GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag 18 - Folly On The Ship: Sansa's Commitment

The voyage to Braavos was going to take 3 to 4 days if the wind blessed them. Those few days Robert planned to keep an eye on Sansa and Myrcella and find out what was going on with their minds. Why were they sinfully exploring each other at an age where handsome men should be their goals?

To his joy, the girls barely did anything inappropriate. They didn't even sit close to each other during the dinner that night, rather choosing to sit beside him on each of his sides. When the night approached on the sea, he purposefully prepared their bedding distant from each other. 

He took the main bed in the middle as it was made to his size, on the right was Sansa, and on the left was Myrcella, a good respectful distance away. He'd have merrily given them the other large quarter, or the smaller rooms, but he truly didn't trust the girls, let alone the horny sailors on the ship.  

On the first night, he barely slept and kept an eye on the girls in case one of them tried to sneak into the other's bed. And thankfully, the girls didn't seem interested in doing anything. In a matter of moments, they fell asleep. 

Eventually, Robert also drifted into sleep. 

When morning came and the sway of the ship woke him up, he checked Sansa and Myrcella first thing and relaxed when the girls were still in their beds. 

Feeling calm and collected, he quickly washed his face, donned his regular clothes, and left the room, giving the girls enough privacy to clean up and get dressed for the day's mundane activities. 

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"Sansa, wake up!" Myrcella called softly but urgently, noticing Robert slipping away. She slipped out of bed and hurried to her friend's side. "We need to prepare for tonight."

With groggy eyes, Sansa woke up. Falling asleep wasn't easy for her as the constant thought of what she was supposed to do with Robert soon made her feel nervous. 

"What's the plan?" She asked, uncertain about it all. 

Their different attitudes were a mere reflection of their upbringing. Sansa, albeit being a nobleman's daughter, was raised to be timid, feminine, and submissive. Meanwhile, Myrcella was a royal princess raised to be proud of herself, and her beauty while maintaining her femininity. 

Myrcella smiled softly and pulled a small glass jar from her luggage. “We must rid ourselves of the bedding, and what better way than bedbugs? I brought these from King’s Landing. The men can lay the bedding out to sun-dry, and—oh dear—into the sea it might tumble.”

Sansa gulped and glanced at the King's bed in the middle. It was large, custom-built for Robert's mighty frame. Imagining herself sleeping beside him left her blushing. 

"Let's do it."

The girls quickly sprinkled the bedbugs on their bedding. Then, they pinched themselves across their arms and necks to make a few red spots. 

Finally, they washed their faces, dressed up in pretty, feminine gowns, and left the private quarters to watch the sea outside. 

Of course, the girls purposefully found Robert sitting at the top deck with Ser Barristan, discussing some matters. 

"My ladies." Ser Barristan stood up in respect and greeted them. "I hope you’ve rested well. It takes time to get used to the sea."

"The sea is pleasant enough, Ser Barristan, but our bedding is less so. Bedbugs, I’m afraid." Myrcella frowned and held out her arm, smooth but marred with red marks. "Sansa and I can both attest to it."

Robert rose from his chair, grumbling as he inspected Myrcella and Sansa’s arms. “Seven hells, what are the servants doing? Barristan, get the men to haul the bedding into the sun. And fetch the girls some ointment while you’re at it!”

Barristan quickly left to scold some servants. 

The two girls then accompanied the King throughout the day. There wasn't anything to do in the middle of the sea. Other than Robert's planned training with the Kingsguards, eating, and sleeping, there was nothing else. 

Normally, Sansa and Myrcella would have gotten bored beyond fix. But knowing the monumental task ahead, they couldn't help but feel excited as well as scared at the same time. They discussed the plan from morning till evening, refining every single detail. 

They had two goals that night. 

As the time for dinner arrived, Robert, Ser Barristan, and the commander of the royal fleet sat together at the table. Robert sat between Sansa and Myrcella, keeping them separated at all times as he was aware of the touching that goes around underneath the table. 

