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The Tales of the White Wolf and his Queens Chapter 3
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Rhaella couldn't remember the last time she woke up feeling so light, calm, and peaceful. She felt so good and so comfortable right now that she didn't even want to get up, preferring to continue lying down and clinging to the large, warm pillow that was wrapped around her. Taking long, deep breaths, Rhaella caught the pleasant scent of cedar and oak, which her pillow seemed to give off, making her unintentionally let out a pleasant moan.
Although as the minutes passed, her mind gradually became clearer, her brain began to recall the events of the previous night. The horrible night terror she had suffered, making her remember and relive past wounds and traumas she had suffered because of her brother. Even now Aerys' horrible, hateful words echoed in her mind, reminding her that she could never escape him. But unlike the previous times, she had fought her brother's ghost this time. For the first time, she had stood up to him. For the first time, she wasn't afraid of her brother, but that wasn't the only good thing that came from it.
For this time, she wasn't alone either, unlike all the previous times she had suffered an episode because of her brother and she had had to cope with it all by herself. Crying and suffering for long days, with no one coming to help her, but that was partly her fault. For she did not want to be a burden to anyone, she did not want to drag her children or anyone close to her into this, and have to show them the horrible aftermath that her past had left her with, she did not want to worry anyone and she definitely did not want to be a burden to anyone.
Despite everything, she still maintained some of her pride as a Targaryen Queen, and she had always been a very reserved woman. Even Ser Barristan, her loyal and noble friend. The person who had shared the most time with her in these last years, had never found out what she suffered inside, or even if he knew. He never dared to speak about it, surely not knowing how to approach her about it or how he could even help her, and she could not blame him for that.
But with Jon it was completely different, he didn't hesitate to interrupt in her room, as soon as he heard her gasps of pain. And he didn't hesitate to hold her when he saw her at her weakest moment either, Rhaella remembers very well how she clung to him as if her life depended on it. She remembers his arms wrapped protectively around her, the way he whispered soothingly in her ear. Assuring her that everything 'would be okay' and assuring her that he would be with her, and that he wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt her, as long as he was there.
Remembering that beautiful moment, Rhaella finally opened her eyes, slightly surprised to see how close she really was to the man who had come to her rescue yesterday. She was completely clinging to the man, her head resting on his chest, long strands of her silver hair were strewn across his chest and some even reached his face. Making her quickly pull them back, not wanting to disturb his sleep, the rest of her body was also pressed tightly against his. Her breasts were mashing against his side and she had had a hand on his chiseled abs, Rhaella had to force herself much harder than she should to finally be able to pull her hand away, but not before allowing herself to pat and feel his defined muscles. She had also had one leg draped over his, though this time she decided to leave it that way, justifying herself that it was so as not to wake him up.
Lifting her gaze to Jon's calm face, more memories came to her mind, one in specific. Rhaella felt herself blush as she remembered how she had asked Jon to kiss her, making her bring one of her fingers to her lips as if she could still feel the tingling that Jon's lips had made her feel. The electrifying sensation that coursed through her body as she was kissed so tenderly and lovingly, the slight itch she felt for his beard and how much she had enjoyed it. Turning her gaze back to Jon, she couldn't help but wonder if he had felt the same way.
She knew this was all wrong, she should never have asked him to join her in bed with her, much less cling to him in such an intimate way. But most of all, she should never have kissed him, she had crossed a line she had never allowed herself to cross. She knew this would end badly, it was bound to, a member of the Royal family, should never tangle with a subject, much less her own Kings guard. Or at least that was the one thing she had always been warned about since she was a princess and ever since then she had lived by those words. Rejecting her first love, in favor of doing her duty to her House and marrying her brother, but as she recalled such memories, another thought came to her mind.
She had already done her duty, she had taken Aerys as her husband, and had remained faithful to him, despite the suffering he had put her through. She had also done her duty as Queen, providing heirs to the Kingdom, her son now ruled as King in the Red Keep. She had earned the right to do whatever she wanted, for the first time in her life, she could allow herself to be selfish and what she most wanted to do now, was to continue to lie in her bed as she hugged Jon tightly.
