Theon's Favorite Toy | By : True North Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 2110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The three of them were in the training yard again, practicing their skills in archery. Nobody was within earshot but them, or so they believed. Greyjoy saw it as a window of opportunity to continue boasting about his favorite toy, as he often did, usually in regards with his lovely red headed whore from the Winter Town brothel.
“She even took a measuring stick to it,” Theon added, placing the stack of arrows back into its tray. “Turns out I’m seven and a half inches!” he boasted proudly.
“You’re lying,” Jon said in disbelief.
“By the drowned god, I swear it,” Greyjoy replied.
Robb smirked, casually sat next to his half-brother upon the railing. “Don’t worry, Jon. There’s still time.”
“Aye. There’s still time for both of you,” Theon jested lightheartedly.
Arya was tucked behind a nearby wagon of hay, this time, overhearing portions of their private conversation, given how far away she was. Theon had a certain voice that carried, making it easy to hear him brag. The part that made her brows perk was the size of his favorite possession. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it. “Seven and a half inches?...” She had the same initial reaction as Jon when those words came out.
“Seriously. You really ought to visit the whore house with me, this evening,” the Iron ward boy said to Jon. “It will change your life.”
The three of them put up their bows and walked away together, continuing their conversation. Now they were too far away for the wolf girl to listen. Standing and peaking over a bundle of hay, she was tempted to sneak. The real intention was for her to catch Theon alone, for just a moment. She wanted to know if what he said was true. Peering up at the sky, it was very close to evening. Rather than stalk, she simply relocated just before Winterfell’s eastern gate and sat under a tree, waiting.
The minutes turned to nearly half an hour. Arya wasn't really the patient type and was getting ready to give up. But then at a distance, the Ironborn walked out of the Great Keep, heading towards the gate. As he drew closer, she heard two familiar voices somewhere nearby. They were the voices of Sansa and Jeyne, chatting about the royal entourage of Lannister and Baratheon from King's Landing. They ladies drew closer as well. As the gap closed, Arya’s eyes darted between them and the ward. “Fuck. Worst timing...”
Just before the wolf girl was about to tuck behind the tree, the older sister caught view. “Arya?”
Beautiful Jeyne paused mid-sentence and looked at the little Stark sister tucked behind the tree.
“What are you doing hiding there for?” asked the auburn-haired Stark, stepping closer.
“Oh, fuck me,” blurted Arya.
Jeyne blinked with a blush.
The ward boy was minding his own business, passing by on the walkway, until a high voice called out to him.
“Theon! Come here!” Arya barked.
Sansa and Jeyne perked a brow, switched their gaze to the Ironborn who halted for a moment. He seemed to be just as confused, unsure of why he was being summoned. He went over to the group of girls anyway.
“Aye?...” he responded.
Stepping out from behind the tree, the youngest one looked at him. “Is your cock really that big?”
Lady Sansa's mouth dropped open silently with a blush. Jeyne went wide eyed as well, unsure of how they ended up on this topic.
Theon paused at the sudden query, especially from a lady. He then realized where she must have heard the idea from. “...You were eavesdropping??”
Arya, having some resemblance of honesty, nodded her head with a smirk.
Sansa facepalmed and then looked at the Ironborn lad.
“Seven and a half inches!” the little sister squeaked.
Sansa and Jeyne blinked in surprise from the lady’s utter lack of modesty to announce such a thing, disregard for anyone who could have heard nearby. Their eyes widened, not only by the forwardness of Arya, but also out of curiosity of how true the statement was. Jeyne Poole spoke first, looking over to the handsome ward standing before them. “... Is that true?”
Theon was flustered. It was his first time being met with a sudden curiosity from the northern ladies. If he was honorable enough, he would have discontinued the conversation, bowed his head, and walked away. But that would have also been rude... His honor to the northern house compelled him to be truthful in front of the northern ladies.
He glanced around for a moment to make sure there was no one else listening in but them. "Aye, it’s true,” the young man admitted.
“Gods be good...,” said Lady Sansa. “Seven and a half?” Jeyne followed by echoeing her friend's remark.
Arya couldn’t help but giggle from the interaction started by her. Seeing the modesty of her older sister come loose when curiosity took over was always a treat.
"How is that even possible?” asked the elder sister, and most sheltered one.
