It was a cold northern morning when the raven arrived with the message. Robb Stark, King in the North, read the letter with a furrowed brow. His men were tired from years of fighting. An arrangement had been made - his hand in marriage, to the daughter of the Usurper, Myrcella Baratheon. It was a chance for peace, though Robb had his doubts.
"What do you think?" he asked his mother Catelyn. "Can we trust the Lannisters?"
"It may be our only choice," she replied grimly. And so it was decided - Robb would travel to King's Landing to meet his bride-to-be and finalize the betrothal.
When Robb arrived in the capital, he was taken aback by Myrcella's beauty. Though only a girl of 16, she had blossomed into a lovely young woman. Her green eyes and golden hair shone bright against her Lannister crimson dress. Yet her smile seemed kind.
"Welcome, King Robb," she said sweetly, curtsying before him. "I hope our union can bring an end to this war."
Robb bowed in return. "As do I, Lady Myrcella. Shall we take a walk in the gardens to discuss the terms?"
Myrcella looped her arm in his as they strolled. "I know my family has caused you pain," she said softly. "But I mean you no harm. All I wish is peace for the realm."
Her gentle words surprised him. Perhaps this match had promise after all. Over the coming days, Robb found himself growing fond of his bride. Her wisdom and grace far exceeded her years. At the feast celebrating their betrothal, he pulled her into a private alcove.
"I must admit, I had my doubts about this arrangement," he said. "But you have eased my mind, Myrcella. I believe we can make this work, for the sake of the North and the South."
Myrcella smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed. "As do I, Robb. In time, I hope we can find not just an alliance, but love." She leaned in and kissed him then, a chaste but lingering kiss that left Robb wanting more.
All too soon, it was time for Robb to return north. But he rode with a lighter heart, looking forward to the day he would see his bride again. With Myrcella by his side, it seemed peace had a chance after all. The war may be over, and a new era could begin for Westeros, built on understanding rather than violence.
Weeks passed and soon it was time for the grand event. Myrcella had never been more nervous as she prepared, her handmaids lacing her into the tight white wedding dress. But she steeled her resolve, reminding herself this match could help end the war once and for all.
Meanwhile, Robb was a flurry of activity in the North, overseeing the final preparations. The Great Hall of Winterfell had been decorated with hundreds of candles, the icy walls aglow. A lavish feast was prepared, with enough food and drink to feed all in attendance.
The moment finally arrived. Myrcella emerged from the carriage, escorted by her uncle Tyrion to the Godswood where Robb awaited. His breath caught at the sight of her - ethereal in golden and red silk and Myrish lace, a maidenfit crown of Day's Eyes upon her golden curls. She blushed deeply under his intense gaze. As they said their vows before the heart tree, Robb could not help but feel something stir inside, beyond duty. Taking Myrcella's soft hands in his calloused ones, he spoke the words that would bind them as one. "With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my wife and queen, now and forever."
Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. Myrcella melted into him, the cheers of their guests fading away as passion overtook them both. For a blissful moment, all was right in their world.
The feast that followed was a grand affair. Myrcella was seated at Robb's right hand, watching with fascination as the Northerners gorged themselves on meat and mead. Her delicate sips of wine were no match for their thirst. As the guests began leaving the feast, Robb took Myrcella's hand and led her down the long corridor to their bedchambers. Her heart was racing with anticipation and nerves.
When they entered the room, Robb shut and barred the heavy oak door behind them. He turned to Myrcella with a gentle smile. "There's no need to be afraid, my love. I just want to give you pleasure."
Myrcella's breathing quickened as Robb's rough hands made slow work of the laces down her back. When the gown finally slipped from her body, she covered her breasts nervously. But Robb gently pulled her hands away. "Don't hide from me, wife. There's naught I haven't seen before." His eyes roamed her nude form hungrily. Myrcella stood tall under his gaze, her nipples hardening.
Robb brushed his thumbs across them, eliciting a soft gasp. "So responsive already," he grinned. "I look forward to learning all your secrets." Myrcella shivered as his hot mouth closed over one taut peak, his beard tickling her sensitive skin.
