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Lyanna the Raver

Lyanna laughed as she danced, the ecstasy coursing through her veins. She must have looked insane, the way she was spinning and waving her arms above her head, swaying her hips and letting herself be free. The DJ was playing fast and intense jump up DNB and she went with the erratic rhythm of the drums.

She was soon joined by a couple who were at least five years older than herself. The tall man grinded against the woman and grabbed her by the hips and Lyanna found herself drawn to them. After a few moments dancing together, the woman gestured towards the comfortable VIP lounge. Lyanna followed her, hoping the bouncer wouldn’t ask if she was on the list. The man simply waved him off.

There were black leather sofas and mirrored glass coffee tables everywhere she looked. The music was more muted here, so they could hear themselves talk.

“What’s your name?” The woman asked with a Dornish accent. She estimated her to be in her mid-twenties and she was gorgeous. Dark and dusky brown skin, brown eyes so dark they were nearly black, lustrous ebony hair spread from her head and trailed all the way down her back and a slim and toned body.

“It’s Lyanna. Lyanna Stark.” She answered.

“Of Winterfell?” The man asked. If his partner (wife?) was gorgeous, this man was something else entirely. He towered over her and had luscious silver hair that he wore long, his fine aquiline face was handsome in a way she couldn’t quite describe. He was strangely built, for he seemed both muscular and athletic at the same time. She found herself getting lost in his purple eyes as she nodded her head.

“That’s right. My father is Rickard Stark.” She answered after a moment. She could have sworn that he was checking her out, his eyes lingered on her legs and waist before snapping to her dilated grey eyes. Lyanna felt herself blush under his intense gaze and hated herself for it.

“Rhaegar Targaryen. I hired your brother Brandon to be my bodyguard.” He answered, her mouth popped open in shock and recognition. So, this was the heir to the Targaryen media fortune? He certainly had a powerful air about him as he leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving hers. He smiled at her in an enticing way and Lyanna felt her head swim. “How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I just turned eighteen.” She replied in confusion, though she like the way he smiled at the information. What is happening here? What was going on? She wondered.

Something must have shown on her face as Elia giggled.

“Don’t worry, Lyanna. We won’t hurt you.” She told her and then leaned into whisper into her ear. “We were watching you dance. We want you to share our bed tonight. I’m Elia, by the way.”

Lyanna’s mouth popped open in surprise, and she startled, but relaxed as Elia planted a soft and gentle kiss on her cheek and squeezed her firm and plump arse through her jean shorts. Lyanna couldn’t believe this!

“Me?” She asked in dumb disbelief, turning to look Elia in the eyes as Rhaegar sat on the nearest sofa and pulled a metal box out of his pocket. He started chopping lines of a white powder into three thick lines and put it back in his suit jacket’s pocket when he was done. Then he pulled a £50 note from his wallet and rolled it into a tube. He snorted the first line up in one long sniff and relaxed back with his gaze locked on her eyes again. He gestured at the powder and smiled as he lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

“Help yourself, Lyanna. Its MDMA.” He told her and she felt herself obeying. The ecstasy pill she had taken hours earlier was wearing out and she knew a dreadful comedown was in her future. MDMA was ecstasy, to her limited knowledge, so she hoped a fresh line would send her back to the dizzying heights she had been enjoying on the dance floor.

She relaxed into the comfortable two-person sofa and leaned forward, taking Rhaegar’s note from his offered hand. She snorted the next line up in two separate goes. She couldn’t handle it in one. Rhaegar smiled from beside her and leaned his arm around the back of the sofa. Lyanna felt herself shiver and she longed for the handsome man to place it around her shoulders. She longed for him to just touch her.

Lyanna leaned back and was surprised by the speed and potency of her come up. She writhed in pleasure as the chemical spread through her blood stream and reached her brain. It felt so good, and she relaxed even further, the back of her head resting on his thickly muscled forearm.

Elia sat in Rhaegar’s lap and leaned forward for her own line. She snorted and knocked her head back and sighed in pleasure. Then she placed her hand on Lyanna’s knee and squeezed gently.

