A/N: Just a day in the life of a King with no worries and no enemies whatsoever. Sure is nice~
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"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
Life was good. Case in point, there was nothing better than waking up to the sensation of a pair of lips wrapped around the base of his cock as one of his women enthusiastically face fucks herself on his member. Axel doesn't even open his eyes fully or groan to signal he's awake right away. Instead, he just lays there enjoying the feeling while at the same time playing a game of guessing who it could be.
Hm… not Sansa. She would definitely wake him up with sex, but she would do so by impaling herself on his cock and riding him while planting light kisses on his lips until he was kissing her back and then seizing upon her body to roughly begin fucking her from below.
It wasn't Arianne either. While Axel wouldn't put it past the dusky Dornish Woman to wake him up with a good morning blowjob, right now she and Sansa were both doing their absolute best to get pregnant still. Axel knew it would probably be confirmed any day now that they already WERE pregnant, but until that happened they were still both eager as could be about the process.
Arianne would have been bouncing up and down on his cock as well, though she would have faced away from him to do so. Then, she would have squealed happily when he pulled her back by her throat so that her back was against his chest. All so he could reach around to alternate between fondling her great big dusky breasts and playing with her throbbing clit while fucking her from below.
That just left either Margaery or Tyene… but Tyene was much more methodical and slower paced. There was a reverence to her, a sort of worshipfulness ever since he'd been declared the 'Blessed Champion of the Seven' (along with way too many other titles to boot), that would have resulted in a much slower, more devoted act then what he's currently receiving.
Yes… in the end, this can only be one woman. This can only be… Margaery Tyrell. Mentally locking in his answer, Axel finally opens his eyes and pulls back the blankets to reveal just who is kneeling between his legs and deep throating his cock at this time in the morning. There, naked as the day she was born and staring up at him with bright eyes, is the beautiful Rose of Highgarden, just as he'd expected.
Margaery doesn't even hesitate or pause when he reveals her either. If anything, she redoubles her pace, bobbing up and down on his cock even harder and swirling her tongue this way and that as she sucks and slurps away at his member.
Axel groans his appreciation, reaching down and sliding his fingers through her brown locks. Only then does the beautiful young woman pause, if only to check if he wants to take over. But when she realizes that he's simply holding her hair to hold her hair and scratch at her scalp, she quickly returns to gagging herself on an impressive amount of his sizable length, bobbing up and down with just as much gusto as before if not more so.
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
Oh yes. Life was good.
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"Nnngh! F-Fuck! H-Harder. Give it to me harder, Axel!"
Huffing in amusement, Axel shakes his head even as he carefully modulates his strength and speed while fucking the more voluptuous and, if he's being honest, salacious of his two Queens. Arianne Martell, a Princess of Dorne by birth and now a Queen of the Seven Kingdoms by marriage to him, lets out a loud cry in response before tossing her head back as she cums again on his cock.
They're currently in one of the Red Keep's more private dining rooms, meant for when the King doesn't want to take a meal with the entirety of his court and isn't hosting some kind of feast of some sorts. Today, Axel had set aside time to eat lunch with Arianne specifically, just the two of them, something that he knew she'd been looking forward to.
To be fair, Axel had been looking forward to it as well, mostly because he knew things would probably turn out this way in the end. His Dornish Queen had such a one track mind sometimes… one that he enjoyed very much of course.
They'd at least managed to finish eating, but as soon as their plates were mostly clean, Arianne had stood up, sauntered over to Axel's side of the table, and pushed everything out from in front of him. Then, she'd hopped up onto the table's edge, spread her legs wide, and hiked up her dress to show off her lack of smallclothes while winking and talking about 'dessert'.
Needless to say, Axel had his cock out and buried in Arianne's hungering twat in mere moments and now here they were, with the beautiful dusky skinned woman hooking her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She clings to him for dear life as he pounds into her cunt with about half of his length, careful not to go any deeper.
Even as she begs for more, Axel has to be careful. Not just for the usual reasons such as not going overboard with his immense strength, but also because… well, Arianne and Sansa both might already be pregnant at this point.
It usually takes a while to know for sure and there are usually signs, but as Axel understands it, the pregnancy can have started a full month or so ahead of the signs. And given just how much seed he's been dumping in both his Queens, he really has no way of knowing if either of them is pregnant yet or not. But… he likes to think he's already done it by now.
