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The Tales of the White Wolf and his Queens Chapter 13
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Rhaenys did not know how things had turned out this way, a few hours ago she had arrived north of the trident to meet with the King of Winter to discuss the terms of his surrender or his execution if he was too foolish and decided to fight them. But nothing had gone as they had planned. For the first time, the three Targaryen conquerors had been outsmarted, defeated and split apart. Now she rode on the back of the horse of the man who had defeated them, tied by the hands while he covered her with his huge presence, signaling that she was now his prisoner. Though at least she didn't have it as bad as her sister Visenya, who didn't have the privilege of being on a horse, instead she was being forced to walk while being pulled by a rope that was tied to Jon Stark's horse.
But she was still her sister and a Queen, Rhaenys did not like that she was being treated that way, prisoner or not, she deserved better.
"Why is my sister being forced to walk as if she were a mere slave. She is a Valyrian Queen, you do know that, don't you?"
"She brought it on herself by trying that little trick after our duel was concluded. There are consequences for the actions one takes. You do know that, don't you?" Jon returned the same question to her, bringing a cute, disgruntled expression on the Targaryen princess, chuckling at that he added. “Besides, by my usual standards, I think I'm being rather merciful to her.”
“So, I'm supposed to be thanking you for treating my sister in such a manner?” Rhaenys replies sarcastically. To which he says.
"As a matter of fact, yes. You should be thanking me that she still has both hands after trying to stab me in the back."
Rhaenys lets out a loud snort before returning her gaze to the front, but her attention shifts again when she hears Meraxes let out a loud roar as she flew over very close to them. Before seeing or hearing her beautiful dragon brought excitement and a smile to her face, now it only brought sadness and resignation.
Now she was no longer her dragon. How on earth had all this happened?
Still angry, but also curious. She can't help but ask the man.
"How did you do it? What kind of magic did you use to steal my dragon away from me?"
"It's called ‘Warging’, just as those who possess Valyrian blood inherit the ability to become dragon riders, only those who possess the blood of the first men can inherit the ability to become Wargs. This allows the user to enter the mind of the animals, see through their eyes, smell what they smell, feel what they feel and if the Warg is powerful enough, control the animal. I must admit that never before had anyone tried it on a dragon, when I entered his mind, I thought I was going to die for a second, but fortunately thanks to you, I was able to do it. I never thanked you by the way."
“What do you mean?” Rhaenys murmured confused by his words.
"If it wasn't for the feeling of attraction you felt towards me, which was transmitted to your dragon, he would never have submitted to me. That's why I was able to enter his mind and come out alive, the other two dragons were not so affectionate with me. So, just so you know, this was all possible because of you."
"You're lying, that's not possible. I would never allow you to take Meraxes away from me." She muttered, unable to believe the man's words.
"Say what you want, but my victory is evidence of it, I could never have done it without you. But don't feel so guilty, you're not the first woman to fall for my charms and you definitely won't be the last."
Jon tells her amusedly to which the Targaryen woman smacks him before shouting humiliatingly at him. “Shut up.” Before hiding her face in shame and guilt, but quickly pulling herself together, this time she looks at him with anger and hatred before asking him. "What if I kill you? Would my dragon be free again?"
Smiling, Jon answers her.
"It's not as simple as that, you see, there are many benefits to being a Warg. One of them is the power to have a second life. Let's say you were to kill me, my consciousness would not fade away like everyone else's, but it would move to the creature with whom I share a connection, in this instance, that would be your dragon. Technically, when I die, I would live a second life as Meraxes, it would certainly be an interesting experience."
Rhaenys didn't know how, but despite being enemies and the fact that she hated him right now, she could see that he was being truthful. Something that was very much in keeping with the Northern way. But what she didn't know was that even though Jon was being sincere, he wasn't telling her the whole truth. For although it was true that he could live inside the mind of the beast after he died. It was also true that it would slowly begin to fade until only the animal remained and once that happened, the Targaryen princess could regain control of her dragon.
But that was something she didn't need to know.
"And now that we are your prisoners. What do you plan to do with us?" Rhaenys asked her after several minutes of silence.
"To be honest I didn't plan for my scheme to go as well as it did. I thought in the best-case scenario I would control the larger dragon and manage to agree to some sort of armistice with your brother. Taking one of you as a prisoner was more of a last-minute thing. I couldn't resist once I laid eyes on you, but I never really expected that I would end up taking you both. Again, it was all thanks to you two, your sister's bravery or rather stupidity in thinking she could defeat me made it all possible."
