GoT - Wrap After-Party Pt. 02

So after going through post-first draft depression, here's part 2. Hope you like it, I know I didn't.

It should be said that there is a scene out there with maybe/maybe not watersport. It's actually very mild and really up to you to decide if it is or not. (Author's hint: it's not! I'm not into that shit, you weirdo!)

And DISCLAIMER: All the famous names appearing in this work of FICTION are purely coincidental, I swear.

*****

It was a haunting spectacle Maisie was giving unaware. Her mind cut off, suspended between a violent arousal and a waiting fear, her body had taken over—though not any less constrained—over time reduced to a range of muscular reflexes that were the pure and never-seen depths of an intimacy.

Nothing more/Nothing less than this she had made herself: a body, left alone to fight with lust, thinking itself alone enough to allow lust to win. And now its bareness was a delirium visible to the three sets of eyes fixed on her. Under the ropes, this perfectly naked thing was loose, deaf to the footsteps closing in, blind to the light turning on, instead struggling against the bonds with the most involuntary utmost sensuality, mumbling pleading things no one could understand, shifting on the bed to hump the air with all-powerful genitals intoxicated of being so denied.

And Emilia was uncomfortable being able to see Maisie like this. She never had been much into peeping, to have this ascendancy over someone, and thus she was feeling out of place. But had she been a little more honest with herself, she would have spotted the Freudian slip. Yes, her due place was on that bed, with this fourth slave—another sister—bundled up like a fucktoy begging to be picked out of its box.

Yet her gaze was of helpless fascination, rough like a tongue, running over the naked body, dwelling on the abnormal penis. It was the same for Natalie and Rose. And those three were the actual spectacle—irresolute looks, dangling arms—reserved to Sophie who was standing aside, arms crossed, observing her three new pets with a perverse satisfaction. As planned.

She could even guess the internal monologues: How long.

Long enough to leave bruises under the rope; long enough to leave a pool of precum on the mattress. (Had she been hard the whole time?) She was there when the party started. They saw her when... They saw her, they shared a drink, they hugged, they...

Long enough to lose my mind, Emilia thought.

Something that would never happen to Maisie's kind. According to the rumours at least. The futanari, as they were called, were a modern-day legend, circulating on social media, not backed by any science, any visual proof, and if it was true—so far it was—those dick-women were made for going through such purgatories of horniness. Hypersexual beasts, eating dopamine raw.

Turns out Sophie Turner had captured a live specimen.

Emilia's pussy clenched around its plug.

The scheming host finally broke the entertaining awkwardness:

'Yes it's true, this woman has a dick. Forty centimetres and fully functional. Come closer, don't be shy!'

She sat on the bed. The young futa turned her head in a swift, animalistic impulse, unable to stretch it completely towards the source of the pressure on the mattress.

'Are you ready for us, Maiz?' Sophie purred, stroking her friend's hair, loosening some of the knots, tightening others.

'You couldn't imagine my surprise when after all these years my BFF finally told me her...secret. Such a sneaky little slut! This big boy right here can be so small when it's soft.' She removed a bud from Maisie's ear: 'You sneaky little slut!' she whispered and put it back immediately. As she did, Maisie moaned in fear and anticipation, ballgag vibrating. Then she sniffed the air and whimpered, having caught the reek of the load on Sophie's face.

Alongside smell, she had one other sense left to feel: touch. Sophie poked the monstrous penis and it throbbed so abruptly it startled Rose.

'She's a futanari? Is that the word?' Emilia asked.

'Yep!'

'So they're real after all.'

'Yep!'

'And I guess Mophie was real too after all,' Natalie said, not without some trepidation in her voice.

'Yeah...'

'How did it happen? Did it grow all of a sudden, like a werewolf or something?'

The eyes of Sophie immediately became hazy as she recalled the moment.

She always thought Maisie was a prude. The funniest girl in the world but definitely a prude when it came to bedroom stuff.

'Like, she was a never-nude because of that dick, can you imagine? While I walk around tits & butts out pretty much all the time.'

And then Comic-Con happened. When Maisie saw her flirting with Natalie, when she heard the story of that first time, when she listened to her friend affirming her bisexuality with so much liberation, she couldn't hold back her condition anymore. And they started talking. About sex. About everything. And how Maisie Williams had been lusting over someone and this someone was Sophie Turner.

