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Son of the Whore

I was born with two mothers. One, I called: ‘Mother’, the other, I called: ‘Mama’. But most people called them ‘Your Grace’. Mother lived in the castle with me. While Mama lived in the town outside the castle. Mama would often come and spend the night with us. When she did, she would sleep in the bed with Mother. Both of them had other names that only their friends would call them. Mother’s name was: ‘Sansa’. But only Mama ever called her that. Mama’s name was: ‘Whore’ and she had lots of friends in the town would would call her that. Sometimes Mama would take me to the town for the day. So I had two sets of friends to play with. My castle friends and my town friends. We would mostly play the same games: ball and jump-rope and hide-&-seek. Sometimes we would pretend that the girls were princesses and the boys were Knights or Wildlings or Northmen and we had to rescue the girls from Dragons or Wight Walkers or Lannisters.

In the town, there was another pretend game we would play where the girls would pretend to be whores and the boys would pretend to buy them. But I had some coins, so I gave one to each of the boys, so we could really buy them. I gave my coin to Traysi, and she took be behind Mama’s house and took all her clothes off for me. She didn’t look much different from me except instead of a pee-peer, she had a butt in front. After showing me, she got dressed and it was another boy’s turn to buy a girl and take her back there. One of the times we played this game, I picked Kayti. She was a couple of ears older than me and after she took all here clothes off, she asked me to take off mine. She gave me back the coin and I took off my clothes too. But then she wanted to hug me. So I gave her a good hug. But when she wanted us to lay on the ground, I wouldn’t do it, because I didn’t want to lay in the dirt. Then Kayti got scared, because Mama came out the back door and made her drink tea. Kayti didn’t like the tea. But Mama told her that whores always drink that kind of tea after giving naked hugs.

When we talked about whores, all my town friends thought whores were good people and the girls all wanted to be whores when they grew up. Some of my castle friends felt the same. But some of them thought being a whore was a bad thing and they taunted me for being the son of the Whore until I whopped them.

When I got a little older, the girls stopped playing with us. The Boys who were castle friends with me would all learn to use a sword and bow with me. My town friends were learning other skills. The boys had all become apprentices and when I would visit them, I would learn the same skills they were learning and help them with their work. So I was getting to learn a little about what farmers and blacksmiths and brewers did each time I would visit town.

Mama had another child, my baby sister. She named her ‘Madame’. But Mother insisted that my sister had to have the Stark name. So Mama gave her the middle name: ‘Whore’ and when she was angry with my sister, she would call her by all three names: ‘Madame Whore Stark’.

When the town girls I had played with became women, they would go to Mama’s house to sell their maidenhood. Some of them, would marry the man who had bought their first time. Some would work for Mama for a short time: anywhere from a week, to as long as a year. And some of them made a career out of working for Mama and would work for her for 5-10 years before getting married. When you are the Crown Prince and your Mama is the Royal Whore, you can start fucking whores as soon as you want to. And now that I was old enough to have those Needs, I often went to Mama’s brothel to Relieve them. Kayti, the girl who had paid me to take off my clothes when I was little, quickly became my favorite. And our naked hugs had become a lot more fun now.

Many of my childhood friends: both boys and girls had gotten married. And Mother wanted me to get married too. And so the Lords of the North came to Winterfell with their daughters in the hope that I would like them. For various reasons, my Mother or I found them unsuitable and one by one they departed until only two were left:

Wilma Manderly was perfect in every way. She was extremely beautiful! With blonde hair the colour of gold. All her dresses were beautifully embroidered and she had made them herself. She danced perfectly! She sang beautifully! She agreed with me on everything! We would often go for horse rides where she would ride side-saddle. She had a septa who followed us everywhere to make certain that I didn’t do anything inappropriate with her.

Joan Umber was taller that me, muscular, and had short brown hair. We would often spar together in the practice yard and she was really more like one of my male friends than she was a Lady. She was only still in contention because her House was an important one, and Mother hadn’t eliminated her yet. I didn’t even notice that she was a girl when we were in the practice yard wearing armor. But when she’d take her breastplate off, her boobs became very noticeable. They were bigger than Wilma’s. There was nothing wrong with Wilma’s. Her boobs, like everything else about her, were the perfect size to fit her body type. Joan’s boobs, on the other hand, protruded in an aggressive, gravity defying way, that seemed like they were begging me to touch them. Joan often caught me staring at them and would laugh at me and punch my shoulder, before demanding that I look her in the eye.

One day, I asked Wilma how she felt about whores. She responded by going into a long diatribe about how sinful whores were, and what a disgrace it was that so many of the small-folk sluts in Wintertown became whores. The whole time she was doing this, her septa was trying to shush her. And when she finally ran out of steam I asked her:

“Who’s my Mama?”

“Oh . . ..” said Wilma, as her eyes widened. “My Prince, I didn’t mean it! I was only joking! Come back!”