For the first time, she allowed herself to enjoy this sensation, never before had she experienced waking up being cuddled next to a man's warm, solid body. For even in the early years of her marriage with Aerys, and she could easily call these as the 'best years of her marriage'. He was always very cold to her, even when they did their duties in the marriage bed. Because, for her brother, sleeping with her was more of an obligation and a duty, never being able to see her as an object of love or even lust. So, whenever he barely finished with the act, he would always roll to the side, getting as far away from her as possible and ending up lying down facing the other way. Rhaella shared a bed with Aerys for many years, but this one always felt cold and lonely.
A completely different feeling than the one she felt with Jon right now. Since having him snuggled up next to her, she could feel how her body fit perfectly against his. Making her feel like she belonged next to him, his body heat was comforting and very pleasant, making her feel completely calm and relaxed. Feeling his muscular arm wrap around her back and hold her tightly against him made her feel completely safe and protected, nothing could hurt her as long as she was in his arms. She wished that he would hold her like this before she went to sleep every night, and that she could fall asleep while wrapped in his arms and wake up every day next to him.
She could no longer care less about the class differences between them, no longer cared what people would think or the codes that those who came before her had dictated for her. It was her life, and for the first time, she would live it as she wished. With the man she chose, and there was only one man she wanted, she wanted Jon. And to hell with the consequences, she no longer cared if she was a Queen and he was a mere knight, or if she was a Targaryen and he was a Snow. She wanted the man and for the first time, she would go after what she truly desired.
Rhaella stared at Jon sleeping with a big smile on her face, once again feeling the sensation of butterflies in her stomach as she looked at the man.
He's really handsome. She thought.
He looked so relaxed and even a bit defenceless, so much so that she couldn't help but touch him again. She started with his face first, lightly patting the feel of his thick beard against her fingers, from there. She used one finger to run all over his face, from his high cheekbones, his upturned nose and even daring to brush his lips, then bringing her finger to her own lips. Only for her to then hide her face against his chest, feeling a little embarrassed by her action, but equally amused, unable to remember the last time she felt so playful and youthful. She felt that this was the first time she was able to touch and grope a man's body.
Not wanting to stop just there, and each time, feeling bolder, she began to roam and analyse his body more deeply. Moving down his neck, to his pronounced pecs, his soothing, deep breathing brought out his muscles. Rhaella ran her delicate hand all over his beefy torso as she felt with fascination his strapping body, Jon had some scars and light bruises decorating his pale skin. Indicating to her that this was the body of a warrior, forged by years of discipline and training.
Rhaella continued to satiate her curiosity by analysing Jon's body and her next target were his hands, not being able to avoid comparing it with her own and seeing the great differences. Where her fingers were slender and small, his were thick and long, where the skin of her palm was smooth and delicate, his was rough and calloused. As she did with the rest of his body, she continued to examine the rest, from his hard forearm all the way down to the muscles of his biceps. Which, despite being in a state of rest, Rhaella could feel the hardness of his muscles.
But unfortunately for her the more she analysed Jon, the more her mind took her to dark and dreary places. Like why the simple fact that she wanted him and felt lust for him would make him feel the same for her. After all, he was a young, handsome, and very virile man. He was probably also very popular with the Ladies of the Kingdom, and in her experience, most men always preferred the company of beautiful young maidens. Not that of old, divorced women, even if she thought of seducing him, she wouldn't know exactly how to do it, since she had no experience whatsoever with it.
And surely Jon would have had numerous women more experienced and beautiful than her seducing him before, and if she tried, she was likely to make a fool of herself in front of him.
But still, she decided not to give up. She wanted to prove to him, no she had to show him, that she was a woman capable of satisfying him, in any way he desired. She had to show him that she could make him happy, just as he made her happy, but especially she wanted him to feel lust for her. She wanted to see desire for her imprinted in those beautiful eyes of his, she wanted to take the wolf out to play and let him devour her completely.
But first, she had to think of a way to get his attention. The first thing that came to her mind, was to start wearing much more revealing dresses, Jon already enjoyed seeing her ass, if she wore lighter and thinner dresses, surely, he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her. Or she could also be a little more brazen and invite him back to her bed, surely, she could come up with a believable enough excuse.
