Lysa Arryn POV
She stood in the Great Hall among with many other nobles and knights and watched as her husband sat on the Iron Throne in his capacity as the Hand of the King and held court.
She had a hard time standing in place due to how sore her pussy was. Not to mention the plug that Stephen had stuffed up her ass this morning. With explicit orders to not remove it as long as he didn't tell her to.
The idea that Stephen was eventually going to fuck her asshole filled her with disgust, shame, and arousal. She was ashamed that he was going to fuck her in that dirty place. And disgusted by how much the thought aroused her.
It has been a week since he took her the first time. And she could still remember each and every moment of that night with crystal clarity.
That night, was one of the worst nights of her life, since she betrayed her dear Petyr by laying with another man. However, that same night also brought her more pleasure than she had ever experienced before in her entire life, combined.
Although she felt ashamed of her actions, she couldn't deny (even to herself) that Stephen Baratheon was a far better lover compared to either Petyr or Jon.
Stephen introduced her to new heights of pleasure that she had never experienced before, taking her in ways she never knew were possible. He lasted longer than she ever thought humanly possible, relentlessly fucking her for hours throughout the night. Making her enjoy every second of it.
After being relentlessly fucked for the entire night, she was certain she would be sore for the next few days. Yet, despite it all, she woke up the next morning feeling better than she had in years.
The minor aches that had plagued her entire body were simply gone, her skin looked healthier, her hair more voluminous and beautiful, and she felt as energetic as she had felt in her childhood.
All this was what convinced her that Stephen's blessings were real. And she'd met him again the next day, alongside her husband, and had asked him to bless her son.
Stephen did so. And within an hour, her son had not only recovered from all his breathing problems, he was also far more lively.
She did not know why the gods favoured someone as immoral and nefarious as Stephen. But she was not going to blame them as long as her son benefitted from that.
She looked at her son in great fondness as he was carried by the maid. Shuffling uncomfortably in her grasp as he gazed all over the Great Hall in order to find something to capture his attention.
Since being blessed, Robyn had become increasingly difficult to manage. He enjoyed exploring his surroundings and was unable to sit still during his lessons. He also incessantly begged her to take him to the city. But despite all of this, she didn't mind his behaviour in the slightest.
Watching him run around was akin to a soothing balm to her soul, filling a void in her heart that she hadn't even realized existed. And although she had to compensate for that blessing by meeting Stephen again that night, and every night thereafter, she didn't mind it at all.
She could still vividly recall their intense lovemaking sessions, closing her eyes and reminiscing about how he lay on top of her in bed. His striking features loomed over her, his crystal blue eyes gazing intently into hers with intense lust as he pumped in and out of her, sending waves of deep pleasure coursing through her body with each thrust.
And despite how much she wanted to deny it to herself. She could not lie about it anymore.
She had grown to cherish their lengthy lovemaking sessions, finding them more pleasurable than anything she had ever experienced before. These moments made her feel more alive than she had ever felt.
The only grievance she could possibly have was that after the third night, he had ceased blessing her, stating that he enjoyed seeing her walk bowlegged. He took satisfaction in knowing that he was the one who had caused it and not anyone else.
She had to lie about her strange way of walking to her husband when he noticed it. Saying that she slipped and hurt her ankle.
It was far more challenging for her to deceive her beloved Petyr about her secret affair. She believed that she shouldn't have to hide anything from him, but she did so anyway. What else could she do? Confess to him that she was being fucked senseless night after night by another man? And that she was enjoying it far more than she ever enjoyed sleeping with him?
No, she couldn't bear the thought of him disliking her because of her actions.
Or that's what she believed at the beginning of the week.
However, after an entire week of being filled by Stephen's seed, the strong love that she had once held for Petyr had... diminished.
Although she still loved Petyr and she still craved his touch, she'd also begun to feel... something, for Stephen. Even if that bastard didn't treat her with love and care at all and made use of her however he wanted.