“My sister is one of the finest warriors I have ever seen.” Rhaenys told him indignantly, defending her sister's skill with the sword.
"Then you haven't seen many warriors, besting her was no challenge at all. Really you Targaryen seem to have a very altered perception of reality, but I suppose that's one of the disadvantages of flying over the world instead of walking on it. I bet things can look pretty easy and small from up there, can't they?"
Jon said mockingly and condescendingly to the princess, which provoked her anger and she just kept quiet. But Jon really thought about her question and this time gave her an honest answer.
"I'll probably end up sending your sister back to the South. Maybe having one of her sisters might keep your brother happy enough and thus avoid any future conflict. You may think anything of me, but unlike any ruler of the South, my duty as King and Stark is to protect my people."
“That's very noble of you.” Rhaenys replies sarcastically to him before adding. "But Aegon will not be happy if only Visenya returns. He'll want me back too."
Using the grip, he had on her with his arm, he pulled her even tighter to him and leaning over her ear whispered.
"That won't happen, I defeated him, I robbed you. You are completely mine now. I may not know what to do with your sister, but I'm certain what I'm going to do with you. I will take you north and take you as my wife, you will give me strong, magical children. Imagine how incredible they would be, a perfect combination of beauty and strength, they would inherit the blood of the First Men and of the Old Valyria, they will have the ability to Warg and the ability to be dragon riders. I always thought I was destined to conquer Westeros, but fate has brought you to me and now I know that our children will be the ones to conquer the world."
When he finished his speech, Rhaenys had a look that bordered on amusement and incredulity, telling him.
"No doubt you dream big, I give you that, but you are insane if you really think I'm going to let you turn me into a brood mare whose only duty is to spread her legs when you wish. I am a Queen; my throne is on the back of my dragon and I do not lay with lesser men. If you think of forcing yourself on me have no doubt I will kick, bite and hit you, I will never stop fighting."
Jon looks at her slightly impressed before telling her.
"I don't plan on raping you, you're too beautiful to treat in such a nasty way. And besides, I personally think that ruins all the fun. I plan on winning your heart in a fair and honest way."
Rhaenys can't help but laugh derisively at that statement, telling him.
“You really expect me to love you after you've taken away what I love most in this world and put me in chains?”
“You're not in chains.” Jon tells her to which the Targaryen princess quickly responds by saying.
"Then I'm free to go? If I get off this horse right now, I can go to my dragon and be free to fly wherever I want? As I was able to do before?"
"Were you able to do it before? You were free to be able to go wherever you wanted to go without having to tell your brother?"
“Yes.” She answers quickly.
"So, it was your decision to marry him? Do you really love him?" Jon asks to which this time the princess hesitates in her answer.
"I am a Targaryen, and Aegon is my brother, and the rider of the greatest and most powerful dragon in the world. Our children would carry our bloodline and family name, it never crossed my mind that there could be a better man than him."
"I'm really going to teach our children to fend for themselves without their dragons or else they'll end up like poor Uncle Aegon. One day a stranger came and took his wife from him and he couldn't fight back." Jon couldn't help but say with a laugh.
“Do not mock my brother!” Rhaenys shouted indignantly.
"I can't believe you'd defend him after all that's happened. Can't you see it? He abandoned you; he abandoned you both. You say he is a great man for riding the most powerful dragon in the world, but he was afraid to face me when the odds were even. Your sister though foolishly, at least had the courage to raise her sword and face me on equal terms." Hugging her deeply with both arms, he finished by whispering to her. "If it had been me, I would not have hesitated to risk my armies, my crown and my life for you, because you are worth it. But your brother decided not to risk any of that in exchange for keeping his crown. He simply walked away and left you here, with me."
“He would return, he would not abandon me.” Rhaenys said weakly, hesitant at her own words.
“Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't.” Jon told her before finally changing the subject, the seed of doubt and resentment towards his brother had already been placed in her mind. "Besides, I don't plan on keeping my wife as a prisoner, I'll let you be free, you can ride your dragon whenever you want and go anywhere in the world you wish, just like you were able to before. The only condition is that you promise me you will always come back, you are free to do so now if you want." Even to prove his point, Jon stopped his horse and it only took a few seconds for Rhaenys to hear her dragon roar and see Meraxes land near where they had stopped. "You may even visit your brother if you wish, but if you choose to stay with him, I assure you I will not come looking for you. After all, I would still have a spare Targaryen princess left, probably the children she gives me will be as good as yours. But in exchange for staying with your brother, you will never see or ride your dragon ever again. And if one of you ever sets foot in the north again, there will be war. Plus, the fact that I'll probably have to make your sister my prisoner and have to force myself on her. It wouldn't be ideal, but I'm convinced that unlike you, she would need a much tougher hand, but I'm sure I could make it work in the long run. So, what do you say princess. Do you want to go for a ride? Do you wish to leave forever and give up being a dragon rider or will you stay? The choice is yours."
Rhaenys was really tempted to run to Meraxes, but not even to return to Aegon, she just wanted to fly as far as possible and hopefully that would break the bond between her dragon and this man. But deep down she knew it would be in vain, she couldn't run from this and she couldn't abandon her sister either, not after she had been the only one who had tried to save her. So, resigning herself to her future, she leaned back against Jon and lying on his chest she said.
“I'll stay, but I want you to stop torturing my sister.”
Jon looks at her contentedly, hiding the small smile before telling her.
“As you wish.”
Drawing his dagger, he cuts the rope with which he was pulling the other Targaryen, causing her to fall exhaustedly to her knees. Indicating to one of his men to carry her to one of the carriages.
“Thank you.” Rhaenys murmurs and Jon keeps her hugged against him before continuing on their way home.
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Rhaenys finally got a glimpse of the Stark castle, Winterfell. At first glance it didn't look as beautiful as the whitish castle of Highgarden or as impressive as Casterly Rock, but she could definitely feel some magic coming off of it. It was made of hard black stones; The Walls and towers were high. In a way it reminded her quite a bit of Dragonstone.
Thinking of her ancestral home made her nostalgic at the thought of whether she would ever return home. Though as Jon had said earlier, this was likely to be her new home. What there was no doubt about was how the people of this place seemed to worship him as if he were some sort of God, especially when he stood next to her. Displaying her as if she were some sort of trophy, a proof of his triumph over the foreign conqueror. His king had returned victorious and had gained a very precious war booty, one as beautiful as she. And no doubt Jon seemed very proud of himself to be able to display it before all. Although it was to be expected, he had possibly never held a woman as beautiful and perfect as her in his arms before.
That was the only reason why Aegon or this man was not willing to give her up and even start wars over her. Honestly at this point, Rhaenys' only concern was getting her dragon back, soaring the skies atop her dragon was where she truly belonged, not beside this man or Aegon. So, she would do what she had to do to get back there, no matter if she had to betray her brother or give her body to this brutish Northerner.
When they finally rode through the gates of Winterfell, a small group of people were already waiting for them. Dismounting from his horse first, Jon helped her off the horse, unsurprisingly taking the opportunity to grope her. Laying his hands on her thighs and bottom, giving her a deep squeeze before finally setting her down on the ground. Rhaenys looked at him with indignation for daring to grope her so publicly and brazenly. But he only gave her an amused smile, not at all sorry for his actions.
But she didn't have time to be angry with him as a strong gust of northern wind quickly blew through her, freezing her to the bone. She hadn't realized how much Jon's huge presence had been sheltering her and now fully exposed to the weather, she felt herself shivering and shaking. But she absolutely refused to seek him out for warmth, there was no way she was going to willingly embrace him in front of so many people.
Realizing that his southern princess could not withstand the northern weather, Jon took off his cloak and draped it over her shoulders. Rhaenys said nothing to him, but gave him a grateful glance over her shoulders before clinging to and covering herself completely with the huge cloak. The cloak was too large and heavy for her, but it provided warmth. Which was what mattered most to her and she also noticed that its scent was not at all unpleasant.
"Congratulations, Your Grace, not only did you repel the foreign threat. It seems you also managed to capture some prisoners. What do you plan to do with the Targaryen women?" One of the Lords present asked Jon, but before he had a chance to answer, a small commotion erupted behind them.
Visenya attacked the men who were trying to help her down from the chariot. Kicking the one who opened the door for her before she got out and tried to fight the others, managing to hit two more before one held her from behind. Rhaenys was outraged at this and wanted to run at them to try to stop them from hurting her sister, but was stopped by Jon. She tried to struggle against his grip, but stopped when he said.
