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GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag 19 - Folly On The Ship: Myrcella's Obsession
🕑 Added 2025-01-24 19:55:37 +0000 UTCOh, my Cat. My lovely Catelyn.
Robert felt like he was on cloud nine. The woman he loved so dearly, once again in his bed. He so dearly longed to feel her warmth again and finally, he had it. Catelyn was finally in his arms once more.
"Ugh!" Robert grunted when he felt the tight, silky wetness coat his cock yet again. "Cat…"
He hazily opened his eyes and looked down.
The smile vanished from his face. Not the red hair he was searching for. No, there was blonde hair and those green eyes.
"You whore! Who let you in here?" Robert bellowed in rage and gripped her bobbing head.
"So now you desire your husband's cock, eh? Aye, I'll give it to you, Cersei—You incestuous whore!"
"Ummm! Mmmm!"
Mercilessly, Robert thrust up and pulled “Cersei's” face down with a tight grip on her blonde locks.
"There, have it all!"
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Moments ago.
Myrcella crawled over to Robert and started kissing all over his back, planting her pink, delicate lips all over his warm skin.
She licked and kissed his muscled calves, his ass cheeks, his balls, the crevice, his back, anywhere she could reach as her pretty little face slowly went up his body. She was intoxicated by his scent, wanting more and more of it melding into her very being.
She tried her best to push and turn him around, and succeeded as Robert grunted in his sleep and turned to lay flat on his back.
Myrcella kissed her King right then, lathering his face with her tongue, nibbling on his lips, and licking his neck. Her lips fluttered across his chest, going lower and lower, eventually sitting between his legs and leaning so far down she almost lay prone there.
She rubbed her face all over his almost flaccid cock, nuzzling and teasing like a pet looking for affection. She worshiped his virility, a thing she was certain no other man in the world but this would get from her.
Her kisses landed on his nectar-covered shaft, again and again, while licking his balls thoroughly. She wasn’t bothered by Sansa’s taste on his cock, even feeling some sort of excitement from the flavor. Her golden locks messily sprinkled everywhere as she slithered her tongue around his sinewy length and finally started to suckle his cockhead.
She started stroking his shaft with her graceful hands, his crown buried deep in the heat of her mouth. Her head went lower and lower as she pushed more and more of his twitching need into her mouth.
Myrcella took all of his flaccid length in her mouth and suckled hard, forcing his calming erection back to life with her slithering tongue. She didn’t care if it struck the back of her throat, if it choked her, and fucked her mouth mindlessly, she wanted it all. All of her King's attention, all of his powerful, fiery brand, deep within her.
"Cersei!"
"Hmm?"
Before Myrcella could react to her King’s voice, her hair was already tangled up in his gripping palm, her face, fucked by the King's relentless thrusts. Her eyes widened for a moment, surprised by his ferocious ambush. But the thought of missing this moment flickered in her mind, and instead, she relaxed her throat, letting him fuck her face as much as he wanted.
Her heart felt joy that he gave her so much attention, so much loving, so much eager flesh diving into her lips. She tried her best to slither and sway her tongue to tease him and arouse him even more, thinking he might show her even more of his “loving” when pleased.
"I'll show you how I treat my whores!"
Robert suddenly lifted her head off his cock by her hair and started moving. He dragged her along as he slid to the side of the bed and sat on the edge, his feet firmly on the floor. With his sturdy arm around her small waist, he hoisted her up and sat her firmly on his lap, her back against his chest.
He roughly pulled up the hem of her nightgown with one hand, sliding his rough palm on her velvety legs, and bunched it all up around her waist. His other hand pushed down the rest from her shoulders, squeezing her breasts tightly as he did so.
“Uaahhh..” Myrcella moaned from the rough treatment, losing her sense by the mix of pleasure and pain. She loved it all.
Robert quickly slid both arms under her knees, opening her legs wide as he lifted her light body entirely on his arms. He held her legs up high, effectively folding her in front of him, opening her up for his cock. Her knees smushed against the side of her breasts while Robert’s hands found their way all the way behind her head, leaving her dangling over his cock in that stretched, folded, tense position.
The rage fueled him, the hunger compelled him to punish the whore in his arms.
