Theon's Favorite Toy

The three of them were gathered in the training yard, practicing their skill in archery. No one else was around within earshot, or so they believed. It gave Theon, ever the braggart, the opportunity to boast about his favorite toy, as he often did. Even more so, now that he’s paid a few visits to Winter Town.

“She even placed a measuring stick to it,” Theon added, collecting the stack of arrows back into its tray. “Turns out I’m -eight and a half- inches!” he boasted proudly.

Jon, his brows knitted with disbelief, shook his head, “You’re lying.”

“Heh, by the Drowned god, I swear it,” Greyjoy insisted with a proud grin.

Robb smirked, casually sat next to his half-brother on the wooden railing. “Cheer up, Jon. There’s still time.”

“Aye. There's still time, for the both of you,” Theon jested lightheartedly.

Hidden behind the nearby wagon of hay, she listened quietly. Arya whispered to herself, brows perked. “Eight?... And a half -inches-?” It sounded absurd, yet in the way he spoke, it made her wonder if he was telling it true. It wasn't uncommon for him to exaggerate. But even if he was lying, how far off was he actually? Hell, even -six- and half would be large, in her mind. On several occasions, years ago, she had chanced upon them take a piss in the woods. It was nothing all that impressive. But then again, they were all flaccid.

“Seriously. You really ought to visit the whorehouse with me. Tonight, in fact,” the Greyjoy ward said to the bastard. “It will make a man of you. Hehe. Trust me.”

Jon gave no argument, but there was that sullen look on him again. He was conflicted. Greyjoy had probably suggested over half a dozen times already. Arya quirked a grin. It was amusing how Theon seemed to value the prospect of manhood so much. There must be really something to it.

The three of them put up their bows and walked away together, conversing and jesting to one another, chuckles fading in the distance. And now they were too far away for the wolf girl to listen. Standing upon her tiptoes and peaking over a dry bundle, she was tempted to sneak. The intention was to catch Theon alone, even for but a moment. But Jon and Theon shared the same bedchamber, however, and she had no wish to bring up a lewd topic while in the presence of their half-brother. Snow had always been the protective type, after all.

Peering up at the sky, it was near evening. Rather than follow closely, she relocated, slipping quietly under a nearby tree where she could wait in the shadows. Minutes turned to half an hour. Patience was never her strong suit, and with each passing moment, her resolve began to wane. As she was about to leave, there he appeared. Greyjoy emerged from Keep, heading towards the nearest gate. She stepped out from under the tree, and tactfully headed towards the path before him. "Going somewhere?" Arya spoke, a somewhat accusing tone.

Theon paused and turned to the unexpected northern girl in his path. For a brief moment, the query made him feel like an Ironborn captive. "Aye..." he responded confidently and with a hint of curiosity. "What of it?"

From a short distance, Arya heard two unmistakably familiar voices approaching from behind him. She blinked. It was the voice of her older sister, and Jeyne Poole. Their chatter and giggles drifted, discussing the royal entourage from King’s Landing, and their favorite dreamy knights who came with it.

Theon blinked at Arya, still confused at why he was being halted, waiting to see if he would be kept any longer. "May I go then?"

The ladies drew in, closing the gap, Arya’s eyes darted between them and the Greyjoy. An idea sparked, and a grin of defiance went to her face again. She wasn't about to let him go. No. As soon as the two ladies approached near enough, Arya spoke in a louder voice. "So, is your cock really that big?!"

It definitely reached their ears, and hopefully no one else's... Sansa and Jeyne paused their conversation, stunned, faces turned in the direction of such an inappropriate question made out in the open. Their eyes darted to the Greyjoy being confronted by the wolf girl.

The words hung in the air for a moment. It took him a moment to realize where she must have heard this from. “... You were eavesdropping?”

Having some resemblance of honesty, she nodded with a smirk and a shrug. "Just a little."

"Arya, what in seven hells are you doing!?" Sansa stepped forth, interposing. "You shouldn't be asking about such things!" The words exclaimed, then she glanced around the courtyard, remembering to keep it down, else more attention be drawn to them.

The younger Stark sister immediately refuted. "But he said -eight and half- inches!"

Silence fell over them like a cloak. Sansa and her friend blushed, exchanging glances, not from Arya's lack of modesty, but out of intrigue. Jeyne turned to Theon, her pretty eyes searching his face for any sign of an argument, or embarrassment. The handsome Ironborn appeared more amused than anything else, reveling in the attention. “Is this true?” she asked, torn between laughter and shock.

