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Theon's Favorite Toy	By : True North Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-By the Gods
- 1
The three of them were gathered in the training yard, practicing their skill in archery. No one else was around within earshot, or so they believed. It gave Theon, ever the braggart, the opportunity to boast about his favorite toy, as he often did. Even more so, now that he’s paid a few visits to Winter Town.

“She even placed a measuring stick to it,” Theon added, collecting the stack of arrows back into its tray. “Turns out I’m eight and a half inches!” he boasted proudly.

Jon, his brows knitted with disbelief, shook his head. “You’re lying.”

“Heh, by the Drowned god, I swear it,” Greyjoy insisted with a grin.

Robb smirked, casually sat next to his half-brother upon the wooden railing. “Cheer up, Jon. There’s still time.”

“Aye. There's still time, for the both of you,” Theon jested lightheartedly.

Hidden behind a nearby wagon of hay, she listened quietly. “Eight?... and a half inches?” Arya whispered to herself, brows perked. It sounded absurd, yet in the way he spoke, it made her wonder if he was telling it true. Even if he was lying, how far off was he actually? Even -six- and half would be quite large, in her mind...

“Seriously. You really ought to visit the whorehouse with me. Tonight,” the Greyjoy ward said to Snow. “It will make a man of you.”

Jon had no argument, but there was that sullen look on him again. Greyjoy had probably suggested over half a dozen times already. Arya quirked a grin. Theon seemed to value the prospect of manhood so much.

The three of them put up their bows and walked away together, continuing their conversation, chuckles fading in the distance. And now they were too far away for the wolf girl to listen. Standing up on her tiptoes and peaking over a bundle, she was tempted to sneak. The intention was to catch Theon alone, even for just a moment. Jon and Theon shared the same bedchambers, and she had no wish to bring up such a topic while in the presence of their half-brother. Snow had always been the protective type, even she didn’t ask for it.

Peering up at the sky, it was nearing evening. Rather than follow closely, she relocated, slipping quietly under a nearby tree where she could wait in the shadows. Minutes turned to half an hour. Patience was never her strong suit, and with each passing moment, she felt her resolve waning. But then right as she was about to leave, there he was. Greyjoy emerged from Keep, heading towards the nearest gate. She nimbly stepped out from under the tree and approached him. "Going somewhere?" she spoke in a somewhat accusing tone in her voice.

Theon paused and turned to the unexpected northern girl in his path. For a brief moment, her question made him feel like an Ironborn captive. "Aye..." he responded confidently and with a hint of curiosity, his brow raised.

From a short distance, Arya heard two unmistakably familiar voices approaching from behind him. She blinked. It was her older sister and Jeyne Poole. Their chatter and giggles drifted, discussing the royal entourage from King’s Landing, and their favorite dreamy knights who came with it.

Theon blinked at her, confused at why he was being halted, waiting to see if he would be kept any longer. "May I go then?"

The ladies drew in, closing the gap, Arya’s eyes darted between them and the Greyjoy. An idea sparked in her eyes and a grin of defiance went to her face again. As soon as the two ladies approached near enough, Arya exclaimed. "Is your cock really that big?!"

Sansa and Jeyne paused their conversation, stunned, faces turned in the direction of such an inappropriate question made out in the open. Their eyes darted to Theon being confronted by Arya.

The words hung in the air for a moment. It took him a moment to realize where she must have heard it from. “... You were eavesdropping?”

Having some resemblance of honesty, she nodded with a smirk. "Just a little."

"Arya, stop this!" Sansa finally stepped forth, interposing. "You shouldn't be asking about such things!"

The Stark sister immediately refuted, loudly. "But he said eight and half inches!"

Silence fell over them like a heavy cloak. Sansa and her friend blushed, exchanging glances, not from Arya's lack of modesty, but this time out of interest for how true the bragging statement was. Jeyne turned to Theon, her pretty eyes searching his face for any sign of an argument or embarrassment. The handsome Ironborn appeared more amused than anything else, reveling in the attention. “Is this true?” she asked, torn between laughter and shock.

It was his first time being met with a sudden inappropriate curiosity from a Stark lady, from the very same northern house that made him a captive. 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 as a Greyjoy, if there was such a thing, compelled him to be honest 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 is true,” the young man admitted.

“Gods be good...,” said Lady Sansa. “Eight.. and a half?” The reciting words slipped out of her mouth, surprised that she herself was breathing life to the topic. “H- How is that even possible?” Sansa questioned, voice timid.

Arya couldn’t help but giggle from the interaction unfolded. Sansa had always been the most sheltered of the siblings. Seeing her ladylike behavior come loose when curiosity took over was always a treat.

The Ironborn shrugged with an air of confidence in him. “The gods granted me a gift, I suppose. And Ros thanks me for it,” he had to toss that in.

Sansa’s cheeks flushed again, but she managed to regain some composure, reminding herself of nobility. “... If you were headed to Winter Town, we’re sorry to keep you from—”

Arya interjected suddenly, a toothy grin spreading across her face. “Show us then.”