Fortunately, there's no harm done in giving Arianne a slightly reserved version of the usual sex. She still cums her brains out for him, moaning up a storm and offering up her tits to him as he fucks her right there on the dining table. Its an offering Axel is more than willing to take her up on, leaning down to suckle at each of her dusky breasts and bite and nibble at her rock hard dark nipples one after the other.
He does this until he finally unloads deep inside of his beautiful Queen, making her shudder in orgasmic bliss, her eyes rolling back in her skull as she gurgles happily and jiggles delightfully in all the right places.
Another day, another load, another shot at making sure his Queens are very, very pregnant~
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An hour later, Axel finds himself sneaking into the Great Sept of Baelor in an identity concealing cloak. He wouldn't normally have to do such a thing, but after recovering from their lunchtime fun, Arianne had handed him a small key and told him that Tyene was waiting for him here. She'd made it sound like something positively scandalous… and he did so like the thrill of scandalous behavior.
Fortunately, all of his time at the Great Sept had taught Axel a lot about the place. Like just what this key was for. As it turned out, there were private rooms in the back area of the Great Sept of Baelor, meant for a number of different things and one of those rooms was what the key Arianne had given him went to.
Axel soon finds the door that corresponds to the markings on his key. Curious beyond belief, the young King fits the key int the lock and opens the door. He almost stops dead in his tracks when he sees what's waiting in the room beyond for him, but then he remembers himself and quickly steps inside and closes and locks the door behind him.
There, with candles burning around her, a woman in Septa's attire kneels before a smaller version of the Warrior's Statue. Her white head coverings and the grey robes she wears would normally conceal her identity… if said grey robes weren't in fact hiked up to reveal a familiar pale bottom jutting out in the direction of the door.
Anyone who had stepped foot into this room would have seen a Septa with their ass out and their glistening wet pussy lips on display, glittering with arousal from the candlelight. Fortunately, it had been Axel who had the key… just as he knew this was no real Septa, but instead a certain perverted Sand.
Still, he would be lying if he said he wasn't immediately aroused. Huffing his amusement, Axel shakes his head, puts away the key… and pulls out his cock. Moving forward, he can hear the quiet praying of the 'Septa' as she kneels in front of the statue. Though rather than asking the Warrior for anything, she seems to be singing his praises and showing her gratitude by thanking him for everything he's done and continues to do for her.
Tyene's praying stops when Axel finally kneels down behind her and grabs hold of her hips. Her breath hitches, but she doesn't tense or freeze or anything… it seems like she never had any doubt what he would do when he found her in this position.
As he sinks his cock into her sopping wet depths from behind, Axel leans forward, staring at the small statue of the Warrior even as he growls into Tyene's ear.
"Some might call this blasphemous behavior, you know."
Panting and moaning softly as he fills her with his shaft, Tyene merely gazes up at the statue of the warrior as well, her hands clasped together in front of her as she takes his member from behind.
"The mewling of l-lesser men and women matters little, Your Grace. All that m-matters is what you want, in the end."
Axel sighs and just buries his face in Tyene's neck, his hands squeezing her hips as he begins to fuck her a bit harder, until the sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the small room and her moans grow louder and louder. Eventually, he has to cover her mouth to shut her up.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
For all that Tyene thinks him above religious censure as well as the 'petty' concerns of others, Axel tries not to get too big of a head from her constant worshipful attitude. All the same, there's something undeniably arousing about fucking her dressed as a Septa in the heart of the Great Sept of Baelor.
… The Most Devout can never find out about this.
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"Take me flying."
Axel raises an eyebrow at Sansa's demanding tone, causing his Northern Queen to flush a little bit in response. But she doesn't back down, maintaining her posture and holding her head high as she gazes at him with those beautiful blue eyes of hers.
"This is my time, is it not? I want to fly with you. To see the city and all of its surroundings from high up while the sun sets in the distance."
That… brings a smile to Axel's face. Chuckling, he nods and offers Sansa his arm. She quickly moves in, placing her feet on his feet and wrapping herself around him as best she can, even as he secures her with his own arms.
Indeed, not a day went by where Axel didn't make time for his Queens. Sometimes, they were happy to have him together, but other times they wanted him all to themselves. As such, when Arianne asked to have lunch alone with him, Sansa in turn got private time with him later in the day, close to sunset.
