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Myrcella Baratheon watched, hiding behind one of the natural stone pillars in the cave that had been home for the last ten moons, at the regular coupling of Mother and Ser Fluffy (as she’d mentally named him). Mother sat, kneeling between his legs, both of his hands on her head, forcing her down on his cock. It always started like this, Mother on her knees, sucking his cock while he played with her hair.

It was sick, and the knowledge that this was going to be her fate, that one day she would be just as broken and compliant, was terrifying.

There was no hope for escape, and Tommen and Myrcella had both seen their mother break in the last year. It had been hard to watch, and harder to accept, but there was nothing they could do. But despite that, Myrcella kept coming back to watch, to see the way Ser Fluffy lay with Mother, to see what awaited her when he decided she was old enough.

It was morbid, and it was depraved, and a part of her was ashamed of herself. But, there was also a part of her that found the sight arousing. A part of her that couldn't stop staring, couldn't tear her eyes away.

The two of them were beautiful together, Ser Fluffy's fur a contrast to her mother's smooth, flawless skin. The way their bodies moved together, the way Ser Fluffy's massive frame dwarfed her mother's, was intoxicating.

They were so different, and yet they fit together, a strange sort of harmony between the two. Ser Fluffy was not gentle, but there was a care in the way he handled her mother, a respect that belied his savage nature.

Myrcella felt a warmth between her legs, her arousal building as she watched. The sight was so wrong, and yet so right, Ser Fluffy's massive cock sliding into her mother's mouth, the way her cheeks bulged. It was so wrong, and yet it was so erotic, the sight of Ser Fluffy's phallus filling her mother's mouth, the way her breasts and pregnant belly swayed.

It was wrong, but the way Ser Fluffy took her mother was mesmerizing, the way her mother's body trembled, the way her mother's moans filled the cave, the way her mother's legs quivered, her toes curling, her juices dripping down her thighs, her ass clenching.

Ser Fluffy let out a growl, a deep, rumbling sound that Myrcella felt more than heard, and pushed Mother’s head down, her mother's lips wrapped around his knot, his cock twitching, shooting his seed into her mouth. Mother swallowed, her throat convulsing as she gulped down Ser Fluffy's seed, the way her body shuddered, her juices squirting out, coating her thighs.

It was a beautiful sight, and the beast's seed leaked from her mother's mouth, the way her mother's hands rubbed her belly, the way her mother's breasts swayed, the way her mother's hips bucked.

Ser Fluffy pulled her mother's head up, and Myrcella's heart skipped a beat. His cock was slick with her mother's saliva, the shaft covered in her mother's fluids, the head still leaking cum. The sight was so wrong, but the scent of sex filled the air, and Myrcella could feel the heat between her legs, the wetness.

Her mother let out a low, throaty moan, her body trembling as Ser Fluffy's seed dripped from her mouth. She swallowed, her throat convulsing, and Ser Fluffy let out a low, rumbling growl. Her mother shuddered, her hands shaking, and her legs trembling, as Ser Fluffy's seed leaked down her chin, staining her neck and breasts.

Ser Fluffy's cock twitched, the tip of his length brushing against her mother's cheek, smearing her face with his cum. He let out a deep, rumbling growl, and her mother shuddered, her eyes closing, her head tilting back, her mouth opening. Ser Fluffy reached down, hooking his hands under Mother's arms, and lifted her up, putting her back against the wall of the cave, her breasts jiggling as her feet left the ground, his massive hands cupping her ass.

Mother moaned, her voice quivering, her legs wrapping around his hips, his cock pressing against her belly, his shaft glistening with her juices. Her mother's hips bucked, and she shuddered, her back arching, her breasts jiggling. Myrcella bit her lip, her hand drifting down, her fingers brushing against the front of her rough stitched skirt.

Ser Fluffy was taking her mother again, his massive cock sliding into her, her mother's moans echoing through the cave. It was a beautiful sight, her mother's body trembling, her ass clenching, her hips bucking, her breasts bouncing, her back arching.

