Specter watched as the wall was being set up, first, it has a long way to go, Specter has the Builders set metal Spikes up at the base of the wall to make it Defendable as the Spikes will also be on fire. 

And then having to make even more Dragon Ice to continue work, Specter and Blaze had been learning how to make their magic becomes even stronger together and made progress Specter found how to control flames and it helped speed the Making Dragon Ice faster as he can defend the mana against the Flame mana, Blase was able to make his flames stop attacking Mana so quickly and able to mix the two manas together even better. 

With all that, a few days passed and Sino, Anne, and Five returned back. Specter is meeting them.

Welcome back, but it seems you have to lots to tell. (Specter)

The White Walkers are a hard enemy to fight! (Five)

They learn fast! (Anne)

We arrived and started setting up, once finished they arrived, we held out against them for a few days before they started using the ice to reflect the Lasers back, it took time but they got the Shields to reflect back, we kept moving around and after we lasted for another few days they launched an ice ball into the sky that covered the sky into an ice trap, if we where inside we would have been trapped and unable to leave. The bombs inside the Sentinels went off and destroyed everything inside, we got chased by an Avalanche and barely got away, we are now back. (Sino)

You done well, even better than anyone else that can go and do the job here, go get some rest, and you have given us all a few days extra thanks to you for all your hard work. (Specter)

I need a drink. (Five)

A true bed sounds amazing! (Anne)

Sleep does sound grate. (Sino)

Let's have a sleepover! (Anne)

Okay! (Sino)

As they all ran off, Specter is still waiting for the Mother of Dragons and its a long wait.

****************

Nothing happened for the full day, the next morning Specter was woken up by a Guard.

Sir, lady Daenerys has arrived, there is an army with her and three huge dragons. (Guard) 

Specter woke up right away, stood up got cleaned up, left, following the guard, Sino also came out and walked over to Specter.

Passing another Guard, Specter stopped and spoke to the guard first.

Go get Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister they need to go to the Castle black and wait for me there.

Yes, Sir! (Guard)

Specter, the Guard, and Sino continue walking, Sino spoke as we walked.

I got news the one you been waiting for help finally arrived, hope you can get what you need to be done, finished. (Sino)

Hope so also, if her dragons can learn how to use Mana from Blaze even if he is younger, I will need to show Daenerys how to use Mana and even a few others also for the two other dragons. (Specter)

Getting outside and hit by the morning cold snow, woke Specter and Sino up even more.

Feels colder today. (Sino)

The closer the White walkers the colder it gets. (Specter)

We are not ready, we need to prepare fast or it will be too late. (Sino)

Red was able to capture a couple of Zombie White Walker and the guards sent them to the other holds yet to join the fight the others should be joining soon. (Specter)

I have done more behind the scenes things as you kept the White walkers back, red sent over more troops everything is moving along the war to come is going to be fast and if we do it right it will be over and we will win. (Specter)

What is the plan? (Sino)

Hold the attack back and find the Night king when he is found flatten the ground everywhere on him like a hell on earth attack and make sure to kill him when he dies they all die. (Specter)

The army was too big and they were just mindless zombies as they attacked them, but then they stopped and started using Ice Magic to make walls and even deflect the lasers back. (Sino)

That was the Night King taking command and telling them to use ice. (Specter)

Looking up and seeing three dragons flying and the middle one has Daenerys on the back as she flew to the wall Specter and Sino was shocked at the size they are big. When they landed in the wall it shook under them, Daenerys got off.

Welcome to the Cold North. (Specter)

Are you Lord Specter? (Daenerys)

That is me, you must be Daenerys. (Specter)

Follow me. (Specter)

Daenerys Dragons took to the sky and started flying around, she followed Specter as Sino joined, Specter spoke as they walk to the Central Castle Black.

Do you know about mana? (Specter)

It's what mages use to create magic. (Daenerys)

Yes, do you know how to use it? (Specter)

No. (Daenerys)

I need to show you how, and your dragons need to be shown how to control their Mana in their flames. (Specter)

Why do you need the Dragons? (Daenerys)

To help make Dragon Ice, and to do that we need dragons and people to mix Mana together inside the water and it freezes making Dragon Ice. (Specter)

What is this dragon Ice? (Daenerys)

With Blazes help we created it, First, it was me trying to repair the wall that we damaged, but when I found out mana is what helps hold the Ice together and defend against the white walkers I wanted to mix Mana of a Dragon with it and see how that would work, failed a few times but Blaze learned fast and was able to control his flames like a master. We created Dragon Ice with Dragon and Human Mana Mixed, it will make Ice that can not be melted by Dragon and will absorb any and all heat and keep the Ice protected from melting.  (Specter)

You bring up this Blaze? Just who is this Blaze? (Daenerys)

My dragon, he is so cute just want to give him head pats all day long. (Specter)

What! (Daenerys)

Yes? (Specter)

How do you have a dragon! That can't be dragons are not to be tamed by people! (Daenerys)

You make it seems your the only one Dragons will let you touch them? (Specter)

Arriving at Castle Black, taking the elevator down it's even faster and not needing someone to do it, a few moments they arrived at the bottom of the elevator.

