From This Day
Jon woke up to a very pleasurable sensation on his cock, a warm wet feeling that seemed to move and shift around. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling, he could feel a small dainty hand rub up and down his cock further enhancing the pleasure he felt.
Though now that he had woken up a bit more he felt Rhaella who was still cuddled up next to him her large breasts pushing onto his chest her hard nipples poking him, her soft skin felt amazing on him only serving to make him harder. Jon opened his eyes, squinting at the light coming through the window. He looks down and sees another head of white hair bobbing up and down on his hard length.
"Gods... Dany what are you doing" he says with a groan as she takes him a bit deeper in her mouth. She was completely naked her small dainty feet hanging in the air as she lay on her stomach. She removed his cock from her mouth giving him a sultry smile.
"I know you love Mother, but I won't let that stop me from having you as well, I already asked her if you ever came back would she share you and she agreed as she can no longer have children," Daenerys says as she kept her hand jerking Jon's cock, he found it hard to think straight when such a beautiful girl was pleasuring him. She was small and lithe with her breasts no more than a handful, but she still had to be one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen. And right now she was suckling on the tip of his cock.
He went to push her off but instead found himself gripping her head pushing her deeper onto him, she eagerly accepts the challenge and allows herself to be impaled by his cock. Though she can only make it halfway before it hits the back of her throat and she chokes. But she doesn't stop, she steadies her breathing and bobs her head up and down as far as she can take it while she jerks his cock with her hands.
Jon leans back as he feels the pleasure shoot through his body, his hand is wrapped in her soft silver hair, he can hear the wet sounds of his cock going down her throat, and he can smell her arousal as he feels the air coming from between her legs. He's very close to pinning her down and thrusting his cock into her, taking her maidenhood.
"Oh my, Daenerys you couldn't even wait a single night" Jon hears the voice of Rhaella as she awakes. She pushes herself up using his chest and he's greeted by the sight of her large breasts and pointed nipples. Not saying anything Jon grabs one taking it into his mouth with one hand and pulls her closer with the other.
Rhaella squeals in surprise then moans when Jon starts to suck and lick around her nipples. Her hand grip his soft black curls as she starts rubbing her sex on him. Daenerys lifts her head from his cock and goes to straddle him. Rhaella sees this and puts a hand on her shoulder.
"You don't want your first time being with your mother in the room, be patient I'm sure Jon will take care of you soon" she says with a smile.
Daenerys understands but it doesn't make it any more frustrating, Rhaella disconnects herself from Jon and goes next to Daenerys and encourages her to move up Jon's body until she's sitting on his face.
"Jon will take care of you" Rhaella says kissing the side of her head.
Jon immediately felt dazed, Daenerys sex was wet and he could feel the heat coming from it, she had the same silver hair surrounding it, it smelled good and Jon couldn't help it when he started licking drawing a moan from Daenerys.
Daenerys had never felt anything like this, she had to grip onto Jon's head to stop herself from falling over as he licked between her folds. Meanwhile, Rhaella decided that she should not be neglected and straddled Jon's waist placing his cock at the entrance to her sex and pushing down, feeling Jon's hard cock pierce her made Rhaella moan as well.
Jon didn't feel he would last long, hearing both Targaryen women moan in pleasure while they both pleasured themselves on him was pushing him over the edge. But he wouldn't finish alone, so he started licking Daenerys more aggressively causing her to shake and tremble as her moans got louder, while he did this he thrust his hips upwards to meet Rhaella's strokes almost piercing her womb. The whole room was a symphony of moans.
Jon couldn't hold it anymore and shot his seed into Rhaella's sex, the woman feeling erupting inside her caused her sex to tighten and for her to finish as well, Daenerys was pushed over the edge too as Jon started playing with her nub, hot sweet liquid sprayed out of her as she screamed in pleasure before collapsing to the side of the bed. Rhaella also collapses forward onto Jon's chest and they all just lay there together.
Rhaella felt Jon's cock harden again and smiled, she slapped him on the chest "No more! Save it for the two wives you have out there later on" she said with a laugh getting a groan of frustration from Jon. As she climbs off him getting out of bed, he admires her curvaceous figure but is soon snapped out of his thoughts.