Ser Fluffy's length was buried inside her mother, his knot pressed against her entrance, her mother's body shaking. Her mother's eyes were rolled back, her voice trembling, her back arched, her breasts jiggling, her nipples hard, her hands gripping Ser Fluffy's arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Yes!" her mother moaned, her body trembling, her ass clenching, her breasts jiggling. Ser Fluffy's hands were on her mother's ass, her cheeks spread, his knot pressed against her entrance, her mother's juices dripping down her thighs, her legs shaking, her back arched, her breasts bouncing.

Her mother let out a moan, her voice quivering, her hands shaking, her toes curling. Ser Fluffy growled, his claws digging into her mother's ass, his cock pulsating, his knot grinding against her mother's entrance.

"Fuck me!" her mother cried, her voice hoarse, her back arched, her ass clenching, her eyes rolling back, her body trembling.

Myrcella could barely think, her mind foggy, her arousal building. She watched as her mother's body shuddered, her toes curling, her hips bucking, her hands gripping Ser Fluffy's forearms.

Myrcella couldn't stand it anymore, her hand slipping under her skirt, her fingers brushing against her pussy. She'd never done this before, her fingers fumbling about, trying to find the right spot, her fingers sliding along her folds.

She couldn't find the spot she'd heard some of the older girls talking about, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She could feel the pleasure building, the heat between her legs, her body trembling.

Ser Fluffy let out a growl, his hands grabbing her mother's breasts, his claws digging into her flesh, his cock pulsating, his knot grinding against her mother's entrance, her juices dripping down her thighs, her mother's ass clenching, her voice trembling, cracking. Suddenly, Ser Fluffy paused, looking down at where he and Mother were joined before he pulled out, a rush of liquid following behind.

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Twins, Mother gave birth to two twin girls. Myrcella carefully held her younger sisters, one in each arm. They were beautiful, their soft skin so unlike the coarse fur of their father. To Myrcella's eyes, she couldn't see any indication of them possessing Ser Fluffy's inhuman features. Their father looked at the two of them, his eyes soft.

"They're beautiful, Myrcella," Mother whispered, a sad smile on her face.

"They are," Myrcella agreed, her voice distant. Tommen looked at their new siblings, a look of awe on his face.

"What are their names?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Joanna and Genna," Mother replied, her voice soft. "After my mother and aunt."

"They're so small," Tommen said, his voice reverent. "So fragile."

"Yes," Mother said, her voice barely a whisper. "But, they're beautiful. And they're our family. They're all we have."

"I'll protect them," Tommen declared, his voice firm. "I'll keep them safe."

"Me too," Myrcella echoed, her voice solemn. "They'll be safe, Mother."

Mother's lips quivered into a small, sad smile, and she nodded, her hand brushing against the cheek of the youngest of her children.

"Thank you, my children," Mother said, her voice barely above a whisper, before she lay back against the bed of furs and fell asleep. 

Years passed, Ser Fluffy waited a few moons before he started copulating with Mother again, the twins grew, and Myrcella found herself continuing to watch Mother and Ser Fluffy's couplings. It was strange, the way he was so tender with her mother, the way he touched her, the way he handled her, the way his hands ran over her skin, the way his tongue explored her body.

It was hard to keep track of specific days, but Myrcella was fairly sure she'd passed her four and tenth nameday, and she was starting to wonder when Ser Fluddy would decide that it was her turn. After the many years of watching, she found herself looking forward to it when he decided it was time. Then, finally, the day arrived.

Myrcella awoke, groggy and disoriented, a hand under her shoulders and another under her knees. Ser Fluffy was carrying her, with a great deal of gentleness. More than she was expecting. Her mind was still foggy from sleep, and her vision was blurred, her thoughts muddled.

Ser Fluffy lay her on his bed of furs, his massive form looming over her, his large hands running over her skin. She shuddered, her body shaking, his touch sending a thrill through her, his claws tickling her flesh. The fur clothes she wore were removed, and she felt a large, broad tongue slide across her stomach. She let out a gasp, her body shaking, her eyes wide, her legs shaking.

Ser Fluffy's tongue slid up her body, her developing breasts jiggling with each stroke. She bit her lip, her toes curling, her heart pounding, her legs shaking. A rush of heat shot through her, and she let out a moan, her back arching, her chest thrust forward. Ser Fluffy's tongue swirled around her nipples, the tip flicking over the sensitive nubs.

His claws trailed down her stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her legs shook, and her breath caught in her throat, a shudder running through her.