But as Rhaella thought of numerous ways to get Jon's attention, her gaze was drawn to the significant bulge that began to form in Jon's pants. Quickly her head turned to his, but she saw how he was still deeply asleep, or at least appeared to be. She assumed it was a natural reaction for men, or maybe it was because of her, and that idea excited her. But just the same, she thought, if it was something she caused, she should do something to alleviate it.
Not being able to believe she was actually doing this, Rhaella reached out a hand and began to untie the laces of his pants. Her face shifting from his crotch to Jon's face, feeling a little fearful that he was going to wake up and might see her from this embarrassing situation. But she didn't want to stop, so mustering all the courage she had, she steadily continued with her task until she finally managed to loosen his pants. And now with his pants loose, she could see how his member poked out even more, pushing the fabric of his pants to the limit.
Rhaella shifted and settled between his legs face down, and finished pulling his pants down, finally freeing his manhood completely. Her eyes widened enormously, and her eyebrows rose in surprise as she saw for the first time his shaft that had sprung out like a spring. His cock was almost twice as large as Aerys' and much thicker, the veins throbbed furiously, and his head was a deep red colour.
Before even her mind could process it, she reached out a hand and wrapped her long, delicate fingers around his thick shaft in a light grip. His cock jumped with excitement, and she withdrew her hand, looking at him nervously, but Jon was still breathing calmly still with his eyes closed. Seeing this, Rhaella wrapped her hand around him again and began to slowly stroke him with hesitant, unsure movements. Watching in disbelief as her fingers were barely able to meet around his girth and even when she used both hands, she failed to cover his entire length. She felt a shiver run down her spine and a throb in her womanhood at the thought of this thing going inside her, and her mouth watered at the thought of tasting it, something she had never experienced, and she couldn't resist the temptation for long.
Tilting her head down, she kissed the swollen head of his cock, felt his salty pre-seminal fluid coat her lips. Opening her mouth, she took the tip between her lips and tentatively ran her tongue over the soft skin. She heard Jon moan and shake his hips, pushing part of his shaft into her mouth. At the same time Rhaella forced herself to push her head down, trying to take as much of him into her mouth as possible, only stopping when his swollen head hit the back of her mouth, tickling her throat. Feeling bolder than ever, she sucked hard before finally pulling back.
That seemed to do the trick as, she heard Jon grunt and open his eyes, looking at her with narrowed eyes and say in a very confused and hoarse voice, "Your grace?"
"Good morning, Jon" Rhaella told him, with a big smile and feeling extremely confident. As she bent his shaft to her mouth and gave the head a long, slow lick, eliciting a moan from him. "I hope you like my way of expressing my gratitude to you for helping me yesterday."
"You don't have to do this, your Grace." A panting Jon said.
"But I want to." Was Rhaella's reply before she took him in her mouth again.
Wrapping her lips around him, she moved her head up and down, taking him deeper each time she descended. Jon's head fell back against the pillow and his hand reached up to run through her platinum- golden hair.
Sliding forward and pushing herself up on her elbows so that his cock jutted upward, Rhaella looked up at him with glistening eyes and plunged downward. Jon gasped as she took him deep in her throat, her lips sealed tightly around his base.
"Fuck," Jon growled.
Rhaella smirked and winked cheekily at him as she felt him throb in her throat. After holding it there for several seconds, she kept her lips sealed tightly and dragged them to the tip. Surprisingly, Rhaella found she was enjoying herself. When she heard the other maidens talk, they always described this act as something only the man could ever enjoy. But she liked the grunts and spasms he was making from the pleasure she was giving him. When she sucked hard, his length jerked in her mouth, pulsing against her tongue as her hands lightly squeezed his hair.
"Rhaella, I'm close," she heard him say, warning her.