“Calm down, they won't do her any harm.”
She stopped and turned her gaze to her sister at the same moment she saw her headbutt the man holding her from behind, managing to break free from his grip. But again, she was stopped when Jon's wolf sneaked up behind her, knocking her to the ground. This time the wolf lay calmly on top of her, its enormous weight more than enough to keep her from moving. Visenya cursed, and tried to continue struggling, but in vain. Deciding to leave her there until she calmed down, Jon turned back to the Lords and replied.
“I plan to use them as leverage to protect the north and prevent the Targaryen King from ever setting foot in the north again.”
Another Lord steps forward and takes the opportunity to say.
"If Your Grace will allow me, I would like to take one of the prisoners. I promise to take proper care of her and I think it would be best to have them separated and not in one place."
But looking almost murderously at the man, Jon responds quickly and flatly to such a suggestion.
"No! They will both stay here in Winterfell, with me. And not only that, I plan to make Princess Rhaenys my wife."
That was when Lord Karstark stepped forward to say indignantly.
"You cannot, as King of Winter your duty is to take a Northern woman, not one of these foreign women. What do they know of our ways? Our gods or our people?"
Stepping forward, Jon says menacingly to him.
“Are you trying to tell me what I can and cannot do, my lord?”
Noticing his mistake, Lord Karstark quickly steps back and says nervously.
"No, of course not, your Grace. I merely wanted to point out that never before has a Winter King taken a Southern woman as his wife."
"Nor had one succeeded in capturing a dragon before. I think there's nothing wrong with setting new customs."
That's when Lord Bolton stepped forward to say in a soft, venomous voice.
"Does your Grace also plan to adopt the customs of the Targaryen’s? Perhaps you also plan to have your children marry each other, as the Targaryen’s would?"
Rhaenys did not know the man, but she already hated him. He had insulted her directly and the ways of her family. Ignorant that the reason the Valyrian intermarried between siblings was to protect the purity in their blood and breed dragon riders. Unexpectedly Jon walked towards the man without saying a word, as he stood in front of him. That's when he hit him so hard that he knocked him to the ground, the man writhed in pain and bleeding. Jon turned to the rest of the Lords and asked them.
“Anyone else have anything you want to say?”
They all took a step back and simply bowed their heads to their King, Rhaenys had to admit she found this slightly impressive.
He definitely acted like a dragon. Perhaps that was why she felt drawn to him.
An older man than the rest was the one who stepped forward. But it was only the Maester, handing him an urgent letter before telling him.
"From The Wall, your Grace. The Lord Commander is very insistent and indicated I should deliver it to you as soon as you return."
Nodding, Jon took the letter and read its contents. Finished he handed the letter back to the maester before turning to her and saying.
“Would you like to take a ride?”
“Where to?” Rhaenys asked as she followed close behind him, but before they could walk back out to the castle's outskirts. Jon stopped in front of her sister and knelt down before telling her.
“Would you be a dear and behave yourself until I return?”
Her sister's only response was to spit at his feet. Jon only smiled at this and turning this time to his wolf, he stroked his head before saying to him.
“Stay close to her.”
Turning to Visenya for the last time, this time he warned her in a serious and cold voice.
"If you even think of calling your dragon while I'm not here, Ghost won't hesitate to rip your head off. Believe it or not, he seems to like you. So don't force him to have to kill you, will you?"
As he said that, the giant wolf licked Visenya's face, causing her to grimace in disgust and indignation and causing Rhaenys to let out an amused laugh. Jon turned to the men who had been beaten by the warrior princess and ordered them.
"Settle Princess Visenya in my chambers, make sure she has every possible comfort. And I don't want to see any scratches on her, or you will pay for it with your lives."
The men swallowed heavily before turning their gaze on the unruly princess. Visenya smiled mischievously at them before Ghost rested his head on top of hers, making her disown again muttering.
“I swear I'll turn you into a coat.”
The wolf only yawned tiredly at her threats before settling back down. Apparently, he found the warrior princess quite warm and soft.
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Rhaenys accompanied Jon to the outskirts of the castle. It was there that Meraxes descended upon them again before Jon indicated.
“Come on, get on.”
