A/N: This is the final chapter of King Stag! Thanks for reading!

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It had been a momentous day. But now night had fallen, and it was time for the evening events to take place. Grinning widely, King Robert Baratheon, first of his name, stands from his seat at the high table.

"I think it's just about time for the bedding ceremony, don't you lot?!"

A general cheer raises through the hall, even as Robert raises his goblet in the direction of the blushing groom and bridge. Prince Edward Baratheon, son to Robert and Lyanna, next to his new wife, Lady Jeyne Lannister, daughter of Jaime and Lysa. The joining of the Baratheon and Lannister Houses would bring about the same sort of prosperity and close ties that joining Baratheon and Stark had. Robert was sure of that.

As the right people make their way up to prepare both Edward and Jeyne for their bedding, Robert settles back into his seat, laughing and making merry, even as he enjoys the general atmosphere of the great hall. This moment, here and now… this is the culmination of all he's worked to build. Hopefully, his reign is remembered as a strong, just reign. He's done his best to build a dynasty and a legacy that his children can be proud of.

Of course, right now Robert was prouder of his heir than anything else. Edward took the bedding process with great aplomb, even as many a highborn lady groped at him while stripping him down to nothing. Of course, both he and Jeyne were long out of the hall before Robert had to see anything too outrageous of his son's body, but the ribbing jokes and the good cheer sounded from the corridors long after they left.

The feast continued on even with the departure of bride and groom, but things did begin to wind down nonetheless. Robert catches Jaime's eye and lifts his goblet in the direction of his new good brother, even as Jaime smiles and does the same. Of course, that's around the time that Elia appears by his side, leaning in to whisper in his ear, while giving Robert a nice, delectable view down her dress.

"My King, there is something that requires your… delicate touch."

Robert lifts a brow at that, but the main event is over anyways. No one will begrudge the King if he retires now. And Robert would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued by what Elia was offering. Robert had been named a great many things in his life, but delicate was not one of them. Rising to his feet, the King of Westeros allows Elia to pull him away from the feast.

The pair make their way through the Red Keep's halls, until eventually they arrive at the royal quarters. Robert wasn't sure what to expect when they entered. Lyanna, he could have guessed at… but the other woman waiting for them did take him aback for a moment, he had to admit.

"Lady Tyrell…"

Margaery blushes a little, even as she rises from the table where she and Lyanna had been seated and talking. Lyanna rises as well, making her way over to Robert with a smile on her face. King and Queen kiss for a moment, and Robert can't help but snake a hand around to squeeze at his delicious she-wolf's ass, drawing a playful growl from the dark-haired woman even as she pulls back and gives him a smoky look.

"Y-Your Grace."

As their lips detach, Lyanna curls into Robert's side, speaking to him directly, though her voice is loud enough to be heard by everyone in the room.

"Robert. Margaery has a favor to ask of you… of us. Elia and I have already decided to give our consent. Now it simply comes down to you."

Robert grunts at that and stares Margaery in the eye for a moment before snorting derisively.

"You need an heir… so you came to me? Heh, can't say I'm overly surprised. Best to keep it in the family."

Margaery's eyes go wide at that, and it's clear that the beautiful young flower is absolutely shocked at Robert's blunt way of shooting right to the heart of the matter.

"I… you know?"

Lifting an eyebrow at that, Robert shrugs his shoulders.

"What, that my littlest brother is a poof? That he's happier in YOUR brother's bed than your own? Aye, I know. Regardless of Renly's proclivities, he's still my brother… and he's still a good man, no matter what those religious nuts might say about his lifestyle. He did his duty in marrying you… but I'd hoped he could do his duty in bedding you as well. I suppose that was too much to ask?"

Biting her lower lip, Margaery glances down at herself.

"We have tried to make it work multiple times, your grace. Even including my brother… but the seed will not take. It has been over a year now, and people are beginning to talk."

Robert grunts at that, moving free of Lyanna and Elia as he plants his fists on his hips.

"So, you've come to me then. And if Lyanna and Elia are alright with it… then so am I. Let's get on with it, shall we?"

Margaery blushes deeply once more and bobs her head up and down in agreement.

"As you say, your grace."

Robert moves towards the bed, even as Lyanna moves to join him. Elia in turn moves to Margaery, and the two older women assist both the King and his brother's lady wife in removing their garments, bit by bit. Once he's naked, Robert sits down on the edge of the royal bed, watching as Margaery fidgets in place. She's certainly beautiful, though it's the beauty of a maiden rather than a woman grown.

Over the years, the King has found he prefers a woman's beauty, rather than a maiden's. But this isn't for his own pleasure, even if he knows he probably will enjoy it all the same. Still, Elia and Lyanna are both so much… fuller in all the ways that matter, even as they too strip down. When Elia guides Margaery over and bids her to kneel, Robert finds himself studying the beautiful Martell woman, over the girl he's about to bed.

All the same, once Margaery's lips close over his cock, Robert does groan and pay the girl some attention. His fingers lace through her hair, even as he stares down into her eyes. She's eager to please, and quite enthusiastic, even as Elia guides her along, giving her advice here and there on how to best suck his cock. At the same time, Lyanna is behind him, kneeling on the bed as she rests her chin on his shoulder, her tits against his back.

Robert would have liked to say he never could have imagined things ending up like this. But in truth, he'd seen this coming from a mile away. His darling women were not nearly as sneaky as they thought they were. Nor was his littlest brother and that Knight of Flowers he was cavorting along with. In truth, Robert pitied Margaery… but it was good to see the Tyrell girl looking for a solution to her problem, rather than wallowing in despair and letting the issue fester.

