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The Crimson Bastard	By : The-One-Reborn Category: Naruto Crossovers > General Views: 104832 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Well, well, well the third episode might be the worst GOT episode I’ve ever seen, and this goes beyond the Arya killing NK scene. Idk what the showrunners were thinking. This was just as bad as “The Last Jedi.” Anyways on with this then. Also yeah if it wasn’t obvious from the last chapter I’ll say it: I’m a JoJo fan. Expect a lot of references.
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Nero for the hundredth time, or so he guessed, in the day convinced Catelyn Stark that Bran would wake up one day. Done so for a month. He couldn’t blame her; a mother’s mind was always mad when it came to her children. So he left Lady Stark attending to her son.
He was surprised that she honestly came to him for a fucking even after what happened. His seduction technique Soft and Wet was truly, in his mind, a revolutionary technique. At first it had to be done through skin contact. Massages, half a minute of contact or so. Then he started emitting chakra to utilize Soft and Wet into his targets; similar to the killing intent, only this version would induce lust for his victims within five meters. However, much to his own surprise `Soft and Wet actually evolved in his targets according to their own traits.
In the end though, they would be loyal to him. Was it slavery? Perhaps. He didn’t care. What nobody knew wouldn’t hurt them.
“Nero,” Robb’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” he lied. In truth he did have some concerns outside of Soft and Wet. The Three Eyed Raven he saw, the voice, the thousands of eyes, what lay beyond the Wall. He’d been having strange dreams for the month, ever since he healed Bran.
He wasn’t afraid. He’d faced worse when he was younger. When he was Yami he’d felt afraid of Zabuza Momochi; the missing-nin had instilled a sense of fear that no one had ever matched. Hell, he even had a plan to do the whole “Eight Killing Points” thing since he’d taken up swordsmanship. Whatever lay beyond the Wall was interesting, but the thing he felt were still very far.
He’d take care of those problems once they arrived.
“He’s lying,” Theon piped in and took a mouthful of his bread. “What are you thinking about?”
“Bran,” he half-lied and made the air a bit gloomy. “It still doesn’t make sense. He’s climbed higher and never fell.”
“Perhaps he took a wrong step,” Theon added, “He’s still a child.”
“Let’s just hope he gets up quickly,” Nero himself was finished with his food. “It’s odd not having him around here.”
“He will,” Robb added, “He’s a Stark.”
“That he is,” Nero looked around, “Speaking of Starks, where’s Lord Snow?”
“Said he had something to forge,” Robb told him, “Perhaps something for the Wall.”
“They don’t forge women,” Theon japed. “Only thing he’ll shag there are the men.”
“Well at least he won’t puke,” Robb said and Theon grew red. “Oh get over it. You were young.”
“On your first raid,” Nero raised his cup, “To Theon the Raider. May he fuck more and puke less.”
“Hear hear,” Robb drank too.
“Fuck you both,” Theon said. He then grew quiet a bit, “Say you noticed something.”
“About what?” Robb asked as Nero felt someone’s eyes watching them. A bit far to the left. Right behind the door someone stood trying to eavesdrop.
“The Kingslayer,” Theon almost whispered. “First few days he’d been galavanting around like he was King of all the realms. Now he’s all quiet.”
“Perhaps the North got to him,” Robb answered. “Winter is coming.”
“You need to work on your quips,” Nero stood, “and I need to go pay Brother Jon a visit.” Nero got up and walked straight towards the door and he could hear the footsteps quickly drawing away from him.
They stopped and slowly started to head back towards the door. As he stepped out of the threshold he saw the Queen, Cersei Lannister stand there a bit surprised. It was in her eyes. “Your grace,” he bowed. “A lovely morning to you.”
“Yes it is, though I suppose the North has seen worse mornings,” Cersei Lannister’s voice was sweet on his ears. There was a sense of power in it, along with pride. Lots of pride.
“The royal family graces us with their presence,” Nero continued, “I’m sure Winterfell will rarely have such a great honor again.” She smiled a bit, very lightly. She must be the power hungry type.
“What was your name again?” she asked him as two guards approached her. Where they heck were they all this time? “My brother mentioned you. Said you were interesting.”
“Which one, your Grace?” Nero asked and saw a spark of distaste in her eyes. Perhaps it was because of Tyrion. He could understand.
“Ser Jaime,” she continued, “I wonder why he said that. You don’t seem that interesting.” Nero sighed lightly through his nose before focusing his vision on Cersei.
Soft and Wet, he muttered in his mind. Chakra leaked out of his body in light breezes mixing with the light chill in the air. Then from all sides they attacked her, she didn’t feel a thing. The small particles were going through her body, being absorbed by her skin. He decided to take the long road with this one. “Perhaps you’ll find me interesting too, your Grace.”
