The Unyielding Stag (Game of Thrones AU/Invincible)
Chapter 45: Arianne & Tyene

A/N: Arianne is putting her foot down!

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One would think that Arianne Martell would be used to not getting her way. Her father had always seemed insistent on stymying her at every turn, after all. But Doran was just one man and he couldn't be everywhere all at once. She'd only become more and more rebellious as she'd grown up under his uncaring, spiteful thumb and that had resulted in her doing quite a lot of scandalous and salacious things behind his back.

And yet, ever since coming to King's landing, the Princess of Dorne had truly been on her best behavior. She'd made no attempt to seduce any man except for the king and she had not shared her bed with a single other person. There was only one who Arianne had her eyes set upon… and he barely gave her the time of day.

Well no, that wasn't entirely true and she knew it. Really, Axel Baratheon made plenty of time for her. Sometimes he made time for her multiple days in a row, though Arianne always knew that meant he was doing the exact same thing for Sansa Stark as well. If she wanted Axel all to herself for an entire day, than she had to expect that he would in turn give Sansa an entire day next.

The problem was, nothing had happened between them. She was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, one of the most beautiful women in the entirety of the Seven Kingdoms… and she knew Axel believed that too. It wasn't that he was ignoring her beauty or anything like that. He was simply… restraining himself.

At first, Arianne had assumed that Axel must be visiting brothels or having whores brought to him just like his father would have done. There was no way a man with eyes as hungry as his could possibly resist her wiles for weeks on end without getting his needs taken care of somewhere by some woman… right?

If she HAD found out that he was partaking in whores on the regular, Arianne would probably have started partaking as well, even if it ruined her chances of becoming Queen. The problem was… he wasn't. The servants she'd brought to King's Landing had been useful eyes and ears throughout the city. As had the three Sand Snakes who had come with her from Dorne.

Obara reported that Axel spent time each day in the Red Keep's training yard, sparring with anyone who would challenge him. Be it Kingsguard, random knights, Brienne of Tarth, or even Obara herself, he would not ever back down from a spar. Apparently he fought better than anyone Obara had ever faced and she had yet to land a blow on him to this day, something Arianne knew angered the other woman to no end.

Nymeria, meanwhile, reported on his trips into the city each morning to pray. He DID purposefully take circuitous routes from the Great Sept of Baelor back to the Red Keep according to her findings. However, he never stopped at a single brothel, nor did he have a smallfolk mistress on the side or anything like that.

Admittedly, sometimes Nymeria failed to keep track of Axel, like when he'd somehow run across Asha Greyjoy in trouble and saved her from thugs down by the docks. But the quiet, sneaky Sand Snake nevertheless claimed to consider it incredibly unlikely that Axel was fucking any other woman on the side.

And finally there was Tyene. Her ever faithful, ever loyal Tyene. Her best friend and handmaiden had visited the Great Sept herself to ask after the King. Her innocent demeanor and pious attitude allowed her to make easy conversation with numerous members of the Most Devout.

But no one had a single bad thing to say about Axel Baratheon. He wasn't doing anything untoward at the Great Sept either, such as seducing young Septas and fucking them silly behind the statue of the Stranger or something.

By the Seven, it was frustrating. Arianne had done everything save for throwing herself at Axel's feet and begging him to fuck her. And technically, she hadn't really lost yet either. So then why did it feel like Sansa Stark was gaining ground on her? And why did it feel like the arrival of Asha Greyjoy was another blow to her chances of becoming Queen?

Enough was enough, Arianne had decided. Which is why when Axel enters her chambers on this fine day, she's no longer holding back.

"… Princess."

Smirking, Arianne lounges back, reveling in his staring as the King gazes upon her flesh, feasting upon the view. She's not entirely naked… but she might as well be. Wearing nothing but small gossamer coverings over her nipples and crotch, Arianne's current garment can barely even be called a dress, really. However, the gold chains looped around her waist and neck along with the golden bracelets and anklets… they add something that her just being naked would be missing, she likes to think.

Admittedly, it's the kind of attire that would be found on a pleasure slave in one of the Free Cities. Her outfit is something that not even a Dornish Princess should be caught wearing. But Arianne didn't care anymore. She was done playing games. It was time to go for the kill.

"My King. Please, come and have some wine with me."

Axel raises an eyebrow… and then moves to pour himself a glass. Arianne watches with lidded eyes. It's interesting, she'd noticed that there was a much greater focus on potential poisonings and therefore taste testing at the Red Keep when she arrived.