Wanting it to be as pleasurable as possible for him, she sucked hard again as she moved her head quickly, taking him deeper than before. His body tensed beneath her, his legs trembled and flexed slightly just before he exploded in her mouth. Jets of hot cum shot out of his head, splashing hard against the back of her mouth, and almost making her nauseous. But despite that, she didn't back down. She continued to stroke his shaft and suck the head of his cock as he pulsed against her tongue. Jon cum so much that she had to swallow twice before he finally finished, pulling his hypersensitive cock out of her mouth, she licked the last errant drop from his tip, making him hiss from the sensation.
It doesn't taste too bad either. I could easily get used to the taste of it. Though the thought made her blush.
She quickly leaned back against Jon again and buried her face in the side of his neck. Despite having sucked his cock in such an erotic way, just a few moments ago, she couldn't help but let the embarrassment wash over her. Jon didn't say a word for several minutes. Until finally, he ran a calloused hand down her back and brushing a few strands away from her face, so he could stare at her, he said.
"I think we should get up, your Grace."
Rhaella nodded and parted from him, Jon was extremely quick as he changed, back to being in his shining armour and whitish cloak. He headed for the door at the same speed, her heart sank at seeing this kind of attitude from him, never having expected him of all people, to treat her in such a cold and indifferent manner. Even after she had shown him how much he meant to her and how far she would go to prove her love to him.
But before her mood could get even worse, she heard Jon's voice. "Your grace" his voice coming out loud, making her surprised and snapping her out of her stupor. She rushed to answer, and her voice came out awkward and nervous, "Yes?" even forgetting to address him with his knightly honorific. "I believe he suffered a terrible experience with a night terror yesterday, but after you invited me into your quarters and slept next to me. Your condition seemed to improve tremendously. So, I would like to be able to rejoin you in the same way tonight, if I may? Anything so that you can sleep more peacefully."
Rhaella was surprised by his words, but recovering quickly she replied, "Yes, I think that would be a wonderful idea, Ser."
A similar smile graced Jon's face and before leaving, he turned to her and began to walk towards her, until he knelt in front of her and taking her hand he said, while depositing a loving kiss on it.
"I'll be sure to return the favour, your Grace. I can't wait to find out how truly sweet you taste."
Before she could even think of a response, Jon leaned toward her and captured her lips in a tender, yet passionate kiss. Pulling away from her, Jon gave her one last wink before finally getting up and walking away, leaving her alone with her thoughts. But for the first time they did not revolve around terrible past experiences, but a bright and very interesting future.
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Later that night, Rhaella waited for Jon to enter her rooms, this time she had opted for a much more revealing and easily accessible robe. The feeling of excitement had not left her all day, her mind had only been thinking about the possibilities of how this night could turn out, and how far she was willing to go with Jon. Although deep down she knew she was willing to give herself completely to the man, but before she could delve deeper into those thoughts, she heard a knock on her door, and she hurried to answer it.
"Who is it?" she asked, though she was really only expecting one person.
"It's me, Your Grace" she heard Jon's deep voice through her door.
"It's open," she told him. And that was all the confirmation Jon needed to open the door and let himself in.
Rhaella could see him leaving his enormous direwolf as the only guard at her door, and she was grateful for that. She had no desire to have other soldiers outside her door being able to hear her while she was with Jon. She had never been very vocal in bed, but she had a feeling Jon would show her sides of her that had been very repressed for many years.
Jon wasted no time and just like last time, began to undress. Throughout the whole process, Rhaella couldn't take her eyes off him, lustfully admiring his magnificent body, and just like last time, Jon only stayed in his pants.
But unlike last time, Jon didn't join her on the bed, instead pulling the blankets off her and revealing her body which was only covered by the almost see-through, thin fabric of her robe. Making Jon drink from her seductive figure hungrily. Until, finally holding her long toned legs, he pulled her to the edge of her bed and began to worship her body.
Climbing onto the bed and climbing over her, Jon grabbed her robe and pulled her out of the way with ease, exposing her large breasts. Unable to resist any longer, Jon kissed her fiercely, making her moan into his mouth as Rhaella felt their naked torsos press together. When Jon pulled away a moment later, Rhaella licked her lips nervously as he stared at her body.
