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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Other
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_&
      Related_Fandoms, Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Robb_Stark/Original_Female_Character(s), Robb_Stark/OFC, Red/Ghost,
      Ghost/Catelyn_Stark
  Character:
      Robb_Stark, Sansa_Stark, Jon_Snow, Catelyn_Tully_Stark, Ghost_(ASoIaF)
  Additional Tags:
      this_is_so_fucked_up, be_careful, bestiiality, Dehumanization,
      Degradation, Humiliation, Slavery, child_rape, Branding, Ghost_and_Red
      are_like_whaaaa?, I_know, trust_me_-_Freeform, Or_don't, Seriously_don't
      trust, I_AM_SO_FUCKED_UP, and_so_are_you, Red's_next_gen
  Series:
      Part 4 of Kissed_By_Fire
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-29 Words: 3208
****** Children of Fire ******
by EternalFangirl
Summary
     Robb decides to fuck Red, then changes his mind for the better.
Notes
     Why, oh why, is this filth so much easier to write than actually
     plotty stuff? I am a depraved creature, and since you are reading the
     fourth piece of filth in this series, you are too. Welcome.
     Rene is High Valyrian for “slut”. Other translations are at the end.
See the end of the work for more notes
 
“I want to fuck Red.”
 
Sansa sighed and put down her sewing to give her son her full attention. He
wasn’t usually so crude. Perhaps he had meant to shock her into agreeing, but
Jon had already warned her that he was at that age where he would think of
bedding girls constantly. She just hadn’t expected him to be stuck on  Red.
 
“Why?” she asked, proud of herself for her calm voice. She was quite certain
she already knew the answer.
 
“Why not?” said Robb petulantly. “Father fucked her.”
 
Sansa nodded. “Yes, years ago. When we hadn’t been married.”  When you hadn’t
been born , she added in her head. Sometimes she wondered how her son would
react if he knew where he truly came from.
 
“Well, then, I can fuck her too,” said Robb. His stance was combative, like he
truly expected Sansa to fight him on this.
 
She wondered why it didn’t bother her as much as it should. The thought of Red
being the first person Robb bedded was just… disgusting. “When was the last
time you saw her?”
 
Robb’s brows furrowed. He hadn’t expected that. “I don’t know,” he mumbled. “A
few moons ago? More?” He shrugged.
 
“Since I married your father, Red has birthed more than a dozen bastards,
sometimes even two at a time. Do you really want to bed something so old, worn
out, so used and disgusting?” She gave a small shrug and returned to her
sewing. “Go see her, truly watch her, and come speak to me again. Trust me,
Robb, you do not want to fuck a beast.”
 
Robb wanted to say something, she knew. She could feel his childish
frustration, but she refused to look up from her sewing. He banged her solar
door on his way out.
 
===============================================================================
 
Robb didn’t really know why he had gone to his mother in the first place.
 
Red belonged to Winterfell, and he was the  prince.  Someday, when the Queen
died, he would accompany his father to King’s Landing, learn about the realm he
would one day inherit. He should be able to fuck Red if he so wanted.
 
But his mother seemed to think Red was not worthy of him. She had been good
enough for his father, though. Why was that? He hadn’t had to ask permission
before fucking a creature he owned, why should Robb?
 
“I’m not a child,” he muttered as he slipped into the godswood. Ghost was often
here, as was his bitch.
 
It took him a while to find them, but his father had taught him well enough how
to track animals, and Ghost was neither small nor willing to hide. Still,
strangely, it was Red he found first.
 
Her hair was gone. It was the first thing he noticed, strangely enough. He knew
she had red hair once upon a time, but it started to go grey after she had last
whelped. Someone had hacked it all off. Only clumps of grey remained,
impossibly small. It would be hard to grip her head and move it around with
that. Maybe they realized the hair was useless. Certainly Ghost had no need of
it, and no one else fucked her anymore. She belonged to Ghost.
 
Red didn’t see him at first, even as he continued to stare at her. She was on
all fours, rooting through the dirt for moist earth to sit in. Her breasts
sagged horribly, almost to the ground, and her cunt… well, it just looked
horrible.
 
