A/N: Sansa POV!
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Unbeknownst to those below, Sansa Stark watches her siblings dueling from an upper balcony in the Red Keep. They're a fair distance away, but she can still make out both Arya and Jon from all the way up here, as well as Lady Brienne and Ser Sandor.
"Hyah!"
Arya lunges forward and in a twisting motion that Jon doesn't see coming, manages to sweep his blade out of his hand, causing it to fly out of the air and impale itself in the ground nearby. Rather than capitalizing on the opening, however, Arya looks just as shocked as her half-brother by the successful maneuver, before a moment later leaping up and down and shouting at the top of her lungs so that even from this far away, Sansa can hear her.
"I did it! I actually did it!"
Sansa smiles, even as Jon huffs and shakes his head with a rueful grin on his own face. Brienne says something that makes Arya pause and then immediately stop celebrating and focus back up.
A few moments later and they've 'reset' to go again, though Sansa can tell immediately that Jon isn't holding back as much anymore and Arya is going to learn quickly that her 'win' wasn't as earned as she thought. Still, if nothing else, Sansa expects her younger sister will take it on the chin just like everything else.
Having Arya in King's Landing is a mess to be sure, but everything else that's been going on recently has really put it into perspective. Sure, Arya belongs in the North up in Winterfell with the rest of their family… but her running away from home is nothing compared to the threat that was posed by Daenerys and her dragons… or the threat that is still posed by the wildlings and their King Beyond the Wall. Especially if they were telling Jon the truth about the return of the Others…
Regardless, Sansa has sent a raven to Winterfell at this point, making sure that it was marked such so that her father would see it first. She knew that the response was almost certainly going to be a demand for Arya to be sent back home immediately, but she couldn't very well keep knowledge of her sister's whereabouts or health from her parents forever.
Even if her mother could be overbearing, she would almost certainly be worrying herself sick over what might have happened to Arya. And her father would also be doing everything in his power to track Arya down. No matter what Arya truly wanted out of life, it wasn't fair to either of them to keep them in the dark.
... Still, for now there was no response to Sansa's raven, so she could happily allow Arya to continue training with Lady Brienne. And with Jon and Ser Sandor joining their practice sessions, Sansa's sister was learning quite a lot about how to wield a blade.
"FUCK!"
Down below, Arya lets out a curse as Jon gets the better of her, one that has Sansa snorting in amusement and makes Lady Brienne squawk. The larger woman immediately orders Arya to run around the edge of the courtyard ten times as penance for her cursing. To her credit though, Arya doesn't even complain. She merely knuckles down and immediately does as she's told.
Sansa watches for only a moment longer before turning back from the balcony and stepping back into the Royal Bedchambers. The scene that greets her inside has not really changed since she stepped away.
SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
"Well, you two? Are you ready to forgive yourselves yet?"
Whimpering mewls and reddened asses greet Axel Baratheon's questioning tone as the King of Westeros stares at Margaery Tyrell and Tyene Sand. The two women are currently bent over the bed with their hands tied behind their backs, their dresses hiked up around their waists, and their buttocks on full display.
As Sansa moves to sit next to Arianne, the two pregnant women share an amused glance with one another. Funnily enough, this… disciplining was not because Tyene and Margaery failed to see Daenerys' takeover of Dragonstone coming.
Technically, they both had their part to play in the intelligence failure. Margaery and Olenna's spy network was stronger here in Westeros, while Tyene's was stronger in Essos. The Tyrell women had been convinced that nobody in Westeros was planning to betray Axel any time soon. After all, who would dare?
Meanwhile, Tyene had been convinced that she knew exactly how far away Daenerys and her fleet was, and that the trap down in Dorne was perfectly set with no possibility of error.
And then several Coastal Crownland Lords had gone and betrayed their King and Daenerys and her fleet had managed to sneak all the way to Dragonstone ahead of schedule. Yes, in the end both Tyene and Margaery had been wrong… but as it turned out, it was mostly because of forces outside of their control.