Myrcella felt the cold air of the room caressing her exposed pussy. The drooling nectar, cold on her skin; the clenching thrill in her loins aroused her all the more.
Then, without warning, Robert slammed her body down onto his rigid pole, spearing her tight cunt dead center. The wonderful compression instantly engulfed him, gliding along his cock until it struck gold.
“Aaahhh!” Myrcella cried out loud, this being her first ever real cock, let alone so big.
She felt it all at once, the instant stretch on her delicate petals, the stinging pain of her first fuck, her entire pussy filled up in mere seconds, her mind was going wild. The juices of her loins spurted out a little between the slither of gaps, her pussy clenching tightly around his giant-like cock. Despite the pain, she loved every bit of it. She loved her “father” in all but blood’s powerful arms, his hot girthy cock, and she wanted more!
It shocked her how easily Robert kept her lifted in the air, practically using her cunt like a personal cocksleeve that he thrust down on himself at his will. He was so strong and mighty, and the more she thought about it the more she submitted herself to her perversions.
“Ghh!” Robert groaned a little from the grip of her muscles, so tight, so compact, he could almost feel every breath she took.
He suddenly lifted her again and threw her down, smothering her furnace with his hungry cock. Over and over he fucked her like a puppet, using her helpless position to his pleasure. He wasn’t going to go easy on “Cersei”, not even if she begged.
“Ungh! Ungh! Ahhh!!!! I love it Fa-Fath… Yes! Yes!” Myrcella moaned and mewled incoherently with each thrust, her face blushing pink as her eyes rolled in delight. Her breasts jolted between her knees, unable to sway from the tight hold he had on her legs.
Robert started to lift her again, deliberately slow this time, making her feel every graze and scrape his crown made inside her sweltering paradise. He grinned maliciously when he felt her body tremble in his arms, bringing her all the way up until only his throbbing head was inside her.
“You love this? You want this? You want this cock inside you, whore?” He growled into her ear from behind.
“Y–yes…” she answered kittenishly, her pussy lips twitching around Robert’s swollen cockhead.
“Say it! Say what you want!”
“I… I want… your cock…. Your Grace…” Myrcella muttered in a low whisper.
“Beg me, beg me like the whore you are!!” Robert roared.
“I want it! I want f-fath… your cock!” she cried out with her eyes clenched tight.
“Good!” Robert suddenly slammed her down on his thick hardness. His fat, turgid shaft was so tightly squeezing in and out that an onlooker would question how this was possible. How it was fitting inside all the way to the base each time.
He knew what he was capable of, intending to turn her into an utter quivering mess. His own hips started to jolt up, searching for that release. He pushed up into the stretching walls of her pussy, drawing pained moans from her. Her whimpers stifled in her throat as she was overcome by bliss.
He threw her down on his immense cock, again and again, going in deep every time. He could feel her clenching pussy flooding with every few dozen thrusts. How many times she’d already come was unknown. "This is it! This is your place, whore!"
"Yes, yes! Please… I'm yours… Yes, use me! I'm here to serve!"
Myrcella's perverted thoughts took a more verbal form as her mind flushed with arousal. Her multiple climaxes pooled and trickled down the tight gaps, coating his cock in a frothy mess and some drips rolling down his balls.
He fucked her like no tomorrow, controlling the pace, hard and fast until her mouth was left slightly open and her moans simply followed the pace of his jolts. Each deep thrust made her pitch change, singing like an erotic siren, utterly losing her mind.
Myrcella writhed like crazy and she silently screamed when her lungs struggled to push out air as her muscles contracted. Her pussy gripped tightly, as a blinding, pulsing moment of release washed over her entire being. This was no mere climax as her essence flowed out like a glistening fountain of youth.
Robert’s cock fell out and Myrcella’s squirt sprayed all over the floor, sullying the floor in a watery puddle. Her pussy throbbed, gaping and squeezing from the lack of his girth.
"Hah, you thought you can have my seed after birthing incest spawns?” Robert mocked, his eyes still unfocused. “In your dreams, whore! On your bloody knees!"
He pushed her down off of his lap and made her kneel between his legs. He combed his fingers through her hair and twisted, grabbing a handful to pull her face in and shove his cock right between her lips.