However, some investigation on Nymeria and Tyene's part uncovered that it might not actually even be connected to Dorne's… reputation. Apparently, there were rumors among the Red Keep's serving staff that Cersei Lannister had admitted to trying to poison Axel all his life. There was also a rather fanciful tale regarding the Strangler and a meat pie back in the Eyrie that Arianne wasn't sure if she truly believed or not.

And yet, while the servants whispered that Cersei Lannister's confessions had made the King leery of future poisonings, Axel himself barely bothered with taste testers in private from what Arianne had seen. Either he trusted her… or he truly did believe he was immune to poisons.

Either way, once he takes a long draw of wine, Arianne snaps her fingers, implementing the next stage of her plan. Coming through a curtain stretched across the entrance to the next chamber, Tyene Sand steps out in her usual innocent attire reminiscent of a Septa.

Axel looks to Arianne's closest ally curiously for a moment… before raising his brow as Tyene reaches up, does something to her gown, and lets it slip free of her body like it's become liquid. The conservative dress drops off of Tyene's slim figure like it was never there to begin with and Tyene steps out of it as though she's just shed an old skin, revealing the new one underneath. Her pale, nude form is on full display as she walks up to Axel… and sinks to her knees before him in supplication.

Arianne half-expects the King to say something, to stop Tyene or deflect before this can go any further like he's done so many times before. They've not yet been this direct of course in the past several weeks, but she suspects Axel has recognized their seduction attempts for a while all the same. And he's always shut them down previously.

… He doesn't this time. He simply watches as Tyene deftly frees his cock from its confines and begins stroking it with soft, silken palms. Looking up at him with her big blue eyes, still exuding faux innocence through every pore, Tyene leans in and begins to gently kiss the tip of his cock, sucking at just the head of his member right then and there.

Axel's breath hitches and Arianne can tell that Tyene has enraptured him with her antics. Meanwhile, the blonde Sand Snake's hands continue to stroke up and down his shaft while she all but makes love to the bulbous tip of his cock.

He's certainly well endowed, Arianne absently notes as she lets her own hands wander down the length of her mostly naked body. Axel notices immediately of course, his eyes moving to her even as he places a hand atop Tyene's head.

Arianne shivers as he looks at her. He looks… rather Kingly in that moment, her handmaiden's blonde locks bouncing as she strokes his cock and sucks the tip, all while he stares lustfully in Arianne's direction.

It hits her then like a bolt of lightning. He's already fucked Sansa Stark, hasn't he? That's why he's so willing to let this happen. The thought has Arianne shooting up from the lounge, her hands curling into fists for a moment before she calms herself down. Axel just arches a brow at her, making the Princess of Dorne flush a little.

Slowly, much more seductively, she finishes rising to her feet. Letting her beautiful body do the talking for her, she struts over to Axel even as Tyene continues her ministrations, worshipping the King's phallus like it's her god.

Pressing her ample bosom into Axel's side, Arianne narrows her eyes up at him even as she runs a hand down his chest.

"I've been outplayed, haven't I? You've already been with Stark."

Far from looking ashamed, Axel only seems to be amused as he gazes down at her.

"Yes. And no. Sansa insisted on keeping her maidenhead intact unless I choose her to be my Queen. She will only let me have her at our bedding for the consummation of our marriage. No sooner than that. However… there are other ways we could indulge in one another without risking such things. And she was very insistent."

Tch, she'd misjudged Sansa Stark than. Arianne truly hadn't thought the other woman had it in her, but clearly there was more dire wolf blood than she'd originally thought. Arianne had pegged Sansa as nothing more than a useless trout and unfortunately it seemed she'd been wrong.

Still, that didn't make this unsalvageable. In fact, Axel's own words had just shown her the path to victory.

"How selfish of her, my King. And how selfless of you to allow her to keep such a thing even as she offered up everything else."

Axel just lifts a brow, still smiling. Arianne smiles back, her eyes glittering as she steps away from him… and pulls even the small scraps of gossamer off of her form, showcasing her large breasts and glistening wet slit in their entirety.

"Fortunately for you, you have another woman who's willing to give you everything she has. I will hold nothing back from you, my King. All I ask is that you hold nothing back in turn~"

She knows she has him just from the hunger in his eyes… and all the teasing Tyene has done down on her knees. Between the two of them, they can make it so that Axel Baratheon forgets all about Sansa Stark.