She didn't hesitate and climbed onto her dragon's saddle with an elegance and agility that only an experienced dragon rider possessed. But this time, a huge presence nestled behind her, reminding her that she was not alone. Unlike her, Jon awkwardly climbed onto Meraxes and took up most of the space, making her feel very squashed in her seat, as it was not designed for two people. So, the two of them were very close, closer than they were when they were on horseback.
"Come on, Targaryen. Show me how to ride a dragon." Jon whispers in her ear, to which she more than happy to be back on Meraxes she asks.
“Where are we going?”
"To The Wall, so just fly north. You'll know when we get there."
During their journey Rhaenys could not believe that the temperature could drop even lower, the further north they went, the colder it got. So much so that she was sure she would have frozen to death had it not been for Jon, who had taken her cloak back, but now covered them both with it. And sure enough, he also took the opportunity to grope her, this time venturing beneath her robes. Rhaenys told herself that she only allowed it because of how warm his hands felt on her cold body. It definitely had nothing to do with how good his huge, calloused hands felt on her delicate, soft skin.
“Make us land.” She hears him say, but distracted by the pleasurable feeling of his hands she couldn't hear him at all and mumbles a confused.
“What?”
Laughing amusedly, he tells her again.
"We're already here. Have us land outside Castle Black."
Embarrassed at having been carried away at only the feel of his hands on her body. Rhaenys only nods wordlessly and commands Meraxes to descend.
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"Of all the damned things I expected to see today. A bloody dragon was not one of them." The Lord Commander said to him as he greeted them at the gates of Castle Black.
It was the first time she had visited The Wall, it was certainly an impressive structure, no doubt something like it had to have been built with magic. Though apart from The Wall, there was nothing else that was to her liking or interest. Jon had told her a few things about The Wall during their trip, like how half of the cadets were criminals, murderers or rapists who had been sent here and forced to serve a life sentence. That explained all the looks she was getting, she clutched Jon's cloak with her fingers and followed him closely.
When they arrived at the Lord Commander's solar, she sat off to the side and let the two men talk. She caught a few things like a ‘possible wildling assault’ or ‘King beyond The Wall’, but none of that was really of interest to her. Or at least until she heard Jon tell the man that he planned to ride her dragon to war and deal with the threat. Outraged at the thought that Jon planned to use her dragon without her consent, she stood up and shouted angrily at him.
“Meraxes is not yours to use at your pleasure.”
Both men looked at her, with the Lord Commander turning to Jon to see what his reaction was. But he simply ignored her and stood up before stretching out his hand and telling him.
“I will take care of the situation personally, Lord Commander.”
More than happily, the man shook his hand and said.
“Thank the gods for that.”
Walking over to her, he took her by the arm and led them outside.
“Let me go.” Rhaenys whined as she tried to wiggle out of his grip. “How dare you use my dragon as if it were your pet.”
"In case you've forgotten, ‘your dragon’ is still under my command. So, he's going to obey me, whether you like it or not." Jon told her harshly, silencing her complaints. “I plan to fly him into battle tomorrow and with his help I'll be able to repel the wildling attack.”
“Do you really need a dragon to defeat an army of wildlings fighting with sticks and spears?” Rhaenys asked him condescendingly.
"I dare you to fight them without your dragon, it would be fun to see how you do. They may have no training or armor, but I assure you they are very hard to kill. But with the help of Meraxes I can take them down with relative ease. And that decision is final, so I don't want to argue about it anymore." Jon snapped back at her before also letting her know. "Also, since the wildlings can attack at night. We'll have to stay here until tomorrow."
“What?!” Rhaenys shouted in outrage. "You can't seriously suggest we stay here? I'm freezing to death."
“That was not a suggestion.” Jon shot back, his tone again indicating he would not discuss this with her, but at least he was compassionate enough to comfort her by telling her. "And if it's the cold you're worried about, don't worry. I'll be sure to keep you warm enough."
“Don't think I'm going to sleep with you.” Rhaenys said quickly.
"Again, you speak as if it's a suggestion, we're going to share a room. Not only because of the cold, but also because I don't trust these men and believe it or not. As much as I am the King of the North, I have no real authority over the Night's Watch, these are not my men. So, there's no way I'm going to leave you on your own."
Without having to say more, Jon stepped forward, leaving the conversation at an end. Rhaenys continued to complain and try to fight him, but all her complaints fell on deaf ears.