Her large, turgid breasts protruded from her chest, covered with bright pink swollen areolas and stiff nipples. Sliding his hands from where they rested on her hips, Jon slid up her slender waist and over the underside of her ribcage until he cupped both soft, smooth orbs in his hand. Her pale skin was completely free of imperfections, not a mole or freckle in sight.
"You are so beautiful," Jon whispered to her.
Rhaella smiled, her hands came up to the back of his head and pulled him forward. When their lips met, Jon circled his thumbs around the tips of her breasts, eliciting a sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp from her lips.
Pulling his lips away from hers, Jon kissed her chin, over the column of her throat, then sucked lightly on her collarbone. Rhaella moaned as he continued to kiss her breast until his face was buried in her breasts. Even on her back, they still stood out impressively from her chest. She inhaled sharply as his soft mounds brushed the rough stubble on his cheeks.
Finally, he moved to her right breast, kissing the entire base before moving to the centre. Rhaella arched her back and gasped when he took her nipple between his lips. With a moan, she pushed her head forward, a shudder running down her spine as his teeth grazed her sensitive nub.
"Jon" she breathed softly.
Smirking, Jon kissed her nipple one last time before kissing his way down her body. Rhaella lifted her hips, helping him so Jon could finish removing her robe and undress her completely, but when she was finally completely naked for him. She suddenly felt very fearful and nervous, and kept her legs together.
Jon began stroking her thighs gently, kissing her knees, their gazes met. Staring at him for a long moment, she relaxed and spread her legs. Smiling tenderly, he kissed the inside of her knee, but paused for a second slightly surprised to see her smooth, hairless mound. Lifting his gaze to her he watched as she avoided him, her cheeks turning slightly pink.
Smiling, and deciding not to comment on it, Jon kissed the inside of her thigh and moved up. Breathing ragged with anticipation, Rhaella gripped the sheets as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Meeting her gaze, Jon deposited a kiss on her taut lips. With a gasp, she gasped, her mouth slightly open.
Jon ran his tongue between her folds, the taste of her arousal coated his tongue and then deposited a kiss directly on her clitoris. Inhaling deeply, Rhaella closed her eyes and lay back on the pillows as she swayed her hips. As he continued to run his tongue between her folds, one hand caressed her thigh while the other reached out to gently touch one of her breasts.
As Jon circled her nipple between his fingers and ran his tongue around her hooded nub, Rhaella moved her hands from the sheets to the back of his head. Running her fingers through his hair, she pulled his head forward as she bucked her hips. Bringing his lips roughly to her clit and flicking it into place, Jon smiled against her folds and wrapped his lips around her bundle of nerves.
Rhaella moaned wildly, arching her hips off the bed. Jon took the opportunity to remove his hand from her thigh and slid it under her body. Wetting the tip of his middle finger in her arousal, he slowly inserted it into her wet depths.
"Oh gods, Jon!" Rhaella gasped.
Jon slowly moved his finger back and forth as he continued to lick, kiss and suck on her clit. After a couple of minutes, he slid a second finger into her incredibly tight depths.
Arching her head back on the pillows, she pulled his hair almost painfully, pressing her nose against her pelvis as she wiggled her hips frantically. Panting and moaning almost constantly, Jon knew she was close to the edge. Pushing his fingers deep, he massaged her depths as he lashed her clit furiously.
Rhaella went completely rigid, her back arched sharply as her breath caught in her throat. A moment later, she cried out, her depths clenching his fingers as she drenched them in a gush of excitement.
After a long moment, her body sank limp on the mattress and her legs released his head. Jon slipped his fingers out of her and sat up, a smile stretching his lips as he looked down at her. Rhaella lay on the bed, her chest and face flushed as she panted heavily. Her eyes were closed, and she had a relaxed, contented expression on her face.
Rising to his feet, Jon removed his pants, releasing his stiffness from the tight confines of his pants, before telling her in a deep, husky voice.
"Come here."
She quickly obeyed and pulling herself together sat down on the bed facing him, his huge cock level with her face and her knowing full well what she wanted but waiting for him to say it all the same.
"Suck my cock" he told her, holding her long hair with one hand so that it would not get in the way.
