Chapter 53

“Well, for a man with no cock, you sure drank a lot, little brother!” Yara Greyjoy, Queen of the Iron Islands, also known as “Yara the Bottomless,” teased Theon Greyjoy, now a man of the Night’s Watch.

“Well, I’ve taken the black and I’m celibate, both by choice and by force, so there’s nothing left for me but fighting, drinking, and eating. And pissing through a wooden straw such as this,” Theon said, “which often makes me ill.”

“Theon, whatever your crimes in the past, you’ve certainly atoned for them by now. That will be absolutely certain once you die. Likely in battle at the rate things are going now. That being said, you do not need to die without some final delight. Since you cannot father children by coupling with me, there is no reason to worry about your vows. How about it, little brother? Wish a taste of what you craved when we first reunited back on Pyke?” Yara offered Theon a chance to sample her nether parts.

“On one condition. I want Darren to fuck you while I lick you. Since I cannot penetrate you myself, as I would prefer, I will be satisfied with watching you get fucked while I taste your bum. Yes, sister ... I see that bottom and just wish to lick it. Even bite your cheeks perhaps. What do you say?” Theon proposed as Yara laughed and bent over to present him with what he desired.

The next thing that happened, Darren was balls deep inside Yara while Theon leaned over to lick her arse from the tailbone to the taint. It was not bad at all. In fact, Theon enjoyed the taste, perhaps because she had washed her bottom that very night. She even tasted like the sea, just as he relished, even as she pushed back with her bum and her hips at both Darren and he. If the Ironborn Hand of the Queen was a bit too close to Theon’s face as he thrust himself inside Yara the Bottomless, so be it. They performed different roles, both of them quite enjoyable to the man in question.

If the two fellows were pleased at the situation, Yara was in her own paradise that would rival the halls of the Drowned God. With one man licking her arse, and that man being her own brother, even as another man fucked her salty twat, Yara nearly lost any composure more than once, soon screaming in ecstasy from the combination of pleasures. She felt as if she might die repeatedly during the act of coupling, or perhaps it should be called tripling, until at last she creamed herself on Darren’s thick cock. Some of her juices splattered onto Theon’s chin as he rimmed his own sister, not that he minded in the least. At least he had been intimate with another woman again, never mind who she was, before he was likely to die in the near future.

Darren, for his part, released his seed inside Yara yet again, even as she huskily told them both, “I am with child ... and it is Darren’s. I am sure of it. I have not let another man inside of me inside my deliverance from Euron, after all. They merely tasted me, as Theon here has done. Thank you, little brother. That was very sweet.”

“Yes, it was,” Theon quipped, even as he accepted her kiss and let her taste her own bottom.

“Back to the feast hall, before they wonder what has become of us?” Lord Darren Haerrd inquired of his prince and queen.

“Oh, my dear lord, they know, but yes, but to the feast. I feel a strong urge to replenish my sustenance after being taken in such a manner. We have much to celebrate and I wish to proclaim to all and sundry that I have conceived an heir! They need not fear for the Iron Islands, whether they be ours or not,” Yara Greyjoy asserted.

“Not to mention that you are now a war hero here ... and your absence is felt most keenly by this point,” Darren observed.

“Indeed. My sister is a conqueror and savior of Eastwatch. She deserves the laurels, too. She has earned them all from her courage and command at this time against the Dead, bringing us such relief at last,” Theon declared, even as he watched his sister rise to exit the cellar with not a hint that she intended to clean up Darren’s seed.

She was not merely a queen, after all. She was Yara, of House Greyjoy, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Iron Islands, the Bottomless One. She took what she wished, including the spawn of her lover. She paid the iron price for the respect and adoration of others. She was a hero, plain and simple.