“I doubt it,” she stepped by him and stopped. With green eyes and a face that men would fight to kiss looked at him, Cersei Lannister spoke. “You never did tell me your name.”
“Nero Rivers.”
“Rivers,” she said the word with distaste. Perhaps the Queen wasn’t fond of bastards. “Shouldn’t you be in the Riverlands?”
“Lord Stark brought me to Winterfell when I was a child,” Nero felt another pair of eyes on him.
“Are you another one of his bastards?” Cersei looked eager. “The honorable Lord Eddard Stark seems to have more stains on him than the realm thought.”
“He is not, though I wish he were,” Nero stated and for a moment he could feel the guards around the Queen be more aware. “Lord Stark spared me of a cruel fate, and raised me among his children while my own father was doing what he enjoyed.”
“And what would that be?”
“Drinking, fighting, other distasteful things.”
“Who is your father?” Cersei Lannister stared hard into his deep blue eyes.
“He’s a friend of Lord Stark, or so he told me,” Nero said nothing more. He then bowed, “If you’ll excuse me, your Grace. I’ll leave you now.” Whether Cersei Lannister wanted to say more or not, he didn’t know. She left with her guards and then out of the corner of the walls out came Arya.
“She’s rude,” Arya said. “Can you believe Sansa actually wants to be like her?”
“Well, you wanted to join the Night’s Watch when you were younger,” Nero ruffled her hair. She and Bran hated that and he loved it. “So you shouldn’t be so high and mighty with your words.”
“If I’d joined I’d be Lord Commander,” she said with confidence.
“Lady Commander actually,” he corrected her. “When that happens White Walkers can be killed by children and fat men,” picking her up and he gave her a piggy back ride. She didn’t complain. “You know Winterfell will be weird without a few of you around. You’ll be going with Lord Stark and Sansa. Jon’s heading to the Wall. It’ll be so boring here.”
“You can come with us!” Arya declared, her eyes shining like stars. “I’ll tell father and—”
“Don’t,” Nero said and Arya pouted. “I don’t think I’d like it down there. They say King’s Landing smells like the privy.”
“Eww,” Arya shivered a bit and tightly clung to him, “Why am I even going there?”
“You’re the Hand’s daughter now,” Nero opened the door and put her on her bed, he sat beside her. “You’ll have to act like a lady and all that. Plus, Lord Stark might even get you married. I’m sure you’ll grow up to a beautiful one.”
“I don’t want to be a lady, and I’m not pretty. Not like Sansa,” Arya complained. “I don’t like it. I’d rather be a knight.” Nero chuckled a bit. “It’s cause I’m a girl isn’t it?”
“Kind of,” Nero explained. “Westeros tradition dictates that men will rule and women follow. Not always the best of ideas considering what Aegon the Unworthy did once.”
“I want to be like Rhaenys,” she lifted an invisible sword, “and wield a Valyrian blade like Darksister. Only mine will be…Darkstar.”
“Yes, and I’ll be king of the Seven Kingdoms when that happens,” Nero dryly added. He then noticed something odd about the bed. The corner that is. Nero pointed at the raised sheet, “What’s that?”
“Nothing,” Arya quickly got up and sat there, trying to hide whatever it was. She wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
“Arya.”
“It’s nothing!” Arya tried to defend herself. Nero stared at her a few more times before he sighed, then she sighed. Finally she lifted the sheets and showed him what lay beneath: a small sword. Too small. Nero unsheathed it and observed the work.
“It’s very light,” he weighed it in his hand before making rapid slashes in the air. Arya seemed to enjoy it. “Not the kind of sword we use. It can’t pierce through mail and armor.”
“Then it’s useless?!” Arya looked shocked and depressed.
“I never said that,” Nero sheathed the sword. “What I’m saying is you can’t use this sword the way knights of Westeros do. You’ll have to figure out a style that suits you.”
“Like what?”
“Not sure,” Nero thought for a second and looked at Arya. “Perhaps water dancing.”
“I’m not dancing! I want to learn how to use a sword,” Arya said before getting a light smack on her head, which still hurt in her opinion. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I wasn’t finished,” Nero continued, “Water Dancing is a form of swordsmanship that Braavosi knights use. So I’ve heard at least. Quick, nimble and precise, it could be good for you.”
“Really?” her eyes shone.
“Yes, really.” Arya laughed and hugged him. “Now, who made you that sword? I know that’s Mikken’s work, but who gave it to you?”
“Jon,” Arya seemed disappointed, she rested against him. “I wish he wouldn’t go.”