The young woman cupped her palm on her cheek. The girl responded to the pressure, tenderly. Then she jolted: Sophie had just pulled her foreskin back, making the bulbous cockhead pop out and flare wider in the cool air and turn purple and glisten. Her body arched as if everything in her, everything vital, all her force was magnetized to this swelling central point that was her glans. Then the great and slow contraction let go, just as suddenly, but not without a volley of precum which spattered her stomach.

'After that, she had no other choice but to tell me about the "detail". And show me too. I expected something horrible like a deformity or whatever. So I was relieved when I saw her little pecker.'

'And you just jumped at it,' Emilia joked.

'No! Honestly it looked like a micropenis.'

'A grower then.'

'Yeah. What I did was, I toyed with her pride to make her feel better. I convinced her to get hard to show me she had a big dick. You know...boys will be boys... And when she saw my face she felt like the queen of the world. I probably looked like how your faces look right now! I mean, you guys had seen a 16" cock before?'

No, they hadn't.

'She explained to me when you're a futa, after puberty you're basically horny 24/7 and it feels like heroin withdrawal and she was fucking exhausted. I was the only one who could relieve her, cause she saw how sexual I had become, she knew it wasn't just a phase. And she trusted me. And then—'

Then the tears were undeniable, rolling down her cheeks, mixing with the thick load.

'...then the L-word got involved,' Rose deducted.

'Yes.'

'And it's mutual.'

'Definitely.'

Sophie stopped; the rest of the story was private. There were no further questions about it, no jealousy either, no rivalry, no hierarchy. The only hierarchy Emilia and Maisie and Natalie and Rose and Sophie recognized was a small game embedded in submission, and submission only a small game within the sentimental immensity they were bathing in together without a clue of up and down, left and right.

Everyone's attention moved back to Maisie and her futa boner towering over the bed.

'So I guess you understand now why I made you wear those plugs.' Sophie said, carefully wiping the tears off her eyelids and avoiding the semen around.

'That knob is like twice as big though!' Natalie said.

'Of course, you thought I was gonna make it easy for you?'

Emilia felt shivers sweep down on her holes. Rings and walls. During her daily training, she had imagined how the night would unravel. She had pictured collections of toys and heaps of orgasms; but she had not prepared for such an unreal experience.

'Here's what I propose...' Sophie said. Without ever breaking eye contact with the three women, she went on to all fours over Maisie, facing her penis like for a 69. She brushed her face against the shaft and strove to delicately smear Brian's load all over it.

Then, once she was done and after a hungry look at the result, she snatched the giant bellend with her lips and pushed it in her mouth.

It was unreal, it looked unreal, Emilia had definitely found the right word.

The jaws of Sophie bent and she fed the shaft down her throat, steadily, with no pause for any of her gags and chokes or Maisie's jerks and squirms, only stopping ten long seconds later when her nose was buried in the swelling ballsack.

Everybody was staring, back and forth, in complete silence. Except for Maisie who was wailing hours of frustration out.

Then, with a total disregard for warm-up and build-up, Sophie began ramming her gullet, as easily as if she was pumping her pussy with her favourite toy, growling out the most obscene throat sounds Emilia had ever heard.

The eyes of Sophie, darting straight at them, were red and drowned in stingy tears but her only expression was of defiance.

Eventually she regurgitated the penis, strands of semen dangling between her lips and the tip. She straightened up to her knees, a mixture of spittle, cum and precum flowing down her chin, tears and sweat messing everything else, makeup, hair and dress, and at that moment Sophie Turner didn't look like a mere actress anymore, she looked like a pornstar.

'First, I'm gonna give Rose a lesson!' she said.

'What did I do wrong?...Mistress.'

'You blush! that's what you're doing wrong! You blushed when you took your clothes off, you even flinched when you said clitoris, for fuck's sake! It was cute when we were having casual sex together but now you have sworn you belonged to me! If you're self-conscious it means you're not sure I'm worthy of it! So I'm gonna fix it once and for all! Get on all fours! Now!'

When Sophie arrived, the redhead was already assuming the position, shaking and lost. Her mistress put a high-heeled foot on her right buttcheek, gripped the plug in her anus and pulled firmly. It resisted, they yelped—Rose in pain, Sophie in frustration. Then there was a wet fleshy noise and the sound of air rushing into a gaping hole. This time Rose yelped in pleasure.