She obligingly and eagerly did so, thrust his huge meat stick into her mouth and began to suck it. The entire time, looking up at him.
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For the next few days, the same pattern repeated itself. When the whole castle went to sleep, Jon would wander into her rooms and show her a world of pleasure such as she had never experienced before. Jon had taken her in ways she could never have imagined, much less done with any other man. But she had done them with Jon, and she had enjoyed every second of them. The most common thing between them was pleasuring each other with their mouths, Jon loved to devour her, and she loved to feel him inside her mouth, she loved the feeling of being able to bring a man as strong and stoic as Jon to an explosive climax, just by using her mouth.
But they didn't just stop at that, as her mouth and her pussy, weren't the only parts of her body that Jon seemed to love. He was also quite obsessed with her large breasts, especially when they were wrapped around his cock. Rhaella had never thought of using her breasts in that way, but if they gave Jon pleasure, she was more than happy to do it for him. They also got to pleasure each other at the same time, with her climbed on top of him, with her ass over his face and his cock at the level of her lips. She certainly had never thought of anything like that, but she certainly enjoyed it immensely.
For in that position, Jon had brought her to orgasm twice in a row just by using his tongue and fingers. Although she did her best job sucking him to bring him to his own climax, she couldn't concentrate much on her task, especially when Jon was attacking her in such a voracious manner. So, when she was still in orgasmic bliss, Jon held her head with both hands and proceeded to thrust his hips upward, hitting the back of her throat with the head of his cock. Literally using her mouth as if it were her pussy. But, still, Rhaella did her best to take it and let him use her, so he could reach his climax.
Fortunately for her, it didn't take long, because after a few seconds. Jon came deep in her throat, leaving a big load of cum directly into her stomach. Despite his rough and dominant treatment, she loved every moment of it. For Jon always cared about her well-being and most of all her enjoyment. Besides that, he never took advantage of her. For, these days, despite having her completely submissive and vulnerable before him, he never forced himself on her and took her. Rhaella was sure it was because he waited for her to tell him, so he waited patiently for her to be ready. And she couldn't love him more for it, but after all these days, after all their shared experiences, she felt more than ready.
She wanted to take the next step with him, she wanted to go all the way. As much as she enjoyed the new world Jon had shown her, she wanted him to take her in the most natural way a man could take a woman. She had already tasted and swallowed his seed, let him come on her tits and even once she let him finish all over her face. Making her feel completely dirty and naughty, but also excited and happy, as she felt that he was marking her as his. So much had been her joy that even after he cummed, she kept sucking him, kissing, and worshipping his head. Trying to get every last drop out of him, even with his seed still on her face, but despite how dirty and exciting all that felt.
She wanted to feel his seed, where it was really meant to be, inside her. One of the things she loved most, was being a mother, and despite her age she dreamed of being one once again. She dreamed that Jon's strong, virile seed could root within her, and she could once again be blessed by the gods with a newborn son. A beautiful, healthy child who, for the first time, she wished would take after his father.
That thought filled her with excitement and joy, but most of all with hope. So, this time, when Jon came in as he always did every night to her chambers, she didn't just stand there waiting for him. This time, she didn't just lie in bed waiting for him, but she rushed out and greeted him cheerfully. Surprising him, she practically jumped on him, fortunately Jon had the reflexes of a warrior and was able to hold her and stabilize himself at the same time, preventing them both from falling.
All this while she captured his lips in a deep tongue-filled kiss, trying to convey all her passion and love for him. When they finally broke apart, he looked at her with amused eyes and spoke.
"Someone's excited."
To which she replied with, "The things you do to me, Jon Snow. I should punish you for making your Queen wait so long."
"My apologies, my Queen. How could I ever repay you for this offense?"
Putting on a thoughtful face and making him wait a few seconds to hear her reply, before finally telling him. "I want something from you, Jon."
"Whatever is in my power is yours, my Queen."
Wrapping her legs and arms around him, she told him. "I want you Jon, I want to feel everything of you deep inside me. Tonight, I want you to take me as if I were your woman Jon. I want you to fill my womb with your seed, and I want you to hold me afterwards."