“I did try to convince him,” Nero put an arm around her. “Sometimes life just doesn’t go the way we want it to. Lord Stark will be Hand of the King, Sansa will be Queen, you’ll get married to a Lord one day, Jon will became First Ranger, maybe more. Robb will be Lord of Winterfell. Bran will grow up to be a knight. Rickon will, well he’ll do something. I’m sure it’ll be fun.”
“What about you?”
“Me?” Nero thought about it for a minute. “I don’t know really. Maybe I’ll travel across the Narrow Sea. Maybe become a sellsword, or take over a Dothraki khalasar. I’ll figure something out.”
“I could ask Father to make you a knight,” Arya said and kept blabbering on and on. Nero tried to say something, but he realized something. For someone who didn’t want to be a lady, Arya was very pretty. There was a natural grace to her, no doubt it would blossom in a few years and so he took her on his lap and started stroking her hair. She grew confused. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t you remember? I used to do this when you were smaller,” he patted her head, followed by a small kiss. “I will dearly miss you, Arya Underfoot.”
Then he began lacing chakra on his fingers and emitted it through her body. Soft and Wet was already inside her and as the years would go by, it would develop more with her making her look at him with lust and affection Hell he could still access it then. He realized something. Arya’s little butt was very cute and soft despite the clothing she wore and he decided to activate his technique’s most lethal part.
“Hey Arya,” he whispered in her ear.
“What?” she looked at him narrowed eyes.
“Soft and Wet — Love Brain,” in truth he didn’t need to say it out loud. Then Arya’s eyes rolled up and she started smiling. A blush covered her face and her tongue hung out.
She got up and kissed Nero full on his lips, it was sloppy but it worked as his tongue intertwined with hers. He ran his hands across her ass cheeks, before pulling down her pants. He slipped his finger inside her butt and she shivered. It twirled around inside her before he took it out and she kept licking it. No doubt she would be great lay in a few years. “Who are you?”
“I’m your little bitch,” Arya much like her mother got down on all fours, but only she stretched out her cute little asshole to him. “Please use me. Clog my hole.”
“Not today,” he then mentally commanded her to get on the bed and she did so. Nero took a close look at her butt and caressed it. Arya blushed at his actions. She put on her pants and sat on his lap until she was normal again. Then she felt her head feeling a bit heavy. “Arya, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she replied after her vertigo stopped. “I don’t know what happened though.” Then Nero got up and left with a smile on his face. He’d always planned to make both of Eddard Stark’s daughters his playthings.
Yes it was a horrible thing, but he’d protect them. His toys were his things after all, and he’d take care of them. Then he came across the one man he didn’t want to meet. Someone he’d been avoiding for over a month.
Robert Baratheon stood in front of the boy with half a glass of wine in his hand. Blue eyes found one another. He finished the cup in his hand, motioning for the squire to take it. Out of the corner Eddard Stark came out and he looked on with wide eyes.
Nero bowed, “Your Grace.”
“Get up,” Robert Baratheon’s voice was manly and raspy. He took a closer look at the bastard before laughing loudly. Ned Stark had arrived just in time. “Gods damn you, Ned Stark. You’re good.”
“Your Grace.” The King raised his hand cutting of Ned Stark.
“On to your chambers. There’s something I need to talk about. You too.” Robert looked at Nero and he followed. Lord Stark’s room was comfy, Nero liked it better when Catelyn was naked in bed.
“Your Grace-”
“Say my name, Ned,” Robert sat on the bed with a refilled cup. “I don’t see guards around, or a court of people.”
“Robert,” Eddard Stark began, “you’ve sired a lot of children. He was the first I knew, and I couldn’t leave him behind.”
“What’s your name?” the King asked him.
“Nero Rivers, your Grace.” The Crimson Bastard kept a blank face. Robert Baratheon’s eyes scanned him head to foot.
“Who’s the mother?” Nero didn’t care, but a part of him did feel insulted. The least he expected from Robert Baratheon was to remember the woman died giving birth to his bastard.
“Irena Tully,” Eddard Stark said and Robert Baratheon laughed.
“I forgot about bedding her,” the King looked at him, “You look a lot like me, but I think I remember her too. Red hair. Yes. That makes you a highborn bastard. I think I saw the Kingslayer speak with you once. He’s never talked this much with me, yet he found you interesting. Even the Imp found you a curious little shit. Tell me Nero Rivers, what exactly did you do to bewitch them like that?”
Eddard Stark gave him a look and Nero lightly nodded. “I only spoke the truth, your Grace.”
“Of course you did,” Robert Baratheon laughed again, “Eddard Stark raised you after all. He’s always been better than me. I still think he should’ve been king and not me.”
“If that will be all, your Grace,” Nero said, “May I leave?”
“Nero Rivers,” Robert Baratheon repeated his name, as if seeing how it sounded off of his tongue. “Did you know when I bedded Irena Tully?”