“Well, Lyanna? You understand what’s happening here now? We want you. We’ve been searching for the right person all night, then he noticed you.” Elia asked her in her strange Dornish accent. “He’s always had a thing for fishnets.”

Lyanna giggled and nodded her assent.

“I’m interested. Would I be with both of you?” She asked and smiled when Rhaegar nodded his head as he took another drag on his cigarette. That reminded Lyanna of the spliffs she had hidden in her tobacco tin, and she reached into her handbag for it, quickly opening it and selecting the fattest joint she saw. Rhaegar leaned over to light it for her, and she sighed as she inhaled the sweet smoke.

She blew the smoke out in a long exhalation and placed her hand on Elia’s and squeezed. Elia smiled and turned to look at Rhaegar.

“Shall we go?” She asked as she stood and pulled Lyanna to her feet. Rhaegar pulled his phone out to order an Uber and then stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray on the glass coffee table.

“Finally.” He said shortly and led them from the warehouse.

The short trip to their apartment complex felt like it took forever, and Lyanna cursed the careful Uber driver. He could at least have had the decency to break the law! She was in a hurry now; she wanted Rhaegar and was intrigued by the idea of fucking another woman.

Elia backed her into the cold metal wall and kissed her deeply in the elevator, her tongue flicking out to meet hers and Lyanna sighed into her mouth. Elia was a gentle kisser, soft and sweet. When she had moved her hand into her jean shorts, she felt her heartbeat quicken, then she had groaned as Elia parted her labia with her fingers and crooked a finger to curl inside her. Elia’s hand had left her then, and she offered the finger to Rhaegar. He sucked it into his mouth with his eyes locked on hers. Lyanna had never seen anything so erotic.

The keycard opened the door and Lyanna sucked in a deep breath as Elia led her through the door by her hand. The apartment was huge, cavernous really. The décor was dark but looked expensive. A luxurious sofa took up space in the centre of the room, facing the window. She looked out over the skyscrapers of King’s Landing and sighed. Sure, the Starks had money and a noble bloodline, but this? This was true wealth.

She approached Rhaegar, but he shook his head and gestured at Elia. Then he took a seat by the window in a huge armchair.

“My wife goes first. She called dibs.” He told her and Lyanna was only mildly disappointed as she followed Elia over to the bed. The room was even larger than she had first thought, and a massive king-sized bed dominated the far wall.

Music started to play, and Lyanna recognised the music. It was one of her favourite producers of liquid drum and bass, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember his name. Then her mind went blank as Elia stripped out of the short orange dress she had been wearing and kicked her high heels into a corner of the room, revealing an exquisitely toned belly and large pert breasts hidden by a white lacy bra. A white garter belt, white Lyseni knickers and a pair of white stockings completed the look. She looked amazing.

“You’re so beautiful.” She told her and Elia smiled as she stalked back over to her. Lyanna felt like a child next to her, even as Elia pressed her lips to hers again. Lyanna drank the sensation of the kiss in like a starving woman and roved her hands over Elia’s toned stomach, reaching up to cup her breasts in her hands. Elia reached behind her to undo the bra and let it fall to the floor. Dark brown nipples pointed up proudly on her peaks and she longed to take them into her mouth. Elia reached a hand up to pinch at a nipple and stood taller.

“Kiss them, Lyanna. Suck them. Do as you will. Just fucking touch me already!” Elia demanded and Lyanna rushed to obey. Her mouth enclosed around her left nipple, and she sucked gently, then harder when Elia held her head in place. Her tongue lapped out to lick at it and Elia groaned at the contact.

Lyanna kissed her way across to the other breast, kissing the mound and sucking as much of the supple flesh into her mouth as she could. She bought her hand up to pinch the nipple lightly, then she was suddenly crashing to the bed and Elia was looming over her, her black hair tickling her nose and cheeks. Lyanna ran a hand through it and marvelled at the silky softness of it.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Lyanna.” Elia told her in a commanding tone and Lyanna sat up to pull her Have Heart t-shirt over her head. She threw it over to Elia’s dress and leaned upwards to pull her jean shorts down her legs.