It was his first time being confronted with a sudden curiosity from them. If he was honorable enough, he would have discontinued the conversation, bowed his head, and walked away. But that would have also been rude... His honor as a Greyjoy, if there was such a thing, compelled him to be honest in front of the northern ladies.

He glanced around for a moment to make sure there was no one else listening in but them. "Aye. It is true,” the young man admitted.

“Gods be good...,” said Lady Sansa. More words slipped out of her mouth, surprised that she herself was breathing life to the topic. “H- How is that even possible?” Sansa's voice was timid.

Arya couldn’t help but giggle from the interaction unfolded. Jeyne giggled as well. Sansa had always been the most sheltered of the siblings. Seeing her ladylike behavior come loose when curiosity took over was always a treat.

The Ironborn shrugged with an air of confidence in him. “What can I say? The gods granted me a gift, I suppose. And Ros thanks me for it,” he had to toss that in.

Sansa’s cheeks flushed again, but she managed to regain some composure, reminding herself of nobility. “... If you were headed to Winter Town, we’re sorry to keep you from—”

Arya interjected suddenly, a toothy grin spreading across her face. “Show us then.”

Theon guffawed at what he just heard. But then he blinked, realizing she was being serious. The silence that followed was palpable, and even Sansa did not protest. Her and Jeyne stood there, awaiting his response.

“What, right here?…” Theon stammered, taken aback.

They turned to look at one another, having no plan in mind. It was very spontaneous. Jeyne, usually the quietest of the group, spoke up with an idea. “We could.. go into the godswood?”

Arya nodded, enthusiasm unwavering. She eyed all three of them, allowing a momentary pause to see if any of them would object. No one did. She laughed. “To the godswood then.”

Sansa muttered in submission, "What have we got ourselves into..." The four of them crossed the main courtyards together, Arya at the front. The look on Sansa's face was apparent that she was having second thoughts. She walked next to him, gauging to see if he was nervous or not. “... Um. Just so you know, we aren’t forcing you into this,” she said politely. “Honestly, you can walk away any time,” she gulped.

Theon, in truth, was only slightly nervous, given the station of such company. There was also the possibility of them being followed. But his Ironborn pride surged within him, and he couldn’t resist the invitation to flex his dominance, especially in front of Starks. “It's not a problem at all, my lady,” he replied, a smirk dancing on his lips. "In fact, -you- could walk away any time."

Lady Sansa blinked at him, wearing blushes. He was right. Yet somehow, she kept on putting one foot in front of the other.

Passing into the sacred grove, they approached near the ancient heart tree. “Well. Here we are,” Arya, at the front of the group, halted and turned to face him with an expectant little smirk.

Sansa interrupted, her voice cautious as she surveyed their surroundings. “Wait... This might not be far enough. People come to this tree regularly.”

Jeyne Poole gazed around the grove. “She's right. Shouldn't we go a bit further?" she added softly.

The ancient carved face in the pale bark was looming a bit too close for his comfort. Theon didn’t argue. He wasn’t likely to arouse a full erection with the old gods a witness to his flaunting.

“Fine...,” Arya rolled her eyes and peered at Greyjoy. "How about you pick a suitable spot for us."

The delegation brought him pause for a moment and then a smirk. "Very well, I know the perfect spot," he began to walk. Together, they ventured deeper into the grove, moving to a familiar shaded area surrounded by grey-green sentinels. A spot secluded from prying eyes, even from the watchtowers that overlooked Winterfell.

As they all settled in silent agreement, Theon’s heartbeat thumped with arousal. Beneath his leather garb, he could feel himself thickening with anticipation. Now was the time to show off his full glory.

Jeyne and Sansa, ever mindful of their delicate dresses, found a flat surface of a rock to gently set their lady bums upon. Arya, always the tomboy, plopped down in the grass. The three girls transfixed their eyes to Theon who stood before them, ready to unveil himself. Without hesitation, he loosened the leather belt and removed his tunic. His boots and long socks following, and then his undershirt.

"...You're going completely naked for this?" Sansa blinked in confusion as he began stripping away more than expected.

"Aye," he responded with a tone that was matter-of-fact.

She nodded slowly with a look that gave no sign of protest. The other two girls giggled from his enthusiasm.