Wow. Feels like me on my dragon when landing. (Daenerys)

We are going down after all. (Specter)

The elevator did not take long to get to the bottom when getting out and entering an open Cort yard with lots of space people walking around do look at Daenerys with odd faces some don't know who she is and ignore her, some know but also ignore her, and last the ones that know her and also don't like her And give her cold looks.

Clear the Cort yard! (Specter)

Everyone looked to Specter and seeing its Specter they all left as they leave the elevator is going back up.

I guess its time to call each other's dragons its time we start this. (Specter)

I have not told you what I want. (Daenerys)

Want something? I already know, you would not come all the way here if you did not want something, let me guess? The Throne? (Specter)

No, I don't want the Throne. (Daenerys)

Not Surprising, who wants to be king? Or Queen? Its a pain everyone wants something, everyone wants the magical Position and rule over everyone, everyone wants to have all the riches they want and buy everything. (Specter)

So what is it you want, Gold? Food? (Specter)

You really would give the Throne up? (Daenerys)

Yes, I am not going to be here forever, no we are not going to be here forever, so why not take it it will be better. And you can even have the thing you request. (Specter)

Why do you not want to be king? (Daenerys)

So tiring! But really we will be gone so someone needs to take the position and you with Tyrion helping you will have it easier than you expect. (Specter)

Just like that, you are giving me the throne that I have been making an army to fight for. (Daenerys)

Sure am, but lets talk later we need to get started every second is wasted on not making Dragon Ice. (Specter)

Specter pulled a Small wooden whistle out and blew, it was quiet can't even hear it at all. Daenerys also called her dragons, as the Dragons fly over they meet and looking at one another, the three dragons feel something from Blaze that makes them want to bow to him like their king, but they resisted, as For Blaze he just looked at the new Dragons as new fun to join him.

Blaze even though was born a few weeks later, he is still only that of a small dragon, Daenerys dragons are huge and powerful that can carry people when the four dragons landed the Elevator opened and Jon Snow and Tyrion walked out stunned.

Have we arrived at the Land of the Dragons? (Tyrion)

Huge! (Jon)

Now that everyone is here. (Specter)

Specter petting Blaze, Specter spoke again as he continues petting Blaze.

Blaze here will be showing your Three Dragons, and I will be showing you how to control mana and even learn it. (Specter)

But I need to also show it to Jon Snow here and Tyrion as they both need to help make Dragon Ice. (Specter)

What are you talking about? (Jon Snow)

Also confused. (Tyrion)

You two! (Specter)

Yes! (Jon Snow)

Yes. (Tyrion)

Go and touch the dragons. (Specter)

What! (Jon Snow)

You are joking, right? (Tyrion)

They will get killed. (Daenerys)

That makes me less likely to go touch a dragon. (Jon Snow)

Specter rolled his eyes and Spoke.

You will and you will not get hurt, just do this the fast the sooner we will get to learning Mana now go. (Specter)

Specter said nothing and waited, Jon and Tyrion looked at one another, and at the three dragons, Daenerys walked over to Specter and spoke.

What are you doing? They will get killed if they do this. (Daenerys)

Nope. (Specter)

Just watch and learn. (Specter)

Sino also confused and don't know what is actually going on just wait for what is to come. Jon and Tyrion looked at Specter and Daenerys and seeing them just return the look, they walked up to the Dragons one step after the next as they get closer the dragons, they all look at Jon and Tyrion that makes them freeze in place.

I don't think this is a good idea. (Daenerys)

Now let start mana connection. (Specter)

Specter touched Daenerys on her shoulder and Mana flowed in the Mana moved through her and made her feel cooler than before.

This is mana now feel it, tell it to command at you will from the inside. (Specter)

Make the Mana go to your hands and command it to make a flame. (Specter)

Going that the Mana moved and at the hands of Daenerys, she moved her hands and controlled the mana into a flame and that is what was made, it was a blue flame, Specters is just Purple. Blazes are White as the Snow, The three Dragons have Normal red yellow Flames.

When Daenerys was able to understand how the Mana worked, Jon and Tyrion were able to touch the Dragons.

How! (Daenerys)

Seeing her dragons getting Touched by two others not her she was shocked.

A team was sent to rescue a Military Officer when they got attacked and ended up killed, or supposably...

this will have many movies, Games, Animes, Ect. it will get Overpowered quickly but will try to prolong that for as long as I can. (no magic worlds? may change) 

Starting World Halo Universe.