“Lya. My friends call me Lya.” She told her and Elia smiled. Then she ran her hand down her body to dip back into her sopping wet thong. She pinched lightly at her clit and Lyanna sighed in pleasure. She leaned up again and pulled her thong down, which soon joined her shorts and t-shirt, forgotten in the corner.

“Lya. I like that.” Elia told her before her mouth curved into a wicked grin. Elia slid a finger inside her and kissed her deeply again, licking her lips and stroking her tongue against her own. “You’re going to scream my name, soon.”

Lyanna groaned into her mouth as her mind was afire with pleasurable sensations. She kept her grey eyes locked on the beautiful woman’s and was soon panting as Elia added a second finger, crooking it with its partner and searching for something inside her.

Lyanna shuddered as she came, her pussy clenching around the older woman’s fingers and squeezing them, trying to force the intrusion out. Her mind was blank as waves of pleasure radiated from her cunt. She screamed her name against her lips.

“Elia!” She moaned and panted, but still she was twisting her fingers inside her, crooking and fidgeting. Another orgasm swiftly approached, and Lyanna couldn’t believe it. If this was what women could do to her, why had she been wasting her time with boys? Sure, nothing beat the feeling of a hard cock plundering her pussy, but this pleasure was on another level than anything she had experienced in her seventeen years.

Not even she could make herself come like that.

Finally, Elia’s fingers left her with a wet squelch, and Lyanna had a moment to breathe. Elia pressed her body weight into her as she relaxed and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

“First time with a woman?” She mock whispered and Lyanna nodded her head to answer, even as Elia captured her lips in another searing kiss. “Well, you’d best discover a taste for pussy. I want to scream your name like you did mine. Then I’ll think about introducing my husband into this.”

Said husband was still sitting on the armchair by the window. He was shrouded in shadow and his dark-grey suit didn’t help matters in the dimly lit room. She could see that he was fondling himself though, his gaze locked on the two of them on the bed. But she couldn’t see his features.

“I’ll get involved when I’m good and ready, love.” He called over from his seat. “You look beautiful together.”

Elia smiled and lay back on the mattress with her legs spread apart, pointing her chin downwards. Lyanna’s heart beat wildly in her breast as she considered what Elia wanted her to do. She’d never been with a woman before, though she and Alysanne had traded kisses in their youth, experimenting and practicing together.

“Some advice, girl? Go slowly. Tease me, caress me with your mouth and tongue. The longer this lasts, the better.” Elia purred against her lips and started pushing her down her body by the shoulders. Lyanna took her advice, planting soft kisses on her tits and lithely toned abdomen, dipping her tongue into her belly button and licking small half-circles with her tongue.

Lyanna continued her descent, and she was soon engulfed by a wickedly arousing scent as she pulled Elia’s knickers down her long legs. It was musky and sweet at the same time; she had never smelled anything like it, and she found her mouth watering and her pussy quivering in anticipation of the taste of a woman.

Elia’s cunt was bare of all hair. She must wax, she thought to herself before she teased her tongue out to taste her. She groaned in delight. Elia was sweet and bitter all at the same time, slick and hot against her tongue as the taste flooded her mouth. Elia moaned deep above her and Lyanna felt emboldened.

She pressed a gentle kiss against her slit and ran her tongue up and down, before sucking her clit between her lips. She teased it with the tip of her tongue and Elia’s hand seized a rough hold of her hair. Lyanna looked up at her and smiled, before she bent her head, adjusted her body and introduced her hands.

She spread her lips with two fingers and pressed her tongue into her, wiggling and swiping it. The hand in her hair gripped her harder to hold her in place. She needn’t have bothered holding her there, nothing could tear Lyanna’s mouth away from her at this point.

“Lya.” Elia panted as Lyanna slid her index finger inside her. She marvelled at the slick tightness, the heat and texture making her head swim. She licked at her clit with long licks of her tongue and crooked her finger as Elia had done to her only moments ago. Elia’s legs wrapped around her head as she continued licking and fingering her, her name a prayer on her lips. Lyanna knew she had succeeded in her goal when she felt her walls slacken and then tense back up to clench around her invading digits.