He had a clear view of it when she crawled to the springs to slurp some water,
her ass high in the air and her face to the water. It was impossibly stretched,
gaping in an obscene way that finally made him realize that she was used up. He
wouldn’t even feel her walls around him if he fucked her now.
 
Ghost padded out of the foliage like a shadow, watching Robb as he approached
his bitch. Robb wasn’t afraid of Ghost, even though he respected the wolf
enough to not come any closer. Red turned around, her stupid eyes taking a few
long seconds to see him, truly see him. She whined and tried to come closer
when she saw him, but Ghost blocked her path. She immediately stopped moving,
her head bent submissively as she sat back on her heels like a good little
bitch.
 
Ghost bared his teeth just to keep her in her place. It was obvious what he was
doing, of course. He was showing Robb who Red belonged to. This was even
clearer when Ghost lifted his leg and pissed all over his bitch.
 
Red didn’t move, sitting there soaking in her wolf’s piss. Her eyes were dull
and lifeless, and she went easily when Ghost nudged her rump. Robb was
fascinated despite himself. He stepped back respectfully, but still watched as
Ghost mounted Red.
 
He wondered how she could endure this kind of fucking on a regular basis. He
was brutal, hammering in and out of her at a pace that must have broken a few
bones over the years, at least. She made sounds that could be construed as
either pain or pleasure, but Robb decided to attribute them to the latter when
she peaked. She was enjoying this.
 
Robb could feel himself grow hard in his breeches as he watched. Red was moving
into the thrusts, begging for more, mewling for her wolf. For all that Ghost
was silent, Red more than made up for it with her obscene noises.
 
He left them once Ghost had thrust his knot in her. His mother had been right,
not that he would tell her so. He wasn’t even sure his normal-sized cock would
do anything for her anymore. He didn’t want to take her anyways, not after he
had seen her submit so completely to Ghost.
 
But that did not change the fact that his cock was hard and he wanted to stick
it in a warm, wet cunt.
 
Fortunately, he had a good idea where he might find a good cunt.
===============================================================================
Red’s bastards were forbidden from leaving Winterfell, unless it was the boys
marching off to war if needed. They all looked different, owing to their
different fathers (except the identical twins of course). It was the twins that
concerned Robb at the moment. Her sister had commandeered a pair when they were
little more than toddling babes, insisting they were perfect for her. Now they
braided her hair and washed her dresses and all those other things girls needed
done.
 
“What do you want?” Lyanna demanded even before he had closed her door. One of
the twins stood behind her, braiding her red hair.
 
Robb ignored his sister’s demand, choosing instead to look at the girl. She was
small, no more than a decade old. Her teats were too small, barely little bumps
on her chest, but at least they were tight. Her hair was golden, and Robb
decided he liked it, specially the way it brought out her blue eyes. Even in
the old gray sack she wore, she was pretty enough. He imagined her cunt could
be untouched, given how young she was, and decided she would do nicely.
 
“Why are you staring at her?” Lyanna demanded. “She’s mine.”
 
Robb grinned winningly at her. “There’s two of her,” he said. “You could spare
one.”
 
Her gray eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why?”
 
Robb shrugged and decided not to snap at her. His cock had softened again, he
could take the time to talk to his baby sister. “I want to have a titillating
conversation,” he said.
 
Lyanna struggled to keep her strict frown from slipping, but soon they were
both laughing. Red’s children weren’t allowed to speak. Robb doubted they even
knew how. As soon as they were weaned, Maester Sam tied thin leather gags
through their mouths, like horses’ bits. It kept their tongues from rising in
even a semblance of speech. They learned soon enough that they were not allowed
to touch their gags, and that they would be removed only during meal time. The
leather was supple, and one of the chief ways to recognize one of Red’s
bastards. It marked them as what they were.
 
“What do you call her?” he asked once their chuckles died down, and Lyanna
sighed.
 
“Don’t steal her from me,” she whined. “She is good at cleaning my dresses.”
When Robb didn’t reply, she sighed. “I call her Orvorta.”
 
Robb tried the name out in his head. It meant ‘cunt’ in High Valyrian, which
surprised him. He had expected his sister to go for something less crude, like
Aspo [1]  or Līve [2] , but Lyanna had surprised him once again. She had chosen
the crudest name she was possibly able to think of.
 