"It'll reach your belly alright, eh! But not in your womb! Never!"
"Ummm… Ye-shhh… mmmm!" Myrcella wholeheartedly accepted her King's rough plowing and thrusts. She couldn't wait to have more of it and now she felt scared if he'd even accept her. But she wasn’t going to give up, loosening her throat to take in every inch he gifted her.
“Ummmmmmm…”
Long, frantic pulls and thrusts later, Robert finally felt that hard-earned tingle in his balls. The tight suck around his cock sent him hurling through heaven and he burst with a jarring, pulsing climax, sending his watery, virile fluid deep into her throat.
He gushed out a lot, proportionate to his size. He felt it all pooling inside her mouth and submerging his cock too. So warm and sinful.
Focused on cherishing every moment, with large gulps, Myrcella swallowed it all masterfully. Her green eyes greedily stared upward at her King’s satisfied face.
But even after she cleared her mouth, she kept suckling him, licking him, slashing her face on his balls and cock with no care. Even as it turned flaccid, she kept slurping and brushing her pink tongue around his length, worshiping it in all senses, praying for it to rise again and plunder her.
Thump!
Robert fell back onto the bed and passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Myrcella eventually stopped and stood up. With a bit of a huff, she worked hard to pull Robert’s body up to the headboard. Thankfully the man was half awake to aid her. She then placed Sansa on his right side.
Silently standing beside the bed, she looked at Robert and Sansa's figure.
Myrcella felt something in her heart, a greed like never before. Aye, it was her plan to have Sansa seduce Robert initially, but she never expected to be seduced by Robert's mere presence instead.
"Forgive me, Sansa. I want this just as badly as you do."
Myrcella walked over to the other side of the bed and slid over, warmly squeezing herself beside Robert and hugging his warm frame to sleep. She wanted to be his and trap him within her “affections”, forever hers.
Damned be the consequences.
She wanted it and nothing was going to stop her from having it.
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Catelyn…
Robert's eyes gently opened, the last words of his dreams still lingering on his lips. This wasn't the first time he dreamt of her, but somehow this time the dream was so vivid. He was confused as to why he saw Cersei in that dream too, though he had no remorse for the things he did to her in the dream. She deserved it all since she so often complained about the lack of his attention towards her.
Such a strange dream. He thought and stared at the ceiling in silence. What is this scent?
He was far too familiar with that scent. It was impossible to ignore it when it reeked so intensely.
But then he felt air across his naked chest and body. He felt exposed all over, impossible when he remembered going to bed clothed.
And then he felt the warmth around him, against both of his shoulders, tightly pressed into him from both sides. It felt like the touch of skin squeezed against the skin. The weight on his shoulders gave him the texture of hair.
Robert's heart began pounding. He was aware of where he was and who the girls beside him were. He was aware that he was naked and that he could feel naked bodies pressed onto him. Heck, he felt a soft hand resting barely above his shaft.
No! No, no! Seven hells, no!
Scared of raising his head, Robert simply tried to move his eyes to look over his shoulders.
Gods, what have I done?
Blonde on the left and red on the right.
As he felt their slender, light bodies pressed on him, he realized the memories were no dreams. And just as he recalled that memory, the face of Catelyn changed to Sansa and Cersei's face changed to Myrcella.
Suddenly, it was all so vivid and real. The scent of sex in the room left nothing to chance, it reminded him of his grave sin. The warm mounds squeezed onto his side were proof of his failure.
D-Did Robert take over? What happened?
The more he questioned the more vivid it became. How he pressed into Sansa while she lay beneath him, her legs stretched and spread apart, swaying as he pounded into her sore cunt. The kiss… the shameless kiss that he exchanged with her.
And then Myrcella, how rough he'd been with that poor girl. How he speared into her cunt, threw her over his lap, and folded her body like a doll. How he made her swallow his spent batter.
Every single moment from the previous night became clear.
Why? Why would you, girls? He questioned himself, veins popping all over his forehead, his eyes bulging wide and red. He finally raised his head and looked down to his right. Sansa's face rested there, peacefully sleeping. Why, Sansa? Why with a man more than twice your age?
Then he looked at Myrcella's face, also peacefully asleep.