Lyanna was shocked when a stream of liquid suddenly splattered against her mouth with some force. She licked at the corner of her mouth and found the taste rather pleasant, so she sucked at Elia’s gushing cunt and took in as much of her fluids as she could. She drank deep and groaned at the taste as Elia panted with her head rested on the pillow, her black hair splayed across the white fabric.

Then she felt the bed sink under added weight. Then she startled at the unexpected touch of hands on the back of her feet. She looked up and behind her, smiling when she saw that Rhaegar had finally joined them.

He was completely nude, and Lyanna’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to his cock. She snorted in delight as she took the sight in. He was magnificent. Thick and long, covered with veins and contours. She lay back down beside Elia and continued staring at it. He wasn’t even fully engorged yet but was already far larger than any cock she had seen before. She hoped she could handle it.

“I am nothing compared to the boys you have been with, Lyanna. I will be gentle at first, but I warn you, rough sex turns me on like nothing else.” Rhaegar told her and she nodded.

He smiled at her nod and kissed his way up her midriff, pausing to suckle at her small breasts as he came up. He sucked her sensitive nipple into his mouth, and she groaned in pleasure. Then Elia bent her head to lick at the other available breast and Lyanna moaned anew.

Lyanna’s lips met Rhaegar’s own in a kiss and she felt butterflies in her stomach and heat spread from her core. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, and she groaned as she met it with her own. Her hand dropped to grasp at his hard cock, and she groaned again when Elia placed her hand on top of her own and started pumping at a gentle and slow pace. Rhaegar smirked as he continued kissing her.

“Suck my cock. I need your mouths on my cock.” He demanded and Lyanna glanced at Elia, almost waiting for permission. Elia nodded shortly and smiled.

“No. Turn around, sit on the top of his chest.” Elia told her and she moved to obey, the bed creaking beneath her. She squealed in delight when Rhaegar’s tongue met her still dripping labia and she pushed her arse backwards. One of Rhaegar’s hands moved down to fondle her small breast, while the other caressed her arse cheeks.

Her mouth approached the tip of his cock, and she darted her tongue out to taste the pre-cum leaking gently from it. A stream of saliva connected the two as she moved her head back, then she took as much of his bulbous cockhead into her mouth, sucking gently. She heard, or rather, felt, Rhaegar groan in pleasure behind her, the vibrations a delight on her slick skin. He had started licking at her clit and Lyanna moaned as he did so with evident skill. She soon felt an orgasm approaching from the corners of her consciousness, slow waves of pleasure radiating from her core as Rhaegar lapped his tongue against her sensitive spot.

Elia had her husband’s balls in her mouth, her cheeks hollow as she sucked on them. Lyanna tried taking more of his cock in her mouth but choked as the tip brushed her tonsils.

“I’m going to need help here, Elia.” She told her lover and smiled when Elia’s hand immediately went to the top of her head. She took one of her plaits in her hand, curling it around her fist, then started pushing her down. Lyanna opened as wide as she could and relaxed her throat, but she still gagged as his cock slid past her tonsils to enter her throat and her head swam.

“Fuck.” Rhaegar spat from behind her as she felt the muscles in her throat massaging his length. His grip on her arse tightened and he redoubled his efforts on her clit. Something like a moan somehow escaped her lips and Rhaegar swore again. “Fuck’s sake.”

His tongue circled around her clit just as she was coming up for air and she felt herself come undone, she smothered his face with her cunt and screamed unintelligible words as she came on his face. She dropped her head again and just breathed her warm breath on the tip, then started licking it like an ice lolly.

She kissed at it, rubbed her nose into the hard flesh and then sucked him back into her mouth, sucking harder than she had before. She wanted to make him come, she wanted to taste his seed, wanted to give him as much pleasure as she could. Elia smirked at her as she locked her eyes with hers.

“Let’s switch places, Lya.” Elia told her and they quickly moved, she crawled her way down the bed, missing Rhaegar’s tongue and lips, but she soon felt a strange contentedness settle in her mind when she sucked one of his huge balls into her willing mouth. Her tongue stroked it gently as Elia’s mouth encircled her husband’s cockhead. Elia was clearly more skilled at deepthroating than she was, as she took him to the hilt in one smooth motion without choking.

