GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

"Enough with this madness!" Robert roared, his patience worn thin. He strode towards Sansa, his presence towering over her, and grasped her by the slender shoulders. "You don't have to marry that little shit, girl. You're free to go home! Free to be happy! You need not fear anyone!"

Tears welled up in Sansa's eyes. Was this really happening? Ever since she saw her father beheaded, she lost the sense of what was real and what was fake. Self-blame for the death of her father ate her from inside.

"There's no cage holding you now, child." Robert pulled her into a tight embrace, his large hand patting her back softly while his other hand caressed her hair. "As soon as Robb and Catelyn arrive, you'll go home with them."

Sniff!

Her snivels echoed with her face against Robert's chest. Her lithe, weak body shivered as her wails only got louder. Both her hands clenched on Robert's surcoat as the dam that she had created to lock away her sorrow burst apart.

"I-I… I killed my Father! I… It was me…"

Does that even matter anymore? You weren't the one who swung the blade. Robert hugged her tighter and consoled her. "You didn't, Sansa. They did—Joffrey and Cersei did."

She just cried. Letting out all the locked-away frustrations. The suffocation she felt in that massive castle finally went away. No more she had to accept all the torment that Joffrey would throw at her.

Robert didn't push her away either. He decided to give the entire day to Sansa. He stayed with her, spoke with her, had lunch with her, and even ordered the maids to come over and help Sansa look beautiful. He handed her Cersei's expensive clothes, and jewelry, and let her be the princess she once dreamt of being.

This should have been the reality. He thought when he saw his pretty daughter smiling brightly. Why did I ever agree to Robert's wish, to wed her to that Joffrey?

He gave his entire day to Sansa all the way till dinner. He gave her a tour of the Red Keep, showed her the dragon skulls, and plenty more. Eventually, dinner was served and he retired to his bedchamber.

Hopeful that things will turn out well.

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The Wall,

"Jon Snow! You have a raven!"

"For me?" Jon frowned, standing atop the frozen peak of the Wall. Spine-chilling, heart-freezing cold pierced his skin like needles. Even the best fur robes didn't do much to protect them from the elements. Yet somehow, he didn't find himself complaining as much as the others.

Curious to see who sent him a raven, he climbed down the Wall through the intricate mechanics and returned to the main keep. Then, he found Maester Aemon holding the folded raven that had come for him.

"You have been summoned, Jon Snow."

Jon looked at the snarling face of Alliser Thorne. "To where?"

"King's Landing," Maester Aemon added weakly. "The raven bore the seal of the King Robert Baratheon."

Jon frowned deeply. "But he's… dead."

"Not anymore. The word across the realm is that King Robert was buried alive, but he somehow broke through the crypt with his sheer strength." Jeor Mormont, the current Lord Commander of the Watch said, taking the folded parchment and raising it towards Jon. "I don't know why you are summoned, but the King has demanded that you be spared from taking the Oath."

"But I have already taken the—"

"The King offers food, fur, and fire in return," Jeor interrupted him.

Jon's breath grew heavy. "B-But the Oath is ancient! It's sacred!"

"It's nonsense," Alliser growled at him. "Men break the Oath every day as many times as they piss. Mole's Town is like a second home to men here for reasons you know. We'd rather have more food and clothes than a young bastard."

Jon glared at the man a little, but he was used to controlling his anger. This wasn't the first time someone had mocked his bastard status.

"Jon, I think you should go," Jeor Mormont suggested. "Maester Aemon thinks the same."

"But why? There's nothing for me in the south. I'm a bastard with no claims to anything." Jon still protested. He had already brainwashed himself about joining the Night's Watch for months already. "This place is my home."

"Often, fate works in ways beyond our understanding. The King summons you to King's Landing, Jon. It is your destiny to heed his call," Maester Aemon said. Jon didn't doubt the man's wisdom. Even without eyes, he saw things others didn't. "You can always join the Night's Watch in the future."

"What of the Oath?"

"What oath?" Alliser asked back.

Jon got the message and sighed, a troubled expression adorned his pale face. It was impossible to force himself to stay now. If he did, he'd be hated for refusing the King's gifts.

"Then… I'll go."

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Back in King's Landing, another morning dawned. King Robert lay in his large bed, sprawled and sweating as the nightmares haunted him. Yet, halfway through, those nightmares turned into something welcoming. A touch from his beloved Catelyn, an intimate moment with his wife.

