A/N: Wedding Bells are ringing!
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The wedding is quite the beautiful affair, Sansa must admit. Even if it's not exactly a traditional ceremony, on account of there being two brides. Still, it mostly follows the same rites as a wedding under the Light of the Seven should. It takes place in the Great Sept of Baelor, and Sansa's father escorts her down the aisle while Arianne's uncle Prince Oberyn does the same for her just behind them.
Axel HAD offered to make the High Septon perform the ceremony in the Red Keep's godswood in front of the heart tree. It would have combined both the traditions of the First Men and the Andals into one ceremony and he figured she might like that. But Sansa had turned him down.
The fact that he'd even considered it as an option was more than enough for her, truth be told. And really, she knew at this point that her new husband-to-be was more tightly bound to the Faith of the Seven than ever before. She had no real desire to try and change that, not when she'd been raised in both religions anyways.
Her parents had tried to talk her out all of this of course, back when her father had finally arrived in King's Landing. Or rather, her mother had tried to talk her out of it. But then, Lady Catelyn Stark hadn't been entirely the same since Baelish and Aunt Lysa had been executed for treason. She'd held her tongue about all of that, but when it came time to reveal that Sansa would be one of two Queens instead of the only Queen, her mother had not been happy whatsoever.
Her father, meanwhile, had simply asked a number of questions that ultimately boiled down to whether or not she was truly alright with this state of affairs. When Sansa made it clear that this was as much her choice as anyone else's, he'd backed down and given his blessing, much to her mother's anger.
Fortunately, her mother would be returning North with her father once this ceremony was over. Perhaps with some time apart, Catelyn would eventually realize that everything had worked out exactly as it was supposed to. But even if she didn't, she would at least be out of Sansa's hair at long last.
For now though, Sansa simply focuses on the matter at hand. After her father takes the maiden's cloak made in the colors of House Stark from her shoulders, he leaves her at the foot of the stairs leading up to the dais where Axel stands waiting. Sansa does not advance just yet though but instead waits for Prince Oberyn to do the same with Arianne.
The two of them make quite the pair once they're standing next to each other. Sansa's wedding dress is lined with fur from snow foxes, harkening back to her roots in the North. Meanwhile, Arianne is done up entirely in Dornish silks and glittering gold jewelry, in turn showing her own origins to all who are watching.
Once they're standing side by side, Sansa offers her hand and Arianne takes it. The two of them ascend the stairs together hand in hand in front of the crowded Great Sept, only coming apart again when they finally reach Axel's side.
There, with Sansa on his right and Arianne on his left, they each take one of his hands and allow him to lead them up the rest of the stairs to where the High Septon is standing on the highest dais.
Before the eyes of everyone watching on, Axel reaches up and pulls off the first of two cloaks from his shoulders, placing it on Sansa's and then moves to remove the second of the two cloaks and places it on Arianne's. The symbolization of the two of them passing from the protection of their Houses to the protection of their new husband.
Once this is done, Axel slips his hands back into their own, bringing them forth for the High Septon to wrap in a ceremonial strip of cloth. As he binds the three of them together, the man is smiling quite broadly and Sansa doesn't detect a single ounce of falsehood in his gaze. He truly is happy for them as far as she can tell. Or perhaps simply happy for his King, all things considered.
"Let it be known that Arianne of the House Martell, Sansa of the House Stark, and Axel of the House Baratheon… are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. Cursed be he who would seek to act against Axel Baratheon, First of His Name and Blessed Champion of the Seven!"
Pulling the strip of cloth away as he finishes his words, the High Septon steps back as Axel turns with Sansa and Arianne still in hand and faces those gathered below. Letting go of their hands, Axel wraps an arm around each of their waists instead. Perhaps a bit scandalous, but he's not grasping anything too far down, at least.
"With this, I pledge my love… and take these women as my Queens."
He shifts to Arianne first, planting a kiss on her lips. Then over to Sansa, his lips pressing against hers in a way that has her wanting to deepen it. But she doesn't of course. Instead, she prepares herself for what comes next, Axel having forewarned both her and her fellow Queen ahead of time as to what he intended to do.