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Jon finished removing the heavy garments before finally settling into bed, it was definitely much colder here than Winterfell, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Though he couldn't say the same for his companion who still refused to join him and remained in a corner of the room, hugging herself. Climbing into bed and slipping under the sheets, Jon said amusedly to the Targaryen princess.
“You are more than free to sleep on the floor if you wish.”
“If you had the manners and courtesy of a proper Knight, you would do that and leave the bed to me.” She shouted back, to which he only laughed before replying.
"Unfortunately for you, I'm no Knight, that's some Southern bullshit. Up here in the north, you have to learn to stay warm or you'll die. So, will you come with me and get warm or would you rather keep freezing over there?"
Without much choice and really not being able to stand the cold of this horrible place anymore. Rhaenys quickly approached him and climbed even more quickly onto the bed, but not before warning him.
“I'll kill you if you hug me.”
Amusedly, Jon thought to himself.
Let's see how long she'll hold that thought.
Even though Rhaenys covered herself with the thick furs, the cold seemed to penetrate through them, her body shivering and it didn't seem like it would stop. What was worse was that next to her, Jon seemed completely calm and cozy, he even looked as if he had already fallen asleep. Rhaenys could not believe that he could actually sleep shirtless in this weather. Unable to resist any longer, she stealthily began to move closer to him, until she lay down beside him. Feeling the embracing warmth his body seemed to give off, she practically clung to him. Hugging him with both arms and resting her face against his warm chest.
“Take off your shirt.” Rhaenys flinched as she heard him say in a husky voice, closing her voice and feeling both embarrassed and annoyed she answered him.
“Why would I do that.”
"If you really want to get warm, skin to skin contact is far better. Trust me."
For some strange reason Rhaenys believed him and only broke away from him to remove her shirt. Leaving her with only the small clothes that barely covered her large breasts. She quickly embraced him again, discovering that he was actually right, this way she felt much better. And the feeling only got better when Jon turned his body towards her and wrapped her protectively in his arms.
She had never felt so comfortable and warm. And she hated that it was the fact that only he could make her feel this way.
Feeling his chest quiver, indicating that he was laughing at her, Rhaenys hid her face in embarrassment as she heard him say.
"You're so cute, like a pretty winter bunny. You don't know how much I can't wait to sink my teeth into you."
Rhaenys' next action left both Jon and herself surprised, she didn't know why she did it. Whether she was looking for more warmth, was really attracted to him, or just wanted him to shut the hell up. But what she was sure of was that kissing Jon Stark was not unpleasant at all.
It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen; he was as aggressive as she expected. And she opened her mouth without a second thought, letting his tongue slip between her lips. As she pressed her tongue with his, she felt his hands begin to slowly slide down her back. Starting from her shoulders, he moved them down until they stopped just above the curve of her ass.
Suddenly, Jon easily shifted her position again, this time leaving her on top of him. His thigh was between her legs, pressing against her mound, which made her inhale sharply through her nose. Her nipples hardened and pushed through the thin fabric of her brassiere; she could feel them rubbing against the hard muscles of his chest.
After a few more moments, Rhaenys gasped and pulled her lips away from his. As she gasped, Jon traced a line of kisses from her jaw to the side of her neck, where he gently sucked on her pulse point. At the same time, his hand pressed against her lower back, forcing her mound to press hard against his thigh. Rhaenys bit her lower lip hard and tilted her head back, both to give him better access to her neck and to stifle the moan that threatened to escape
Fuck, this is so fucking hot. She felt so hot.
After kissing her jaw, Jon claimed her lips again. This time, she couldn't hold back and moaned into his mouth. As if her body had a mind of its own, her hips jerked, rubbing against his thigh. A strong blush tinged her cheeks, and this time it wasn't because of the cold, but because she realized how wet her breeches felt against her skin. Fortunately, the brutish Stark couldn't feel that through his pants.
As he continued to caress her back, she noticed his hands sinking a little deeper each time. Rhaenys knew what was coming, but still she gasped slightly as his hands squeezed her bottom, his huge hands massaging and playing with her round, smooth ass. After a few seconds, Jon pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, his hands still on her ass.
Rhaenys rolled her eyes and averted her gaze as she noticed the smug smile on Jon's face. Still very flushed and embarrassed, she said defensively.