...Even if that bastard planned to fuck her ass tonight.
The thought made her clench her asshole and wonder how it would feel when he shoves his thick and long dick up her-
A series of harsh coughing brought her out of her thoughts and she turned to see where the sound had come from.
Her eyes fell on the main Dias and she noticed the Queen holding onto the Crown Prince with a worried look on her face. Prince Joffrey recovered from his bout of coughing and gave an annoyed look to his mother for the excessive coddling before he went and stood to the side.
The sight would've been endearing, if she didn't know just what kind of person Prince Joffrey was.
She had witnessed him torment his younger siblings enough times to realize that she must never expose her son to him.
Furthermore, the rumours about him splitting open that poor cat and presenting its unborn kittens to his father had reached her ears as well. Telling her just what kind of monster that boy truly was.
Though she now wondered if the boy was alright. She was pretty sure that she saw some red in the handkerchief he'd coughed into. That couldn't be anything good… could it?
Once again, her thoughts were interrupted as she recognized a familiar voice emanating from the direction of the throne.
She turned and her pussy immediately started gushing at the sight of a well dressed and immaculately groomed Stephen Baratheon standing in front of the Iron Throne.
Her lips went dry as she remembered being bent against over her bed, her moans being muffled into her pillows as he took her from behind like a dog takes her bitch.
Over and over. Deeper and deeper. His hips slapping against her hips until she could barely think properly. Her entire body shuddering with pleasure as she finally came.
"-would you ask of the Iron Throne?" Her husband was asking and she crossed her thighs in order to hold back her arousal as she started paying attention to what was going on.
"Lord Arryn…. Over the past few days, I've taken to visiting the orphanages scattered throughout Kings Landing. And I regret to inform you that those orphanages are in abysmal conditions." Stephen said and she wondered if he actually visited those orphanages or if he was merely making all this up for some nefarious purpose that serve his own interests.
"How abysmal are we talking about?" Her husband asked.
"Very bad, my lord. Due to the recent Ironborn attacks, the Orphanages are overflowing with children. There is little food to go around, so the children are severely malnourished and often retire to bed on an empty stomach."
She felt a wave of sadness pass over her at his words. A sense of guilt overfilling her consciousness as she realised that she had been living such a cozy life up here in the Red Keep while so many children were sleeping on hungry stomachs down in the city.
She looked around and saw that other nobles had been similarly effected by Stephen's words. Some of the ladies even tearing up as they thought of those poor hungry children.
"Those children don't even have access to clean water, let alone food. The water they drink is almost yellowish in colour, due to how dirty it is," Stephen revealed. And then with a gesture, a servant brought forward a glass goblet.
He showed it to everyone in the court and she could see a yellowish fluid contained within it.
'The orphans down in Kings Landing have been drinking this?' She thought with mild horror.
A wave of revulsion passed through her at the mere idea of even having to drink water like that. And with that came another bout of guilt. For having done nothing while those orphans suffered so horribly down there.
"I would challenge any lord or lady, to come forward and dare to drink this water." Stephen said as he showed the goblet to them. "Anyone." He asked as he waved it around. "Anyone? No?"
Stephen gave the goblet back to his servant before he faced her husband once again. "If any of you think that I'm lying about the quality of the water that those orphans are drinking, then I assure you that I'm not. And if you're still skeptical, you're free to go down into the city and check it for yourself."
"We get it. The orphanages are understaffed and poorly funded." The Queen spoke up, her tone reflecting arrogance and disdain toward Stephen's words. "But what of it? The smallfolk have always lived in squalor. It has been this way for centuries, and will remain so for centuries to come. If you have a point to make, Ser Stephen, please do so promptly. The court's time is precious."
She frowned at the Queen's harsh words, even if she felt that they held a slight kernel of truth to them. Even though the Queen wasn't completely correct with her words either.
She has seen numerous small folk in Riverrun as a child. And while they did live in poor conditions compared to the nobles, the conditions of the small folk in this city was far worse.
