Tales of the Wolves

Bryce sighed as he pushed open the sturdy wooden door to his chambers. It was a long day at Winterfell. His brother was dealing with the new guests, aka Karstark and Bolton. They were thorns in his sides, even if the former was technically his kinsman. Bolton was even the worst. At least he wasn't an entitled rapist with enough bastard's to make an army. The dark haired Stark slumped down onto his chair, his beloved Amelia holding their son Theon in her arms, gently feeding the infant as she asked softly, "Long day, love?" Bryce nodded, saying, "Aye." Amelia didn't pry, as she knew how her husband was. Stubborn, reserved, with a temper to boot. But he was the best man she had ever met. Kind, caring, you know the drill. She finished feeding their dark haired son, smiling as she booked the boy's nose and pulled her dress back up. She put little Theon in his crib, kissing him goodnight as she finally turned to her husband. She smirked seductively, walking over, hips swaying as she said, "Well, I know how to take some weight off your soldiers." Her voice was husky and sultry, the woman letting her red hair tumble down her back as she got on her knees, fumbling at her husband's trousers as the man blushed furiously. "God's," he thought. "What did I do to deserve her?"

Amelia took her entire husband down her throat, his long, hard shaft filling her mouth as she stroked and sucked on it. Bryce bit his lip from the pleasure, grabbing his wife's hair tightly as he cursed under his breath. Whenever she did this, she ruled him. He could barely speak, and she was always a master at this. While one hand stroked her husband's shaft, the other reached down under her skirt, stroking her now wet pussy as she moaned onto Bryce's cock. She was already slick from how turned on she was, the taste and feeling of her husband driving her crazy. She fingered herself in rhythm with her bobbing, gagging on the Young Wolf's cock like a common whore. Bryce couldn't even speak. He only made a few whimpers and quiet groans of pleasure, spurring her on as he felt an orgasm coming. And soon, it did.

Semen shot out of the Lord's cock, filling Amelia's mouth as she climaxed as well, her own cum dripping down her leg and onto the cold floor. She swallowed every last drop of her husband's baby batter, nearly collapsing from her own orgasm. Bryce groaned as he came, his grip on Amelia's crimson locks tightening along with the sound. He soon stopped, Amelia kissing his shaft lovingly as she licked the cum off of her hands and face. He made an "Mmm" sound, signaling her love of what had just occured. She stood up, smiling as she sat in her love's lap, holding him tight as she whispered, "There. Better now?" Bryce nodded, muttering, "Yeah...I am..." Amealia smiled, answering back with, "Good. Sweet dreams, my Wolf." They both drifted off soon after, holding each other tightly.