"Your Grace, let me pour you some wine." Myrcella was quick to grab the pitcher as soon as Robert's cup was empty. 

Once Robert finished that cup again, it was Sansa who offered the wine. Robert didn't refuse the girls and smilingly accepted the offering. 

The dinner went on like that and the girls fulfilled their first goal. The grand plan was for the next night, not that one. By pouring Robert wine that evening, they had set a precedent, so when they did it with a certain goal in mind, Robert wouldn't refuse. 

Eventually, when Robert and the girls changed into their sleeping clothes and entered the large quarters, they paused in front of the only bed. 

"Where are your beddings?" Robert frowned. 

Myrcella and Sansa acted similarly confused. In no time a servant was called in and interrogated. Then, a ship-wide search for the beddings was launched for an hour. In the end, it wasn't found anywhere. 

"Bring spares then," Robert ordered. 

But there weren't any spares. The Kingsguards slept on hard wooden beds, the sailors slept in hanging hammocks. Even the captain of the ship slept on hard wood with a mere bed sheet covering it. Only the King had a full-sized bed with the softest cushions. Myrcella and Sansa's beds were spare in themselves. 

"I think we can manage." Myrcella stepped forward, gathering a few pillows with care. Swiftly, she arranged three partitions on the bed and settled on the left side. "Sansa can take the right or the middle. It’s only two nights, after all."

"Y-Yes." Sansa rushed over to the right side and copied Myrcella. 

For a moment, Robert stood in silence. He felt absolute discomfort at the mere thought of sharing the same bed as the two girls. But seeing how respectfully distant they were with the pillow partition, he convinced himself to sleep. It was a matter of mere two nights, after all. 

Besides, as long as the girls remained separated, he was fine with it. 

Still, hearing their gentle breaths so close to him didn't help. Although he felt nothing towards Sansa, Myrcella was a different matter entirely. In his gaze, she was just an ordinary, beautiful girl unrelated to him at all levels.

And somewhere inside that body of his, his lust spoke to him. 

But it was all under his control. 

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Myrcella and Sansa planned big for the next day. Since the morning they nervously prepared themselves for the night activities. This was it, the final test of their resolve. 

They behaved well and kept Robert company throughout the day. As the night approached once again, Myrcella began her handiwork. Once again she poured Robert some wine. As the King's pitcher was different from the others, she was able to plan beforehand and get the King some special wine… more potent. 

Still being an unofficial princess, it was easy for her to sway the cooks. A mere request for stronger wine for the King to sleep well was instantly accepted. On top of that, she added some extra spice for the nightly activities. 

"Let me pour, Your Grace." Sansa helped in getting the King somewhat drunk. 

The entire time the two girls exchanged glances, silently deciding who should pour the wine next. It was important to empty the pitcher to leave no evidence, and they had no desire to drink it themselves. 

"You girls!" Robert bellowed, his laughter rumbling like a thunderstorm. The wine was taking hold now. "You’re good, aye—your husbands will count themselves damned lucky to have you!"

Sansa and Myrcella awkwardly laughed, feeling embarrassed by the things they had planned for that night. 

"Please, Your Grace. We're still too young for marriage," Myrcella complained with a pout. 

"Hah! Young?" Robert barked, eyeing Sansa with a smile. "Your mother was sixteen when she carried Robb, seventeen when she bore him. And you two? What—eighteen? Nineteen? By the gods, you ought to have a brood by now!"

Feeling more embarrassed by Robert's drunken words, Myrcella and Sansa tried to get him to drink more to calm him down. Eventually, the pitcher was empty and Robert was slurring his words. 

Moments later, they all retired to their bedchamber. Robert went in first and lazily changed into loose breeches and a tunic that he barely was able to tie at the front. Then, he just fell into his bed in the middle and dozed off. 

Myrcella and Sansa entered after that and changed into their white nightgowns. Nervousness mounted on their faces, but they had already committed to the plan. All they had to do was finish it now. 