Robb was sure he was going to rename the girl. None of Red’s children had
permanent names, just Valyrian curse words that could change at anyone’s whim.
They were dumb creatures, but they knew almost all such words, and knew they
were being summoned when they heard them. Once upon a time the names had been
unique, but then there were too many children and too few words, so they began
to be used interchangeably.
 
“I will call her Rene,” Robb decided. “Sounds like a girl’s name. Rene, come!”
 
The girl faltered in her task, possibly unsure of what to do, until Robb
stepped forward and slapped her hard. It focused her dumb gaze, and she hurried
to his side, even as Lyanna protested. Her hair was done, but apparently her
stockings needed to be washed, and Robb left her angrily yelling for the other
twin.
 
“Have you ever been fucked?” Robb asked his slut as he hurried towards his
room. She struggled to keep up, her little legs unable to keep up with his
longer strides.
 
She frowned, as if confused by the words, but shook her head after a while. It
pleased him that he was going to be the first in her cunt, and his steps
lengthened. He had had an early dinner with his father, and there was nothing
else to do now but enjoy her till he had his fill. He nearly dragged her into
his chambers in his enthusiasm.
 
“Take off those rags,” he barked when he saw her attention wandering. She
started, confused and scared, and Robb was suddenly struck by the thought that
she would look so much prettier if she was crying.
 
He raised his hand to hit her again, but she grabbed hold of the hem of her
sack and pulled over her head before he could make contact. He slapped her
anyways, then trailed his hand down her body, thrilling at how clean she was,
how hairless and perfect.
 
“Have you bled yet?” he asked, though he thought she was too young for it. She
confirmed it with a fearful shake of her head. He smiled at her. The knowledge
didn’t make him mad, it just made him even more eager to fuck her.
 
Her tiny teats were cute, in their own way. She mewled when he pinched them,
lurching forward with his hand, trying to stop the pain. He dragged her a few
steps forward with nothing but her teat, and finally she was crying. The big,
fat tears made her face look even more childish, and he laughed at her relief
when he let go.
 
“Kneel,” he said, his hand snaking into her hair. She must have been washed
recently, and Robb decided he would have to thank Lyanna for that in the
morning. Even though she smelled of harsh lye soap, she was clean.
 
Her eyes gazing up at him, leaking big tears, were enough to interest his cock.
He slid his hand out of her hair and onto her neck, squeezing threateningly.
“Beg, Rene,” he said, relishing her confusion. “Beg for me to fuck you.”
She knew what begging was, of course. All of Red’s children were fed twice a
day, when they gathered outside the kitchen to beg for food. They couldn’t
speak, but they could make sound, so they whined and whimpered like hounds,
begging for scraps. These were the sounds Rene made now. She was confused as to
the break in her routine, he could see that, but she begged him anyways. He
wondered if she truly knew what she was begging for.
 
He lifted his foot and nudged her mouth till she began to mouth at his boot,
then he put his foot down again. Her mouth followed, and now her ass was in the
air, her little teats almost touching the ground. “You’re going to be a good
fuck,” he told her benevolently. “Far better than your mother. I’ll keep you if
you are good at it, you know?” She didn’t reply, of course. He grabbed her hand
and put it on his breeches. “Open up,” he said.
 
It was difficult for her to figure his breeches out, but he somehow found the
patience to not hit her again. It wasn’t her fault she was just a dumb beast.
She figured it out quickly enough, shivering nervously with each passing
second, flinching when he raised his hand. “Easy,” he murmured, as if talking
to a nervous filly. “Let’s just take this off...”
 
He untied the leather that filled her mouth, wrinkling his nose at the
excessive slobber all over it. She was so confused that she could only stare at
him, whining pitifully for the leather because it was only supposed to be
removed when she was fed. To shut her up, he slapped her hand away from his
breeches and fed her his cock. She took her time getting used to the sensation,
staring up at him for instruction.
 
He was barely able to form a coherent thought, however. It felt so good to have
her wet mouth around him, swallowing reflexively when he thrust in. He grabbed
the back of her neck without meaning to, cursing himself for being so far from
the bed, too eager to drag himself there. “Your tongue, Rene,” he gasped,
already out of breath. “Use your fucking tongue. Move it around.”
 