For that alone, he would be happy to fulfill her request. After all, as King of Westeros, it was his duty to make sure the realm always remained stable.

"Gagkh… Gagkh… Gagkh…"

Margaery is beginning to gag on his prick now, as it grows bigger and bigger. At his full size, she's simply not able to take every last inch into her small mouth and down her tight throat. That's fine though, because Robert has no intention of putting his seed anywhere else BUT inside of that needy little womb of hers. Pulling her off of his cock with a grunt, Robert looks down, even as Margaery glances up with fretful eyes.

"A-Am… am I not pleasing you, your g-grace?"

Snorting derisively, Robert rolls his eyes.

"You're as good as can be expected, Tyrell. But I'm hard now, which means we move onto the main event. Get on the bed."

Flushing deeply in both trepidation and anticipation, Margaery does as she's told. Elia and Lyanna end up laying with the girl, both of them playing with the younger woman's body as they take her attention away from what's about to come, one after the other. Lyanna kisses Margaery deeply, before Elia guides the young Tyrell woman's mouth to her caramel chest.

Robert watches the insanely hot scene for a moment, before ultimately, he climbs onto the bed and kneels between Margaery's legs, spreading them wide and causing the young woman's breath to hitch as she immediately zeroes in on his cock, aimed at her tight little cunt. Bringing his fingers to her pussy lips, the King is gratified to find his partner wet and ready for him, even as nervous as Margaery looks.

Her tight little flower looks oh so small compared to his cock… but when he penetrates her, she's no virgin, her purity long since lost to one of the attempts by her husband, his brother, to impregnate her. Robert doesn't care. He's long past the days where he went around taking the purity of maidens as if he was collecting bounties. He much prefers an experienced woman's form at this point.

Regardless, his cock sinks into her inch by inch, despite the seemingly large size disparity. Margaery gasps for air as he fills her with his meat, and Robert watches her face contort into all sorts of interesting expressions throughout the process. In the end, his cockhead smacks against her cervix, and there he pauses for a moment, allowing the young Tyrell woman to recover herself somewhat.

Of course, Elia and Lyanna aren't above teasing the girl. Lyanna runs her hands through Margaery's wavy locks, while Elia slides her fingers down the Tyrell's taut belly, all the way to her navel, as if she's stroking Robert's cock right through Margaery's flesh.

"He's big, isn't he love? That's alright. You get used to it."

"Mm, at the same time, you never TRULY get used to it. Being fucked by the King of Westeros himself… it's a high honor, isn't it?"

Margaery whimpers and nods her head, words escaping her as she just stares at where she and Robert are joined. Deciding he's waited long enough, Robert pulls back and thrusts in again. The cry that he draws from the girl beneath him is cut off by Lyanna's lips, even as Elia lets out a quiet giggle. But Robert doesn't stop there. Once he's begun, there's no way he's going to so much as hesitate before he's finished.

Thrusting in and out of the Tyrell girl, the King of Westeros fucks Margaery into oblivion. His big, fat cock fills her again and again and again, and there's nothing she can truly do but take it. In that moment, she's simply a receptacle for his cock. Soon, she'll be a receptacle for his life-giving cum. Robert grunts and increases the pace at that thought. There's something to be said about fucking his own brother's cute young wife.

He'd never do it under any other circumstances, of course. He'd never fuck Cersei behind Stannis' back, for instance. Not only was that probably not good for his health, Stannis and Cersei had a very active love life indeed, with four children between them at this point. Yes, they were doing just fine together. This though? This was not a betrayal, this was assistance, in its own way.

And it's also immensely pleasurable. Fucking the hot young thing that is Margaery Tyrell brings Robert a strange sort of satisfaction, as he stares down into her face, watching her climax around his cock time and time again. Elia and Lyanna have their own fun with her, but ultimately, they're just side pieces at the moment. This is between him and Margaery, his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt with wild, reckless abandon.

And he's getting closer. As her tight inner walls cling to his shaft, as she squeezes down on him harder and harder, Robert knows it won't be long before he reaches his release. Might as well make it now. With a growl followed by a holler, the King of Westeros begins to cum deep inside of Lady Tyrell. He fills Margaery's womb with seed, painting her insides white with his cum.

He packs her to the brim with his ejaculate, and only once he's done cumming inside of her does he pull back, panting just a bit. Margaery is flushed with arousal and lust and panting as well much harder than he is. On top of that, she's covered in sweat as she stares up at him in no small amount of wonder.

"I didn't… I didn't know it could be like that."

Robert chuckles darkly, reaching out and caressing one of Margaery's small tits for the first time. He grins down at the girl, even as he very pointedly slaps his still-hard cock down on her leaking cunt.

"You're going to learn a lot of things from us, girl. We're far from done here."

Margaery swallows thickly, but when Robert turns her over, she's quick to move up onto her hands and knees, pressing her backside up against his crotch enticingly. A moment later, and he's fucking her from behind this time, railing into the young, nubile woman with all his might as Lyanna and Elia watch on with hooded eyes, touching themselves all the while.

He'd fuck the both of them next, he figured. But even when he fucked them, he'd be sure to leave the loads that they'd inevitably squeeze from his cock inside of the hot young thing currently impaled on his member. Margaery Tyrell wasn't leaving this room until Robert was absolutely sure that the tight little cunt was pregnant.

It was his duty after all. And he'd be sure to see it through.

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