The eastwing of my daddy's chambers was high above the rest of the castle, so Laena led me by the hand down the stairs seeking out the guard's quarters. Word had spread quickly of the young princess become the king's cockslut, and a desperate little thing at that. As we walked down the stairs and the castle became more populated, appraising stares were thrown my way. Laena had tucked her tits back in, but both of our pussies were clearly sopping wet, and out tits were both bursting out of their confines. As I let her lead me by the hand, stares from passing clerks or maids became brushes of hands, some of them grabbing my exposed pussy quickly to see if they would get away with it.
I moaned quietly each time someone did this, and it emboldened the next person in the hallway.
"Looks like everyone's heard what a good time you're giving, honey," Laena threw over her shoulder. "We might not even need to make it to the barracks to satisfy that pussy of yours."
"Laena- shush!" I admonished, but she only laughed. "What?" She replied, "you know most of these people saw your dear father fucking you into next year at the feast, right? That was a hard sight to forget, trust me." I blushed deeply but at the same time felt my pussy ache with the memory. That messy, hedonistic sex was something I couldn't forget myself.
"There you are, princess!" A voice boomed down the hallway. Laena and I both turned to see Sir Gareth striding up the hallway towards us. Previously head of the kingsguard, he had retired many years ago and now did little but frequent the whore houses in the city. He was at least a decade older than my father with grey, wispy hair, but he was still at least a head and a half taller than us both with a large pot belly. Laena and I smiled blithely at him, and I tried to retain what little dignity I had. Despite my pussy aching, there was a limit to who I wanted to fill it.
"I've been looking for you everywhere, thought we might have a little catch up whilst your da -- whilst the king was away. Ah, and Laena! What a pleasant surprise. You're looking delicious, as ever." Sir Gareth leered over Laena, probably having a much better view of her tits from his height. He reached out a hand to either of our waists, running it up and down as he talked to us, very obviously fondling the side of our breasts as he did so.
"Mmm, now, why don't we find somewhere a bit quieter and have a little -- ahem -- chat.." He looked around, and began walking to the left with us, down a quieter wing of the castle to what I knew was one of the bathing rooms. His arms snaked around both of our waists and we walked beside him, forced to put our arms around his large back due to how closely he squeezed us.
"Um, Sir Gareth," I tried, putting my hand over his where it rested over my hip, "What is it you needed to discuss, exactly?" I tried to pull away, but he held me firm as he kicked open the door to the bathing room with his boot.
"Well," he laughed, leaning over my head conspiratorially, "I couldn't help but feel a bit left out, the other day."
"I -- I don't know what you mean?" My pussy clenched around nothing as he squeezed my hip and brushed his hand up to grope my breast. "Ngh -- no!" I whined, wishing it was my daddy in the room. But even as I protested, and gush of pussy juices soaked my panties and spread between my thighs.
"I was only talking to Baelor the other night, wondering if it was true that the perfect little princess had become the king's new sexpet," he walked Laena and I over to one of the large, low sauna baths, with a seat running around the edge. He slipped off his shoes and let us go whilst he took off his trousers. I turned away, but before I could get far he grabbed my hips and pulled me to sit in his lap, with his feet in the water, resting on the underwater seat, and forcing my legs into the water, heels and all.
"And do you know what he told me, hm?" Laena was obviously used to this parade, and I could see her stepping into the pool with her heels on, having already taken off her corset and dress, leaving her tits out and only a thong on. Sir Gareth's hands squeezed my huge breasts together and he pulled them upwards so that he could suckle a nipple over my shoulder. I moaned out loud, bucking against him. He just laughed, letting go of my nipple and hugging me from behind, thrusting slowly up into my back. He kissed my neck with his crooked teeth and nibbled my ear.
"He told me that you got on your knees gladly for all of your daddies old ministers, offered that young cunt up to them and begged for it." With this he slapped my pussy which sounded wetly in the room.
