13: Twins of a Crossing no longer (Warning-R18+)

(The Twins, The Green Fork, The Trident, The Riverlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)

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Barthogan had slew many Frey's, leaving only Stevron, Lothar the Lame, Olyvar, Amerei, Roslin, and ''Fat'' Walda Frey alive, of course he also kept Genna Lannister, her fool husband, and oaf children alive, but he had everyone else killed and left a cloth that had half of the sigil of House Connington on it.

Barthogan had never liked Lord Connington, and that wasn't specific, the whole bunch could easily be slotted in the category one might place a family of assholes

Now, he was sat in the Twin's in the Lord's Chair. Admiring the bust of Genna Lannister sat across from him. If it wasn't for the fact that he needed Cassandra's permission he'd have already bent her over and whipped his dick out. He really need's to fuck a Lannister at some point. And Genna wasn't fat like she was in Cannon just yet, she was slightly plump at best. Maybe a Court Mistress wouldn't hurt, assuming he kept her from getting pregnant by him...no, Cassandra has to give permission.

She was downright scary if he fucked someone without her present or prior permission. Ros at least he could tap to his own free will, but Genna fucking Lannister? He could probably get off scot free if he hadn't tapped a noble girl some time back. She didn't get pregnant, thank fuck, but he nearly lost his balls so you'll have to forgive him if he doesn't want to prick a Doe with Dragon Blood on the heart. He's already died once before, not looking for an early number 2.

"You'll forgive me if I feel the need to feed my son." Says Genna revealing a hefty bust on par with Cassandra.

Barthogan feels his friend stir at the revealing of the Lannister equivalent of Cassandra's breasts.

"Happily Lady Genna. Far be it from me to deny you that." Says Barthogan, even though it's clear to both that she's trying to seduce him by starting with a slow strip show.

"Such a gentlemen, shame you weren't young enough to become mine before my fool of a husband." Says Genna.

"Who says he'd ever need to know? I could have you now and he'd be too afraid to ask if it happened. Of course, like your husband, I too fear my wife. I'm not permitted another woman without her presence or Prior permission, but I can get away with a few things, like those lips of yours." Says Barthogan cheekily.

"Aren't you the rogue, trying to seduce me into taking you in my mouth. My husband is dreadfully small in brain and size however, and I won't take a dwarf in my mouth or any hole ever again." Says Genna as she watches Barthogan stand up, and free his cock from his breeches.

"I ain't a dwarf my lady, as you can see." He says, putting it back in.

"Mmm, well in that case how do you want me?" Asks Genna shedding her dress entirely.

"Without Cassandra your mouth will have to suffice." Says Barthogan. "However, you can call on me any time with her permission. A King has power after all." Says Barthogan as Genna kneels between his legs, taking his cock back out and savoring the feeling of it in her hands.

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(POV Shift: Genna Lannister)

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Genna wasn't a wanton slut by any means, but he husband might as well have no dick at all, it was like being fucked by a small stump or hand. Plus, having sex with this boy might prove advantageous to House Lannister in the future. If she gets with child and rid of her husband she could represent the Lannister's by his side as a recognized mistress. Despite associated stigma with such a position, it would be a powerful one.

Plus it was rare for her husband to get her off at all, the cock before her alone was five times as thick as Emmon and a good seven times longer. How did his seed taste? How much could she take into her mouth? How far down her throat would it go? She needed to know this, and quick.

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(POV Shift: Barthogan Stark)

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Genna Lannister was absolutely divine. Her breasts wrapped around his cock which was sliding in and out of her throat was the best outside of Cassandra. He wanted to be inside her so bad, but the ever present fear of Cassandra stayed his course. He'd be content to paint her face, throat, breasts heck even her entire body in his seed. Oh how it sucked that Cassandra couldn't be here to enjoy it with him...hehe...sucked....

He could get lost in breasts like this, which explained the Kingsroad ep of the shows season 1. Specifically when Ned reveals Jon got rid of such a whore and Robert said it was the worst thing Jon did, before remembering Cersei was his wife.

''Mm, keep that up and I'll name to the Small Council.'' Barthogan grunts.

Apparently encouraged by that, Genna Furiously speeds up her ministrations. Barthogan can do naught but feel a big chunk of breast and run a hand through her Golden Locks. It was that good.

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(Time-skip: Ten Minutes Later)

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''Suck a good mouth.'' Barthogan rumbles after Genna swallowed his seed.

''What would the King have of me?'' Genna whispered sensually.

''The King would have you ride him, but alas without his Doe he cannot have that. Instead, Genna Lannister, I Name you my Mistress....of Coin.'' Says Barthogan as he squeezes a breast to get her to moan just as she's about to reply.

''You can return to Casterly Rock my Lady, and with it this letter for your brother. Give Tywin my regards, tell him if he goes against this here letter, our prior agreement will be Voided.'' Barthogan tells her.