She'd just never given it any thought about it before this day. And felt a bit guilty for not paying more attention to their suffering.
"Her grace is correct." Stephen said "The orphanages are indeed in dire need of staff and situation is so bad, in fact, that the orphans have not received new clothing in many moons, if not years. Furthermore, there is a severe lack of beds and blankets, forcing the children to sleep in great cold during the nights."
"And what do you want the crown to do about this Ser Stephen?" Her husband asked, his face blank though she could see the slight discomfort he felt at those words from his body language. "You must know that this Greyjoy rebellion has already left the crown deep in debt. We cannot afford to open new subsidies for these orphanages."
"I understand my lord. I know that the crown has suffered greatly from this war." Stephen said."And that is why, instead of asking the crown for gold, I would like to ask the crown to give me the ownership of these orphanages."
"You want… to own these orphanages?" Her husband asked, looking confused.
"Yes, my lord. Give me these orphanages, and I pledge that every child within them shall be free from hunger. I shall provide them not only with food, clothing, and clean water, but also with septons and septas who can instill in them the values of the Seven Pointed Star. By doing so, these children will grow up to be virtuous citizens of our Kingdom.""
Her husband looked contemplative for a moment before he spoke up. "This decision is not one that can be taken lightly. I'll think upon it and announce my decision tomorrow morning."
"That's all I ask my lord." Stephen said with a bow before he walked out of the Great Hall.
After his departure, the court continued and lasted well into the evening, at which point it was finally adjourned.
Robyn had already fallen asleep by this point, so she had a maid carry him to his chamber and tucked him to bed before she went back to her own chambers.
She started changing out of her formal dress when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" She asked.
"My lady, it's Lord Baelish." Her guard announced and her heart sank.
She… she hadn't met with Petyr even a single time in the past week.
She'd dodged all his efforts to meet her, evaded all their usual meeting places, and ignored all his invitations.
That he finally came to meet her on his own must mean that either he'd run out of patience, he missed her, or he was worried about her.
But… she couldn't bring herself to meet him. She couldn't bear to face him after what she had done every night in the past week. Not after she had betrayed his trust again and again by sleeping with another man.
With how perceptive he was, he will definitely realise that something was wrong. And what then?
She couldn't bear to have him look at her with disgust. Something like that would break her. She didn't want to feel that pain, so she hid inside her room.
"I… I'm feeling a bit under the weather. Tell him that I can't meet him right now." She replied, the guilt in her heart increasing at having to lie to her dear Petyr once again.
How many times would she have to lie to him in order to cover up her great betrayal?
"Lady Arryn." A voice came out from outside, and her heart fell into her stomach upon realising that it was none other than Petyr. "I merely wish to have a few moments of your time. I promise I'll leave quickly afterward."
Tears fell from her eyes and she shook her head.
She couldn't lie to him. Not directly like this. So she stayed quiet. And hoped that he'll leave.
"Lysa." Petyr called her again and again, she remained silent. Her silent tears turning into sobs.
Her childhood friend and lover called for her a few more times, breaking her heart again and again, with silence being the only thing that he heard.
"Very well. I'll see you on the morrow Lady Arryn." Petyr said before she heard his footsteps leaving the corridor.
She held on for a few more moments before she buried her face into her pillow and burst into tears.
—
She must've cried for an hour when she felt a hand rest gently on her shoulder.
She turned around and saw that it was Stephen, who managed to sneak inside her room (once again) despite all the closed doors and windows.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asked with concern.
She wasn't sure if his concern for her was real. And she didn't really care at the moment. All she wanted at the moment, was some comfort.
So when he opened his arms for her, she leapt in. She buried her face into his shirt and cried, even though he was the reason why this happened to her in the first place.
It took her a while before she finally calmed down and started to feel a bit better.
She always felt better with Stephen.
"Hmm… mind telling me what you were crying about?" He asked as he picked her up and sat her down on his lap.