When Theon finally slid his smallclothes down his legs, a collective expression of awe came from the northern girls. Theon's full shaft sprang up high, standing proudly in the godswood air...

Arya's mouth dropped open, her eyes widening as she took in the sheer size of him. "By the gods!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing, "You weren't lying!" Sansa and Jeyne, too, gawked at the sight of him, their pale northern cheeks flushed in wonder.

Theon chuckled excitedly. He stood there, a spectacle of masculine pride, his hairy legs parted open to showcase the fullness of his girthy shaft, and the large balls underneath. His hips swayed left and right as if another display of dominance. "Ros tells me I'm still growing," he proclaimed with excitement. "She says when I reach twenty, it'll probably have grown another inch."

“An- another whole inch?” Jeyne boggled, pretty eyes glazing over the length of his naked girth, imagining it being even more than it is now. “You really... have a gift...”

Theon smiled joyfully. Their faces watching him were enough to keep him tall, and hard as iron. “Imagine the wroth of Septa Mordane, discovering your enthusiasm for huge cocks...” he teased at Jeyne, and her friend Sansa, who couldn't seem to take her eyes away from it.

“Fuck the Septa.” Arya retorted and scooted closer to where he stood, finding a better view of not only his towering shaft, but large balls underneath...

Theon chuckled, his eyes narrowing as he noticed how close Arya was getting, her face dangerously near his form. In full confidence, he seized the moment and playfully swung his naked shaft against her forehead, several times. Arya blinked, startled by the gesture, without avoiding the repeating assault. She couldn't help but giggle, one eye closed, sensing the warmth and weight of him clap against her face. It made her feel funny.

Jeyne's pretty eyes were staring, not only onto his lengthy shaft, but the his full package. “Is it true that a man’s seed comes from... the balls?” Jeyne queried, head tilted.

Theon nodded in answer. Thankfully, the air of the godswood remained warm enough to not shrivel them up. He felt it was proper to display the fullness of them. They hung nice and low. "Aye, they do come from the balls..." he answered. "And as you can see, mine have plenty of it..." he said, swinging them both proudly.

Arya nimbly brought her cupped hand to his proud balls, stopping them from swinging.

Theon blinked, suddenly caught in her grasp. A bit of uncertainty went to his face. "H- Hey, be careful with those..." he spoke, keeping still as she fondled them, and prayed she had enough sense to be gentle. Thankfully, she was gentle, and then both hands were.

"You're balls are the size of chicken eggs," Arya giggled, cupping one per hand, fondling.

He let out a nervous half chuckle, first time hearing such a nice comparison.

At any moment, Sansa was expected to stop her little sister from misbehaving, but instead, she just couldn’t stop staring. Jeyne, too, was transfixed, her lustful intrigue overcoming all else. Theon stepped over to the other two girls. His cock pointed up in front of their faces like the bow of a Greyjoy ship, an offer in the form of a gesture. He tested the waters, gauging their female reactions. It was often hard for him to tell what they were thinking. All he could rely on was their body language.

At first, Sansa leaned back ever slightly, but her soft hand betrayed and slowly came up to it, poking gently at his spongy and hard surface. Jeyne reached for it next, running her soft fingers, slowly up and down his underside. His large naked form twitched up excitedly from all of their little touches. Theon gave a sigh. Jeyne blushingly made soft eye contact with him.

“Uhm... It’s leaking...” Sansa noticed, pointing out a clear slippery fluid seeping from his hole.

Arya quickly leaned over to get a closer look, noticing it too. “Is that the -seed- you were talking about then?”

His heart was thumping madly, realizing how close he was now to climaxing, and how naive the girls were about a man's seed even looks like. “No, heh, no that’s not it...” he answered with a chuckle. "Trust me, you'd know the difference."

"Show us," Jeyne spoke seductively with a naughty look on her expression.

Sansa blinked, surprised in the way her friend spoke. "Is this really necessary? Our plan was only to see his cock... We've already seen more than what we came for."

"We may as well make it worth while then," Arya said. "Show us!" the younger sister exclaimed, eager to learn.

Sansa sighed and muttered to herself as the plan changed. "Once again, outvoted..."

Theon laughed in excitement. "Very well then. I'll make it quick," he spoke confidently and wrapped a hand around his shaft, coating it with his pre-cum as a lubricant. With a look of determination, he began to stroke himself back and forth, his movements quick and deliberate. The highborn girls all sat there, watching, his shaft glistening with desire.

