A/N: Sansa and Arianne are waiting when Axel finally returns to King's Landing~
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Sansa could hardly believe it when they found out that Axel had left the city just after they'd come to terms with one another. He'd just suffered more pain and agony than most men could ever hope to survive and yet… he was gone, just like that.
If it wasn't for Stannis Baratheon having a brand new Hand of the King pin and Lord Commander Arys Oakheart backing up his claims that Axel had left the city voluntarily, Sansa wasn't sure she would have trusted it. Hell, if the King had stayed gone for too long, she and the others probably would have decided it was a lie after all! And then they might have done something… inadvisable.
Luckily, Axel was already back just a few days later. He was back… and Sansa and Arianne were prepared for his return. Through some maneuvering, they manage to get the King alone with them. Well, alone with them, Tyene Sand, and Margaery Tyrell.
The look of surprise on Axel's face is rather amusing as he realizes all four women are in the room together and none of them are at each other's throats. Then, it falls away to suspicion, his eyes narrowing as he looks to each of them.
"… Should I be worried about whatever this is?"
Giggling, Arianne shakes her head.
"The opposite! You should be thrilled, seeing as we've reached an understanding with one another. Something you'd already know if you hadn't disappeared for days like you did!"
The Dornish Princess softens the words with her smile and a rueful shake of her head, but Sansa can hear the very real reproach in Arianne's tone all the same. Frankly, she can't help but agree with it. After everything he'd been through, to just vanish like that…
Axel at least has the good grace to look chagrined as he chuckles and shakes his head.
"Apologies. I had business in the Vale."
Then, he looks to Sansa and winces.
"… I'm sorry Sansa. Lysa Arryn had to be put to death alongside Petyr Baelish for their shared crimes against the Seven Kingdoms."
Sansa blinks, caught flat-footed by the news. Her Aunt had been involved in everything? Admittedly, Sansa hadn't even met the other woman until she'd arrived here to King's Landing. And even that had been one single encounter arranged by her mother before Sansa had decided not to involve herself any further with Lysa.
Still, she wouldn't have thought her to be a traitor. Not Lord Baelish either. They'd met once or twice as well and he'd seemed rather kind and personable. Not to mention, Sansa was pretty sure Petyr Baelish had owed every ounce of his success to Jon Arryn. Still, if Axel was telling the truth, and she believed he was, then… well, they'd gotten what was coming to them, hadn't they?
"There's nothing to apologize for, Your Grace. They faced the King's Justice and from the sound of it, rightly so."
Axel smiles softly and inclines his head, clearly grateful that she's not upset with him. The mood in the room is a little somber for a moment… until Margaery speaks up.
"Hold on. You were only gone for three days, Your Grace. Are you saying you went all the way to the Vale and then came back that quickly?"
Sansa's eyes widen slightly and she sees Arianne's do the same as they both realize Margaery is right. How had Axel covered such distances in so little time? It seemed impossible…
But Axel just nods, solemn faced.
"I did, yes. I won't hide anymore, so you might as well all know… I'm no mere man."
His declaration is met with raised eyebrows rather than expressions of shock. They'd all already known that, after all. Axel Baratheon had been doused in wildfire and burned for seven days before recovering completely, after all. And yet… Sansa still lets out a little gasp of astonishment when he suddenly vanishes from view only to reappear on the other side of them all, moving like a blur across the span of the room in less than a second.
Looking hesitant as they stare at him in wide eyed, open mouthed shock, Axel just shrugs his shoulders.
"… I can't really explain it, I'm afraid. I-!"
"You do not need to explain it, Your Grace. You have been Blessed by the Seven. You are their vessel in the physical world, sent to lead us into a brighter future."
Sansa's eyes shift towards Tyene Sand, as do everyone else's. Admittedly, Sansa hadn't had many chances to interact with Tyene before the wildfire explosion, but from what Margaery had told her, the Dornish Woman had changed after it. Ever since Axel had survived his brush with death, Tyene had been… different. More focused. More… zealous.
Axel just smiles weakly and nods his head.
"That's one possibility, yes."
Silence falls again, until finally Axel turns and gazes at them inquisitively.
"… What did you mean earlier, exactly? What did you mean when you said that you reached an understanding?"