“Robert!” Eddard Stark looked incensed. “Bastard or not, he’s a boy still, and don’t talk like that. You’re the King.”
“Back then I was a rebel,” the King continued not giving any heed to his friend’s advice. Nero could see how the Hand’s future would go in the South. “I was younger, stronger and women everywhere wanted a bit of the stag in them. Your mother, Irena,” Robert laughed half-drunkenly. “I bedded her the same night Ned got married. There was no way I was letting him get one over me, especially on that night.” Ned Stark looked at his friend with disappointing eyes. There was a bit of disgust too.
“Nero, you can leave us.” Lord Stark tried to excuse him. The King shat and the Hand wiped. Nero himself didn’t want to hear this. Not from Robert Baratheon at least. As soon as he took his first step, Robert spoke.
“I don’t think he can,” Robert’s voice had more authority. “Besides from what I’ve heard this one can fight. Imagine my surprise when I happen to see the Crimson Bastard turn out to be a making of my doings.” He wheezed more. “Tell me, boy. What do you want out of life?”
Nero looked at the King with blank blue eyes. “Nothing.” Both Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark looked shocked at his words.
“Nothing?!” The King looked almost angry at him. “Everybody wants something. They always want something.”
“I’m a bastard born from blood,” Nero looked at the King straight in his eyes. “I was supposed to be in the Riverlands doing Gods know what, I wasn’t supposed to be raised by Lord Stark. Despite losing my mother, I got more than what any bastard deserved. So, yes. I’m happy with what I have. If there comes a time when I want something,” he paused and the blue in his eyes shone, “I’ll take it, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Gods and the Others be damned if they stand in my path.”
“He’s got a mouth this one,” Robert said, his eyes looked a bit darker. He then started laughing. “I like him. Go on, you little shit. Off with you.” Nero said took his leave and went to his room, he sighed a bit. He’d almost lost his cool there. Hopefully this wouldn’t be of any consequence.
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Nero watched as Jon prepared his horse. He wouldn’t be seeing the fellow bastard for some time. Jon had already said goodbye to everyone in Winterfell save him, Robb and Eddard Stark. He watched as Robb and Jon hugged each other. They were brothers, no matter what Catelyn said. After a few more words Jon and Nero stood face to face.
Among everyone he’d met in this world, Nero could truly say that Jon Snow was the one he cared about the most. As if they brothers born from the same womb.
“Here we are, Brother Jon,” Nero said and both of them chuckled. “Snow and Rivers finally part.”
“The wolves will be crying tonight,” Jon remarked.
“Aye, they will,” Nero hugged Jon, “Try not to melt down the Wall while you’re there.”
“Try not to stab yourself out of boredom,” they broke the hug. “I will miss you, Brother Nero.”
“And I you, Brother Jon. Now go kill some fucking wildlings,” and like that he watched as Jon got up on his horse. “One last thing, if you do find a woman you like make sure you don’t look away this time.” Jon Snow could only chuckle at his words as he left.
“He’s making a mistake,” Robb said as Jon Snow rode out of Winterfell, forever forsaken to guarding a Wall filled with rapists and thieves. “Do you think if I send a letter he’ll come back?”
“What sort of letter?”
“One that says Bran wants to see him,” Robb smirked a bit. “It might work.”
“Jon is as stubborn as Lord Stark,” Nero and Robb talked more along the way until a familiar Lannister stood in their way.
“Lord Stark,” the Kingslayer greeted Robb and looked at him, “Rivers.”
“Ser Jaime, we thought you left with his grace.” Robb asked, he was acting Lord of Winterfell now. “Along with everyone else.”
“I would have,” Jaime Lannister smiled, “but the his grace wanted me here. Gave me a task worthy of a Kingsguard.”
“And what task is that, may I ask?” Robb did not like the Lannisters. Nero could tell, hell anyone could tell. Child-murderers, oathbreakers and kingslayers were slighted upon in the North, much more so in Winterfell.
“His Grace wants Nero Rivers at the capital.”
“What?” Nero looked confused as Jaime Lannister’s smile widened further. “I don’t understand.”
“His Grace, King Robert of the House Baratheon, wants you, Nero Rivers, to go to King’s Landing. You’ll be a squire.”
“Why aren’t you with the King?” Robb asked, he seemed almost angry. Nero himself felt bristled. First the King tells him how he fucked his mother reborn, then has the gall to send someone else to order him to that shitstain of a city. “You should be protecting him.”
“Oh he’ll be fine, the King said it himself,” Jaime Lannister was enjoying this and Robb’s visible frustration only inspired him to do more. “We’ll leave tomorrow, Rivers. Get everything in order.” With those words he left and both young men stood there.