"We failed you, Your Grace…"
"We need to make it up to you…"
Axel huffs and rolls his eyes, shaking his head at their answers.
"You didn't fail me. You were caught off guard by actual fucking magic. Daenerys has told me herself that the only reason they didn't fall for the trap in Dorne was because the Red Priestess Melisandre beseeched the Lord of Light and received visions on how to slip through your nets."
Tyene and Margaery share a mulish glance at that, but Axel isn't done yet.
"She also apparently knew exactly which Lords of the Crownlands to contact and which to not so that none alerted us ahead of time. They only sent messages to lords who of course held Targaryen Loyalties and who would leap at the chance to turn their cloaks if they saw the possibility of a Targaryen Resurgence."
Because of course that was the cause of their near downfall. Daenerys didn't just have three massive dragons on her side. She didn't just have sorcery either. Apparently, she had a woman who could see the future and navigate perfectly through the choppiest of waters to get Daenerys to Westeros safely.
Growling, Axel reaches out and palms both Tyene and Margaery's bared asses, giving them a solid squeeze apiece that makes the two women yelp from the stinging sensation. Then, he leans forward between them, his tone becoming gentler.
"Yes, you both failed me. Just as I failed you."
Tyene goes to protest that, but Axel silences her with a kiss. Then, he kisses Margaery as well for good measure, leaving them both speechless after he's done. Sansa can't help feeling a small bit of jealousy at the sight. Axel really is a very, very good kisser.
But as tempted as she is to call him over so she can receive a kiss as well, Sansa knows that it would disrupt the moment that he's currently having with Margaery and Tyene. So instead she simply exchanges a commiserating glance with Arianne and the two pregnant Queens settle in to continue watching the show.
Tyene looks at Margaery then and smirks.
"We will just have to do better next time. Until even divine foresight cannot beat us."
Margaery looks surprised for a moment by the olive branch… and then smirks right back.
"Hmph. I suppose we will."
Sansa shares another glance with Arianne, even as Axel smiles down at both women. Did… Tyene and Margaery just finally find common ground over this situation? It was something that the two Queens had talked about privately with one another a number of times over the last several months, but they'd never quite figured out how to make it happen. Margaery and Tyene could be civil, sure, but they never really got along.
Now though… well, even Axel seems to think this means they're friends now, because he suddenly flips Tyene over onto her back and then deposits Margaery on top of her. Both young women freeze at the sudden change in position, until a moment later Margaery is moaning up a storm as Axel sinks his cock into her from behind.
"Good. Now I can give you both your reward!"
The 'both' part becomes clear in a second when Axel pulls out of Margaery and then thrusts into Tyene, before pulling out of Tyene and thrusting back into Margaery. He starts off slow, but it becomes apparent rather quickly that that's only because he's easing them both into it after spanking their asses red like he did.
Soon enough, Axel is moving between Margaery and Tyene at faster and faster speeds, until it's almost like he's fucking them both at the same exact time rather than alternating between them. Certainly, the way that they both moan and shudder at one another makes it clear neither is being neglected in any way.
Sansa can't help but smile when Margaery and Tyene, staring into one another's eyes as waves of pleasure overwhelm them, finally give into their urges and come together in a proper embrace. Their mouths smash against one another and their tongues soon start to dance as Arianne giggles at Sansa's side.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
As the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, Axel giving the two women all the pleasure they could ever want and bringing them to the heights of ecstasy, Sansa watches on with a smile, glad to see that things are finally on the mend. Of course, not everything is perfect just yet. There's still much to do. For instance…
Sansa's eyes move over to a certain section of the wall… and her lips curl up into a wicked smirk at what she sees there. It's barely visible if you don't know what you're looking for, and she's confident that Axel has no idea about it, but she and Arianne… well, they know.