"Let's wait a little," Myrcella advised and went over to rest beside Robert on his left. Though she removed the pillow partition this time. 

Sansa did the same on the right. 

They then waited for Robert to stop murmuring nonsensical words. It was hard to know what he was saying but there was a certain fondness in his voice. A smile was constantly plastered on his lips. 

Still, Sansa and Myrcella waited. They rested flat on the sides and stared at the ceiling for more than an hour. 

Eventually, as the middle of the night approached, Sansa and Myrcella sat up and looked at the man in the middle, the King of the Seven Kingdoms. His breath was audible, his gargantuan frame caving the bedding with such weight that the two girls felt pulled into him. 

"W-What now?" Sansa whispered to her friend, her face pale with fright and second thoughts. The moment of truth had finally arrived. 

Myrcella also gulped as her eyes traced Robert's body from his face to his mighty chest, his much-tamed belly, and his loins that showed intense signs of erection. How could he not after what she'd given him. 

"Sansa, d-do as we planned. This is our moment. We won’t get another." Myrcella hesitantly shifted on her knees, nearing Robert's waist. "Don't worry about anything. T-The wine he drank was stronger than usual and the aphrodisiac was enough to put a horse in heat… he's just a man… a very big… and powerful man."

With that, Myrcella carefully began untying Robert's breeches. 

"What are you doing?"

Myrcella irritably looked up at her red-haired friend. "Sansa, get it together. How are you going to take him in with the breeches on? Quick, you untie his tunic."

Myrcella breathed cautiously as she leaned closer to Robert’s groin area. Her slender fingers moved methodically, removing the breeches down his thighs. She was worried he might wake up too soon, but somehow, she couldn’t help herself. She never thought this thrilling situation would make her aroused, even more than when she was “playing around” with Sansa. 

She bit her bottom lip as she saw the magnificent creature under his smallcloth. While one set of her digits was still pushing down his breeches and smallcloth towards his knees, the other was already caressing Robert's long, girthy, erect shaft, twitching in need. Her pink loins felt hot as it started to salivate.

Myrcella held his thick hardness in her delicate hand and barely managed to circle her fingers over his girth. She gently stroked it while her face lowered down on its own, attracted by the oozing warmth of his musky, masculine scent. The feel of his hot, veiny staff in her palm stirred her up even more, wanting to taste the virility inside herself.

Myrcella leaned down and took a long whiff of his thick manhood and her eyes almost dilated, as if in great pleasure. Her raised ass swayed like a cat in heat. 

Eventually, Myrcella was able to push down the breeches entirely without waking him, leaving his lower body entirely bare. Robert’s one-eyed basilisk sprang free, eagerly standing with its throbbing veins and proud size. It slapped Myrcella square in the face. She almost moaned when she felt that warm, soft flesh rod touch her lips. Oh, how she worshiped the mere sight of it, its girth plenty enough to hide her nose and pouting lips at the same time, its length taller than her face.

Without a second thought, Myrcella gripped Robert’s cock with both hands. She slowly pulled down his foreskin, letting the purple mushroom head bloom above. Her face came even closer this time and took another strong whiff. 

"Ummm…" she hummed and then opened her mouth as wide as she could, to suckle the cockhead. 

It felt so bulbous and big that the mere cockhead threatened to rip the edges of her fine lips, filling her mouth to the brim. Her tongue struggled to dance around, its tip rimming the edge of his crown, and wiggling on his tiny slit.

"Uh…" Myrcella pulled back with a suckle, letting a massive blob of spit drip on his swollen head. Her delicate thin fingers moved urgently to coat her spit all over his cock, tracing every bump and groove with gentle strokes.

“Ghh..” Robert reacted with a grunt, a grimace forming on his face while his cock twitched and flexed.

Sansa and Myrcella quickly paused, acting like statues with their breaths intentionally slowed. Sweat rolled down their temples as they focused on Robert’s face, praying to all the gods for him not to wake up at this moment.