“He’s lying,” Robb said. “He has to be.”
“I don’t think so,” Nero replied. He had told Robb, Theon and Jon about his meeting with the King this morning. Robert Baratheon did seem a man who often did things without thinking them through. “He wouldn’t have stayed if it was a lie.”
“I don’t like this,” Robb clenched his fist. “First Father leaves with Sansa and Arya. Then Jon goes to Wall. And now, you?” Nero could relate. The whole Stark family was being split apart.
“I’ll have to get things in order,” Nero said and quickly went to his room. It didn’t make sense all of this. He’d planned to sleep all day today and then fuck Catelyn at night. He made a Shadow Clone to get his things in order and to keep up appearances. For now duty called. Booty duty.
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A loud smack was heard in the room as Catelyn Stark came again on the floor by the side of the bed. Her ass was red and stinging from pain. Nero Rivers had been fucking her for hours.
When she heard he was leaving she felt almost distraught. Her son was still not awake, her daughters gone with her husband, and now her lover would be gone.
Yes, she knew that Nero bedded other women, but it didn’t matter! She needed him. Inside her. She couldn’t live without it. Nero convinced her with his honey words and sweet promises that he would be back. She believed him. Nero would never lie to her.
So she asked him to fuck her before he left. To fill her up so much she would remember it for a long time.
Again Nero brought down his hand on her cheek. His slap made her whole body shake, as his fingers teased both her holes. Another hand cupped and fondled her breasts. Catelyn arched back, leaning against him. He lined his manhood against her virtue before sliding in.
It was tight, wet and hot. He drilled into her like a spear into flesh. His manhood menacingly throbbed inside her. She squealed and squirmed. His hips slapped against her buttocks making ripples travel along her body.
“Aaah!” she cried out as she came, spraying her juice over his cock as it dripped down along his balls and then to the floor. Nero thought her screams would wake up Bran from his coma. Nero only ravaged her insides further, she kept screaming and moaning until…Nero stopped.
“Why did you-mmph!” Nero clasped her mouth as she heard the door open. She heard footsteps and fear overtook her, but also excitement.
Then Nero naked as he was stood up and he looked intrigued. “Who the fuck are you?” Then she saw how someone jumped on the bed, but Nero grabbed him by the arm and with vicious strength slammed him on the ground. The man was going to scream, but Nero kicked him on his head as it hit the ground and he clutched his bleeding head.
Nero sensed where his clone was. Good, he’s back in the room, then Nero carefully kicked the man in the gut as he dropped his dagger. Nero immediately picked it up.
“Valyrian steel,” he twirled it around in his hands before holding it against his throat, “who sent you?”
“I don’t know.” It was all he said before Nero punched him, again and again and again. Catelyn grew wetter at the sight.
There was something so good about Nero’s strength. It made her feel weak. It made her feel hot and sticky. She crawled on all fours, mostly because her legs were tired from being fucked so much. She tugged at his legs and Nero smiled.
“You still haven’t got an answer?” Nero asked him and the man said the same thing. “Who gave you this dagger? If you tell me, you’ll get a reward.”
“Fuck off,” the assassin said and Nero stabbed him in the knee and twisted the dagger making him scream. “I DON’T KNOW! SOME FUCKER IN A CLOAK GAVE IT TO ME! WANTED THE BOY DEAD!” Nero retracted the blade from his flesh.
“Well, you’re not lying,” Nero said before cutting his throat in a swift motion. Blood splurged out and the man fell, spasming on the ground. Nero then picked up Catelyn by her hips before kissing her. “Now where were we?” And the room was filled with Catelyn Stark’s screams and Nero’s grunts. When they had finally ended, Nero’s seed had been flowing out of her cunt, her bum and mouth.
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It was after sometime they were done screwing each other that Nero called the others. Catelyn willingly cut her hand a bit to make things look more dire. The remaining members of House Stark, minus one little Rickon, and Nero along with Maester Luwin held council in the Lord’s chambers. Catelyn had already told him of the letter Lysa had sent, now they all knew it. Except for the part where
“I’ll have the Kingslayer in the dungeons,” Robb said, he was furious. “Maybe they’re the reason why Bran fell in the first place.”
“Robb, if you do that, Tywin Lannister will wage war.” Catelyn told him. She was right. Tywin Lannister was not someone to be trifled with. “And don’t forget, your father and sisters are there. Starks don’t fare well in the South.”
“The Kingslayer must know something,” Theon was also present, there was a glint in his eyes. “We could wring it out of him.”
“Think clearly for a moment, Theon,” Nero spoke. “If the Kingslayer knew, or let’s say he did send someone to kill Bran. Why would he stay here? No, Lannisters are far more clever than that.”