The Ironborn shrugged and spoke confidently. “The gods granted me a gift, I suppose. And Ros thanks me for it,” he had to throw that in...
Sansa finally regained some ladylike composure and remembered her station. “... If you were headed to Winter Town, we’re sorry to keep you--.”
Arya interjected with a naughty smirk. “Show us.”
Theon guffawed at what he just heard from the youngest. But then he blinked, there were silent eyes from all three of them standing there. Even the proper Lady Sansa gave no verbal argument.
“What, here? Now?...” Theon flustered, disbelief from the situation.
The girls turned to look at one another, having no plan in mind. Jeyne, usually the quietest of the group, spoke up with an idea. “We could go into the Godswood.”
“To the Godswood then,” Arya agreed, grinning.
The four of them crossed the main courtyards together, the youngest one eagerly at the front. It was strange to see them in a group, even stranger still to see the ironborn headed towards the Godswood.
Sansa walked next to him gauging to see if he was nervous or not. “I hope you know we aren’t forcing you into this,” she said politely. “You can walk away any time.”
Theon shrugged. “It's no problem at all my lady.”
They passed into the sacred grove and Arya stopped them near the bone colored heart tree. “Alright, here we are. Take it off.”
Lady Sansa interrupted; she looked around cautious of their surroundings. “Wait... This might not be far enough. People come to this tree regularly.”
“She’s right, we should go a bit further.” Jeyne added.
Greyjoy didn’t argue at all. The ancient bone colored Weirwood face always gave him the creeps.
Arya sighed. “Fine then, we’ll go further in.”
They ventured probably eighty yards deeper and found a nice, shaded area surrounded by grey green sentinels, out of sight from even the wall watchers. Theon’s heartbeat was frantic with horny excitement. This would be his first time showing himself to a lady of the north, several ladies, even. Beneath his leather garb, he could sense it already thickening. Now was the time to show off his full pride and glory.
Jeyne and Sansa found a flat surface of a rock to gently sit their lady bums upon, without getting their dresses dirty, and Arya sat down in the grass. Their eyes turned to the handsome lad before them, getting ready to unburden himself. Without any hesitation, Theon loosened the leather belt and removed his tunic, dropping them aside. His boots came off, long sleeved shirt, then his thick woolen trousers. It became obvious that he was about to go completely naked. None of the girls bothered to stop him. When his smallclothes finally slid down his legs, Theon’s full erection sprung up high in the Godswood air.
Arya’s mouth dropped in awe by the sheer size. “Oh, fuck!” she gaped in bewilderment.
The older two girls were blushing as well, seeing how true it really was.
Theon stood there proudly, his hairy legs parted open, flexing the fullness of his girthy shaft in front of highborn girls.
"Ros tells me I’m still growing...” Theon admitted confidently. “She says when I reach twenty, it’ll probably have grown another inch,” the young Ironborn flexed it high again.
“Another whole inch?!” Jeyne boggled, pretty eyes glazing over the size of his long naked shaft, imagining it being even more than it is now. “You really have a gift...”
Theon smiled joyfully. The pretty faces of the girls watching him were enough to keep him tall and hard. “Imagine the wroth of Septa Mordane, discovering your enthusiasm for huge cocks...” he jested.
“Fuck the Septa.” Arya retorted. She scooted closer to where Theon stood, finding a better view of his towering shaft and large bulging spheres underneath.
He smirked, noticing how dangerously close her cute little face was. Seizing the moment, Theon swung his long full erection upon Arya’s forehead, more than once, in a playful sort of dominance. She blinked and giggled from the sudden lewd gesture, briefly sensing the weight and warmth of him, clapping against her face...
“Is it true that a man’s seed comes from the balls?” Jeyne queried. Eyes locked onto his large Ironborn package as he played it against Arya’s face.
Theon nodded in answer. Thankfully, the air of the godswood remained warm enough to not shrivel his large balls. He felt it was proper to display the fullness of them.. They hung nice and low, able to swing around freely. "As you can see, mine have plenty of seed.."
Arya brought a hand up and caught his long dick from swinging again. Feeling the sudden grab made him stop moving his hips. She grinned, feeling like she was the one in control now. Holding it like the pommel of a greatsword, she squeezed a few times, feeling the consistency of it all, how spongy and hard it was. She noticed the way it flexed up excitedly in response to her juvenile touches. A naughty grin went to her face, looking up at him.