“Wipe that stupid grin off your face, don't think this is more than it actually is.”
“And what is this, actually?” Jon asked her with amusement. To which the princess only responded by saying.
“I'm just using you for warmth, nothing more.”
Unable to contain his laughter, Jon told her.
"Well, if that's so. Then you wouldn't mind if we continued?"
Again, evading his gaze, Rhaenys replied softly and trying to sound disinterested.
“Do as you wish.”
That was all Jon needed to hear before he moved her again to his liking, this time positioning himself on top of her. Quickly beginning to undress her, removing her pants and only leaving her in her underwear, Jon wrapped his hands around her soft, toned thighs before pulling them apart, leaving her completely exposed for him. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the front of her damp breeches, inhaling the scent of her arousal. Rhaenys moaned, bending her legs and back to try to rub against his face, but his hands held her in place.
Letting go of one of her legs, he grabbed the small piece of clothing and ripped it off with ease, tearing the delicate fabric. Grabbing her leg again, Jon stared at her mound, her pretty pink folds glistening with her arousal. Looking down at her, Rhaenys gasped with anticipation, her muscles flexing with eagerness. He grinned at her before diving forward, his lips sealed around her clit.
“Fuck!” Rhaenys cried out, her head thrown back as her hands reached for a grip.
Jon attacked her clit aggressively, his tongue lashing the throbbing nub. Rhaenys grabbed two handfuls of her curly hair, desperately pushing it forward as she rocked her hips as much as she could. Ignoring the pain in her scalp, Jon quickly brought her to climax. Looking down at her from between her legs, he noted with an air of smugness the expression of excitement on her face. Seeing this Valyrian princess, a dragon rider, so powerful and haughty lose herself completely in the pleasure he was giving her made him feel incredibly powerful.
“Jon!” She moaned his name for the first time, and most certainly, not the last.
With his hands tugging painfully at his hair, Rhaenys climaxed hard. A gush of arousal bathed his thick beard as he crushed his tongue against her clitoris, rippling it wildly. She spasmed and writhed on the bed, head tilted back as she let out a long, shuddering moan. Gasping, she moved from pulling his head forward to pushing it away. Pulling away, Jon released her legs and wiped his beard with the back of his arm with a grin. Rhaenys closed her legs and groaned, looking up at him with a narrowed gaze.
“That felt so much better than I thought it would.” She moaned.
Jon arched his eyebrow in surprise.
“No one's ever licked you there before?” he asked.
Rhaenys shook her head before telling him.
“Not that way, not by a man.”
Shaking his head amusedly, Jon crawled forward, kissing her body. Reaching her face and looking into those violet eyes, he could see how desperate she was for his touch. Gently caressing her cheeks, he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. Rhaenys moaned into his mouth, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. Jerking her hips against the huge bulge his rigid length formed in his pants. She pulled back and rocked her hips forward, eliciting a long moan from her lips. Pulling away from her, he looked at her smilingly before saying.
“I'm glad you liked it, because I'm not done with you yet.”
Smiling at her, Jon untied the laces of his pants and let them drop, finally matching Rhaenys' nakedness and pulling out his erect cock. The princess's eyes widened like saucers, reflecting the shock and awe she felt at the sight of his massive cock. Staring at it in fascination, she reached out and tentatively wrapped her hand around it, though due to its thickness, she was unable to close her fingers. Watching her as she gently stroked his swollen length in a state of near trance, he asked her with amusement.
“First time touching a cock?”
Nodding softly, she murmured in an almost awed tone.
"Are they supposed to be this big?"
“No, but I'm way above average.” He told her very grinningly.
Finally, he took his cock out of her hands before settling between her legs. Rhaenys watched in awe as he placed his gigantic cock on her stomach, the tip seemed to even surpass the point of her navel.
How is that thing even going to get inside me. She thought with fear, but also with a lot of excitement.
Pointing the swollen head against her tiny entrance, Jon slowly pushed forward, driving inch by inch of his huge cock into her. Rhaenys let out a gasp and threw her head back, clinging with a white-knuckled grip to the bedclothes until she finally felt him bottom out. Lowering her gaze back down to where they were connected, she lowered one hand to his navel. She swore she could feel him pushing against her uterus.
Leaning on his muscular arms beside her head, Jon leaned over her. Kissing from her shoulders to her neck and down to her lips. Where he kissed her passionately with his cock still buried deep inside her.