“You’re right, Nero,” old Maester Luwin said, “It seems to unlikely to happen. Perhaps someone else sent the killer. But who?”
“Regardless,” Robb spoke, his lordly instincts shone, “we’ll double the guards and I’ll have eyes on the Kingslayer.”
“I’ll do that for you,” Nero said and everyone looked astounded.
“You don’t mean to go, do you?” Catelyn Stark sounded worried. “If Jaime Lannister is involved in all of this, he could kill you on the Kingsroad.”
“My Lady, have some faith in me,” Nero assured her. “Besides it’s the only thing I can do. It is the King’s decree, and honestly, I’ll be more at ease when I see Lord Stark and the girls safe in front of my eyes.”
More talks ensued and after everyone left, Nero snuck back into Catelyn’s room. She hugged him and begged him to protect her girls.
“Don’t worry, Kitty,” Nero caressed her face and kissed her, “I’ll protect the girls.”
“Thank you,” she kissed him back, “do that and I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yes,” she said, “anything you ask.”
It was time to test how far Soft and Wet had truly taken hold of her. “Very well, I want your girls.”
“What?” Catelyn seemed confused.
“Sansa and Arya,” Nero said squeezing her breast as she moaned, “I want them when they grow older. I’ll treat them just like how I treat you. I’ll fuck them and use them. I will fill every hole they have and you will like it.”
Catelyn said nothing as she kept enjoying the way her breasts were being handled. Finally she spoke, “You can have them,” she said. “But never leave me.”
It was all Nero needed to hear.
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“Remind me, why are we here again?” Jaime Lannister asked him as they dined at an inn. They’d left Winterfell days ago and were getting late. Jaime knew who the bastard’s father was, everyone could once they took a very close look at Nero. The resemblance to Robert and Renly were clear, as were some other features he couldn’t remember.
The Kingslayer also was getting tired of the looks the small folk gave him. Especially the ones here. Firstly, he did not like this inn. It was beneath him. Secondly, the white cloak was getting dirty; in his mind he didn’t want more dirt on it. Thirdly, Nero Rivers was enjoying his frustration.
“I told you before, Ser Jaime,” Nero said, “I was born here, but the only time I was here was when I was still a babe. Lord Stark took me to the North after this.”
“I never thought you’d cling so much to where you were born,” the knight said as he finished his own meal. “But I have to ask, must you fuck a whore every town we go to?”
“It’s not my fault,” Nero looked offended. “You’ve seen them, I don’t even offer any coins.”
Jaime Lannister sighed. It was true. The boy was indeed handsome as his father was in his younger days and the red wild hair only attracted more of the opposite sex. Jaime was tired that he was not getting to King’s Landing earlier, yes, but in some part he was enjoying this. Nero Rivers respected him as a knight, treated him like a friend—oddly enough.
There was a charm about him. Something magnetic. Robert had it when he was younger, Jaime had seen it clearly during the Greyjoy Rebellion, but not like this. The boy got along well with smallfolk and had been properly taught to speak with nobles by Ned Stark.
For a moment Jaime had been worried. Worried that Robert Baratheon had found out about him and Cersei. The children. Jaime had half a mind to kill the boy if there was a whisper of him being legitimized. Nero Rivers certainly looked like Robert Baratheon with slight differences. There was almost a deadly beauty about him, grace and composure that Robert lacked.
Regardless, despite him taking a liking to the boy, he was no different than Bran. Only instead of an empty handed push, there would be a sword that drove through his chest. If it comes down to it, Jaime reminded himself.
“Ser Jaime,” Nero asked after gulping down some wine. “What was he like?”
“Who?”
“Rhaegar Targaryen,” Nero answered. “All I hear about him in the North is how he kidnapped Lady Lyanna, dishonoring her. Yet that’s all I hear. Nothing more. The Mad King’s tales, now those come in heaps.”
“Why are you so interested?” Jaime asked him. The Kingsguard was a bit taken aback. Only a handful of people asked him and Lord Commander Barristan Selmy about the Targaryens , and most of them talked nothing but shit.
“It doesn’t make sense,” Nero continued, “The man was married, had two children, and would eventually replace that mad despot on the Throne. Yet he did something like that.”
“Nobody understood Rhaegar Targaryen,” Jaime found himself comfortable talking about it. “The Prince would roam King’s Landing. Go down to Flea Bottom with his harp, pretend to be a singer and gather coins.”
Nero snickered a bit. “Was there a lack of gold in their vault?”
“No,” Jaime smiled a bit, fondly remembering his better days with the Kingsguard. “Prince Rhaegar was different. Always kept to himself, but there was something about him that nobody else had.”
“What was that?”