It took her a while to realize what he wanted, but she was bright enough for a
beast. Soon her tongue was tentatively stroking the underside of his cock,
making him curse and grab her hair. She swallowed her scream of pain, like a
good little slut, and the sensation felt so good Robb chased after it, almost
choking her. He could feel his peak approaching, too overwhelmed by the wet
heat of her mouth, but that wasn’t what his ultimate goal was. He almost
whimpered when he pulled out of that heavenly mouth.
 
“Bed,” he said, having lost the ability to form complete sentences. “Now!”
 
She had slobber all over her chest now, and it shone wetly as she scrambled
past him on her hands and knees. She looked good crawling. He was going to make
sure she never stood up again. His hands were rough as they maneuvered her into
position, and he knew he was bruising her. It sent a thrill through him to
realize she was going to be marked as his on the morrow. She was never going
back to Lyanna.
 
When she was draped over the foot of the bed, face first, clutching his furs in
her terror, he stopped for a few seconds to appreciate the view. Her ass was
beautiful, and with the way he had positioned her legs apart he could see her
cunt winking at him. How pretty she looked like this, waiting for his cock.
“You want it,” he murmured. “You want my cock, don’t you, Rene?” She was too
afraid to realize he wanted an answer, so he slapped her ass. It jiggled in a
very nice way. She nodded frantically, but he slapped her again a few times
anyways, loving the way her flesh moved.
 
“My perfect little slut,” he murmured as he thrust into her. It was difficult;
she wasn’t wet at all, and her cunt seemed to be too small for him. He had to
thrust again and again, ignoring her screams, before he was even fully in. She
was getting slicker now, he could feel it inside her, but she was still
screaming. He pushed her head down into the furs to shut her up, slapping her
ass with the other hand for good measure. She didn’t stop thrashing about, but
he decided he didn’t really care. She was small enough that the thrashing
wasn’t really stopping him.
 
It was over in a dozen thrusts, and he collapsed on top of her when he was
done. “Good slut,” he said when he got his breath back, pleased to see her
crying. She looked pretty when she cried. “Off now, come on,” he said, and
waited while she got off his bed. He slid under the furs. “Get a washcloth and
wipe your blood off me,” he told her, and was almost asleep by the time she
complied.
 
“Where are you going?” he asked her when she started putting her sack back on.
“You won’t be wearing anything from now on. And I am not done with you. Come
here!”
 
She meekly slipped into his bed with him, and he decided he liked sleeping next
to her warm body. He slipped a finger into her cunt to feel his come in there,
wondering if when she was old enough he could breed her with twins. That was a
long ways off though. She hadn’t bled yet. He wiped the come and blood off his
finger in her hair and slipped into sleep.
 
===============================================================================
 
Lyanna pounced on him as soon as he opened his chamber doors in the morning. It
made him wonder how long she had been there.
 
“You can't just take her, Robb!” she whined, ignoring Rene entirely. If she was
surprised by the girl’s nakedness, she didn't show it.
 
“I can,” he said. “I am older.”
 
“I'll tell mother,” she said.
 
“Please do,” he said as he walked away. “I think she will like the outcome of
her meddling.”
 
Lyanna was furious, he could hear her stomping her feet. “Where are you going?”
 
“My slut is cold,” he said with a smirk she couldn't see. “I am going to warm
her up.”


He took her to the blacksmith, watching eagerly as the girl was laid down on a
table and tied up.
 
“She will move too much if I don’t tie her,” the smith said. “It ruins the
result.”
 
But Rene barely moved. The brand was so hot that she barely struggled before
she lost consciousness entirely, slumping against the table before her skin
stopped sizzling.
 
“It’s too light,” Robb complained. The three headed dragon of his house took up
most of her back, but it was too light, like the old scars on his father’s
chest.
 
“It’ll darken, my lord,” said the smith. “It will be bright enough by the time
she wakes up.”
 
Robb wondered when that would be. He wanted to fuck her again, like he had
throughout the night, but not while she was unconscious. He had already decided
he liked it more when she struggled.
End Notes
     [1] Aspo means bitch.
     [2] Līve means whore.
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     for this verse
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