#nedaly

Alyssandra emerged from her boudoir, gray silk clinging to her like water on stone. I let my eyes wander as she languidly approached, appreciating every inviting curve. She stopped in front of me and bent, placing her hands on my shoulders for balance. Her lips met mine with a tender warmth, although it quickly gave way to need, her tongue caressing mine, her hands slipping down to my chest, exposed when I had loosened the ties of my shirt. I slid a hand up her thigh, across her hip and over her ribs, brushing her breast and skimming her collarbone, coming to rest against her throat. I pushed her back. Gently. (For now.)

“Needy tonight, are you?” I murmured.

“I am always needy for you, Eddard,” she softly replied. “You know that. My handsome wolf.” She smiled, heat in her eyes, and sank to her knees. Her delicate hands glided up my thighs, her gaze locked with mine as she slowly dragged her tongue over my leather-encased cock. I laced my fingers in her fiery hair, tilting her head back. Carefully, I slid my foot between her legs. Alyssandra gasped as the toe of my boot flicked up and hit her cunt; the summer sky eyes holding mine pleaded for more.

“Hump my boot.” 

Her brow furrowed, my sweet wife unused to me giving her such lewd orders. I leaned down and kissed her, hard, gripping her hair tightly. When I leaned back again, she let out a quiet whimper, making my cock twitch.

“Hump my boot, little fox, and then the big bad wolf shall fill you up. Alright?”

Alyssandra grinned and nodded. She wiggled into position, wrapping her hands around my calf and resting her chin on my thigh. She began to move her hips; after a minute, I stroked her hair, and at my touch she closed her eyes and nuzzled at my cock.

“Please, Eddard,” she murmured.

“Let me see you release first, my heart,” I replied softly. “Let me watch you.”

The door opened behind me. My hand froze on the back of her head.

“Ned, you wanted to speak to me? Aly said it was important.”

Evander. Alyssandra’s gaze met mine and her teeth dug into her lip as she tried not to grin, continuing the movements of her hips. I narrowed my eyes in feigned annoyance. Minx.

“Ned? What did you…” Evander’s voice trailed off as he came around the chair and saw my wife on her knees, just a wisp of silk covering her, her face pressed to my cock and her hips rutting against my boot.

“Fuck.”

Evander swallowed. If it was anyone else, the fact that he seemed unable to move his eyes away from her would enrage me. But this was my closest friend, who my wife had quietly pointed out desperately wanted me, and who she had quietly expressed interest in as well. So his gaze lingering on the thigh peeking out from under her nightgown was amusing instead of infuriating. I cleared my throat.

“Shit!” His eyes snapped to mine, then snapped closed. “Forgive me! I’ll come back!”

“But Evander,” Alyssandra whined, sweet and breathy, making his eyes open again, “you’re already here. Stay, please?”

He gazed at her longingly, blinking rapidly as she sat up, arching her back; one gossamer strap slipped down her shoulder, and her panting breasts threatened to spill from the silk at any second. I tugged her head back, her throat calling for teeth to sink in or a hand to wrap around, then I flicked my toe up again, drawing a pleased little squeak from her. Evander swallowed a second time.

“I do not react well when men do not listen to my wife’s requests,” I said lowly, tipping my head towards the chair facing me. “Sit, Ev.”

Slowly, he obeyed. His eyes darted over us, as though he was afraid we would reprimand him if he looked anywhere too long. Alyssandra smiled over her shoulder at him, rolling her hips again. I leaned back, fiddling with a bit of her hair. 

“You seem tense, Evan,” Alyssandra teased lightly.

“I am,” Evander responded, his eyes lingering on the very clear bulge in my breeches. Alyssandra opened her mouth, a merciless glint in her eyes. 

“Darling, you make men tense when you’re fully clothed and not looking at them,” I momentarily saved Evander from further taunting. “And you’re currently batting your lashes at him and licking your lips while wearing, for all intents and purposes, a handful of fog. Of course he’s tense.”

“Suppose I ought to help him, hm?” Alyssandra turned the bright summer skies back to me with a smirk. “Since I’m the one who made him so tense?” She started to stand, but I shook my head, reaching out to push her back down.