Finally. Sansa straightens up, while Arianne glances her way and smiles. They step closer to one another… and reach out to take hold of each other's hands.
"Exactly what it sounds like, Your Grace. We're not worried about competing with one another anymore. There are more important things in life. And neither of us wants to burden you unduly either, given everything that's happening. So… simply put, we're fine with whichever of us you choose to be your Queen."
Axel's eyes are wide as Arianne's tone turns sultry and she steps forward, closer to the King while Sansa does the same at her side.
"And… we just hope you won't mind us both sticking around, no matter who you choose. Because we're in agreement that whoever you DON'T choose will be just as happy serving beneath her King and Queen… in whatever manner you see fit~"
Sansa can't quite help the blush that comes over her cheeks as Axel's eyes dart between her and the seductress at her side. Still, now that Arianne's part of the spiel is done, it's Sansa's turn.
"… To that end, Your Grace… I would offer you my maidenhead, right here and now. Not so that you will choose me over the Princess, but so that the two of us will be on even ground with one another. No matter what happens… so long as you still want us, neither of us are going anywhere."
Axel doesn't respond. He seems to be frozen in place, staring at the two of them in disbelief. Of course, seeing how he's not rejecting them outright, Sansa and Arianne mutually decide to move on with the next part of the plan. Namely, they let go of one another and Sansa steps back while Arianne steps forward.
As the Princess of Dorne pulls down the top of her dress, exposing her large dusky breasts and dropping down to her knees, Margaery and Tyene silently move to Sansa, their hands gliding over her body as they both play their part in this entire… performance.
It's not long before Arianne has Axel's cock out and has wrapped her breasts around his length. And a moment later, she goes a step further by lowering her mouth to swallow the head of his member betwixt her lips.
Once upon a time, Sansa had been envious of Arianne's chest size, and angry that her bust seemed to draw Axel's eye so well. Now though, that very same bosom is being used to prepare him for what's to come, the Princess slowly and steadily bringing the King to full mast, his cock growing harder, thicker, longer, and straighter by the second.
All the while… Axel's eyes are on Sansa.
He's locked gazes with her and can't seem to look away, especially as Tyene and Margaery play their parts by moving to strip Sansa naked and begin preparing her for his cock. To be fair, Sansa finds that she can't look away either. Even as her pale figure is revealed inch by inch, even as the other two women dance their mouths and hands across her flesh, Sansa stares into Axel Baratheon's stormy blue eyes.
Fingers delve between her legs, finding her sex and playing with it as Sansa moans. At the same time, Axel grunts, a hand coming down to rest atop Arianne's head as he clearly finds her technique to be quite enjoyable.
Truthfully, Sansa isn't sure how long this part of it lasts. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? She loses herself in Axel Baratheon's eyes and is only pulled from her pleasurable stupor when Arianne finally pulls back and reveals his spit-polished, throbbing member.
"You're both ready now. Claim her, my King. Claim her as you've claimed us all~"
At Arianne's urging, Axel moves towards the bed. Tyene and Margaery pull away, leaving Sansa alone as the King of the Seven Kingdoms climbs atop her. Sansa's breath hitches and she spreads her legs for Axel, welcoming him with open arms as well.
His lips press against her lips and she wraps her arms around his neck as she moans into his mouth. His chest brushes against her nipples, teased and hardened as they are by Margaery and Tyene's efforts. The contact sends shivers of delight through Sansa's body, even as she feels the throbbing head of his member press against her slit down below.
She's so very aroused for him. But then to be fair… this was all her idea. Coming together and joining forces might have been Arianne's plan, but it was Sansa who had decided she would give up her maidenhead to… seal the deal so to speak.
Nobody outside of this room was likely to approve if they found out of course. But Sansa didn't really care anymore. She knew what she wanted. She knew what she needed… and it was right here, between her legs.
Axel finally thrusts in and Sansa cries out, only for her voice to be swallowed up by his lips as they continue to kiss. She clings to him all the harder even as he claims her right there on the spot. The pain… is surprisingly fleeting. She's certainly expecting it to hurt more, but it would seem she will owe Arianne, Margaery, and Tyene her thanks after this is done.
