King Stag Pt. 3 (Game of Thrones) (Patreon)

Themes: Consensual, Threesome, Breeding, Anal

Word Count: 2,489

Summary: Robert has to de-escalate things between Elia and Lyanna before one of them gets hurt... only, Elia has other plans and soon the new King finds himself drawn into a... situation. This is going to be a thing, isn't it? If Elia has her way, it certainly will be...

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Robert is left more than a little blindsided by what happens next. He’s just come into the room as Elia and Lyanna hit each other, and he’s barreling forward to put himself between both women, even as he calls out to them.

But before he can get halfway across the room, Elia has completely disengaged from the Stark woman in order to intercept him, and Robert’s eyes go wide in surprise as the beautiful, more mature Dornish woman lays her lips upon his, moving up onto her tip toes to kiss him deeply and passionately. Given what they’ve been doing, Robert doesn’t resist, though to his credit, he also doesn’t take her in his arms and reciprocate, not in front of his soon to be wife.

When Elia eventually pulls back, there’s a triumphant look in her eye and Robert stares at her, stunned. Then, Lyanna is there, pushing the older woman aside and grabbing him by his shirt to drag him down to her level. She kisses him just as hard as Elia, with a level of ferociousness that the Dornish woman just couldn’t match. However, there’s an inexperience to Lyanna’s attempt at kissing that speaks to just how young the Stark girl is in comparison to her ‘rival’.

Robert finds himself reaching out to the love of his life, his beautiful she-wolf. His hands slide along her waist and cup her firm ass as he kisses her back, taking charge and pushing his tongue down her throat. Lyanna moans and melts into his grasp for a time, allowing him to teach her how to properly kiss a King. The two makeout for what feels like forever, until suddenly Robert’s pants are being pulled down and he disengages from the Stark woman to find Elia has decided to take matters into her own hands, quite literally.

As her lips suction down around his length and she strokes the bottom half of his cock, Robert’s eyes go crossed from the sheer pleasure of having Princess Elia Martell of Dorne giving him a blowjob. The more experienced woman is no slouch when it comes to cock-sucking, and when Lyanna sees what her rival is doing, she growls and reaches up to tear her clothes off, revealing her pale, curvaceous body. Specifically, her breasts.

Doing her best to one-up the kneeling Dornish woman, Lyanna grabs hold of one of Robert’s wrists and drags that hand up to her chest. Then, she goes back for another long kiss, which Robert is more than happy to return. In this moment, the Baratheon King has a Dornish Princess on her knees, sucking him off, and a Stark Lady pressed against his side, one hand on her tit and the other on her ass as he sticks his tongue down her throat.

… Robert may not really understand what’s going on, but he’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. In this moment, both of these women want him… and he would be a liar if he tried to say he didn’t want both of them. The newly crowned King continues to molest Lyanna’s beautiful body, kissing her deeply all while Elia buries her nose in his pubes and presses her lips to the base of his cock.

The Dornish woman is swallows his length down her throat like a champ, her neck flexing and spasming and clenching along his shaft. His eyelids are fluttering from the experience, the pleasure almost causing even his tree-trunk legs to nearly buckle. In the end, he’s unable to hold back for very long. His release comes fast and hard, and his seed sprays down Elia’s throat. To her credit, the dark-skinned beauty drinks every last drop of it down without spilling even a bit from her lips.

When she pulls back, Robert pulls away from Lyanna as well. He takes a step to the side from both women, and they look at him with hunger in their eyes as he looks back, his own eyes glancing between the pair. He’s going to fuck them… he’s going to fuck them both. The only question is, who does he start with? In the end, the answer is rather simple, isn’t it? Elia had just had the privilege of sucking him off… and Lyanna was flushed red with arousal, panting heavily, her full lips parted in a way that only entices him.

Elia looks on with a slight smirk and a bit of disappointment as Lyanna squeals when he grabs her up and lifts her over his shoulder. A moment later, the half-naked Stark girl is on the bed face down, her hips sliding up into the air as her knees push up underneath her almost instinctively. Robert grunts in appreciation and flips up the back of Lyanna’s dress, exposing her shapely ass and form-fitting smallclothes. Those are pulled off of her in a second, and with her moist cunt exposed to him, Robert simply can’t hold back anymore.