Why, Myrcella? So what if we share no blood? You grew up… No! I mustn't have!
A wave of panic swept through him. He jolted and quickly pulled himself out of the bed, uncaring if the girls woke up. He slid down to the footside and jumped off the bed before turning around and staring at the two naked girls. Especially between their legs.
Their naked, slender bodies burned into his eyes and memory. Sansa's pale as snow skin and Myrcella's slightly tanned, common Westerlands complexion. No quilt covered them, so along with their messy hair, their pink cherry-tipped breasts and their rosy pussies were all visible.
Despite how fucked up the situation was, Robert heaved a sigh of relief when he found no sticky, white residue between their legs.
Why did this happen? Robert cursed himself under his breath. He couldn't believe himself as he started to feel his erection heat up from their mere naked display. Girls he never expected to bed now made him hard. Such a grave sin!
"Your Grace!"
With horror in his eyes, Robert looked up at Myrcella as she raised herself on her elbows, her messy blonde head facing him. Their eyes met and Robert felt disgusted with himself. Myrcella looked so delicate, so kind and sweet, worthy of only the most handsome knights of the Seven Kingdoms. Yet he treated her so harshly, savagely plundered like a whore back in Robert's most depraved days.
Robert felt his throat go dry when she called for him.
"Y-Your Grace…"
Then came Sansa's weak, scared murmur as she completely, stiffly sat up on the bed, squeezing her legs together in shame, one arm hiding her bare breasts. Her hair was just as messy as Myrcella's.
Hearing her made Robert terrified of himself. This was absolutely taboo in his thoughts. But the fucked up situation was that to him, Myrcella was acceptable while Sansa was not. But to the realm, Sansa was completely acceptable as his woman but not Myrcella.
Neither Robert nor Eddard had the luxury of feeling relaxed in either situation. No, this was a mess only for the unique creature that he was, neither of the two.
"G-Girls… I…" He stammered, having no idea what to say. Heck, noticing how Myrcella's eyes were stuck to his rigid, half-erect shaft made him speechless.
"No!" Myrcella raised her voice before Robert could say anything. "We wanted this, Your Grace. You have done no wrong. Isn't that right, Sansa?"
Sansa was lost for a moment, confused as to why Myrcella was also naked and in a similar state as herself. But she eventually nodded firmly. "Y-Yes… I wanted this, Your Grace. I accepted your love and… and I will dutifully serve you. Please, don't feel worried. I will always—"
"What are you on about?" Robert bellowed, his voice thick with confusion. A part of him, deep down, wanted Sansa to deny it all.
"What could you possibly see in this?" He slapped a hand to his chest. "This hairy, hulking brute of a man—a whoremonger, a savage, a bloody killer! What's romantic about that, girl?"
Sansa shrank her neck and looked down in fright. Being naked and getting scolded was a very humbling experience. Let alone by a massive wall of muscle and virile erection standing in front of her.
"I… I wish to…" Sansa's voice trembled as she searched for the right words. "I want to marry you, Your Grace. I’ll strive to be a dutiful queen, to serve you well in… in our bedchamber. I’ll bear you trueborn heirs, strong and noble. And I… will accept all your love and give it back to you with all m—"
"Silence!" Robert roared, his face dark with anger. "Who filled your head with such drivel? I gave Catelyn my word—I swore to protect you, your honor, and… I took it! Do you even hear yourself? King's Landing is no place for you… No, you’ll go back to Winterfell the moment we return. And as for you—"
Robert glared at Myrcella then but lost himself for a moment. His anger with Sansa was genuine and born from his memories. But Myrcella was just a… girl. He didn't know much about her nor did the memories of Robert help.
"Why in the seven hells would you do such a thing, girl? We share no blood, but I thought the bond was true. I let you live in the Red Keep like a princess, and gave you luxuries beyond your station—a bastard’s station at that. Not even a royal one. And after last night… the things I did, the things you allowed. How could you?"
And that was when the difference between Sansa and Myrcella became apparent.
"I wanted it." Myrcella proudly proclaimed. "I wanted every moment of what we did. I dreamt of it every night. I loved every moment you were inside me. I loved all you did to me because that's what I wanted. I don't care about my station or the so-called bond, all I know is that I want to be with you, Your Grace. Have me, use me, abuse me, relish me any way you like—that's all I want."
