and reached out to grope her Princess's ample breasts. Fey leaned forward and took one nipple in her mouth. She sucked hard and felt the woman in her arms tremble. She let out a low moan, "Shhh my Princess, these walls are thin." Fey reached down with a wicked grin and continued her assault on Tihara's now swollen clint, "Let us make a game of it." She pinched and twisted the swollen nub to bring forth Tihara's orgasm. With her thoughts on the feeling of the two Lord's cocks rubbing against her it worked wonderfully. The Princess bit into Fey's shoulder to muffle her moans as her first orgasm came. Fey stepped back and slipped her dress off before pushing the princess into the bed, "My turn." she purred.
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