He was gentle, but insistent, his claws brushing against her skin, his tongue sliding up her neck, the tip tickling her ear. She couldn't resist a small giggle at the sensation, before his gaze turned to her face. He was staring at her, his gaze intense, and she swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

He leaned down, his tongue sliding over her lips, and she opened her mouth, allowing him to slip the long, thick, slippery muscle inside in something resembling a kiss. She let out a gasp, her eyes widening, her heart racing. She felt his claw run along her inner thigh, and she gasped, her body tensing, her eyes squeezing shut.

His tongue slid out of her mouth, and trailed along her jaw, down her neck, his claws gently brushing against her skin. Her breath caught in her throat, her pulse pounding, the anticipation and excitement as he lowered himself to put his face between her legs almost more than she could bear. Myrcella bit on her lower lip as his tongue brushed against her slit, the tip teasing her lips apart. She felt a surge of heat shoot through her, her heart racing, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

His tongue probed at her opening, sliding between her folds, before it slipped inside. Myrcella's breath caught in her throat, her back arching, her toes curling, a shiver running down her spine. Her body tensed, and she let out a groan, her hands reaching for the furs beneath her, her nails digging into the soft, warm material.

His tongue slid out, before plunging back in, his claws gently brushing against her inner thighs, his tongue writhing and coiling inside her. She felt her juices flow, coating his tongue, and his claws tickled her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, her back arching, her breath catching in her throat. His tongue curled, writhing and twitching, his claws tickling her skin, his tongue exploring her, his claws gently tracing patterns on her skin.

"Oh, oh, please," Myrcella gasped, her breath catching in her throat, her body trembling. She felt his claws trace along her inner thigh, and his tongue slid out, before plunging back inside her. 

She let out a groan, her back arching, her breasts jiggling, her juices flowing, coating his tongue. It felt better than anything she'd ever experienced in her life! She couldn't think, her mind clouded, her senses overwhelmed.

He drew his tongue out, and then plunged back in, his tongue curling, twisting and writhing inside her. He repeated the process, again and again, her juices coating his tongue, his claws tickling her skin, brushing against her thighs, until, after what felt like no time at all, she came, her body shaking, her juices flowing, her muscles clenching, her body convulsing.

She slumped back against the furs, her heart pounding, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her mind foggy, her breath ragged. Ser Fluffy's tongue slipped out of her, and he pulled his head away, his gaze meeting hers, his eyes dark and intense. He crawled up her body, his massive frame looming over her, his cock hard and erect, the tip glistening with his precum. She tried to sit up, to touch his cock, but she was still drained from the climax she'd just experienced.

Ser Fluffy seemed to know, as he gently nudged Myrcella to one side and sat down on the furs, maneuvering her so she lay on her belly between his legs, her face level with his cock. Myrcella could feel her heartbeat quickening as she stared at his member. It looked bigger, this close, bigger than it had looked when she'd spied on him and Mother.

She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, her breath catching in her throat.

He reached down, his claws running through her hair, his eyes boring into hers, before he leaned forward, pressing the tip of his cock against her lips.

She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, her breath catching in her throat. She felt her pulse racing, her body trembling, her hands shaking, her mouth opening, her lips parting, her tongue darting out, her taste buds tingling.

His cock tasted... strange, his pre-cum a sweet, musky flavor, his shaft a slightly bitter, earthy flavor. She found herself savoring the taste, her tongue dancing over his cock, exploring the texture of his member. She'd seen enough in the baths at the Red Keep to know that it wasn't shaped like a normal man's, but rather, was shaped more like a dog's, with a flared tip, ridges lining the shaft, and a large knot at the base. She licked his shaft, her tongue running along the ridges, his precum leaking onto her tongue, her eyes drifting closed.

He growled, a low, rumbling sound, and she felt a rush of heat shoot through her, her body trembling, her nipples hardening, her pussy aching. She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his, his eyes dark and intense. She took his tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his head, her lips closing around his shaft. She started bobbing her head, his shaft slick with her saliva, her breasts swaying, her ass clenching. He grabbed the back of her head, his claws gently running through her hair, his grip tightening. She could feel him pulling her head down, her lips stretched around his cock, her hands gripping the furs.