“Take it off,” I said softly. Alyssandra slowly tugged the nightgown up and over her head and dropped it to the side. “Good. Now crawl to him.”

“Ned, I, you can’t—” Evander scrambled for an excuse, eyes comically wide at the sight of Alyssandra, now completely naked, slinking towards him on hands and knees, a predator thinly veiled by the submission of a good lady wife.

“My wife wants you,” I said calmly, my cock straining against the leather surrounding it. I raised my glass of brandy to my lips. Don’t spook him. Let her bring him to you.

“And my husband has a very hard time saying no to me,” Alyssandra purred, kneeling in front of Evander, fingers tugging at the laces of his breeches. “Come on, Evan. I know you watch us. I know we are what you think of, when this is your own hand.” She freed his cock and slowly stroked with one hand, her other resting on his stomach. 

“I’m far better than some whore, Evan, because I care about you,” Alyssandra continued, leaning into the hand that hesitantly cupped her cheek. “I know their tricks, and I promise you’ll enjoy them so much more from me.”

“I have no doubt that I would,” he replied, before his eyes darted back to me. “But you are his wife.”

“And I am telling you,” I set the empty glass down and stood, “as her husband,” stepping across the rug, “to fuck her.”

I stood just behind Alyssandra, my feet bracketing her calves and pushing Evander’s wider, allowing her to slot her body between his knees. We leaned forward in tandem, her mouth wrapping around his cock as mine pressed hard to his; I braced one hand on the back of the chair, resting the other on the top of Alyssandra’s head. Evander moaned against me, one hand lacing in my hair, the other, against my thigh, in hers. My gut clenched at the sound, a sound I hadn’t known I craved, but which now was all I could think about. I broke the kiss to gaze down at him, greatly enjoying the sight of my dearest friend rapidly losing his control under my wife’s tender ministrations. Alyssandra pulled off for a second to wink up at me, then fully swallowed Evander, her nose brushing his shirt. 

“Fuck,” Evander quietly groaned, eyes closing for a long moment; when they flicked back open, a new heat lit them. “Does she always do that?”

“Suck your cock as though she’s hoping to remove your very soul through it?” I smirked. “Aye, she does that every time.”

“Mm.” Alyssandra pulled off of Evander, sitting on her heels, the back of her head pressing against my thigh. “You are both wearing far too much clothing.”

She tipped her head, nose brushing along my cock, and looked up expectantly. I gently took her hand and tugged her to her feet, kissing her deeply, relishing the faint taste of Evander on her tongue. She indulged me for a second, before her palms were against my chest, pushing me back.

“Eddard,” she drawled with a sweet smile, making my spine tingle, before looking back down at Evander and brushing her fingertips along his jaw, “Evander, be good and strip each other for me, darlings.”

“I, what?” Evander blinked, endearingly confused.

“Be a good boy,” Alyssandra turned fully towards him, grabbing the back of his neck, “and get Eddard out of his clothes for me, pet.” She smiled tenderly at him. “I wish to have you both.”

“You heard her,” I grumbled, doing my best to seem as though I wasn’t aching for his hands on my body. “Wife gets what she wants.” I snapped my fingers and Evander snapped to his feet. Alyssandra stepped back, grinning, and I moved closer to Evander, my fingers coming to his doublet, quickly undoing the fastenings. Evander blushed as my hands pushed it from his shoulders, my palms brushing over his chest. I tilted my head and arched my brow fractionally. He blinked and nervously cleared his throat.

“Right, sorry.”

My shirt was tugged from my breeches and over my head, his following. I knelt, grabbing his calf and lifting it, and, before he could do more than grab my shoulder, unlaced his boot and gently slid it off, my eyes remaining steadily on his. I placed his foot back on the floor, then repeated my actions on the other side. Both feet firmly planted, I reached up and tugged Evander’s breeches down. He had quite pretty legs. I had obviously seen his legs before but I had never been allowed to admire them, certainly not this close. But they were nice—strong and graceful. I could feel Alyssandra enjoying the way his thighs flowed into his hips (and his ass, although that was currently out of my sight).