After a few moments, certain that Robert hadn’t woken up, the girls continued their slow and deliberate, sinful mischief. 

Sansa had finished untying Robert’s front-laced tunic. It opened up like a coat, splayed, revealing his muscular, hairy chest. She was a bit shocked by his large bear-like build, all those clothes made her think he was still overweight. Her naive mind thought he was now nearly rivaling the so-called Mountain.

"M-Myrcella! What are you doing?" Sansa whispered frantically when she turned to her friend.

"Helping you. I miscalculated, Sansa. He's far bigger than what we… you trained for. It's going to hurt, but I'll prepare him for you. Quick, discard your robes and help me here," Myrcella whispered back, her hands still stroking the royal cock.

Sansa, believing her friend's advice, did as instructed without much thought. Too scared to think for herself, she silently followed Myrcella’s lead. 

Sansa removed her white sleeping gown easily; Her slender, pale body was minute compared to Robert’s massive form. Her sylphlike waist was almost the same size as Robert’s muscular thigh. She nimbly moved towards Myrcella on her knees, without alerting Robert. Her perky breast jutted out beautifully when she felt his heat under her, already aroused by the thought of their unholy behavior; even if they were nothing compared to Myrcella’s inherited lushness.

Both girls knelt on each side of Robert's hips, leaning down towards his monster of a cock. Both girls exchanged looks silently while eyeing his straining need.

"Here, lick all of him." Myrcella pulled Robert’s foreskin down again and guided the straining shaft towards Sansa's mouth. "Quick, Sansa. There is no room for shame and shyness."

Sansa hesitantly lowered her head even more, struggling to widen her mouth to take in his cockhead. It was too damn fat, much fatter, and longer than the tool she had trained on. She felt as if her jaw was going to dislodge, the heat in her mouth felt scorching, and the mixture of Myrcella’s spit and Robert’s precum was salty on her tongue. She took breaths through her nose, intentionally relaxing her throat.

She couldn’t help but look towards Myrcella, wanting to plead with her gaze. But then she noticed what her friend was doing, and felt bolstered, losing all her shame. 

Myrcella was licking Robert's royal family jewels, and they are also large. Her palms cupped one each as she ignored the traces of his pubic hair. Her nose profusely took deep breaths, even more than Sansa's. No, Myrcella was relishing the scent of the giant of a man. 

“Ugh…” Robert grunted in his sleep, his cock twitching in Sansa’s tight mouth.

"Sansa, are you ready?" Myrcella begrudgingly stopped herself from further perversion and stepped away from Robert's large frame.

"Um-hum," Sansa replied while she licked up and down Robert’s hefty flesh sword, bobbing her head up and down. Her nimble fingers stroked and squeezed, lathering her spit all over his hard male heat.  

Myrcella got out of bed and went around, moving behind Sansa's still kneeling, crouched body, standing on the floor behind her. Myrcella caressed her hand over Sansa's velvety back, her other hand sliding over the smooth, pale ass and down the twitching slit, feeling how wet her dear friend was. 

"Just remember the practice, Sansa," she whispered coyly.

"Where are you going?" Sansa whispered back in panic. "Do—"

"No, he's going to wake up once you start it. I'm sure of it. He won't stop fucking you, that's in his blood, and quite honestly, he's in heat. He might jolt awake from the lust if he sees both of us together." Myrcella advised, her eyes longingly stuck on that immense phallus in Sansa's barely wrapped grip. "I'm not leaving. Just hiding behind the curtains."

Sansa, still a bit terrified, watched her dear friend walk around the bed and hide behind the curtains. 

"Go on." Myrcella urged from her hiding spot. "Sit on it. Remember, no matter what happens, don’t stop. Do not ask him to stop. Let him have you in any way he desires, that's what a Queen does for her King. Make this night a memorable one for him."

Hesitant and worried, Sansa frowned, but she still nodded and stood up fully on her long, milky legs; so toned and slender that compared to Robert's arms they seemed like twigs. She placed each foot to the sides of Robert’s waist and took another good look at the cock standing straight under her. 