''Just like that?'' Asks Genna as she dresses.

''When I win I'll send for you, present yourself and accept my offer of being Mistress of Coin. After that, I will call upon you to my chambers, and with any luck I will be inside you with Cassandra's permission. I won't have your husband or elder sons present however, I want you all to myself.'' Says Barthogan as he palms her ass.

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His business with Genna done, he sends for Stevron, Lothar, Olyvar, Amerei, Roslin, and ''Fat'' Walda Frey.

Upon entering Barthogan stands and gestures to the Seat.

''Your Chair, Lord Stevron?'' Asks Barthogan.

''My Lord.'' Stevron Bows in thanks.

''I'm no Lord, I'm your King. Right Now My Brother's in Riverrun negotiating with Lord Tully to Wed his Daughter Catelyn, while Lord Arryn hopes to Wed his daughter to Lord Edmure. I'm here because with the cowardly murder of So many Frey's by Lord Connington I want to understand how it was each of you survived while everyone else did not. I suggest you find out for me. Consider it a royal order. As for the rest of you, by Royal Decree Olyvar Frey is now the Heir to The Twins, and shall be my Royal Squire until he is to become Lord of the Crossing. Roslin Frey will accompany me too! Serve as a companion to my daughters.'' Says Barthogan before lowering his voice.

''And perhaps Wed one of my boy if you play your card's right.'' He said that just loud enough for Stevron to hear, and was deliberately vague on his meaning of which boy. It could very be a Bastard Son he legitimizes just for Roslin. Barthogan already has an idea of who he wants in bed with Cregan and Steffon, Cregan obviously is gonna get Rhaenys Targaryen, but who's to say that Barth won't get a taste of Steffon's bride first, she was always so beautiful when shown nude in the show.

"Of course your grace." Says Stevron in deferral.

"As for you Lothar Frey, I will raise a Keep for you myself when the War's won, your House will be House Lothar of Oldstones. Raised from atop the ruins of Oldstones. I'll have no Ruins in Westeros, so Oldstones will be rebuilt, as too will be Summerhall, Harrenhal, and the Castles on the Wall. Rule well Lord's Frey and Lothar, for your brother and Sister depend on my generosity and goodwill. As does the stability of the Position offered to Lady Genna. I expect you to come when I call for your military aid, come late and you'll be forever known as "The Late" Lord Stevron Frey. Barthogan says as he departs the hall.

Genna was the light of this dark day that was for sure.

Now all that was left was to ride to Riverrun and find out what was the verdict.

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(POV Shift: Cassandra Baratheon)

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Cassandra spoke with Barth's authority, thus the final say came down to her as both her husbands wife and his Queen. Hoster Tully tried to get Jon and Lysa Wed as well as Edmure and Mira and Ned and Catelyn. However Cassandra knew that her Husband was not willing to accept this.

"You have a choice Lord Hoster, accept the offer we have given and perhaps the King can be persuaded to betroth your youngest daughter to an advantageous match on your behalf. Of course if you refuse when my Husband sits the Iron Throne you will be disposed of all Lands and Titles, your rulership of Riverrun will fall to another, perhaps even a Frey, and you and your son will be exiled, while your daughters will ever be sent to the Faith or Lys, depends on the King's Mood and my words." Cassandra said with bitter steel in her voice.

"I have your word the King will Find Lysa a suitable husband?" Hoster asks.

"You do, and neither Stark nor Baratheon have ever broken their word without just cause. We'll not start now." Says Cassandra.

"So be it. Brynden, you know what to do." Says Hoster, who despite trying to get something for Lysa, will be content so long as the King and Queen find her someone willing to take a girl without her maidenhead. Times like this, he wonders if it's less the lacking Maidenhead and more the rumor of her mentally unstable personality that drives off suitors. Hoster didn't know who started that rumor, but if he ever did, he'd take a pound of flesh and a tongue for it mark his words.

"Hold a Moment, My Husband wishes to extend an Offer to Ser Brynden. Ned?" Asks Cassandra.

"My Queen. Ser Brynden Tully, his Grace, King Barthogan Blackstark would name you to his Kingsguard, will you wear the White Cloak?" Asks Ned.

"So long as I can put my Blackfish on it." Says Brynden.

"Brynden." Hoster says exasperatedly.

"The King expected you to say that, which is why...." Cassandra trails off, revealing the Kingsguard Cloak of Grey and White with the Nine Swords for Nine Vows Barth Once swore pointing to a Blackfish in the center.

Brynden, and even Hoster can't help but laugh at the Cloak.

"In that case, consider this my acceptance." Says Brynden, drawing his sword and kneeling as Ned Drapes it over his shoulder.

Cassandra smiles, because the first man her Husband instructed her to recruit has joined the new Royal Kingsguard.

"Will you write the King and ask him to attend the wedding?" Asks Ned.

"Gladly." Says Cassandra.