Evander didn’t blink until I stood again, kicking off my own boots. Shaking his head as though to rid his hair of water, he quickly stepped out of his breeches, then paused, searching my eyes. I took his hand and placed it over my aching cock.

“She asked you to undress me,” I said gruffly. “Go on.” Evander just stared at his hand. Another breath, then Alyssandra huffed and half-stomped her foot.

“Get his cock out, Evan. Before I decide to tie you to the chair and make you watch as I break him.”

“Fuck, please don’t,” I muttered. “I am not in the mood for being broken.”

“You’re always in a mood to be broken by me,” Alyssandra responded coyly as Evander, focusing very hard, undid the laces of my breeches. He pulled them halfway down my thighs, then Alyssandra stepped closer and knelt, quickly yanking them the rest of the way down.

“Perfect.” She grinned up at me as I stepped free, then tossed my breeches to the side and sat back on her heels, tilting her head. Her gaze lingered first on my cock, then on Evander’s. Evaluating. I let my own gaze turn down. Evander had a nice cock—an odd observation, but a true one. His cock was pleasing to look at. Although, I supposed I simply enjoyed looking at him. But I felt it was somehow prettier than the other cocks I had seen.

“You’re not as big as Eddard,” Alyssandra stated. “But you’re, well, you’re prettier.” 

So it isn’t simply that I am fond of Evan. She thinks his cock is pretty, as well.

“Sorry?” Evander furrowed his brow at her.

“Your cocks. I am comparing them.” Alyssandra tipped her head the other way, then turned her soft summer sky eyes up to his face, smiling sweetly. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a rather beautiful man, Evander Bolton? With a startlingly fetching cock?”

Evander ducked his head, flushing. “No, my lady, no one has ever said such a thing.”

“No one?” Alyssandra asked, reaching out for my hand and pulling me down beside her.

“No one. Easy to look at and good in bed, aye, but ‘rather beautiful’ and ‘startlingly fetching’ I am not. Your familiarity with me has led you to be overly kind, I fear,” Evander replied, eyes still on the floor, as I wrapped my arm around Alyssandra and began to kiss her neck, my hands sliding up her ribs to her breasts. I kept my gaze on Evander, however.

“Evan. Look at me, pet.” Evander’s eyes flicked up to hers, stuttering for a second over my hands on her. “I do not give men compliments easily. Express doubt in my praise of you again, and I shall forbid Eddard from speaking to you for a moon. Do you understand?”

Evander blinked at her, mouth slightly open. I knew what game she was playing. She was counting on not only his desire to be in my presence, but his knowledge that in being kept from speaking with him, I would also suffer. (He did not have to know of my carnal yearning to be assured of my deep fondness for his company.) Alyssandra knew Evander would rather cut off his own hand than hurt me, even in such a mild manner.

She allowed him another breath to reply, then sighed, reaching up to brush the back of her finger over my cheek. I turned into her touch, dragging my jaw up against her fingers before taking two of them in my mouth. Evander swallowed, looking pained.

“Pet.” Alyssandra cocked her head, frowning. “An answer.”

“Sorry!” Evander’s eyes snapped back to hers. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Now come here.”

Evander stepped forward and knelt in front of her. Alyssandra once again grabbed the back of his neck, tugging him forward into a kiss. I released her fingers and leaned away from her for a moment, pulling open one of the tiny drawers of the chest beside the fire and plucking the small vial tucked inside from it. I grabbed Evander’s hand from her waist and poured the oil over his fingers. Evander pulled back from Alyssandra’s lips with a small gasp as I moved behind him.

“Get her ready,” I told him, slotting my legs between his and tucking my chin into the crook of his neck. My right hand held his wrist and guided it behind Alyssandra’s back, while my left rested on his right hip, my arm slung around his waist, keeping him pressed against me.

Alyssandra closed her eyes, a beautiful little sound leaving her as Evander slowly pressed a finger inside her. She breathed for a moment, then opened her eyes again, hunger now plain in the summer sky. Her hands moved to each of our napes, resting possessively. Alyssandra leaned in and kissed me over Evander’s shoulder, pushing her tongue into my mouth, demanding that I give to her, as he slowly pumped his finger.