Gracing the nubile dark-skinned former slave with a tender smile, Jon nods his head. He can see just how important this is to her, and truth be told, he's not sure he could possibly resist at this point. He's allowed the Dragon within his heart to make itself heard far too many times by this point. He IS the Dragon, and he can never escape that fact. In the end, all he can try to do is temper his conqueror's instincts.
 
"Of course, Missandei. Please, approach. And Dany… you stay as well."
 
His pregnant khaleesi blinks at this, as if surprised. Did she truly think that he wanted her to bring him other women to pleasure him on their lonesome while she was pregnant? Jon knew she had insecurities about her looks and worries that her current state would turn him off, but honestly…
 
After a moment, Daenerys smiles and bows her head, slipping her own dress off and moving over to him as well. The bath Jon is sat in is a large one. Perhaps even the largest in all of Astapor, in fact. Jon had simply asked to be directed to a good solid bath, and yet, he'd been brought here, to what might as well be an entire bath-room.
 
It had been comfortable, to be fair. The water felt incredibly good on his skin. As Daenerys and this new woman, Missandei, step down, he watches as both of them go a little wide-eyed at the feel of the water on THEIR skin as well. Their beautiful bodies are soon glistening as they step deeper and deeper into the temperate bathwater, until they're up to their waists in it.
 
Jon beckons Dany to his side and his pregnant wife comes to him, allowing him to pull her into the crook of his arm. He leans in to her and nuzzles her hair, breathing in her scent for a moment before murmuring into her ear.
 
"Will you help me with her, Dany? Help prepare her for me, won't you?"
 
It's a mark of how good a woman his beautiful khaleesi is that she doesn't get offended or anything like that. After all, asking a khaleesi to help prepare a servant girl for sex? Shouldn't it be the other way around, really? Hell, shouldn't Missandei be preparing HIM in some way? But no, Jon can tell that this new woman, this dark-skinned beauty… she is unsure of herself.
 
She knows she wants him, he can tell that much, and she knows she owes him everything. It's made her arousal and her desire to be of use to him and his incredibly obvious. But at the same time… has she ever even had sex before?
 
Nodding her head in agreement with his words, Daenerys pulls away from his side and wades through the bath, back to where Missandei is standing still, clearly uncertain what to do next without any orders. As his pregnant Queen slips into place behind Missandei, their skin colors in stark contrast, Jon pulls himself up a bit further out of the water, seating himself on the top step just before the rim of the bath itself.
 
This in fact brings his cock into focus, as the upper half of his erection tips up out of the water as a result, standing up straight and bouncing a little in the buoyancy provided by the liquid he's partially submerged in. Jon doesn't fail to notice how Missandei's eyes focus on it, even as Daenerys' hands dance over her newest handmaiden's body expertly, playing her like a fiddle.
 
"Do you like what you see, Missandei? Your Khal's big… fat… cock?"
 
He really had turned his darling khaleesi into quite the minx, hadn't he? Though in all fairness, it was Bellegere who had turned him into the insatiable man-slut HE was. Still, Missandei jerkily nods in response to Dany's query, her dark smoky eyes never leaving his bobbing cock. Reaching up, Jon takes hold of his member and begins to stroke it pointedly, even as he gives her a soft smile.
 
Slavery was never okay. And Jon had seen a lot of it since arriving on Essos. It didn't make him happy any time he saw it, but from the skittish way Missandei was wiggling in Daenerys' hands, it was so very obvious that this young woman had been treated rather poorly. Oh sure, her body was blemish free from what he could see, meaning that whatever they'd done to her had done no permanent damage… but Jon knew, as much as it pained him to admit it, just how many ways there were to hurt someone without leaving a scar.
 
The fact of the matter was, skin as dark as Missandei's was not common in even Essos, from what Jon knew. It certainly wasn't common in Westeros. Which meant that Dany's new handmaiden had likely been taken from far away, perhaps even oceans away. She'd been stolen from her home and made into a slave, more than likely. And that was wrong. It was more than wrong, it was horrible.
 
Which was why Jon would do his best to be as gentle with her as possible. It was no less than the young woman deserved after all she'd been through. By offering herself to him as she did, she'd ultimately sealed her fate. His was the blood of Valyria, and apparently that damnable blood was insatiably tied to conquest, both personal and general in nature.
 
But he could at the very least introduce her to the concept of being his woman… carefully. Which was why Daenerys was currently the one playing with Missandei, touching her gorgeous dark breasts, running hands across her glistening dark stomach, dipping her fingers beneath the surface of the bath in order to play betwixt Missandei's thighs.
 
"Do you want to get a closer look, Missandei? Do you want to see your Khal closer?"
 