Daenerys pushes his face with her dainty foot "Don't forget me either" she squealed out and started laughing as Jon grabbed her leg and pulled her towards him getting on top of her and pinning her underneath. Daenerys found herself unconsciously spreading her legs for him.
Jon kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth, she wrapped her arms around him as she kissed him back, she ground her sex against him in the hopes he'd slip in. Jon went towards her neck and started to suck and bite on it. Daenerys felt delirious with pleasure, she felt the tip of Jon's cock slip down her sex rubbing her nub. She tended and gripped him as she had an intense orgasm.
"Please, Jon..." She whispered into his ear as she rubbed her wet sex along his cock. Though before they could go any further Jon is hit on the head by Rhaella.
"Later... and when I'm not here" She sighs as she puts on her dress. Both Daenerys and Jon sigh in frustration as he rolls off of her, his cock still standing in the air.
Daenerys regrettably left the bed leaving Jon with feelings of frustration. The girls both got dressed and left the room, he really shouldn't have abstained for such a long time, it's going to take a while to get to the point where he's not feeling clogged up.
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Jon was warming himself up in the courtyard going through different sword forms, practising his strikes and footwork. Even in his lowest times he still made time to train, he couldn't help but think if he had been more skilled then perhaps certain things may never have come to pass.
With sweat pouring down his body, his muscles glistening in the sun, Jon strikes with his sword, the strike is powerful enough to disturb the ground launching sand into the air. That was another thing Jon had trained since he discovered he had it. With his supernatural strength, he found that he could dent a steel-plated armour with his fist. And he was able to cut a tree with one swing of his axe, he could also lift a tree on his shoulder, depending on the size.
He'd try to avoid using his axe and its abilities around these people, they'd probably try and make them give it to his 'brother' or whoever he was. As Jon continued training he didn't realise he was being watched.
Arianne hadn't realised Jon would be training in the courtyard, but she was glad he was. Arianne had a weakness for pretty boys, and Jon was a pretty boy unlike any she'd ever seen. The mix of his Stark and Targaryen features made him a pretty and rugged look that she'd rarely seen. Even with his brother Aegon he only had the pretty features so common in the Valyrian bloodline.
Arianne looked at Jon's naked torso with hunger, she felt herself rubbing her legs together at the thought of Jon taking her, it made her bite her lips. She finally decided to stop being a shadow and to talk to him.
Jon was sweating under the Dornish sun, he was used to the heat of Essos but he still preferred the cold winds of the north, his muscles burned as he practised with his sword.
"You look as if you need this" Jon hears from behind him, he turns and is met with the form of Arianne Martell, she has a pitcher of water in her hands and is offering it to him.
Jon smiles at her and gratefully takes the offering "Thank you, my lady, I was a bit parched" he does feel a bit uncomfortable under the intense gaze of Arianne, she seems to be looking at his face and body, her breathing sounds a bit ragged as well.
"Please call me Arianne, My lady is so boorish," she says with a wave of her hand.
Jon chuckles "Very well Arianne, what brings you here?" Jon asks curiously as he walks over to a nearby bench and sits down with her following close behind.
"Well I thought I'd get to know the man who slew the Demon of the Trident, we shall also be family soon as well I hear," Arianne says with a smile.
Jon raises his eyebrows "Family? You'll be marrying Aegon then?"
Arianne shakes her head, her thick hair dancing around as she does "Your uncle, Viserys"
Jon grimaces "My sincere apologies, no woman should be given such a fate"
Arianne laughs at his jape "It's not so bad, he is handsome though I have my doubts he knows how to treat a maiden"
Jon stifles a laugh at this drawing Arianne's attention "Is that what you are? A fair and delicate maiden" Jon says his eyes filled with mirth.
Arianne shoots him a playful glare "Are you trying to insinuate that I'm not pure as the northern snow?"
Jon smirks at her before putting his hand on her thigh, it was thick and soft, and when he squeezed it she shuddered "That was not a maidens reaction" he whispers in her ear.
Arianne felt her face go red and her core get tight, though she would not allow Jon to get the better of her and prepared to grab his manhood.
"Arianne! I've been looking for you all over the place!" A voice shouts out snapping the two out of their playful engagement.