Once the kissing is done with and the ceremony is complete, Axel Baratheon tightens his grip on both of them. In response, Sansa reaches out and wraps her arms around her new husband's torso on one side while Arianne does the same on the other. They also place a foot each atop his feet to more securely anchor them to the King… as he slowly rises off the ground.
By now, everyone in the chamber should know that Axel can fly. But not all of them have seen it with their own two eyes. Sansa hears quite a few gasps and shocked murmurs from the crowd of nobility and Most Devout, even as Axel, all smiles, holds her and Arianne aloft in his arms.
Even as they rise five, ten, fifteen feet off the ground, Sansa is not afraid though. Her heart maybe races a little bit more, but that's because of excitement, not fear. Behind Axel's back, out of view of just about everyone save for the High Septon, Sansa and Arianne's fingers find each other again, the two women grazing their digits against one another as they share a look from their places molded into Axel's chest.
"Everyone! My Queens and I shall see you all back at the Red Keep for the feast. Don't be tardy now!"
With that, Axel flies them forward. Not as fast as he probably can go, but also not too slow either. Sansa's breath hitches at the sensation, the wind gently brushing against her face as her new husband flies her and Arianne out of the open doors of the Great Sept of Baelor and into the open sky.
There's something truly exhilarating about the moment. Not just because she's flying, something she never thought in a million years that she would get to do. But also because… this is it. She's married at long last. Her and Arianne both. They'd started as rivals yet here they were, both of them now Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. It felt like a fairytale, and Axel's impressive abilities certainly didn't help dim that feeling whatsoever.
Still, now that they were properly wed… well, Sansa was going to be chomping at the bit all throughout the feast. She could hardly wait to get started on her duties as a wife and Queen to her new husband~
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"F-Fuck! Nnngh… h-harder! Please Axel… m-more!"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Arianne giggles from off to the side as her fellow Queen truly lets her hair down and begs their new husband for more of his big… fat… cock. Sansa had been so very eager to go first when they'd finally got away from the feast and Arianne simply couldn't say no whenever the she-wolf actually deigned to ask for something instead of demanding it.
The ceremony had been wonderful, of course. The feast had been delicious. But Arianne would be lying if she said she wasn't waiting for this moment all day as well. Thankfully, there'd been no 'bedding ceremony'. She had no desire to be pawed at by anyone aside from her husband and she knew Sansa felt the exact same way.
Fortunately, when your husband was not just King but also the 'Blessed Champion of the Seven', you didn't have to follow every single tradition. Really, that they'd followed as many as they did was because Axel was a pious man more than anything else.
In the end, before anyone could muster the courage to even suggest a bedding ceremony, Axel had pulled Arianne and Sansa to his sides again and lifted them off the ground once more, declaring that they were all retiring for the evening.
Nobody had tried to complain. Nobody would dare, not at this point. A shiver goes down Arianne's spine as she watches Axel's powerful back muscles ripple with every thrust he makes into Sansa's needy cunt. The Lady of the North is made of sturdy, hardy stuff… but she's no match for Axel fucking Baratheon.
Neither of them are really, but only now does Arianne truly understand how Axel's true strength and power translates into the endless stamina she's been experiencing for some time now. Not to mention, just the right amount of capability to make a woman cum her brains out over and over again upon his throbbing mast until she can no longer be satisfied by any other man.
Euron's Kraken was said to be the biggest that anyone on Westeros had ever seen. And Axel had killed it… singlehandedly. He was more than a man, Arianne had come to realize. Maybe Tyene was even right to say he was even something almost divine in nature.
Of course, just as that thought is crossing Arianne's mind, Axel looks up from where he's making Sansa's eyes roll back in her skull… and gives Arianne a goofy grin that makes her giggle some more.
Heh, it was hard to think of him as some sort of god when he was also so very human at times. Arianne knew better than most that Axel was entirely fallible for all his power. He could make mistakes. He could even have doubts and insecurities. And that… that was perfectly fine.
He's told the two of them about his arrangement with Asha Greyjoy, for instance. Arianne had been rather smug that he'd wound up going with her idea of making Asha the leader of the Ironborn and then knocking her up a few times.