Reaching over, the Northern woman touches her fellow Queen lightly on the arm and once she has Arianne's attention, she tilts her head over at the wall quietly. Arianne looks over at where she's gesturing… and her own eyes go wide as she notices what Sansa has noticed. A bright yet also wicked grin spreads across Arianne's face and she can't help but giggle some more.
Sansa just smirks, at the sight of a set of beautiful violet eyes peeking into the room and staring right at the bed where Axel is currently fucking Margaery and Tyene.
Of course, eventually Daenerys' eyes sweep back over to Sansa and Arianne… only to go wide when she sees that they're both looking right at her. A moment later and the violet eyes disappear, the open slot in the wall closing back up immediately.
When Sansa and Arianne had given the last Targaryen instructions for how to spy on them and Axel in bed, Sansa hadn't been sure that anything would come of it. For all her purported power, Daenerys had seemed largely timid during their meeting with her. She had also looked incredibly caught out by their advice, like she could scarcely believe they were suggesting she peep on them and the King having sex.
And yet, she'd come and looked in on them all the same, making it abundantly clear that at the end of the day, Daenerys was just like them. She liked women well enough, but what she really wanted… was a big fat cock. Heh, and the funny part was, she didn't even know yet that Axel Baratheon's cock was the biggest, fattest, and best cock of all.
Sansa and Arianne exchange an amused look with one another, knowing that it's only a matter of time before Daenerys and her handmaiden join them and the others in Axel's bed. And sure, there's a little spark of jealousy in Sansa's gut considering she's growing more and more pregnant by the day and Daenerys is extremely beautiful.
… But really, it's no more than the spark of jealousy that comes from watching Axel fuck Margaery and Tyene while she's in this pregnant state of hers. Speaking of which, Axel has flipped the two over at this point, putting Margaery on her back and Tyene on top of the other woman. He's still fucking them both senseless though, his hands roaming over Tyene's ass just like they had on Margaery's.
Sansa bites her lower lip at the sight and after a moment finally gives in to the urge to begin touching herself… after all, Arianne is already doing much the same beside her.
She can't wait to have this baby and shed all this extra weight so that she can once again climb Axel like a tree and have her husband fuck her silly…
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Daenerys can hardly believe that she actually followed their instructions! And to get caught too… her face is bright red all the way back to the guest rooms she's been assigned. As she squirms out of the secret passage though, she's immediately set upon by Missandei.
"How was it? What did you see? Oh… you saw something good, didn't you my Lady?"
Damn it all. Missandei was waiting for her, so Daenerys had no time to compose herself. Squirming for a long moment, she eventually lowers her gaze.
"I… I got caught."
Missandei blinks before frowning slightly.
"By the King?"
Daenerys shakes her head though. As far as she knew, he hadn't known she was there.
"N-No… by the Queens. They saw me watching as he… as he fucked their close confidantes on the bed. It was Lady Margaery Tyrell and Tyene Sand… a-and they were kissing each other as Axel Baratheon took them both at the same time."
Missandei gasps, eyes wide and mouth open at the description.
"O-Oh… oh my. But… didn't the Queens tell you how to reach the royal bedchambers in the first place? So even if they saw you… why did you leave?"
That… Daenerys flushes in embarrassment. That was a rather good question, wasn't it? Technically she could have kept watching since the only ones to catch her were the ones who expected to see her in the first place… but no… no, she shouldn't right? It was just too…
"You're the King's woman now, my Lady. And if the Queens want you to watch, then you should watch."
Maybe Missandei has a point… but at the same time, seeing Axel fucking those women like that has lit a fire in Daenerys that won't be quenched by mere watching. She realizes then the real reason she came back here… because she knew Missandei would be waiting for her.
Her handmaiden's confidence evaporates when Daenerys turns her amorous intent upon her and Missandei ultimately barely gets out a squeak before she has the dark skinned woman on her back on the bed. From there… they don't talk much more about what Daenerys witnessed. In fact, they don't talk at all.
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A/N: Sexy fun times abound~
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