By the end of this evening, Arianne will have the young, inexperienced King BEGGING for her to accept the title of Queen!

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PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"B-By the Seven! Gods, you're STILL going! A-Ah, hah, f-fuck!"

Axel grins wickedly as he claps Arianne's cheeks from behind, pounding into the absolutely gorgeous Dornish Princess with all his might. His cock splits open her cunt as she claws at the bed, his hips crashing into her rather round, rather expansive buttocks over and over again.

In response, Arianne tosses her head back, her raven-black curls bouncing all over the place along with every voluptuous inch of her frankly sinful body. Her pussy walls clench and squeeze around his cock, trying desperately to hold him in place for even a second… but to no avail.

Axel plows her fertile fields like there's no tomorrow, grunting as he plunders her depths over and over again without hesitation and without mercy.

Nearby, laid out on the other side of the bed still trembling from the effects of her own turn with him, is Tyene Sand. The innocent-seeming blonde handmaiden was absolutely anything but. That technique with her mouth and tongue had been absolutely out of this world.

However, neither woman, for all their delightful and delicious experience, was prepared for him. They'd been going at it for hours now, the three of them and Arianne and Tyene had traded off constantly to try and exhaust him.

It was obvious from the very beginning that Arianne Martell believed she could get one over on Sansa Stark by offering him what the other woman would not. But while Axel did not think less of Arianne for having lost her maidenhead many years ago, he also did not think less of Sansa for wanting to keep hers intact until the consummation of her marriage.

That said, he had endless stamina and a will to use it. Coming up against that, it was as though Arianne and Tyene had effectively thrown themselves headfirst into a stone wall. And then they'd kept doing it, because they didn't know what else to do or any other tactic to try.

The more he fucked them both, the more Axel had come to realize that they really weren't the seductresses they billed themselves as. Either that or they simply hadn't ever had to deal with a man who could call them on their shit and go toe to toe with them.

Truly, they'd pulled out every trick in their respective arsenals. Such as… seduce him. And… seduce him harder. Oh, and cum all over his cock again and again until they were mewling, moaning, insensate messes. But Axel wasn't entirely sure that that last one was part of their plan, heh.

Gripping down on Arianne's dusky Dornish behind, enjoying the way her massive tits are bouncing and swinging and jiggling under her as she claws at the bed and gasps for breath, Axel closes in on his final release. Not because he's getting tired, but because he can tell that just like Tyene, Arianne is about ready to be done. She can't take much more of him.

And so he makes this last one a good one, drawing one final squealing, shrieking, explosive orgasm from Arianne's moaning mouth before he finally pulls out of her clenching cunt and proceeds to paint her sweat-covered back white with his seed.

He cums and cums, coating Arianne from the nape of her neck all the way down to her voluminous backside for good measure before finally, he's finished and lets go of her.

The Dornish Princess collapses forward onto her front, her limbs and massive pillowy breasts splayed out on either side of her torso as she pants heavily and tries to catch her breath.

Meanwhile, this would be the point where Tyene jumped back in and distracted him long enough for Arianne to recover for another round. Or rather, that's how it'd been hours ago, when they still had plenty of energy to go around.

As it is, Tyene has one arm covering her face and is still twitching her way through the aftershocks of her last orgasm, his seed covering her pale tits and belly as she lays there with her legs spread and her pussy trying to clench down on empty air.

Neither woman is in any position to continue so Axel starts getting dressed, smiling all the while. By the time he's finally done, Arianne is a bit more conscious of her surroundings. Enough so that when he goes to her and brushes her sweat-soaked hair out of her face, she's able to look up at him with tired but determined eyes.

"W-Wait. I-mmph!"

But Axel silences her with a kiss, one that starts somewhat chaste but quickly deepens as she introduces tongue to the mix. However, she doesn't even have the strength to keep kissing him for long. In the end, Axel has to take over, finishing things up by swiping his own tongue along hers before pulling back and smiling.

"Hush. You did well, Princess. You and your handmaiden both. Rest now."

Arianne whimpers in protest at that but can't muster up the strength to do anything else as he leaves her to recuperate, stepping out of her chambers.

Unfortunately, he's no closer to deciding who should be his Queen. He wants them both, damn it… but obviously that's not allowed. So who the fuck is he going to choose?

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A/N: Poor Axel, such a difficult choice…

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