Lyanna marvelled at her and raised her head slightly so she could sweep her tongue over Elia’s upper lip. Elia’s mouth left his cock with a plop, and she kissed her fully, their tongues entwining before Lyanna boldly let her lips leave the elder woman and she sucked Rhaegar back into her mouth. Elia smirked again.

“You honestly enjoy that, don’t you, slut?” Elia asked her in wonder. “I’ve always found it rather a chore, yet the reward is pleasant enough, I suppose.”

Lyanna felt her cheeks redden, but she couldn’t deny her words. She honestly did enjoy sucking cock; it had been the first sexual thing she had ever tried with a boy. She had timidly sucked Jamie Lannister off behind the bike sheds at school a few years ago, becoming bolder the more she slurped and licked. Her mouth left Rhaegar again and she nodded.

“I always have. I can’t explain it. It makes me feel… powerful, I suppose?” Lyanna told her. “To know what I can do with just my mouth makes me feel good.”

Her mouth went back to suckle on Rhaegar’s ballsack as Elia engulfed her husband again, a delighted and somewhat proud look in her eyes. She started bobbing her head just as Rhaegar thrust upwards with his hips, and now she did gag as he fucked her throat.

*GLUCK* *GLUCK* *GLUCK*

Lyanna stared, enraptured at the sight and the sound of Rhaegar face fucking his wife. Elia’s eyes were bulging, tears running from her eyes and smearing the dark eyeshadow she was wearing in dark lines. It was such an erotic sight that she felt herself growing wetter and wetter. She reached down to glide a finger into herself and groaned.

“I’m close, love.” Rhaegar warned and Elia’s mouth left him with another wet plop. She grabbed Lyanna’s spare hand and placed it on the base of his cock, the swirled her tongue around Rhaegar’s head and kissed it.

Lyanna took the hint in Elia’s dark brown eyes, and her mouth kissed and licked its way up Rhaegar’s long shaft to join Elia. She pumped her hand slowly at first, then quicker as she felt Rhaegar’s cock spasm. She was delighted when a thick white rope spurted from the tip, hanging in the air for a split second before dropping to rest on Elia and her’s willing waiting tongues.

She opened wide for the next rope, then sucked Rhaegar into her mouth, sucking with all her might as he came in her mouth. Spurt after spurt gushed out of the slit and it was soon leaking out of her mouth and ran down her chin. It leaked out of her mouth and ran down her chin, but Elia dropped her lips and tongue to catch it.

Lyanna raised her head when he was finally spent and kissed Elia deeply, sharing their reward between them and moaning into each other’s mouths. Lyann had never felt so satisfied with herself as she traded the spunk between her and Elia.

All too soon, Elia scooted from Rhaegar’s chest, and she left the room in a hurry. Lyanna swallowed the last remnants of Rhaegar’s seed in a final gulp and looked him in the eyes. His pale skin was flushed, and he was gazing at her with naked lust.

The door swung open and Elia returned holding three empty goblets, a bucket with a bottle of champagne inside, and Lyanna’s handbag.

“I need a fucking smoke.” Rhaegar muttered and Lyanna giggled, then remembered the spliffs she had. She scooted down the bed and took her handbag when Elia offered it. She found her tobacco tin and briefly smiled at the artwork of the laughing tree that was laser cut onto it. It had been a gift from Brandon, when he had discovered her smoking late one night in the back garden. She handed it to Rhaegar.

“Help yourself.” She told him with a smile and then took the goblet from Elia’s outstretched hand. The older woman poured her a full glass and Lyanna sipped at it. She had never tried champagne before, she drank neat whisky by choice. She smiled at the luxurious taste of the expensive drink and sat back on the bed as Elia poured two more glasses.

A thick cloud of smoke engulfed her and she turned, laughing as Rhaegar coughed and spluttered.

“Good, right? Strong? It’s called ‘winter rose’, my dad grows it in the Winterfell glasshouses. It’s a hybrid. Indica and sativa in equal balance.” She told him and laughed again when Rhaegar took a more cautious drag. He smiled at her before his gaze dropped to her chest. She was self-conscious about her size at the best of times, but especially now compared to Elia’s heaving tits.