Her knees grew weak, but Robb held her up firmly, devouring her chest with licks and nips. When he moved to the other breast, Myrcella cried out and clutched at his broad shoulders. Never had she felt such exquisite torture. Robb released her nipple with a wet pop, gazing down at her flushed face and heaving breasts. "You are a vision, my queen," he said huskily before claiming her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. His lips ravaged hers in a hungry kiss, Myrcella arched her back, pressing her breasts into his muscular chest. Her nipples were painfully hard, aching for more of his skilled mouth.
Robb broke the kiss, trailing his lips along her jaw. "I want to taste all of you," he growled in her ear before biting her neck. Myrcella whimpered, grinding her hips against his stiff cock in response. He kissed his way down her throat, lingering to suck dark marks into her alabaster skin. When he reached her chest, Robb wasted no time taking a pebbled nipple between his lips again. Myrcella cried out, clutching his hair as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud.
"Please...don't stop," she begged breathlessly. Robb grinned, continuing to worship her breasts with licks and nips. His beard sent sparks of pleasure through her veins. By the time he moved lower, Myrcella was a writhing, wanton mess.
Robb paused, his hot breath ghosting over her bare sex. "Tell me what you need, wife. I'm here to serve you." Myrcella knew there would be no relief until she said the words.
"I...I need you to touch me," she pleaded, parting her thighs in invitation. Robb groaned approvingly at the glistening sight before delving in to taste his queen. Robb feasted his eyes on Myrcella's pink folds, glistening with her desire. "So wet already, and I've barely touched you," he mused. Before she could reply, he dragged his tongue through her slit, eliciting a cry.
"Gods, you taste divine." Robb lapped at her juices hungrily as Myrcella writhed beneath him. When he circled her sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue, she clutched the furs, back arching off the bed.
"Please don't stop!" she begged as electric shocks of pleasure shot through her core. Robb grinned against her sex, flicking his tongue faster over the little bud. Myrcella was lost in sensation, moaning and gasping his name.
Two fingers gently thrust into her tight sheath earned a louder moan. Robb pumped them in and out, curling to rub that sweet spot within. "Come for me, wife. I want to feel you clench around my fingers."
It only took a few more strokes of his tongue before Myrcella threw her head back with a cry, walls convulsing as waves of bliss crashed over her. Robb lapped up her release, continuing to stroke her through the aftershocks.
Myrcella lay panting, coming down from her powerful release. Robb kissed along her neck and murmured in her ear, "I have one last gift for you, wife."
He stood to undress, and Myrcella's eyes widened at the sight before her. Robb's cock stood proudly erect, thick and long with a flushed purple head. She couldn't imagine how it might fit.
"Don't fret, my love. I'll be gentle," Robb soothed, seeing the apprehension on her face. He lay beside her and took her hand, wrapping it around his length. "Touch me."
Myrcella hesitantly stroked him, marvelling at the silky skin pulled taut over hardened flesh. Robb groaned, thrusting into her fist. "Just like that, sweet girl. Learn what pleases me."
Soon he could take no more of her innocent touches. Robb guided Myrcella onto her back and positioned himself at her dripping entrance. "Look at me," he commanded gently.
She met his eyes as he slowly pressed inside, stretching her impossibly wide. As Robb slowly sheathed himself in Myrcella's tight heat, she gasped at the fullness. It was almost too much to take, yet the pleasure was mounting through the discomfort.
Robb kissed her deeply, a hand tangled in her hair. "Breathe, my love. You're doing so well," he murmured against her lips. He remained still, letting her delicate body adjust to his size.
Myrcella's breaths came in pants, her fingernails digging into Robb's back. He didn't mind the slight pain, intent only on her satisfaction. When the tension began to leave her face, Robb pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in. Myrcella moaned into his mouth, the pain ebbing away under his ministrations. Robb continued to kiss her softly as he started a slow rhythm, relishing the feeling of her silken walls clutching his cock.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked gently, brushing her hair from her sweaty forehead. Myrcella shook her head, beginning to rock her hips in counterpoint to meet his steady strokes. As Robb began thrusting in earnest, Myrcella could feel every thick inch of him stretching her impossibly full. She was split completely in two by his girth, yet the ache was fading to something deeper.