Looking down at Robert's completely naked form, she couldn’t help but imagine how he could easily break her, how his cock would ravage her inside and ruin her completely. However, that last image actually titillated her core instead, hurling her back to that thrilling first moment when someone else’s fingers invaded her blushing petals.

Sansa shook her head and gathered her determination. She gently lowered herself, slowly bending her knees. Robert’s cock, fully erect and pointing straight up, waiting to feel her warmth. 

Sansa, still hesitating, instinctively moved her waist back and fully sat down on Robert’s thighs, right under his straining cock. Her naive face looked at the tip of his massive cock seriously, seeing that the height reached her belly button. 

She struggled to believe she could take it. 

"Do it, Sansa!" Myrcella hissed from behind the curtain.

Sansa gulped and raised herself high once more. Her knees spread utterly wide as she squatted over Robert's behemoth body. The chill in the room made her feel utterly exposed, her pink flower and drooling lower lips, sensitive to even gentle tickles. She held his cock, aligned it with her sweltering core, and slowly sat down. 

“Uhh…” A sharp breath escaped her as she strained, her lips set in a firm line. 

She felt it all, engulfing her core with agonizing, stinging ache. Her petals stretched wide like never before, her insides parted forcefully for his size. As more and more of his cock went in, spearing through without mercy, Sansa could feel her wet walls contracting, gripping, and releasing, struggling to mold to his size. 

"I–I'll be your… loving queen, Your Grace. I’ll be yours, y–you can trust me…" Sansa muttered incoherently as pleasure started to engulf her mind. Her stretched petals and the little bundle of nerves dragged over his length, the tantalizing bliss overriding the pain.

"Uugh… more wine… Wh… tight c-cunt…!" Robert's instincts spoke, his mind felt the insane tightness enshrouding his shaft. His nonsensical mumbles intensified along with the throbs and twitches of his enveloped cock. 

Scared out of her mind, Sansa gritted her teeth to stop her moans. Her hips kept moving down until she felt that dull ache, stopping Robert’s cock at the end of her cave of wonders. Sansa’s trembling thighs pivoted, moving herself up and feeling all that pleasure once again. She took him in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, letting the royal rod churn her pussy.

"Huh?" Robert's eyes suddenly shot wide open. 

Sansa froze in absolute fright. Her knees almost gave way, making her ass fall down entirely and take another inch. She wasn't prepared for it.

"Aaaah!" A moan escaped her lips. 

It was over, he saw her! 

She shivered in fright, agony, and pleasure throughout. Her body withered on him, reluctantly twitching in delight as her face flushed crimson from the thorough stuffing. She had taken all of him in, her cervix smushed against the bulbous head of his unforgiving cock.

But to Sansa's absolute confusion, the King smiled warmly and his hands reached for her. His rough, callous-filled palms spread over her shapely small breasts and glided further up to her face. 

"Oh… Oh my Ca–…" Robert mumbled, his eyes unfocused. He looked towards the shy woman, sitting on his body, her aura as ethereal as the day he took her maidenhood. "I longed for your warmth… so long… Yes… Let me make love to you… Aye, I'll make love to you like our first night!"

Right at that moment, Robert suddenly gripped Sansa's waist and pushed her down to his side. He rolled and got on top of her completely, looming over her body like a mountain hovering above a small boulder. His one hand caressed her small face, the other aimed his own straining erection at her entrance. 

Sansa bit her lips in excitement, feeling entirely welcomed by her King. She didn’t know what came over him, but she loved the way he tenderly stroked her cheek, feeling that this was how it ought to be. She wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in the moment.

Without waiting, Robert thrust in, going halfway in with a single dive. 

“Ahhh!!” Sansa cried out, screaming in pure ecstasy. Her fingers scratch his shoulders as she felt utterly split open by his weight, her legs spread wide. 

"Argh… My love… So tight, just like… Yes, yes… just like that time!"