'Keep yourself open! I swear if you let your arse close down I'll kick you out!' Sophie said and she spat through the anal ring.

Eyes shot open.

She turned around and headed back towards Maisie, grabbing an empty champagne glass from the bedstand. She put it under the peehole discharging precum in large globs. With her free hand, Sophie kneaded the testicles impatiently. It made the oozing a constant flow, so much that the glass was full in a few throbs.

She went back to her other slave, the opened one, kept wide by two trembling hands, and poured the clear liquid down the offered hole.

Emilia saw Rose's face contort in shock but it was still a stunned silence in Room 69. Sophie put the plug back in and moved back, probably to get a good view of a new spectacle about to happen.

Which happened.

Rose began throwing gasps at the floor.

'Is it working?' Sophie asked sternly.

'It feels weird. What did you do to me?'

'Futa precum is the most potent aphrodisiac ever. You told me you never had an anal orgasm, well you're gonna cum with your arse in 5...4...'

The short span of the rest of the countdown was enough to crush Rose between having to stay still and panicking. It felt that long to her brain, with way too many signals raining to her muscles before it was decided whether she would run away or be taken away by this alien orgasm already building up. The result was only pitiful little whines and scared looks around.

3...

Emilia, who caught some of these looks helpless and wickedly turned-on, knew that Rose had never been able to truly enjoy anal sex, but she knew something else: Rose had never been able to squirt either. To the point of becoming obsessed with trying. It was going to be too much to witness, because—2...—because Rose was rolling her hips like she had an itch inside she couldn't scratch—1...—then like she had a fire inside she couldn't put out—0...—then like she was understanding the scale—Come on, don't fight it—accepting—Don't fight it—Because arousal was so close to fear and both had been viciously hurled at Rose. It was too much to look at. But they all looked.

The gasps were knocked out of her mouth, replaced by still concentration, replaced by one drawn-out high-pitched roar which could only mean one thing, for the first time Rose Leslie was cumming with her arse. And for the first time, she constricted whole, like a tense dance pose, and liquid dripped between her knees as the slap of pleasure in her arsehole had ricocheted on her G-spot which had whiplashed through her Skene's glands.

Even Natalie cursed under her breath.

'So how was it?' Sophie teased her again.

'IfeltitinmyarseohmyGod!' Rose blurted out, twitching and panting.

'Yes you did. And how do you feel?'

'Oh...hn I...it feels goo—'

'No, how do you feel?'

'I-I feel like a cumhole!'

'Good enough. But not good enough. Tell us how you really feel, Rose.'

'I... OOOOOOH! I feel like the most beautiful whore in the world!'

'Spot on! Now you see, futa cock is like magic,' Sophie explained, 'So if you don't submit to me, I'll make you! Is that understood?'

Not quite listening, Rose worked her precum-saturated bowels around the plug again and came again, for an inordinately long time, very ostentatiously, unconcerned by the mess, unconcerned by anything anymore. The oversized plug inside her cunt was compressing her urethra, making the stream of cum stronger than what the squirters around her were used to.

Then instead of collapsing in stupor, Rose pounced on Sophie. 'Thank you, Mistress! Oh my God, thankyouthankyouthankyou!'

It was her turn to sob. Tears rolled down her face and more girljuice trickled down her clit. At that moment, she did look like the most beautiful whore, Emilia could witness.

It urged her to say: 'Mistress, I need to squirt too!'

'Me too.' Natalie added.

'Fine, have your way with her then.'

The two women mobbed their sister out of Sophie's arms and pushed her to her knees.

Natalie, the first ready, snarled: 'Open your mouth, little flower!' and before Rose did, the smirking blonde, with a few expert flicks on her pierced clit, was splashing her face. Then she was hitting the back of her mouth.

Emilia quickly joined in, aiming at the red bush she had always lusted after. Her jets of cum, long-awaited, felt like a blaze from her tight hole down to another blaze of pubes.

Rose came a few more times, without touching herself, without even acknowledging it, too caught up on gulping down squirt like she had done it her whole life.