Turning around they see a tall man with blue eyes a close-cropped beard and brown hair. With him stood another tall man with a clean-shaven face an aquiline nose, high cheekbones, dark purple eyes, and a strong jaw. He had collar-length thick silver hair, divided by a streak of midnight black.
Arianne composed herself stands up, she was just sitting with a topless man and she knew how these two men could get "Daemon, Gerold it's good to see you, I didn't know you came back" she said with a smile.
"Oberyn sent a letter recalling me, Ser Darkstar accompanied me as he was requested to protect the king" Daemon explains, though he frowns when he sees Jon who was so close to Arianne.
Arianne realising Jon had been noticed introduces him "Daemon, Gerold, this is Jon Snow the king's younger brother"
Jon nods his head to the two "Well met"
While he gets a nod in return from Daemon, Gerold just looks at him as if he is barely worth his time.
Daemon looks at Jon with intrigue "I see you're training, mayhaps you could use a sparring partner, I promise to go easy on you" he says with a small smirk. Arianne sighs as she knew he would be like this, ever since she had rejected his marriage proposal he had been bitter and jealous of other men.
Jon though takes it in good spirits and laughs "I appreciate your consideration but I'm just an amateur I doubt I could compare to the likes of you" he says humbly, Arianne has to stifle a laugh as she saw Jon change the wind with a swipe of his sword.
Daemon's smirk is wiped from his face and he frowns a bit "Come now, no need to be afraid of me, I'm sure you wouldn't want to be known as a coward"
Jon though still smiles "I thank you for your concern, but I'm just a Maester swinging around a sword. Surely you don't want a song written for when Ser Daemon Sand beat the humble Master" Arianne had to cover her mouth to hide her smile at this, something that didn't go unnoticed by Daemon.
Daemon feels himself blush in embarrassment, fuelling his rage, though after a few seconds, he gains a malicious smile "I hear you're the one who slew Robert Baratheon?"
Jon looks unsure at where this line of questioning was heading "I am" he states clearly.
Daemon smirks a bit "Something I could've done quite easily, perhaps even without getting Tyene killed" he says with a laugh.
Arianne's eyes widen, Gerold lets put on a low smile. Jon's face is completely neutral and for half a minute no one says anything "Pick up your sword, let's go..." Jon simply says in a calm voice.
He walks into the centre of the courtyard, he sees Arianne reprimanding Daemon as she slaps the back of his head, though he brushes her off and approaches Jon.
Jon stands there staring at him coldly while Daemon stands there with a cocky smirk, he draws his sword and does a few flourishes trying to impress Arianne and the small crowd of servants that had stopped what they were doing to watch.
Daemon let out a fierce yell and charged at Jon, swinging his sword overhead with determination. Observing his opponent with cold resolve, Jon calmly stepped aside, narrowly evading the swing.
Daemon swiftly adjusted his grip, attempting a sideways slash, but Jon swiftly reacted. With a firm grip on Daemon's elbow, Jon deflected the strike, sapping it of its power. A shove from Jon nearly sent Daemon stumbling, but he managed to regain his footing, a smirk on his face. He acknowledged that he would now take Jon more seriously.
Jon's gaze remained icy and focused as he lifted his sword to meet Daemon's renewed assault. He was surprised by Daemon's speed, recognizing his opponent's skill, although he couldn't help but think he still fell short of Jaime Lannister. As Daemon twirled and danced with his sword, striking from different angles, Jon dodged, parried, and blocked each attack with calculated precision.
While acknowledging Daemon's skill, Jon noted that his opponent relied too heavily on flashy and unnecessary movements, which wasted energy and efficiency.
The clash between Jon and Daemon escalated with each strike and parry, their swords ringing out in a fierce symphony. As Daemon attempted a thrust, Jon skillfully parried it with a downward swing of his sword, thwarting the attack. They swiftly transitioned into an overhead strike, their blades clashing with a resounding impact. However, Daemon quickly found himself outmatched as Jon's strength and fury propelled him forward. With a forceful shove, Daemon skidded back, struggling to regain his footing.
Seizing the advantage, Jon unleashed a relentless assault, channelling his anger into his sword swings. Daemon struggled to keep up, his defence faltering under Jon's relentless barrage. In a critical misstep, Daemon thrust his sword too high, leaving himself vulnerable. Jon deftly sidestepped the thrust and seized his opponent's hand, pulling it upward and driving a knee into his stomach. The impact winded Daemon, leaving him vulnerable to Jon's subsequent punch, which echoed throughout the courtyard with a sickening crack.