She felt his semi-hardened cock resting beneath her ass and her pussy started to get slick with arousal as she shook her head.
"I would rather keep it to myself." She said before she remembered that there was a guard outside her room. "Should we go down? I don't want to get caught."
Stephen smirked at that. "Don't worry. I already took care of the guard before I came here. He is sleeping soundly right now. So we can do it right here."
"Are you sure."
"Of course." He said before he pushed her onto the bed and turned her around so that her ass was pointed toward his face.
She bit her lip as she realised just what was going to happen to her. "Go easy on me. I've never taken anything up there."
"Oh, don't you worry about that." He said before he lifted her nightgown over her back, her panties now clearly visible to him.
She felt him lower her panties and felt his breath on her nether regions before a hand smacked her ass cheeks.
"Aahn" She moaned before she realised that a passing servant could still hear her and buried her face on the pillow.
She turned her face to look at Stephen once again and saw him lift his palm and bring it down with a sharp 'thwakk' on her ass.
Each smack sent pleasure coursing through her body, and she bit into the pillow to stifle her moans. Her pussy throbbed with arousal, and her pussy gushed out its juices, giving away how turned on she was to him.
She could never understand why her body reacted like this to Stephen. She was sure that being hit never aroused her before but after the first few days of being fucked into a stupor, she'd given up on thinking about it.
It probably had something to do with how Stephen was favoured by the gods. So no point in thinking too deeply on it.
His palm came down on her ass a few more times before she felt him spread her ass cheeks as his mouth descended into her bare shaven pussy.
The next minutes turned into pleasurable torment as Stephen licked and bit, and teased her to his heart's content. Playing her with the ease of a master harpist before he finally flicked her nub, and her entire body shook and shuddered as she squirted out of her pussy.
It was as she was recovering from her orgasm as she felt him remove the plug he'd shoved up her ass after cleaning it this morning.
Her asshole felt momentarily empty but not for long as she immediately felt something thick and hard resting against her hole.
"Wait." She begged as she wanted to be better prepared before he took her anal virginity. But as always, Stephen didn't listen to her and lined himself up with her before he pushed in.
She hissed in pain as his thick hard cock tore her in half.
"Wait," She gasped as she bit into the pillow to stifle her pain and Stephen finally stopped for once. She took a few deep breaths before she looked back at him, and at the point where the both of them were connected. There, she saw that the head of his cock was snugly resting inside her backdoor. Stephen smiled and idly rubbed her ass cheeks as he allowed her to to recover from the pain before he pushed inside her once again.
She bit harder into her pillow and cursed his parents for not raising a gentle child as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her, until finally, she felt his balls rest over his cunt. Though surprisingly, the pain went away as soon as that happened and she let out a sigh of relief at that and started to enjoy the experience.
She felt more full than she'd ever done in her entire life as Stephen sheathed himself completely inside her. And strange as it was, she even felt a. sense of accomplishment at the thought of losing her anal virginity.
Yes, she still felt that this was dirty, but she'd now experienced something that she could never have had if she had remained loyal to Jon Arryn. 'Or Petyr' A part of her thought, though she immediately banished such thought from her mind.
She wasn't cheating on Petyr. Not truly. She was just… paying for the healing of her son. Yes, that's it.
Plus, Petyr should've paid more attention to her if he wanted her to himself. It is all his fault anyway.
"Enjoying yourself down there?" Stephen asked as he caressed her body, his magical hands dancing through her stomach to her breasts. Brief touches that always left her wanting for more.
She nodded and heard him chuckle behind her.
"Then you're going to enjoy this even more." He said as he pulled out of her asshole.
Instead of the pain she was expecting, this time she only felt pleasure as his veiny cock slowly dragged its way out of her asshole. One inch at a time until almost all of him was outside her hole.
Then he took her with by the hips and put her face back into the pillow before he thrusted in. His dick slamming all the way into her asshole.
And her world rocked with pleasure.