“You’re gorgeous, Lya.” He reassured her and she smiled again. “I like all sizes.”

As she moved back up the bed, she took another drink of the champagne and accepted the spliff from Rhaegar. She inhaled deeply as she relaxed back against the headboard, then let it out in one long plume as Elia joined her on Rhaegar’s opposite side. They both reached for Rhaegar’s cock at the same time and shared a laugh.

He swiftly returned to hardness under their gentle care, and Lyanna wondered what would happen next. Who would get to fuck him first. She became unreasonably nervous and sat up straighter.

“Can I watch the two of you?” She asked timidly, but relaxed when Rhaegar nodded a smile and Elia giggled.

“Have another line, Lya. I put the box in your bag.” Elia suggested and then bent to kiss her husband on the lips.

Lyanna moved to where Rhaegar had been sitting earlier and pulled the drug stash from her bag. She opened it up and was pleased to see an almost full baggie in the top compartment. She pulled it out and poured a small amount onto the mirror, using her credit card to chop it up. She snorted her line up in one long drag and relaxed back into the armchair and looked over at the bed.

Rhaegar was leaning over his wife, his hips pumping his cock into her and Elia was calling his name, her hands gripping his shoulders, and her legs wrapped around his slender waist. The wet slapping sounds of fucking could be heard all throughout the room and Lyanna felt herself growing wet at the sight and sound. She dipped her hand to stroke her clit and let a lusty moan escape her lips.

It went on for what seemed like hours, though that could have been the time dilation of the MDMA. Rhaegar pounded into Elia and Elia kept groaning and screaming his name. Finally, she saw Rhaegar’s hips lock in place and his legs spasm. Elia moaned contentedly and pushed him from her with a giggle.

“I hope you’ve worked your courage back up, Lya. It’s your turn next. He was in a hurry!” Elia laughed as she swapped places with her, taking the drug stash and settling herself into the armchair.

Lyanna approached slowly, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She started to pull the fishnet bodysuit from her shoulders, but Rhaegar shook his head.

“Leave that on. I like how it looks on you. You look like a wanton whore.” Rhaegar told her and she stopped. She should have been furious at the words he chose, but she felt rather pleased at them. If he was comparing her to professionals, she must have been doing something right.

As she sank onto the bed again, she tried to slow her breathing down to no avail. She surrendered to the furious beat and slowly clambered on top of Rhaegar, laughing when she had to push him back down. He must not have liked being underneath her.

“No. I want to ride you.” She told him with a smile that he returned even as he grabbed her by the hips to steady her. She sat upon him fully and could feel the veiny shaft rubbing against her sopping labia. She ground her hips and rubbed his cock along her lips and moaned at the sensation. Rhaegar groaned and his grip tightened, she would have marks on her skin tomorrow for sure.

She reached down and gripped his huge member in one dainty hand, positioning it against her core. Then she slowly started sinking herself onto him and a howl of pleasure left her lips as his cock forced her walls apart. When she sat back up and moaned again, then bucked her hips wildly as she rode him.

“You’re so fucking tight!” Rhaegar complimented her with a furiously creased brow. He was breathing as hard as she was and the maintained an iron grip on her hips. As she fucked him, she felt her mind spin in every direction at once, she could see stars and the waves of pleasure radiating through her body were indescribable in their intensity.

Suddenly Rhaegar’s hands left her hips and dropped to the bed. Then they reached up to push her from him and she moaned, disappointed at the loss of pleasure. Rhaegar positioned her on her front, with her legs lying prone on the sheets. She wondered what he was doing, until he climbed on top of her and pinned her beneath him.

“If you beg me to stop, I will consider it.” He warned her as he pressed the tip of his cock against her folds and his hand took firm root in her dark brown hair. She felt the familiar stretch as Rhaegar pressed his mighty cock into her cunt and she arched her back, then she howled in a mix of pleasure and pain as he sheathed himself fully inside her, before pulling out and repeating the motion again and again.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck me.” Lyanna screamed as he relentlessly pounded into her. She felt an orgasm roll over her and reached a hand behind her to cup his balls. The wet slapping sounds were music to her ears, and she cried another unintelligible sentence as he fucked her, his cock reaching so deep inside and stretching her so fully she swore she would be torn apart. “Harder, please, fuck me harder, Rhaegar!”