Though he'd definitely been expecting her to push him down and impale herself on his cock. This… this was a nice enough change of pace, Axel had to admit. Embracing one another, they both begin to float up into the air, the King taking them out of the Red Keep's godswood and higher and higher into the sky.
Sansa gasps as she looks around them, taking in the sights and seeming quite astounded. She's downright giddy with excitement, and the beaming smile on her face makes it all worth it.
"It's so beautiful…"
Axel, who is staring right at Sansa's face, just nods in agreement.
"Yes it is."
When she realizes a moment later that he's talking about her and not the surrounding view, Sansa blushes and smacks his back lightly in reproach at the teasing, though her smile doesn't diminish even remotely.
They stay like that for a time, simply enjoying the sunset with one another. This high up, they get to watch it set on the horizon for a lot longer without having any sort of landmarks or geographical issues in the way of their view. Hell, from this high up, you can almost see all the way to the Westerlands from here.
Cuddling in close to him, Sansa rubs her face against his chest for a moment before looking up at Axel.
"Next time we come up here… I want you to fuck me like this."
Axel's eyes widen, even as he finds himself almost immediately hardening at the thought. Even still, it's a little bit ridiculous, right?
"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Sansa. What if… what if I dropped you?"
But his Northern Queen just smiles and shakes her head.
"You won't."
She says it with such conviction and certainty that Axel finds he's the one flushing in embarrassment now. His women think the world of him. They think he can do anything… and to be fair, in a lot of ways, they're right. But Axel knows he's not infallible. He might be undefeated, but he can still make mistakes. He can still fuck up.
"… We'll practice in the bedroom, hovering over the bed first. Just to be safe."
Sansa just shrugs in response, seeming completely unbothered by the prospect of slipping off of his cock and plummeting to her death or something like that if he were to fuck up.
"If you insist."
Axel huffs in exasperated amusement. His Northern Queen could sometimes be as implacable and stubborn as the frozen snowy lands she heralded from. But he would be lying if he said he didn't love her for it all the same…
"Now come, we should probably head back down. The others will be waiting for us to start dinner."
Right.
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They do indeed have dinner together, the five of them. And then they do a lot more together after that as well. Hours later, well past the point where evening becomes proper night, Axel Baratheon lays in his bed. Not as the bed's only occupant mind, but he is the only one still conscious.
With Sansa pressed into his right side, Arianne pressed into his left side, and both Margaery and Tyene spooning either of his Queens as well, Axel is surrounded by soft, feminine flesh in every direction. He holds them all close, luxuriating in the feeling of their bodies, even as Sansa and Arianne both leak fresh loads from his rock hard cock down betwixt their inner thighs.
They'd done some light testing regarding Sansa's request, much to the amazement and excitement of the others. Sansa had bounced up and down on his cock while Axel had maintained his concentration and remained floating a couple feet off of the bed. It wasn't as simple or easy as it might have seemed though, so he was quite glad he'd insisted on trying it out in the bedroom first.
Still, he knows that Sansa will convince him to take her out for another flight soon, and no doubt she'll beg him to fuck her high above the city among the clouds at some point. Probably before she and Arianne are confirmed properly pregnant too, he would imagine. Because once they are, Axel will have no issues treating both of his Queens like fragile glass.
He'd been to see Asha over in the Iron Islands a week ago as well. The Lady Reaper of Pyke was doing quite well for herself, mostly on account of a lot of the previous generation of Ironborn being dead or sent to the Wall, but also because of how much coin they were making from harvesting the Kraken and Sea Dragon that Axel had brought to Pyke for her.
She wasn't pregnant yet either as far as she knew, though they'd certainly fucked a few times while he was there to help her along.
Still, Axel knew he just needed to be patient. For so long, he'd made sure he wouldn't be having any children outside of wedlock. Now that he had his Queens and the arrangement with Asha, that was out of the window. Axel was confident that he was virile enough, and Sansa, Arianne, and Asha were all fertile enough, that they could make something happen.
Until then, it was just going to be more days like today, where Axel made sure to take as many opportunities as possible to knock his beloved Queens up. In the end, it was only a matter of time…
And besides, it wasn't like they had any sort of deadline or anything like that. They had all the time in the world now that Westeros was finally at peace…
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A/N: Such a nice, lovely day for Axel and his women~
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