Game of Bones

“Game of Bones”

The Throne Room was buzzing with the usual political intrigue and debauchery. Kings and Queen, Lords and Ladies, all engaged in their power plays and perverse pleasures. But today, the focus was on the most anticipated event of the season: the nude games.

Lord Tywin Lannister sat on his throne, eyes roaming the crowd eagerly. He’d selected his favorite concubines for the event: the blonde, petite Sansa Stark, the curvy redhead Margaery Tyrell, and the sultry brunette Daenerys Targaryen. The three women stood before his throne, hands bound behind their backs, awaiting their fate.

“Bring forth the first challenger,” Tywin commanded. Sansa was shoved forward. Her large breasts bounced with each step, drawing Tywin’s hungry gaze. A large erect penis made of stone sat before her.

“Service the throne, Stark girl,” Tywin ordered with a cruel sneer. Sansa paled, but dropped to her knees. She leaned forward, pressing her soft lips to the hard stone surface. The crowd roared its approval.

Margaery was next. She was thrust onto a rickety wooden table, arms pulled taut above her head. A huge stone phallus dangled before her pussy.

“Fuck yourself on it, whore,” Tywin barked. Margaery whimpered but did as she was told, rubbing her dripping slit against the cold, unyielding stone. The crowd jeered and laughed as she strained and writhed.

Finally, Daenerys was brought forth. She was tied to a stake, hands still restrained. A slippery stone cock was thrust into her mouth.

“Suck it, targaryen bitch,” Tywin growled. Daenerys clenched her eyes shut in disgust, but wrapped her plump lips around the stone. The crowd was silent, watching intently as she struggled to please the phallic statue.

As the competition continued, Sansa took the lead, pleasuring the throne with endless kisses and licks. But Margaery fought back, determined to win. She mounted the stone cock and slammed herself upon it, drawing ooohs from the watching crowd.

And Daenerys, the last to defile one, surprised them all when she began to suck enthusiastically, red hair swinging as she bobbed her head. Soon, it was a three-way race.

Tywin watched, stroking himself beneath his robes, as his three bound prizes pushed themselves to the brink of sexual exhaustion. But in the end, there could only be one winner.

Sansa’s ears picked up Tywin’s polluted cum exploding from the stone, splashing her pert face. She opened her eyes to see Tywin clap his hands – and his semen dripping from her face. The crowd erupted in unwanted applause.

Tywin smiled wickedly. He flicked his wrists, and his concubines were released.

“Margaery, Daenerys – you both may service me in my chambers tonight,” he said casually. Both women exchanged terrified glances, trying to hide their disgust. But Tywin was already leaving the Throne Room, Lannister soldiers in tow…

That evening, Tywin lounged on his bed, nude except for a bathrobe. Margaery and Daenerys kneeled beside him, clad in lacy lingerie. Despite the opulence of Tywin’s spacious chamber, the atmosphere was tense.

“Now, girls,” Tywin began, patting his barely concealed cock, “let’s see what you’ve learned.” At his goading, Margaery and Daenerys exchanged uneasy looks. With a sigh, Daenerys leaned in to kiss Tywin’s knee, working her way up his thigh. She smelled his musky, dominant scent, saw his cock jump beneath the robe. The urge to gag almost overcame her, but she pressedForward with grim determination.

Margaery mirrored her, leaning in to kiss Tywin’s other knee. Her tongue flicked out to taste the salty skin, and she bite back a shudder at the taste. Margaery traveled slowly up Tywin’s thigh, rising to her knees as her kisses climbed. She pressed soft breasts againstTywin’s leg as her tongue sensationally grazed along the crease in his groin. She hooked a finger in Tywin’s robe and tugged it away, exposing his robust manhood. She leaned in close, feeling the head nudge her lower lip. She resisted the urge to recoil and slowly parted her lips, leaning in to engulf Tywin’s cock in her warm hot mouth.

Daenerys copied her rival, leaning in to wrap her lips around Tywin’s other pole, her own body shaking with shame as she tasted them together, each side of his thick, horrible cock. Daenerys began to suck rhythmically, knowing her overdue a major release after the day’s events. She knew she was at the end of her resistance with Tywin.

As Tywin tank his full advantage, unleashing a torrent of acidic cum into the redhead’s mouth, he turned to the brunette, eager for her share of his seed. Margaery gagged as Tywin grabbed her hair, forcing his spent member into her mouth for cleaning. She struggled, but Tywin wouldn’t let her pull away until she’d swallowed every bitter drop.

Spent and satisfied, Tywin dismissed his two concubines with a wave. “Until tomorrow,” he said, a cruel glint in his eyes. The two women scurried out, leaving Tywin alone in his lair, already scheming ways he could ensure his victory in the ongoing Game of Bones.

But unknown to Tywin, that’s when Daenerys and Margaery formulate a secret plan to one day put the man in his place – by joining forces and seducing him with each other’s beauty.

It was a bawdy and naughty revenge fantasy in a post-modern medieval adult satire form to be sure, most gamers would have a heart attack if most called for. It would take courage for a developer to create such naughty fair to exploit and accentuate what they’ve always implied in the series. News of such release is bound to cause explosive reactions of abject moral outrage when it hits – or already been made!