After a minute, she pulled away from me to give Evander the same treatment. However, she quickly released my neck in favor of lacing the fingers of both hands in his hair. Evander grunted, no doubt surprised by the ferocity of her tongue, making me smile. I softly kissed his neck, moving my hand from his wrist to Alyssandra’s cunt.

“Mm, she’s dripping for us,” I breathed in Evander’s ear, dragging my fingertips through her wet heat. “She wants us something fierce.” I slid two fingers into Alyssandra, curling them up exactly as I knew she particularly enjoyed. “She’s gonna moan so pretty when we fill her.”

The heel of my hand pressed against swollen nerves. Alyssandra pulled back from Evander with a gasp, eyes blown with lust.

“Give me your cocks now,” she demanded, pushing our hands away and shuffling backwards. “Eddard, come here.”

My arm was grabbed and tugged. I let her maneuver me as she liked. She pushed me down on my back on the rug, placing my hands on her waist and straddling my hips. A soft moan left her as she sank down onto my cock. She turned to pout at Evander as she slowly began rocking her hips. Before she could speak, he had moved, kneeling between my legs behind her. He kissed her neck, then down her back, his hands splayed over my thighs. Alyssandra’s ass was covered in kisses, then—

“Mpf!” My hips jerked upward with a grunt as Evander’s tongue dragged over my stones. Alyssandra’s nails dug into my chest, her eyes narrowing at me. I didn’t have time to apologize, however, as Evander repeated his action. This time, however, I felt him keep going, over where she and I were joined, and then he shifted higher.

“Yessss,” Alyssandra groaned, leaning down and arching her back, pressing into Evander’s ministrations. “That’s a good boy.” She stilled her hips, simply holding me inside her, breathing heavily. I took the opportunity to push myself up with one arm and ravage her breasts, sucking on one and kneading the other.

“Mm, what good boys I have,” Alyssandra murmured. “Such dedicated things.”

After a minute, she reached back and tugged Evander’s head up, pulling a whimper from him. Her other hand pushed me flat to the floor again; I obligingly moved my hands back to her waist. Alyssandra shifted her arm to hold the back of Evander’s neck as he sat up, twisting to look at him. His eyes were burning with want, his fingers digging in at her hips.

The harmony of their moans as Evander slowly pushed his cock into Alyssandra’s ass made sparks flare behind my eyes. The sensation of him against me, separated by just a bit of muscle, was unlike anything I had felt before. Evander pressed all the way in and paused, dropping his forehead to Alyssandra’s shoulder, hands sliding over mine to cover her stomach. Alyssandra allowed him a moment to breathe, then slipped her fingers into his hair and pulled him up once more, shifting her hips slightly as she did.

“Look at you, pet, all wrecked already,” she cooed; then, with a smirk, she turned to me and slid her other hand into my hair, making me whine. “Aw, my big scary dogs, rendered useless just by their lady’s touch.”

I met Evander’s eyes, and saw the same feral want there that I felt. I dug my fingers into Alyssandra’s thighs, holding her down, as I thrust up into her. Evander drew back and snapped forward again, one arm wrapping around Alyssandra’s waist, his other hand splayed over my chest. Alyssandra gasped in pleasure, releasing my hair to gently hold my throat.

“There they are,” Alyssandra purred, arching her back. “That’s it, that’s my dogs.”

Evander growled quietly, fingers digging into her side, and Alyssandra laughed. She tugged at his hair again, forcing him to look at her.

“Hit a nerve have I?” she asked tauntingly. “Big bad Bolton dog, sent by his brother to ruin the wolves, instead caught and collared.” She tilted her head and licked his jaw, then nipped at his ear.

“I know you, Evan,” she whispered. “I know your hunger.” She released my throat and lifted her hand. Evander’s hips stuttered as her thumb pushed his upper lip, revealing incisors with small outward points and sharp, elongated canines. Not as long as mine, and only on the top, but very much a threat. I slowed, watching them, emotions swirling in my gut. Alyssandra smiled, then released Evander’s lip, returning her hand to my throat.

“Fill yourself.” Alyssandra tilted her head, exposing the delightful expanse of her neck. “Let go and satiate that longing.” Evander’s eyes flicked to me. I slowly smiled, showing off my own canines.