Maintaining his grip on Daemon's arm, Jon twisted it with brutal force, causing an audible snap as the bone broke. In a relentless display of rage and power, Jon continued to rain down punches upon his adversary, turning his face into a battered mess. Finally, he released his grip, allowing Daemon to fall to the ground, writhing in agony. But Jon's assault was not yet complete.
With a surge of supernatural strength, Jon gripped Daemon's leg and hoisted him into the air, slamming him forcefully into the ground. The impact reverberated, leaving Daemon dazed and disoriented. Jon repeated the brutal motion, lifting him once again and slamming him with tremendous force. With a final act of brute strength, Jon hurled Daemon towards a castle wall, the impact causing cracks to spiderweb across the surface.
The courtyard fell into an eerie silence as Daemon lay battered and broken, his screams of pain mingling with the stunned atmosphere. Jon's gaze remained cold and resolute, his chest heaving with exertion. Jon walks to Daemon gripping him by the hair and drags him to a nearby fountain and lifts him by the air towards his face.
He looks at the broken and barely conscious swordsman "I'm sorry... I suppose you just couldn't keep up with me" he says with cold eyes and no emotion, he then throws him into the fountain face first.
Daemon finds himself struggling to even lift himself out of the fountain, Jon watches coldly as the knight drowns in barely a metre of water. Gerold Dayne who watched the fight without interest huffed, he then walked past Jon to the fountain and grabbed Daemon lifting him so he was on the edge of the fountain before walking off.
Arianne was conflicted, while she didn't like seeing one of her childhood friends being beaten to a pulp, she couldn't say he didn't deserve it, from what she had heard Jon loved Tyene enough to kill the king in his vengeance. She had to admit that she felt a bit of excitement seeing Jon so aptly defeat Daemon who is known as one of the best swordsmen in Dorne.
Arianne steps next to Jon gently putting her hand on his shoulder and giving him a gentle squeeze "Come let's go and get lunch, I'm sure the others are already there" Jon turns to her, he was still feeling the anger and adrenaline from the fight, his muscles were twitching as if they still expected a fight to breakout.
Arianne felt her breath catch in her throat as she felt Jon follow behind her, it felt like a wild animal was stalking her and it made her breath heavier and heavier. Unconsciously she put extra sway in her hips as she walked in front of Jon, her cream-coloured dress hung loosely on her shoulders so that Jon could see her exposed shoulders.
Jon felt himself frustrated, he had been enraged by the Dornish Knight but instead of having a good fight that would burn off his rage, he was left disappointed. It wasn't helped when the Princess of Dorne walked in front of him, her large behind jiggling with every step she took, he was at his limit.
Having had enough Jon walks forward and grabs Arianne by the arm, she lets out a shocked sound at being grabbed so suddenly but doesn't fight it. He takes her into the first room he sees, it seems to be an unused guest room as it is relatively empty and there are no personal items to be found.
Jon pushes Arianne roughly to the wall, her face is flushed and she's breathing heavily "You know what you are doing do you not? Walking in front of me showing off your body" He says gruffly as he puts his hand around her neck getting a small moan in return.
Arianne was positively gushing, she had dreams about a man like Jon treating her this way as if she was nothing more than a toy, her previous lovers never had the balls to treat a Princess of Dorne this way.
Jon had to work off this excess energy somehow, and if she wasn't fighting against him then he took it as a sign it was okay. He turned her around pressing her against the cold stone wall, he rips her dress off watching it pool at her feet. He touched her back tracing her spine towards her extremely large behind, it was so big that even the slightest shift of her body made it ripple, Jon felt his hands sink into it as he grabbed it roughly, kneading it "Pleeeeeeeease Jon" Arianne whined as she shook her rear end in an attempt to grind against him.
Jon took off his breeches and let them fall to his feet, at the moment he wasn't concerned with anyone's pleasure but his own. He aimed the head of his cock to the entrance of her womanhood, then grabbing both hips he thrust in.