Jaime thought about it for a second. “Loyalty. Prince Rhaegar inspired loyalty in others. When he died on the Trident, the war was truly lost.”
They spoke more at length and soon both were off to their rooms. Jaime Lannister couldn’t sleep, Nero’s room was right next to his and it was loud. He tried hard, but the girl’s moans and screams were getting to him and his mind drifted to Cersei. Her beautiful hair, her soft flesh, her sweet voice.
He pictured himself taking her and then it was gone. The things his sweet sister would do when he went inside her. When they became one.
He tried to picture her face, hear her voice and imagine the sweet release of soon returning to King’s Landing and going back to his regular life: guarding a pig of a king, and fucking his sister.
However, those thoughts faded as a scream of pleasure was all he heard.
Nothing more than another whore, Jaime told himself. Whores were paid to service, and they would do anything to get what their coin was worth. Either this whore was inexperienced or Nero paid her too much coin to scream this loud. If this kept up they wouldn’t be able to get up at dawn.
“The things I do for the realm,” Jaime swore under his breath as he left his room and headed towards Nero’s. It wasn’t even locked. “The boy’s careless.” He opened the door and stood quietly.
Jaime Lannister always considered himself to be perfect or something close to it. Very rarely he’d been jealous of another man; the only ones he envied were Rhaegar Targaryen, Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Barristan Selmy.
Now he stumbled upon something barbaric and trivial, yet he felt jealousy rising. Nero’s member was long, hard and thick. The length of it was greater than his and was slipping in and out of the whore’s cunt smoothly.
He watched as Nero Rivers fucked a young girl around his age on the bed. Nero was behind her and pounding away into her furiously.
“Keep going!” the whore begged him. He used a hand to grope one of her teats while the other smacked her arse, the cheeks were bright red. She was on all fours, but rose up a bit leaning against him.
“Harder!” And to his shock Nero Rivers did go in harder. In and out his giant prick stabbed her womb. Their bodies were sweating and the girl’s breasts danced as he thrust into her each time.
He could see tears at the corner of her eyes, a silly smile that made her seem a fool, and eyes that were rolling up. Her body shivered and quivered. He stopped and got on top of her, spreading her legs wide and high as he fucked her and Jaime felt an odd sensation of admiration for this brutal display.
“OOOOHHH!”
He had her completely in his palms. Up and down their loins went. His cock was squelching inside her, Jaime could tell. His fingers squeezed around her breast and thigh, it made her shiver and burn. Her cunt was drenched and itching-aching-tingling-pulsing if the wet spots in the sheets were proof enough, her nipples were stiff and pointed to cut glass.
Nero squeezed her thigh, running a hand up and down the creamy, ruddy flesh. He groped her teat, mashing and squashing it with a firm hold. He bent his head and bit on her neck, sucking hard and making her writhe, marking her.
Jaime felt the blood go to his groin, his cock was clenching and throbbing, a palpable pain gripping his manhood. Testicles ached with a longing to release. His heart raced in his chest, and his breath was hitching, his entire mind welded to this gold experience.
“Oh Gods!” the whore screamed as Nero looked smirked before slamming his lips against hers. She was in heaven and Jaime Lannister himself felt grow more excited at the sight. Nero was not stopping and Jaime had not stopped staring for some time now. Twelve inches of steeled flesh was ruining the girl and she was loving every moment of it. The bed creaked and to his surprise, Nero picked up even more speed and squeezed her tits. Jaime’s anticipation grew and he longed to see the end to this extravagant show. The girl screamed again and Nero sheathed himself deep inside her as she shook and whimpered and moaned his name and the Gods. She shook a bit more before closing her eyes and smiling.
Jaime watched as Nero pulled out of her and white, sticky and hot fluid gushed out of her cunt. Nero’s seed had filled her whole and thought for certain the girl would be with child. The boy ran a hand through his disheveled hair and sat. He looked at Jaime and his eyes widened. He pulled a sheet over himself and the whore. “Ser Jaime.” He said, “What are you doing here?”
Jaime Lannister stopped himself from stuttering. He sighed and composed himself. “I came,” he paused, “to tell you to calm yourself a bit. We’ll be leaving at dawn and you’re doing this all night.”
“Apologies, Ser Jaime,” Nero smiled a bit as the whore’s hand looked around for him. The boy pulled her closer as her breasts mashed against his well-built chest. “I grew too excited.”
“Don’t be so careless,” Jaime said and as he turned around he felt something sticky inside his pants. He looked down to see a great wet stain covering the pants of his small clothes. Carefully he took small steps and headed out of the door, before closing it he said, “And close the door next time.” Jaime went to change and couldn’t believe what had just happened. Did he truly… He tried hard not to think about it, but it was hard to forget. He’d never seen a man fuck a woman with that much raw intent. Nero Rivers looked as if this was the only thing that mattered in the world. His cock was big, bigger than his own, and it went all inside the whore. He slept late, with thoughts of what had happened plaguing his mind. He supposed it was because he and Cersei had not been with each other since Bran fell that made him like this. He assured himself, it was just that.