“She likes being marked,” I told him. “She likes a little pain.”

Evander didn’t need to be told twice. I snapped upwards into Alyssandra as his teeth sunk into her neck. She moaned, fingers tightening, eyes closing. Evander bit along her neck and across her shoulder, picking up the pace of his thrusts. I moved my hand up Alyssandra’s thigh to press my thumb against the nerves I knew so well.

“Mmm.” Her eyes opened again to meet mine. “Yes, Ned, good, mmm fuck.” My breathing was restricted as her fingers and cunt squeezed. Evander groaned into her neck, his nails digging into my chest. Alyssandra exhaled, and in her moment of relaxation, Evander pushed her forward. Her hands dropped to either side of my head, her back arching with the pleasure of Evander’s thrusts. Evander grabbed her hips, kissing up her back.

“Fuck yes, good boy,” Alyssandra praised as Evander thrust harder, her tits rubbing against my chest as she rocked back to meet him. “That’s it, fuck me like the bloodthirsty dog you are.”

Hungry and holy, their bodies moving together pulled a burning devotion from deep in my heart, splitting my ribcage. I shifted my hands to cover Evander’s, thumbs softly rubbing the insides of his wrists. He looked down at me, feral and yearning, not a shred of mask left, my wife moaning shamelessly between us, and I broke. I groaned, hips jerking up, spilling deep inside Alyssandra. Evander gave a few more hard thrusts, then he stilled with a gasp, squeezing Alyssandra’s hips. She ground down against me, hips circling twice before she shuddered and bit down on my shoulder.

Before either of them could catch their breath, I pushed myself upright. Alyssandra let out a small whine as my cock drove even deeper inside her, and I laid an apologetic kiss on her temple before grabbing Evander by the hair and tugging him to me. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, claiming, devouring. Alyssandra, having recovered, gently kissed my neck, fingertips dragging up and down my back.

“Shit,” Evander breathed when I finally released his mouth, his eyes glazed. I stroked his cheek, letting affection seep into my expression. Likely no longer comfortable, Alyssandra wriggled free from us, laying on the rug with a sigh. A bit of seed dripped from her onto my thigh as she moved. My eyes dropped to it, and before I could say anything, Evander bent and licked it up. I groaned softly, then glanced at Alyssandra, who had her eyes fixed on Evander. I grabbed his hair once more and pulled him towards her.

“Clean her up,” I said quietly, pushing his head down between her legs.

Evander gladly went, laying on his stomach, hands wrapping around Alyssandra’s thighs. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, watching as he slowly licked over her cunt. I settled beside her, hand resting on her stomach. Her eyes slid down from Evander’s head and stopped. Her brow furrowed, and her lips pursed. She didn’t say anything, but I knew that when we had exhausted our lust, she would have questions about the scars.

“Are you pleased?” I asked her, sliding my hand up to cup her breast as she sighed at whatever Evander was doing with his mouth.

“Hm.” Alyssandra turned her eyes, still hungry, up at me. “Not as pleased as I would be if your mouth was also on me.” I bent towards her breasts, but her fingers laced in my hair and pulled me up. “Ah ah ah. No. I want you to clean his seed from me.”

My cock twitched. Evander groaned, muffled by Alyssanda’s cunt. Alyssandra grinned, then pushed Evander’s head away from her, gesturing for him to roll onto his back. He went, once again grabbing her thighs as she knelt over his face. She bent forward, supporting herself on her hands again, and looked over her shoulder at me, brow arched. Before she could chastise me, I shifted, straddling Evander’s thighs and placing my hands on his chest.

“Good boys,” Alyssandra purred as my tongue dragged over her hole. “My good, filthy boys. Eating each other’s seed from my cunt and ass. My obedient dogs.”

My cock, never having truly softened, was drawn back to full mast at her words. I felt Evander’s likewise hardening again against my stomach, and an idea came to me. I shifted forward. Evander whimpered, a sound that plucked at my heart, and in my peripheral, Alyssandra glanced down at me.