"Aaahhhhhhhhh!" Arianne moaned as he thrust his large cock straight into her sex, Jon was large, she'd had large ones before but the ferocity and the animalistic way that Jon thrust into her made it a whole different experience. Jon grabbed her thick dark curly hair and moved it from one of her shoulders, moving close he bit down on her causing her to scream in pleasure and pain, Jon felt satisfied as he felt some of her blood pool in his mouth.
He started thrusting his cock even harder, he couldn't get enough of her warm and wet sex, it seemed to cling to him every time he thrust in and out. Arianne was panting like a bitch in heat, she'd never felt this good before, Jon grabbed her roughly by the air and pulled her head back kissing her on the mouth. After he was done he forced her head towards the stone wall as he went even harder on the small woman.
Arianne felt herself finish one time after another, sometimes twice at once, all she could do was moan as Jon thrust into her. Eventually, he reached his peak and shoved his cock as far up as it could go spraying his seed inside her.
Though Jon wasn't finished with her as he carried her to the bed and lay her down on her back, her legs spread for him automatically, the air was filled with the scent of sex, her womanhood glistened, her dark pubic hair softer from absorbing all of her juices. Jon got onto the bed and grabbed her soft thighs, his hands sunk into them as he lifted them. Her manoeuvred one onto his shoulder and kept his grip on the other. He grabbed his cock and liked it up with her hole, he thrusts forward meeting resistance.
Arianne's eyes widen as she feels his cock start to slip into her rear end, she'd never let anyone take her that way before, she felt the tip go inside and it already felt as if she was going to be ripped apart.
"J-J-Jon w-wait" Arianne tries to say but with a groan, Jon puts the rest of his cock into her arse "Aaaaaahhhhh!" She screams though it's cut off as Jon leans down and kisses her, her eyes water a bit and Jon kisses the tears off her face as he thrusts slowly allowing her to get used to the feeling.
Arianne kisses Jon passionately, her tongue dancing in his mouth, she wraps her arms around Jon, her hands going into his her as she pushes his face closer. Jon moves down her body kissing her neck and then collarbone moving to her large round breasts.
He sucks on her large dark nipples causing her to moan, he times his thrusts with each moan until eventually she doesn't feel much pain and allows Jon to go faster. Jon leans in close kissing her neck as he thrusts into her arse harder and harder, Arianne wraps her legs around Jons's waist as she moans, she likes the feeling of her backside being filled by Jon once she got over the initial pain.
Her arse was tighter than anything he'd ever experienced, it was warm and not as wet as her sex, so he felt the walls of her rear end a lot more. He moved his hand down to Arianne's sex stroking her nub causing her to moan more, eventually, Jon couldn't hold back anymore and with a groan, he shot out his seed into her rear end.
Jon pulled himself out of Arianne lying down next to her, though his cock had not gone down yet. After shaking herself out of her lust-filled haze she realises that Jon isn't done yet and smirks before straddling him and putting his cock into her sex.
For the next few hours, they stayed in that room rutting like wild animals as Jon took out his frustrations on her, though eventually Arianne couldn't handle anymore and passed out so Jon placed a blanket on her and left.
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Jon was sitting in Doran's solar, it was just after supper and they wished for his attendance when it came to planning the expedition. Doran, Aegon and Jon Connington were present.
"We sail to Pentos from here, there we meet with the Golden Company, from there we resupply courtesy of Illyrio and then we make our way towards the bone mountains" Connington explains pointing at a map that was sprawled out on Doran's desk.
Jon who was leaning back in his chair with his legs on the corner of Doran's desk perked up at this "What's the composition of the Golden Company?"
Connington looks at Jon but narrows his eyes a bit "10,000 footmen, 1,000 archers and 500 knights with around two dozen elephants" Aegon answers for him as he looks at Jon.
Jon whistles appreciatively "Impressive, however, we have to cross the Dothraki sea and the hundreds of thousands of Dothraki we may encounter"
Connington grits his teeth "The Golden Company is a professional army trained to high standards, we have armour, we have better weapons and we have elephants"
Jon shrugs "Still seems foolish to meet a Dothraki horde in the open field, I hear some Khals have up to 50,000 Dothraki screamers in their horde"
"It seems like this quest is high risk for little reward" Jon continued.