"You feel so good, wrapped tight around me," Robb grunted, pistoning his hips. Myrcella cried out, the slap of their flesh mingling with her wanton moans. She met him stroke for stroke now, desire overriding any lingering pain.
Robb reached between them to rub her swollen nub, circling it in time with his deep plunges. "Come for me again, wife. I want to feel you." Myrcella writhed beneath Robb as his thick fingers circled her swollen clit. Each brush sent sparks of ecstasy through her, combining deliciously with the deep strokes of his cock.
"Please, I'm so close," she begged, nails raking down his back. Robb grinned hungrily, rubbing her faster.
"Let go for me, wife. I want to feel you fall apart." His words, combined with a particularly firm rub, pushed Myrcella over the edge. She threw her head back with a guttural cry as tension coiled impossibly tight before exploding through her. Waves of bliss pulsed from her core as her walls clenched Robb in a vice grip. As Robb continued pounding relentlessly into her, Myrcella felt the tension building to unbearable heights. His cock was hitting that spot deep within with each powerful thrust, pushing her closer to the edge.
"Robb...I'm so close," she gasped, nails raking down his muscular back. He grunted, thrusting into her even more passionately in response.
"Let go for me, wife. I want to feel you milk my cock dry," Robb growled in her ear. The vulgar words, combined with a particularly deep plunge, sent Myrcella toppling over the precipice. She threw her head back with a guttural scream as waves of piercing pleasure pulsed through her core. Her cunt spasmed frantically around Robb's thick length as her orgasm ripped through her.
Robb cursed at the exquisite feeling of her walls clenching him in a vice grip. A few more hard strokes and he joined her, burying himself to the hilt as his seed pumped hotly into her quivering sex. As Myrcella's pussy gripped him in powerful spasms, Robb growled out a string of curses. The exquisite feeling of her orgasm milking his cock pushed him to the brink.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted through clenched teeth. A few more deep strokes and his own release crashed over him. Robb pushed into her clenching cunt with passionate thrusts as rope after rope of hot seed erupted from him. Myrcella cried out at the intense fullness, feeling him pulse and twitch inside her.
When he finally stilled, Robb was panting heavily with the aftershocks still wracking his body. His cock remained buried to the hilt, twitching occasionally as it emptied the last of his load. As Myrcella squirmed beneath him, oversensitive flesh throbbing, Robb kissed her sweat-slicked temple tenderly.
"Shh, sweet girl. Just breathe," he murmured against her skin. His cock was still fully seated inside her, twitching out the last spurts of seed. Myrcella whimpered softly, clutching Robb's muscled shoulders. Her cunt felt impossibly full and sore but so satiated. He kissed along her jaw soothingly until she relaxed against him.
"There now, was it too much for you?" Robb asked gently, brushing damp locks from her forehead. Myrcella shook her head weakly, biting her kiss-swollen lip.
"N-no, I just need a moment," she admitted shyly. Robb smiled, caressing her flushed cheek. His softening length remained nestled inside her throbbing heat, letting the aftershocks ebb away naturally.
Myrcella lay limply in Robb's arms, oversensitive flesh throbbing dully. When he finally softened and slipped from her aching cunt, she winced at the soreness. Robb pulled some furs over their sweat-slicked bodies, tucking them snugly around his bride. "Rest now, wife. You took my seed so sweetly," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Myrcella blushed furiously at his words, but sighed contentedly as Robb gathered her closer to his warm chest. His musky scent and the steady thump of his heart soothed her satiated body. Though still sore, a pleasant lethargy was spreading through her limbs. Myrcella turned her face into Robb's neck, pressing a shy kiss to his flushed skin. His calloused hands stroked soothingly along her back and curves.
"Thank you, my lord, for showing me such pleasure on our wedding night," she whispered, cheeks aflame. Robb chuckled deeply, the rumble vibrating through her.
"The pleasure was all mine, my queen. Sleep now, and I'll be here when you wake." Lulled by his steady breathing and embrace, Myrcella drifted off with a sated smile, ready to learn more of love's delights in the morning.