Staring into her eyes he asked, "Are you sure about this?"
To which she replied with a firm nod.
"Then your words are my command, my Queen."
But she quickly interrupted him and added, "I want you to call me by my name, as you did the first night you barged into my room."
With a smile, Jon began to walk toward the bed, with her still in his arms. This time, they both helped each other undress, it was much easier to remove his armour with her help.
Laying her on the bed, he climbed on top of her and positioned himself between her legs. Her eyes drifted down to his throbbing length, she licked her lips as she reached out a hand and began to stroke him lightly. Taking a deep breath at the pleasurable sensation, he crawled over her and kissed her deeply.
Dropping his hips slightly, Jon pressed the base of his shaft against Rhaella's hot folds, already finding her ready for him. Both moaning from the sensation, Rhaella began to rub his head against her mound, making him break the kiss and rest his forehead against hers.
"That feels so good, Rhae" Jon murmured to her.
Rhaella smiled as his stormy eyes met hers. Slowly, Jon thrust his hips back and Rhaella lined him up with her entrance. As he rested there, ready to enter her depths, she moved her hands to his shoulders.
"Ready?" Jon asked her.
Rhaella nodded and looking at him steadily said, "Just go slow, okay?"
Jon smiled but nodded anyway. Caressing her face, Jon kissed her again lovingly, and finally moved forward. Rhaella gasped loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders as he slid inside her. Her folds stretched around his girth as he slowly sank deeper into her incredibly tight, suffocating depths. When he was halfway inside her, Rhaella bit her lip and whimpered.
"Rhae?" Jon asked worriedly, standing completely still.
"I'm fine," she said, her strained voice belied her words. "It's just... give me a minute. It's been a while and you're a lot bigger than my former husband."
Smiling slightly, Jon leaned down and kissed her. Moaning into his mouth, Rhaella lifted her hands from his shoulders and wrapped them around his back. After a few moments, she tightened her legs around him and rolled her hips. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she moaned and did it again. Taking that as a cue, Jon pulled back a little before sliding into her again, this time going deeper.
Rhaella moaned again, wiggling her hips, and parting her lips from his.
"Don't stop" she gasped softly.
Jon smiled and thrust again. He entered at a pace where he pulled most of it out before sliding in a little deeper than before. In just a couple of minutes, he sank into her depths all the way in and hissed in pleasure, revelling in the sensation of her incredible depths.
Adopting a gentle rhythm, Jon looked up at Rhaella, his eyes glittering with lust.
"Keep going, faster." She demanded needily, "Please! Keep going!"
Jon smiled and did everything she asked, pulling back further, and plunging faster. Arching her back, Rhaella lifted her chest in the air and moaned lasciviously. Leaning his weight on his arm, Jon grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it firmly. Eyes wide, she grabbed him by the nape of his neck and pulled him down for a demanding kiss.
Smiling against her lips, Jon slid his hand down to her hip and then rolled them both over. Rhaella pulled her lips away from his and then blinked as she suddenly found herself on top. With a grin, Jon lifted his hips as he lowered her down her hips.
"Oh!" Rhaella gasped, swaying her hips unconsciously.
Chuckling at her slightly unfocused look, Jon ran his hands down her sides and cupped her wonderful breasts.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Rhae," Jon told her.
Smiling brightly, Rhaella tossed her platinum-gold hair over her shoulder and swayed her hips experimentally. Looking down at the spot where they were connected, she bit her lips and stood up before moving back down. It took a couple of minutes to find her rhythm, but soon she was bouncing up and down on his rigid length, moving her hips each time she bottomed out.
Jon ran his hands down to her hips and savoured the feel of her warm, slick folds hugging his shaft. Her turgid breasts bounced tantalizingly on his chest with her movements, and her nails dug into his chest. Gradually, her movements became rougher and more frantic.
Groaning, Rhaella's eyes burned intensely, and she jumped up and down on him, her hair whipping around her head wildly.
"Yessss!" she moaned loudly, "It feels so good, Jon. Gods, you feel so good, inside me."
"I'm close, Rhae" Jon told her, grabbing her hips and pushing up, his thighs found her ass with a slap.
