Theon disbelieved in the two girls from the moment they entered the cellar where Ramsay had locked him up. Both were beautiful, but it would be typical of Ramsay to use that beauty as a elaborate method of torture. He couldn't trust them. —Come with us, Prince Theon —said the blonde. Even when they freed him from his bonds and began guiding him towards the door, he kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. The brunette looked at the bed prepared in the room, but the blonde was only focused on the door. —I still don't like this —said the brunette—. This isn't what Ramsay wanted us to do. —No —agreed the blonde—. He wanted us to seduce the prince, excite him and then he would enter and torture him. Theon shuddered at that revelation. —But for that, we'll be left unsupervised for a time. This is our best chance of escape, Myranda. —Why should we go, Violet? —asked the brunette, Myranda—. Ramsay has always been good to me since I was eleven years old. —And he will get bored with you and throw you to the dogs —said Violet—. You've seen what it is, Myranda. You won't live long if you stay here. None of us will. But Theon can help us. Isn't that so, Prince? —Can I? —murmured. He didn't feel capable of helping himself in those days, and much less anyone else. He hadn't felt that way since he realized his occupation at Invernalia was doomed to failure, and his time as Ramsay's prisoner had only increased his loss of confidence. —You can —said Violet—. You can take us with you to the Iron Islands, where Ramsay can't reach us. We can be your salt wives. Salt wives reminded him of Pyke, of his home. But it had never really been his home, wasn't it? At least, not after his father's rebellion was crushed and he became the ward and hostage of Ned Stark. Invernalia had been lo more close to a home he had ever had and never could return there, not after what he had done. Could he really take those girls to Pyke with him and go back to his old life? Would he be welcome on the Iron Islands? Even if he was, could he fit in or had time spent in Ramsay's cellar changed him too much? Theon didn't know the answers to any of these questions. He didn't know what awaited him at Pyke nor how broken he was after his captivity. But the only question he knew the answer to was what awaited him if he stayed there or if he delayed and Ramsay caught him. And knowing the answer to that question made all other uncertainties irrelevant. Anything was better than this. --Yes,--he said.--Let's go. --Go back to bed, Theon.--I'm going, I'm going--he murmured, finishing the letter he had been writing to his sister. She had been waiting for him to object when he returned, but she surprised him by actually supporting her claim to the Seagard of Stone. Her support and agreement with her stance on the lack of benefit of invading the North, especially since someone who had spent most of his life living there, helped her fight against her uncle Euron's attempts to gain control, and so his sister now ruled the Iron Islands. She was welcome to deal with all the burdens of governing; Theon was quite happy living a life of comfort. Now it seemed that the time he had spent as Ramsay's prisoner had passed into history. He knew that it and his failures in Winterfell had changed him, stripped him of much of his previous vanity and arrogance, but they no longer consumed his thoughts like before. His two magnificent salt wives had a lot to do with that. Violet, the precious blonde, was waiting for him in bed, completely naked. Her belly was starting to show signs of pregnancy, but that wasn't -- It made him feel less attracted to her. It was the proof that he had escaped Ramsay, that he was alive and whole. And he could admit that he was already eager for Violet's breasts to grow more. But that would have to wait. For now, he would have to be content with his marvelous body just as it was. The former servant of Bolton House had been the one who found the courage and organized everything, and she had adapted to life on the Iron Islands immediately. She seemed happy in her role as Theon's salt wife, but he supposed that was natural given Ramsay's obvious madness. She smiled and made a gesture with her finger for him to join her in bed. He did, but she cried out in surprise when he rolled her over onto her stomach and began rubbing his penis against her firm backside. Give me just one minute, love, he said, rubbing himself against her. Then I'll give you exactly what you want. Don't make me wait, she complained. And he didn't. Her responding backside was as pleasing to him as always, and rubbing against it made him hard in an instant. He penetrated her with force, making her grunt as he did so. He was quite sure that his sounds of pleasure had been false or at least exaggerated when they started doing it, but he trusted that her satisfaction was genuine these days. Not only had he recovered his confidence and physical strength, but he had also learned how his body liked to be fucked exactly. Violet was a good submissive in bed, like most salt wives. She liked being possessed by her man just so, so Theon didn't worry at all about her enjoyment as he thrust into her from behind. Besides, he could hear her muffled moans and complaints even with his face pressed against the pillow. He loved being fucked like a slut, and although Theon generally treated her much more kindly than most salt wives, he had no problem in fucking her like I used to do with whores in the city of winter at the outskirts of Invernalia. The success of his efforts was evident by how strongly she moaned each time their hips crashed against her. Of course, she had moaned every time they were together, but the moans were stronger and more genuine now. There was no need for her to pretend she was having fun to increase the ego of the man she trusted to protect her. In the last months, Theon had learned how much more satisfying it was to make a real woman moan. —Yes, my prince!