When they were done, the newly analslut was a squirming shapeless form on the drenched carpet. Emilia stayed with her, kissing and licking her face, moaning joyfully, mouth open as Rose was ranting how she wanted to be filled up again and again, how she was gonna outslut everyone tonight and other pleading things no one could understand.

Then she plunged her hand between her soaking legs and came one last time, her tremors making her insides slosh.

*****

To cool things down, they had a little more champagne. And it gave them the time to realize two things:

They were drunk.

And at some point you really have to pee all that booze out.

Like a bunch of girls, they moved the party to the bathroom where they relieved their bladders one after the other on the only toilet and then "freshened up" together in the shower.

Not Sophie, who was to stay clothed all night, they guessed.

Because of it, someone dropped the word watersport and after a comedic beat, they all burst into a tipsy laughter, mocking the word as much as the idea itself, right away declining the kink.

Or postponing it.

*****

Walking back to the bedroom, Emilia could have almost forgotten it wasn't a girls' night out; her nudity had become a dress that comfortably fitted her and the buttplugs were like the ring you keep on at night. She was still giggling when she realized her mistress was addressing her.

'Since you were Brian's favourite,' she was saying, 'you get the first ride. Take the plug out of your cunt and replace it with Maisie.'

Natalie and Rose turned towards Emilia. She couldn't tell if it was envy on their faces; couldn't put words on the turmoil in her own mind either. But irrevocably, she wanted to comply.

Emilia stepped forward. She clawed at the base of the front plug. Her fingers were shaky and sweaty but she pulled and pulled. All around her, breathing became heavy. The toy slipped (that wet slurping noise again) and tumbled out to the floor.

She sat on the bed facing Sophie who was now lying beside Maisie. Emilia spread her legs and presented her gaping pussy.

'This hole is yours,' she said, holding her labia open with her fingers.

'Mmmh, looks very tempting!'

'Mistress, can I...worship your toy before I use it?'

'Sure.'

With visible relief, Emilia loomed over the petite futanari and zeroed in on her soles. As much as she hated the autistic cesspool that was the foot fetishist part of the Internet, she had always agreed with the general consensus that Maisie Williams had some of the most gorgeous feet in the business. And she was about to do what all those poor chaps could only miserably dream of doing.

She wrapped her fingers around her feet. And she kissed them. Slowly. Avidly. She reached for her not any less luscious legs, caressing them while suckling on her toes, giving a demonstration of her fellating skills.

Maisie was looking up blindly, delighted of the attention, bracing for something more or something worse. Behind her ballsack, her vagina was getting wet. Wetter. Emilia interrupted her fulfilled fantasy to go straight at it but Sophie swatted her away. 'Nuh-uh! Pussy's off-limits!'

Not losing momentum, Emilia fell back on Maisie's breasts which she smothered tirelessly. The cockhead was close now. She could feel its heat. Better save it for last.

While her kisses were spreading around, her hands were just as busy. Emilia was caressing anything that wasn't rope. Her new sister was smooth as silk and so reactive it was giving gooseflesh all around.

In just one surprisingly simple stroke, Sophie untied the ropes binding her thighs to her chest and Emilia could sit astride Maisie's lap. As she did, the stiff member stuck along her spine, going way past the middle of her back.

'I forgot you're so short,' her 5'9"-tall mistress said. 'This could make for an interesting sight. Go ahead!'

Emilia tilted and crawled back to get Maisie's genitals below her. She reached down. First the testicles, so big she could grab only one at a time. She massaged them, taking immense pleasure in it. The skin was hairless and taut, the two glands taking all the space inside the sack; it was obvious the futa had been denied for days, if not weeks.

Something churned inside, like an angry hive under her fingers. Emilia jumped and cursed.

'Oh yeah, I prepared her for tonight,' Sophie said. 'This whole month I edged her every chance I got and I locked her in chastity the rest of the time. Futas have to cum several times a day. She's fucking stacked up! Her first load is gonna be something to remember!'

'You mean it's her sperm I just felt?!'

'Yea.'

There was a furtive glance of OMG WTF between Rose and Emilia. Cut in by Natalie looking like WOW. Just WOW.

Next was the shaft. Veins buzzing just as hard as the torrents of cum inside the balls. The flesh underneath the skin responded to the delicate fingers Emilia placed onto it, making itself hard and tender for any fuckhole that would come and appease the agony.