She let out a groan, enjoying the feeling of power he had over her, the feeling of him in control. She bobbed her head faster, savoring the taste and sensation of him in her mouth. His cock pulsed, and he let out a deep growl, his grip tightening, his claws digging into her scalp. She could feel his member pulsing, as he pushed her head further down, the end of his cock hitting the back of her throat and making Myrcella gag. She gagged again, his tip sliding deeper into her throat, his claws digging into her scalp, his other hand gripping the back of her head.

Myrcella moaned, her hands gripping the furs as Ser Fluffy's cock pulsed in her throat. Taking a deep breath to brace herself, Myrcella forced her head down, taking more of his cock into her mouth and throat. She had to stop before her lips could touch his knot, despite her best efforts, but as she pushed herself to the limit, he growled and came.

Her eyes widened, his cock throbbing in her throat, spurts of cum shooting straight to her belly. His cock pulsed again and again, filling her belly with his seed. His seed was sweet, like honey, his shaft pulsing. She gagged, the sheer amount more than she could keep up with. But despite that, her stomach felt warm and full, his seed spilling out the sides of her mouth, dripping onto the furs. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, her pussy aching, her nipples hard.

Suddenly, Ser Fluffy released her head, his member slipping from her mouth. She coughed, his seed leaking from her mouth, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"More," she said, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Please..."

He didn't say anything, merely picking her up and positioning her as he desired her. He was kneeling on the furs, and Myrcella found herself facing away from him, his cock pressed against her stomach. He pushed her forward, and she let out a gasp as her breasts touched the ground, her ass sticking up in the air, her pussy exposed to him. She bit her lip, her heart racing, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling.

She felt his cock slide between her thighs, the tip pressing against her lips, before he plunged inside her. Something tore, a sharp, stabbing pain as he spread her open. She cried out, her body tensing, tears stinging her eyes. It hurt, more than the time she'd fallen from a tree, more than the time she'd twisted her ankle playing tag, more than anything she'd ever experienced.

But, slowly, the pain subsided, replaced by an ache, a heat, a pleasure she'd never experienced before.

She let out a whimper, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around his member. He was gentle, his movements slow, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. He wasn't rough, not like he'd been with Mother, and the pain she'd felt quickly faded, replaced by a pleasure she'd never imagined.

"Please, please," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "More... more..."

His claws dug into her hips, his grip tightening, his movements increasing. She felt her pussy stretch, his member sliding deeper inside her, his knot grinding against her entrance. She bit her lip, her eyes drifting closed as she let the feeling of being made a woman wash over her.

He kept going, his movements growing faster, harder, his grip tightening. The pleasure built, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, his knot grinding against her, the pleasure building, her muscles tensing, her back arching, her breasts swaying. She let out a moan, her pussy clenching around his member. He gave her a few more thrusts, before he growled, his knot spreading her lips apart, the sensation sending a thrill through her.

She'd almost swear that she heard a pop as his knot finally slipped inside her, and Myrcella gave a deep, satisfied groan that was very much unlady-like. At this moment, she couldn't find it in herself to care.

The knot inside her kept them locked together, and Ser Fluffy's claws ran over her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps. She couldn't think, her mind clouded, her thoughts muddled. She felt his hands, his claws, trailing down her back, his touch gentle. She moaned, her back arching, her pussy clenching around his cock as he spilled his seed for a second time in her.

He filled her up, his seed spilling out the sides of her slit, coating her thighs, dripping onto the furs beneath them. She panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, his cock pulsing inside her, his knot still stretched her lips. She let out a sigh, her body relaxing, her limbs shaking. He lay on his side, his chest against her back, his arms wrapping around her, his hands resting on her breasts, his cock still inside her.

They remained like that for some time, their bodies pressed together, his knot keeping them locked, his member inside her. Eventually, his knot subsided, and he slipped out of her. A small gush of his seed spilling from her slit, and her juices leaking out of her.

Her eyes drifted closed, her breath catching in her throat, her heart racing, her chest rising and falling. She sighed, a shiver running through her, her pussy still clenching, her juices dripping from her. He lay next to her, his arms wrapped around her, his cock against her hip. Myrcella didn't know if he planned on taking her butt like she'd seen him and Mother do, but for now, she was too tired to stay awake.