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.