"Y-Yes, Khaleesi…"
 
Slowly, the two gorgeous, starkly contrasted women come closer and closer, wading through the bath to get to him. Jon watches them come; his own grey eyes dark with lust as Missandei slowly kneels on the step just below the one he's sat on. This leaves her not quite eye level with his cock, but instead closer to chest-level, her beautiful supple breasts each capped with a rock hard black nipple at this point.
 
Daenerys stands behind her, running her hands through Missandei's gorgeous exotic hair.
 
"Go on then. Show your Khal your appreciation."
 
Blushing, but nevertheless eager for all that she's also nervous, Missandei reaches out and takes hold of his cock with both hands. After a moment of stroking, she decides to wrap her breasts around his member instead. Doing so causes Jon to groan as her dark-skinned chest rubs oh so softly at his pale white cock.
 
"D-Do you like that, Khal of Khals? Do you like my breasts, w-wrapped around your member? Please… allow this lowly slave to please you."
 
Daenerys is quick to step in there, not quite tugging on Missandei's hair, but certainly drawing her attention as she leaned down.
 
"Not a slave, Missandei. Not anymore. You're my handmaiden now. Though if you ever want to be anything else, you need only tell us, and we will make the proper arrangements."
 
Missandei's eyes flick up to meet his finally at hearing that, and Jon makes sure to give her his most encouraging smile and nod to make it abundantly clear that he agrees with Daenerys, one hundred percent. Seeing this, the former slave flushes, the faintest of smiles dancing across her lips and enhancing her exotic beauty even further as she hesitates for a moment before speaking up.
 
"I… I can speak nineteen languages, khaleesi, Khal of Khals. My previous Master, Kraznys mo Nakloz, used me as an interpreter more often than not."
 
That gets some raised eyebrows from both Jon and Daenerys as they share a look over the gorgeous dark-skinned young woman's head. Missandei, not daring to look up after speaking so brazenly, spends the ensuing moments of silence continuing to slide her slippery, soft breasts up and down his cock. Eventually, Jon gets past his surprise and speaks up, though his voice is quite husky and deep with arousal at this point.
 
"If it is your wish, Missandei, I would be glad to have you at my side in such a role. Eventually, Dany and I will return to Westeros, our homeland… but I honestly have no idea when that will be, or what sort of path we'll take to get there. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated."
 
The hesitant but dazzling smile that Missandei gives him in response to that positive affirmation near-breaks his heart.
 
"I would like that very much, Khal of Khals."
 
If he could have his way, he would just have her call him Jon. But at the end of the day, standards had to be met. She was not his wife, Daenerys was. As Dany's handmaiden and his potential interpreter, it was appropriate that Missandei remain at least somewhat subservient to both of them. Even if they were all three getting quite… intimate at this point.
 
Seemingly unable to take it any longer, Daenerys abruptly tugs on Missandei's hair, causing the dark-skinned former slave to yelp as she's brought back to her feet, off of her knees. Spinning her around, his pregnant khaleesi proceeds to give Missandei a deep, thoroughly nonplatonic kiss on the lips. Though he can't see it, he can certainly hear the way his pregnant queen all but sticks her tongue down her newest handmaidens' throat.
 
Meanwhile, his eyes remain affixed on Missandei's back profile. Once again, she is blemish free, not a single ounce of scarring, which fills Jon with some measure of relief. Her ass, meanwhile, is oh so very shapely, perfectly heart-shaped in fact, her hips curving out beautifully. And all of it with that dark, exotic skin.
 
As intently as Jon is staring at Missandei's ass, he's all too ready when Daenerys abruptly pushes the other woman back into his lap. His masculine hands dart out and grab hold of her securely by the sides, and he pulls her back into him, onto his lap… and specifically onto his cock as Daenerys pushes her down. Trapped between what was effectively royalty to her, Missandei just whimpers as she squirms upon Jon's cock. His cockhead presses against her slippery folds, and slowly but surely, she sinks down onto his hard length.
 
Meanwhile, Daenerys is leaning forward, still kissing Missandei, her hands on the other woman's breasts now, molding them, molesting them, kneading them to her heart's content. Stuck between Jon and Dany, all that the dark-skinned young woman can do is take the pleasure being thrust upon her, her moans captured by Daenerys' lips even as her pussy clenches and squeezes down energetically around his cock.
 
What follows is a slow-paced lovemaking, of sorts. Jon never even thrusts up with his hips. In the end, it's a sensual undulating atop his cock as Daenerys helps Missandei ride him, gyrating her hips back and forth on his member. His hands slide up and down her sides and hips, sometimes giving her gorgeous bountiful buttocks a good squeeze before moving on.
 
Missandei rides him to more than one moaning orgasm as Daenerys swallows up her cries, until finally Jon simply can't take it anymore and lets himself loose, his cock milked of his release deep within her cunt.
 
As he fills her with his seed, Daenerys pulls back and stares Missandei in the eye.
 