Aegon clears his throat as he looks at his brother "I don't believe so, if this sword has even a fraction of the abilities that are told in the stories then it will be worth it"
Jon looks at Aegon closely, they don't share many features apart from the eyes, he did feel bad for the lad if he believed himself to be a Targaryen "Aegon... here is some advice that those around you may not be willing to say to your face"
Aegon frowns slightly and Connington looks ready to interrupt "A king's rule is defined by the bodies that lay at his feet, as it is his choices that affect everyone. You are not yet king however you're responsible for the 11,000 people in the Golden Company, I want you to consider whether this quest is worth their lives"
Aegon contemplates for a minute with a frown, Jon takes it as a good sign as it means he cares about people that his choices will affect " I thank you for your council brother, but I believe I'm right in this, people follow symbols more than they do people and it that sword can make me like Arthur Dayne then I believe that is worth more than 10,000 men"
Jon sighs and nods his head, he leans back in his chair not listening to the chatter. Eventually, they seem to be done talking as Jon Connington and Aegon both leave the room.
Jon stays behind and doesn't say anything for a while, Doran seems to be ignoring him as he writes onto parchment seemingly composing a letter "What is your plan, Doran?" Jon says as he breaks the silence
Doran looks up from the parchment his face showing his age "What plan would this be?"
Jon smiles at him as he drops his legs from the table "You are many things, but an idiot is not one of them, I don't believe for one second that they fooled you with their 'Aegon'"
Doran doesn't show any emotion on his face as he looks at Jon "I would recognise my nephew anywhere"
Jon snorts " I suppose it doesn't matter does it? Vengeance is vengeance no matter who carries the blade" he states as he gets up from his chair and leaves Doran's Solar.
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It was nightfall and Jon was walking the streets of Sunspear, he was heading towards the docks it had been a long day and he was going to stay in his ship tonight, while he had plans to spend them with Ygritte and Val his confrontation with Daemon had left him with sour feelings in his heart.
Boarding his ship he heads below deck, to the large metal door that kept his secret within. Unlocking the three locks the door opens and he walks inside.
"It seems you've had an eventful few days" Tyenes voice rings out with a chuckle.
Jon smiling sits down on a chair inside the room "I suppose you could say that" the room is cold, it could be likened to the conditions beyond the wall, something unnatural in a place such as Dorne.
"To think a Blackfyre is going to attempt to take the throne, very exciting is it not," Tyene says with a smile.
"I don't know if he's a Blackfyre or just some random kid with Valyrian features, either way, he can have the throne" Jon says with a shrug.
"By all rights, you are the heir to the Iron Throne, does it not bother you that he will take it from you?" Tyene asks as she stands up pacing around.
"I have more important things that I have to do rather than worry about some cursed chair" Jon says dismissively.
Tyene mischievously smiles when she hears this "Ahh yes the Phoenix Sigil, tell me... you've never believed in magic before what makes you think an artefact of this power exists"
Jon frowns "What other choice do I have? All I can do is believe!" He snaps at her.
Tyene gives him a sad smile as she looks at him "You can move on? You have your family still and you have women who love you"
She walks closer putting a hand on his face though Jon doesn't feel her touch "You've been looking back for so long that I fear you can't see where you are right now"
Jon shakes his head "I won't let you go, not when I still have a chance to bring you back"
Tyene goes to reply but they're both snapped out of their conversation when the door opens. Val stands there, her pale blonde hair hangs loosely down her shoulders, and she wears a blue silk dress that she was gifted by the Dornish that frames her body perfectly.
She walks in and sits on Jon's lap putting her arm around his neck, Jon could feel her soft rear end press into him, and he unconsciously put his arm around her waist "Brienne saw you leave the keep, Ygritte was planning on dragging you back but I thought I could try to convince you first" she said with a smirk.
"Ahhh what fun I would've had with her, look at her body Jon, and think of how you've neglected it for the past few months when it belongs to you," Tyene says from behind them with a smirk.
Jon ignores her and looks into Val's blue eyes "Why have you stayed with me for so long, I can't have been a very good husband"
Val chuckles a bit "No you've not... at first we did our duty as wives, you had stolen us so it was the way things were, but things changed"
Jon raises an eyebrow "How did they change" he asks curiously.