The Princess had assured her that losing one's virginity did not have to hurt and that preparations could be taken beforehand. Margaery had agreed in a rare show of solidarity, but Sansa hadn't fully believed them until now. Together, Tyene and Margaery had prepared her just as Arianne had prepared Axel, and the end result is that the pleasure completely overtakes the pain within moments.
As Axel begins to fuck her, Sansa finds herself grateful to the other women for another bit of information they'd so graciously given her as well. Namely, that sex with Axel Baratheon was unlike anything she could possibly prepare herself for. Both Margaery and Arianne had made it clear that he would bring her to the heights of ecstasy and bliss and leave her desperately wanting more by the time he was through.
To be fair, Sansa had been able to experience that vicariously through the expressions that Margaery's pretty face had contorted into as Axel fucked the Tyrell woman from behind during their encounters with one another. She'd watched as Margaery came upon his cock again and again throughout those deliciously depraved meetings. Sansa had just always assumed that it was as much Margaery as it was Axel. But no… no, it was all Axel.
As he fucks her into the bed, Sansa's eyes go crossed and her moans grow in volume only to continue to be stifled by Axel's mouth and tongue. The pleasure is beyond the Northern Lady's wildest reckoning, and she loses track of time again as he pounds her into the mattress beneath them. In and out, in and out… she doesn't want it to end, but at the same time, it feels truly endless.
He feels so good inside of her that Sansa can hardly believe she held off for this long. And for what? So she could deprive herself of this pleasure, of this connection? For a brief moment, Sansa wonders if she might have been able to convince Axel to choose her far earlier if she'd only been willing to give up her maidenhead sooner.
But as swiftly as that thought comes, Sansa discards it. It doesn't matter anymore. None of it matters as much as this pleasure. As the red haired Stark tosses her head back in ecstasy, she knows she's made the right decision by teaming up with Princess Arianne. Because no matter who becomes Axel's Queen, she doesn't ever want this pleasure to end. She doesn't ever want to lose access to the King and his big… fat… cock.
Finally, in a bit of a daze, Sansa feels Axel pull out of her. She's vaguely aware as Margaery and Tyene get to take his load all across their waiting faces and breasts. And she's also vaguely aware as Axel, brutish man that he is, growls and grabs Arianne, throwing her down next to Sansa and fucking her right after.
Arianne had explained that the King was insatiable. How he regularly exhausted her and Tyene even when they were pulling out all the stops and using every last trick that they knew. But Sansa had never truly experienced that because she and Margaery had never truly tried to find Axel's limits.
She experiences it now though. All four of them do. It continues on for quite some time, probably hours, before its over at long last. Sansa is unbelievably sore by that point… yet also utterly satiated as well.
The others must feel the same way, because when Axel lays down among them, they don't hesitate to cuddle up with him. Sansa finds herself curling into his body on his right, while Arianne takes up the same position on his left. Margaery and Tyene, meanwhile, lay between his legs and nurse his cock in a rather lewd, debauched manner… but one that Sansa has to admit, fits their role in all of this to a tee.
Finally though, the five of them relax. Sansa can barely keep her eyes open, but she nevertheless hears Axel clearly when he finally speaks.
"… You all should know that I also fucked Asha Greyjoy. It was only one time, before I knew who she was and before she knew who I was."
There's a pause as Sansa digests that information. Arianne is the one who speaks first though and strangely enough, it's like she doesn't even care about the copulation. Instead, she's far more focused on Asha's loyalty.
"Do you think she's in league with her uncle? Do you think she was sent here to spy on you?"
But Axel shakes his head.
"No, from what I've been told, she claims she was here in King's Landing in the first place hunting down rumors of Euron for her father. I'm inclined to believe her. I don't think she's an enemy, I just… don't want to keep any secrets from either of you."
That brings a smile to Sansa's face, and Arianne's as well. They share another glance before Arianne chuckles throatily.
"Mm. Bedding snakes, dire wolves, flowers… and now krakens? You truly are your father's son, my King."
Axel flushes and huffs. But Arianne isn't done with her teasing, a glint in her eyes as she licks her lips.