"Do you feel that Missandei? That's the seed of a dragon. Of your savior. Would you bear the Khal of Khals' child as I do, given the chance?"
 
Missandei doesn't even have to think about it. She nods her head up and down rapidly, moaning all the while as she gives Daenerys her answer.
 
"Y-Yes, Yes, Yes! A t-thousand times yes!"
 
Well, that settled that, Jon supposed. When Daenerys gives him a look from around Missandei's head, complete with a foxlike grin, Jon just chuckles softly and shakes his head back at her. Not in disapproval though, and he knows she can see that. He might be exasperated, but he's amused more than anything. And if Dany wants him to knock up as many women as possible for whatever reason, Jon can go along with it. The dragon in him certainly like the idea, that's for sure.
 
Regardless, Missandei slumps into Daenerys' arms as they finish up. Even though it hadn't been nearly as fast paced or rough as Jon usually went, the exotic dark-skinned young woman is completely exhausted, strangely enough. It makes it feel like he made the right decision, keeping Dany with them and engaging in a gentle three-way rather than conquering Missandei in a one on one session.
 
Leaning back in the bath, Jon allows Daenerys to gather her new handmaiden up, watching as the two of them leave the tub and towel off before dressing. As he watches them go however, only most of his focus is on their gorgeous bodies, now covered up once more. The rest of his focus is on the future.
 
Slaver's Bay was his, though calling it Slaver's Bay was probably an inaccuracy at this point. They would have to name it something else, now that Astapor, Meereen, and Yunkai bowed to him. And yet, once again Jon found himself at a crossroads. Because… his heart told him that it was time to return to Westeros. But his soul, his dragon blood… it whispered to him that he wasn't done in Essos quite yet.
 
What else was there to do, really? End slavery all across the continent? A fool's errand for anyone else, but for the Khal of Khals, the prophesized Stallion Who Mounts the World, it was a distinct possibility. The amount of power Jon had at his back, especially after taking Slaver's Bay… was considerable. It was just a matter of what the hell he was supposed to do with it all, really.

Featuring a Jon Snow with more dragon blood in him than canon. Not quite mad, but certainly carrying himself with more confidence and royal composure than one would expect, this so-called bastard can't help but draw the eyes of women, both noble and not, everywhere he goes.


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A Romantic fanfiction based on the series Game Of Thrones. This story is about the romance between Jon and Daenerys. Two of the most beloved characters in the franchise. except, with my own twist. A story where Daenerys doesn't die.

Daenerys hanya seorang penulis novel yang gajiannya saja tidak tetap dan tidak mampu mencukupi biaya kebutuhan hidupnya yang selalu membengkak. 

Selain menulis, Daenerys juga sering membaca novel. Genre kesukaannya adalah fantasi apalagi dengan tema time travel. Dia tidak mempercayai time travel tetapi saat melihat dengan mata kepalanya sendiri mau tak mau Daenerys percaya.

Kalau kalian pikir Daenerys yang mengalaminya tentu bukan! Bukan Daenerys yang datang dari masa depan ke masa lalu seperti kebanyakan novel yang ia baca tetapi seorang laki-laki yang sialnya tampan berambut putih panjang dengan sorot mata yang tajam. Tebak apa yang laki-laki itu lakukan kini? Menghunuskan pedangnya kearah Daenerys! Mati sajalah aku.

(Takes place during season seven and season eight. ) 


Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen is on her way to Westeros in order to take back the Iron Throne. But before she does her Council told her that she must gain the trust and loyalty and love of the people in the north, before claiming the Iron Throne. 


So Daenerys and her Council and her armies travel to the north to help them fight against the Wight Walkers. And helps the Starks fight against the Wight Walkers and the Night King as winter is coming. 


As the Starks the Warden's of the North and the last Targaryen become closer companions. They now fight together to defeat the Lannisters and claim the Iron Throne.

If Daenerys wants to take back her thrones she'll need all the allies she can get. Even if it means teaming up with death herself.

Game of Thrones Fanfiction continues from where the show left off, where Daenerys Targaryen's body is being carried away.

No Harem

I don't know when I'll write more.

-Don't Read This! You will likely regret it.
Don't read this if you're looking for something good, this is below-average ideas, written by a below-average writer that many find hard to understand from lack of clarity. The characters are terrible, the ideas are terrible, the pacing is terrible
- This will be a place where I post ideas, short or long depending on how I feel about a particular one.
- (NSFW) There will likely be plenty of lemon scenes.

A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones Fanfiction

A simple twist of fate. When impending famine threatens one of the northern houses, Ned Stark's honor and duty compel him to wade right in the middle of it. Taking Jon with him, the two journey to Pentos, where their paths cross with a young Daenerys Targaryen. Sparks fly and destiny is fulfilled, an entire story of Ice and Fire rewritten. JonxDany starting in Season 1.