So long as they made sure to have it in writing that her children could not inherit the Iron Throne, there was no real issue in Arianne's opinion. Plus, given his ability to fly, it wouldn't even be that hard for Axel to keep an eye on the Iron Islands as a whole and visit Asha every month or so.
She's pulled out of her thoughts when Sansa suddenly lets out one last particularly loud squeal, cumming for the dozenth time upon Axel's cock. Finally, Axel surges forward and unloads inside of her as well. Heh, they no longer had to be cautious. They no longer had to be careful. As of this night and for every night from now on, they were very much in the business of making babies~
And so Axel creampies Sansa silly, leaving the red head twitching and trembling from the aftershocks. He pulls out of her after a moment, turning immediately towards Arianne. But the Dornish Princess wags a finger at him.
"Hold a moment, you insatiable brute. Honestly, at least let me check on my fellow Queen first~"
Axel raises an eyebrow, even as Arianne gives him a wicked sort of grin and a wink. Then, she crawls over to where Sansa is laid sprawled out and climbs on top of her, letting her heavy, naked, dusky breasts drop down onto Sansa's far more pale, not quite so substantial chest.
She wouldn't call Sansa's tits SMALL necessarily… but Arianne definitely has her beat all the same. At feeling the weight on her, Sansa's eyes flutter back open and she looks up at Arianne, still catching her breath. Giggling again, the Dornish Princess leans down and captures the Northern Lady's lips with her own, kissing her deeply and sticking her tongue into Sansa's mouth to do battle with her own.
Of course, at the same time… she also arches her back, lifts her ass, and thrusts out her hips in a blatantly open invitation that Axel wastes no time in taking her up on.
His big, strong hands grab hold of Arianne's hips and in less than a second his big fat messy cock is stretching her pussy wide open and filling her insides inch by inch. Arianne's own eyes go crossed from the pleasure, and she moans into Sansa's lips, shuddering all the while.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
It's not long before Axel is plowing away at her from behind, taking her on her hands and knees while she lays atop Sansa. His cock plunges deep into her pussy with squelching noises accompanying each punishing thrust, and his hefty ball sack slaps up against her clit from the force every single time.
Arianne is soon beside herself with pleasure, just as she knew she would be. And Sansa is beginning to recover, just as Arianne knew she would as well. Indeed, it's not long at all before Sansa decides to turn the tables on her fellow Queen… exactly as Arianne intended.
Questing hands reach up and grab hold of Arianne's tits, pushing her up a bit off of Sansa even as the northern woman leans up, continuing to kiss her. Arianne can only whimper as Sansa's tongue wrestles hers into submission, her fingers finding the Dornish Princess' nipples and tweaking them aggressively.
Perhaps Arianne could have taught Sansa a thing or two if it were just them, but she's effectively trapped herself between the 'northern barbarian' and their handsome hunky husband. All according to plan.
The Dornish Princess has no problem being sandwiched between the two, getting taken for a ride by Axel while Sansa nips and licks at her like the she-wolf she is. In fact, it only adds to the pleasure as the ecstasy mounts and mounts.
As time goes on, Arianne loses track of how many times she cums on Axel's cock. Does she cum more than Sansa did? Less? Does it really matter? No… no it does not. It's all the same, in the end. Her eyes roll back, her entire world becomes pleasure… and then finally, at long last, she feels him spend himself inside of her.
Axel fills her with his seed just as he did Sansa, pumping a nice, hot load of his cum deep inside of Arianne's womb. Will just once be enough to knock her up? Has he bred her already? Arianne doesn't know… and clearly Axel isn't taking any chances because no sooner has he pulled out and gently lifted her to set her aside, then he's already back inside of Sansa.
Having recovered by now, Sansa is more than ready for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist this time around. Meanwhile, Arianne just lays on her side right next to them and watches, her fingers sliding down to play with her cream filled sex and draw some of Axel's cum out to bring to her lips.
The night was just getting started. And the three of them had a duty to the Seven Kingdoms to start making heirs right away. Needless to say, Arianne was more than happy to carry out that duty… for as long as her body lasted anyways.
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A/N: Baby making time~
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