GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

"See to it then. I shall have a word with Septa Unella. I've tasked her with teaching Sansa and Myrcella, it's time I receive a progress summary." Robert dismissed the High Septon with a wave of his hand and strode towards the tall Septa.

As he got closer to her, he noticed her current state. Her eyes looked tired, with faint dark circles underneath. The way she stood there looked less confident, something Unella was never known for in the past. She used to be firm, tall, and honest in her duty to faith.

"Septa."

"Your Grace, please come with me."

Septa Unella didn't even wait for his response and walked away, her steps rushed as the dark gray gown struggled to match her pace around her ankles.

Robert followed her along, unbothered and unafraid as he held a blade with him too. He expected her to lead him to a storage room like the last time, but instead, he soon found himself standing in a bedchamber, so small that it was even smaller than the storage room. A single bed by the wall, a table beside the bed, and a chair, that was it. Not even a window was there, just a small hole in the wall to rid the room of candle fumes.

Clack!

Septa Unella locked the door and nervously looked up at Robert.

"What is the meaning of this?" Robert asked her sternly, tracing her facial features that hid fear amidst her beauty.

Her voice suppressed, Septa Unella stepped closer to Robert and suddenly fell to her knees. She still glanced up at him from her vulnerable position. "Your Grace, I have sinned. I have failed devastatingly."

What did the two girls do to her?

"Speak, what happened in my absence? Leave no detail unspoken."

Septa Unella gulped and nodded firmly. Shame could be felt in her voice itself. She was broken, or rather her belief system was broken. "I… I tried to teach the girls as I have done in the past for other noble girls. Sansa and Myrcella were supportive and understanding, they followed all my commands. But then, they requested me to stay with them one night. I saw that as a chance to teach them about their duties as ladies. But they…

"I–I woke up from slumber late at night, my clothes discarded and Myrcella's hand between my… my legs. She had a vile contraption, long and girthy, oiled, plunged inside me. I revolted, but Sansa held my torso on the bed and pinched my teats, pinching and twisting… Rendering me defenseless… Your Grace…"

Unella froze for a moment, utter shame flashing across her expression. She looked down at Robert's feet. "T-The thing is that… I enjoyed it! Oh, Seven, I have sinned, I'm no better than those Silk Street whores! I relished the way Myrcella used that evil thing on me, and I surrendered to Sansa's pinches. That entire night I writhed on that bed and… and I let nature take its due course."

She grabbed Robert's legs, hugging them tightly against her large, shapely mounds. "Please, Your Grace, behead me. Please behead me privately for this sin. I can't face the shame… I am…"

A little taken aback, Robert watched her in silence. Is she serious? Asking to be executed for mere… bodily pleasure?

Surprisingly, at that moment, he realized that his Robert side suggested executing her as per her wishes. But his Ned side suggested that if he could somehow elevate her worries and give her the answers she desired, she'd become a useful, loyal servant.

She needs assurances more than anything else.

"Stand up, woman." Robert gripped her by her soft, trembling shoulders and made her stand. She was one of the few women he'd seen who retained beauty with her unconventional height, without looking like a strange curiosity. Her head reached till his chin, an achievement in itself. "Tell me, have you ever been with a man, Septa?"

"I wouldn't dare, Your Grace."

"Then why do you fear what you have never experienced? It's not a sin but a god's taught act of breeding. It's a blessing that helps mankind flourish. Your womb's a gift, woman, and the pleasure you felt? Just nature's way, nothing more. Even if it came unbidden, it's still part of the order of things." Robert preached sex education to her, still his hands gripping her shoulders. "You've done nothing wrong, nothing sinful."

"You are right." Septa Unella blurted and stepped away from Robert. She walked left and right in the room, hands rubbing, her eyes occasionally glancing at Robert.

"You should return to your duties, Sep—"

"That's it!" Unella breathed, her voice trembling with fervor as her eyes locked on Robert's. She came rushing towards him and clasped one of Robert's large hands and she pressed it against her heart. "I must ask this of you, Your Grace. Who else but you, the highest in the realm, could grant me such clarity? Show me what I have never known, so my mind may be freed from doubt. Have I sinned? Have I not?"

What? Does she mean…?

"What are you saying, Septa? Are you suggesting we share a bond like a man and his wife?" Robert barked, seeking clarity.

"Please! Help me, Your Grace." Unella pressed his hand harder against the middle of her cloud-like chest.

Robert shook his head and yanked his hand back. "While I respect your desire to seek clarity, it's better you find another man. I can name a few honorable ones if y—"

"No, it must be you. You are the Protector of the Realm and, thus, the keeper of the faith. It is your sacred duty to correct me, to guide me back when I stray from the path of the Seven," Septa Unella resolutely replied, her eyes revealing a lack of doubt. The woman truly believed what she said.

Robert fell into a long silence.

Fulfilling her request is easy. She may become my fervent follower and my ear inside the faith. Robert reasoned with himself. What's there to lose?

"Right now?"

"Please, I beg you in the name of the Seven."

"Very well." Robert moved towards her, his hands loosening his breeches from the waist. "If this is merely guidance, I hope you accept it wholeheartedly."

"I am blessed–ah!"

Robert pushed her by her large breasts, his hands clenching her gray robes, cupping onto her magnificent, virgin bosom. He pressed her against the wall and then kissed her like a lover, starving for her body. He used his tongue to part her hesitant lips, sweeping against her awkwardly struggling tongue and pearly teeth.

For that instance, Robert allowed some of that savage, lustful beast to spill out, excited by the subtle thought that this pure but mature woman was begging him. It wanted to brand her very being, beguile her so deeply she would never ask another man, ever. The beast wanted to give Unella what she needed—a good, hard, fucking.

Unella's eyes widened, confused about what to do with her mouth. But his rough hands gripping onto her flesh caused her to squirm, subconsciously moaning into the kiss and feeling weak from the ticklish feeling. With a soft whimper, Unella struggled against Robert's tongue with her own, her hips instinctively rocking, pressing herself ever so slightly against Robert's crotch.

He bit her lower lip, suckled on her tongue, and slathered his boneless flesh all over her mouth; his hands kept moving wildly, kneading and molding her sizable swells until he could feel her hardening tips through the fabric of her clothes. He could feel her quivering in his hands, a mix of arousal and confusion, thirst and hesitation. The woman was still trying to clamp her lips from time to time, teasing his desire to make her submit more and more.

"Open your mouth," Robert ordered her between breaths, and stroked her protruding nipples with his thumb.

"B–but, I… Your G–Grace…" Unella panted between words, her face flushed from the lack of oxygen before. The teasing on her nipples were too ticklish, too wonderful, coursing throughout her body. However, she was confused as to why his commanding tone struck something deep within her core.

Tsssrk!

Robert's hand suddenly grabbed the loose fabric between her bosom, and with a hard tug, ripped apart the chest area of her gown. From her breasts to the upper part of her undulating upper belly tore off, revealing those sweaty, voluptuous melons, pale and honey-soft.

"This is what you asked for. I shall indulge…" he licked one of her shivering nipples as she looked away, "every bit of your body."

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