“Oh greedy thing, aren’t you,” she murmured. I lifted my head to look pleadingly at her and she sighed with a soft smile. “Go ahead, rub your cocks together. But that is the only way either of you shall achieve a second release. No hands, no mouths.”

The slide of my cock against Evander’s made the base of my neck tingle. Like when I had first pressed into Alyssandra’s cunt on our wedding night, it felt like it had always been meant to be, like the gods had always intended this. Any rational thought was gone completely. All that existed was my cock against his and his seed on my tongue, gathered from my beloved wife’s hole. I vaguely heard Alyssandra praising us, sweetly calling us her dogs in that breathy voice I held so dear.

I felt Evander’s thighs tense beneath me. Beside my shoulders, Alyssandra’s thighs were trembling. Determined to give her release first (she had not said it, but it was an unspoken rule between us at this point), I slowed my rutting, making Evander whimper and jerk his hips up impatiently.

“Easy, pet,” Alyssandra panted, “just, shit, wait a moment.” She rocked against us, muscles clenching. “Fuck, yes, yes, yessssss! Gooooooood booooooyssssss.”

My wife’s pleasure attended to, I chased my own, snapping my hips roughly. Evander moaned loudly, pulling away from Alyssandra as his seed spilled across his stomach. A moment later, my own joined it, mixing in a filthy, primal claim. Alyssandra shifted to the side, turning to look at us; as soon as she moved, I bent down, kissing Evander again, relishing in the taste of her on his tongue. I felt Alyssandra’s fingers gently dragging through my hair.

“Good dogs,” she cooed. “That’s it, good, show him how much you love him.”

Evander tensed beneath me, her words clearly shooting fear through him. I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. They were wide, adoration and terror fighting for prominence. I smiled and cupped his cheek.

“I do,” I whispered. “Love you, that is.” Alyssandra shifted so she could rest her chin on my shoulder, her hand cupping his other cheek. “We want whatever you are willing to give, Ev.”

“I do not expect you to love me, pet,” Alyssandra added. “We can simply share him, if you wish.” Evander’s eyes darted between our faces for a moment, then he closed them and swallowed.

“I cannot say I have not been quite envious of you, but,” he opened his eyes again, meeting Alyssandra’s, “I hold sincere affection for you, Aly. ’Tis not love yet, but it could be nurtured into it. And besides,” a smirk appeared on his handsome face, “I would very much like to experience your skills at sucking cock again.”

“Oh!”

Alyssandra pushed at his face, laughing, and sat back. Evander smiled at her, then at me. I bent and kissed him lightly, then rolled off of him. Alyssandra glanced at his stomach, then sighed and stood, walking into my bedchamber. She reappeared after a moment with a towel, kneeling beside Evander and unceremoniously wiping him off.

“Hey!” Evander frowned at her. Alyssandra paused and arched her brow.

“What? Were you still hungry?”

“I, no.” Evander blushed. “You just ought to warn a man before you touch him.”

“I assumed you were intelligent enough to know what I meant to do.”

Evander huffed. Alyssandra shook her head, then resumed cleaning him. Finished, she stood again, and I followed. She turned back towards my bedchamber, grabbing her abandoned nightgown on the way, then pausing at the doorway to look at Evander expectantly. I looked between them, watching her determination to nurture battle his stubborn independence.

“Pet,” Alyssandra said with a hint of annoyance, “I shall be sorely disappointed if you do not join us in our bed. I do not think disappointing your lady is what you wish to do, is it?”

“No, right, sorry.” Evander scrambled up and quickly followed us. Alyssandra smiled at him, then walked to the bed, tugging her nightgown back on.

“Eddard, give him something to sleep in,” she called, nestling into the middle of the bed. “And then hurry back to me, for I wish to be warmed by my darlings.”

“Of course, my lady,” I replied, smiling at Evander and taking his hand. “As you wish, always.”

Nedaly have a bit of an advantage when it comes to the in-law relationship because Steffon is fostered at Winterfell. Steffon has always admired Ned (he’s similar to his own father, and they clearly respect each other) and he’s obviously heard many positive things about Aly from Catelyn, and the ways in which she’s similar to his mother make him even more respectful and attentive than he would be towards just any high lady. So off to a very good start.