On and on it went, Rhaegar kept changing the rhythm and angle as he fucked her prone body, grunts and moans of his own joining hers.

Wave after wave of pleasure swept through her and she felt falling tears on her cheeks. This was all so fucking much. Rhaegar was easily the most skilled of any lover she had experienced, and much, much bigger. Stars returned to her eyes as she came again and again on his cock.

His stamina and discipline were insane as he continued fucking her, using her as harshly as he pleased. She revelled in the pleasure as Elia clapped and laughed from her seat. Lyanna looked behind and over at her and saw such love and affection in her dark eyes that she started crying anew.

Finally, Rhaegar left her with a wet squelch and left the bed. He stood in the centre of the room with his breathing ragged and his cock standing proudly. Lyanna lay there confused and exhausted in equal measure, until he beckoned her over to join Elia on her knees before him.

“I’m going to come on your face, Lya.” He told her before he kissed her deeply and forced her to her knees.

Elia already had him in her mouth, taking about half of his length and looking up at him with begging eyes. Lyanna joined her efforts with the elder woman’s and kissed and suckled the bits of his shaft that she could reach. Elia’s mouth left him and went to his balls, so Lyanna took the opportunity to engulf his cockhead in her mouth, lapping her tongue at the underside and sucking gently. She let his cock leave her mouth and looked up at Rhaegar, who’s eyes were so dark they were almost black.

“Fuck my throat. Like you did hers. I want to take you as deep as I can.” She told him with pleading eyes as she opened wide. Rhaegar grinned widely and thrust his hips forwards and Lyanna choked.

*GLUCK* *GLUCK* *GLUCK*

She felt his balls slapping against her chin and felt Elia drape her arm over her shoulders. She kept sucking all the time, twirling her tongue as much as she could as she sought to give him as much pleasure as she possibly could. The powerful feeling returned in her heart as he used her mouth for his pleasure. She should have felt debased and submissive, yet she felt strong and resolute as she gagged and choked, the saliva leaving the corners of her mouth in long streams.

Finally, Rhaegar roared and pulled his cock from her mouth. He pointed it directly at her forehead and he screamed her name as he came. If she thought he had come a lot earlier, that was nothing compared to the gushing torrent that erupted on her head. The come went everywhere, leaking down her cheeks and running into her dark sweat streaked hair.

Elia leaned in to suck him back into her mouth and she saw her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him dry. Rhaegar stumbled backwards onto the bed with ragged breaths coming from his mouth. His eyes were locked on Lyanna’s, even as she felt the stinging pain of the come leaking into her eyes.

Elia’s tongue suddenly licked at her eyes, cleaning them somewhat, before her mouth began lapping and slurping on her skin. Lyanna had never felt so degraded or humiliated, yet she revelled in the sensation. She caught Elia’s head in her hands and kissed her deeply, sharing in the come play and she groaned deeply with her lips locked on Elia’s.

The two of them clambered up onto the bed and lay at Rhaegar’s side. He took the discarded joint from earlier and lit it with a Zippo. He coughed again and Lyanna took the spliff from him as he wheezed. These silly southerners always underestimated Northern goods, after all. She suck a long cloud of cannabis smoke into her lungs and pressed her mouth against Rhaegar’s, exhaling the smoke in a blowback.

Elia reached over to take the still smoking joint and smiled at her as Rhaegar’s arms went around them both, hugging them tightly against his thickly muscled chest.

“You were incredible, Lya.” He told her and she believed him, smiling as he kissed her gently again and again, rubbing his arms up her own arms, caressing and holding her close. “Such a good little slut for us. I believe we’ll have to make this a regular occurrence, if you’re interested.”

“I think your cock has ruined me for other men, so I’ll have to take you up on that offer.” She smiled and kissed him again. “If that’s alright with your wife?”

Elia snorted and nodded eagerly.

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