I stormed away from her and out to the practice yard. Joan was already there and invited me to spar with her. After I put on my armor, I started wailing on her, swinging recklessly, as hard as a could! I was so mad I couldn’t aim properly and was swinging wildly so she was able to dodge or block most of my blows, but a few were getting through. Finally, she tackled me to the ground and laid on top of me. Our helmets were touching as we both laid there breathing hard and looking into each other’s eyes. When we caught our breath, she sat up, straddling me, just like she did her horse when we would go riding together.

“What’s gotten into you” Joan asked me.

“How do you feel about whores?” I asked her.

“They are an important part of society, I guess,” replied Joan. “They make people happy and have fun doing it. I tried it for a little while. It was fun!”

“You did!?!” I asked her, shocked that a high-born girl like her would do that.

“Sure!” replied Joan before she started whispering to me: “When I became a woman, I wanted to see what the fuss was about, so I went to our brothel in Last Hearth and sold my maidenhood. I snuck down there, late at night. I enjoyed it so much, I went back on later nights and started sell myself to the guards. I did it for three nights before I got caught.”

“How did you get caught?” I asked as I noticed that our crotches were pressed together. We both had armor on, so I couldn’t feel her. But I could feel her weight pressing on me and it was starting to excite me.

“My father came to use the brothel,” explained Joan. “When the madam called us out so he could pick one of us, he took one look at me and flew into a rage. Drug me back into the castle and tanned my hide so bad I couldn’t sit for a week!”

“And you never went back?” I asked.

“No, the madam wouldn’t let me,” she admitted. “But I’ll bet he hasn’t spoken to your Mama. I could be your whore tonight if you like?”

I enthusiastically nodded.

“Great!” said Joan, as she climbed off of me. “I’ll see you at the brothel two hours after supper!”


The rest of the day, I could barely contain my excitement! In the time she had been here, she had become my best friend! And now, she going to let me fuck her! I kept thinking about those big boobs of her’s and wondering what it would feel like to hold them in my hands!

When it was finally time, I went down to Wintertown and entered the brothel. Mama called for the available women to come out and line up so I could pick one, and one of them was Joan, wearing nothing but a shift! The flimsy cloth seemed to make her boobs stick out even more than they had ever looked wearing other clothes. I went down the line of women and Kayti looked disappointed when I walked past her to take Joan by the hand. Joan drug me upstairs and into the room.

As soon as the door closed, she went on the attack! This had become a wrestling match where the winner would get to be on top when we fucked. Most men have more upper body strength than women the same size and she and I were both in great shape. But she was bigger than me, leaving us evenly matched. We kissed. We undressed each other. We fondled each other and then we laid on the bed to do some naked wrestling. It was a close match. But I managed to pin her, then stick my pin in her. We fucked fast and furious until somewhere during her fourth climax I had my own. After I was finished, I collapsed on top of her and tried to catch my breath.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Wilma’s a very lucky girl!!” panted Joan.

“What do you mean?” I asked Joan.

“I mean after you two get married and she becomes your Queen, she’ll get to do that every night with you!” explained Joan.

“I’m not going to marry Wilma!” I protested.

“Of course you are!” replied Joan. “I’ve known it from the very beginning! She’ll be a perfect Queen!”

“After the way you fucked me, I couldn’t even consider marrying anyone else!” I told her.

“Oh! Be serious!” replied Joan. “You can’t marry a woman like me! I’m too much of a fighter! Besides, I’m the whore than just fucked you!”

“I AM serious!” I told her. “Joan Umber, will you be my Queen?”

Her response was to pounce on me, pulling me into a kiss, that turned into more kissing and fondling. She kissed her way down until my cock was in her mouth, while her cunt was in my face, dripping my seed onto me. I licked her as she sucked me until I was hard. When I was ready to fuck her, we started wrestling again. This time, she won, and she rode me like a horse while I played with those big boobs of hers. I thought she was fucking me as hard as she could. But when I told her:

“Fuck me my Queen! Fuck me!” she proved me wrong.

This time, it took even longer for me to finish and she had even more climaxes before I got to have mine. When I did, she collapsed on top of me and we both breathed deeply with our chests pressed together and me still inside her until I finally went soft. She started kissing me again and I had the feeling she wanted to do it again when we were interrupted by a bellow from below:

“Joan you slut! You’d better not be up there whoring yourself again!” yelled her father, Lord Umber.

Ned Umber was a giant of a man, even taller than Joan and all muscle. During the Long night, there had been rumors that he had been killed. But it was someone that just looked similar. He had managed to escape the Army of the Dead with most of his people and get them out of the path of the Others until they were defeated. He was a tough man that could easily break me in half and I could hear his heavy footfalls as he stomped up the stairs. Joan got off me and walked over to the door. When she opened it. Mama was standing out there in the hall holding a cup of moon-tea and Lord Umber was fast approaching the door!

