Then she dared to step in front of Robert and slowly sank to her knees. With the damp cloth in hand, she started by wiping the sweat and grime from his belly, her touch firm yet teasing. But she didn't stop there.
Her strokes drifted lower, slowly, intentionally, until she was trailing the cloth over the thick root of his manhood, feigning innocence as she pressed just a little too firmly.
The reaction was instant. His cock twitched, stiffening under her touch, growing heavier, thicker; until it stood at full prowess, impossible to ignore.
"See… I'm sure you won't mind if we… earned our stay."
Rhaea let the damp cloth slip from her fingers, discarding it entirely. There was no need for pretense anymore. Her delicate, pale hand wrapped around the thick base of his cock, her slim fingers struggling to fully enclose it. Now that she knew he was a King, it all made sense; such a size was worthy of a crown.
Her blue eyes flicked up to meet his as her grip tightened, feeling the warmth of his sensitive skin in her palm. She stroked his length in slow, deliberate motions. His cock twitched under her touch, thick veins pulsing beneath her fingers, swelling with heat and blood.
Then the silver-haired temptress kissed dangerously close to his groin, her lips barely grazing the base of his cock. She gulped deeply, savoring the scent of him, the raw, masculine musk of sweat and battle. Her tongue flicked out, tracing along the underside of his shaft in a slow, teasing glide.
Then, finally, she parted her lips and took his swollen crown into her mouth. A king's cock, she thought.
Robert gulped and watched her beautiful face bob on his cock. It felt strange but also needy. It had been days since he last bedded someone. At least Rhaea, he felt, was comfortable with it.
Still, as intoxicating as it was, something caught his attention.
Missandei stood frozen at his side, her golden eyes locked onto the scene in front of her. Her full lips parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with each uneven breath. Yet, hesitation lingered.
Robert reached out, wrapping a thick arm around her slim waist and pulling her flush against his side. The soft press of her body against his felt like flames licking his side. She smelled faintly of clean linen and something sweet; honeyed figs, perhaps. Her long, wavy hair framed her delicate face, making her look almost ethereal in the dim candlelight.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked her, and Rhaea indirectly. "I… I hoped to give you respectful lives. You don't need to sell your body to anyone."
Rhaea's throat clenched around his cock, her lips stretched wide as she forced more of his girth down. The wet, sloppy noises of her efforts filled the cabin, each gag sending a shudder down Robert's spine.
Then she pulled up with a gasp.
"N-No… Your Grace," she choked out, licking her lips. "Do you think we can live in the Red Keep without a cock? Just waiting for some man to fancy us while we grow cold and untouched?"
She traced a teasing finger along his throbbing length, feeling the heat of it against her skin. "We need this… as much as… you… need us."
Before he could respond, she dove back down, her mouth sealing around his crown, her tongue swirling as she sucked him deeper, harder, desperate to prove her point.
Robert exhaled sharply, his free hand sinking into Rhaea's silky hair, holding her in place as she suckled his cock. Then his gaze drifted to Missandei.
Out of the two, she was the one he had a soft spot for. He had plucked her from Meereen, from Daenerys' service. He wanted her to live a better life, to know freedom… yet here she was, standing beside him, watching Rhaea hungrily devour his cock.
"That's right, Your Grace," Missandei murmured.
Robert barely had time to react before she reached for the straps of her dress and let the silky fabric slip down her body, pooling at her feet. His cock twitched in Rhaea's mouth at the sight. He had seen and claimed Missandei plenty of times, but she was always delicious to look at.
Those handful tits, brown tips already stiffened from arousal. That tight, sweltering heat between her legs, glistening just for him.
His large hand curled around her ass, gripping the supple flesh, kneading it as if he could never get enough. His fingers dipped lower, between her thighs, brushing against her soaked folds from behind, feeling the heat of her moistness coat his fingertips.
Missandei bit her lip, then leaned forward. The cool, damp cloth in her hands pressing against his broad, sweat-slicked chest. She wiped him down in slow, deliberate strokes, tending to him, before suddenly tilting her face up and pressing a kiss to his lips.
Robert growled into her mouth, his grip tightening on the base of her thigh as she deepened the kiss, his fingertip gliding up and down her twitching pussy lips. Her tongue flicked against his, tasting her sweet submission, mixing with the musk of sweat and battle.
His fingers kept teasing her between her legs as she cleaned, pushing deeper each time until she whimpered against his mouth.