Kneeling behind her, the Baratheon King buries his face in Lyanna’s dripping mound, his tongue driving deep into her as he grabs hold of her ass with both hands and grips and kneads it to his heart’s content. The pale she-wolf gasps in surprise and delight, and Elia giggles as Lyanna experiences the exact same mind-blowing pleasure that she too had come to desire with all her heart from the surprisingly giving King.

As Robert eats out his bride-to-be, Elia stands and strips down to nothing, before crawling onto the bed as well. Her feminine fingers and smooth palms close around Robert’s shaft, and she strokes his half-soft member back to full length and full stiffness, even as Robert drives Lyanna towards an explosive first orgasm. By the time the pale Stark girl is cumming all over Robert’s face, her pussy juices squirting out of her and onto his cheeks and his lips, Elia has the King once more hard, his shaft throbbing and pulsating with need.

His face covered in Lyanna’s release, Robert is all smiles as he finally pulls up and properly kneels behind his bride to be. Lyanna looks back over her shoulder, her face a mask of chagrin at the fact that he’d stopped, but then she sees his massive cock being brought to bear on her from behind. He slaps his meat log down on her firm ass for a moment, rubbing his shaft between her butt cheeks… then, he pulls back and fits the thick head of his cock into the entrance of Lyanna’s cunt.

The she-wolf’s mouth opens up, but what she might say is lost forever, as Robert thrusts forward and any comprehensible words are replaced by a cry of sheer pleasure. Another orgasm hits Lyanna right on the spot, and Elia watches on with a gleeful grin on her face as the younger woman is shown the pleasures of Robert’s woman-breaking phallus. 

His cock was an instrument of mind-numbing ferocity, and though Lyanna is no more a virgin that Elia was when the Baratheon King first took HER, both of them now know the same simple truth… one did not truly get FUCKED, until they were penetrated by Robert Baratheon’s shaft. The difference between him and Rhaegar was… considerable.

As Lyanna’s mouth stays open and her eyes flutter from the sheer pleasure of Robert plowing her from behind, Elia crawls across the bed, coming to a stop before the Stark girl. Despite their earlier spat, the Dornish Princess knows one thing to be a fact. If she wants to stay in King’s Landing, if she wants to stay in the Royal Court, and more importantly if she wants to stay in Robert’s Bed, she has to stay on Lyanna’s good side.

Or, more accurately, she has to GET there in the first place, given she’s currently on the she-wolf’s shit-list. So, pushing down the urge to force Robert’s future Queen to eat her out, Elia instead goes for a… softer approach. While she probably could dominate Lyanna into licking her cunt in this moment if she decided to, it was unlikely to ingratiate her to the younger woman moving forward. This was not a girl who was inherently submissive, and after all was said and done, Lyanna would resent, more than love Elia trying to control and dominate her.

So instead, the Dornish MILF grabs Lyanna by the face, lifts her head up off the bed, and sticks her tongue right down the Stark girl’s throat. She watches as Lyanna’s grey eyes go wide in shock, but she doesn’t stop. And sure enough, the other woman is soon kissing her back, even as Robert continues to fuck the ever living shit out of her cunt. Lyanna’s entire body is jarred forward into Elia with each thrust, but the Dornish woman simply holds her steady, and continues to kiss the she-wolf for all she’s worth.

This continues for a while, Lyanna moaning her repeated orgasms out into Elia’s mouth, and Elia in turn helping those orgasms along with her hands sliding down the pale girl’s body and her lips and tongue teasing Lyanna’s mouth. In the end though, the Stark woman is tight and wet, and Elia knows from experience that Robert doesn’t last overly long inside a cunt as good as Lyanna’s is bound to be. With a growl and a shout, the Baratheon King finally cums, filling his bride to be up with a large load of his seed. His release takes a full minute, and Lyanna climaxes right alongside him as he paints her womb white.