Originally written by Longclaw1_6 at FF.net 
(h t t p s : / / w w w . f a n f i c t i o n . n e t / u / 5 4 1 0 6 8 2 / - This is him!!)

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Stepping up to the entrance of the tent that he's confined Daenerys too since they left Pentos, Jon nods to the two Dothraki standing guard there and they nod back, stepping aside. They weren't there to keep Daenerys in, from what Jon had seen of her, the Targaryen woman didn't have a single fighting bone in her entire body. She was much like his sister Sansa in that way, entirely woman, all noble lady with all the demure and submissive attitude that came with it.
 
No, the guards were there in case her brother or Ser Jorah finally figured out where she was and tried to break her out. Whether or not two Dothraki would be a match for a Westerosi Knight or not was up for debate, but at the very least Jon had wanted to believe that they would be able to raise an alarm, allowing for him to act swiftly to stop any kidnapping attempts.
 
Now though, that probably wasn't going to be an issue. With Viserys dead, Jorah might try to make a break for it with or without Daenerys, but Jon would simply have him watched. If he tried to abscond with Jon's aunt, then there would be hell to pay. Putting that out of his mind for the time being, Jon steps into the tent.
 
Daenerys is laying on her side facing away from him when he enters, but Jon isn't trying to be quiet, and when she hears his boots scuffing against the ground, she looks back over her shoulder to see who it is. Upon making eye contact with him, the truly beautiful young woman immediately moves from lying down to sitting up, kneeling upon her bed and keeping her gaze down and submissive as her hands clutch at her dress in her lap.
 
Slowly, Jon approaches her, considering how best to start things off. In the end, while it might not be the best idea, he decides to go with the truth. Perhaps this will make things more difficult in the long run, but he's not going to hold anything back when it comes to Daenerys Targaryen. Not if she's to be his khaleesi.
 
"Your brother is dead."
 
Daenerys stiffens for a moment, but doesn't move otherwise, keeping her head down, her gaze averted, even as he comes to a stop in front of her, looming over her kneeling form.
 
"… H-How did he die?"
 
Her words, when they do finally come, are soft and quiet and altogether demure… the perfect tone for a noblewoman, for a princess to take with the conquering barbarian that holds her captive. Once again, Jon considers lying or withholding information, but once again he decides that honesty is the best policy. She'll find out one way or another from Jorah if he allows the disgraced knight to stick around, after all.
 
"He drew his sword and attempted to run me through… I was forced to kill him in self-defense."
 
Another pregnant pause as Daenerys digests this information, her silver-blonde hair still dominating his view of her as she keeps her gaze in her lap.
 
"… I see."
 
Frowning at the distinct lack of sorrow or even horror in her tone, Jon drops to one knee while bringing a gloved hand up under Daenerys' delicate chin, lifting her head so that he can look her in the eye. He's expecting at least the beginning of tears, but her gaze isn't even watery. In fact, Daenerys Targaryen's face is almost entirely devoid of emotion. Though, he does see a miniscule hint of gear in those beautiful violet eyes of hers.
 
"No tears for your brother?"
 
A small sardonic smile graces her face at that, not reaching her eyes.
 
"It would seem he woke the dragon… your grace."
 
Jon leans back a bit, even as his eyebrows lift upon his forehead. It takes him a moment to properly comprehend what Daenerys means, but when his thoughts finally settle, he understands.
 
"You can feel it then, can't you? Just like Bellegere could… but probably even more so."
 
Daenerys bites her lower lip for a moment, more emotion filling her visage by the moment. It's becoming increasingly obvious that she was trying to put on a brave face, trying to remain emotionless… but also that while she's clearly well-practiced at being the demure, quiet young lady, it's hard for her to remain so in his presence. She can feel him, just like Bellegere could. Calling her to, demanding her submission.
 
It leaves him wondering if Viserys felt the same thing. Was it possible that was what prompted his mad uncle's attack on him, in the end? If there was a voice telling Viserys to submit, telling him to bow before the superior dragon… Jon could see how that might incense the Beggar King to attack instead, despite all signs pointing to Viserys being somewhat cowardly.
 
With his fingers still propping up Daenerys' chin, Jon doesn't wait for the beautiful silver-haired woman to formulate a response. He leans forward and kisses the last Targaryen woman right on the lips then and there, taking her mouth with his own, half-dominating her tongue with his tongue and half-teasing her, toying with her, simply enjoying exploring her mouth.
 
She lets him do so, of course, submitting completely and utterly from the very beginning. But there's also a bit of… detachment to her that Jon finds not to his liking. She's used to being kissed and touched… too used to it even. Jon can't help but feel glad that he killed Viserys when he did, even as he does his best to coax the woman out of the shell he finds before him.
 