Theon guffawed at what he just heard. But then he blinked, realizing she was being serious. The silence that followed was palpable, and even Sansa gave no verbal argument. Her and Jeyne stood there, awaiting his response.

“What, right here?…” Theon stammered, disbelief from the sudden intrigue he was getting from highborn girls.

They 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.”

Arya nodded, enthusiasm unwavering. She eyed all three of them, allowing a momentary pause to see if any of them would object. No one did. She smirked. “To the godswood then.”

Sansa muttered in submission, "What have we got ourselves into..." The four of them crossed the main courtyards together, Arya at the front. The look on Sansa's face was apparent that she was having second thoughts. She walked next to him, gauging to see if he was nervous or not. “... I hope you understand we aren’t forcing you into this,” she said politely. “You can walk away any time.”

Theon could have been a slightly nervous, given their station. But his Greyjoy pride surged within him, and he couldn’t resist the invitation to flex his dominance, especially in front of Starks. “It's not a problem at all, my lady,” he replied, a smirk dancing on his lips. “I just pray that we can all keep this between us...” he cautioned.

"You have our word," Sansa spoke for the others. "As long as you keep yours," she warned in a serious tone.

Passing into the sacred grove, they approached the ancient heart tree, and its carved face in the pale bark that always seemed to make him uneasy.

“Right, here we are,” Arya halted, turning to face Theon with a challenging smirk. “Take it off.”

Sansa interrupted, her voice cautious as she surveyed their surroundings. “Wait... This might not be far enough. People come to this tree regularly.”

Jeyne Poole gazed around the grove. “She's right. We should go a bit further," she added softly.

Theon didn’t argue. He wasn’t likely to arouse a full erection with the old gods a witness to his display.

Arya rolled her eyes. “Fine then, we’ll go further in.”

Together, they ventured deeper into the grove, moving about eighty yards until they found a shaded area surrounded by grey-green sentinels. A spot secluded from prying eyes, even from the watchtowers that overlooked Winterfell.

As they all settled in silent agreement, Theon’s heartbeat thumped with arousal. It would be his first time showing himself to a lady of the north, let alone several. He gulped. Beneath his leather garb, he could feel himself thickening with anticipation. Now was the time to show off his full pride and glory.

Jeyne and Sansa, ever mindful of their delicate dresses, found a flat surface of a rock to gently set their lady bums upon. Arya, always the tomboy, plopped down in the grass. The three girls transfixed their eyes to Theon, who stood before them ready to unveil himself. Without hesitation, Theon loosened the leather belt and removed his tunic. His boots and long socks following, and then his undershirt.

"You're going completely naked for this?" Sansa blinked in confusion as he began stripping away more than expected.

"Aye," he responded with a tone that was matter-of-fact.

She nodded slowly with a look that gave no sign of protest. The other two girls giggled from his enthusiasm.

When Theon finally slid his smallclothes down his legs, a collective expression of awe came from the northern girls. Theon's full shaft sprang up high, standing proudly in the godswood air...

Arya's mouth dropped open, her eyes widening as she took in the sheer size of him. "By the gods!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing. Sansa and Jeyne, too, gawked at the sight of him, their pale northern cheeks flushed in wonder.

Theon stood there, a spectacle of masculine pride, his hairy legs parted to showcase the fullness of his girthy shaft. His hips swayed left and right as if another display of dominance. "Ros tells me I'm still growing," he proclaimed with excitement. "She says when I reach twenty, it'll probably have grown another inch."

“Another whole inch?” Jeyne boggled, pretty eyes glazing over the length of his girth, imagining it being even more than it is now. “You really have a gift...”

Theon smiled joyfully. Their faces watching him were enough to keep him tall and hard as iron. “Imagine the wroth of Septa Mordane, discovering your enthusiasm for huge cocks...” he teased at Jeyne.

“Fuck the Septa.” Arya retorted and scooted closer to where Theon stood, finding a better view of his towering thick shaft and large balls underneath...

Theon smirked, his eyes narrowing as he noticed how close Arya was getting, her face dangerously near his form. In full confidence, he seized the moment and playfully swung his naked shaft against her forehead, several times. Arya blinked, startled by the gesture. She couldn't help but giggle, sensing the warmth and weight of him clap against her face. "It's heavier than I thought," she giggled.

Jeyne's pretty eyes were staring, not only on his lengthy shaft, but the his full package, as he played it against Arya’s little face. “Is it true that a man’s seed comes from the balls?” Jeyne queried, head tilted.

Theon nodded in answer. Thankfully, the air of the godswood remained warm enough to not shrivel him. He felt it was proper to display the fullness of them. They hung nice and low, able to swing around freely. "Aye, they do come from the balls..." he answered proudly. "And you can see, mine have plenty of it..."