At any moment, Sansa was expected to stop her little sister from misbehaving, but instead, she couldn’t stop staring. Same went for Jeyne Poole. It was probably the first time for all of them seeing one so fully erect. Theon stepped over to them, cock pointed up in front of their faces. A lewd offer in the form of a gesture. He tested the waters.
Sansa leaned back ever slightly, but her soft hand slowly came up to it, poking gently at the spongy head of it. Jeyne reached for it next, running her soft fingers gently, slowly up and down his underside. His large naked shaft twinged all the way up excitedly from her touch. She made eye contact with him. The cute look in her eyes made Theon all the more eager to flex his dominance.
“Uhm... It’s leaking...” Sansa pointed out, a clear slippery fluid seeped from his dick hole.
Arya leaned over to get a closer look. “Is that the seed you were talking about?”
Theon’s heartbeat was thumping frantically, he was dangerously close to climaxing. “No, that’s not it...” He answered.
He wrapped a hand around his shaft, coating it was fluid as a lubricant, providing him with an extra edge to pleasure. With a look of horny excitement and determination, Theon stroked quickly back and forth, back and forth. His large balls swinging from every stroke. The girls all sat there, studying the movements of the way he pleasured himself. “So that’s how boys do it...” Jeyne commented, head tilted. Sansa perked a brow, "What do you mean?" she asked, not knowing what 'it' means.
"That's how they give themselves pleasure," Jeyne answered while studying his hand movements gliding up and down his long shaft.
Theon groaned in deep respirations, bracing for the pending release. Arya watched him from a side view. In front of where he stood, there was a narrow space upon the flat rock, between where Lady Sansa and Jeyne sat. He decided to aim there, hopefully not getting his Greyjoy sperm on their pretty dresses.
"Oh gods, yes... Here it comes...” Theon announced, his large Ironborn balls clenched on their own... His toes in the grass curled as he began to unload...
Blushes went to the girls' faces when he started ejaculating. “Eww!” Sansa leaned away... His dick hole spurted many consecutive streaks of something white and sticky... Their eyes traced how far in distance they flew, and where they landed. Some of it even went clear over the rock... Theon exhaled a sigh of pleasure during his lengthy spurts. Theon finished, letting go of his lengthy shaft, now going flaccid and dripping very close to their feet in the grass.
“You didn’t tell us it was going to shoot so far...” Jeyne wore blushes of arousal on her cheeks. Sansa had the same look, mostly out of embarrassment and disgust.
Even Theon himself was astonished, breathless, by how far he unloaded. Weak in the knees, he took a seat down in the grass, arms propped up behind and his legs sprawled open, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction from his orgasm...
Arya quickly sat up and went over behind the rock, inspecting with a keen eye. “Seven hells!...” she exclaimed. “It went this far,” she pointed to a sticky splotch in the grass.
Jeyne and Sansa turned around to see. It was a whopping meter away from the stone. Sansa turned back around to find him sprawled, hairy legs opened shamelessly. “At least you had the courtesy to aim away from our dresses. Or better yet, our faces...”
Arya giggled, "Next time, aim it at Sansa's face..."
Sansa flustered angrily from such an idea. "There won't be a next time."
Jeyne touched the sperm that decorated the flat rock, feeling the consistency between fingers, staring at it up close.
“Eww, you’re touching it now?” said Lady Sansa.
Jeyne didn’t appear too disgusted. “It won’t get us pregnant by simply touching.”
Arya sneakily crept over to Sansa from behind the rock and quickly wiped across her pretty face. Sansa gasped, feeling the sudden stickiness of what could only be one thing. “Arya!!” she exclaimed in panic, standing up from the rock. Unfortunately, there was no washcloth nearby. The lecherous little sister giggled hysterically.
The Greyjoy chuckled as well, even though his balls rested empty, along with his arousal. He regained some energy and gathered his northern clothing, picking them up but without putting them on. Carrying them in arm, he began walking away.
Jeyne eyed him for a moment, seeing his nice bare ass when he walked. “Where are you going?”
“I'm going to bathe in the hot spring,” he replied, casually.
The highborn girls looked at one another and Arya whispered. “... Should we join him?”
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