Moving his hands downwards, he takes the hem of Daenerys' dress from her, and slowly pulls the garment up over her head. She doesn't resist, the kneeling Targaryen woman allowing him to strip her down, kneeling there before him on the bed completely naked. She truly does have a spectacular body, Jon has to admit as he takes her in, observing her blemish free, perfectly pristine form.
 
"Lay back."
 
Daenerys does as she's told, laying back on the bed, and Jon moves into position over her. He kisses her again, keeping one hand in her hair for a moment as his tongue explores her mouth, while his other hand begins to explore her body. Here is where Jon gets his first reaction, his caressing of her soft flesh provoking hitches in Daenerys' breathing, as well as soft gasps.
 
But even here, her reactions are muted. Just what had Viserys done to her? How much had Jon's uncle hurt his aunt? Daenerys' quip comes back to mind, about Viserys 'awaking the dragon'. It didn't sound like her own line when she said it, it sounded as if she was repeating what someone else frequently said, words she heard constantly, as if she was almost mocking them, though Daenerys didn't seem to truly have a mocking bone in her body.
 
Regardless, intent on coaxing the woman out of the girl, Jon slips the hand he has on her body down to betwixt her thighs. Daenerys' violet eyes widen at this, even as he begins to slick her lower lips with his digits, running his fingers back and forth across her slit. Had Viserys never gone this far before? Jon could imagine him refraining from sullying his sister's virtue too early.
 
As much as the Targaryens tended to marry in-house so to speak, there was no denying that Daenerys was Viserys' most valuable bargaining chip. That was obvious, given the fact that he'd tried to sell her off to a Dothraki Khal for an army to retake Westeros. Now, Jon found himself in charge of that very same army, going east rather than west. It was a strange turn of events to say the least, strange indeed… but for now, he would focus on the task at hand.
 
Disengaging from her mouth as well, Jon slides his lips and tongue down off of Daenerys' face and across her upper chest, before eventually coming to a stop at one of her beautifully pale, perfectly sculpted breasts. He closes his lips over her tit and swirls his tongue around the little nipple capping the breast off, leaving her to moan now that her lips are no longer obstructed by his.
 
Smiling slightly, Jon keeps up the offensive, finally managing to draw some reaction from his khaleesi. Daenerys, submissive and demure Daenerys Targaryen, squirms and whimpers and mewls beneath him, even as her face grows redder and redder in the face of his efforts. His fingers delve betwixt her pussy lips, and the Targaryen woman cries out, her back arching and her chest pushing into his mouth as her entire body quakes.
 
It's not quite an orgasm, he doesn't think… but it's a sign that he can certainly draw one out of her, given a bit more time. So, that's exactly what Jon sets out to do, continuing to finger Daenerys, continuing to suckle at her breasts one after the other. All the while, his dark eyes remain fixed on her face, even as she in turn stares down at him with wide eyes of her own, her lips parted, her chest heaving up into his mouth with every panting breath.
 
She's staring at him in abject disbelief, even as she swims in pleasure, her glazed eyes all but confirming how good he's making her feel. Jon can only imagine that Viserys' treatment of her, whatever form that took, did not leave Daenerys very excited about the prospect of sex. It was Jon's job to show her how enjoyable a tumble in the furs could be.
 
It doesn't take much longer before Daenerys Targaryen, his khaleesi, his wife he supposed… reaches climax. It's an explosive orgasm to be sure, her pussy juices coating his fingers liberally as she squirts all over them, her entire body shaking and spasming. He covers her mouth at the last moment with his free hand in order to muffle her ecstatic squealing, and even as she screams into his palm, Jon is watching her with a smile.
 
She's ready now, he's fairly certain. Ready for the next part. When Daenerys is done cumming, Jon pulls his digits out of her cunt and his hand away from her mouth. She lays there under him, red-faced, panting heavily, and flushed with arousal and need and contentment as well. She thinks she's satisfied, but Jon is far from finished with her.
 
Standing up, he begins to undress before her. He enjoys the way her violet eyes feast upon every fiber of his being as he does so, her gaze staying on him as he exposes his muscular torso and then his long legs and thick cock. As his member, already quite erect, springs free of its confines, Daenerys' eyes focus on it, a mixture of trepidation and anticipation filling her gaze.
 
But there's no true fear left in her, nor does she look away. Instead, to her credit, the beautiful young woman spreads her legs apart for him, laying back and offering herself up to him as her breasts, slick and wet and reddened by his attentions, heave up and down from her panting. Jon just chuckles, kneeling back down on the bed once he's as naked as she is.
 
Grabbing her by her hips, Jon flips Daenerys onto her front, drawing an 'ooh!' from the Targaryen woman, even as he pulls her hips back so that she's brought onto her hands and knees. Leaning over her, his breath ghosting across the nape of her neck, Jon speaks in a gentle tone, even as he places his cockhead against her lower lips, rubbing his thick member up along her dripping wet slit.
 