As he kissed her, Jon slowly pulled his hips back until only the head of his cock rested between her comfortable lips. Pausing there for a moment as Rhaenys writhed beneath him, bucking her hips upward, desperate to be filled by his cock again. Suddenly, he slammed his hips forward, thrusting his entire length into her all the way down. She pulled her lips away from his, tilting her head back to scream loudly in pleasure as her walls tightened around his shaft. Again and again, he slowly pulled back and then thrust his cock into her. Sometimes he would pause to rub her clit and sometimes he would stroke her quickly before returning to a slower pace.
Rhaenys writhed beneath him, her violet eyes practically glowing with lust. Her nails moved to dig into his back instead of the bed, no doubt leaving a long red mark along his skin. Sitting up on his knees, Jon grabbed her ankles and spread her legs, allowing him to watch her tight lips stretch almost exaggeratedly around his ample shaft as he fucked her. Releasing one hand, he pressed his thumb just above her clit and rubbed it rapidly back and forth as he thrust his cock in and out of her tight lips. Rhaenys' breathing became rapid and heavy as she writhed on the bed, flailing her arms at the sudden overwhelming pleasure. He could tell she was coming by the sounds she was making and the way her pussy clenched and fluttered around his length.
Suddenly, she threw her head back and let out a scream so loud it was most likely heard throughout Castle Black before her pussy was wildly spasming around his cock. Feeling pressure building in her cunt, Jon pulled out and Rhaenys squeezed hard, sending a spurt of her cum against his stomach. Surprised at first, as not all girls were the squirting type, Jon smiled as he moved to the side and furiously stimulated her clit. Forcing three more squirts of her juices to shoot out of her pussy with wildling spasms before landing at the end of the bed. The sensations were too much for her and she slapped his hand away, cupping her pussy protectively as she shuddered and jerked.
"What did you do to me? I've never done that." Rhaenys murmured incredulously, staring at the wet stains on the bedclothes.
Pulling back between her legs, Jon moved her hands out of the way and plunged his cock back into her without warning, making her gasp shudder beneath him. Putting his legs over her shoulders, he leaned over her, bending her in half and stood on his tiptoes. From this position, Jon slammed his throbbing cock against her flooded pussy. A loud wet slap filled the room as their bodies collided. Rhaenys' eyes practically rolled as Jon brutally pounded her overly sensitive pussy. Jon could feel his own climax building, but he did everything he could to hold it back, hoping to see her cum spectacularly one more time before it was over.
He slammed his cock into her again and again with such force that her body bounced on the mattress and made her huge tits jiggle wildly. Rhaenys closed her eyes and a high-pitched moan came from her throat as Jon struggled not to cum. Holding her weight with one hand, he reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit furiously as he fought his orgasm. Unfortunately, he didn't succeed and with one last thrust, he came inside her, flooding her pussy with a huge amount of his thick, hot seed. Although he was still coming, he forced himself to keep thrusting, shuddering as her walls stimulated his hypersensitive shaft.
Finally, he felt her climax. Jon wanted to pull away from her so he could go back to playing with her clit and watch her squirt again. But Rhaenys interrupted his plans when she closed her legs around him, preventing him from moving from his place.
Rhaenys was in the coldest place in the world, but she had never felt so hot. Sweaty and still breathless, she only wanted Jon to stay inside her and keep his hot seed from escaping her. Any coherent thought had vanished from her mind and only lust remained and that pushed her to do something she had never done before in her life.
She begged...
"More, give me more. Make me feel good again, please. I want more, hold me and make me feel good." The beautiful princess's voice came out so needy and seductive that it made his cock throb inside her. Impossible for him to go soft at a plea like that. He leaned over her and kissed her softly on the lips before telling her.
"Don't worry, Rhae. You're mine now and I'm never letting you go."
Rhaenys moaned placidly at hearing that and sought his lips again needily. Any feelings or attachment she felt for another man had completely died when she felt Jon Stark thrust his massive cock inside her again.
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How good it feels to be on time for a change. Well, this story with the conqueror's sisters will probably have four chapters. This one focused on Rhaenys, the next one I will develop around Visenya and the last one will be with Jon and the two sisters. The next chapter will be exclusive, as I have several commissions pending. So stay tuned, I hope to keep up the good pace and see you soon. Until then.