"Inside, I want to feel you inside, fill me up, Jon!"
Jon couldn't take his eyes off Rhaella as she frantically rode him. Her movements became wild, lifting herself almost completely off him before slamming herself down on his cock. Each time he plunged into her fluttering depths; a low growl escaped her lips. She threw herself forward, her hands landing on either side of his head, her eyes burning as he rammed into her hard. A tremor ran through her body before she stiffened and arched her back.
"Jon!" Rhaella screamed.
Groaning, Jon grabbed her tightly by the hips and buried himself as deep as he could as he exploded. Rhaella's eyes and mouth opened with a gasp as streams of hot semen splashed into her depths, Rhaella could feel her womb filling with his virile seed. Her walls jerked spasmodically, trying to squeeze every last drop out of him. Before finally collapsing on top of him, her face buried in the curve of his neck with a shuddering moan.
Several moments passed before either of them moved. Rhaella sat up, kissed him tenderly and smiled as she let him pull out of her, a slight puddle escaping her lips and she placed a hand covering her entrance, trying to keep most of his seed inside her. Snuggling against his chest, Rhaella felt Jon wrap one arm around her, before using the other and lifting her gaze to him and saying.
"Did I please you, my Queen?"
Rhaella was completely captivated by the man and before she could even think of the words, she told him. "I think I love you, Jon Snow."
With a huge smile, Jon didn't hesitate to tell her. "I love you too, my Queen."
With a cute pout, she claimed him. "I told you, to call me by my name."
Jon climbed back on top of her, making her let out an amused squeal before he said. "But you will always be, my Queen. My beautiful Silver Queen."
Leaning into her again, Jon kissed her again. Before moving down her neck, kissing and biting the delicate skin, surely leaving a mark, as he enjoyed doing. It wasn't long before she could once again feel his raging erection brush against her thigh.
"Again?" she asked incredulously.
With a smug smile, Jon answered her. "It's only natural, if I have the most beautiful woman in the Kingdom completely naked in my bed."
Wrapping her limbs around him, Rhaella pulled him back in for a deep kiss. Stifling a moan into her mouth as she felt him slide back inside her. Rhaella wasn't sure she could survive the nights with Jon Snow. But she was sure, that he would make them the best of her life.
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Daenerys enjoyed the feel of the sea breeze against her face. It had been quite some time since she had been to Dragonstone, she was also excited to see her mother again. Although, that wasn't the real reason why she was heading to the place of her birth. And she couldn't help but feel a little bad about that, especially since she had used the lie of wanting to visit her mother as an excuse to get her brother to let her visit Dragonstone. When really the whole point of her visit was to be able to see her handsome knight again.
Jon Snow had captured her interest like no other man had ever done before, but unfortunately. She was perhaps too brazen and bold in her attempts to seduce him. And that triggered his brother and good sister to conspire to take him away from her. But she was not a woman who gave up easily, she was a dragon and when she wanted something, she got it, and she really wanted Jon Snow. She couldn't wait to be able to see him again and to be able to see her mother again, it was a nice bonus. She was sure they would both be in for a big surprise when they saw her.
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With this we finish the Arc of Rhaella, but as you can see at the end. Most likely we will have part two along with Daenerys, joining the couple and we can see a Rhaella/Jon/Dany. But, now what comes next is the story of the White Wolf, with the Rose of the North, Lyanna Stark. Wait for it very soon, see you with the next update which will be OF, since it won the poll.
By the way, if you want to suggest a model to play Lyanna Stark for the next story, you can do it on our Discord server.
Comments
TheDragonBornFromBlood
I think this was the best Jon/Rhaella piece I’ve read. Lovely stuff, and I’m certainly looking forward to see the continuation.
Thedog
Kaya Scoldelario or Sarah Bolger
Thedog
Eva Green to old to play lyanna. She was only 14 when she got pregnant
Leo Snow S.T.
Yes, Jon will be a Targaryen and Lyanna will be his mother. Therefore, there will be mother-son incest.
MAEGHT Maxime
I have a question is Lyanna ans Jon are going to be mother and son in your chapter ?