"I wouldn't mind sampling a bit of kraken myself sometime, honestly. And to be quite frank, I don't really care if you sleep with her again, so long as she's not diseased."
Sansa raises an eyebrow, while Axel looks at Arianne in disbelief.
"What? Really?"
Rolling her eyes, Arianne runs a hand down his chest as she lets out a defeated sigh.
"You're too much for any one woman to handle, Axel Baratheon. Even all four of us together and you're not remotely winded, are you?"
"… No, I'm not."
"Hmph. You could have tried to lie, you know. Still, so long as you're not planning to make HER your Queen, I don't really care if you fuck her or not. What do you say, Sansa?"
Tch. Arianne was still playing games, it seemed. Though they were more lighthearted now at least. But honestly, the more she thought about it, the more she realized Arianne was right. Axel Baratheon was insatiable. Even all four of them together hadn't been able to truly exhaust him. Meanwhile, she was going to be sore for days…
What was one more woman in all of that? Though…
"Like the Princess said, I don't care so long as you don't make her Queen over one of us."
Chuckling in disbelief as he looks between them both, Axel shakes his head.
"No, I won't be making her Queen. Really, what I have to decide is whether she or her brother Theon are going to rule the Iron Islands after I'm done… if I don't just wipe out the Ironborn entirely."
A shiver runs down Sansa's back at the casual mention of such a slaughter. Axel sounds reluctant to do it but also like he's still very much considering it. Arianne though, just laughs.
"Even better! Make her their leader and then knock her up a few times. Make her heir your blood and maybe the Ironborn won't try rebelling again for a few generations."
Sansa's eyes widen at that, but before she can say anything, Axel is already shaking his head.
"… That doesn't sound like a very good idea at all, Princess. I don't want to give the Ironborn a claim to the Iron Throne, after all."
Arianne pouts, even as Sansa feels relieved that she doesn't have to be the one to point out the obvious flaws in her new compatriot's idea.
Silence falls between them all for a moment as Axel looks at them both with fondness in his eyes. Until finally, the smile on his face drops and he scowls angrily.
"… I can't decide. Even now, even with the two of you fine with whatever choice I make… I don't want to choose between you. It's not fair."
Blinking, Sansa tilts her head, a little amused by just how… petulant Axel sounds. He's the most powerful man in the entirety of the Seven Kingdoms, after all. And she's never heard him whine before. It's… kind of cute, honestly.
On the other side of their King, Arianne giggles, clearly in agreement with Sansa on that front.
"Life often isn't fair, my King."
She runs a hand down his chest, clearly intending to say more… but before she can, Tyene pokes her head up from between Axel's legs.
"The King is right. He shouldn't have to choose."
All eyes turn towards the rather… odd woman, but Tyene is undaunted as she stares right up at Axel.
"You are Blessed by the Seven. You are more than a mere man. House Targaryen was allowed to practice their own ways under the Faith's Doctrine of Exceptionalism for more than two centuries. Why shouldn't you be allowed to have your own Doctrine of Exceptionalism? Why shouldn't you be allowed to have more than one Queen?"
Judging by the surprise in Arianne's eyes when they share a look across Axel's chest, the Princess wasn't expecting her handmaiden to suggest this either. Axel, meanwhile, is quietly contemplative for a second. And then…
"… She's right."
Sansa and Arianne look up to see Axel smiling down at them, suddenly looking far less stressed and so much more content.
"I'll marry you both."
Brow furrowing, Sansa… isn't opposed to the idea. At the same time though, she knows many others will be. Most of all…
"Will the Faith go along with this? Will the High Septon and the Most Devout not object?"
But Axel is already shaking his head before she's even done speaking.
"They won't deny me this. Not after everything. I'll speak to the High Septon myself. And we won't have the wedding until after I've dealt with Euron Greyjoy. That's when we'll announce it. Once Euron is dead and the Iron Islands are pacified… nobody in the Seven Kingdoms will be in a mood to deny me anything."
His happiness is infectious as he pulls them both closer and grins. Sansa finds herself smiling along with him and when she meets Arianne's eyes, the Princess of Dorne is smiling too. It might not have been the outcome that either of them expected… but they certainly weren't complaining.
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A/N: Tyene: "Por que no los dos?"
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