"Ugh!" He groaned, the hotness of her tight mouth was too wonderful. This was it, the secret behind a beautiful, successful marriage. He was a Lord and she was a Lady during the day, but in the bedroom, they were nothing but lovers. No shame, only pleasure.

"Cat!" He mumbled her name with love. The strong suckles of her lips stretched his sizable cock with each pull of her lips. His veins received the heavenly massage while she also cupped his balls in one palm.

Beautiful! Ned thought, watching his wonderful wife on her knees between his legs. The proud Catelyn Stark letting him see a sight of her that only he had the privilege of seeing.

Soon enough, the intense sucking, messy squelching of spit, and pre-cum combined turned musky. She drove him to the edge and kept him there as if aware of his limit. She paced herself fast and slow as per need, constantly twirling her hot tongue around the rim of his cock, at times probing her tip into the little slit on his cockhead.

Oh, how she made his knees weak. He felt throbs in his abdomen, the need for a release was just so much.

"Mmmm… Yesss… Your Grace! Give it to me-eeeh~!"

Your Grace? His eyes shot open abruptly just as he went past that edge. His balls burst with an intense jetting spray of his virile thick seed, pumping right into the hot embrace of the mouth around his cock.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Robert boomed, his head raised and glancing down over his protruding belly. Yet it was impossible to pull back an arrow once released. His balls jumped in joy and his cockhead flexed into her tight mouth. Rope after rope of white fluid filled the girl to the brim until her cheeks bloated.

"Uuugh… Speak, woman!"

"Ummmmh… Your Grace." She took a moment to recover, her eyes darting nervously as she swallowed down the King's potent gift, rinsing her mouth with deliberate, hesitant motions. "I am… mm… Alayaya."

Robert frowned, staring at her unclothed form. She looked young, slender with perky breasts, perhaps in her early twenties. Beautiful without a doubt, skin smooth and black as polished onyx, and wide dark eyes. Obviously short to him, with a beaded belt cinched at her waist. "Who?"

Alayaya showed a face of confusion at that. She looked down at the King's cock still in her hands, despite having turned flaccid it was comparable to some unremarkable men's full erect size.

"Speak!" Robert boomed.

Alayaya gathered her thoughts and answered respectfully. "Your Grace, I'm the daughter of Chataya, the owner of Chataya's Brothel—your favorite brothel. T-This is how you like being woken up on the first day of every new week, Your Grace. I… I just—"

Seven hells, Robert! Inside that body, Eddard cursed his dear friend. But he no longer bore any anger towards the girl. She was merely doing what Robert had normalized. Pure debauchery. What else is there that I don't know?

The troubling part was that Robert was drunk so many times that even the memories weren't much of help.

"Don't do this again." Robert finally sat up on the bed and threw the quilt around Alayaya's young, dusky body.

Alayaya frowned and tried to pacify the King, managing her accented voice as best as she could. "D-Did you not like it, Your Grace? May I send someone else? Perhaps the brown-haired and gray-eyed Jayde? She's your favorite, Your Grace."

Brown hair and gray eyes? Robert scowled upon hearing that. That's Lyanna's features. Robert, you… You stuck up bastard!

"No, I won't be needing your services anymore. You should leave now." Robert ordered her sternly and slid off the bed to make himself proper again. It was time to focus more on refining the mess of a body he was inside.

Alayaya stared at Robert for a few moments, unable to match the image of this Robert with the one she had seen before. Normally the King used to start his morning with a fresh goblet of wine and a tight cunt on his cock.

"I understand, Your Grace." Nevertheless, she donned her clothes quickly and left.

Thud!

Robert slumped into a chair once she was gone. Brows creased together, his teeth clenched tight. He felt disgusting, a failure of a man and a husband. His thoughts told him this was wrong, yet… he could feel his cock gaining size again.

What is wrong with Robert's body? Why such high libido and craving for wine? Why does it betray my control? He pondered deeply, remembering the face of Catelyn he saw in the dream. Please forgive me.

The bitter truth was that he could never be together with Catelyn again. The cold hard fact he had accepted already. But despite not wanting to betray the memory of his love for Catelyn, he found himself doing that already.

I need to change this body.

Training and forging Robert's body to its past glory was the only solution he could think of.

Sadly, he conveniently forgot that whoring and wine were simply second nature to Robert long before he even became the King.

Gods give me strength.

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