Finally, it comes to an end and Robert pulls out, a pleased smile on his face as he gropes and kneads both of Lyanna’s ass cheeks for a long moment, simply seeming to enjoy the shapely behind in front of him. Elia pulls back and smiles as she observes Lyanna’s slack jaw and glazed over eyes. She pulls the girl away from Robert after a moment, and lays the she-wolf out at the head of the bed, bringing her to rest on a pillow. In mere moments, Lyanna is asleep and Robert is frowning, but with an understanding look in his eyes. Elia just grins, even as she looks to the King, her own naked body fully on display.

Rather than crawl to him, Elia slips onto her back and reaches down to grab her ankles as they come up. The Dornish woman displays the full range of her flexibility as she leans back and pulls her legs up behind her head, exposing her sopping wet cunt… and more importantly, her cleaned, lightly scented asshole. The King stares for a long moment at her puckered sphincter as her shapely, dusky behind spreads open in this new position… then, Robert is moving forward, his member growing hard again right there on the spot.

She’s all nice and slick thanks to her preparations, so when Robert pushes his cockhead against her back door, it slips right in, sucked and held in place by her clenching sphincter. Elia gasps happily, even as Lyanna sleeps peacefully beside the two of them. Leaning in, Robert grabs a fist full of the Dornish MILF’s dark hair, pulling her head up and kissing her deeply. Elia kisses him back, their tongues wrestling together as inch after inch of his thick prick disappears inside of her anus.

The going gets rough about halfway in though, and Elia groans into Robert’s lips as he reaches the part of her that has not yet been explored by anything before his cock. The King is not one to be denied though, and with a grunt and a growl, Robert pulls out partially, only to slam home into her all the harsher. Elia cries out this time, the sound lost as their tongues wrestle together, and Robert pulls back to do it again.

He’s fucking her now, fucking her ass. But that’s fine by her, in fact, now that she knows she’s pregnant with his child, Elia would prefer that Robert use her back door or her mouth. Rhaegar had never understood the concept of sex for fun, and he’d turned her away when she’d tried to show him Dornish delights. Their intimacy had been solely about making children, and in the end Elia felt that THAT was what had made her so weak and frail. There was no joy, no LOVE in their ‘lovemaking’. There was in this though.

At this point, Elia loved the Baratheon King more than she thought she ever would. Robert was twice, nay, ten times the man Rhaegar had been, in every possible way. She would never have guessed that a Stag could so easily surpass a Dragon, but when the Stag was a virile, strong, caring man like Robert Baratheon, and the Dragon was a weak, mentally ill, callous man like Rhaegar Targaryen… well, Elia supposed she had her answer.

Moaning now into Robert’s mouth, the Dornish woman climaxes around his cock as he continues to plunder her bowels, the man’s thrusts becoming more and more fluid as he gains the measure of her back door and begins to truly give her a deep, thorough, butt-pounding. It’s been too long since Elia took it up the ass. She’s glad to be doing so again, especially from Robert himself.

Orgasm after orgasm ripples through her body as he continues to plow her, and in the end, Elia turns out the same as her darling, pale counterpart. Robert seeds her finally, and when he pulls away she flops down beside Lyanna, cum flowing out of her the same as the pale she-wolf, just from a different hole. Looking up through glazed over eyes at the King, she can’t help but grin tiredly as she sees Robert’s own satisfied smirk. The Stag is so very proud of himself… but in the end, he has every reason to be, at least in her opinion.

She falls asleep moments later, and when she wakes up she finds herself on Lyanna’s arms, with Robert nowhere to be found. The she-wolf is just waking up as well, sun creeping in through the open window of the room. A wicked grin spreads across Elia’s face, and she leans in to kiss the pale Stark girl right on the lips. Much to her satisfaction, Lyanna responds by kissing her back, sleepily mind you, but she still does it.

And by the time the Stark girl realizes just who she’s in bed with and just who she’s kissing, Elia has two fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt expertly, an orgasm swiftly approaching for the Queen to be. Oh yes, the Dornish Princess has no intention of alienating the one woman who might ruin her time in King’s Landing. 

They might have gotten off on the right foot… but now they’re going to be the best of friends, if Elia has anything to say about it.