—she screamed, although it wasn't clear with her head buried in the pillow. However, he had learned to decipher what she said when her mouth was covered, whether by a pillow, a gag, or even his hand. She was a perverted woman; she liked things that most whores wouldn't have accepted, not even if you offered them double their usual rate—. Fuck me! Fuck your salt wife! Theon charged at the beautiful blonde, making her scream against the pillow as he inserted his cock into her without hesitation. She had saved him, along with Myranda, and he would always be grateful that they had done so, but that didn't mean he would treat her with more delicacy in bed. Probably she would have been disappointed if he had done otherwise. So Theon used her as he pleased, filling her with his cock and moving his body over hers on the bed. He charged at her and kept charging, not slowing down even when he felt his release approaching. He didn't feel obligated to withdraw or warn her of what was coming. Obviously it didn't matter, since she had become pregnant; his seed had done its job. But even if that wasn't the case, she was now his salt wife, his to fuck as he pleased. If he wanted to come inside her, he would come inside her. And, as happened, he had many urges to come inside her. The Violet's sharp cry was easily audible even through the pillow. The blonde loved feeling him inject his seed into her. Of course, she also loved it when he did it in her mouth, or on her backside, or on her face. Basically, she liked receiving his seed inside her or on her skin, whenever and wherever she could. It was no surprise that she would carry his son in her womb. She remained face down on the pillow for a long time after he finished and withdrew. She briefly considered grabbing him and pulling him towards her side to warm up her bed while sleeping, but discovered she enjoyed seeing her like this now, face down on the bed, her backside jutting out and a little of his semen dripping from her and onto the bed beneath her. She would leave him be for the moment. Maybe she would snuggle up beside him when he slept. Maybe he would also be ready for another opportunity by then. -- Get up. Theon slowly opened his eyes and blinked to see Myranda sitting on top of him. She was straddling him, moving her hips back against his penis. He could feel himself completely erect, so supposed it had been a while like that. With the corner of his eye, he realized Violet was still asleep on the other side of the bed. She had rolled over and was resting her head on the pillow while sleeping. She seemed strangely innocent while sleeping, which contrasted completely with the salty wife who was dirty-minded when awake. A hand grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to turn his head to one side. Myranda looked at him with anger, but her anger seemed strange considering she continued moving her body back against his and thrusting her penis. -- Don't look at me now. The brunette said fiercely. Look at me now. -- I'll look when you want. -- I want your cock. And I'm going to take it. -- You'll say I don't —he said, smiling at her—. Just be nice to him. I'll need you back when you're done. —Shut up and let me fuck you —she said, not in the mood for his attempts at humor. She knew Violet had been the one who had pressured them into freeing him, fleeing Ramsay and escaping with him to the Iron Islands. Theon didn't know her whole story, but he knew she had been Ramsay's companion since childhood. Either she hadn't been able to see him for what he was or simply hadn't cared, but in any case, she had shown herself reluctant to follow Violet's plan. Theon wasn't sure why he had finally decided to help, but he was very glad he had. And not just because Ramsay would have probably caught him otherwise. She was a great fuck, as clever as Violet but in a different way. He'd say it took Myranda time to get used to him and his new life, but the truth was she hadn't gotten used to him at all. In fact, she didn't like him; she mostly tolerated him most of the time. But she had desires like any other person and knew he was who to turn to if she wanted to satisfy them. And not just because she was his wife and anyone else would make her a joke among the Ironborn. He was ready to give her what she needed. What she needed was very different from what Violet needed. Violet liked being fucked, liked him using her roughly and treating her like any other salt wife. Myranda wasn't into submitting to anyone, and the few times he had tried to take control had ended badly, at least. She liked being on top, liked fucking, and wasn't happy doing it any other way. Theon could have fought