The next morning Nero Rivers was surprisingly prepared well before him. He didn’t look tired at all and they were soon out of the inn after breaking fast. However, he was surprised when he found another person waiting by Nero’s horse, which had a funny name. It was a woman and she looked familiar.
“What’s going on?” Jaime asked him as the beautiful woman laughed at something Nero said.
“Right,” Nero looked apologetic and stepped closer to Jaime, “She’s the one from last night. The one you caught me in with bed.”
Jaime tried to not remember the images and words. He failed. They were burned into his mind. “What about her?”
“She’s going to King’s Landing too,” Nero explained and looked at Ser Jaime with a somewhat serious look. “I didn’t appreciate what you did last night. You should’ve left.”
“I didn’t want to see it,” Jaime said, but he had enjoyed watching them, watching Nero fuck that girl silly. “And I apologize for it.”
“If you let her travel with us to King’s Landing,” Nero said, “I’ll forget you were there.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Of course not,” Nero raised his hands in a defensive manner, “It’s only a favor I’m asking for. Once she gets to King’s Landing she’ll be on her own.”
Jaime sighed and grew annoyed. Part of him wanted to say no, like how his father often said that word. Yet he couldn’t. He needed to get out of Riverrun quickly and back to Cersei as soon as he could. If this meant travelling with a whore then so be it. He’d been in camps before where whores had roamed about, this was no different.
“Fine,” Jaime said and looked at Nero smile almost childishly. It was annoying. “Let’s not waste daylight.”
“Thank you m’lord,” the whore spoke at last as she bowed her head. She had an accent that wasn’t from Westeros. Perhaps she was an Essosi. It seemed likely. Jaime waved his hand and got up on his horse as Nero and the whore rode on Valkyrie—silly name.
They journey was mostly smooth, then they’d stopped for lunch on the Kingsroad. Nero had gone out to get game and soon they were eating rabbits. Nero was a decent cook, Jaime would give him that. After they were done with food, Nero excused himself.
Jaime was alone with the whore and he watched how the whore was lying on the ground with no care. Suddenly she caught his eyes and smiled, “Are you enjoying the sight, m’lord?”
“Not much,” Jaime answered. “You’re pretty for a whore, but sadly I don’t bed whores.”
“Of course you don’t, m’lord,” she apologized, her sarcasm was scathing, “Only ladies for lords.”
“You’re a quick one, aren’t you?” Jaime found himself amused. “What’s your name?”
“Shae, m’lord.” As she finished Nero Rivers returned, but not alone. On both his sides stood two Direwolves and Nero looked to be petting them, telling them something before they pounced on him. Jaime wanted to draw his sword and Shae shrieked a bit. But the wolves, they were playing with him. Acting as if they were pups as they licked his face and nuzzled against him.
“Come here, Shae,” Jaime watched as the woman slowly approached him and screamed out of fear while Nero laughed. The Kingsguard took a look around looking for banners, horses and knights. Troupes should’ve been here. If the wolves were here, then where was the King and all his men? Where were Cersei and the children? Nero answered that question. “I only found the wolves, Ser Jaime, and not a soul alive around here.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Jaime Lannister concluded. “If the wolves are here, your Lord Stark and others are too.”
“No one is, not a soul alive,” Nero’s words made Jaime ponder.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I found these two,” Nero patted their heads, “by a tree. I thought I heard howling before and when I found them I knew I was right.”
“And what was so damn interesting about the damn tree?”
“Nothing except there was a boy hanging from its branch,” Nero said and Jaime felt the blue eyes narrow on him. “The boy had left with Lord Stark’s group. He was the butcher’s son. Young lad. I found a hole in his gut and hoof stamps over his body.”
Confusion run amok in his mind as he looked around. “What in Seven Hells happened?”
“I don’t know, Ser Jaime,” Nero answered, “but I will find out.”
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Yeah, that’s it for this chapter. Initially I didn’t have plans for Arya to join the harem, but Jeyne Poole really didn’t fit the mold. So Arya’s in, Jeyne’s out. I think I’ll be getting rid of Taena Merryweather too. Maybe.
Harem (current): Ros, Catelyn, Shae, Sansa (WIP), Arya (WIP).
Harem (future members): Cersei, Melisandre, Margaery, Val, Arianne, Ellaria, Tyene, Daenerys, Missandei, Doreah.
Well make sure to read for mistakes and review this chapter. Let me know what you thought about it. Adios.
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