Warning: Blowjob and a bunch of sappy "political" crap talk ahead. In that order.
The one and only legitimate daughter of Roose Bolton, Lord of Dreadfort, goes to "consult" the King of the North. In more ways than one, of course.
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Robb's back was to me when I stepped into his tent. He had his arms braced against the council table as he leaned over it and remained that way as he tipped just his head to the side to see who it was.
"What are you doing here?" He looked back at the pieces that scattered the table. "I thought your father was sending you back to the Dreadfort."
"My father cannot and will not send me away from my Young Wolf." His body tensed when I came up behind him and wrapped my hands around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder. "Are you saying you want me gone, Stark?"
"Maybe then I could win a battle or two." He wasn't being serious, but his tone could have fooled me. "Has anybody told you how much of a distraction you are?" His hands came and unwrapped mine from around him so he could turn and face me.
"They've tried, but almost all of them became distracted." The smile finally tugged at the corners of Robb's lips as he shook his head.
"Good thing I'm not then."
"Is that a challenge?" Before he could get out an answer, I dropped to my knees. "Let's see how well you come up with battle plans now." With quick fingers, I undid his trousers before pulling them down to his knees in a swift motion, letting his côck spring free. It settled erectly against his stomach, the tip glistening under the candlelight with his cûm. The sight had my mouth almost watering, but before I could reach for him, Robb's hands stopped my own with a crisp grasp.
"This isn't a good idea. Not anymore-" I was quick to cut in.
"I hope you realize that promising yourself to a Frey girl in months time isn't going to stop me from putting your côck in my mouth now." Easily slipping my right hand out of his hold, I reached forward and got a grip around him, drawing a painful hiss from his mouth. His eyes fell close as I stroked him. The grip around my other hand loosened, allowing me to reach down and cup his balls. Letting temptation get to me, I leaned forward and licked away the single bead of moisture leaking from his crown making Robb curse under his breath.
"If someone comes in-"
"We'll have to make it fast then." I didn't wait for any approval, scooting closer to him until I could take all of him in. Angling him up to my mouth, I closed my lips around him.
A guttural sound left Robb as I grazed my teeth over the nerves webbing his shaft whilst I moved, starting first with slow torturous motions. I cherished the taste of him on my tongue as I moved back in forth, hollowing my cheeks. Robb's hand had delved into my unruly hair, gripping a handful of the brunette locks as he moved with my bobbing head. Any trace of the self-control he had earlier was lost as he fûcked my mouth.
Finally, without warning, he exploded in my mouth, throwing his head back and cursing loudly. I lifted my eyes up to watch this beautiful man come for me. Come because of me.
When the pleasure had ridden through his body, he looked down to where I was drinking all of him up like I was given a glass of expensive wine, stroking my hair in affection as he watched.
"The Frey girl will have a hard time matching up to me, I hope." I gave him a wicked grin from on my knees.
"Not just the Frey girl." He said, wiping his thumb across my chin, taking with him a drop of his cûm that I hadn't managed to catch. "Every woman in Westros is going to have a hard time."
"Such a charmer as always." I rolled my eyes as I got back to my feet, leaving Robb to pull his trousers back up. "What are you thinking?" I was looking over the council table, not being able to make sense of anything displayed.
"That if I had any sense at all, I should marry into House Bolton rather than Frey." His sincere words had me turning around to shoot him a look that downplayed what he really deserved for his incredulousness.
"Don't be silly. I was referring to your plan, Robb." I turned back around. "Your plan to take down only the most superior, wealthy, and strategic house in all of Westros."
"Are you mocking me?" Catching the last few words I had muttered underneath my breath. "You think I can't do it?" When I didn't say anything, I felt him come up beside me in a few steps. "They don't think I can do it either. Some boy from the north, seeking to avenge his father. Another boy form the north who'll leave with his tail between his legs. Works perfectly in my advantage in this war. They won't see me coming. They won't see winter coming."
"No, they won't." I admitted. "You can win battles, Robb. I know that, my father knows that, the people who call you the King of the North know that, but you can't win a war by winning battles- not in this world." I felt his gaze on me which I refused to meet. "You have to be a politician to a win war." It was silent for a while before he spoke.
"I'm not going to turn myself into a monster." His voice was low and steady. "I'd be no better than them. Maybe you're right. I may not be able to win the war as a warrior, but I don't want to. I don't want to win the War of the Five Kings. I don't want to sit on the Iron Throne. I'm not playing the game of thrones with them. All I want is to avenge my father and let the world see what the Lannisters really are when they're stripped of any superiority and wealth."
"That's a boy's dream." The anger flickered in his eyes when I threw away everything he had just said. "That's what you are, Robb. A boy. A boy in a man's world. They don't care about you. They don't care that you want to avenge your father-"
"Get out." He stopped me, looking away from me. "You don't understand."
"Robb, I-"
"Get out. Please. I need to be alone."
"Kill the boy." I was able to tell him right before I slipped out into the cold. "Kill the boy before someone does for you."
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If only she knew who would end up killing the boy.
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