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Being King in the North and fighting a war was not an easy task by any means. Robb's days were usually spent either fighting, listening to his lords give unsolicited advice for ruling a kingdom, or planning the war which had gotten him the name King in the North in the first place. It was incredibly stressful, especially on days when he felt as though he was useless and that the planning wasn't going at all how he wanted it to.
Robb was incredibly stressed, to say the least. His shoulders were tense, he felt irritable, he was exhausted, and he hadn't gotten to see you, his gorgeous wife, almost at all today except in the morning when he woke up before you to start his day. His men knew he had been having a rough day due to the amount of times Robb had snapped at them.
It was now late at night and Robb expected you to be asleep. As he walked towards your guys' shared tent, his annoyance only amplified as he almost tripped on a rock. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. As he approached the tent, he noticed the dim lighting that illuminated the tent, signaling you were still awake. He opened the tent flap and his eyes immediately found you.
There you were, lying on the bed in nothing more than a silk chemise that hugged your curves, as though you were waiting for Robb. You were lying on your side with a book beside you as a hand help your head up. A smile appeared on your lips as you saw Robb. You closed the book and sat up. "You're back," You said as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
Robb only hummed in response as he stepped towards you. He was dressed in his usual garb of breeches, a shirt, boiled leather and his heavy fur cloak. "I thought you'd be asleep by now," He said as he stood in front of you, looking down.
"I wanted to stay up for you," You smiled softly at your handsome husband as your hands moved to rest of his torso through the heavy material of his fur cloak.
Robb couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his lips as he looked down at you. His hands moved to rest on your shoulders as he leaned down to press a kiss onto the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, relishing in the comfort of each other. Robb had missed you terribly, had missed your scent and the comfort of your presence.
You could feel the tension in Robb's demeanor and in the way his muscles were clenched. "Rough day?" You asked softly, breaking the curated silence between you both.
"You could say that," Robb murmured as he rested his head on top of yours.
You said nothing for a few moments as you thought about how you could possibly help your wonderful husband be not-so-stressed out. When an idea came to mind, you said nothing as you slid out of Robb's embrace. You sunk to your knees on the floor, your head right near Robb's crotch.
"Sweetheart?" Robb asked, looking down at you with a confused expression.
"Let me take care of you," You said as you looked up at Robb. "As your queen, it's my duty to make sure my king is properly taken care of." You brought your hands to Robb's thighs, gently massaging them through his breeches.
Robb let out a breath and licked his lips. "I suppose you're right," He agreed. He undid the clasp of his cloak, placing the fur on the bed, leaving him in just his boiled leather chest plate, tunic, and breeches.
You could see the semi-hard erection that he was already sporting through his pants. A small smirk appeared on your face while you looked at him. "I'm going to take such good care of you, my king," You murmured in a sultry tone as you leaned in, gently nuzzling Robb's clothed cock with your face.
"Fuck," He breathed out, turned on simply by watching you. You didn't often give Robb head, mostly because he preferred going down on you or pounding into your tight cunt. But when you did? You were a full on cock whore about it.
Your head rubbed against his cock, feeling it come to its full hardness. You looked up at Robb as you began planting kissing along the outside of his leather breeches, eliciting a shaky breath from your dear husband. You reached a hand to the laces, your fingers moving to slowly untie them. Robb undid his leather chest plate, throwing it somewhere in the room.
"You look so beautiful kneeling in front of me," Robb rasped. He licked his lips as he watched you undo the laces. When you finished, you gently tugged down the material just enough to reveal his cock. Robb let out a small hiss as the cold air hit his skin.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," You whispered, glancing up at him. You wrapped a hand around Robb's cock and leaned in to press a kiss onto the tip. Robb's hips jerked in response, sensitive to your touch. You moved your head down, planting a kiss onto the base and kissing your way up his length. When you reached back to the tip of his cock, you swiped your tongue across it.
Robb made a small noise and his hand went to rest on your head. "Gods," He breathed out as you slowly eased your mouth onto his cock. You made it about halfway before stopping and moving your head up his length. Robb groaned in pleasure as his eyes fluttered shut. "Sweetheart," He hummed out, his hands resting on the sides of your head. You began a slow rhythm of bobbing your head up and down Robb's length. You had one hand resting on Robb's thigh while the other moved to Robb's balls, gently massaging them.
Robb let out a shaky breath and moaned out your name, relishing in the pleasures of your mouth engulfing his cock. You began bobbing your head a bit faster, hollowing your cheeks a bit to add to the feelings. "Oh fuck," Robb whimpered out, unable to help the small thrust of his hips in sync with your mouth. "You feel so good, sweetheart," He said, throwing his head back.
You hummed around Robb's cock in response, sending vibrations through his length. Robb gripped your head firmly and paused your movements. You looked up at Robb, cock still in your mouth, confused with why he stopped you. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, his cheeks red and breath a bit heavy. "I'm going to fuck your mouth," He breathed out. "Pinch my thigh if you'd like me to stop, yeah?"
You gave a slight nod of your head and a hum of confirmation, eliciting a hiss from Robb's lips. You inhaled sharply through your nose before relaxing your throat, giving Robb the necessary access to fuck your mouth properly. You had done this a few times before and you absolutely loved it, almost as much as Robb did.
Robb drew his hips back until only the tip of his cock remained in your mouth. He then began moving slowly, his cock only going in about halfway. He didn't want to hurt you or force himself down your throat. He simply just wanted to be in control. "You're so beautiful like this," Robb sighed, looking at you as he moved his cock in and out of your mouth. "On your knees, cock in your mouth. Exactly where you belong, aye," His hips began moving a bit faster. "My dutiful queen."
You moaned at Robb's words as your hand stroked what couldn't fit into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks once again, sucking each time Robb moved his cock into your mouth.
"Fuck, sweetheart," Robb moaned, losing himself in the pleasures of your mouth. He continued his thrusts, uncaring of how deep his cock was going until he felt the tip hit the back of your throat. He felt you gag around him but he could hardly care in that moment. Robb could feel the pressure building inside of him as his orgasm neared.
Tears formed in your eyes as Robb's cock hit the back of your throat. Being used in a manner such as this had never failed to turn you on. The times Robb would be far too gone, too engrossed in chasing his own release that he couldn't even think about being gentle, you craved it. Sometimes he was far too soft, worried far too much about hurting you, meanwhile you adored being used and manhandled. You clenched your thighs to relieve the tension you felt.
"Oh fuck," Robb whimpered as his release came near. "You're taking me so well, sweetheart, I'm so close," He said in that same whimpering tone. Robb's cock stiffened in your mouth and after a few more thrusts, Robb came with a loud cry of your name. He filled your mouth with his cum, rope after rope, and you, like the beautiful and wonderful wife you were, didn't hesitate to swallow each drop.
After a few moments, Robb pulled out of your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva and cum. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, taking in your appearance. There you were with glossy eyes, swollen and shiny lips, looking absolutely ethereal. He breathed heavily as he came down from his high. "Thank you," He breathed out, running a thumb across your cheek.
You smiled up at Robb. "You don't need to thank me," You replied, your voice hoarse. "I wanted to do it."
Robb reached out for your hands and helped you up. As you stood, he placed his hands on your hips. "Then perhaps I should return the favor," He murmured before leaning in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. He tasted himself but didn't care.
And he certainly did return the favor as Robb spent quite a bit of time feasting on your cunt before thoroughly pounding you into the mattress, treating you exactly how you wanted to be treated.