"The Dothraki will expect a mounting. This is how Drogo would have taken you that day, if I hadn't stopped him. I'm their Khal now, I suppose… and you're my khaleesi. I've done all I could to prepare you, so it won't hurt… are you ready, Dany?"
 
The pet name seems to almost send a jolt through Daenerys' system. Her back arches and she lets out a bit of a mewling purr beneath him. Jon knows in that moment that he has her, a wide smile spreading across his face.
 
"Y-yes… I'm ready…"
 
And truly, she is. He could have taken her like this from the start, but it would have hurt her and might have even been uncomfortable for him. Jon had yet to fuck a woman that wasn't wet, but he'd heard of chafing and the like. Regardless, as he thrusts forward and claims Daenerys Targaryen's virginity right then and there, their foreplay, his taking the time to coax out some form of Daenerys that would enjoy this… it pays off.
 
She's nice and wet as he claims her as his own, and his cock slides in deep, even as it tears her hymen. Daenerys lets out a quiet little yelp, but it's followed up with loud wanton moans as Jon begins to fuck her like a Khal fucks his khaleesi, mounting her and plowing her from behind with deep, rough thrusting. Daenerys is more than wet enough that the experience is not the painful one it could have been. Her moaning soon turns to cries, but they're cries of ecstasy and pleasure, not of agony or pain.
 
Jon doesn't bother trying to silence her this time around. He lets Dany sing as he fucks her from behind to his heart's content, as he finally claims her as his khaleesi. And sing she does, moans and squeals and screams reverberating through the space and likely out of the tent, filling the entire area. No one will disturb them, but Jon is very much aware that everyone around them is hearing the two of them going at it right now. It's about as private as one can get in the middle of a camped khalasar, he figures… which means its still a very public fucking, to be sure.
 
Still, needs must, and Daenerys needs to be fucked and claimed as his khaleesi before they reach Vaes Dothrak, lest the crones there try to kill her, or claim her for themselves. Of course, it's not all about practically. The last female Targaryen truly is a beauty, and Jon can't deny that he enjoys every bit of mounting her and fucking her as hard as he can. Dany does as well, if the multiple orgasms she reaches before he finally cums are any indication.
 
When he does finally fill her with his seed, Daenerys groans beneath him in abject ecstasy, shuddering through one last climax before slumping forward onto her front, her back arched and her ass high in the air, mostly due to him holding her tightly by the hips. Pulling out of her once he's fully creampied her womb, Jon grunts as he falls to the bed beside her, laying on his back and basking in the afterglow.
 
To her credit, Daenerys recovers from the mounting quickly, and to his surprise, her first act upon leveraging herself back onto her hands and knees, is to lean over him and initiate a kiss all on her lonesome. Her own kiss is more tender and explorative than anything else, but Jon enjoys it all the same, letting her tongue past between his lips for a few moments before she pulls back.
 
"I…"
 
Carefully, Daenerys climbs off the bed. Jon watches her go, not all that worried at this point. She's not trying to escape or anything like that, they both know walking out of this tent right now, naked and freshly fucked as she is, would not end well for her. Instead, Daenerys goes and grabs a chest from the pile of gifts that people had given her at her wedding to Drogo. Jon had let her keep them all, hoping that they would at least help her stave off boredom as the journey east began.
 
Dragging the chest over by one of it's handles, Daenerys brings it to the edge of the bed and kneels beside it. Sitting up, Jon raises a brow at his khaleesi, only for her to simply flip open the lid in response. Nestled within are three petrified Dragon Eggs. Now, Jon remembered them from the wedding. It was the Magister from Pentos who had gifted them to Dany.
 
But at the time, he really hadn't paid them much mind. His blood had already been roaring in his ears as it was, and his focus had been on Drogo and getting Daenerys out of the savage's clutches. Now though… he couldn't say whether it was because of proximity or maybe something to do with them having just consummated their relationship, but he can't take his eyes off of the dragon eggs.
 
Something is thrumming within him. Something is telling him that these aren't as dead as one might think. Something is telling him that he could do more with these eggs, and judging by the look on Daenerys' face, she's feeling it too, or at least some of what he's feeling, given she felt pressured to present them to him.
 
The only thing was… did he want to give into this urge? He felt like he was being guided, directed even. Did he want to allow such guidance to control him, to allow himself to be directed down whatever path this was? Or no, was he going to reject this… thing and step back. He was his own man, wasn't he? Should he really be allowing some unseen force to push him in one direction or the other?

Featuring a Jon Snow with more dragon blood in him than canon. Not quite mad, but certainly carrying himself with more confidence and royal composure than one would expect, he can't help but draw the eyes of women, both noble and not, everywhere he goes. 
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