Ned finds Steffon to be a very easy lad to teach and communicate with. He enjoys his company and the balance he provides between Robb and Jon. (Except when all three determine an injustice has occurred. Then no one is balanced. But Ned probably isn’t either, so.) (Looking at you, Petyr fucking Baelish.) Alyssandra also finds Steffon to be generally easy to manage, and she appreciates that he's kind towards her younger children. Ned doesn't understand that Baratheon fury, but he has no reason to think Steffon would ever direct it at Sansa or their children, and Alyssandra sometimes finds him a bit quiet, but overall, Nedaly like Steffon and think that he is a worthy husband for Sansa. And Steffon trusts both of them as people he can go to for advice when he can't go to his parents (for whatever reason).

Sansa and Catelyn get along well—Sansa is sweet and attentive and well-spoken and generally just a good highborn lady. Her 'rougher' bits Catelyn is very willing to put up with, as they aren't anything to be surprised by in a daughter of her beloved cousin (riding and falconry are the main things). Catelyn's one gripe is that Sansa is, flirtatious feels like the wrong word, because she's so young, maybe boy-crazy from the age of about 11. (When the Starks are in King's Landing for Stannis' Hand celebration, Sansa has an ever-rotating collection of young men at her side. Ned gives up remembering any of their names by day five and simply waves his hand vaguely and says 'your boy' when he has to refer to any of them.) (Obviously he still remembers Loras. But that's the only one.) But Catelyn's gripe is more with Alyssandra than Sansa, for allowing her to entrance all these young men then abandon them. Aly thinks this is very funny; she has no intention of ever intervening.

Stannis actually really likes Sansa. Their brands of autism go extremely well together. Stannis and Sansa frequently work on projects together, both within their duties as Prince and Lady and things related to their personal interests. (Sansa totally gets into the model ship shit Stannis and Steffon do. Catelyn cannot for the life of her comprehend why the three of them like sitting in complete silence, glaring at tiny pieces of wood.) And Stannis is honestly rather impressed by Sansa's mastery of socializing, and is very grateful for her willingness to assist Catelyn in keeping people away from him.

Maekar can be dominant, however he much prefers being submissive. He loves when Alyssandra goes full Mommy Dom on him. She’ll have him lay on top of her so he can suck on her tits while she strokes his hair and reads to him. When he inevitably starts squirming a bit because he’s hard, she gets all tender with him, like cooing “Oh, do you need more attention? You need help? Yeah? Ask sweetly, pretty boy.” And every time, Maekar pouts at her, all whimpery, like “Please, Muña(High Valyrian for ‘mother’)/Mommy, want you, want you to touch me, please.”

Depending on how desperate he is, Alyssandra will edge/deny him. She’s very fond of sitting herself on his cock, with his face in her tits, and then getting herself off four or five times before she lets him cum. Sometimes, though, he needs to worked to exhaustion, and then she’ll have him top, but he has to keep going without a break for at least three rounds. If he’s in need of correction, she’ll have him take her from behind so he can’t put his face in her tits. (😪) She’ll also sometimes make him kneel at her feet while she strokes his hair and reads; sometimes he’s allowed to hump her foot/calf as much as he likes, but not allowed to otherwise touch her, while other times he has to eat her out and not touch himself.

(I think the age gap makes it hotter, because they’re both REALLY choosing these roles (although Alyssandra is always very maternal).)

NOW. Nedaly x Gwayne. OOOOOOO.

Alyssandra SHAMELESSLY flirts with him! She makes as many suggestive comments as possible! And Ned is ZERO help, because whenever she’s getting a bit too close to poor Ser Gwayne, he pulls her away with a little smirk of his own at the knight! He’s fucking his own hand every night thinking about Aly (and occasionally Ned, too) and feeling soooo ashamed about it.

I could see this eventually culminating in Alyssandra summoning her dear shield into her chambers for some reason, then cornering him, half-dressed, kissing his neck and rubbing herself on him. Ned comes in, as Aly knew he would, and Gwayne is CERTAIN he’s about to lose a hand and be sent to The Wall, but Ned just smirks and puts himself in The Cuck Chair and gestures for them to continue.