The night was unusually cold in Jon Snow's bedchamber. It would not, however, remain as such for long. Little did he know there was a dark figure creeping through the walls of Winterfell; one that held the ability to give him what he had always most deeply desired.
As he lay in his heap of furs, he heard the heavy oaken door creak. Alarmed, Jon Snow abruptly raised his head to see the masculine outline of the shadow. He could tell he was an older man but could not make out the face.
A hauntingly familiar voice called out to him, "Do you wish to become a real Stark, Jon Snow?"
Frozen in fear, Jon remained paralyzed in his furs, voiceless.
The man cried out louder, "Do you wish to be a Stark Jon Snow!"
Flustered, Jon barely was able to manage a response. A meek "Yes" was all he could muster.
"Then as Robb, Bran, and Rickon before you, I shall now make you a true man of house Stark." The hauntingly familiar man was given form as Ned Stark stepped forth from the doorway, into the dim candlelight.
Horrified, Jon Snow began to protest out of shock of seeing his father, but before he could utter any form of defiance his lips were met with that of the older man with an unexpected haste. The old man was deceptively strong, pinning Jon's arms above his head and quickly and skillfully stripping away his tunic as if he had done it a hundred times before. Jon continued his protest, trying to squirm away from the weight of his father on top of him, but suddenly fell silent as he felt a rough and calloused hand on his growing member. The grip was firm but was not painful, and soon it began to pump. The rhythm was slow at first, but soon began to move at a faster and more urgent pace. Just when Jon Snow was about to lose himself in the ecstasy, it stopped.
Jon Snow stared up at his father, eyes clouded over with lust, wanting the sensation to continue. The hand, however, stayed firmly in place. "I shall now give to you, Jon Snow, the true sword of Winterfell as your brothers received before you."
Before Jon could dissent, he was already on his stomach, his trousers swept down his ankles. He felt something warm and wet drip onto his opening, and immediately afterward, a pain he had never experienced even after intense training sessions with the master of arms shot through his body as Ned thrust his full length into the warm and wanting hole of the younger man.
Jon let out an initial scream of pain as his virgin hole was stretched to capacity. As Ned continued to thrust into his bastard son, any form of protest ceased as Jon bit down on his furs and gave into the pleasure of the older man inside of him. One final thrust was all that ensued before winter came.
As Jon felt Ned's chest press down against the contours of his naked back, he felt a warm breath caress the back of his ear, and heard a whisper, "Welcome to the family, Jon Stark."
They both closed their yes, and for the first time in his life, Jon stark felt like he belonged.