for that if he really wanted to, but never saw many incentives to do so. After all, she owed him one for freeing him, so It seemed unfair to complain if she was a little more aggressive in bed than he was used to. Okay, she was much more aggressive, but the point remained. And he liked it, honestly. He loved fucking Violet, but he would lie if he said that resting and letting Myranda do all the work didn't have its advantages. One of those advantages became apparent immediately as he lifted his hips and slid onto his cock. Rarely did she seem happy or content in daily life, at least not externally for him to see, but definitely she enjoyed getting on top of him and receiving his cock in her pussy. That small half-smile on her face made strange things happen to his cock. Another advantage was that it was simply exciting to watch her work. Myranda knew what he liked and took it. It didn't matter that she had come here to the Iron Islands as his salt wife, which meant she belonged to him in terms of customs. In this bed, she was the one with control, and Theon thought that was fine. He could see her slender and sexy body moving up and down on his cock, feel her pussy tight around his cock, and see her lovely breasts bouncing as she rode him. Some other Ironborn men might think he was weak for letting a woman ride him like this, but those fools didn't know what they were missing. Theon would let this demanding little brunette ride him whenever she wanted. His hands closed over his ass to grab it, but she didn't do anything to stop him. As long as he didn't try to impede her progress, she generally seemed fine with him getting a bit roughed up, and he took advantage of that here. He clung to her lovely cheeks, but in reality, he didn't try to take control and make her bounce on his cock. That was what usually happened when he put Violet on top of him; basically, he was fucking her from below until he decided to switch it up. But with Myranda... happy to remain passive and let her fuck herself on his cock. Myranda wasn't doing it slowly or softly; probably she would have torn his head off with a single bite if he had only suggested slowing down, although she didn't care about that anyway. The only thing she wanted was to bounce on his cock with all the impulse and aggression she could muster, almost as if she wanted to hit him with such force as to hurt his skin. Sex with his brunette wife never lasted long. She couldn't; their bodies simply wouldn't be able to take it. That was fine for Theon. He accepted it and was happy to enjoy it while it lasted. She let herself fall on him as hard as she could, so hard that the bed shook, so hard that Theon couldn't understand how Violet managed to stay asleep despite having a deep sleep. But the pregnant blonde didn't lift her head, didn't open her eyes, didn't react in any way while Myranda took what she needed. —AH!—she screamed. She threw her head back and moaned as she started to come around his cock. Theon also moaned; how couldn't he? She was already tight, but that tightness became almost unbearable when her pussy squeezed him like that. He knew it wouldn't be long before he joined her. Myranda wasn't bouncing anymore, but she kept moving. Now she was balancing her hips forward and backward on him, rubbing against his cock. Theon grabbed her hips with more force as he felt his own release approaching. Although he was happy to let her ride him and fuck if that's what she wanted, he wouldn't let his semen go anywhere except inside her pussy, not until he was sure she was pregnant with him. He wasn't sure why she still wasn't pregnant; certainly he had come inside her frequently enough. Anyway, She had taken her seed in the designated place more frequently than Violet, since she didn't like it when they put it in her face or mouth like the blonde did. But that didn't matter. She would just keep filling her with his seed as often as possible and eventually she would get pregnant like her other salt wife. Myranda didn't say anything when he started to come, but neither did she try to lift her hips. She continued moving her hips over him, more slowly now, her ferocity fading after the orgasm. He let her go after he was spent and she made a small and sexy hip movement before getting off of him. —I hope you're not thinking of being nice to me after I finally get pregnant—she said moments later. She had left the bed and was already putting on her clothes to return to her bedroom. There would be no hugs with her; there never were. Myranda wasn't the type of person who cuddled. —Nice? With you? You'd kill me in my sleep if I tried—she joked. Although, thinking about it, he wasn't sure if it was really a joke. —As long as we understand each other—she said, putting her underwear back on—, I'll keep screwing you like this, getting on top of you and bouncing and using your cock to satisfy me. That's not going to change, no matter how big my belly gets. —I wouldn't change it for the world—she said. He watched her leave through the door, laughed between his teeth at her predictable behavior and turned around, curling up behind Violet who was still asleep. His two salt wives couldn't be more different, but Theon began to enjoy those differences more every day that passed.
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