Val leans her head on his shoulder "After we discovered what you were doing for Tyene we looked at you differently, seeing how deeply you loved her and how even now you're doing everything you can to bring her back... you're a good man Jon and a powerful warrior, if you could love us at least a tiny amount of the way you loved her then you'll be worth caring for even in your lowest moments"
Jon felt shocked, he had no idea Val and Ygritte felt this way, he'd thought they mostly followed him out of duty and not out of any kind of love "Jon... if you don't kiss your wife right now I'll haunt you forever" Tyene says with narrowed eyes.
Jon didn't even need to be told, he lifted Val's chin placing a soft kiss on her lips, he finds her shocked reaction amusing as in the entire time they'd travelled he's never initiated any sort of intimacy. Though she quickly overcomes her shock and kisses him back wrapping her arms around him. They kiss slowly and lovingly, Jon stands up from his seat while holding Val in a bridal carry, he takes one last look at Tyene who stands there with a smile on her face before he leaves the room and the door closes.
Carrying her up to his cabin he lays her down on the bed her long hair sprawling around her head, he continues kissing her his tongue gently exploring her mouth as she softly moans. Jon takes the opportunity to pull the dress down her body, her large breasts are exposed to the air, and her dark pink nipples are erect and look enticing Jon stops undressing her as he takes one in his mouth while he palms the other, Val breathes heavily as she grips onto the sheets of the bed, her eyes are closed and she just focuses on the pleasure Jon is giving her.
Eventually, he stops and continues dragging her dress down her body, he peppers kisses down her toned stomach getting a small giggle from her as she felt ticklish there, eventually, he reaches her navel and she lifts her hips to allow Jon to pull the dress further, he feels his cock throb as he sees the forest of honey blonde hair between Val's legs, in the middle of it was her womanhood that already looked as if it was ready for Jon, it dripped with fluids darkening the surrounding hair.
Jon lifted her legs up and finally got her dress off, he threw it to the floor before starting on her footwear, finally, Val was fully naked beneath him, he kissed her foot gently before kissing down her leg, Val's breath hitched in anticipation. He made his way to her toned thighs where he bit gently marking her, his face then went to her core where he prodded her lips with his tongue tasting her, Val shivered at the feelings as pleasure cascaded through her body. She had pleasured herself plenty of times throughout her life but never had she felt anything like this.
Jon continued probing her womanhood with his tongue before he started focusing on her nub "Aaaaahhhhh!" Val whimpers out as her hands find their way to Jon's soft curls gripping them tightly "P-P-Please... Don't stop" she breathes out as her hips thrust upwards into his face. Val finds herself grinding her sex against Jon's face, her pleasure building to levels she never thought were possible.
Jon was enraptured by Val, her smell, her taste, and the way she reacted to the way he pleasured her. He couldn't believe he waited this long for someone so beautiful who had completely dedicated herself to him even though she got nothing in return,
Jon would show that her patience would be well rewarded.
He started increasing the speed of his tongue strokes around her sex "Jon... I-I-I am..." but before she can say anything else Jon slips one finger into her sex "AHHHHHHHH!" She screams out in pleasure as her womanhood contracts around Jon's finger squeezing it, liquid pours out of her as her whole body tensed up, she wraps her legs around his head and pushes his head down as she curls up, her orgasm hit her hard.
After around 10 seconds of constant pleasure, Val lies back down breathing heavily her face red with beads of sweat pouring down her. Jon takes his clothes off joining Val in her nakedness, Val sees the large appendage between Jon's legs and her eyes widen, she'd never had anything larger than a finger down there, sometimes she struggled to fit two, but she had waited long enough for her husband to breed her so she took her legs in her hands and widened them making way for him.
Jon looked at his beautiful wife widening her legs for him and his cock throbbed with anticipation, he leaned forward with one hand around his cock and the other by falls head, he rubs his cock head around the entrance to her sex getting the tip wet, though it does work in also frustrating Val.
"Jon... make me grow heavy with your seed" she whispers in his ear. He thrusts forward slightly stretching the entrance to Val's sex, she had lost her maidenhood years ago as living beyond the wall was a harsh life where you always had to be on the move, so it didn't hurt when he pushed it in. Jon felt pure sexual bliss as Val's tight cunt wrapped around the head of his cock, he could feel it pulsating around it, and it took all of his composure to not do what he did to Arianne and thrust hard inside her.
