He is dark haired and broad shouldered, it doesn’t need a genius to figure out that in this alternate world the heir to the throne is not a secret b...stard this time. And from thinking about his siblings he also realized, that time has passed differently.While in his favourite book series the heir to the throne was a measely twelve years old when the plot started, Lyonel was in fact 21. His little sister Myrcella had seen her 18th nameday earlier this year and their little brother Tommen would. "No matter, you will be challenged now." Yes, my little slut," he groaned as she bobbed back and forth on his cock. "I can see you are not without skills. That is good. I was beginning to think you'd gone so long without real sex, you might have forgotten everything!" Mmumph!" was all she could reply, her mouth was so stuffed with hard, thick cock. Honey licked and sucked his cock with genuine effort, hoping that she could get him to cum by sucking him off and he would be too depleted to fuck. Nothing happened.She took lunch, John took coffee at three thirty and they went home at five. "How did you get on?" the lady asked as Samantha took the temporary pass back to the reception desk. "I made coffee and had lunch, that was about it," Samantha explained."Bring a magazine, or chat to your friends on Facebook," the lady suggested, "I'm afraid boredom is the biggest problem here."Samantha quickly realised the woman was absolutely correct as for the rest of the week she made precisely. She didn't wake; she didn't try to brush him away. She was dreaming and he wasn't going to disturb her. He couldn't.Now puckering his lips over a nipple, he kissed again, savoring the touch, the taste of her body. He sucked gently on the nipple, almost too much. She sighed. Startled, he released the nipple and moved lower. A kiss over her belly button and he was able to feel her stomach react with a tremble to his touch.As if by instinct, or practice, her legs moved further apart, making room.