Robert pulled his hips back and rammed in once again. This time he shoved all of his cock in with a shattering thrust. He felt her walls trying to grip and squeeze him like crazy as if trying to push the oversized guest out. He felt the throbs of her cervix, the entrance to her womb welcoming him. 

“Ahhhh! Yess… My King! Ohhh gods!!” Her moans increased, louder and louder with each thrust.

"Moan for me! Tell me… show me your love… let me feel that night once again!" Robert poured all his weight on Sansa’s body and showered kisses over her face. 

The girl nearly disappeared into the bedding, her body pressed down relentlessly. The bed creaked as she got pounded into blissful oblivion. Her moans stifled by his rough kisses, her pink-tipped breasts, gripped and fondled endlessly by his large palms.

Sansa never denied him pleasure, taking it all as her duty. No, she felt pride and love, a sense of accomplishment. She felt like a queen already. And welcomed all of Robert's desires, rough or not. 

She reciprocated Robert's kisses and sloppily kissed him back, hugging his neck. She lost herself in lust and wild desire. Her body quivered onto his cock as her pussy gripped around him, her muscles knotted up as she felt that world-shattering ecstasy. 

Sansa came with wild abandon, unable to come down from that unforgiving high that Robert gifted her. She came once, twice, thrice… losing count of how many times she came as Robert's cock scraped past every single sensitive bit of her pussy. Every wall, every nook and cranny of every bump and groove of her slick, wet heat, stretched beyond the limit. 

Robert didn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop, his cock eagerly fulfilling the need for his beloved woman. The more she moaned the more ravenous his greed, the more she came the silkier and softer her salivating pussy felt. Oh, how he missed her body, his beloved… Catelyn.

Unbeknownst to the two, drowned in their own delirium, there was another melodious moan, dripping with lust as it whispered, just a few feet away. 

Hidden behind the curtains, Myrcella had lifted her nightgown up to her glistening thighs. Her pink furnace dripping wet, raided by her own graceful fingers. 

"Aaaah… yes… My woman… I'm close!" Robert grunted in absolute beastly pleasure. "But… no more… lads… we have plenty… aye… plenty!"

Robert thrust over and over, plunging into Sansa’s depths, pushing her into oblivion. Her senses dulled from the incessant pounding, her body exhausted from orgasm after orgasm. But Robert still managed to pull out another cataclysmic response that left Sansa half-awake, tossed about like a ragdoll. 

When he felt she had lost herself completely, Robert shifted back on his knees, smiling in love as he pulled out. He stroked his still-standing cock, eagerly reaching that elusive heavenly feeling as he gazed at “Catelyn’s” quivering, exhausted body. He soared over the edge and groaned in blissful agony, releasing a burst of his thick batter over her naked, lithe body. 

Large webs of his sticky seeds spilled on Sansa’s body, painting her belly and rolling down between her legs. To Robert, it was the most beautiful sight.

"Thank you for this dream… my love… thank—uh…"

Robert instantly felt the fatigue take over, falling face-first right beside Sansa. Without a care in the world, his breathing started to steady into a deep sleep. His body was naked, and his cock was well-spent.

"Sansa?" Myrcella finally walked out from her hiding spot and quickly jumped onto the bed. "Sansa, wake up!"

She shook Sansa but the red-haired girl's eyes were shut tighter than a Septa's legs. She grabbed her face and shook harder, but other than some mumbles, Sansa didn’t react. 

Finally, Myrcella looked between Sansa's legs. She knew the northern girl was already pale beyond measure, so seeing how swollen and rosy her pussy had gotten, made her feel things. Envious things. 

"Maybe…"

Myrcella glanced at Robert's frame. She gulped and looked back at Sansa once before focusing back on the powerful man of her dreams. The man she'd so desperately wanted to touch her between her legs. Ever since she'd seen him stare at her naked body, she wanted more of his attention. 

"J-Just this once….? Forgive me, Sansa… I really want it too."