Arya brought a hand up and caught hold of his long dick. She grinned, holding it like the pommel of a greatsword, feeling the consistency of how spongy and hard he was.

At any moment, Sansa was expected to stop her little sister from misbehaving, but instead, she couldn’t stop staring. Jeyne, too, was transfixed, her lustful intrigue overcoming all else.

Theon stepped over to the other two girls, cock pointed up in front of their faces like a flag pole, a lewd offer in the form of a gesture. He tested the waters, gauging their reactions.

At first, Sansa leaned back ever slightly, but her soft hand slowly came up to it, poking gently at his spongy hard surface. Jeyne reached for it next, running her soft fingers, slowly up and down his underside. His large naked form twinged up excitedly from all of their touches. Theon gave a little sigh. Jeyne blushingly made soft eye contact with him.

“Uhm... It’s leaking...” Sansa noticed, pointing out a clear slippery fluid seeping from his hole.

Arya leaned over to get a closer look. “Is that the -seed- you were talking about?”

His heart was thumping madly, realizing how dangerously close he was now to climaxing. “No, heh, no that’s not it...” he answered with a chuckle. "Trust me, you'll know the difference."

"Show us," Jeyne spoke seductively, head tilted.

Sansa blinked, surprised in the way her friend expressed. "Is this really necessary? Our plan was only to see his cock... We've seen more than what we came for."

"Yes, show us your seed!" the younger sister exclaimed, eager to learn.

Sansa sighed and muttered to herself as the plan changed. "Once again, outvoted..."

Theon laughed. "Very well then. I'll make it quick," he spoke confidently and wrapped a hand around his shaft, coating it with his pre-cum as a lubricant. With a look of determination, he began to stroke himself back and forth, his movements quick and deliberate. The highborn girls all sat there, watching, his shaft glistening with desire.

“Hmm, so that’s how boys do it,” Jeyne commented as he began working himself.

"What do you mean?" Sansa said, not knowing what 'it' was.

"That's how they pleasure themselves," Jeyne answered casually with a smirk, studying his hand gliding up and down.

Greyjoy stroked himself swiftly, is large balls swinging from every naughty stroke. He let out respirations, bracing for the pending release, biting his lower lip. 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 take aim there, hopefully not getting his Greyjoy sperm on their pretty northern dresses. "Oh, Gods, yes... It's coming...It's coming...” Theon announced excitedly. His Ironborn balls gave way as he let out a guttural groan. His toes curled in the grass when he began to unload...

Blushes of shock and awe went across the girls' faces when he started ejaculating. "Eww!" Lady Sansa flinched in surprise, leaning away when his long naked shaft began spurting many consecutive streaks of something white and sticky. Their girly eyes blinked at the trajectory of his release. Meanwhile Theon exhaled and groaned in pleasure. He finally let go of his lengthy girth, flaccid as it hung between his hairy legs, dripping the last remnants onto the grass before them.

“You didn’t tell us it was going to shoot so far...” Jeyne remarked in a smiling blush.

Arya giggled hysterically, eyeing the sticky mess he made everywhere. "That was really impressive."

"Impressive?!" Sansa's expression was mostly a blend of disgust and embarrassment. Her eyes darted around to ensure none of his nasty Greyjoy fluid landed upon her fabric.

Weak in the knees, he took a seat down in the grass, his arms propped up behind and legs sprawled open, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction from his orgasm.

Arya, ever the curious one, darted behind the rock to inspect the aftermath. "Seven hells!" she exclaimed. "It went —this— far!" She pointed to a sticky white splotch in the grass.

Jeyne and Sansa looked over their shoulders to see. It was a whopping meter away from behind the stone. Sansa turned back around to find him sprawled, hairy legs opened shamelessly. "Well, at least you had the courtesy to aim away from our faces..." Lady Stark said.

Arya giggled, "Next time, aim at Sansa's face..."

"There won't be a next time!" Sansa flustered from the idea.

Jeyne touched the sperm that decorated the flat rock, feeling the consistency between fingers, staring at it up close..

“Gross, you’re touching it now?” her friend said.

Jeyne didn’t appear too disgusted. “It won’t get us pregnant by simply touching.”

Arya crept over to her older sister from behind the rock and quickly wiped something 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 anywhere. The lecherous little sister giggled madly.

Theon chuckled, his demeanor relaxed and confident as he let out another sigh. "Well, my ladies," he said, "how about we go bathe in the hot spring?"

Sansa shot him a glare. "Why, so you can see us naked?" she retorted, tone sharp. "I believe you've had enough -satisfaction- for one day."

Theon made a playful grin. "Of course, my apologies."

"It's been a while since we bathed here, hasn't it," Jeyne appeared open to the suggestion.

Theon stood up and gathered his northern clothes, determined to go with or without them. Carrying them in arm, he began to walk to the nearest hot spring. Jeyne eyed him for a moment, seeing his nice bare ass when he walked away.

The highborn girls looked at one another and Arya muttered. “... Should we join him?”
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