In utter shock, Robert took a step back. He'd never seen Myrcella behave like that. She'd always been a sweet, well-behaved girl. Was all that a lie?
"To be a man's plaything? What sort of a dream is that? Girl, are you well in your head? You were raised to be a princess!" Robert reprimanded.
But Myrcella sat up defiantly, jutted out her naked breasts, and raised her chin. "Not a man's plaything. No, only yours. I don't care how you look at me, but I beg you, please keep me… Please don't send me away, Your Grace."
Robert gulped and sneered. He walked to the side and quickly grabbed a fresh set of clothes to wear. He had to since his body had begun to react in unholy ways. Myrcella's words and the shameless display of her nude body had made him as hard as ever. She even kept her legs spread wide like an invitation.
He truly couldn't understand what made Myrcella like that. She was such a kind and intelligent girl.
"Sansa goes back to Winterfell," Robert declared as he tugged his belt tight. "Myrcella... I'll deal with you later. Need to find you a proper husband first."
Although he had decided on Jon previously, he wasn't sure about that anymore. He didn't want to trap Jon with an unfaithful woman. He wanted to learn about what was going on in Myrcella's head first. Why was she acting so unhinged?
"No! Please!" Sansa cried.
But Robert ignored her and walked towards the door. However, just before he reached for the handle, he looked back in complete seriousness.
"D-Did I finish inside any of you?"
This shame… I will never forget this. So disgusted with himself he felt like throwing himself off the ship. But he was sadly aware of how hard it was to die now.
Myrcella shook her head strongly.
"N-No," Sansa added.
Taking a calming breath, Robert grabbed the door handle. "Get dressed. We're about to reach Braavos."
Thud!
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The winds were generous. Robert was able to reach Braavos in less than four days. After the morning insanity, he was in no mood to rest or even look at the two girls again. He busied himself with Ser Barristan, training with his sword and warhammer.
He grunted and roared like a beast in pain. Perhaps he was… mentally. He had no idea how to deal with what had transpired. He couldn't share it with anyone either.
Moreover, he felt utterly broken by what he'd done with Sansa. Catelyn's face constantly flickered in his thoughts, her disappointed face even. What would she say if she found out?
"Is that all you got, Barristan?" Robert parried the Lord Commander with ease. There was a time when it was hard to win against Ser Barristan. But whatever magical blessing he'd received, he was no longer in the realm of humans anymore.
A mere tap of his warhammer was enough to shatter and rupture every bone and organ in a body. One single slice of his sword was enough to cleave five men in one go, given they stood in a line.
His bare claws held enough stretch to crush a rhino's skull. With his muscles, he was sure he could lift an average elephant.
But the frightening part was that he was still growing strong. Every single time he was wounded and woke up the next day, he'd be reborn with more strength.
"I can't, Your Grace…" Ser Barristan struggled even with all his techniques. "You have surpassed your prime self many times over. I cannot name a man in Westeros who could best you now. Perhaps among the Dothraki, there are some who might offer a true contest."
"Hah!" Robert laughed like a maniac and lunged forward. "Then find me one. I'd like to see what Essos has to offer. Does Braavos not have any fighting pits?"
"It does not, Your Grace. It's a thing of Slaver's Bay."
Robert nodded and finally, smashed his hammer on Barristan's blocking sword. The clash was enough to force Barristan to let go of his sword or risk breaking his arm.
Clank!
With that, Robert won for nth time. He'd won against all his Kingsguards combined too. In a way, his men now revered him like some god of war. More than the thought of protecting the King, the men felt protected by the King's presence instead.
Ting! Ting!
Just then the bells started to ring and certain flags were raised to communicate with Robert's royal fleet. The Titan of Braavos came into view soon after, marking their arrival at the wealthiest and likely the most powerful of the Free Cities.
Robert went to the side and splashed his face with water to calm his nerves. Then, he returned to his now empty quarters and wore more regal clothes, worthy of a thriving King.
By the time he walked out to the main deck again, the ship was aligning itself with the docks.