Val's lips formed a circle as she moaned at the feeling of Jon's cock slowly making its way inside her, she wrapped her arms around his muscular body pulling him in close. Finally, Jon managed to get his whole cock inside her, she felt so full but it was not an uncomfortable feeling it felt amazing.
Jon looks Val in the eyes "It may take some time... but I promise you that one day I will fall in love with you and shall love you from that day to the end of my days" he says softly, Val the battle-hardened warrior from the free folk felt her eyes water at his words. She kissed him on the lips her tongue slipping into his mouth, he withdrew his cock before pushing it back into her warm and tight sex, and the smell of her fluids permeated the air as Jon's cock forced more and more of them out, she wrapped her legs around his waist as they kissed.
Val stops kissing him and goes to his ear "I'm not one of your southern ladies who will break at the slightest touch... so stop fucking me like I'm made of glass" She whispers as she nips his ear. Jon smirks before he starts thrusting his cock inside her faster than he previously did, her large breasts swayed up and down as Jon's cock went in and out of her. She moaned in bliss at being taken faster her arms spread out on the bed and she gripped the blankets.
"More...More...Mooore!" Val said as Jon started thrusting inside her as hard as she could, he started feeling that he was about to reach his limit, and his balls bubbled as they prepared to release inside of the wildling.
"I'm... about to burst Val" Jon breathed out as he thrust inside her, their breaths mingling with each other as he cupped her face.
Val opens her eyes looking at him as she gives him a beautiful smile, she wraps herself tightly around him forcing his cock even further in "Make my belly swell... Give me a child... Breed your wife"
Jon lost it at her last words as he held onto her tightly shooting load after load of his seed into Val who seemed to have finished as well as her cunt contracting around his cock as if it was milking him of all the seed he had. After around 7 shots of seed going straight into her womb, Jon pulled out of her and lay next to her but not before dragging her into a hug.
Val chuckles drawing Jon's attention from basking in his post-sexual bliss "What is it?" Jon asks, she lifts her head off his chest looking at him"
"I was just thinking how Ygritte will act tomorrow when she realises you fucked me and not her" She says with a smirk making Jon go pale.
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"No! I refuse! You must be one crazy fucker if you think I'd do that" Jon said as he slammed his hands down on Doran's desk.
Doran however wasn't phased by the outburst as he sits in his chair with no visible reaction "The queen is hosting a tournament and feast, she has commanded all the lords of the realm to come and swear fealty to Joffrey. She's requested Heirs and children be brought to find a suitable wife for him"
"I don't understand how this is my problem" Jon stated bluntly.
"Because you beat Daemon Sand to within an inch of his life, Oberyn will be going in my stead, his daughters will guard him and Daemon was to guard Arianne, you created this situation for yourself" Doran simply states.
"You plan to wed Arianne to Viserys do you not? Why attend this event at all" Jon asks with a glare as he sits back down.
"All the Great Lords plan to attend, if Dorne stays quiet suspicion will be drawn onto us, Cersei is paranoid and will watch us closely making any thoughts of rebellion harder" Doran explains.
"You haven't forgotten that Oberyn wants to kill me?" Jon states
"I have not, but I've spoken with him, he won't kill you if it means a chance of losing our revenge on the Lannisters. Without you Aegon may never find his sword" Doran continues.
"But if that does not give you peace of mind remember that he will not kill you until he recovers Tyenes body" Doran states.
Jon sighs "What about the expedition? Are Aegon and the rest not leaving soon?"
Doran nods his head as he points to the map on the table "You'll sail directly to Pentos after the swearing of the oaths and you'll catch up with the Golden company. travelling with so few people it should be easy to catch them before they make it into the Dothraki sea"
Jon rubs his head in frustration before nodding his head, he wasn't happy about it but he knew he had gone too far in the spar against Daemon and that this was a minor punishment that could've easily been worse.
He just hopes he can avoid any problems in Kings Landing.
(AN: Anyway this chapter would've gone on for ages if I kept writing so I'm ending it here and will write about Kings Landing and the Dothraki in the next chapter. I kinda think there was a bit too much smut in it but after he fucked Rhaella I couldn't just neglect the other girls, realistically that would never happen. Anyway stay tuned for shit popping off next chapter)