“Hmm, so that’s how boys do it,” Jeyne commented as he began working it back and forth.

"What do you mean?" Sansa asked, not knowing what 'it' was.

"That's how they pleasure themselves," Jeyne answered casually with a smirk, studying his hand gliding up and down.

Sansa nodded slowly, blushing, completely new to the prospect. "Right, of course, I knew that."

The Greyjoy stroked himself swiftly, his large balls swinging pendulously. He let out stifled respirations, bracing for the pending release, biting his lower lip. Arya observed him from a side view. In front of where he stood, there was a narrow space upon the flat rock, between where Lady Sansa and Jeyne sat. He decided to take aim there, hopefully not getting his Greyjoy sperm on their pretty northern dresses.

"Oh, Gods, yes... It's coming...It's coming...” Theon announced excitedly. His Ironborn balls gave way as he let out a guttural groan. His toes curled in the grass when he began to unload...

Blushes of shock and awe went across the girls' faces when he started ejaculating. "Eww!" Lady Sansa flinched in surprise, leaning away when his long naked shaft began spurting many consecutive streaks of something white and sticky. Their girly eyes blinked at the trajectory of his release. Theon exhaled and groaned in pleasure. He finally let go of his lengthy girth, flaccid as it hung between his hairy legs, dripping the last remnants onto the grass before them. A silence sat in the air for a moment. All three of the girls were blushing.

“You didn’t tell us it was going to -shoot- so far...” Jeyne remarked, her expression of surprise and bewilderment, still trying to understand what she just witnessed.

Arya giggled hysterically, eyeing the sticky mess he shot everywhere. "That... was really... impressive."

"Impressive?!" Sansa's expression was mostly a blend of disgust and embarrassment. Her eyes darted around to ensure none of his nasty Greyjoy fluid landed upon her fabric. She looked at her best friend's reaction, which didn't look to match her own. "Jeyne, please don't tell me you're enthusiastic about this too."

The amount of semen that landed everywhere is what had Jeyne's attention. She then courteously looked to Sansa and responded with honesty. "Sorry, but I'm going to have to agree with Arya," she said it in the most polite way. "It was a good learning experience too." Jeyne wore a gentle smirk, eyelashes fluttering, her gaze went back upon Theon, who's once tall and girthy shaft now hung lower, as if it were bowing its head.

Weak in the knees, he took a seat down in the grass, his arms propped up behind and legs sprawled open without shame, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction from his orgasm.

Arya, ever the curious one, darted behind the rock to inspect the aftermath. "Seven hells!" she exclaimed. "It went —this— far!" She pointed to some white splotches in the grass. Jeyne and Sansa looked over their shoulders to see. If any of them had to guess, it was a whopping two meters away from where he let loose. Sansa turned back around to find him sprawled, hairy legs opened. "At least you had the courtesy to aim away from our faces..." Lady Stark said.

Arya japed, "Next time, aim it at Sansa's face..."

"There won't be a next time!" Sansa flustered from the idea.

Jeyne touched the sperm that decorated the flat rock, feeling the consistency between fingers, staring at it up close..

“Gross, you’re touching it now?” her friend said.

Jeyne didn’t appear too disgusted. “It won’t get us pregnant by simply feeling it with our fingers.”

That wasn't the point that Sansa was trying to make. "I know, but, still..."

Arya crept over to her older sister from behind the rock and quickly wiped something across her pretty face. Sansa gasped, feeling the sudden intrusive stickiness of what could only be one thing. “... Arya!” she exclaimed in panic, standing up from the rock. Unfortunately, there was no washcloth anywhere. The lecherous little sister giggled madly.

Theon chuckled, his demeanor relaxed and confident as he let out another sigh. "Well, my ladies," he said, "how about we go bathe in the hot spring?"

Sansa shot him a glare. "Why, so you can see us naked?" she retorted, tone sharp. "I believe you've had enough -satisfaction- for one day."

Theon made a playful grin. "Of course, my apologies. Just a mere suggestion."

"It's been a while since we bathed here, hasn't it," Jeyne appeared open to it.

"We still have a few hours before supper." Theon stood up and gathered his northern clothes, determined to go with or without them. Carrying them in arm, he began to walk to a nearby hot spring, his favorite one. Jeyne eyed him for a moment, seeing his nice bare ass when he walked away.

The highborn girls looked at one another and hesitated. Arya muttered. “Well... Should we join him?”