"The Kingsguards and ten Stormlands soldiers will accompany us, Your Grace," Ser Barristan briefed Robert before departing. "Lady Sansa and Lady Myrcella shall have thirty men of the Stormlands and two of the Kingsguard for their escort."
"The girls stay on the ship," Robert barked. "Not a foot on the docks till I’m back, you hear?"
Ser Barristan stole a glance at well-dressed girls behind and pitifully shrugged. He was in no position to deny the King, after all.
"Very well, Your Grace."
An hour later, Robert finally disembarked the ship and walked on foot since the city wasn't really meant for horses. With his loyal men forming a wall around him, he made his way towards the Iron Bank of Braavos.
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So much activity in the harbor was hard to ignore.
A mere single glance was enough to tell that the ships were from Westeros, and another glance told that it was the King's own ship. Murmurs spread across the port and then the city, instantly carrying the news that the King of the Seven Kingdoms was there.
Merchants, good folks, and some not-so-pleasant folks, all eyed the ships and the King for different reasons. And among those folks was a young man with blue hair and purple eyes.
"Let's hope this is a worthy play, Young Griff. The lion cannot be trusted."
"The Lannisters are ruled by greed, Ser. They bend to whatever power suits them. I have the Golden Company at my back and the Iron Bank on my side. The Lannisters owe the bank a fortune and the Old Lion's pride demands vengeance. I’d say we’re well placed—Robert’s a long way from home."
The clean-shaven, leathery-faced man beside the young man scoffed and nodded. "Let's move then."
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A/N: The last artwork I posted was a scene from this chapter. The Robert X Myrcella sex scene.
A/N: From a previous poll, it was decided that Sansa won't be a permanent part of the Harem. But still, I'm going to try and give Sansa a few more intimate exchanges with Robert before they reach back King's Landing. He will 100% send her back to Winterfell then.
Now, the question is about Myrcella.
Question: Keep Myrcella as a cute, loyal, happy, and willing cocksleeve or not?
Choice 1 - Yes, keep Myrcella.
Choice 2 - No, wed her off to someone.
Comments
Jacob Weiss
1 and neeeeed more, please!!!
Jacob Weiss
1
Eymi Lopez
1
SomeFox
1
Derek Elodio
1 she should be the female lead
Caimbeul
1
Kobe Brown
1
Grey Jack
1
Goxo
1, because I believe whoever she would have been settled would have some unfortunate accident down the line for her to go back to Robert, Ned, due to her now obsession to him. Till next time Author, Godspeed.
woody wolff
1
Orion Chung
1
Darth Bane
1
Devan kincaid
1
Aidan Jones
1
Jan Jochem Zeeman
1
Fourteen
1 let her be a good/naughty little girl of her father. We know well from her mother how loyal lionesses can be to those they love and what a tragedy happens when someone prevents them from doing so
Patrick Darmon
1
Dea
1
adorsey
1
Mezz015
Ah ok gotcha
Robert Brown
But yeah for the most part I vote option 1
Robert Brown
1, is both the safest bet for the kingdom( no need for a another crazy blond yandere, let alone a smart and capable one ruining the kingdom for her lusts and perversions) and the kindest since 2 would mostly likely mean marrying her too a loyal vassal or one of their children.... which would be cruel to both Myrcella but most importantly cruel to your vassal and/or their child....unless you plan to marry her to a vassal of questionable loyalty for her to spy and report on for you(using her perversions and hunger/need for you as a reward) then 2 could and/or would be acceptable option...but otherwise I prefer option 1.
MrPlotThickens
Hmm. Depends on how much material I have to write. It's not my goal to post 2 for each. But if me and Ms.Squirtle feel the vibe we end up writing more.
Ash01
Choice 1 why not a child should not pay for the sins of her parents. She should live well.
Abel mi
1 And for Robert to tell her that she will only be his whore until he tires of her. to humiliate her further Robert brings mya to court and marries her to Jon before giving Jon control over the bolton lands. "This could have been you, but now you're nothing but my personal whore until you get old and unattractive and then no one will want you and I'll throw you out" A rather cruel fate but I think it's a somewhat fair punishment (and nedbert in the future may change his mind).
Mezz015
Unrelated to the chapter but since there’s been 2 chapters each uploaded of the current fics will there be 2 new chapters double uploaded for president stark?