Then, finally, Rhaea pulled off his cock, her lips puffy, her breath ragged. With one last lingering glance, she stood and stripped off her dress in one fluid motion, revealing the soft, pale curves of her body. White as fresh snow, her skin looked untouched. She climbed onto his right thigh, straddling the thick muscle, her wet slit pressing against him.
Missandei followed, taking his left thigh, joining Rhaea. Both women started grinding against him as they pressed their bodies close.
Robert hummed as their lips found his neck at the same time, hot and hungry, their tongues tracing over his skin on each side. The sensation was overwhelming; the softness of their bodies pressed against his, the pussy coating his thighs, their hands wrapping around his cock, one stroking his shaft, the other fondling his balls.
He turned his head, capturing Rhaea's lips in a rough, claiming kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her grinding turned needier. He then turned to Missandei, kissing her just as fiercely, swallowing her gasps as his fingers rolled over her stiffened nipple.
"M-Missande… Can I go first? I really… need this." Rhaea asked.
Missandei, already slick with her own arousal, glanced at Rhaea. Her silver hair was disheveled, her chest rising and falling with eagerness. She knew how badly the woman wanted this. With a soft nod, she lifted herself off Robert's thigh, stepping back to watch.
Rhaea wasted no time, she shifted her legs to straddle his full lap and gripped Robert's girthy, glistening cock and sank down onto him in one smooth motion, gasping as his size stretched her wide.
"Ummmhhh—As go-oo-hd as I remember!" She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted, as her body trembled from the sheer fullness.
Then her hips moved.
She rode him with reckless desperation, her tight pussy clenching around his cock as her curving ass bounced on his lap. Her breasts pressed against his broad chest, her hardened nipples rubbing against his sweaty skin as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
She kissed him hungrily, her lips tasting of need, of surrender, of something she could no longer fight.
But Robert wasn't content to just let her fuck herself. His massive hands grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into the supple flesh before he took full control. He lifted her up like she weighed nothing, then slammed her back down, stretching her slick, clutching pussy wider with each thrust.
"Oohhh! Yes—" Rhaea cried out as he used her like a plaything, manhandling her with ease. A life she had chosen now. She was weightless in his grip, bouncing wildly on his cock as he impaled her deeper, harder, dragging helpless moans from her throat.
Her silver hair whipped around her face, his cock spearing her depths. She clung to him, her small hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as his cock struck deep, so deep she swore she could feel him rearranging her insides.
The Naathi beauty stood beside them, watching intently, her thighs pressed together as she shamelessly touched herself. Her fingers worked between her slick folds, her breath shaky, her golden-brown skin glowing with arousal.
Robert certainly noticed.
He stilled his movements, letting Rhaea keep fucking herself on his saluting cock while his hand shot out; grabbing Missandei's wrist and yanking her closer.
Missandei gasped, stumbling into him, her damp fingers now pressed against his chest.
"You like watching, don't you?" he asked, his tone thick with amusement and lust.
Robert wasted no more time. His free hand slipped between Missandei's legs, and he plunged two thick fingers inside her wet pussy without warning.
Her knees nearly buckled.
"A-Ah—" Missandei mewled, thighs trembling as his fingers stretched her wide, curling, pressing against that perfect spot deep inside her.
For any other man, this would've been a challenge, but Robert's fingers were thick, calloused, and powerful. Two of them were enough to fill her like a lesser man's cock.
His palm pressed against her swollen clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as he worked his fingers inside her. Churning, swirling, and twisting, plucking her like a bard's harp.
Missandei's chest fell forward, her glistening swells resting against his shoulder, her soft moans mixing with Rhaea's desperate cries. The cabin was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of squelches in dripping heat, of Rhaea's soaked pussy slamming down on his cock, of breathy gasps and mewls of pleasure.
Rhaea clung to him tighter, her movements growing erratic, her body seizing up.
"My King—!" She gasped, her voice breaking as her orgasm struck like a storm. Her whole body tensed, her pussy gripping down on him in throbbing waves, her slick arousal gushing down his cock as she came.
She shuddered against him, her face buried in the nook of his shoulder, breathlessly ruined.
Slowly, she pulled away from him, wobbling as she stood, her legs weak, her thighs glistening with her sticky climax. But her gaze dropped to his still-hard, unrelenting cock, throbbing and desperate for more.
She licked her lips, then turned to Missandei. "Your turn, my Naathi sister."
Missandei hesitated only for a moment before stepping forward, but Robert had other plans. Before she could climb onto his lap, he exhaled and stood up.
"Let me straighten my back."
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