“Old Gods! Put some clothes on!” cursed Ned as he spotted his daughter standing in the doorway naked. He turned away from her and scolded her with his back to her. “Joan, I’ve told you before, if people find out you have done this even once, no man will ever marry you!”

“As a matter of fact, I’ve asked her to marry me,” I told Lord Umber, after I had walked up behind Joan, using her as a human shield. “But she still hasn’t said ‘yes’ yet.”

“Yes, she will!” exclaimed Ned, as he turned around with a gleeful look on his face, only to see his naked daughter and turn back around.

“Father!” exclaimed Joan, before she turned to me and said: “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

I pulled her into another kiss that was interrupted by Mama.

“This is all very nice and I’m happy for you two. But she still needs to drink her tea.” said Mama.

“Your Grace, I’m not sure that’s really necessary,” said Ned. “They’re going to be married. She’ll be the Queen someday.”

“Maybe so,” said Mama. “But’s she’s not the Queen yet. Right now, she’s just a whore who fucked the Crown Prince. Until he puts his cloak on her, she’ll drink her moon-tea. You two can make heirs AFTER you get married.”

While Joan was sipping her moon-tea, Mama turned to Lord Umber.

“Since we’re going to be family now, you don’t have to call me ‘Your Grace’,” said Mama. “You can call me: ‘Whore’, all my friends do.”

“All right, Whore,” said Ned. “I’m proud to become a member of your family. Do you still work as one? I’d sure like to fuck you again.”

“Father!” squawked Joan.

“Usually just the locals here in town,” admitted Mama. “But I could make an exception for you. You’re a lot bigger than last time”

“Joan, Whore and I are going to go have grown up talk,” teased Ned. “Why don’t you go fuck your fiancé again?”

And she did.


Afterwards, while we were trying to catch our breath, I panted out:

“It’s a good thing I got here on time.” I said. “I mean, what if I had been late getting here and some other man had tried to hire you?”

Joan’s face turned red and she avoided my gaze as she said: “Well . . . actually . . .”

“No! You didn’t!” I gasped.

“I came here straight from the training yard,” explained Joan. “I wanted to take a bath with her Grace’s fancy soaps. After I was ready for you, I still had a lot of time. So when she called for all the available girls, I went out and took my place in the line. And he picked me. After he was done, there was still time. So I whored myself again. I figured there wouldn’t be any harm. If I was going to be a whore for the night, I might was well be a real one. I didn’t know you were going to ask me to be your Queen. Do you still want me? I mean, now that you know what a slutty whore I have been tonight?”

My response was to pull her into a kiss. I was able to fuck her a fourth time. But I wasn’t able to finish and stopped after I was too tired to keep going.


The next morning everyone in the castle seemed to know what happened, even though I had yet to tell anyone that I had asked Joan to marry me. When I went to break my fast, Wilma took one look at me and ran from the high table crying. Lord Manderly congratulated me as he left the room following his daughter. They had already left for White Harbor before I finished my morning meal. I sat down next to Mother.

“I asked Joan Umber to marry me,” I told my Mother, the Queen.

“I know,” replied Mother. “She’s a good choice. The Umbers are an important Northern family and you two seem to like each other.”

“She’s my best friend,” I told Mother. “I’m sure we’ll be happy together.”

While Mother was pleased that we were now engaged, she must have said something to the servants. Because every time Joan and I tried to be alone anywhere in the castle. One of them would show up to make certain we had no privacy. Fortunately, although my Mother, the Queen was trying to cock-block me, my Mama, the Whore was perfectly fine with us meeting at her brothel. If we snuck out separately, and late at night. Joan could whore herself to me. Mama’s only restriction was that Joan had to drink Moon tea after.


After a month of preparation we finally had the wedding. Lords and Ladies from all over the North came to see my put my cloak on her. But it was also attended by a bunch of Mama’s and my friends from Wintertown, including Kayti, and both the men whom Joan had whored herself to, before me. Both of them were childhood friends of mine, who didn’t know at the time, that they were fucking the future Queen.

We had a good life. I already had grandchildren by the time Mother died and I inherited the Throne. By then, my sister, Madam, had been a whore for ten years before Mama made her the madame of the Wintertown brothel. The things Joan had done had become public knowledge. As a result the stigma of being a whore had decreased even more than Mama had done. Some High born girls were selling their maidenhood when they became women. This was more common amongst the poorer noblewomen who needed to raise a dowery. It was so widespread that it had become part of the courting process for a noblewoman to go to her local brothel where her suitor could pay her for the privilege of fucking her before the wedding had happened. Some noble women were even following in Joan’s footsteps and becoming whores for a short time after they had matured into being women.

Our son, Eddard, was Crown Prince after me. He had married Lyra Flint and already had two children by the time I became king.